Normally, Austin would've jumped in the shower immediately following returning from work to get the smell of food and other cooking smells off him. But Oz mentioned a shower, and decided that was probably better to just let it happen the way Oz intended for it to happen. He did like scening with Oz, and he was incredibly patient with Austin, which was harder and harder to find. He got to Oz's door and with a deep breath, and a quick look around, settled onto his knees and knocked on the door.
Who: Oz Chang @domozchang and Stacey Evans
Where: Club in Venice
When: Sometime during venice
Triggers: Multiple partners, degrading and praise
Stacey walked with Oz to a fairly public area along the river. She was in her micro gold skirt and pasties with heeled gladiator sandals. She was definitely nervous, but Oz had been trust worthy so far and she was happy to have him guide her through this fantasy. "You sure about this Sir?" she asked with a small chuckle, mostly for her own benefit.
Oz had gone for gold as well, a silky black shirt with gold trousers, gold jewelry and hints of gold glitter in his dark hair. His hand wound possessively around Stacey's hip, keeping her tucked into his side. "I'm very sure. Are you, kitten? You'll use your safeword or gesture if it gets to be too much?" he asked, his tone warm but serious, needing her to know that her safety and pleasure was at the front of his mind and would be through the whole night.
"Yeah," she breathed slowly as they approached, "Yeah, I'm sure Sir. Yes, safeword is red. Yellow to slow down," she repeated looking up at his handsome face.
"Good girl," he praised, pausing to turn towards her. Oz leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her full lips. "You won't be out of sight or reach for a moment," he assured her, meeting her gaze levelly, before grinning and pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose. "The place we're going is just up here. I heard it's got a great reputation - and that it's popular for this very situation," Oz said with a grin. The bouncer nodded at them as they approached, swinging the door open for them to enter, Stacey still tucked against his side. The bar was lit with low, soothing lighting, dark and shadowy without being creepy. Sensuality seemed to hang in the air around them - and they weren't even in the back room yet, where the real fun began. "Do you want something to drink, kitten, before we scout out potential suitors?"
She couldn't help the pink flush of her skin at his words as they made their way to the bar. He definitely had a was of reassurance which helped settle her nerves. "Maybe just one," she answered at his question and they made their way towards the bar. She could feel the eyes on her, being more exposed than she'd really ever been around strangers. She was waiting for the feeling of humiliation, of anxiety. But it never came. Instead, replaced by a feeling of strength and empowerment. She ordered a simple whiskey and coke, and took the first sip a little took quick. "Ok," she said after a deep breath, "that's better."
He nodded, figuring she might need a little liquid courage to calm her nerves. He ordered a vodka cranberry for himself, something light so he would have his wits about him to take care of her. "Good. Drink it slow," he coached, tracing his fingers up and down her bare back. Already he could spot the looks, both furtive and open, taking in the golden glow of the pair of them. "Bend over a little, kitten. Put your elbows on the bar." The tiny skirt she had on was barely covering her ass - and he knew the motion would show off a hint of the plug he'd made sure to stretch her out with before they left.
"Yes Sir," she agreed around the straw, taking another sip a bit slower. She licked her lips at his order, putting the drink down on the bar and pressing her elbows against the top. Her hips bent, and she stuck her ass out, the skirt riding up to expose her firm, round cheeks. She wiggled her hips slowly, moaning quietly as she felt the plug inside push against her perfectly.
His lips quirked into a smirk as she showed herself off. The way she stood showed off the complete lack of panties she had on, a hint of her bare pussy lips flashing to any careful viewer. The move definitely got more attention, and Oz met the gazes of several men watching Stacey with heated eyes. "Perfect," he whispered to her, running a hand over the exposed curve of her ass. "Look over there," he murmured, nodding to a table of three men nearby. They weren't much older than they were, and their dark gazes were obviously lusty even from a distance. "What do you think?"
She smiled as she felt Oz's hand run along her ass, pushing herself back against it slightly. She turned her head in the direction he encouraged, immediately noticing the three men with eyes on her. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her at the excitement and her large, dark eyes rose up to his face. She nodded, "Yes, please, Sir," she whimpered quietly.
Oz lifted her hand, kissing the back, before leading her over to their table, his half-drunk vodka cran in his free hand. "Buonasera, gentlemen," he said, earning soft greetings and nods in return. "I noticed you watching my girl at the bar - she's more than happy to let you all have a closer look, if you care to join us in the back?" As he spoke, he slipped his arm around Stacey again, stroking her side and up to cup her breast lightly, enjoying the hunger in the trio's eyes as they watched.
