I’ve previously written about David, who was one of the guys I met at the toilet block.

In my last report, I described another experience with the other guy, Mark, who I was really falling for. He was caring, respectful and keen to see me and experience some of the things that he wasn’t getting at home. I was his dutiful gurl and was being swept along with the attention he was giving me when he had the opportunity.

David, however, was less respectful than Mark, but there was something about his roughness and control that kept drawing me back to him. I guess I must have subconsciously been excited by the relative lack of respect and courtesy that he showed me. Our last meet had seen me turn up at his house, only to find out that he’d invited two of his unremarkable and disrespectful mates (Richard and Al) to use me too. Whilst this had been a shock, I went along with it to please David and, in the process, satisfying the basic needs of his mates.

David had contacted me again to arrange a meet, this time he set a date and time and gave me a different address to the one I’d last met him at. He told me he was house sitting, which excited me as it meant I’d be able to spend the whole night with him. He told me to bring plenty of pairs of stockings, as they may get ripped and butt plugs, short skirts and dresses. He also told me to be wearing boots, which he hadn’t demanded before, but I thought nothing more of it.

The agreed day arrived and after doing all the usual preparation of shaving, waxing, moisturising and cleaning myself inside and out, I got ready, choosing a white lace matching bra and thong set. I slipped on my sheer black stockings and then decided to wear the thigh high boots that I’d previously bought especially for Mark. After pulling on a very short navy bodycon micro dress, I applied my lipstick and put my wig on. I then gathered some other outfits including a short pleated tartan skirt, a white blouse, the maid’s outfit (from last time at David’s) and a wet look, black, long sleeve, tight micro dress and put them in a hold-all, along with 4 spare pairs of stockings and extra lingerie and a pair of black stiletto shoes. As I’d likely be coming home in the morning, I also packed some male clothes and shoes. I then packed my little shoulder bag with lipstick, condoms, a butt plug (David still had the other one from the last meet) and two tubes of lube. I checked myself in the mirror and was pleased I’d chosen the thigh high boots, as they looked great with the dress. Slipping on a light overcoat, I left the house and got into my car.

I put the address into the satnav and immediately realised that the address was in a Leary of town with a bit of a reputation. Undeterred, I set off to make sure I got there at the right time. I arrived in the street to find rows of terraced houses with small front gardens bordered by low brick walls. I got out of my car, gathered my bags and walked to the address I’d been given. Knocking on the door, it was quickly opened with David moving behind the door as it opened. I stepped into the hallway and without turning around, I said,

‘Well David, I’m finally alone in private with you. Do as you please to me’

As the door closed behind me, I was smiling I turned round expecting to see David, instead, I was greeted by Al, the coach driver friend of David from last time. My jaw dropped and Al was chuckling as I recovered and asked,

‘Where’s David. And what are YOU doing here?’

The Mr. Twit lookalike grinned as he told me, ‘This is my house, it’s the only way I thought I could get you here. I told you last time I could do with a lover like you, so I got David to lend you to me’.

I was completely shocked and crestfallen. I’d been preparing all along to spend the night with a guy who I was fascinated with and had been misled into meeting a slob that had been forced on me previously.

‘You look like you could do with a drink, how about I get you a glass of wine?’, and he disappeared into his kitchen whilst I stood there with my bags, feeling frustrated at not being alone with David again. Al came back to me holding a glass of white wine for me and a bottle of lager for him.

‘You look completely fuckable’, he said to break the tension and clinked my glass to say cheers. I took a sip and finally spoke again,

‘I’m not happy about this, I have been duped into coming here. What are you expecting from this meeting?’

‘It’s pretty simple’, he replied, ‘you’ve made the effort to come here for sex and I propose being the provider. Now come with me and let’s have a drink’.

He opened the door to his sitting room and gestured for me to walk in. As I did so, he squeezed my ass, which I found cocky and disrespectful.

‘Sit down and we can have a chat’, he said

Not for the last time that evening, I did as instructed and he followed up by mentioning our last meet.

