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Play Group Sex Slave Auction -- part 3

Maura reached for the sash that held her sightless but was stopped by Kathy. “No, Love, you may NOT remove your blindfold yet. Don’t worry, though. We’ll make sure you don’t starve.” Again, they all laughed. “Peggy, please go upstairs and bring down that dish that I brought. The blue-flowered casserole dish in the fridge. It’s the fruity strawberry whip. And the rest of you -- anyone who has any thought about enjoying Maura tonight -- had better get out of your clothes. NOW.”

The edge in her voice let everyone know that Kathy was totally in charge of tonight’s activities. Maura, her aural sense enhanced by her blindness, heard the clinking of belts and the rustle of clothing being removed. She tried to envision the men. Would they already be hard from observing her being eaten by Kathy? Would they be leaking pre-cum from swollen cocks? Were they even still looking at her as she recovered her strength? Or were they now looking at Kathy as she, no doubt, divested herself of the rest of her clothing?

She heard Peggy coming downstairs. “Sorry it took so long. I had to find spoons because it is .... Omigod, I feel so overdressed! Maybe I’ll just pass this dish along and save it for a second dessert!”

“Set it down on this table, Peggy,” directed Kathy. “We all agree that you’re overdressed. Gentlemen, won’t you please help this lady get more comfortable?”

Maura heard Peggy’s giggling turn into shrieks of laughter as she was set upon and stripped by the men. Ever the ticklish one, the men spent considerable effort to find her most sensitive spots. Once she was naked, Kathy said, “I think it’s time for Maura to eat. Give me a spoon so that my slave can be fed. Sit up, Slave.” Maura obliged. “I think you will like this dish that I brought. It’s rather sweet; and it contains four ingredients often considered aphrodisiacs for both men and women. Men have been known to get extra hard erections that last for hours; and women are generally stimulated and given extra stamina. I think you’ll like it -- and so will the rest of us. Would you like to try some?”

The very thought of consuming the concoction started Maura’s brain reeling again. The idea of being taken sexually by the men did not concern her. Rather, from the description insinuated by Kathy, this sounded more like a gang r*pe. That was not something that Maura fancied. She liked to enjoy her sexual dalliances -- but usually with her in the driver’s seat.

“I-I guess so,” said Maura. “Should I, Rob?” she asked her spouse hesitantly.

“I think you might enjoy this very much, Maura,” he replied.

“Okay. I guess I could try a little. How do I eat it?”

“Why off a cock, of course,” laughed Kathy. “And here’s your next challenge. I’ll spoon this dessert onto one man’s cock and slather it all the way down to his balls. You will then use only your mouth to lick it off completely. You can suck that cock in as far as you like, Maura. Once you have eaten your portion in this way, you will have to tell us whose cock it was that was feeding you. If you guess correctly, I will go easy on you tonight. But if you guess wrong ... well, .... Let’s just hope that you guess right.”

Maura’s head was spinning. Kathy’s dark side was emerging, and she again envisioned being gang r*ped if she guessed incorrectly. With four men as possible utensils, how would she know who was feeding her the love potion? She assumed she could recognize the cock of her own husband. Perhaps Alex, too, who was similar in size. Then there was Don who, at almost nine inches, could not be mistaken for either of the first two. If it was just these three, Maura felt she had a sporting chance.

The wild card was Tom. Although Kathy and Tom had been members of the club for a few weeks, Maura had never had the opportunity to size him up physically. He always wound up with Peggy, for some reason. She wracked her brain for any conversation from the other women about Tom’s size. Peggy always bragged about her Don’s “package”; but Kathy was not into physical descriptions. Did that mean that Tom was average? Or did it simply mean that she didn’t brag? What if Tom was sized like Rob and Alex -- or like Don, for that matter? Either way she was screwed, she thought. Only if he was remarkably different could she recognize Tom.

“Okay, I’m ready to eat,” she said with an air of bravado she did not truly feel. “Bring me my dessert, Kathy.”

Maura, ever resourceful, had conceived a plan! Of course, she would take the hard cock deep into her throat to gain perspective on size; but in addition, she would gain valuable information from the sounds her lover made. Alex had an unmistakable groan -- especially when she deep-throated him. Rob had a higher-pitched moan when he was pleasured by her talented tongue. Don, despite his size and Peggy’s bragging about it, generally came quickly compared to Alex -- especially when swallowed whole as Maura was quite capable of doing even with so large an instrument. “This may not be so difficult after all,” she thought.

She also figured that by rubbing her breasts against her lover she could distinguish between the smooth-chested Don and the hairy chests of Rob and Alex. Again, Tom was the wild card. She thought she remembered that he had little body hair; but she had never been nestled in the sweet confines of his embrace.

Maura became positively giddy when she remembered that each of her three prior lovers had a distinct flavor in their pre-cum and seminal fluids. She had stored each flavor in her memory bank. Now she was elated and sure she would meet the challenge. “Bring it on, Kathy,” she crowed triumphantly.

“Okay, Maura. You sound awfully sure of yourself, Honey. Let me just put a bib around Mr. X so that you can’t feel anything except his cock as he feeds you this wonderful taste treat that is guaranteed to keep you -- and him -- up all night long.”

