Chapter 1 - Part 8
OMG. My mind was in such a state. How could she have stopped just when I was going to cum? I was being driven out of my mind. I was that close to blowing my load that I would have done anything she told me to do. OMG, anything.
She looked at my face and smiled in a cruel and deliberate way. She knew exactly what she had done to me, and knew my cock was now so sensitive. She reached down and held me in her hand, then pulled me to follow her out of the bathroom and to the top of the stairs. She let go of me and we walked down to the hallway with her in front of me.
At the bottom of the stairs, she once again grabbed my cock and led me into the living room. I was still completely intoxicated by her smell, looks and what she had done to me. Her body, her bum, the way she moved, her short brown hair, her small but lovely breasts with those so hard nipples and that collar. I was totally under her spell, even though I could hear the noise of slapping and moaning coming from the living room.
As we entered, Claire announced excitedly, "Our newbie is here everyone, all fresh and ready to play."
She let go of my cock and stood me in the middle of the room, then made me do a slow pirouette, so that I showed off my newly shaved body for all to see. As I spun round, I got some applause and a few encouraging comments from everyone. Bob was stood facing the sofa, with his back to me, but looked round and gave a facial gesture and a nod to say that he was impressed. He turned back to what he was doing but said to Claire.
"Excellent. The boy looks like he enjoyed his preparation time with you Claire. Has he been hard all this time?"
"Pretty much," she replied giggling. She reached over and held me in her hand once more and with a tight fist, slowly pulled back my foreskin. This time, she pulled it back as far as it would go and then, uncomfortably, she pulled it back to the point of discomfort. Looking me in the eyes, she made sure that what she did, made it hurt a bit. Thankfully, she let go of me and when I looked down, my cock head was unbelievably shiny, and looked so erect and hard that it looked like it was going to burst.
My state of mind at this point was unforgettable. I was mentally overwhelmed by everything that I saw and what was being done to me. That little bit of pain was a trigger to want to be a show off. I wanted the others to see I was rampant and hungry to please. I was totally in her power, and even though it was still embarrassing and I could have walked out and left at any time, I wanted more. I wanted sex.
I had now completely forgotten that I was stood on show in the middle of the room, totally shaved of all hair around my cock and ball, hard as a rock and on display in front of complete strangers. I was convinced this was normal and all part of swinging. The same thought repeated in my mind, I had been accepted, I had their approval.
I stood there looking round the room, waiting for Claire to tell me what to do next, when, I noticed Sinsa's head look round Bob's legs as he stood in front of her. I could only imagine that she was sucking his fat cock while sat on the sofa. She wiped her mouth, and called out.
"Oooooh, look at that lovely smooth cock." Bob even looked round again, so I smiled, happy with the compliment. I smiled and pushed my hips out to give her a little cock wiggle.