Chapter 143 - Wedding anniversary (1)

Married life in the Gremory family can sometimes be really stressful, and Arslan Gremory isn't always considerate of her, and for Bryanna, it took her to a fun night out at a Striptease Club in the Human World.

~xXx~

A bright flash of red light lit up the night sky for just a single moment.

"Hoh! Hoh! Bryanna, wait, just wait for me! What is this about?" Said a slightly confused male voice.

There was the sound of a door opening with a thunderous crash. Then another sound of a door closing with the same force. Engulfed in stormy flames, the blond-haired woman disappeared into the space between the worlds, leaving her home behind.

"Serious?" A man ran to where the blond-haired woman had been a few moments ago. "What the hell was that?"

"Oh, you idiot…" Said a female voice dryly, behind the man, the voice belonged to a woman, who was laughing lazily into his palm. "What you did that made her really crazy this time. And on top of today, of all days..."

"Why? What do you have today?" The man asked genuinely confused out loud. "It's not like it's ever important."

Another laugh. There were actually lots of laughs, there was a lot more laughter from inside the house behind her.

The woman at the door seemed to ignore all of this, including that same question, as she continued to stare up at the cloudy night sky. "Well I hope she doesn't do anything stupid..." The woman muttered to herself. "But knowing her as well as I… have fun Bryanna."

~xXx~

Although WAKAME had gorgeous and luxurious decorations, a sumptuous and understated exterior, interior design, and a reputation for upscale clientele, it was still ultimately a strip club, one of many in Kabukichou. Like many who claimed its services were a notch above most other male-oriented strip clubs, it presented a central area for dancers to do their work, yet "sophisticated" in appearance and ambience. There were also a myriad of closed cabins, divided by thick soundproof walls, as well as larger rooms at the back of the building for those who could pay for them. And there, "elite" strippers subcontracted on-site or even hired by clients could perform privately. There were other rooms for other, more... clandestine purposes so to speak. It also featured a bar, which was utterly desolate except for one very peculiar and unusual sight: a woman sitting there, immersed in her empty glasses.

"Hey, hit me again!" The woman yelled, pointing her empty glass at the bartender on the other side. The latter hesitated, looking back with a certain expression on his face before moving closer to meet the woman's demand. As he filled several glasses with alcohol, she curiously asked, "What the hell are you taking so long to serve me anyway? This is pretty bad service if you ask me!"

The bartender hesitated, as if he had something to say, before nodding his head and bowing, "I'm so sorry about that, dear customer."

Now, the presence of a woman here would be nothing unusual, especially given the very nature of this particular establishment. But, of course, it was quite unusual to see a beautiful foreign-looking woman here who wasn't celebrating for her husband or boyfriend for some bizarre reason or another, or looking angrily at said partners with menacing looks on their faces. It made the bartender wonder if the woman was somehow lost, perhaps because she had misinterpreted the high-class exterior for a bar with a slightly less despicable purpose.

There was also another reason for the general confusion. For example, the "bartender" holding all the games with drinks in hand was not the bartender at all. He had bartending skills, sure, in his nearly ten years of work he'd picked up a few things, but he wasn't currently employed here. He had come in with his friends and drinking buddies as customers. They had bought the whole place for his friend's birthday that night, and they were hoping the place would be full. Before they could lock, however, this beautiful blonde stumbled in, demanding a drink, and one of them had to introduce himself as the bartender.

"Should we just tell her or not?" One of them whispered to the waiter. They all sat at a table sipping their own drinks.

"No, at least until that dancer of yours comes in." Said the birthday boy, exhaling cigar smoke from his mouth. "Fuck this shit is great, frankly it works customs and wonderful, thank goodness that bastard gave me these fucking Lakurhus."

The bartender made a "tsk" sound with his mouth closed. He looked a little irate. "I really didn't expect to work today. But I think I owe the manager a lot." He muttered under his breath. They got a discount for having the whole place to themselves because he was a friend of the manager. They were ready to start their pre-party celebrations when the blonde woman stumbled in, yelling for a heavy drink. If she were any other woman, she would have been severely rejected with a reprimand, but they were taken aback by the woman's beauty. Unable to explain the truth, the man took on the role of "bartender" and did everything he could to carry out the woman's demands.

"Still, would you look at that body?" Said the first guy. "I'm definitely thinking about her tonight as we celebrate with this girl of yours."

The woman was dressed all in black: a blouse and skirt set, along with fine silk stockings that perfectly accentuated her sensual legs, especially when they were dangling, dangling, from the stool. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned, revealing slender collarbones, milky pale skin, and large breasts that looked barely contained by her clothes. Overall, her body was very curvaceous, with a narrow waist, wide, fertile hips and a rather plump ass.

They hadn't seen anything like this before: it was like looking at a sex and fertility goddess. The three men couldn't look away and did their best to avoid the woman's attention.

"Yes." Said the birthday boy. "Like I'm not so fucking hard already, thanks for that."

"She looks at least as old as my daughter." He eyed the bartender curiously.

As they talked amongst themselves, the blonde they were lustily examining sighed deeply into her full glass. Reflected in the swirling surface of the drink was a story of her sordid experience.

She was Bryanna Gremory, born in House Sitri.

A pureblood Fiend, happily married to one of the most wonderful men in the world, in her opinion, who was also one of the strongest Fiends in the world today. Arslan Gremory. The long years since they'd known each other as two children had inevitably allowed love to blossom, and resulted in marriage not so long ago, it was as glorious as it was touching. The only thing that harmed him, slightly, was the wedding right after hers. And the one after said. And then said too. And another wedding. Again. And again and again. For her beloved Arslan owned a harem, and Bryanna's marriage was the turning point for all the others to start moving in and relocating as their official wives. Therefore, they begged her permission to marry. And these other harem members were people Bryanna loved and respected, which made accepting the deal a little easier. Still, it became difficult to keep Arslan to himself, and in time reality sank after a year or so of domestic life. His life as Demons was never completely dull: if it wasn't for another creature emerging, ready to destroy everything as one of many crazy and pointless schemes; it was the newly emerging destructive politics among the harem members, who now secretly compete to monopolize Arslan's affections.

And, of course, Arslan, being a Demon influenced by the sin of Lust, was easily distracted and allowed himself to be pulled this way and that with a sack of potatoes. Now, that kindness of his that was endearing to Bryanna, but lately it seemed like they didn't have time for each other anymore as much as she liked. And Arslan being Arslan meant his "unofficial" harem, meaning those who hadn't been married yet, just kept growing and growing for what seemed like any other time. It had become a literal zoo in her home, as her co-sister Leticia had said, and even Bryanna eventually felt suffocated by it. The straw that definitely broke the camel's back had just been tonight.

Today was her wedding anniversary. The holiest of days, when it became a general rule in the harem that all other members were forbidden to interfere, unless the celebrant so wished, of course. Roxanne, for example, had demanded the attention of the entire harem, citing a Bael family tradition that led to that memorable night when Bryanna had sex with several women.

Bryanna had been looking forward to their birthday this year for a long time, and even prepared things that only a loving wife would do for her husband. She wore sexy lingerie, layered with boldness, the audacity of the Demon beneath her clothes, and put on scents and perfume to ensure she could hold his attention when the time came. She had ensured that nothing, and no one, not even a god, interfered with her day. She even prepared for her own sex, anticipating her husband's virility and ability. Unfortunately, in the end, he forgot about that. He had forgotten about his wedding anniversary. He had forgotten there was even a birthday. It was their wedding anniversary, as well as his own birthday.

Arslan appeared, dressed in casual clothes, and commented on seeing a movie with this new woman he had just "befriended".

The sheer rage that threatened to boil up inside her almost had her attacking her husband right then and there with her powerful, destructive magics. All the pent-up frustrations, all the wasted moments, the unfulfilled affection, it all collided with her. She didn't even give him an answer. She simply left, running out of her house and into the human world, filled with raw, hot rage. The pain in her heart made her stagger to random places like a restless ghost, completely unaware of where she was going. This place was where she finally exhausted her feelings, where her tears finally dried up. All that was left was a aching, throbbing emptiness in her heart, and a need to fill it with alcohol, that great equalizer of pain and joy.

As she moaned and reminisced on the bar stool, the other three men in the room continued their muttered gossip to the side. They continued to stare at the large digital clock affixed to the far wall, counting the minutes until the appointment. That's when they definitely had to kick the woman out.

"What a way to spend a birthday, huh?" Said the first man.

"Do not worry." Said the birthday boy. "It made it interesting."

"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who needs to make drinks." complained the bartender.

