I am a flirt. Nothing wrong with that. I like watching how tough guys soften when I play with them. I like watching how their dicks harden and how they try to rearrange their package without me noticing. It's an amazing sense of power - much stronger than any drug. I've been in a serious relationship for a few years now. I thought having a boyfriend would make me less flirtatious. Boy, was I wrong. Having a serious boyfriend taught me a lot of things about guys. It only made me better at torturing these poor helpless creatures. I am 31 years old. I am the only sales-woman working for a medium-size car gadget company in the States. We make and sell expensive high-end gadgets for sports cars. Most women don't care for these. That's why all my fellow sales people are guys. With the economy as lousy as it is these days, we have to travel to many trade shows and work hard to sell our expensive products. In the past year, I've been on the road almost every other week. It's not fun. We have to work hard all day and entertain important customers over long dinners. The only free time we have starts after dinner and ends when we go to sleep. I usually hang out with my trade-show team in hotel bars. I know these guys for many years and I like spending time with them. The following events happened in a trade show in Norway a few months ago. We finished our day around 11PM and four of us headed for the hotel bar. As usual, I was the only girl. The guys this time were Rob, Guy and Jeff - all my long-time buddies. I always flirt with all of them, especially with Jeff. I've known Jeff since our college days. I think he always had a crush on me. Years ago I found out that Jeff loves it when I wear skirts. He loves watching my skirt riding up my thighs, and completely loses his train of thought when it happens. The first time was completely by mistake, but now it's almost a sport: When Jeff starts explaining a complex idea, I let my skirt ride up. As soon as he sees my thighs exposed, he blushes and stops making any sense. I'm quite sure he doesn't know about my little game. February isn't a fun month in Norway. It was freezing outside. Luckily, our hotel had very intense heating and we could wear light clothes at the bar. I wore my favorite skirt, and a blouse. The bar wasn't a very proper bar. About a half of the bar looked more like a clubhouse. It had coffee tables with leather couches around them. We took over one such coffee table. I picked one of the couches. Jeff sat on the couch facing me and Rob and Guy shared the couch to my right. It was just perfect. I could play all my skirt tricks on Jeff because Rob and Guy couldn't see up my skirt. We ordered drinks and started chatting. My couch was very comfortable and I was shifting casually in it. Every time I changed my position, I saw Jeff's eyes move to my legs and steal a quick glimpse of my thighs. It felt very nice and harmless so I let him have his little fun. I even tried to sit with my knees slightly parted and give him a better peek at my thighs. After the third drink, I could feel the alcohol making me very playful. When I changed position in my couch, I made sure my thighs parted for as long as I could. I watched Jeff's eyes climb up my thighs and rest on my crotch. I think he could see my panties now. I felt very safe playing this game because these guys were my friends. Unintentionally, my little game was making me very horny. A few position changes later, I stared at Jeff as he was looking up my skirt and suddenly, his eyes met mine. He finally caught me. Jeff kept looking at me with a faint smile. His hand moved to his own thigh and made a slight massaging motion. If Rob or Guy noticed his hand, they must have thought that he was just scratching his thigh. I knew better than that. I was drunk enough to decide that stroking my thighs in front of Jeff was a very cool idea. I shifted my position again, placing my right foot on the coffee table and leaving my left foot on the carpet. This way, my skirt hid my thighs from Rob and Guy but Jeff could see all the way up to my panties. I slowly guided my left hand onto my thigh, making sure to hide it from Rob and Guy. My hand started massaging my thigh - and Jeff was staring at it intensely. I checked Rob and Guy and they both seemed unaware of my little game with Jeff. They were buried deep in a discussion about the customers we met for dinner. I felt brave and let my hand climb higher on my thigh. My skirt was loose enough and I could touch myself very high without risking Rob and Guy noticing. I was getting more and more horny every minute. I never played such a risky game with anyone. The bar closed at 1AM, but they let us sit and chat for as long as we wanted. We were the only people at the bar when my wandering hand has finally reached my crotch. I watched