“Damn,” thought Maura. “There’s one clue I won’t get -- feeling his chest. But my other markers will still be there.”

“You can all have some of this strawberry whip, but limit yourself to two heaping tablespoons or you could be in big trouble,” Kathy said. “Open your mouth, Maura, and taste this delicious treat I brought. I brought enough to ensure that we all enjoy ourselves; but I was thinking especially of you when I made it. I didn’t want your job to be too easy. First class slut that you are, I figured that you’d suck the man dry and count on identifying him by the flavor of his man-juices. Sorry, but that just won’t cut it.” Kathy laughed gleefully, knowing full well that another of Maura’s ploys had been thwarted. “Eat, Maura. Eat all of it and feel your pussy start to flow without any stimulation at all! Feed my slave. NOW.”

Maura sensed a cock approaching her mouth and she opened wide to accommodate it. The concoction was a heavily-scented strawberry flavor, laced abundantly with cinnamon candies that had been crushed into the mixture. Maura could smell nothing but strawberry and cinnamon; and her taste buds were instantly dulled by the acidic candy. “Concentrate on the cock,” she thought. “Nothing else will give me a clue. That wench has me beat, otherwise.” She licked the frothy mixture off the sides of the penis, momentarily forgetting to measure her server.

“You can have up to eight servings like this, Maura. I must warn you, though, that every time a loaded cock is sucked clean in your mouth another dose of the aphrodisiac gets into your system. For safety reasons, I can’t let you have more than eight helpings. Otherwise you’ll wear out all our men and go running naked through the streets seeking some hard dicks to fuck you senseless. Are we having fun yet, Maura?”

Maura did not want to get too high on the aphrodisiacs -- whatever they were. Still, she wanted to guess correctly so that she could at least partially control her own destiny.

“I’d like another taste, Kathy,” she said. Instantly the cock was delivered to her waiting mouth. Maura tried to gauge the circumference of the cock. Was it bigger around than Rob’s shaft -- the one she so loved to swallow? She ovalled her lips around the feeding penis to judge its girth as best she could; but her lips were on fire from the crushed cinnamon candies and she couldn’t be certain.

“Another one.” She almost added “Bitch,” but thought better of it. Once again, she was fed. This time, after sucking off as much of the feathery substance as she could, the lovely Maura sucked the ultra-hard cock into the deep recesses of her throat. She didn’t gag at all -- not even from the stinging cinnamon. That alone told the beautiful fellatrix that the server was not Don with his magnificent nine inch cock. “One down,” she thought.

“I want a big helping this time, please,” said Maura. Although a double helping would push her closer to Nympho Land, she figured that a more prolonged exposure to her talented tongue would force the server to make some recognizable sound. He had made no sound thus far. Despite her best efforts -- and they were considerable -- her server remained totally silent. Unbeknownst to Maura, he had been gagged by Kathy thus denying Maura still another means of identification. He was not unhappy, however, as Kathy and Peggy kept him rock hard between servings, using both their hands and their mouths on him. Maura DID hear some moans and gasps from the men in general as they watched this spectacle unfold; but she could not identify who was uttering which sounds.

Maura was perspiring from her forehead now. Her mind was beginning to play tricks on her; and she felt like someone was tickling her stomach from the inside. She felt her vagina opening without intrusion; and she realized that she was beginning to thrust her pelvis forward at ... nothing ... seeking penetration from SOMETHING. “I can’t go on like this much longer,” she thought. “I need relief soon.”

“I’ll try one more time,” she gasped.

“And does our little fuckslut want another double serving?” leered Kathy.

Although Maura felt the fire raging through her loins already, she knew she needed time to focus on the cock which fed her. She was pretty sure that it wasn’t Rob. The movement didn’t feel quite right. That meant it had to be either Alex or Tom. She wracked her brain trying to recall every nuance of Alex’s cock the last time she had fellated him. She remembered the upturned head and how it had felt in her mouth as it lodged against the back of her throat. With this kinesthetic image in her mind, she asked for one more double serving.

She was treated to yet another dose of the strawberry whip. Her taste buds had all but lost their ability to recognize anything. As she cleaned the penile shaft from the bottom to the top with the tip of her tongue she thought she felt a rough surface. “I don’t remember anything rough on Alex’s cock -- or Rob’s either, for that matter,” she thought. “This has to be Tom.”

She was not completely convinced; but she asked in a timorous voice, “Is it Tom?”

“Why, yes. It is Tom,” said Kathy. “Take off her sash, Rob, so she can see my husband’s cock in all its glory.”

The blindfold was removed in a flash; yet it took Maura a full two minutes to adjust to the ambient light. There was Tom, now having his dick sucked by Peggy who was slurping ravenously at the tube of flesh while fingering herself frantically. “I wonder how much of this strawberry whip she’s had,” mused Maura. “She looks really pretty far gone.”

She noticed that all of the men were sporting sizable erections -- even Don and Alex who were sitting off to the side watching the others. Alex’s cock was pointed straight at Maura while Don’s reached heavenward to its full height. Rob was standing behind Kathy who had trapped his erect piston between her thighs. Maura’s sex was beginning to tingle as she was ready for more action.

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