Kim has just turned fourteen, and her parents have arranged a fairly kinky birthday party for her. Part 2/3.
The Gallery was almost full already. The atmosphere was electric, a pulsating, primal energy of shared desire and release. The sounds were a symphony of sex: the rhythmic slap of bodies, the choked cries and moans of women driven to the brink of ecstasy, the guttural grunts of men claiming their pleasure.
I passed a young asian girl who couldn’t be older than Kim, but she looked like a veteran here, her face a mask of pure lust as she took a cock. Another man was in line for her by her side, and she was stroking his cock with her free hand.
Further down, a group of five men was gathered around a single woman. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. They were all over her, hands roving, mouths kissing and biting, cocks filling every available hole. Her counter was spinning, ticking off orgasms every five seconds or so. Then she shuddered and hung limp in her harness; her light blinked red. The men cheered and prepared to release her, but as her current fucker was emptying into her, she shuddered again, coughed, and opened her glazed eyes. The light changed back to yellow. It wasn’t her time to end the fun, not yet!
I slowly strolled through the gallery, immersed in the symphony of moans, gasps, cries, screams, and sobs. The air was thick with the odor of sweaty bodies, musky juices, and cum. About half of the women were being used.
I saw a service team going from one free woman to another. Two young women, wearing only their collars and jewelry, were carrying a sort of portable vacuum cleaner. As I passed by, they stopped by a heavy breathing brunette with a puddle of cum below her butt. The girls first sucked off the cum from the seat, then removed her plugs and pressed the vacuum head to her holes, one by one. The woman breathed heavier and gave out a long moan when the water under pressure washed the cum out of her womb and rectum. Then they refreshed her lubrication, pushed back the plugs, tightened her straps, gave her water and moved forth.
The entire process appeared wonderfully mechanical and impersonal, akin to servicing a line of machines. Each woman, whether she was a mother, a wife, or a daughter, was simply a part of this human mechanism of pleasure. Each was meticulously cleaned and maintained.
***
I stopped by a free woman in her thirties. Her counters showed that she was here for the first thirty minutes of her three hours, and a modest count of five orgasms. Her body was plain and simple, no jewelry, no tattoos, no tan. I saw women like her in the Gallery before; they were timid housewives or unremarkable singles who dared to spice their lives a bit. Unlike the other women around her, she did not look joyful and eager with anticipation; rather, she looked upset and desperate. She was tense and biting her lips, and her face could be reddened not from her recent orgasm.
I approached her and placed my palms on her raised cool, soft soles.
“What’s wrong, dear?” I asked, toying with her toes. She curled them. “My name’s Jamie. Yours?”
“Nina.” She avoided eye contact. “Please… untie me. I made a mistake. I should not be here…”
Ha! I saw women like her before. They boldly entered the Gallery for the first time, just to discover that their guilt and shame were stronger than excitement.
I knew how to deal with them.
I slowly moved my hands down, gently massaging her ankles, calves, under-knee pits, inner sides of her thighs… She shuddered; her body was responding, her indicator blinked yellow. Regardless of what she thought, she was getting ready.
“Jamie… no… stop…”
She lowered her head. I leaned in to kiss her hair.
“You know the rules, Nina. There is no stop word; you stay here until your time runs up or you faint for good. But, well, why not get your pleasure while you are here? What’s wrong?”
She bit her lip and raised her eyes at me, trembling. “My boyfriend… I found out he’s cheating on me. So I decided to take my revenge on him, a-and, and…” She sobbed. “It’s too much for me. I’m not ready for this… I already had more men here than I had in my whole life…”
I pinched her sticking out nipples, one by one. My other hand found her hardened clit. She shuddered. “No, Jamie…”
I kissed her forehead. “Yes, Nina. Let’s make your boyfriend really jealous.”
Her indicator was steady yellow; she was already teetering on the edge of orgasm. I hesitated for a moment, picking her hole, then abruptly pulled out her butt plug.