Jeff's eyes widen as my hand touched my panties. His hand moved to his crotch - trying to arrange his hardon more comfortably in his pants. Knowing that I gave him this unexpected hardon made me feel very nice. I started playing with my pussy from outside my panties. I was very wet. I knew I could easily rub my clit and have an orgasm right there, in front of Jeff. I stared at Jeff while rubbing my clit. His hands moved to his hips and made a strange motion downwards. It took me a while to understand what he was trying to tell me. His motion wasn't very clear because he tried to look casual. A few minutes later I finally got it: He was asking me to take my panties off. I wasn't quite ready for this. I made a serious face, looked towards Rob and Guy, and then looked back at Jeff. I guess I was trying to say `What if they notice?'. Jeff's shrugged his shoulders signaling something like: `I don't know'. On a normal day, I'd probably ignore Jeff's request. That day I was drunk enough, it was very late and I felt very, very horny ... Five minutes later I excused myself and headed for the women's bathroom. I took my panties off and hid them under the sink. My pussy was soaking wet. I could just stand there and masturbate myself to an orgasm but I wanted more. I wanted to see Jeff's expression when I get back. I tried to look as casual an I could and headed back to our table. As soon as I sat down I saw Jeff's questioning eyes. I kept my feet on the carpet for a few minutes, not quite sure I want to give Jeff the full view. I took another sip from my drink and lifted my right foot to the table again. Jeff's jaw dropped to the floor. I guess he didn't really expect me to take my panties off. I loved the way his eyes swallowed the view of my exposed pussy. I was more scared than before. It wasn't a casual peek up my skirt any more. I was actively teasing Jeff. If Rob or Guy figured out what was going on I would simply die. Luckily, they were still deep inside one of their standard car arguments: `Is Porsche really a threat to Ferrari?'. It took me a few more minutes to collect enough courage and move my hand towards my pussy. Jeff's eyes were glued to my pussy. He looked very tense. As my hand started moving towards my pussy, he shifted his weight and leaned forward for a closer look. He really wanted to see me touch myself. A minute later my fingers found my exposed clit. I felt a pleasant combination of horniness, embarrassment and fear. I started rubbing my clit, and finger-fucking myself. I kept constant eye contact with Jeff. His hand wandered to his upper thighs and I think he was stroking his hardon lightly. I heard Rob or Guy arguing as my hand moved faster and faster. It didn't take me a whole lot of time. I had almost two hours of mental foreplay with Jeff and I was quite ready. I felt the orgasm climbing. My hand moved faster ... faster ... almost ...... I was suddenly aware of the silence. I knew it wasn't a good sign, but it took me a few seconds to understand what it meant. Rob and Guy stopped talking. I looked in their direction and met their eyes. They were looking at me. I looked at my right leg. It was still on the coffee table but my skirt rode up and it was no longer hiding my crotch from them. I was so close to an orgasm that I couldn't even bring myself to cover my pussy from them. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. Suddenly, I felt Guy's hand on my thigh. It felt like an electric shock. I was in that impossible stage of almost-orgasm. I had to cum, no matter what. As soon as Guy realized that I wasn't objecting his touch, his hand slid up my thigh and hit my pussy. I felt other hands touch my thighs, rubbing my pussy and my ass. I looked up and saw all three guys leaning over me. I felt fingers sliding up my thighs and entering my wet pussy. I always liked to be touched and now I had six hands rubbing my ass, squeezing into my pussy, and roaming all over me. I closed my eyes again. I was too embarrassed to face the guys and too horny to stop them. I felt hands removing my blouse, my bra and my skirt. I was naked and six hands kept touching my body. The guys lifted my body and placed me on the couch on all four. My butt facing up. I tried to hide my face in the couch cushion. I don't know who went first but I felt a dick plunging deep into my pussy. He started fucking me with fast deep strokes. I felt hands playing with my tits, pinching my nipples. I felt fingers sticking into my mouth and playing with my tongue. I felt fingers pushing into my asshole... Many fingers... I couldn't even tell how many. They were stretching my asshole and fucking it hard. I felt the guy in my pussy moan as he came. He took his dick out, and another dick took its place - fucking me harder and deeper. The constant attention was just too much for me. My body started shaking as the orgasm finally hit. I was moaning and yelling completely out of control, thrusting my butt against the dick inside me. