1. Red room or prelude to debauchery. Part 1
  2. Red room or prelude to debauchery. Part 2
  3. Red room or prelude to debauchery. Part 3
  4. Red room or prelude to debauchery. Part 4

Well, it means agreed! I asked with an affirmative intonation. Do you really want this? Do you want to be fucked by other men? Lust spoke to me, I imagined how we would fill all her holes with members, use every inch of her body, turn her into a slave and finish her right in the soul! Give a word that you will not leave me after this, because you are jealous of one member, and you want to implant me on three at once. Her words sobered for a second, a thought flashed through my head, but what's next after sweet revenge, can I forgive her, will I want to live with a whore? But the lust was stronger, the die was cast, the Rubicon was left to go and we made a contract.

From that day on, I stopped fucking her in the pussy and used only her mouth and ass, and I also forbade her to shave her pubis. What for? Because she did not like vegetation, and always carefully treated hygiene, and regularly shaved intimate places. People should not have wool, she thought, and now, when she would have to try group sex in perspective, I wanted her to understand that we would fuck her like an animal. Days went by, before bedtime I fucked her in the ass or pounded her in the throat, forcing her to vulgar and scabbling in bed, after a week this relationship went back to normal. My wife either got used to it, or thought it was a game, maybe she decided that I had already forgiven her, and the contract about group sex was a bluff? And also her pubic grew a gorgeous bush of thick dark hair in which a not fucked pussy was hiding.

One Sunday morning at breakfast my wife said that she had a very strange dream. Then I will describe a dream on her behalf in order to more accurately convey her words. I was in the red room, it was not a large space of three walls, a floor and a ceiling, there was no front wall, the room looked like a stage in front of which a black gap in the auditorium gaped. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered with velvet, the light was artificial, there were no windows and doors. On this stage stood the throne, on it sat an old naked man in a crown and scarlet mantle with an ermine edge. On either side of him were beautiful young twins, dressed only in short skirts barely covering the shame. They stood and fanned the man on the throne with fans, their naked breasts swaying in time with the movements of the fan. Exotic large butterflies, strange birds flew everywhere, and a monkey strolled along the floor from side to side.

I stood naked in the middle of the room, my skin and even my hair was dyed with golden paint, I was a living sculpture, and the butterflies and birds swooped down on me and defiled my hair, face, shoulders and chest. The monkey stopped walking, she stared at me and began to masturbate. It was a male, he detained and squeezed his penis, while making sounds characteristic of the primate sound system. And so the king snapped his fingers, and the women left their fans and, with a gesture, invited me to come up. I could not resist their call and went to meet them. They gently pressed me on the lash and I realized that I had to kneel, I understood what they wanted. I never licked women, I was a little afraid, afraid that they might not like it. They pulled up their skirts and there was no limit to my surprise, where I should have had vaginas that promised me new lesbian caresses, there were worthy members who had already taken up a martial status.

Then I lost control of myself, as if under hypnosis, I alternately, and then immediately began to suck them, at first I was gentle and playful, then passionate. Lustful, I slapped myself on the cheeks, on the forehead. Then I furiously and skillfully performed the swallow after the swallow.At the same time, the girls looked approvingly at me from the top down, they kissed each other, played with their breasts and sometimes stroked my head. They were gentle to me, in their manner there was no cruelty and cynicism, but I myself wanted them to like it, so I violently tortured my throat with their flesh, I waited for approval and praise from them. I was like a schoolgirl who learned a lesson and answered to the whole class in the hope of the teacher’s praise. I had other viewers. The king sat on the throne and held the monkey on his lap, they carefully watched me, rhythmically aninishing each other. And I also understood that from the darkness of the hall you look at me, and I wanted you to like it.

I was exhausted from exhaustion, I wanted to get fucked in pussy, and I also began to masturbate, hinting to my teachers for leniency. But the girls acted differently: they put my back on the floor, one of the girls lay on top of me and her cock reappeared in my mouth, now they were tougher and rhythmically pounded my throat, the second got attached to her girlfriend from behind and started to fuck her ass, it happened in some centimeters from my eyes, I saw how the ring of her sphincter takes a huge member, and every push of its member echoed in my filled throat. When they were full, they stood over me and powerful fountains of tight sperm burped out of their members, I caught them with my mouth, but they ended so abundantly that the sperm poured my face, hair, shoulders and chest. And then a flock of huge colorful butterflies stuck to me and began to eat sperm like nectar.

In the meantime, the king called the women to him, and they ceremoniously began to prepare his member for some kind of ritual, they caressed him for a couple. I looked closer and saw that the girls had tongues racked up, like snakes, they licked his huge member, which rose like a pillar of the world, took me by the arms and thrust ass on it. He pierced me to the stomach, when he started frictions in me, I was afraid that with each friction, he would turn me inside out. The girls decided to pity me and began to lick my nipples, I felt myself in seventh heaven, all the nerve endings were torn, sending pain and desire to the brain mad amounts of pleasure. I started to masturbate my pussy, I was pulling at the clytre, sinking my fingers in myself, and now when the king was discharged with a sperm blast in my ass, my pussy squirted with a meter jet right into the dark abyss of the auditorium.

I began to shake, convulsions went all over my body, I went limp and slid to the floor, a huge puddle of sperm flowing out of my ass was formed, on which butterflies re-flown. Through the foggy consciousness, I heard the king say6 — the exit from the red room is in the same place as the entrance. The monkey exit key. I looked up and saw that the throne with the king had disappeared, and at the top a monkey galloped along thick bundles of electrical wires like a liana. I knew that she had the key, I knew that I had to get it, but I was gutted and exhausted, and all my attempts were in vain. The monkey beckoned me with a key like a rattle, but I could not get up to jump up behind it. The monkey galloped, smirked, mocked my helplessness, and urinated on top of me. I guess I turned off, because the next moment, I saw a monkey face in front of me, she stood in front of me and jerked off my dick. For some reason, her dick was human, although the monkey looked quite real, and I instinctively understood what had to be done. And I was sucking again, sucking desperately and selflessly, as if it was a matter of life and death, the monkey was also stepping up the pace, and when she began to finish, I choked and her sperm came to me, flowing onto his woolen pubis through my nostrils. I heard that it clinked on the floor, it was the key that fell out of the monkey's paws, and with my eyes filled with sperm I frantically fumbled my hand around me to touch, trying to find the cherished key. And when I felt for it, the light went out and I woke up.

After the story of my wife, I realized that the dream made a strong impression on her, and she was probably looking for support in me, but now I knew for sure that I was ready to embody my plan and humiliate her in public, finish her soul, sharing her body with others.

This is not the end.

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