There was a muffled cheer from the audience and then the hands began to touch me. Stroking my hair, touching my arms and legs, my waist, my shoulders, my breasts, every part of me had hands gently stroking me. Two male slaves came over with large red urns in their hands and stood on either side of me. They raised the urns a few inches from my stomach and began to pour an oily scented liquid all over me, covering both me, and the cushions below me. I turned my face away to avoid being splashed; only to be confronted by a large hard penis, just inches from my face. It was presented to my mouth but I turned away, not knowing whether Nick would allow me.

The two slaves placed the urns on the ground and began to rub the oil all over me. Down each leg, back up between my legs and around my bottom, and over my chest before backing away for the crowds hands to move in. I looked down my oily body, over the mass of searching hands, to see two slave women kneeling before Nick, unfastening his shackles and helping him to his feet. I watched as they removed his clothes and, picking up the red urns, they poured what was left of the oil onto him. Rubbing it over his strong chest, and down his stomach to his erection. One focused on his front, the other on his back, until he was shining from his neck to his ankles. They then guided him over to me, walking him between my legs and positioning him against my pelvis. I smiled at him, admiring his muscular body, as he placed his hands on my body with a lustful glint in his eyes.

No one stood beside me, they just seemed to kneel on the cushions around me and reach up to caress my body. I must have had 10 pairs of hands on me, some playing with my hands, other my feet, my breasts, my stomach, they were everywhere. As Nick gently inserted himself inside me, I felt hands underneath me begin to move in on my bottom and sliding into me with the aid of the oil. I closed my eyes and let all these strangers touch me while Nick began to fuck me.

As he pushed into me the motion would swing me away and back onto his waiting penis. And again he would push deep into me, and again I would swing away and back. Each time I was impaled on him, and the fingers in my bottom. Someone’s hand had moved down my stomach and two fingers had slid down either side of my sex, stroking my open lips and the base of Nick’s cock. I began to moan as a third finger was inserted into my bottom, seemingly from a separate hand, which opened me wider than I had ever been. Nick responded by pushing harder into me, increasing his determination to make me orgasm.

I still couldn’t see anyone as they were all below me, so my eyes were focused on Nick. His eyes were beginning to narrow so I knew he was close to coming. I began to moan allowed to encourage him, and it certainly did the trick. He began to moan, almost cry aloud, as he came inside me. I wasn’t ready to orgasm yet, but nothing turned me on more what watching Nick coming. He continued to push into me, as did the fingers below me, until he was spent. He stepped away and moved over to stand over my chest. He leant down and kissed me on the lips and I could feel him breathing heavily against my mouth.

Nick had been replaced by one of the male slaves; a huge man and he slid himself into my juice filled sex with ease. I almost had an orgasm then and there as I had not expected another man to enter me, especially not one so well endowed. He filled my sex completely, and forced one of the fingers out of my bottom. He started to push in and out of me, while I looked up at Nick beside me with his penis in his hand again. He reached down between my legs and began to play with my clitoris while with the other hand he began to stroke himself above my breasts. I had never seen, or felt, anything so erotic in my life. Still with hands all over me I closed my eyes and began to feel the waves of an orgasm build inside me. I could feel Nick’s knuckles occasionally touch my breast as he masturbated himself over me. The huge cock inside me had spread open my sex so my clit was clearly visible. Nicks hand searched out the swollen bud and massaged it as another mans penis pounded into me.
I couldn’t take any more. I let out a whimper as my orgasm began to explode, making my body quiver and contract as I squeezed the slaves’ cock inside me. I opened my eyes just enough to see Nick come again, but this time over my oily chest. My slave kept on pounding into me until I relaxed my tension and lay there swinging in my cradle, with a dozen hands caressing me though the last wave of my ecstasy.

After a few minutes of stillness, I was gently lowered to the floor and freed from my constraints. We were handed towels and dressing gowns with the Club Erotica lapel proudly on their top pockets. The crowd had returned to the bar and the music turned up to it’s usual volume. Nick and I were brought a bottle of Champagne and left alone for the rest of the evening.

Through out the night, people were taken to the viewing rooms or handed to the crowd. Occasionally we joined them, but we left by midnight, calling our driver to come and collect us.

We have not been back to the club yet, but it has only been a month. However every time I see the dressing gown in the bathroom I get a warm feeling between my legs, urging me to return.
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