I blinked at Re in shock.
“It's just a little fun, Tima,” Kirill whispered in my ear as he undid the zipper of my dress.
My clothing fell to the floor as the other men closed in. Soon, I was naked and being lifted onto the table. Kirill laid me back gently as Re positioned my legs; knees bent over the curving edge. Azrael and Odin spread my thighs as Toby came forward with a blindfold.
“I don't get to watch?” I pouted.
The men settled into their seats and grinned at me.
“You wouldn't be able to choose,” Toby said as he slid the blindfold over my face. “This way, you'll be impartial.”
Darkness blocked out the images of my men sitting at that round table in their designer suits, but I could still see them in my mind. And I could see myself; laid out naked before them, hair fanned out beneath me and legs spread wide. I shivered from the eroticism of it, the blatant sexual hedonism. The blindfold forced me to focus on my other senses and my body instantly became more sensitive; anticipating the coming pleasure. I could smell each of them and their rising arousal; a heady, primal aroma that enhanced my excitement. And all that was before they spun me slowly. When the table stopped, I had no idea who was sitting between my legs.
The men to either side of contestant #1 held my thighs apart wide enough that I couldn't even feel the man's face or hair against my skin. They allowed me no clue as to whose mouth descended on my sex or whose tongue laved at me from bottom to top in one, languorous lick. I moaned and tried to move my hips toward that pleasure, but the hands on my thighs held me securely. The other men stayed quiet as the first man feasted; making sure that I couldn't rule out who wasn't between my legs, sucking and tonguing me greedily. Whoever he was, he worked me expertly to release; the tip of his tongue flicking over my clit ferociously until I screamed.
A cool, wet cloth bathed my heated flesh, and I settled down into a glorious lassitude. Then my whole body turned with the table as I panted through aftershocks. Another man set himself between my thighs and lowered his mouth to my core. Hard sucking came immediately, and I nearly did as well. But then the technique shifted. A thick tongue rubbed over me insistently like a pressed palm before firm lips moved side-to-side rapidly. My thighs tensed and shivered through an explosive orgasm.
Before I made it back down to Earth, the cloth was back; washing me and cooling me down for the next attempt. My head spun with the table as I was turned to be pleasured by yet another mystery mouth. The wet sounds of lips on my sex added to the sensations of a flicking, sucking, and thrusting tongue.
I writhed on the table, my hands massaging my own breasts since no one else would touch me. The man between my legs paused as my hands were pulled away from my body.
“Uh-uh-uh, Lala,” Re chided me. “There can be nothing but the pleasure we give you if you're to judge fairly. Be a good girl or I'll have to spank you later.”
“That is hardly an incentive for me to behave,” I purred.
Re laughed and then it went quiet again, and the lips returned to their endeavors. I moaned and thrashed and clawed my way through every man's efforts until they had each given me an incredible orgasm and my body was left shivering and clenching through wild spasms that wouldn't stop.
“Somebody had better fuck me right fucking now!” I nearly screamed as I tore the blindfold off.
“Give us a number, and the winner will,” Re said. “Who was your favorite?”
“I don't fucking know!” I cried out in frustration.
“You have to choose, Lala.” Re smirked. “Don't ruin the game.”
“Number Two,” I growled.
Kirill grinned triumphantly as the other men groaned. The table spun as Kirill turned me to face him, and I sat up to help him out of his jacket. Kirill shrugged it off as he caught my mouth in a savage kiss. I clung to him; preventing any more of his clothing from being shed, but Kirill didn't let that stop him. He undid his pants and thrust into me still clothed. I cried out into his mouth, and he began a rapid pace.
Kirill laid me back on the table, and the rest of them descended. I stroked my fingers through silky hair and circled them around thick erections as talented mouths sucked and hot tongues licked my body. I was screaming in release again in no time, and as I did, Azrael slid himself into my mouth. I groaned around the velvet steel and sucked him deeper.
Kirill shoved me forward until my head angled back over the edge. Az gripped the sides of the table and thrust himself down my throat. I groaned and shivered through the beautifully barbaric euphoria as Kirill lifted my legs and pushed them back, his hands beneath my bent knees, until they nearly touched the table. He held them there with his palms and used my body as leverage for his violent pummeling. Kirill pulled out to come in hot streams across my stomach, and I focused on Az. But after someone cleaned my belly, talented fingers took Kirill's place, and when Azrael began to come, I was right there with him.
Then I was spinning again.
Odin suddenly stood between my legs; his gorgeous, clean-shaven face smiling sensually as he slid into me, giving a few thrusts until his cock was slick.
“Perfect; you're dripping wet.” Odin rocked his hips against me, grinding his pelvis over my clit, and then