She blushed as his sweet little kiss. How he could remain sweet and seductive while have that look of pure lust against his face, she'd never understand. She grabbed her drink, taking another sip as they crossed towards the table of the very sexy gentleman. Stacey remained quiet, letting Oz set the potential scene. She hummed as Oz slowly groped her breast, watching the faces of the men who considered the proposition. Almost in unision, they agreed and got up from the table and everyone started making their way to the back room.
He led the way to the back room, exchanging a few quiet words with the woman working the door before they were let inside. Almost instantly, the sounds of passion hit their ears, low moans of patrons who had the exact same intentions as they did. Oz walked over to a low, cushy sofa, a long chaise nearby. "Now, my friends, my lovely little kitten here likes taking cock in any of her pretty holes, but - " He guided Stacey up on to the chaise on her knees, the tiny skirt lifting to show off the plug in her ass fully, much to the delight of the men surrounding them. "She absolutely loves having her gorgeous ass fucked," Oz murmured, almost proudly, gently twisting the plug in Stacey's tight hole. The tallest man, perhaps 30 or so, stepped up, dark curls tumbling to his shoulders. He already had his pants undone, his impressive length in hand while he took over groping Stacey's upturned ass with the other. "She is prepared already, for this?" he asked Oz, tugging lightly at the plug. Oz ripped open a packet of lube, stepping up with a smirk to coat the man's cock with it himself. "She is. And now you are too, handsome," he purred, watching Stacey carefully as the man removed the plug and started easing his cock into her stretched ass. His friends had settled on the couch to watch, and Oz gracefully sank between them to enjoy the show.
As the crossed the threshold, Stacey's attention was pulled in a dozen different directions, the grunts and moans filling the thickness of the rooms. She smiled as he introduced her in the most lovely way possible, her skin burning pink against the skimpy gold coverings she wore. She stepped up onto the chaise with Oz's help, sinking down onto it on her hands and knees, figuring it was the best option for easy use of all her holes. She couldn't help but shake her ass a little as Oz drew attention to it, moaning as the toy moved inside her, louder as Oz moved it himself. She looked behind to see who was stepping up first, her eyes widen as she sees the very impressive cock. "Oh wow," she whispered softly, her heart beating fast in anticipation. She focused forward at the men on the couch, Oz directly in the center with that brilliant smile and excited look. She moaned as the plug was pulled from her ass, feeling it gape and blink at the man behind her. Her mouth opened in an O as her eyes hazed over, feeling him start to stretch her. "Oh fuck," she moaned, the cock stretching her as it entered her completely, "He's so big, Sir. Stretching my tight little ass so much," she growled, digging her fingers into the chaise beneath her.
Oz lounged back against the couch, his legs open and pressing against the other men's. All of them were showing signs of excitement from the tableau, bulges obvious at the apex of their thighs. He smirked at Stacey's response to the thick cock pressing inside of her. "Does it feel good, kitten?" he asked, enjoying how one of the men beside him starting running his hand along his thigh, the thin gold silk of his pants letting the heat of his touch soak to his skin. The man behind Stacey held her hips firmly, working himself fully inside of her with slow thrusts until he was fully seated. He glanced over, his mouth open on a moan, clearly pleased. "She is delicious, my friend. Such a tight ass," he purred, making Oz grin wide. "All of her holes are perfect, trust me. Perhaps you two can fill up her ass and mouth once your friend is finished?' Oz suggested, winking at Stacey.
"So good, Sir," she moaned thickly, dropping her head for only a moment to allow herself to focus on the feeling of the thick cock sliding in and out of her ass. Her pussy dripped, her position allowing the view of a thin stream of her arousal dripping onto the chaise. When she raise dher head again, she caught one of the men running his hand up Oz's thigh, taking not of the desire on the Dom's face. She blushed as the man talked about her like she wasn't in the room, like she couldn't hear him. More arousal leaked from her cunt. She let out a moan, both as the man's cock in her and Oz's words, "Oh yes, please," she growled between moans, feelign the man's pace pick up in her ass. "Oh fuck, yes! Harder, please!?" she cried, nearly whimpering in desire.
The way Stacey's cunt was freely dripping on the chair below her made Oz groan low in his throat. She was so goddamn hot, and this - this was what she was absolutely meant for. "Good girl, asking so nicely." Oz glanced at the man fucking her, and he smirked, starting to really pound into her ass. The slap of flesh on flesh added to the erotic symphony in the room, and he could feel his skin flushing with how charged the air was. "You're in for a treat when she cums," he said, grinning wide, eager to see what a mess the beautiful blonde would make. Even as one of the men beside him started kissing his neck and rubbing his thigh, Oz's eyes never strayed from Stacey, silently encouraging her to give in to the pleasure she craved.
