I'm not usually this excited to meet new clients, even though meeting someone new is always interesting; however, I'm entertaining two lads this evening, my first threesome with two men. Lads, as they are both a little younger than me, which is also unusual. They want to pick me up casually and chat me up, according to the brief Alex has given me, and then go to the nightclub just around the corner from the hotel. Adding to my general excitement is that they are my last clients before Ken flies me out to Antigua for my thirtieth birthday treat on Sunday—a fortnight of sun, sea, and sex.

Before going to the hotel, I visit my favorite boutique, Mandy's, which Ken and I had found the day I first met Colin. Mandy is the owner, and we have become good friends over the last few years. She is a talented designer and dressmaker, and she makes all of my exotic underwear, tailor-made to my short frame, including short-fitting stockings that she imports from Japan. Mandy has a new dress for me for tonight's clients, and I'm excited to see it.

I am sipping a gin and tonic at the bar, casually glancing around the room, doing my best to impersonate a tart, and wearing a tight, low-neck T-shirt, no bra, and a short ra-ra skirt, waiting for my latest clients to approach me.

"Hello, gorgeous, are you looking for us?" a lad leers as he approaches me.

"I don't know, who are you?" I sneer.

"I'm Jack; the jerk here is Pete. He is harmless; he gets goby when nervous," the other lad, Jack, informs me. These must be the lads; the names fit anyway.

"I make you nervous, do I, Pete? Rest assured, I don't bite. Unless asked," I laugh.

Pete shrugs and accepts Jack's remark and my tease.

"What do you two have planned for tonight, apart from trying to pull me?" I giggle.

"We're having a drink or two here and something to eat. Then we're going to the nightclub around the corner," Jack enthuses. "Would you like to come with us?" he continues.

"I'll tell you what, you buy me a cocktail and some dinner, and I'll think about coming to the club with you," I offer. "I'd like Sex on the Beach."

Their jaws drop to the floor.

"It's a cocktail," I grin lasciviously.

We order our drinks and meals at the bar; Jack and I walk to a vacant banquette while Pete waits for the drinks and brings them over.

Fifteen minutes later, the food arrives; it's just in time as I feel a little light-headed. Why did I order a Sex on the Beach? That's the second alcoholic drink I've had, and it's gone straight to my head.

We sit and chat amicably, eating our food, when a hand touches my knee. Reflexively, I spread my legs in encouragement, and the hand moves around to my inner thigh, edging a bit higher. Jack, who's doing the touching, nods to Pete.

Pete starts sliding his hand along my other leg, rougher and bolder than Jack's; he quickly reaches for my knickers. I open my legs wider, inviting them to explore more freely. Jack has caught up with Pete, and the two hands are now edging their way under my silky covering.

"Playground's open," I laugh as I open my legs wider. Then, I snap them shut, trapping their hands.

"Well, boys, if you want dessert, I suggest we retire to your room," I announce, standing up and rearranging my skirt. That's more forward than I usually am! The drink is having an effect.

Pete fumbles with the door card and laughs nervously, but we get in. Once inside the room, I strip off my T-shirt, exposing my boobs.

"These need attention, too," I pout, jiggling my boobs from side to side.

They're all over me, hands, mouths, kissing, sucking, tugging. Pete is behind me and unzips my skirt, pushing it and my knickers down my legs. Fingers quickly explore between my legs, even as my nipples are being nipped and pulled, making me squeal. I squirm down over the fingers in my pussy, pushing them further in.

"Come on, lads, hardly fair you're still dressed; get your cocks out," I order naughtily.

Swiftly they pull their tops off and then their jeans, exposing average-length and skinny cocks! That's disappointing, I think, as I kick my shoes off and swan over to the bedroom door, and they tug their jeans over their shoes. They should have taken their shoes off first!

"Last one in is a sissy," I tease.

Leaping onto the bed, I spread my legs wide and waited. God, what a slut!

Jack pushes Pete aside as they enter the room together. Jumping on top of me, and with either perfect aim or sheer luck, he enters my pussy in one swift movement. He continues swiftly, too, with no attempt at finesse, pumping in and out of my wet sex with enthusiasm. It's 'wham bam, thank you, ma'am,' and he's done. He shoots a surprising amount of cum into my pussy, which has no time to run out of it as Pete quickly replaces him inside of me.

