They didn't object, for example, Bryanna ordering them to masturbate again on their condom-wrapped cocks, using only her slow, sensual dance as her stimulus. The amount of sperm they would give would determine what the next game would be like, and would then be computed using the number of condoms used at the end. She had never seen, or perhaps would, a group of mortals struggling to meet the requirements, repeatedly shoving condoms into their bags, all for some nebulous reward. But they competed, and in her fight she was able to infuriate them simply by allowing the implication of her vagina to goad them into turning them into each other in a friendly "bury the coin" competition.
That left Lewis with the win, with the other two following close behind. After clapping loudly, Lewis fucked Bryanna right there, stretching her across one of the larger tables to fuck her standing behind. So when he was done, his cock barely protruding from her creamy pussy, the men turned the table like she was the hands of a clock to point her directly at the next man in line. Rudy, who was following, lifted one of her legs and placed it over her shoulder, allowing her closer access to her pussy, which he greedily took advantage of. Then, after going crazy, it was time for the loser, Wayne, who immediately carried Bryanna's body like a marauding warrior who captured a bride in a raid, towards the nearest table where he pressed his body over her in missionary position and fucked. with her raw.
Then she had them try their luck with the adult-themed pachinko machines at the back of the club, promising an "exclusive" to the only winner.
"I just thought…you guys haven't really kissed me yet, right?" Bryanna said, smacking her lips. "I sucked you, I swallow your cum, but you still haven't tasted that motherfucker bitch's mouth, right?" Bryanna brought her ring finger to her mouth, where her wedding band was, and licked it deliberately, like a tiny stick. "And that's because I didn't want you to do that. My 'virtue of mouth' should only be for my husband, no matter how many filthy things leave, or enter, those lips. But if, if, you win, then I I'm going to think of you as my sole husband, and I'm just going to kiss you for the rest of the party. Sound fair?"
The men prayed and prayed to Lady Luck as they rolled their money, desperately wanting to win over their fellows.
"Oh God, please give me this, please give me this." Rudy said.
"Fuck you! Again! Don't give me that shit! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Lewis yelled, practically spitting at the screen as if he had personally offended him.
"Come on! Come on, fuck, goooo!" Wayne yelled.
After many tense minutes, the winner was found: Rudy. As the losers moaned to themselves, the winner wasted no time getting up to claim his prize, which was unrestricted access to Bryanna's beautiful mouth. She had to admit, it felt good to share languages with another man who wasn't her husband, and he didn't kiss too bad, to top it off. Soon, even his kiss was enough to make her hot and uncomfortable, and she made no secret of her intentions by pulling his erect cock.
"As a reward for my husband, we will sleep together, in the dark, for a session. After all, it will be our 'honeymoon' dear~" Bryanna announced. Rudy practically carried her over his shoulder like a brute, and went back to one of the private rooms.
"How the hell does the guy with the real fucking wife get to be a husband twice?" Lewis grabbed up behind them.
Bryanna ordered the lights inside to dim and the door to close, allowing the "newlyweds" to make love, so to speak, in secret within their own enclosed space, away from the rest of the world. Though for Bryanna it was just her riding on top of Rudy in the dark room, their sweaty bodies moving together, sharing their warmth as she whispered "dear husband, dear husband" over and over, asking the man to become more excited about her sting. huge. Rudy absolutely couldn't stand the maddening way Bryanna clung to her length, even after fucking her so many times at that point, and he'd come inside his "wife" several times; basking in the glorious aftershine before she awakened her stiffness with a few insistent tugs of her masterful pussy, which seemed to move as if it had a life of its own.
"Come on honey… go on… go on… You're so good!" Bryanna cried out as she nibbled her tongue.
