a 17 year old girl is the hostess for eight men at a fantasy football draft party
by the end of my junior year in high school, i was seeing at least six men regularly who paid me for sex. i liked the money but i wanted the sex. i was submissive and becoming more masochistic. i wanted rough sex, abuse and degradation as much as money. apart from the men i saw regularly, i went with other men on “one-off” dates for sex. some of these men were referrals from the men i already knew and others were just men who picked me up when i was working as a waitress. i never had sex with high school guys, only with older, mostly dominant, older “daddies.” i did (and they did) whatever they wanted.
in august, 2022, i met a man named joe at starbucks. he got my name from one of my “regulars.” joe was about 40 years old and married with three children. he seemed to have a lot of money. he owned a big, year-round second home on a beautiful lake about an hour north of albany. he was tall, dark-haired and muscular. he dressed casually but nicely. i was still 17 and about to start my senior year in high school. joe said he heard “good things” about me. he said he liked my age, my looks, my willingness, and the fact that i was “a high school girl.” he particularly liked how small i was. i particularly remember two things he said during that first meeting—things he has often repeated—“you look like you’re 13 years old” and “just looking at you makes me hard.” he wasn’t bashful about his thoughts and feelings.
joe wanted me as the hostess for a fantasy football draft party on labor day weekend. he offered me a lot of money. he wanted me to make the event fun for eight men. he told me the men ranged in age from 38 to 45, except for one man who was 62. all the men were married, or had been married, and he knew all of them personally. he said they all were discreet and clean and generous. we talked about what he wanted and i told him i definitely wanted the gig.
i left starbucks with him and hopped into a black cadillac escalade in the parking lot behind the building. i felt safe behind the dark, tinted windows when he told me to unzip his pants and take out his cock. he said i needed to take an “oral exam” if i wanted the gig. i said “okay” without hesitation. in all honesty, i was aroused and feeling needy by then and would have taken his “oral exam” even if he said he wasn’t going to hire me.
his cock was big and warm and thick in my hand. “i hope you like 8-inch italian sausage,” he said, smiling at me. he held my long blonde hair as i leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. it grew bigger and harder as i tightened my lips around it and i slowly but eagerly started sucking. i wrapped one small, warm hand around his cock and took his balls in my other hand. after awhile, i slid my mouth off his cock and looked up at him before i licked his cock and balls and rubbed them across my lips and over my face like i was in love. i stroked his cock while i held the it’s swelling head against my eyes imagining him ejaculating into my blue eyes like porn i’d seen.
he told me i was “a very good little slut,” before he tightened his grip on my hair, pulled my head down and pushed his swollen cock roughly into my mouth and throat. he held my head down tightly and pumped his cock deep into my throat until i gagged and almost puked. he let me catch my breath before he did it again. and again. i don’t know how many times he repeated his rough penetrations. i was drooling a lot and coughing, choking on my own spit.
after throat fucking me like that awhile, he told me not to move, just keep my lips tightly around his cock. i stayed perfectly still with his cock in my mouth. i felt it pulse as it pumped out cum, one thick spurt after another, until my mouth was full. when he finally finished, he pulled my head up and looked at me, my hair still in his tight grip. i showed him the mouthful of his thick, opalescent white semen, mixed with my spit, before i swallowed it. “you’re very good,” he said, “and i see everything i heard about you is true, you really do love big, hard daddy cock and swallow all the cum.” i smiled and shyly whispered, “yes.” he gave me a $100 dollar bill. “you’re perfect,” he said. that’s how i was hired to work the party.
over the next two weeks he bought me the clothes he wanted me to wear—a black pleated micro-mini skirt, black low-cut satin thong, black satin bra, sheer pink crop top, pink nylon thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heels. apart from the clothing, he wanted me to wear red lipstick, lots of mascara, eyeliner and makeup, and long, fake eyelashes. he wanted my fingernails and toenails nicely done in red polish matching my lipstick. he paid for everything. he wanted me to look nice so, as he said, “the men can have fun messing me up.” I told him he had to plan for enough time for me to do the makeup at the lake house because I couldn’t do it at my house (since my mom might be around and would wonder about things).
the party was on a friday night at the lake house. i told my mom i was waitressing at an event in saratoga, that a co-worker was giving me a ride and that i would be home very late. i left my house dressed like a waitress—black polo shirt and skirt, ankle socks and sneakers—and had my “hostess” clothes and make-up in my backpack.
joe picked me up in a parking lot a couple blocks from my house at 6 on friday evening. another man, a close friend of his named tony, was in the front passenger seat. joe and tony were both wearing shorts and polo shirts.
tony said he was 38. he was a little shorter than joe, probably about 5-11, and weighed about 220 pounds. he was very muscular. tony made me drink a small bottle of vodka and got into the back seat with me for the ride up to the lake house.
