Filthy Doctor(156)

“I’m not the kind of girl that you think I am. Joan was only suggesting that I enjoy myself, but not necessarily in the way that you are taking her intention.” I was using big words and stringing them together to make him cock his eyebrow with that of curiosity and confusion. “I’m not looking to hook up and I don’t know how much clearer I can be.” That didn’t stop him from pushing his pelvis up against my own. Even though he was not my type, that didn’t mean that his cock wasn’t rubbing me in just the right way.

Working in a dead-end job had its advantages. People rarely looked in my direction and I was left to my own devices. I liked my solitude, but Joan was not about to let me become some kind of a hermit. I enjoyed a good book and I didn’t even own a television. It came from growing up in the great outdoors. My parents were always stressing to enjoy life and to take every opportunity to experience something new. I may not have been very sociable, but I did take to extreme sports like a duck does to water.

I really didn’t want to be in his arms and his sweaty body and very pungent cologne were making me a little sick to my stomach. I got lost in my head. I thought about the last time that I went skiing. I could feel the cold whipping my face and making me feel alive as my speed got even more intense. I was smiling and I think my dance partner took that as a form of surrender. He put his lips on me and I could taste something disgusting like garlic permeating his breath. I was brought back to reality and I started to pound on his chest with him taking that for a challenge to his manhood. He snuck his hand up underneath my dress. He was touching my inner thigh, therefore making me concerned for my safety.

“Take your damn hands off her.” I glanced to my side to see this handsome dark-haired stranger wearing a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small. His shirt was busting out with all sorts of muscles and with one wrong flex, he woyld have probably ripped through it. “I don’t think you heard what I said and maybe I should do something about that.” He put his hand on this sleaze bags shoulder.

The smile on Michael’s face told me that things were going to get ugly in a hurry. I really didn’t want to be the cause of some kind of bar fight, but I kind of enjoyed that this guy had come to my rescue like an old-fashioned knight in shining armor.

Chapter two

The music was still playing very loudly and not very many people knew that the drama unfolding was going to turn into a bloodbath. The man holding onto me let me go before he had his finger where it shouldn’t be. I didn’t give him any encouragement and apparently he didn’t need any.

He turned to face my savior, but he didn’t stop with that. He swung his fist and made contact with this man’s jaw. I jumped back startled, but it barely did anything. In fact, he turned his cheek for a moment and rubbed his finger on a drop of blood on his chin. It did not raise his anger, but he did act as if the punch didn’t even bother him. “My mother hits harder than that.” He got one more punch for mistakenly trying to bring up his mother in conversation. “I wouldn’t make the mistake of trying something like that again. I’ve been very patient, but my patience only goes so far.”

The guy that had manhandled me was looking at him like he was some kind of alien. He was already three sheets to the wind and that only enhanced his courage and gave him the incentive to do something more. He tried for one more punch and the guy literally grabbed his fist in midair and squeezed with enough force to bring this guy down to his knees.

“My name is Sean and my two brothers are John and Billy.” As if on cue, two more handsome dark haired gentlemen stepped into the light like they were there all the time to lend a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Permit us to get rid of the garbage and we’ll be right back to take a bow of victory.” All three of them forced their will on this man and seeing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, he decided to make a strategic exit.

I looked around for Joan, but she was already busy with two young college kids that couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. She was definitely robbing the cradle and told me several times that getting together with young men gave her back her youth. I was about to call it a night, but these three guys came over and surrounded me with enough testosterone that it was actually thick in the air.

“Let me buy all of you a drink.” I tried to push past John, but he was like a damn tank and built to take a beating. He literally lifted me into the air over his shoulder and carried me into the back room where there was apparently a high stakes poker game going on.

“I have to apologize for John and sometimes, he acts like a Neanderthal. I understand the sentiment and I do admit that I find you quite attractive. I own my own tailoring business with my brothers and I would say that you were 5’4 and 120lbs.” I was stunned that Sean could pinpoint me down to the exact measurements.” I had quite the handful on my chest and being in their gravity had made my nipples eraser hard.