"Ahhh...fuck...I love you so fucking much...I love this so fucking sweetie!" Rudy yelled between grunts as he buried his face firmly in Bryanna's chest. Bryanna was so beautiful, so adorable, that he could have given anything to possess her fully, to make her look at him with eyes that were for him and him alone. Rudy's ideas on the subject blossomed to a high point when he was snuggling tightly into Bryanna from behind as she lay face down on the bed, her face buried in a pillow. Her beautiful ass, her wonderful buttocks and her long golden hair dyed with sweat, added to the fact that he had fucked this exquisite specimen of a woman and he was firmly reminded of the day long ago when he had married his wife. He was lithe and energetic, always eager to please his wife and get pleasure in return. Time and age have blunted those desires, until tonight, right now. He suddenly felt refreshed, especially with such a young woman, awakening in him that same desire on that first honeymoon. The desire to procreate, to procreate. To take this fertile, plump young woman and make her his bride in spirit and in the flesh. He hadn't felt that way about any woman since his wife. Not even the women he'd managed to fuck along the way, and there were so many of them, he wasn't ashamed to admit, could compare to this rare beauty that sheathed his cock right now. She was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and then suddenly he had a very sharp feeling of urgency and panic, as if the moment was about to completely slip away from him.
"Fuck... Catch! Catch, my dear! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" Rudy sang over and over, like a prayer hymn, his mind wanting it with all its might, and his body doing the rest by pounding as deep as he could into the woman.
"Ahhnnn...yes...yes...fill me, honey! I need you so much...so much honey...! Yes...!yes!" Bryanna cried out, practically clutching the sheets in ecstasy.
After coming, her body fell on top of Bryanna. He wrapped his arms around and under her body, holding her tightly.
Bryanna rolled him on top of her, forcing his cock out of her grip. Then, her body still slick with fluid, she walked over to the men at the door.
"My husband apparently wants me for himself." Bryanna announced, as she eyed Rudy mischievously. "Want this S-grade married pussy for her own exclusive use. What do you say to that, gentlemen?"
Lewis smiled and slapped Bryanna on the ass. "Well I don't know about exclusivity but let's thank the old husband there anyway ma'am."
"After all, you only think about dick." Wayne ventured.
"That's true…" Bryanna said, stretching her arms above her head as the two men flanked her, each hand lazily cupping one of her breasts. "I'm sorry honey, but my body really aches for cock, cock and even more cock. Like these." Bryanna shook their erections with a clear smile on her face. "I love sucking a cock. I love being raised by a cock. Can I, honey? Can I have these thick, juicy cocks?"
He smiled. "Of course, 'sweetheart,'" he said, as he absently stroked her flesh. He really didn't know if it was true or not; and at this point he didn't really care. But the "fact" of the woman's apparent married status was an important factor in giving him and all the boys constant horns, so to speak, as taking someone else's claim was one of the oldest and most delicious sexual taboos around. . And Rudy had never, as far as he knew, hooked up with someone who was already married, though he remembered that it might just have been his fear of complications. Once again, this was a rare opportunity to fuck a traitorous cunt to exhaustion.
"Oh! Fuck you! They're fucking me raw my dear!" Bryanna screamed as the smiling men entered her cunt and ass, fucking her right there in the room standing up. Bryanna bleated and hooted, staring at Rudy as her holes were destroyed by the men once more.
"Yeah, catch it bitch!" Rudy said, starting to pump his cock, still slick with her juices and cum from her previous fuck festival, for a new hard-on.
For Bryanna, however, such a fantasy had only been helpful in giving her a more intriguing experience during the orgy. It helped that the man, who had hitherto been driven by a desire to be sated, was driven by the instinct to procreate, which made his attempts to "get her pregnant" even more endearing and, to some extent, quite stimulants. But for all her supposed lovemaking skills, Bryanna saw only thin mortal souls, with big dicks, undeniably but inadequate at the same time. Still, that didn't mean she absolutely couldn't enjoy it. The fantasy in particular caused her next half hour to have her hips totally destroyed by two thirsty men who had hitherto been denied the prize of her flesh. She rewarded them and "punished" Rudy at the same time, invoking the latter's fantasy, subverting it into something that inspired both men to do their best to "steal" her from him, which also translated into his greedy fuck, almost desperate moves that sent delicious shivers running down her spine. And, of course, Rudy seemed to be enjoying every detail of her reactions too, judging by the way her cock looked about to spew hot semen into her unfaithful body. By the way, Arslan's thought never crossed her mind.