“Aaahh! Aaaahhh!” She convulsed in a strong orgasm, her counter incremented. “Jaaamie!… Not… there… Please… I never before…”
I grinned and guided my cock to her reddened anus. She could be an anal virgin, but the plug has prepared her, so her sphincter made a little resistance to my slow thrust. I pushed all the way into her wonderfully tight rectum, feeling the warmth of her inner channel, her muscles clenched and spasmed around my dick, and she gasped and arched in her harness.
“Don’t fight it, Nina,” I whispered in her ear and started moving. “Enjoy.”
“No… yes… more… Oh god, yes! But… Jamie…” Her head was thrown back; she was completely lost in sensation, a slut for a day at least. I grabbed her hips and started to thrust. Hard.
Her facial expression was a masterpiece; she was obviously torn between her mind, which wanted to break free and run away screaming, and her body, which just wanted to stay and get more pleasure. That’s exactly how women are broken into sluts forever. And, at that very moment, I knew a way to make her an exhibitionist one as well.
“Look, Nina!” I told her in a firm voice. “Look at the men watching you!”
She opened her teary eyes. A group of six men stopped nearby, admiring us. Two of them were openly playing with their cocks while watching.
“They want you, Nina. They’re all going to fuck you,” I continued, slapping her buttocks. “Look at them. Show them how much you like it. Show them how you love having your ass fucked.”
She sobbed, her face flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. I could feel the change in her as my words sank in, as the reality of her situation – a helpless, restrained slut on public display – became undeniable. A fresh wave of wetness soaked her loin.
“Jamie… Jamie…” she cried out, another orgasm racking her body. Her counter incremented again.
I let the watching men wait for a few more minutes. I pumped my hips a few more times, my cock growing even harder as I thought of what they’d do to her. Her little ass was a thing of beauty. Her rectum clutched my cock like a fist, hot and slick with lube. I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her skin. Her gasps turned into whimpers, then into cries of pleasure. Her counter clicked again. And I could feel my own orgasm building, that familiar pressure deep in my balls, the tingling in the base of my spine.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, burying my face in her neck. “Cum for me, Nina. Cum like the slut you are.”
And with a strangled cry, she did. Her whole body went rigid, then she writhed and convulsed, a powerful orgasm tearing through her. Her cunt and ass contracted and pulsed, her vaginal juices squirted around her plug. And, with a moan, I filled her rectum with my cum.
“You are beautiful, Nina.” I kissed her and pulled off. “That’s what you were born for.” Then I turned to the spectators. “She’s yours, guys. Her name is Nina, and her boyfriend is cheating on her. Help her forget that jerk!”
I stepped away, and the nearest man immediately took my place. He pulled off her vaginal plug and thrust inside. I walked away, hearing Nina’s sharp, hoarse cries; they sounded like music to me. Her little problem was solved.
***
I passed several other busy seats, then found another free woman in her sixties. Some men despise old ladies, but I’m not one of such fools. Their hair could be gray, their skin wrinkled, their breasts sagging, but nobody else could match their experience. And when they came to the Gallery, they knew exactly what they wanted.
I approached. She was catching her breath after the previous man. Her sweaty skin was covered in tattoos, mostly pornographic ones. There were also the words “Slut” and “Millie”. I smiled at her.
“Millie, aren’t you? I’m Jamie.”
She looked at me, her smile a cynical curl of her lips. She had a short chain over her neck, pulling up her nipples piercing. “Welcome, Jamie! I do not remember you. Never visited the Salty Crossroads brothel?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Oh boy! You just don’t know what you’ve missed! Oh, those were the times… I spent weeks, months in a row naked and fucked…” She stretched as much as her straps allowed. “Come closer, cutie, and I’ll show you how it was done.”
I laughed and unzipped my pants. “You seem a professional.”
“The best in my youth,” she replied and moaned when I pulled off her plug and teased her vulva with the tip of my cock. “Oh, you are big.. and hard… just my size… Come on, stud, give this old slut what she needs…”
She had a surprisingly tight, firm body beneath the wrinkles. Her cunt, while certainly experienced, was still wonderfully snug, and it grasped me with practiced muscles as I entered her. She gasped, a genuine, unrestrained sound of pleasure. I held still for a moment, letting her feel me, letting her know that she wasn’t just a passive object. Then I began to move.
