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Isabella's Birthday Surprise
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, F/F, Masturbation, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, control

My thirty-fourth birthday was on the horizon, I'd had one little disappointment, the kid's school had set up an educational trip and as we had three children at the school who were going on the trip, it was made clear to us that the school expected us, or more usually me, to be a chaperone for the children on the trip. I'd mentioned to James that it wouldn't be much of a holiday for me having to go on a school trip with three hundred kids but I had become resigned to it.

With a week to go to my birthday, I had a slight lift, a new company that was opening up in our area were holding an open day at the job centre and I had been sent an individual invitation, it was a huge coincidence that my individual invitation was also on my birthday. An individual invitation meant that instead of walking around the exhibition with two hundred others, I would be escorted around by one of the directors of the company and one of the job placement officers from the job centre, it was unusual for an invitation not to result in a job offer, it was a little like being head hunted, they had seen something in me that they wanted. Then CRASH, I couldn't go to the exhibition on my birthday as I was going to be eighty miles away with three hundred feral kids!

They say that things come in threes, James just said, "No problem, I'm not doing anything so I'll take the kids on their school trip and I'll ask my mum to run you into town so you don't have to struggle on the bus!"

I was woken on my birthday by breakfast in bed, made and served by the kids under James's supervision, there was another surprise too, a gift, we didn't do gifts in the morning on birthdays, we saved them until teatime when we usually had our party. I looked at James a little confused at why I had an early present. James said, "When I told my father about your invitation, he told me that he knew some of the top people in the company and, this gift will help you to create a good impression!"

I opened the present before I ate my breakfast, I pulled a very sheer dress from the brightly coloured paper, I put my hand down inside the neck to where my breast would be if I had put the dress on, I gave James one of my 'You've got to be kidding!' Kind of looks as I held dress and hand up to show James that the dress was totally see through. "You'll be wearing underwear, my dad has reps from that company call all the time, this is how they all dress!" "What, even the men?" "They don't employ men as reps. Just women, mostly twenty year old Barbie-doll types!"

James was right, his father had brought a full set of lingerie to go with the dress, the bra and panty set was still wrapped in cellophane so I didn't open it in front of the kids but as I noticed there were very sheer stockings too in the package, I assumed that the lingerie set had some kind of suspender belt in it.

James had to rush off but before he went he reminded me that his father knew the people I was going to see, "Put some makeup on, do your hair and wear the clothes my father gave you and you'll get the job for sure,"

I had plenty of time, I took a leisurely bath, I did do my hair as well as I could and I did put a little makeup on. I opened the lingerie packet, I had thought the dress was too sheer and see through but it was positively 'Muslim' compared to the bra. The bra felt so light that it had to have been made from spider's web or something similar. And the panties, well, they were just a single triangle of fine mesh, just two inches from the point of the triangle to its base, or rather the waistband, the three points joined together by elasticated material, an eighth of an inch thick. The suspender belt had the same elasticated material as a waistband with four one inch triangles of mesh leading to the suspender straps. I didn't even try the outfit on; I'd have to be a whore to dress like that to go out in public.

I went through every outfit I owned, I wasn't really happy though, my hair and makeup just didn't go with anything I owned, I could start again, change my hair, wash off the makeup but I didn't have the time, I just picked the best outfit from a bad line up.

I heard a car on the drive, June was early, that wasn't like her at all, she was a consummate time-manager, I opened the front door, Ron stood there, that came as a shock, "I thought as much, you chickened out didn't you?" I shook my head; Ron took an envelope out of his pocket and took a wad of photographs from it. "Look through these, the girls in the pictures are all reps from their northern office." I looked through the pictures, fifteen girls, all posing with Ron in his dinner jacket, each girl was blond, each was perfectly proportioned and each one wore a dress that was clearly see through, even on poor quality photographs.

"If you don't put the dress I got you on, they won't even look at you!" My mood slumped; I turned and went to my bedroom. It didn't take long to change but the thong looked ridiculous, a two inch triangle of fine gossamer mesh with a five inch triangle of bright ginger hair totally surrounding it. I pulled my dressing gown on and opened my bedroom door.

