At Their Beck and Call

I hated this part of the job. The cleaning and tidying I could deal with, but now you want me to serve? Serve? The housekeeping job is fine... I suppose; whilst I finish up college. It pays well and the tips are actually great. However I draw the line at being at some rich dude's beck and call. All thanks to Beth who got me this job because I really needed it.

"No babe, I don't think the bun will suit you. Could you put your hair into a french plait?" Beth tells me.

"Sure, do you want me in a thong too?" I scowled at my manager, and best friend.

"If it means you get a big, sexy tip, then sure," Beth shrugged.

Urgh, I hated and loved her but I could not be bothered to be eye-fucked by a 60 year old perv, whilst I served him champagne in the smallest skirt. I loved the way the Bravatina uniform looked on my curvy body. The corseted shirt cinched me around the waist, and the black skirt was tight enough that my ass always looked extra juicy. Maybe that's why I loved the job, because my tips were based upon my service and my appearance.

After a deep stare-off with Beth, I gave up. Plaited my black hair into a tight hair-do and took my glasses off to replace them with grey contact lenses. Unbuttoned my shirt just a little so that the men can look down my shirt whilst I serve them their over-priced food and drink; every little helps. I think I needed a pair of heels, which would add to the appeal further. Men were simple, every time I dressed in this way, I would walk out a very rich girl. Obviously, I would share my tips with Beth and she would do the exact same. However, Beth's tips were gargantuan- why? She'd fuck them. Good for her! There had been times where I would consider getting bent over for an extra thousand dollars. Today was a day where I was absolutely considering sleeping with a guest. Why? Because my rent was overdue and I owed my landlord approximately three thousand dollars in late rent.

I approached the Sapphire Vista, the most expensive suite in Miami. Pushed my tits as far as they would go and knocked. Saying a little prayer that this night would be over and done with- so that I can go home and hibernate. I waited for the door to open with some urgency. As the large oak door swung without a creak, I took in a sharp breath and plastered on a fake smile which looked cute, obviously. My dark red lipstick making me look extra sexy in the low light.

"Ahh boys, she's here. Come on in," a deep English voice beckoned a couple of cheers.

"Hi there, I'm Bree! I'll be serving you today and your party. How many of you are there today?" I asked before taking a step into the suit.

"There are three of us, Bree. Great to meet you. I'm Charlie," he said smiling down at me.

Charlie was in his mid forties and his two accomplices were in their fifties. They had come to Miami for a business convention and were now just having some 'down time'. It was the same story I'd heard time and time again. Married tourist coming for business but leaving with their cocks wet and appetites full; returning back to their loveless marriages and annoying children. I rolled my eyes and continued to act interested, whilst I served Charlie, Joe and Bradley. All of them were handsome in that Jason Statham way. All of them seemed like they frequented the gym. Made my night easy, I suppose. Bradley, who was bald and tanned with green eyes offered me a drink. I couldn't place where he was from until Charlie laughed and clarified that he was from Manchester, hence the strong northern accent.

"It's okay Bree, he only wants to include you. It's his northern hospitality. Join us, I suppose you get bored of older rich men ignoring you. Let us make you feel special..." Charlie's voice was low and suggestive.

"Well if that's the case, then I would love a glass. I'll pour it myself. Come closer gentlemen so I can top you up," I responded. My voice becoming softer as I was beginning to like these guys.

"How about you top us all off," Bradley had mumbled. His comment breaking through the formality of the situation.

I burst out laughing, which prompted the boys to howl also. This wasn't so bad after all. Taking my first sip, I eased into the night. I learnt so much about the boys. Bradley was married with three children. His wife was a therapist so he was sick and tired of talking about his feelings. Joe was separated but was trying to work things out with his wife. Oh, Bradley's wife was their therapist. Charlie has been married for 6 years and he is happy. Or so he says. However they decided to have no children and live for themselves.

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It was two in the morning and we had drunk 3 bottles of champagne and now we were onto the spirits. The boys had asked about my life and I told them all about it... all of it. However, we just joked about the trivialities of being in shit situations, making the evening light-hearted and fun. To be honest, it didn't even feel like I was at work.