She didn't get a chance to answer as the man behind her answered her plea, pounding hard and fast into her tight ass. "Oh god, Thank you! Thank you Sir!" she screams. Each thrust pierced her deeply, making her pussy drip thicker and faster. Her eyes locked on Oz's, in the periphery being able to see hands start to stroke and grab at him. The man grunting behind her was music to her ears and quickly she was building to her climax. "Oh fuckfuckfuck! I'm gonna...fuck Sir...I'm.." she couldn't get the whole warning out before she was screaming, her body shaking wildly as she came, splashing and soaking the furniture beneath her as she squirted through her orgasm.
Oz felt his pulse race when she locked gazes with him. Looking into the eyes of a submissive as they got railed by his leave would always be one of the most arousing things. Watching Michael like this was exquisite, and seeing Stacey in the same throes was just as delicious. "That's it, kitten," he cooed when he heard her start to scream, her release flooding onto the chaise under her, much to the delight of the men watching, and the few onlookers they had attracted. The man fucking her couldn't last through something like that, groaning loudly as he added to the mess, pulling out so some of his load landed over her upturned ass. "Thank the nice man for fucking your needy ass, baby girl," he reminded her, sipping down the rest of his drink, gently batting away the hands trying to undo his shirt so his companions could pay attention to Stacey instead. "And ask these two to fill up your ass and your mouth."
She was breathing heavily as she started to come down, remaining in bliss as the man continued to fuck her ass after her orgasm subsided. She heard the gasps and whoops around her as she drenched the chaise beneath her, unable to hide the smile across her face at how much people liked that. She moaned again, feeling the man twitch and pulse inside her, filling her tight ass full of his hot cum. "Oh fuck, thank you, Sir," she moaned, pushing back against him as the final drops shot into her ass, "Thank you for fucking my ass." She turned to the two men on either said of Oz, licking her lips. "Please?" she begged quietly, "Please give me a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth, Please?" she whimpered, the empty feeling starting to consume her.
His companions eased off of the couch and sauntered to the chaise while their spent friend collapsed beside him to catch his breath. "Such a good girl," he praised Stacey, watching with a smirk as she got what she asked for, a cock in her ass and one pushing between her swollen lips. Another couple slid down beside him, a man with a slim brunette woman on his lap. "She is gorgeous. Does she enjoy women? My claim is a former switch and she would love the chance to sit on her face," the man murmured, his claim smirking at Oz from her perch. Oz tilted his head. "I believe so, but we'll have to make sure once she's filled from both ends," he said with a chuckle, enjoying the way her petite body shook between the two men, her perky little breasts bouncing wildly.
Soon, she moaned again, feeling her ass filled once more with a new cock, sliding it's way between her tight muscle until discomfort became pure bliss. Her loud moan was interupted by another cock sliding between her lips. She continued to moan, her lips vibrating over the cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She could faintly hear conversation around her, but she was too focused on the two cocks she was pleasing in the moment. Cusses and screams were muffled by the cock as she sucked it, hard and deep, gagging on it as it hit the back of her throat. Her body started to vibrate, the seal for orgasms already broken and easy to bring her to the edge again. She screamed around the cock as her body shook wildly, tensing and jerking as she came. Her eyes went cross and into the back of her head as she came, spraying the chaise once again with more cum.
He licked his lips, watching Stacey's petite body shake and writhe between the two men using her. It seemed her second fall into ecstasy was enough to have the men following her down, the one in her mouth erupting first, the one using her ass shortly after. He also pulled out, finishing his load over her ass, while the other eased his cock from her mouth to watch the thick load drip over her lips. Oz rose once they had pulled back, running a hand over Stacey's back before coming to sit by her head. "What's your color, kitten?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead, figuring she might need a slight break after two intense orgasms so close together.
She was breathing heavily, though muffled against the cock deliciously shoved down her throat. She moan and sucked harder as she started to taste him, drinking his cum down her throat while the other man exploded deep in her ass. Then exited from her body, Stacey panting heavily as lust blown eyes looked up to Oz as he drew closer. "Green, Sir," she smiled brightly. Her body felt so light and airy and pressed her head against his body, letting the closeness calm her a bit.
Oz smiled, running his hand over her hair and down her neck, letting her snuggle against his shoulder. "Good girl. You're being the perfect whore for me," he praised. "Now - there's a couple who would like to play, how do you feel about playing with another woman?" he asked in a soft tone, looking over to wink at the interested parties in question.
She smiled against his skin, his words shooting a jolt of electricity through her. She looked up, first at Oz, and then in the direction he was signaling. "That's fine, Sir," she promised, "I'm pansexual."
