Explore being watched

When I walked in one Friday night, the place was almost entirely dead. Disappointed, I almost turned right around and walked out. There was no buzz of overlapping laughter, or groups already half-undressed in the corners. Just the low thump of music, the bartender hanging out on his phone, and a few men scattered across the main area. I knew most of the people there well enough by then to decide I’d just hang out and enjoy some conversation.

Spotting a man I’d been with a couple times before sitting on the couch, looking at me the same way he had hooked me the first time, I decided to say hi. My stomach tightened, and I went to join him on the couch he was sitting at, and talking with another gentleman I didn’t know.

The only other woman in the place sat at the juice bar with her partner. She was older, and glamorous in a simple black dress, sitting with her legs crossed. She was sipping her drink while her man leaned in close to her. They watched everyone, but kept their seats, occasionally joking with the bartender. There were the several men spread out sipping drinks, and all of them looked like they were waiting for something to happen, even though there was only two women here.

I don’t know what made me do it. The guy I was speaking to joked about everyone else waiting for me to get on my knees in front of him. Maybe it was the relative quiet of the near empty club. Perhaps it was that there weren’t fifty people to hide behind, or be on display in front of all at once. It could’ve been as simple as the way his eyes looked over me when I sat beside him.

Whatever it was, I sank to my knees in front of him before I’d even thought it through. His cock was already hard when I freed it, and felt familiar in my hand. I wrapped my lips around him and heard his breath catch, as I sank down his length.

He was right, it didn’t take long before others started to gather. There were footsteps, and the scrape of chairs, as nearly everyone came closer. I could see them circling out of the corner of my eye. My pulse roared in my ears. A little oral in the main area was generally ignored, but the rules expressly said that any activity should be taken to one of the many rooms, and not in the common lounge, but I didn’t stop.

I wasted no time with teasing, and went right to work, savoring the attention as he rested his hand on the back of my head. But when the first man stepped closer, unzipping his pants, I knew what was coming.

I didn’t resist when he came close to my side, and I simply reached up to take him in my hand. I started alternating sucking between him and the first guy.

Before I knew it, I pulled my skin-tight dress up, inviting anyone to step up behind me. I felt fingers spread me, lubing me with spit, and then he pushed into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, the shock of it stealing my breath only for a second, and moaned around the cock in my mouth, the sound was muffled, but I don’t think anyone would question if I enjoyed it.

The others closed in at my wanton display, showing no signs of rejecting anyone. It all came in a lust filled haze. The taste of one cock replaced by another, the gaping of a hole before someone else slid into me. The rush of knowing others were waiting, watching, and lining up for their turn. My hands shook from the way each new touch made me ache for the next.

I signaled without words, a look, a tilt of my chin. As soon as one finished, another took his place.

At some point, I glanced toward the bar. The couple there had turned fully to face us, her eyes locked on mine. She didn’t look disgusted like I half expected her to. She looked…intrigued. Her partner stood beside her, with his pants unzipped and stroking himself lazily as though waiting for her to give him the green light.

When she finally rose and walked over, the men shifted to let her through. She stopped in front of me, her partner following only a step behind. When her hand gently touched my cheek, she pressed a kiss to my lips even as I still held one of the men in my hand, and another was behind me.

I shivered all the way down my spine at the unexpected moment of tenderness. She decided her man was next, and no one objected. She guided him by his thick and ready cock, and placed him in front of me, prompting me to open my mouth for him too.

By the time it was over, my limbs shook from the strain, I was damp with sweat, and one of the straps of my dress was halfway torn. The men drifted back to their corners, spent and satisfied. The woman smiled at me before her and her partner left, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d feel watching my man use another woman’s mouth.

And I… I sat there on the couch, with legs too weak to stand on even if I wanted to, realizing I’d just been the center of the whole room. The girl who once clung to her boyfriend, nervous and silent, no longer existed, and I didn’t want to give up this new me.

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