5 comments/ 45472 views/ 3 favorites Oyster Cart By: screwpunch I tell you we're going out to dinner. You ask where but I refuse to answer, instead telling you to take off your clothes. I watch you wriggle out of your jeans, unbutton your blouse and shrug out of it, remove your bra and slide your panties off. I make you wait, naked, while I choose your clothes for the evening. I pay special attention to your lingerie, selecting a tasteful combination of your best items -- panties, stockings, garters, bra. I insist on watching you dress. In the car, I hand you a silk scarf with a curious design repeated on it, and insist that you blindfold yourself with it. As I drive, I explain the rules for the evening. They are simple. You will do everything I tell you to. There is no safeword. I start by demanding that you spread your knees: "Make yourself available to me." You comply immediately, and I run my hand up your thighs, gently stroking the crotch of your panties. They are already warm and damp. Satisfied, I order you to leave your legs open whenever we are seated. Eventually, we arrive and I lead you from the car. A gruff voice asks if I've brought the guest of honor. He leads us to an antechamber, where I order you to wait on your knees. You hear a discussion about you from the Host of the event. When the Host mentions a "quality inspection" I say "Be my guest, by all means." Then, to you: "Honey, do everything you're told." You can suddenly smell the Host's fine clothing and faint body odor. The Host says "Unbutton your blouse." You do so, and the Host's firm hands slide over your breasts, loosening them from your demi and shocking the nipples with the rude cold air of the antechamber. You hear a fly unzip and the Host says "You may receive me now." You can smell his prick as he pushes it into your mouth. Eager to impress, you pull out your entire bag of tricks. You bring up your hands but the Host barks: "Did I say you could use your hands?" You place them at your sides again and suck his cock with everything you've got. Suddenly, the Host pulls out with a wet pop and declares that you have had enough. You have not. Frustrated, you are led away to another room where a beautiful woman in a flowing vintage dress removes your blindfold and sizes you up coldly. She tells you to reveal yourself, and with trembling hands you unbutton your blouse and lift the front of your skirt. Apparently satisfied, she tugs on a little chain hanging nearby, and a huge man with hairy arms and a small leather mask over his eyes wheels in a cart. The curiously-constructed cart features stirrups mounted off of one end, as in a gynecological examination table, a little padding, and a headrest with a hole in it, like that of a massage table. Beneath are stainless steel drawers. D-rings are mounted in various positions on the cart. The woman says "Welcome. This is Jesus. It will be his pleasure to serve you tonight. He'll take good care of you." She pronounces his name in the American style. She orders you to climb onto the cart, although the command is unnecessary as Jesus has lifted you easily into his arms and settled you in place on the freezing cold steel. A drawer opens beneath you and Jesus withdraws some black leather restraints, including cuffs and a spreader bar. With these fastened to your ankles and knees, you are secured in a position of excessive vulnerability. Your knees are forced awkwardly apart, and stirrups are positioned higher than you've seen before. You feel a chill on the dampening lace in the crotch of your panties, which are plainly presented to the open air. Jesus affixes a dog collar to your throat and cuffs to your wrists. He chains these to the cart, although he has surprised you by giving it a little play. Suddenly, Jesus opens your blouse and starts roughly slapping your breasts and tweaking the nipples. With the contact and your shock, they harden quickly. Jesus closes your blouse again and wordlessly wheels the cart quickly through restaurant-style swinging double-doors. Through the romantically dim lighting you can see an opulent dining room filled with beautiful, formally-dressed people seated among glittering candles at oddly-shaped tables. There is a stage at one end of the room featuring a bed, and a sagging leather construction suspended by chains from up behind the proscenium, both vacant. Elsewhere in this main dining hall are other carts similar to yours, bearing women and a man or two, wheeled about from table to table by large muscular men. Jesus wheels you to the nearest table, where three distinguished-looking masked men in their fifties stand up from their chairs as you arrive. Jesus asks, in deep stentorian tones, if they would like anything from "cart six." The men cheerfully gather around you, poking and prodding. Your blouse is unbuttoned for a closer