Chapter 31: Mikel Introduces Me to His Tricks

When Maha finally left the lounge to catch her flight, Mikel rejoined me. He had impregnated a string of hot trophy wives while I was having my delightful lunch with beautiful Maha. He pointed them out to me with pride.

“Are you recharged, dad? I have something else to show you.”

It was a welcomed relief from the lovesickness that had overwhelmed me after Maha left. I agreed and came back to this hideout in the back. We never went back into the room, though, but continued through narrow service corridors to another section of the airport.

“This is the economy class transit area,” he explained. “This is where sometimes groups of American cheerleaders or spring breakers pass through, waiting for their connecting flights to the United States.”

We scanned the waiting area and found several groups of women of childbearing age, bored and tired. Mikel told me to wait and observe his actions.

I watched as he used his charm and good looks to persuade a large group of women to follow him to a storage room where they could purchase ‘heavily discounted perfumes’ directly from stock.

Soon he had about fifty of them in tow, leading them through narrow service corridors to a large storage room in the basement. It was full of boxes and packages. He opened a few boxes of perfume, each with its own test bottle on top of the wrapped boxes.

Standing on a sturdy box, he invited them to use the trial bottles freely and then select their favorite brand at a 50% discount off the MSRP.

I could sense that the test samples were laced with tx34 and recognized the familiar onset of arousal throughout the room. I was just wondering how he was going to satisfy fifty horny chicks when he made another announcement: “There’s also a special sale on sex toys. From what I hear from my female friends, these are perfect for easing the stress of waiting for a flight. Try them out for free.”

He then opened a large refrigerator and took out his toys and arranged them on a table in the middle of the room. The toys appeared to be custom-made, silicone dildos modeled after his own cock. Upon inspection, I found them to be warm and to feel very realistic. What I had mistaken for a refrigerator was indeed a tempered cabinet set to body temperature!

Soon the aroused ladies gathered around the table, forgot about the perfume in their tx34 induced lust, and grabbed these silicone toys. It didn’t take long for the first of them to disappear under mini-skirts and dresses.

“OMG, it’s vibrating” and “wow, it feels so good...” were some of the shocked comments I overheard.

Not surprisingly, given their high state of arousal, there was soon heavy moaning all around us. The women in pants had abandoned all modesty and pulled them down to make room for the rubber penises to stimulate their wet pussies.

It was mesmerizing to watch fifty girls and women in various stages of arousal moaning around us with increasing intensity until the room was filled with screams of pleasure.

Mikel and I stood by and watched this display of lust explode around us. The girls exploded into orgasm after orgasm. By now, many were lying on the naked floor; others were propped up on the table or on boxes around the room. Mikel walked with me through the crowd, inspecting the girls, squeezing some of the most alluring boobs, rubbing some particularly tempting clits.

“Made for me in China, my special design, special program - and an extra feature you will witness soon,” he added with a wink. He looked at his watch. “It should be starting any second.”

We moved to the woman who had started the frenzy. She was lying on the floor in a state of ecstasy, sweaty from her multiple orgasms, her body convulsing from the pleasure in her pussy. Eventually, I heard the vibration change from a high hum to a series of low bursts. Her eyes widened in surprise, her legs trembling as another orgasm washed over her body.

She screamed, “OMG, it is ejaculated in me!!!!”

Girl after girl now repeated the experience, each screaming with joy, surprise, and disbelief.

They shrieked: “It’s spurting!”, “YES, its shooting spunk in me!!!”, “Ahhhiiii, I get filled!”, and so on.

After ‘spurting’, the dildos seemed to turn off and let the girls come down from their high.

They began to form a line around the cash register that Mikel had placed in a corner of the room.

Most seemed deeply humiliated by their public masturbation and loss of control, their screams, their trembling bodies, their orgasms in front of their friends. What was reassuring was that everyone participated, and that it was an all-female audience - except for the cute ‘salesman’ and his older ‘assistant’.