In the Lecture Theatre

It's just after one in the morning. The streets are quiet, traffic lights signalling to no one.

You're led by the hand through the back door of the building. You've never been here before, but you trust that I know where I'm going. Our footsteps echo in the empty foyer, and we turn a corner to find a corridor lined with elevator doors.

Standing in the middle is a security guard, white shirt, black pants, and a radio on his belt. He looks at you, then to me, and says, "You've got two hours. That's two hours to be out of the building, not just finishing in the room. Any later, and we're all going to get in a storm of trouble. Understand?"

I nod, and I thank him for arranging to keep the third floor clear.

You and I step into one of the elevators, and as the doors close, you turn to me and ask, "How did you get him to agree?"

I smile, "It's not that interesting. I just did him a favour that saved him a couple of grand. He needed some work done on a car, and I knew someone who could do it properly and cheap for cash."

"Does he know what we're using the room for?"

I shake my head.

The elevator opens on the third floor, and I lead you to an older part of the building. This side is better, because the windows are smaller, and have blinds that can be drawn by hand, instead of the automated ones on the other side.

As we get closer to the lecture theatre, we can hear the voices of your friends, the ones who arrived ten minutes earlier, the ones who will be participating tonight.

When we step into the room, we're met with a loud, enthusiastic, "Happy birthday!"

There are a dozen of them in the room, your closest friends, your favourite playmates. And they're all here, waiting for you. Most have changed into lingerie, or leather harnesses. Others have simply taken off their shirts, standing around in pants or skirts. Someone has brought a box of adhesive ribbon bows, and they've been stuck on top of heads, over nipples and various other places. Your gifts, as it were.

You beam, and rush around hugging everybody, while I double check the projector is ready to go.

The room takes up a corner of the floor, and the seating is arranged diagonally across it, in three tiered sections. The desks on each tier are bolted down, and behind the final row of desks is a final raised tier, with no desks. A table has been brought in, and several toys have been laid out on towels. Impact toys, vibrators, strap-ons, plugs, gags...

I have a quick word with your friend, the one with the tattoos across their stomach that always make you blush when they call you 'cutie', and I run them through how to start the video playlist we've all had a hand in compiling for you.

Then I take you up past the desks, all the way to the back. We stand behind the final row of desks, everybody looking up at us. I smile, and say to you, and to everyone else, "Well, happy birthday, Pet! We've all come together to make one of your biggest fantasies come true. Everyone here has made this possible, and we're all really, really looking forward to having you show us your joy and gratitude in all kinds of ways."

A chuckle runs through the room. You giggle and bite your lip, looking down.

I lean forward, and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready to begin."

You sigh, "Yes please."

I give you a wicked grin, then signal to your tattooed friend. They click a button, and suddenly the projector screen is lit up with the image of three femmes, clothed but quickly undressing, running their hands over one another. Two of them are in the room with us, and when you realise you gaps and put your hand to your mouth.

I take the opportunity to grab the back of your neck and push you towards the line of desks, bending you over. You brace yourself, your mouth hanging open, while your friends watch and whistle, making you blush harder.

I pull your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, help you knock them clear -- "you're not going to need these for a while" -- and then I dive straight into your pussy from behind, pressing my tongue in deep.

You grip the edge of the desk and gasp, feeling my mouth against you and my hands gripping your thighs. You watch as a couple of your friends come over, and others start taking seats to watch the video, or to play with each other. A couple you've known for years hoist someone else onto a desk and immediately start sucking their cock. Two others are dry humping on the floor, kissing each other hard, pulling at each other's clothes.

Then your vision is filled as your tattooed friend appears and kisses you on the mouth, sucking lightly on your tongue, then grabbing your head and pushing you onto their breast. You immediately take their nipple into your mouth, biting and sucking hard, moaning as I start fingering your clit while I try to push my tongue deeper into your pussy. Your friend is praising you, their warm, husky voice telling you what a good toy you are, murmuring all the things they want to see done to you for your birthday. Above the sounds of your own moans, you can hear the video playing, and the players on the projector have clearly started fucking each other, based on the sounds.

