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Now that the door is being opened there is no turning back.
You doubted until the last minute, but now that the door is being opened there is no turning back. A part of you instantly regrets, but just for a second, as the worries of having to take a choice have now at least disappeared.
You are as excited as you are nervous, but not disappointed by the man opening the door. The scene inside the dimly lit hotel room requires some more mental processing.
The woman who set this up - the woman who you have been in contact with over the past few weeks - is there. She is looking at you and smiling. So is the man who has her bend over on the desk with one hand firm on her butt and the other on the back of her head.
He is inside her, but she is the one doing the moving. As you make eye contact, she licks her lips and thrusts him deeper inside herself with a few hard strokes, an intense look on her face, biting her lip, looking at you.
Ass up face down, but he is not in the lead; she is the one riding him.
The door is closed behind you, you are part of the game now.
As you feel a strong hand around your wrist, you realize missing out on the third man in the room when you entered. He has taken a step to the desk, on the front side, facing the other man. Face down, cheek on the desk, she keeps maintaining eye contact as you are led through the room, and you wonder if her licking her lips was not a reaction to seeing you appear, but was a sign for him to fill her mouth with his balls. She keeps riding, even with her mouth full.
You are led to the bed. The man taking you there leaves you and takes something from the nightstand. He joins the threesome at the desk and puts one of the blindfolds on the woman, the other one in his hand clearly meant for you. The last scenes you see for a while are her teasing eyes, almost hidden by the penis on her forehead, and the third man's massive erection when he takes off his clothes; exposing himself to let you look at him for a few seconds. A gagball, a whip and some ropes remain on the same nightstand, but it's the magic wand which takes away any constraints to join the game.
You are still standing, nervous and slightly trembling. As the blindfold comes on from behind, you hear a whisper. The hard penis pressing against you disappears for a moment, but is back soon. He thrusts it upwards, pressing against your clothes between your legs. You can feel yourself getting wet when moving your hips to let him touch your crotch. The first unexpected thing is the headset being placed over your ears, followed by his hand low on your stomach pressing you against him even firmer. He is definitely in the lead.
You are giving in entirely. You don't know their names. They want you for your body, and that's just fine; you are there for the game, the experience, the attention, the orgasms. They want to pleasure you, you have been told. And see how you lose control during your climaxes. When he forcefully takes your wrists again you can't wait to follow whichever direction you are taken. You expect to be shoved on the bed, but when he takes off your top clothes you are moved away. Your exposed breasts make you feel vulnerable, but only slightly as you realize you are the only one left in the room with at least some clothes on. That won't last long though.
Not knowing, seeing or hearing what the others are doing and the lost sense of direction you now experience is as exciting as you thought in advance. Your focus lies with the man putting you in a chair, but a feeling that one of the others has also joined is getting stronger.
Out of nowhere, there is a sudden pinch in your nipples from behind the chair; not painful, but it is unexpected enough for the silence in the room to be broken by your shriek. No idea if it was one of the other men, the one who took you there or even the woman; your nipples are hard and red now. You don't even know anymore who is kneeling in front of you and pushing your feet apart and your knees even further. At the same time, the second pair of hands behind you take care of the gagball in your mouth.
The chair is wider than your legs can open, but the effort is certainly done after your jeans and thong have been removed purposefully. The first touchpoint is your right ankle as it is being strapped to the leg of the chair. The rope is led upwards over your leg and encircled over your knee; pulled to the outside, so that your knee is directly above your foot, wide and far away from your body.
The strapping goes fast now. It is impossible to object, even if you wanted to. The rope catches your elbow, strapped tight and firmly quickly and again purposefully.
When the left side of your body is also restrained, a pillow is shoved behind your back in the limited room available there. You're sitting even more upright now with your chest and breasts expelled forward, your legs opened wide and welcoming, your feet elevated to let your toes just reach the floor. You have never been as vulnerable in your life, but all you are worried about is the moist stain you may leave on the chair. The burning session in your crotch is getting too much for you, and you feel you may orgasm just like this already.
