I was bored and feeling a bit lonely, and whenever that happens I decide to go to this cute little bar by myself just next to where the rugby boys practise. I like to do my make up and hair, wear something cute and bring a book and just sit at a high table until they’re finished and come inside for a drink and find me.

I’ve been doing it for a while now, getting pretty good at it. They’d come in, tired after just wrestling and running with each other for who knows who long, and I’d be on a high chair, looking out the window or into my book in a cute outfit, and sometimes making eyes with them.

Over the hours a couple took the bait, had a few chats, got bought a few drinks, it was fun as usual. Until I got chatting to once, who I was pretty interested in. We spoke for almost an hour and had a couple drinks each until he asked me if I wanted to come back to his, I hesitated a bit to let him convince me, but he said he wanted me to help him and his friends “team building exercises.”

I asked who of the team would be “joining us” but he couldn’t find them in the crowd. I ended up accepting and we walked back to his place with a friend of his. We sat on his couch and he made some more drinks, one sat on either side of me while we continued to talk.

Eventually I was persuaded to take my bra off, and we started making out, I haven’t done it with two guys before so I don’t know if I switched too often or not enough but oh well. They started unzipping their flys I wasn’t disappointed. My hand could barely fit around either of them. Just as I was getting into it the door opened, I jumped up as two other guys walked in but they all just started laughing.

I was sat back down on the couch back at it again while the newcomers said they had to “catch up,” dropped their pants right in front of me and just began jerking off. While I was kissing one of them on the couch my head was lightly moved on to kissing a tip instead.

Another one walked in, I was in no position to move, it could have ended in a throat injury, but he didn’t seemed phased, just took a look around and went to the kitchen. It seemed as if my guy was the only one to successfully pick up a girl at the bar. More and more trickled in every while.

There was so much going on and it was going so fast I don’t even know what happened while I was bent over on the couch, I was just relaxed and getting stuffed, grabbing whatever people guided my hand to grab, people coming and going behind me. I got caught of guard when one licked my ass but I’m not complaining.

Sometimes when someone finished I’d take a quick breather, look around the room, I don’t actually know how many where there. At one instance I walked to the furthest corner of the room where a guy was sat and started riding him while others cheered, that’s something remember.

Mostly what I recall is lying on the floor, covered in sweat, hearing everyone breath around me, cum in the most random of places, in my hair, thighs, feet, on my armpit, over the couch and carpet. It has been almost 5 hours since a left the bar, and 8 hours since I went to it.