Abigail
Holy smokes, this was intense.
I was in one of the Watch Rooms in the club.
Red light filled the space, casting everything in shades of red and black. The raised platform in the center of the room held a woman.
Her blonde hair splayed around her head as she whimpered. Her wrists and ankles were bound together. Her legs were folded back, knees toward her ears, showing off her pussy glistening under the red light.
A silver mask glowed on her face as three men circled her, their dicks dangling as they moved.
I found a couch near the wall and dropped my ass on it. The room had a cabinet close to the couch, and dildos and vibrators winked at me from their boxes. Oh damn, the sanctuary really went all out to celebrate the ownerโs birthday.
I rose, picking a slim rose gold vibrator still sealed in its packaging and dropped back on the sofa. My black lingerie cupped my heaving tits, a tiny patch of panties barely covering my rapidly wet pussy.
Annette had gone off with Zeus when we arrived at the club and after lingering in the arena, hoping he would show up while also praying that he would not, I wandered around and found the Watch Rooms.
A loud moan spilled from the blonde, drawing my attention. One of the men had positioned himself at her head, his cock pushing between her lips, his hands fisted in her hair and he fucked her mouth.
She gagged around his shaft, giving little whimpers every time he pushed deep. They must have attached microphones to those platforms because her moans and the wet sounds of his cock pounding her mouth filled the entire room, shooting straight to my pussy.
The second man was between her spread thighs.
I wet my bottom lip, ripping the packaging on the vibrayor. He slapped his fat cock over her puffy cunt, rubbed the massive tip between her pussy lips before suddenly driving into her hard.
Oh hell yes.
She screamed around the cock in her mouth as he slammed into her soaked cunt. The third man crouched behind her.
I clicked the vibrator on a low setting, spreading my legs wider, gently placing it over the patch on my pussy.
I bit the inside of my cheek at the lovely thrills of pleasure that zapped up my spine.
The third man had something in his hand. It was a string of anal beads attached on a cord from the smallest to the biggest. They were red and glistened with lube.
He pressed the first one against the blondeโs ass while the other two used her from both ends and she thrashed against her restraints, screaming around the cock stuffing her throat.
God.


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