Chapter 9
I marched down the halls with new confidence, strutting like a peacock showing off his colourful plumage, my chest expanded, my hips knocking my still firm dick from side to side. The towel rubbing across my swaying pole was pleasurably stimulating. Several women took smiling notice and this also helped to keep it hard.
I poked my head into each room as I passed, found the orgy room with its single red bulb casting an eerie glow over the bouncing bodies beneath it. I stumbled upon a room reserved for the leather crowd, and another that looked like a toy store with very special toys. But there was no sign of Camille or Linda.
Light flicered into the hallway in front of me and the pleasing sounds of sexual joy floated overhead to mix with the loud and beating music. I peered through the open door of the video room, where several large screen televisions were showing different movies. The couples on the floor were as active as the couples on the screens, their sighs and moans out of sync with the bodies bumping in the movies. I looked from set to set, from one stuffed pussy to the next, then scanned the humping crowd for Linda.
I found her stretched out on the floor, a man's face buried in her bush, her hands massaging the back of his head as he feverishly ate out her cunt. It was more than I could tolerate, jealousy turning to anger. My hands clenched at my sides and I stomped into the room.
Halfway to Linda's invaded body, Camille stepped into my patch. Muscular David stood right behind her. Her hands flattened and pushed against my chest, blocking me from going any further.
"Back off, Todd," Camille said. "Come into the hall. We need to talk."
I reluctantly turned and left the room, David's powerful size the only threat holding me back. I silently fumed, did not like the idea of another man chomping on my wife's pussy. The sight had deflated my erection and even Camille's nudity couldn't revive it.
"Let her be. I'm sure you've been off enjoying yourself and Linda has the same right. If you can't handle it, don't watch."
"That's my wife!"
"And she's having one hell of a good time! Spoil it and she'll never forgive you. And you can't convince me you haven't been playing around yourself. Don't set a double standard; that isn't fair."
"Well ... but--" I hesitated. She was right, of course. I still had a hard time making myself believe this was nothing more than casual sex, an emotionally detached satisfaction of carnal needs.
"Go back to the lounge and work out your anger. We'll meet you there as soon as Linda is ready. Behave yourself, okay?"
Camille laughed her way back into the video room. David winked at me before following her. Apparently, Camille meant business.
I wandered around until I found the lounge, my anger dissipating the more I thought about my unfair behavior. By the time I sat myself down, I was pretty well calmed, my mind accepting the idea of Linda's pleasure at another man's hand, or mouth, or even his cock. I felt in control again and went up to the bar for a Coke.
A few moments later, the three walked in to join me.
"Everything okay?" Camille asked.
"Fine. Sorry about that. It won't happen again."
"What won't happen again?" Linda asked.
"Nothing, honey. Camille and I just had a slight misunderstanding. Did you have a good time?"
"Nice. Very nice."
"You two can talk this over at home," Camille interrupted. "Right now, let's dive into the evening's first real fantasy. I think you'll like it."
She stood and we followed. She took us to a closed door. "Men inside. We ladies will see you in a minute." She opened the door and shoved both David and I through it.
Several men were already inside. I got a little nervous when I saw the men in shackles. I immediately thought Camille had cast me into a painful nightmare. One guy seemed to be in charge and he quickly came over to us.
"Come with me, gentlemen," he said, "and we'll get you ready for the auction."
"Auction?" I questioned suspiciously.
"The Roman slave auction. I presume that's why you're here."
"I guess."
We seemed to be behind a stage, a curtain forming one wall above a raised platform. Our host helped both David and I into what looked like a wooden yoke, the hinged pieces closing around our necks and our upraised wrists. We were locked into it, our hands held captive. The others were similarly trussed, some in chains, some in ropes. They were all lined up in a single row, face to back.
"Oh! Wait!" our host shouted. He went from man to man, stripped away the towel, and fastened a Roman-looking skirt around each waist. "There! Now we're ready."
He gave us some final instructions, told us where to stand and some of what was going to happen. Then he marched us onto the stage and doused the lights. We stood in total darkness, muffled voices reaching us through the curtain. Then all fell silent. The curtain parted and bright lights splashed on our semi-nude bodies. The room erupted in thunderous applause.
After my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I saw that the audience was comprised of women in togas, some long, some short, all crossing their chests to expose one breast. David stood next to me and I snickered at the thought of his becoming a slave to a woman's desires. The thought pleased me tremendously.
