To my great satisfaction, this guy was ready to get to it, and he did. Taking a firm grip on my narrow waist, he began slamming into me with fast, hard strokes. I'm no size-queen, and I know I said that a large penis isn't necessary, but when a girl is already excited, wet, and has been teased, being stretched even a little bit more is nice. The new guy's cock wasn't huge, but it had more girth than its predecessor, and that combined with how he was forcefully plunging into me felt really good.
After all that slow teasing, I was primed and ready, and in a surprisingly short time, I felt an orgasm approaching. It was only a couple strokes from the point I knew it was on its way until it arrived. And arrive it did.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I yelled. The guys holding my legs tightened their grips as my legs tensed up and tried to come together. My upper body — the only part I could really move — twisted back and forth as my head thrashed around. “Fuuucckkkkk. Fuuuckkk. Fuucck. Fuck.”
The guy fucking me had been going fast and hard enough that I knew he was close, and I think my spasming pussy pushed him over the edge. He joined me with his own chant of “Fuck, fuck, fuck” as his thrusts took on the jerky rhythm of a prick emptying its load of cum into a soft, warm pussy.
After he stopped moving, he stayed in me. Not nearly as long as the earlier guy had, but long enough for us both to come back from our respective orgasmic journeys before he slowly slid out.
“Damn, that was good,” he said to me. “Makes me sad you aren't local talent from back home…” he was shaking his head regretfully as he walked away.
I noticed more Roped Up customers and potential customers were arriving, most of them obviously coming from one of the area's numerous bars. They seemed like they were trying very hard to live up to the stereotypes about businessmen attending an out-of-town convention. That is, putting as much alcohol on their expense accounts as humanly possible, and taking full advantage of their wives being far, far away by getting some strange pussy.
So far at least, none of them were too drunk to perform. The line waiting to fuck me always consisted of at least several guys, stroking their cocks to keep them hard and ready.
A few more guys fucked me, my exposed pussy being filled time and again by jets of cum, although maybe half of them pulled out before they finished — no doubt wanting to prolong their fun. The guys holding my legs up and spread rotated, with me getting a welcome reduction in how far they were spread as the new guard took their places on the bar stools that flanked me.
It probably goes without saying, since I obviously do all this because I enjoy it, but being fucked by a seemingly endless line of hard cocks like this was pure bliss.
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The guy who'd asked about playing rough with my tits was next in line. Instead of just getting right to screwing me, he turned to the guys who were behind him in line and made an announcement.
“Hey, what do you say we tie up her knockers?”
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