"All of you?" I stammered. Max shook his head. "Five," he said. "The others will chip in for the room, but not the entertainment. Afterwards you can have the bed to yourself." My first thought was; 'So which of you don't fancy me?' The non-players were older, but the others? Then common sense clicked in. Could I sell my arse for a comfortable bed? But then there was my stranded car. Five blokes, one after the other. It would not be the first time, I had been to some pretty wild parties. But I had never been paid for it. Was I being paid? There was no talk of money. True, it was a trade, but surely all of life is. With any kind of trade, one party has something the others want, goods or services. There is an exchange. And besides, I enjoy being fucked. I nodded. The youngest, Matthew, but they mostly called him Abs, was sent to empty the condom machine in the gents. Someone else stocked up on drink, and an incongruous procession headed for the room. It was indeed luxurious, a bit over the top for a place that called itself a Motel. There was a sitting room, a small kitchen, a large bathroom and a bedroom. I was instructed to call when I was ready and left to my own devices in the bedroom. Dressing the part was not a problem. My new undies. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Yes. I was worth it. I popped my head around the door and said; "Who's first." Matthew was pushed forwards. He was shaking with nerves. I helped him undress. Most of him was quite thin, not so his cock. I stifled a gasp, it was a monster. I removed my bra and my skimpy knickers. He was shaking. "Is this your first time?" I asked. He nodded. "First time paying for it, or first time ever?" He nodded. Wow! He could well have been my first virgin. I held my arms out to him. He walked towards me his bristling cock moving as if spring mounted. I put my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. His cock reached well past my belly button and I was in high heels. I should have been paying him. He gasped and I felt a warm, wet spurt up between my tits, then another and another. He pulled away, apologising. His cum trickled back down, closer to where it was supposed to be. My first thought was; One down, four to go. But as we cleaned up, I told him to come back when the others had had their turn. The truth is, I wanted his big virgin cock inside me, I wanted his cherry. As he left, I told him to send the next one in. Number two was the magager. He was a tit man. As soon as my bra was off, he was groping and sucking. But I like it anyway. I sucked his cock for a bit, then asked him how he wanted to finish. He pointed at my tits. "There." He said. "Do you want me to wank you onto them, or do it yourself?" "Neither," he replied. "I want to fuck them." I laid back he straddled me with his balls on my chest, pressed his cock against my sternum and I clasped my titflesh around his cockflesh. He fucked my tits. His spurts hit my chin, then trickled either side of my neck onto the pillow. He left. This sex work was easy, two clients and my cunt was as yet unsullied. I washed his cum off, turned the pillow open and opened the bedroom door. I did not bother with either bra or knickers, just stood wearing only stockings, suspenders and stillettos, one knee pushed forward,holding both sides of the doorframe and said; "Next." Number three was much more vigorous, he wanted the lot. I wanked him and sucked him, he fucked me from on top, from behind and finally with me on top of him. Three down. Him number four, was Max. As I had suspected, he was a natural leader. A bit of a lad, a chancer, risk taker. The sort of character that Sally's bridegroom was and probably still was, always walking a tightrope. Women are drawn to them. Including me. After a few preliminaries, Max said; "How much extra for anal?" My bum clenched shut. Back then, I was just experimenting with anal. It was exciting and daring, but very uncomfortable. Since then, that particular route has carried a lot of traffic. "I don't know what this is costing you anyway," I replied. "What would be extra?" "I'll give you a reference." He said. Cheeky bastard. But I wanted it as much as he did, probably more. I asked him if he had any lubricant. He suggested hand cream. I knelt on all fours, arse in the air. I asked him to go easy. He lubed me up, testing me with one finger then two. Then I felt his cock press against my puckered valve. I relaxed and in he popped. He fucked me with long, slow strokes, each one getting further in. He reached one hand beneath to hold one dangling tit and with the other hand, spread my wet cunt apart, pushing