The auction began. Our host paraded up and down in front of us, hawking our virtues, pointing out our strengths. He didn't have to say much about David, his body speaking quite well for itself. And he didn't spend much time with me either, the crowd's reaction very pleasing to my ear. I was holding my own, seemed to fare rather well against the competition.
I spotted Linda in the crowd and she looked everywhere but in my direction. I had assumed that she would "buy" me, but now doubted that she would.
There were to be three rounds of bidding, but I knew no more than that. The first was underway. The women placed their bids electronically, the amount appearing above our heads. I couldn't see how I was doing, nor who had placed the highest bid.
A few minutes later, it was time for round two. Our host began at one end of the line and removed our skirts, exposing our cocks to ogling eyes. I would have been mortified had it not been for my earlier encounters. I smiled broadly as the women feasted on my manhood, my dick displayed without the slightest embarrassment.
I couldn't help looking at David. I had to know if his cock's mass equaled the rest of his body. It did. It was rather ironic that David appeared to be my stiffest competition, my dick was at least equal to everyone else's.
The women went nuts, the bids coming in at a furious pace. Linda was bidding, I could tell that much, but I didn't know on whom or how much. Her eyes were locked on David's muscular frame and I began to worry. That's what prompted me to perform. I suddenly seemed totally devoid of inhibition as I swayed my hips to rock my length between my thighs, my balls bouncing from side to side. Amazingly, I didn't get an erection. Instead, I experienced only a slight and welcome swelling that I thought might give me an advantage of David's impressive bulk.
The room slowly settled and it was time for round three. Standing there in my all-together, I couldn't imagine what more could be done. But more was in store, and I should have guessed.
The women slipped out of their togas, flashed tits and pussies at the stage. Cocks were instantly on the rise. There were plenty of ladies willing to come up on stage and help those who seemed reluctant to show their boners to the hungry crowd. I found it curious that David, too, had stiffened. I didn't think a gay man would be turned on by the sight of naked women. Surprise!
Linda kept watching David. I inched closer to him, trying to steal her focus. But with all the naked flesh jostling around in front of us, my eyes wandered from tiny, perky breasts, to huge, hanging monsters. If Linda didn't buy me, I wondered who would. I found myself attracted to several of the ladies, but there were a few I could easily pass by. However, it was not up to me; my body was cast into the hands of fate.
A warning bell sounded and the final bids came rushing in. Each of us was brought forward in turn to be sold to some lucky lady. Of course, all eyes went to the man on the block, a spotlight hitting him to brightly illuminate his throbbing hard-on.
When it came my turn, a rushing thrill consumed my brain. Standing before the crowd, my dick hard and thumping, my flesh filling the spotlight, excitement swamped my body. I loved it! This was the greatest turn-on I had ever experienced. I wanted to show them everything I had. Circling my hips to gyrate my cock and swing my balls, I rocked from foot to foot to keep my genitals always in motions.
I spied Camille in the audience and she was laughing and pointing. I didn't see anything funny about it! Then I realized that only a few days earlier I would have rather died than done this. I laughed along with her, worked my hips even harder, obscenely pumped the air with my proud and pounding prick.
Suddenly, I was led off the stage and given to this busty redhead. Linda hadn't brought me. I was shocked! I stood next to the redhead and turned towards the stage, needing to see who had captivated Linda's attention.
"I'm Carol," the redhead whispered in my ear.
"Todd," I answered absently, my attention concentrated on my wife.
David was center stage and Linda stared at his upright cock. She was punching numbers into her hand-held bidding device and ignoring me totally. Her bid was successful; David was hers.
With the last man purchased, the orgy began. There were more women than men, but everyone seemed willing to share. Carol, however, kept me to herself and led me away from the others. She immediately started giving me orders, leaving me locked in my yoke. She told me to lick her pussy. Then she wanted me to suck on her tits. I stood up and sucked on her tits. She couldn't seem to make up her mind. I felt like a yo-yo spinning up and down from her tits to her pussy and back again.
I couldn't find Linda in the crowd and finally gave up searching. It was probably best that I didn't see what she was doing, thought I found it hard to imagine that she was doing anything with David.
Carol laid me down on the carpeted floor. Opening my legs, she crawled up to my stiffened manhood. With one hand on my cock and the other wrapped around my nuts, my thoughts turned to pleasure, overriding the curiosity of what Linda might be doing.