Ron was standing there, a battery beard trimmer, a bowl of warm water, one of James's disposable razors and a tin of shaving foam, "I guessed that you'd have a problem with the lingerie fitting, You'll need all of these to help you into the panties!"

I took everything from Ron's hands and closed the bedroom door again, this time I also locked the door. I knocked twenty years of growth down with the beard trimmer and then I quickly used the razor and soap to cut out the ginger stumps before I slipped the knickers back on. It looked a lot less stupid this time and I put on the suspender belt and stockings as well. I looked in the mirror, I could actually see my slit through the gossamer triangle but I was running out of time so I pulled the bra on, same thin straps, same impossibly small triangles of material to cover as little of my breasts as possible.

I pulled the dress on, low cut front, very short but voluminous so that the folds hid my bare pussy from view. I could clearly see my dark areola and for some reason my nipples were standing out like organ stops. I reached into my wardrobe and found my lightweight summer mackintosh. Ron looked very disappointed when I stepped out onto the landing in my mack.

Ron had to drive a little faster than I'd have liked but nothing creates a worse impression than pitching up late so I had to put up with it. I had to walk into the job centre at a fast walk, almost a jog but I was in with two minutes to spare. My invitation said that I would be escorted by Tom Pritchard, the Production Director of the company and Gail Smith, my 'career progression advisor' at the job centre. I shook hands with Gail and Tom and was invited to hang my coat up. I really, really wanted to say no but I knew that would seem weird so I handed my coat to Gail, her face looked like she had a bad smell under her nose as she walked off to hang my coat up.

A very much older man came over and held out his hand to me, "Hi, I'm Gordon Finch, I'm the MD of the company, I'm pleased to meet you, Isabella isn't it?" I don't know why I blushed but I did as I took his hand and nodded my head. Gordon reached into a group of people who were struggling for attention at the sign-in desk. He pulled a young woman out of the mass of bodies, "This is Tom Pritchard, he'll be escorting you around today, just give him all of your details!" Gordon took my arm and led me into the exhibition hall.

We walked around quite quickly, Gordon outlining the points of interest as we went. The other guides were taking ninety minutes to show prospects around the hall and then a thirty minute Q&A at the end. I was at the exit in just fifteen minutes, 'I've blown this, stupid dress,' ran through my mind but Gordon didn't show me out and then return to the start, he still had a hold of my arm and he was guiding me across the road to the hotel they were all using.

Ron was actually sitting in the bar of the hotel drinking, Gordon spotted him and walked over, dragging me with him, "Ron you old dog, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?" Ron smiled at Gordon and then at me, "Oh, I'm so sorry, where are my manners? Ron, this is Isabella, Isabella, Ron here is one of my best customers. If you get a job with us, Ron will be on your visit list I'm sure!"

Ron just said that he was pleased to meet me; he shook Gordon's hand and then turned back to his drink. But I did notice that he took a very long look at me in his dress and he had a very lecherous look on his face too.

Gordon offered me lunch but I refused, then Gordon looked a little serious, "I'll put my cards on the table Isabella, you see that man over there, Ron, last year my customer service rep got a million pounds worth of business off of him, this year, so far, not one red cent, want to know the difference? Well, I'll tell you, last year he had Rebecca, a nineteen year old blond Goddess but she got married and left, this year, he has Patricia, she's twenty-five and a mother of two. Both girls can sell but when it gets to six o'clock, Patricia goes home to her husband and kids, Rebecca would just be getting started by then, she did most of her work in her hotel room after midnight, if you know what I mean!"

Gordon smiled at the look of discomfort on my face and the red patches fighting through the foundation on my face as I started to blush.

"Three of my junior directors pulled your name out of the CV's that the job centre sent us and I told them that they were all mad, I only agreed to let Tom invite you so that I could take the piss out of him after but as soon as I saw the way you're dressed, I just had to take over your interview!" "Am I being interviewed?"

Gordon sat back in his seat and looked me over, he was being very obvious that he was looking at my breasts and down between my legs, because I was sitting down, the excess folds of material had fallen to either side and now my panties, suspender belt and that part of my body that my panties should have hidden from view but failed, were all on display to him, I blushed again when I realised that my nipples had responded to his looking at my body.

