[sandalwoodie] The Gilmore School for Girls, Chapter 1

[sandalwoodie]

The Gilmore School for Girls









Chapter 1.

Beginnings



As I stood at my office window looking out, I lifted the photograph of the two new students that would soon be joining us. They definitely met our standards. Actually, they were as stunning as any girls we had had so far at the school. They had all the important qualifications we required.

Lifting my eyes from the photograph, I grew thoughtful as I took in the eloquent landscaping of our tiny campus. I began to reminisce. This would be my third year here. I would never have imagined fate would be so kind. But life makes some unusual turns sometimes. I began to reflect on the series of events that led up to this monumental change in my life and my career.





I am a teacher by profession and three years ago I was a very frustrated one. I was almost ready to hang it up. The hard work, the low pay, and the politics were really getting to me.

It was about that time that I met Katie.

I was 25 at the time and she was 23. I had just broken up with my fiancé and it was time for a change. I had been in only one girl-girl relationship before and that had been a while ago.

Katie was very special. Not only was she a knockout but she was a teacher too, and we hit it off right away. We had similar interests in almost everything, especially sex. After knowing each other only three weeks we moved in together. It was blissful. We shared our thoughts about most everything, especially teaching. Katie was very sympathetic to my frustrations. She was in her first year at a small private school and she told me that they were looking for a new headmistress. She thought I might be qualified.



It was just on a whim that I put in an application. When I was invited for an interview, I told Katie about it. We were sitting in bed together when I brought it up.

"When is it?” she asked.

"Day after tomorrow. In the afternoon." She seemed concerned. I looked at her quizzically. "Is there a problem?"

"Well there just might be. We should talk about this. I should tell you some things.”

"This sounds rather ominous. I guess I should have spoken to you earlier."

She looked at me innocently, her eyes widening with concern. "No, I should have told you more in the first place."

My thoughts began to cloud over. "Good God, hon, how bad can it be?"

"Well probably the best way to tell you about this is to talk about my own interview.”

"OK. Tell me."

She sat up a little straighter and turned more toward me. Then her eyes dropped.

"Well, there were two of them… two men…, and I had to…, ummm…., to go to bed with them."

My eyes widened. "At the same time? Right then? Together?"

She nodded, her eyes finding mine. Her look was apologetic.

"I needed the job so desperately, and I knew it was the only way. They were attractive, clean and even polite. So, I agreed. It wasn't bad. Not really."



My mind was in a whirl. I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was not expecting this. I knew this sort of thing happened in business and in the entertainment industry. But in a private school? Then I felt stupid. Well, why not? But it certainly put a new wrinkle in my thought process here. I might have to fuck some people to get this job.

"I'm so sorry," she said. She moved into me, and I put my arm around her. Her head came down on my shoulder. “Can you…… forgive me?”

"Don't be sorry. I don't blame you at all. How could I?" I kissed the top of her head. "Had you ever done anything like that before?"

It was a casual question.
She shook her head.
"What all did they do to you?"
She straightened up and looked at me. "You want the details?"
I smiled at her. "Umm hmm. I would. If you don't mind. I'm finding it's kind of a turn on."

There was surprise written all over her face. But I could tell she was happy also. Our relationship was growing so nicely. And I wanted it to keep right on doing so. This would open up some new territory for us.

She looked right into my eyes. "God, I love you so much."

"And I love you too."

She put her head back on my shoulder. "They are very handsome. All of them."

"That's good to know." All of them? I let that go for now.

She went on, "I was nervous at first. But they were very gentle. Respectful too. It was actually quite enjoyable as I think back on it."

"They both fucked you?"

She nodded. "They took turns. And they were in my mouth too."

"Did they sandwich you?"

“No,” she said, letting the word dangle. “Not…… that time…”

My heart stopped. “There were other times?”

She nodded. “You should know that too,” she said quietly. “It’s not a…… a regular thing. But it happens about every other month.”

“The same two guys?” I asked softly.

She shook her head. “No. There are eight members of the board of directors. I’ve been with all of them.”

“Eight! Wow, that’s a lot…”

She just nodded.

“Eight,” I repeated. “Hmmmm.”

“Two of them are women.”

“Oh, really?” That did sort of surprise me.

“It’s usually two or three at a time,” Katie continued. “Once it was four. They call it an evaluation. Which I suppose is true in a way.”

“Hmmmpphh,” I went with a shrug.

“But as to the school, besides the healthcare, there are some pretty good benefits.”

“What might those be?”

“Free enrollment at their fitness club. That’s one of them. And there’s at least one school trip every year. To some pretty exotic places. And, of course, there is the pay.” She did make quite a bit more than I did.

“When was the last time you saw any of them?” I asked.

“Just before I met you,” she said.



My thoughts turned inward for a moment. I was pragmatic enough to accept this, but still it bothered me some. Not that I was a prude or anything. But I preferred to make my own choices as to whom I would let fuck me. However, I also needed a change of job, and this one seemed nearly ideal. Katie had told me about the school, and I had liked everything I had heard about it up until this moment.

There were very few students. Not even ten at this time. And being a private school it was not subject to all the rules and the union that I had to deal with now. The campus was small but very secure, and this job payed more than twice what I was making.

I suddenly had a thought. “Do they know that you and I have a relationship?”

“I haven’t said anything,” she answered.

“That might raise a few eyebrows, you know.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.”

“What are the other teachers like?” I asked.

“Well, they are all attractive, I can tell you that,” she said. “And so are the students. I’m thinking that ‘looks’ has to be one of the qualifications for working there AND for enrollment.”

“Is there any contact between the teachers and students?” I asked pointedly.

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“But there’s none that you know of?”

“No. That is true,” she answered.

“How many other teachers are there?”

“There are six besides me. Three men, three women.”

“Do you know if they will expect me to teach?” I asked.

“I don’t know the answer to that. Maybe. I hope so. You’re a good teacher.”

I smiled at the compliment. “You have an incredibly good teacher/student ratio.”

“Yes, it is. It really is,” she said. She paused for a moment. “So… are you going to do the interview?” she asked softly, looking at me.

I looked at her hard then. “I am if you want me to.”

“I do. I really do. It may be selfish of me, but I want to work with you, and it doesn’t bother me that you’ll be, uh, doing things with them.”

“I wonder how they’ll react when they hear that you and I have a relationship.”

“Are you going to tell them?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I would HAVE to do that.”

“Then I’m sure the first thing they will ask is what I’ve told you about the school and about them.”

“Probably right,” I agreed.

“Are you going to tell them that, too?”

I nodded. “Yes. I want to be straight and up front about all of this.”

“I think that’s the best way too,” she said agreeably.

We were both thoughtful for a moment.

“So…… then you’re going to do it with them?”

I nodded to her. “Unless they don’t ask me to.”

She smiled then. “Are you kidding? With your looks and your body?”

I smiled back. “I suppose you’re right.”

“It’s making me kind of hot just thinking about it,” she said innocently. “You, with all of them, I mean.”

“It’s making me hot too,” I replied. “What do you think we should do about that?”

“I’m ready when you are…” she said.

I reached into the drawer of my bedside table and took out the strap-on.

She slid downward onto the mattress as I fastened it to my hips.

Even at twenty-three years old, Katie looks like she could pass for fifteen. As young and innocent looking as they come, and she frequently wore her hair in pigtails. Not that she wasn’t tough when she wanted to be, but she could play this role extremely well. The naïve cheerleader role.

And she was definitely doing that now. She put her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it like a little kid. Then she spread her legs farther apart.

I took a deep breath as my body tingled at the sight of her. Cute as a button.



I fucked her harder that night than usual, probably because of our very open discussion. The talk was a kind of foreplay really, and I was highly aroused at that point. And she cried out with such volume that I feared she might do permanent damage to her vocal chords.

By the time we had each cum twice, we were both exhausted. Glowing with love and lust, we drifted into a blissful sleep.





Two days later I left school early to attend my interview.

I was dressed in a sharp looking outfit. Hip-hugging skirt in light gray, with a matching jacket. I had a white, short sleeved silk blouse on as well. Katie had described my look as mouth-watering. I wore heels also, which took me even higher than my five foot five inch height. And my appearance definitely turned quite a few heads at my school before I left. I noticed quite a few of my senior students staring at me, particularly the black ones. I’m not actually that big up top, only a 36B, but this skirt really showed off my ass nicely.

I chuckled inwardly as I thought that no one was aware that I would likely be in a gang-bang this afternoon. Several of my students would go ballistic if they knew that. I had three big basketball players in one of my classes, and their eyes had danced on me ever since the semester began. Today it was even more obvious, and I met their eyes defiantly as they took me in. I was certain that they scored pretty well with the girl students. I had to admit they were exquisite male specimens. I would miss not just their hungry looks, but also feasting my eyes on them.



I arrived for my interview at two o’clock sharp.

The school was gated and I stopped at the security gate in order to enter.

Upon finding the main entrance I approached what appeared to be the reception desk. It was the only counter in the room, anyway.

Sitting behind it was a beautiful young woman, probably about twenty or so. She was very striking, I thought. She wore a telephone headset.

“May I help you?” she asked articulately.

“My name is Alexis Parker,” said I. “I’m here for an interview.”

