The morning had gone much as usual at the health club I managed. I had even, for some positive publicity, invited Amanda, a close friend in publishing, who brought two of her colleagues along to see how well-run the club was.
Wanting to make a good impression, considering, I assigned my most capable members of staff to take care of their needs. Robert, a tall black guy with the most amazing finger skills. I paired him with Amanda. Stephen, with his short brown hair and eyes, looked after Rachel. And Andrew, a young man who, when he's not required, works in the refreshment area. A place to relax and get a drink after a workout or massage, which is what they all wanted; Amanda's other friend being Julie.
I was just on my way to the refreshment area, when, as I approached the door that opened up behind the counter, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I held the door slightly ajar to make sure I heard what Stephen and the other two were saying. Sure enough, they were as good as bragging about the sex they just had with Amanda and her friends.
Just then, I feared the worse. I'd opened a health club, not somewhere for my professional staff, or so I thought that's what they were, to fuck clients.
"So, you pretty much enjoyed yourselves," I exclaimed, having opened the door and stormed through it.
"Julie practically ravaged me, Ms Cummings," Andrew said in his defence, as he continued drying a glass.
"I knew I should have hired female staff," I barked, dismissively.
"Go to my office. I'll be along soon to sort out your paychecks," I told them.
"You mean, we're fired?" exclaimed Stephen, clearly somewhat surprised at my reaction.
"Amanda and her friends are journalists. What sort of publicity do you really think they'll give me now. And, yes, you're fired," I said, and with that, they sloped off to my office.
"That could've gone better, but what other choice did I have," I said to myself, aloud and alone.
A few minutes later, and before I could find someone to take over the drinks area, Amanda and her friends came by. To my surprise, they all had a cheery expression etched on their faces.
"Well, Clair, you've certainly outdone yourself," she intoned.
"Especially, Andrew," Julie regaled.
"I just loved the way Robert moved his big black dick, ur-urmn," Amanda, to my shocked surprise, commended his performance if you like.
"We'll certainly give you a good right up after today, Clair. You may even want to hire more like them, especially Stephen," Rachel cooed, her cheeks becoming vaguely flushed.
"I may just try Robert next time," Julie intoned.
"Right. Well, what do you want to drink?" I said, only to wonder what I'd done. ‘You just fired your most effective members of staff,' my conscious replied.
Leaving Amanda and her friends to talk among themselves while they enjoyed their refreshing drinks, I made my excuse and quickly headed off to my office. I had no idea how I was going to put things right, but...!
"Right, here you are," I said, having closed the door behind me.
"Right where you told us to be, Ms Cummings," Andrew intoned, sullenly, and respectful as always.
Out of all of them, I expected him to resist the temptation the most, especially after my strict instructions, for all the good they now mattered.
"Right, well, about that. I've given it some more thought, and, well, I acted a bit hastily, guys," I said, and with a warm smile.
"So, we're not fired, then, Clair," Robert uttered.
"What. No, certainly not. You can all keep your jobs," I assured them, only for Stephen's expression to suggest something wasn't quite right.
"Hold on, guys, let's not be hasty. Clair was set on firing us."
"Yeah," Andrew intoned.
"Something's happened since," Robert voiced his realisation.
"Have you spoken to your journalist friends, Ms Cummings?" Stephen said.
"I may have had the odd word, you know...!" I rejoined, doing my best not to be obvious.
"I bet you did; that and more. I bet they told you how satisfied they were with our service. Am I right. Yes, I thought so," Stephen guessed from my expression. ‘Certainly, nothing eludes him,' I realised to myself.
"Okay, yes. They were most satisfied, especially with you, Robert," I said, and as much as I felt necessary after Amanda's comment about his black dick. Just the thought alone, sent a shiver through me.
"So, if I'm reading things right, in a manner of speaking, the health club will receive an excellent review. That means -"
"More people and clients. That's why I need you, guys, all of you. Come on," I appealed to their better nature.
"Uh-uh, Clair, we're not that easy," Stephen exclaimed.
"We're not?" Andrew piped.
"No, Ms Cummings, we're not. With all the new clients, and quite clearly you need us to take care of their needs, whatever they may be, I figure we should receive a percentage of what they pay you. That'll do it," Stephen said, his tone almost domineering while he was very much the spokesman for the three of them.
