Screwing Daddy's Boss - Part Three
Grant's suggestion that I meet some of his friends leaves me filled to the brim with handsome older men.
Over the week following my sexy first evening alone with Grant, I had secretly slipped up to his apartment a few times. I found screwing a dominant millionaire nearly fifty years my senior intoxicating. It seemed, from the amount of sex we had, that Grant immensely enjoyed having a nineteen-year-old nymphomaniac at his disposal, too. It was turning out to be a far more exciting summer break from university than I had anticipated.
After some quite vigorous sex on Wednesday evening, while I was lying naked on his bed and sipping champagne, Grant had brought up the subject of his friends. We'd already discussed that I'd be interested in 'entertaining' a few of them if he invited them over, but he hadn't mentioned it since. Grant asked if I'd still be interested. He probably knew there was no chance I'd refuse by that point. I told him I was very interested. He offered to show me some photos so I could choose who I wanted. The devil in me told him to select the ones he thought I would have the most fun with. I'll never forget the glistening look in his eyes when he asked how many he could invite. I told him I'd never tried more than two men simultaneously, but I really wanted to.
We arranged for me to go to his apartment at seven in the evening on Friday, with plans to stay overnight.
On Friday, I spent my afternoon pampering myself. Grant liked the age gap thing and loved me to act young and feminine. It turned him on, which, in turn, turned me on. I shaved myself perfectly in the bath, straightened my long brown hair, ready to be put in pigtails when I arrived at his place, and painted my finger and toenails a soft pink.
My outfit for the evening was absolutely not one I wanted my parents to see me go out in, so I'd arranged with Grant for him to give me time to get ready. I had an hour. His guests were arriving at eight. I packed my bag, ate dinner, then made my excuses and left home by taxi - already mildly horny for the evening that lay ahead of me.
I arrived on time, punching in my now-memorised codes to access the vast deserted office building lobby and the elevator to Grant's ivory tower penthouse suite.
It was dark when I stepped out into the entrance of his huge, mostly glass-walled apartment. The lights sensed my arrival and slowly came up, and I noticed a note on the table beside the elevator door:
'Gone to collect our guests. Back by 8. Make yourself at home. x'
I smiled, opened a bottle of champagne from his fridge, and wandered off to his bedroom to finish getting ready. I studied myself in Grant's bedroom mirror with ten minutes to spare. If the look I was going for was 'sexy teen slut' - I'd nailed it.
The pigtails and my subtle makeup looked great. The makeup was lighter than I would usually wear, but I wanted to look sweet and innocent—at least to start with.
The white fishnet holdups matched with white pumps with pink laces looked great, too. Just enough of my legs were on show between the top of them and the bottom of my almost non-existent tight pink mini-skirt to show my soft, pale, young flesh a little. On top, I wore a short, tight white T-shirt with two words written in pink on the front: 'Love me'.
I'd changed the piercing in my navel from the usual slightly elegant teardrop to a solid silver clasp with a sparkling stone. It was still attractive but less likely to get caught up in anything. I'd nearly had it ripped out once before in the throws of passion and learned a valuable lesson.
I also removed my black, metal-rimmed glasses and replaced them with circular silver ones, which I thought looked better. I'd just tidied up my belongings and removed the wrapper from the lollipop I had bought to finish the look when the elevator pinged outside the bedroom.
My heart skipped with excitement. I loved new cocks to play with, and Grant had kindly been out and brought a few for me to enjoy. Better still, they were around his age. I had an apartment full of older men and was ready to ensure we all had a good time. I heard Grant speak to his guests.
"Make yourselves a drink, Gentlemen, I'll just see if she's ready to meet you."
I turned quickly and leaned against the glass wall of his apartment, slightly bending a knee. Grant walked in, closed the door behind him, and looked at me, stunned.
"Wow," he said softly. "I liked the slutty secretary look until this."
"Will I do?" I asked sweetly, sucking seductively on the lollipop.
"You'll more than do. I wish I hadn't invited guests now."
I strolled over to him and stared into his eyes.
"But you can fuck me any time you like," I replied softly. "They only get to fuck me tonight."
He smiled. "You are something else. Do you know that?"
I giggled. "Yes."
"Ready to meet my friends?" he asked, reaching for the door handle.
"More than ready," I replied.
Grant smiled and turned the door handle, opening the door. He stepped out. "Gents, this is Pixie."
I stepped out of the bedroom and stood beside him, holding his hand and looking up at him. Without my heels, I felt short, which probably helped. He smiled down at me, and I looked across into his living room. Three handsome older men were standing there holding glasses of champagne. I bit my lip and smiled at them. They seemed rather happy with what they saw in front of them. As was I.
I let go of Grant's hand and wandered over, hugging each of them and saying hello. I was like a child in a sweet shop. Two of them were clearly younger than Grant. One was a stunningly attractive black guy built like the office building we were in. I'd never had sex with a black guy before, not that I cared what colour a cock was, but I just hadn't had the opportunity; I was already looking forward to him. The next guy was attractive and blonde, around my Dad's age. The final one was clearly older than Grant, but it didn't matter to me as long as he survived the night. They all stood in open-collared shirts and trousers, and when I surveyed them, I was impressed with Grant's selection. Everyone sat on the sofas and began chatting as I sat beside Grant, sliding my stocking-clad legs across him. The atmosphere seemed awkward. I don't do awkward - it's not sexy. I had to deal with it.
I stood up and strolled to the bedroom. I knew they were watching me - the room went quiet. I returned a moment later, having disposed of my lollipop stick and held my empty glass. Grant got up quickly.
"Refill?" he asked.
"Please," I replied, passing the glass to him.
As Grant went to the fridge, I leaned forward over the worktop, flashing my ass at his guests. That seemed to get their attention.
I took my glass from him and turned to see them all smiling at me.
"Grant tells me you all like to fuck younger women," I said softly. "I'm a younger woman, and I'd like to fuck you all tonight."
There was a sharp intake of breath. They weren't expecting that. I paused and sipped my champagne for effect.
"You now need to make a decision. Either you can fuck me one by one. Or..."
"Or?" One of them asked.
"Or you can all come in together and fuck me until you or I have had enough."
"What would you prefer, Pixie?" another asked. I hadn't expected that. I thought quickly. What I said next was true, and it made me hornier than I had ever been in my young life.
"I'd prefer to have all of you in the room.
"Will you have the energy?" one laughed. I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, don't worry about me, baby. I can go all weekend if necessary," I said seductively.
They all looked at each other and nodded.
"That's settled then. I'm going to bed. Join me in five?"
They eagerly nodded again.
I turned to see Grant standing beside me, his eyes glistening with excitement. I looked up at him and winked. "Don't worry. I'll save my best for you," I whispered, sliding my hand over his growing cock through his trousers before strolling away to his bedroom.