On the day of The Spa's grand opening Sara was a stunning example of feminine beauty in its prime. Her large, deep-brown eyes held a glint of mischief in them. High cheekbones were highlighted with rouge. Her pink, glossy lips sparkled devilishly.
Sara's body was in perfect condition for a woman of thirty-two. Being as critical as possible of herself, Sara admitted in her own mind that she had only one flaw – and that one she blew all out of proportion. Her stomach, through perfectly flat and without an ounce of flab, had several small, slender lines on it. They were stretch marks from having her children. Although the lines were very inconspicuous, Sara was certain that any man would notice them at a glance and be instantly turned off.
To hide this, she wore an old-fashioned corset. The corset, white, was made with plenty of frilly lace to make it pleasing to the eye. In the corset, her stomach was hidden but her cunt was exposed.
The corset covered her tits, but just barely. The big thirty-eight-inch mounds of firm, full tit flesh billowed out the tops of the cups. The dark edges of Sara's areolas could even be seen peeking above the corset. Below, the corset stopped at her hips. There her blonde-furred pussy was exposed. Two garter straps on each side held up matching white, thigh-high silk stockings.
Sara felt obscene, dressed as she was. Although that was her intention, she still felt embarrassed by it.
"It's too late to back down now," she mumbled, adjusting a stocking before stepping into her shoes. She picked up a floor-length robe and slipped it on. The robe was made of a see-through gauzy material, with an intricate floral pattern of lace.
Sara looked at herself in the full-length mirror of the locker room. She was gorgeous and she knew it. But her cunt was exposed. Even though she had every intention in the world of fucking or sucking the first man who entered, The Spa, she just couldn't convince herself to be that obvious. She pulled a pair of white bikini panties up her legs and felt more comfortable.
Now all she had to do was wait for the first customer who wanted to work his body into shape. Then he would really have something to tell his buddies about.
John and Steve nearly creamed in their pants when they saw the luscious Sara Johnson. She was more beautiful than any woman they'd ever seen in their lives. The curvaceous blonde was a walking wet dream.
"Welcome to The Spa, gentlemen," Sara said, smiling sweetly. She held her hands behind her back so the men wouldn't see them trembling. The move caused her tits to push out even harder against the bodice of the corset and more of her brown areolas were exposed to their hungry gaze. "Are you interested in a full one-year membership, or are you just visiting for the afternoon?"
"Full membership!" both men said in unison.
Sara took their membership fees and tried to keep her voice calm as she explained the different rooms. Weights and the sauna were downstairs, as were the showers. The locker room was upstairs. They had their choice of beer or wine, but no liquor would be served. And sandwiches were available if the men got hungry.
John and Steve, two young and successful businessmen in three-piece suits, decided they should have a beer first. Dropping their athletic bags to the floor, they sat on stools near the bar.
Sara went into the kitchen and brought out two cold beers from the refrigerator.
"Stay calm," she told herself quietly. "Just stay calm and don't make a fool of yourself."
She handed them the beers, staying behind the counter. It didn't bother Sara that the men were staring at her tits. In fact, she was pleased by it. Her husband had long ago ceased to notice how truly beautiful she was, and it was good for her confidence to know that she could still hold a man's attention.
"I'm sure you'll like The Spa," Sara said, leaning on the counter. She liked the clean, healthy looks and good physiques of John and Steve. "We're small and very private. You can really get your body in shape here… but by the looks of you two, there's not a lot of work to be done."
"I've been in a lot of health clubs in my life," Steve said, "but I've never been in one with anyone as lovely as you to greet me."
"That's nice of you to say." Sara walked around the counter and the men swiveled on their stools, now with their backs to the bar. "You gentlemen are The Spa's first customers. And for that you get a special greeting from me. I'm Sara, your receptionist and the manger of this house for the refinement of the body."
Sara looked at Steve and John. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first. The idea of having a cock fucked up her virgin asshole sent a shiver racing up her spine. No, she thought, that just won't do.
Slowly, as her eyes locked onto John's, Sara knelt. She sat on her heels with her hands on her thighs, wishing she had the courage to boldly reach out and rub her hand on the men's crotches.
