Angie on Her Knees

Angie had been searching for extra income for a few weeks to supplement her wages. At 20 years old, her full time job really didn't pay enough to support her lifestyle. She'd thought about cutting back on her social life, but felt that would happen naturally in a few years anyway, and she wanted to enjoy being a young adult.

As luck would have it, her social life provided her with the additional income she needed. On a particularly busy night at her favourite nightclub, the manager approached her and asked if she'd be willing to help out behind the bar for an hour in exchange for free drinks for the rest of the night.

At the end of the night Mark, the manager, offered her a regular job. She soon found she was able to enjoy her social life and earn extra money at the same time.

She initially worked one night each weekend and enjoyed the work. After a few weeks Mark asked if she'd like extra work, running the cloakroom on another night. She jumped at the chance because she knew it would be easy money.

The cloakroom job meant she engaged with the club security staff more often, chatting to them during lulls, and soon became friendly with all of the male bouncers. The head doorman, Ivan, made a point of greeting her whenever she was on shift, even if it meant going to the bar to say hello.

After a few weeks of Angie running the cloakroom, Ivan approached Mark with an idea.

"Hi boss, can I have a quick word?"

"Of course, what's up?" Mark responded.

"Just an idea. You know we've been having a few issues with drugs being smuggled in, and I've already said I reckon they're being brought in by girls."

"Yeah." Mark answered.

"Well, as you know, we can't search girls without a female being present, which means dragging one of the girls from the bar, which we can't do when we're busy."

Mark remained silent.

"Well, what if Angie starts working on the door? You've seen how she interacts with the customers. We need extra door staff now we're becoming busier, so she'd solve two problems. All the guys like her, and she knows a lot of the customers who come in here as well."

"What about the cloakroom and bar?" Mark enquired.

"Anyone can run the cloakroom, she could even do it along with the door. You know what she's like, top her wages up with a few free drinks when she's not working and she'd be happy. As for the bar, we're always being asked if there are any jobs going."

Mark considered the proposal.

"Ok. Try her out on a Friday when we're a bit quieter, see how she gets on."

When Angie arrived for work on Friday night, Ivan met her at the door.

"Hi Ange. How's tricks?" It was Ivan's standard greeting for anyone he liked.

"Good thanks, how are you?" She replied

"Not bad. Look, I've had a chat with Mark, and if you're happy with it, we want to try you out on the door tonight. The pay is better. What do you think?"

"Sounds good. What do I need to do?"

"Just hang by the door with me. We might need to search some girls. We've had an increase in dealing over the past few months. I'm fairly sure I know who is bringing the drugs in, so I'll need your help with the searches."

"Ok."

The club was fairly quiet that night. They'd had to take one girl into the cloakroom to be searched. However the search was unnecessary, the girl pulled a bag of pills out of her bra as soon as Ivan and Angie had closed the door behind her.

As the club emptied out at the end of the night Ivan turned to Angie.

"So what do you think? Would you prefer to work on the door? I've already spoken to Mark about the cloakroom, if you're happy to manage that as well, there'll be a few drinks behind the bar on your nights off."

"Which nights do you want me on the door?"

"Fridays and Saturdays." He replied

"So I can still come in on Thursdays and not need to work."

"Yeah, and we'll give you a night off every few weeks as well."

Angie was happy with the offer and agreed. She spoke to Mark who told her that her free drinks would be unlimited, provided she didn't start giving them away to her friends.

The following night was much busier, Saturdays usually were. Angie was busy most of the night, looking after the cloakroom and helping on the door. Several girls had been escorted to the cloakroom to be searched. Those that had been in possession of drugs had given them up without needing to be searched.

The night drew to a close, after the last customers left, Ivan locked the doors as Mark approached them.

"Who wants a drink?" Mark enquired.

One of the bouncers and most of the bar staff left without accepting the offer. Angie remained, accompanied by Mark, Ivan, two other bouncers, and two male bar tenders.