He nodded hearing that. "Good. Because I think I'll enjoy watching her sit on your beautiful face. Turn onto your back, kitten," he urged, helping her move on the chaise before getting up. Oz resumed his seat next to the pair. "You're free to play as you wish, my friends." He laughed when the woman squeaked happily, shimmying out of her skimpy dress to go over to Stacey and gracefully straddle her head. Her Dom moved to the blonde's spread legs, waiting for his girl to get settled before pushing his cock into Stacey's dripping cunt.
"Yes Sir," she moan brainlessly, laying on her back against the dais. She waited, somewhat impatiently until a beautiful and graceful woman hovered over her head. Stacey shot a smile up to her as the woman lowered herself, the beautiful aroma of her arousal hitting Stacey first. Her tongue was already lapping against the woman's folds, and her moan was muffled when she felt the man enter her. She wrapped her lips around the other's clit, sucking and flicking her tongue against it as she started to feel the rhythm of the man's impressive cock.
A happy sigh spilled from his lips as he leaned back into the couch, watching the new couple take their positions. He could hear Stacey moaning against the brunette's cunt, and judging by the way she was grinding down on the blonde's face, she had a talented mouth. As distracted as he was watching Stacey get used, he didn't notice a slim man invite himself into his lap until he was cuddled against his chest. "Sorry about that - my boy isn't very polite," a deep voice growled, belonging to the man's Dom. "He was meant to ask if he could lick my load from your girl but I think your face distracted him." Oz chuckled, gently urging the submissive from his lap. "I don't see why not, though do so at your own risk. She may get messy," he said fondly, looking over at the trio and hearing Stacey's sounds pitch higher and higher.
Stacey was completely lost in a hundred different feelings and reactions from her self and those using her at the moment. She was loving this - every single sticky, sexy moment was creating a permanent heat deep in her gut. The woman rocking against her face made Stacey growl everytime her lips caught along her clit again. Spurred on by the large, thick cock rocking in and out of her dripping cunt. She could feel the next one building, her moans higher and needier against the woman's cunt. And when that woman came all over Stacey's face, she lost it, cumming so hard the man had to press down on her stomach to keep her from shaking and wiggling off him. Which, in fairness, only made the orgasm go on longer, leaving stars in her eyes and Stacey breathing very heavily to try to catch her breath.
Oz chuckled a little when he watched Stacey nearly buck herself off of the cock still railing her, but it seemed the man enjoyed a little bit of rowdiness considering he was grunting his release into the blonde with his next breath. Flushed and sated, the couple slid back onto the couch, seemingly content to keep watching the show. Oz slid out of his shirt, moving to sit on the chaise behind Stacey, easing her head into his lap. "Kitten, this nice hunk is going to fuck his load into your pretty cunt for his boy to lick out. You may cum on his cock, but when you feel his boy's mouth, I want you to wait as long as you can before you cum again. Understood?"
Stacey laid against the dais, sweating, dripping cum and a little spent. But she didn't want this to end. As Oz grew closer, she happily turned onto her side, settling her head in his lap. She nodded along until the last bit. "What?" she gasped slightly, "I don't know if I can do that, Sir," she whimpered, concern falling off her face as she was turned onto her back, and felt a new cock stretch into her. "Oh fuck, Sir," she moaned, "He's so big! He's going to stretch my pussy so much!"
He trailed his fingers through her hair slowly. "All I want is for you to try, and tell me when it's getting to be too much," Oz promised. He smirked, looking back at the meaty Dom, his thick cock drilling into Stacey. "Just like it should be, kitten. All stretched out and full of cock," he purred, his voice almost lost in the grunts from the other.
She nodded against his lap, moaning again as the man slides in and out of her. She grabbed onto Oz's forearm, for leverage, for balance - she didn't know. But as the man started to roughly fuck her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a minute. "Oh fuck..fuckfuckfcuk," she muttered out, gasping and crying louder as she felt the next wave start to crash over her. "Oh god!" she screamed, her body shaking wildly, her pussy clenching so hard she almost pushed him out of her again. The man used his hand to rub at her clit, another orgasm quickly chasing the previous. "I can't...stop..." she screamed again, her voice breaking as she came, the sound of splashing hitting the area as she squirted all over the man and the chais again. The man growled roughly, clearly enjoying her body's reaction, finally pumping his thick cum into her pussy.
Oz kept playing with her hair, letting her hold on as tight as she needed to. He loved the sight of her eyes rolling back, her gorgeous little body so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn't even see. He groaned deep in his throat, watching her tumble over the edge and quickly reach another peak, her body shaking in his arms. "Such a good fucking girl, Stacey, perfect little slut," he praised, leaning over to kiss her lips gently, a contrast to the intense pleasure chasing through her body. Oz let out a happy moan when he saw the mess between her thighs, the submissive practically leaping to his place to clean it up. "Go slow at first, boy. My kitten's had a lot of dick so far," he instructed, making the sub's Dom chuckle.
