"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you will agree with me when you see for yourselves, that our people at the spa in Vegas have really outdone themselves this time."
Mark moved behind us and pulled our dress down, off of our shoulders, and past our breasts, letting it fall to the floor at our feet, exposing us completely to the crowd below. There was a collective gasp, followed by another resounding round of applause, whistles and cheers.
Annie basked in the adulation, proudly jutting our breasts out, (as if that were even necessary). Looking down upon them, they were indeed extraordinary. They were as big and as round as a couple of soccer balls, the areola were freakishly puffed out and were capped with nipples that were about a half inch in diameter and easily twice as long. Add to that the piercings and the tattooed orange and red flames that adorned them, they were truly a sight to behold. I couldn't help myself, even I was mesmerized by them.
Mark's hands came up and cupped our tits. Using his fingers, he tweaked our nipples. Whatever it was that Doc had injected into them really had worked. They were so big and sensitive that we felt them all the way down in our pussy.
Mark then announced to the crowd something I had not been aware of before. He told them that our tits were the prototype of a new line of designer breasts. The artists and engineers in Vegas would be coming out with a series designs in new and different shapes and sizes and that the product line would be marketed under the brand name;
Creative Mammaries
. Once again, the crowd applauded appreciatively.
Mark then stepped aside and motioned to Annie to turn around. She did so, exposing our backside and our tattooed wings to the gathered crowd. Annie duplicated the pose, including the seductive pout that was depicted on all of the screens mounted above the crowd. If I'd had control of our eyes, I'd have rolled them. But the crowd approved and rewarded her with another rousing round of applause.
Just then, the crowd at the base of the stairs parted and two large men began to make their way up the stairs. To to call them mere men however, would be an insult to the artistry of their creator. They would be more properly described as prefect specimens of the human male. One black the other white, they were, at the very least, six two or six three, broad shouldered and muscularly ripped. Wearing only loincloths, their skin was flawless, oiled and glistening. Our pussy started to spasm in anticipation of what was to come. Only a few short hours after our last session down at the pool and we were already as needy as we'd ever been. It seemed anymore as though the moments of sexual satisfaction between one sexual encounter and the next were becoming ever more brief before the need for the next began to assert itself. Annie's ravenous sexual appetite was only ever increasing and she was dragging me along with her.
As the men made their way up the stairs towards us, Mark announced; "The way this will work tonight folks, is that there will first be a brief exhibition, then Annie will be available for general club use. To participate, proceed to the registration kiosk in the southwest corner of the room. Numbers will be allotted based on each member's seniority. Remember, your STD test results must be current in the membership database. There will be no exceptions."
The men arrived to us there on the landing and each took one of our hands to lead us down onto the floor of the hall. Our arousal increasing with every step. As we made our way down, Mark continued his announcements;
"Remember, Annie's entertainment system begins shipping tomorrow morning. If you have not already done so, place your order at the sales booth next to registration. Once shipping begins, the introductory offer will expire and there will be a sharp price increase. If you want to try before you buy, there are two demonstration booths available."
If Mark made any further announcements we didn't hear them and could not have cared less. The men led us to the raised floor in the middle of the hall and hoisted us up onto the dais. Annie wasted no time in sinking to our knees and fished their cocks out from under the loincloths. The cocks Annie held in our hands were no less impressive than were the hosts to which they were attached. She took the cocks into our hands and began sucking them off, enthusiastically alternating between the two. By this time I was a fully willing participant. If I were to lose myself now, it was beyond my ability to stop it if I wanted to.
We continued our cock feast for a short while before another cock appeared followed by yet another. We were now encircled by four impressive male appendages and taking full advantage of our access to each.
The whole blow-bang thing continued for some time until, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. We were lifted by two of the men and carried to where a sex swing had come down from the ceiling above. I'd seen sex swings before in videos and such, but we'd never experienced one before. It seemed as though that was about to change. We were set into the chair that was really just a hammock made up of a series of woven straps. Our wrists were then bound to one set of suspension cables while our ankles were bound to another set. We were now bound helpless, legs spread, our cunt wide open for easy access. This was going to be fun!
One of the men approached us between our legs, gripped us at the waist to keep us from swinging away and, without preamble, thrust into our sopping cunt in a single thrust. It was glorious! Annie tried to thrust back, but had nothing to push back against. There was nothing more for us to do other than to just enjoy the ride. And so we did.
Just as the first cock was getting into a rhythm, we felt a tapping on our left cheek. Annie turned our head only to come face to face with a fully erect cock number two pressing against our lips. Annie opened our mouth and took it all the way in and began sucking. As the cock fucking us increased his pace, there was another tapping, this time on our right cheek. Annie immediately disengaged from cock number two and went to work on cock number three. While this was going on, someone began tweaking our nipples almost as if we were being milked. That ramped our libido to almost stratospheric levels and we began bucking back inasmuch as the confines of the swing would allow. We kept alternating between number two and three until cock number one emptied his load deep into our cunt. That triggered our first orgasm of the night.
No sooner had cock number one deposited his load into us, than he had withdrawn and, in what must have been a choreographed rotation, another took his place and started pumping into us. At that point I had lost track of which cock was which and just went with the flow as the cycle continued until each of them had emptied their loads into us. I had managed to keep track of orgasms though, which numbered six by the time they'd completed the cycle. We were ready for more.
During a short break, we were given a sip of what I assumed was Gatorade or similar energy drink from a bottle with a straw that looked much like the kind used by boxers between rounds, which seemed fitting. Someone also wiped down our face with a warm cloth. Apparently, at least one of the cocks had dumped a second load on our face during the fucking frenzy. That shit stings when it gets in your eyes.
Our service to the general group membership got off to a bit of a rough, if not outright comical start. Do you recall that I said that Mark had mentioned that priority would be given by seniority? Well, it turns out he wasn't kidding! Our first "customer" for the night was some old dude I'd seen around. I think his name was Wilbur or Wilfred or some damn thing. Anyway, the guy must have been about eighty if he was a day. He shuffled up to us and started trying to poke his wrinkly old, Viagra fortified, pecker into us. As it turns out, the old guy didn't have the strength nor agility to hold the swing still. So, with every poke, he just pushed us back away from him only to have us swing back and practically knock him over. In the moment, I remembered Newton from a Physics class I had taken; "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." Well, the log guy kept trying several times only to be met with the same results. Finally he managed to get a grip on at least one of the straps, but all that managed to accomplish was that when he poked, we spun off away from him, causing him to lose what grip he had and he sent us off spinning round and round. Of course, this all caused a minor chuckle among the crowd. I thought we were going to puke there for a minute.
Finally, a couple of younger guys took mercy on him and came up to hold the swing still while he managed to get it into us and began to pump. Once he got going, the old guy wasn't half bad. He was pretty well hung and he managed to work up to a pretty good pace. He started to get into it and so did we. When he finally dribbled his load into us he backed out and the crowd gave him a hearty round of applause. He took a bow and was helped down off of the platform by the two guys that had held the swing for him.
Fortunately, the sex got better and better as the membership moved down in the pecking order (pun intended). Soon things were back in full swing (and there I did it again).
Orgasms began picking up again in both quantity and quality. I hadn't bothered to even try to keep track on the number of both cocks and strap-ons that we'd been drilled with. Not to mention the number of cocks and pussies we'd sucked.