“Yes. With Dr. Marcus,” she said as though she knew about this. “Let me ring him for you.” She turned something on her headset and spoke softly: “Dr. Marcus? Miss Parker is here to see you. Yes sir. I’ll send her right up.” She looked at me then. “Just go right up these stairs, turn right and go to the very end of the hall. You’ll see his name on the door. Dr. Jordan Marcus.”

I thanked her and headed up the stairway. I couldn’t help but take in the surroundings as I went. This was obviously a successful endeavor, as it was meticulously appointed in the finest detail. Hand carved wooden paneling, antique sconces, beautiful artwork all over the walls. It was breathtaking, really. Who WOULDN’T want to work in a place like this?

I had just about reached the door when Dr. Marcus opened it. At least I hoped it was he. The man standing in front of me was incredibly attractive. Wavy jet black hair, blue eyes, and just over six feet tall.

“Doctor Marcus?” I asked with a smile.

“And you’re Miss Parker,” he said, returning my smile.

“Please call me Alex,” I offered.

“That’s nice,” he said. “Come right in.”

There was a desk, but he led me to a coffee table surrounded by some comfy looking chairs.

He had a small folder in his hand, which I assumed was my application.

He pushed a chair out, indicating for me to sit. I was observing him carefully and could already tell that he liked the way I looked. As I got ready to sit I took in as much of his office as I could. It was just like the rest. Oozing with wealth and profits. This room was not all that large, but there were several closed doors which could lead to other rooms.

He sat down facing me, and held up the folder. “So, Alex, you are currently teaching at Central High School?” he confirmed.

I nodded. “That’s correct.”

“Juniors and seniors?”

“Yes. Math and history.”

“I imagine teaching there can be challenging at times.”

“Oh, I love the students. And the teaching. But the rest of it is for the birds. Very frustrating.”

“Ever worked as an administrator before?” he asked.

“No, but I think I could. And I wanted to ask you, would I still be teaching?”

“Yes. Yes, you would,” he answered.



I was wondering now how he would do this. At some point he would have to either proposition me or tell me that I needed to sleep with him and others in order to get the job. He was very charming and attractive but I didn’t think that would be an easy subject to bring up. Not for anyone. I wondered if he would struggle with it. Then another thought crossed my mind. Perhaps there would be a second interview. Maybe nothing would even happen today.

“So, tell me about yourself, Alex,” he said in a friendly way. “You are certainly a beautiful woman. You bear a striking resemblance to…, I’m sure you know who…”

I nodded knowingly. “I get that a lot. Catherine Zeta-Jones. She’s taller than I.”

“You might be even more striking.”

“Thank you,” I said evenly.

I told him about my childhood, where I had been brought up and about my family.

“Ever been married?” he asked.

“No. Not yet.”

He seemed thoughtful about where he might go next with the conversation.

At this point I thought it would be less than honest of me to not tell him what I already knew. “Dr. Marcus…” I said with a pause.

“You’re welcome to call me Jordan,” he put in.

“Thank you. Jordan. I should tell you that I already know something about your school.”

“Oh?” I had his full attention.

“Yes. I am in a relationship with one of your teachers.”

“Oh,” he said cautiously. “May I ask who?”

“Yes,” I answered. “It is Katie Holmes.”

“Katie Holmes is a lovely girl,” he said non-commitally.

“Yes, she is. We got together just a couple of months ago. I thought you should know this, right up front.”

“That’s very forthcoming of you,” he commented.

“Well, I don’t believe in beating around the bush. It’s a waste of your time and of mine,” I said firmly.

“I’m impressed, Alex, I must say.”

I gave him a smile for that. “Thank you.”

“May I ask you what she has said about us?”

“She loves the school, and she loves working here,” I said. “She’s told me the school is very small, and from what I’ve seen of it, it must be very well endowed and very well funded.”

He nodded. “Yes. That is indeed true.”

“The tuition to come here must be extremely high,” I added.

“It can be. In some cases we don’t charge a thing.”

I nodded at that. I wasn’t surprised. “She also told me what I might need to do to get this job.”

He studied me carefully then. “I see.”

There was a pause then and he seemed thoughtful. I probably had put him off and I think he didn’t know quite what to say. Not wanting to embarrass him, I continued, softening my approach.

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Sorry. I just thought I should be honest about that.”

His eyes opened a little in surprise. I think I impressed him again.

“That’s quite all right,” he said openly. “You are quite a lady, Alex.”

I knew immediately I had done the right thing. “Thank you,” I said warmly.

He was thoughtful for another moment, then spoke candidly. “Sorry to be hesitant here. But this is not the way these interviews usually go.”

“I understand perfectly,” I told him.

He nodded. “Just let me regroup for a moment.”

I nodded back to him.

“I’m glad to know that Katie likes her job here.”

“She definitely does.”

“I suppose I should ask just exactly what she has told you about us. Can you be specific?”

I nodded. “All right. She told me that there were eight members of the board of directors. Two of them are women. She told me that on her first interview she slept with two of you. Then she told me that since that time she has slept with all eight. She said that you give her an evaluation every couple of months which includes some sexual encounters. I asked her if this was the case with ALL of the teachers and she said she didn’t know. I asked her if there was any contact between the teachers and the students, and she said she didn’t know about that either.”

He shifted in his chair. I could tell he was thinking hard. “And still you applied for this job,” he commented.

“I had already sent in the application before I knew this. She told me only after I was granted this interview.”

“That must have come as quite a revelation,” he said.

I nodded. “It did. But we both discussed it. I decided to follow through with it.”

“Yes, I see that you have. And that, in itself, is impressive.”

“Thank you again,” I said. “But Katie is my partner and I have very strong feelings for her.”

“But you’ve only been with her for a couple of months?”

“About seven weeks, actually. She has not had an evaluation since we met.”

“Yes, that is true.”

I was waiting for him to ask if it would be a problem for Katie to continue to have ‘evaluations’ while we were in a relationship. He did not ask this, however. At least not at this point. Instead, he retreated somewhat and asked another question.

“I feel that you are well qualified to be a headmistress, Miss Parker. And I believe you would be good at the job. But I must ask you now if you wish to continue with this interview.”

I was taken aback somewhat. It was instantly clear that there would be no concession on his part regarding the prerequisites for my potential employment. I was going to have to put out, and that was that. I answered him carefully.

“I believe I do……, Doctor Marcus.”

Then he said, “You realize I cannot confirm anything until this interview is concluded. And even then, it might require another one.”

“That seems reasonable,” I replied.

“The rest of this interview will probably take up to an hour and a half,” he said. “Maybe two.”

“I have the time,” I stated.

“I will need to make some calls,” he added.

I nodded. “All right.”

“In this case I would like to call two… or three other board members. Can you… agree to that?”

I recognized this as a test. Would I take four at once? Again I nodded. “All right.”

“Three others besides me,” he pressed.

“I’ll handle it,” I said grimly.

He smiled at that. “Again, you have impressed me, Alex.”

I took a breath, but held his gaze. “I do… And I WILL do…, my best.”

He picked up the phone. So it would be a gang-bang. There would be four of them. Katie had only had two. But still there was something arousing about all of this. It was so sinfully wanton. Four people were about to fuck me. I didn’t even know them. Right now I didn’t even know what three of them looked like. But I had to do this in order to get this job. I suppose I should have felt exploited. But I didn’t. My insides began to heat up. And I was wet…



I listened as Dr. Marcus made the first call.

“Is he in?” he said into the phone. “Thank you. Michael. Are you available for an interview? That’s right. Definitely. Yes, I think so. We’re going to have four. That’s right. Can you call Moon? Thanks. See you shortly.”

He hung up and dialed again. “Roger? It’s a go. Yes. Yes, indeed. There will be four of us. I’m hoping so. Good. See you soon.”

“Are they… close by?” I asked meekly.

“Within ten minutes,” he answered.

“Can you…… tell me about them?”

“Certainly. Their names are Roger Van Dyke, Michael Lambert, and Dr. Hiro Moon.”

“Doctor Moon is Asian?” I asked.

“Yes, he is. Is that a problem?”

“No, but it will be a first for me.”

“I think you’ll like him.”

“Are all of them doctors?”

He nodded. “Yes, we all are. Mostly in the field of psychiatry.”

“So you have access to drugs? Medicine?”

He nodded. “It helps in our research,” he said non-commitally.

I just nodded with understanding.

“You did say that Katie knows you’re here?”

“Yes, she does,” I confirmed.

His eyes ran up and down, taking a quick inventory of me as I sat there. “You two would make a good pair, I think.”

“I think we do.”

“She’s definitely an open-minded girl,” he continued.

“She was quite supportive of my being here.”

“I’m glad to know that.” He smiled as he said this. He had a really nice smile. I had no idea what the others would be like, but HE would certainly be enjoyable.

There was a knock at the door and it opened. In walked an Asian man who was taller than most, I think. I stood up as Dr. Marcus did.

“Ahh, Moon. Let me introduce you. This is Alexis Parker. She goes by Alex.”

“Very nice to meet you, Miss Parker,” he said, without a trace of an accent.

“Nice to meet YOU, Doctor Moon.”

He nodded with an appreciative smile.

“Roger and Michael should be here soon.”

“Excellent,” said Dr. Moon. He looked me up and down. “You are a very stunning woman, Miss Parker.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you.” I thought to myself, he hasn’t even seen the back of me yet. Dr. Marcus was standing beside me and I could see him taking in my profile.

