Happy New Year everybody! I hope everyone is starting off this new year and new decade on a high note. The following is a sexy short story to help usher in this new era. It’s simple, direct, and sexy on multiple levels. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you excited about the year to come. Enjoy!
Back home, they called her the Blue-Collar Bombshell.
In college, they called her the Voluptuous Valedictorian.
At her first job, they called her the Workaholic Wonder Woman.
Victoria Walters never cared for those titles, but she understood where they came from. She learned from an early age that to succeed in her lofty ambitions, she had to overachieve just to get the minimum of what others got with half the work. It wasn’t fair, just, or logical, for that matter. Those were just the circumstances that she had to endure if she wanted to be successful in the cut-throat world of Wall Street.
It hadn’t been easy. The first day Victoria walked into a firm, people mistook her for someone’s secretary or an air-headed bimbo who’d slept with half the Board of Directors to get her job. People still gave her that look, even after earning her way into one of the most prestigious investment firms in New York. She’d learned to shut it out, but she couldn’t ignore the obstacles that came with it.
“They’re going to look at you and assume you got where you are because of your bra size,” her old college professor had told her. “You can’t convince everyone otherwise, but that doesn’t matter, so long as you convince those who matter.”
Victoria took that lesson to heart. Since she began working in Wall Street, she’d gone above and beyond for those who signed the checks. She worked longer hours than anyone else. She took fewer vacations than anyone else. She was at the office on Christmas and the 4th of July, plugging away at the work others didn’t have the drive to do.
Eventually, the right people began taking notice. Within a few years, Victoria had worked her way up in the firm, gaining more responsibilities, respect, and money along the way. She’d gotten to a point where she made more than the men who used to hit on her during meetings. She’d even evoked bitterness and resentment for having a better apartment than the men who once wrote her off as another pretty face. Victoria tried not to take too much satisfaction in those looks, but every bit of vindication helped.
However, even those small victories only went so far. Victoria had achieved a lot more success than anyone thought someone her age, gender, and body type could get without blowing half the senior managers. Her biggest obstacle, it seemed, was burning herself out.
Victoria still worked longer and harder than the rest of her peers. She still hadn’t taken a vacation since high school and rarely took holidays off. Then, after seeing other colleges with half the responsibilities and a quarter of the paycheck suffer mental breakdowns, she decided to do something about it.
“What’s the point of working so hard if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor?” she’d asked herself one fateful night several years ago.
That question had since been answered. The answer was what brought her to an upscale hotel suite in Midtown Manhattan that she’d rented for the night. It also happened to be New Years Day, the only holiday that she’d taken off for the entire year. While the festivities in Times Square were over, hers were just about to begin.
Victoria could’ve done many things with her generous salary and latest holiday bonus. She could’ve flown to Florida for the weekend, spent the day at a luxury spa, or seen the most exclusive show in the city. Instead, she decided to use some of that wealth to hire a dozen of New York’s finest male escorts to spend the afternoon with her.
Despite its less-than-legal status, escorts were a tradition of sorts on Wall Street. Most of the men she worked with – including those who claimed to be happily married – saw a few escorts on the side. It was part of the culture of excess and indulgence. For the men, it was a normal thing. For a woman, especially one who regularly got hit on by handsome young men, it was not so normal.
That was part of why Victoria chose to do it. If she was going to defy convention by earning her way to the top of Wall Street’s hierarchy, then she might as well indulge on her own terms. That still came with challenges. She remembered their reaction when she first hired them.
“Wait…you want to pay us to spend the afternoon with you?” one of the escorts had asked upon meeting her. “You, a woman who looks like she could get hired at the strip club down the street on the spot?”
“Yes,” she told him assertively while flashing a wad of cash. “Is that going to be an issue?”
“No, ma’am. Not at all!”
The reactions from the rest of the male strippers varied. Most were probably used to satisfying lonely wives or rich widows. A beautiful woman with deep pockets hiring them for an afternoon must have been rare, but that only motivated them.
Having gathered them in the opulent living room in her hotel suit, she admired the quality of the men that her deep pockets had afforded. They were tall, well-built, and well-endowed, according to their profiles. They looked like models from a fitness magazine, minus the Photoshopping. They were the kind of men who might have dominated social circles back in her home town where star athletes got to indulge.
