The sun warmed my skin as I lounged on the balcony of my new apartment, a perk from the company I'd been climbing the ranks of. I was fresh out of college, my career fueled by my ambition and, if I'm honest, my curves. My size 5 ass and perky B tits gave me an air of innocence that everyone seemed eager to corrupt. I had learned a lot from Fernando, an executive twice my age who had taken me under his wing, both in my job and in my sexual skills. I lacked a gag reflex, which made me quite the expert at deep-throating.
My phone buzzed, interrupting my relaxation. It was a message from Don Armando, the owner of the company. "I'm playing golf at a club with three friends of mine. Please join us at 12. The outfit will be waiting for you at the club." I smirked, knowing what that meant. Don Armando had developed a knack for my ass, and he summoned me almost daily for a blowjob. But this was a new twist.
I arrived at the club, and sure enough, there was a valencia waiting for me. I changed into the outfit: a white minidress that barely covered my ass, golf gloves, a hat, and spikes. I didn't play golf, but I was about to learn a new kind of game. The four men were already there, drinks in hand, eyes on me as I approached.
"Elena, darling, come here," Don Armando called, his eyes roaming my body. I sauntered over, feeling their gazes on my skin like touches. "We're going to teach you how to golf," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
The lesson was more about their hands on my body than the actual game. They grabbed me from behind, showing me how to swing, their hard-ons pressing against me. Drinks flowed freely, and by the time we finished, everyone was tipsy.
"Let's go inside," Don Armando suggested, leading us to a private room. The room was plush, with a large table in the center. "Elena, put on a show for us," he commanded, his eyes dark with desire.
I climbed onto the table, feeling their eyes on me as I stripped. I was naked, exposed, and fucking loving it. Don Armando gestured for me to kneel, and I did, taking him deep into my mouth in one smooth motion. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair. The other men gasped, their eyes wide with shock and arousal.
"Fuck, she's good," one of them muttered.
I worked Don Armando's cock, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem. He was close, I could tell, but he pulled out, his chest heaving. "Enough," he panted. "I want to fuck that tight ass of yours."
I turned around, presenting my ass to him. He didn't waste time, slamming into me with a groan. I cried out, the sudden intrusion making my eyes water. But I loved it, loved the burn, the stretch, the fullness.
One by one, the men took their turns, fucking my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I was a mess of sweat and saliva, my body aching in the best way possible. I was on all fours, taking dicks everywhere, my moans filling the room.
"Fuck, you're so tight," one of them groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. "I'm close," I gasped, my breath hitching.
"Cum for us, Elena," Don Armando commanded, his voice rough with desire.
And I did, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around the cock inside me. The men groaned, their own orgasms following mine. We collapsed onto the table, a heap of naked, sweaty bodies.
As I lay there, catching my breath, I couldn't help but smirk. This was not how I imagined my Saturday would go, but I wasn't complaining. I had learned a new game today, and I was eager to play again.
"Well, gentlemen," I said, my voice breathy. "I believe I've earned a raise."
They laughed, their eyes filled with admiration and lust. And as I looked at them, I knew this was just the beginning. My career was about to get a whole lot more interesting.