Angel Martinelli slipped on a red blouse over a green skirt as she dressed for her husband’s office Christmas party. She looked in a mirror and fluffed her auburn hair. She had aged well. At forty, her skin was smooth with just a hint of crow’s feet at the edges of her blue eyes.

“Put something decent on,” Tom, her husband, barked. “That skirt is too tight and way too short, and your tits look like they might fall out of your blouse, which is also too tight.”

Angel was proud of her ass. She spent hours every day keeping it in shape. Why shouldn’t she let others admire it?. As far as her tits were concerned, only the top two buttons of her blouse were open, providing a suggestive glimpse of cleavage.

“You don’t own me, I’ll wear whatever I fucking want.”

“Then we’re not going. I won’t have my colleagues think I married a whore.”

Angel caved and slipped on a silver sequined dress, still tight in all the right places, but acceptable to Tom. Still pissed at him, she made a point to flirt shamelessly with all the younger colleagues at the firm. She even considered fucking one in the copy room, but decided it was too risky. Before the night was out, she got so drunk she could barely stand.

Tom was gone when Angel woke up the next morning. She looked at the clock. It was past nine, and she had to be at work at ten. Angel quickly showered, dressed, and headed out the door. She was finishing her shift when her phone buzzed. It was Tom. She answered, an annoying tone in her voice.

“What do you want?”

His voice was full of anger.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself. You flirted like a fucking whore at the Christmas party and got so drunk you could barely stand. I am humiliated. You have made me a joke around here.”

“Well, if you ever paid any attention to me and did more than jerk off in my pussy once a month before rolling over and going to sleep, I wouldn’t need attention from others. You're the one with the problem.”

“Fuck you.”

Tom disconnected. Angel sat there fuming. The wheels of her car squealed as she sped out of the parking lot, her anger still building. She was going to show that son-of-a-bitch. When she got home, she put on the sluttiest outfit she could find and headed to a sleazy tavern on the other side of town. She took a seat at the dimly lit bar and ordered a double martini. 

A group of rough-looking guys sat at the corner table staring at her. Fuck it, she thought. She threw down her drink and sauntered over, her tight skirt hugging her hips and ass, her tits practically falling out of her red top. A husky man with tattoos snaking up his arms and a scruffy beard covering his face, grinned, eyes raking over her body. He stood, pressing close to her, and put his hand on her hip.

"What’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?"

Angel leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "My husband's a prick. I’m looking for a good time.” 

The words hung in the air.

“You’ve come to the right place, sweetheart,” he replied. “My name’s Mark. Let’s go have some fun.”

He took Angel’s arm and guided her to the grimy back hallway. The door to the men's room swung open, revealing a single stall and a row of urinals. The air smelled of stale piss and cheap soap. Mark unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to his feet. His boxers followed. An uncircumcised cock dangled between his legs.

“Is this the kind of good time you’re looking for?”

It was. Angel dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue across the soft flesh, the stale taste of urine clinging to the folds covering his knob. She watched his cock grow, the mushroom-shaped tip slowly emerging from its hiding place. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked until all seven inches throbbed, thick and vein-streaked.

Gripping his base, Angel leaned forward and flicked her tongue across his knob. Mark groaned, threading his fingers through her hair. She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head up and down. Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked him deeper, gagging when he hit the opening to her throat.

 "Oh fuck," he muttered, hips bucking. 

She sucked his cock with angry determination, her free hand cupping his balls and squeezing gently. His hard flesh throbbed in her mouth, precum salty on her tongue. She pulled back with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip. Standing, she hiked her up her skirt and pulled down her panties, revealing a shaved pussy already slick with arousal. She turned her back to him, bracing her hands on the sink, ass pushed out invitingly. 

"Fuck me. Hard. Make me forget that bastard husband of mine."

Mark gripped her hips and plunged into her with one brutal stroke. Angel cried out, her pussy stretching around him as he filled her completely. He pounded into her, balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. The mirror fogged from their heavy breaths, her breasts bouncing free from her top as she rocked back to meet him.

"Harder," she demanded. 

He slammed into her like a madman and smacked her ass with his hand, leaving welts on her cheeks. She clenched around him, pussy gripping his shaft like a vice, her moans echoing off the tiles. Mark fucked her relentlessly until she shattered, walls of her cunt pulsing as she came with a desperate scream. He followed seconds later, filling her pussy with spurt after spurt of hot cum. 

Angel slipped out of the men's room first, her skin still tingling from the rough pounding, cum trickling down her thigh under her skirt. She smoothed her hair and buttoned her blouse, then strode back to the bar with a predatory sway in her hips. 

“Another double martini, please.”

The bartender smiled knowingly and handed her the drink. Angel drained it, the burn in her belly sharpening her resolve. No more bullshit at home. Tonight was about reclaiming her body, one hard dick at a time. She sauntered back to the table and slid onto the lap of a guy named Jake, putting her arm around him and squirming against his growing cock. 

“Want to join me in the men’s room?”

Jake wrapped an arm around her waist. "Lead the way.” 

The door to the men’s room had barely clicked shut before Jake pinned her against the wall, lips mashing against hers in a messy tongue kiss. Angel moaned into his mouth, her fingers clawing at his shirt. She dropped to her knees and yanked down his pants, freeing his long, curved shaft that bobbed invitingly in front of her face. She engulfed the head, sucking with wet, slurping lips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pumped. 

The door swung open, and two more men entered: a man named Dante, tall with skin black as coal, and another nicknamed Bear, also black and as big as a football lineman. Dante dangled his monster in her face. Angel turned and took him between her lips, sliding her mouth up and down until all nine inches were glistening with spit. She turned to Bear, stretching her jaw wide to accommodate his massive girth, then alternated between the three men, tantalizing each of them with her cock sucking skills. 

The room filled with grunts and the obscene sounds of her mouth working three cocks in rotation, her lips flying up and down their vein-streaked shafts. They called her a slut and a whore, her pussy clenching at the words and dripping onto the floor. Tears ran down her cheeks in black streaks from her smeared mascara. Spit dribbled down her chin and neck. 

Jake hoisted her up onto the sink’s counter, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, folds puffy and inviting. He plunged into her wetness, his curved dick hitting spots that made her arch and cry out. As he thrust steadily, hips snapping forward, Dante ripped off her top to expose her tits. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting until she whimpered, then leaned down to bite one, sucking the tip into his mouth.

Bear positioned himself at her side, pulling her head down to feed his cock back into her mouth. She sucked greedily as Jake fucked her harder, the sink rattling under them. Dante released her nipple with a pop, moving to her other tit, lavishing it with rough licks and nips while his hand dipped between her legs to rub her clit in tight circles.

The pressure in Angel’s belly grew in intensity from Jake's relentless pounding, Bear’s shaft choking her throat, and Dante teasing her clit and biting her nipple. Her body tensed, then exploded in a shuddering orgasm, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Jake like a fist. He groaned, pulling out just in time to stroke himself, spurting thick jets of cum across her stomach and breasts. 

Bear came next, his hot seed flooding her mouth until it leaked from her lips and ran down her chin. Dante stepped between her thighs and buried his nine-inch weapon into her cum-filled pussy with brutal force, bouncing off her cervix with each desperate thrust. Angel felt him swell, stretching her pussy to the limit.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

Hot cum exploded with such force that Angel could feel it splashing against her walls and off her cervix. He filled her again and again until it leaked out and dribbled across her asshole onto the counter. He pulled out and fed his dripping cock to her mouth. She eagerly licked him clean. Angel slid off the counter, cum dripping from her chin and between her legs. Mark and four others were waiting in the doorway.