In the Dar.

"Close your eyes."

I close my eyes and he ties the blindfold, blocking the light coming from the hallway.

"Ready?" he murmurs in my ear.

I take a deep breath and nod.

"Good girl."

I hear the door open and he guides me into the room, leading me a few steps forward.

"Here's a chair for you. Sit down." My knees bump into something -- the edge of an overstuffed chair? -- and I turn and sit, smoothing my dress under me.

"Spread your legs."

It's a new voice. I open my legs as far as the edges of the chair will allow.

"More. We want to see that pretty pink pussy of yours." Two hands one on either side of me lift my legs over the arms of the chair. My dress pools high on my thighs, the floaty sundress barely covering my bare pussy.

"Mmmm. No panties," another voice says.

"Just like you were told." This from yet another man, one of three in the room.

I hear an encouraging "good girl" from the first man. I feel his hands untying the ribbons and tugging the top of my dress down until my breasts are exposed.

His hands stroke my nipples until they're hard and I'm aching for more.

And there is more. I gasp a bit as the chair reclines until I'm almost lying flat on my back. And then I gasp some more as first one tongue then another begins licking my nipples. Licking. Sucking. Licking. Sucking.

"Stroke my cock." I reach my hands out and there's a hard cock on each side.

"Yeah, wrap those fingers around my dick," the other man says as I begin playing with the two cocks.

I play my fingers lightly over the hard lengths, exploring them with my fingertips. I wrap my hands around them, pumping my fists slowly up and down the shafts.

The chair tilts back even farther and my head dangles off the edge of the chair.

"Open your mouth for me," he says. "I want you to suck my cock."

I lick my lips and do as I'm told. The quiet "good girl" I hear sends a little shiver through me.

His hard cock brushes my wet lips and then slides inside. Just a little and then back out. Again and again, a little more each time like he's fucking my mouth. Then his cock is all the way in my mouth, buried deep in my throat, grinding against my face.

I feel hands pulling up my dress and then lightly caressing my pussy. Two fingers exploring the folds and then gliding inside. Two fingers gathering cream from my wet pussy and then rubbing my clit. Those two fingers deep into my pussy and then over my clit. Again and again they stroke my clit and slide their fingers deep into my pussy. Then those two fingers are joined by two more. Pumping and stroking and rubbing.

One of the fingers circles my ass. Lubed with my pussy cream it slides into my ass and then withdraws until it's almost out and then back in again.

I am almost overcome with the sensations and the need to cum. The need for those hard cocks in my hands to fuck me until I cum.

I pump their cocks faster and faster, long strokes, brushing my little fingers over their balls. Pumping and stroking until I feel them tense in my hands and their cum spurts hot and wet over my hands.

His cock slides out of my mouth and my protest garners a swift "hush" from him. My quick nod signals my obedience and I wait for his next command.

"Take a breath. I'm going to fuck your throat so deep you're going to be gasping for air."

I do as I'm told and tilt my head back. His cock fills my mouth and my throat. He thrusts his cock in so deep and groans with each hard fast stroke. My hands reach up and hold him tight against my mouth. A growled "oh, fuck" and I can feel his balls tighten as his hot cum gushes down my throat. The spurting subsides and he releases my hands from his ass and steps away.

The ribbons are re-tied on my dress and someone helps me to stand. The door opens and I step through. The blindfold is removed and I blink in the light.

"Did you like that, my naughty girl?"

"It was a wonderful birthday," I say.