"This is my idea of a health spa," John chuckled. He was more forward than his friend. Pulling down his zipper, John pulled out his big, half-hard prick. "Come on, Sara, why don't you suck on this for a while?"
Sara looked at John's cock. Even though it wasn't fully hard yet, it was bigger than her husband's prick. She felt butterflies in her stomach and a tightness in her head. Her hand was trembling when she reached out and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his prick.
"It's so warm," Sara purred softly. "And big."
Sara stroked John's cock gingerly, unsure exactly of what was expected of her. She felt the cock meat twitch and grow in her fist.
"It's beautiful," Sara sighed. "You have such a beautiful cock, John."
"Suck me, Sara. Give me a little head."
"Head?"
"Yeah, a blow-job, baby! Stick that big prick in your mouth and go to it."
Sara's mouth watered as she thought about what his cock would taste like as it was crammed deep into her mouth. Giving a blow-job was something she had never really thought much about, something that her husband had never even asked her to do. But now, after seeing the secretary sucking her husband's cock clean, Sara was intensely curious as to what a man's cock meat would taste like.
Steve, not nearly us bold as John, fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he watched the beautiful honey blonde stroking his friend's prick. He thought of whipping out his cock and shoving it at Sara's face, but that wasn't his style.
Sara noticed Steve's discomfort and she let her fingertips graze over his tensed thigh, scratching his skin through his pants. Her fingernails were extremely long, extending nearly an inch beyond the ends of her fingers. They were carefully painted a brilliant red color. Sara watched her own hand creeping up the inside of Steve's thigh. The hand seemed strangely disembodied to her, as though it really belonged to someone else, because Sara couldn't imagine herself kneeling before two men she had just met, stroking one cock and reaching for another.
Sara couldn't imagine it before, but she was indeed hungry for the feel of Steve's cock. John had almost forced his prick into her fist, but Sara wanted more. She had denied herself the thrills of strangers' cocks for too long and she wasn't going to wait any longer.
"I've got to have your cock," Sara heard herself say. The words seemed to burn in her ears.
She released John's cock and used both hands to unbuckle Steve's belt and then pulled his pants down. When she got them down to his ankles, she looked up to see his enormous cock – nearly ten inches of solid mean-looking cock meat.
"Are you scared of it?" Steve asked. Sara was about to joke with Steve when she suddenly realized that he wasn't being sarcastic. He actually was afraid that she wouldn't want his prick because it was too big. "N-No, I'm not. It's big – bigger than any cock I've ever seen in my whole life."
Sara decided that it was best not to tell Steve and John of her almost total lack of sexual information and experience. She saw Steve's giant-sized balls and gasped in surprise. They hung down a full five inches and were easily twice as large as her husband's balls.
Her mouth watered as she stared hungrily at Steve's cock. It was positively beautiful in her eyes. Long, with a thick blue vein running along a ragged line on the broad, almost flat upper surface. Steve's prick looked like a fleshy battering ram.
"I love it," Sara purred.
Wrapping one hand over the other, Sara grabbed Steve's cock like a baseball bat. This still left plenty of cock meat for her to suck on. Closing her eyes, she brought her face close to the cock head and inhaled. The slightly musty aroma of his prick drifted to her nostrils, and Sara wasn't at all displeased with it.
"Hey, what the fuck is this? Don't forget about me," John complained. Sara wasn't stroking on this cock any more and he didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone, certainly not to his best friend.
Sara ignored John's cock. Steve, who was clearly more sensitive than John, was the one Sara really wanted. She wanted to please him more than anything in the world.
"Go ahead, Sara. It's okay." Steve said quietly.
Sara kissed the tip of Steve's cock. The spongy texture of his prick surprised her and when she backed away, Sara saw the cleat imprint of her lips on the prick tip, where the lipstick had rubbed off.
"Come on, Sara, I've got a cock that needs your attention, too." There was a whining quality to John's voice now as his need to fuck his throbbing prick into the blonde's mouth grew greater by the second.
