“This is fucking humiliating” I thought to myself as she led me by a leash into what looked like a ballroom full of people. It’s not like she could stop me if I turned around and left. I’m 6’4 with a large framed, lean and muscled from a lifetime of hard work. She’s 5’3 and probably doesn’t weigh a buck fifteen, with small breasts and a tight, round ass. I watched it move under her short black dress as she walked, tall black heels clicking on the marble floor. How did I let her talk me into this? Walking, naked, at the end of a leash into a room full of women in cocktail dresses. I could smell the mixture of their perfumes permeating in the air as we approached. We were third in a line of 10 men and their “handlers.” Handlers, like I’m a damned stud horse, being led around at a sale.
Despite my embarrassment, I felt my cock start to relax and start to swing more as I walked. I don’t know if it was her ass and the flashbacks of what she can do with it, or if I was actually getting aroused from all the stares. As we neared the center of the room, our handlers lined us up several feet apart and a tall woman with blonde hair walked down the line with a clipboard, inspecting each of us. The crowd of women in the room whispered among themselves over their mixed drinks as they took us all in, tracing our muscles with their eyes and leaning to get better views of our equipment.
The blonde lady walked in front of us. She traced her finger across my pecs and sternum, down past my abs and to the base of my penis. She turned to my handler, Lydia, and whispered, “Impressive.” Lydia replied, “Watch this.” and stepped in close to me. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, pulled back her long, jet black hair, and in one slow, fluid motion, squatted down on her heels and took my glans in her mouth. I fought back a gasp as her warm mouth engulfed my head. Her tongue swirled and her lips rubbed my corona and I was instantly throbbing. She pulled me out with a pop, stood, and turned with a slight smirk. The blonde looked down at the results and then said to Lydia, “Wow, very impressive!” Then she tuned to the crowd.
“OK ladies, come make your selections. Give your coins to the handler of your choice and have fun.”
At once, the crowd consumed us. Hands gently caressed the muscles on my chest and back. Fingers played in my chest hair and traced the trail of hair between my navel and public bone. “You have just the right amount of hair.” Said a brunette in her early thirties with red lips, bright white teeth, and freckled cleavage under a perfectly applied spray-on tan. Her hands and eyes drifted toward my swollen member and Lydia chided her, “You know the rules, you want to touch it, it’ll cost you a coin.” She turned to Lydia and asked, “How big is that exactly?” Lydia replied. “At least 8. Bigger if you get him really hot, but when he’s that hard it seems like a waste to stop and measure it.”
After several degrading conversations about my physical features, boundaries, and “talents,” Lydia collected a sack full of red coins, took up my leash, and led me to a room lined with couches surrounding a circular bed. Women filed in behind us and with filled in the spots on the couches. They sat sipping their drinks as Lydia began to speak.
“Welcome ladies. Before we begin, let me remind everyone of the rules. This is a sampling party. The red coins buy you five minutes. You can have him do anything that was not on the “no” list, which, his is pretty short. If you like him, you can book a date for another night. That costs a gold coin. Your time starts when you make contact. When I say time, everything stops. Everybody clear? Let’s get started.”
A pretty blonde lady stood up and walked over to me, hiked up her red cocktail dress to reveal a black g-string. She laid back on the pillows and moved it to the side motioning to me to come down to her. I parted her labia and began to lick her clit. Gently at first, then faster. As she got wetter I slid my long thick middle finger inside her to work her clit from both sides. Her breathing got faster and deeper and she began to moan. “Time” Lydia interjected. And the lady at the tip of my tongue gave a frustrated grunt, “Fuck! No! Uhhh!” as she got up off the bed. She walked over to Lydia as the next woman came up.
She pulled her panties down and pushed me back on the bed. Her pussy brushed my cock as she knee walked her way up. She settled on my chin. I went to work with my tongue as she started to grind her wetness on my face. After a minute, she spun around and faced my feet. Her fingers lightly circled my glans and worked their way up and down my shaft as I furiously worked her with my tongue and lips. She poked at the veins and rubbed a drop of pre-cum between her thumb and index finger. Her heavy breathing was getting louder and she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste me. She made an “Mmmm” sound and leaned forward to my cock. I felt her tongue and lips start to engulf my glans, I could feel the heat from her mouth as she started to take me in and.. “Time”
The next lady got on all fours and moaned while I ran my tongue around her anus. She was dripping down my arm as my fingers work their way in and out of her. Her clit became engorged as her arousal peaked. She started to moan as she grabbed the bed sheets. She got louder and louder and “Time.”
She buried her face in the mattress and screamed as the next woman stepped up rubbed lube on my cock with both hands and climbed in my lap. She grabbed me by the shaft and guided me into her. She was warm, and tight as she slowly worked up and down my shafts with her velvety wetness. We both groaned a bit when Lydia called, “Time!”
This went on for hours. After a while, I noticed that Lydia was playing with herself while she watched. Women took their turns one by one as some that had already gone fidgeted with their extra coins like kids at an arcade trying to decide whether to play that game one more time.
After the last one finished up her time, Lydia came over to me and said, “You did good. I thought you’d come by now though. I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t get the see that. You’ve got one more and then we can go.” I replied “Who?” looking around.
Lydia grabbed my leash and turned away from me. I was still sitting on the bed when she straddle the leash and bent over. She tugged on it and I buried my face in her ass cheeks and began licking her. She moaned as I eased my thumb into her. With it, I massaged the little spot on the front wall of her vaginal just behind her clit. I hooked my index finger around and began to rub her swollen clit from the outside. She moaned her knees began to buckle. She pulled the top of her dress down and began rubbing her breasts. She spread her legs and sat backwards on my lap. She slid me into her and lend back against me. I kissed her neck as I rubbed her small tits with my left hand as she writhed on my throbbing cock. Her nipples were dark and hard against my hand. With my right hand, I reached around and massaged her clit. She moaned louder as her body tensed in anticipation of climax. She continued to slide up and down my shaft as an organ rocked her body. The feel and sound of her coming made me lose it, I held on as long as I could and she sensed it. She smiled and kicked both her hands. With one she stroked my shafts as it came in and out of her and with the other, she massaged my balls. She had this beautiful mischievous grin as the surprising sensations pushed me over the edge. I exploded into her as she laughed and kept stroking. My sensitivity level skyrocketed as I came and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath. She slowed her motions and started playfully moving just enough to keep me in that condition. After a few seconds of that wonderful torture, she released me and slowly stood up. Then, she took of the collar from my neck and said, “We don’t need this anymore.” and grabbed me by my cock and led me, heels clicking, to find my clothes.
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If you like this and you’re interested, I am toying with the idea of making Mr. Wright’s adventures interactive. Maybe have people message me an idea for a “client” they would like to see and maybe feature some kinks that you’d like to see and write an “episode” designed for you.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bq435g/the_erotic_adventures_of_mr_wright_mffemdomcfnm
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I fixed some grammar and places where my phone replaced words. I swear, typing on a phone sucks.