Throbbing headache and throbbing Mark

I woke up in the morning with my head pulsing. It was like a hangover, but not entirely. Mark was already up, and he had straddled my chest and was gently fucking my tits. His cock hung tentatively in front of my lips. “I guess you enjoyed last night,” I said.

He smiled down at me, “Hardly slept, fucked you twice while you were out, and you didn’t even rouse.”

I moaned, “You fucked me while I was passed out?” I said.

He smiled, “Admit it, you love that.”

I blushed, “Maybe we should set up a party, I can not sleep the night before, take some tablets to make sure I stay out cold, and the partygoers can do whatever they want?” I suggested as I pushed my tits together.

Mark laughed and moaned at the same time. “That sound’s hot,” he said. “When would you like to do that?”

I smiled up at him, “When I’m next fertile?” I asked.

Mark groaned, and his cock sprayed up over my neck and face. I giggled, “God, that was hot.”

Mark rolled off me, “I’m surprised you didn’t want me to fuck you,” he said as he breathed heavily.

I smiled, “My head is killing me. Even the movement of you fucking my tits was a bit much right now.” I took a deep breath as I grabbed the sheet and wiped myself clean, “I’ll wash them in a minute.”

Mark rolled over and kissed my cheek, “I love you,” he said softly.

I turned to face him, returning the kiss, “I love you too. Mark,” I said after a moment, “where is all this going with John and Mistress?”

He smiled, “I don’t know, but I love your new accessory,” he said, referencing my ear. “And I know John wants to have your first official party this weekend.”

“Ooh,” I said, suddenly excited, “you mean it? Party guests using me, fucking my cunt until I scream.”

He shook his head, “Only one will fuck your cunt. The one who wins the game.”

I blinked at him, noticing out the corner of my eye his cock twitching. “What kind of game?” I asked.

Mark kissed me again before saying, “It’s like darts, but you are the board.”

I moaned, “No? Really?” he said nothing but nodded. “I guess, next week, I get impaled again. Before getting fucked.”

Mark’s smile widened, “Every round, one person is eliminated, and then the remaining people will fuck your face for a few minutes before the next round. The winner gets your cunt.”

I moaned and shuddered. “And I just have to stay there still, unmoving, letting people throw darts at me?”

“Kind of,” he said, “You won’t move, trust me, and they won’t be throwing darts.” He quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed something from a shelf nearby. He gently tossed it to me, and as I caught it, I yelped.

I looked at the item. It was kind of like a ball but covered in spikes and quite heavy. The centre was about the size of a grape, with the spikes poking out all around. There must have been twenty. Each was a glistening steel and about half an inch long. “This is what they are going to throw at me?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Yep, one shot each, twelve contestants.”

I moaned, “I’m going to have twelve of these thrown at me?” I asked.

He laughed, “No, you are going to have twelve thrown at you in the first round, then eleven in the second, then ten, then nine,” as he spoke, he crawled back onto the bed and kissed me again. I moaned at the touch of his lips and the thought of being a pin cushion for men’s pleasure.

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