Angie went behind the bar and prepared the drinks, then joined them in one of the booths.

"How did you get on with the door and cloakroom tonight?" Mark asked, looking at Angie.

"Fine, the night flew by."

Mark looked at Ivan.

"She's great Mark, exactly what we needed. I think we'll have the dealing issue under control in no time." Ivan stated.

"Is the cloakroom private enough for the searches? Any complaints?" Mark enquired.

"It's fine. We carry out the search behind the door. It isn't visible from the service hatch due to the coat racks." Ivan responded.

"It has to be said, she takes the edge away from some of the guys waiting in the queue." Stuart, one of the bouncers commented.

"How come?" Mark replied.

"You know what young guys with a few beers can be like Mark. But they all seem calmer with Angie around. Maybe it's because she knows most of them, or maybe they just don't want to act like an idiot in front of her, ruin their chances." Stuart stated, laughing.

"Who says any of them have a chance?" Angie responded.

They all laughed out loud. She'd been a regular customer at the club for well over a year and they all knew her wild reputation. It wasn't unknown for her to leave with a couple of random guys that she'd picked up.

A couple of months passed by with Angie settling into her role amongst the security team. As Ivan had predicted, the drug dealing diminished significantly once the mules started being searched, so her job became running the cloakroom and standard bouncing. Despite only being 5 feet 4 inches and weighing under 130lbs, the years she had spent training in kick-boxing as a teen meant that customers knew not to mess with her. She'd had to physically eject a couple of girls, but mostly the female customers would calm down once she appeared.

One particular Saturday night, the club was quieter than usual. Angie was standing outside the entrance with Ivan. She was dressed in a tight, black catsuit and had recently had her brown hair cut short. As the local pubs started to close, a queue started to form. Looking along the queue, Angie noticed a guy she'd never seen before. Most of the customers were fairly local and attended the club at least once a month.

"Who's that guy in the lemon coloured shirt?" She asked Ivan.

"No idea. Never seen him before, or his friends." Came the reply.

"He's a hottie." She stated.

"I dare you to take him into the cloakroom." Ivan laughed.

Angie looked him in the eyes.

"Ok, you pull him out of the queue then!" She challenged.

"Are you serious?" He probed.

"I am if you are." Angie retorted.

Ivan laughed and started walking along the line. He stopped in front of the guy and spoke to him. The guy looked at his friends, then back at Ivan, shrugged his shoulders and followed Ivan towards the door.

"This way." Ivan gestured, showing the guy through the entrance and towards the door into the cloakroom. Angie followed.

Once inside the cloakroom Ivan turned to the guy.

" I'll leave you to it." He stated before turning to Angie, "Don't be long." He said with a wink and a smile.

As soon as the door was closed Angie pushed the guy in the chest so that his back was against the wall by the door. She looked over her shoulder to ensure that they couldn't be seen from the reception area and turned back, looking into the guy's eyes. He was just her type, around six feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes with broad shoulders. He had a look of confusion in his eyes.

Without saying a word Angie reached down and found the button at the front of his trousers. She undid it and with her right hand located the zipper and pulled it down.

The look in the guy's eyes changed and a smile broke out across his face.

Angie immediately slid her right hand inside his pants, locating his already semi-erect cock, she squeezed it and simultaneously dropped to her knees.

Once she was on her knees she pulled the waistband of his pants down with her left hand, releasing his cock. She opened her mouth and took half of the shaft inside and sucked hard, he groaned.

The cock became hard immediately and she started sliding her mouth up and down the shaft rapidly.

"Oh fuck!" The guy exclaimed, quietly.

Angie felt his hands on her head. She was holding the base of his cock between her right thumb and forefinger, rubbing the first couple of inches in rhythm with her mouth which was sliding back and forth along the remaining inches.

After a few minutes the guy's breathing rate increased and she felt his cock swell within her mouth, she'd given enough blow jobs to know that he was about to cum. She removed his cock from her mouth, moved to the side so that she was staring sideways on at his swollen cock, wrapping all her fingers around him as she pumped along the shaft rapidly.

