It started out slowly and without fanfare. I unceremoniously stripped my dress over my head and sat down on the couch. A man asked if he could lick my pussy, and I said yes, so he kneeled in front of me and began licking. Another man started caressing my breasts.
I had to take my glasses off to play, and so my vision was limited to about a foot in front of me without full blur, so everyone’s face became just that. A blur. It was probably good this was the case because it just became a sea of dick that night, one after another wandering into the room.
Many first went to get fluffed by the “throat goat” as they call her, another woman who shared the 10 ft x 10 ft room with us. Her seated in the corner in an armchair. She had a whole process. Stand here on the mat. Take your pants fully down… The gagging noises regularly filling my ears, as she worked away in the corner. I could hear others in the four or so other rooms screaming, moaning, laughing.
I thought the event would have wristbands to mark clean STI status, as they advertised, but they didn’t even have wristbands at the door when I arrived. This changed my open status to give oral bare, a real disappointment. Many walked away when they heard they had to wear a special oral condom, of which we only had 20 or so, borrowed from the throat goat, and we ran out quickly.
It changed the vibe for me entirely, into something I wasn’t entirely mentally prepared for.
The bodies lined up along the walls, some watching, some masturbating, some eagerly awaiting their turn with me or the throat goat. I took man after man from behind, on all fours on the floor. Some timid and gentle, some bucking wildly and without a hint of self-consciousness.
One of the hosts, seeing the party has started without him, wraps a special plastic wrap around his trunk, covering his dick in a condom like appendage. To prevent splash back, he says. He slaps a condom on top, and asks to fuck me. His charming manner put everyone at ease all evening, and he easily made me cum with his thick cock.
One older Asian gentleman with silver hair asked if he could lick my nipples. The licks were deliberate and slow at first, then sucking and flicking with his tongue. His hands running along my body, me sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. He begins whispering in my ear, and blowing softly. He starts working his way up my neck.
Axel, my spotter, invites another man in the room, and he kneels down beside me, following the older Asian gentleman’s lead and licking my nipples, my neck. I had one from either side, both with wandering hands along my naked flesh. Man after man comes in and whips his dick out in my face. Axel intervenes, condoms only. They reach into their pocket or the container on the wall.
“Oral condoms only please,” Axel demands. “Do you have any?”
Inevitably, they did not, and we had run out early, so they often walked away disappointed. Some went to the throat goat. Then came to fuck me after. It was less than my ideal situation. I felt a tinge of FOMO, hearing the gagging behind me and wanting a dick in my face more than anything. Sucking a dick with a condom is also an adventure where you feel like you might die from asphyxiation when you suck it right into your lungs, especially when deep-throating.
So I basically did a train of men, which was it’s own kind of fun. One man switching me on my back and filling my pussy soundly. His sweat dripping down his forehead from the humidity. He rammed me, while one man held my right ankle and Axel held my left. I shuddered as I came on his cock.
Another, the last man, a black man with braids. He was young for me, maybe mid 20s, but he had a large cock and some good rhythm. He wanted the door shut, so we closed the door, and started to fuck. My legs spread wide again with men holding on each ankle. The blind sensation of not being able to see faces heightened the pleasure. Just anonymous men, I wouldn’t know if I saw again.
Have you ever gone into an experience expecting one thing, only to discover you wanted something completely different?
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