Sooner than I would have liked, he growled, “Take it, bitch”.
He slammed against me with a few final strokes as he came. I moaned as he pulled out, giving me a smile that said, “Yeah, I did just screw you good.”
As he turned away, the guy rubbing his dick on my foot mumbled, “Oh, fuck,” and covered the top of my left foot with warm sticky cum. He wiped what was still trickling out of his cock onto the bottom of my toes, apparently trying to get as much as he could between them. Well, I thought, this was new. Guys have made themselves happy by coming on my face, my boobs, in my hair, and on my ass, so why not my feet? It felt weird, but I have to admit, it turned me on a little as well. I was used to guys getting excited by my boobs, or my ass, but it was kind of sexy to have another part of my body appreciated in that way.
“Dude, you should have waited for her beaver,” said the next guy who was planning to fuck me, as he took careful aim at my soft, wet hole.
The foot-aficionado shrugged, and said, “Pussy is easy to come by, but look at these beautiful feet.” He ran his hand up and down my taught calf, a contented smile on his face as his now-satisfied cock grew soft.
“To each his own, man,” the guy in front of me replied. He slid his cock in easily, and started to slowly fuck me. “She does have great legs, but her pussy feels like silk.”
I moaned as his slow, steady strokes just served to tease me, getting me excited and making me crave some hard, fast thrusts. He was in no hurry though, and kept up the slow almost sensual rhythm he’d stared out with.
He kept this up for what felt like a long time, long enough that it was all I could do to keep myself from begging him to cut loose and fuck me. If my arms hadn’t been tied behind my back, I wouldn’t have been able to resist grabbing his ass and pulling him into me hard. I started quietly whining. I thought it was low enough that he couldn’t hear it, but I was wrong.
“Yeah, you want it hard, don’t you, slut?” He said, with a small self-satisfied grin. “But I like it soft and slow. I like taking my time.”
The guy who was next in line heard him, and said exasperatedly, “Damn it, just plow the bitch, ok? My dick’s about to burst.”
“Yeah,” said one of the other guys waiting for his turn with me. “C’mon man, there’s a lot of us want a turn at her honeypot.”
Slow-fucker just flipped them off, although I thought maybe he sped up just a little. He wasn’t much affected by peer-pressure, or my frustrated whining, because it was a couple more minutes of him sliding in and out of my pussy at that same slow pace before he finally gave a quiet groan, and pressed into me as he came.
“Finally, dude,” exclaimed the guy who was next in line.
I don’t know if he was just enjoying the feeling, or being a jerk, but he stayed pressed into me long enough that the guy actually grabbed his shoulder, saying “What the fuck are you waiting for? Pull your dick out of her, you’re done.”
For a second, I thought things might get physical, and I was glad that Damon and another of his employees looked ready to step in and calm things down. But between one guy being in post-orgasm relaxed mode, and one guy being horny and anxious to stick his dick in me, things didn’t escalate. The first guy just pulled out and shuffled away, and the second guy wasted no time in slamming his cock into my wide-spread pussy.
To my great satisfaction, this guy was ready to get to it, and he did. Taking a firm grip on my narrow waist, he began slamming into me with fast, hard strokes. I’m no size-queen, and I know I said that a large penis isn’t necessary, but when a girl is already excited, wet, and has been teased, being stretched even a little bit more is nice. The new guy’s cock wasn’t huge, but it had more girth than its predecessor, and that combined with how he was forcefully plunging into me felt really good.
After all that slow teasing, I was primed and ready, and in a surprisingly short time, I felt an orgasm approaching. It was only a couple strokes from the point I knew it was on its way until it arrived. And arrive it did.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I yelled. The guys holding my legs tightened their grips as my legs tensed up and tried to come together. My upper body — the only part I could really move — twisted back and forth as my head thrashed around. “Fuuucckkkkk. Fuuuckkk. Fuucck. Fuck.”
The guy fucking me had been going fast and hard enough that I knew he was close, and I think my spasming pussy pushed him over the edge. He joined me with his own chant of “Fuck, fuck, fuck” as his thrusts took on the jerky rhythm of a prick emptying its load of cum into a soft, warm pussy.
After he stopped moving, he stayed in me. Not nearly as long as the earlier guy had, but long enough for us both to come back from our respective orgasmic journeys before he slowly slid out.
“Damn, that was good,” he said to me. “Makes me sad you aren’t local talent from back home…” he was shaking his head regretfully as he walked away.
I noticed more Roped Up customers and potential customers were arriving, most of them obviously coming from one of the area’s numerous bars. They seemed like they were trying very hard to live up to the stereotypes about businessmen attending an out-of-town convention. That is, putting as much alcohol on their expense accounts as humanly possible, and taking full advantage of their wives being far, far away by getting some strange pussy.
So far at least, none of them were too drunk to perform. The line waiting to fuck me always consisted of at least several guys, stroking their cocks to keep them hard and ready.
A few more guys fucked me, my exposed pussy being filled time and again by jets of cum, although maybe half of them pulled out before they finished — no doubt wanting to prolong their fun. The guys holding my legs up and spread rotated, with me getting a welcome reduction in how far they were spread as the new guard took their places on the bar stools that flanked me.
It probably goes without saying, since I obviously do all this because I enjoy it, but being fucked by a seemingly endless line of hard cocks like this was pure bliss.
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The guy who’d asked about playing rough with my tits was next in line. Instead of just getting right to screwing me, he turned to the guys who were behind him in line and made an announcement.
“Hey, what do you say we tie up her knockers?”
The response was, not surprisingly, positive. A few guys said “yeah”, a couple said “do it”, and one excited “whoo whoo whoo”.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve had guys tie my boobs up with rope, wire, and even those nylon wire-tie things. Those have usually been tied with a single loop right at the base of my breast, making my tits taut and round, and the nipples even more sensitive than usual.
This guy had something different in mind. He started by taking a long length of fairly narrow rope — paracord, again — and making a few medium-tight turns around my boob, right at the base. In the booth, Shari had stopped there, although she had tied those wraps of rope much tighter. This guy didn’t stop. He continued to wrap turn after turn of rope around my breast, working his way outwards towards the nipple. The pressure in the part of my boob that wasn’t yet wrapped in rope increased with each new turn. When he finally stopped, maybe a third of my breast was left visible, and the pressure I felt had increased by a huge amount compared to how it had felt with just that first loop or two.
He finished up with both breasts narrowed and sticking straight out from my chest, with the last portion very tightly mushroomed at the point where the cylinder of rope he’d made ended. My nipples were as hard as they’d ever been, pointing out from the taut aureoles that surrounded them.
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