Her body was indescribable. She felt like the she could fall apart at any second, but in the most brilliant and orgasmic way possible. Her smile was bright behind lust blown eyes at his constant compliments, her lips humming against 'little slut,' and she gazed up blankly at him, "Thank you, Sir," she breathed out heavily. She felt a different size spread her legs apart, feeling his hot breath against her spent pussy. She could feel the first man still leaking out of her, and the warm tongue of the submissive striking upwards against her folds, moaning at the taste on his tongue. She thought this would be easy - there was no way she had another orgasm in her. But the man's tongue and lips worked in such a perfect tandem, before she knew it she was breathing heavily again. Her throbbing clit sent an electric current through her spine, small yelps cracking out of her throat. "Oh shit," she moaned, eyes opened in slight panic as he slowly worked her clit and folds. "S-sir," she whimpered, grabbing tighter along his forearm, "I'm gonna...i have to.." she tripped over her words, feeling another orgasm bubble deep inside her.
She looked so happy with her head on his lap, blissed out and flushed with pleasure. Watching her react to the mouth on her sensitive pussy only made his cock thicken and harden further. He watched her carefully. "Breathe for me, kitten. You can last just a little longer," he whispered to her, thumb running over her cheek. Oz held her gaze a few more breaths before he smirked. "Let go for me, baby. Cum," he rasped out, keeping a gentle hold on her chin so she would be forced to look up at him as she obeyed.
The problem was...she didn't know how. She'd never done any kind of orgasm denial before, so 'lasting' didn't mean much to her, since she wasn't sure how to hold it off. It was building faster and faster, her moans more panicked than arousing as the other continued to ravage her pussy. "Sir..I can't I can't," she whimpered, holding her breath a moment as Oz carassed her cheek calmly. Her eyes locked on his as she relaxed her body as much as she could, a whispered litany of, "pleasepleasepleaseplease," escaped between her lips. On the word, her orgasm raked through her body, back arching and every muscle clenching hard and rough. She screamed, eyes rolling, toes curling, body shaking violently on top of Oz. "Oh my fucking god!" she cried, partially in tears, partially in laughter as she looked back up at Oz's face.
"You can, baby, just breathe and focus on that," he coached. Oz kept stroking her cheek, and when she released at his command, he smirked widely, his free hand slowly moving down her chest and back up in gentle sweeps. "Good girl, that was so good," he praised, leaning over to pepper kisses over her face. He felt the other sub move back, so he let his hand slide down further, cupping protectively over her spent cunt. "You're still dripping, kitten, little fucking slut," he purred to her, one finger making slow circles over her swollen clit.
His gentle touches made her body shiver in the aftermath of her latest orgasm, causing goosebumps to form along her arms. "Thank you, Sir," she said again, mostly because she kept hearing pretty pet names when he said it. She was starting to breathe more calmly, until she felt his fingers descend towards her throbbing clit. "Sir!" she whimpered, looking down at his hand playing with her, teasing and toying with her as she gushed arousal and cum again, feeling it drip out of her like a faucet. "It's so...mmm..sensitive."
He loved how she twitched and gushed against him, feeling her wriggle under his touch. "I bet it is. I've never seen someone squirt that much, you're perfect for this," he crooned to her. They still had an audience, but Oz would let her have a moment if she needed it. "Do you think your holes can take more, baby girl?"
She hummed quietly her eyes looking back up at him. She gave him a dirty little smile, and nodded, "They can. Especially if you want them to."
Oz grinned down at her, thumb stroking the corner of her mouth. "Perfect answer." He pressed one more kiss to her mouth, then sat up, shifting to help Stacey lean against his chest with her legs spread wide. "Who wants to be next to take my kitten's tight ass?" A young man stepped up, clearly a freshly marked Dominant, nervous but sweet. "Don't be shy, handsome. She'll love your cock. Won't you, baby girl?"
She smiled, pressing a kiss back to him. She hummed as Oz moved her into place, happily letting him pose and position her however he wanted. She leaned her head back against his chest. She looked at the man who came up, licking her lips to entice him. "OH yes please," she moaned needily, "Please, fuck my tight little ass Sir? Please," she begged quietly.
His hands slid down her body to lightly cup and knead her breasts as she begged so prettily for the next cock in her ass. A slightly older woman, clearly his Dominant sister, nudged the young man forward. Oz's eyes widened when he opened his pants. "You're definitely going to feel that one, kitten," he murmured, licking his lips as he watched the man bring his impressively thick cock to Stacey's ass and start to ease himself inside.
