The club is crowded. Men far outnumbering the women and a fleet of eyes follow me as I move through the crowd seeking potential cocks. My cell phone is ringing and I hold it tight to my ear in a desperate attempt to hear.
"Room 221."
At a corner table, three men are staring at me and I find myself drawn towards them. Yelling into the phone to confirm I heard you, "Yes, room 221. Thank you." Ending the call as I take the last steps to their table. "Hello."
The closest man asks me to join them and I sit down at their table. I'm quickly introduced to Sean, Roger and Quinn.
Sean, the first to speak, has dark hair and brooding eyes. Eyes that continuously move over me. Making his interest in me known along with sending the message that the hour is late and time short.
Roger is a large black man. His arms and torso thick and muscular. His smile is quick, flashing all his white teeth each time.
Quinn only nods while the other do the talking. While he doesn't gaze at my body like the others do, I can feel his eyes boring into me. I can sense the passion that he holds back behind his silent outward demeanor.
I forgo their offer of a drink but then change my mind and ask for some bottled water. When it arrives, I drink it in two long swallows. Suddenly finding myself thirsty and in need of the water's replenishment.
I extend my leg under the table and run it against Roger's leg. Knowing Sean's obviously interest, I reach my left hand up Quinn's thigh. I ask them if they had any plans for the remainder of the night and I'm answered my Roger's hand grasping my ankle and the rigid cock I find in Quinn's crotch.
"No plans," Sean responds.
I give them a wicked grin and ask if they would mind entertaining me for a bit. My fingers playing along Quinn's cock, surprised and pleased and its length and hardness. Roger's hands remove my shoe, and I wonder what he thinks of the wet sole, and brings my foot into his crotch. As with Quinn, his cock is rock hard and of pleasing size.
"As long as you boys don't mind sharing that is..." And I flash my best wicked grin at each of them.
Roger's teeth catch the light and he massages the top of my foot with his fingers, and the bottom on the hardness between his legs. Quinn's hand covers mine and he stands, pulling me with him and away from Roger's cock.
Roger doesn't seem too disappointed and he picks my fallen shoe up as he rises to join me and his friend. Sean pushes back from the table and motions to the waitress for the bill.
I take Roger's hand and tell Sean to meet us in the alleyway down the street. The men then take the lead and push their way through the crowd and into the open air.
A short walk later, I'm squeezed between the two men in the alleyway. Quinn holding my hips and rubbing his cock against my ass. Roger kissing me, his tongue alive in my mouth with his hard cock high up against my belly.
Hearing Sean, I break off from Roger. Pulling him in for a kiss as a reward for chancing missing out should his friends had left him behind. Its to him that I whisper my conditions.
"There will be another, but she is not to be approached unless she initiates it."
"No cumming inside me. When you're ready, tell me and I will let you know what I want you to do."
"I want all three of you at once. I want the sex hot and fast and hard."
"Once you've cum, that will most likely be the time for you to leave. However, the other may wish something different and her desires overrule all."
Sean's eyes had smoldered a deeper level when I first mentioned "another" but, at my adding the "she", all the tension left them and he smiled before agreeing.
During the short walk to the hotel, the men hold a quick contest to decide who will do what to me. Roger insistent on sampling all of my charms, making my knees a bit weak as I recall the size of his manhood as detected by my foot and belly.
