Yet, Amira saw the first of many victims: A man carelessly holding a sapphire necklace that must have been worth at least a couple thousands. Sure, not as massive as Paul’s thirty thousand dollars watch, but it was like snatching three months worth of salary in one petty second. Horrible, but necessary.
She studied her opponent a bit further:
This man was tall, dark and had a bushy beard. In his mid-thirties, this man was nonetheless incredibly beautiful.
She took a single step towards him, but in one terrifying second, her instinct commanded her to stop: Suddenly, all the noise in the room died down, now replaced by a weary, suspenseful silence .
*How did they catch me already*?
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Someone announced. Amira turned around to see Paul standing on a table, holding a glass of champagne which he held up in the air “We have among us none other than an honoured guest, Lady Tanya. Give it up, everyone!”
A thunderous clap welcomed on the table the tall woman who pushed her in the crowd just a moment ago. Somehow, the scowl she wore seemed to be lighter this time, almost see-through:
“Thank you, everyone!” As the noise died down, two of the masked women she saw a while ago walked by her feet, so rhythmically and so orderly she couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was rehearsed.
“Our monthly Limelight party shall be introduced by no other than my esteemed subjects, Cara and Carrie!” As she said this, her hand was held by Paul, who helped her get off the table.
Amira noticed that the man who she was trying to pickpocket joined a circle around this table where Cara and Carrie sat.
*I think I know where this is going.*
In that moment, she realised what kind of party this was.
Cara -or was it Carrie?- ripped the top half of her scowl off, revealing a perky set of breasts which made the men in the audience gasp and clap.
Like a monument to voyeurism, the second one, which Amira identified as Carrie, stood upon the table and instead removed the bottom half, bending over in a slow and methodical fashion to expose everyone of a curvy and neat ass and a clean shaven vagina she hid with her hand.
There was something so savage, yet so fashionable about the way those men and women were silently standing in a circle just witnessing how the two started kissing each other and masturbating, clearly overdoing it just for the sake of showmanship.
“Hey,” Paul was suddenly standing right next to her, “This is fine, right? We are all consenting adults, just making sure you are ok.”
Amira looked at Paul, then his watch. She had a reason not to leave this party of his straight away.
“So this is the kind of party you mentioned.” She nodded. Cara was riding Carrie’s face, moaning and narrating to the crowd how good it felt. She then joined in the oral sex, sandwiching her head between Carrie’s thights into a perfect sixty-nine.
“Yes.” Paul laughed, “There is plenty for everyone, trust me. Everything goes here, as long as it’s not life-threatening. Every kink, every fetish. The party hasn’t started yet, trust me.”
Amira knew she would have regretted running away from the party, not with all the prized belongings they were bound to take off. If what Paul said is true, then it was only a matter of time before all thirty of the party-goers would leave behind something for her to scoop.
Cara’s whole arm was wrapped around Carrie’s neck in a dominant choke that took her breath away, and with the other hand, she was rubbing her clit a bit too hard for it to be a purely hedonistic choice.
The men around the table dropped their trousers and their pants, shamelessly touching themselves in the public sight of such a show. Cocks of all shapes and sizes, of every colour and even pierced or not appeared around that table. Many were touching themselves only so gently, just in an attempt to get as hard as possible perhaps to show everyone their shaft in its full might.
Others, however, were being helped by partners, let that be both men and women, and a handful were thrusting in the air, daydreaming about the chance of penetrating one of the two beautiful women who were play-fighting on that table.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Paul told her. She looked down to find the man’s hand stroking himself. Those inches glistened with precum just begging her to be licked away and swallowed. Embarrassed, she looked away and nodded.
There was a cock in particular that stood out among the others: It belonged to the man she tried to rob only a few moments ago.
It was large, approximately ten inches or maybe a bit less, and it was being held in a hand by no other than Jonathan, who seemed lost in the stroking motion and the chance to hold such a strong and virile man in his own hands. Amira realised how good it must have felt to have such a throbbing, vigorous shaft all for you, just to feel the warmth and the strength of it right in her face.