Sara continued to kiss the tip of Steve's cock. As the prick got harder and thicker, Sara's courage grew. Tentatively, she allowed the tip of her tongue to slither out between her lips. For the first time in her life she caught the faint taste of cock meat. The taste instantly thrilled her, making her pussy juice begin to flow, lubricating her wanton, empty pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sara moaned. She remembered how the secretary had moaned when she sucked on Mike's cock, and Sara was mildly surprised to find that moaning was a natural response.
"Take my cock into your mouth," Steve instructed. He put his hands on his hips, trying to act nonchalant as Sara planted a series of light, smacking kisses on his cock head.
Opening her mouth wide and tilting her head back, Sara stuck her tongue out. She licked at the clefted underside of Steve's cock-knob, enjoying the salty, manly essence of his prick.
"That's it," Steve sighed, "lick my cock. Get it nice and wet with your mouth, then suck it."
Sara opened her eyes, turning them lovingly up to Steve's face. At that instant, Sara loved Steve more than she ever loved her husband. She tongued down the rubbery underside of Steve's prick until she reached her fists.
John couldn't wait any longer for Sara to get around to sucking his prick. Grabbing his hard-on, he began stroking his cock, puffing the loose, soft skin sheathing the hard meat inside back and forth. Taking a step forward, John touched his prick tip to Sara's shoulder, wiping off the pearly drop of pre-cum that had fanned at the piss slit onto her robe.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this," Sara sighed, pulling her face away from Steve's cock briefly. "Okay, John, I won't forget about you. You've just got to give me some time to adjust. I've never done this before and I might not be very good at it."
"You're trying to tell me you've never sucked cock before?" John asked incredulously.
Sara quickly decided that it would be best not to let the men know of her inexperience.
She'd just have to bluff her way through the blow-jobs using instinct to guide her along the way.
"No, of course not," Sara said. "I didn't mean that at all. It's just that I've never sucked two cocks at once before. It's not an easy thing to do, you know."
John chuckled and Sara grabbed their cocks. She stroked both pricks at the same time, holding the prick tips close together. She kissed the knob of John's cock, finding the taste slightly sharper than Steve's. Lashing at the crown of the cock meat with her tongue, Sara tasted pre-cum for the first time. The taste was pungent and salty, not unlike what she expected.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. Turning to John, she sucked his massive, throbbing prick tip into her hot mouth. Her ripe, pink lips ovaled around his cock shaft as her tongue moved slowly along the underside of his prick.
She had done it. Finally, Sara had a cock in her mouth. She kept her eyes open, looking at how the root of John's prick stretched the opening of his pants out. Jerking on Steve's huge cock, Sara brought it closer to her face until his prick-knob was against her cheek.
"She's really beautiful, isn't she?" Steve said, putting his hand on John's shoulder for support. His knees trembled slightly with excitement as he watched the gorgeous blonde sucking his friend's prick.
Sara twisted her face around the delicious knob of John's cock, then released it from her mouth with a popping sound. She kissed the drooling prick tip, licking a drop of pre-cum off.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, savoring the salty taste. "Now it's your turn."
She swallowed as much of Steve's cock into her mouth as she could, taking his fucker deeper than she had taken John's cock. With the spongy prick tip wedged firmly against the back of her mouth, Sara twisted and rotated her face on the meaty column of cock meat. Her lips moved in a chewing motion, kneading the tingling flesh firmly but softly while her tongue blazed over every sensitive spot on his cock.
But, even though she had the cock in her mouth until it threatened to fuck down her throat, there was still much more of Steve's cock to be sucked. Sara pulled back, dragging her sensual lips along the slick surface of Steve's cock shaft until her lips were caressing the ridge of his cock head.
"Mmmmmmmffft!" she purred, bobbing her head slowly to take the rim of his prick tip back and forth between her hot, cock-hungry lips. She made a promise to herself to one day be able to take all of Steve's cock into her mouth, to deep-throat his big fucker until his balls leaped between his legs and pumped gobs of salty, creamy cum into her stomach.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Suck me, Sara," Steve whispered softly, watching the blonde fucking her face on his throbbing cock-pole. When she pulled back, he saw the fullness of her tits as they billowed out from the top of her corset. The milky mounds of tit flesh were squeezed together and upward, the cleavage tight and pleasing to the eye.