They had been very respectful so far and I wondered if that would continue. I had a feeling that it would. But my curiosity was getting to me, however.

“May I ask how this will all happen? Are we doing it here, in this office?”

Dr. Moon deferred to Dr. Marcus. “Yes, we will start in here,” he said. “And there is a bedroom through that door.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Perhaps I should do some explaining,” he continued.

I nodded.

“I hope you will trust us, and put yourself in our hands as much as you can. We are going to try to bring you extreme pleasure. Your satisfaction is also ours. We intend to be very respectful of you, at ALMOST all times. For the purpose of lust there may be some times where that will not be the case. We hope you will not take this personally, but rather we hope that it will enhance your arousal.”

“That sounds… wonderful,” I said softly.

“Are you, by chance, on the pill?”

His question made me tingle.

“I’m not at the moment, actually. But it is a good time of the month for me.”

“We don’t usually cum inside you. But sometimes it happens.”

Again, I felt a flash of heat. This conversation was incredibly stimulating. I wasn’t sure why, but it certainly was. “Where will you cum then?”

He cleared his throat at the boldness of my question. “Well, we mostly prefer to cum on your face. But let me ask you, where would you LIKE us to cum?”

“I would like you to cum wherever it pleases you the most,” I said honestly.

I saw Dr. Moon look at him. His lips pursed. I knew I had made points with that one. Then I had a sudden thought. Cumming on my face….. Hmmmm…… My brows furrowed. I spoke right out before thinking about it. “Will we be….. recording this?”

They looked at each other again.

I found myself looking around the room for anything that might be a camera. If there were any, they were well camouflaged.

Their pause in replying me gave me the answer, and they knew that I knew.

Jordan nodded and said, “We record everything, Miss Parker. For security reasons.”

Dr. Moon looked at him as if he couldn’t believe he just admitted it. I was very glad he did. “Thank you for telling me,” I said cooly.

Then he paused, as though waiting for me to object, or refuse to go on. Dr. Moon said nothing.

I spoke softly, feeling a little more submissive: “I’m still here.”

Dr. Moon looked at Dr. Marcus again, this time his surprise obvious. This time he spoke: “She is perfect.”

His colleague nodded to him. “I agree.” He turned to me. “You are quite a remarkable woman, Miss Parker. Alex……”

“Thank you,” I said for the umpteenth time.

“Do you go by any other names?” he asked.

“Lexi, sometimes,” I said. “And I had one friend who called me Lexus, after the car,” I said with a light smile.

Dr. Marcus smiled back. “I can see the reason. You are both finely appointed.”

I gave him another smile and another thank you.



Just then there was a new knock at the door. This time two men entered, obviously Dr. Roger Van Dyke and Dr. Michael Lambert. Jordan quickly introduced me and I was happy to discover that they were both nice looking, clean cut men.

Roger Van Dyke was a short man, probably five feet seven or less. In contrast, Michael Lambert was probably six foot four or so, towering over his companion. I found myself quickly wondering if he were hung in proportion to his size.

Van Dyke was definitely the more outgoing, as he immediately commented. “Wow!” He looked at his friends, then over to me. “You are really a stunner, Miss Parker,” he said politely.

“Thank you, Dr. Van Dyke,” I replied.

“I will second that,” said Dr. Lambert.

I turned to him and just nodded.

The two new men looked at Jordan and Dr. Moon and asked, “So, what has happened so far?”

“Miss Parker has been briefed,” said Jordan. “And she knows we are recording.”

This seemed to non-plus them and I knew then that they sometimes recorded secretly. I tucked that information away.

“Well, in that case,” said Dr. Van Dyke, “I am very solidly impressed.”

“Same here,” said Dr. Lambert.

Dr. Moon then reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Here we are then, gentlemen,” he said, opening it and extending it toward the others.

Now I watched in quiet awe as Van Dyke reached into the opening and pulled out a small piece of paper. Then Lambert did the same thing.

As Jordan Marcus went next, he explained to me: “We work it all out beforehand so there’s no question as to who is doing what.”

I nodded. “Now it is MY turn to be impressed.”

Dr. Moon was the last to pick and the men looked at their numbers. They put their papers down and turned to me. All four of them. I nearly flushed with the attention.

“We are ready to start if you are,” said Dr. Marcus.

I nodded. “I will, as you said before, put myself entirely in your hands.”

It was the right thing to say.

All four of them closed in on me then, with Jordan on my right, along with Michael. Dr. Moon was on my left and Roger placed himself right in front of me. Wow. I had NEVER felt anything like THIS! All three of the men at my sides took my arms gently. None of them tried to kiss me.

I thought their first order of business would be to take off my clothes, but they had their own agenda. Instead, they guided me, gently for sure, but backwards and toward Jordan’s desk. I quickly figured out where they were taking me and noticed also that the desk was totally cleaned off. I had not noticed this detail before.

They moved me until my butt was against the front edge of the desk.

It was then that a thought occurred to me. I spoke quietly. “Would you like me to struggle a little?” This gave them all pause. They looked at each other.

Jordan nodded. “Perhaps a little.”

I nodded back.

The men on both sides of me began to remove my jacket.

“Wait!” I said. “What are you doing?”

They continued to pull my jacket apart.

“I can’t let you do this,” I said, while at the same time, letting them do it.

I could immediately tell that this was turning on Dr. Van Dyke. His look grew more serious and he reached for the middle button of my blouse.

“You’re…… you’re UNDRESSING me!” I said, still making a point of NOT struggling.

The guys slipped the jacket over my shoulders and began to pull it down. This brought my arms behind my back and it was then that I began to struggle. I pulled against them gently, but the effective result was that I was helping them to remove my outer garment.

“Wait…” I said as my jacket came off.

Dr. Van Dyke’s fingers were trembling, but he was now on the second button. I could also see a bulge in his trousers.

As Jordan laid my jacket neatly across the back of the desk, I pulled gently with both arms.

“You can’t do this…”

Dr. Marcus, Dr. Lambert and Dr. Moon were back at my sides, holding my arms gently as Dr. Van Dyke continued to unbutton me. All of their faces were filled with serious determination as I continued to object, pulling lightly with both arms. But I could tell by their breathing that they were really liking this.

“You can’t DO this……,” I said, in a voice filled with mild and insincere objection.

Dr. Marcus was the first to speak. “It will all be fine, Miss Parker,” he said casually.

Van Dyke was on the last button now. They began to untuck my blouse, and as my navel and bare tummy came into view Roger’s mouth almost watered. The others pulled the fabric from my waistband while he searched for the waistband of my skirt.

“I didn’t say you could do THIS!” I said, putting a little more youth into my voice.

“It will be fine, dear,” said Dr. Moon.

“Oh, I don’t know…”

As my blouse opened up Van Dyke realized that my bra opened from the front and he abandoned the search for my zipper. The bra was easily unfastened, and he pushed the top apart, revealing my breasts.

“My goodness!” he went as his hands cupped both of them. “Beautiful!”

The others finished pulling my blouse out and it hung openly, most of my chest and belly exposed now.

“Ohh, wait!” I told them. “I don’t know about this…...”

I pulled with my arms, even as Dr. Van Dyke’s thumbs brushed across my nipples. I was certain he could feel them hardening.



Surprising me then, Roger pulled his hands away from my chest and lowered in front of me. I continued to pull as he lowered, and Dr. Moon and Dr. Lambert each reached down and began to pull up on the hem of my skirt. I was still standing, but they continued to keep me gently pinned to the front of the desk.

“Wait a minute!” I objected, just a touch more seriously. And of course, they did not wait.

Roger reached under my skirt even as the others lifted it, and found the waistband of my panties, taking both sides in his fingers.

Down they came, slowly but surely, going to the lower part of my thighs.

“Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know…” I stopped struggling for a moment, then started again.

“Jesus!” said Roger, from below my waist.

I could see him admiring the junction of my thighs, my neatly trimmed bush in full view. I paused in my struggles to let him have a good look.

His hands ran up the backs of my thighs and he pulled me away from the desk slightly. I felt his fingers fan out on my butt and I flexed as he tested my mounds.

“Oh…. my…. God….” he droned.

“You can’t do this! You can’t DO this……”

He continued to feel me for a long moment, ignoring my words, as they all were doing. Then he spoke, “Let’s get her up on the desk.”

Again, I stopped my struggle, letting them lift me while they bunched my skirt all the way up to my waist.

The desk was clear with a glass top and it felt cool as my ass came down on it. When my feet came off the floor, my arms reached back and the men steadied me. My hands found the flat surface behind me, and on my right Dr. Lambert took my leg in both his hands. Dr. Marcus still held my right arm. On my left Dr. Moon held both my arm and leg. Dr. Van Dyke then took both my shoes off gently, and finally reached out and pulled my panties the rest of the way off. I was bare below the waist, under my bunched-up skirt. My blouse was wide open and my bra hung downward, my breasts exposed.

Then they pulled my knees apart as Dr. Van Dyke settled in front of me, my buns right on the front edge of the desk. With my body leaning back and both legs stretched and spread, I was like a woman on a gynecologist’s examining table, the business part of me exposed and ready.

“Wait! Wait! What are you doing?” I cried gently, kicking my legs lightly now, unable to do anything with my arms except support myself.