‘You didn’t seem to have any problems with me last time we met, so why do you appear reluctant now?’

Al had a point, even though I just did as David expected of me, I had enjoyed his cock in my mouth and ass and even savoured the taste of his cum. Crikey, I’d even enjoyed licking and sucking his hairy balls. I took another few gulps of my wine and he left the room bringing back the wine bottle and topped up my glass.

‘Well, now you’ve had one drink, you’ll need to stay for at least an hour or two to get it out of your system, so let’s put that time to positive effect’

I thought about and replied,

‘OK, I’ll play with you whilst the alcohol passes through me, but before we start, you can go and shower and come back downstairs naked’

His eyes lit up, he nodded agreement and shot upstairs. I remained in the sitting room and felt slightly turned on by taking charge and I relaxed as I sat back drinking my wine.

Within no time he returned, still drying himself off with the towel. His belly was bigger than I remembered and his cock was just as I recalled. I thought to myself that if he trimmed his pubes, his cock would look bigger. Anyway, he was back and expected my attention. I stood up and moved over to him, linking my arms around his neck. I couldn’t believe I was doing this voluntarily, but I was relaxing into the situation further. I leant into kiss his lips and felt his prickly beard on my face. As he grabbed my ass with both hands, I opened my mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue in. He kissed me with purpose as my ass was squeezed and kneaded and slapped through my dress by his big hands, before he lifted the hem and did the same to my bare cheeks. He was rough, but I was being turned on by the kissing so I dutifully complied.

After a while, he broke away and went and sat on the sofa, beckoning me over to him. I stood in front of him and he told me to kneel down and show him how glad I was that I’d stayed. I did as he demanded and kissed up his thighs to his semi hard cock. As I got to it, I breathed in his masculine aroma and stuck my tongue into the slit in his bell end, getting a taste of his precum. I flicked the slit with my tongue and he leaned back and closed his eyes as I lifted his fully hardened shaft and started licking his balls. I normally hate pubes in my face and mouth, but for some reason his didn’t bother me. I took his fully erect cock in my hungry mouth and did what he required me to do. I gradually got quicker bobbing my head up and down whilst looking up at him and felt myself getting hard as I tasted more precum, which reminded me that the feel of his cum in my mouth had been so good last time. My pace gathered and he started to thrust his hips and hold the back of my head, whilst telling me I was a ‘good whore for Al’. As his sap rose he grunted and thrusted more, before shouting out, ‘Take that you whore!’ and jetting his warm, delicious cum into try throat. As his thrusting died down, I didn’t release his cock. I swallowed everything and then took my time milking every last drop of his lovely cum to clean him up. Once I’d finished, I stood up and then sat next to him on the sofa, stroking his leg and kissing him, wondering why he’d started to call me a whore.

His breathing finally subsided and he said, bluntly,

‘You’re staying here with me tonight, Joanna, so you may as well carry on drinking your wine. I’m going to make you a proper whore’

His apparent cockiness was quite a turn on, so I symbolically picked up my glass and downed the contents to clearly demonstrate that I would comply with his demand. I had no idea what I was doing or letting myself in for, but I had no intention of going anywhere else that evening. He took me by the hand into the kitchen, telling me to bring my glass. In the kitchen, he pulled out a chair for me to sit at the table and he refilled my glass, before telling me to remove my dress. He then left the kitchen for a few minutes before returning and sticking his groin in my face. I leant forward, breathed in his manly aroma again and then started to lick his limp cock. I loved the taste of it and was happy to continue until he pulled me to my feet and told me to stand still. Then picking up his phone, he started taking photos of me in just my underwear, stockings and boots.

‘Stop a minute and let your gurl reapply her lipstick’

I dashed off to the sitting room and retrieved my shoulder bag to get my lipstick. After reapplying it, I kissed him then let him take more photos, with me different poses, as instructed. He fiddled with his phone for a while, then sat down on a chair next to me chatting about random things, whilst I stroked his cock and balls and kissed him. Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a knock at his front door.