"Okay, agreed. For now, though, I need Andrew to return to the drinks area while you two have an appointment in the number 3 massage room; they'll be along shortly," I informed Robert and Stephen; Robert, in particular.
‘Well, that wasn't so bad. It could have been worse. Now for the next bit,' I said to myself, and then saw about what was needed.
"Ms Cummings," Stephen intoned, when I, somewhat taking them by surprise, entered the massage room wearing nothing other than a warm friendly smile and the large white fluffy towel that was wrapped around my naked body.
Running the health club and with all the worries as to whether it would be a success, something that was as good as guaranteed, thanks, in no small part, to Stephen, Robert and Andrew, there were some kinks in my body, the type of which I felt sure both Stephen and, in particular, Robert could take care of. Plus, it would give me an opportunity to see, first hand, what Amanda and her friends experienced from them.
"Call me, Clair," I intoned, and then unhooked the topmost corner of the towel, which I let fall to the floor, where it landed in a loud crumpled heap.
"C-Clair, you're, gulp, naked," Stephen voiced his observation.
"Isn't that how you're supposed to be for a massage?" I rejoined, my 38C tits with a pair of defined, dimpled nipples staring back at him while my vague black bush bristled with moisture at getting to enjoy Robert's attention; and not just that of his big black hands.
In no way wanting them to see me as a complete and utter slut, I waited while Robert laid a towel on the massage table and then I hopped up onto it with my back exposed to their attention. Thoughtfully, and not wanting to be disturbed or intruded upon, I took the precaution of locking the door when I came in, otherwise...!
"You've got quite a few knots, Clair," Stephen informed me, after a short while of applying his oiled up hands to my shoulders. Robert, meanwhile, brought some much-needed relief to my feet, which I found myself on most of the working day, before moving onto my lithe legs, which I parted, invitingly, for him.
"Just be sure to give me the same service, guys," I told them, leaving my two most experienced masseuse to fathom out what I meant, considering I was their manager and all.
"Emn," I moaned some encouragement, when I felt Robert's warm oiled hands concentrate their effort on the back of my left thigh and just as Stephen, on the opposite side of the table, kneaded and then pummelled my right ass cheek, even going so far as to expose my rosebud, which had, otherwise, been barren of any form of male attention the last few months.
"That's quite a shapely ass you've got, Clair, if I may be so bold," Stephen made mention. ‘Not bold enough for my liking,' I thought, moments before I had them stop so that I could turn over.
"What about these. See how firm they are," I intoned, a hand cupping each of my shapely breasts as I laid there with expectancy.
Starting with my head and face, I felt what had to be Robert's hard-on brush my hair. My original idea was to have them wear long loincloths; however, and expecting some small amount of arousal while attending the naked bodies of the health club's clients, I decided upon an ancient Roman tunic, one that was sleeveless and made of light material over shorts or pants. Clearly, Robert had opted for shorts while Stephen wore pants; either that, or he was in full control of himself as he massaged my shapely globes.
"You can be a bit firmer with them," I said, my left hand lazily stroking Robert's black cock, the one Amanda had swooned over and enjoyed so - the lucky slut.
"Emn, yes, that's it. Try using your tongue, on my nipples, just as you did with, emn," I moaned, when, instead, he rolled each nipple with pitch perfect technique.
Urging Robert closer and around to my left side, I soon had my head turned to see exactly what I was holding. In little time at all, I had the skirt of his tunic drawn up and Robert's shorts down around his knees. I gazed with amazement at the big black rod-like cock that extended up from his groin while two black tennis balls hung below the root.
"Wow! That, that's certainly some cock you've got, Robert," I exuded, unable to quite believe what I was seeing while finding myself agreeing with Amanda's assessment and more.
‘Right, well, young man,' I thought, and then found myself covering the head and first few inches with my lips and mouth.
Far from it being the stretch I immediately imagined, I was soon taking more of Robert's dark meat inside me while Stephen rolled my left nipple from his side of the table and ran his warm moist tongue around the right areola; every so often managing to pleasurably graze the rigid nipple that stood up proud from atop my mound, which rose and fell with my deep breathing.
God, I so needed to cum just then. And as I moved my right hand to stroke my pussy and clit, Robert reached out his left hand and beat me to it; my pussy that is, as, from his side, Stephen extended his right hand and was presently massaging my clit with perfect timing.
