The muscles started to constrain, making Thomas' dick being squeezed in such a way that bearing the orgasms was no longer an option. His dick twitched inside the pussy of the woman sitting in his lap and filled her with his thick juice.
The woman moaned while her legs shook due to the pleasure. Her breath slowly became more calm. She got up off Thomas' lap with a security that felt abnormal in Thomas' experience. After a few seconds, the woman's legs fail and fall over the sofa where they had been fucking for who knows how much time.
Thomas was tired. His sex drive was the only thing pulling him to not stop this extreme sex marathon, which even by his standards was too much.
It was Saturday morning when he entered that strange dungeon--the hours had passed with a new companion entering when the last passed out. At any moment the door of the dark room, whose only lights were some blue and red soft ambientals on the walls, would open and someone would enter, and without introduction, they would fuck as he had been informed. Thomas had doubted at first; getting a meeting with the CEO of a rubber company usually doesn't require this kind of process. He thought it was a joke until the first man of the night gave him a blowjob; after that, stopping hadn't passed across his mind.
The door opened, getting Thomas out of his mind and focusing his attention on the people entering. In the middle, there was a woman with red painted skin, dressed with a bondage corset, which marked her big bust. The woman was hot--the kind of hot that Thomas usually left to make his life miserable in exchange for the best bedtime ever. Too sexy, too intelligent, and too good for a horndog like him whose more stable relationship was with his mobile company.
"Thomas Alexander," she said, pronouncing the x like a long s sound. "My name is Scorpio, and they are my siblings, Chameleon." She pointed with her long metal fingernails to the person at her right. Chameleon was dressed in a very tight bondage suit with only an opening around his mouth. The suit and the name didn't give a hint about the sex of Chamaleon, but the only hole in the suit was a clear indication of what they were going to do. "And this is Anaconda and his mate."
Anaconda, matching his siblings, was wearing a leather harness connected with a black belt and shorts, which only could cover a small part of the huge frame of the bodybuilder. The man wasn't tall, not more than 5'5", but he was broad.
He had a big toy in his hands. A dildo that was the largest sexual toy that Thomas had seen in his life. A twenty-five-inch one with a grip of five in its thinner extreme. The toy had numerous lumps all around that caught Thomas' attention, although the thing that brought more of his attention was the crank in the base part--some kind of mechanism to make the play rotate similar to a handheld mixer with a crank.
Thomas was about to ask about it when Chameleon jumped at his side and kissed him. Thomas' lips were assaulted by Chamaleon's tongue, which opened their way inside his mouth. Chameleon conquered the place against the resistance of Thomas' tongue, which didn't get a taste of Chameleon's mouth. The guy didn't even have an opportunity to moan with such a long and wet tongue inside him.
His eyes widened, the air was hard to catch, and he finally had to put his hands on Chamaleon's chest to indicate to them to stop. The sensation of the latex on Thomas' lips was the first to disappear. The tongue needed several more seconds to get out of Thomas, who took a deep breath looking at Chameleon. They showed their incredible tongue, which was long enough to go down to their chest.
"Fuck, that tongue must be a world record." Thomas didn't receive more answers than Chameleon pointed to a bed standing in the center of the room.
It was over a black granite stand, simulated some kind of ritual altar. Chains and hooks for bondage hung from the ceiling prepared for any kind of sexual game. Thomas rested his ass on the hard bed while Chamaleon analyzed him. Their siblings sat on the sofa in front to enjoy the spectacle in silence.
Chameleon licked Thomas' ear and started to go down, tasting the man. Shivers ran through Thomas' spine while Chamaleon enjoyed the salty wet skin of Thomas. They raised his right arm, and his tongue sucked up the reservoir of sweat that had been accumulated along the night.
"Do you like kinky?" Thomas asked and moaned when Chamaleon touched some sensible nerve of the man. They didn't answer, just kept their path towards his abs.
Chameleon followed the track in the middle of Thomas' abs, researching his belly button. They introduced their tongue into the deep, hollow navel of the guy, and if their tongue was stuck, they started to pull.
Thomas yelled. It hurt; he felt like he was being ripped apart. He knew that he should have wanted them to stop. 'It's what normal people would want,' he thought. But he didn't want that; he wanted worse.
Chameleon kept giving Thomas that sweet, ripping pain that he loved while he moaned and yelled. Chameleon just kept doing it for a while until Leo's moans sounded hoarse. Thomas' meat was in its full splendor again, ready for whatever was coming. Chameleon started licking the thigh without approaching too much at his dick.