inspection, and you are startled when one man moves the crotch of your panties aside and inspects your vulva as another forces your mouth open to look within. Abruptly they return to their tables and apply feather pens to parchment cards before them. Jesus reassembles your clothing deftly and takes the cart to the next table. At this table there is a couple in their mid thirties. The man is clean-cut with a politician's smile. The woman is an absolute stunner in a beautiful black silk dress trimmed in lace with sheer panels at the bosom. She is not wearing a bra or camisole beneath. Her breasts are small and thrust straight outward, nipples causing wrinkles to radiate away. As you approach, they rise. When Jesus asks if they would like something from cart six the man smoothly offers "Darling, it's your birthday. Take whatever you like." She glides over with the grace of affluence and her hands begin sliding over your body, your thighs, your breasts. She moves up to smile and look into your eyes and then bends delicately down to sniff your fragrances. Like the men, she moves the crotch of your panties aside, sliding her fingers along your dampening labia, then briefly into your vagina. Jesus intones "if you please, madam." She quickly withdraws and slips the finger into her mouth. She returns to the table and takes pen furiously to parchment. Again, Jesus replaces your panties and buttons your blouse, moving to the next table. This table has several rather unrefined men. One, clearly the leader, is dressed well but is gruff and uncouth. All are hairy and do not smell pleasant. They rise politely as you approach but hurry over to the cart a little too quickly. Their hands are everywhere and before you know it you are completely disheveled. While the men huddle in a private discussion, Jesus again tidies you up. The leader writes something on his parchment. None of the other men write but all of them bear vulgar grins. Jesus proceeds to wheel you from table to table, each differing widely in gender and class makeup, the only common thread being extreme wealth. The other carts you pass bear people who look far more terrified than you are feeling, and you wonder if this is perhaps not their first time. You see a man you take to be the Host moving among the tables, collecting the little parchment cards. Your last stop is the most curious. Instead of a table, there is a coffin. An ordinary-looking man rises from within, sizes you up quickly and retreats into the coffin, closing the lid. Following this, you are led into a warm chamber. A pretty young woman comes in bearing a platter of fruits, cheeses and meats. She begins to feed you as you lay helpless on the cart. She feeds you peaches and pears, spiced meats, figs, asparagus, sweet potatoes. She pours fruit juices into your mouth, toying with you. You gulp fragrant wine and hard cider, trying mostly not to drown. She laughs and cleans you up, the damp cloth lingering flirtatiously. You are, however, too dizzy to respond. The Host appears in the room and explains that cart six's "dance card is full" and that the bidding was vigorous. He has compiled a list of "engagements" and points out a few to the woman, who giggles and takes the sheet. She begins taking supplies you can't see from a cabinet behind your head and placing them in the drawers of your cart. The liquors quickly warm your veins and it isn't long before you begin to feel pressure on your bladder. You ask to use the bathroom but the woman just laughs and says "You'll get your chance soon enough." Presently Jesus returns, and the woman hands him your engagement sheet. She is chatty but Jesus remains quiet, simply consulting your sheet and pushing your cart back into the main dining room. The tenor of the room has changed considerably. Around you you can see women getting fucked, vigorously and variously. Most of the women and one man are still on their carts, but some women are on the odd tables, which are shaped like sturdy painter's palettes. One woman, surrounded by naked, masked diners, is on her back, covered in whipped cream and fruit and hot fudge. One of the men is leering and pressing a banana in and out of her twat as she moans and writhes a little, and another man moves a swollen, curiously banana-shaped cock up toward her mouth. This table passes out of your range of vision and you see another cart with men completely surrounding it. You cannot tell if the cart's occupant is male or female, but they're all squirming and twitching and gasping, and you can hear a choked spluttering sound from the middle. On the stage you see a trio on the bed in a complicated tryst, supervised by a dominant male tormenting a woman suspended in a leather swing. An audience is gathered at the foot of the stage, some masturbating themselves or one another, others getting