Ten minutes later, I'm buried in your pussy and railing you hard, smacking your ass until its shining red. Your tattooed friend is now choking, saying loving but degrading things to you, encouraging you to let your depravity run free, to beg for what you want. You beg them to help me spit-roast you, and they grin and spit on your face before standing and going over to the table. Once they're all harnessed up, they come up behind me, playfully pressing the dildo into my back and running their long fingernails over my hips. You hear them ask, "May I have this dance?"

I pull free, and when they see my cock shining with your need, they give it a quick, appraising stroke, kiss me deeply, then say, "Go fuck their mouth."

I give them a quick spank -- their incredibly taut and toned ass producing a crisp sound that bounces off the walls -- and I go around to the front. I grab you by the hair, lifting your head up, and ask, "Are you having fun, Pet?"

Your face is flushed and shiny with spit. There's a lusty, floaty look in your eye, and you moan, and say, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good." I look up at your tattooed friend, and at their nod I slide my cock between your lips, just as they push the lubed up dildo -- easily bigger than my dick by half -- into your needy pussy. You moan around my cock, your body tensing. We give you a moment to get used to things, and then we start to fuck your little body from both ends. Within seconds, drool is welling up around your mouth and dripping from your chin, and your knees are leaning in towards each other, your thighs shaking. Your friend is far rougher than I am, and for a brief moment I'm very glad that the dildo to my back was only playful.

Meanwhile, your view is a mix of my shaft and stomach, and the scene behind me. You can see your friends fucking the hell out of each other, swallowing one another, while increasingly explicit videos play on the projector, some professional and some homemade by tonight's participants. When I finally pull my dripping cock free of your mouth, you see that the video has changed to just two people, nobody you know, fucking each other in the middle of a church. It's the last thing you have any real thought about tonight, before another friend with long red hair and a slim frame, steps in front of you and pushes your mouth onto their clit.

I step back and watch for a while, stroking my cock. I can see your eyes hazing over, your body relaxing, and I know that you're having the time of your life, having your favourite, most trusted people take turns using you, or otherwise just watch you. Then I'm distracted by another friend reaching around from behind to grab me by the cock, turn me around to face them and kiss them. We make out, groping one another, and then decide to set up shop next to you. They sit up on the desk next to you, and pull me down hard to eat them out. At one point, while I'm sucking on their clit, they start saying something to someone that I can't see. When I look up, they're being handed a dildo on the smaller side, and a bottle of lube. They smear the lube generously on the dildo, then lean over and start to play with your asshole. They gently nudge and tease and play, and when you're relaxed enough, they start to push it into your properly. Even with a pair of thick thighs wrapped around my head, I can hear the long, low growl you make, and I can picture your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the pleasure of being filled and having all three of your holes used at once.

Then my ability to focus on much else goes out the window as I feel somebody kneel down behind me. Breasts push into my back, and a hand combs through my hair, then pushes me down harder on our redheaded friends pussy. A moment later, there's a hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me...

You are fucked.

You are choked.

You are spanked, flogged and restrained. Your mind becomes incapable of processing information beyond the simplest description of More. Of the one hundred minutes that passes, you'll later only be able to properly recall about forty. But that's okay, because, at your request, much of it was filmed, from several different angles. Your last gift will be a supercut of the night, and a folder with everyone's full recordings, delivered a week after the event.

The night itself starts winding down when a timer goes off, the one signalling that we have twenty minutes to be out. Clothes start to return to bodies, toys are packed away, hugs and kisses are exchanged.

You are now on the floor, lying on a towel, in a cuddle puddle with four of us. You are covered in spit, cum and bruises, and your mouth is curved into a permanent grin. The makeup you put on earlier that night has vanished from your face, now divided up amongst the thirteen of us that used your face and mouth for our own pleasure, smeared across hands, cocks and labia.

The four of us gently get you clothed, and when it becomes apparent that you won't be walking, I lift you up, and we all leave together. Your tattooed friend helps me get you into the car, and you're asleep before we've even turned the corner...