"Hey, I would like to serve her drinks." Said the first man. He smirked and winked. "And serve her a lot more than that, anyway." Upon seeing the faces of his friends, he just snorted. "Oh, stop it. I know you would be thinking the same thing."

"An impossible thing." said the birthday boy, shaking his head.

"And we're all old enough not to get carried away by wild imaginations." Said the bartender.

"But you would if you had the chance." The other two raised their eyebrows at him, as if he'd grown several heads.

"Sure, fuck."

"Is that a question?"

They laughed at themselves. When the bartender looked at the bar, his smile froze. The woman's eyes met his; her face now turned menacingly toward them.

"Oiii... What the hell are you doing, relaxing there?" the woman said, her voice slightly slurred.

"…and she's getting annoying." muttered the bartender.

So she surprised everyone when she got to her feet, carrying her last shot, and stumbled toward them. Despite her uncertain and unsteady gait, her glass never spilled. She approached the table, causing the bartender to move and try to shoo her away.

"Er...dear customer." The bartender stammered. "That's not exactly-"

The other two just watched, confused. Once again her eyes were drawn to the woman's plump body, in particular her beautifully shaped twin mounds that looked like they were going to spill out of her blouse any second. The first man smiled appreciatively.

"You and I are the only ones in this place, so why not?" The woman asked quickly, she frowned as she looked around. "Why the hell is it so empty anyway? A flashy place like this…should have a lot more customers, right?"

"There is a special reason for this." Said the first man. He leaned forward in his chair, and the others already recognized what it was: the friend was already preparing to flirt, like the rake he was. "Would you like to hear it?"

"Enjoy me." Bryanna said. She acted like some kind of nobility, sitting there. The men stared, unable to fully understand this kind of attitude from a woman half her age.

"Well, this guy is having a birthday, you know. And then we thought we'd give him a little party to celebrate. Buy the whole place, for one night, give him a good show... We even booked a girl for some action sexy."

The other two glanced sideways at their friend's outspoken statements, though, in hindsight, it seemed pretty obvious to anyone entering this place.

Bryanna's eyes wandered to the dance pole. "…I see. So it's more or less like a bachelor party?"

"Ahaha, not exactly. But pretty close to that. We're not really going into that kind of debauchery."

The others looked at him in silence, disbelieving, asking that silent question even though he ignored them.

"You know my husband never had a bachelor party." she said, swirling her drink. The testimony surprised them, especially the husband's. "He didn't even know what it was.... And I really liked it a lot." The woman emptied her glass.

They could all just gulp and watch her throat move into her sexy, creamy-skinned throat.

The men exchanged a look.

"I am very sorry to have to ask this, dear customer." Said the bartender. "But it seems to me that there are problems at home?"

Bryanna quickly threw back her head and laughed. "Hah! You could say that again. And it's all his fault. It doesn't matter if he gets it right. It doesn't matter if he gets it all." Bryanna rose from her seat, swaying slightly. She turned and muttered something else unintelligible to them. She was heading straight for the entrance.

The first man quickly nudged the bartender, who frowned at his friend's sharp, silent gaze. "Er, I miss the customer! If you don't mind, would you like to have a drink here with us?"

Bryanna turned her head. "Why? You have a party going on right? I don't want to impose."

"It will be on the house." Said the bartender with a shrug. "And besides, it looks like you need them."

Bryanna stared at him for a few long moments before pouting. "Fuck alright!" she said, turning around. "You know what, fuck you! And fuck him too." Bryanna said quickly and leaned back in her seat with them. "Give me your best if it's really on the house. Let's drink for the birthday boy here."

"Are you sure about that?" The bartender asked in a whisper.

The first man shrugged as he whispered back. "Why not? The girl isn't here yet. Let's enjoy some special audiovisual stimulation before we get to the real physical part. And there's a fifty percent chance the girl isn't as adorable as this woman here, so that's all fair. You agree right?" The first man asked the birthday boy, who nodded seriously as he stared at Bryanna.

"Fine, whatever." The bartender muttered, before once again heading to the bar to get some drinks.

"Wait, is he your friend or something?" Bryanna asked, indicating the bartender.

"Yeah, he's not... He's not really the bartender here. Well, he knows how to run the bar, but..." The birthday boy said. "You kind of forced him to work when you walked in."

"Oh I'm sorry." Bryanna said, her voice full of sympathy. "I should apologize!"

"No, no, don't worry about it." Said the first man. "He's the one who even made our drinks before you came in. Anyway, this is just an extension of what he was doing."

"After all, it's my birthday." Said the birthday boy.

"Yuh, that's a good point." replied the first man, snapping his fingers. "A very good point."

"If you're sure…" Bryanna said, still a little dubious about it.

"Well, here he comes. We can ask him in person. Hey, you're okay with making us drinks, right?" Said the first man, as the bartender returned with a tray of freshly poured drink, along with other freshly opened bottles.

"What the hell?" asked the bartender, confused.

"The lady wanted to know if she was bothering you." Said the first man. Before the bartender could respond, he continued, "And I told her, no, because it's your commitment as a friend to give our birthday boy your best, right?"

A silent look passed between them.

"It's not my first choice." The bartender nodded grudgingly, before smiling at the lady. "But I'm happy to serve in any case."

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Bryanna said, bowing slightly. The others bowed in turn, and were also quite surprised that this foreign-looking woman with an otherworldly beauty knew the local customs. There was more to her than meets the eye, even before she'd put her wedding band aside on her finger.

Each served a sip from the bottles or took one of the glasses already served. Even the bartender took his.

"For the birthday boy." shouted the first man. "And your very special day!"

"Health!"

"Congratulations for another year, sir." Bryanna said, with her glass raised. "If it wouldn't be rude to ask, how many does that make?"

"Thirty-three now." said the birthday boy with a grunt as he took a sip of his drink.

"Ah, very young then." Bryanna said quickly.

They all blinked at this strange observation. Apparently none of them could muster the proper reaction to this, as the first man simply changed the subject and moved on to another topic altogether.

"Tell us…" The first man began, smiling slightly, "What's your story then ma'am? Why the long face?"

The others gave him a lot of warning looks for being a little cheeky. But apparently Bryanna didn't mind at all.

"If you really want to know…" Bryanna began. "It's such a stupid thing, my husband."

"Ahhh..." Everyone looked at her sympathetically.

"Don't understand things." Bryanna said, smiling sadly. "He's not a bad guy. There really was no problem with how things were, or are... It's just that he..." Bryanna hesitated.

"Hey, uh, it's okay." Said the bartender. "You don't have to tell us everything, ma'am."

"Yes." Said the birthday boy, joining the conversation. "You shouldn't be bothered for us."

"It is not alright." Bryanna said as she wiped her slightly damp eyes. "Because…like I said, it's all really stupid." Bryanna sighed, her shoulders shaking as if she were struggling to unload all of his emotions. "Today is our wedding anniversary."

Once again, the men made sounds of understanding. We've all been there, words they would have said, but as wise as they were, they knew it was probably the wrong thing to say to this woman right now. "We know what it's like" was something they would have said to the husband, not the angry wife.

"I mean…" Bryanna continued, before downing another shot. "This is just the first fight. No…it shouldn't mean anything. I love him and I know he loves me. There's no doubt about it. It's just…" Bryanna shrugged helplessly.

Without saying a word, the first man raised a glass, which the others mirrored. Bryanna refilled her shot and returned the salute. After swallowing the burning liquor, she smacked her lovely lips and shook her head.

"Well don't let my bad day spoil your experience." Bryanna said, waving at the birthday boy. "It's your birthday, isn't it? You shouldn't let this heavy stuff get to you. Enough about me then. What about you guys? What's the story?"

The three men pleased her by answering, presenting themselves on her behalf.

The first man boldly risked his own credentials. He was Lewis, thirty-eight years old, and a successful businessman of some reputation, representing a number of local and international companies. He was a veteran of several divorces and was even now preparing for another divorce, and a marriage shortly thereafter, though he didn't mention it to Bryanna.

The birthday boy, who had already mentioned his thirty-three-year-old son-in-law, was Wayne, a perpetual bachelor who, however, had several children. He owned a telecommunications company that aired several award-winning programs. This party was tailor-made for him personally, as he was the only one among them who could never commit to a relationship, and had actually run away from an arranged marriage between his family at sixteen.

Finally, the bartender, Rudy, was the youngest at thirty-one and was currently an adviser to a politician, although he had been through a number of other jobs, including bartending. He was a family man, he had two small children.

