Then, he reaches down.
I feel his huge hand grabbing my hair, and he pushes my head down against his cock.
Gallus is so fucking hard that my mouth has no chance to resist him. His slick, drooling pre-cum helps him slide his massive dick deeper and deeper into my mouth, and then down into my throat.
I fight back my gag instinct as he forces me to take inch after inch of his too-big dick; but somehow that pre-cum relaxes my throat and suppresses my gag reflex. Right as I feel even that isn’t going to stop me from gagging, Gallus relents and pulls my hair; pulling back my head until I can finally gasp for air. Spit and pre-cum bursts, dripping from my lips. I’ve never felt so slutty, so used, so turned on...
I love it.
The intensity of the pleasure dress suddenly increases, and I know this must be the height of sensation. Surely, it can’t go any higher – I’d die.
It’s suddenly like a thousand little tongues lapping at full speed all over my body – at every part of my skin that the fabric touches. I shudder and squirm, but there’s no relent. The moment I’ve caught my breath, Gallus forces my tiny mouth back down on his huge cock, and I stretch my lips even wider, feeling his pre-cum soaked dick pressing deep down my throat.
It’s like the pre-cum somehow turns off my gag reflex completely now, as Gallus presses my head down into his lap. It’s as if my body is adapting to his dominance; evolving to accommodate his oversized shaft and unrelenting lust.
Even as I struggle to breath, I can’t stop pumping the other two Aurelians’ cocks, my hands slithering up and down their pre-cum slick shafts, and my palm massaging the heads of them faster and faster. All the while, the pleasure dress brings me closer and closer to a crescendo of lust.
I’m in a trance as Gallus presses my head down deeper and deeper into his lap, forcing me to take more and more of his dick. The pleasure dress pulls itself closer to my body, as if it’s alive, and suddenly the teasing material is wedged directly against my clit – sending lightning waves of sensation washing all across me.
I can’t stop myself from cumming – my mind lost as I suddenly gasp and moan, mumbling around the cock buried in my throat, unable to make any sound other than a slutty, slopping drooling noise as Gallus grunts.
Now, all I want is for him to unleash himself deep down my throat – and as Cyrus warned me the day that I arrived here: Be careful what you wish for.
Suddenly, Gallus’s cock twitches – throbbing hard as wave after wave of pleasure fills me from my orgasm.
While I’m cumming harder than I ever have before, Gallus unleashes himself into my mouth. There’s no question of swallowing. His dick is forced so far down my throat, he is simply pumping stream after stream of scalding cum directly into my stomach. I’m desperate for air, and I feel my vision going blurry from the intensity of my orgasm, but I wouldn’t struggle free even if I wanted to.
Varian and Cyrus groan at the same time, and their cocks suddenly explode beneath my stoking fingers; spurting streams of hot cum straight upwards and splattering across the floor and my body – raining down on me like a hot, sticky storm.
Lighting pleasure is overpowering my body – the pleasure dress isn’t just buzzing against my clit, but also pulling at my nipples and caressing every inch of skin that it touches.
That – combined with the heat and wetness of the Aurelians spurting themselves all over me – is almost too much to endure. I’ve never felt so right even as my sanity is leaving my body.
The pleasure dress won’t stop, and I have no free hands to pull it from my clitoris. It’s a humming, buzzing pleasure that insists on making me squirm to the point of insanity – a delicious torture that threatens to drive me mad.
I know I’d be whimpering if my mouth wasn’t so full of Gallus’s huge cock – and right when I think I’m going to pass from the intensity of it all, Gallus pulls hard against my hair, yanking my mouth from his cock. The last two spurts of his hot cum splatter out over my lips, coating me in his seed.
I fall to the floor, like a puddle of helplessness, gasping and panting and unable to move as my legs twitch from the afterglow of orgasm.
The pleasure dress suddenly stops – giving me blessed relief from the utterly overwhelming sensations that were torturing my body and melting my very mind.
For a second, we are all still – gasping and panting. Then, Varian pushes his chair back and reaches down beneath the table. I take his hand gratefully and he gently pulls me out from under the table and helps me to my unsteady feet.
Without asking the other two men, he lifts me up and carries me out of the room. It’s like I weigh nothing, the way he just scoops me up into his arms.
“Out,” Varian yells, and I hear people leaving and scurrying from his path. He must be sending the servants and servers they’d hired for tonight fleeing; and I shiver in delicious humiliation at the thought of them seeing me like this; red faced, and panting, and covered in their cum.
Yet, I can barely focus my eyes to look at them. I’m still so lost from the pleasure of it all. I can feel their sticky seed all over me, and I feel like such a slut as my body signals that it craves more.
Varian eventually carries me to another lounge, and sits down on a huge couch. There, he holds me tight against his body. I can feel his heart pounding in his huge, muscular chest – hammering relentlessly against me as it
