I disagree

After a few seconds pause, I decide that this might not end well. The guys' universally "boo" me, half kidding, half serious. I begin to slowly pick up the money when Tom states, "Can you at least give Jack a goodbye lap dance? I'm happy to collect the money for you while you do and maybe throw in a little more.

Seeming harmless enough, without responding I walk over to Jack. I spread open his legs and go down on my knees. Someone dims the lights to nearly off and raises the volume of the music. I can clearly see his hard cock pressing through his slacks inches away from my face. Using both hands, I press my breasts together against his bulge, and begin to slowly bounce by tits up and down, making sure to feel every inch of his completely hard cock through his thin fabric slacks. I begin to speed up as I hear the other guys cheer.

Why am I enjoying this? Why am I getting wet? Whatever, I continue. I take both of his hands and place them on on my nipples. Without question, he takes over, fucking my breasts through his pants, squeezing and pinching my nipples as he does. Without thinking, i lower my hand into my panties, take my middle and index finger, and begin fucking myself. It's so dark in here that I don't think anyone can see. Honestly, at this point I don't even really care if they notice.

I begin fucking myself harder and faster, enjoying the sensation of my fingers pounding my tiny wet pussy, Jack is definitely enjoying it as well. I hear his breathing increase and his huge cock is hard as a rock.

I lower my head to his crotch and through his pants, wrap my lips around the head of his cock, I exhale a little but and circle my tongue around his head. At that exact moment, we both simultaneously cum. He fills his pants with his hot, wet cum and my panties begin to soak.

All the guys cheer and I instantly realize two things; it's not as dark here as I thought, and the guys saw everything. They are clapping and cheering. I am so embarrassed.

I smile, put my clothes on and say, "I think I should go." With my head down, I say "goodbye" to the group, grab my coat and flats, and leave.

Despite dozens of phone calls, text messages and emails, I never responded to or saw any of those men ever again. I guess I was embarrassed. In the end, I did not get pregnant, did not get any STD, had a great night, and made $716.

Jack F., Tom B. Craig M. and Jonathan M., if you see this, thank you :).