The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... touch my forehead to the table top. I could feel the grip of the specialized paint coating its surface against my cheek. My arse was tilted up and I knew without having to be told I should keep my knees straight and raise my hinny.

I was exposed, my excitement clearly glistening on my pussy lips, with my sight gone I could hear the lift in breath from the others.

Miranda called out to them, 'In order that you actually can last the distance we might have to take the edge off some of you. I recommend that all of you one at a time come and slide whatever appendage you like into her tight little cunt and then cum on her arse or face as you please.'

The fat bastard Marlon moved first, I felt his lumbering bulk move across the floor, his steps scuffing rather than fully lifting. Then his broad hand ran over my raised cheeks, I wanted to hide my disgust but I flinched as I felt the overly soft skin of a sedentary man's hands. They crept down ward and I felt the pudgy fingers split me open and worm their way inside. His nails were short but not because of manicure, the edges were ragged, like he nervously chewed them.

It didn't matter, I was an oil slick with disgust, why the fuck did my revulsion equal turned on? But it was obvious really in hindsight, my master had commanded it and I wanted to please him. My suffering pleased him and so the feedback loop was complete.

I moaned at the invasion, half a whine of complaint and half a deep felt utterance of satisfaction. ...

... It was the starting gun for action in the rest of them. I felt the air shift as an unidentified number made their way off the bar stools to join around the table, touching my skin, groping under my prone body for my tits and fingers prizing at my mouth.

Marlon undid the silk around my ankles and kicked my feet wider as I heard him fumbling at his belt, he laughed at his own ineptitude and growled out 'I wanna go first, I don't think I have the stamina of some of the rest of you. God damn she has me hard.'

There was an agreeable titter from around the table and among the voices there was definitely a female, well shit, they would last a lot longer in the assault of my body than the men. I wondered if she bought a strap on or if she would just get creative.

I could feel Marlon pressing his gut up against my rear and a fist against my entrance that must have been gripping his cock but I was willing to bet his dick was too short to get past his stomach and penetrate me more than an inch if he was lucky. I decided to help him out and get him inside, I shoved my arse back hard and was rewarded with what felt like a small fist parting my nether lips.

Marlon laughed, 'she fucking wants it!' and shoved forward hard with both hands on my hips pulling me onto him. Fuck! I moaned as he stretched me out buried four inches deep, his cock must have been seven inches to get past that gut to make four inside me, but he was thick! I could feel it was all him, no enhancements, all ...