"Right boys. I think it might be time I shoo off as I've finished my shift. Any last orders before I leave you and your left hands to finish each other off?" I giggled.

"Well actually Bree my offer still stands, if you want," Bradley said smugly.

"Oh yeah, if you can give me ten thousand dollars. I'd finish you all off." I said in my tipsy state as I re-adjusted my uniform so I could look less drunk.

The boys looked at each other in shock. Then told me to 'hold tight' for a moment whilst they went into one of the bedrooms. After a couple of minutes they had come out, smirks plastered on all their faces.

"Bree, how about you stay the night with us and have some fun... naked. We all get to do what we want to you and in return this ten thousand dollar cheque is all yours." Joe, the quieter one out of the three had calmly explained. His posh accent making this exchange sound like a business meeting rather than a night of fun.

Whether it was my financial desperation or the ego boost the boys were providing me. I couldn't turn down the offer. I knew they would make me feel comfortable and then reward me with a shit load of money. I didn't hesitate. I said...

"Yes. I accept." I whispered.

"Get on your knees Bree. You gotta tell us which cock tastes and feels better in your mouth," Bradley's northern accent was thick.

"Take your clothes off. Leave the heels," Joe interjected.

I obliged happily and got on my knees. Charlie was the first to approach as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was thick and would be a mouthful. He shoved his cock into my mouth and groaned loudly as he took in my warmth. I held onto his thighs to gain some balance. He pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. My eyes were watering from the sheer power of his thrusts. Once he was satisfied with how erect he was, he stepped aside for Bradley to come towards me. However, Bradley decided he didn't want me on my hands and knees and diverted me to the sofa. Where he laid me down and my head was bent over the armrest. My naked body looked luxurious in the moody lighting. My nipples twinkled under the quiet chandelier.

"My balls first," Bradley groaned.

His cock was long and thin and veins protruded from every part of his shaft. He was cleanly shaven. I liked it. He lay his shaft over my face as I took his testicles in my mouth. Softly sucking each one, then kissing them with my tongue. Applying plenty of saliva as I kept licking. In the meantime, Joe had spread my legs on the sofa and began kissing my inner-thigh. I was shocked at the touch, but welcomed it. Joe's mouth then descended on my wet pussy. Sucking on my clit made me even more eager to suck on Bradley's balls. I took one into my mouth and sucked while my right hand massaged his shaft. My left hand was holding on to Joe's hair as he tongued my clit. My moans added the slight vibration to his balls which made Bradley roll his eyes back and pull away. I pouted. Now my mouth wasn't occupied.

Both Bradley and Charlie watched me as Joe was eating my pussy. They stroked their cocks whilst they could see their best friend devour me; sweat forming on brow from the intense pleasure. Joe's head bobbed up and down as he tried to delve deeper with his tongue. Joe stopped, and flipped me over so that I was on my knees and my hands now gripped on the head and armrest for support.

"Boys, I'm going to dip into her pussy first, I'm not going to come because I don't want to cheat on Mel," Joe said, whilst he wiped my juices off his mouth.

The boys laughed and I also grinned because there wasn't much logic to his statement, but I was glad he would fuck me first. Joe tapped his cock on my ass and it felt heavy. I prayed that he was massive because I was dying to be fucked hard. His pussy-eating skills were brilliant and I was horny. No wonder Beth enjoyed her job, this was fun. Joe inserted his cock inside of me and I gasped. He was large and it felt like he wasn't all the way inside of me. I closed my eyes in anticipation. Would it be a quick one or would he kiss my neck and fuck me slowly.

Oh yes, he was the latter. His cock pushed slowly as we rocked in a rhythm that was relaxing. His mouth burned kisses on my neck whilst his hand gripped my french plait. I wanted more. I wanted all my holes filled.

"Can someone come and fuck my throat please?" I moaned as Joe rocked me with his large length. I wish I got to see it.

Charlie and Bradley looked at each other and both of them approached me. Guess I was going to have to take both of them in my mouth. I took Bradley's long penis into my mouth first and began sucking. Joe was continuing his slow tirade on my pussy and I could feel an orgasm blossoming at the bottom of my spine. My moans grew fervent and Joe could feel that my walls were beginning to contract. He pulled out of me and I screamed in frustration.