Speaking of costumes, the other two had time to entertain themselves after winning Bryanna's next round of games. The next contest was for the birthday boy. For his prize, Wayne did not claim any fantasy or drama. Instead, he led Bryanna to one of the "dressing room" props at the back of the store, which Bryanna thought was actually the staff room where the dancers and strippers gathered before work. Wayne searched and found an empty tall cupboard, pushed Bryanna inside and joined her in closing them.
It was a tight fit; and with their bodies united, it became a very intimate situation. The lack of ventilation quickly made things hot and damp. Not that the horny birthday boy didn't need any other excuse to quickly slide his cock between her steaming thighs and fuck right there while their bodies remained in an awkward position. With little room to maneuver, their act of love quickly made the whole place violent with their thrusts and tremors. Not that Bryanna minded, when she found the constant pressure of their sweaty sweaty skin, the way her breasts and nipples rubbed against him, the way their limbs intertwined because there was no other space to be, it was like they were being it slowly turned into a muddy mud where no one was quite sure where it started and where it ended. And, of course, the scent of each other.
Although Bryanna found the romance experience enigmatic, it was a no-brainer for Wayne, the birthday boy, who was introduced to her as the "long-time bachelor". And in fact he was just that, even though he had several kids, who were all doing very well, all things considered. Yet, unlike his peers, he wasn't the type to get carried away by "the fascination of the flesh," as they called it. He was married to her work, for example; and he had a solid, stoic moral core that caused him to always cling to what was straight and narrow, no matter what the situation. Of course, behind that facade was a unique specimen of a man who displayed all sorts of fetishes and kinks. Some were pretty dark and inappropriate to be revealed, especially with his two friends here and maybe the woman didn't. The strip club also didn't have the kind of "equipment" he liked. So he had to come to terms with this planned situation, it was a re-creation of a certain incident in his younger days. He once fucked his boss, a manager in her prime in the employee section.
The woman was married, just as Bryanna was. The attraction had been mutual, and the day after the store closed, the two acted according to their wishes and made love in the staff room. It was then that the husband walked in, quite unexpectedly, and the two of them squeezed into one of the closets to hide. In that time, he didn't have the opportunity to actually fuck the woman, and they didn't even continue then, as the woman had pulled out of her infidelity affair soon after that. But those several minutes locked in a locker room with the woman had excited and awakened the fetish in Wayne, which he was now repeating with Bryanna, although this time he actually fucked the woman too. And she was so much more beautiful and pleasurable than any woman he'd ever had, so that was a bigger bonus in his eyes.
Overall, even Bryanna found it a unique experience and didn't object to Wayne trying three creampie sessions before he finished.
By the time they left the lockers, they were both sore and stank of their combined fluids, which had been kept locked inside a small space for so long it was clear they needed a shower. But the other men didn't care and quickly took charge of plugging Bryanna's holes while Wayne cooled off from all the effort.
"Boy, you guys look like you need a shower." Lewis commented.
"Are you really willing to wait?" Bryanna said, her voice tired and hoarse. Despite that, she still looked like she could go on for more, judging by the way she eagerly spread her legs for both of them.
"Hell no." Rudy said, already pumping his hips towards the woman.
They believed their holes twice more before Bryanna forced them to take her to the bathroom again, where they at least continued to fuck her while she rinsed off.
The next competition involved something Bryanna invented and was greeted with great applause by all men: an endurance test, or the Wild Ride. Bryanna would do her best, pulling all the stops to fuck each of the men, one by one, in the cowgirl position, and the guy who lasted long enough before going crazy inside her would be the winner. He would then have the privilege of an exclusive photo being taken of Bryanna's naked body and himself, circumventing his earlier refusal to take any record of this night. Men knew full well that it was a difficult hurdle to overcome. The woman not only had such a well-built body that it exuded sex from every pore, but she also possessed these techniques that would surely rip them out of everything they possessed. They had experienced this themselves: her hole, for example, was capable of squeezing and milking very accurately, as if it were a mouth of its own, and this combined with the way she used her hips to pump their cocks with maximum efficiency meant that an instant loss was very possible.
In fact, it was Rudy, the quick shooter, who demonstrated it well. As soon as he lay down and Bryanna took her position on top of him and sheathed his cock inside her pussy, he had already ejaculated after a few high, meaty grinds. For the record, this took a minute, although the man didn't seem to mind ejaculating one last time inside the beautiful lady.
