She watched herself in the mirror, amazed that the sensual creature reflected was really her. Her eyes were brimming in lust and excitement, eager to experience what the decadent night had to offer. With the mask on she was completely unrecognizable, not that she knew anyone in this city anyhow. There was nothing preventing her from experiencing the fulfillment of every carnal desire locked within her needy body.
The midget walked back in front of her, now wearing a black top hat. His eyes met hers with a calculating gleam before he nodded, giving his approval. She was ripe and ready to move forward with the entertainment.
With a booming voice, he faced the glass. “Tonight, gentlemen, we have a very special treat.” He gestured back toward Giselle, his palm curved up as if he were presenting a stunning presentation. “We’re going to watch the hottest men compete to give this rubenesque beauty her first orgasm. They won't stop there, though. Our guest has been left unsatisfied. She needs a couple of stallions that can wring every last drop of desire out of her body, even if it takes all of them to do it. These men are on their best game tonight, people. Each one of these men are lusty and fighting mad to get selected to plumb her hot, tight depths. Shall we meet our competitors?”
Her body clenched so tightly she thought she'd orgasm right then and there. Was this what she had needed all along? As she laid there beneath the hot spotlight, she realized the truth. Her body was sexually-starved. Only the biggest and best could quench her need. For this night she was the slut, and her body demanded to be taken like one.
Five men walked in front of her and spread out in a line several feet away. Calling them just men, though, was almost like an insult. These men were created for sex, their bodies hardened and honed to be the perfect sexual weapons. None of them wore clothing as they stood there, proudly displaying what they had to offer. They were only identifiable by the numbered gold chains that swung from their necks. The heat of their gazes settled on her, nearly burning her alive with lust.
They stood at least 6’5 and with bulging arms and thighs. She allowed her lusty eyes to drop down between their legs, taking her time evaluating each one. How could any woman select just a few when the selection was so outstanding?
Their muscles weren’t the only thing bulging. Each cock was eight to ten inches inches long and fully erect, straining toward her in the desperate need to release. Her body visibly trembled. Soon she'd be experiencing what it felt like to have one of that size pushing within her swollen passage.
She swallowed a long groan of need. They were glorious and varied in color, completely groomed by shaving or trimming. The long, thick shafts gleamed underneath the spotlights, like satin over steel. Her hands clenched into fists as overwhelming need washed over her. Their packages were pampered, designed to give a female the ultimate pleasure possible. She wanted them, craved them with an intensity that would accept nothing less than having them. This time she couldn't control the lusty moan that worked its way past her lips.
The host turned and walked closer to her. “Just think,” he said lowly, for her ears alone. “Each of these men are aroused by the sight that greeted them when they walked through that door. They watched you, and now they desperately want you, volunteering to be the one to satisfy your lust. His eyes glittered as he asked, “How many will you choose fair lady? How many will it take to satisfy the unsatisfied? Tonight, the choice is yours.”
He turned back to the waiting men, and the unseen ones beyond the glass. “That’s right,” he said loudly. “Will she choose a few or all five? The decision rests with her, we are just the tools to deliver her the satisfaction she needs.” Each man stared at her intently, openly lustful. They liked what they saw, and their thoughts were focused on one thing. Getting in.
Giselle watched each gorgeous male, and wondered how she would ever choose. They were all so well-endowed. A better question would have been how many could her body take? It was greedy enough to want all five.
The midget turned to look at her intently before smirking. Then, he surprised her by winking. Walking in front of the men, he said, “Each of you are going to get a chance to give your sales pitch. You have one minute to prove that you’re the best man for the job. Anything goes, except intercourse. Let's see how high we can forge this fire.”
Their eyes lit up with interest and anticipation. Self-confidence rolled off of them, each one secure in their ability to win the right to mount her. She shifted gently in anticipation, her tightly-beaded nipples sensitive against the material of her bra. Her body reacted to the lusty looks they were giving her. Leaning back on her hands, she spread her bent knees to give them a peek at what they would be getting.
Getting his pocket watch out of his vest and checking the time, he said, “Number 1, you’re up!”
Within five minutes, every crevice on Giselle’s body had been thoroughly tasted and plundered. Her very blood was on fire from a raging lust that demanded satisfaction, any way it could get it. Never had she experienced such sensuality. Each man had brought her right to the brink of an orgasm just to be stopped because their time was up. The desire inside of her was more than she could take. Her body needed a claiming that had been a long time coming.
“My decision is made,” she said throatily, her eyes slowly perusing each perfect male specimen. “Although I have to admit it was an extremely hard one to make. I want 1, 3, and 5.” She'd been pushed beyond the point of no return. Her body was animalistic, demanding to feel each man pumping inside of her.
She stared at them boldly, eager to get started. The men returned her stare with smug grins, all but giving each other a high five. She lifted her hips up, her wet heat all but dripping out of her drenched passage. Her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together like an offering as she continued, “I want them, now.”
Number 1 could have been a time traveler straight from the days of Vikings. He was extremely brawny with wheat-colored, blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. His arms and back was adorned with native tattoos involving several intricate designs. He had piercing blue eyes and an extremely large ball sack that she wanted to feel banging against her clit.
