His voice is louder now. "Shall we begin the night's festivities?"
Then more lights come on all over the room and surprisingly, they all get up and walk away from me, heading towards the food.
No, not all. Two middle aged men head towards me instead.
I'm breathing rapidly as they get closer, erect cocks bobbing and swinging between their legs.
The African American man reaches me first, "Hello, little Lexie... My name is Malcolm." he says as he unceremoniously palms my entire pussy in his right hand and squeezes hard. I whimper as though in agony but to my chagrin, it only makes me wetter. "Mm... I can feel your pussy juice running out of your cunt."
His companion drags over a chair and places it behind him, "Ah, thank you, Arthur. This makes it easier" he says as he sits on it, his face now at my crotch level as he stares right at my pussy. "What a feast... We've been here for quite some time, waiting for you to wake up."
I can only look down and watch him as he lifts his fingers to my pussy. He dips his index finger into my pussy hole and I feel him wiggle it inside before pulling it out.
"So fucking tight." He says before sucking it into his mouth, moaning as his eyes remain locked on mine the entire time. Standing next to him, Arthur is jerking his cock which seems to be almost 7 inches.
Why do I care about the size of his cock?
My clit hurts.
It always hurts when I'm very aroused.
What a clusterfuck.
Malcolm leans forward and gives the exposed tip of my clit an aggressive lick with the flat of his tongue, which makes me grunt as my body jolts at the sharp sensation. The tip is so sensitive. "Tasty. The other guests are busy mingling so we thought we'd take the opportunity to say hello. We'll become... intimately acquainted over the next few days"
I panic a little more at that. Next few days?!
I don't have much time to ponder because just then, Malcolm takes my entire clit into his mouth and starts suckling. Hard. He's drawing on it like you would a straw, as if hungry for something to come out.
I shriek so loud the entire room goes quiet as the other guests' focus returns to me.
Oh, my god...
I won't be able to...
I grunt as I cum almost immediately, Malcolm's mouth suckling on my clit like a hungry calf.
He doesn't stop. On the contrary, he suckles harder and pulls my clit away from my body as he does.
Is he trying to rip if off?
"Yeah! Suck her little cock!" A woman yells as the crowd draws closer once more.
A plethora of similar sentiments ring out all over the room.
"Suck it off!"
"Make her scream!"
"She grunts like a pig!"
"Fucking whore!"
"Don't stop sucking!"
"Give it a hickey!"
All of those barely register for me as the sensation is now so acute it hurts.
I start struggling, hoping to dislodge his mouth from my clit but then Arthur walks behind me and holds on to the rope on each of my thighs, rendering me immobile.
"Don't run, whore. Stay right there. This is what you wanted so take it!." He whispers into my ear as his friend keeps suckling my clit.
My eyes roll back in my head and I cum again, my body shaking in orgasmic seizure.
Still, Malcolm doesn't stop. I whimper and struggle even though it's futile with Arthur's strong grip holding me in position.
"I want some too!" The woman from before, Sam, walks up.
She kneels and sticks her face beside Malcolm's and proceeds to suck my clit right out of his mouth.
The sight is so erotic that for a few moments I lose myself and forget to resist.
The crowd is cheering for them.
Sam has a different technique. She's sucking on my clit and rapidly flicking the tip with her tongue. She does that for a while before Malcolm takes a page out of her book and sucks my clit out of her mouth in return.
He is sucking hard again and the difference is enough to bring me back to reality.
Sam laughs. The crowd laughs.
