1. Roulette by loyalsock


    Date: 10/16/2016, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    would equal 465 sucks on my cock. Now multiply by two sets of luscious lips. I sure as hell wouldn't be winning. Still, deck hopelessly stacked, I sure as hell wasn't going to protest. I knew of no one who would. Hilariously enough (for them), strategies quickly began to evolve. &#034This is awesome! You're a genius! Let's say we're on round 15. You might consider five slow sensual sucks followed by ten fast, ardent sucks hoping he's left on the brink for your opponent,&#034 observed Andrea. &#034Yes,&#034 replied Karen. &#034And whatever pattern you settle on, ideally, when his need is most urgent, the sensations briefly stop for a change of partners.&#034 I began to instinctively point out the inherent cruelty involved. Andrea, eyes wide and sweetly innocent, quickly brought me to heel. &#034Does that mean you'd rather not play...?&#034 Another brief silence. We began. A coin flip gave the honors to Karen. She unashamedly climbed out of her thong. My, God, She was shaved bare. &#034For this to work, you'll have to lose those drawers, my love,&#034 she purred. I complied. They took the precaution of tying me spread eagle to the bed to prevent me from &#034interfering&#034. She began. I was transported. The first few rounds went quickly. By round four, both settled on slow, sucking motions. Neither of them considered these rounds important. Not so for me. My dick was steel almost from the moment they had entered my apartment. Their outfits... the porn... the poker game... ...
    They had no idea what agony they were inflicting. Bullshit. They knew. By round seven, they were varying their strokes as their whim. On and on. Up and down their heads lovingly bobbed. It was Heaven. It was Hell. But Dante, that bastard, forgot to warn us about this particular circle. I recall at certain points, for God knows what reason, shots of tequila being pressed to my lips. I was beyond caring. In time, successfully completed rounds brought sorority-s****r style giggles and speculations as to how much farther I could go. This, of course, was merely their clever, but transparent, way of increasing the intervals between actual sucking. If somehow I could manage revenge, it would indeed be sweet. Round eleven saw a gag placed on me. I was babbling incoherently, and, it seems, disturbing their concentration. Yeah. Uh-huh. Right. Round 19 brought a slip by Andrea. In drawing her lips up my shaft, she briefly lost contact with it. &#034Foul! Foul!&#034 screamed Karen, laughingly. They staged a mock argument over a possible penalty as I moaned and writhed. Eventually, they took pity and continued. I held on, heroically, I might modestly add, until round 26. Karen looked confidently at Andrea. &#034You know that he's ready to pop, don't you?&#034 Andrea gently took hold of my throbbing member as if it was live ordinance. In fact, it was. &#034Come on, baby,&#034 she whispered huskily to it. &#034Hold out for me and splash pretty little Karen. I'll make sure you're treated right ...
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