Number 3 was completely modern and reminded her of a rich playboy. He had a deep and distinctive voice that was totally erotic. A man with a voice like that could be wanted for his rich baritone alone. His short curly dark hair, five o’clock shadow, and rich brown eyes reminded her of an actor in one of her favorite movies. His eyes were full of a promise that his hard body was more than capable of delivering. He was tall and athletically muscled with a six-pack you could bounce a quarter off of.
Ironically enough, Giselle knew the last man. He was the President of the clothing line she had come to Chicago to acquire. He was gorgeous in a three-piece suit, but naked, he was even more so. It was hard to believe that the slightly cool, arrogant professional spent his spare time in baser pursuits like this. As hot as he was, she would have thought him unavailable.
Number 5 was Native American with a reddish-brown tint to his skin and large black eyes. His hair was a thick braid of bluish-black, hanging halfway down his back. She wondered what it would look like hanging loose across his strongly muscled back and shoulders. He even had a white feather worked into the braid, reminding her of the strong and powerful chiefs of old. He could have been straight from the past, not unlike the other man, but the only thing he’d be riding tonight was her. His gaze met hers and held, promising her that he liked what he saw. Complete satisfaction would be found when he got his turn with her.
Clapping his hands, the host said jovially, “Well done.” His voice sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the erotically-charged room. Each of them were caught up in the spell of indulging in this fantasy sex play, and the sexual tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife. The time for talking was over. All of them were hot and eager for action.
He pointed up at the two men that weren’t selected. “Take a seat over there, and we’ll see if you’re needed later.” The
y turned and moved towards the chairs against the wall.
“As for you three. You know what to do, and how to do it. Each man gets a turn, and it’s up to him to decide how it's done. The other men aren’t allowed to touch in anyway, unless they're invited. The man that brings her the best orgasm in under five minutes wins. If none of you can, I bring the other two in. Does everyone understand the rules?” They all nodded, ready to get on with the entertainment.
The bright overhead light against the muted decor of the room made the whole scene seem surreal. Giselle felt like an actress up on a stage, only the role she was playing was real. She rolled over on the padded table, placing the plump red cushions placed beneath her hips.
She laid her face down, leaving her pussy and crack spread wide open. Her crotchless panties were made up of black nylon strips that framed her nether lips. The air felt cool against the heat of her vagina. She was wet from anticipation alone. A slight sheen of sweat covered her body as she decided who to pick first. This was her one shot, and she wanted the standing ovation. Sliding a hand smoothly across the back of her head, she pulled her long brown hair to the side and met the intense black eyes watching her with interest. “Number 5, let’s start with you, shall we?
His voice was deep, and his eyes intense as he replied, “It will be my pleasure.”
Chapter Five
Giselle’s heart raced in excitement as he sauntered over to her. The confident set in his broad shoulders and the intense lust in his eyes assured her that his claiming would be one that she’d never forget. As he walked behind her and his hands slid over her plump ass cheeks, her vision dimmed from anticipation. The palms of his hands were warm and callused, causing goosebumps to pop up over her skin as he gently spread her knees wider. She wanted this man embedded in her, the sooner the better.
Her musk rose up from her saturated pussy, and it was a temptation he couldn’t avoid. “I’m going to bury my tongue so far up your cunt that I’ll be able to taste you a week from now,” he said roughly. He slid a finger from clit to ass, testing her wetness. “So wet,” he ground out behind her. “So lusty.”
She watched him in the mirror as he raised his finger to his sculpted lips and sampled it. His dark eyes met her, their dark depths sparkling with arousal.“You’re delicious.”
The loud rip of a condom package resounded through the room as he slid down on his powerful knees behind the table. He was preparing himself to penetrate her whenever he pleased. “I’ve had the appetizer, but now I want to gorge myself on this delectable feast,” she heard him say softly, right before his face pressed up against her lips and licked deeply.
Her hips jerked at the amazing sensation of his mouth, and he growled. He tasted her hole several times before moving up to her swollen clit. “Yes, yes,” she moaned out incoherently. His darting tongue banged against the thickened nub repeatedly in a sensual assault that quickly brought her to the edge. “I’m going to cum,” she screamed out, oblivious to anyone watching.
“Not without me in you, you won’t,” he assured her in a determined voice that made her want to beg. He stood up and grabbed the base of his swollen cock, positioning the large mushroom-shaped head right against her opening. His features were drawn tight with lust. “When you cum it’s going to be around me, my cock anchored deeply in your wet pussy. I’ll be the one to stretch this impossibly tight cunt, and I won’t stop until it has been thoroughly pounded and fucked wide open.”
She thrust her hips backwards, desperately seeking the pleasure that could only be found impaled on his thick shaft. “Enough talk,” she said roughly. Her body simply couldn’t wait another moment. “Just take it.”
With one powerful flex of his muscled hips and thighs, he buried himself completely in her. She was unbelievably wet, allowing him in despite the smallness of her walls. They both gasped at the sensation of him forcing his cock deep, her body expanding to willingly accommodate his thickness. “Yes,” she screamed, her eyes sliding closed in bliss at the mixture of pleasure and pain she felt from his claiming.
