Group Sex Erotica
"The Chair Girl" a sex story by Kay Jaybee
In the back room of the exclusive club a black leather chair was bolted to the center of the floor. Circled around it were six hard, wooden stools, and beneath each sat a metal box. Here the game was played. Two thousand pounds was the bet.
Photo by Beau Monde Photography
"The aim of the game is for the players to make you come."
The compare regarded Jay sternly as he listed the rules.
"Rule 1: None of the players may speak.
Rule 2: The people who play depends on the roll of the dice.
Rule 3: The person who wins the right to touch you can ask for assistance from one other player.
Rule 4: You have to do everything asked of you.
Rule 5: If you come then you have failed and must face the End Game."
Jay inclined her head. She understood. She'd seen the game played before. She'd been transfixed by it.
"Then you will play." The owner of club smirked as he wordlessly handed Jay her outfit.
Jay examined her reflection in the dingy, changing-room mirror. She was sparsely clad in two tight bands of linen, one dug across her firm, chocolate chest; the other barely hid her pussy. Her long, black hair hung loose down her back. Jay felt the butterflies that had been bubbling up inside her increase in activity. She knew she looked good, perhaps too good. A voice at the back of her mind asked what the hell she thought she was doing. As usual, Jay ignored it. If she always listened to her nagging doubts she'd never do anything. Taking a deep breath, she walked out to the game floor; stomach in, head held high.
Sat bolt upright in the leather chair, Jay allowed her wrists to be secured to its arms with blue cord. She looked defiantly at those surrounding her. The stools were occupied by three men and three women. They sat impatiently, assessing their prey. Each face was lined with lust. Around them a group of voyeurs crowded to see the forthcoming show, drinks discarded, chatter hushed. They had paid a high ticket price simply to watch. The silence was tense with expectation.
The players took their dice. The lights dimmed.
"Round 1," the compare's voice boomed out, 'Three chances to have your number come up. Two minutes to attend to the chair girl. Play."
The man sitting on stool one stood up. His deep, hazel eyes fixed on Jay's captive body as he threw the dice. He rolled a four.
Jay tensed as a tall, pale blonde woman approached her. Confident in a minimal black bra and thong; a calculating smile crossed her thin, red lips. Swivelling the leather chair so that Jay faced her, the woman grabbed her firmly by the chin. Staring deeply into Jay's eyes, Number four paused for a few seconds.
The delay in action was agony to the waiting crowd, who were already taking bets on how long Jay would last.
The blonde forced one long, delicate finger inside the material that constrained Jay's dark, bulging breasts. Carefully, lightly, she stroked over and around the right nipple, until an unwilling gasp escaped from between Jay's clenched teeth.
The bell rang. Time was up. The crowd held its breath and waited for the next roll of the dice.
Number 3.
A bulky, gruff looking man stood up extremely quickly and twisted the chair towards him in a frustrated rush. His hard dick stuck out unpleasantly from the leg of his shorts. His face urgent and unkind, only his want mattered here. Grabbing at Jay's linen bindings, he ripped them from her body, causing Jay to cry out as they snagged her skin. He yanked down his shorts, and forcing her to the edge of the chair, he hammered his cock into Jay's damp body. Exploding instantly, he withdrew in seconds, leaving Jay shocked, sitting in a pool of semen and sweat, her wrists burning against the rub of the cord. Using the discarded linen to wipe himself down, Number three quietly returned to his empty stool.
The audience could no longer just watch. The sight of Jay, dishevelled, her spread legs dripping with come, sent them into a frenzy of petting. The circle, however, remained silent.
The dice rolled. Number 2 was up.
With streaked red hair hanging in two thick plaits around her shoulders, contestant number two freed her luscious tits by unhooking the wisp of lace that held them up. Then, pushing Jay deep into the seat, she sat astride her legs, forcing an ample breast into the chair girl's ripe mouth. Understanding the unspoken order, Jay sucked at the intrusion before beginning to lick the nipple in slow, teasing, circular motions, sometimes hard, sometimes feather-soft, until her captor began to wriggle with desire.
The bell rang twice.
Round one was over.