*Why am I being so horny? I shouldn’t be. I am here to steal.*
“It’s… A lot is happening all at once.” Amira commented. A woman dropped on the floor, her knees solidly placed on the sofa and two of the hosts admiring how dexterous she was while masturbating two men at once.
“Your friend seems to be enjoying himself with an older guest. What can I say, admirable.” Paul commented. Amira saw how Jonathan took it a step further and welcomed the entirety of the man’s penis in his mouth. Although he was struggling and gagging with every motion of his head, he looked so absorbed into the act that he didn’t notice Amira walking past him, ogling the pendant the guest had in his trousers, at his ankles.
Tears were flowing down his closed eyes, but he continued nonetheless, wanting to show the man that he was able to handle such size.
This, however, posed Amira a big problem: The host with his dick in her friend’s mouth now held the prized possession in his trouser’s pocket by his ankles. She simply couldn’t think of a good reason to go around a naked man without posing suspicion.
*I don’t want to, but this might be the only viable solution…* Amira was impulsive by nature, so she didn’t think about this too much.
The woman walked near the guest and greeted him with a smile. Using gestures alone, she asked him if she would have been able to join his friend in the act of sucking his dick.
Through his beard, came a smile. Amira dropped down and immediately started tapping around the guest’s feet for the pocket. She made sure Jonathan’s head wouldn’t crash with hers and lifted it up to kiss his balls, licking them a little too just to make sure his focus was fully diverted from her hands which, in the meanwhile, found a way inside the guest’s pocket.
The warm skin surface and the mixture of sweat and cologne pressing against her lips and tongue was making her wet. The man took his dick away from Jonathan’s mouth and diverted it straight into Amira’s mouth.
There was eye contact while she kneeled there, for a minute or so, forgetting entirely the reason why she was there to begin with, and the man’s groans were encouraging her to suck harder and harder. Her hands travelled up his legs to grab his shaft: Amira coordinated a stroking motion with her left hand while her lips would be sealed and sucking the huge, pulsating cock that filled her mouth so much.
Her finger tapped a cold, metallic surface made of miniscule ovals: The pendant was in her hand.
Her eyes met with Jonathan, who smiled and sucked the part of the guest’s dick she just couldn’t reach, right at the base.
Why was she enjoying this so much? Now that the jewel was in her possession,there was no reason to stay. Yet, every time the tip of this huge penis rubbed against her throat, she just wanted more.
*No, I need to leave now. I am not here to have sex.*
Jonathan nodded as Amira took the man out of his mouth and passed it back to his friend, whose head bobbing accelerated from the significant arousal this caused him.
Amira smiled and tried standing up, catching her breath in the process.
“No.” the man ordered, grabbing her head and forcing her once again to her knees with the most vigorous and harshest of movement. Her hair was still a grip for his hand to use to take full ownership of her mouth as his cock went inside of her once again, thrusting with such strength that Amira gagged.
Helpless to the aggressive and dominant behaviour, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the warm, sliding cock going in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked every inch of him as he began pulsating.
The man came inside of her mouth. Suddenly, a sour taste invaded her.
A string of cum leaked out of her lips, a string Jonathan licked straight from her chin.
“Swallow.”
Amira nodded and swallowed every drop, kissing him and then Jonathan, something that she never thought she would have done.
*Why did I just kiss my friend?*
Fully realising what just happened, Amira stood up, shaking, and saw that the party was now much more than a circle of men and women touching themselves to the sight of two lesbian women on a table.
Masses and masses of naked, masked bodies performing every act imaginable: Multiple dicks for a woman, men surrounded with four or five women at the time, penetrations in every hole possible, hands, mouths, feet, toys, vibrators and even a few contraptions, it was like the most perverse of fantasies and fetishes were fully allowed all of a sudden.
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