In this instance, however, she was the one in charge. That didn’t just remind her how far she’d come. She found it both exhilarating and arousing.
“Thank you all for joining me on this fine New Years Day,” Victoria said to them as they lounged about the opulent suite. “As per the terms of our agreement, your donations have been secured. Your phones will remain outside this room and turned off. You will also forget my name the second you walk out of here and I don’t intend to learn yours.”
“Works for me, ma’am,” said one of the escorts. “I don’t mind a little structure in this business.”
“Good,” she said, “because so long as I’m funding this gathering, I’m in charge. That means when I say get naked, you do so without question. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am!” they all said like loyal soldiers.
They responded to her authority, which might have just been an extension of the money she’d paid them. They also responded to her appearance.
Victoria had just finished prepping herself in the bathroom. She’d arrived in one of her high-end business suits, not unlike the one she’d worn to a board meeting three days ago. She exited the bathroom in nothing but a red silk bathrobe.
Seeing so many handsome men, knowing they would fulfill whatever desires she wished, heightened her excitement. For the past year, she’d deprived herself of many comforts and pleasures, including the intimate kind. She had a lot of pent desires to vent.
“Good,” said Victoria, still speaking with authority, “then let’s dispense with furthers formalities and get out of these itchy clothes. In case you need incentive, I’ll go first.”
With a mix of attitude and seduction, Victoria undid the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to a room of handsome men. Having probably seen one too many unattractive housewives who were more botox than woman, they reacted strongly. Some were already loosening their pants in anticipation of what was to come.
“I’m liking this gig more and more,” said one of the studs.
“Me too,” said the one next to him. “I might not have to think about my ex for a change.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Victoria said, “but less talking. More stripping!”
The men got the message. They all shed their clothes with an urgency that was probably not typical of male escorts tasked with entertaining horny women. Victoria didn’t want a striptease. She didn’t want a spectacle, either. She wanted to see an abundance of beautiful, alluring man meat and that was what she got.
One by one, every man removed whatever they had on, including their underwear. They made no effort to hide their muscular upper bodies or their well-proportioned dicks. Each man had an endowment that was definitely above average. Victoria had seen enough unsolicited dick pics to know what qualified as big and she had plenty to choose from.
Seeing so many attractive, naked men before her, an eager smile formed on her face. Victoria hadn’t smiled much over the past year. Her job and her ambitions were so serious. It felt good to express a little joy at the prospect of greater indulgence.
It was still just the beginning. The best of her New Years festivities were yet to come.
“It’s time, you handsome studs,” Victoria said intently. “Come. Let’s get acquainted.”
For the first time in a year, she dropped the hard-nosed persona that dissuaded so many would-be love interests and offered herself to a group of men. They all accepted that invitation, gathering around her like worshippers eager to take in her holy energy. However, there was nothing holy about what they were going to do.
Most still stood back, just admiring her naked body and stroking their dicks to them hard. A few bolder men moved in and began fondling her body. She was already horny. She had enough pent-up sexual energy to have her way with every stud at least once. This just got her blood and juices flowing in all the right directions.
The first and boldest stud went right for her breasts, taking them in both hands and kneading them with the utmost care.
The second came up behind her and grasped her heart-shaped butt, admiring the toned featured that good genes and exercise had shaped for years.
The third and fourth came in from the side, taking turns caressing her face before offering a hungry kiss.
Victoria accepted that offer, initiating a bombardment of foreplay. Like true professionals, they started off slow, getting a feel for her body and how she liked to be touched. It quickly escalated. Before long, they were pinching her nipples, nibbling around the side of her neck, and trailing gentle fingers up her voluptuous curves, highlighting every womanly feature to the utmost.
It felt good. It felt even more overdue than last year.
“Mmm…your touching,” she gasped. “Such skilled hands. I love it!”
“We aim to please, ma’am,” whispered the handsome stud who’d been fondling her ass.
Victoria laughed and purred in approval. She also showed her appreciation by kissing the men at her sides. She made sure to use plenty of tongue, communicating the raw desire she felt in their grasp. They got the message loud and clear. One of the men just watching from afar took action.
