Tease
I came out into the room, and the guys were already standing around, talking and getting some food and rinks. I always felt so comfortable, in a room with this many guys, because they all knew they could not touch me, under any circumstances, and I was walking around in a very alluring, almost saran-wrap tight mini dress. It was so much fun to tease them. I looked around for Jeremy, who I knew as Jackal online before I met him. He was the one who got the place set up. I found him online, and he got me in touch with some of his friends, who shared an interest in bukkake.
A very kinky party of sorts. I had always wanted to try it, and he made it possible, several months before, and then, every month after that. He was the son of the owner of the club I was in. His father would probably bash his head in if he knew what he was doing exactly, but he was still having the time of his life. He loved hosting parties, and loved being thanked, which he was a lot. I did not see him anywhere, so I moved over to the table, and started dancing, stroking my body, just getting their attention. They dimmed the lights, and started the strobes, turning up the music, and I watched as some of the guys started to get undressed. Most of them were people Jackal knew from the net, locally, and their friends. There were twenty or so guys now. Hell, I hadn’t bothered to count them. I was always having too much fun to count.
I finally saw Jackal come in, bringing another fella with him, who looked like a scared fawn. I could not help but laugh, turning around and shaking my ass for the crowd, so no one could see I was laughing. Jackal did that before. A few of the guys that were here that night were like that at first. Jeremy brought them in and they liked it. Some even donated money to his ‘cause’. Though he never asked for it. As I danced, I turned around again, and Jackal led his friend over to the ‘stage’, which was really only a low, large circular coffee table with supports under it. I got out of my dress after a while, wearing only a silk g-string and bra, and gazed at the new guy longingly. I knew how to tease. It was the only way to get what I wanted. He seemed so nervous, but, as I started to get into it, I laid down, and started to slide my hand down my g-string, while he watched. It felt so wonderful! My body was always on fire the entire time I did this. So much power, and so many people getting worked up just over me. I smiled, as I watched him take his clothes off, finally. He was the last one to do so.
I peeled off my little, almost pointless g-string, and then started to rub myself, and press my fingers in between my glistening folds, watching through half closed eyes as the guys who were gathering around me. The most excitable ones first, began to stroke their masculinity. So many different sizes, shapes, and types. I was in utter heaven. I felt myself already slipping toward that warm, wonderful release that I longed for so badly! I slammed my fingers in and out, watching Jackal’s new friend, and him alone for now. I wanted to make this one feel welcome. He was built nicely, though a little on the thin side. Too much Internet, I suppose, though he would get a bit of an upper body workout tonight. I watched him intently, as he began to do just what I needed him to. Just what my mind screamed for him to do. His fingers curled around his thick shaft, and he began to stroke. He didn’t seem to mind the other guys anymore. At least, not enough to keep him from enjoying the show I was giving. I decided to let him feel he was getting more personal attention, and scooted down the table practically under where he was standing, and started to pump my long, strong fingers in and out of my red-framed snatch.
Being a red-head definitely set me apart from the crowd of mostly dark-haired men, always making me feel even more of the center, which was where I loved to be. I cried out, my body heating up exponentially, as I felt a splash of heat over my breasts, and then through my hair and over my shoulder. The guy over me near the head of the table had been a bit more pent up than the new boy Jackal brought, and the feel of that hot fluid coating my skin where it hit sent me over the edge. I cried out, and then Jackal’s friend arched his back a little, and I thought he was actually going to fall over, but his thick seed splashed over my inner thighs, and my tummy, as he thrust his hips forward hard, his hand jerking hard at his thick member, as he gave me every drop he had. I writhed, and crooned even louder, wanting more, and more I got.
As my new party favor moved to sit on a chair, the others guys crowded in, as I worked off my first climax, into another, and could not hold back my cries of excitement, pleasure and utter demands for more! I got plenty more, as I enjoyed a nearly half-hour torrent of almost constant ejaculation from the assembled males, some more than once. Finally, as the last one stumbled off to rest, Jackal came up to the table, moving his hand rapidly over his rock hard cock. I got on my knees. Every time, I took him special. We had been an item for months now, and the other guys knew it by this privilege. I watched him as he jerked fast and hard, knowing he’d been rather sporadically pleasuring himself this entire time, and was ore than ready.
I watched his face, and when I see him grit his teeth, I knew. He shouted a warning that I didn’t need, since I was already ready, and I climaxed, just before he shot his salty, thick seed into my open mouth. Two or three good jets, before I swallowed, taking the rest on my cheek and neck and chest. I then fell back, and just, writhed on the slippery table, as my heart beat rapidly. I would never tire of this. Especially if Jeremy was so kind as to make sure that we always had new guys to shock and tease!
