Film Festival to Remember
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A couple plans to attend a Spanish film festival, but the narrator has other plans and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Wife Watching MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Sadistic Spanking Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
One Spaniard waits by the door while I retrieve your purse. You are let to the end of the corridor where a curtain is parted for you...
Once into a long, dim corridor, your handcuffs are removed, and you face your Spanish sperm donors. They are all best described as ‘swarthy’, but with their pants pulled up, it’s hard to tell who was who! Each of the men kisses your face - both cheeks - in that very European welcoming gesture. Truly bizarre. A small glass bottle of diet coke is produced for you, and you swig gratefully from the bottle. You drain the little bottle and hand it back.
With a man on each arm and the door held open for you, you move forward down the length of the corridor. Your dress falls back into place after a few steps; you barely noticed that it was still raised around your hips. Only a minute later does the strange sensation that you’ve been standing in front of these strangers for some time completely exposed hit you! You are completely disoriented, you say nothing, you don’t look around because there is nothing to see – you allow yourself to be led onward.
A man and woman enter the hallway from the far end towards which you are heading, a handsome gentleman and a younger blond woman, he in his 50s and she is maybe 30. They gaze openly at you in a very admiring fashion. Their eyes wander down your gorgeous frame and obviously catch the river of cum coating both your legs. She smiles and he smacks her on the bottom. They disappear into the gloom of the long hallway behind you, a moment later you hear the steel door open as they exit.
You arrive at a curtain at the end of the corridor. The curtain is pulled aside for you. You enter a shimmering cavern, lit by black lights. Your escorts stop just the other side of the curtain. Your dress is lifted over your head. You don’t resist at all, you are an automaton at this point and raise your arms. Your bra is gently removed and each escort bends to kiss your breasts. Your smooth skin glows under the black lights.
A woman offers you a glass of red wine off a tray, and you take it. She is wearing a gorgeous black dress, a string of large pearls and stockings – she looks dressed for a night at the opera. She produces a bright red lipstick from the tray she is carrying and smiling she carefully writes the number “9” just above your right breast. You gaze briefly at the number; a giggle rises in your throat.
Moments later your two escorts return to guide you across the cavern-like room that only now you are beginning to take in – it is huge.
The Spaniards arrive with you, at a largish grotto-looking room just off the main hall. It’s more a ‘nook’ than a room – grotto-like in that there appear to be no flat walls at all. A glowing “9” set above the entrance of the grotto casts a warm red light. Rounded with a red haze at the entrance, we enter the grotto that you can now tell is lit by black lights along the roof. A wide velvet couch built into the side of the grotto runs around the round room, but what really stands out is the table.
The tabletop is an obelisk of black granite at least 10 cm thick. It is about a meter wide closest to you, narrowing at the far end. It is rough, but not jagged, cold to the touch, but not painful. Its top stands at the height of an average man’s groin. You’ve never seen anything like this, but you know immediately what it’s for. You consider running.
Moments later, you realize you are being lifted from the floor and laid backward onto the table. A small cushion is under your head, supporting your neck. You make to shift up the table as you realize a great pressure along your bottom as it is right on the end of the table, and your legs are dangling uncomfortably.
However, as you make to move, your Spanish escorts each take a leg, raising and spreading them - thus removing the pressure from the edge of the table. You need not move. Indeed, you cannot move. You realize that this is a sacrificial altar – a black granite slab with you as the sacrifice. Your exposure means nothing to you now.
You notice that the red velvet couch is packed with men, drinking, talking, and watching you. A face looms above you. The Spaniards each stretch a hand to your cunt and scoop cum from your mound - spreading it over your belly and rubbing your clit briskly for but a minute. You feel a hardness at your entrance, and a cock slides slowly into you. You try to force yourself to focus on the face above the cock.
A rather rotund gentleman rocks slowly in and out of you. He fixes you with a stare but says nothing. You feel his weight pressed against your crotch, you feel his swollen glands against your even more swollen lips, and his cock spreads them well. You notice cum spread all over your lower half glows eerily under the black lights. The cold sticky sensation quickly gives way to the mounting warmth and vibrations from your cunt.
You feel your body rocking back and forth with his fucking. The intensity of the fucking builds; the rotund gentleman’s face begins to distort. He makes his first sounds. He holds your legs in a vice-like grip – one in each arm – he bangs you harder and harder. His head back, you know he is spraying his seed into you.
When you see the blackest face in your life, an absurd thought crosses your mind; it’s a long way from Africa! At that moment, hands grip your head and your face is turned to the side. A large and incredibly hard shaft – this is a white one – is pushed into your mouth as you feel your cunt being once again stretched! In concussion after concussion, a huge pair of black balls slaps your bottom – you can’t see from your position, but they glisten with sweat.