"Urmn, urmngh," I moaned and managed a muffled cry around Robert's black sceptre, as my climax erupted. When it did, he slipped his moist black fingers inside my pussy and then began massaging the inner folds of my ever wet cunt. Thereafter, and between them, with what they were jointly doing, they drove me to yet another pleasurable climax, one that left me gasping around Robert's warm firm black meat.
"You boys, fucking lovely, give me more while I get a mouthful of Stephen," I gasped, sporadically, and soon had Robert's warm, wet and long pink tongue where I so desperately wanted his cock.
"Urmn," I moaned, as I got to grips with what Stephen had to offer. He was certainly packing a firm length inside his black pants, which I soon had down and his hard-on, desire for me, between my warm moist lips. He even had the confidence, something that Stephen had demonstrated during the meeting in my office, to guide my head forward and my lips along his warm length as he flexed his hips at me.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, Clair, suck my cock," Stephen regaled, while, and with his other hand, he once more rolled each nipple in turn. Again, it wasn't that long, with what they were doing, Robert, with two of his long black fingers just inside my asshole, before another climax manifested itself and blazed a trail through me.
"Huh, huh, huh. You studs, you lovely fucking studs," I gasped my appreciation. Well, they had to be, having serviced both Amanda and Rachel, and still, they were hard enough for what I was wanting and soon got.
Although there was enough room on the massage table for me to be sandwiched between them, something we got to in time, it wasn't long enough for them to be knelt at each end as they spit fucked me. For that, I climbed off the table and on Stephen's side. I then, with my feet apart and my fingers opening up my backdoor to his attention, invited him to lick my wet cunt and nice clean anus, while I got another, and, this time, much longer mouth fuck from Robert, who I managed to encourage to hold my head as he swung his hips at me.
To my welcome delight, he even pumped the head in and out of my throat while Stephen did likewise with his tongue, both up inside my streaming wet pussy and then that of my asshole. ‘Em, so that's why Rachel had such a glow on her face,' I just then realised.
"How do you want it, Ms Cummings?" Stephen, having stood up and dusted each of my round and well-massaged buttocks, intoned.
"Oh God, in my ass, not yet, though. Fuck me with your lovely hard cocks. I want it hard and deep," I urged, and then went back to enjoying Robert, only hard and damn well deep as he swung his hips at me and held my head still with his left hand and both rolled and pulled each nipple in turn.
For his part, Stephen took a hold of my left shoulder and stroked my clit while I grasped the right side of the table and took a pleasurable mouth and pussy pounding from them. I must have cum two more times before I got them to switch over. Stephen even lapped up my juices after the first while teasing my asshole with three of his cum wet fingers, which he subsequently slid into me and then re-commenced fucking his warm firm length at me.
‘So good, so fucking good,' my mind responded, as all three of my wanton holes were both filled and profoundly pleasured for many minutes on end.
With Robert behind me, I reached my hands back while getting Stephen to hold off filling my mouth with his warm manliness. I then, with as much as my fingers and thumb were able to, took a hold of Robert's slick shaft just below the turgid crown and directed it towards my rosebud, which I held exposed and inviting with my other hand.
Having teased the glans around it, I crooned, "Did this lovely hard black cock of yours find its way up Amanda's ass. Not without oil, I warrant," and with that, and in the absence of necessary lubricant to immediate hand, I drew the bulbous crown of Robert's erection down past my perineum and then moistened the warm puffy glans as I directed them down and up my wet slit before popping the crown inside my needy pussy.
No sooner were the first few inches inside my wet cave, than the walls, despite Robert's fullness, closed in around him. He was fully sheathed by my wet warmth as I wriggled my ass at him and rocked back on his long thick cock monster. With my hands stretching my ass open, I thumped back on his groin and balls as I enjoyed a slow and sensual fuck on his man meat.
"Oh yes, emn fuck, your cock, your lovely big black dick, Robert, fucking your manager's horny pussy, making her cum with your tongue and fingers, so good, so damn good," I extolled, moments before I moved forward and soon had my mouth full and my appreciation reduced to that of pleasured murmurs and moans as they both fucked me to yet another climax.