Roger Van Dyke then moved his face deep between my legs. Instinctively I opened to let him.

When his mouth moved against my labia I hissed in a sucking breath. His tongue extended and began to slide along the petals of my pandora, making me shiver from down there right up through my shoulders. As his tongue extended farther and slid between my pink doorway I could no longer act out my little part…… My insides were melting……

“Ohhhh, my…… GOD!!”

No longer could I object……





It felt so good I could barely breathe.

His tongue began to move then, searching and probing, further moistening the already-wet tenderness that he found there.

God, it felt so good!!!

And even though I suspected that this whole thing bordered on criminal, I was nonetheless highly aroused with the lust and the sin of what they were doing to me. Four men at once. I could only imagine it before this. But they surrounded me, for sure, intending to have their way, for sure….. And yet I felt safe. Safe enough, and somehow totally okay with being here, with them, with whatever they were going to do to me……

His tongue sent firey electric bolts into every receptor I had. I knew instantly I was going to cum and it wouldn’t take long. My eyes squeezed shut and my legs extended as Moon and Dr. Marcus supported me.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!” I droned.

Roger had barely started, but he realized what might be happening, and so he attacked mercilessly.

My voice lifted. “Ohhhhhh! GOD!!!! GOD!!!!!”

I felt the other doctors’ hands tighten on my arms.

“Oh, I’m going to cum!” I announced, letting them know.

“Well,” I heard one of them say.

“Jesus,” said another.

It took me suddenly, and the guys all did their job, supporting me completely, keeping me steady as my body lost all control.

My shoulders shook with shudders, my head bucked back and forth and my legs kicked out, as my four male partners carried me through a very intense orgasm.

As it was happening Roger dove into me as deep as he could press his face, his tongue fully extended. I was certain he could feel my cunt constricting against him as my core reeled with the contractions. I writhed and pulled at the men who held me, lost to the power of my out-of-control muscles. This one was so intense it lasted more than twenty delicious seconds, and I was gasping as I came back to reality.

And no sooner had my jerking subsided when Van Dyke and Lambert switched places, and a second man’s face pressed against my womanhood.







He felt similar but different and like that. I still had trouble wrapping my head around this. FOUR of them… I knew they were all here for me. Here to DO me. But it was still incredible… And as my eyes opened and I peeked forward to see this second guy eating me, I knew my second cumming would not take long.

The bigger man’s hands slipped around me and fastened to my hips as he pulled himself into my welcoming venus.

Michael’s tongue made a broad lap from bottom to top, where he found my little button and started to work on it.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!!!” I sobbed.

He pulled and pushed relentlessly, and I surrendered immediately.

“Ohh, yes! I’m gonna cum again!!!” I squeaked.

As my body began to shake, the guys moved in, firmly but lovingly keeping me where I was.

“Ohh! OHH!!!” I squealed, a little bit louder than before.

They all held on however, Michael at my apex and the others at my sides, riding it out with me, giving me just what they said they would.

Michael was steady as a rock, keeping me tight against him and working his tongue as I climaxed around it. He prolonged the feeling for me, and I kicked and bucked just as before.

As I began to calm down, Dr. Marcus slipped away for a moment. When he came back he took up the position between my legs and Michael moved to the back. Number three.

To my surprise, Jordan pressed a warm and damp washcloth against me, warming my entrance, absorbing the excess wetness that had built up. A friendly gesture, I thought this was, and I smiled as I felt it. He was not kneeling, but rather was just stooping forward, leaning down toward my v-spot. He stood up then and handed off the cloth, looking down at my little love nest. He reached for it……

I felt his left hand touching me and he continued by slipping his finger inside me. He went deeper than the previous two tongues, and it made me gasp. He watched me, as though observing my reaction while he planned what to do next.

“We’re going to bring you to orgasm twice more, my dear, then we will start phase two,” he said clinically.

“Ohhh, that’s…… fine……” I gasped breathlessly… helplessly, as he probed. “Whatever… you want……”

“Excellent,” he said softly.



I could tell he was enjoying this as he had a rather devilish smile on his face. But I didn’t mind. It was as expected. He worked his thumb and finger together for a long moment, then he lowered. I held my breath then, waiting for his mouth to touch me.

He moved his arm up then and his head went under. I felt his touch and his tongue also slipped into me. I gasped again, closing my eyes. He began to work me with his tongue and finger at the same time…. He was very good. Obviously well practiced.

He pushed in, moved, then stopped. His finger wiggled, probed, then stopped. It slipped in deeper. Deeper still. His tongue went back and forth. He was everywhere down there.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my head rolling back.

I tried to stay relaxed but my muscles tightened anyway as I felt the approach of my next orgasm.

He knew exactly where to touch and he toyed with me carefully. He brought me to the brink, then backed off, teasing me relentlessly, but purposefully.

“Ohh, Dear God……” I moaned.

He did it again.

“Oh, please…… Please make me cum……” I begged.

"Thaaaaat's what I wanted to hear," he said softly. "Your wish is my command, my dear." With that he started again, this time really attacking me. I knew he would not let up this time. His fingers were steady, with his thumb on my g-spot, while his tongue pushed in as deep as it could go, lapping up, down and sideways.

In less than fifteen seconds I was there, and my back arched as I began to lose control again. This time the spasm was so intense that my hands left the desktop and I grabbed Jordan’s head, engulfing him between my thighs, relying on Dr. Moon and Dr. Lambert to support my back. My blouse and bra still hung wide, revealing my front, while my skirt was still bunched around my hips.

They were right on the spot and I felt their touch on each of my shoulder blades, helping me stay upright as I came hard in Jordan’s face.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” I gasped in desperation, my entire core pulsating around my third partner as my legs kicked out again and again.

Dr. Marcus kept his tongue moving in spite of the fact that I was nearly smothering him. His right hand was on the high part of my ass, and he was pulling me into him, just as I was doing to him.

My chest heaved with desperate pantings as I gave myself to it, feeling my insides continue to detonate with the physical trauma of climax. But the release was exquisite, and I was never more grateful for being a woman.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!” I went until I ran out of breath.

Finally, finally, I was finished and relaxed my shoulders as I sighed deeply one last time. I released Jordan’s head and put my hands back again. The others were still there for me, touching and caressing now, their fingers gentle as they pulled my blouse open a little more.

Dr. Marcus eased away, and as smoothly as ever he switched places with Dr. Moon.

As partner number four moved in I reflected for a moment. Never in my life had I come so many times in such a short period. And we were just beginning. How many orgasms would I have with these guys? Four in one night would be a record for me, and they hadn’t even started to fuck me yet. I was certain I would cum when that began. But as of now I wasn’t even fully undressed!

As Dr. Moon looked down at my fully exposed jennies, I noticed he had something in his hand. It was silver and smooth and I recognized the shape. It was a vibrator. My heart stopped at the prospect of feeling it penetrate me.

But alas, that was not to be.





As he stooped and scooted up to me, he switched on the little machine and pushed it against my bush. My breathing became more rapid. The vibrations were instant and they were sending shivers up and down my spine.

Dr. Marcus moved in closer on my left and Roger and Michael pressed me from the right. I just closed my eyes and nodded.

Moon kept the dildo at the top of my slit, finding my g-spot, then moving in with his mouth. My first Asian, I thought as he tasted me.

Like the others, Dr. Moon was different, even though he was doing the same thing to me. I had been eaten before, but never like this. Never by four different men. Never with such variety.

The vibrator took my breath away. It was relentless. It was lovely.

I tried to calm myself. To make it last. Relax, relax. But it didn’t work. It couldn’t.

Moon moved the vibrator up toward my navel, but keeping it on my skin, and pressing his face in harder. His mouth widened and he sucked inward, sealing my entire entrance and trying to pull it into his mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” I mewed.

He plunged in with his tongue again and brought the machine back to my clit. He pushed it hard.

“Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus!!!” I moaned. I moved one hand then the other, letting the men support me again as I surrounded the Asian doctor’s head with my fingers.

His head was bigger and rounder than the others, and he had a full head of dark hair. But he was every bit as eager as the rest, and I could tell on no uncertain turns that he was enjoying what he was doing to me.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he went as he tongued my pink petals.

He leaned back then, peering at my genitals, then spreading them to expose my little button. My hands were still on his head, but he never looked up at me, only focusing on his target. Seeing it, then laying it wide open and exposed, he placed the vibrator right on it. He pressed it down again, keeping it firm.

“Ohhhhhh!!!!” I shuddered.

That was when he looked up at me. And he got the show that he wanted. I came almost immediately. My head rolled back once more and my eyes squeezed shut while a giant tremor shook me, ripping through my entire being. I lost complete control and the men had to work hard to support me, again.

I’m sure Dr. Moon saw my tender cunt go into its throbbing little dance, as he watched it without using his tongue for a long moment. I was still clinging to his head with both hands, my fingers full of his dark hair. His eyes lingered on my throbbing little genny as it danced uncontrollably for him… When he had seen enough, he moved back into me and I welcomed him between my legs with exquisite relief. His mouth went right back to work. It was like a double whammy for me and I nearly screamed at the jolt of his tongue moving deep again.

The vibrator came off and only his tongue was there as I finished my throes of lustful passion. My bodily heavings were just subsiding when I opened my eyes to see something new.

