To say that my life was looking up would be an understatement. I had recently graduated from college with a degree that gained me my career job with an advertising agency as a Copywriter, a stepping stone to my career goal in that industry. I have graduated from several sexual experiences with, what I firmly believed, a healthy grounding for the future, I knew what I wanted from a man and was determined to get it.
I had my twenty fifth birthday the week that I started work. I am about five seven, weigh ninety pounds, and my most prominent feature, apart from a clear, dark complexion and large brown eyes, was my boobs, only just contained by a C cup.
I have been with Inchcliffe Advertising for six months now and have settled into my job, and have been accepted by my co-workers, to the extent that my creative input is taken seriously. I have also begun a relationship with Peter Parker, no not Spiderman, one of the creative directors.
Pete is a great guy, funny, outgoing, all of the things that you would expect from a creative person, so it came as something of a surprise when I heard, just after I started with Inchcliffe that he had been dumped by his latest girlfriend. Nothing in our relationship gave any clues to why he was dumped, he was kind, attentive to my feelings, generous with gifts, he took me to good restaurants, and best of all, he was a great lover.
I was just finishing off an assignment when he poked his head over the partition of my little cubicle. "Hi Brooke, are you coming for drinks with the crew after work?"
"Sure, I'm just finishing up, I'll be ready to go in five." I hastily stacked my work in progress into my in tray and grabbed my coat. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror I kept in my top drawer, touched up my makeup and stood up, ready for the night ahead which meant a couple of drinks at some bar with the rowdy crew from work, a dinner in a quiet restaurant and the night with Pete at his apartment, for which I was prepared, a backpack containing my essentials, clean underwear and the usual potions that we girls use to beautify ourselves.
The bar was crowded, it was noisy, it was chaotic and it was fun. There were creative people from several other agencies in this traditional advertising watering hole, and the good natured banter flowed almost as freely as the alcohol. Pete had bought me a Vodka breezer that I was sitting on. I have developed the ability to sit on a drink for longer than anyone that I knew, because I found that I was able to think straight for longer, not like some of the others here tonight who were intent on getting wasted big time.
We had been there for an hour when Pete suggested that it was time to move on. We said our farewells and left them to their devices. Knowing glances followed us out of the bar.
The dinner that followed was a formality and I followed Pete to his apartment, parking on the street rather than in his car park, reasoning that if his flat mate came home he would not block me in, and I had to leave early to get to the gym before the crowds, a ritual that I kept up that ensured that I maintained my good figure. We sat on a leather chesterfield watching a video on his large plasma, I was sipping on a wine while Pete was on his second brew.
The DVD finished and the credits began to roll, Pete got up and took it out of the player and filed it away with his others. He opened a drawer and took another DVD from its case. "I've got something you might be interested in, it's sexy." He placed it in the tray and operated the remote. The screen burst into life with what was the lead up to a porn film, a young girl was knocking on a door, she was wearing an impossibly short skirt, a top that concealed nothing, incredibly high heeled shoes that she was having difficulty walking in and nothing else. I had to admit that I was curious on several levels, not the least of which was Pete's motivation.
He sat down next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder, drawing me closer.
On the screen the door was opened by an older man who beckoned the young girl inside. He went through some sort of ritual where he asked her several questions about her age, expressing fake surprise that she was eighteen, if she had any experience at 'modelling', what she wanted to achieve in life and eventually getting around to the topic of sex. After establishing that she was not a virgin and that she had no current boyfriend, he asked her to remove her top. With feigned reluctance she complied, revealing a pair of pert young and still natural breasts.
The girl was asked to turn around, which she did. She was then asked to take off her skirt and thong. She stood facing the camera holding her hands 'coyly' in front of her, hiding her pussy. The man moved to her and the camera panned around her. She was asked to bend over and show her ass. A hand reached out and grabbed a cheek and squeezed it and appropriate comments as to the beauty and firmness of the girl's young ass were made. A finger was slipped between her legs and caressed her pussy, its tip entering inside. The girl made no move to escape the intrusion.
She was then introduced to a naked man who stood in front of her with his impressive eight inches of cock standing rigidly in front of him. The girl immediately dropped, as she had rehearsed, on her knees in front of him and began to suck his cock. The man put a hand behind her head and pushed his cock deep inside her mouth, causing her to gag on it.
The scene moved to a couch and the girl was on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air and the man pumping away at her pussy. Into frame came four other naked men who stood around stroking their cocks, waiting their turn. I was stroking Pete's cock and his hand was between my legs, his finger in my pussy.
I heard the front door open and Pete's flat mate entered followed by three of his mates. "Hi, you two, what are you watching. Don't tell me you're watching porn? Hey guys, would you get a look at what these two are watching!" They all sat down at looked at the screen.
One of the men on the screen took the girl's hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked it for several minutes before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.
Quick scene change. The girl was now straddling the first guy and he was pumping in and out of her pussy. One of the other men moved behind her and licked her ass before pushing his cock into her asshole, there was no sound of protest from the girl, obviously someone had been there before. Apart from that it would be hard to cry out with a mouth full of cock.
With encouragement from the male members of the audience in the room the men changed positions, each taking turns to fuck either her pussy, her ass, or her mouth. Hands fondled her tits keeping her nipples hard while Pete's hand fondled mine, seemingly oblivious to the other people in the room.
The video was approaching its climax. After several more minutes of on screen fucking, the young girl was ordered to her knees and the men stood around her, taking it in turns to come on her. Some of the cum went in her mouth, some in her eyes, some in her hair while the rest was splattered on her breasts. The girl was made to poke her tongue out and show the camera a splodge of cum on it before she swallowed it. She then smeared the remaining cum into her face, onto her breasts and stomach before waving to the camera with a smile on her face. For someone who was supposedly experiencing her first gang bang she seemed happy with herself, not just because she was being well paid for her efforts.
Pete leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "Have you ever thought of doing that?"
I wasn't about to tell him that I had experienced a three way at college. "No, not really. This is the first time that I've seen anything like this and, while I've heard of this sort of thing, I've never really thought about getting involved." I knew what was going to happen next and my mind went through the available options, I could say no but I had the feeling that that would only delay the inevitable outcome, I would either be dumped by Pete, something that would hurt for a short time, or I would be subjected to ongoing pressure to comply, that would hurt even longer, or I could take control of the situation, and that would give me great satisfaction.
"What do you think?" Five pairs of eyes waited for my answer.
"What do I think? What do you expect me to think? I think that whole video was a fake. That girl was more than eighteen years old, she has had experience with that sort of action. I am twenty five and I haven't experienced that sort of thing. Now I can take this two ways, I can walk out of here never to return or I can put myself through this experience as part of my sexual development. I am going to choose the latter, but it will be on my terms and you can take it or leave it. What is it to be guys?"
