A Crimson Seat
I grasp your hand, swaying close to your ear and confess, "Prepare for a treat." A mystery lingers, with nothing to hint at the impending excitement. Even so, you're instantly soaked with anticipation. I navigate toward the changing area, veiling your eyes with a blindfold. The environment fades into darkness as all you're left with is my sonorous voice.
I trace my fingers through your hair, creating a pathway through the locks. I unzip your dress, relishing the moments I savour, feeling my touch linger on each confined corner. Leisurely, I explore your body, adjusting each restriction with a careful indulgence. Tender hands disrobe you, a peel of clothes that unveil your enchanting body. The dress lowers down and you're zipped out of it. My fingers bootlace your underwear, inviting you to step out of them, leaving you entirely bare. I concentrate on body parts, tossing my head over this and that while my cock stiffens in my trousers. I simper as I circle around your nakedness, admiring each curve and static slope.
Unaware of the mystery, your body experiences a wave of new feelings. Jews in charge of the brain. The texture of fingertips teasing flesh is a source of arousal that never fails. Caught in this enchanted prison where Mr. Anself opens doors to pandoras boxes.
The pinch of nipple clamps creates a tension that's both aching and enjoyable. I tug on them to ensure they're secured. Alert once more, I wander to the adjacent space, shall we circumvent this dark area, I whisper into your ear. You are led onto a lush sofa. Curling up, hoping something pleasant could be done to your exposed body, you feel the shiver from beneath, an unwelcomed breeze tickles your dewy skin. A disembodied voice erupts from silence, removing your blindfold.
Entrapped by the opaque darkness, your only sensory access is the gentle caress of your potential fate. It's a tangled battle of pleasure and anguish on your nerves. Enhanced by the sharp yank on the chain, I treasure these instruments of sexual awakening, equally both lover and dominatrix, capable of thrilling you. What's more, shapes emerge from the clinging fog, men dressed, seated in the night's architectural plasma. Their dreams depends on your behaviour.
A smattering of intruders behind eye level, represented only by the majestic outline of their groin indicating their urges, creates an overwhelming, irresistible reaction. You eagerly catch a glimpse of your hand weaving in and out of your vulva, as if you're hiding your pleasure like a trick. You scratch at the itching point between your boobs when you scantly make out a finger across the most sensitive part of your body. A tug on that exposes a desirable gap, an irresistible exposure of your wettest, most fragile flesh bearing the nipple clamp's sharp tug.
Enthralled by the undiscovered, you angle yourself bolder, allowing for better sight. One outstretched leg is all you require to achieve the required view. Fingers glide between your thighs.
Stuck in this glorious position with a dash of suspicion. Shock blooms deep in your chest. Yet, the flagging nerves are taking your desires globally. Now, naked on display before those watching eyes. Your soaked fingers continue to remain hungrily occupied. The sign of their eyes burning with pizza-stained hunger filters through your entire body, fuels your desperation, goading you to do all it takes to please their desires. You spot the gaped chain, approaching and digging your finger into the chains above. It's more painful than expected, but the erotic world of men who dream about you set a new peak.
Unforeseen truth absorbs your heart, as if uncertain by a burst of truth in your living room. Interlocked orgies, "Hey, would you like a hand?", almost an eternity of options, tries to help you understand. Taste your own fingers as you dive down the abyss.
Following the exhilarating announcement, you gaze around you, sword welding winded away, and realise there's an audience of men with bromide excitement for your godly self. They've stopped the spreading dance to enjoy what's shown to them. You plop your hands onto your sides, devouring the corners of your lips. Riveted by the guards of secrets. You witness the buckling of some severe lust. Quality indulgences, the struggle between adoration and the knowledges muffle through the room like a tempest. Suddenly, a loud buzz echoes, and you're lifted off your feet. I can barely suppress my laughter as you learn the effect of your bum's vibrator when attached to a seat-lifting gadget. The seat spins until I'm face-to-face with them and they're eying your vag painfully far away. You continue to tease them by circle jerking until you please your quest. The clank of their heads propels your pleasure into platform position.
