This group consisted of three more guys. There were now seven strange men in the room I had never seen before and they were only there to fuck me. I couldn’t imagine being more excited and turned on than I was right then. Mr. Woodburn went through the rules of ‘engagement’ with the primary one being that anyone getting out of hand would be thrown out and if I were to even mutter ‘no’ or ‘stop’, everything was to stop. Everyone nodded their heads. I walked through the group of men to the bedroom door, turned around to face them, took a breast into my hand, and squeezed it.
Adding a smile, “I’ll be in the next room. I don’t want to get lonely…” Mr. Woodburn’s smile grew huge.
I was a couple steps from the bed when two pairs of hands stopped me. They turned me around and I found two more standing behind these. I stepped into them and the others came up to encircle me, each finding a part of my naked body to touch, stroke, squeeze, or probe. I had hands on my breasts, my butt, my stomach, and between my legs. I groaned as a finger found my pussy and pressed inside. Another finger was circling around my asshole and I was very relieved that I was now more comfortable with anal.
I kissed each of the men, turning in a tight circle to do so. I dropped to my knees and my intentions were clear. Each began loosening belts and zippers. I turned to the first cock coming out and sucked it into my mouth. I took two others into my hands and gently pulled on them, periodically changing with a new cock in my mouth and hands.
I felt hands behind me encouraging me to my feet, then moving me to the edge of the bed. I saw Mr. Woodburn standing in the doorway nodding as there was another knock at the suite door. All four men were naked as I crawled to the center of the bed. I felt fingers at my pussy and the subsequent declaration from one to the group, “She’s dripping.”
I smiled, “I need cock, gentlemen.”
Cock I got. They must have known each other because they moved and shared around me with comfort and ease. I was on my back, the men surrounding me. One came up between my legs and eased his cock into my pussy. Another moved to my mouth. The other two men used their hands on my breasts, nipples and held my legs spread wide. They shifted regularly, moving from my pussy to touching me, someone touching me to my mouth, the one in my mouth to my pussy.
It was almost a maddening process and against what I was used to. In relationships, sex was supposed to be a matter of mutual pleasure. Mr. Woodburn’s indoctrination of me into being a slut was about me ensuring the other person’s pleasure above my own. Now, here I am feeling fucked and stimulated while they rotate one after the other through my pussy, stopping at my mouth to become hard before their turn in my pussy. The rotation seemed to be a switch based less on equal time as to avoid climax while continuing to fuck me. Each of them was in my pussy for only minutes at a time, but that produced steady and increasing arousal in me. At some time in their second rotation, I orgasmed. They never stopped, though. Not even to let me flow through my orgasm and to recover. They continued, maybe even switching more quickly as my pussy spasmed around whichever cock was inside.
I wasn’t sure my orgasm fully ended when I rolled over a man lying next to me. On autopilot, I raised my hips, found his hard cock, and inserted it into my pussy. Another cock was brought to my mouth as I began fucking up and down. Fingers probed my body, but this time I could tell they were intent on cumming. The man underneath me grabbed my hips and assisted my motion. In moments, he was straining, his hips rising into me as his face strained, his eyes closed tight. His cum shot into me warm and juicy and the feeling gave me another orgasm even if less intense.
Another man was lying next to him. I moved off one, his wet cock slapping on his abdomen and I moved to the next one. Inserting him, another man offered his cock to my lips. The cycle continued as each of the four moved from my mouth to alongside the one I was fucking as climax and orgasm became evident. When the four men had all climaxed, I sprawled on the bed as the last of them got dressed. I pulled the band from my hair and put my hair back into a tighter ponytail.
I glanced at the mirror at the vanity table and smiled. My lips and cheeks were smeared with moisture from sucking and cocks pulled from my mouth. So far, none had cum in my mouth. I stopped in the bathroom to wipe my face and followed the last of the four out into the other room. I could feel the four loads of cum oozing from my pussy, making my lips and inner thighs slick.