Cloudy and hazy, she lifted only her head, eyes bulging as she saw the man's impressive cock. "Oh god," she moaned, arching as she felt the thick tip press against her right muscle. Her hands gripping tighter to Oz as she breathed through it, slowly feeling bit by bit spread her wide. "Oh my god...so big," she moaned, feeling her pussy start to drip again as the man thread himself into her ass, her clit swelling and twitching with pure arousal and want.
He kept up the gentle attention to her tits, occasionally moving to pinch and tug her stiff nipples. "It looks so good going into your tight hole," he purred to her, winking at the flushed and panting Dominant who was clearly struggling to control himself. "Don't be afraid to go hard, handsome. She loves having her ass pounded like a proper whore," Oz told him with a smirk.
She whimpered with each pull of her swollen, sensitive tits, her ass being beautifully stuffed by a beautiful man. "F-feels good, Sir," she whimpered, gasping as the man was finally able to bury himself inside her. "Yes, Hard!" she cried in agreement, the man starting with slow, even strokes. But suddenly, the sensations overpowered him as well and he pushed and thrusted hard and needy into her. Her body banged against Oz with each one, her power being overtaken by needy and lust. "S-sir," she whimpered, closing her eyes tight, "Please..i need to...please!?" she gasped, unable to keep her orgasm back as she started to cum again, shaking violently, squirting another load against the man, which only seemed to excite him and spur him on.
Oz held her as best he could to try and keep her from tumbling off of the chaise, her perfect little body limp in his arms. He hadn't told her to wait this time, but he loved how she begged, making him grin. "Good girl, kitten," he praised, wiping her cheeks as the young Dom continued to fuck her, seemingly possessing a surprising amount of stamina. "Wait for me on the next one," he murmured to her, sliding a hand down her stomach to drag his fingers through the wet mess between her thighs.
She was still shaking as the man continued to fuck her ass beautifully against Oz's body and the chais. "I can't..i can't," she muttered, the onslaught continuing keeping her body buzzing right on the edge once again. She arched her body into Oz's touch, his fingers running over her skin, continuing to ignite her. "Oh fuck...oh fuckfuckfuck," she growled and cried, her eyes starting to roll again as her stomach tensed with the next orgasm building. She screamed and cried as she teetered right on the edge again, "It's too good..i can't...sssiiir!" she screamed loudly, trying desperately to hold the next orgasm but unable to stop the heat thrashing through her body, making a new mess beneath her.
With how overwhelmed she was and her lack of experience with denial, he wasn't going to fault her for not being able to hold it. Oz would be sure to talk with her about it after all this, so she wasn't concerned, but in the moment all he could do was reassure her. Her next orgasm seemed to tip the young man over the edge, her thrashing making her body slide off of his cock so he came all over her stomach and drenched cunt. "Mm, it's all right, kitten, I know it's hard when you're a needy slut," he purred to her, leaning down to press a kiss to her parted lips. Glancing up, he saw the Dom's sister approaching, a strap on hanging from her pants, and he nodded with a smirk to let her know she was good to proceed. The Domme slid into Stacey's well used ass easily, as Oz rubbed one hand over her messy stomach.
She managed to look down as the man pulled himself out, watching his massive cock spurt and cover her messy body with his cum. His words made her coo, nuzzling her face against his abs with her head still in his lap. Her face blissed out again, feeling a new cock push deep into her ass. "Oh fuck yes! Mmm, i love my slutty ass getting fucked like this," she mumured, speech slurring as she felt her ass clench against the toy. She watched and felt as Oz's fingers played in the mess against her stomach, and she looked up at him, opening her mouth wide for a taste of it.
The way she slurred just sent a fresh surge of arousal through him, his cock absolutely uncomfortable where it was trapped in his pants - but this wasn't about him. Not yet anyway. "I think everyone here knows what a filthy whore you are, baby, you're covered in cum and still begging for cock," he said, though he had a proud smile on his lips. Oz chuckled, scooping up some of the mess to paint it over her parted lips, letting some drip onto her cheeks.
She moaned wildly, both at the friction in her ass, and Oz's beautifully harsh words. "Yes! Mmm, covered in cum, dripping with cum," she repeated, hazed and blissed out. She whimpered as the cum was missing her mouth. "Sir pleeeease," she begged, sticking her tongue out, crossing her eyes, "I wanna swallow it, I want cum everywhere," she whined, moaning harder as the next orgasm started to build again, "OH god! I'm gonna cum again...i can't stop cumming!" she screamed, voice cracking as she came again, much to the woman's delight as Stacey squirted once again, shocked there was anything left at this point.