Pete uses a slow and gentle rhythm to start, gently feeling his way deep into my cum filled hole, but he quickly increases his pace. The squelching and splashing sounds as his rapidly thrusting cock expels Jack's cum from my pussy and spreads it around our mounds as they mash together. He grunts and arches himself tensely as he holds himself deep in my pussy, filling it with his warm seed.

Both are finished in less than five minutes, and I've only been teased. Their faces are a picture as they stare at me lying on the bed with my legs apart, showing my pulsating pussy with white cum oozing from it to run down my bum.

"That was great; we'll have to do that again later," Pete enthuses.

"That would be nice. Can you be a bit slower next time, perhaps? A girl likes to cum too, you know," I chastise.

"Will you come to the club with us?" pleads Jack.

"I would love to, lads. Let me return to my room to get dressed, and I'll meet you downstairs in the foyer at ten," I suggest. They nod in agreement.

Sauntering past them to the lounge, gathering up my clothes and getting dressed, I use my knickers to wipe the cum from my legs and pussy. Their eyes have never left my body, staring at me the whole time.

"Here, lads, catch, you can sell these on the internet," I say, tossing my sodden knickers to them.

My new clubbing outfit is already laid out in my room. It's comprised of a red G-string and a figure-hugging backless halter-neck dress, finished off with a pair of knee-high maroon boots. After showering, I get dressed and admire myself in the mirror. The dress looks good, Mandy has excelled herself. She has used a new stretch material, and it hugs and accentuates all my curves; everything is covered, but only just. I slip on a knee-length coat for the walk to the club.

Checking in my coat at the club, the lads gasp as they see my outfit, and most of me, too. The dress is barely covering my bum cheeks, having ridden up walking here, and my boobs are more visible, too, the fabric of the dress having pulled in as well as up! The dress moves in mysterious ways. Mandy didn't warn me about that!

Typical lads; they are in jeans and T-shirts.

As expected, the club, which is quite sleazy, is busy and packed tight with people. We squeeze our way to the bar. My body gets squeezed and fondled, too, as we ease through the crowd—and not only by Pete and Jack! My dress continuously rides over my bum and needs constant attention.

We find a table, after getting our drinks, which you can mark as occupied, allowing you to dance and return afterward. The loud music makes talking difficult, so we watch the crowds dancing and pulsating on the dance floor for a while. There's lots of flesh being touched and explored, including mine, as Pete and Jack run their fingers up and down my legs.

Standing up and squeezing past Jack, I drag them both to their feet and onto the dance floor. As we have observed, it's not so much dancing as squirming against someone and touching them up.

Turning my back on Pete and pushing my bum into his crotch, I feel his firm cock press against it. He puts his hands around my waist, pulling me into him. My arms fly around Jack's neck, and I plant my lips onto his, pulling him against me and feeling his cock push against my belly. His hands go to my bum, squeezing and kneading, scrunching my dress up, not that it needs much help, and exposing my bare bum to John's crotch.

Pete moves his hands up my belly and is soon cupping and squeezing my boobs over my dress, his firm cock pushing harder into my bum. Sandwiched between two cocks is bliss!

We squirm around like this, swapping places, smoothing down my dress, and starting over again for what seems like an age.

Pete leaves us to go to the loo, leaving Jack nuzzling into my neck, hands under my dress, kneading and rubbing my exposed bum. Then somebody takes Pete's place behind me. Their hands reach around my stomach and wander down to my crotch, stroking over my pubic mound and probing the top of my slit before moving up my body, under the sides of my dress, to grab my bare boobs eagerly.

The strange hands move away, pulling my boobs free as they do. I quickly cover myself up, but not before all those around me have had a good eyeful. Jack spins me around and grabs at my boobs, squeezing them tightly over my dress before briefly exposing them again and then covering them with his bare hands. He pulls me tightly against his body, his cock pressing firmly at my bum. The music quietens, and we wander off the dance floor.

Making our way back to the table, we adjust ourselves as we go. Pete is sitting there grinning; he's got some drinks, bottles of water, a lager for him and Jack, and a cocktail for me. I gulp down the water and sip at the cocktail. Sex on the Beach.

"I was watching you; it was a girl who felt up your pussy and boobs, such a bloody turn-on. Jack, you're the man getting them out like that," he approves. "You were the center of attention out there, Sharon."