While talking to these men, these humans, Bryanna was strangely touched by the genuine warmth of her personalities as they fought and interacted with each other and with her. Much of her time had been spent among supernatural beings with varied and rather irritating personalities. The comparatively quieter companionship of these humans had a marked effect on her, which made the drink much more palatable. They weren't as loud and proud as she knew most men were, either, though they had their moments of laughter as they took turns making lewd jokes.

Eventually, after a while, the conversation died out. "Boy, it's taking too long." Lewis said, looking at the watch on his wrist. It was said in a whisper so low that Bryanna suspected she shouldn't hear it. But she really listened anyway.

"Wait a minute, let me call the agency." Said Rudy, who got up and walked away a bit to use his cell phone.

When she looked at Lewis, he gave her a quick smile. "Sorry about that. We're just waiting for someone..."

"I know. The "high class" stripper, right?"

Lewis chuckled weakly. He scratched the side of his head. "...Yes, we knew she was going to be a little late. But it's taking a little longer than we expected. And the night isn't getting any younger."

"All right." Wayne said. "I don't mind at all. And we can always have that hot spring party you talked about before."

"Oh right, that." Lewis said, her eyes turning to Bryanna with a touch of anxiety. "...Yes, we can certainly talk about that. Later."

"WHICH?" came Rudy's scream, which surprised even Bryanna. Everyone turned to see the bartender, who gestured furiously at them. "Come here!" he nodded to Lewis. Lewis got up and ran, leaving Bryanna alone at the table with Wayne. The latter smiled awkwardly at her as the two men began some kind of heated argument that Bryanna could barely hear.

But she heard enough to understand what was going on: apparently the girl they hired couldn't make it, and the agency canceled, offering a refund and their profuse apologies. Lewis then asked for the possibility of an alternative solution: sending another girl, but the agency couldn't offer that at the moment. The party therefore got into trouble, making Rudy and Lewis furious. In a way, it was refreshing to see these humans react like this. It made them, well, human. She remembered some acquaintances who would have gone into megalomaniac rages over these things.

The two then called Wayne and the three discussed the current situation in rather furtive tones. Bryanna still listened to them as she absently took a sip of her drink. The two explained the situation and apologized to Wayne for all the confusion. Wayne seemed to be the understanding type, but it looked like the others weren't taking it very well. Then they began to discuss alternatives they could do. At this point, Bryanna turned them off.

They weren't a bad bunch, in all honesty. And they were able to make her feel a little better with their company, making her forget, even for a little bit, about her fight with Arslan. And maybe it was just the drinks talking, but for some reason, right now, she felt a little more…free. As if there were invisible shackles around her that she didn't even know existed… and then they disappeared.

The three men were already talking about calling it a night and setting off on that promised trip to the hot springs next month.

"Heyyy you guys…" Bryanna yelled, standing up. The three men turned to her with surprised looks. As she approached, she made sure to loosen her clothing slightly. "...So I assume the girl didn't show up?"

"Uhh...yeah. It's a shame, but that's how things go." Lewis said.

"Awww, but this is too bad for you." Bryanna said, addressing Wayne. The man laughed and shook his head.

"We even had the entire seat booked and everything." Rudy muttered.

"You know…I just have a stellar idea," Bryanna said, her voice low and muffled. "Why don't I take that girl's place?"

For a while there was only silence. Wide-eyed, slack-jawed silence as she smiled. Surprisingly, it was Wayne who broke it.

"Um...ma'am, are you serious now?"

The other two coughed loudly, their nervous smiles betraying their emotions. To Bryanna, they didn't look offended or angry, but definitely more surprised and intrigued by her proposal.

"I am. Turns out there's a stage there, ready for me." Bryanna said, pointing to the central area with the dance pole. As she spoke, she began to unbutton her blouse and, as she expected, her eyes immediately followed her movements. "Yeah, man, it doesn't seem like any of you are opposed."

"Ummm..." Rudy muttered. He turned away, probably hoping she wouldn't hear what he would say. "... Guys, are we sure about?"

"Why not?"

"This could be some kind of ploy."

"By the agency? Well, high marks!"

"I'm not from your agency." Bryanna announced, making the men jump in surprise. "Just a random stranger, a woman who came wandering the streets, a woman looking for entertainment." Bryanna smiled at Wayne. "Give this guy the birthday he deserves." Bryanna said, and she tapped her lips. "So what will it be?"

Everyone visibly swallowed but said nothing more. Taking the silence as an agreement, she walked to the dance area.

Bryanna could intensely feel his hungry eyes following her back, and she smiled happily at their wicked attention combined. "Does this place have any music?" Bryanna said. She saw Rudy run to a place near her where the sound systems were made.

The despicable beat of the song started, and the lights in the desolate club dimmed, the spotlight swiveling to make her the center of attention. Bryanna grabbed the pole and sighed to herself. There is no turning back. She started to move and resist the steady rhythm of the music. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, allowing it to hang loose around her body, while exposing her healthy shelf and the sexy lingerie she wore for him.

The men were very surprised by this, as the bra was just a frilly strip of clothing that encircled the swell of her bare breasts, while her nipples were only covered by a distinctive pink heart-shaped sticker. Such an obscene sight, supposedly reserved for her husband, was now on full display for the three men. And that was just the beginning.

Bryanna unzipped her short black skirt and let it slide down her slender legs. She left it dangling from one ankle, before moving her thighs and tossing it aside. Her laced black panties were no less lewd than her bra, small enough to cover her entrance, but it barely hid the sensual creases that formed an indication of her inner self. Then she began to squirm and sway as she pulled her blouse loose, allowing the men to catch a glimpse, however small, of her pale, beautiful perfection. She took her time, shrugging one shoulder, then the other, teasing the men inch by inch of her skin until her shirt fell completely off. She caught the fabric by the wrist, before tossing it at the three men.

This was the first time the trio had visibly reacted to their bizarre striptease, as they whistled and screamed, completely entranced by the sight of a seductive woman dressed only in her lingerie and thigh-high stockings. But, of course, what his eyes attracted most were the qualities hidden behind them: her amazing ass and her thick, delicious breasts. These two were proof of her immense sexual potency for the three of them, making them fixate intensely on her and nothing else.

In such a state, Bryanna began to dance, moving in sync with the rising electronic rhythm, her body melting into the continual pulse of the music. She kept her eyes on the trio, boldly holding their gazes as she showed the dexterity and sensuality her body could ooze with just a simple shake and wiggle of her wide hips. She turned, grabbed the pole and made a complete turn, before grabbing the surface and shoving her splendid ass back to them. Then her cheeks began to ripple and bounce as she swiveled her hips quickly, following the beat of the music.

There was a time, long before Arslan, when the idea of ​​dancing in front of people was a laughable proposition. She had too much dignity to even contemplate showing off with her body, even to those close to her. She clung to traditional dances, especially with a partner, which suited a pureblood Demon like her. It was only after she had climbed the stairs to adulthood that a new world opened up before her. It all started with a simple desire to please your man. Like an animal wishing to attract its mate, she dressed and displayed the advantages of her body, displaying every wonderful feature, every artful curve and supple undulation. Arslan appreciated this very much. Then dancing was added to the mix, using music to add to the mood, using special notes and body sways and contortions to arouse desire in her chosen partner. Each member of the harem finding their own unique style where they were proficient. And, not that Bryanna liked to brag without cause, she knew she was the best at dancing for her love. It was natural; after all, it all came from a first-rate Demon. Acting at a level that would seduce crowds was easily accomplished. That was the same situation here. Arslan couldn't take his eyes off her after she started dancing. These mortals were already enchanted from the first note. They looked at her anxiously, totally entranced by her performance. There was a hypnotic aura about her that swayed their attention this way and that, where she pointedly displayed every movement of her beautiful body, every action more seductive than the one before.

The strange woman they had known with the watery eyes and the haggard expression was gone. In her place was a wanton seductress, with a mischievous smile and a smoldering look in her eyes, a stormy figure that produced desire with every action. The only part of her outfit left was her socks and bra, everything was in plain sight of her, and there was no hint of any kind of modesty, not that sexy lingerie was good from the start. If the dance was a little more lame than you'd normally expect, then Bryanna didn't care. It was as if a switch had been flipped in her mind as a peculiar heat burned through her body, eager for their flattering looks, eager to show off this body that had been abandoned for stupid reasons. In those moments, her eyes were on her and only her, and that was already a great pleasure and satisfaction in itself. Bryanna lets loose with the common, degrading, stripper sense, the drunk whore who thought nothing of shame or decorum. She embraced the call of the carnal, and the men who watched her could only follow her obediently.

