Susan, Sandy, and I were taken to a large room in the basement of the hotel. All three of us were still extremely shaky and sexual excited after several hours of the machines stimulating us. On the way in the door Reggie stopped and reminded us that we all begged to be fucked after several hours on the machines and warned us that if we didn't cooperate he would put us on the machines for a full 24 hours. I shuddered as I thought of 24 straight hours of sexual frustration and imagined what it would feel like afterward.
The room was large, maybe 40 by 40, and brightly lit up. There was a huge round bed, close to 15 feet across, in the sunken middle of the room and chairs all around the two steps leading out of the sunken part. I guessed that there were maybe 50 chairs around the sunken bed. As I looked around I noticed that there were several cameras spotted around the room so that they could record everything that went on from several different angles.
I turned around as the door open and the men started to file in. I looked at Susan and saw a combination of dread and excitement in her eyes as man after man entered the room, mostly blacks followed by the Sheik's crew of 10 or so Arabs. Each man drew a slip of paper out of a box and then went toward the chairs where he began to undress. Soon, all the chairs were full and at least 10 men were standing when we were taken to the bed. Reggie told us that we were the entertainment tonight and asked, with a smirk, if we were ready.
The men had lined up, at least twenty for each of us. The drawing had been for which woman they would have first and the number in line he would have us. Excited chatter went through the group as the ones who had drawn the number one stepped toward us.
Dread was my first reaction as a skinny, very young black man stepped toward me. He couldn't have weighed anymore than 120 pounds as he reached for my hand and placed it on his cock. While not as big as some that had taken me over the last couple of days, it was firm and I felt my hand, almost as if it had a mind of it's own, squeeze the six-inch shaft. I could feel the dampness between my legs as my mind pictured the man plunging deep in me.