Volume 3: A Shot in the Dark
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After the fun in the Wet Rooms, I slipped back into my uniform, ready to resume the meet-and-greet role expected of me by the Club management. I was heading back towards the main reception area when I was intercepted by a well-built man wearing a towel slung casually over one shoulder. I thought I recognized him from the crowd around the tentacle machine. "Hi, err, Tania," he said, squinting at the name-tag on my jacket, "My friends and I were watching you with the Octopus earlier, and now we have a problem." "Uh-huh, sure," I said, smiling brightly, already beginning to suspect exactly what was to come. He put a hand on my arm and directed me towards a doorway nearby, which stood partially open, revealing a darkened room beyond. "A really big problem, and we really, really need your help," he continued, grinning lustfully at me. I stepped inside. The man followed me closely and shut the door behind us. He took my hand casually and I turned to face him in the near-darkness. "So what is this big problem?" I asked eagerly, "and how can I help?" "Our problem," he replied laconically, directing my hand downwards, "Is that these erections just won't go away." As my eyes rapidly adjusted to the dimness of the room, I could see five other men lounging on the seating. All were quite naked, and all had rigid erections which stiffened further as I appreciatively looked over the goods on display. "Aw," I thought, "How sweet. An old-fashioned gang-bang!" The man who had intercepted me was standing right behind me, so close that I could feel his dick pressing into the small of my back. I turned and bent, running my hand teasingly over the head of his cock before briefly cupping his balls and planting a pouting kiss on his helmet. His penis jerked so hard that I thought for a split-second that he was going to come on my face there and then, but fortunately - for me - he managed to get himself under control. I stepped away, towards the center of the room. "Well, boys," I asked, barely able to keep a smirk off my face, "Why don't you come over here and let me help you out?" The men - I would later confirm that they were all Norms - needed no further encouragement. They stood as one and moved to stand in a circle around me. I knelt to a convenient height to get my mouth to work on the exciting array of manhoods. It is always my pleasure to taste every cock I am presented with, a sample to assess the level of control, the size and the hardness of each. I moved around the circle, licking and sucking each dick for a minute or so, while wanking the adjacent ones, in each case imagining what this particular one would feel like in each of my openings. All in all, they were a splendid collection of phalluses as I had ever come across - quite literally, in most cases! I found it necessary to test a couple of the dicks on display a second time, to the very evident pleasure of the recipients. Finally I made my decision - I knew exactly which dick I wanted in each hole and a fairly good idea of exactly how to extract the maximum number of orgasms - for me, as well as them - from the party. Selecting one of the men, I pushed him down on the low couch and sucked him once again, being sure to leave his dick dripping wet with my own saliva. I mounted him reverse cowboy style, first in my cunt - already wet with eager anticipation - and then, after a few vigorous thrusts, I eased his dick into my ass. The man who had invited me in leant over me, holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples before licking the vagina lips between them. Another started licking my clit and the opening between my legs, making the juices - a mixture of his saliva and my own intimate fluids - flow to further lubricate the steady piston-like movements of the dick in my ass. Being licked out in both cunts simultaneously I always find so very exciting and it was only a few moments before I experienced the first of several powerful orgasms. I would have cried out, but my mouth was filled by another cock I had already guided there. Sensing me come, the two who had been licking me moved to fill me in both cunts. Now I had both hands busy too, keeping the other two boys hard and excited, ready to fuck me after their friends had shot their loads. I was careful to pace my strokes, not wishing them to cum in my hands, but to hold them off until I was able to take them inside me. The pounding in my chest and throat did not last long, and volleys of warm semen soon filled me. I swallowed reflexively, the cum in both openings draining into my stomach. The two spent dicks withdrew gracefully, and I guided the cocks in each hand to take their places. The cock in my mouth came almost immediately - just in time! - and I sucked hard to drain him as much as possible. The penis that now slipped between my breasts was larger than the previous one - almost too big for that opening, but now with extra lubrication the tension was so stimulating. I grasped the man's thighs and encouraged him to fuck me harder, until both he and the man in my lower cunt blew their loads into me, coming together because of my orgasmic contractions. Then, and only them, did I tense the muscles in my ass, squeezing the dick in my anus and bouncing up and down with all the energy and flexibility I could muster. I could feel him cum in my ass, hard, kicking off the last of my own orgasms, writhing and squealing under the press of bodies still holding me down. I lay still with my eyes closed for a few moments, basking in the interior glow caused by powerful sex. The weight of bodies moved off me, and I opened my eyes and rolled off the couch, eliciting a gasp from the man whose softening cock was still in my ass. As I looked around at my companions, the PA reminded me with a subliminal flash that it was approaching the end of my shift. I moved to collect my uniform - no point in putting it back on - and stepped towards the door. "Well, boys," I said, turning to look back at the relaxing men and detumescent cocks, "I hope you've all enjoyed yourselves, 'cos it's time for me to go." An array of satisfied grins was answer enough. I made my way back to the staff room to change into my own clothes. I took a five-second dry shower - not as satisfying as the longer wet ones I prefer - before dressing. This I achieved by simply standing in the middle of the room, naked and with my arms held high, and closed my eyes. There was a faint whirr of movement and a damp fluttering sensation over my skin from the automation, which ceased after a few seconds leaving me clean and dry. All ready to go. I stopped me as I was leaving the club to make my way home by the gang bang man, who thanked me for my enthusiasm with his friends earlier. "You know, you really are a great tonic to a jaded man," he concluded laconically, "A real shot in the arm."
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Part 3