For a long time Bryanna had worked to entangle mortals, to manipulate them into Devilkind's ever-changing games. This was no different, on the surface she was inspiring men, luring them into a contract they didn't know they'd already signed, pulling them further and further into oblivion. Only this time it was more intimate, more primal, like a stolen moment shared between lovers. She took charge of their collective attention and actively shaped their perceptions, changing them, bringing them closer and closer to her. And in her exultation, she shivered as the heat of arousal enveloped her, giving more weight to her movements. In their eyes, she had become something more, more a symbol than a woman, the icon of sexuality, completely robbing them of sanity, of all self-control. Then she performed another extreme stunt, spinning on the pole in a complete blur until she slowed down, and everyone noticed her panties were already halfway down her thighs. Flexing her legs, she wrapped them around the pole and pivoted into a position that hid her now bare crotch behind the pole. This made the men moan, craning their necks this way and that to get a better look. She stuck out her tongue mischievously; before she slammed the rod further between the valley of her breasts. Then she rubbed up and down, the movement making her breasts sway while also teasing the removal of her lingerie.

This made the men weep and whistle once more, their libido inflamed by Bryanna's candid actions.

Then Bryanna dropped to her feet and quickly turned away, exposing her bare buttocks but not her bare pussy. She stretched her back, pushing her ass out as if to invite either of them into her hot honey pot, daring them to grab her plump ass and bump into her in that position right there. She rocked back and forth, rocking her hips, as if to emulate that they were doing the exact same thing in her imagination. This rude invitation caused the trio to roar once more in approval, with Rudy even slamming his fist on the table, causing the many empty bottles to bounce.

Bryanna moved her body with a grace that showed extreme confidence. She knew she was beautiful, seductive, powerful: she knew him well and explored him to seduce, capture, enchant. At that time, Bryanna was a sex idol and WAKAME became her own personal temple. Gaining the full attention of his "worshippers" was just the icing on the cake. Maybe it was the Demon in her, but she was even starting to like it.

"The bra!" Lewis said. "The bra!" The man's scream was followed by the rest of them, who impatiently screamed for the next stage of their great revelation.

Bryanna waved her fingers at them. "Oh my, are you guys just a bunch of naughty boys? I thought you were wise and rational adults?"

"Lady, there is nothing rational about this!" Rudy cried.

"Out! Out!" Wayne almost sang.

Bryanna complied, but slowly, pulling her bra strap down, one after the other. She lifted her arms, holding it behind her head, then hooked her fingers in the straps and pulled, turning even that simple act into a slow, sensual dance that left her full, heavy breasts bared, save for the bits still. glued to her nipples. The men cheered loudly, roaring in approval and screaming for even more. With the bra completely off, she rolled it up and tossed it to the men, who split it between them like a precious loot.

While they were so engrossed, Bryanna approached, her bare breasts now swaying wildly. The men looked up, eyes wide, to see her now. Her eyes traveled back and forth between her breasts and her exposed pussy. The folds of the latter were still hidden in her skin, which hid her entrance despite her nudity.

"Come birthday girl." Bryanna said, pointing to Wayne. She pushed her breasts forward, offering the covered tips to him. "You are honored to take this away." Bryanna smiled as the man lunged forward, grabbing the rest of her lingerie to finally give her nipples some air to breathe.

"Holy shit..." Someone said. The men looked at her fully exposed breasts with something like a silent bow. Her beautiful nipples were erect, the areola a lovely pink color.

"So what do you think of the show?" Bryanna asked, preening under her gaze.

"Holy shit..." That same someone repeated.

"10 fucking 10. Are you sure you're not the girl we asked for?"

Bryanna laughed. "I doubt any of them could pay me. But this is a priceless beauty thing like this. You just have to treat it right, and it's practically free."

"Your husband was very stupid then." Lewis said, his expression hungry.

"Hmph. Moving on." Bryanna said. She dipped her finger into her mouth and licked it. "Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen." Bryanna said, addressing Lewis and Rudy. "I believe it's time for the birthday boy to receive his fair desserts."

"Eh?"

Bryanna approached where Wayne was sitting and leaned over him, placing her hands on his forearms. She offered a tempting puff of her breasts to the man, and almost laughed at the giddy expression on her face. Then she leaned farther forward and allowed her face to twitch into her cleavage. She felt his breath hot and panting and smiled as the other two watched, with a mixture of admiration, envy and excitement. Then she cupped her mounds and touched the tips of her nipples to his face, rubbing them against his skin.

Wayne immediately grabbed her breasts, one for each hand, and began to knead them like freshly worked dough. She moaned throatily as his caresses grew much faster and more needy. Then she pulled away from her body and addressed them all.

"I'm going to do a very special dance now and I want a lot of things clear. No playing until I say, and no recording, or I'll break your balls. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

"You should be grateful for that, birthday boy." Bryanna said as she got into position. She crouched on top of the chair as she spread her legs and planted her feet on the arm of the chair. In doing so, she exposed the entrance to her fresh pink pussy for all to see. It had the heady, arousing effect on men she'd been waiting for. Then, in that position, she started jumping and rocking her hips from side to side, in tune with the music. Then she stirred, turning her back to Wayne and therefore exposing her pussy in a different direction. The other two quickly shifted to this side, watching her dance on top of her friend as well, watching her pussy as Bryanna rocked up and down on top of her lap. So she sat up, fully straddling him as if he were some kind of horse, and as she did so, she pressed her bare, beardless pussy over his crotch. She could feel his erection stretching the fabric of his pants. Then she looked up, flipped her hair out and blinked. Then she began to grind her chunks into her crotch, her body once again sinking to the beat of the music.

Bryanna could feel her body shudder beneath her, whether from unbridled pleasure or barely suppressed lust. She could see the same emotion expressed by the other two men, who now openly stroked the stalls in their pants as they breathed heavily, transfixed by the raw, sensual energy their dance evoked. No magic was involved here, just the primal reaction to a woman firmly expressing her sexuality.

Her movements quickened as she also felt the excitement of doing it in such a bold way. The emotion was intoxicating. After one last stroke of her pussy, she could feel a wetness bloom in her pants, giving her clues to the fact of her ejaculation. She laughed, before painting her pussy against that hot, stinging spot, using it as a kind of lube to keep going.

"Oh god...oh goooodd...." Wayne said from behind her.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"By God, ma'am." Lewis said, shaking his head. "You are very good at this."

"That's right." Said the bartender, Rudy. The two were taking care of their own erections, it was possible they had come too.

"I'm happy to help." Bryanna said, getting to her feet. Undaunted by his constant stares against her naked body, she went and stood in the center of them all, hands on her hips, her smile wide and fearless, her sexy body fearlessly exposed. "Now here's what I'm curious about. Would you, the birthday boy, be interested in more?"

"Which?"

The prospect of "more" lit a fire under her ass. Here was a woman who bragged about her body, was not ashamed to let men, complete strangers, look closely. It would be understandable if she were paid. But she didn't go. Even those past connections of hers needed something from them to lubricate things. And now she was offering more?

"But." Bryanna lifted a finger and spoke that single word with great authority. "Let's play a little game. Me against all three of you. If any of you win, I'll let you do whatever you want with that gorgeous body." Bryanna said and emphasized the word running her hands slowly down her sides. The men looked completely fascinated, for they were looking at none other than a stone idol coming to life, her features perfectly chiseled to emphasize the best example of the seductive female form; no, it was an unparalleled animated sex doll, made by divine hands, made to attract and draw men into its loving embrace. Bryanna was all of that and more, so they would always be in their best interest to follow whatever she said. "And if I win, I'll impose another game on all of you. Does that sound good to you?"

"Hell yes, let's do it!" Lewis almost screamed.

"Wait, wait." Rudy said, still cautious despite his intense excitement. "What kind of game are we talking about?"

"Well, we'll see later, alright?" Bryanna said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Besides, let's win this!" Lewis declared. "So what kind of game will it be?"

Bryanna turned to Rudy. "You have one of those pots here, right? And some bottles too, I think. Let's play some basketball."

The game rules were very simple. They would try to throw a bottle cap into a glass vial, which was placed some distance away. Obviously, the opening of the jar and the considerable distance needed to reach it contribute to a major disadvantage. But there was an even greater disadvantage for Bryanna, as her points would only be computed with hers.

The three men did their best and failed spectacularly, either because of excitement or because of general inebriation. Bryanna, in the meantime, made her stopper land just inside the vial, its glass bottom making a definite noise that signaled the men's disappointment.

"You have two more rounds." Bryanna said, smiling at the disgruntled men. "If you gentlemen score at least three goals between the three of you, you win by default."