‘You can answer that’, he barked

I looked confused, but he gestured for me to leave the kitchen. As I went to grab my dress, the door was knocked a further two times,

‘You won’t need that. Just go and see who is there’

I reluctantly complied and opened the door wide, not bothering to hide my state of relative undress. There stood a chap who looked in his late 60s, who smiled and said,

‘Al wasn’t wrong. You look like someone who could make an old guy happy’ and he stepped in and barged past me, grabbing my cock through my lace thong as he passed. Al came out of the kitchen and said,

‘Oh, Joanna, this is Colin. He’s interested in seeing what a gurl like you can do to make him happy’

Not for the first time that evening, I was shocked. I’d now drunk more wine, so definitely couldn’t drive anywhere, leaving me no option to go along with the plans of these two deviants.

Colin was less chubby than Al, but still no athlete in appearance. He did have lovely silver hair that had been carefully brushed and a freshly shaved face. He wasted no time and came up to me and stroked my cock, forcing his face towards mine and shoving his tongue in my mouth. I responded by connecting my tongue with his and enjoyed the sensation of my cock getting some attention. He broke away, grabbed my hand and took me into the sitting room. He immediately removed his t-shirt and unfastened his trousers and let them drop, before kicking off his shoes. He completely removed his trousers and stood there in his underpants and socks and told me to kneel. I walked up to him, stared into his eyes and lowered myself. I knew what I had to do and started to lick his growing cock though his underwear. After being told I was a ‘slut’ and a ‘good slag’, I carried on as they would expect me to and pulled his underpants down.

I was now looking at a neatly trimmed groin with grey pubes, this guy seemed to look after himself. I leant forward and lick the tip of his cock to taste the precum. Again this was pleasant, so I licked the shaft of his cock, lifted it and licked and sucked his balls. It was clear this was having the effect expected and his cock grew to what I later found out to be 7.5”. I had more to work with so got to it and slipped his cock in my mouth and got to work. After a short time he stopped me and sat on the sofa, telling my to come to him. I crawled over and recommenced the sucking to then feel Al behind me grappling with my ass and roughly probing my anus. I stopped sucking briefly to suggest he gets my bag from the kitchen and get the lube. He went off quickly returning with the lube and a condom. Whilst I continued in my pursuit to fulfil Colin’s urges, Al started pulling the string of my thong to one side and lubed my hole, probing it at the same time. I then heard him tear open a condom wrapper and waited for the inevitable. Then sure as anything, his cock was knocking at my back door, almost frantically, as he tried to penetrate me quickly. I assisted by pushing back and his cock gradually entered me. I assumed to two guys were enjoying themselves, but I certainly knew I was. I felt fulfilled, with both holes rammed with cock. Al was deep in me and I could feel his beer belly resting on my lower back as he forced himself in to me, picking up pace, which in turn galvanised Colin into more urgent action as he started to thrust his hips towards my face, whilst calling me a slut. Colin was the first to get to the point of no return and held my head as he shot four jets of cum into my mouth. He needn’t have held me as there was no way I was going to let his cock drop out. I swallowed and then cleaned up his cock, squeezing it to make sure i claimed every drop of his cum. Meanwhile, Al was still banging away behind as I gently kissed Colin’s cock. Then, he suddenly let out a huge groan and pumped his cum into the condom. I pushed back a little and waited for him to settle and withdraw from my ass. As he I’d, I turned around, pulled the condom off, licked his cock then tipped the contents of his condom into my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much I loved the taste of his cum, but it drove me crazy with lust and I enjoyed every drop.

As they got their breath back, I excused myself and went to the loo, using the opportunity to reapply my lipstick. When I returned to them, I was told to go and put on another outfit, so slipped away to the bathroom again and chose an outfit. This was shaping up to be a night to remember, but I was unsure as to why Al was calling me a 'whore'.

I’ll stop there and continue in Part 2 soon. I’m sorry this first part is so long, but it was a busy evening and I didn’t want to lose any detail.

Joanna x