A dirty story I wrote about/for my girlfriend. Pardon the typos or grammar | 2016

Birthday parties have always been a drag. Especially since Ashley and I moved out of town. Always a few acquaintances hanging around, as usual bit rough around the edges but no good friends. She told me we could celebrate any way I wanted. I explained I wanted guys night but for her to be there too. Told her, I figure let’s just rent out some cottage a few miles out in the country, I’ll invite some of the dudes around here who are all right and you can be the cocktail waitress, but I pick the outfit. That way we can be loud and not have to worry about the usual bullshit. The red carpets of the cottage spilled out from every hall and lit against the dark mahogany. The front door entered to the living room, tanned leather couch against the left wall a poker table to the side. In the adjust room a pool table, balls racked. Bedroom was in the back of the place, and out the kitchen led to the back porch screened in against the southern mosquitos. We arrived at dusk an hour or two before my friends showed. After we hauled the booze in I handed her a bag with the clothes, heels and makeup I wanted her to wear in them. Ashley opened the bag and said, “You expect me to wear this” holding up a short dress, looking like a punk take on a 50’s bunny girl outfit. “Well yeah, hey at least I got you fishnets,” I said jokingly. “Oh yeah cuz like that’s going to cover much! You’re lucky I shaved today.” I laughed, “Hey you said what I wanted.” Ashley squinted her eyes at me and took the clothes into the bedroom. By the time I finished arranging the kitchen, bottles of booze, mixers, and ice, Ashley came out standing in the doorway. “How do I look?” she asked. Her hair flowed down the length of her shoulders. She had put on the dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick I gave her. The dress hugged her body barely covering her past her ass. Her long legs in black netting flowed down to polished heels. “You look great,” I smiled at her, “Ready to work?” “What?” “Cocktail girl. You gotta make tips,” I leaned in slid a hang up her skirt as I kissed her, light tongue. “For real? Whatever…” Ashley replied. Forty-five minutes past as the night crept in, the cottage lit with old lamps from the 1950’s. The green tint from their shades casting shadows. The first car of guests arrived and rang the bell. I looked over at Ashley. “Get the door, babe.” Ashley’s hit the carpet with a muffled tap as she made her way, “With a smile,” I added. She opened the door, Jeff, Dan and Mike we waiting outside. She pushed her chest out a little figuring the idea was to show off my girl. She turned her head down slightly and said, “Hey guys!” Mike wide-eyed, “Damn girl!” “Say it,” I said. Ashley muttered then said, “I’ll be your cocktail girl this evening and yes I will be taking tips” The three guys settled in. Ashley went and fetched their drinks. They politely left their tips on the tray as the pool balls clacked against the night. Though one or two eyed her from behind, the sway of her hips to a Chuck Berry tune coming out the radio. After few minutes of Maybelline the bell rang again as she rushed to the door. Frank and Marty were both standing there. Leather jackets and slicked back hair, half emptied bottle of Jameson hanging from Frank’s hand. “Oh mamma!” Frank half yelled, “You sure know how to dress.” “Ha” she replied, “It’s Harlow’s idea.” “Well you’re dude has some good taste” “Ugh” she replied and turned around and started out of the room. I yelled from the pool room, “You forgot to ask them what they wanted!” “We’re good man on drinks, “Frank said, “Though she’s looking good,” he laughed as he headed in. The hour dispersed into smoke and shot glasses. After the pool games subsided the guys and started in on cards. Ashley kept her smile for me, probably slipped a shot or two in the back. “Lemme get a beer, “ Frank shouted from his chair, cigar hanging from lip Ashley carried a fresh Heineken out to him napkin folded around its center.