“I think we need to sharpen our aim,” he said with a suggestive undertone.
As the other men kept the foreplay going, one of the men with a slimmer build skillfully slipped in and knelt down so that he was face-to-face with her pussy. She was already aroused, but there was room for improvement and Victoria had made clear that she liked to go above and beyond.
This particular stud must have had similar tendencies because he went to work eating her out as though it were the most delicious pussy he’d ever tasted. He was both focused and spirited, two traits anyone on Wall Street could admire.
He used strong hands to push her thighs apart slightly and a skilled tongue to tease her tender folds. He demonstrated a keen understanding of female anatomy, finding her most sensitive areas and stimulating them with surgical precision. It sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, making her moan in ways she hadn’t moaned all year.
“Oohhh fuck!” Victoria moaned, her Wall Street vulgarity mixing with her burning desires. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”
“Mmm…I can tell,” said the man eating her pussy.
“So can I,” said the man fondling her breasts.
She would’ve laughed if their observations weren’t so accurate. Already, her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. All the overthinking and overanalyzing she did for 364 days out of the year gave way to basic, primal desires. For one day, Victoria was going to act on them. Moreover, she was going to pursue them to the utmost.
The men continued doing their jobs. They touched, fondled, groped, and kissed with the skill she’d come to expect from professional gigolos. The man eating her pussy out kept at it, lapping his tongue along her tender folds and to prime her body for the main event. While Victoria had been known to take her time and exercise patience in her work, she didn’t dare wait. She was ready for more.
“Enough! No more formalities!” Victoria said intently. “I need to fuck! And I need it now!”
“You’re the boss, ma’am,” said the stud behind her.
“And a very generous boss, at that,” teased the one who’d been kissing her neck.
The men coordinated like the true pros they were. The men behind her and to her side backed away. The man giving her oral sex pulled back too, but not before giving her clit one last tease. Then, the man who’d been fondling her breasts lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her down.
They took full advantage of the space she’d cleared in the center of the room, having already laid out a plush rug with several pillows within reaching distance. They all gathered around, encircling her and surrounding her with manly bodies at every angle. The man who’d laid her down even retrieved one of the pillows and placed it under her head, ensuring plenty of comfort for the next part.
That next part, however, promised to test each one of these well-paid gigolos more than her. Victoria sensed these men thought they knew what they were getting into when she hired them. She was just a pretty face in a big city, looking for a little holiday indulgence. They had no idea what they were in for.
As each stud got comfortable with the elaborate setup, Victoria immediately located the man with the hardest erection and the biggest dick. She then pointed to him with an authority that she rarely got to exercise in her office.
“You!” Victoria said. “Get over here. Get on top and fuck me like the boss bitch you think I am!”
“Hell yes, ma’am!” said the man.
That well-endowed man, who she sensed liked domineering women, couldn’t comply fast enough. The stud who’d laid her down couldn’t get out of his way fast enough, either. He moved off to the side and started stroking his dick like the others, working to get fully erect so they could get their turn.
Victoria had every intention of giving them that turn. It could only help by showing them what they were in for once that time came.
That first lucky stud got on top of her, just as she asked. He then aligned that big, hulking dick of his with the entrance to her pussy. With her powerful gaze still locked with his, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. As soon as Victoria felt that intense, powerful feeling of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths, the dam finally burst. All that sexual energy that had built up since her last New Years celebration came pouring out.
“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “Ooh that dick! That big, beautiful dick! I feel it!”
After that first round of sensations, it was on.
Like a repressed nymphomaniac, she threw her arms and legs around the nameless man on top of her and hungrily kissed him. Encouraged, he began doing his stud duties, humping her with a focused vigor usually reserved for crude fantasies and cruder passions.
It might have been sex in a simple missionary position, but made sure there was nothing simple about it. She supplemented every thrust, digging the balls of her feet into the stud’s lower back, adding a little extra force every time he probed her depths with his dick. It intensified the sensations and the pace, evoking the kind of grunts and gasps that separated the men from the studs.
“Damn! Look at that girl fuck,” said one of the men watching.