The guy groaned and a stream of cum squirted out of the end of his cock, followed by another, then a shorter stream, his cum then started to pour out, running over her fingers. She squeezed her hand tightly around him, slowly sliding up and down until the last of his juice was drained from his throbbing cock.

The guy was still panting as Angie stood up.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked, knowingly.

"Yeah!" He responded, enthusiastically.

"Well do yourself up, you need to go back and join your mates in the queue."

"Oh, erm, ok." Came the slightly surprised response.

Angie opened the door and let the guy out into the reception area before closing the door behind him.

The guy's friends were at the entrance.

"What happened?" One enquired.

The guy looked at Ivan, who was standing just a couple of feet away, and looked back at his friends.

"I'll tell you later."

Inside the cloakroom Angie retrieved a large roll of blue tissue. She looked down at her right hands, the fingers of which were coated in sticky cum. She wiped them and then wiped up the cum that had splattered on the floor, depositing the tissue in the waste bin.

She checked her make-up in the mirror on the back of the door, retrieved her handbag, removed her lipstick and applied it. She opened the door of the cloakroom and immediately saw Ivan, who grinned at her.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." She stated.

Angie entered the main club area and walked to the bathroom. Once there she entered a cubicle, unzipped her catsuit and peeled it off her shoulders. She was naked beneath the catsuit. She slid her right hand, that just moments before had been covered in a complete stranger's cum, between her legs, she was as wet as she'd expected.

She peed, and then washed her hands. Looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"You just sucked the cock of a guy who's name you don't even know?" She said to herself quietly, a broad grin broke out across her face.

"And you loved it."

Angie returned to the front door, giving Ivan a sly grin. The night continued as most Saturday nights. The club gradually filled up, the bouncers had to deal with a few unruly customers, and then at closing time the customers all emptied out into the car park and went their separate ways, leaving the staff to tidy up so that the cleaners had less work the following morning.

Angie was righting a few chairs that were lying on their sides by the dancefloor when Ivan approached.

"So?" He asked with a grin.

"What?" Angie grinned back at him.

"Do I owe you a drink?" He enquired.

"Feel free to check the bin in the cloakroom." She replied. "But you might want to put on some rubber gloves before you do."

Ivan laughed.

"Double rum and coke it is then." He stated.

There were a few members of staff sitting in a booth. Angie and Ivan joined them with their drinks. They wound down with the usual conversation that followed a busy night.

As they were leaving Stuart pulled Ivan aside.

"Tell me to mind my own business if you want, but you and Angie?"

Ivan laughed.

"We were just daring each other to do stuff when we were on the door. There's nothing going on."

"Fair enough. I didn't think you'd risk anything here. Out of all of us, you're the one who never goes near the customers, so I did wonder what the hell was going on tonight." Stuart responded.

"Trust me buddy, Angie and I are just friends, that's all we'll ever be. Anyway, she's far too wild for me, even if I was single."

Things at the club continued as if nothing had happened. Ivan never asked Angie what had happened, which she was initially convinced he would. Eventually she brought up the subject.

"So you've given up on trying to win drinks from me." She teased one Saturday night.

Ivan looked at her quizzically.

"Well you haven't given me any dares since that first time. I guess that means you know when you're beaten." She laughed.

"Ah. Well, yeah. I mean there's no point backing a guaranteed loser. What am I supposed to do, let you pick out guys you fancy, you go and have fun with them and I pay for it?" He laughed.

"Ok, how about you get to pick?" She responded.

He looked at her, surprised.

"But it has to be a guy you know I'd like. You know my type, so it can't be the polar opposite."

"Ok. But it has to go to a certain level. You can't just go in there and kiss and fondle him." He replied.

"Will a guarantee of a blow job suffice?" She asked. "That's what the last guy got."

Ivan's eyes widened.

"The lucky s. o. b." He stated. "Yeah, that'll do."