Carol toyed with me in loving strokes until my cockhole gave up its clear, lubricating fluids. Her finger spread my juice around my cockhead, sent sensitive stimulation up to meet my growing desire. My eyes closed in rapture, my mouth open to express my gratitude in breathy sighs.
I didn't have to look when her hands left my drooling dick. I was sure she was preparing herself to climb atop my crotch. And my throbbing cock was just as sure. It bounced and bobbed, quite on its own, anticipated its burial inside a new piece of ass. I didn't try to look, the yoke pressed against my chin to make the raising of my head uncomfortable.
She straddled me, my hands unable to help her. Heat scorched my groin as Carol lined herself up, lowered closer and closer to my drooling meat. My balls drifted in a rolling sea of mounting lust, my legs trembling as Carol's bright red box reached out to kiss my groin.
I suddenly wanted to watch, to know exactly what was happening. My head raised up to stare at her open pussy. Her hands were parting her bush to wrap her labia around my stretched out dick, my cockhead leaking onto my stomach. Her crotch pressed into mine, my girth slipping into a hot and steamy valley. She slid her wet gash along my pole, masturbated me with her gripping cunt. My head dropped back and rolled from side to side.
Raising her cunt away from my heating flesh, her hand gripped my shaft, squeezed around the slippery girth of my aching cock. She forced even more fluids out of my already dripping cockhole. The initial touch of her foreign flesh, of my glistening head on hairy lips, sent a shiver up my spine. Before I could recover from the marvelous stimulation of just touching her box and totally enjoying the fantastic feel of unknown pussy, my head foraged into her hole. I was swallowed into her darkness.
Her hand left my raging erection to find its own way up her lowering channel. Her pussy gobbled down my cock in little bites, chewing my flesh a bit at a time. I wanted to forcefully plant my stake fully into her flesh, but resisted temptation, let Carol take me her way. After all, I was supposed to be her slave, and Camille had taught me that slaves are never in charge.
As soon as her pussy had me totally within its grasp, her wonderful lips nibbling on my curly hairs, my head pressed delightfully against her cervix. Then she pulled ehrself up and began her ride to release. Her cunt felt strangely alien, not at all like Linda's familiar warmth.
It took a few strokes before I got my bearings and became accustomed to her velvet interior. My knees raised to plant my feet firmly on the floor, to strengthen the jabs from my driving hips.
It wasn't until I felt the rush of cum into my cock, that my hips really began to plunge inside her. I clenched my butt and jerked my meat powerfully upwards, sent it banging into her warm and moist interior. Our force was evenly matched, our search for climax on the same level, our moves very much in sync.
My balls cinched up beneath her butt as she skewered hot pussy deeply onto my shaft. Between my legs and the cock ring, the pressure on my balls was tremendous. And her ass slapping against them each time she reached into my crotch shot fire through my hips and up to my stomach. The flames abated as she rode my length, as her ass lifted off my groin, raising her gripping lips along my swollen erection. But then her ass plunged back against my nuts, sent them scrambling to the outer reaches of my sac in searing panic.
I could stand it no longer. "Carol. Please. You're killing my nuts!" I cried.
"Take it, slave," she said in a husky voice. "You're mine to fuck as I please."
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth, "but if you want my cum, you'd better ease up on my nuts."
She took the hint, her knees sliding up my sides to remove the pressure of her bouncing bottom on my aching balls, to change the angle of my driving dick. Relief pulled a heavy sigh from my throat. My nuts relaxed and released more cum into my cock.
She placed her hands on my furry chest, her palms rocking and forth with the rising and falling of her swamping cunt. My cum made its way from the base of my rock-hard cock to the center of my expanded girth. It sat in readiness, held itself in check to receive more glorious attention before spilling into her welcoming cunt hole.
With Carol pulled forward to leave my balls in one piece, I couldn't penetrate her as deeply as I had before. But that didn't seem to make a difference. Not quite believing how quickly I was climbing to a second orgasm, I chalked it up to the experience of claiming a new cunt. My cum inched its way up my raging dick, the heat increasing with the steady rise of thick and excited cream. I knew I'd let it fly as soon as it reached the crest of my cock, all control lost once my head got a taste of my cum. And that wasn't far away.