The men did their best in the second round, but they never made it. Bryanna decided to hold on here and missed.

"Like I said, just three more goals." Bryanna said. "You better try your best, or you might not get anything." She deliberately rubbed her thighs, making the men straighten their shoulders for the last round.

In the last round, only Rudy managed to hit, leaving the score tied. However, in turn, she hit the target, causing her to scream in victory. The men moaned.

"Well look at this." Bryanna said, smiling at them. "Since I won, I'll make you play another game. Well, it's one more decision that needs to be made. And that decision is yours, Wayne."

"Me?" The birthday boy pointed to himself.

Bryanna moved closer to him, allowing the man to feel the full force of his raw sexual aura. "I leave this to you, should I attend you and you alone tonight? If so, that means I'll only let you do it for a short time and of course that means leaving your friends out in the cold. But so can you. decide to have me again and again, and again." Bryanna whispered, close to her ear. "All night, but you'll have to share it with your friends." Bryanna pulled away, her hips rocking left and right, causing her buttocks to undulate. "What did you say?"

Wayne didn't need to look at his friends. He didn't even have to hesitate. In this charged situation, there really was only one thing to say. A decision to be made.

"All night, ma'am." He said. The other two applauded.

"So…" Bryanna sighed dramatically. "A whole night then. Let's get the party started then!" Bryanna screamed. All the men applauded. "Now for starters…I'm going to give the birthday boy the first job here. Do you all agree?"

"Damn." Lewis said, while Rudy just licked his lips.

Bryanna knelt down and took her place in the space between Wayne's legs. She unzipped his pants, then dug inside with her fingers until she fished out his cock. She gave a few small tugs, causing a plethora of wonder on the men's faces, before scrambling to her knees to swallow his cock inside her breast. With a little push, her throbbing erection squeezed through the fluffy neckline and the tip emerged right next to her heart. The rhythmic pulses of his chest and his rock-hard cock produced a steady, dripping heat that spread through each of her bodies.

He reached down to pinch her nipples, his fingers pinching the pair until they came to attention. Bryanna bit her lip and moaned appreciatively, as if she savored his attentions.

"Go ahead." Bryanna whispered, using her hands to squeeze her breasts tighter around him. "Do whatever you want."

He gripped the ends of her massive mounds and used them as counterweights as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock back and forth inside her tight valley. As he did so, her glans moved confidently across the smooth, smooth flesh of her tits, her shaft disappearing entirely into the sweaty confines of her nearly overflowing rack. The entire room watched, mesmerized, her breasts swaying together as they curled around his rubbing cock, with Wayne hissing heavily at the pleasurable pressure the twins exerted on him. Then, as if he couldn't take it anymore, his hands dropped to his sides, his body relaxing as his movements dropped to his hips, pushing up and down without thinking about Bryanna's cleavage. Bryanna, for her part, did her best to keep her valley tight and locked,

"God, my God, fuck!" He cried.

"Lucky bastard..." Someone muttered.

His breasts began to bounce quickly in tune with his now desperate movements, the tip of his cock appearing and disappearing from within its wonderful confines at a rapid pace. Bryanna held her breasts in place even as her restraints were released, and her relentless movements quickly increased.

His pre-come oiled his passage through her valley. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bouncing breasts, greedily watching cock and tits move together as one, the latter devouring him and spitting him out again and again as he sloppily pounded upward again and again.

As if sensing he would come, Bryanna pushed her breasts even closer together, forming a seal that didn't slow Wayne one bit; but even so she left him with an even greater and insurmountable sense of pleasure. His valley was practically slippery with his sweat and precum.

When Wayne came, shooting hot white strings of semen, Bryanna forced everything to be buried within its hidden confines. Wayne felt like he was encased in a well-done onahole; his balls getting practically dry not just at the culmination of titfuck pleasure. No, it was also a pleasure derived from being attended to in this way by this beautiful woman, this beautiful married woman.

When he pulled his way back out of her, a few pieces of his cum trickled down to her breasts, each one tracing a long, wet sticky line on the surface of her navel. The other two men were openly stroking their cocks under their pants now, their faces pinched and hungry. For here they could behold the delicious perversion of a goddess, a splendid turnaround in their former impressions of a perfect specimen of a woman. Yet in this she had lost none of her lustful luster, the aura that made them soar, higher and higher.

Bryanna fanned the fire further by opening her breasts, allowing them to see the full obscene extent of Wayne's ejaculation, and the way she completely coated nearly every inch of beautiful pale skin. It was the image of the mayor contaminating something precious, and under the dim, multicolored strobe lights the vulgar sight was more than enough to keep his fires lit, his passions lit.

Bryanna held Wayne's withered cock and began to clean it over the swell of her breasts, covering the skin in the same way as her inner valley. Bryanna smiled at all of them softly, like a mother who has just taken care of a misbehaving child. All this while the excess drying sperm slowly trickled down in large rivulets, some even dripping from her breasts down her legs.

"Well what do you guys think?" Bryanna asked.

"Ma'am, I wouldn't say no, even if my own daughter was here watching." Rudy said.

"What he said. Well, I don't have a daughter. And even if he did…" said Lewis, as the two approached the kneeling Bryanna.

Bryanna giggled and knelt down so her back was to a still dizzy Wayne, at the same time giving him a full view of her plump bottom. Her cocks were already sticking out, hard and erect, like posts of meat prepared for sowing. Bryanna pointedly licked her lips, before grabbing both erections, grasping them greedily by the base. She placed a kiss on the first head and licked it slowly. She licked from base to tip, repeating this over and over. Then her attention returned to the bulbous glans, and then she swallowed it into her mouth. With just the tip inside, she began to lick that spot, making the man moan. For he could feel the intense heat of her insides as she took him, swallowing him inch by inch as she moved her lips to swirl around his length. The spontaneous, deliberate movements of her mouth, combined with the quick suction she imposed, never failed to make her husband almost swoon from pleasure, and he was a Demon, while this one was just a man. Before going any further, she freed herself from the cock and began using her saliva as a lubricant to quickly pump it up and down. As she worked on his head, she wrapped her hand around the base of his thick, turgid shaft, squeezing lightly as her mouth did the main job. Her tongue played with the swollen tip before slowly pushing it past her pretty lips. She curled the tip of her tongue behind the cap-shaped part of her head and felt the man squirm with pleasure, which pleased her greatly. Then she started rocking her head back and forth over his cock, emulating the same frantic sucking she'd demonstrated with the other cock.

Then Bryanna pulled away, using the brief moment of pause to look at the men as she gave their cocks a quick, steady massage. She could see that the men were totally enamored of her service, and who wouldn't be? A beautiful woman, with her cum drying on her chest, on her knees in a strip club jacking off you? More than that, all the space besides her lips had already proved to be an exquisite hole, and her powerful fellatio technique was unrivaled, and her attitude as a confident femme fatale was addictive in its own right. It was no surprise, then, that they were as tough as possible, and this party was just getting started.

Bryanna turned her attention to the first cock, allowing it to fill her entire mouth to press against the back of her throat, her tongue running across the underside of its length. The man ran his fingers through her long, luxurious golden hair, both loving and vigorous, as if he wanted nothing more than to pamper the woman while demanding even more of her wonderful service. She continued pumping with her other hand, going so far as to give his balls a light squeeze, just so she could elicit moans of excitement from the two men.

Bryanna shifted again, and this time took the tip of him in one direction, allowing the man's cock to pop out of one of her cheeks. She held it there with her tongue as she quickly licked the other side, especially near the tip where it was most sensitive. The sight of his beautiful cheek stretching and swelling from her cock length was more than enough to drive both men mad with lust. With a very forward movement of her head, Bryanna synchronized with the way she kept pulling the other cock into her hand, almost pulling him closer. In fact, she was pulling him closer, little by little, until the other throbbing cock was practically pressed against her face, primed and raw by her deft, loving fingers. With another wet smack, she released him and transferred to the other cock. She pressed her lips tightly around the shaft, her tongue protruding and flicking along the length, before pushing it straight to her throat. Then she shifted again, repeating the same movement at an ever-increasing pace. Back and forth. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. She looked up and looked deeply into her eyes, making sure to lock his gaze with what she was sucking. Eventually, her quick fellatio reached the point where she could switch back and forth at the speed of light, all the while taking them as deep as she could.

"Oh shit... ma'am... oh god, that feels so good..."

"Urgh… haaah…."

