Chapter 23: The Ladies Clothes Shop – Just like a camel - humped!

2014 January to August

A flock of hands roamed at will over my body and two grinning men took a hand each and led me further into the room where a low but very large bed awaited me covered with cushions and pillows. My hat was removed but they left the hold-ups although they were removed a little later. One of the men holding my hand kicked off his shoes, pulled his robe over his head and settled himself high up the bed facing me and the other moved behind me and told me to kneel between the other man’s legs. A moment later my mouth and anus were occupied.

They were both very eager and it seemed only a few minutes before they moved away and I was rolled on my back for traditional pussy penetration, first by one anonymous body, then another. My body was rearranged and suddenly there were three in me. My orgasms started about then. While this was happening, several faces watched intently, presumably waiting their turns and there was also a lot of noise from behind them. Somebody had switched a TV on showing football and there was shouting as the match progressed while, I discovered later, the others were conducting a sort of lottery on who did what to me and when.

From time to time, I broke free to use the loo, shower or eat or drink but for several hours my existence was a blur of sex.

They were eventually spent after what had felt like a marathon of sex and I know that several left, others were curled up around me on the bed while others slept on the floor and in chairs around the room. Twice during the night some of them came to me in the dark. On the first occasion, I half woke as my legs were quietly parted and his hardness slid effortlessly into me, I made a few appropriate noises as he swiftly pulled himself to climax with some loud grunting. His place was swiftly taken by one who decided to take his time, his hands and mouth exploring my body as kept a nice steady pace which gave me a nice soft panting and groaning orgasm before he increased his speed and finished himself. I went back to sleep with a delicious glow.

On the second occasion, I drowsily came to with someone kissing me, tongue exploring my mouth; his hands stoking my breasts. It was nice and I was about to kiss him back when I felt a coolness around my legs as the thin duvet was pulled aside and a mouth began to lavish attention on my pussy to be followed by another on my bottom, tongue pressing through the tight little ring and bringing me fully awake, They continued with this exquisite treatment for several minutes and then lifting and manoeuvring my body as needed, the tongues were replaced by penises and they each pounded to their conclusion without swapping The man in my mouth exploded first with a little vocal roar and as the other two continued their rhythmic thrusts, he left his softening penis in my mouth, moving it gently with his hand while speaking gently about how beautiful I was.

I awoke late on Sunday morning and found only four left. They cooked breakfast in bed for me and brewed some thick black coffee. I had slipped on one of their gowns and I sat on the bed and ate as we chatted about who they were and what they did and I dodged questions about who I was and where I lived and worked.

Sometime after breakfast, one asked if I was OK to continue. I was a little unclear at first but quickly realised his meaning. My body felt fine though a little pummelled and I slid further up the bed to await developments. He slid the gown up over my head and I swiftly applied a little lubricant. He wasted no time scrambling between my legs and pushing deep into me before establishing a fast pace which meant he did not anticipate taking too long in the saddle. The others were clearly of the same opinion as I could see the next man stripping off his robe eagerly in preparation