sucked off, some simply looking on impassively. Your first stop is the table with the politician and the beautiful woman. Jesus sets the brakes on the wheels and folds out something at the foot of the cart. The beautiful woman glides over and kneels between your legs. "Is it fresh?" "Of course, madam. This is its first engagement for the evening, per your request." Satisfied, she begins touching the inside of your thighs with one hand while stroking her breasts through the translucent mesh of her gown. At first it tickles, and you twitch, but soon you feel the wetness come. She observes it with relish and cannot resist stroking the damp spot. Her touch is electrifying. You look down and she has lifted the front of her skirt and has slipped her hand beneath lacy black panties not unlike your own. She settles down to her knees and begins with her nose in your panties, savoring the redolence. She starts to lick and suck at the panties and you can see her shoulder moving. The man stands beside the cart watching his date. He has pulled out a fair-to-middling prick and is stroking it unhurriedly, in contrast to his paramour. She finally takes the panties in her fingers and moves them aside, sliding her finger up and down your slit, occasionally dipping into your vaginal canal. Her delicate touch causes you to gush suddenly and she notices. Abruptly, she dives into your crotch, sucking the vulva into her mouth, her tongue greedily lapping up any pockets of moisture. Having done so, she moves her fingers up to your throbbing clitoris which has emerged eagerly, this causes a fresh gushing and the woman laps it up greedily. She slides two fingers into you and begins a strange motion of fingering your g-spot and then popping her rigid fingers out of your cunt, keeping pressure on the front rim each time. This causes a new squirt of juices with each stroke. Thus rewarded, she does this rhythmically and consistently, twirling her tongue around your aching clitoris. She is masturbating feverishly as you approach your own climax. She is getting very excited as you begin moaning urgently, and with a deftly timed flick of the wrist, you experience a sudden release and your cum squirts forcefully onto the lady's neck and chest. You barely have time to catch your breath as she starts frigging you enthusiastically, and herself as well. Again, with an adroit pop she causes you to squirt again, this time into her mouth and on her face, bringing her to a shuddering great orgasm. She repeats this process until you feel as though you will simply pee in this woman's face. Idly you wonder if this is what she really wants. She nods at Jesus and he folds out metal stands on either side of your head as she hastily removes her panties. He picks up the woman as if he were picking up a beer and sets her on these stands and she squats down on your face without preamble. You begin lapping at her pulsing pussy with vigor as she holds onto your stirruped ankle with one hand, rubbing her tits through the mesh with the other. The silk of her gown drapes sensuously over your bared belly, but eventually she tires of it, loosening a knot at the back of the neck and throwing the dress over her head. During the moment where she stood to remove the dress you see that the politician is masturbating into her soaked panties. The woman has been watching the people around the other carts from her excellent vantage point. She lowers herself again onto you and calls for her paramour. You can tell she's grabbed his cock with the panties wrapped around them and is jacking him off. His hand wriggles past your chin to rub at her clit so you plunge your tongue as far as you can into her quim, and she rewards you both with a shuddering gasp. As the man comes noisily into the woman's hand and panties, she starts shrieking with an orgasm of her own that echoes through the dining hall. She collapses onto your belly, resting her head on your thigh to catch her breath. After a moment, Jesus helps her down where she jumps into the arms of her lover, kissing him ferociously. She turns cooing to you, her face fragrant with girl-cum, and licks her own juices off of your face. The nods to Jesus and he folds up the cart's accessories and removes the brakes from the wheels. He wheels you into the prep room again, and you're forced to wait while the pretty young woman tends after an exhausted girl on another cart. Her face and body is covered by an impossible quantity of jism; it looks like 25 strapping men had come repeatedly on her. The pretty young woman gives up, unhooking her from the cart and leading her weak-kneed charge into another room. She returns momentarily, consults your engagement sheet, and starts cleaning you up for your next engagement. You complain that you really have to piss and she says "Great. That's the next thing on your