Carol was riding me well, knew just how to treat a needy cock. It was hard to believe that I was getting off on a stranger's cunt with my wife in the very same room. I quickly pushed the thought aside and drank deeply from the heavenly waters of lust, became drunk with the ecstasy of casual sex. Thought I'd hardly classify Carol's delicious actions as "casual".
I languished beneath her, my body giving in to her sublime stimulation. I was close, very close, and the power of impending climax stole my stamina. I could no longer muster the energy to meet her demands. She was on her own and doing splendidly.
I felt the telling tingle in the pit of my stomach that signals approaching ejaculation. My body responded with a shudder that shook my shoulder, a couple of more strides of her pussy up and down my flaming erection and I'd spit inside her, fill up her cunt with my pumping semen.
Carol gripped my pecs, my nipples clenched within her fists. She held on and increased the fury of her thrust, drove her pussy as far down my shaft as possible before pulling back to plunge again. Her clasping walls brought cum to my head. Now release lay only moments away. A few more swamping strides on my full, hot tube would do the trick.
I exploded inside her, sprayed the back of her box with milky cum. My climax erupted in thick blasts like exploding dynamite, one stick after the other, each with an equal force. Carol squealed above me as I grunted beneath her, our pleasure loud and boisterous.
Carol pushed off my crotch, slid down between my legs, her mouth kissing across my stomach. She attached her lips to my rock-hard dick and licked away our trickling juices, my muscle wobbling in sensitive ecstasy. I thought I'd die when she lowered onto my balls, took one of my nuts inside her mouth and sucked on my scrotum. The pleasure was almost more than a spent man could be expected to tolerate. She rolled my orb around, her tongue soothingly cool against my burning skin. She let it pop out of her mouth and then took the other, bathing it just as tenderly as the first. Then she left my sac alone.
Her hands slipped beneath my legs, pressed firmly on the back of my thighs. She raised my crotch into the air, her knees slipping beneath my back, my legs spread to open my hairy crack. My balls slopped forward and my asshole puckered in front of her. Her mouth kissed along my crevice and stopped atop my hole. Her tongue reached out to poke inside me, her lips sucking on my flesh.
My dick went crazy, throbbed and raised away from my stomach on each penetrating probe of her darting tongue. God, I loved having my ass sucked! She could fuck my butt with her hot tongue all night long and I'd never complain. Sucking, fucking, rimming or reaming, my ass could never get enough of tongue. My eyes closed in drifting rapture, my entire body turning to mush beneath her stroking attention. I was in anal heaven!
All too quickly she left my ass and lowered my legs to the floor. She sat between them, staring at my crotch, at my still full and pounding erection. "Climb back on and my dick will stroke you to climax," I said as seductively as I could.
"No way, honey. I only cum for my husband. I got what I paid for," she said, patting my prick. "Now it's someone else's turn."
She stood up and announced to the crowd that I was available. Women swooped down on top of me like hungry vultures. I don't think there was one open spot on my flesh, not one millimeter of skin that wasn't touched by hands, or mouths, or tongues, or tits, or the other wonderful parts of the female anatomy. I couldn't sort it all out, just laid there and let them consume my body, my flesh sumptuously stimulated, my poor dick pawed and slapped around. My body was poked and prodded, lifted and shifted.
"Everybody off!" someone shouted. As quickly as I had been covered, I lay abandoned. I raised my head to find Linda towering over me. Fire blazed in her eyes.
"What's wrong, dear?" I asked innocently. It was nice to see her jealous.
Camille stepped up next to her, grabbed her by the arm. "No, no," she said, waving a finger. "Mustn't get upset. We're here to enjoy ourselves, not to get angry."
Camille leaned over and helped me to my feet. "Kiss and make up. Then let's get back to the orgy!"
Linda leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Sorry. Guess I shouldn't watch."
"I know what you mean," I agreed. "Can I get out of this thing now? I think my arms are going to sleep."
"Only if you're ready to leave," Camille informed us. "Once a slave is set free, he's out of the orgy."
"I think I've had enough," I sated. "At least for now. How about you?" I asked Linda. "Yeah. For now."
"Well, not me!" Camille said. "You two meet me in the lounge in about half an hour. I've got a lot more slaves to train!"
Linda set me free and we said good-by to the Roman orgy. I was dying to ask her how it went with David, but decided against it. I wasn't all that sure that I could handle it if she'd had a better time with him than she ever had with me. I wasn't willing to take the risk. And she didn't ask about Carol or the crowd she'd just chased away.