"Oh, and it has to be someone who hasn't been here before. No regulars." She commanded.

Ivan didn't spot anyone suitable that evening. But a couple of weeks later he saw a guy in the queue.

"I reckon you'd like him." He said to Angie.

She looked where he was gesturing and immediately spotted the guy he meant.

"Oh yeah. " She responded.

Ivan walked up to the guy, who was with two friends, and returned with the guy following him.

"Just follow Angie." Ivan instructed. He didn't even follow them to the cloakroom.

The guy was already looking at her with a quizzical look by the time they were behind the closed door.

Angie looked up at him. He was six feet tall, and muscular.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She grinned, her hands undoing his trousers as she spoke.

She dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock, which due to how quickly it had all occurred, was still mostly flaccid. She took his whole length in her mouth and slowly slid it out as it became hard. She looked up at the guy, who was now grinning as she stared up at him. Maintaining eye contact Angie started sliding his rock hard cock in and out of her mouth.

"Mmmm." She moaned in pleasure. The last time she had got the guy finished as fast as she could, but she intended to savour this one.

She removed him from her mouth, looked into his eyes and started licking the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck that's good!" He exclaimed.

"You like that huh? How about this?"

Angie slowly slid him into her mouth until her nose was pressed against his stomach, she gagged, withdrew him a couple of inches and then repeated taking him into her throat. She continued releasing and then taking him into her throat.

The guy groaned.

"I'm gonna cum!" He stated.

Angie withdrew him, moved to the side and just started pumping his shaft with her hand when a stream of cum squirted out, followed by another and another, and another. Angie thought it was probably the most cum she'd ever seen a guy shoot in one load. She continued sliding her hand back and forth along his shaft until the last of his seed had dribbled out over her fingers.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." Angie commented, gesturing towards the floor.

"Yeah, that was great." He responded.

As before, Angie sent him back to his friends whilst she cleaned up.

When she exited the cloakroom she was surprised to see Stuart standing at the entrance to the club.

"Where's Ivan?" She enquired.

"Mark needed a quick chat about something." He replied, saying nothing about her absence.

At the end of the night, as usual a few staff members stayed after closing for a drink to wind down. Ivan bought Angie the drink he owed her for blowing the guy he had chosen.

It had started raining earlier in the evening, and had gotten much heavier by the time they left.

Angie usually walked the two miles home, she enjoyed how quiet the town was at that time. But she hadn't come prepared for heavy rain.

"Do you want a lift home?" Stuart asked.

"That'd be great, thanks."

Shortly after they left the car park, Stuart turned to her.

" I have to ask, what were you doing in the cloakroom earlier?"

Angie looked at him but didn't reply.

"Some dude came out looking rather sheepish. I wondered how the fuck he'd gotten in there, then you came out a couple of minutes later."

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" She responded.

"Depends what it is." He replied with a smile. It was almost as if he knew.

"I gave him a blow job."

"No shit?" Stuart replied with a grin.

Angie shrugged.

"So do you make a habit of blowing random guys?"

"Not a habit, but I've done it a couple of times."

"I know you're a bit wild. I've seen you leave the club with guys on a few occasions when you were a customer, and heard about you leaving with more than one as well."

"What can I say? Guys can't resist me and I like giving head." Angie laughed.

"Lucky guy is all I can say." He replied.

They were getting close to Angie's home.

"I'm just up here on the right." She stated. "But if you want one, drive past, there's a parking area at the park up the road."

The car slowed, Stuart looked at her.

"Really?" He asked.

Angie grinned and placed her hand between his legs and squeezed.

"Only if you want it."

The car continued to slow. Stuart pressed the accelerator.

"Where's this park?"

They pulled up in the car park. Angie had already undone Stuart's trousers and slid her hand inside his trunks before they parked.

She wasted no time, pulling his stiffening cock out, lowering her head and taking it in her mouth. She sucked hard extracting a groan from Stuart, then started to slide her mouth up and down the shaft until she had his entire length in her mouth, she could feel the head in her throat.

