Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

How had I gotten home? I didn't remember Bert undressing me, but he must have. How else could he put himself in me? A voice, not Bert's, but a man's voice, "God is she tight." The hardness moved into me, a mouth fastened itself to mine and another mouth closed on my breast and fingers teased the nipple on my other breast. The hardness was insistent now, pushing and seeking to find something and I heard loud moaning sounds and then I realized that they were coming from me.

My body was responding to the attention it was getting form Bert's hands and mouth and I slowly realized that the hardness was Bert's cock and that he was making love to me. A voice floated into my head, "Jesus, we just have to get some of this when she is sober." "We will find a way." I was out of it, but my body knew what was happening to it and my legs hooked behind Bert and my ass hunched up at him. Something was pushing at my mouth and then hands captured my twisting and turning head and held it still while Bert pushed his cock into my mouth. How could this be? How could Bert be in my pussy and my mouth at the same time? Oh God, what was happening to me?

Voices again, "...room service for coffee." "...sobered up." Then my pussy was flooded with warmth and the hardness in me left me and then the cock in my mouth left me and suddenly I felt hardness pushing into me again. Things were a little clearer now and I knew that the cock in my mouth had just invaded my pussy. How could Bert do all this? Moments later another cock pushed at my mouth and it was wet and sticky and I knew the taste. It must have been the one that was just in my pussy. The cock in my pussy was driving hard and I was responding with kicking legs and loud moans. Some of the fog lifted from my eyes and I saw Charley looking down at me. Why was Bert letting Charlie fuck me? Was this all just a dream - a nightmare? Charlie was breathing hard, "Here it comes sweetie, here it comes" and again I felt a flood of warmth in the lower part of my body. The cock in my mouth left me and then I felt another one enter me. The one that had just left my mouth? I lifted my head and looked around for Bert, but he wasn't there. I was nude - how did that happen? Why was Charlie naked and standing there looking at Brad fucking me? How did Brad get on me?

There was a knock at the door and Brad opened the door to find the room service waiter standing there with a cart. The waiter's eyes met mine and I saw the hunger in them. He pushed his cart into the room and as Charlie signed the bill he saw the way the waiter was looking at me and he said, "If you have the time, she's your tip."

The waiter started to strip as I leaned on my elbows and watched. The fog was lifting and I saw what was happening; how it happened escaped me, but I knew that I had just been fucked by two men and they had just given me to a third. The waiter was naked now and walking toward me and I could not take my eyes off of his black cock. By now I was fully aware that Brad and Charley had fucked me, but I hadn't seen them do it. But I saw the waiters cock; I saw it coming toward me and I laid back and spread my legs and waited for it. I didn't protest, I didn't scream or fight, I just waited there for the waiter to put it in me. As he entered me I heard myself say, "That's it, put it in me, that's it, fuck me now, please fuck me."

When the waiter was gone Charley and Brad did me again and then they poured black coffee into me until I was fully aware of my surroundings; my nakedness, their nakedness and the two erect cocks just waiting to be used again. They confessed to me what they had done and Charley said, "But we are not apologizing. We have both wanted you since the day you hired on and tonight we took a shot and got lucky."

Brad grinned and said, "And it was worth the wait" as he pushed me back on the bed and moved between my legs.

"Wait!" I said as I reached for the bedside phone. I called home and when Bert answered I said, "I'm sorry honey, but I tried a few mixed drinks tonight and I don't think I'm in any shape to drive home. I got a room at the hotel. I think I'm all right baby, but I don't want to take a..." at that point in the conversation Brad drove home and I moaned. "Nothing honey, just my head hurts a little." Brad was picking up speed and I managed to tell Bert that I loved him and hang up before he had a chance to hear me cry out, "Oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me, please fuck me."

Over the next three hours Brad and Charlie made me into their slut. They did everything to me that two men could do to a woman and I rolled around on that bed and loved it. At one point I was begging them, actually begging them to fuck me harder and Charley said, "Maybe we should get the room service waiter back up here. Would you like that? Could you use a little more cock?"

I was on my hands and knees and Brad was fucking me from behind and I heard myself say, "I don't care, just keep fucking me. Please don't stop fucking me."

Charlie called down to room service and ordered breakfast. "Try to hang on baby. Help will be here soon." And he fed his cock into my mouth. I didn't hear the knock on the door and I didn't know that the waiter was in the room until his fat black cock was stuffed down my throat. Fifteen minutes later I had all three of them in me at once and I was screaming out in pleasure.

At four in the morning the boys were all fucked out and I couldn't get them up anymore. They dressed to leave and on the way out the door Charlie looked at me, "Can we do this again sometime?" I just smiled at him and my head hit the pillow and I crashed.

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