Working both hands, Sara sucked on Steve's cock a while longer before returning her attention to John. She took his cock-rod into her hot, sucking mouth until the cock-head was almost going down her throat. Then, to her surprise, John hooked his hand behind her head and pulled her face toward him as he lunged at her with his meaty lance of cock-meat.
"Ummg!" Sara squealed, her mouth crammed with cock-meat and her jaws beginning to ache from being spread so wide for so long.
Sara felt the big cock-head slam against the back of her mouth, then fuck down her throat. Sara's beautiful brown eyes were wide with fear and pain as she stabbed her long fingernails into John's thighs.
"Ouch! You damn bitch! What the hell did you do that for?" John snapped.
Sara rubbed her throat. Her eyes were watery. Her throat felt sore.
"Why the hell did you try to kill me with your cock?" She looked up at Steve and saw the concern in his eyes. It pleased her. "I like your cock much better."
Steve caressed Sara's cheek with his fingertips. Turning to his friend he said: "Listen, John, why don't you get changed and I'll be with you in just a little while. The mood just isn't quite right between you and Sara."
"Ah, why the fuck not?" John hissed angrily. He picked up his bag. "Where did you say the locker room was?"
"Around the corner," Sara answered. When she was alone in the room with Steve she grabbed his cock again. "Now I'm going to give you a blow-job." Blow-job! She had finally said it boldly and confidently. "I'm going to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you until you cum."
Steve bent down and squeezed Sara's firm, milky white tit through her corset. The tit flesh was warm in his hand, completely filling his palm.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sara sighed as she felt the hot tingles of desire coming from her nipple. She was getting more hot and horny by the second. A man she hardly knew was tenderly caressing her ripe, ready body.
"Let me eat you out while you suck me," Steve said as he pushed the corset down slightly, causing Sara's big tit to tumble out. The nipples were long and pointed, erect from the excitement she felt. "We'll sixty-nine ourselves into absolute ecstasy!"
Sara stroked Steve's cock as he rubbed and tugged lightly on her burning nipples. The hard buds were sending waves of desire throughout her curvaceous, quivering body.
"No, not this time," Sara said after a long moment of silence. "This time I just want to please you, please you better than anyone ever has in your entire life. Some other time you and I can make it that way."
"Okay, then you'd better hurry. I don't want John to be too angry with me."
Sara didn't have to be asked twice. She grabbed Steve's prick again and gulped the cock-head into her lush, moist mouth.
"Mmmmmmfff!" she slurped, lashing at the cock-head with her slithering tongue.
Sue soon learned to stroke and twist her hands around the cock-shaft while she used her lips and tongue to tantalize the throbbing crown of Steve's prick.
"Ohhhhh! Yeah, Sara, that's right," Steve sighed. "Ohhhhh! You're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
Sara tilted her head back to look up at Steve. Her ripe, red lips were twisted out of shape, wrapped firmly and succulently around the pulsating tip of his cock. A strange feeling seeped through her body as she looked up at him. She found it hard to believe that she actually had a cock stretching her lips, flattening her tongue in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara purred hungrily.
Whipping at the spongy underside of the cock-head with her tongue. Sara tasted the pre-cum that oozed out of the tiny slit. The pungent taste delighted her.
A thousand emotions were going through Steve's mind as he watched Sara pistoning her lovely face over his enormous cock. With her hair pulled back and piled loosely on top of her head in a French twist, she had some strands falling down the sides of her face, framing her loveliness as she wantonly gave him a hot blow-job.
"Sara, I've got a cum-load that's going to drown you," Steve said. He wasn't bragging, simply telling the truth. His balls hadn't unloaded their fuck cream in well over a week, and he could feel cum simmering at a low boil.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara cooed as she stroked and fondled his prick-shaft with her hands. She scratched his balls lightly with her extremely long fingernails.
Pushing her face forward, Sara felt the huge prick-tip strike the opening of her throat. She wanted to take the cock deeper into her mouth, feel all of his cock-meat throbbing lustily in her throat, but she simply couldn't. "I'll do anything you want," Sara said softly, rubbing the head of Steve's prick against her soft cheeks as she looked up at him. "Just tell me and I'll do anything you want."