Angie gagged but held him in place. She slowly released him and started planting kisses on and licking the head. She looked up.

"Your head is really smooth, I like it." She commented, before lowering her mouth and taking the head inside, she circled the head with her tongue.

"Fuck that's good." Stuart gasped.

"Mmmmm." Was all that Angie could muster as a response, she was too busy enjoying her second cock of the night, savouring the taste and feel of it.

She started sliding her mouth up and down quickly, feeling the head start to swell.

"Oh fuck, fuck. " Stuart groaned.

Angie looked up.

"Are you gonna cum? " She grinned.

Before he could respond she took the head in her mouth again. Moments later she felt Stuart's cum squirt into her mouth, she swallowed as the second squirt was deposited and continued swallowing until his moans and the stream of cum had stopped.

Finally she sucked hard on the head.

"Fuuuuck!" He groaned.

Angie slid the softening cock out of her mouth and looked up grinning.

"Well that was nice." She stated.

"Yeah, it was amazing." Stuart responded.

She lifted her head, pushing his cock back inside his trunks.

"Well you'd better drop me home."

Stuart did up his trousers, started the car and pulled away from the park.

"Why was I so lucky?" He asked.

"Well I had to pay for the lift home." She laughed.

Shortly after they arrived at her home, Angie turned to Stuart.

"If you can keep this to yourself, I might ask for a lift home again in the future."

"My lips are sealed." He replied.

"Unlike mine." She giggled.

Angie got out of the car and went inside her house. Her parents were already in bed.

She went upstairs and stripped. She slid her right hand between her legs, she was soaking wet. She lay down on her bed and pushed first one, then a second finger into her tight pussy. She finger fucked herself, licking her lips, she still had the strong taste of Stuart's cock and fresh cum in her mouth. She came quickly and went to sleep.

One of the benefits of working at the club was that when she had a night off and ended it at the club, Angie never had to buy her own drinks. She loved working on the door, so only took a night off occasionally.

One of these occasions was a few weeks after she'd sucked Stuart's cock. She was out with some girlfriends and they decided to go to the club late in the night. There was already a long queue when they arrived, but being staff, Angie and her friends jumped it. She chatted to Ivan on the door for a few minutes then joined her friends.

They spent most of the time on the dancefloor, as it was mid-Summer it was hot, so Angie eventually went to the outside area to cool off. She was waiting at the outside bar, which was very busy, when a guy next to her spoke.

"Hi. Don't you work here?" He asked.

Angie didn't recognise him.

"Yeah, I've got a night off." She replied.

"Cool. Can I buy you a drink?" He responded.

"Sure." She replied.

They chatted for a while. The guy's name was Rob. Eventually they were approached by another guy.

"This is Jamie." Rob said, introducing the guy.

"How do you two know each other?" She enquired.

"We went to university together." Rob answered. "I moved to the area a couple of years ago for work".

They continued chatting, Jamie in particular became more flirty the longer they spent together.

When Rob went to the bar to get some more drinks, Jamie turned to Angie.

"So, tell me something, how adventurous are you?"

"In what way?" Angie responded.

"Have you ever had a threesome?"

"Yeah, several." She replied casually.

"Really?" Jamie answered excitedly.

Angie shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"Is that what you two want?"

"If you're up for it!" Jamie grinned.

Angie smiled. She was on her period, but there was something she wanted to try and figured she could do it with these guys.

"I'm not fucking either of you." She stated.

Jamie's smile vanished.

"I'm on my period. But I'll come home with you anyway. I'm sure I can find other ways to keep you both entertained."

Jamie's grin returned and his eyes widened. At that moment Rob returned with the drinks. He handed Angie's hers first, a rum and coke. She downed it in one and lowered the glass, licking her lips, she stood up.

"Shall we?" She asked.

Rob looked at Jamie, who stood immediately. He took the drinks from Rob and placed them on the table.