list. Now, I don't know if you've done this, but remember: Little girl-squirts at first; don't let it all fly. Give them all a chance. Then, when it's time to release you can hose down everyone near you. Got it?" You don't, but you nod anyway. Jesus wheels you to a large table with six men and sets the brakes. The men gather around and start unbuttoning you, unhooking you and untying the tiny bows at the hips of your panties. In a moment you are completely exposed and then masked men have all pulled out their cocks and are stroking them. One man takes a position between your legs. Those in wait are at either side, and they gesture for you to take their dicks in your hands. These are already juiced up and are easy to jack. Soon, another man has taken your face and forced his prick into your mouth. After several minutes in which the dicks in your hand and mouth are replaced a couple of times each, you hear the man between your legs gasp, "OK, sweetheart, give it to me!" You assume he knows what you're about to do, and you release a mighty stream of piss, which you cut off as quickly as you can. The men cheer and you feel gouts of warm cum hit your thighs. Another man takes his place at your crotch and slides his fingers into you. He feels you from the inside and you begin to twitch a little. This excites the guy and he barks at you to go. You shower him with a short spray of warm piss and he groans, decorating you with more sperm. Each man takes a turn, each taking less time to reach his moment of truth. One guy came suddenly all over your tits -- you guess you were gripping him a bit too hard -- but he takes his turn anyway, just immediately going for the pee. You've paced your bladder pretty well, and when the last guy takes his position, he pushes his dick into you, the first man of the evening to do so. Slippery with semen, you receive him easily and he begins to pump away. When he begins to make all the right sounds, he yells something incoherent and you let loose as best you can. It feels rather similar to the squirting orgasms the woman coaxed from you. You feel the urine on his belly, on you, dripping down your ass and his balls and his legs. Your flow is constricted though, so the pee lasts a very long time, during which the man bucks wildly between your legs and deposits tremendous gouts of seed into you. He staggers away and nods at Jesus, collapsing into his seat. The men all applaud, though you're not sure for whom. Jesus releases the brakes and consults your engagement sheet. He surprises you by wheeling you directly to the next table. You are in a sorry state, your clothes hanging in tatters and covered in drying cum. As Jesus hurries to the next table, the vibrations in the cart cause the last guy's jizz to dribble out of your snatch. Jesus brings you to the table of vulgar men. They rise, leering, as you come to a stop. Jesus brakes your cart, opens out the stepstools, and tightens your restraints. The pack moves in, handling your body roughly. One little warthog scrambles up onto your tummy, spits between your tits and squats. He grabs the outside of your tits and lays his member between them and starts pumping. Your head is turned roughly to the side and placed around a fragrant cock. You feel another prick slide into your messy twat, your hands grabbed, spat in and wrapped around two more dicks. You are lost in a delirious dream of cocks and sperm. Your body is a tool, a giant collective masturbation aid. The men laugh and jeer, cheering on their "cum-bucket" every time someone deposits another load onto your body, into your mouth or cunt or ass, or into your hair. You no longer have a distinct sense of self; you are just an object of desire to stimulate and then satisfy their basest lusts. Even in this state of minimal consciousness, you work your tongue, your fingers, the muscles in your pussy, your sphincters, to please the men. Eventually you become dimly aware that the activity has ceased, that the men have gone, and that only Jesus stands before you. The next thing you are truly conscious for is Jesus giving you orange juice from a sports bottle. He gives you a moment to recover, and for the sugars to enter your bloodstream, before moving you to the next engagement. The next table is just two gentlemen of indeterminate age. When the taller one takes his place between your legs, the other inspects you carefully, his dick in his hand, licking up the leavings from your chest. The other guy is licking up the cum from your thighs, belly, and pussy. He gets excited by this and plunges his cock into you, forcing the fluids within to squelch out over his balls and dribble down his thighs. His friend kneels down at his feet, jacking himself with one hand and playing with his buddy's balls. Soon the standing man gasps as a sticky digit is shoved into his ass