Date Night Pt 03 2

The plug Sir gave me was a good deal more difficult than the one I started the evening with. For starters, the tunnel didn't have the typical tapered end that made insertion a breeze. So a good deal of the ten minutes he gave me was spent finding a decent angle to maneuver it into my asshole. There was also the lack of a tear drop shape which usually made it easier to keep a plug inside. While it had ridges on the outside, for the most part, there wasn't much form or shape to this butt plug. In fact, it didn't plug anything at all.

Once I felt I had it firmly in place, I took a minute to fully adjust to it because it was keep my ass gaped and that wasn't a sensation I was accustomed to. Once that initial adjustment had passed, I turned around and gave myself a glimpse in the mirror someone had oddly placed in this space. I wondered again what kind of establishment Sir had brought me to...

The turn made the sensation of being full front and center again. It made me feel more full than anything I'd had in my ass in the past, other than an actual cock, which was odd because the core of the "plug" was missing. It was a literal tunnel and when I bent over and got good look at it in the full-length mirror, I could see all the way through to the pink of my rectum.

Every motion was a struggle but I knew I was running out of time to get back to my seat. I moved to sidestep the edge of the screen that had provided me with cover but discovered myself hesitating to step out into the auditorium again. I knew I was under no obligation to go through with anything that was about to happen. In all our play, Sir's intervention was always a safe-word away. The only experience that came even close to my headspace tonight was the moment a long wait to ride the roller coaster brought you close enough to watch the riders ahead ahead of you get on the ride. The thrill of the roller coaster was so distant until that point and now you were faced with the choice.

Your limbs tremble from the adrenaline coursing through your veins and your stomach feels like it's dropping out. Even as you're fastening your harness and actively securing yourself into the seat, your body is screaming at you to get off and plant your feet on solid ground. But once the ascent towards the first big drop starts, there is no turning back. You're along for the ride until it reaches the end, and until then, you're screaming, hollering, and laughing along with everyone else who joined you.

I love roller coasters and much like the roller coaster, as much as I may scream that I've changed my mind and want to be let off, I don't want to be let off. Let me tremble. Let me scream. As far as I'm concerned, every step towards the group of men waiting on me was part of that initial climb, the seemingly endless climb that is just the beginning of a wild fucking ride.

I stepped out from behind the screen. Ten men, including Sir, stood or sat around the front row of that auditorium. Ten cocks in one night. The most I'd entertained in the past was 4 so this was going to be interesting. They watched me approach, varying degrees of arousal written on their faces and evident in the cocks that had already been liberated. Some kept their shirts while others were completely naked. Some circumcised, others intact. Younger, older. Fit and...not so fit. But none were what I would call unattractive and all were of a very decent size. Every cock was equal to, or larger, than Sir's, an observation that had me salivating by the time I returned to my seat.

I tried my best to look sexy as I walked but this tunnel plug was not meant for someone on their feet. At best, I'm sure I waddled.

Once at my seat, I didn't sit immediately, curious if there were any developments during my absence. I did notice a bench of sorts, something I didn't see or take in when we first entered. I grant I may have been a little distracted at the time. Before I could look too closely at it, Sir, himself already completely naked and donning a cock ring I've never seen him use before, walked over and took my hand.

"Thank you, Kitten. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to show the gentlemen what your condition looks like. Turn, bend over, and spread your legs."

I did as instructed, pivoting and bending at the waist, using the armrests of the seat to support myself. I planted my feet even farther apart and even arched my back to give the position a little extra allure. Sir lifted the hem of my dress to expose my ass and the reactions in the room were unmistakable. I was tickled by the sounds of approval and I hope it showed when I wiggled my hips in delight.

"Settle down, Kitten. Now, gentlemen. As you can see, this plug is a tunnel. It keeps her ass gaped and receptive to whatever fits in this tunnel which tonight will be your cum."

Thank god I was holding onto those armrests because one leg buckled after Sir finished his sentence. My eyes gaped, probably as much as my asshole, and my head whipped to eyeball Sir who continued to explain how the evening would go.

"So fuck her mouth. Fuck her pussy. Fuck her mouth then her pussy and vice versa. But the moment you know you're going to bust, please make sure you can make your way around back and aim it right in there. Use her the way you want but the moment the first one of you cums in her ass, she stays on her hands and knees so none of it leaks out."

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I listened to the men laughing, making jokes about how I'd be "shitting cum for weeks". And through all this the throbbing in my pussy only intensified, so much that it took every ounce of my restraint to keep my hands where they were instead of aggressively fingering myself.

"Jesus," one of the men said. "Look at that pussy, it's drooling already."

I couldn't doubt I was that aroused just by the thought of what they would do to me. Though I did feel the smallest pang of regret that none of them would fuck my ass. I suppose Sir still feels possessive of that specific hole and so he will remain the only one who gets to be balls deep in it...for now, I hope.

"Are you excited, Kitten?" Sir asked, placing a hand on the small of my back.

"God yes," I replied.

Then a strange deep voice asked, "May I?"

I felt Sir's hand leave my back as he said, "Absolutely."

My eyes opened quickly but I kept them trained on the crushed red velvet of the cushion under me. I didn't want to look or see, I just wanted to feel. The need to be touched, filled, used...the anticipation of it alone wound me tight enough to make my entire body quiver. I could almost hear the clack-clack-clack of the roller coaster climbing in my mind.

He stroked my inner inner thigh. My mind immediately pondered the numerous possibilities of that touch and a whimper escaped as the touch traveled upwards with excruciating patience.

The man, whoever he was, sucked in a breath as his fingers reached the wetness that had already made the skin between my legs slick with need.

"Drooling is right," he said. "This pussy looks like it's starving."

His fingers left my thigh and reached under me to stroke my mound, the fingers sliding back and taking care to avoid my swollen clit. I whimpered again, collapsing forward until my forehead rested on the back of the seat which only served to expose more of my core to the onlookers. The man's fingers stopped just short of the plug and began to slide forward again, no longer seeking to tease but now looking to explore.

Clack-clack-clack.

All it took was the tip of one finger dipping inside my pussy to elicit the first moan. I heard him chuckle softly as he paused briefly then felt him add a second finger, easily pushing both digits inside until his palm lay flat against my ass.

"Fuuuuuck me," he whispered. Then raising his voice he announced to the group, "I figured she'd have a tight pussy but the plug makes it sooo much tighter."

Ever the cock-hungry-good-girl, I pressed back onto his hand, as if trying to take his fingers deeper. He withdrew them and only to insert them once more before pulling them out entirely. The sound of him licking his fingers followed quickly as did his moan of approval. It was hard to ignore the feeling of emptiness now, as if it was possible to feel even more empty than I was before.

A hand on my head distracted me and I lifted my face from its place on the back of the seat. I was immediately head to head with a cock not an inch away from my mouth.

Clack-clack-clack.

My eyes followed along its generous shaft to the athletic but slim coffee colored body it was attached to. Above me, the man belonging to the coffee colored body regarded me playfully, smiling but somehow also telling me there was only one thing he needed from me in that moment.

"Open your mouth," he directed, the voice deep and smooth.

The precipice; the pause just before the drop.

At this point, I didn't need to be told twice.

No sooner had my lips parted that his fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me forward just as he thrust almost directly into my throat.

There was no turning back for me now.