"Let's go." He stated.

As they left the club they passed Ivan and Stuart on the door, both grinned at Angie, she winked at them with a wicked smile across her face.

There was a taxi rank just along from the club. They got a cab quickly. Rob was about to get in the front, leaving Jamie with Angie in the back, but she suggested he join them on the back seat. The journey was only about ten minutes to Rob's apartment, so Angie used it to make sure they were both ready on arrival, stroking them both through their trousers simultaneously.

Once inside the apartment she wasted no time in undoing their trousers. She wanted to see and feel both their hard cocks. Angie was dressed in an elasticated, figure hugging, off the shoulder dress that finished at her mid-thighs. Rob stood behind her, he gripped the hem of the skirt with both hands and started to pull it upwards, over her hips and ribs and up to her chest. He continued lifting, pushing her arms up over her head. He pulled the dress over her arms and dropped it on the floor.

She was braless, so Angie was standing in just her black lace panties.

Angie was kissing Jamie, his cock in her left hand. Rob's hand reached around and was fondling her boobs, she had his cock in her right hand, stroking him slowly.

She broke away from kissing Jamie.

"Ok, you know we can't fuck, I'm on my period. But I can do this."

Manoeuvring them by their cocks so that they stood side by side, she dropped to her knees. She took Rob in her mouth whilst stroking Jamie, after a few seconds she switched. She continued switching from one cock to the other, looking up at their faces, both of them grinning as she did so.

After a couple of minutes she stopped.

"Shall we continue this in the living room?" Angie suggested.

They walked through to the living room.

"What do you have to drink?" Angie asked.

"Beers, whiskey." Rob responded.

"Beers are good" Angie cut him off.

Rob retrieved three bottles of beer from the refrigerator, opened them and handed them around.

"Why don't you both sit on the sofa?" Angie gestured towards the black leather sofa.

The guys sat down, erect cocks still out. Angie knelt down between them, took a swig of her beer and lowered her head engulfing Rob's cock, he groaned. She used her right hand to slowly slide up and down Jamie's shaft. After about 30 seconds she switched, taking a swig of ice cold beer before taking Jamie in her mouth.

She continued switching from one to the other for a few minutes, her gaze moving from looking into their eyes to looking at the beautiful cocks she had to use at her pleasure.

Angie was moaning in delight continually. She'd fantasised about having two cocks to suck for some time, the reality was even more enjoyable, she could feel her panties becoming soaked with her juices.

She removed Jamie's cock from her mouth, holding a shaft in each hand, pumping them slowly. From her position, kneeling at the feet of the two guys she'd met just over an hour beforehand, she looked up at them.

"I'm not taking your cum in my mouth, but you can choose where to cum, my face or my boobs?"

The guys looked at each other.

"Boobs." They responded in unison.

Angie grinned at them. The guys clinked their beer bottles together as she lowered her head. She took Rob's entire length in her mouth, holding the tip in her throat for a couple of seconds until she gagged. She slowly released him and switched to Jamie, deep throating him until she gagged.

She continued, switching cocks whenever her body could hold the cock in her throat no more.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." Jamie exclaimed.

Angie removed him from her mouth, pushed herself up on her knees towards him and pumped his shaft fast, pointing his cock at the top of her chest, looking into his eyes. And she pumped Rob's shaft with the other hand.

"Cum on me! Cum on my tits!"

Jamie groaned, Angie looked down as cum squirted out onto the top of her boobs.

"Oh yes, that's it baby, cover my tits with your cum." She loved the feel of Jamie's sticky load coating her boobs and running down them.

Eventually the cum subsided. Angie slowed the pace of stoking Jamie's cock, turning her gaze to Rob.

"Your turn." She grinned, lowering her head and sliding her mouth up and down Rob's length as fast as she could. After about a minute she felt him start to tense up. She removed him from her mouth and leaned forwards taking the shaft between her boobs. She squeezed them together with her hands, sliding them up and down his rock hard, throbbing cock.