i quickly learned that tony, even more than joe, was very well endowed. as soon as joe pulled out of the parking lot, tony undid and unzipped his shorts and slid them down. unlike joe, tony’s cock was uncut. when i first laid my blue eyes on it, it was soft and very thick, probably 6 inches, with everything sheathed in dark, tight, smooth foreskin. i immediately noticed the big head of his cock veiled in that sensitive, thin covering, waiting to emerge. i also noticed tony’s huge pair of balls like two gallon jugs full of cum.
everything got a lot thicker and longer after tony grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to his cock. he asked if i knew what to do and i hoarsely, nervously whispered “yes.” i slowly slid the skin back and forth, stroking his cock that way, before taking his cock between my lips. it grew bigger and harder very slowly as i sucked and licked his cock, my hands wrapping only partially around its thickness. i opened my mouth very wide and struggled to take his cock deeper as it grew bigger and harder. even when i wrapped both my hands around his cock, there was enough length to go pretty far into my stretched lips and mouth. 6 inches became 9 inches. i imagined tony holding me me down on a bed and laying his cock on my belly. i was aroused and wet and very much into blowing him, knowing eventually, after the party tonight, he would fuck me.
tony was in no hurry. i was on my knees sucking and licking and playing with his cock and balls for most of the ride to the lake house. joe glanced back or watched in the rearview mirror, rubbing his cock while he drove. the two men talked, commented about me, called me names, as i knelt on the floor. i knew joe was very hard too, he didn’t need to tell me.
eventually, tony slid down on the seat and told me to rim him while he jerked off. i did what he wanted, licking and pushing my tongue into his ass and rubbing his balls until he pulled me up by my hair, shoved his enormous hard cock into my mouth and ejaculated endless streams of thick, warm cum, so much that i almost choked before i swallowed it. i stayed on on my knees and licked tony’s cock and balls clean while he sat back.
“you’re quite a cocksucker,” he said, as he pulled up his underwear and shorts. joe sounded like a proud father (a father i never had) when he looked back at tony and said, “i told you so, the perfect girl for us . . . there’s going to be a lot more for you at the party, slut, and afterwards, before we bring you back home.” tony and joe laughed, and i smiled with the taste of tony’s cock and cum in my mouth, as we drove down a very shaded, narrow road through a forest and finally arrived at the lake house.
as soon as we stopped, joe got out and opened the back door. “my turn, now, get on your knees.” he pushed me down as he quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear. his cock was hard as a rock when i took it in my mouth. i barely started sucking it when he grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my throat roughly. he held my head and pumped his cock into my mouth and throat a few times before he stopped and just held my head tightly as he ejaculated.
sharp, thick spurts of joe’s cum flooded my mouth as i knelt on the gravel driveway, my knees hurting. “don’t swallow until i tell you, slut,” he said. he slid his thick, sticky cock out of my mouth, rubbed it over my face and told me to open my mouth wide. “show me the cum, little whore, open your mouth wide and keep it open until i say you can swallow.”
i looked up at him and opened my mouth. it was full of joe’s thick, white cum and my spit and drool. i tilted my head back and used my fingers to push the overflow from my lower lip so it all stayed in my mouth. “here, let me add some more,” joe said. then he snorted, sucked a big, thick wad of spit and phlegm into his mouth, and leaned closely over my face before he spit it all into my mouth. “now swallow it,” he said.
he chuckled as he watched me, as i knelt in front of him and swallowed the overflowing cocktail of spit and cum, and then opened my mouth and displayed my now-clean tongue and empty mouth. it was all inside me. “good girl, good little whore,” he said, “i can tell you like that.” “you do what you’re told tonight and i promise there will be lots more for you and lots of cash for you too.”
the house was on a little hill about two hundred feet from the lake. it was very big. when i walked in, joe first brought me to a big living room overlooking the lake that was set-up for the fantasy football draft and party. he showed me the bar and snacks since i was the waitress that night.
in addition to serving drinks (really only beer and straight liquor on ice), i was also expected to give shoulder rubs and lap dances, let the men touch me (my tits, ass, pussy, hair and face), strip my clothes off piece-by-piece over the course of the night, and provide hand jobs, blow jobs and any other intimate sexual services i was willing to provide. there was a big bucket in the living room to collect cash tips for me. the tips were in addition to the cash joe paid me—$1000–as hostess.
there was a private bedroom and a big tiled bathroom right off the living room. joe said it was available for anyone who wanted me privately for awhile. joe reminded me that there would be a total of eight men at the party and it would last from 8 until 11 or so. after the party, i was expected to help clean up and have what joe called a “2-on-1 spit roast” before they drove me home. he said i would be home around 1 saturday morning.
after showing me around, joe took me into a bedroom where i could clean-up, put on the outfit he bought me and do my makeup. he brought me a glass of vodka on ice. it took me about forty minutes to get ready. i was still in the bedroom when the other men arrived. i heard them coming into the house, six more men, all except one wearing shorts and polo or tee shirts.
