I lie on the bed, a thin vinyl covered mattress on a raised wooden box. The room is large, with wood panelled walls and dim lights scattered across the ceiling. A mirror hangs on one wall, and the entrance to the room is directly in front of me, a half door on the bottom, closed, with the upper part open to allow passersby to look in.
I am not alone. The bed is large, but I am the only one on it, so far. A row of men ring the bed, some wearing towels tight around their waists, others naked, towels over a shoulder, cocks in hand as they gaze at me with looks that range from intense to cool and passive.
I reach out and take my wand in my right hand. The men shift slightly, as a group, some leaning forward a bit, others swaying side to side. I spread my legs, knees bent out to the side, and with my left hand, reach between my legs to spread myself open.
I flick the switch to the wand, turn it on high, and slowly, very slowly rub it up and down my body, finally reaching my clit.
Holding the wand there, just below my clit, I close my eyes and feel the vibrations throb through me.
I moan. I gasp.
I shift the wand a bit higher, a bit lower, not directly in contact with my clit, just glancing the area as I shift my hips.
Two men climb onto the bed, one takes the wand from me and gently begins to rub it up and down me.
