#Cum On Ass

I'd been working at the electronics store for over two years when my coworker, Mia, celebrated her birthday. Our manager, Lucas, who lived alone in a sleek downtown loft, offered to host the party. A few months earlier, I'd had a wild night at the storage unit after hours, fulfilling part of my boyfriend Noah's fantasy of watching me with multiple guys. Since then, Noah and his friend Jace had been hooking up with me whenever the mood struck. It was about four months after the company's Halloween rager, where my two supervisors, Gavin and Seth, had taken me after the party. We all planned to head to Lucas's place for Mia's bash. It was a spontaneous thing, so most of us were still in our black-and-red store uniforms. We left work at 7: 30 PM and carpooled to the party. The loft was buzzing with music, drinks, and laughter. By 1 AM, Noah texted to check on me, and I giggled, slurring, "I'm fine, babe - be home soon." My coworkers overheard and, sensing I was about to bounce, poured me a few more shots of bourbon. We were all pretty tipsy, and the other women had trickled out, leaving just me and Mia, the birthday girl. Mia was a bit younger, short, with thick curves and a round ass that the guys always noticed. I'm petite too, but leaner, with a tight frame that seemed to draw stares. Our uniforms - black slacks and red polos - were snug. My pants clung to my hips, accentuating every curve, and my polo hugged my chest, hinting at my perky breasts. That night, Lucas and Gavin, the supervisors who'd already had me, plus four other coworkers, kept tossing flirty comments my way. When I said I'd leave but wanted to dance with everyone first, their eyes lit up. At work, I'm all professionalism-nobody suspects my secret hookups with the bosses or that I've been with multiple guys. So, when I let my guard down, it was like flipping a switch, and they were all in. One coworker, Tyler, called out, "Don't leave, Ava, you're keeping the party alive! " The energy got electric, and another guy, Nate, said, "Damn, your tits look amazing in that shirt." The bourbon had me bold, so I smirked and teased, "Oh, you think so? " He grinned, saying, "Hell yeah, they're perfect." Someone yelled a dumb viral phrase, "Tits for the team! " and I laughed, my fingers drifting to my polo. I popped open the buttons, letting my breasts spill free, and gave them a playful shake. Gavin, the supervisor who often drives me home, stepped up first, his hands grazing my chest as he leaned in and whispered, "We're all gonna fuck you tonight, Ava." The words sent a jolt through me, memories of the storage unit flooding back. I met his gaze, smirking, and said, "Big talk - let's see." Turning to the others, I purred, "What, you guys don't want in? I've got plenty to go around." There were seven guys, but one was Mia's fling, and they'd slipped off, probably to a hotel. That left six, their eyes burning with lust. They taunted, "You think you can take us all? " I licked my lips, scanning them, and said, "Guess we'll find out - what do you think? " They didn't know how wild I could be. Hands reached for me, tugging at my clothes. I stood in the center, my fingers brushing their bulges, and one by one, they unzipped, their hard cocks springing free. I wrapped my hands around them, stroking slowly. It had been over two years since that insane night at the storage unit. Seeing six throbbing dicks, all for me, sent heat pooling between my thighs. I dropped to my knees, taking Tyler's cock first, my tongue swirling around the tip before I sucked him deep, my lips stretching as I bobbed. Hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples. Someone - Nate, I think-slid fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them just right, making me moan around the cock in my mouth. I moved to the next, Lucas's thick shaft, slurping eagerly while the others stroked themselves, watching. Lucas and Gavin, flexing their supervisor status, claimed me first. Lucas sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking onto his cock, gasping as he filled my tight pussy. My hips rocked, grinding slow and deep, each thrust sending sparks through me. I turned to Gavin, my voice husky, and said, "You too - get in my ass." His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, moving behind me. I leaned forward, still riding Lucas, and felt Gavin's slick tip 2D or 3D. Gavin spit on his cock, rubbing it against my asshole. I stilled, letting him ease in, inch by inch, stretching me until I was impossibly full. The others watched, jaws dropped, as I took both cocks at once. One guy, Dylan, muttered, "Holy shit, this is like a fucking porno." With Lucas in my pussy and Gavin in my ass, I started moving, my body finding a rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming - two thick cocks sliding in and out, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. I moaned like a bitch in heat, my voice raw, "Fuck, you assholes - I'm your slut, use me! " That set them off. They pounded me, Lucas gripping my hips, Gavin's hands digging into my waist. My tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached out, grabbing Nate's cock, jerking him off while I rode. The others crowded closer, their hands everywhere-tugging my hair, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples until I screamed. The guys took turns, swapping places. Tyler and Nate went next, flipping me onto my back on the couch. Tyler slid into my pussy, his thrusts deep and relentless, while Nate pushed into my ass, slower but just as hard. My body shook, stretched to its limits, but I loved it. I reached for Dylan, sucking his cock, my tongue flicking the underside as he groaned. The others stroked themselves, waiting their turn. My pussy clenched