On my right Dr. Van Dyke was now holding the vibrator up, moving it toward my face. Instantly I knew its destination. My mouth opened quickly and I leaned toward it.

It was quickly inserted and I closed my lips around it, sucking gently and bringing my right hand up to help guide it.

My fingers wrapped around Roger’s and together we pumped the little machine in and out of my mouth as I tasted my own sexuality.

I was in a very intense ‘zone’ of passion at this point and they could all sense that I was totally in their control. Four orgasms had made me putty in their hands. I would do annnnything.

They moved patiently and carefully, however, easing me back into a sitting position on the edge of the desk. They moved back a little bit, and it was then that I noticed the camera. Dr. Marcus was holding it, focusing on me as I sat, now unattended, on the front edge of his desk.

Instantly I was embarrassed. My skirt was up, my blouse pulled open and my bra hanging loosely. I felt totally disheveled. The room was quiet. None of them spoke. The camera moved in closer, aimed right at my face. My lips surrounded the dildo, still about two inches into my mouth.

I closed my eyes, unable to face the camera. My look was grim as I fought back the urge to object. But I knew they wanted this, so I let them have it. I sat there, silently enduring, breathing softly, eyes closed now, fighting a feeling of humiliation as they recorded this very personal moment. How long would this go on……?

I focused on the hard plastic rod. I sucked on it.

They pumped it a little, not too deep, but just enough for me to work it.

Then they eased the pole out and just kept filming, just my face, recording me as I panted with the aftermath of four orgasms…

Finally, I mustered up the courage to open my eyes. I glanced at the camera, then at each of them, unable to shake the embarrassed look from my face. They were certainly looking for submission, which was not my usual role. I felt my eyes beginning to well up and I closed them quickly.

“Thank you,” I said, giving in to them. “Please…… let’s keep… going...”

“We’re just testing you, my dear,” said Jordan Marcus. “And you’re doing brilliantly.”

I sighed then. “Thank you,” I repeated.

They kept the camera on me, as I sat perfectly still, breathing softly and waiting. It seemed like a near eternity for me, but finally the other three doctors moved in and quietly surrounded me. As their hands touched my clothing, I realized they were going to finish undressing me.

“Let’s get you off the desk, my dear,” said one of them.

I let them help me move, and slipped off the desk, standing in front of it in my bare feet. That last part had been the toughest……





The three of them toyed with my blouse and skirt as Jordan filmed from the front.

They moved incredibly slowly, and Jordan moved in closer with the camera and began to speak:

“So, tell me, Alex,” he asked from behind the camera, “How old were you when you first had intercourse?”

His tone was casual and almost clinical. I instantly knew where this was going. I was going to be asked a lot of personal information. I was not sure if they were planning to humiliate me again, or were just curious. But I had given myself freely so far, and would continue to do so.

“I was nineteen,” I answered. As I spoke my blouse was pulled back over my shoulders.

“And who were you with?” he asked lightly.

I hesitated then.

“Please be honest,” he pressed.

“I was with an uncle.”

“And how old was he?” he asked.

“He was forty-two.”

“And was it consensual?”

“Yes, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“I was a little hesitant, but he talked me into it. I think I wanted him to,” I admitted. “It was a good time of the month for me, and time to go…… active.”

“Good for you,” said Dr. Marcus. “That must have been nice for him. Did you do it more than once?”

“Yes. We did. I was exclusive with him for over six months.”

My blouse was pulled down my arms.

“Very nice for him.”

“Yes, he was good for me. I went away to college after that, and he let me go gracefully.”

“And did he introduce you to oral sex?”

I nodded. “Yes. He did.”

My blouse was off now, and the guys were easing my bra straps over my shoulders.

“And were you nervous the first time for that?”

“Yes. Very. But he coached me through it.”

“And did you swallow?” came the big question.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Good girl,” he patronized.

“I was nervous about that too,” I admitted. “But it was just, there, and… I just did it without thinking. I’m so glad I did.”

As my bra was pushed backward there was a pause while they all looked at my breasts, even though my bra was still dangling on my forearms. A second smaller camera moved closer from the side.

“That’s the way it should be.”

“I suppose so,” I nodded, looking at the camera, which was right in front of my face. I realized that he was zeroing in on my mouth, so I opened a little to let him record it.

“Lovely,” he said, pausing there.

I touched lower lip with my tongue.

He backed off slowly, then asked, “How about…… sodomy?”

“Yes. But only once,” I said. “It was not my favorite.”

“Uncomfortable?”

I nodded.

“Who was that with?”

“It was on a date,” I said. “I was slightly drunk and he surprised me.”

“How about interracial? Have you been with a black guy?”

I nodded again. “Yes. He was the one I just mentioned. He did me anally.”

“Was that a first date?” Jordan mused.

I looked at him. “Yes.”

My bra was off now and I was completely bare-chested. It felt a little weird since they were all mostly dressed. But the temperature was comfortable, and this was my role, so it was all right. They started working on my skirt. The last garment.

“And how about multiple partners?” he asked. “What’s the largest number you’ve ever been with?”

“That would be right now,” I answered honestly. “Before this I’ve been with two men at once. We did that twice.”

“So, you enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “Yes, I did. I think because it was a little less personal. That turned me on somehow.”

“And is THIS turning you on?”

I looked straight at him, past the camera. “Very much so. Whether I get the job or not, I’m liking the interview.”

“This, ah, this “information gathering” we do, may be the hardest part of it,” he said.

“Maybe,” I said with a nod. “But it’s all right.”

“We really do want to know you very well…”

“I understand.”

My skirt dropped to the floor and I stepped out of it. I was completely nude. They were all partially dressed. I was totally and completely on display……

Then Dr. Marcus lowered the camera for a moment, walked over to a door and opened it. I could see a decent sized room through the opening.

He raised the camera again. “Now…… Let’s bring you into the bedroom.”

Dr. Van Dyke offered me his hand and I took it.

He led me as Dr. Lambert and Dr. Moon followed. Fully dressed men leading a naked woman into the bedroom. It was definitely a statement full of promise… And lust.

We went through the doorway into the bedroom. It was spacious, well decorated, with a single bed in the center of it. I thought of how many women might have been taken to this bed.

I was led right up to it, and I climbed on, hands and knees.

The camera was placed on a tripod, but somehow I knew there were many other cameras running.

I moved around so I could see them all better, kneeling, then sitting back on my calves.

All four of them began to undress. My heart beat faster now, as I watched them, knowing I was about to see all four of them in the raw. Now I was bubbling with excitement.







And so, they were observing me as I watched them, and the anticipation was breathtaking. Their clothes came off quickly. The room was totally quiet but for the rustling sounds of belts being unbuckled, zippers coming down and buttons opening.

It was surely a unique experience for me, kneeling naked on a bed, surrounded by four men undressing in order to take turns fucking me. Four guys……

And as their pants finally came down and their rods swung into the open, my heart nearly stopped from the sight of it. All of them were already semi-erect, which was a huge compliment to me. And they were now standing nearly shoulder to shoulder while a look of pure amazement crossed my face.

“What an incredible sight!” I said openly to them.

Then again, Dr. Marcus spoke first, leading the way. “Alex my dear,” he said frankly, “we do have one small bit of business we need to take care of first.”

“Oh?” I replied.

“Yes, sort of. We just need some form of evidence that shows you are willing, and that this is not happening under duress.”

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“We thought perhaps we could get an image of you with each one of us in your mouth…. with …. maybe a gesture from you…… showing willingness on your part.”

I grinned at him, my look somewhat sheepish. “I can do that,” I said with a nod.

“Excellent,” he said. With that he picked up the second camera, holding it in his hand as he aimed it my way.

I straightened up onto my knees and scooted toward the foot of the bed. The mattress was incredibly firm. And as I approached the edge, Roger stepped toward me.

Jordan zoomed the camera in as the two of us came together and Roger’s pole was stiffening even more as I brought my hands up to cradle it. I bent forward then and opened, extending my tongue while Dr. Van Dyke leaned toward me.

As the cockhead came to rest on my tongue, I extended and curled it, cradling the knob as I turned my eyes toward the camera. I smiled then and there could be no doubt to any witness that I was willing to be here.

I paused here for a moment, letting the camera take it in, then I eased more forward, slipping the shaft slowly between my lips. I sucked gently for a moment and was rewarded with a twitch from my partner, whose cock was approaching rock-hardness.

I slid back slowly then, easing myself off and making ready to take the next guy.

And so, I took each one of them in my mouth, posed and smiled for the camera while doing so. In one case I did a thumbs up and in another I made the ‘okay’ sign. They were quite happy and thought this was perfect and would do the job.

“You are coming in with flying colors so far, Alex. Are you ready for the next phase?” asked Dr. Marcus.

“I am if it includes penetration,” I said. “I need someone or something inside me… soon.”

“We’ll be happy to help you with that.”



And then they gave me exactly what I wanted. Penetration. They were careful and they were patient, but they were also eager and passionate, considerate and respectful. They all had considerable staying power. Probably from lots of practice. But we used every position in the book as far as I knew. From standing to sitting to lying down, we used the bed, the walls and the floor, and most of the time I was being touched by more than one of them. Frequently it was all of them.