Beyond the game, the crowd was slowly losing control. The bubble of noise was steadily growing. Yet even those whose fingers were working inside panties, and whose hands firmly rubbed cocks, kept their eyes on the deeply breathing girl who sat in the chair. No one wanted to miss her moment of victory or defeat.
Jay's mind was racing, blanking out all around her as she fought to keep her rising need at bay. Very little had really happened yet; at least she had survived the first round without disgracing herself.
The occupants of stools one, five and six sat in a hell of waiting.
"Round 2. Four minutes a go," the compare announced as he surveyed the room.
The dice rolled.
Number 3.
Jay groaned inwardly and braced herself to be invaded again by this coarse man. He grabbed his metal box. Jay fought back the dread that threatened her as she anticipated what might be inside. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or terrified when he produced a blindfold. Roughly, he pulled it over her eyes, trapping her sleek black hair against her neck. Deprived of sight, Jay began to shiver. Goose-pimples sprang up against her bare flesh, gratifying Number 3 with her first obvious sign of uncertainty.
He swiftly untied Jay's wrists and hoisted her around until she was kneeling up; bottom and back exposed, arms supporting her weight over the back of the chair. Then, with unexpected tenderness, he began to kiss Jay's back, her buttocks and the sides of her breasts. Exquisite sensations threatened to engulf her as he slipped a finger between her legs and rubbed it against her clit. The feelings Jay had done so well to deny grew unbearably strong. Attempts to wriggle away from the incredible fingering were rewarded with a hard smack on the rump, arousing her almost as much as his hand did.
The bell rang, and Jay sagged with relief. Number 3 turned away, his stiff dick looking hopefully at the hungry faces of the crowd. He rolled the dice.
Number 1.
The slim man sighed with relief. His long, dark fingers trembled as he too opened his box. Removing a silk cloth, he wrapped it around his bony hand and he rubbed it all over Jay's bronze arse. Still denied her sight, Jay had nothing to distract her mind from the beautiful feelings he created as every inch of her backside was smoothed with the utmost care.
Number 1 turned and beckoned to the large, tanned woman on stool 6. Following his gestures, she waited whilst he picked Jay up off the chair, and then replaced her on the warm leather. Jay was then pushed against Number 6's body, so that her tits crushed into the player's lap, exposing Jay's buttocks more than ever, whilst her legs dangled on the floor.
Her disorientation was brief as she suddenly realised what was about to happen. Instinct took over and she struggled to free herself, but was held firm. The more Jay squirmed, the more her treacherous body wanted to feel the pressure from the soft flesh beneath her. In an enormous effort of self control, Jay forced herself to keep still, concentrating on the prize money she was so close to winning, and beating down how humiliatingly good it all felt.
Grasping Jay's bottom with one hand, Number 1 positioned himself at the entrance of her anus, and, after smearing his length with his own spit, thrust into the dark passage that puckered invitingly before him. Jay muffled her involuntary screams by biting into the buxom woman below her, and was swiftly rewarded by a hard smack across her back.
As Number 1 pumped his cock in and out of Jay, Number 6 relaxed back into the chair, enjoying the feel of the trapped body against her. As the bell rang, the man's head jerked back. He stuffed his hand into his mouth to stifle the sated roar that raced up his throat.
Turning away from the chair, he rolled the dice.
Number 6.
With Jay still sweating and panting across her lap, Number 6 sat very still for a second, before gesturing to the red head on stool 2.
A tall, splendid, almost angular woman picked up her box, walked towards the chair, and pulled off Jay's blindfold. Blinking in the suddenly intense light, Jay looked on in trepidation as Number 2 produced a frighteningly thick silver dildo. Quickly, she began to tease the wide tip against Jay's mouth, causing her to shudder with a complex mixture of dread and craving, but just as Jay thought her cunt was about to be invaded, the red head smiled seductively and dropped the metal dildo with a clang that echoed through the room.
Instead, Number 2 quickly grabbed a short, black cane from her box, which she then passed to her accomplice enthroned in the leather chair. In thanks, Number 6 grabbed the red head's wrist, pulled her forward, and kissed her. The two women continued exploring each others mouths, as, with a resounding crack, the cane came down on Jay's violated bum.