Her pace quickened: relentless, relentless. It was perhaps one of the most agonizing pleasures a man could experience, as this woman not only managed to take them deep down her throat, she never gave up even when she turned off. Her cocks were constantly on edge, whether by mouth or hand, constantly pumped and sucked to keep the raw sexual energies flowing, reaching the inevitable high point. Not for the last time did they marvel at Bryanna's sexual prowess, and the proof was there in her heavenly combination of blowjob and handjob.

Mere minutes of deep, deep throat and manual sucks and pumps were enough to bring the two of them to an almost simultaneous climax. When she felt they were close, she pulled them out for the last time, before aiming both cocks at her head. Then she tightened her grip on the pores, and made her pumping movements faster, which was helped by all the spit and pre-ridge that had been left there, thus stroking the men's final steps to completion. As he did so, she alternated licking both cocks, her tongue an effective bridge between the two as the popping sounds intensified into a frantic rhythm.

"Urk...!"

"Haaah... Ahhhh!"

In the final moment, Bryanna closed her eyes and relaxed as a warm shower of cum descended on her. The first dam landed right on her beautiful face, covering it with her thick, manly cum.

Then, as she continued to pump them like they were pipes to be cleaned, she angled their cocks so they shot into her hair, staining the gold with their color. She felt a hot charge hit her head from behind, then hit her back directly, and realized it was Wayne, who had recovered and basically masturbated to join the makeshift bukkake feast shooting directly at vulnerable Bryanna in the back. But she didn't mind, in a way that was refreshing, being so overwhelmed by the feel of the baby's mass covering her skin. It was like a cathartic rain that washed away her past problems, relieving her of worries that had no meaning to a powerful woman like her. Here she was adored and honored by men who appreciated her worth.

So, in the end, sensing that her orgasm was about to end, Bryanna guided his dick tips towards her mouth, which she opened, pushing her tongue out. The rest of her sperm landed right on that pretty pink spot, now marking the woman even more with its seeds. Bryanna turned her head and also did the same to Wayne, not allowing the birthday boy himself to be left out, effectively putting the semen of the three men inside her mouth. Then, while looking into three pairs of eyes, she deliberately swirled the sperm in her mouth, tossing and swirling the sperm globes with her tongue before pulling her head back. Then she gulped and allowed the men to see her proof of debauchery as her sperm collectively slid like a hot lump into her beautiful throat. The men applauded, making her blush and smile, even bow slightly at all the praise.

All the men made appreciative words and noises as their climax ended. Bryanna took the opportunity to fluff her semi-flabby limbs, continuing to pump the other two with her hands, while she also used her lips to attract Wayne's. After all, these sticks were sorely needed for more. More games. And more pleasure, as the thick syrup running down her thighs would indicate. She was hot, aroused and ready for even more.

"Wait guys, I need to freshen up. Is there a shower here?"

The men looked at each other.

Rudy shrugged and said, "Yes. It's in the back, with all the other rooms."

"It's more like a birthday girl, you know?" Her sensual smile was clear, even after all the cum dripping from her face. She looked at Wayne. "After all, he and I, let's make love first." Then Bryanna looked at the other two. "And then we can pick up where we left off here."

"Oh fuck yes." Rudy said to himself as he made an upward movement with his fist.

"Look at you, family guy, getting excited about an orgy." Lewis joked. He turned to Bryanna, an ironic and despicable look on her face. "Whatever you say, ma'am. We can wait. And I'm sure Wayne will appreciate this little favor we're giving him."

"Oh God, yes." Wayne repeated, looking at Bryanna's body with naked, unrepentant lust. "I will give everything I have, my comrades. Anything. Fuck you! Anything for you, ma'am."

"Good. Then wait for me in one of the beds. There's a bed here, right?"

"In private rooms." said Rudy.

"See you there, gentlemen." Bryanna said, with a nod, as she headed for the bathroom. The men watched her go, her body stinking and dripping his semen the entire time, literally leaving a trail of cum on the floor behind her. Her erections said a lot about how they felt about this stunning lady who in a short time changed from a "perfect stranger" to a "wanker whore". And they wouldn't do it any other way.

"You better appreciate this man." Lewis muttered to Wayne as they followed him towards the private rooms. As the place was wide open, all rooms were unlocked for your use. They were equipped just like the hotels that were ubiquitous in this district. The men waited there, their impressions of Bryanna making their cocks rigid and hungry.

~xXx~

Bryanna soon returned, and her coming was greeted by all three cocks. But Bryanna only had eyes on one, which she approached. She shooed the other two away and pushed Wayne onto the bed. She was squeaky clean, her face and chest free of sperm, her skin moist and shiny, accompanied by a soft, musky scent.

"Do you want them to stay? Could I make them go?" Bryanna said. The faces of the others darkened.

"Not alright."

"Very well, sir." Bryanna quickly got rid of the rest of her clothing. In the meantime, a rustle of fabric means that the others have undressed too, although she didn't pay attention. She pushed him back onto the bed and got on top of him. She looked into his eyes with a lust-filled intensity that she knew was in everyone in the room. She licked her body, up and down, while her hands caressed the rest, from foot to shoulder, as she purposefully skipped her nether regions. And as the noises of the two men watching increased, she whispered sweet words in Wayne's ear, as if he were a lover, eliciting a wide range of shock sensations throughout his body. She tormented him, licking and nipping, biting and sucking on his masculine nips. Wayne moaned, her hands gripping his bright red hair, his cock getting harder and harder by the second. And Bryanna continued to smile, confident, as she pleasured her body, as if she was actually enjoying it. And she really did: she always loved being in control of others, dominating them, using her words mainly to provoke, to provoke a reaction. That's how she became a high-ranking Demon. It was power, pure and simple, and sex was just another demonstration of it for her. That had been true with Arslan, and it was so true now, with Wayne and the other men.

Bryanna flattened her breasts against him as she murmured, "Do you want more?" Her succulent lips hovered over his, temptingly out of reach, her sweet breath filling his senses. When he nodded, she climbed over her body, turning to present her cool, soaked pussy to his face as she gripped his cock.

Wayne inhaled his musky scent. His tongue extended as she lowered her hips, licking around her pretty pink slit, then her erect clit, then down to her wet, steaming center. She moaned appreciatively as he licked her while he paid attention to her cock. She kissed the tip, licked the length and sucked it all. She worked her tongue against the glans, working around the crowned head. She worked her way from tip to balls, then up and down again. She sank him once more, taking him inch by inch, shaking her head violently but lovingly up and down; the inside of her mouth tightened in a tension of vacuum as she enjoyed his taste and the little countermoves he made to let her know he was feeling it.

He buried her tongue inside her, literally eating her up, as if he wanted to taste everything this beautiful woman could give. She moaned as he sucked on her pussy lips and actively rubbed himself across her face, as if she were fucking him. Before they could both come, however, she unexpectedly lifted her pussy and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a hard smack. Bryanna looked at the other men, who were watching very intently, and smiled.

"Here we go Wayne. Nice and easy, yeah? Tell me what you think."

The men applauded.

Bryanna lowered herself, slowly, onto his rock-hard cock. There were sighs audible from all sides: from Wayne himself, as he felt his cock being enveloped by hot, wet, churning folds, from men, as they saw the wonder of a hot, sexy woman boldly absorbing a penis as if it were none of their own , and Bryanna herself, as she felt him sink into her inner recesses. Gradually, she worked him deeper inside her, her pussy greedily engulfing him as if it had a mind of its own, until he was buried completely inside her. She allowed him to marvel at the feel of her length being surrounded by her undulating walls. Then she began rocking back and forth, taking him in and out, slowly beginning that ancient and certainly sacred act of procreation.

"Yeah! Mmmphhh! So good! You're so tough! And… hmmnpph"

"Oh ma'am, you feel so fucking good...! God... Huoahhh!"

"Yeah, fuck that bitch!" The men watching applauded.

He hit her deeply, desperately, the intensity of her thrust building and building. He reached for her nipples, pinching them until the skin around her was raw and red. Need for him grew as she growled, her pussy clinging hungrily to his cock with each stroke, trying to milk him, enjoying every moment of his heat.

Bryanna raised her hands above her head and turned her eyes to the men who were left out of this divine ritual, who could only watch. She reveled in his adoring, wide-eyed gazes, as if his lust-filled eyes could nourish her, as if she were a sun and a flower; she blossomed as she feasted, the place between her legs secreting sweet nectar as his movements moved ever closer to the point of seeding her.

"Ah...haaah...You're so nice...birthday...You're filling me...so...so much!"