He couldn't help but laugh at her pretty begging, the perfect slutty expression on her face. "Messy cumdump," he teased, dragging his fingers through the mess again before shoving two into her mouth for her to suck clean. Stacey was definitely impressing him, with orgasm after orgasm. She had to be nearing her limit - but he didn't think she was there just yet. Oz slid his fingers out of her mouth and down to her pussy, rubbing fast circles over her throbbing clit as the Domme fucking her neared her own pleasure. "Give us another one, kitten," he urged, looking down into her flushed face, nearing the point where he knew he would need some attention.
She smiled at the new name, embracing every bit of it. She moaned as she felt the fingers push into her mouth, sucking and bobbing against his fingers roughly and hungrily, as if she'd never ever get enough. She was breathing so heavily she was sure her lungs were going to burst out of her chest at any moment. Each orgasm left her was unbelieveable pleasure, but also a painful desire for more. The only time she'd ever cum this much was after a marathon masturbation session in college, but never with this many partners which only made it all hotter. She screamed loudly when she felt his fingers rub against her sensitive nub, all while the Domme continued to fuck her harder, needier. She breathed roughly as his command, the added sensation of her clit being rubbed proved just the ticket and she felt her toes curl and her body tense as she came again, arching high off her position on the chais, nearly looking like a scene from the exorcist. As she came down, the Domme reached her peak as well, and Stacey laid back, breathless, against Oz's lap again, "Oh my god, Sir, I..i don't know how much more I can take," she panted and whimpered.
Oz grinned as he watched her nearly shoot off of the chaise, one arm holding her around her chest to keep her from getting hurt. The pretty Domme eased out of Stacey with a chuckle, wiggling her fingers in a wave as she sauntered off with her brother. Oz looked around at all of their onlookers, clearly hoping for a turn, then had a thought. "How about just one more cock in your cunt, kitten? Because I think I'd love to fill up your pussy myself while all these nice gentlemen jerk off over your face and tits," he suggested, eliciting low laughter and moans from the men around them.
She was trying to catch her breath, waiting for the next cock when Oz spoke. Her eyes widened in excitement and she was nodding before she could form the words. "Oh please fuck me, Sir," she begged, "i want you to fuck me like a dirty little whore, getting sprayed with cum and cum all over your cock," she whimpered, the idea exciting her more than anything else so far.
Her excitement made him grin, and he pecked a kiss to her mouth before shifting out from under her head. He undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles to show off his slim muscled thighs and round ass, his long, slender cock hanging heavily. "Tell me again how you want to be fucked, kitten," he murmured, running his dripping length against her swollen, slick folds before letting it slap against her clit. The men watching had shifted to stand around them, dicks out and in hand, ready to make Stacey a mess.
She lazily kissed him back as he moved infront of her, loosening his pants and pulling his cock from them, her eyes widening and licking her lips desperately. Her body shook in oversensitivity as the beautiful tip of his cock teased her. "OH fuck Sir please!" she begged, a tone of alert in her voice, "Please, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck me like a dirty whore. Ahh! Oh fuck my pussy Daddy PLEASE!?" she arched her back, breathing deeply, her eyes locking on his in a desperate plea. She could feel the other men starting to surround them, but her eyes were locked on Oz, waiting to be filled by him.
Something tingled through him when she called him Daddy like that. He slid his hands along her thighs, offering her a dirty grin before pressing his cock into her firmly. Fuck, she was still so tight around him, a hiss escaping as he sank fully into her. "Filthy slut, how are you still so tight?" he groaned out, locking eyes with her even as the circle of men around them started to jerk off over her torso. Oz set a hard pace, pounding into the beautiful blonde, hungry to have the final taste of her pleasure.
She didn't even realize it came out until it did, and her focus was pused back to the long cock pushing in between her folds. She clenched around him, arching off the dais again as Oz filled her. She moaned at his words, burning red as the arousal from them rushed through her veins. She smiled hazy at him, "Need to stay tight for Daddy's cock," she moaned as her eyes locked on his, feeling hot, sticky cum splash over her body. "Harder," she whimpered, "Please."
The way she looked at him even though other men started unloading onto her surged through him, and then she called him Daddy again - he was powerless to resist the sweet whimper she let out. "You got it, baby girl," he crooned. Holding onto her hips, he thrust harder into her, watching through hazy eyes as her small, pert tits bounce wildly on her chest. Her tan stomach and chest were covered in cum by now, only a handful of takers remaining to cover her in their cum. But all he saw were those bright eyes and flushed cheeks, and all he could focus on was making her scream just for him to finish out their evening together.