And it was well planned and perfectly orchestrated. They moved efficiently from one position to another, and all I had to do was let them guide me. I put myself in their hands as they had suggested, and they would bend me over and enter me, taking turns, pumping in and out, and then move me again, pressing me against the wall or pushing me onto the floor. In every position they screwed me, and I was so into it I came and came again, just letting them take me in every way. I was now a total, fucking, zombie… I was lost. I couldn’t think. I just came. Again and again. Again and again.

I did have one favorite position though. It was on the bed. I was spread-eagled across the mattress with one of them holding both my arms above my head, pinning me gently. At the foot one of them held my right leg, another the left. They kept my legs spread out while the fourth slammed in and out of me, suspending himself above so he could watch my expression. They each banged away until I came, then they rotated, clockwise, alternating positions until each had gone around twice.

I had lost count of the number of my orgasms, but they had not. They had been keeping track carefully, and when the total number hit nineteen, I knew they were building up toward something.

And so, when there was a pause, I was still panting but curious. I was standing and Dr. Marcus stepped up to face me. He came very close, his face a few inches from me. It was then that it dawned on me that not a single one of them had kissed me yet.

It was an interesting thought. And I wondered if it was out of respect for me or something else.

“We have one last thing in mind for our sort of grand finale, Alex,” said Dr. Marcus. “If you’re up for it.”

There was a slight challenge in his eyes and I gave him back the same kind of look. “I’ll do my best,” I promised.

“Well, we call it the four-oh-one,” he said. “It’s where we all take you at the same time.”

I quickly processed what he was saying. I cocked my head slightly to the side. “My ass?”

He nodded.

“My mouth?”

He nodded again. “And one of your hands,” he said. Then before I could even respond he added, “We will do our very best to make you as comfortable as possible.”

My look softened at his words. “I know you will. And this has been wonnnnnderful. I couldn’t possibly say no to any of you. To be honest I wish my ass was virgin. I’d like one of you to have it the first time.”

Now it was Dr. Marcus whose expression softened. “What a sweet thing to say. And I have one other request,” he said a little shyly.

“What’s that?”

“I would like to kiss you.”

I almost laughed. Had he been reading my mind? “Why not?” I said.

And so, we kissed. Albeit only lightly, but still on the lips, gently. And then I kissed each of the others, one at a time. It was a simple afterthought, but I was nearly certain by now that I would get this job. And I was definitely looking forward to it. I couldn’t wait to talk to Katie……


But let’s go back to the business at hand. I was about to have four guys on me at once. A sandwich, plus another in my mouth. And a fourth in my hand. I had given them the go-ahead to sodomize me. I was still a little uncertain about that but I figured if anyone could make it pleasurable, these guys could. At any rate I had made the okay, and I couldn’t back out now.



It was Dr. Moon who moved the cameras this time and Roger turned to me for a moment while Jordan and Michael consulted about something.

“You are a very special lady, Alex,” Roger said to me quietly.

“Thank you, Roger. And thank you for being so respectful. I really appreciate it.”

He gave me a grateful smile. “It’s so much better that way. For all of us.”

“I very much agree with you.”

Jordan and Michael turned toward me then and the former spoke: “So, my dear, did you say you were safe, regarding your time of the month?”

“Yes. I am.”

“So you’re okay if we all cum inside,” he stated.

“Yes. I am,” I repeated.

“We would all like to do it that way, especially this first time.”

“I’m complimented,” I said.

I glanced around again, looking at their nakedness, noting that they were all still semi-erect. And I thought it was indeed a tribute to me that they all wanted to cum inside me instead of pulling out.

So as Dr. Lambert sat down on the bed, I knew that he was going to be in the number one position. I watched him lay himself out with his head near the foot of the bed, slightly to the side.

I took a very deep breath and let it out slowly. I waited……

As Dr. Lambert positioned himself, Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and said, “One last thing…… if anything gets to be too much for you… just say the word ‘Rover’, and we’ll stop. Okay? That is your safe word.”

“Rover?” I said with a smile and a lift of my eyebrow.

He nodded. “Rover. As in the dog.”

My first reaction to the use of a dog’s name for a safe word was that it was meant to be somewhat light. But immediately I realized that they took this seriously and I was warmed by them wanting to GIVE me a safe word.

I nodded to him and then said, “I’ll remember.”



As Michael proned himself on the bed and I moved toward him, Roger Van Dyke got onto the bed behind me. Dr. Moon stood near the foot while Jordan moved himself to the side of the mattress.

It was now obvious that Dr. Van Dyke would take my ass, that Moon would be in my mouth and Jordan would get my hand.

As I got ready to take Dr. Lambert inside me I looked at Jordan and said, “If you can hold back, once I have finished swallowing Dr. Moon, I will take you in my mouth.”

Dr. Moon nodded in agreement and Jordan said, “That would be wonderful.”

We were just about set. I scooted to the proper spot, flexed my legs and rose, then guided Dr. Lambert’s penis head to my entrance. He was definitely hard and ready now.



I began to descend, moving slowly, taking Dr. Lambert inside me. My sense of anticipation was a little different now, for this time I would be taking all four of them. Fusing with Dr. Lambert would be just the beginning. Still, I relished the feeling of the hardened shaft filling my empty sheath. This was, after all, what this part of my anatomy was meant for.

I made a half smile as I took him, going down right to the hilt, which fit perfectly as my buns rested on his loins and upper thighs.

The rest of them waited patiently for me to complete this part.

Roger was going next, I was certain, and as he began to scoot toward me on the bed I bent forward, putting my hands out.

He scooted behind me, to where my ass was exposed and vulnerable.

Then Roger spoke to Jordan: “Why don’t you zoom in with both cameras for a close-up of this?” he suggested. “The front camera can pick up her facial expression.”

I did not see any front camera, and assumed it was hidden. I looked around curiously as to where it might be and Jordan caught my purpose.

“Just look toward that cupboard door, Alex,” he said. “That’s where it is.”

He pointed toward a free standing piece of furniture against the wall that had a louvered door. I could see a pattern in the way it was carved and I guessed which spot held the lens. I looked straight at it.

As I kept my head facing forward and my body on hands and knees, I felt a presence gathering around my backside. I heard the top popping off some kind of jar and I felt fingers touching my ass.

“Wow, she’s got a pretty one, that’s for sure,” I heard Roger say. “It’s like a perfect little flower.”

“It sure is,” agreed Jordan. “Let me zoom in for an extreme close-up.”

I was pleased that they thought my asshole was attractive, but I said nothing in response to this unusual compliment. I was sure they were seeing this part of me closer up than I ever had, so I would take their word for it.

Then Roger spoke, “Okay, Ms. Alex Parker, you remarkable and beautiful young woman, I’m going to prep you. And I’m going to be as careful and gentle as I can.”

I nodded. Breathless, on hands and knees, I huffed, “Go ahead.”

Then I felt a gob of something slippery being placed right on my little poop-chute, and they spread it along the little valley.

Next I felt a finger being placed right on the opening, and a sudden downward pressure stretched the tiny ring slowly open.

My breath sucked in, aghast at the feel of it.

My sphincter reacted automatically by squeezing its visitor.

I tried to force myself to relax, even as the finger paused.

“Incredibly tight,” Dr. Van Dyke commented.

“Yes, I can see it flexing,” replied Dr. Marcus.

As they paused I took a couple of deep breaths. It wasn’t that bad. I just was not used to it.

Dr. Lambert moved slightly, and I was reminded of his presence below me. As well as his cock inside me. And now there was a finger in my ass as well. They really had me, that was for sure. I just kept my face toward the hidden camera.

“I’m going to go a little deeper now, hon,” said Roger. “Nice and slow. Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said breathlessly.

Most of the pressure so far was right at my anal ring, and while still uncomfortable, that seemed to be adjusting pretty quickly. He rotated his finger, first to the left, then to the right, then pushed a little deeper. Then I began to feel an inner pressure that I hadn’t known before.

“That’s good,” said the doctor. “I’m pretty deep now and she seems to be taking it well.”

“Do you want to add some more lube?” asked Jordan.

“Yes, I think so.”

His finger withdrew and I felt another gob being applied. The finger pushed it in again and I gasped once more, a little softer this time.

Again his finger rotated, still being gentle, and I practiced relaxing my ass as much as possible. My next visitor would be much larger and much more aggressive.

As the finger began its retreat, Dr. Van Dyke said, “That should do it, I think.”





Both he and Jordan backed off a little then and I stayed perfectly still as Roger repositioned himself behind me. Not a word was said at this point, but I knew Jordan was aiming a camera at the point of penetration. It was quite evident that they had done this before, as Roger’s hands came down on the mattress beside me, suspending himself.

Dr. Lambert’s arms went around me then, and he pulled me down into his embrace. I lowered, turning my head and placing my cheek against his chest.

“Yessss… Perfect….” he said softly.

Dr. Van Dyke shifted and adjusted and I felt his presence above me as he got set to back-door me. I could feel his warm breath over my head.

Then I felt the bulbous head of his erection touching the valley between my butt-cheeks. He guided it along slowly and blindly, as though searching for an invisible target that he knew was there.

It did not take him long to find it and I was impressed once again. These men… these doctors… were very good at this. I wondered how many interviews and how many evaluations had been done on this very bed. I wondered how many had been interviewed and NOT gotten the job. Would I be one of those? Not that it mattered now.

His voice shattered my reverie. “Here we go now, dear,” he said.

I nodded silently.

I felt the pressure against my anus.