"God fuuuuuck... You're so good ma'am, so fucking good, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

When Wayne came, his mind literally went blank. Her entire body trembled, as the moment of his sperm coursing through her depths was perhaps the most glorious thing he had ever experienced. He vaguely felt her body against his as she wrapped her hands around his soft, tender body, savoring the feel of her breasts crushed against his. He almost wept at the heavenly sensation of her orgasm, as if her hole were a cavity through which her soul could be offered with pleasure.

It was no wonder, then, that he was so hard after his orgasm had ceased. His body, his soul wanted more.

Bryanna crawled beside him. "You were so good, birthday girl. That was amazing. Now let's clean you up. Mmmnpphh..."

Bryanna took him into her mouth, savoring their shared essences. She penetrated him deeply, drawing more and more energy to his cock, until he became fully a soul. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head. She moaned and gasped the entire length of her.

"Let's go." Bryanna announced. "Try the taste of anal." Her words sent a shiver down the men's spine, especially on Wayne when her rear entrance was positioned just above his primed cock.

Lewis whistled. "Slap that ass right, my friend!"

"Lucky bastard." Rudy muttered.

Anal, of course, was not a problem for Bryanna, as Arslan was a complete lover. Her back entrance was one of the best in the harem, according to her husband, with remarkable elasticity and rigidity. And now she was going to introduce him, just as she had her pussy, to this very lucky man.

Bryanna parted her buttocks, allowing his cock tip to rub against her hole. She deftly captured the tip with her cheeks as she slowly lowered her hips onto him, slowly pushing the glans head into her ass. When he pushed up, her head disappeared into her rectum and was enveloped in a sensation quite different from the sensation of her vagina. It was as if his tip was being gripped by something rubbery and warm, a grip she felt like she didn't want to let go of.

"You are really big." Bryanna declared, as she stared at her point of contact.

The others could only see a blonde slut crouched over her friend and pushing her ass into her cock, and that was all they wanted to see.

Bryanna pushed further down, slowly and meticulously, forcing him past the point of resistance and allowing even more inches of his length into her tight bun. Her tension increased a little as her hole tried to accommodate his length. Then he got in, fully buried in her ass to her fist, and stretching her as far as she could handle.

"So, how are you?" Bryanna asked, with a wide smile.

"Are you…kidding me…" Wayne said, gritting his teeth. "What the hell is that ..."

"What do you think?" Bryanna pressed.

"To the best!" Wayne yelled, with a breathless sigh, as if he was using up all his strength just to remain conscious. "The fucking best!"

"Curse!" The men screamed, while Bryanna could only show off and laugh.

Bryanna took the lead, slowly forcing Wayne's cock back out, lifting his hips. The two hissed through their teeth at the pleasure that was produced: with Bryanna's anal embrace constantly pulling and tightening favorably around Wayne's length, giving him a new set of sensations, and the feel of his length sculpting his ass. with what a rare and exquisite feeling for Bryanna. Multiply these sensations by the number of times Wayne wrapped his flesh, and the couple was already on the verge of gasping and squealing. The energetic movements of a piston and Bryanna's position in front of men who masturbated made the act all the more appealing as her body swayed, her breasts trembled like ripe fruit in a storm, her skin flushed with excitement, while her face looked all over. more lustful.

"Oh! Ohhh! That...! Ass... is... good... good...! Go on! Go on!"

"God... fuck! Tight...! Fuck... ass...!"

Wayne grabbed Bryanna's wrists and held them in place beside her as her movements quickened, now eagerly plowing her rectum to seek even more and more of the incredible pleasure that drenched them. Bryanna was practically shaking now, like a leaf tossed in the wind, her body a storm of sweaty, shrill pleasure as she bounced wildly on his cock.

"You are destroying me!" Bryanna screamed as the sound of flesh hitting flesh intensified as Wayne's cock now easily slid in and out of her asshole.

"Hell yeah, skewer that bitch, man!" Lewis said, already ejaculating.

Suddenly, Wayne's body froze. His back arched, his limbs twitched. A delicious shiver ran through his body as shudders ran through his body. Then he pulled on Bryanna's arms, pushing her pelvis as close as he could to hers, and pushed her tip as deeply as he could enter her rear entrance. Her cock twitched as his cum exploded in an explosive frenzy inside her, immediately covering her intestines with his hot courage. Each wild jet made him gasp with intense pleasure, making him feel as if he were coming with his very soul in its depths.

"Fuck…that was…so good…!" Wayne said, between panting breaths.

Bryanna laughed, her body falling against Wayne's body. It had been a wonderfully new experience, having her rear entrance countersunk so raw and hard it left lingering sensations all over her pelvis. It was really good, in any case.

But, of course, that wasn't the end. He left his hole with a loud crack and didn't stop to admire the salty cream that dripped from his well-used outlet. Wayne pushed her to the bed and entered her ass again. He licked, nipped, swallowed, sucked, both breasts, one after the other, squished together. His skin was the most delicious thing to lick. He held her tightly against him, compromising every aspect: taste, smell, the feel of her muscles, her skin. He loved her moans, her gasps, every movement of her body, each one deliberately made to extract every bit of reaction from her own body. His screams gathered, building slowly as his peak returned once more.

"Yes! Yes! Keep hitting me, keep hitting me!" Bryanna almost screamed.

Almost all that was left was for him to kiss her.

~xXx~

The next thing Wayne knew, he was lying in bed, with the stars blooming in his eyes. Wayne's groin felt sore, his spent cock, slippery with her juices, cum dripping from the end. It was a wonderful feeling, but something was missing. She wasn't there.

Bryanna was beside the bed, across from the two men, who had already undressed in their own clothing. Their long, thick cocks stood at attention, hungry, eager.

Bryanna smiled, the blonde blatantly displaying the cum dripping from her wet, sloppy, mated pussy and her well-worn ass, along with the sweat that glazed over her beautiful skin. She was like a reborn woman, voracious and insatiable.

"Birthday girl is over." Bryanna asked with her eyebrows raised. "I suppose you gentlemen want your turn?"

"God, please, yes." Rudy said, in a whisper.

"Let me take care of you girl." Lewis said, stroking her cock. "Let me do you good, please."

Bryanna approached. "Let's go then. The night awaits. I can't leave you two gentlemen in trouble."

And so, the orgy officially began.

For a while, the two men just caressed her body, palming her ass and burying their fingers in her breasts as they whispered dirty words under her breath. Then they couldn't hold back any longer, and the two threw rock-paper-scissors to whoever would take it next, and it was Rudy who won. Lewis grudgingly caught her mouth opening as the men began spitting at her, with Rudy forcing his hot cock into her comfortable, well-used pussy. Bryanna placed her hands on Lewis's hips and took him deep into her throat as Rudy's howl of pleasure foreshadowed her fierce, piercing attacks.

"Fuck ma'am, your pussy feels really good!" Rudy said.

"Your mouth isn't bad!" Lewis said, already pumping his hips back and forth.

There was so much primal hunger, so much need manifested between the two men that the mere feel of his mouth and her pussy was enough to send them over the edge. Rudy, for his part, let out an unmasculine moan as he creamed Bryanna, filling her just as Wayne had done. And then Lewis was shooting drops of his white courage straight down his throat. The raw, sensual sensations were things she enjoyed, even as the two traded places, with Lewis finally claiming his right as the third to taste Bryanna's pussy.

"Yes, let's go. I hope you can be better at pleasing me." Dsse Bryanna, crudely referring to Rudy's quick shot.

"Shut up bitch." Rudy hissed, shoving his cock into her mouth. Though she ached to have him in the middle of her throat, the expression in her eyes nevertheless told him her amusement as she obediently shook her head back and forth over his cock, leaving him sloppy with her saliva-stained saliva. damn.

"Oh shit, fuck! This pussy, this pussy. It's so fucking good I feel like I'm going to come!" Lewis said.

Lewis's desperation made his thrusts go crazy and meaningless, as if he were just hammering into her like a tool. However, this aimless rawness appealed to Bryanna in the same way, for it was like mating with a mindless beast who knew nothing but the heat dance, dull, dexterous, yet satisfying another primordial need of hers, dragging the female wanton inside Bryanna, the one who always wanted to be fucked into oblivion. The brainless hammering of her insides was just another way of making love, one she savored as much as the cock lodged deep in her mouth.

Unbridled lust and raw male power and virility turned that simple act of mating into something more: a total explosion of hot, vile, sweaty desire, the need to sate a growing appetite. She was like a singularity of debauchery, drawing them all from the edge of sexual insanity to the depths of tempting pleasure.