She let out a combination of a gasp and a scream as Oz slid harder, more purposeful inside her. Her back arched off the dais, the cum covering her chest and stomach shining under the club lights. "Oh god! You fuck me so good!" she screamed the harder he pulsed into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her screams high and loud as each thrust inside her brought her close to another orgasm. "OH fuck! Fuck...i'm gonna...fuuuuck Daaaddy!" she screamed as she came again, her body rutting and shaking, but pinned to the dais by Oz's body.
God, watching Stacey lose her entire mind to pleasure was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. He held onto her tightly, their audience finished covering Stacey's body in their mess by now. Her writhing and pulsing around his cock made him groan low in his chest, his cock finally giving in to his own peak and shooting heavily into her well used hole. Uncaring of the mess, Oz leaned over her to capture her lips in a kiss, warm but a little lazier now as he basked in the glow of his orgasm. "Such a good cockslut for me, kitten," he whispered against her lips.
She was breathing heavily, almost to the point of hyperventilating as she was coming down from her high, kept in a solid feeling of pleasure the more Oz continued to fuck her. "I..I can't...i can't," she shook her head, still moaning as the last man sprayed her with his cum, just in time to feel Oz fill her. It was her favorite load of the night. She moaned against his lips. "Thank you, Sir," she panted, lust blown eyes blinking up at him. "Please...no more," she chuckled and licked across her lips.
He chuckled breathlessly and nodded. "No more. You did so well," he hummed, kissing the tip of her nose. Lifting up slightly, he caught the eye of a staff member nearby. "Could you bring me some towels?" The woman nodded and bustled off. Carefully, Oz eased himself out of Stacey, then moved to lay alongside her on the dais, gently pulled her into his arms. "How are you feeling, kitten?" he asked, absently running his fingers through the mess on her stomach.
She hummed lightly at both the kiss and his agreement. She let him drag her into him, curling up into his lap like a small cat as he casually touches her spent body. "So so good," she purred, nuzzling into his neck, the desperate need to be as close as possible running through her. "Thank you," she whispered into his flesh, "I loved every minute of it."
He smiled against her warm skin, running one hand over her back protectively. The staff member set a small plastic tray of warm, damp towels next to them, along with some dry, but Oz didn't move to use them just yet. "Good. I'm very happy you enjoyed yourself. You were absolutely stunning," he praised. Oz shifted her slightly on his lap, enough so he would be able to reach her chest and stomach, so he could start gently cleaning the mess from her skin with a soft, moist towel.
She smiled again, the sudden knowledge that she was naked and covered in cum making her cheeks flush in a fun embarassment. She never thought she'd do something like that. It was fun to fantasize about, but she never thought she'd trust someone enough to do it. She turned as Oz brought the cloth to her stomach and began to wipe off the mess left by everyone else. "mmm," she hummed, watching as he cleaned her, hissing with a playful giggle as he clean between her legs, her body still over sensitive to his touch.
Oz enjoyed her sweet playfulness even after such an intense scene. "I know, but you're a little bit messy down there," he teased, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We'll have a proper bath when we're back to the hotel." He set aside the dirty towel and grabbed a clean dry one, pleased to notice a robe included in the pile of fabric. "Then you can be the littlest spoon with me and Michael. Don't think I haven't noticed how much you like that," he hummed, obviously pleased by it.
"I know," she giggled again, "but it's so sensitive!" She smiled at the set up he was prepared for her. "OH the littlest? Well, that actually makes sense since the two of you are tall as trees," she said, a little listless as she let her brainfog settle inside her. "What's not to like?" she hummed.
He finished drying her off before wrapping her in the robe. "You know, I haven't the faintest idea what wouldn't be to like, but then, I might be biased." Oz kissed her head, then eased her off of his lap so he could pull his own clothes back on. "You ready to head back, kitten?"
She moved to allow Oz to put the robe around her. She looked up, simply nodding at him.
(F2F, Oz) After the auction, he found himself wandering through the cells again. He wasn't even involved, but he still felt like he needed days of scalding showers to wash the filth of the whole situation from his skin. Oz rubbed the bridge of his nose, pausing outside of a cell when he noticed a familiar face. He frowned, reading the sign on the door. "Whoever equates having a small dick with being sexually useless is, frankly, an idiot," he said with a shake of his head.
The auction was - in a word - awful. All those eyes on him, all those things being said about him as he stood there publically nude, covered in bruises, it was too much. He was shocked when he was happy to be back in the cell, where he could attempt to hide himself. He looked up when he heard the voice, instinctively moving back into the cell before he realized it was Oz. "Apparently it does," he said quietly.
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