"Just keep sucking," Steve replied, watching Sara's cheeks begin to glisten in the light from the mixture of spit and pre-cum. "You're doing absolutely fantastic so far."
Saw opened her mouth wide and gulped the cock-head deep into her hot oral fuck hole once more. She was thirsty for the taste of Steve's cum now, needed to feel him pumping out the rich bolts of cum. She had never really tasted jism before. Her husband had never asked her to suck cock but she was sucking a large prick now because that's what she wanted to do.
"Mmmmmmmmft!" Sara slurped.
She whipped her cum-smeared lips over Steve's prick, feeling it vibrate against her tongue. The cock-head expanded, becoming even larger in her hotly sucking mouth. Sara applied a strong suction to the cock-meat and she felt Steve's legs begin to quiver.
"Awwwwwww!" he groaned as the cum bubbled in his balls.
Sara's curvaceous body pitched like a boat in a stormy sea as she gobbled on Steve's cock. She gulped the throbbing, hot, delicious prick-meat into her mouth until the spongy cock-head slammed against the opening of her throat. Her fist stroked and squeezed the bone-hard prick, jerking the loose skin sheathing the inner core of hard cock-meat back and forth.
"Awwwwww! Eat meeeeee!" Steve cried as the cum exploded form his balls.
Sara's supple, red lips were clamped tightly around the cock-head when the first pungent blast of cum gushed against her frisking tongue. The sharp, salty taste of the jism surprised her and she gasped, causing a river of milky fuck cream to spill out of her hungry mouth. The thick, gooey spunk ran down her chin from the corner of her mouth, dangling crazily from her face.
"Suck meeeeeee!" Steve hissed.
Pushing her beautiful face forward, Sara took Steve's cock into the hot, moist recesses of her mouth. With the cock-head rammed against the back of her mouth, the second giant stream of cum exploded out of the cock's crown. This time the spunk shot straight down Sara's throat and she swallowed instinctively.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, pulling back so that just the cum-gushing prick-tip was still in her mouth, throbbing lustily on her thrashing tongue.
Although Sara had never given her husband a blow-job before, she did know how much he came. And he never came nearly as much as Steve did. A third, fourth and fifth powerful stream of cum squirted out of Steve's immense cock-head. After that, a slow but steady stream of spunk trickled out of the slitted head of his cock, filling Sara's mouth.
"Ummmmm! Ummmmmgg!" the hot-blooded blonde cooed as she felt her mouth being deluged with cock cream. With just the tip of Steve's cock-head still in her mouth, she gulped the thick, gooey wad of cum down.
"Oh, baby! That was fantastic!" Steve said weakly.
She swallowed several more times, then began bobbing slowly and lovingly over Steve's cock-pole. She didn't want to ever let his prick out of her mouth. Turning her big, beautiful brown eyes up to Steve's face, she saw the look of ecstasy and felt joyous at her new cock-sucking ability.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, long and loud for Steve's benefit. She wanted to let him know exactly how much she adored his giant-sized prick.
"Y-you'd better stop now," Steve said after a couple of seconds. "You've drained me dry, sweetheart."
Almost sadly, Sara let Steve's prick slip from between her cummy lips. She kissed the cock-head and then stood up, a sultry smile turning up the corners of her lips.
"That was wonderful of you to let me do that." Sara rolled her tongue around in her mouth, savoring the lingering salty taste of Steve's spunk. "It was so sharp tasting – really delicious."
"I'd better go see what John's up to," Steve said as he fastened his pants properly again. "The locker room's over here, right?"
"Yeah."
Sara looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar and another smile, even more wanton than the first, brightened her face. A river of cum ran from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to her neck. The blobs of white fuck cream clung wetly to her skin. She took a napkin from the bar and began wiping off the jism, wondering who would be the next man she would suck off.
She was absolutely certain of one thing she wasn't going to stop sucking cocks now. Not after she had tried it once. She would never again pass up the opportunity to give a hot succulent blow-job.