Author's Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction involving roleplay and all characters are over 18.
He was hard.
The sofa he'd been guided to was comfortable, deep-seated, allowing him to recline and stretch his legs fully. The robe he had been given fell open on it's own, exposing his meaty erection. Around the room other men were similarly dressed and arranged, some standing, some seated. Hard cocks exposed, waiting. They were all waiting.
The room was lit like a disco floor and a hard, undulating beat emanating from hidden stereo speakers. A deep bass pulse throbbed around the room. The singer's voice was male, thick with sex.
Hard baby hard Suck that beautiful cock Hard baby harder Suck your daddy's cock
The head of his cock ached for a slippery tongue, but he wouldn't touch himself before the party started. He settled for flexing his hips up and down in a slight, almost invisible motion. The lights flickered and went out.
Hard baby harder Suck it suck it suck it Suck your daddy Suck your daddy Baby harder baby Make daddy feel so good
A flash of candle-like light went up and she was there. They all were there. These women they had been promised: youthful, curvy, heavy fleshy breasts, all exposed and kneeling before them. Before him.
She was watching him with dark, serious eyes. Her hands went to his bare knees and ran slowly up his thighs, pushing the robe out of her way. His cock flexed and pulsed, jutting angrily from between his legs, hot and demanding. Her face drew closer and he could feel her hot breath.
"Daddy's so hard," she whispered, not touching him.
From around the room he watched the other men, their thighs and hips stroked and licked, ass cheeks flexing, thrusting forward to open mouths, tongues lapping hard flesh. Deep groans and moans filled out the song.
Suck it suck it suck it Suck your daddy Suck your daddy Hard baby harder
He stared at her, resisting the urge to grab the back of her head and force her down on his shaft and fuck that hot mouth over and over until he exploded.
"I wanna suck it daddy. Can I? Can I suck it?"
He didn't realize he was nodding, watching her mouth move closer, her warm hands still stroking his thighs, moving closer and closer.
Her long pink tongue slipped from between her lips and she pressed it to the underside of the crimson head, holding it there, letting her lips slowly close over the slit, and took a strong but gentle suck.
His fingers clenched the arms of the chairs as his hips thrust spontaneously forward.
Still holding her suction, her tongue fluttered wetly and rapidly around the head. She pulled off with a 'pop.'