his fingers inside but rubbing my clit with his thumb. As he pumped my arse, he rubbed my clit. I had a small, unexpected orgasm as he came, grunting. Four down. And still only one had been in my cunt. Five was Mr Vanilla. Bit of a wank, bit of a suck, then on my back with my knees up as he fucked me in missionary. Job done. There was still Matthew, more than ready to finish what he had started. I decided not to risk oral. I would have liked to be his first, but not want to risk another misfire. I did give his lovely big cock a fondle though, it was like holding a bone, it was so hard in comparison with the four others that I had very recently examined. Do they soften with age? I asked him about his nickname. His abdominal muscles, like the rest of him, were well defined, was that why? The answer was more complicated. He was the fly half and half a fly, is the abdomen. I asked him again if I really was his first. He said yes, so I dispensed with the condom. I wanted his big, virgin cock naked inside me and I wanted to feel his fresh young spunk as he flooded me. I had him lie on the bed and mounted him. I didn't want him losing control and damaging me with what at the time, was the biggest cock I had ever experienced. It felt wonderful. He came very quickly and copiously. I can't really feel it, but there is little doubt about when a man is coming. Knowing that there was nothing between us thrilled me. He thanked me profusely. There seemed little point in putting my clothes back on. I removed the sussies and spunk-wet stockings, put on the towelling robe provided by the hotel and padded barefoot into the sitting area, where my team were watching television. One of the four who I hadn't serviced, the coach, said quietly; "Can I change my mind?" We went back to the bedroom, where he explained that he loved his wife, that's why he had declined originally, but she would not suck him off. Would I? I did, with all my skill and enthusiasm and was rewarded by a large helping of very thick, salty spunk. I swallowed the lot, then licked him clean. When I returned to the other room, there were sandwiches and coffee, ordered from room service. I was hungry. As I devoured the sandwiches, Max handed me a supermarket carrier bag. Inside was money, lots of it. I looked up questioningly. He said; "We've had a whipround, it's yours. But if you'd like to show your appreciation…" All eyes were on me. Seconds? They'd all had a go, at least those that wanted to. What else? A gangbang. Why not? I had done it before, but along with other females. I had loved it. I undid the robe and let it fall. I said quietly; "Anything but anal." Two had wanted no part and had gone down to the bar, leaving seven of them. I thought about Snow White. They stripped off. Seven erect cocks, six of which I had already had in one way of another. I took the closest one in my hand and wanked it, another was pushed into my other hand. Someone stood behind me, his erection pressed against me, he reached round and cupped my tits. Both the men I was wanking, fumbled for my cunt, one pushed fingers up me, the other rubbed my clit. Someone told me to kneel down. As soon as I did, a cock was offered to my mouth. The one behind spread my cunt and slipped easily inside me. Four at a time. The man fucking me made two or three hard thrusts. He was coming already. I was raised to my feet and led into the bedroom. I was walked, spunk trickled from me. Obviously I had just been fucked bareback. I was laid out on my back, Max positioned himself above me, saying; "I love slopy seconds." He entered me in a single thrust. There were wanking men either side of the bed. Nearest was Matthew. I reached out for his cock and pulled it towards me. He quickly got the idea and knelt on the bed so that I could suck his cock. As Max pumped his spunk into my cunt, Matthew filled my mouth with his. I don't know how many times I was fucked, how many came in my cunt or my mouth. These guys were athletes, capable of rapid recovery. Someone suggested showering me with spunk as they wanked onto me. I have a recurring fantasy about this, with numerous men coming in sync, covering me with lovely cum. That's not how it happened, having already come at least once, some of them took a long time, it was a marathon rather than a sprint. It also turned out to be the finale, they drifted away, spent. The next morning, the snow was all but gone. After a big breakfast, they drove me back to my car and managed to get it started. They then followed me most of the way home to make sure I made it. Goodbyes were limited to headlight flashing and waves. My team.