Three men and a woman.

Master John pushed his cock into my mouth and straight to the back of my throat, quickly hardening as he started to face fuck me. Behind him, I could hear Mark and Mistress moaning. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but they were obviously enjoying themselves.

My head felt light from the nails, and I continued to shudder in pleasure at simply knowing I had put myself in this position. I was completely ****, nailed naked to a wall for others to use me as a dart board, and I had never been so aroused. As he was fucking my face, I heard the door open and a group of voices laughing as they entered.

“John, starting without us?” I heard a man say.

Master John stepped back, and I saw firstly that Mark was eating Mistresses cunt, and second that there were four more people, two older gentlemen, about the age of Mistress and Master John, so around the forty mark, a woman of the same age and a younger guy, only about my age. “Smithy, oh, and you brought your son. Good to see you, James.” Master John said.

“I’d like you to meet Mark, who’s currently bringing my wife to orgasm. And Kimmie, our target for tonight,” he pointed to me.

“Hi, and welcome,” I squeaked, not quite knowing what was expected of me.

James was staring at me in obvious lust, “We’re going to use her as a pin cushion? Damn, this is going to be fun.”

I shuddered. “And Mark, Kimmie, this is Smithy and his wife Margaret, and James, their son, as well as Maxwell, an old friend from high school.”

The other older man seemed to balk at that, “Old, who are you calling old?” They embrace each other in a big bear hug, not caring about Master John’s nudity. “So, shall we get the games started before we have too many drinks?”

John agreed readily and grabbed a set of black plastic glasses from a nearby table and slid them into place over my ears. “Safety first,” he said. I laughed at the fact he was saying that when the plan was to throw spiked little balls at my naked body, but it made sense, my skin would heal, my eyes if they were damaged wouldn’t. “Mark, stop eating my wife. We have a game to play.”

Mark reluctantly stopped, and Mistress groaned, “God, he’s good at that,” she moaned. “James, you know I’m not very good at this game, so do you want to sit out and lend me a hand?”

James shook his head, “Sorry Pam, but no, I want a shot at this tattooed slut, Having her for a night would be lots of fun, and I have my mates 20th birthday in a couple of weeks and haven’t bought him a present, she would be perfect.”

I moaned again at the position I was in and how **** I was, if James won, he would share me with his friend, but I still didn’t know what the others had planned if they won.

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