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Lexi finds herself the helpless object of lust for every person in attendance, used for their pleasure, she doesn't go more than a few moments with a pussy in her face or a cock in her ass. And though she desperately wishes someone would pay attention to her pussy, more and more she finds she actually loves it. The way she is there for their pleasure, to fulfill their depraved desires, causes the heat between her thighs to grow, causes her neglected little pussy to practically drool. Every time she makes someone else cum making her feel more and more objectified. Not something she normally enjoyed, but right here, right now, she loved it. She craved more and more of it, to be an object of lust and pleasure, to be used, the more they fucked her, the she made them cum, the more she wanted. Her own needs and desires utterly disregarded, but in the process fulfilled.

The party continued on and on like this, a woman sitting on the table in front of her, for her to please with her mouth, and a man behind her, having his way with her ass. Her body writhing as she moaned into the women's pussies, her ass gyrating, squeezing her asshole to better pleasure the cocks inside of her. Delighting in the taste of all of these pussies, jealous of the orgasms she was giving them, her pussy almost seeming to grow jealous of how much attention her ass was receiving. It was all a wonderful blend of intense emotions, and she took all they could dish out to her.

After a few hours, everyone (Except for Lexi of course) was spent. She had satisfied them all, and eventually someone remembered to free her wrists from the cuffs. Standing upright, rubbing her wrists, and smiling at all the satisfied faces, she sipped at an offered drink. As she stood, wondering what exactly to do now, the hostess approached and whispered into her ear, "Oh I hope that you enjoyed yourself. I'm afraid that in all the excitement, we all seem to have forgotten to see to your needs. Should I remedy that? I'm not really sure what the etiquette is for this sort of thing." Lexi leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips then said, "I think it's hotter if you don't." Surprising herself, so much so that she actually felt her pussy aching as she said it.

And with that, she bid everyone farewell after a few pleasantries, everyone thanking her for providing such wonderful entertainment. Lexi left the apartment, and began slowly heading back to her own. As she did, she thought about it further. Yes, her body was aching for an orgasm, her pussy a blazing furnace of lust. But the way the denial of that orgasm made her feel. The insane level of lust, the needy, **** feeling coursing through her. The incredibly slutty mood it put her in. More uninhibited than she'd ever felt in her life. She wasn't ready for it to end.

As she took the elevator down to her floor, she received a text, from Mr. E, "Caught the performance you gave at that little party. Very hot!" She smiled and shook her head when she read it, of course that twisted pervert was watching. She responded, "Glad you liked it, though it might've been better had even one of them thought to pay attention to my pussy." Not really truthful, but she hadn't really properly processed those feelings, and wasn't quite ready to share. When she returned to her apartment, but before she could do anything, she received a phone call, from Mr. E. She answered, wondering what he wanted.

"Hi, so just to be clear, after all those hours you spent teasing yourself, a show I really enjoyed by the way, and all those people fucking you, using your pretty mouth, that sexy ass of yours. And not one of those people thought to pay some attention to that tight, wet cunt?" She listened to his voice, hearing the dark lust in it, and she answered, with the most pouty tone she could manage, "No". He responded with a grunt. The kind of grunt that comes out of a man's mouth when he's cumming. Her body's response to that surprised her a bit, but her brain was so utterly lost in lust at the moment that him cumming from learning of her current plight only served to turn her on more. What the hell was happening to her.

And more importantly, should she continue down this path and see where it takes her, or should she pull out her favorite clit stimulator, and let it work its magic until she passes out?