I’ve always been kind of wild. I’m the type of person who likes to try new things.

Being the experimental sort helped me introduce my true self to a couple of co-workers at my new job. I started out opening the restaurant with my head manager, Brad, and a short guy named David. David had been ogling me since my first day. At first, I found this comical, because I am voluptuous and a full foot taller than David. There were times when I would rejoin the two of them after doing something and find them laughing and unwilling to share the joke. I knew what they were thinking, though.

After a couple of days of this I decided to give them something to talk about. The next morning I wore a black teddy underneath my uniform. After about 20 minutes on the job, I started to put my plan into effect.

“God, I’m hot,” I said, loudly enough for both of them to hear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad and David exchange glances. I removed the polo top of my uniform, and continued with what I was doing. At first they were busy and didn’t notice. Shortly, however, I felt two pairs of eyes boring into my back.

Brad cleared his throat nervously and said, “I can turn down the heat.” I turned to face him and slipped out of my pants. “No, you can’t,” I said. Both of their mouths dropped open, and I laughed in spite of myself. “Well? Come on!”

Brad didn’t need a second invitation, and came over to me immediately. I knelt on the floor and rubbed my face against the fabric over his crotch. He was already hard, and I was pleasantly surprised at the size of his bulge.

I unbuttoned his pants, and then pulled the zipper down with my teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David watching intently, one hand rubbing his crotch furiously. After exposing Brad’s large, stiff member, I ran my tongue down the length of it — savoring the taste as I would a Popsicle. My tongue teased the end of his shaft, sending shudders through his body. Then I felt David’s hands on me, and with his help, I removed my teddy without interrupting the blowjob.

I directed Brad to sit on the floor and lie back. He did so, and I positioned myself over him. I took David’s smaller (but just as hard) cock into my mouth as my hand massaged his balls. I took Brad’s into my other hand and rubbed my clitoris frantically with the tip of his dick. I was incredibly hot, and I could feel an orgasm approaching like a tornado headed for Kansas, when I told them I’d like to try something a little different. Both men were game, of course; their stiff cocks wouldn’t have allowed anything else.

We climbed onto the bread table. Brad sat with his legs spread and his penis pointing north like a pine tree on Pike’s Peak. I slowly eased his rod inside me. Brad grasped my waist and David, from behind, wrapped his arms around my chest with each hand taking a firm hold on one of my breasts. I loosely wrapped my legs around Brad, and both men began to raise and lower me onto Brad’s dick with a pistonlike motion. As the pace grew more frenzied, I was being slammed down onto him with considerable force. I loved it!

Finally they got an idea of their own. I bent over on all fours, with my bush positioned over Brad’s face and a perfect access to his saluting soldier. David thrust into me from behind, while I sucked Brad off. Brad’s tongue flicked at my clit, bringing me to an amazing orgasm. A few minutes passed and Brad shot a salty load of jism into my mouth.

Brad was finished, but David still wanted more. So I flipped over into the missionary position. From behind, Brad raised my legs until my feet were parallel with my head, and spread me wide until I thought I would crack in half. He held me there securely while David fucked me like a horny little rabbit. After he was done we went back to work — David was whistling and Brad had a perma-grin, although we were an hour and a half behind in our work.

Months later, I am still there, still opening with them. We come in a little bit earlier now, to give opening a whole new meaning.