"Stop teasing," Thomas ordered, without getting anything. Chameleon kept tasting around until they finally licked his dick from base to tip. Thomas waited for the blowjob, but nothing happened. He looked at Chameleon, who turned their hand and then pointed at him. "If you want me to turn around, you better eat my fucking ass."
Thomas turned around, getting on all fours. His rounded gloved twins and pinky hole had been underused that night. Men and women were all bottom that night for some reason. Thomas wasn't willing to disappoint; he loves topping, and he made sure to satisfy all of them. However, his asshole was eager for some action.
Chamaleon opened Thomas' crack with their hands covered in latex. Their tongue licked the tight hole, searching for an opening to break in. They didn't need a lot of time to find it and assault it. Thomas felt the tongue deeper and deeper, reaching areas that had never seen the sunlight.
At one point, Thomas stopped feeling its position because he could only feel a tingle from his sphincter to his belly. Chameleon kept digging in Thomas' interiors, and for some intense moments, Thomas thought that the impossible large tongue had reached the pit of his stomach.
Chameleon retracted their tongue in a quick movement, making Thomas feel his inner parts itching due to the friction. Chameleon passed his tongue for Thoma's crack and slowly claimed his back. Then they extended his tongue from behind and introduced it into Thoma's mouth. The flavor was deep; musky was the best word that Thomas knew to describe it, but it was something else. It was pleasant; after all, Thomas had cleaned himself thoroughly, but it felt like a forbidden flavor. And for the young man, there wasn't anything hotter than the forbidden things. Chameleon played with Leo's mouth for a long time before letting Thoma's breath free again.
Thomas turned back and kissed Chamaleon. No matter how much he wished for it, he couldn't taste their lips; the latex covered each inch of them.
"Your tongue is pretty amazing," Thomas said between new kiss and new kiss. "Now, show me what you can do with your throat."Thomas guided Chamaleon's head to his shaft.
Chameleon cleaned Thomas' balls and dick from the dry jizz that was left over from his previous encounters and then sucked in. Thomas couldn't wait any longer and started fuckface Chamaleon mercilessly, hitting the back of their throat with each thrust.
"Fuck, you know how to blow a guy," Thomas mocked. His balls hurt with each hit against Chamaleon's jaw; the pressure was higher. Thomas finally freed his nut inside their mouth. "You better clean that mess," Thomas ordered.
Chameleon fulfilled orders and cleaned Thomas' shaft without letting behind any drop of Thomas' jizz. Then Thomas pulled them by the latex suit and kissed them. Thomas got how much jizz he wanted and then let Chameleon free, who fell exhausted.
Thomas pulled his black curls back and tried to style his hair a little bit. He felt refreshed after that. The lack of energy had just disappeared at some moment in his shared time with Chamaleon.
The sound of the sarcastic applause brought Thomas' attention to Scorpion, the red-painted woman, who approached with a malicious smile.
"Our mother always spoiled her too much," she said, taking Chameleon by he latex suit and throwing her off the bed.
"Ehh, don't be so rough." The woman put one of her fingers on Thomas' lips to make him shut up.
"After how you treated her, don't you dare to try to look like a compassionate guy, Thomas Alexander. " Her fire eyes pierced into Thomas'. "Python," she yelled, and the bodybuilder answered by taking Chameleon and putting her to rest on a sofa.
"I know how guys like you are," Scorpio said while she was walking around the stand, violating Thomas with her look. While Chamaleon's analysis was based on curiosity, trying to find the nice spots to touch, Scorpio seemed abrasive, almost warlike. She wasn't searching for nice.
"Uhh, really, tell me how I am, big red woman," Thomas said, joining the dirty talk game.
"Guys like you are all kind smiles and sweet words, but then." The woman handcuffed Thomas' right wrist to one of the chains that were hanging from the ceiling.
"What are you doing?" Thomas tried to take away the metallic cuff, but it wasn't any bottom or lock in sight.
"But then guys like you show their real deal. Dominance, their desire to be the alpha male and control everyone around." She took Thomas' left wrist while he was distracted with his other arm and handcuffed too.
Then she walked behind Thomas and pulled off the chains, dragging Thomas' arms up. He felt the muscles of his body ripped like when he weighed too much in the gym. The woman secured the position of the chains, letting Thomas sit on his buck with his limbs all stretched.
"I'm trained to re-educate guys like you. Show you how to be the bitch boys that I deserve."
Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Give me your worst," he said, accepting the challenge.