Whoever is on his knees in front of you, with his large hands around your hips, is unexpectedly merciful. Your first orgasm has been denied for some time already as you have been undressed, touched and constrained, and you can not hold any longer. He is coming up closely to your genitals after starting at your calve, moving, licking, some biting. You feel the stubble on his cheeks on the inside of your knee. When he reaches the inside of your thigh, and his hand squeezes around your butt, finding their way, fingers touching the lower part of your lips, you let go of all control.
Whether it is a loud moan or a shout you can't recall afterwards when you are sitting there, disorientated, catching your breath. It finally came up so quickly. You felt the trembling in your knees, a warm feeling moving upwards through the inside of your thighs, your ankles straining on the ropes, butt coming up from the chair, the warmth turning into heat; the cumulation of the upward moving sensation just over your crotch and the feeling of an explosion outside of your lips. His tongue barely had to touch your clit.
You are given some breathing time. No way anybody missed your climax. You're breathing hard, no idea how hard, but you feel the chest movement in your breasts. There are hands on your shoulders moving to your neck, a gentle massage, two thumbs behind your ears. It makes you relaxed, relieves some dizziness. You feel yourself calm down.
The hands take off the headset, you become aware of some sounds from nearby. The blindfold comes off and you see you are facing the bed. You're the undeniable center of attention; all eyes on you, no clothing on you, except for the gagball. With your gagged mouth opened wide around it, you feel a flush coming up. Persons unknown to you fifteen minutes, certainly not more than half an hour earlier, have been looking at your breasts, your gagged face in agony; even directly into you. You feel you are sweating, still breathing heavily, becoming aware of the dampness in your inner thighs. No regret though, no shame, you see you are not the only one exposed like this.
The man facing the front of the desk earlier on has apparently moved on the bed, widespread, being taken care of by the woman. As he is looking at your throbbing and exposed genitals, you find yourself looking at his. You have to let it sink in. He has two cockrings; one beneath his balls, pushing his balls up, and one just above at the base of his shaft. There are short, dull spiked, cylinder shaped devices pressing against his balls. The cockrings ensure a decent erection while the devices keep vibrating against his balls.
His entire penis is wet from massage oil. The woman lies on her side next to him, her head on his chest, looking down, caressing his penis; her hands covered with latex gloves. You hear soft grunts from the bed and irregular breathing; he is reaching a climax as well. The woman just uses one finger to stimulate him at the top of his shaft, just beneath his large swollen head. The shocking of the man intensifies, you see the muscles in his legs flexing and just as with yourself, his butt also comes loose. With a prolonged grunt you see him orgasm; you see his balls throbbing when they are emptied as the sperm shoots through his shaft. It just barely misses the woman's face as his stomach and her hand is getting covered.
His sperm shines on the latex as the rhythmic movement of her hand slows down.
The couple on the bed lose attention for you. He is still breathing hard and irregularly; they are cuddling, close together and not moving, relaxing. She lies on his chest, holding his balls, gently caressing them with her palm and fingertips. You look at their wet bodies and wonder how many orgasms have already occurred in the room before and after you came in. How many times have you been looked at in your agony during someone else's intense moment of relief.
When your breathing has gone back to normal, you sense the game is not over yet. You have been promised otherwise anyway. The woman doesn't get up, but she looks at the man still behind you and has no shame to open her legs, while remaining on her side; one knee up to show the inside of herself while intensively making eye contact with him. You can't help but look, and a feeling comes up this may be another signal.
The couple gets up from the bed. They walk away from the center of the room and into the bathroom. You feel the ropes now also coming off, and you are moved to the bed. You intuitively want to sit on it, but the man taking you there has other plans. He stands up behind you, hands on your hips, moving lower behind you, squeezing, feeling your buttocks; a firmer grasp cupping your vagina from below your stomach and from beneath you. The throbbing starts again.
Another shove directs your knees on the bed, showing your expected position. You climb up, on all fours now. He doesn't penetrate you - yet - but he does push your head down followed by taking a step back. His hands encircle your waist and butt as you show yourself from another side. You wonder what his view into you looks like, causing a blush to probably reappear, when his right arm wraps around your waist, his hand going down over your stomach and massaging you, just above your clit, only the tip of a finger taking your wet lips apart. His other hand cups your left breast, a pinch with his nails around your nipple. You feel his erection on top of your buttocks pressing against you as you eagerly bite the still warm mattress. You would welcome his wide head entering any of your holes.
