I can't help but lick my lips again thinking of everything happening right now. Danny folds her arms under her ample bosom displaying her beautiful body off perfectly for anyone who wants to look at her. I look back down at the mess covering the sofa. There is at least one if not two cups of my own cum splattered on the seat, not to mention my own ass and thighs. I look down at the table where Danny came forever, and there are at least two or three cups of her sweet smelling seed. I look back at the bouncer who has remained absolutely still faced, completely unreadable. I sigh a little. This witch cursed me to be stuck like this forever unless I found a cure, so I would have to take some risks to find that cure. I frown a little as butterflies erupt in my stomach from the sensation of being completely owned and controlled.
I kneel down at decide to start with my own, since it smelled headier but somehow less intense than eating up Danny's. I loll my tongue forward and lick the leather sofa, getting the sensation of my heat and seed mixed together with a little of Danny's precum. The taste isn't awful, it isn't sweet by any means... it is the exact opposite salty and a little slick. I try not to think about the taste or sensation of having cum filling my stomach as I continue to lick the sofa until all that remains is a little trail where my tongue worked its way doing as the bouncer asked.
I then turn to face Danny's heavy eruption. Something about her cum draws me in however. I lean forward and purse my lips together sucking in her candy like eruption. It's perfect in every way and tastes incredible. I can't help but lick and suck every last drop from the table. When I am finished I turn back to look at Danny, my ass gently resting on the tall spikes of my heels. She nods and looks back at the Bouncer who says nothing.
I stand up gently and look at the bouncer as well hoping he will tell me how to solve my problem. He turns back to Danny, "So she is the same as you?" His rough voice has little care to it but his hand scratched idly at the nape of his neck.
"No... actually she is a lot different. Like totally different." Danny chirps, and I look down at myself ashamed that I can't be more like her, but then again she was a bimbo airhead who would fuck anything that was willing.
"I think that is what Daddy is looking for. Different. Something about not getting it right with all the bimbo airheads." Danny tilts her head a little and the bouncer holds up a hand, "No offense just quoting him." His rougher voice still doesn't match his appearance. I frown a little. I wonder what all this means. Before I can get a word in the bouncer is already turning on his heels. He raises a hand and gestures for us to follow nonchalantly. I look back at Danny, the taste of her sweet strawberry cum still on my lips. She smiles at me and nods reassuringly. She follows on her incredibly high heels with ease, and I lumber along behind her. My posture is getting better but I am still no goddess on heels like this woman is.
The bouncer guides us through a labyrinth of doors. First two lefts, a right, another left, I can't even try to keep track as we make our way down red carpeted hallways. They are lit with the same hued bulbs that give off an eerie glow. There is no direct light, no overhead fixtures. Everything is ground lit or has some odd piece of sexual artwork on the wall depicted by either extremely old painters from the fourteen hundreds, or the complete opposite with new age deviant art pictures adorning the walls. I am a little shocked to see some anime based photos, though the positions and artwork give away that this is a crazy fetishist place. It's fitting since I am cursed with one of the weirdest fetishes I have ever encountered, if only that stupid image hadn't popped up I wouldn't be where I am at today. I can't help but stare from picture to picture, and find myself growing steadily more and more aroused. The plugs filling my body begin to expand and twist, growing thicker and warmer with each step we take causing me to stumble from time to time, but catch myself without anyone noticing.
Soon the paintings, portraits, and lewd artwork turns from flat images to statues and sculptures. Men with fifteen inch cocks, women with body's sharper than an hour glass, futanari, centaur, furries, you name the fetish they were all present. A wolf man with a thick dog penis holding a woman on her knees with a collar around her neck her mouth poised open and ready to be penetrated and satiated. I blink and try not to focus on anything else but the ground where Danny's heels spike gently into the carpet. I needed to hold this all together I just needed to stick it out to the end and then I could be cured from all my problems.
I slam hard into the back of Danny and nearly fall over. My heart pounding in my ears in time with the thrumming of the plugs filling my sensitive areas. I mumble an apology and look up at Danny who is standing rigid in front of a set of large double doors. They gently open revealing a circular room all in dark reds and mahogany. It is lavishly decorated, with a steeple ceiling that has low lights strung around it keeping the atmosphere of this crazy sex dungeon that I found myself wandering for the past ten minutes. I look around the room to see nothing adorning the walls, only a fake potted plant sits next to the door which is rather odd considering the rest of the establishments decor.
Sitting at the large mahogany desk near the middle of the room is a gentleman no older than thirty-five. He has longer hair that is gently tucked behind his ears, dark black with a sharp forehead to match his sharp cheekbones. He has smooth cheeks, but that only shows how intense he is about shaving. It's almost as intense as the glower he is giving us as we step into the room. He stands up and I can't help but admire how his white suit with black shirt are such a sharp contrast. His skin is a little tanner than people who live in this city, suggesting that perhaps he isn't from around here. He walks forward his entire swagger is more than I can handle. This man is gorgeous. Deep blue eyes, with the look of an Italian mobster mixed with sex dungeon master. I bite my lip and look down trying not to stare too long or hard at this god among men.
"Tell me what time it is." His voice is smooth like butter rolling in my ears, free from an accent meaning he isn't foreign.
"Eleven forty-three." The bouncer's rough and uneven tone is a little more brusk than normal, and I can feel the tension radiating off of him like an iron that was left on too long. I take a deep breath and catch the scent of this individual growing closer. His cologne must be extremely strong or I wouldn't have been able to smell it like I could. I look back up still biting my lip and see he is standing right in front of me his cold eyes locked on mine. My heart skips a beat and I feel my cheeks begin to flush.
