Chapter 16
The three of us move as one further into the room. The men manoeuvre me so I have my back to the centre. I move cautiously backwards, their fingers still deep inside me and their lips still on mine. I hit something and almost fall down. The men save me, but then lower me gently down onto whatever item of padded furniture is behind me.
There are other men here. I can hear them, feel them, and smell them. The aroma of sex is stronger closer to the action. Brenton lifts my legs and enters me, while Nordic man climbs onto the padded leather furniture and straddles my face with his hairy arsehole. Brenton starts thrusting into me and Nordic man’s furry arsehole comes into contact with my mouth. I can smell the musty man-scent of arse. It’s an aroma I’ve always found arousing. My tongue spears out, right into the centre of his arsehole. He sits down harder onto my tongue, leaving very little room for me to manoeuvre.