the only man wearing long pants was the oldest man, john, who wore long khaki pants and a black polo shirt. he was the 62-year-old man, 6-4 with a big, firm belly, long grey hair and a beard. eventually that night, john took me into the bedroom and fondled my tits and ass and pussy privately before telling me to kneel down. by the time he took me into the bedroom, i was only wearing the black satin thong and high heels. when he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his cock was hard. i took him in my mouth, 7 thick inches, and slowly sucked his cock. it took awhile but, eventually, after i sucked and licked his cock and played with his balls and looked up at him with big blue eyes, he erupted with a long, slow series of spurts, much more cum than i expected from an older daddy. i swallowed what was, i think, my sixth load that night (the fourth since the party started). i saw john almost every week until i left for college a year later. he was “my car dealer.”
the other five men were all in their 40s, clean-shaven with “dad bods.” all the men were standing around with drinks in their hands when joe brought me into the room. i was feeling warm from the glass of vodka i gulped down and nervous, aroused and unsteady on the five-inch stiletto heels. i wasn’t used to wearing heels and was amused at feeling so tall.
i was immediately the center of attention and comment. joe was beaming and said,“she’s still in high school but she definitely knows what to do.” he then explained the rules for enjoying me that night—there really weren’t many except that, unless i specifically agreed, there was to be “no vaginal or anal intercourse, no fucking her in other words.” they all laughed and commented but their eyes never left me.
picture this: i was all cleaned up after my ride with tony and joe. i stood balanced on black stiletto heels that made me five inches taller than my barefoot height of five feet. i was wearing a very small black pleated micro-mini skirt that barely covered my ass. a small, black satin bra showed underneath a clingy, sheer pink crop top. thigh-high pink nylon fishnet stockings made my legs an invitation. if the stockings on my legs could have talked, they would have been saying, “spread them.” there was a gap between the top of the stockings and the skirt showing the upper part of my small, firm white legs. there was a similar gap between the top of my skirt and the crop top baring my smooth, firm white belly and a shiny, silver navel piercing. i was on display for eight men, some sitting and some standing close to me. all of them held a drink and were thinking about something other than fantasy football.
i don’t really know anything about fantasy football. i wasn’t there for that. i was there with all the men for almost three hours while they did their draft. i brought them drinks when they asked. i gave them shoulder rubs, sliding my hands under their shirts. i got close to them and felt their hands on my tits and ass and up between my legs. i sat on their laps and moved so i felt their hard cocks pushed up against my ass and cunt as they held me.
there were “rounds” to the draft and, after some of them, i had to take off an article of clothing. i took my crop top off first. after that, i took off my skirt so i was only in black bra, thong, fishnets and heels. my bra came off next and joe auctioned it off to one of the men for $100. i pulled my fishnets off next (taking my heels off and putting them back on) and a man took them from me and put more money into the bucket on the counter. i was only wearing a black satin thong and heels now, barely anything.
the men all liked me in just a thong and stiletto heels, even though i still had trouble walking. by this time i also had more vodka so i was a little drunk i guess. during the next few rounds of the draft, each of the men wanted a turn with me—wanted me on my knees for a blowjob. i did this in front of all of them, except for john and another man, who took me into the bedroom. the other man who took me into the bedroom gave me $200 and fucked me on the bed. he wore a condom and a wedding ring. he probably thought of his wife or daughter when he fucked me.
when the fantasy draft ended, joe auctioned off my thong. i got $150 for that and all the men said goodbye to me while i was naked, except only for stiletto heels.
i was alone again with joe and tony. my makeup and lipstick was a mess and my false lashes were hanging off. joe pulled the lashes off. “i don’t want my wife finding fake lashes lying around,” he laughed.
joe said i didn’t need to help clean up and, without saying anything else, he pulled me over to the sofa. for about a half-hour, joe and tony fucked me bareback. they were aggressive and rough. my mouth and cunt felt every hard, deep thrust. they weren’t gentle with the penetrations and their size hurt me. they moved back and forth, from one end of me to the other, until first tony, and then joe, pumped my cunt full of cum. they each moved to my mouth when they finished.
i lay awhile on the sofa. i was a little drunk and sore and probably smelled faintly of alcohol, sex and semen. i was unsteady when i stood up, still in the heels, and sore between my legs from what they did. i tasted cum in my mouth, my throat was thick and a little sore, and i felt semen drooling from between my legs as i walked to the bedroom.
i showered and changed back into my waitress outfit and rode home quietly in the back seat of the escalade. joe and tony talked all the way to my house, where they paid me and left me off.
i continued to see joe and tony during my senior year in high school and they sometimes arranged dates for me involving other men. i wrote about them in a story titled “a memorial day cocktail” and they were the men who took me to a casino hotel for two nights before i left for college.
all the other men at that party, at one time or another, contacted me afterwards for something they wanted and some discreetly shared my name with friends. i learned that when you’re a “good” high school girl you don’t need to advertise.