I entered the room, both nervous and excited about what the night would bring. I had dressed as I had been told; a low-cut, clingy, black dress that barely covered my ass in the back and barely held in my breasts in the front, thigh high, black leather boots over fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt, and no bra or panties. My skin was smooth and hairless; I had spent an extra long time preparing by making sure that every last bit of hair was removed from between my legs to allow my viewers the best possible view of me.
I walked towards the lone chair in the middle of the room, knowing that the men were watching each step I made. I felt the wetness between my legs, and wondered if they could hear what I could hear as I walked - the wet sounds of my lips alternately rubbing and slapping together and pulling apart. I sat down, carefully pulling the back of the dress down so that my smooth skin would not come in direct contact with the chair.
One of the men spoke: "spread your legs." I paused only for a moment and then acquiesced. My face was burning with a combination of embarrassment, desire, and shame as I realized that the onlookers could now see between my legs.
Another voice spoke: "show us your breasts." Again, I quickly obeyed, and I dropped the slim straps off of my shoulders and then peeled down the dress so that it rested below my breasts. I glanced downwards as I did so, noticing that, as usual, my nipples were very puffy; this was one of my master's favorite things about me, the fact that when aroused my nipples, rather than hardening up and sticking out as most women's did upon arousal, became puffy and swollen, further adding to their already full dimensions. I heard a few murmurs of approval, followed by a brief comment that I knew was spoken by my master in reference to my nipples: "I told you so."
A man stepped forward. I had been instructed not to look at any of the men above the waist, and, not wanting to displease my master, I did as I had been told. He spoke, "stand up." I did, knowing that my dress remained hiked up at hip level, baring all. I hung my head in shame, realizing that I was now displaying not only my full breasts, but everything between my legs as well.
The man spoke again: "turn around and bend over so that you're leaning on the chair. Make sure your legs stay spread." I did as he requested, and realized that the position he had placed me in gave the men directly behind me a perfect view between my legs, while the men on my sides had a perfect view of my breasts as they hung down.
Out of nowhere, I felt a slap directly between my legs. I closed my eyes and did my best not to make a sound, and succeeded. The man laughed, remarking, more to the others, I think, than me, "it's hard to make contact; there's so much wetness there that I almost slid right off."
He slapped me again, but this time rather than removing his hand right away he left it there for a moment, sliding his fingers back and forth between my legs to feel my wetness. He eventually removed his hand, only to repeat the process; slap, feel, slide. On the fifth hit, he left his hand between my legs and opened his hand up fully, so that he was almost cupping me in his hands. He then pushed in with his hand, so that it came fully in contact with me, and he started to move it vigorously back and forth. I was lost in the sensation, and before I could think about it, I let out a moan. The man immediately removed his hand.
I wanted to beg him to replace it, but knew that this would only guarantee that he refuse to do so. He moved, instead, to my side, and spoke to me. "Don't get any ideas that this is for your pleasure; your master arranged for us to satisfy ourselves in any way we desire. This not for your enjoyment."
He then reached under me, grabbed one of my breasts, and started to slap it back and forth. He told me to stand up, and moved to my front, and I could feel his eyes burning into my body. I looked down and saw that my nipples were still swollen and puffy.
The man spoke again: "Just look at her; I've never seen such puffy nipples." He then started to slap at my breasts; he went back and forth repeatedly, occasionally pausing to grab at a breast and squeeze it. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I knew that I was dangerously close to making another sound, so I gently bit my tongue to keep silent.
He continued for a while, and then told me to spread my legs further apart; he was now assaulting my breasts with one hand while slapping me between the legs with the other. I bit my tongue harder, knowing that the moisture between my legs was betraying my arousal. He suddenly groaned, and I realized that he had climaxed in his pants without even touching himself. The mere act of slapping at me had made him achieve an orgasm. He pressed his hand against his crotch, gently massaged it as if to rub in the sperm that I knew was in there, and he moved away.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering what would come next, and, for a moment, wondered if I was ready for this. Before I had a chance to think it over any further, two men stepped towards me.
I saw that both men were wearing suits, and that both had pronounced bulges in their slacks. As I looked from one bulge to the other, they both undid their belts, unzipped their pants, and lowered their pants and boxers in one motion. Each man now stood to one side of me; pants around their ankles, erections fully visible, and as one they moved even closer and each reached for a breast.
I gasped as each one made contact; both hands were warm, and although they were two separate men, they seemed to act as one. They began by using one hand to hold my breast from below, almost as if weighing its fullness. They next lifted up the breast they were holding and let it fall, causing it to bounce and sway a bit, and then repeated their actions; holding, releasing, holding, releasing. All the while their erections remained at full staff, and I wondered how long it would be before they began to use their free hands to grasp at themselves.
To my surprise, what happened next was not something I had expected. I was unaware of if they were making eye contact, but they had moved towards each other so that they were no longer on each side of me, but rather in front of me. While using one hand to caress the breast closest to him, each man reached forward and grasped the erection of the one in front of him, squeezing, pulling, stroking.
This continued for some time, and all the while they continued with their manipulations of my breasts. I delighted in the sight of the two men masturbating each other, wondering if my master had generously planned this for my pleasure, knowing of my desire to watch two men masturbate each other. As I silently thought to myself that I must remember to thank my master for this gift, the two men began to caress each other more urgently, and I saw the wetness that appeared at the tip of each erection.
Again acting as one, they released their holds on both my breasts and each other, and they turned towards me. Both of them now had one hand grasping, massaging, and squeezing their testicles, while the other hand rapidly stroked their own enormous erections. Their breathing was loud, shallow, and interspersed with grunting noises, and I knew that at any moment each would reach his climax.
I was correct; almost simultaneously, each man let out a groan of satisfaction and brought the tip of his erection into contact with one of my swollen nipples. They each returned to holding my breasts, using one hand to press me against themselves, and the other to hold the head of their erection against the tip of my nipples.
They both began to spurt uncontrollably; the close contact between us meant that the sperm flew in all directions. Some of it spread across my breasts, some went down their hands, and some hit the underside of my chin and my arms. The spasms continued for some time, gradually decreasing in their intensity. They finally subsided, and the men pulled away, pulling up their pants without bothering to clean up the copious amounts of sperm that remained on their bodies, and they returned to the edge of the room.
