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.
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.