Gordon left it a long while as he looked all over my body, he ordered two menus from the waitress, then he leaned in and said, "I'm a bit like Rebecca, I tend to like to do my best work in my hotel bedroom after midnight, but for now, join me in a meal, just so that we can get to know each other."

I sat there totally shocked; Ron had caught my eye just a moment earlier and pulled a face at me behind Gordon's back, so I had a smile on my face that was now frozen in time even after Gordon's comments. "I'm really pleased to see you have that reaction Isabella, many women, especially married women, would have slapped my face and stormed off, you show a great deal of promise Isabella."

The matradee stood at Gordon's side and cleared his throat, "Do you have a table booked sir?" "No, but I am a resident, in fact I have ten rooms at the moment!" The matradee looked uncomfortable but in control, "We can seat you here in the bar for your meal sir but the restaurant is fully booked unfortunately."

Gordon looked like he was going to explode but just at that moment Ron butted in, he pulled the matradee to one side, "I'm sorry, my party has just cancelled on me, so there will be just me for lunch today, I'm sorry to mess you about like this!" I watched as Ron slipped a ten pound note into the matradee's hand, "Very good sir, if you'll indulge me for a moment, I'll seat you right away!" Before the matradee could open his mouth again Gordon was already talking to Ron, "Ron old man, as you have no guests and a table and I have a guest and no table, would you like to join my friend here and I for lunch today, on me of course!"

So Ron, Gordon and I went through to lunch together. After the starter Gordon went to the bathroom, "He's crazy; he wants to interview me in his room at midnight!" Ron laughed, "While you were in the toilet he invited me to join the two of you on the town later and to take part in the interview with you and him!"

I was doubly shocked, I was about to say more when Gordon returned. Ron managed to calm me down a little with his tomfoolery and joking about, I had felt like a slab of meat on a butcher's block but I relaxed a lot, Ron slipped off between mains and sweet and after we had finished and Gordon went to sign the tab, Ron whispered, I've made up an excuse to James, he's a little pissed off that you won't be home for your birthday tea but I've told him that you really want this Job and the evening event is all part of the competitive interview process, I told him that they need to see how you handle yourself at a catered event, so he understands, I told him that I'd been invited along as a customer, so I'd be able to look after you!" "Now you're the one being crazy, I'm off as soon as I can be!" "That's okay, if you don't want the job, we can take the opportunity to go out on the town, a disco or a club and dinner after, you have an all night pass out, pity to waste it!"

Gordon returned to the table with a tall and very handsome man, he wasn't young but well tanned and distinguished looking. "Sid, this is Ron, one of my oldest friends and this is Isabella a very new friend, Ron, Isabella, this is Sid, he's one of our colonial cousins, Sid is a re-employment expert from Brisbane, he's here to pass on his considerable knowledge to our job centre staff."

Ron was asked if he could find us a table in the bar for after lunch drinks. "Find us a table for four old man, get us some drinks on my room, 442, I need a moment alone with Isabella."

I watched as Ron and Sid went through to the bar, Gordon was all smiles until both men left the room and then he turned serious, "Right Isabella, cards on the table time, if you want to work for me you have to know how to flirt, how to get a total stranger to want you so bad that he'll buy my products, just to please you. Customers won't always be as handsome as Ron or Sid but you will have to look beyond that, I've picked Sid because he's not from round here, in just one weeks time he'll be 10,250 miles away, so you'll never have to see him again but it's all up to you, you can flirt with Ron if you prefer him to Sid."

"But Sid isn't a customer, so how would you measure if I'm successful or not?" Gordon put his right hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a foil covered condom. "You have two hours to bring this to me full of Ron or Sid's spunk," I took the condom from him, then he stopped me standing up, he reached into his jacket pocket again and produced a second condom and his room key. "Get Ron to fill one and Sid to fill the other before dinner and I'll guarantee the job and to sweeten the pot I'll give you a grand as well!"