around Tyler as I came, a shuddering orgasm that left me gasping, but they didn't stop. Nate's thrusts grew erratic, and he pulled out, shooting hot cum across my ass. Tyler followed, filling my pussy, his groans mixing with my whimpers. The last two, Jake and Sam, wanted their shot. They positioned me on all fours, Jake in my pussy, Sam in my ass. Jake was rough, slamming into me so hard my body jolted forward with each thrust, my clit grinding against his pelvis. Sam matched him, his cock stretching my already sore ass, but the pain melted into pleasure. I was lost, a moaning, writhing mess, my body theirs. Dylan stepped up, shoving his cock in my mouth, and I sucked greedily, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. My fourth orgasm hit, my pussy and ass clenching around them, and they lost it. Jake came hard, flooding my pussy, while Sam pulled out, spraying my back. Dylan finished in my mouth, and I swallowed, licking my lips as I collapsed. I was a mess, cum dripping from my pussy, ass, and chin, my body trembling. They'd done everything they'd probably jerked off to while ringing up customers beside me. They never dreamed they'd all fuck me together. I lay there, spent, on Lucas's couch, their cum pooling beneath me. After a bit, I mumbled I had to go. It was nearly 3: 30 AM. Gavin, who lives nearby, offered to drive me. In the car, he grinned and said, "Ava, you're a fucking legend - we need this again." I smirked, wiping smudged lipstick from my face, and said, "Keep your mouths shut - and I'll be your party slut whenever you want." Noah was passed out when I got home, oblivious to the state I was in. A couple of days later, he asked about the party. I showed him a blurry photo Lucas snapped-my polo unbuttoned, tits out, grinning like a fiend. Noah went feral, fucking me hard as I whispered how I'd been their whore. Now, at every work event, I go solo. Lucas and Gavin can't get enough of my wild side, and after most parties, they whisk me to their place or a cheap motel. I text Noah I'll be late, then spill every detail later, showing him the photos or grainy videos they take. I'm their slut-bosses, coworkers, all of them - and I fucking love it.

Working as a live-in nanny wasn't my grand life plan, but it paid decently and let me save up for a cross-country road trip I'd been dreaming about since high school. Taking care of a four-year-old boy was manageable - messy, sure, but nothing I couldn't handle. The real headache was navigating his parents, particularly Jake, a 48-year-old contractor with a gravelly voice and a habit of keeping things professional - until he didn't. I'd landed the gig through a friend of a friend who knew his wife from yoga class. For nearly a year, it was textbook: regular schedule, cash in hand, polite nods in the hallway. But Jake had this way of staring - quiet, intense - that always left a weird knot in my chest. It was a chilly October evening in 2024 when his wife got called out of town for a family emergency. Jake was stuck late on a job site, so they begged me to stay overnight. I'd had plans to meet a buddy for drinks, but I caved - extra pay's hard to turn down. Still, I was simmering by the time the kid finally passed out. The house was still, just the hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of settling wood. I was sprawled on the sectional, half-watching a true crime doc on my tablet, legs kicked up, when I heard the crunch of gravel outside. Jake had warned me he'd be late, texted some apology about traffic, promised a fat tip. I'd shot back a curt, - Fine, - already counting the minutes till I could crash in the guest room. The door swung open, and his scent hit me first - cedar and sawdust, baked into his flannel and skin from a day swinging hammers. I flicked my eyes up without moving. Dark green Henley stretched over his broad chest, worn jeans hugging his thighs, a leather jacket slung over one shoulder, stubble shadowing his jaw. He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair and gave me a tired grin. You're a lifesaver, Tessa, - he said, dropping his keys on the hall table. - I owe you big for this. Yeah, well, he's asleep, so it's not total chaos, - I replied, shifting to sit up straighter. Jake ambled to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and cracked it open. He leaned against the counter, took a long pull, and watched me over the bottle. Want one? Unwind a little? I'm good. Long day. Just wanna sleep soon. One won't kill you. I bristled. Pushiness was a pet peeve. He clocked my expression and smirked, undeterred. Had you on my mind all day, - he said. That so? - I muttered, eyes back on my screen. Yeah. Got me so worked up I had to rub one out in the truck. My fingers froze on the tablet. I looked up, sharp. Excuse me? You heard me, - he said, voice steady, casual. - Jerked off thinking about you. Shock hit first, then rage. I could've slapped him, bolted, called him out. Instead, I stood, fists clenched, and jabbed a finger at his chest. You're a pig! He didn't budge, just held my gaze. Chill, - he said, low and even. - You're hot as hell. Not exactly breaking news. Do you even realize how messed up that is? Sure do. You've got a wife, you jackass! And you've got a body that won't quit. Go to hell! I turned, grabbed my hoodie off the couch, and stormed toward the stairs, heart slamming against my ribs. This wasn't happening - not in this house, not with him. But as I passed, his hand shot out, catching my elbow, halting me mid-step. Don't act like you don't feel it, - he murmured. I stood rigid, breath shallow, staring into his dark eyes. I said I got off thinking about you, - he continued, stepping in close. - But not the details. His voice dropped, husky, his breath brushing my ear as he leaned in. Pictured you in that red sundress from last month, bent over the porch railing. I swallowed, throat dry. You're full of shit. Nope. Snapped a pic when you weren't looking. Used it. My skin prickled, anger mixing with something else. You're a fucking creep... He nudged me back against the wall, slow and deliberate, his frame towering. Don't be mad, - he whispered, lips grazing my temple. - That dress clung to your ass like it was begging me to stare. I remembered that day - hot, sticky, me watering plants outside. I should've pushed him off, cursed him out, left. But my pulse raced, legs locked, a heat blooming low in my belly. What if I tell someone? He laughed, soft and dark. You won't. Why not? 