There was one guy lying on the table with the losing hard of a pair of kings in his hands. He had passed out with drool coming out of the side of his mouth. It looked like the game had just about finished and the bounty was claimed by the three brothers. Sean scattered the money around on the table before lifting me off my feet, until I was planted with him sliding easily between my legs. My dress had already risen a few inches and I couldn’t help to notice that all of these guys had their eyes on me.

“I get the feeling like I just went from the frying pan into the fire.” The smile on Sean’s face was soon coming closer until we were kissing wildly. I had never felt so out of control and then I felt hands all over me igniting a fire down below that was no mere ember. This was a four-alarm blaze and one that I could not deny. “What the fuck…we only live once.” I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go, especially in a semi-public place like the backroom of a club.

Billy was the shy and quiet type, but I did get the sense that he was waiting for an engraved invitation. I reached out with no regard for what I was doing, grabbed his collar, and pulled him to me. If I had to drop the pretense of being shy, then he was damn well going to do the same thing. He looked a little out of place and was biting his lip with nervousness that only made me want to corrupt him even more.

John had placed his hands on my inner thighs to spread me open. I was wearing panties, but they were a mere nuisance. John pulled them down and gave them to me. I looked at them and wondered what he had in mind, but Sean showed me in no uncertain terms. He brought my hand up to my mouth with the panties enclosed and he made me chew on the fabric. John had inserted his tongue where no man had been for over four months.

I literally went crazy, shaking from an orgasm that slapped me across the face out of nowhere. I dropped back on the table with my legs over John’s shoulders. I humped the air and grabbed onto his hair, which was very short, but still very manageable.

I wanted to scream, but the panties were stifling any kind of exclamation of surprise and pleasure. It really didn’t matter and the music outside the doors was keeping anybody from knowing what was going on. It was kind of exciting and scary at the same time, but I found myself believing that they wouldn’t hurt me.

My feet were dangling over John’s shoulders, while the dress was being pulled down over my more prominent assets. My breasts were right there for the taking and Sean and Billy were more than anxious to sample my wares. Their techniques were different. Billy was softer and Sean wasn’t exactly holding back by biting the tip. I moaned with my eyes closed and feeling like this sexual creature that had just been given license to do whatever the hell she wanted.

The table wasn’t all that big and lying back had my head hanging over the side. I heard a growl of satisfaction and then the sound of a zipper being pulled down right in front of my eyes. I looked up into the blue eyes of Sean and he was ready to get is cock out and into something warm. Upside down, this thing looked gigantic and I would probably put it at 8 inches and thick enough that it would probably be a match for any beer can.

“We have to take our cue from her. We don’t do anything unless we are sure that this is what she wants.” Sean was trying to be the voice of reason for all of them. He didn’t have to worry because my body was pretty much betraying any kind of argument that my mind might’ve had. I was squirming to the touch of John digging his fingernails into my thighs. His tongue was deep inside me and my pussy was grabbing onto him and trying to rip his tongue right out of his mouth.

Sean moved his cock head back and forth in front of my eyes as if he was trying to hypnotize me into doing his bidding. The droplet on the top was making my mouth water for a chance to taste it. I had never been so reckless or careless in my life and I knew that my mother would be appalled if she had seen me in that position. I was old enough to know better and old enough to not give a damn.

The panties were pulled out of my mouth and I screamed. “FUCK me with your tongue… I want to cum all over your face and leave you glazed like a doughnut.” My wet pussy was pretty much telling me what to say and even though the words sounded foreign, it did feel nice to let go and do something totally out of character. “Somebody better fuck my mouth and I mean right now.” It sounded like somebody else, but then Sean was right there with that mushroom cap ready to take advantage of my otherwise perverted nature.