“It’s like she ain’t been laid all year,” said another.
“A girl as pretty and rich as her? I find that hard to believe.”
“And yet, I totally believe it.”
They all watched with a mix of curiosity and awe. Victoria even dared to put on an erotic show for them, raking her fingers down the back of the stud as he fucked her and talking dirty in ways that would’ve made even an experienced stockbroker gasp. They were probably used to lonely housewives or drunken bridesmaids looking for a cheap thrill. They probably weren’t expecting to fuck a woman like her so bluntly and get paid for it.
Being in the investment banking business, Victoria understood incentives better than most. She put plenty of incentive on display as she fucked the stud on top of her every bit as hard as he fucked her. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a heat of sexual movements. He soon had her on the brink. Knowing she’d need more than one tonight, she made it abundantly clear that these were real, unfaked orgasms.
“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” she panted as the feeling approached. “I’m coming! I’m going to…come…so hard! Oohhh!”
It seemed to catch the stud on top of her by surprised. Even to a professional gigolo, women weren’t supposed to come that quickly. Women were supposed to be difficult to pleasure. Either she was a special kind of woman or she was just that horny. Victoria could care less which was ultimately true. She just wanted to enjoy a rare dose of unfiltered pleasure.
That pleasure was as exhilarating as it was overdue. She was overtly theatrical in front of the watchful gaze of the other men, bending her legs back and curling her toes as she let out an orgasmic cry that echoed throughout the hotel suite. Every wave of pleasure felt like a steady rain over an arid desert, filling a need that she hadn’t filled all year. It was beautiful, intense, and fulfilling. Even for all the money she’d paid for the services of professional gigolos, she couldn’t put a price on such a feeling.
It was so intense that the man on top of her had to slow his thrusts, the hard contractions around his dick adding extra tightness to their sex. In doing so, he ended up climaxing as well. She felt it in the way his body shuddered and his grip on her hips tightened. He was barely able to pull out from her throbbing heat before he released his load.
“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted as he released his load on her torso.
“Whoa! That must have been some pussy,” said one of the studs who’d gotten a perfect view of the money shot.
“I know. Now, I want try it!” said another.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” Victoria said, still on an orgasmic high. “Come on in! Have at it! I’ll fuck every one of you.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” said the man who happened to be the closet.
With the other men cheering him on, the stud with the hardest dick pushed his fellow gigolo aside and got into position. He was less careful than the first. He swiftly pushed her legs further apart, hitching them over his shoulders, and thrust his rigid manhood into her still-moist folds. Before Victoria could finish processing her first orgasm, another man was already humping her hard and rocking her world.
“Yes! Yes! More dick! More sex! More!” she panted.
“That’s it, boss! Take it like you wanna!” said one of the men.
“It’s official! This bitch is already my favorite client,” said the one next to him.
Victoria slipped deeper into a decadent daze, the sounds of hot sex mixing with the raucous cheers of handsome men cheering them on. There was nothing refined or skilled about her approach at this point. The men just needed to hump and she could take care of the rest.
While the second stud did his part, things got a bit more chaotic. Other impatient men moved in, waving their dicks in her face while fondling her bouncing breasts. Victoria gladly accommodated them, licking and suckling their dicks as she got fucked. Beyond stepping up the decadence, it showed she could multitask. The professional studs quickly took notice.
Several men gathered around her head, holding their dicks out and tempting her to have a taste. Victoria took them up on the offer, giving brief, yet thorough doses of oral sex to each. It allowed more men to participate in the fun while also getting them hard. She was somewhat sloppy, a natural byproduct of having no personal life, let alone an active sex life. That didn’t stop the men from enjoying it.
“Yeah! Lick it! Taste it!” said one of the men after getting sucked off.
“Damn! She’s a hungry nympho,” said another. “And here I was thinking she couldn’t handle this much man meat.”
“I’m starting to wonder if there’s enough of us,” said another stud, watching as she got fucked harder.
Victoria barley heard their comments. She was already close to climaxing again. She wasn’t as theatrical as she was before, but that was largely due to her having a dick in her mouth at the time. It didn’t make the feeling any less exhilarating. After barley having time for herself all year, she had a lot of catching up to do.