'Cause you're eating this up. I glared, hating how my silence betrayed me. Then he pressed his hips forward, letting me feel him - rock-hard through his jeans. I wanna fuck you, Tessa, - he growled. - Name your price. You're vile, - I spat. And you're a goddamn knockout. I didn't answer, but I didn't move when his calloused hands slid up my sides. Tell me to stop, - he said, fingers teasing the hem of my tank top. - Mean it, and I'm done. I didn't. His grin widened. He bit my neck lightly, then shoved a hand down my leggings, rough fingertips finding me slick already. Knew it, - he rasped, smug. - Wet for me. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside, thick and insistent, curling against me. He gripped my ponytail, yanked my head back, and crashed his mouth into mine, all teeth and hunger. You gonna let me have you? Yes or no? I shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. That's a yes, - he decided. - Get down. He released me, and I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I fumbled with his belt. His jeans hit the floor, and there he was - hard, veined, throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me forward. Open that pretty mouth, - he commanded. I did, wide and willing, taking him slow at first - tongue swirling over the head, tasting salt and musk, lips stretching around his girth. He groaned, hips twitching, guiding me deeper until I gagged softly, saliva pooling, my hands braced on his thighs. Fuck, yes, - he hissed, voice wrecked. - Suck it like you mean it. I did, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing faster, letting him hit the back of my throat. His grip tightened, controlling the pace, low moans spilling out as I worked him, messy and eager. Minutes blurred - five, ten? - until he hauled me up, eyes blazing. Enough, - he growled, spinning me to face the couch. - I need inside you. He shoved me forward, bending me over the armrest, and ripped my leggings down with my underwear in one brutal tug. His hands spread my thighs wide, exposing me, and I felt the air cool against my dripping heat. Stay right there, - he ordered. His tongue came first, hot and greedy, lapping at me from behind - long, firm strokes that made my knees buckle. He gripped my ass, spreading me wider, burying his face deeper, sucking my clit until I whined, nails digging into the upholstery. Goddamn, you taste good, - he mumbled against me, voice muffled, then plunged his tongue inside, fucking me with it, relentless. I moaned, loud and broken, pushing back into him. He pulled away, stood, and I heard his belt clank as he lined himself up. Then he thrust in - hard, deep, stretching me full in one go. I cried out, the burn delicious, his thick cock splitting me open as he started pounding, hips slapping my ass with wet, rhythmic smacks. He grabbed my hair again, twisting it around his fist, arching my back as he drove harder. Tell me you love this, - he demanded, voice raw, thrusts brutal. I love it, - I choked out, dizzy. - Harder, please... He obliged, slamming into me with force that jolted the couch, his free hand clawing my hip, anchoring me. His cock dragged against every nerve, thick and pulsing, filling me so completely I could barely think. He leaned over, chest slick with sweat against my spine, growling in my ear. What are you, huh? - he panted, teeth nipping my shoulder. Your dirty little slut, - I whimpered, lost in it, feeling him throb inside me. Damn right, - he snarled, and fucked me like he meant to break me - deep, punishing strokes that had me shaking, teetering on the edge. Then he groaned, loud and guttural, pulling out to finish across my ass and lower back, hot spurts painting my skin as he jerked himself through it, breathing ragged. I slumped forward, spent, a shaky - Fuck... - slipping out as aftershocks rippled through me. He stood there, one hand still on my hip, the other milking the last drops from his cock, smirking down at me like a conqueror. After a moment, he tugged his jeans up, slapped my ass hard enough to sting, and chuckled. That's worth triple pay. I laughed, breathless, face mashed into the cushions. Asshole. You're fucking incredible, Tessa, - he said, voice still rough, wiping sweat from his brow. I grinned, too wrecked to argue, body humming. He sank onto the couch beside me eventually, and I crawled over, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, kissed my hair, and slid a hand under my top, cupping my breast, thumb brushing the nipple in lazy, possessive circles. Jake stirred first, groaning as he stood and shuffled to the bathroom. The shower kicked on. I grabbed a tissue from the side table, wiped his cum off my skin, and dragged my clothes back on, still buzzing. He came out in a towel, hair wet, and I was already zipping my hoodie, ride app open. I headed for the door; he followed. See ya, - I said, tossing him a sly smile. He held out a hand, grinning. After all that, a handshake felt absurd - like sealing a contract. I squeezed hard, spun on my heel, and slipped out into the night.