I walked confidently into the room. The four I had just fucked stopped to have a beer. What I noticed was the room was crowded with men standing in groups or alone. I walked to Mr. Woodburn for a drink of water and he said one of the men told him he had heard about this from someone else. Apparently, the word was spreading through the convention. He no longer had any idea how many men might decide to show up. He reinforced that he would stop it at any time I chose. I kissed him on the cheek.
“We’re a long way from that, Sir.” He laughed.
I walked back through the crowd with my bottle of water. I touched the faces of a couple men who immediately followed. I had no idea who came to the room when or in what order, but this wasn’t a delicatessen where you take a number. As the saying goes, if you snooze, you lose.
These men were straightforward about what they wanted. They stripped down upon entering the bedroom. I was on my back with my legs open and that seemed to be okay with the first man who crawled up onto the bed between my legs. He nibbled on my nipples for a bit, but then slid his already hard cock smoothly into my filled pussy. The other man came to my head with his cock pointed at me. I opened my mouth and he slid it in. I was being fucked now at both ends. The man in my mouth was stroking in and out of my mouth as though he was fucking my pussy. Thankfully, his cock wasn’t as big as Mr. Woodburn’s.
Both men came roughly at the same time, pulled out, and left me lying on the bed still wanting. They were so quick, I never quite attained my own orgasm, but then that was the idea of a slut, right. Standing at the door were two large men, both naked, and both sporting nice, large, and hard cocks.
They came to the edge of the bed and put out their arms to me. Not knowing what they might have in mind, but suddenly very interested, I slid across the bed to be assisted into standing between them. They turned me back and forth between as they kissed and fondled my body. When I was pressed up against one, the other had a hand squeezed between us to fondle a breast and the other between my legs from behind, stroking and fingering my pussy. They moved me up against the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed my front into it as they both started stroking my body. One was on his knees driving fingers into my pussy from behind while the other was stroking my clit. I was pressed against the window and I couldn’t miss the fact that the city was going about its business below me and for anyone happening to look out from another window, I was perfectly visible and it was perfectly apparent what was happening. That, of course, just added to the stimulation I was aggressively receiving from these men. When my orgasm erupted, it shook my body and I cried out. I heard others coming to the doorway behind me, but the reflections in the window weren’t distinct enough for recognition. I don’t think my mind was focused on recognition, anyway.
The fingers didn’t immediately stop when my orgasm hit. I felt hands pressing against the window as the fingers continued to stimulate me, driving my peak higher and higher. The hands on my back, I realized, were not just keeping me in place, but keeping me up. My legs became like soft rubber as I shivered and quaked unto the sexual assault.
My mind cleared enough to recognize that I wasn’t pressed against the cool glass, but support against the front of a naked man behind me. My left leg was pulled up and around the man in front of me as I felt his hard cock slide into my pussy. With the aid of the man behind me, I felt hands on my ass lifting me into the air and my other leg going around and locking my ankles. My arms instinctively grasped tightly around the man’s neck and I was moved up and down on the cock in my pussy. Then, after being satisfied apparently, the man behind me pressed a glob of lubricant to my asshole, then a finger followed by a second pushed the lube inside.
I was going to be double penetrated while being held in one man’s arms. I felt my ass cheeks spread and a blunt object pressing against the tight ring of my sphincter. I was very glad I had decided on anal with Mr. Woodburn as the cock pushed through and into me. After a few more strokes, both cocks were deep inside me.
They weren’t finished with the window, though. These two must have been exhibitionists and clearly had done this before. They worked as a team as they moved us back to the window, standing with their sides to the window, my body being lifted and dropped onto the pair of cocks filling me so delightfully. I came, again, as I looked out the window to find several windows across the way with people looking out in our direction. They saw it, too, and increased the action to make what we were doing more noticeable.
They came together or very nearly so. I felt the one in my ass spasm and pulse. As I felt his first spurt into my ass, I orgasmed again, my pussy clenching and spasming around both cocks in separate chambers but intimately in contact. That seemed to be all the other one needed as he followed us.