CHAPTER FIVE
I feel hands at my wrists and ankles untying me. I shake my limbs and realize how unsteady I am. I feel hands at my waist helping right me.
“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing,” he says to me as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let me see those beautiful tits of yours,” he says.
There’s something almost charming about this man.
I pull off my dress and he pulls my breasts out of my bra cups. His thumbs massage my nipples until they get hard. I find myself moaning unexpectedly and arching my back as he squeezes them. He licks one while his fingers focus on my clit, rubbing small circles.
“Hands behind your head, young lady,” he says. “Let daddy do all the work.”
Somebody brings a bench and places it under the table. I rest my feet on it, widening my stance so that I don’t lose my balance.
He alternates between licking and biting my nipples, while his fingers deftly maneuver themselves in and out of my cunt. His thumb presses down on my clit, alternating from soft to firm pressure. He’s the oldest of the three men, but he knows what he’s doing.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?” he asks.
I look at this man and the answer comes out of my mouth before I even know I’m saying it.
“Yes,” I say.
“How do you want to be fucked?” he asks.
“On my back,” I say.
He takes off his shirt and lays it on the table. He grabs my hands and moves them behind me, cradling my lower back as he softly lowers me onto the table. My bare skin hits his soft shirt, and I’m grateful for the small act of chivalry.
He grabs my legs and spreads them wide open.
“Play with yourself for me,” he commands.
His voice is low and deep.I catch his eye and move my hand between my legs as he instructed. With him, it’s easy to follow instructions. I want to please him.
“Good girl,” he says, as he undoes his pants and unleashes his cock.
I didn’t think this was possible, but he somehow has the biggest cock of all three men. I gulp.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take all of daddy’s cock?” he asks.
I nod.
“That’s what I thought,” he says. “I thought you were a good girl.”
A smile spreads across my face.
He teases me, sliding his cock up and down my pussy lips.
“Ask nicely,” he says.
“Please,” I say.
He continues teasing me for a few more seconds, and I whimper.
After a few torturous seconds, he slides in. He pauses for a second once he’s inside me, then grabs my ankles, holding my legs apart. I’m totally spread for him, at his mercy. I realize how vulnerable I am, and heat rushes to my core.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he says, as he begins to thrust into me, slowly at first and then faster. “And you’re so tight, baby girl,” he says. “Play with your tits for daddy.”
I touch my nipples, twisting them.
“Harder,” he says.
I pinch them harder and he grunts.
“I like it when you touch yourself for me. Do you like making daddy happy?” he asks.
I nod.
“Use your words, baby girl,” he says.
“Yes, daddy.”
I kind of like calling him daddy.
“Do you want to come for daddy, baby girl?” he asks.
I nod.
“I love when you come. It’s so fucking sexy,” he says.
He turns his head slightly. “Someone give her the vibrator.”
Somebody hands me the vibrator, and I hold it to my clit.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says.
He continues to thrust inside me, as I press the toy against my clit. Within seconds, I feel an orgasm growing.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he says. “I want you to come all over daddy’s cock.”
He thrusts inside me three more times, and I come.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he continues to thrust.
“Do you want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” he asks.
I nod and press the vibrator harder against my clit, even though my orgasm is still fading.
“Come again for daddy,” he says.
That tips me over the edge and I come again, just as he explodes into me. I feel his hot cum fill me and leak out onto the table.
He pulls out and lets go of my legs. I’m shaking, but I feel a soft glow inside me.
Somebody helps me up, and for the first time, I really look around and notice that there are at least 10 to 15 men all gathered around me. Embarrassment, arousal, and shock flood me all at once.
Someone hands me a hoodie, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Hunter. I put it on gratefully.
“Show’s over,” Hunter barks. “Everyone out.”
Immediately the men disperse. Within 30 seconds, it’s just Hunter, Ray, and I.
Hunter looks at Ray and nods, and Ray wordlessly disappears behind the bar.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
Then, I remember what Hunter said before about proving myself to him. I can’t help myself, I have to ask.
“So,” I ask, “Did I pass?”
For a second, Hunter looks confused.
“The audition,” I add, clarifying.
Hunter smiles. “With flying colors,” he says.
The End