It stretched again.

I winced.

Wider this time.

This was it!

I lifted my head just slightly, straightening it.

He pushed harder.

My teeth clenched.

Jesus!

I lowered my head again and pressed my forehead into Dr. Lambert’s chest.

“OHHHHH!!!!” I cried out.

God this was big……

Wider, wider, wider……

“OHHHHH! JESUS……” I cried again, louder.

And then I felt it. The crown was in. I felt the flange slip under, inside the ring of my asshole. I had the head!

The lube was incredibly helpful at this point, and the shaft slid deeper as I fought to relax my back door to let this visitor in.

Muscle memory is a very strong instinct, and my little shitter gripped the hardened pole like a human vice. My backside screamed with denial. But the act was unstoppable now, and Van Dyke pushed deeper as I gasped and panted.

Dr. Lambert took my shoulders then and lifted me slightly, and my head came off his chest. I quickly got the idea. They wanted my face recorded, rather than hidden from view. I turned my face toward the spot I knew held the camera, but my eyes were tightly closed and I winced at the discomfort I was experiencing. My neck muscles were taut and I couldn’t help but cry out one more time.

“OHHHHHH!!!”

My voice must have given them pause, as Dr. Van Dyke stopped pushing for the moment. I was thankful for the breather and I sucked in air desperately three times before nodding. “Keep…… going……” I exhaled breathlessly.

I knew the words would please them and Roger resumed his invasion right away. “We’re almost there, dear,” he assured me as I mewed again.

With the cock of Dr. Lambert already inside me and Roger’s filling my asshole, I was feeling quite engorged down below. Still there was a sense of enormous satisfaction at having two male members in my body at the same time. This was a new way for me… Although it was physically uncomfortable, the mental aspect of this gave me an enormous rush and I felt a tingle throughout my body. He probably had three or so inches of his muscle inside me when I knew I was going to cum. It was building quickly, and I wanted them to know about it.

So, I tipped my head back and gasped outwardly, “I’m… going to cum! I… HAVE TO!!!”

I was conscious of their camera and kept my face turned that way as I felt my release begin. I gave it up helplessly, feeling my lower unit quiver, sending shock waves up my back and down my legs. My head snapped forward at the peak of it and my voice pleaded helplessly while my muscles detonated mercilessly.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” I squealed.

The two men held me, touching gently, letting me ride through it, enjoying the sight of my ecstasy. They kept both their erections inside me, in spite of my uncontrolled tremors. That was a feat in itself. I didn’t want to throw them off, but my spasms must have made it seem that way.

They waited patiently for me to finish. I shook and shuddered from the aftershocks for a long moment. But when I was finished, I nodded, giving them the go-ahead to resume.



The pressure began again. Roger restarted his pushing. My mouth opened and my eyes squeezed shut. My fingers gripped the sheets on the bed and my teeth clenched. But I did not object. They would have me. They would put a big hard erection up my ass…...

I want to say that it hurt, but in a way it did not. And if it did, it was a good hurt, a satisfying hurt. To be in the center of them, of all of them, was still enormously rewarding. Even though sodomy was not my thing, there was something about the pure lust of this that that made me want it. I was almost eager to complete this tryst. It would be a lifetime experience for me.

But the pressure was really building now and my eyes moistened as I squinted with discomfort. It felt like I had a baseball bat up my butt. And of course, the other cock was still fully immured.
But then he stopped. "That's good enough for now," he said.
“Oh…,” I gasped.
"You're doing perfectly dear. Couldn't be better." Then he said, “Are we ready then?”

I could feel Jordan moving on the bed, to a position directly below us. From there he had been recording the double penetration, getting both cocks at the same time.

"All set here,” said Michael from below me.
"We are good down here too," said Jordan.

"Fine. Michael, you start moving her, and I will follow along."

"Got it. Here we go."

I felt Michael's hands on my hips and I flexed my legs to help him as he slowly lifted me. His cock retreated and I rose, with Roger’s rod still embedded in my ass. Even though I was the center of all this, they had complete artistic control, and I made no move other than what they wanted.

Roger was not only virile but in remarkable shape. He suspended himself effortlessly, on his hands and feet, following right along with us.

Michael took me more than halfway up the length of his shaft before reversing. As he brought me back down I shuddered at the fullness I felt. Roger stayed inside me and did not move his erection until the third stroke. Once he got the rhythm however, he began to pump, making a short but deliberate push.



And so, I rode with the two of them, going up and down, feeling their hardness in both my openings. To say I have never felt anything like this would be such an understatement. It was out of this world, the sensation of being double-riveted.

The burning at my back door turned to a mild smolder as I begin to adjust. Roger was working his way in deeper, slowly but surely, driving his cockhead into my depths with practiced determination. And as his depth increased, I hardly even noticed……

As soon as he had achieved enough depth he lowered his body against my back and I felt the two of them pressing me into their sandwich.

And then, even before the two of them really got started, they slowed. Immediately I felt another presence, and opened my eyes to see Dr. Moon standing in front of me and Jordan at my side. Both of them had their erections pointing right at my face.

Dr. Lambert’s hands came up from below and gave my shoulders support. This freed both my hands, especially my right.

As they closed in, I leaned to the right, placing myself directly in front of Dr. Moon. Jordan moved closer to my right side and I lifted my hand and found his penis, wrapping my fingers around it. After getting a firm grip on his shaft I turned forward and opened my mouth. Dr. Moon leaned forward just as I did, and his rod slipped past my lips.

My mouth closed around him.

I hadn't really given this that much thought, but now, having all four of them at one time was truly remarkable. I honestly never thought that it would give me such a sense of power and satisfaction. But for one woman to take four men at once is definitely a life-changing event. I would never forget this now. My insides nearly burst with the sense of it. Four guys at once……

As naturally as ever I began to move, starting with my hand then using my head, too. I slid up and down their rods, moving slowly and carefully at first. But I wanted to respond in any way that I could.

No sooner had I started than Dr. Lambert and Dr. Van Dyke began to move again also. All five of us…. We were now together….

My front door was sliding up and down smoothly, no problems there. My back door however, was still very tight, even though it was definitely adjusting to its invader. And I let them determine the rhythm and altered my hand and mouth movement accordingly.

The feel of each one of them was unique and different, and I noted the contrast. My hand, my mouth, my cunt and my asshole each had their own unique sensations as they engulfed a male penis.

I remained active in this engagement but I would leave the ultimate control up to them. I would just continue to be their willing mate… their submissive partner……

The first concern, I was sure, was what was happening down below. That would determine the rest. I would just keep going and wait to see.

And it was really Dr. Van Dyke who was the main player at this point. It was he who needed to make the final adjustments before he could really get going. Nonetheless I got the impression that Roger was very practiced at this. He never faltered he just kept going and his experience paid off for all of us.

In and out, in and out, the cocks kept ramming into me……

My God, my God, I was trembling with the anticipation at this point.

Five adults moving together. Four men, me the only woman. Everything consensual. All for the purpose of lust and physical pleasure. We moved together, all of us having the same goal, the same purpose, the same desire. Pure physical pleasure. We worked to find our harmony as our naked bodies pushed and rocked, rolled and received. I was SO glad I had said yes.





And by this time, I can honestly say that my backside was fully adjusted to its onslaught, and although it was still not perfectly comfortable, I was able to accept the ever-deepening thrusts of my anal partner. But the satisfaction of taking a cock so deep up my ass far outweighed any discomfort I had. Being butt-fucked might just become part of my repertoire after all.

Roger and Michael were now working together, and their thrusts were timed perfectly, driving in together then retreating simultaneously. For me the sensation of that was incredible, as they filled both orifices, gorging me like never before. I wondered if there might be a visual bulge down below, although there was no way I could see.

My right hand I kept moving easily but I was so breathless that I had to pull my mouth off Dr. Moon frequently, just to catch my breath. I tried breathing more through my nose, but I couldn’t get enough air. I would move right back onto him of course, but I couldn't help releasing him every few strokes.

Dr. Moon did not seem to mind however, in fact I think it excited him. He remained perfectly rigid and he caressed my hair lightly with his right hand.

I did the best I could.

Michael and Roger were pumping me steadily now, banging my cunt and my butthole ruthlessly, and without remorse. Michael's shaft went deep, right to my stops, while Roger’s pushed so deep into my ass that his hips pressed my buttocks each time. The two of them were like a pair of machines. Fucking machines. There was nothing gentle about what they were doing anymore.

Finally, I was breathing so hard I could no longer take Dr. Moon into my mouth at all. It was all I could do to place my cheek against his shaft and hold it there. He seemed to be satisfied with this however, watching me intently, still stroking my head. He and Jordan looked on intently as I breathed hard and then harder. At this moment in fact, heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. All five of us. Just panting.

My right hand was also hardly moving but I did keep my fingers around Jordan's tool. He remained completely hard.

Our mutual passion was building toward a climax now and my entire body tingled as I felt the excitement of it. Down below we were almost there. I would soon be taking sperm.

I now began crying out with each stroke, taking their penetrations with ever growing sounds.

“OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!” I cried.

Their pounding continued.

“OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH!”

They kept on going……

I was glowing and moist from the exercise.

“OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH!”

Jesus!