Gordon really was totally mad, I was led into the bar and sat between Ron and Sid on a sofa with Gordon sitting on a single seat opposite. Gordon looking on, studying my actions and reactions really did make me feel like a piece of meat on the slab. Sid surprised me though, I wasn't really flirting with him but he was going way over the top flirting with me. Sid made mention of things he'd brought over from Australia, he asked several times if I'd like to see something in his room. "I've brought some bonza spirit over from 'stralia, you can't get it over here though, you Sheila's love it but us guys don't like it so much, we prefer beer right guys, I could let you try it if you'd like to join me in my room for a drink!"

When Sid had been introduced to us in the restaurant earlier he had seemed like the perfect gentleman, in the bar a few moments later he was like some kind of sex maniac. Gordon was tilting his head towards the stairs, giving me nonverbal instructions to take Sid up on his offer of a drink in his room. "Okay, I'd love to try your Australian drink!" I stood up and moved out from between Ron and Sid, Sid followed me, he picked up both of our drinks, at the lift he said, your room or mine?"

I looked over to Ron and Gordon; both men were looking at Sid and I as we waited for the lift to arrive. I held up Gordon's key, looked at the fob, "We could go to room 442 if you like!"

My husband was the only man I had ever had any sexual contact with in my life before and his father was sitting in a hotel bar, watching as I went up to another man's bedroom to have sex with a third man, a foreigner and total stranger at that.

"How do we do this Isabella? Do I undress you? Do we undress ourselves? Curtains open or closed? Lights on or off? Can I kiss you? This is my first time playing away from home so I don't know the protocol!"

It made it a little easier that Sid was so comfortable in talking through what we were about to do, and even more comforting to find out that I wasn't the end of a long, long line of other conquests for him. I didn't speak; I pulled the curtains and started to pull my dress over my head in total darkness. "Can I put the lights on Isabella, this is probably my one and only time for something like this, I'd hate to miss any of it!" I found the switch and put the main lights on, I had my arms behind my back and was about to unfasten my bra, "Can I do that for you, like I said, my one and only time at this!"

"You didn't sound like such a novice down in the bar!" "God, that was that Ron bloke, he told me that if I acted out a bit you'd be a shoe in for a fun time with me!" Sid was naked and he had removed my bra, he pulled me onto the bed and he covered my body with his. I felt his cock pressing the thin strap of my thong up between my legs; the heat of his cock suddenly reminded me that I had to show Gordon a condom. "Stop, you have to put this on first!" "That's a shame!" Sid sheathed his cock and returned to cover me again, I used my hand to ease the thin strap from between his cock and my pussy and I gasped as he filled me in one thrust, all the way in, balls slapping against my arse as he turned into the Tasmanian devil.

I got the surprise of my life, I was use to James's lacklustre sexual performance and I thought that was normal, Sid was a whirlwind, I reached an almost instant orgasm, a proper Cosmopolitan climax that I had read about often but never felt, surprise number two was the fact that as I started building to a second climax Sid was still fucking me, James would have rolled away five minutes before, the third shock came as the bedroom door opened and Gordon and Ron walked in on us.

Sid was about to pull out and run but I was beyond allowing him to do that and I clamped my legs over his bum and locked my arms around his neck to keep him in place. Gordon apologised, "I thought you were going to Sid's room Isabella, not mine!"

Sid lost his hard momentarily and I felt his cock slip out, poor guy must have thought he was being well set up in the circumstances, "Come on baby, it's okay, you were so close, just a little more!" I was raining kisses on Sid's lips as I spoke. I felt Sid inflate again but there was still something sticking to my bum, the condom had fallen off and now Sid was riding bareback. Sid was soon pounding away again, I looked over his shoulder at Ron and Gordon, they were both just standing there with the door open watching Sid and I fucking like rabbits.

When Sid finally shot his load up into me I was delirious with pleasure and unable to move anymore, Sid jumped up and dressed as quickly as he could and had to squeeze between Ron and Gordon to get through the door, he stepped back, "I hope I can see you again before I go Isabella!" And with that last comment, Sid was gone and Gordon closed the door behind him.

