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Lucky Roll
Every year since college, the people in our group of friends would have a singles night in. Nothing special, some friends, some alcohol and a whole lot of consensual sexcapades.
Pete, one of the guys that was always part of the singles crowd managed to own a small motel with six rooms. It was nothing special, not a 5 star establishment, but not a slum either. This place seemed to be perfect for the group this year. There was six of us guys and maybe six or seven girls in the group, none of us were models, but we weren't bottom of the barrel either. All of us were eager to provide and receive pleasure.
So this year Pete had an idea, six rooms, let's roll the dice and let fate decide who gets coupled this year. I had to admit, it was an interesting idea. One that could lead to many different scenarios.
The night of the singles event things got switched around, the guys would be in the rooms, and the girls would roll the dice and enter the rooms that the dice showed. I was put in room 4 but when I went to it, there was a hook hanging from the ceiling over the bed.
I looked at Pete and he said, it's the same setup in each room.
One of the girls came in behind Pete and removed my clothes down to my underwear and tied my wrists. I stepped onto the bed as she instructed and she attached my bound wrists to the hook on the ceiling, then she put a blindfold over my eyes. I asked, “What's all this for?”
I felt her finger push my lips, "shhhh," then a moment later her fingers were gone and replaced with her soft lips. I heard the door open, "have fun," she said as I heard the door close behind her.
Some time went by before I heard the door open and close. The fragrance of lilac and roses filled the room. Several minutes later I felt long fingernails barely scraping my bare skin. They started at my sides and moved in towards my naval, the tenderness contrasted between the sheer torture of the sharp claws. She moved behind me and I could feel her hot breath on my shoulder. It was erotic and sexy as hell, and she hasn't even touched me anywhere major yet. "My name is Sarah, and I rolled a '4'"
I felt one hand travel down my body and her fingertips rested on my package. Even through the fabric, my erection was begging for her touch. Her other hand trailed around my chest and nipple, scraping the little tip, inflicting pain and excitement all at the same time. Her nails moving up and down over me, barely scratching the surface, but every nerve in my body was on edge. Her fingers travelled up the shaft to the head and then to my belly, resting just above where the waistband clung to my skin.
Her fingers played with the elastic, moving just barely inside of it, teasing me. I felt her...
Pete, one of the guys that was always part of the singles crowd managed to own a small motel with six rooms. It was nothing special, not a 5 star establishment, but not a slum either. This place seemed to be perfect for the group this year. There was six of us guys and maybe six or seven girls in the group, none of us were models, but we weren't bottom of the barrel either. All of us were eager to provide and receive pleasure.
So this year Pete had an idea, six rooms, let's roll the dice and let fate decide who gets coupled this year. I had to admit, it was an interesting idea. One that could lead to many different scenarios.
The night of the singles event things got switched around, the guys would be in the rooms, and the girls would roll the dice and enter the rooms that the dice showed. I was put in room 4 but when I went to it, there was a hook hanging from the ceiling over the bed.
I looked at Pete and he said, it's the same setup in each room.
One of the girls came in behind Pete and removed my clothes down to my underwear and tied my wrists. I stepped onto the bed as she instructed and she attached my bound wrists to the hook on the ceiling, then she put a blindfold over my eyes. I asked, “What's all this for?”
I felt her finger push my lips, "shhhh," then a moment later her fingers were gone and replaced with her soft lips. I heard the door open, "have fun," she said as I heard the door close behind her.
Some time went by before I heard the door open and close. The fragrance of lilac and roses filled the room. Several minutes later I felt long fingernails barely scraping my bare skin. They started at my sides and moved in towards my naval, the tenderness contrasted between the sheer torture of the sharp claws. She moved behind me and I could feel her hot breath on my shoulder. It was erotic and sexy as hell, and she hasn't even touched me anywhere major yet. "My name is Sarah, and I rolled a '4'"
I felt one hand travel down my body and her fingertips rested on my package. Even through the fabric, my erection was begging for her touch. Her other hand trailed around my chest and nipple, scraping the little tip, inflicting pain and excitement all at the same time. Her nails moving up and down over me, barely scratching the surface, but every nerve in my body was on edge. Her fingers travelled up the shaft to the head and then to my belly, resting just above where the waistband clung to my skin.
Her fingers played with the elastic, moving just barely inside of it, teasing me. I felt her...