It was Dr. Van Dyke who went off first. And this surprised me. He had been cool and collected up until now but when he spoke I could hear the passion and his voice. I could sense that he did not give up his control easily, but this time was different. I could tell from his voice that he was over the edge.

"Jesus, guys, I'm there already. Can't hold back."

“OHHH!!” I went.

My fingers tightened on Dr. Marcus.

The guys kept moving.

I glanced down at Dr. Lambert. His jaw was set. He was really concentrating.

Then suddenly I knew why.

Roger took over then. He abandoned the steady rhythm the two of them had and started to move all by himself.

Going much faster now he rammed his rod up my butt feverishly, pumping with a desperation that would bring him off for sure.

He pounded me harder, harder, harder!

“OH!-OH!-OH!-OH!-OH!”

I felt his shaft twitch.

"Here it goes!"

I cried out again. “OH!-OH!-OH!”

My head lifted.

He grunted. “UNNHH!!!”

“OHHH! OHHH!!!”

I felt the first spurt!

"Jesus! I'm cumming!!! In her ass!!!!"

“OHH!!!!!!”

Her ass? I thought as I cried out again. Talk about impersonal…. But still there was something really sexual about it.

The sperm was pouring in. I could feel it in my asshole as he unloaded.

“I’m cumming too!” said Michael from below me.

Then they both thrust into me hard, holding themselves deep, spewing their spunk into both my doorways as they sandwiched me, crushing my naked female body between them.

I lost it completely.

“OHHH! OH MY GOD!!!!! OHHHHHH!!!!!” I went.

My own orgasm hit me like a nuclear warhead, without any warning at all. My lower unit just imploded, squeezing them with a frenzy, tightening on them with everything I had. It almost hurt.

“SHE’S CUMMING!” went someone.

I cried out again, gasping for air, feeling the detonation spreading outward through my body.

“OHHH! OHHHHH!!! NNNNNNNNNN!!!!!” I wailed, nearly screaming.

It felt like every muscle of my body lost control. I shuddered and bucked and jerked.

My hand released Jordan and my face moved away from Dr. Moon.

I was like a wounded animal in the final throes of death, my entire being succumbing to its passion.

My arms flailed and suddenly my hands were gripped by someone’s. I squeezed back hard, trying to hold on……

I could still feel the sperm from two cocks entering me and the idea of that intensified the lust I was feeling. My body bucked and bucked and bucked between the two men.

And then as the first wave of contractions began to ease, my body settled into a warm and sensational high, and I rode the throes like a cowgirl, staying on top as I let the waves carry me on and on and on.

My cunny and my asshole kept up their throbbings, squeezing my two partners gratefully, bringing them right along with me as we came together in near-perfect harmony.

And the very moment I regained enough control of my bodily functions I turned back toward Dr. Moon and Dr. Marcus. Still riveted to both of the other cocks I reached out for Jordan and raised my head as Dr. Moon eased closer.

As my hand wrapped around one hard pole, my mouth opened to take the other. I could now concentrate on these two guys, letting Lambert and Van Dyke watch from where they were.



My head began to bob, but my fingers stayed reasonably still, so as not to bring Jordan off prematurely. There was no reason for a lot of fanfare at this point as we had already had a lot of foreplay. I just moved into a steady sucking rhythm, determined to bring Dr. Moon off in my mouth right away.

He was ready for it, and kept himself still and stable, as I moved my head. His hands touched me lightly, one on my head the other on my bare shoulder, and I moved to a quicker pace almost right away.

He understood perfectly and his breathing quickened as my mouth moved faster.

Dr. Marcus was still hard, but not rock hard, and I prayed he would hold back until I was completely finished with Moon.

And then the Asian doctor grunted. “Almost there, guys…… God she’s perfect…”

“MMMM!!” I went, moving even faster.

“Oh! Yes!” he exclaimed.

I felt his cock twitch.

Then suddenly, there it was!

The first jet was a strong one, and it hit my hard palate, then cascaded toward the back of my throat. The second spurt quickly followed, and it was time for me to get going.

I stopped moving then, retreating to an inch or so behind his crown.

I swallowed immediately.

“Ullllp,” came the sound.

It was, of course, more difficult to swallow with an erection in my mouth, but I had learned a good technique for this.

Using my tongue, I threw back the first of it, swallowed quickly, then scooped up the next spurt as it poured in. So, I made a series of rapid gulps, trying to keep up with the spurts as they came.

“Ulllp… Ulllp… Ulllp… Ulllp…”

I wanted to get every drop of him, so I didn’t move back until he moved first. But as soon as he did, I pulled back, swallowing one last time before turning to the right. It worked out perfectly, as I was able to encase Dr. Marcus before anything else happened.

I sank down on him quickly, knowing I could relax at this point. There was no need to rush now. I would let HIS needs determine the pace from here on.

He moved slowly toward the front of me as Dr. Moon got out of the way, letting me face a more natural position.

Dr. Moon moved in right away with a camera, and began to pan along my naked body. Lambert and Van Dyke were still hard, and they were not moving now.

He panned the camera down and back, coming back to my head, where he paused. I stopped for a moment, letting him focus and get a close-up. Then I began moving again, slowly at first……

As I resumed bobbing on Jordan, I had a feeling. Call it female intuition if you will, but something told me he might not be cumming in my mouth. And as I picked up the pace I knew there was no time to discuss it. I readied myself for whatever……

And my instincts were right on the money. I could feel him growing harder and harder as he fucked my face methodically. And it hit me just what his intention would be. It made perfect sense, with the camera zoomed in so close. Dr. Marcus was planning to come on my face.

And I also knew it would be the most appropriate climax for our little gathering.

We were moving together now, my head going back and forth as he rocked his hips, his fingers tightening slightly on my head as he pumped.

He was getting close. I could feel his hardness. As he pushed the pace up one more notch I decided just to keep my head stable and let him control the action.

It worked well.

He held my head a little tighter and pumped his crown all the way back to my stops, making a short, rapid stroke that brought him quickly to a rock-hard state.

“Guk! Guk! Guk! Guk! Guk!” came the sound as he pounded back firmly.

It was mildly uncomfortable, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. And I was right. He suddenly retreated, pulling back, all the way out of my mouth and holding his penis in one hand.

The other was on my head, but I knew his intention, so I tipped my head back and waited for it.

His fingers eased on my head as he realized that I knew what he was planning. I tipped back more, as far as I could.

He cut loose with the first spurt.



It hit the side of my nose and I jerked slightly in response to it. He aimed higher then, getting me right between the eyes on his second spurt.

The warm wetness spread both directions then, and I kept my face forward for him, letting his spunk rain down on me.

The camera was only inches from our exchange, and Moon was right behind it, keeping things focused. I knew it would be good.

He hit me with a third and a fourth shot, spreading it around, decorating my features with the white slivers. I did my best to keep my head up, and I opened my mouth in case he wanted some to go in there.

As he finished, he slipped his knob back between my lips, letting the last bit of it fall into my mouth.

I waited for a moment to make sure he was finished, then I released him and swallowed.

It was done.

I had finished all four of them. Wow! More than wow…… My God, my God……

Katie would be pleased.

But…, would I get the job? At this point I didn’t even care that much. This was the experience of a lifetime.

All was quiet now, and Jordan put his hand under my chin to support me. I think this was also the signal to the others, as Dr. Van Dyke slid backward, pulling his cock out of my ass.

I was now able to right myself, so I leaned back, still straddling Dr. Lambert.

The cum still clung to my face, and Dr. Moon kept the camera aimed at me as I made ready to lift off his compatriot.

“You look absolutely beautiful, my dear,” said Jordan. “Would you like to see?”

I nodded, closing my eyes, then opening them again.

A large hand mirror was held up in front of me and I looked at my reflection. There was some jiz in both my eyes, but I could see through it and my face was quite a picture. Cum on my forehead, in my eyebrows, my eyes, nose, cheeks, and even some falling from my chin.

These men definitely knew how to make a red-hot video.

“And I think, that’s a wrap!” said Dr. Marcus.



There was a bathroom adjoining this bedroom, and I was led toward it.

“You are most welcome to take a shower or a bath, my dear. If you would like,” offered Dr. Marcus. “We will gather your clothes for you.”

“That would be very nice,” I said. “Are we finished then?”

“We are for now,” he said. “We will put our heads together with the other members, and will bring you back in in a day or two. Will that work?”

I nodded. “Certainly.”

“And let me be the first to assure you that you did absolutely magnificently.”

The others murmured their agreement and I smiled at them gratefully. “Well, job or not, that was definitely a pleasant interview.”

They all smiled again.



Forty minutes later as Dr. Marcus escorted me to the door, he asked, “Are you going to tell Katie the details of this afternoon?”

I nodded. “It was my plan to do that.”

He nodded back, then said, “You should know that she herself is due for an evaluation soon.”

“I see,” I said. “Shall I say that to her?”

“You could. If all goes well, would you… like to be a part of it?”

My eyes widened at the thought. “Yes, I surely would. Very much so.”

“I will call you within forty-eight hours,” he said, opening the door for me.



Katie was ecstatic as I related the details of the afternoon to her. By the time I was finished she was so hot I had to bring her twice to orgasm just to calm her down.

I told her about her upcoming evaluation and the offer that was made to me.

“Ohh, I hope you can be there,” she said. “And I do hope you’ll get the job.”

“Well, we’ll know soon enough,” said I.