Ron pulled the shrivelled up condom from between my bum cheeks and showed it to Gordon, "I do hope she's on another form of birth control or her Career will be a very short one!" Gordon laughed, "You want a turn at her now old man or would you like to wait until she dries out a little?" "I'd like a little play now and more later, after the club!"

Gordon was already undressed and Ron was halfway there, Ron lay on his side and pulled me onto mine, then he started kissing me and while I was kissing Ron, Gordon slipped in behind me and started to rub around my bottom. Gordon pulled the thin string that ran between my legs so that it was high on my hip, then his fingers explored around my anal muscle, "God, an un-trodden path, so unusual these days!"

I didn't really understand Gordon's comment but then his fingers were dredging into my cunny hole and I didn't care what he meant, Ron's cock was pressing against my bare pussy mound, nowhere close to lining up with the desired target so I had to do all the work to get his cock into me, as I felt Ron enter me, Gordon was pressing his fingers hard against my anal hole, Ron stopped me complaining as his lips were locked against mine and as Gordon slipped one finger all the way up my arse hole I stopped struggling or trying to complain.

Ron was in no hurry to cum; his fucking action was as slow as his son's but Ron was still fucking me long after his son would have lost his beans. I was trying to ignore Gordon but as his cock replaced his finger up my bum it was very hard to ignore him. It was my turn to go wild this time, fighting to get out from between the two men. Even though I fought hard I couldn't extricate myself from the sex sandwich that I found myself in and as I struggled I actually caused both men to shoot off simultaneously.

The three of us had an afternoon nap, all cuddling together on the huge hotel bed. Ron woke us all at six o'clock. I had to take a shower and because the guys hadn't taken my thong off while fucking me and I hadn't bothered after, it was too dirty to wear again so I ended up going out to the club with no bra or panties on and feeling very exposed but I did have the time of my life. I had no idea that exhibitionism could be such a turn on.

I had never been to a club like the one Ron and Gordon took me too, for a start, instead of bowls of peanuts on the tables, there were bowls of condoms! Both Ron and Gordon were encouraging me to play with other men on the dance floor, women as well, Ron introduced me to Jesse, a woman who seemed to be a very good friend of his and she took me to the dance floor to dance and within seconds she had pulled my bare tits out over the low neckline of my dress and as we danced she fondled me for the full record, fondling and occasionally chewing on my nipples.

When we returned to the table I noticed that Ron had taken a condom and was rolling it on his cock as he sat at the table. Jesse pulled me into the seat at the side of Ron and she hiked her dress up, she, like me, had no panties on, she sat on Ron's lap and wriggled herself down on his cock, then as she slowly lifted and lowered herself on Ron's cock, she kissed and fondled my breasts. Jesse gave herself an orgasm, then she turned her head and kissed Ron, "You want to cum too baby? Or are you saving it up for your new girlfriend here?" Ron laughed and said, "I'm cool thanks darling, if you see Samantha or Kelly on your way round send them over please!" "Ooooh! Strap-on Sam, your girlfriend is in for a treat isn't she."

Several men asked me to dance and Ron encouraged me to dance with quite a few of them, Gordon had disappeared off to somewhere called the 'Dark room'! After four dances the guy I was with was trying to pull me over to his table but I was trying to return to Ron's side. Ron saw me struggling and got up, I thought that he was coming over to rescue me but I was wrong, he whispered in my ear, "Go to his table and let yourself go a little!" So I allowed the guy to pull me to his table, a table that he was sharing with five other men, there wasn't a spare seat for me to sit on so I was made to stand for a moment while the guy opened his trousers and rolled a condom down his cock.

I was pulled down onto his cock, sitting with my back to the guy, the other five men just started up a 'Normal' conversation with me as their friend grunted through his very rapid climax. I was so distracted by the normality of the whole situation that I missed the fact that a guy was humping his spunk into a condom in my pussy. I had been asked for my name, age, marital status, where I lived, what family I had and what my telephone number was, It was at that point when the guy who had just fucked me got his breath back and asked me, "Are you okay or did you want me to give you an orgasm?" I remembered Ron being asked the same question by Jesse, so I used Ron's reply, "I'm cool thanks darling!"

