number three and number five

He asks me to choose and I choose. I hear my voice, is it really me, this woman selecting men who are to spend the next few hours using me, teasing me, fucking me while he watches? "I want number three and number five .. please Sir." He nods and without a word the three man who had not been chosen leave the room - the door slams behind them and I heard a key turn in the lock.

It is a significant sound .. solid and final. My heart starts to pound as I realise that I’m committed. There is no going back. He removes first my tight black skinny T-shirt. Next he unbuttons my short jeans skirt. After removing my peek-a-boo bra he pulls down my crotch-less panties. To make it real slutty he don’t take of my pair of leopard print stockings and my pair of black high heeled pumps.

Then he removes my blindfold, stand back and leaves me alone in the middle of the floor and the two chosen men approach me. The man who had kissed me does so again. As his hands pull me close and I feel the rigid cock press hard against my belly I forget the other man .. until I realise that he is behind me.

His enormous cock is now lodged between the cheeks of my bum .. not threateningly but with a total confidence that he will have me. I’m the moist filling in their sandwich. Now I lose track of what is happening to me and who is doing what. Lips kiss me and hands stroke every inch of my skin; my wrists are held .. first above my head and then behind me while tongues leave slippery trails on my breasts and thighs.