We sit the following set out, chatting or trying to, and watch the gyrating crowd. Then we get to the floor again, doing as before. This time, Jack and Pete move away from me occasionally, allowing the crowd access to my body for a few minutes before they close back in. Naughty! Strange hands exploring my body is such a turn-on.

We repeat this throughout the evening: Jack has been to the loo also, and now it's my turn. I leave the table, squeezing through the hordes, and queuing to reach the toilets. I pass the time by listening to odd snippets of conversation, mainly referring to a slut wearing next to nothing and allowing everyone to feel her up, that one in the red dress. Oops, that's me!

Sitting and relieving myself, I look at my knickers around my ankles, and, on a whim, take them off and hang them on the back of the door. I'm wearing next to nothing now!

I return to the table and invite the boys to the dance floor. They both shake their heads, so I join the crowd alone. Instantly, I am enveloped by acres of flesh, and wandering hands explore my body as I sway to the music, my eyes shut, and I enjoy the moment.

People mash against me, squashing me between ever-moving bodies, boobs, cocks, and hands, all pressing into me. Someone raises my hands above my head, and I clasp them together, swaying with the music. Out pop my boobs to be caught and squeezed by any passing hands. My dress is lifted firmly over my bum and bunched around my waist; now, my best bits are on show for everyone to play with.

My naked pussy is explored and probed as the crowd treats me like a plaything. My nakedness is being exploited; boobs, bum, and pussy are all being mashed and prodded. I squeeze myself tighter against the writhing bodies as they explore my pleasure zones. Fingers run across my clitoris and down into my hole; another hand joins it from the rear. Two hands explore my wet and wanton sex. My boobs are exposed and tormented by nips and tugs and bites. My nipples feel like bullets, hard and standing proud. My pussy is oozing juices that run down my inner thighs.

Fingers work in partnership, fucking my pussy in the middle of the crowd. It's too much, and a quivering orgasm runs through my body. The music is still playing, and I am being swept along with it and the crowd. Then suddenly, they bend me over, and a cock is rammed deep inside of my sodden and welcoming pussy.

He cums inside of me quickly, pulling out, dripping his cum down my legs, only to be replaced by another rampant organ immediately filling my desperate hole, feeling the cum already inside my pussy splashing and running down my legs as he mercilessly pounds into me. Another load fills my wanton hole as he cums deep inside of me. As quickly as one cock leaves my pussy, another fills it. A continuous line of cocks enter and fill my pussy, pounding and thrusting, leaving their deposits inside of me, mixing them to flow and run down my legs like a leaking tap.

My body is shaking and quivering as waves of pleasure pulsate through it, orgasm after orgasm flooding through my body; everything is a blur.

Then I feel myself getting led away and back to the table as the music dies; I feel a mess and must look it too, cum running down my legs, my dress soaked in sweat and cum. Someone has at least put my boobs inside my dress and pulled it back over my bum! It might have been me!

It's Pete who has rescued me.

Sitting back at the table in a daze, sipping at another cocktail, I listen to Pete talk, only vaguely realizing he's talking about me.

"You should have seen her, Jack. When I found her, she was bent over with a bloke fucking her hard from behind, and when he was done, another bloke took his place. I watched three blokes fuck her, and according to a chap next to me, three or four had already used her cunt. It was fucking unreal," Pete exclaims excitedly.

As Pete finishes his tale, I finish my drink and suggest they take me back to the hotel to clean up. I am definitely worse for wear.

The cold night air brings me to my senses, and as we walk back to the hotel, it comes to me as I feel my pussy draining cum down my thighs; just what a slut I have been, and how much I enjoyed it! Something to ponder on at another time!


Disappearing into their bathroom, I sit on the loo and let the remains of the cum drain out of me. Then, I undress and shower, staying under the cleansing stream for a long time in silent thought, allowing the water to flow over me.

As I walk back into the lounge with a towel wrapped around me, Pete and Jack eye me up ravenously, their cocks bulging in their jeans.

Springing forward, they grab me and push me to my knees, my towel slipping off as they do. Springing their cocks from their confines, they thrust them at my face. Jack shoves his into my mouth and deep into my throat, gasping as it touches the back of my throat. I can't breathe and momentarily panic until Jack slides back out, allowing me to gulp in a vast lungful of air. But there is no gag or choking reaction from my body, and he uses my mouth as though it were my pussy, pounding the back of my throat until he cums. He shoots his load straight into my belly. I take in great gouts of air as he pulls out of my mouth; I couldn't breathe when he was deep in my throat, unloading his warm seed.