Wayne came next, but only after a considerably longer time. The other men were then able to see how Bryanna pulled through all the obstacles, bouncing wildly on top of the man's hips as if she were riding some kind of wild animal rearing up and charging beneath her. It was easy to see Wayne visibly struggling with the ultimate pleasure that overwhelmed him at every turn, Bryanna was really using all her tricks from the book. Where before she had been content to reciprocate his movements, here she was fully on the attack, immobilizing him with an excruciating pleasure that left them in a constant celestial high. It took a little longer, about thirty minutes, but eventually he succumbed, and the succubus-like woman claimed her next victim.
The eventual winner was Lewis, who despite his age had a plethora of experience with pussies and all the tricks they could do. His past as a playboy was also a big factor in his attempts to brace his cock against Bryanna's ravishing assault on his cock. He rode every pleasurable grip of hers, every delicious chill that ran down her spine, every jolt of electricity that vibrated through her veins. He even resorted to closing his eyes to the fascination of her beauty, the sight of sweat trickling down her lovely pale milky neck, the drops falling and practically splashing her wildly swaying breasts, everything about her image was so erotically charged that a man could come just looking, and then he had no choice but not to look. It was a small trick, but Bryanna didn't seem to notice, maybe because her face looked like the others. Thanks to this, he lasted five minutes longer than Wayne and therefore took his prize as the winner.
Rudy grumbled as he used Lewis's phone to record the scene of Bryanna lying slack against Lewis's body, their sweaty bodies tangled, his hard cock still thrust deep into the woman's cock, as Bryanna pulled an ok signal to the camera. The lewd image was enough to drive a hard cock into a flaccid cock, and for men who were already rock hard, it only gave them even greater lust energy for more post-game fucking.
As the night wore on, the three men treated Bryanna like some kind of used sex doll that needed cleaning, which meant Rudy deftly laved the inside of her mouth with her tongue, licking and curling around the woman as her saliva " cleaned" her. Lewis was busy using his callused hands to rinse the woman's body, especially around her breasts, squeezing and adjusting to ensure every bit of dirt was cleaned. And, of course, Wayne dug deep into her pussy and ass, rubbing essential oils and everything else to lubricate the passage of his fingers into his well-used shit holes, preparing him for more work while doing a fresh restoration. Bryanna enjoyed the pampering a lot, making her settle into her own fantasy of a queen being served by her own harem of strong, burly men with magical hands. Somehow. Then everyone went back to their beds. Bryanna was on her back, legs spread and spread, ready to hug her night lovers for the rest of the night. Her voluptuous body was able to give pleasure to these men, tired and worn out with age, giving them the taste of a time of youth long forgotten, urging them on, digging up every last drop of virility they possessed. In a way, it was like succubus-like magic, strong and addictive, even though Bryanna wasn't doing any magic at all. It was natural, and in that it was even bigger than any kind of artificial amulet that could be pumped. And the men were eager to get as much of this young body as they could, to surrender to her lovely form in whatever way they wished. It seemed at that moment that all thoughts of camaraderie had left their minds: they were no longer sane.
A man whose name no longer mattered to Bryanna fucked her plump breasts. The valley within was a perfect fit for any rooster, so they pounded relentlessly forward, pushing deep, quick thrusts with a hungry need. Each potent dip inside him made this maddening pleasure all the more exquisite, as the sadistic lust was only fueled by Bryanna's words, turning him into a man who could only think of nothing but ruining her fine breast by turning such flesh sacrosanct in a receptacle for someone's immoral desires. Her fingers dug deep into the soft, supple flesh of her tits, squishing it as if he were squeezing milk out of her nipples as he continued to bump into her with glee.
The second man knelt between her legs, using his hands to keep them apart as he thrust his thick flesh into her soaked pussy. The incredible and persistent tightening of his insides was something men had noticed over and over again, a wonderful treat for old men who had experienced too many pussies and found them lacking despite the beauty or identity of their owners. Bryanna's entire body remained firm and young, never giving in to his grip, tightening the intensity no matter how much they wanted to ravage and ruin her insides. She remained immaculate, relatively speaking, which only added to their pleasure in having sex with her. And its constant intensity was always a pleasurable gift to Bryanna, who reveled in the sensation of being constantly attacked, of her body being used in a violent and desperate way.
