Isabella gets picked

Finally, the bottle landed on her. The person who had spun it, a tall man in a dragon mask, grinned devilishly. "Truth or dare, lady in gold?"

Isabella hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. She could take the safe route and choose truth, but that would be no fun. Besides, she wanted to see just how far this game could go. "Dare," she said confidently, her eyes meeting the dragon's behind their masks.

"I dare you to kiss the cat woman, with tongue, and to let her play with your breasts," he said, his voice deep and husky. "And I want to see you enjoy it."

Isabella turned to face the cat woman, who was sitting beside her. The cat woman's eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted slightly as she leaned in. Their lips met, soft and warm at first, then more insistent. Isabella parted her lips, allowing the cat woman's tongue to slide into her mouth, exploring and teasing. At the same time, the cat woman's hands slid up Isabella's sides, cupping her breasts and gently massaging them through the thin chains.

Isabella moaned softly, the pleasure of the kiss and the sensation of the cat woman's hands on her body sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into the cat woman's hands, encouraging her to continue her caress. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her arousal growing with each passing moment. As the kiss deepened, the cat woman's fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from Isabella. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, and she felt herself becoming lost in the sensations. The cat woman's touch was gentle yet firm, her fingers expertly manipulating her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Isabella broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes heavy with desire. "That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice barely more than a sigh.

The cat woman smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Now it's time for you to spin."

Isabella nodded, reaching for the bottle and spinning it. It whirred around the circle, finally coming to a stop in front of the woman with the butterfly mask, her body clad in a sheer dress that left little to the imagination. "Truth or dare?" Isabella asked, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.

"Truth," the butterfly woman replied, her eyes never leaving Isabella's.

Isabella licked her lips, considering her options. She could ask a simple question, something to break the tension, but that would be too easy. No, she wanted something more daring, something that would push the boundaries of this game. "Tell me, butterfly, who among here would you want to ravish you, to take your holes and claim you as his, with no hesitation or resistance?"

The butterfly woman hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I... I can't say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Can't say, or won't say?"

The butterfly woman bit her lip, her gaze darting around the circle before landing back on Isabella. "I choose dare."

Isabella's smirk widened. "I dare you to go around the circle and taste every cock, every cunt. Perhaps that would help you choose."

The butterfly woman's eyes widened, her blush deepening. "All of them?"

Isabella nodded, her eyes never leaving the butterfly woman's. "All of them."

The butterfly woman hesitated for a moment before slowly getting to her feet. She moved around the circle, starting with the person to her left and working her way around. She knelt in front of each person, taking their cocks in her mouth and sucking, or licking their pussies, their moans of pleasure mixing with the sounds of the party.

Isabella watched, her own arousal growing with each passing moment. The sight of the butterfly woman on her knees, her mouth and tongue working through the people in the circle, was intoxicating. Isabella could feel the heat between her own legs, the wetness growing with wet slurp.

Finally, the butterfly woman reached her. She knelt before Isabella, her eyes hooded with desire. Isabella spread her legs into the air, the golden chains wrapped around her thighs glinting in the flickering light. The butterfly woman leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste her, to explore her most intimate places.

Isabella gasped, her hips bucking as the butterfly woman's tongue found her clit, circling and teasing it. She could feel the butterfly woman's breath on her, hot and urgent, as she continued to lick and suck. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building with each stroke of the butterfly woman's tongue. Isabella's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body trembling with need.

As the butterfly woman continued her oral ****, Isabella could feel her own orgasm building, the heat coiling in her core, threatening to explode. She bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow pants, her body writhing under the butterfly woman's touch. Just as she was about to reach the edge, the butterfly woman pulled away, leaving Isabella panting and frustrated.

The butterfly woman smiled, done with her task. "It's my turn to spin," she said, reaching for the bottle. "Let's see where it lands."

The game continued, the dares growing bolder, the truths more revealing. Isabella lost herself in the rhythm of the game, the ebb and flow of power and pleasure. As the night wore on, the circle became more and more debaucherous. People were fucking and being fucked in the center, their bodies writhing and moaning, while others continued to spin the bottle.

Isabella was picked again by the bottle, and the spinner grinned wickedly at her. "I dare you to stand in the corner, bent over, letting anyone cum in you for the next 10 minutes, but they cannot touch you with their hands," he said, his voice dripping with lust. Isabella swallowed hard, the idea both thrilling and terrifying. But she had chosen dare, and there was no backing out now.

She stood up, making her way to the corner of the room where she bent over, spreading her legs, using her hands to hold her ankles, presenting her innermost regions to the room. Almost immediately, someone stepped behind her, their cock sliding into her wet folds without preamble. Isabella gasped, her body adjusting to the intrusion, as the person began to fuck her with a steady rhythm. He could not hold onto her hips for leverage, as part of the dare, and could only do slow, methodical strokes, each of which drove Isabella's arousal higher and higher.

As the first man finished, grunting his release deep inside her, another took his place. Isabella could feel the sticky warmth of the first man's cum dripping down her thighs, mixing with her own juices as the second began to thrust into her. Her body rocked with each stroke, her breath coming in shallow pants, as she lost herself in the sensation of being used, being claimed by these faceless strangers. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp from the other players in the game.

The third man was rougher, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that made her cry out. He leaned over the corner walls, pushing Isabella against the wall so that he could drive himself deeper. She could feel her back pressed against the hard surface, her pussy being ravaged by the man's cock, the pleasure building with each merciless thrust.

He grunted, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. Isabella could feel his hot seed filling her, dripping out of her and down her thighs as he pulled out. She was gasping for breath, her body tingling with pleasure.

It must have been almost time, for the other men waiting in line did not enter her, instead surrounding her and jerking the cocks at her exposed ass, Isabella looking up at them upside down from between her legs.

"Here's your reward," one man said, before he shot his load onto Isabella's ass, missing his mark and hitting her face below, splashing into her mask and eyes. Another man shot his seed at the same time, spraying her thighs with his cum, the thick ropes of white liquid coating her olive skin. The other men followed suit, and soon Isabella could feel the warmth of their release on her skin, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

Isabella stood up, her legs shaking from the exertion. She turned to face the group, the evidence of their pleasure glistening on her skin, dripping down her face an body. She could still feel the heat between her legs, the wetness of her own arousal mixed with the seed of the men who had taken her.

The game had taken a turn for the wild, but Isabella had had her fun. She felt dirty, used, but in a way that was freeing. She had surrendered to the chaos of the moment, letting go of her inhibitions and embracing the pleasure that came with being at the mercy of others, allowing herself to be a recepticle for semen and nothing more.

She left the room, eliciting groans of disappointment from the players, determined to find more entertainment for the night.