but he continues the pace of his fucking. The kneeling man has maneuvered around to his friend's rear and has begun rimming him out with his tongue. Jesus presents him with a bottle of expensive personal lubricant, which the littler man spreads, groaning, onto his own cock. The taller man leans forward over you, his body grinding harder into your pussy as he fucks you. He will not look at you. He grunts as his friend enters him from the rear and they quickly establish a rhythm. Soon, a huge load is deposited into your pussy again. The little guy pulls out and steps up to you. He rams his fat little cock into your ruined snatch and starts fucking you like you matter. It's an illusion though; it immediately becomes clear from the man's mutterings that he just wanted to fuck anything so full of cum. He plugs away viciously until at last he pours more cum into your sopping quim. His friend pulls him out and starts to clean off the cock with his tongue. The little man makes a dismissive gesture at Jesus, who wheels you away into the prep room while the men continue their tryst. Oyster Cart The pretty woman inspects you from hair to crotch and says "well, you're in a right state, aren't you?" Illustratively, she draws her fingers through your slit and up where you can see them, trailing a ropy strand of cum, which she then shakes from her fingers. She loosens your restraints and leads you from the cart, your clothes mostly falling away as you totter into the next room, labeled "Salle des Bains." This room is an enormous bathroom, like that of a high-end hotel suite but the size of a normal hotel room. There are two huge spa baths, a spacious shower replete with railings, handles and benches, an enclosed toilet stall, and a bidet and two more toilets, side by side in the open. In one bath is a masked couple, both of whose eyes are fixed on you as you pass by. You are led to an open toilet, where the Hostess finishes undressing you and then douches you, making no secret of her pleasure in doing so. You make no secret of your pleasure in having it done, despite the awkwardness of the fixed gazes of the bathing couple. The woman suddenly slips an egg vibrator into your freshly cleaned vagina and it begins to buzz pleasantly. You look at the woman, startled, and she says "This will make the enema more fun. Trust me. You may touch yourself if you like." You are briefly left to absorb all this while returning the steady stares of the masked couple in the tub. The woman rises from the bath and settles on the edge, fingering herself languidly. With this encouragement, you realize that it's more awkward to *not* masturbate in this situation. Without taking your eyes off of them your hand slides slowly down your belly and begins stroking your pussy. It finds the retrieval cord and you experiment with tugging on the vibrator until it is nearly released, then allowing it to settle back in place. The pretty young woman returns with a giant hot water bottle on a tall stand, with two hoses leading from it. She looks at the bather and the bather comes over to the toilet at your right and sits with her legs spread wide, her knees touching yours. She accepts an egg vibrator like yours from the Hostess and sighs as it begins buzzing. She immediately resumes masturbating. The Hostess lubricates the hoses and slips them first into your new companion's ass, then into yours. She releases the valve and you feel your insides filling with warmth. Your companion reaches out her left hand and you take it willingly, holding it tightly as the pressure builds. The Hostess has seated herself between the toilets and has reached under both of your bottoms. She is rhythmically stroking your sphincters in a certain way that causes your muscles to clench involuntarily in time with her ministrations. She rises to force the last of the warm water into you. She removes the hoses simultaneously, admonishing you to hold it in until she gives you permission. She resumes that stroking pattern, warning you to hold it. Your bottom is incredibly full and tense and the rhythmic pulsations of your sphincter is overwhelming you. You are now frigging yourself with abandon and desperately trying to follow your orders. Your climax builds noisily, along with your companion's, and finally the woman stops stroking and seizes the controls of two remotes. She says "Ready... Release!" and suddenly turns up the vibrators to full blast. You release gratefully, and a tremendous torrent of warm water rockets into the toilet, the sounds of release and water and violent orgasm mirroring those from your new friend and the guttural, climactic groans of her companion, over by the tub. After a shuddering cool-down period the Hostess stops the vibrators but does not remove them. She helps you to rise and leads you to the waiting bath. You slip