My brother slept soundly on the couch, while I cleaned up the house, in my underwear, I even kept my heels on, no way I was going without shoes in this mess. I couldn't believe what pigs those guys were, they left bottles, and food everywhere. I finally finished and crawled into bed with my nylons still on, I laid there, horny as hell, pinching my rock-hard nipples. I could see my brother, passed out in the living room lying on his back, sporting a massive hardon, forming a tent in his boxers, I don't know what's wrong with me, I loved hard cocks and I just wanted to get a better look at it. I crept silently up to the couch, his cock was almost at the opening in his boxers, I carefully tugged at his shorts, and it popped out. What a beauty; thick and heavily veined, I gently gripped it and started stroking it, he didn't stir so I got bolder and wrapped my wet lips around the head and sucked, I was treated to some sweet precum, my mouth was wet with saliva as I savored the taste trying to forget it belonged to my brother. I knew he was getting close between my hand working him and my lips sucking his purple head, his dick started throbbing then, it jerked, and he exploded in my mouth, he was groaning as I gulped his cum, being careful not to spill any. He was starting to wake up as I ran back to my room closing the door. To think I had almost mounted him, that would have been sweet, Tim waking up to his sister riding him. Now I was really horny, wishing a couple of guys from the party would come back, and abuse the hell out of me, but no such luck, I would have to make do with the handle of my hairbrush, imagining it was my brothers cock pounding me senseless. Slipping it carefully in my wet snatch, I climaxed easily. I had reached a new low.
I slept until ten, waking up to the sound of my brother retching his guts up, thank the lord he made it to the bathroom. He was so hungover there was no conversation, after taking him home, I got into the shower, lingering longer than I needed on my sensitive boobs. My hand drifted to my pussy finding my clit, I pinched and rolled it with my fingers, but it was not enough, holding on to the towel rack for support, I finished drying myself off. I needed to get laid.
I slipped on my sweats and checked my phone, nobody had called. This was bull, I'm not waiting, I was so desperate.
I called Sam, it went straight to voice mail, no way I was going to leave a message, saying that I was basically begging to be gang raped.
Monday came and I went to work, thankful that the audit was done, and Sam was gone, I don't think I could see him right now. I made up my mind not to dress so sexy, for the first time since I got the job, I wore trousers and a blazer, and of course heels, it was nice not having to worry about wandering skirt hems and exposing my nylons.
The day crawled on, I started daydreaming, I couldn't stop myself, every time I saw a couple of guys together, I imagined them surrounding me, tearing my clothes off, leaving me in my underwear, filling every hole on my body with their rock-hard cocks. I know I'm a little conceited, but when you're attractive, guys are afraid to approach you for fear of being rejected, if they only knew how ready I was. All it would take was a couple of drinks and every hole would be open to them.
That night I was meeting my cousin at an expensive restaurant, it was starting to rain, so I was glad they had valet parking.
As the valet was walking toward me, I thought he looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. He looked to be a few years younger than me, so it ruled out school, I let it pass. He was quick to open my door, leaning in to take my hand, not giving me time to pull my skirt down, giving him quite a leg show. I stood up tugging my skirt down to a modest level.
I wanted to look nice, so I had chosen a black cocktail dress, it came down to well above the knee and the low-cut scoop neckline emphasized my full tits.
I was early so I headed to the bar as I walked across the hardwood floor drawing appreciative glances from the men in the room. Nothing like sheer black stockings and stiletto heels to get attention. I sat on a stool purposely hooking my heels on a rung, hiking my skirt to the point of just showing a little of my stocking tops. Before I could order a drink, the bartender said the man at the end of the bar was paying for it, she glanced at him as he raised his glass to her, he was with two men, who also raised their glasses to me, I smiled and coyly winked at them.
As I finished my drink, my phone went off with a message from my cousin, she couldn't make it, saying she would call me later. Great, I was hungry; but I would not eat alone, so I caught the eye of the man who had bought the drink and gestured for him to sit next to me.
He wasted no time coming over, his name was Bill, recently widowed, with two sons. I put him in his sixties, he was a real gentleman he wouldn't let me pay for anything, which was fine with me, this place was expensive. After eating we went back to the bar, he was a little shy, which turned me on. He said he found me attractive and asked me If I would go out with a man as old as him.
I said, "Sure, we are on sort of a date now, and age doesn't matter to me, I prefer older men, they're more in control and know how to treat a woman."
He laughed and suggested we go back to his place for a drink.
"Can I trust you?"
I said with a wink. He smiled and shook his head no, I laughed and said,
"Then let's get going, that's all I need to know."
I was a little tipsy, but far from drunk.
"I hope you don't mind, but I gave my two friends a ride, they're in town for a week, if you mind, I'll understand."
I giggled. "You all look harmless; I'll take my chances."
I told Bill I would follow him and went to get my car,
"How about I ride with you to guide you and they can follow in my car?" Bill suggested.
"Sounds good, let's go."
When I handed the valet my ticket, he was positively leering at me, since I was eighteen men have talked to my boobs, and undressed me with their eyes, so I was used to it, but this was different he looked like he knew what I looked like naked. Little did I know during dinner the valet had written my name and address down.
People shouldn't keep their registration in the glove compartment, he laughed to himself. Some night soon he and a couple of friends would pay her a visit, but for now the leg show she was giving him, brought back memories of that night at the country club, when he never thought he'd see her again.
As I drove off, I was glad to leave that creepy car jockey behind and concentrate on Bill, I purposely didn't pull my dress down so both my stocking tops and garter clasps were exposed, my old date was taking it all in. I was flirting a little bit, there was just something about older men that got me going.
