Roll Again

Alright, Lucky number 7 said Luke, who had just rolled the dice again.

"Can we have a minute to compose ourselves?" said Bella, still nude and covered in cum.

"Yes, but we need to finish this damn game."

It was too late. Bella and Luke were separated from the group.

They found themselves on a stage in a large dark windowless room. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of cologne and sweat. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they realized they were standing on a stage, surrounded by a semicircle of faceless men. The men were silent, their faces obscured by featureless masks, but their intentions were clear—they were all stroking their erect cocks, waiting.

Bella and Luke looked around, their hearts pounding in their chests. They tried to step down from the stage, but an invisible barrier pushed them back, trapping them. They were here for a reason, and they knew what was expected of them.

The room was silent except for the soft sounds of flesh against flesh as the men stroked themselves. Bella and Luke exchanged a glance, a mix of fear and excitement passing between them. They knew they had to put on a show, and they had to make it good.

Bella took the lead, her eyes locked onto Luke's. She began to dance, her hips swaying seductively as she moved closer to him. She reached out, her hands running over his chest, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. Luke's breath hitched as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare skin. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "We have to make this good, Luke. For us."

Luke nodded, his hands finding Bella's waist, pulling her closer. He could feel her heat, her desire, and it fueled his own. He spun her around, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples through her thin dress. Bella moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

The men around them watched, their strokes becoming more insistent, more urgent. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slapping of flesh, the heavy breathing, the occasional grunt.

Bella turned to face Luke, her eyes dark with lust. She reached down, unzipping his pants, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly. Luke groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more. Bella smiled, her thumb circling the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had already formed.

She pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the stage, his legs spread wide. She knelt between them, her tongue darting out to lick the length of his cock. Luke's hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place as she took him into her mouth, sucking him deep.

The men around them watched, their cocks throbbing, pre-cum leaking from their tips. They stroked themselves faster, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Bella could feel their eyes on her, their desire palpable. It turned her on, made her wetter, made her suck Luke harder.

Luke's hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of Bella's throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't stop, didn't pull away. She wanted this, wanted to make him cum, wanted to make the men cum. She could feel Luke's cock throbbing, could feel his body tensing. She knew he was close.

She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. She stood up, turning to face the men. She slowly peeled off her dress, revealing her naked body. The men groaned, their strokes becoming frantic. Bella smiled, her hand going between her legs, rubbing her clit.

Luke stood up behind her, his cock pressing against her ass. He reached around, his fingers joining hers, rubbing her clit, making her moan. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, his teeth nipping at her skin. Bella leaned back against him, her ass grinding against his cock.

Luke's hand moved from her clit, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. Bella moaned, her head falling back against his chest. He finger-fucked her, his thumb rubbing her clit, making her wetter, making her louder.

The men around them were close, their cocks throbbing, their breaths coming in short gasps. Bella could see the pre-cum leaking from their tips, could see the veins popping out on their shafts. She knew they were close, knew they wanted to cum.

Bella turned to face Luke, her body pressing against his. She reached down, stroking his cock, feeling it throb in her hand. She guided him to her entrance, slowly lowering herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. Luke groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock buried deep inside her.

Bella began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. The men around them watched, their strokes becoming frantic, their breaths coming in short gasps. Bella could feel their eyes on her, their desire palpable. It turned her on, made her wetter, made her ride Luke harder.

Luke's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Bella moaned, her body tensing, her orgasm building. Luke's fingers moved to her clit, rubbing it, making her wetter, making her louder. Bella's body shook, her orgasm hitting her, making her scream.

The men around them groaned, their cocks exploding, cum shooting out, covering the stage, covering Bella's body. Luke's cock throbbed inside her, his own orgasm hitting him, filling her with his cum. Bella and Luke stood there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As the last of the men finished, the invisible barrier disappeared. Bella and Luke stepped down from the stage, their bodies marked by the encounter, their minds racing with the intensity of what they had just experienced. They had completed the challenge, and they had survived. But they knew, as they left the room, that "Cumanji" was far from over.