Only the man humping her seemed to noticed, but he barely slowed down. He kept going while her body was racked by another orgasmic release. Unlike the first stud, he didn’t pull out when he climaxed. Victoria didn’t mind, having already made the necessary preparations. It just ensured their debauchery was bound to get messier.
“I’m ready to…come! Ohh fuck!” he said.
“Hurry up, man! Some of us want another shot at that pussy!” said a guy standing right next to him, holding his dick in anticipation.
The man got his fill, releasing most of his load inside her before pulling out briefly after. Then, the horny stud next to him practically shoved him away so that he could take his place. Even with her body reeling from multiple orgasms, she eagerly accepted him, holding her legs apart so he could enter her and keep the sex going.
“Ooh yeah! You are one special boss bitch!” the man said as he humped her.
“Mmm…you got that right,” Victoria quipped with two dicks waving in her face.
The decadent chaos further escalated. There was less and less need for her to give directions. At this point, it was a full-blown gangbang. There were a dozen well-endowed men and a very willing woman. In terms of New Years festivities, it beat the hell out of any fireworks.
Victoria abandoned any elaborate plan or system to guide such acts. It was just a matter of horny men waiting their turn and her expunging a year of sexual energy. She remained on her back for two more studs, shifting her legs and torso at times to mix things up. One even licked her feet and sucked her toes, which she found uniquely erotic, so much so that she had another orgasm. Her world kept rocking and these stud men kept it rocking hard, much to her delight.
All the while, Victoria kept giving oral sex to any stud who sought it. She remained somewhat sloppy, so much so that a good bit of her makeup and lipstick got smeared. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. One even blew his load right into her face, getting half of it in her mouth and the other half on her cheek. She didn’t mind, either. She just licked it up while casting the other studs and erotic gaze, tempting them to continue feeding her burning desire.
“Keep it coming, studs. Let’s keep this New Years gangbang going!” Victoria proclaimed.
It was the antithesis of the uptight, well-kempt, disciplined professional that she’d been since grade school. Just hearing those words in her own voice sounded strange. At the same time, it was oddly thrilling. The nameless gigolos surrounding her had no idea why this meant so much to her, but they didn’t seem to care.
They weren’t being paid to ask why she needed so much sex on New Years Day.
They were being paid to fuck her until she was satisfied.
To that end, they began coordinating more. At one point during another round of heated humping, one of the studs flipped her over so that she was on all fours. From there, one of the studs could fuck her from behind so that she could focus more on giving oral sex to the men in front of her. It proved both efficient and decadent.
More orgasms followed, both from her and from the manly studs fucking her. Victoria’s sex drive was in overdrive. Even these professional gigolos had a hard time keeping up. All they could do was keep themselves hard and keep the gangbang going. Being professionals, they did their part.
The pace of their humping intensified. As more studs fucked her doggy style, they did so with more fervor. The sound of pelvises smacking into her butt filled the room, along with the grunts, moans, and cheers. By then, the whole suite reeked of sweat and sex. Victoria hadn’t known that scent in a year. It was dirty and lurid, but she loved it, so much so that she craved bolder sex acts.
“My ass!” Victoria said. “Do my ass, too!”
“Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier,” said one of the studs who hadn’t had his fill yet.
“Good thing we bought lube!” said another.
That was another special request she’d prepared ahead of time, making sure there was lube on hand for whatever sex act she desired. Victoria didn’t always crave something that extreme, but after the year she’d endured, she needed it.
The experienced studs knew what to do. After the one humping her pussy got off, another came in with a bottle of lube in hand. He quickly applied a generous dose. He ended up using half the bottle, making quite a mess on the carpet in the process. Victoria didn’t care. She just pointed her butt up at him, shook it playfully, and welcomed their waiting flesh.
“Come on in,” she said, playfully swatting her ass. “We’re not done yet!”
“Yes, ma’am!” said the stud with the lube bottle.
The handsome man accepted the invitation, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her waiting hole. The penetration wasn’t as smooth as before. Victoria groaned and tensed for a moment, waiting for fresh pleasure to wash over the initial sting. That pleasure came quickly. Once her body adjusted, it was on once more. The stud began humping away and the decadence continued.