The last person was currently balls deep in their mouths, their bulbous tip making her gasp and twist her mouth around its length while her tongue desperately continued to soothe and envelop; all while he continued to pound her hard, pushing his cock deeper and harder into her throat. Large, fat rivulets of spit and prejuice ran down her lips and chin, while her throat could only make choking, gurgling sounds. But, as she said, she liked the thrill of being abused and was right in the fantasy of her despair, her unbridled lust. She embraced the insanity brought on by bestial instincts that had been released from sleep and channeled into greater and greater effort. It was no mistake that they were as much prisoners here as she was theirs: their dicks,
This was carnal freedom in the ultimate expression. Bryanna had exerted an aura of debauchery over them all, stripping them of rationality and throwing them into the ever-stirring furnace of lust. Every possible hole in her was filled in, every inch of skin unexplored. If it wasn't her cunt, it would be her ass, if it wasn't her breasts, it would be her hand. The gangbang was deeply intense and even intimate in some way, as it was as if these men were sharing everything they had with Bryanna, and indirectly comforting her from her current problems.
For Bryanna, it was almost therapeutic to have her body used and abused constantly, as she eagerly threw herself into that furnace of desire along with the men, as if she wanted to merge with them in a final burst of desire. When the final explosion came, it came with fire running through every inch of her. Sperm pumped into her uterus, pulsed in many thick strands in her throat and splashed all over her body, staining it once more with pearly rivulets. They exploded their hot courage everywhere with the sense of contortion and resignation of men who had practically decided to dedicate the last of their souls to this being, to consign the last of their liberties to this idol of lust that took hold of their heat without complaint. And as always, Bryanna could almost dance and delight in the feel of his hot, scalding cum, which now permeated her body like a magical enchantment in its own right. Her body was completely impregnated with semen, strange semen, and perhaps it would be a wonder if her soul had been similarly stained ever since.
Her orgies continued into the wee hours of the morning, though no one in that group knew what had happened. His focus for the moment remained firmly on the woman, and on extracting every last drop of pleasure they could from her willing body. Outside, the neon-filled night was slowly fading waiting in silent suspense for the sunrise. But the men from Wakame had nothing to worry about, the club was booked for the entire week, just in preparation for this sort of thing. But of course, none of them ever expected such a thing to happen to them, making them even more desperate as the wild group reached its unfortunate but inevitable conclusion.
~xXx~
When morning finally came, Bryanna could feel it in her body, like a feeling of déjà vu. She rose from where she lay on the floor, where a pile of bed linen had been ripped off to create a makeshift sleeping mat. The cloth was naturally damp from the previous mating session and stained liberally with several of their combined juices. The men slept, unaware of their activity, their bodies finally exhausted after a long night of energetic exertion.
For Bryanna, the whole night was good. No, it was very satisfying indeed. It gave her the clarity that she had been missing for the past few months. Now, she felt as if she had been completely reborn as a Demon, ready for any new challenge that came her way. She had these gentlemen to thank: for being so understanding and acquiescent, and for being honest perverts. Despite giving in to Bryanna's whims, they never went too far, forcing Bryanna to destroy them. She ordered them to fuck her brains out and they did fine; she had almost no complaints. They had been the perfect outlet to release all her stress, and for that she was grateful for her help. She left them lying there with their dreams, and didn't even bother to wash again while she retrieved her clothes. She left with all her sperm still accumulated inside her. Bryanna felt the liquid trickle down her pussy and smiled.
When the men awoke much later, they would find no trace of the mysterious golden-haired woman who each gave them a night they would never forget. They even thought it was just some kind of shared drinking dream. The only last vestige of her was a solitary black panties, stained with all her fluids and spread out on the floor like a master painting portraying her and her feminine domain in all its glory. There was still her scent there, lingering like a lover's perfume, so strong and addictive.
The kind of game that came out to claim him would be something she wouldn't see, and best left to the imagination.