In this position, head on the mattress, butt in the air, you can see the ropes; only the braces actually, on all four sides of the bed. They seem interconnected with ropes underneath the mattress. A forward thrust from behind you tells your position. You even reach for the braces, but you are turned around unexpectedly, on your back now. The man climbs on the bed, his knees next to yours; climbing further up, knees around your waist now. He is sitting upright, his penis closer, now sliding his erection between your breasts as he reaches out for the braces. Your wrists are tied in seconds as you feel his penis on your chest, his heavy balls resting on your skin.
The braces on your ankles are done quickly as well.
From the bathroom you can hear running water; the couple is taking a shower. As you look in the hotel room, you see the third man on the chair where you were just moments earlier. He will be part of the game, but not yet; for now he is just keeping himself erect with his right hand, fondling his balls with his left, while looking very interested at the new scene on the bed.
A large pillow is placed low under your back, just above your butt, pushing your waist up. You are opened wide again for all to see, as moist as before. Pillows beneath your head give you a good look at your new sex partner as he reaches out for the gagball on the night stand. The constraint in your mouth is being put on gently, his hands lifting your head from the pillow, the small leather belts fastened firmly, but not overly tight around your neck. You are allowed to see your strapped ankles, far apart, your chest and your elevated stomach and waist. Clearly, also in this part of the game, you are still not supposed to move or take initiative. You lie there, a warm, slightly sweating body, in eager anticipation, aroused by the constraint preventing your speech and by those locking your body in place.
Your partner starts at your ankles. He is on the floor, on his knees, just barely able to see your face. You are alone on the bed, arms and legs spread out to the corners, not capable of movement. No disorientation now, you see exactly what he is doing. His eyes move back and forth between your face and between your spread legs. A slight eye movement; a whole different view.
He is looking confident as you are very aware your own eyes are just a fraction above your open vagina in his line of sight. He is smiling, taking in your body, as he massages further upwards towards your knee and climbs on the bed. His thumbs find the inside of your thighs. Slowly moving upward, reaching your dampness, his fingers wrap around your upper legs. As he finally reaches your lips, you lose eye contact; too eager in anticipation and pleasure, you close your eyes, eager to experience every movement, craving the attention and the climaxes. His thumbs are just touching the outside of your lips at your inner thighs, his fingers cup your vagina and are touching each other just above. He is in no rush as he applies some pressure on your venus hill, downwards. You feel the hot throbbing between your legs and inside you; unbearable pressure coming from within again as the pressure above your vagina becomes rhythmic.
He goes down on you, eager to taste you. You feel your venus hill being pulled up a bit, further opening yourself; the tip of his tongue just beneath his own fingers slowly searching your most sensitive spot as one hand moves to your breasts and the other stays in place gently pulling your lips up between a thumb and a forefinger, pulling up and pushing down in your skin. He just barely licks you though, and he is not even inside you. Again, no rush. The swirling motion just around and right on top of your clit, very slow, makes you get hard. You feel both nipples being played with now, hardening as well as the steady oral stimulance continues; the rhythm makes you want to climax already when you feel his hand releasing you, swiftly followed by two fingers smoothly entering your body in a wet gentle slide, tips of his fingers curling upwards as if trying to reach your belly button from the inside out.
You welcome the penetration with every muscle in your body. Your ankles pull on the ropes, in vain as you try to spread your thighs further for him by lifting your knees; your back coming off the pillow as you thrust yourself deeper around his fingers, your clit searching for his tongue; your wrists pulling at the ropes; your head coming away from the pillow with a moan, agony on your face, a full focus on the the pressure within your body.
A swift change. His hand leaves your body. As his right hand thumb gently starts massaging your clit, you are penetrated quickly again. His penis has remained as hard as you have seen since he exposed himself to you and it just feels so good to finally have it passing your lips, entering your vagina, slowly starting the rhythmic movement. You wish you could grab his buttocks as he lies on top of you, his stomach lon yours, to pull him deeper and deeper inside of you.
With eyes closed, you cherish the pleasure of his penetration and fantasize about the couple in the bathroom, the attractive man on the chair and the unused toys. You wonder what the second part of the group play will look and feel like.
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