He moved his hips tentatively, his powerful hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. His next thrust was deep and hard, taking her in the way she so desperately needed.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he ground out with each powerful thrust. “I fantasized today about what your body looked like underneath your clothes.” He reached down and rubbed at her clit. His voice was hoarse when he added, “It’s even hotter than I imagined.”
At his words, her body tightened up for the final time and shattered into a million pieces. She writhed on her knees, pushing back with her hips in a way that would have unseated a lesser man. He was up for the challenge.
“That's it, baby,” he said, “Cum for me.” He pounded deeper and faster into her body, pushing the orgasm even higher. He released a guttural shout right before his heavy cock twitched deeply. Even with the condom on, she could feel the heat of his hot semen as it released within her.
When he could talk again, he leaned over her back and placed his lips close to her ear. “Perfect,” he drawled out. “You have a pussy that I could ride again and again, never tiring of it. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get the chance again.” He ran a hand softly over her back before pulling out of her still-quivering, pink flesh. Her passage involuntarily gripped him, as her body tried to hold onto the flesh that brought her such great pleasure.
The midget's voice ripped through the silence. “Well done. You managed to finished with just seconds to spare. So who will the lovely lady select next?”
The remaining two men looked into her eyes heatedly, each one eager to show her what they had. Although she’d just been brought to release, her body was desperate to be filled again by one of these hard, delicious cocks. She had been sexually starved for years, her body knew no limits. “Number 3,” she said, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. His swollen cock was fully erect and ready to be planted inside of her.
She watched as he rolled a condom down his length, his sheer size stretching the limits of the rubber to the max. He walked behind her, and teased her slit briefly, before prodding at her entry. Number 3 had an extraordinary large cock-head, and she couldn't wait to feel it inside of her.
He groaned at the feel of her heat. “Your pussy is hot and begging to be fucked,” he said deeply, reaching up and grabbing a handful of her hair. He pulled back gently, locking her into place. “I'm fixing to take you like the slut you are.”
“Do it,” she dared, her body fully trapped into a position that wouldn't allow her to resist. She arched her ass up even more, waiting and needing to be taken roughly. The feel of his powerful body behind her was driving her wild. “Make me take that fat, thick cock.”
He reached down and gently flicked her clit. The sexual pressure built up explosively as he pushed firmly against her swollen, creamy opening. Her passage resisted his intrusion, nearly unbreachable from the sheer size of the cock that came before it. “You’re shit out of luck, Number 1,” he said arrogantly. “When I’m done with her, she’s gonna be too swollen to be mounted again for a week.”
He was cocky and confident, a combination that secretly thrilled her. She moaned in delight. She watched him in the mirror as he smirked at Number 1, secure in his ability to take her hard and rough. “You think so?” she asked hungrily, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Show me you have what it takes.” She wanted to be fucked until she couldn't fuck anymore.
Number 1 growled before moving purposely to them. “The hell you say,” he ground out, grabbing his base around the cock and positioning it straight out in her direction. It was even larger up close. Her hair was released an instant before he asked, “Would you like to taste it? I want to feel that sweet mouth wrapped around me.”
The tip was just inches from her face, a clear fluid leaking from the slit. His length was smooth and wide, his skin shimmering underneath the bright spotlight. Suddenly there, wasn't anything she wanted to do more. She reached up and clasped him gently, before
spreading her lips wide and sliding the head in. “Mm,” she moaned against his pulsating thickness, loving the salty taste.
Number 3's fingers felt perfectly rough against her labia as he spread her lips wide. He pushed himself deeper into her drenched depths, leaving her no choice but to accept him. “Ah, yes,” he groaned, “I'm going to give you the hard fucking you're begging for.”
She whimpered in agreement. Her body wanted the men to take control. She was incapable of thought, the pleasures of her flesh pushing her lust far beyond any boundaries of propriety. Her greedy body begged for the two cocks working their way deeper into her hidden recesses. Gripping the cushion underneath her sweaty palms, she rocked backwards, letting his next thrust propel her deeper on the turgid flesh in her mouth.
“There will be no more of that,” he said authoritatively, sliding a hand up her back while pumping in long strokes. “You don’t control this fuck, I do.” He pressed down on the area right above her rounded ass, holding her in place. “I get to use it anyway I want, how I want.”
His extra-large length teased the hidden knot within her. It was driving her wild, her body begging for this new satisfaction. She groaned loudly around the stiffness within her mouth. His dominant actions turned her on, the total control they had over her so overwhelming she nearly blacked out. Her fantasies were coming to life as they held her in place with their eager bodies and slaked the lust she had deep inside.
“You’re not getting it so easy with me,” he growled out. “When I come up inside this juicy cunt, you’ll know you’ve been well had.
Number 1 grabbed her hair gently, working his cock deeper within her throat. Every time she moaned, he slid in just a bit further. She relaxed her throat, wanting him buried in to his ball sack. “What do you think?” he asked the other man, rocking his hips carefully. “Think she can take two loads at the same time?”
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