Two Hundred Eyes (Exhibitionism Multiple Partner Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 6) Read Online Free
turned her around and she willingly bent over, offering up her hole, a little afraid he’d plunge straight in like the other man had.
He was a gentleman, though; he went slowly, first pushing the head in gently, pushing in and out, little by little, the sensitive nerves in Klea’s ass tingling and lighting up with pleasure as he went deeper and deeper, until he stopped. Still wanting more, she pushed back against him, only to feel her ass cheeks against his hips, his entire shaft buried in his ass. She moaned.
“She wants more,” he said to the audience, and pulled his cock out, then plunged it back in.
“Oh god,” said Klea, upside down again, both hands on the floor, legs wide.
“You like it in the ass,” he said.
“I love it in the ass,” she said. “Harder.”
He grasped her by the hips and plunged in and out again and again, his cock feeling as though it filled every space inside her. She reached one hand up to her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, feeling the intensity and the pressure build. She looked over at the audience where all the men were masturbating furiously, fists closed hard around their shafts, pounding up and down, all eyes on her, and with that, she began to orgasm again.
“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Fuck me and don’t stop.” She could feel her sphincter spasm as she orgasmed, together in time with her pussy and she pushed herself back onto his cock frantically as she did, trying to get every millimeter of him inside her as she came, feeling him harden even more and then gush into her, his hands like iron on her hips, locking her onto him. They stayed that way until they each finished, and then he pulled out and left the stage unceremoniously, cum dribbling out of her ass and down her leg.
When the man in the blue mask left her there, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. No one else came forward to grab her. Was she done now, just like that? Then she saw something move, and realized: the man in the black mask was still sitting in the chair, center stage. He’d been perfectly still this entire time, and only now had begun to stroke his long, hard member, watching her, only his eyes and hand giving any sign that he was alive.
The audience, sticky and surely tired by now, still somehow had the energy to shout at her.
“One last fuck!” someone shouted from the back, and though at least half of them looked spent, there were still a number of dicks out, a number of hands stroking them off.
“One last fuck!” someone else echoed him, a stocky, bald man seated near the center, his tunic still hiked over his now-flaccid cock
The rest of the crowd took up the chant. “One last fuck!” they shouted disparately, then together. “One last fuck!”
Klea looked over at the man in the chair. He still hadn’t moved besides his hand, stroking up and down, up and down. His fingers barely met around the thing, and he just stared at her without saying anything, almost as if daring her to come over there and just try it.
Klea walked over. The crowd cheered. “Show us your pussy again!” someone shouted, so she stood in front of the man, put her hands on his knees, and bent over, spreading her lips open with one hand, making sure the audience got a full view. The last man’s cum still dripped down from her asshole, over her pussy and onto the stone floor where it glistened in the torchlight. She rotated her hips around, showing off to everyone in the crowd, listening to the grunts and moans, soaking in the pleasure of being watched. She pulled her head up and looked the man in the eye, the only part of his face she could really see.
He stopped stroking his cock and placed both his hands on his thighs as if waiting.
Klea turned around, facing the audience again, and straddled the black-masked man, her pussy poised above his cock. He didn’t move, but as the men in the crowd watched, she caressed herself, cupping her breasts in both hands, caressing her stomach, bending over
He was a gentleman, though; he went slowly, first pushing the head in gently, pushing in and out, little by little, the sensitive nerves in Klea’s ass tingling and lighting up with pleasure as he went deeper and deeper, until he stopped. Still wanting more, she pushed back against him, only to feel her ass cheeks against his hips, his entire shaft buried in his ass. She moaned.
“She wants more,” he said to the audience, and pulled his cock out, then plunged it back in.
“Oh god,” said Klea, upside down again, both hands on the floor, legs wide.
“You like it in the ass,” he said.
“I love it in the ass,” she said. “Harder.”
He grasped her by the hips and plunged in and out again and again, his cock feeling as though it filled every space inside her. She reached one hand up to her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, feeling the intensity and the pressure build. She looked over at the audience where all the men were masturbating furiously, fists closed hard around their shafts, pounding up and down, all eyes on her, and with that, she began to orgasm again.
“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Fuck me and don’t stop.” She could feel her sphincter spasm as she orgasmed, together in time with her pussy and she pushed herself back onto his cock frantically as she did, trying to get every millimeter of him inside her as she came, feeling him harden even more and then gush into her, his hands like iron on her hips, locking her onto him. They stayed that way until they each finished, and then he pulled out and left the stage unceremoniously, cum dribbling out of her ass and down her leg.
When the man in the blue mask left her there, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. No one else came forward to grab her. Was she done now, just like that? Then she saw something move, and realized: the man in the black mask was still sitting in the chair, center stage. He’d been perfectly still this entire time, and only now had begun to stroke his long, hard member, watching her, only his eyes and hand giving any sign that he was alive.
The audience, sticky and surely tired by now, still somehow had the energy to shout at her.
“One last fuck!” someone shouted from the back, and though at least half of them looked spent, there were still a number of dicks out, a number of hands stroking them off.
“One last fuck!” someone else echoed him, a stocky, bald man seated near the center, his tunic still hiked over his now-flaccid cock
The rest of the crowd took up the chant. “One last fuck!” they shouted disparately, then together. “One last fuck!”
Klea looked over at the man in the chair. He still hadn’t moved besides his hand, stroking up and down, up and down. His fingers barely met around the thing, and he just stared at her without saying anything, almost as if daring her to come over there and just try it.
Klea walked over. The crowd cheered. “Show us your pussy again!” someone shouted, so she stood in front of the man, put her hands on his knees, and bent over, spreading her lips open with one hand, making sure the audience got a full view. The last man’s cum still dripped down from her asshole, over her pussy and onto the stone floor where it glistened in the torchlight. She rotated her hips around, showing off to everyone in the crowd, listening to the grunts and moans, soaking in the pleasure of being watched. She pulled her head up and looked the man in the eye, the only part of his face she could really see.
He stopped stroking his cock and placed both his hands on his thighs as if waiting.
Klea turned around, facing the audience again, and straddled the black-masked man, her pussy poised above his cock. He didn’t move, but as the men in the crowd watched, she caressed herself, cupping her breasts in both hands, caressing her stomach, bending over
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