Eighty Days Blue by Vina Jackson Read Free Book Online

operation took place, on all fours on the bed, her mouth impaled onto the thick cock of a heavy-set red-haired man.
    â€˜Good girl,’ someone said.
    By then, Dominik was already spent. He had fucked her in every way he could wish to, had once even felt her gag on his hard cock when it hit the back of her throat as the black medic thrust into her from behind and the motion threw her involuntarily forward more than she had expected.
    The others kept busy. Between fucks, they would hand her a glass of wine, later water, which she requested, and some would gently mop her brow when the sweat began to drip from her fevered forehead. She never complained or asked for a break. He looked at the scene, trying to place himself in the skin of a dispassionate observer. One of her hold-up stockings was badly torn, and the one on her other leg was bunched up round her ankle. She was ravaged, but still rather beautiful as the men in the group circled the bed, moving along to play with her in turn.
    He gazed at the men surrounding their conquest. He wondered what it must feel like to have a penis in one’s mouth, what it would taste like, how it would fill his insides. What it would feel like to be a woman. His mind was entranced by the sheer beauty of submission and the undercurrents of beauty and self-determination it brought to the surface of a woman’s skin and soul.
    Right there and then, at the heart of his first gang bang, Dominik momentarily understood what it would be like to be submissive and knew that if he were a woman, he would also be a woman who would gift herself to men, to strangers.
    He was awed by the fact that a submissive woman could, through the power of her sexuality, almost control such a mad situation.
    The young nurse shrieked. Someone had pushed too far. ‘Enough,’ she protested.
    Nevertheless, her blushing face was radiant, ecstatic even.
    The men respectfully moved away from her. She slipped off the bed and away from the tangle of bodies.
    Spent condoms littered the hotel-room carpet.
    â€˜I think I need a shower,’ she said. She looked around at the circle of bodies surrounding the bed. ‘Wow! That sure was some party,’ she laughed, and headed towards the bathroom.
    They all dressed and one by one left the hotel room, leaving her behind with just the group’s leader, who had initiated the original contact with her and escorted her here.
    Dominik attended a further five gang bangs organised by the motley group. None of the men involved knew each other’s names, and he soon came to understand the other unwritten rules of the game. Because it was a game, consensual, lustful, sexual. The group provided a need, and surprisingly, some of the women even returned on a few occasions.
    Every time, he told himself he wouldn’t attend the next event, feeling shameful, guilty, angered by his own compulsion . But every man is led by his dick, and even if he left it to the last minute before confirming his attendance, he would be present at the pub or the bar where yet another new girl would be introduced.
    At the final gang bang he attended, back at the hotel near Victoria Station, following forays at the Old Street hotel and the basement in Old Compton Street, Dominik surprised himself by allowing his dark side to take over.
    The woman was a librarian from High Wycombe and they were still liberally taking their pleasure with her when a member of the group went to the hotel bar downstairs to fetch some extra drinks and returned with another woman. He had somehow seduced her in record time, or at any rate convinced her to join them all in the room. The newcomer was not taken aback by the spectacle of six naked men writhing lewdly around the pale body of a younger woman, cocks at attention, hair in disarray. She announced she would rather not participate and just wanted to observe.
    Right then, the woman who was the evening’s main attraction was positioned on her knees on the