contentedly into the warm soapy water and she hands both remotes to the man. The woman climbs into your tub with you and immediately starts stroking your legs. She climbs over and begins to kiss you, her ringlets tickling your face, her leather mask soft against your brow. Her hands wander and you start sliding yours up the sides of her body and over her breasts, hands slippery from the liberal quantity of scented oil from the steaming bath. You are both jolted from this pleasant moment by the man, who has suddenly turned up both wireless remotes. Your new friend maneuvers so that she can grind her pussy against yours under the water. The man is being infuriating, playing you like an instrument, starting and stopping the vibrators unexpectedly, occasionally out of sync, watching you each jump, then settle back into the long kiss, then moan a little when the vibration stops. Despite this, she is a wonderful kisser, with a confident strength and a woman's soft lips. Your hands are moving all over one another when the Hostess reappears with a wooden box, like a tea chest, presenting it to your tubmate. She points at a double-dong in the chest and the Hostess deftly lubes it and hands it to her. The man has emerged from the tub and is stroking his somewhat flaccid member avidly. His lover sits on the edge of your bath and pushes the sizable dong into herself slowly, with a lascivious grin. You watch, fascinated, and the obscene thing disappears into her snatch. She starts working it around a little and then slides back down into the tub, her legs slipping neatly under yours. The man reaches into the water and hooks his finger in the retrieval loop of the egg vibe, yanking it out artlessly. He fits the dong into you. It fills you hugely and you gasp sharply. Without preamble the man begins working the dong in each way, pushing it into one woman while pulling it out of another. You each sit back to enjoy it, languidly stroking one another's calves and occasionally your own breasts. Eventually, hands work themselves down toward the center of the action. You can feel all of the hands as you work your own clit. The man is leering and pumping away and you touch the huge thing right at the rim of your pussy as it slides in and out of you with the man's mechanical force. The man uses his other hand to turn the vibes back on and it quickly begins to be too much for you. You grip the sides of the tub and the man renews his enthusiasm. The water is sloshing vigorously and the other woman begins to come almost immediately. She and the man are looking at each other, and she reaches a pruned hand out to take his huge cock in one hand, and takes the exposed part of the dong in the other. She begins to jack both of you off simultaneously, and the man rises. She pulls his dick to her face and wraps her lips and tongue around it. She locks her eyes on you, savoring his cock, and this sends you over the edge. After coming noisily, you get up on your knees in the suds, making your way over to where that beautiful cock is being worshipped. She pulls you close and you share the taste of his pre-cum, his head, his shaft, his balls. All of this attention soon finishes the man, who comes copiously into his lover's mouth. He withdraws and she kisses you, her mouth tasting of cum. You lean back to see the Hostess standing between the tubs with three warmed, luxurious robes. You take the cue and emerge, wrapping yourself in the splendid thing. The man and woman lock arms and retreat, and you are led back into the prep room. The Hostess removes your robe, towels you dry, and fusses with your hair. Jesus appears and leads you completely naked into the dining room. Your cheeks burn with humiliation as he leads you over to the coffin guy. Jesus knocks on the lid of the coffin and a panel slides back to reveal a glory hole. A decent-sized erection emerges from it, and Jesus pushes you to your knees. A curious congregation gathers as you set to the task of sucking the coffin guy off. You give it everything you have, trying to suck the life out of him -- presumably that's what he really wants. He responds by screaming and banging on the coffin. You steal a glance at Jesus, catching your breath and working the coffin guy's cock with one hand on the shaft and the other sliding around his head. Jesus remains impassive, even disinterested. Given his lack of concern you determine to continue on this course. You give the coffin guy everything you've got, sucking on him -- hard -- occasionally using your teeth judiciously, ignoring the thumping and whimpering from within. His cum is explosive and you continue sucking right on his head through his entire orgasm, his yelping muffled by the plywood of the coffin. When you rise, he is flaccid and dry; no trace of jizz anywhere. Jesus produces a towel and you wipe your