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Yep, last year’s New Year’s Eve was a real doozer.I remember quite clearly what was going on leading up to the 10, 9, 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1…hoo-ha. I wore heels and a hot, red satin dress, adorned with sequins, straps, and pearls. Undoubtedly, it helped attract Adam.We made eye contact and a connection early in the evening which led to a tango, in which I felt his pocket rocket up against me, as his knee moved between my thighs and I received the rapture of his first kiss. He was a fit fellow with a big smile. With just ten strokes left before midnight, I felt his delightful cock between my legs. It was like a rocket ship taking me all the way to the moon. We were on a huge coach with other entwined couples, shagging away, strobe lights flashing and the loud music blasting.I humped him like a banshee, grabbing the hair on his head and pulling him into me, all the while howling like bloody hell. I was thinking baby, having his baby and bringing joy to the world.Abruptly, right around midnight, he flooded my pond and pushed me away, and took the hand of some random floozy and headed to a dark corner of the room, never to be seen again by me.I lay there in shock, stunned and devastated by my loss. My dress was up to my waist, with my legs still splayed open, with my panties down around my ankles and his sperm pouring down my slot. I was in that moment thinking desperate, loser thoughts.And then, in the midst of my despair, the host, bless his heart, intervened and altıparmak escort broke the spell of my hellacious experience. Obviously having observed my plight, he said, “Perhaps, I can be of some assistance. My name is Hubert, Melanie. Are you up for an adventure?”I distinctly recall my rather defensive answer. “Well, I don’t want a pity fuck, if that’s what you mean.”“No, that’s not at all what I had in mind,” he said.I looked at the man more closely, realizing he was concerned and, seemingly, really wanted to help me.He wore a tux, probably the only person not undressed to some extent at that point. He was tall, and may I dare say, noble-looking. He had slicked-back, shiny, black hair, along with a broad nose, a handlebar mustache, spectacles, and dainty side-burns.“Listen,” he said, “do you want to play the Game? It might cheer you up.”“What’s the Game?”“Yes or no? You’ll see. You’ll find out. Truly, it would spoil it for you if I told you now. You know, part of the Game is the surprise of it all.”I figured, what the fuck, anything was better than to stew in my own juices, all alone and exposed in the party aftermath. Frankly, I was desperate. Better, I thought, to start the New Year fresh, than as a loser and a reject.“Alright, alright, you won’t have to twist my arm; yes, yes,” l said.“Alright, come along with me then,” he said while quickly taking my hand and leading me to an elevator.“Don’t görükle escort bayan worry, Melanie, the Game is guaranteed.”“What do you mean, guaranteed?”“You will go home with someone of your choosing, if you like.”The elevator door opened and we got in. Immediately, Hubert suggested I strip in order to better prepare. At this junction, I felt I knew what the Game was going to be about, so rather than being suspicious, I calmly let my clothes fall to the elevator floor, while smugly hoping for a big one.Yet, I certainly was not ready for the commotion that erupted as soon as the elevator door opened. There were at least a hundred naked men yelling, “Yes, yes, bring her in, bring her in.”My memorable words were, “Are we talking serious gang-bang here?”Hubert laughed and said, “Sorry, not on the menu for this evening but, maybe we can fix you up just right.”He led me up a small staircase onto the stage and gestured toward a sturdy-looking cage, 6’ by 6’ by 6’ with a chair in the center. I turned towards him and let him know I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in that cage. Hubert registered my distress and let me know it was for my own protection. As if to emphasize the wisdom of this necessity, two men rushed the stage and began jerking off.Seconds later they were bounced by two burly bouncers. Hubert, in his best reassuring manner, let me know again that the cage was for my own protection in case things got too crazy and out of hand. He gave me the key to the cage and said I could lock and unlock it at will.So there I was, standing naked and vulnerable on stage, in front of a whole lot of naked, hollering men, holding their dicks and jerking off. Why? It struck me that here in the basement, in the middle of this madness, was where the real party thrived. I knew it was a crazy thought, perhaps, an insane thought, but that’s where my head was at in that moment. Suddenly, it dawned on me that this was the call of the wild. My curiosity blocked out the chaos and insanity that triggered my fear and I asked Hubert (who was rapidly losing my trust) what the hell was behind the screen. Three bachelors, he said, and then he told them to say hello.“Hello,” said bachelor number one in a squeaky voice, “hello,” said bachelor number two in a scratchy voice, and “welcome,” said bachelor number three in a deep baritone.Hubert then gave me a script of questions to ask and told me I could go home with a person of my choice. Also, Hubert gave me a vibrator and dildo with which to entertain the audience, so they wouldn’t get bored while I asked questions. Without thinking I started to use it and found it transporting. The crowd seemed to like it, too. They became even more aroused and rowdy. Hubert noticed the danger, and in an effort to preclude my leaving, he thanked me vociferously for agreeing to play the Game.The basement smelled kind of funky by the time we began. Guys were jacking sperm that streamed out like, well, confetti on New Year’s Eve. Blokes with big boners kept rushing the stage as I sat inside the cage wondering if I should ask the questions written on the script; debating with myself whether I should even play the Game.
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