I slipped off the guy's lap and was just about to rejoin Ron, who hadn't taken his eyes off of me since I sat on the guy's cock, I noticed that Ron was gesturing for me to stay there, two men had their trousers open and had condoms in their hands, "Spin you for it!" One of them said, a coin was flipped in the air, heads was called but the coin fell tails uppermost. The man who won the toss of the coin rolled the condom down his cock and I was pulled down onto his lap.

As I was being fucked the men began a conversation. I wasn't being ignored; I was included in the conversation or rather the centre of the conversation even though it was a little difficult to answer as I began to orgasm. I heard the man under me begin to grunt through his own orgasm and as soon as that fact registered on the group, the man who lost the coin toss took his cock out again and rolled the condom down his shaft.

I was pulled very quickly from one lap to the next and hardly missed a beat of my own climax. As man number three began to fuck up into me, two of the men who hadn't so far sampled my delights leaned over and began to ease my dress up over my body and off over my head. By the time that the third man had filled his condom I was sitting there, bouncing up and down on his lap wearing just shoes, stockings and suspender belt.

I was passed around until all six men had climaxed and all six of them thanked me with a kiss. I was just about to go back to Ron's table when I was handed six condoms, with their open ends tied, to take with me. Six condoms but no dress!

A very disappointed looking woman was talking to Ron as I set out to join him, Ron nodded his head in my direction and the woman looked a lot less disappointed. When I got to Ron's table I was just looking at my handful of condoms, Ron got an empty bowl and placed it on his table next to the bowl of unused condoms and told me to put my 'winnings' into the bowl. I was introduced to Samantha, she was very pretty, unbelievably skinny, no breasts but dressed very femininely with well styled hair and professional looking makeup. Samantha kissed me in welcome and then she pulled me into a seat beside her and started to get to know me for thirty minutes. Men came to ask me to dance but Ron waived them away. Suddenly Sam turned to Ron and said, "Okay, you were right, Isabella is lovely, she'll be perfect!"

Ron called a man back who had asked to dance with me while I was chatting to Samantha and I was pulled out onto the dance floor, after the dance I was taken to the man's table and he just slipped a condom on and fucked me. I wasn't quite so excited and so I didn't cum, I just spent the five minutes looking around the room. More women were naked now and a few men too but there were fifteen to twenty men to every women in the room. The guy finished and thanked me, then he asked if I wauld like an orgasm and I thanked him but politely refused the offer. The lights were fading down and curtains opened on a brightly lit stage.

Ron took the used condom from my hand and kissed me, whispering in my ear, "I do hope you like this!"

Samantha came out onto the stage, she had changed into a leotard and there was a low vaulting horse in the middle of the stage. Samantha went through a gymnastic routine with a difference, her leotard was a split crotch and most of her routine was designed to show off her cunt to the audience.

After twenty minutes of floor and vault work Ron started to move me in closer to the stage to get a better look, then a man walked out onto the stage with two low stands, he was naked but for a 'Gimp' mask, he placed the two stands eighteen inches apart before laying between them. Ron gave me a condom, he had stripped the outer cover off of it, he handed it to me and told me to put it on the guy as he lay on the floor between the stands.

It crossed my mind that Ron was asking me to roll the rubber on the guy's cock and then ride him up on stage in front of everyone, that thought would usually have sent me running but after watching so much sex and being watched having sex in the day, I wasn't even phased at the thought of doing it up on stage.

I rolled the condom on the guy, Samantha told me to stand on the down-stage side of the guy so that everyone could watch me do it. Samantha moved me, placing my back against the vaulting horse before she took up a stance on the two stands over the guy, Samantha went down into splits and from where I was I could see that the cock was just off line, Sam whispered for me to help her, I moved in and took the guy's cock as Sam lifted slightly, when she went down again he was lined up perfectly but before I could move away again Sam pulled my head in and began kissing me as she fucked the man from splits.

The audience were whistling, clapping and stamping their feet to that action, I managed a look over at Ron, he looked very proud as he clapped while others were slapping him on his back. I was probably the only one who knew the guy under Samantha had climaxed, I didn't hear him cum but I did hear the, seemingly mandatory, comment, "Thank you for that, would you like me to help you cum now?" It seemed to me that every time one sexual partner climaxed before the other, they always asked if their partner would like a climax too.