Moments later Rob groaned, his cum oozing out of his cock between Angie's tits.

When he'd finished Angie released his cock and sat back on her heels, she looked at her boobs, covered in the fresh cum of these two almost complete strangers. She looked up at them, grinning.

"Well you both made a complete mess of me, haven't you?"

They both grinned back at her.

Angie decided to stay where she was to drink her beer. She always liked kneeling before a guy to suck is cock, and she was revelling at kneeling at the feet of these two guys who had coated her in their cum.

She drank her beer slowly, looking up at Rob and Jamie, who looked down at her smiling, no one said a word, they all just enjoyed the moment.

Once she'd finished her beer, Angie stood up.

"Well I should really get cleaned up. Where's the bathroom?"

"Out and to the left." Rob replied.

"Could you call me a taxi? I think my work here is done." She asked as she walked towards the door. The eyes of both men followed her as she exited.

In the bathroom mirror, Angie revelled in the sight of her breasts covered in the seed of two strangers. After cleaning herself, Angie retrieved her dress from the hallway and put it on. The taxi arrived shortly after.

Rob handed her some cash.

"That should cover the cab." He commented.

"Thanks." She responded.

"Well, I hope you both enjoyed yourselves, I certainly did." She smiled as she left.

In the taxi she sorted the crumpled notes Rob had handed her. There was much more than the cost of the cab fare.

"A tip for great service." She thought.

The following weekend at the club, the behaviour of all Angie's workmates hadn't changed. They knew what she was like before she'd started working there.

Several weeks passed with nothing more eventful than having to eject a few drunks and split up some fights. Normal fare for the club.

One Saturday night was particularly busy. Whenever it rained during the day, they were always busy.

Ivan, Stuart and Angie were covering the door. Ivan had told Stuart to join them so that Angie could manage the cloakroom whenever needed.

"It's a shame he's here." Ivan commented to Angie, looking towards Stuart.

"Why?" She enquired.

"That big guy half way down the queue. He's just your type. We could have had one of our wagers."

"He knows." Angie laughed.

"What?" Ivan replied

"Stuart. He knows."

"How."

"He saw me coming out of the cloakroom after a guy had left on his own. He asked me so I figured I'd tell him."

Ivan laughed, though he was still a little shocked.

"Ok then, that guy, yes or no?" He continued.

"You know what to do." She challenged him.

Ivan walked down the queue and moments later was returning with the guy behind him.

"Just follow Angie, she'll take care of you." He instructed the guy, who smiled quizzically at Angie.

She led him to the cloakroom. Ivan was right, he really was her type. Comfortably over six feet tall, dark hair and built like a Cruiserweight boxer.

Once behind the closed door Angie pinned him against the wall, reached down to his trousers and started to undo them as she simultaneously dropped to her knees.

She reached inside his trunks and was immediately surprised by what her hand found inside.

She pulled out the cock and stared open mouthed. Even semi erect it was thicker than anything she'd ever seen, and it was getting bigger. She looked up.

"Wow!" She exclaimed.

The guy just grinned down at her.

She wrapped her hand around it. Even though it still wasn't fully erect, her thumb couldn't touch her fingers. She seriously doubted it would fit in her mouth.

She rubbed her hand along the shaft, bringing out the full erection. It wasn't particularly long, maybe six to seven inches, but the girth was vast.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking the tip between her lips. As she tried to slide her mouth down it was forced wider by the huge head. She pulled away, continuously rubbing the shaft with her hand.

"Go on. Try again." The guy encouraged.

She opened wide and tried to take him again, again she had to pull back.

"It's too big." She said, looking up.

"You can do it."

She tried for the third time, this time managing to take the whole head.

Muffled, suffocated sounds emitted from her. She pulled away panting.

"You've done the hard part." The guy commented, placing his hand on the back of her head and pushing her onto his throbbing fat cock.

Angie opened wide, taking the head and a little of the shaft, she gagged and pulled back.

