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By *uzy750 OP TV/TS 33 weeks ago
Luton |
It had been three months since Alice's triple adventure. Three months of office dross. She couldn't stand it. In her fifties it seemed to Alice that every minute of every day was priceless. Yet here she was, selling her soul to the corporate devil.
The envelop sat at the bottom of her in tray. A quality envelop that stood out for its size and subtle colour from the usual pile of business officialdom. Inside was a small handwritten note and an invitation card. Alice was intrigued.
"Dear Alice
In recognition of your sterling service for the betterment of man, we have great pleasure in inviting you as our guest of honour, to the 2024 Cockington Grand Gala"
Alice chuckled. "What the actual fuck?" she mumbled. Picking up the small handwritten note however brought a wry smile across her face. It was from Richard.
"Hi Alice,
I do hope you come"
Three weeks later Alice pulled up outside a country estate house with a grand entrance to what was described in the literature she'd sought out as, "An excellent example of a 19th century English main hall. Often used in the past for banquets and debutant dances, the main hall at Cockington House is decorated with a marbled floor, ornate plasterwork and fine examples of period silver work"
The chauffeured limousine pulled slowly away leaving Alice standing in front of the impressive main door. The black ballgown she'd bought hugging her body. Extenuating her waist and bustline a top the basque she was wearing to help define her shape. She saw no reason to skimp on her outfit for such an occasion, and had taken as much care in her selection of dress, as she did with her French lingerie and hosiery.
The door was opened by a well groomed gent decked out in the uniform of a butler. She smiled and thanked him. "Ma'am" he nodded, pointing the way with a raised white gloved hand toward the open door of the main hall.
It was dark inside. Alice could see nothing but a small shaft of light from the door, terminating with a bright well lit circle. It reminded her of the light cast by a stage light, and as it did, she remembered the small footnote upon her invitation that had seemed so abstract upon reading, but now appeared as an instruction.
"Step Into The Light"
Alice moved forward. She could see no one. But she could sense them. The slight sound of subdued breathing. The slight aroma of aftershave. She reached the circle of light, and the silence was broken by the sound of the butler closing the door and locking it from outside.
A flame flickered in the dark to the smell of sulphur. A lit match followed by a number of lit candles upon a beautiful silver candelabra. And then another and another casting rolling shadows around what she could now just make out was a beautiful ornat hall, occupied by about twenty hooded robed figures. All dressed in black with the exception of three. Three standing side-by-side directly in front of her dressed in red. She recognised them immediately. Bill to the left, Mark to the right, and in the centre, Richard. A comforting smile upon his face.
"Brothers. Our Queen has arrived"
Alice went to speak but stopped as Richard raised a hand in gesture. A solemn silence it seemed was required. With this Mark took a step forward, glancing as he did to the fellows Alice knew surrounded her. And then he spoke.
"It's time"
Alice froze. The phrase hitting her mind and causing a cascade of erotic memories. He body reacted instantaneously. Her nipples pushing against the tight corset binding them, as her vagina moistened the satin and lace knickers she wore beneath her dress. Alice had no idea what was about to happen, but she'd come to realise that Richard's handwritten phase "I do hope you come", might not have been a desire to hear her speak upon the pitfalls of AI trading within the city.
With Mark's words the twenty black robed figures removed their hoods, untied the belt holding their robe closed, and let it slide to the floor. Each taking a step forward, their bare feet making no sound upon the marbled floor as their toned and naked figures came into her clear view. A slight uncontrolled gasp left her lips. Her pubis contracted, and then the first wave of an impending orgasm rippled through her.
She stood motionless in excitement and shock. Two figures approached her. One from each side. Taking her hands and holding them gently but firmly at shoulder height. She stood, bathed in light, held in a crucifix position unable to process what was happening. Two more figures approached. One from her front, one from the rear. She saw a glint, a reflection of light upon a polished metal surface. A blade. Terror gripped her. But it was unwarranted. With the skill of a fine surgeon her dress was cut from her body. The bindings of her corset followed before it was gently peeled away to free her breasts and hard erect nipples. Her breathing quickened. Her excitement growing to levels she'd never felt before, as her satin knickers fell to the skilled craftsmanship of the naked bladesmen to her sides. She stood naked but for stockings and killer heels, bathed in light, in a room of twenty naked men all now clearly aroused.
The hands holding hers moved. Pulling her gently downward, signalling her to kneel. She could offer no resistance. Nor did she try. She was surprised to find a silk cushion had been placed at her feet. She knelt. Held her head high. Looking straight at Richard. His hand raised again. Another signal to the brothers. The circle around her tightened as they moved forward.
Seconds later she was surrounded. Their erect cocks inches from her face. In every direction she turned her head, she found a large moist cock awaiting her. She needed no further instruction and as she took the first in her mouth it triggered a response from those around her. Soon the sight was not just of a static masculine arousal, but the slow and determined movements of men wanking over her nakedness and sexual prowess.
Her body succumbed to her own desires. She'd always loved giving head, prided herself on always being able to make her man cum, but now she was a woman possessed. It took only minutes for the first hot stream of juice to hit her eager mouth. She had little time to saviour him before he moved away, replaced immediately by another, then another, and another. Frantic in her work, she was only slightly conscious of those who'd shot their loads upon her as she'd be busy upon the latest phallus. Her body was covered. Her breasts shone with the thick juices of numerous men. Juices she'd been unconsciously rubbing all over her body as she careesed herself and frantically fingered her dripping wet cunt. She'd spun around and around upon her knees, laughing in joy as she sucked and careesed wet cock after cock. No matter where she turned, her greatest pleasure was there for the taking. Feeding her the cum she so loved to drink. She was in heaven.
As she drained her last man she found herself lifted aloft by the crowd. Held high in the air, her legs and arms splayed apart, her cum filled and cum covered nakedness was carried toward a low rectangular plinth, covered in a soft satin cushion. Expertly laid upon this, she felt a sense of pure joy. As if to this gathering she was a Goddess being worshipped. They held her in position. Legs and arms wide. Numerous pairs of hands caressing her smooth skin. Her breasts. Her lips. Her clit. Bill moved toward her. His cock large and swollen. It pierced her wet hole. Slow, deep, determined thrusts. He held her hips and fucked her with a sensuality she'd not experienced before. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her cum covered body. Squeezing and milking his cock until she felt him cum deep inside her. Her moans of joy at his orgasm becoming moans of pleasure as Mark immediately took Bill's place. He fucked her with a greater intensity. More forceful. More hurried. Deeper and harder. The hands covering her body simultaneously holding her in place as Mark pushed into her cum filled cunt before he to exploded.
A pause. Then Richard approached. He signalled with his hands. Her legs were raised, hips rolled forward, and Richard entered her ass. He fucked her tenderly as others careesed her cunt. He was slow and sensual. Allowing her to feel every millimeter of his swollen gland as it forced open her ring. Allowed her to suck him in and squeeze him out. They fucked in silence. His passion for her ass needing no words. It was beautiful. Sensual. Erotic and intimate despite the number of witnesses to the event. His speed increased. His urgency forcing him deeper into her. His body tensed, he pulled her onto him, and exploded deep inside her.
It was done. A town called Alice. And she had answered. |