As he started handing her a dollar, I said, “No like this,” I put my cards down and walked around the table. Lifting her skirt, I turned her, to which she obliged and said, “Like this,” lifting her skirt I ran a $20 up her thigh and into the elastic of her panties. Frank pulled out a ten and did the same, then his hand came down on her ass in a hard crack leaving stinging red, “That’s what I’m talking about!” he said. The evening crept on, I could tell by the look in Ashley’s eyes and the feint red flush of her cheeks she was starting to enjoy the attention. Slowly I coerced her into giving little tease dances to everyone. Mike over eager stuffed fifty bucks exactly over her pussy. I was on the losing end of poker. Frank had the upper hand the whole night. Finally when I couldn’t match him, He said, “Up the wager?” “Like what?” I said “How bout your girls panties?” Ashley looked at me slightly unnerved, “Alright, done” I replied. As they cards fell, Frank said, “Oh yeah those are coming off.” “Bend over babe, he won em” I said to her, she hesitated slightly. Frank put one hand on her back and slightly pushed as she curved toward the table. He interlocked on finger into the crotch of the black fabric and pulled feeling the dull wetness of cotton. With her bent, he was sitting eye level with her pussy. He could see a faint glimmer in the light, as he ran a hand across her right cheek. Frank ran his middle finger along the length of her slit, lifted it to his lip and tasted her. When he was done Ashley, with two arms from behind pushed herself up onto the edge of the table, “You guys want anything else?” she said” More drinks came, as the night descended. The buzz we were riding could blind the city lights. A dollar here or there into her cleavage was repaid with widened legs and maybe a brief pull of teeth on her pubic hair. Enough to catch the scent to drive everyone to the want of her legs. Ashley came out with a round of beers, Frank looked at me stoned faced “$100 for a private dance, $150 if Marty came come.” “Sounds good to me I said, “ I glanced to Ashley she was full lipped and turned on. “No restrictions though man, you can’t hate us tomorrow, “Frank replied I said, “Totally, you get what you pay for a know?” Twenty minutes past slowly moan began to descend from the bedroom. A few of the guys looked at me puzzled slightly shocked. I explained Ashley was just doing her job for the night. The moaning intensified and I heard all three of them, I imagined her hard green twenties in her mouth panting. Marty below her riding his cock into her cunt and Frank forcing himself and taking her ass. I sat there for a bit jealous, then though of how triumphantly she was being screwed. When she came out the door adjusting her skirt all I felt was rising lust. She slowly walked over to the table pale legs framed by the red carpet. Jeff turned to me, “Think I can get a table dance?” I looked over, “Got $35 for her?” “I can do that,” he said Jeff sat directly across from me, the opposite end of the card table. Ashley wrapped her long legs around him. He was a short scruffy guy so her breast almost pressed into his face. Gyrating her hips to a 1950’s beat she swung against him. As the next song start she said to him “Oh that’s a bad boy,” then looked over her should at me, eyes half shut, smiled then turned back to Jeff. Jeff’s right hand slid to her shoulder strap, and light brushed it aside. He pulled at the side of her dress exposing her breast and started to suck on her nipple. As she pulled back to reposition when Mike stopped her, slipped a $50 into her panties and told her to undress. In almost one motion she left the dress drop. After stripping from her bra and panties Ashley was left standing against the table in fishnets and heels. “Wanna try something fun?” I said to the guys as I pushed her down on the table, on her back. She looked up nervously at me, as I cracked open a warm beer. “Come on drink up,” I said I slowly poured the beer over her tits and stomach. A few guys got in and started licking up and down her body sucking the beer up. Jeff had throw her legs open and ran his tongue down her belly and gave her clit one quick lap. “Keep those legs open” I said, I took the empty bottle and started working the neck into her cunt. She was wet, juices running down her leg, “Wanna see what a good little slut she is?” I pulled the bottle out and held it to her mouth. Ashley wrapped her red lips around it, sucking her taste off the green glass. “You taste good baby?” I asked, with a mouthful of glass she nodded and moaned. Taking the bottle from her mouth I handed it to Jeff and said, “The rest is on the house” The guys circled around her, Jeff working the bottle in and out her pussy. A mosaic of hands grabbing and stroking her. First a finger in her mouth, then a cock, then another cock in her hand. Someone outright stroked themselves a couple times and a stream of jism few and landed on her tits. Ashley panted hard as she felt every inch of her body grabbed, sticky in cum and beer. Jeff suddenly pulled her up, “Here let me get this.” He turned Ashley around pushed facing against the table, He pulled her arms behind her back, and spit in his free palm. He stroked his cock, and then slid it up to her ass the tip touching for a moment before the slow thrust. Panting Ashley softly muttered, “No… no… not my ass.,” then once Jeff penetrated she moaned, voice slightly cracked in a single, “yes.” “Get her on the table” someone said, “let be get that cunt.” Her on the table, Mike under cock thrusting into her pussy. Jeff ‘s cock thrusting hard into her ass as the rest dangled theirs at her mouth. Her head was bobbing from cock to cock, fast licks and sucks between moans. “Fuck them harder,” I told her, I pulled off my belt. Raised it and left three good lashes across her ass. Skin reddened tender. Jeff pulled out and came the length of her back, beneath her, Mike muttered he was going to cum. Ashley said,” Come! Come!” and she humped faster. “I don’t have a condom,” Mike said. “I don’t care cum in me, now, cum!” As Mike came in her pussy, Dan stroking his cock came over Ashley’s face, hot jizz dripping from her eyelid and lips. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” she ran her tongue along her lip licking the drops up. For a moment the chaos subsided. The room smelled her her cunt, cum, spilled beer and cigarettes. “Alright guys, its my turn” I said I pulled her up and lead her toward the bedroom.
We turned the corner I stopped and kissed her gently, the taste of cum on her lip. Bruises on her breasts, ass and thighs. A few tufts of pubic hard were stuck together in semen as I worked my hand between her legs. She smiled deviously, “Are you ready for your turn with me?”