"If I continued to fuck you, darling. I would have come inside of you. Means I would have cheated. Nice pussy. It's tight," Joe wheezed. In the midst of my scream, Bradley's cock came out of my mouth and Joe took that opportunity to kiss me on the mouth. I happily obliged as his tongue crashed with mine and his saliva coated my mouth.

"Boys fuck her senseless and I'll happily watch." Joe took a seat on the single armchair and started stroking his cock.

"Sit up," Charlie ordered.

Charlie took a seat and then pulled me on top of him. His cock aligned with my opening and pushed me down onto his cock. His head lulled back in pleasure as I began bouncing on his dick. His thickness filled me up and I enjoyed the feel of his cock. My moans began echoing through the grande suite. My body silhouetting the gorgeous skyline of Miami as my tits began bouncing up and down. Joe, meanwhile was stroking his cock in rapid motions. His had tilting back also in pleasure. Bradley stood in front of me whilst I was being impaled on Charlie's cock. Pinching my nipples, Bradley found my mouth again and was punching in and out of my mouth. The saliva spilling from the sides as I slobbered from the feeling of fullness.

All three men were moaning and groaning. The scene was heady and their musk mixed with my arousal added to the corrupt luxury of the experience. My short pants and guttural moans were muffled as Bradley was fucking my face. My cheeks reddened as Charlie cupped both of my tits and played with my nipples. As Bradley pulled out of my mouth, I looked up and smiled at him. Letting him know that he, and his friends have made me a very happy (and rich) maid.

"Oi Charlie, let me have a go. I want to know what her pussy feels like," Bradley roared, pulling me off Charlie's cock.

Turning back, I could see the smile on Charlie's face and his soaked cock which glistened like a disco ball in the lowlight. I wonder what position Bradley was going to put me in, and I also hoped that Charlie's meaty cock would make an appearance in my mouth. Bradley dragged me to the dining table which was situated in the middle of the suite. Picked me up and placed me on top, my back finally getting some support. Bradley spread my legs wide and spat on my pussy. I used my elbows to to perch myself up to see why he did that. Bradley looked up and me and simply smirked.

Using his hand, he coated his spittle all around my swollen and wet pussy. Once he was satisfied with how soaked I looked, he entered me slowly. Groaning. My head tilted at the edge of the circular table so Charlie could use my mouth and finally cum down my throat. I was exhausted and the alcohol was beginning to wear off, but I needed to find my release. With that, I stomached the rough fucking from Bradley who was too busy staring at my cunt and not me. He was gritting his teeth as his cock invaded me fast and quickly. Charlie, dipped into my mouth and again roughly began fucking my face. However, the grip around my hair was tight, making me feel light-headed.

Joe was close to finishing as he changed his angle to face us. He now stood over us and his moans were deep and urgent. He was the first to finish, and thick ropes of cum coated my stomach. Next was Charlie, who kept exhaling out of his mouth and came down my throat. His salty seed quickly washing down my gullet. I kept milking him until there was nothing left for him to give me. Charlie quickly let go of my hair and I was relieved that I was no longer feeling the pain of grip. Bradley and I were the last left. Joe decided that it was up to him to help me finish, so he used his long fingers and began strumming clit, whilst Bradley fucked me on the table. I swear Joe's fingers playing with my pussy was exactly what I needed.

"Fuck boys, I think I'm going to... I'm going to.. FUCK!" I screamed as I found my release. Joe's fingers still thrumming my pussy as my walls kept convulsing.

"Shit. Fuck Bree, that pussy!" Bradley screamed. He too was orgasming, however he didn't pull out of me. Instead fucking me until he was empty.

I looked up at all three men and smiled. What an experience this was! All three men kissed me openly on the mouth as they removed themselves off me. I ran into the bathroom to clean myself up and take myself home before any of my colleagues could catch me.

"This is for you." Joe's posh accent interrupted me as I was putting on my uniform.

"Thank you, boys. This was fun. Enjoy married life," I smiled.

Walking out with the ten thousand dollar cheque and my pussy ruined was not what I anticipated, but I sure was happy that this was the outcome.