Two Hundred Eyes (Exhibitionism Multiple Partner Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 6) Read Online Free Page A

toward them and putting one hand in her pussy, still wet from before and still pulsing in anticipation. She straightened up and sucked those fingers, tasting her own salty juices and the potent taste of the last man she’d fucked. Slowly, she sank over the cock below her until the head just parted her lips, and then she pulled back, watching the crowd. Two hundred pairs of eyes drank in her every move, most with their cocks in their hands. Even the ones who’d already finished and gone soft were playing with themselves, watching her.
    She sank over the cock again, teasing the head one more time with her pussy, and then in one smooth move, she sat down onto his lap, engulfing the whole cock in one stroke. The animal noises in the audience got louder and she could feel the desire coming off of them almost in waves. The final man’s cock was exquisite. Her pussy felt like it was glowing, and she slid herself up and down on it slowly, savoring every moment, every inch of it as it came in and out, filling her and pressing the pleasure buttons deep inside.
    The man’s hands were on her hips, squeezing gently, not hard enough to bruise her but insistent. The men of the audience watched her, every one with eyes full of lust, tugging at their own cocks. Klea reached up to touch her breasts, arching her back to show herself of, pinching and rolling her nipples, pushing them together, all so they could see. The heat in her pussy grew and grew as she rode the cock harder and harder, faster, moaning out loud. Something for the audience to hear.
    Finally her orgasm burst over her, the intense glow reaching out, rendering her breathless for a moment, unable to do anything but rock her hips back and forth, cock buried in her cunt, wait for the force of the orgasm to release her. Breathless, when it was over she felt him come, his strong hands holding her down against him, his cock spasming in her cunt.
    Finally exhausted, she leaned back against his broad chest. The man in the black bird mask still hadn’t said a word to her, but still had her hips in her hands and his now-softening cock in her cunt. She watched the audience, satisfied, get up and leave, disappearing into the night beyond the torches.
    Klea stood, at least, the final man’s cum slinking down her leg as she did. She thought of her tunic: sliced open, ruined, absolutely nothing done about the birds. Ferocious, bronze-taloned man-eaters, yes. She felt chewed up and swallowed, but in a good way. At the edge of the stage she saw the masked men huddled together, talking.
    “Listen,” she said. “I was supposed to come get rid of you.”
    The man in the red mask cocked his head to one side in a very bird-like movement.
    “I realize I don’t have any bargaining power right now,” she said. “But do you think you could move on for a while?”
    “We’ve built quite the following,” the red-masked man said. “As you saw.”
    Klea crossed her arms in front of her torso, still naked. Someone’s semen was making its way past her knee. “You just got a great show,” she said. “Just for a while, to get the king off my ass about it.”
    “I thought you liked things on your ass,” said the man in the blue mask, a smile playing at his lips.
    Klea rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. The masked men looked at each other.
    “All right,” said the one in red. “Just for a while,” though.
    “That’s all I’m asking,” Klea said.

    She washed herself off in the lake and got a few hours of sleep back at the house she’d been staying in, where no one asked her any questions. The next morning, she calmly told them that the birds were taken care of, ate breakfast with the family, and set off for the king’s palace, nodding off sometimes in the saddle. When she got there it was only mid-afternoon, but she went straight to her room anyway, still needing sleep.
    When she opened the door, the king was sitting there, by a roaring fire, all alone in his full regalia. No