I said, “Why don’t you pull my hair if you need to keep your hands busy,” and I drew his cock back into my mouth, running my tongue around and around its head. He took the suggestion, and gathered up a handful of my long blonde hair and used it to pull me down onto his cock. He fucked my mouth with long, deep strokes, controlling the speed and depth by the grip he had on my hair. I love having my hair pulled while I’m sucking cock, the pain and control making me feel like such a slut.
A couple more guys joined us, he let go of my hair, and let me resume my active servicing of several cocks. Do I enjoy being tied down and just… used? Obviously I do. But I also enjoy it when I get to play a more active role in my gang bangs. I love having an array of hard cocks waiting for me to lick and suck them. Being in control of a guy’s pleasure, knowing that it’s my skill with hands, lips, and tongue that is driving them crazy is a huge turn-on for me.
I brought another couple of guys to orgasm, and they were replaced by fresh, hard cocks, as the guys got into the flow of our little oral gang bang. George had been the outlier, as most of them preferred coming in me, not on me.
The routine became me opening my mouth wide, tongue protruding. The next guy would wank his cock as he came, aiming his jets, trickles, or dribbles of cum onto my tongue and into my mouth — if he had a good aim. A fair amount still wound up on my face and tits though. Once his balls were drained, I’d close my mouth, swallow, and then open my mouth and stick my tongue out again, showing him that his deposit had indeed joined the growing amount of jizz in my stomach.
I lost track of how many guys I’d sucked off, and I’ll admit my knees were starting to get a little sore. The carpet was thick, but still. Damon had been paying attention, and while he didn’t know — or probably care — how my knees felt, I think he could tell that my blowjobs were becoming a little less enthusiastic as my jaw got tired also. Damon did care about his customers having the best experience possible.
He said, “Gentlemen, I think we should give her talented lips a rest, eh? Let’s set something else up while Tawny here takes a brief break.”
After a quick visit to the bathroom to tidy up a bit — the cum on my breasts was going to make most of the guys reluctant to play with them, and I wanted them played with. Fresh and clean, I drank some water and returned to the waiting crowd.
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The next plan was to put me up on a barstool. It was the style that had a small back, and a padded leather seat. I looked a little more closely. Probably vinyl. They draped my arms over the back, and then they tied my wrists together. Damon ran another rope down to one of the stool’s cross-braces, and pulled it taut before tying it there. They scooted my ass forward enough to have my pussy just over the edge of the stool, and stuffed a pillow behind me to make sure I didn’t scoot backwards on the seat.
A guy sat down in each of the adjacent barstools, which I thought was odd. They wanted a good view of me being fucked? Another two guys bent down, grabbed my legs by the ankles, and lifted them up straight in front of me.
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