She was everything a professional could be. She met my thrusts with a roll of her hips, squeezing my dick with every push and relaxing as I retreated, making the friction both maddening and exquisite. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her eyes fixed on mine, a challenge and an invitation in their depths. “That’s it… deeper… you know how to use it… don’t you…?”
Her counter clicked. Another one. This woman was insatiable.
“I’m… an old… slut… Jamie…” she panted, her hips never ceasing their hypnotic rhythm. “I’ve had… thousands… of cocks… in my life… in every hole… dozens… at the same time… I was… the star… of the gang-bangs… oh God…”
Her eyes rolled up, leaving only whites, and she convulsed in my embrace. Her counter ticked again and again, marking a long, powerful orgasm. She held me, trembling. She had another small spasm. “Fuck me, Jamie… just like that… use my cunt…”
I picked up the pace, my movements becoming more forceful, more primal. The sounds of our bodies joining, the wet slap of my hips against her thighs, mingled with her moans and my own ragged breaths. The Gallery faded into a background hum, my entire world focused on this incredible woman, her scent, her heat, her tight, hungry cunt.
She knew how to push me. She whispered filthy things in my ear, her voice a husky, urgent growl. “Cum inside me, you stud… fill this old pussy with your hot seed… make this old whore yours… come on… give me all your cum… I’m your cum-dumpster now… your nasty, cum-filled grandma…”
And I did. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a roar, I buried myself as deep as I could and released a torrent of hot, thick cum into her waiting womb.
“Ah…” As if waiting for my cumshot, she tensed and shook in her harness, clutching her tied fists and curling her toes. “Oooohhh…” Her orgasm counter incremented, then incremented again.
I stood by her, my softening cock still in her tight, sucking pussy. We were both catching our breath.
“Oooh, Jamie, it was good…” Millie smiled at me. “Take my number,” she pointed with her eyes to the number tattooed on her shoulder. “It’s still actual. Come visit me someday; I’ll show you what I can do untied!”
I laughed and kissed her. “I will!”
I took my phone and photographed the number. Then I stepped back.
Almost immediately, a man in his fifties approached. He looked at her more closely.
“Millie? Ha! Millie! You old whore! Still in the business?” And he unzipped.
She laughed, too. “Dick! Come closer, old dickhead! I’m retired; now it’s my hobby!”
I took several steps and turned away. Dick was hugging Millie; they were kissing passionately like old lovers. Maybe they were. His hips were moving relentlessly, pounding her. The sounds of her moans and the rhythmic slap of their flesh were a familiar symphony in this place.
***
I made my way towards the main entrance, my footsteps padding on the polished floor. A glance at my phone confirmed it was a quarter before noon. Time. I leaned against the railing near the entry, the cool metal a pleasant shock to my heated skin, and waited. My heart began to beat a little faster, a familiar, excited thrum.
Less than five minutes later, they began to arrive. First, one, then a small group of five or six boys, then a dozen more, all around fourteen to fifteen, all with the same wide-eyed, nervous energy. They were dressed in their weekend best, collared shirts and clean jeans, clutching small birthday-wrapped gifts.
Behind them came a larger crowd, a chattering, jostling wave of other Kim’s classmates, mostly boys, but several girls as well. The girls, already on the verge of blossoming into young women, giggled behind their hands, their gazes darting around the Gallery, taking in the scenes of unabashed sex with a mixture of shock and fascination. The boys, for the most part, tried to act nonchalant, but their fidgeting hands and the blushes creeping up their necks told another story. And, of course, they were accompanied by their parents, with the same proportion of mostly men and few women.
“Welcome, friends!” I spread my arms. “I’m glad to see you here! Oh, I did not even realize how popular Kim is in her school! Have all of you dreamed of fucking her?”
The boys cheered.
“Haha, yeah!”
“Me too!”
“Kim’s the best!”
“I’m jerking off to her photos!”
Their parents laughed, too.
“Perfect!” I beckoned them closer. “It is going to change in a few minutes. No more jerking! You all will fuck her, for real, and from this day she’s becoming your school slut! Follow me!”
