April 18, 2012 01:41am
Kitten's Got Claws
Source: Through Adult Industry News
by: Eve Rhony
"Get your hands off me!" I snarled with my best contemptuous expression. At the same time shrugging my neck and shoulders free of the fat hot hands that were mawling me.
"Ooh! This kitten's got claws," he snorted drunkenly. I turned to see a complete stranger behind me. His face was flushed, his lips soggy, his large fleshy nose seemed to bob in the middle of his face. He dropped his hands as I shot him a withering glare and he and his friends stopped laughing.
"Sorry love, didn't mean to offend — it's just that me and the lads were sat over there, admiring the sight of your backside perched on this bar stool and we wondered if you'd like to have a drink with us before we leave. Barman fetch this gorgeous woman a large glass of wine." He grinned lasciviously, licking his lips. His mates grinned too, a bunch of buffoons, goggle-eyed, school-boy titters emanating along with their whiskey breath.
As he spoke I reflected on how I was feeling in response to this assault-come-chat-up. Strangely, I did not feel threatened. There was something stirring in my loins that told me this might be fun. At the same time I felt contempt for their drunken salacious attitude and momentarily pitied any women attached to these specimens.
Without smiling, I raised the fresh glass to my lips, holding his gaze. As I took a sip, he ordered again.
"Whiskey's all round," he gestured in the vague direction of his companions.
The men huddled around my bar stool. The air seemed hot with sweat and hormones, and not just mine.
I had stopped in at the bar on my way home from work, I had a hair appointment in an hour and it wasn't worth going home first. A glass of wine and the newspaper was how I envisaged spending the wait. Not, as I was now, starting a third (large) glass surrounded by five inebriated lusty strangers. Although they weren't strangers by now. Ed, Steve, Roger, Tony and Mark worked in "finance" which could have meant anything. They were in town for a conference and, as they were keen to tell me, had a sumptuous hotel suite at the Hilton.
Despite my contempt I found myself laughing at their jokes and enjoying the feeling of being a powerful smart woman amidst a bunch of prick-driven sexist blokes.
My friends of both sexes, gay, straight, kinky, all tell me that I think like a man. I have even been asked if I am transgender. A close group of friends sometimes call me "Dave" when I'm exhibiting my male-mind. I was confident that with this crowd I could hold my own and have a laugh and most certainly a cock or two. Maid Marian to these Merry Men.
Soon I was too tipsy to keep a hair appointment and sex was too much on my mind to think about doing anything else. I rang the salon to cancel. Ed, hearing this asked if this meant I was free for the evening?
"I need to eat before I drink anymore" as soon as I'd uttered those words I realised that I had just subconsciously agreed to this adventure going further.
"Boys, let's get this lady some grub. What about the hotel restaurant? It's good."
"Sure, sounds great."
Six drained glasses, two shared cabs and Ed was steering me, ahead of the others, through the revolving door, pressing up against me as we squashed together between the leaves of the door. We walked straight through to a beautiful restaurant. Wine flowed, we ordered steak. I ate just enough to sober up and stave off hunger, I didn't want a full belly of food if I was going to get a full belly of spunk later… haha!
The food had a sobering effect on the boys too. I realised as I sat there, laughing and joking, with these very friendly and rather affable men, that all I wanted to do was to lie down, unbutton things, let my tits and belly out and play with my cunt.
It must have been written all over my face because the next thing I new I was being given a tour of the suite and the men were undressing me with their eyes as I eyed the three huge bedrooms leading off the living room and the fantastic wet room beyond. As fresh drinks were handed rounded I became aware of a palpable tension, a struggle perhaps of consciousness? A power struggle? They liked me, I could tell. Their earlier bravado had subdued and they were gentlemanly, softer. Although, not in the trouser area I could tell. If they made the advance would it feel too aggressive? But I knew they wanted it badly enough to take it and I hadn't shown any resistance so far. The outcome, I'd decided, was inevitable.
"Usually by this time of the evening, I would have slipped out of these work clothes into something more comfortable" - I watched their faces — "something or nothing"...
"Nothing, sounds good," said a voice somewhere near my ear.
My stomach flipped over as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my skirt. Immediately they followed suit, watching me strip to my bra and panties. I stepped forward toward Mark and kissed his mouth then I pulled Steve over and kissed him too. Pure hot lust rising through my body. Next thing I felt hands all over me, probing, stroking, slipping off my underwear. I was lifted to a kingsize bed and a pile of condoms were thrown onto the bedside table. For the next hour or so, cocks entered me, filled me, stuffed into my mouth and cunt at the same time. I was taken from every angle. I reveled in it. These strangers, this frail bond, made me feel crude and dirty. I loathed them and loved them. I came so many times I thought I was going to pass out. When every one of them was spent I had spunk everywhere. It was dribbling from my mouth, congealing on my tits and stomach and clumped in my hair.
I felt thoroughly content. When my body stopped shaking I headed for a shower. I scrubbed myself clean and when my hair was squeaking, I began to relax under the hot water. I took the shower head in my hand. Aiming the strong jets at my clitoris I sprayed myself toward a knee-trembler. My grunting acted like a mating call and five naked men strolled into the bathroom, cocks getting ready again in their fat hot hands. I sneered a laugh through the glass wall dividing them from the wet area. Half a meter away, they had a ringside view. I grabbed a handful of shower gel and approached the glass. Running my hands over my body I spread the gel paying special attention to my tits and ass.
I pressed myself up against the glass, squirming, dancing and playing with myself. They wanked appreciatively, edging me on, nearer. Bubbles formed a liquid. Cream, froth, fluff, head. Standing before them, spreading my cunt apart with one hand, I frigged myself off. Strumming on my clit as they strummed. Faster, harder. Lather, suds, spume. The men came closer to the glass, I knew I was salivating and the noises coming out of my throat were subhuman, instinctual, beast-like. The sight of their excitement tipped me over the edge. I started to come, my legs shook, my body spasmed. Letting out an orgiastic scream, I leaned against the glass, finally gasping for breath and fingering the silky fluid oozing from my cunt.
Ed, Mark, Roger, Tony and Steve walked around the steamy, soap-smeared partition to where I barely stood. Hot spunk shot over me from five directions and I couldn't help but to stick out my tongue. Catching drops as they splattered me. Finally we all got under the shower for a last rinse off. They stroked me tenderly this time and helped soap me clean. Whatever I had thought hours ago about their ugly faces and crude ways I had enjoyed a fantastic evening. Dressed, I finished my drink and they called me a cab. I kissed them all a sweet goodnight.
Although I was dressed for the office, I felt like a whore as I crossed the large lobby toward those revolving doors and the waiting car. Ed's last words rang in my ears as we drove away:
"When I said this kitten's got claws, I had no idea did I? You my girl are a fucking tiger, a frigging panther! He pressed a twenty into my hand 'for the taxi'."