Put an ad up online

Groggily waking up after . . . wait, what did you just do? The half-eaten box of pizza is in front of you, sure, but getting a blowjob from the delivery girl and passing out after a marathon suck session in her mouth. . . What a crazy dream. But not one you hadn't had before.

But it didn't feel like a dream. It had to be though. Well, better safe than sorry you think. You start to head next door to ask your neighbor for a blowjob but realize that is- kind of- ok, exactly sexual harassment. Hmmm, you need a safe way to ask for a blowjob. This is so stupid, you're so. . . something about baboons you wish hadn't popped into your head. You had never bothered to fact check your dreams before, but this one felt so real, you had a hardon just thinking about that gorgeous delivery girl. You had gotten stuff from her before and always dreamed of her soft pink lips wrapped around your member. For some reason you can't shake the idea and get on your computer to give one idea a shot. you navigate onto a local listings board, under 'FREE STUFF.'

You type in "Free dick to suck, girls please apply." Classy. Include a picture of yourself, you add to it. Guaranteed zero replies, but maybe you'll get some spam, a gay guy, or a troll message. You busy yourself in the kitchen reheating a couple slices of pizza. You enjoy your meal, clean some dishes, and get really eager to check your email. But it's stupid, you don't need to. Instead, you busy yourself doing some laundry, cleaning the living room, you wash your car. But two hours later you can't stand it anymore. You have to check.

Six hundred and forty-seven emails.

What. The. Fuck.

Six hundred and fifty views on your ad. All of age girls had to reply, apparently.

You click one. An older lady in her forties. Another, a cute looking twenty year old brunette. She stares blankly into a webcam, hand holding her cheek in boredom. The next one has a picture of five cute girls huddled around a computer. Roommates looking for free furniture. Short little blurbs are attached to most replies.

'Sure, no problem, would love to suck you, where you at?'

'Hi, your ad caught my eye, when can I suck it?'

'Hi, I would like to apply for the free dick to suck. Very talented tongue, you will enjoy it.' Followed by two phone numbers as references. Joe and Mike. She really applied for it, even attaching a professional head shot and a cover letter listing her strengths and skills. Past the numbers, she had her regular work history. But Joe and Mike were pinned to the top of her resume as most relevant. It was interesting how each girl had a different view of what being polite was.

There were so many hot girls, so many to sort through and . . . sort. Sort.

"Well, here it goes." You say out loud to yourself as you do what any man in your situation would do.

Reply all.

'You can find me at home at the following address. There may be a line, if so, just get in an orderly line to suck my dick please.'

You push away from your computer and shut it off. Check email: done. But this can't really work. You roll an office chair to your front door and place it on the front steps. It's late in the morning and the sun is out, perfect weather. You get yourself seated with a drink.

Fifteen minutes later, a sedan pulls up into your driveway. A small petite blonde girl gets out and what must be her uber drives away. She smiles and waves to you as she walks up to the front steps in short heels. Once she reaches you, she immediately gets on her knees and unbuckles your pants, removes your excited member and wraps her delicious lips around you. She doesn't say a single word. God, imagine if you gave her the wrong address.

A minivan pulls up and two ladies, one in her thirties and one much older get out. A truck pulls around, driven by a man in his thirties. A younger redhead gets out and the truck pulls off. Girlfriend? Wife? Daughter. . . ? You're not sure, you let her cut the older ladies and in moments she's sucking your cock, the blonde already dismissed to go back to her day having finally tasted your throbbing cock.

Five cars pull up at almost the same time. You recognize one as all the roommates who get out of a beat up old sedan. The redhead is doing a wonderful job. You lean back enjoying her attention and guiding her head at a nice slow suck, really letting her savor your cock. You can hear cars and footsteps. You look up a few minutes later. The redhead is staring at her watch and darts to put it away once she sees you looking. Cars line both sides of the street. About thirty girls are lined up down the brick path in your front yard. You dismiss the redhead.

You point at one of the roommates.

"You girls, the roommates." You beckon them all with a finger and they approach.

"What are your names?" You as one of them.

"So, I'm Jasmine, this is Jessica, April, Sarah and lastly Jennifer."

"Do you know my name?" You ask.

"Ummm. . . ." The blonde Jasmine stutters.

"Your email was anonymous." Jessica quips with a smile.

"Well, what the fuck are your girls waiting for?" You yell at them a bit rudely. They yelp little apologies and all drop to their knees in front of you. Jasmine dives her face straight into your balls while Jessica slams your dick right into her throat. The others crowd around your dick getting their licks in where they can. Being rude, you had noticed, tends to get results. If you gave a girl the sense that she was being impolite, she would go all out trying to make it up to you. April was now down below licking your taint, dangerously close to your asshole. Jennifer had moved to twirl her head around the head of your cock after pushing aside Jessica for her turn to proves she was a good cocksucker.

"That slow, and no throat? Are you trying to give the worst blowjob ever?" Jennifer immediately slams her lips down to the base of your cock, lifts her head up and slams down you again. Hard, fast, she pushes her roommates out of the way as she grips your thighs to fuck her face harder. Jasmine and Sarah stand up to grip Jennifer's hair, pulling and slamming her head down. You can tell the hair-pulling would hurt. They were mauling their own friend for the sake of a random dick. They press her hard into your crotch again and again as she gags around it. Jennifer had no idea this would be happening to her today, she had never seen your cock before. Now it was her world.

"Why are you idiots making Jennifer do all the work? You girls have no fucking manners."

They hotswap in a rush between strokes. Jasmine bumps into Jessica as they both try to get on their knees. They curse. Jessica kneels and is now getting the same rough treatment from Sarah and Jasmine. Jennifer has tears in her eyes maybe from the rough fucking. But your last comment welled up water in the eyes of Sarah and Jasmine too who were now in a state of utter turmoil over their supposed transgressions. You continue insulting them, telling them to go faster, calling them rude selfish brats. The tears spill over as they slam Jessica's face onto your dick roughly, not disturbed at how roughly they're treating their friend, but that they aren't doing it hard enough. You lean back and close your eyes, your morning wood feeling better than it ever had before as they did all the work. You could do this every day as you happily thrust your hips up to fuck Jessica's mouth even harder. You hear a great deal of commotion, horns blaring, but you have what you need.

You push her off your dick after a few minutes, not fearing fer her own safety, but that you were about to cum. Jessica collapses onto the ground. You wave the group away. Jessica has to be carried, her head rolls back and Jasmine moves to support it as they carry their injured back to the car. You wonder how long ago poor Jessica had passed out while they continued making her fellate you by ****. Their day was only getting worse though, someone had double parked trapping them in.

Their was a traffic jam on your tiny street, cars as far as you could see. No one could get in or out of here. The line stretched around the fence next door. Hundreds of women in a thick line crowded on your lawn, many gabbing away.

Well. You have all day. You point to the next in line and motion her over. Nothing ever got done all at once.