Having stood up only to then genuflect in front of Robert and suck my cum juices from his length, even going so far as to hold myself against him so that my lips were pressed against his groin, balls and wiry black pubes, Not long afterwards, I genuflected in front of Robert and took his warm length into my mouth. I then sucked his cock while slathering my tongue around his ebony shaft and tasting my cum juices on it. I even went so far as to grasp him to me so that my lips were pressed against his groin, balls and wiry black pubes. Nestled as it was, Robert's cock felt so big and full as it throbbed in my mouth and throat.
Presently finished, I stood up and had Stephen lay on the massage table. Before I got over him, I took up the bottle of oil they used and handed it to Robert, giving him a knowing smile as to what it was for when I did; my lovely tight white asshole. "I think Clair wants you to -" was all Stephen got out, before I said: "That's right, I want your lovely big black dick up my tight little asshole. I then want you both to fuck me and make me cum." And with that said and agreed, I climbed up onto the table and was soon stood astride Stephen, who gazed up at me with a lustful desire in his eyes.
Lowering myself on my haunches, I reached between my out turned thighs and was soon guiding his warm firm length towards my needy pussy, only to, as I stroked and teased the velvety textured crown back and forth along my wet slit, realise I had left Andrew out of what we were enjoying.
Aside from Julie's words of approval, he, being the younger out of the three, struck me as being coy; sheepish, almost. So it probably was best that young Andrew was left out of what Robert and Stephen were about to give me, while I made a mental note to make it up to him later.
"Oh, yes, emn," I sighed, when I dipped my horny body lower and felt the tumescent head of Stephen's firm manliness slip between my warm wet lips and pop inside. I then, with my hands resting on my knees while holding an upright position, flexed myself down and then up his warm firm length for a short while before sinking all the way down to his balls and repositioning my legs so that I was in a kneeling position.
Gesturing him to hold open my ass cheeks, I invited Robert to kneel behind and oil up his cock in readiness to plunder my anal dungeon with his mass. Considerately of him, he trailed some of the oil on my curple from where it ran down to my open anus.
"Ooh yes," I sighed my appreciative response, and then reached behind me; my hands just about managing to firmly grasp Robert's slippery shaft, which, when I teased the head against my opening, I managed to ease and slide inside.
"Oh yes, lovely, Robert, your big black dick, and it is, by God, big, up my tight little asshole," I regaled, as I relished its initial presence; prizing my tightest hole open as both the head and veins continued to pulse.
Still holding him, I rocked myself back and forth on Robert's warm firm length for a good few minutes; slowly, at first, only to, when I presently released him, move apace as I rocked back on them both.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Fuck me, fuck me with your lovely hard cocks. Yeah, that's it, make me cum, I'm gonna cum, make me cum on your lovely hard cocks," I continued to urge, as another climax took shape and soon resonated throughout my body. By then, I was bouncing back at them with short fitful jerks of my body as they swung their hips at me, both at the same time, which was extremely enjoyable not to mention, immensely pleasurable.
Between them, they managed to make me cum another two times. I was still gasping from the aftershock when I had Robert get down from the table. Having moved back from Stephen, I then, with my hand supporting the base of his cum-slick erection, licked all the way up, down and around his shaft before covering it with my mouth. With my warm wet lips pressed close to and around his cock, I slowly drew them up and then just as slowly slid them down.
Not wanting to be left out for one minute, I immediately felt Robert's tongue on my pussy while his black oily fingers stroked my distended clit.
"Hurmn, ermn," I moaned my continued enjoyment, and not longer after my body gave into yet another voluptuous orgasm.
Turning to Robert, I quickly sucked his cock while Stephen waited patiently. I was then back up on the table and riding Stephen's warm firm length with my ass, while Robert gave me a hard and deep railing in my horny wet cunt. All in all, I was amazed at their virility, especially knowing the slut, Amanda, as I do.
They still had part of my front to massage, and so, laying down on the table for them, I had Robert and Stephen continue massaging my body while I stroked and sucked their cocks inches from my open lips and mouth. With all that had happened, it didn't take long before I felt a warm creamy rain from both of them splash on my face. Choosing to ignore it, I flicked my tongue around and caught the rest on it before sucking each one dry.
"Emn, Lovely. I see what Amanda and Rachel were so enamoured about, guys, especially you, Robert. Right now, though, I could do with a shower; care to join me," I said, and then got down from the table and collected my towel.
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