The Den: Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Den: Part 2

... replied to Sandra. Thomas handed me my drink and I took as sip. It was delicious and exactly what I needed to calm my nerves. “Well, Chelsea, you heard the rules when you entered but let me remind you just in case anything slipped your mind in all the excitement. No speaking from this point forward. By being here, you are consenting - so no saying ‘no’. And you’re already naked so no need to worry about remembering the last rule,” Sandra reminded me. “Have fun, pretty girl.” I nodded my understanding, not wanting to break rule number one. My plan from here on was to blend into the scenery and avoid eye contact. The second rule worried me since my plan was not to fuck any strangers tonight. This was a favor for Max, not a gang bang for me. I took a seat in the bar area and enjoyed my drink - letting the vodka do some magic in bringing me back down after cumming all over Max’s cock and everything else that happened before and after. I finished it rather quickly and headed back to get another from Thomas the bartender. I pointed to my glass and gave the international signal for “another one of these, please!” Thomas got to work on my drink and I took a look around the room. There were a few other ladies in the room and a few men sitting around the lounge, seemingly recovering from recent activities or getting ready to join in. No sooner than Thomas setting my drink on the bar in front of me did I feel a hand lightly caress my exposed ass. I turned suddenly, startled, and came ...

... face to face with an average-looking man in his mid-40s. He wasn’t ugly but he certainly was not what I would consider attractive compared to the guys I was used to hitting on me. Realizing that we were both naked, I tried to play it cool and not look down at the rest of his body. The problem with this move was that by keeping eye-contact, I seemed more interested than I was. Rule two flashed through my mind. His hand grabbed mine and he gave me a head nod as if to say “follow me.” He lead me out of the bar area and into a huge ball room. The ball room was covered with expensive-looking furniture of all kinds - couches, ottomans, plush chairs, benches. The furniture was not the shocking part of the scene before me. About two-thirds of the furniture was covered with people in various states of love-making. No matter where I looked, someone was getting sucked, licked, or fucked by one, two, or three different partners. As we walked, I stole a glance at the nameless man leading the way. He was short and a bit pudgy. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. We walked over to a large chair in a darker corner of the room. He turned to face me and sat down. This was the first time that I had the courage to look down at his dick. He was already rock hard, yet only about four inches long. He motioned for me to get down on my knees. He was treating me like a whore and I was not too happy about it but rules are rules and I couldn’t blow my cover. I knew what I agreed to. I figured if ...