I led the parade towards seats 27 and 28. A murmur rippled through the crowd as we walked. “Wow,” one girl, Jessica, if I recalled correctly from her name tag, breathed. “Look at them…” Her eyes were fixed on Kim and Diana, who had just been washed up and refreshed, preparing them to receive new guests. They both were breathing hard, their orgasm counters already showing over a dozen orgasms.
My wife and daughter noticed the crowd, too. Diana laughed. “Oh Jamie, what a surprise! I suppose all the adults are for me today, aren’t they?”
Kim’s reaction was priceless. She widened her eyes and blushed heavily. “Oh no! Dad! You didn’t!..” She twitched in her harness, as if trying to become less exposed.
“I did, honey!” I patted her head. “Your little friends came to wish you a happy birthday personally.”
The boys were pushing each other, giggling.
“Who’s first?” one chubby kid, Timmy, shouted. “It’s her birthday; she must take everyone’s present!”
“Line up, boys, line up!” I commanded. “Place your presents by the window. Listen to me! As there are only two hours left, and there are about three dozen of you, don’t try to hold back and don’t try to hold out longer! Fuck fast, cum hard, and step back for the next! Fathers, the same applies to you! We want you all to fuck Kim and Diana at least once!”
They laughed, lining up. They sang “Happy birthday!” and tied balloons to Kim’s and Diana’s harnesses. They put flower necklaces, anklets, and bracelets on them. We opened sparkling wine and poured glasses for everyone (including all women strapped nearby), just a little – not to make them drunk, just to erase their last inhibitions. And the celebration began.
The first boy to approach Kim was Max, her classmate and her secret crush. Well, maybe not that secret. He was blushing and trembling no less than her, but his not-so-big cock was perfectly erect.
“K-Kim…” he stuttered. “M-may I…” He stepped closer and put his palms on Kim’s naked shoulders.
She was looking into his eyes without a blink.
“Max… Yes… Yes! Of course! Fuck me!”
And they kissed deeply. Everyone cheered. Then Max guided his trembling cock into Kim’s pussy. This was a perfect, tender little fuck, a boy’s and a girl’s exploration. He moved slowly, then faster; she writhed under him. In less than three minutes, he let out a strange cry and emptied his virgin balls into Kim’s welcoming, tight snatch. Her counter incremented, a soft pink blush spreading across her chest as her body shuddered. I filmed everything. Happy birthday!
Max stepped away, and Tom immediately took his place. He was a bold one. No shyness or tenderness here. He just aligned his cock and pushed. “Happy birthday, slut!” He slammed into her, fast and hard. She whimpered, then screamed. He grabbed the leather strap above her head and used it as leverage, fucking her with a fury. He came in less than a minute, but her counter still incremented while he was inside. He stepped back, grinning.
“Next!”
And so it went. One after another, a river of young, eager flesh. My daughter, my sweet fourteen-year-old girl, was fucked by her entire class. The boys took turns, their faces a mixture of awe, lust, and a little bit of awkwardness. Some came almost immediately, some lasted for several minutes, but everyone enjoyed the festivities.
The same thing was happening in the line to my wife. I saw Mr. Thompson, the math teacher, approach Diana; her smile was wide and welcoming. He always liked her; I always suspected him to be a secret admirer. I never realized he was that kind of secret! He leaned in to her ear and said something that made Diana gasp, and her indicator switched to a steady yellow. Then he proceeded to fuck her with an intensity that told of years of repressed longing. He moaned like an animal when he finally released into her. The counter incremented with a particularly long vibration.
I stepped back to the end of the lines, where several girls and women were lingering, not knowing what to do in this place, so obviously dominated by men.
“If I may suggest,” I smiled at them, “the last boys and men in the lines have quite a long time to wait for their turn. You could help them! The Gallery rules do not restrict sex to the strapped women only!”
They looked at me in surprise, then Mary, Kim’s classmate, bit her lip and began to undress. Not restricted by the harness, she could stand on her all fours, her ass pointing towards the last boys. Another girl followed. The line of waiting boys instantly doubled. Some fathers laughed, patted me on the shoulder, and invited their naked women to bend by the men’s line. Good, the party was getting bigger!
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