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I open my mouth and taste his finger.
Another gasp from a few people in the audience.
Nathan tastes nice. He showered before this ceremony, of course. They both did. But for now, I focus on how Nathan tastes. His own skin has that manly salty taste to it, but I can also taste the Lime Ocean Beach brand of soap he uses. I picture him in the shower, suds running down his torso to his cock, and this makes me suck his finger more. I want to suck the taste right off him.
Then Vincent surprises me by slipping two fingers into me, and I accidentally bite Nathan’s finger.
“Hey? Bad girl,” he scolds me.
He holds my gaze and frowns. He’s going to punish me, as soon as Vincent is done finger banging me, which he’s getting pretty aggressive at. He removes his hand from between my legs altogether, and the audience gazes at my pussy.
“I have her open a little,” he tells Nathan. “Would you like to try to open her more?’
I struggle though I don’t know why. I’m getting a great deal of pleasure from all of this, but I can’t get used to everyone being able to see me, to see my pussy. There’s nothing I can do about it. One woman bites her fingernails. I think she wants to be me. Who wouldn’t? Nathan and Vincent are both impeccable, glorious men.
“Yes, I think she deserves it after biting me.”
Someone in the audience says, “Oh boy,” or something to that nature. The bed swings a little as Nathan gets on top of me. His fingers roam freely as I lie there under him, about to get punished. He grabs my face in a startling grip and probes me with a long hard stare. The audience now gets a view of Nathan’s backside, which is a glorious array of muscles and tanned flesh.
“You’ve been a bad little girl, but we’re going to fix it so that tomorrow you are too tired to misbehave or behave or anything.”
The scolding is hot. It sets me on fire down there, and I’m ready for him to touch me. But he feasts his eyes on my breasts. They jiggle a bit in my struggle, and then I just stop moving altogether, giving into this moment, this night. My nipples ache with need, oversensitive. He nears my right breast with his stubbly mouth and strong teeth.
“Oh no…” I lift my head as his mouth hungrily closes around my nipple, and he bites. Hard.
He places his hand over my mouth and starts to undo his jeans. They slowly slide down around his cute bubble butt. I can’t understand how anyone in the audience can’t be turned on by this point. I stare at his huge, happy cock. I also glance down at my nipple to make sure it’s not bleeding, because he bit it THAT hard. It felt so good though, I just can’t believe that I enjoyed something that rough. I like that about my men, though — they’re intense.
He watches me as he enters me; it’s a quick intrusion, and he pushes his girth all the way inside of me without even using his hands. The lust radiates deliciously through my body at his intrusion
“OH…”
Vincent is standing at the end of the bed with his fingers around my foot, watching as Nathan delivers his thrusts which, I get by now, are meant to show not just me, not just Vincent, but everyone just how hard they will fuck me. A thrill shoots through me at the knowledge of everyone watching me. I didn’t know it before but I do now: I’m an exhibitionist!
Vincent gazes at me as Nathan continues to fuck me.
“We’ve got you,” he boasts for everyone to hear. “How do you like that?”
My eyelashes flutter over my eyes, the pleasure already overtaking me the instant Nathan slips two fingers inside my pussy. “I…oh…” Nathan’s fingers are thicker than Vincent’s, if only by a slight margin.
“Hmm? Can you not answer the question?” Nathan is speaking to me in this authoritative tone.
“I…I…” I look over as Vincent gets on the bed, now they’re both on top of me, their hands exploring me. Four hands. Twenty fingers.
I start to grow dizzy, consumed by the touch of Vincent as Nathan continues to fuck me.
“Turn her over,” Vincent says.
“We have to untie her,” Nathan says.
“So do it, I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”
I realize then that rope is nothing compared to the muscle of man. Nathan unties all the rope holding me still, and Vincent scoops me up and turns me over.
I’m this plaything.
This land of flesh for them to discover, defile, and rebuild.
They turn me completely on my stomach, and the air around me shifts as rustling and whispers from the onlookers fill the space. I can only imagine they’re eager to get a view of my backside. They redo the ropes around my wrists and pull my ankles apart. I can tell their hands apart, barely.