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted. I never had such an intense and weird orgasm before. The dick inside my pussy was still fucking me long and hard, banging his balls against my clit as he plunged himself in me. My body was covered with probing hands. I don't know how long it took but my body started responding again. I wanted more. A few minutes later, the dick inside me came. I heard Jeff moan and mumble something as he started cumming. That's how I knew it was him. After he came, he took his dick out and another hard dick dived deep into me. I was so embarrassed about my feelings. I simply loved that non-stop fucking action. My pussy was always full and it felt great. The third dick fucked me for a few minutes, and as soon as it came, another dick was hard and ready to take its place. I think I heard some voices that I didn't recognize. I tried to ignore them and enjoy the fucking. Although the bar wasn't serving drinks any more, anyone could walk in and see us fucking. I think someone did, but I was too horny to think about it. I felt more comfortable pretending that my three friends took turns on my pussy and managed to get hard every time again. Four dicks later, I felt a second orgasm climb up. It was a strong one. I never had so much friction inside my pussy for such a long time. My boyfriend could last for quite a while but it was nothing compared to all these guys. As the orgasm hit, my back arched and I lifted my face from the cushion. I was still embarrassed to look at the guys so I kept my eyes closed. As soon as I exposed my mouth, I felt a dick trying to enter it. I didn't care who's dick it was. I just needed to feel more dirty, and sucking a dick did the job. With one dick deep in my pussy and another fucking my mouth my body was moving uncontrollably forwards and backwards to the rhythm of the two dicks. The dick in my mouth smelled like my pussy. I never tasted my own juices before. On an average day, I might hate the taste, but that day wasn't average. I was hungry for cum. I never liked swallowing cum but that day I was eager for the dick in my mouth to cum. The guy fucking my mouth had another idea in mind. After a few minutes of sucking, he suddenly pulled his dick out and sprayed my face with cum. A whole lot of hot cum. No one has ever done this to me. My brain was telling me that this was humiliating, and that I should object, but my pussy was telling me that cum on my face was kinky and dirty, and I wanted to get as kinky and as dirty as I could. I wanted them all to spray their cum on my face. I wasn't really in control of myself. Some other guy took his place in my mouth and another one took his place on my pussy. The one in my pussy lubricated his dick inside me and then stuck it in my asshole. He was very large and I felt my asshole muscles expand to meet his dick. It felt very nice but I had to have a dick in my pussy. I looked around and pulled the nearest hand I saw towards me. It was Rob's hand. I made him sit on the couch under me, impaled myself on his dick and started bouncing up and down. It was an amazing feeling - three dicks fucking me at the same time. All my holes completely full. The rhythm was getting me crazy. They were all fucking me with deep fast strokes. I felt my body rock back and forth, up and down as the dicks moved inside me. Another orgasm was on its way, climbing up from my pussy to my head. I couldn't even scream because my mouth was plugged with a dick. I came hard. My knees felt weak and I felt myself losing my balance. Luckily, I was mounted on Rob's dick so I just sat down on his lap and made his dick disappear in my pussy. The guys didn't let me rest. The dick in my mouth started pumping me faster and faster until it shot a big load into my throat. I was way beyond shame and I swallowed his cum with pleasure. I even sucked his softening dick and got a few extra drops of cum. Just as before, for every dick that came, another one quickly took its place. All my holes were busy. I had cum dripping down my thighs, and down my cheeks. I don't think I looked very good, but I felt awesome. At some point I lost track of how many times I felt a new dick in one of my holes and of how many times I came. It was a long continuous stream of pleasure. All I remember is that I never came so many times in one night. When none of the guys could get a hardon any more, Jeff helped me get my stuff and find the elevator to my room. When I looked at the clock, the time was 5:30AM. The best fucking session in my life lasted over 4 hours. I took a long shower and went to bed. My ass and pussy felt very sore but I felt very relaxed and happy.