"Ooh fuck, I'm a real cumslut!" you gasp, catching sight of yourself in the mirrored walls.
The crowd has parted. Breathless men are laid back on cushions as their lovers are pleasing themselves for their excitement, or are sucking their still-twitching cocks to renew their desire.
Alone, you pull upright and see yourself. Your needy hole clenches at the sight. Numerous men have shown your sexuality the ultimate appreciation. Before now, you've reveled in counting the number of pulsing jets a cock has launched. Here, you've lost count of the men, let alone the huge number of generous spurts. Your self-esteem soars to see yourself as the subject of such adoration.
"Fuck... that's a hell of a lot of sperm!" You look your reflection up and down, running your fingertips through the spillage coating your skin. You think of smoothing it in but decide you want to keep wearing the adornment as proof of your gigantic appetite as you fuck through the night.
Fucking! Your mind turns from the distraction of seeing yourself to the hunger you feel. You look about, seeing more than a few early cummers hard and ready. Your eyes are searching for me. I appear, standing above where you kneel.
"God, you look incredible!" I praise, my voice betraying my desire and awe at your appetite. You reach out for my swollen balls, hanging beneath my very wet cock. You admire the rivulets of precum.
"You've not cum, have you?" You ask, fondling my testicles you know so well.
"Tonight is for the guests." I shrug.
"Tonight is for me," you correct. "And I want you to get the next round started," you say with a smirk, seeing another drool of precum roll from my tip thanks to your massaging of my heavy love eggs.
"I won't last," I gasp. "The sight of you... living your best sex life..."
"Good. That's the point. Everyone needs to be brief, or I'll tire too soon to fuck everybody. I want you to flood me, to set me on my greatest journey."
You turn and face the majority of the crowd and raise your voice. "Fuck me whilst I face my audience. Fill me with sperm whilst I see who's ready to cum in me next!"
Facing the lounging audience, I shuffle in behind you. Your whole intimate area is plastered in cum already, some starting to run off you in large tendrils of white. I can't help but run my swollen cock head up and down your furrow, smothering myself in your prize.
Before you, the audience is showing off, exhibiting themselves and showcasing their mischievous side to tempt you in their direction. Chief of all is the goth girl and her man, who I know you have got your eye on, as you've specifically positioned yourself facing them.
She's still in 69, him slobbering over her hole, poised over his face, wriggling her hips to increase the intensity. She catches you looking and holds her man's saliva-covered cock upright. At that very moment, you groan as I slide into you from behind. She mirrors the same envelopment with her mouth, sinking downwards until his thick, veined shaft disappears between her dark, painted lips. Two or more inches of the base of his shaft remains unconsumed, until she forces herself lower, no doubt pushing the cock head deep into her throat.
You groan with the dual excitement of being filled from behind and seeing this lusty lady stare into your eyes as she holds herself still for a moment, showing off her party trick.
I throb deep inside you, a familiar feeling that you know from experience is the prelude to my eruption. You hear my heavy gasping, another well-known indicator that I'm poised on the edge. Your heart soars to know I'm so uncontrollably excited to see you reveling in this feast of sexual indulgence.
Drawing off the cock in her mouth, the goth girl fills her lungs with air. Smirking at you, knowing she has your attention above all others, she laps at a large seep of precum welling up from the eye of her man's cock. "Hurry up," she says to you, proud of her finely honed oral skills and her partner's reaction, "or he'll spunk in my mouth!" Cheekily, she blows you a kiss, her fingertip massaging the seepage into his cockhead, dancing on the sensitive underside to taunt her lover, deliberately risking his ejaculation. She presents her tongue as a backdrop to the little tableau as if expecting it to catch his spurts at any moment.
"Fuck!" You grunt, transfixed by this vixen's display. "Just cum in me, quick!" You snarl loudly for me to hear. Raising your voice to ensure you're heard over the murmur of sighs, gasps, and moans of the audience's pleasures, you throw out the rudest dirty talk, words you know can't be ignored. "Spunk in my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard! Feed your cumslut!"
I immediately comply.
Your eyes start to roll as the hot creamy gift you crave rushes up my shaft, making it twitch violently. You fight to stay staring into the goth girl's eyes as she drinks in the lewd sight of you taking a load deep, the first of many to come. She breaks from edging the cock in her mouth and grinds on her man's face, seeking more stimulation as her focus is stolen watching you getting your fuck-hole filled up. You dearly wish to orgasm yourself in empathy with me, but you've resolved to claim this minx's partner's load.
The instant you feel my jets waning, you crawl forward, unsleeving my bucking shaft so my last ebbing spurts fall on the mat. I grab my shaft in an attempt to complete my own orgasm myself as you scramble up the extended legs of the prone man before you, pushing the goth girl upright.
She points his cock vertically for you as you position yourself, and without ceremony, you slide your labia over his cock head and drop down with a squelch. Facing the girl, you grab her hair and pull her into a passionate kiss. You feel her body quivering as her man grunts his excitement into her.
You pull your lips off hers and stare into her eyes, seeing that her raging arousal mirrors your own. "Tell him to fucking cum in me!" you hiss urgently. It's a direct order, not a request.
She nods, subservient, her own body damp through being pressed against your cum-soaked skin.
"Babe," she forces out, between gasps, "that's Jess' fucking you... she just wants your sperm. My sperm... oohh... do it..."
Hearing her words triggers your own orgasm, held back from me so you could make it to this coupling. You grunt and shudder, clamping your mouth on the goth lady as she rides the face of the man who, without further encouragement, starts to explode inside you. You grunt into her own gasps as you feel the rush of sperm, rightfully hers, pump into you. She grabs your breasts hard, gripping them as she is overcome, knowing you're cumming on her man's spurting cock.
