Some cum spilled on my hand. I didn't let it go to waste. I wasn't like that, was I. My tongue was numb. How many women had I seen doing this? How many times had I longed to be in their place? And now I was. This was me, with the fresh mouthful. I didn't want to swallow just yet.
'Thank you' I mumbled. My wife looks at me. I close my eyes and I swallow. I need to cum.
But there were four cocks, and only three of them came. The two who unloaded on the man's cock, and the one I just sucked off to completion.
A woman takes my hand. 'Get on your knees'. I see him.
Another woman is guiding him towards me. She gets behind him. Her hands reach around, grab his cock. Two hands are holding my head.
'Open your mouth. I'm going to jerk him off and make him cum.' She strokes. And I wait, watching a woman's hand, maybe his wife?, stroke an eager cock in front of my face. I plead with my eyes. Flashes of videos I've seen. I'm imagining a bukkake. When he cums, some will shoot in my mouth, some will splatter my face. Of course they'll make me suck their fingers after they scoop my facial. That's four.
Is it over? Is it my turn? I look around.
Mistress asks : 'How many loads have you swallowed? How many men have you drank?'
'Ten'.
'If you make can make it to the next phase, you will have won your membership. Do you think you can handle what's next?'
'Yes'.
I want this, this place, these people, these cock to be real. A place where I can go, where I can return.