“No wine and dine, just fuck that pussy of mine.”

It was not completely true, Esme thought. Of course, those large cocks stretched her pussy, and sometimes she even had a tear or two, but being a young woman, the pussy being stretched would only last a day or two. If no lovely, large new cock was pounding her in those two days, that is. That’s why she was never tight enough for her fiancé with his little wiener, because not a single day went by without her cheating on him with any glorious Alpha cock she could have. It was impossible for her to take a 2-day break on those amazing cocks and let her little boyfriend fuck her pussy for once.

“Have a glorious cock,” because the three girls had a good system. They knew a guy working out in the gym just outside the campus almost every day, and he would check for them in the showers for any large cock he might see. After showering, he would simply give the guy a business card with the phone number of Mandy, since she was into quantity. The business card only had the cell number on it, not even a name. It did say, though:

“No wine and dine, just fuck that pussy of mine.”

The interested cocksman could simply call her and set up a fuck date. No expenses but the travel. A good deal for all involved. Mandy was their filter. If the cock was amazing, she would give the guy the other two phone numbers. That's how the three of them got plenty of new, fresh, good cock each week. Plus, the already approved cocks. They might need a CRM system one day, Esme grinned at the thought. Size and girth were important KPIs, plus stamina. She had to laugh about her own CRM joke.

Another system she developed for finding alpha cocks was in the nightlife. But no useless time-wasting dancing and “Would you like to drink something?” No. Since clubs are often very loud, she simply had a printed text ready. It merely said:

“Mark your cock size here:”

Size/Inches/Mark

BIG/6.6-7.3 inches

HUGE/7.3-7.9 inches

ENORMOUS/7.9-8.6 inches

TRULY MASSIVE/>8.6 inches

Esme always had a pen at hand. “A service-oriented slit,” her BFFs would call her. If the potential cock was big enough, the next step would be her showing the next printout:

“Let me grab it to check.”

No one objected ever. Unless they had small dicks. Of course, a lot of guys had a big mouth, but those normally would not let her grab them. Unless they had a baby arm in their pants. Bingo!

The next step was her giving the new cock a tryout. Normally, the easiest way for a true cock slut was to give them in the club a good sucking blowjob. But not all club security liked that. So, she made sure she had fucked security before opening hours, for them to look away, when she was sucking her new throbbing rod. Thank God those security guys were tough folks, former MMA and cage fighters, and they knew how to manhandle a willing cunt. She loved being grabbed by the waist and being roughly pushed down on all fours in the changing rooms, being fucked from behind like a cheap opening. Oh yes, she climaxed often as they took turns filling her bareback slit with their hot baby seed. And all that, before the club opened. Her fiancé never understood why she went clubbing at 6 PM. Duh. How can you get filled up with so much cum before 10 PM if you don't show up real early?

It gave her exclusive rights. Those “exclusive rights” spread out quickly as a burning rumor, and soon the club was having more paying male guests than ever before. Like a casting couch, but in a club. That's why she would test and select the new cocks with blowjobs, because her pussy was already leaking cum from at least five security guys. You don’t want to scare away a newly discovered cock, do you? If she swallowed all your yummy baby seed, you knew you would get a fuck date. Normally the next day. But she would be on a tight schedule and give you the address plus the hour you could fuck her. One fuck at 10 AM, then the next cock at noon, and so on. The problem was that was only possible on her days off. So, during the college days, the fucks had to be on campus, starting at 8 AM, before any classes.

The very best moment at the club was always when her fiancé came to pick her up in the early morning hours at the club’s entrance, and she always greeted him with a long French kiss. A bit salty, though. And he always wondered why she had so many troubles walking to the car, but he decided that if girls want to wear high heels, that is what might happen. Funny, he thought, that it also happened when she was wearing track shoes. Didn’t matter, he thought. She would always place her left hand with her engagement ring high on his thigh, close to his crotch, while driving home. He loved that feeling. Sometimes the hand was a bit sticky and stained his pants, but the touching would make him cum prematurely, so who was he to complain? The problem, he thought, was the air quality in those clubs. She always had a headache as they arrived home, and she would go to sleep right away. Poor thing.

What her fiancé liked a lot was that his fiancée, Esme, was always organizing surprise trips or events for him on Sundays. Sometimes it would be a full day of parasailing or, e.g., paintball, and he would be gone for the whole day. Often (always?), she didn’t join him, because most of the times she told him she was too scared to try it. Even with an escape room gift, she didn’t join him. Or the cooking class. What a shy girl! What was very nice is that she took great care of the whole planning, from booking the surprise and the cab pick-up at home, which would bring him to the event, to lunch and even having some snacks ready at the location. The only thing she often forgot in her excitement of doing him good was the cab ride back. Many times, he waited in vain before getting a cab himself, causing it to return home quite late. But that didn’t matter. Returning later as usual had an advantage: All the parked cars in front of their place would either just drive away or be gone, so the cab could drive right up in front of their house. Very nice. He would either find her sleeping or showering, or she would tell him after showering she had to lie down a little. And again, that difficult walk...

To be continued.