Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set(3)

The first guy I’d approached earlier tonight was now the first to approach me, his dark eyes fixated on me, taking in what he’d all but missed out on before. He hadn’t told me his name when we met, and didn’t seem too interested in giving it now; his hands suddenly on the back of my head, running through my long black hair. He was getting hard already, and I could see his cock stretching and thickening as he brought it closer to my lips.

“So, we meet up again after all,” he said with a mischievous smile, “I guess I’ll have to make it worthwhile this time.”

“I hope you do,” I teased, “This doesn’t happen too often.”

He wasn’t wasting his chance this time, his hands already on me; running up my waistline to my my breasts, finally free of their plastic wrapping.

“So I hear you’re quite the little slut, your man here says you’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time you learned a lesson about being such a cocktease.”

“He likes his girls bad, but I wouldn’t mind a lesson anyway,” I replied, knowing Daniel would enjoy my comment. It was the truth; no point trying to hide it from people we’d never see again.

“I bet he does, gorgeous...I’d also wager you’re a good little cocksucker though, aren’t you?”

He didn’t give me a chance to reply before stuffing my mouth with his shaft; I could feel it expanding, stretching my lips as he pushed it to the back of my throat. I knew Daniel was watching, enjoying the moment he’d waited so long to see, his true love naked on a table, sucking the dick of a meaningless stranger.

My legs were being held from behind, and I realized Daniel was strapping my ankles into the attached straps, securing me to the table for his twisted amusement. I could see the rest of the men in the room, closer now; ready to play their parts in our deviant game.

Daniel stood in front of me, holding up a black cloth; it took me a moment to realize what it was, and I jerked my head back to protest.

“No, please; Daniel...I want to be able to see you,” I pleaded, “no blindfold!”

“Just for now---I want you to forget I’m here.”

I was reluctant, but it didn’t matter now; he had me on my knees, tied to the large padded table and there was no way I was going to use my free hands to untie it and risk having him bind them too. I felt him pull the blindfold tight around my head, blackening out the room and obscuring the room of strangers from my view.

As soon as it was on, I felt the same cock in my mouth; it was rock hard now and I could taste his juices oozing out as he rubbed it on my lips. The blindfold was already amplifying my senses; and the taste was so raw, so different from Daniel. In the time we’ve been together I’ve never been with anyone else; yet tonight he’ll see me with no less than four others. A slow heat was building in my exposed pussy and spreading out to envelop my body, as I started to realize our wildest fantasy was becoming a reality.

“Ohhh, shit baby…you really know how to suck a dick; let’s see what you can do with two,”

I could hear one of them coming closer to me, and felt a slippery cock slide into my right hand, leaving a trail of stickiness all over my fingers. A delicious sensation came over me, feeling the wetness in my hand, the velvety cock tip already working itself into a frenzy in my palm. I squeezed the slick tip, feeling him stiffen up in response.

He was longer and thinner than the guy in my mouth and I wrapped my hand around his length. It was already rock hard and dripping all over me; I couldn’t resist the urge to put my fingers to my lips and taste his juices, shoving my fingers into my mouth alongside the first guy’s thick pole, still hammering away at my face.

“You naughty little slut,” he taunted, “You like the taste of that don’t you?”

“Mmm, oh yes I love it...”

I admitted shamelessly, swirling my petite hands all over his fat tip, exploring every inch of it with my curious fingers. What I couldn’t see, I made up for with my hands, trying to judge the men apart by how they felt in my hands and mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it...play with that dick; I think you like having a few stiff pricks to play with, maybe more that you thought you would...”

I could hear Daniel’s voice from behind me; taunting me, he knew I loved it...it was obvious from the juices overflowing from my untouched slit, shamelessly exposed to him as he stood just behind me.

“Oh, God I love it baby…I want some more…”

My voice was pleading, barely recognizable as my own. I felt possessed by some depraved, insatiable goddess, determined to extract as much pleasure as I could from these men, both for myself and my creative lover.