You listen intently to a climax echo behind your shoulder. The gentleman's dramatic performances of anal anguish and orgasm cause a ripplle sympathy. The seat gently resumes its stationary mode, gifting us the likes of interchangeable shows. Observing the platform's marvel of a man, doped up and satisfied, you see the next man's silhouette just behind his. You recognise the outlines of his hands fondling on the armrest. He too vacates his chair, stark staring from the end of the chain attached to you, you sway again.
The chair rotates back towards me, and a devious grin spreads across my face. You motion for me to come closer. I'm completely naked, and I creep on my hands and knees towards you. The surrounding room resonates with the noise of self-pleasure filling the space around us. I advance towards your chair and sit back down on my knees, fixating my gaze on you. You widen your legs further, and I grasp the chain again. The clanking of the chain prompts even more moans and the shuffling of feet as some guys head out, content, while new ones step in to take their place. Leaning in, I caress your leg with the lightest of kisses. Tracing up from your foot to your knee, then repeating the process on the other leg. My lips leave a trail of kisses everywhere. You implore me to go down on you.
Shit, I should tell him to stop. I loathe what I'm doing here in front of strangers. Strangers who could be my colleagues or acquaintances. However, his lips on me draw me in, and I'm increasingly lost in the moment. The background of the world fades away as he continues to torment me.
I make my way up to your crotch and glide the tip of my tongue across your entire folds. I then begin to lap harder into you. The sounds of arousal echo throughout the room. You become more visible as your eyes adjust to the dimly-lit space. People have gathered around, stroking their cocks. Some men have orgasmed and are now smearing cum all over themselves. There are constant replacements of individuals, each one ready to satisfy themselves with a warm, wet invitation. They're wanking over you, spurting seeds onto their own flesh. I continue licking and lapping, gaininga deep appreciation for the flavor of your sweet nectar.
Every time I feel those first pressures from his tongue, I can't help but surrender to the sensation. The release after he teases me brings me to a state of bliss.
My tongue circles your clit before my fingers find their way inside you. You arch your back, allowing your beautiful breasts to lift. The audience erupts with moans. Your nipples perk up, inviting even more manifestations of arousal. I spread your thighs, ensuring the whole audience can appreciate the sight before them. Increasingly frantic in my efforts, I lap more aggressively, unleashing all the pent-up desire I've held inside.
I'm influenced by his tongue touched the sensitive flesh of my sex. The sensation is always so extraordinary. No matter the surrounding circumstances, just the touch of his tongue brings me to a state of supreme bliss where nothing else matters save the release he so eagerly provides.
Another look up to you: "Would you like to suck one of these dicks?" You give a confident nod. You're clearly passionate. I allow you to point out a guy with a colossal cock. The man can hardly contain his excitement as he lumbers over to where you're seated. You turn towards him and start to jerk him off, strengthening the connection between the two of you. Your eyes close as you fondle his testicles while simultaneously working his impressive member. Your head is swallowed by his erection, causing me to grin as you enjoy the experience.
His words transport me away from the current situation. We have often discussed the fantasy of me Pleasuring another man in front of him. And now, here it is: happening right while I'm about to orgasm in front of so many onlookers.
He moans out loudly, as do many other men in the audience. A few guys stand up, trying to get a better view of you. There are creatures of all shapes, sizes, and levels of arousal -- all wanking their dicks as they ogle you. You don't miss a beat in sucking away, teasing him with your tongue and giving him the feeling of possession. His climax rolls through him, and he begins to shudder. Before pulling it out of your mouth, you take the head between your lips and suck like you've been feasting on his cock for years. Your chest rises while an ominous release begins to fill you. The room fills with the sounds of orgasms. After receiving a strong suck, you let his cock go and return to your seat. The congregation erupts in an assortment of applause.
That was even better than I'd imagined. However, this encounter presses a darker curiosity. I'm not certain what other debauchery it might lead to, what else I may long for. Yet, I can't deny my growing fascination with this version of myself delivered to him as we continue to explore this newfound hobby together.
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