Pete pushes me down onto the floor, forcing my legs apart as he lies on top of me, thrusting his cock into my pussy, and starts pounding into me mercilessly. He burns my back as he slides me along the floor with each savage thrust, eventually banging my head against the sofa, which stops my sliding and allows him to hammer his cock into me deeply.

"God, she's so loose and wet," he cries out.

He doesn't care, though, as he continues to plunder my aching pussy, hammering into me for all he's worth. Cumming deep inside my body, he fills me with his cum.

"Hey, Pete, how about trying DP? Like on the porn flicks. She's loose enough," Jack enthusiastically expounds.

"Yeah, I need a few minutes of recovery time first." Pete grins.

They drag me into the bedroom and lay me spread-eagled on the bed. Their fingers begin exploring and stretching my gaping pussy, tugging and pulling at my lips, squeezing my sensitive nub. I lie there, my body enthusiastically responding to their ministrations.

"Hey, look, four fingers go in easy," Jack shouts gleefully as he pumps them into me.

"Are you ready now? I am, look." Pete displays his rigid manhood to Jack.

Jack is ready and lies on the bed; Pete pushes me over him to straddle his cock, which slides easily into my gaping pussy. Pete gets behind me, positions his cock, and enters my already occupied hole with some degree of difficulty. They soon get into a rhythm, pumping alternately, then slowing and timing their strokes to coincide with each other. Two cocks working as one fill my aching pussy, stretching me wide with every stroke. It feels so good.

They take it slowly, plundering my sex at their leisure, savoring every stroke as if it is their last. What has happened to their frantic fucking of earlier! It may be because they are both inside of me. It must be strange for them, too, and it seems to take them forever to cum again, and then they quicken their pace. Two loads of warm juice shoot inside of me, filling, then overflowing from my hole.

Pete moves around to my face, forcing his wet and limp cock into my mouth. "Clean it, slut," he orders.

I dutifully use my tongue to clean all the mixed juices from his cock and balls, inadvertently bringing him back to total hardness.

"Good girl," Pete evilly says as he thrusts his cock down my throat once again, his balls slapping against my chin. He takes forever to cum, this time filling my mouth with his sticky cum. I savor the taste as I swallow it all.

I fall to the bed, gasping for air, as he removes his cock from my mouth. Slowly I recover, only to see Jack with his hard cock in his hand, looking down at me. His intent is clear, and he pulls me up from the bed and impales my face onto his cock, driving it deep down my throat. Pumping quickly and meaningfully, he cums within seconds, sending a second load into my stomach, withdrawing and pushing me disdainfully away.

Both wander off, leaving me curled and panting hard on the bed.

Eventually, I get up, stagger to the bathroom, and clean up a little. My dress is on the floor, but it is in no state to be worn.

"Are you OK?" Jack asks, with some concern, as I wander out of the bathroom and into the lounge.

"Yes, I'm fine," I confirm as I put my coat over my naked body. "I hope you had a good time," I continue as I left their room.

I think all the expletives mean that they did!

Back in my room, soaking in a nice warm bath, the entire evening flashes before my eyes: the quick introductory sex, all the hands, fingers, boobs, and cocks feeling and pressing against and over my body at the club. Every thrust of the eight, yes eight, cocks that ravished me there. The cum running down my thighs as I walked back to the hotel, and Pete and Jack's excited and extensive use of my body when we were alone again.

I shudder with excited memories as my body and mind work in tandem and yearn for more.

As my mind clears, it dawns on me what happened. It was my birthday, or near enough. Pete and Jake are a similar age to me, plus the nightclub vibe and the demon drink. I relaxed, forgot to treat the evening as work and them as clients, and enjoyed myself. Alcohol, I know, lowers my inhibitions wildly, and I drank happily.

However, I have no regrets and truly wish for more nights like it or, actually, simply more cocks!

As for Ken, I don't think he will get the whole story; the groping in the club and being fucked five times by the two lads will be enough to keep him satisfied! A girl has to have some secrets, and I don't think Ken is ready to admit that I might be a slut, for that's what I was tonight and want to be again sometime.

However, he might benefit from my other newfound skill! I have never been able to deep-throat a cock before. Whether it was the alcohol, the suddenness of Jack's thrusting, or both. I'm not sure; it's a skill that, if maintained, will be very beneficial.