And, of course, Bryanna herself wasn't immune to the effect the men were having on her body, the arousal that was exemplified by the steady stream of fluid down her thighs, which covered Lewis's groin; from the desperate howls in the back of her throat, muffled by three inches of male flesh, from the concept of two powerful men taking their female form for nothing but a receptacle of lust. Bryanna gave and she got, they gave and they got, conquest and submission repeating in endless cycles—for each confused thrust to her gullet, for each deep, shallow thrust to her pussy. Her body felt like it was melting between his rough thrusts, her mind slipping into a state of deep bliss that had no need for rationality, for morals, just the manic need for release. She lived each moment with shivers down her spine, the shocks that burned in her brain.

Whatever she said was buried under Rudy's cock and the cum that kept flowing from the tip to his throat, he'd already come moments before and was just stuck in place in Bryanna's mouth, trapped in agonizing ecstasy. Her pale, beautiful skin rippled constantly from his overpowering thrusts as the twin pressures grew stronger, making her speak an unintelligible nonsense that was, however, silenced by Rudy's spasming cock.

Lewis gripped her thick, soft buttocks tightly as he swooped down on her. Bryanna moaned and moaned, desperate for him to finish inside, to claim her inner core, just as the other men did. Perhaps it was due to some experience with many women throughout his life, which trained him and his cock to be a little tougher, but he was certainly able to keep up with Bryanna, hitting her with relentless energy, even as his cock took. the most exquisite attention, successfully bracing herself against the sensation of many thousands of lips that seemed about to kiss along her entire length, enveloping her cock in constant, sensual torture. Eventually, his peak came, molten white heat spewing from his depths to join his comrades, while a satisfied growl escaped Lewis's throat. This was accompanied by another one of Rudy's anguished ejaculations.

Bryanna fell to the ground in a heap, her body smeared with pearly, sticky fluids, aching and exhausted. She looked up and saw, to her delight, that the men were still up and ready. Even Wayne was now on his feet, taking his place next to him to complete the encirclement of his body. She barely had a moment to herself before they were once more upon her, attacking her body like predators who had gone too long without eating or drinking.

They dragged her to a bed, and she found herself lying on top of a man, and in the rush she didn't even know who he really was. But her cock found its way back into her pussy, piercing her once more with its thick excellence. Then, to her surprise, someone behind her lined up and immediately plunged his warm body into her ass. Now she felt uniquely filled, plugged in by two fat cocks, now bumping into her at different rates. Then a hand gripped her cheek, pulling it to the side where a stinging cock tip spread against her lips before she obediently opened them and allowed the cock to slide perfectly into her mouth. Bryanna clenched around him with a delicious moan even as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It wasn't long before they all began to move, eager to conquer and dominate this shameless woman, completely filling all her holes, pushing deeper and deeper into the mad, carnal spiral of lust and desire, of mindless, unbridled debauchery. From that point on, they became just three males and one female, all in heat, all hungry for satiety and release. There were no names needed to be assigned to them, just that they were male and she was female.

Bryanna's fevered moans and screams increased in pitch and intensity with every second she spent pressed by men's bodies, being fucked and used mercilessly with raw male strength, using her as a woman should be used; without any amount of decency or shame, relieved of the burden of morality, it simply exists as an outlet for lust. Bryanna had always chased the thrill of submission, the ecstasy of being forced to surrender to the feeling of being dominated and the pleasure of being humiliated. This was simply mind-blowing, forcing her to crave more and more of his cocks, which continued to pound her with relentless efficiency. She couldn't deny any less the sensation of pain and contortion in all her holes as she lovingly wrapped around men who treated her for nothing more than the fuck holes she could present to them, to be ravaged and devoured by all. the directions in this depraved orgy. To be reduced to a depraved existence, a simple doll, made just to be fucked like a bitch. They kept hitting her, stretching her passages, messing her insides with lusty glee. They obviously wanted more. And she wanted more. She would drain their balls more than any succubus could, reducing these men to sobbing, childlike states and she would take them in hand, comfort them, shelter them in her warm, soothing embrace until they were ready for more, ready to come again. up men once more.

Time passed in a haze of unrelenting lust; as soon as they all came in massive amounts inside her, they surrounded their holes that they would trade, swapping the holes they made with the next person in line, their erections still ever-present, still ever so powerful. A new cock buried in her pussy, a new cock cutting right into her ass, a new cock lodged in the back of her throat. It was as if they wanted everything they could take from her, as if she was a piece of sensational experience that was on limited supply, that could only be experienced once. And, in a sense, that was exactly it, Bryanna was like a butterfly that got too close to a web, and all the predators pounced on her, stupid and hungry for the sweet and sinful gifts she could offer.

Yet despite everything the men did to ensure their obedience, Bryanna remained in control, deftly coaxing ejaculation after ejaculation from their bodies, sometimes even at the same time. She chose the moment of her climax, always setting it to explode at about the same time, exploring her wild, uncontrolled thrusts, compressing her mouth, or flexing a muscle in her pussy, or turning her anal grip into a merciless grip. They seeded her holes over and over again, turning her entire body into a reservoir of sperm that just kept growing as long as possible. And with each climax she was more and more enchanted, more assured of her feminine prowess and provenance, as she felt their bodies writhe and shudder, their screams, their moans, their grunts and, above all, the sperm that now seemed to plunge into its core.

In the aftermath, the men were turned into stupid things, swaying like zombies guided only by their remaining instincts, making them look like dolls that moved and danced with the strings she pulled. They would do anything for her, anything to claim her for just one more minute, just one more fuck. And so, Bryanna, still dissatisfied even after all, took advantage of all that WAKAME presented, and played with the three men who were now mostly brain-driven in their sex-addicted stings.

First, she led them to the bathroom, where she placed the prepared props she'd observed before cooling off. There were various soaps, oils and other lubricants with various scents and other effective properties. Here, under the constant spray of a shower and the application of slippery liquids, the four of them engaged in another orgy, only without penetration. Wayne lay down on the tiled floor, with Bryanna planting her soft, oiled ass on his abdomen and doing her best to "scrub" it with her lower parts, while Lewis reclaimed her feet and used them to twist her entire body, culminating in a hot, slippery footjob that made the man come in buckets. Finally, Rudy took her hands as he held them high above his head, forcing Bryanna to caress him as he was lubricated by a warming soap. And all the way through Bryanna continued rubbing her back against Wayne's chest and navel, teasing his cock with a tantalizing taste of her pussy on him. The mind-blowing sensation was still enough to make him come without much encouragement, and he came, shooting all over Bryanna's sweaty, glowing body.

After cleaning up, they took a short break and immediately returned to the bar outside, wearing only their bathrobes. They opened a bottle and feasted on the rest of the party food. In the meantime, Bryanna was right under the bed, playing yet another "game." Each of the men's penises had condoms, and they were supposed to be replaced every time they came. She would then have to do anything in her power to fill as many condoms as possible with her cum before time ran out or before all the men finished their break. The objective of this so-called competition was then to prevent them from coming inside the condom and, thus, to prove that they were resistant to the woman's charms. Naturally, this didn't turn out to be a competition, as none of the men were really interested in fighting. Instead, they even let Bryanna have her day and ejaculate as much as they could, totally succumbing to the pleasurable heights each of Bryanna's holes could pull from their enslaved stings.

As the men continued to chat at the table, each recounting their relative experience with the "beautiful girl," Bryanna sucked them all the way down, forcing them to come in the little rubber bags. Bryanna then tied it up and laid it on the ground, sort of like a trophy count. Then she would continue to give oral sex on the next dick, always making sure they ejaculated on the condom. In this way, she slowly amassed a collection of used condoms that the men used, each a testament to the power of Bryanna's experienced mouth.

After a while, Bryanna made an announcement.

"Here's another dance for you gentlemen!" Bryanna said, coming out from under the table. She was completely naked except for the elastic she wore around her waist, where all the used condoms hung in their multicolored hues. Each rubber was filled with fresh semen from each man, which was now rapidly cooling. Armed with such a potent display of her feminine prowess, she performed one more dance on the spot, while making sure her swaying hips showed off the bouncy collection of packaged cream she dangled suggestively from her hips. She was like a nymph dancing excitedly for the reward of receiving sperm collected from men, as if her stored ejaculations were something she desperately needed above all else. All in all, the belt with the used condoms hanging, her insides hardening and cooling, were spectacular against her flesh and were more a testament than anything to the vast degree of power she held over men, teasing and teasing and holding. your frantic libidos on the limit with every movement of your beautiful and sexy body. It was clear on her faces that they remained totally bewitched, as sure as if Bryanna had cast a Devil's spell on them. The fact that it wasn't magic, that it was purely male mortal instincts of hers, made Bryanna even more confident.