The Firehouse

She signs up for this about once a month. Sometimes twice. It's exciting and something she likes to do for herself.

She walks into the firehouse wearing a loose, short dress, a happy smile, and a bounce to her step. She flirtatiously waves to the firemen and says hi as she walks to her room. She takes detours to look for certain firemen to wave to so they know she's there for the night. She doesn't stop to chat. She just makes her sweet, flirty presence known. She walks up a narrow stairway that makes hollow clunks with each step. It leads to just one door, one room. It has a bed in it and a desk and chair, nothing else. She puts her bag on the desk, and her dress, and then waits nervously.

The key to the door hangs on a hook outside the room. The door can lock from the inside with that key. She's not allowed to touch it. It's for the firemen. It isn't too long before she hears the clunk of the stairs. It's one of the younger ones whom she's familiar with. He locks the door behind him and she gets in the doggy position. She waits as she hears him undress. She feels his aggressive hands squeezing her hips and ass as he breathes heavily. His heart is racing and so is hers. He enters her soon and starts off hard and aggressively. Fortunately, she was already wet from excitement, so there was little initial pain, plus he wasn't wearing a condom. The men choose whether they're going to wear one. He takes her in just that one position, and he finishes pretty quickly. He fucked her like he was just doing it for himself. He wasn't. He just doesn't know women that well, yet. She was moaning, so she must have been liking it.

Shortly after, another familiar younger one enters and gets and gives a similar experience. Then a new face. This one's a bit nervous. He waited to see if it was true that she was available to him by waiting to see some of the slightly senior men take their turns first. He heard the muffled moans and rocking of the bed, so it was true: the firehouse had its own harlot, and she liked to fuck. He didn't last long before he quickly and shyly dressed and left the room. Another familiar face. This one always waits until several of the men have been with her, men who don't wear condoms. He must ask them if they're going to wear one before they go in. He focuses on how filled she is, always starting by curiously opening the lips of her pussy, commenting on how she has cum inside her. He goes in raw and enjoys the thickening of all the cum. It's pasty and smeared across her pussy and his cock and balls. He enjoys the creamy sound and looking down at the strings of cum pulling away and breaking apart as his coated balls pull away from her ass with each stroke. He then cums in her too and strokes past the uncomfortable sensitivity at the head of his cock so he can mix his contribution into the collective batter in her pussy. More men come throughout the night, men of all colors and looks, some more than once, each fucking her according to his own likes. Some like her on top, rocking back and forth, while others make her twerk her round ass while she rides; some just like her from the back because they're ass men; some are tits men and suck on her nipples the entire time they have with her. Some cum on her face, some cum in her mouth, some in her ass or pussy, some on her body. She gets different versions of sex. She never knows who it's going to be when she hears the clunking of the stairs, nor how many. Sometimes it's 2. Once, 5 came up at once, and they all took her for hours. She likes the group thing on occasion. It's overwhelming. She likes when they muffle her moans by stuffing her mouth, fucking every hole.

Slow steps clunk up the stairs. It's one of the older men, one of the ones she detoured to say hi to. She likes the older ones. Their's is a silent confidence and a slow, pleasurable enjoyment of her. They take their time more than the younger ones. They touch and rub her body in appreciation of it. Plus, she likes their seniority and authority. She lays on her stomach. His semi hard cock hangs by her face as he rubs her back. It's teasing her. She reaches to kiss it, but it evades her affection as he moves about her body to caress it throughout. Fingertips move along her muscular indentations. Rough hands grab and squeeze her plush curves. Gentle spanks. She's ready for him, but he wants to appreciate her body more, so he makes her wait. Finally, as she lays on her stomach, he enters her from behind. His movements are more methodical, more pleasure based. She can feel the parting of her walls and the stroke of his balls against her clit. It makes a cupping, slapping sound. She likes to imagine a veiny, thick cock thrusting inside her. He lays her on her side. His heavy balls drag along her thigh with each stroke of his thick cock. He rubs her back and sides gently and occasionally holds her down by the nape of her neck. When he puts her on all fours, he holds her head up by a firm grip of her hair. Then she's on her back. She enjoys his weight on her as their bodies are pressed together as he slowly fucks her. Then he lifts up, medium speed so he can watch her breasts bounce. Her grabs her thighs and pulls her into him. The pulls get faster and more intense and her breasts bounce back and forth faster. His cock gets harder. His chest, shoulders, and arms flex as he starts to moan. A final deep thrust. She feels the pulsing inside her pussy. Gooey, white liquid released inside her.

Morning comes. Some of the younger ones take their final turns with her to relieve their morning hard-ons. Just a few quick, convenient fucks. A senior fireman tells the men she's finished servicing the firehouse and locks her in the room so she can get her rest before she has to leave. She lays face down tired, breathing heavily, muscles sore, drenched and dripping, her skin sticky with dried cum everywhere, a collection of masculine residue all over her. She doesn't know how many men used her all night, how many dicks and balls she rubbed across her face, or how much semen she's carrying with her.

She walks out of the firehouse wearing her loose, short dress, skin still sticky, feeling spirited and alive. She heads home to catch up on some sleep. She wants to be rested for her new date tonight.