Imprisoned beneath them, Jay clenched her teeth as tightly as she could, fighting the feeling that her two thousand pounds was slipping away. Jay's intense need for satisfaction now dominated her thoughts as the cane continued to crack onto her raw buttocks. Her mind fixated on what her captors must be doing to each other, as Number 6 came in leaping jerks beneath her. Jay's own wasted juices oozed down her thighs.
The bell rang twice. It was the end of Round Two.
Heaving themselves away from the chair, the two female players reluctantly retuned to the circle, their bodies flushed.
There was only one round left. Only one more roll of the dice.
Jay sat back down, her buttocks raw and burning. Her clammy back stuck to the leather, the chair's mere presence serving to keep her body in a state of arousal. She attempted to gather herself together in the few seconds she had before the next assault. Every single inch of her wanted to be touched, kissed and stroked, but she was so close to the end now, so close to winning. Only five minutes to go. It seemed like a life time.
"Final Round," the host boomed over the noise of the expectant crowd.
The dice rolled.
Jay squeezed her eyes shut for a second in a last effort of self-control. Who would win the right to play the final round?
Number 4.
The confidence and triumph in the blonde's eyes as she approached caused Jay's heart to sink. Without wasting any time Number 4 knelt before Jay, pulled her to the very front of the chair, spread her legs wide, and began to lick her. It was what Jay had been both longing for and dreading.
The slow lingering laps felt exquisite. Jays nerves shot through her body as the initial quivers of pleasure rippled down her legs and up into her stomach. She frantically tried to fill her brain with other thoughts; anything dull and mundane. Yet the erotic thrill was too strong and Jay's mind kept returning to her situation, telling her how deliciously dirty she was. That thought alone made her quest harder than ever.
Number 4 stretched her hands up, smoothing Jay's stomach and teasing the undersides of her breasts as she continued to flick the lightest tip of her tongue across the enflamed clit.
Jay gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Hot flashes of color danced behind her closed lids; but she wasn't finished yet.
Keeping up her tender caress around Jay's chest, Number 4 pulled away from her legs. The absence of the tongue seemed worse than its attention, and Jay felt tears of loss spring to her eyes. Triumph shone across the player's face as she paused to collect the contents of her metal chest. Jay blinked as a long, double headed dildo was flashed in front of her eyes. Its huge, black length shone in the dim light as Number 4 inserted half of it up inside herself.
Jay gulped, sweat prickled across her back and forehead, and her hands gripped the chairs arms. Her eyes were drawn to her opponent as she approached and, with careful movements, jammed the remaining half of the plastic cock into Jay's slippery opening.
It was too much. The second she felt the thick dildo push up inside her and the woman's neat pubic hair rub against her own, it was over. This was bliss. At last she allowed her body to sink beneath the attention of the fantastic woman who was fucking her like a man.
The audience erupted. Like all those before her, the chair girl had lost. Now they could watch the End Game. It was what they'd paid for.
As both Jay's and Number 4's spasms died away, the compare stepped forward, a self satisfied smile across his weasel face. Once again his £2000 was safe. "The End Game will begin."
The six players stood and dragged Jay's exhausted body towards them. The chair abandoned, Jay braced herself as she was roughly positioned on all fours. Within seconds there was a cock thrust unceremoniously into her arse. Another swiftly followed into her crack, whilst two of the women occupied themselves with her breasts. A third forced her face into Jay's groin, licking both her snatch and the contrastingly pale balls of the man who'd invaded her. Finally, the last man pushed his dick into the chair girl's rich, panting mouth.
The sight of the end-game sent the overheated watchers into an orgy of ecstasy and excess, as grasping their nearest neighbour, they violated each other in any way they could.
Jay was overloaded with sensation, almost insane with the blissful agony of the gang bang she had willingly exposed herself too. As she moved her body forward Jay was instantly shunted backwards onto the cock that impaled her. Stuck between two hard, unyielding bodies, and surrounded by four others was enough to make her delirious. As the men came within her beautifully confined body, they fell upon the other women, hungry for the experience to continue as long as their bodies would allow.
Jay exploded over and over again, her eyes no longer seeing anything but the violent swarm of her feelings. Her limbs became weaker and weaker, until her body finally, mercifully, gave way, and she was racked with the power of her final, overwhelming release.
She had never been in this for the money.
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Copyright November 2007, Kay Jaybee
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published November 2007: Lust