“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” he grunted.
“Well, that gives us an extra hole to work with,” joked another stud.
“That just means she’ll wear us out even faster,” said another in a more serious tone.
“Hey, if that’s what she paid for, that’s what she’s getting!”
Victoria wished her clients were that simple in their thinking. It was ironic how the simplest business practices manifested in whores and gigolos. She had a basic need. She paid these men to fulfil it and they did just that. It was messier, but more fulfilling than spreadsheets and invoices.
With her ass now in play, the studs coordinated with greater creativity. They started by alternating between holes, doing one until she or one of the studs climaxed and then switching to another. It filled her body with more intense sensations, often blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. All the while, she continued giving oral sex to the other studs in front of her, including a few who’d climaxed already and sought another round.
Eventually, the studs made use of their strength and her willingness to engage in every sex act. At one point, they arranged their bodies so that she was fucked from every end. Victoria had a dick in her ass, pussy, and mouth, each slithering and sliding at a steady pace of decadence. It marked the apex of the satisfaction she sought. After a year of conducting such a restrained, disciplined manner, this was her one act of indulgence and it was incredible.
“This feeling…this pleasure…this depraved act of desire…I earned this,” she thought to herself in the midst of so many chaotic sex acts.
Victoria’s thoughts devolved into musings of lust, following basic whims and the sensations that came with them. The gangbang kept going, her naked body rocking to every thrust, pump, and hump. In whatever orifice a dick entered, she savored every bit of it. From every direction, she took in delicious male flesh, following it to multiple rounds of orgasmic ecstasy.
She lost track of how many orgasms she’d achieved, but Victoria was fairly certain that every stud had climaxed at least once. Most ended up on her face, torso, and back, mixing with the sweat that now poured off her body and that of the athletic studs serving her. She even got playful with a few of their peaks, getting two men to pop their loads at once on her tits and having another climax inside both her holes. It was the most playful she’d been all year, which only made it more rewarding.
By the time Victoria neared her limits, some of the studs were already laying back, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brow. They had exhausted whatever amount of desire they’d brought with them. By the time the last stud with a working boner had her on the brink, she laid him on his back, got on top of him, and rode him cowgirl style to a final orgasm.
“One more,” Victoria panted as she expended the last bit of desire. “Just…one…more!”
“I’m ready…barely,” grunted the man under her.
The last orgasm was mostly a formality at that point. It wasn’t the loudest or the most elaborate. When it hit, Victoria just arched her back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in accord with the release of pleasure. She did so knowing it might be the last orgasm she shared with a man until this time next year.
The man under her climaxed as well, pulling out just intime to release a small load onto her torso. The rug under them was already messy with various stains, but that was nothing an extra tip to the housekeepers couldn’t resolve. After rolling off the nameless stud, eventually settling into the center of the rug once more, Victoria could finally say it.
She was satisfied.
“Happy New Years, indeed,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you. All you handsome studs…thank you for giving us this.”
“You’re welcome, boss,” said one of the studs who was also catching his breath. “This is a hell of a way to start off the year.”
“Hey, I’ll take it!” said another who was already looking for his pants. “It’s not every day a pretty girl pays my fee for a gangbang like this.”
“Hell, I didn’t think any woman could handle a gangbang like this, let alone enjoy it so damn much,” said one of the older-looking studs.
Victoria, still lying on her side, naked and sweaty, looked around at the equally exhausted studs and smiled. They looked genuinely impressed by her, which she imagined was no easy feat. Professional gigolos encountered all sorts of women with diverse and elaborate tastes. Hers were more unique, to say the least.
Looking at her, even as she bathed in the afterglow of a raucous gangbang, she sensed they respected her for embracing the full extent of her desires. They didn’t know why she exercised them in such a way. They could never understand where she came from or why she did what she did. At the very least, they could appreciate why New Years Day meant something special to her.
“I work so hard,” Victoria told them. “I deny myself so many pleasures, large and small. On one day…the day a new year begins…I indulge. It’s more than just a reward. It’s a reminder of what I have to gain.”
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