As I nervously slurped up my scotch on the rocks, Alex began to explain the presence of so many men during what was supposed to be a sexual-business transaction between only me and him.
"You see, Annette, we are a group of men who do not get what we need sexually elsewhere. Some of us are bachelors and don't want to bother with dating just to get sex. Others of us are married to uncooperative, uninterested women. We found each other online mostly, with some additions via word-of-mouth. We do this from time to time - we find a nice young girl like you, who is in some kind of money trouble, and we share her in exchange for a nice dividend. It's a win-win situation. You can trust us - I can't promise you that we care a lick about your pleasure, but you will come away from this unharmed - if, like I said, you are a good sport. Of course, I apologize for not telling you before - I couldn't tell you about this yesterday - you were already so nervous, there was no way you'd agree to something like this."
I looked down at my empty glass. The scotch was working its magic, and I no longer felt so unhinged and apprehensive. Still, I wasn't so calmed down that I felt turned on at all. But nonetheless, my drink was gone and it was time to get the show on the road.
I looked around me. The men who weren't naked to begin with were removing their clothes. A gentle-looking man with a baby face and a little potbelly came over to me and took my hands. "Ok, sweetheart, stand up now," he said softly. I stood up and he began to undress me. Everyone in the room watched intently. I didn't quite know where to look while I was being stripped in front of all these men, so I took note of my surroundings. I noticed there was a clear plastic sheet spread over one of the beds, and a mirror on the closet door that was directly opposite the bed. There was even a mirror on the ceiling, how strange for a nice hotel, I thought.
Alex had seen my confusion and explained, "This is my hotel room. Nobody stays here but me. In fact, I only use this room for these kinds of escapades. I had that mirror put in for fun. You'll see." And he winked at me.
Finally I was completely nude and I heard a murmur of approval go through the room. The sudden exposure to the cool air in the room made my nipples harden, and in spite of my slight shyness, I was proud of how perky and perfect my boobs looked.
The baby-faced man ordered me to lay back on the bed. I obeyed. He began to bind my wrists together over my head, and attached that cord to the headboard of the bed. Two muscular men, one handsome and one not, kneeled beside me and pulled my legs up roughly. They each held my legs back with one arm, my knees crooked around their elbows, and with their free hands they resumed stroking their cocks, right over me. My legs were spread back so far that my cunt was almost tilted upward, at an angle. I looked into the mirror on the ceiling. I must admit I thought I looked pretty sexy like that, all restrained and vulnerable, with two beefcakes stroking themselves beside me.
Alex walked by the foot of the bed and stared at my spread cunt with scholarly interest. He nodded his approval at me. I felt proud - I had received compliments from all my lovers on my cunt. It was all pale pink and sweet-looking, and my vagina was tiny and tight, hardly the size of a dime when unstretched. Every guy I had ever been with swore I was a virgin.
I didn't have to wait long for my violation to begin. The handsome black man who had grabbed me when I entered the room came forward. I stared at his dick in disbelief. There was no way he would fit! My hand probably couldn't even wrap completely around it, and it was longer than I thought humanly possible. It looked nearly twice as big as the biggest cock I had ever had. I think I muttered, "oh SHIT" under my breath. He leaned down on top of me and his face was close to mine. He was breathing heavy and trembling, wanting to wrap that massive, magestic thing of his in my soft pink cunt so bad. He pressed his cockhead to me, but he couldn't even get it inside. I was once again nervous, and not turned on and wet at all.
"Damn!" He yelled. "This bitch isn't wet at all! I can't even get inside!" The baby-faced man stepped forward and the black man got off of me. "So, she needs lubing, eh? Well... let me take care of it!" The baby-faced man kneeled over my cunt for some time, pumping his short, fat cock in his hand furiously for a few minutes. Suddenly he leaned forward and put just the tip of his penis in my pussy, and spewed. His spunk ran all inside me, coating the inside of my cunt well. Because of the angle of my hips, it didn't trickle out of me immediately.
