Collection From The Crowd

The woman, fire burning in her eyes, twisted the leash in her hand and began to pull it towards her.

Max felt the collar, something she had nearly forgotten, suddenly tug at her neck, pulling her forward. Legs still shaky, she slid down onto her knees in front of the wife. She felt like a pet being brought to heel, suddenly more aware of the looming circle of men, their eyes bouncing between her and the wife.

“I think I speak for us all when I say I don’t want to see the show end just yet.” the woman purred, addressing the crowd like a de facto master of ceremonies. There was a murmur of agreement and a few coarse remarks in response.

“Sadly, my dear husband needs a few moments to catch his breath.” she continued, clearly loving every moment.

Max cast her eye around the room while she spoke, trying to make out her target through the forest of legs. She hadn't forgotten her reason for being here, and the thought that it could all be for naught made her more than a little anxious.

So wrapped up in her own worries was Max, that it took a hard tug on her leash to bring her back to the moment. She quickly realised that she had missed some important developments around her, including the reason she couldn’t see Jenkins any more.

The crowd of men had resolved itself into a group of six who had stepped forward, although Max noted several more sliding back into the crowd with hurt or angry expressions. None of those in retreat were particularly attractive, perhaps that was the reason they had been rejected for whatever this, was. All of their eyes bounced between Max and the wife, and standing at the end of the group was Jenkins, his eyes rolling over her naked body.

“...So the only question now, is which one of you will get to fuck her sweet little ass.” the wife called out, the crowd reacting to her vulgar language with catcalls and empty promises as she moved around the group. Max watched as the woman slid behind the men, her every move oozing raw sexuality. “So let's see what kind of tools we have to work with here.”

With that, Max observed as the men, some more eagerly than others, pulled their cocks free. Across the group there was quite a range of sizes and girths. Jenkins proved to be slightly above average, the foreskin of his penis sliding slowly back to reveal the shining head. Anatomical differences aside, their cocks all shared two common traits, they were all rock hard and pointing straight at Max.

“Now then.” the wife purred as she pulled the leash taunt again, forcing Max to crawl towards the group until her lips were within inches of their twitching tips. “Let's see which one of you is worthy of such an honour.”

Max looked up into her eyes. A searing heat of arousal seemed to radiate off her like a furnace, as she laid out her next demand with a gesture to the man at the far end of the row.

“Wrap your lips around that man's cock,” she commanded, her business like tone somehow making the words more vulgar, “and swallow every drop of cum he pumps into your pretty mouth.”