She continued taking the head and a little of the shaft each time, rubbing the shaft furiously. She then started licking at the head and along the fat shaft.

"Fuck, this is the biggest one I've ever seen." She stated.

She continued sucking and licking until the guy's breathing rate increased.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" She asked, smiling up at him.

She moved to the side so that her face was just inches from the huge cock, staring in wonder as it swelled even more before a stream of cum erupted out of the end. Angie still held the throbbing appendage in her hand as the squirts became dribbles. The cum ran down the shaft coating her fingers as she slid her hand up and down the shaft, her eyes were locked on the pulsing head throughout.

"Fuck me that was great!" The guy exclaimed.

"Yeah, it was." Angie responded looking up whilst still holding onto the cock. She didn't want to let go.

"I've got to be honest. That's pretty much the best blow job I've ever had." He stated.

"Well it's definitely one I'll remember forever." She laughed, her jaw was already aching.

She sent the guy back to the queue and cleaned up. Looking in the mirror she saw that her lipstick had smeared on her lower cheeks and her mascara had run because of her eyes watering as she gagged on that huge cock.

She was wearing black trousers, she undid them and slid her hand inside her panties. Her fingers found what she knew they would, her soaking wet pussy, lips fully engorged. She thrust two fingers inside herself and finger fucked her pussy frantically until she came.

Just as her orgasm was subsiding there was a knock at the door.

"Are you ok Ange?" Came Ivan's voice from the other side of the door.

"Yeah." She replied in a higher pitch than her normal voice.

Angie fixed her make up and returned to the front door. She was met by a grinning Ivan.

"So I owe you another drink!" He stated.

"You owe me more than one." She replied.

He raised his eyebrows.

"He was fucking huge. Biggest I've ever seen."

Ivan laughed.

"Well just let me know how many drinks you think it's worth."

As the night drew to a close, the weather started to worsen.

"Angie, I'm not staying for a drink, I've got to be up early tomorrow, but if you need a lift home that's not a problem." Stuart said as they were closing up.

Angie knew that one of the other staff members would take her home, but she accepted the offer from Stuart.

As they drove in the rain, Stuart turned to Angie.

"So, how was that guy you took into the cloakroom?"

Angie looked back at him.

"Fucking huge!" She exclaimed.

Stuart laughed.

"Yeah, I know of him. He has a bit of a reputation."

"Really?" She queried. " I've never seen him before."

"Oh he's not from here. He used to come to a club I worked at a couple of years ago."

They eventually arrived at Angie's home. Stuart stopped the car outside.

"What are you doing?" Angie asked.

Stuart looked at her, his brow furrowed.

"The park is up there." She said, gesturing along the road.

"Oh." He smiled, putting the car into gear and pulling away.

They arrived at the park, Stuart stopped the car and hadn't even had time to turn off the engine before Angie had started undoing his trousers. She released his cock and lowered her head.

Her jaw still ached from being stretched earlier, but she needed to taste cum.

Stuart looked down at the back of Angie's head and it bobbed up and down quickly.

"Fuck Ange, you'll make me cum in no time if you keep that up."

Angie responded by increasing the pace.

Within a couple of minutes she felt him tense up, his hands pressing down on the back of her head, she then felt his cum gushing into her mouth. She swallowed as his seed filled her mouth.

As the flow subsided she sucked hard, draining the last of his load, before releasing him and raising her head.

"Mmmm, that was good." She stated. She had needed that since she'd watched the cum spurting out of that huge cock earlier that evening.

Stuart dropped her home.

Angie went to her room and masturbated for the second time that evening. She recalled the huge cock she had barely been able to fit in her mouth, the taste of Stuart' s cock and ejaculate. The memories made her cum quickly.

As she lay on her bed naked, recovering, she delighted in how many men she had pleasured. She loved the fact that guys were unable to control themselves when she had them in her mouth, that she had total control of what they experienced. And she intended to continue developing that skill and exerting that control over as many men as she could, for as long as she could.