Sam pushed me away and began to rise up slowly, she had a look of extreme concentration on her face and from my very close position I could see that the guy's flaccid cock was being pulled up by Sam's inner muscles, when she was finally on her feet she asked me to reach between her legs and as I pulled the full condom out of her pussy she used her muscles to try and hold it in, causing it to snap against my hand when it was finally free, but not a single droplet of spunk was lost.

I thought the show was over and was about to rejoin Ron but Samantha stopped me, I was returned to the vaulting horse, Samantha pushed me face down onto the horse and the guy who she had just fucked presented her with a fake rubber dick complete with balls, balls and a three point harness. Sam stepped into the harness and pulled the strap tight; I was watching her so closely that I hadn't spotted two men from the audience come up onto the stage until they took one of my wrists each to pull me down hard onto the horse, bent over face down.

Just in case I had missed it, Sam came up to my face and showed me the larger than life rubber cock, "Open your mouth bitch!" Sam ordered and without thinking I did, she almost broke my teeth she rammed the rubber dick in so hard. It was so huge that it was actually stretching my jaw as it went in, almost beyond my capability to handle. Sam fucked my mouth for a few minutes and then she reached under and began to squeeze the rubber balls and as she did the cock grew in girth, stretching my mouth further still.

Sam pulled the huge cock out of my mouth without letting it down first, then she showed it off to all the men, huge fat rubber cock with my drool dripping from it. The presentation got a great cheer as Sam walked back and forth displaying the dildo as she let the air out of its inflatable shaft.

I felt the grip on my wrists tighten and more weight pulling against my arms, pulling me on to the top of the horse harder. Suddenly there was a sharp pain, Sam was behind me and she rammed the fake cock up me in one thrust, she hadn't even bothered to line it up or anything. Samantha fucked me at great speed and with surprising ferocity for such a petite girl.

Then I realised that every time she hit me hard the balls would pump a little air in the cock and it was growing by the second. By the time I begged her to stop, or rather, by the time she listened to me begging her to stop and she pulled the cock out it had grown from a six inch circumference rubber cock to a twelve inch circumference rubber cock. The audience went wild as Sam pranced back and forth showing how fat she had made the cock grow, it was even measured just to prove that it really was a huge as it looked.

I was released and slid down to the ground gasping for air from a thousand orgasms as well as the pain of being so stretched. Sam's, gimp hooded, friend moved the two stands that she had done the splits on so that they formed a small platform end on to the audience and Sam got the two men who had held me down to have a game of rock - paper - scissors, the winner was led to the platform, he was sat down facing the audience on the edge closest to them. Sam pulled him down onto his back and Gimp man handed Samantha another strap-on dildo, much smaller, shorter as well as thinner.

Gimp man rolled a condom down the winners cock to a round of friendly boo's from the crowd; they obviously thought that I should have rolled the condom on the guy's cock. The booing stopped when Sam demonstrated the smaller dildo, she pumped its balls and although it took an age, the thin dildo grew from a four inch circumference to a ten inch before she let it deflate.

I was lifted off of the floor and placed on the winner's cock where I fell against his body, still gasping from my earlier orgasms. The guy didn't start fucking me; I felt the cold tip of Sam's smaller dildo against my anal muscle, still sore from Gordon's earlier exploration. Sam was a little more gentle with her fucking of my arse than she had been while fucking my cunt.

She didn't rely on the balls crashing against my body to pump the cock up, she used her hand and kept it up way past the guy's shooting his spunk into the condom and his cock was forced from my body by the increasing size of the dildo in my arse. Sam was still fucking me when she invited the audience to come up on stage to witness her removing the fake cock from my back passage. Before I passed out from the pain of its removal, I saw that it was fully inflated to its full ten inch circumference.

My limp and lifeless body was carried over to Ron's table and I was placed on his lap, my eyes opened and Ron kissed me, the room was going wild as I whispered, "Are you okay or did you want me to give you an orgasm?" and I slipped back into unconsciousness.

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