face, spitting whatever you didn't swallow into it -- which isn't much. The coffin lid bursts open and the little guy inside looks completely panicked. He points accusingly at you and starts shrieking that you're a vampire, continuing in a stream of occult babble. Jesus dryly asks, "Did it displease you, sir?" Stunned, the man replies "NO it didn't displease me! What she did to me was inhuman -- beyond human -- I tell you she is a succubus! I could feel my life force draining into her evil maw!" You stand, smugly, and Jesus simply replies "Very good sir, I shall relay your compliments to the Host." The man is panting and staring at you, clearly terrified, and the crowd is regarding you, awestruck, even as you are led away to your next engagement. You finally speak to Jesus directly: "I thought it was what he wanted." Jesus says, simply, "It was. He will bid generously for your services should you join us again on one of his nights. They all will." By now you are wearing your nakedness proudly. Jesus steps away to discuss something privately with a man who you assume to be the Host. You take the moment to confidently meet the eyes of the many men staring hungrily at you, even stealing a sweet drink from a serving tray as it goes by. You sense a shift in the balance of power. Jesus returns and says "You have one additional engagement this evening, quite suitable for one who is feeling cocky." As he leads you to a door, several of the men burst into action, beelining it for doors near the one you are approaching. Jesus thrusts you into a tiny room, brightly lit from above and below. As your eyes adjust you see that it is an octagonal sort of closet with leather padding on the floors. It is surrounded by mirrors, beneath which are covered wooden panels. One panel slides back and an erection emerges from the opening, twitching expectantly. Another panel slides open and another penis is revealed, its owner also having shoved his balls through the opening. You strut around the little space, gently stroking the twitching dicks as you go by. Panels begin sliding back all around you and you set to work, ministering to the charming variety of members presented to you. You suck one cock while jacking two others. Under your expert tongue, one cock suddenly burst its load into your mouth. You spit his come onto one of the dicks in your hand and jack it in earnest, using both hands. After a few minutes the prick starts spurting into both palms. You turn around, wrap your mouth around a fat cock and grab its neighbors in a slippery, sticky grip. When the cock you're eating tenses up for orgasm you jump back with your ass to the padding, knees in the air. The presentation of this fetching target causes the objects of your attentions to decorate your body with gouts of jism, in a cascading sequence. You turn to another section of wall studded with impatient cocks and give them a similar treatment, scooping cum off of your tits and onto their cocks as lubricant. They thrust proudly into the room and you make short work of all of them, moving quickly between them. You are surprised by a splattering from behind -- one dick has squirted all over your ass without any assistance from you. The other members cough up copious amounts of sperm onto your shoulders, into your hair. Inspired by the hit from behind, you back your ass onto one mighty cock and start pounding it. At first it is all you can do to slam your cunt back against this cock but you eventually catch a rhythm, and with one hand you can stroke the array of penises that have re-emerged from slots you had previously emptied. Soon you are on your back, legs spread to the confines of the room, rubbing cum through your slit furiously as dicks retreat, then pop through one last time to add to the mess, targeting your sopping twat. One cock, however, waits patiently amid all the frantic activity in the little room. You flip over and crawl to it and it flexes a salute. You kiss the pearl of fluid at its tip, then take the whole thing warmly into your mouth. You start sliding confidently on the shaft, then sucking hard, giving this one the succubus treatment. It explodes down your throat and falls back. You quickly move to a new dick that has appeared and give it the succubus treatment as well. You spit the jizz from that cock directly onto the bobbing cock that appeared a minute or so earlier and treat it to a lovely two-fisted hand job that pops its nuts in short moments. At this point a panel reopens next to your head. At first you are confused by what you see until you realize that a woman has backed up against the panel. You start sliding your tongue around the hairless pussy while jacking off its neighbor. You catch the boy-come in your fist and slather the pussy with it. You slip three fingers easily into the pussy and the ass presses harder against the panel. You add another finger and begin working the g-spot and applying your thumb to the swelling clitoris. The pussy is pushing against your fingers so you experimentally slide your thumb down to the hole. The pussy seems to reach around your hand, simultaneously resisting it and pulling it in. Frigging the clit with your other hand, you work your hand into the gaping vagina. Finally, the last knuckles disappear into the pussy and you marvel at the sight. It squirms intensely and you work your fingers within her spasming cavity. You bend your head under your wrist and take the clit into your teeth and the pussy muscles threaten to crack your wristbones. You maintain pressure on its g-spot and swirl around the part of the clit that you have between your teeth. It's a moving target, and your wrist keeps getting banged against the side of the opening with the violence of the orgasm. Somewhat reluctantly you withdraw your hand from its warm embrace gingerly, and as your hand slides out, the entire crotch shudders and squirts you in the arm. The hole still gapes in front of you briefly but the crotch disappears and the panel slides closed. You turn around and there are two more panels open; one has a dick sticking through it and the other reveals a hairy asshole. You hope the anus is not planning to wrap around your wrist too, because you're getting tired. But you oblige it with your tongue, rimming it out like it was a small cunt. You can see the membrane leading from the perineum to the scrotum being tugged repeatedly and vigorously as you do this, so you continue, taking the remaining dick in your left hand. This dick is consistently oozing pre-cum so you lube up your right index finger with it and push it into that asshole. You suck the cock with relish while working the prostate with your hand. Soon you feel the sphincter tighten around your finger and the muscles in the ass start convulsing, then it pulls reluctantly away and the panel slides closed. At last there is this one last cock to suck, and you tend to it with adoration -- mouth and both hands. You can smell the faint odor of the asshole on your hand so close to your working mouth but it only makes you feel dirtier and randier. Eventually this huge cock pulls out slightly but does not leave. You take the hint and turn around, guiding it into your soggy pussy. The dick retreats again, briefly, reappearing with a glistening coat of lubricant. Finally you really get the message and, with a deep breath, let it plunge deep into your waiting asshole. It fills you, splits you. It's a little more than you can take. Dauntless, it begins sliding in and out of you with a steady rhythm. You rest your head on the floor with your abused ass in the air and begin to breathe deeply and rhythmically, breathing through the pain until it is indistinguishable from pleasure. Soon, the dick remains still but still rigid. Moaning continuously but grunting with every thrust, you force your ass back on this mighty cock in a steady meter. One hand grabs your clit while your shoulders and face rest on the mat. Grinding your cheek into the cum-soaked mat you reach an ass climax and sag to the floor. After a moment of recovery, the cock still glares at you from one lustful eye. Astounded, you sit up and regard the imperturbable thing with consternation. Remembering your lovely enema and bath you move in with your mouth. It finally begins responding to the succubus treatment, and as you draw both hands up it begins to disgorge stream after stream of cum all over your body and face. You revel in it, sitting back and catching the great gouts triumphantly, jacking away with your hand even as it still spurts at you. The proud warrior retreats at last and the panel slides closed. The wall opens to reveal Jesus, his manhood huge even when it's flaccid. He tucks his cock into his trousers, zips up, and helps you off the floor. You emerge from the broiling little room covered in a sheen of sweat and jism, and people at every table are applauding you. Many, still naked and still applauding, rise as you pass on your way back to the Salle des Bains. There, you are led to the shower stall where you wash off the sweat, jizz and stink of what was probably twenty cocks, cunts and asses in all. When you emerge, the Hostess has appeared with beautiful clothes and lingerie for you, all new and fitting perfectly. The Host and I join you in the prep room. The host reveals that this supperclub was an event to benefit some charity or other. Indicating a fat envelope in his hands, he says your portion of the proceeds amounts to US$4200. He asks pointedly if you would like to donate the money to the charity, or if you would prefer to have become a high-class hooker. You smile, lock arms with me, step toward the exit, and hook the envelope on your way out.