Convention Countdown - Saturday

CW: This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault. The scene is fairly well telegraphed so it's easy to skip if you need to. Just look for the next "~~~" paragraph break and you'll be able to pick up from there.

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Simon was trapped in his chair, Mia's knees on either side of his thighs as she teased her entrance with his erection. Her hips gyrated while her fingers gripped the back of his chair, and she bore a glazed lust filled expression on her face, breathing heavy and desperate. Simon could feel her arousal running down his length from where they were connected, and the stimulation was nearly enough to set him off in his own heightened state of arousal. Never had he experienced her this wet before, or this needy. It was like she was possessed, reverted to an animalistic state with only the desire to mate driving her. She gasped and mewled as she continued to torment both of them, her outer folds wrapping around his head but never allowing him inside her channel.

"Make your choice, Simon," she groaned. "You started this, so you have to decide how it ends. What's it going to be, baby?"

Simon closed his eyes, fingers gripping Mia's hips. His mind raced through the options she'd given him, and the bombshells she'd already dropped. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to pull her down onto his cock, to fuck her and fill her with his seed until her womb was flooded with it. But at the same time, his mind drifted through the possibilities, the thrill of the risks she was willing to take. The risks that part of him wanted her to take. How had it all come to this?

~~~

Friday Night

Simon sat in his chair, still reeling from the encounter on the bed. He couldn't help but wonder how serious Mia had been about one of them losing the game. What was worse, he couldn't figure out why her saying it out loud had turned him on so much. For her to admit how dangerous this game had really become, and how that only seemed to excite her even more. Why hadn't he just fucked her right then like she'd told him to? She'd all but told him that if he didn't do it now, someone else would. But how much of that was just dirty talk? Could he handle knowing the truth? Could he handle Mia knowing his reaction to the truth? He rested his head against the table and listened to the sounds of her showering. This was far out of hand for him, but he didn't want to stop it either. The thrill of it all had captured him as much as it had Mia, possibly more if he were honest, and he still wanted to see what came next.

After what felt like an eternity, Mia emerged from the bathroom in fresh makeup. Her hair was done up in a pony-tail, and she'd donned a kind of cyber-goth rave outfit complete with respirator mask. The latex skirt and top shone in the light, the dark material contrasting with her pale skin further highlighting how little it actually covered. Her stomach was exposed almost all the way up to her breasts, and the top, really just a thick strip of material, stopped a couple of inches below her collar bone. Her arms and legs were clad in tight-fitting fishnets, that somehow felt more revealing than going bare, and the skirt didn't even reach to the tops of her stockings. The naked flesh of her upper thigh teased what was barely covered, and from behind a hint of her ass could be seen when she moved. Simon could imagine that when she danced, she'd be flashing her panties at anyone looking her way.

"Are you coming with me, or is the game still on?" Her voice had a distorted quality from the mask that made her sound almost robotic. Simon couldn't help but want to hear the sounds of her moaning and cumming filtered through the mask, and he resolved to try it out sometime soon. He took a steadying breath and considered Mia's offer. She was once again giving him a way out, offering to let him accompany her and scare off any potential suitors. She'd probably even give him a chance to fool around at the dance, a long held fantasy for both of them. Finally he nodded.

"Game on."

Mia's eyes crinkled as she smiled and she pulled the earbud out of her purse and slipped it in, making sure to activate it along the way.

"Love you babe!"

"Love you too!"

And with that, Simon watched as Mia walked out the door, back into the realm of debauchery that was Katsu-Kon. Before the door closed behind her, she flipped her skirt up, revealing her bare ass to her husband. Simon's groan was blocked by the closing door, the realization that she was going commando to the rave sending a mixture of arousal and trepidation through him. His cock ached at the idea of Mia in a crowded, hormone charged room, exposing herself to strangers while undoubtedly soaking wet. He couldn't help but wonder how long it would take her to find a playmate, and how far she'd let him (or her) get before leaving the dance.

After a couple of minutes he turned on the receiver and frowned at the burst of static. The signal stabilized for a second, but the sound was low and a little fuzzy. He could tell that she was talking to someone, but couldn't make out anything that they were saying.

'What the hell?'

Before he could get to his phone, there was a loud ding, and a second later the signal cleared up a good amount, much to his relief. The elevator! Of course. It had been interfering with the signal while she was riding in it. But even as Simon relaxed, it occurred to him that the signal still sounded a bit weaker than it should have, like something was still interfering with it. It was strange, but at least he could still hear what was going on.

~~~

Mia pressed the call button on the elevator, already squirming with excitement. She hadn't been dancing in forever, and the idea of being packed in tight with strangers was driving her wild. Hopefully, she'd find someone to play with there, but she'd honestly be happy with just a little bumping and grinding. Maybe some casual groping to go along with it. After all, the day had already been full of sex, and between the Saddle-Maxxx, losing her anal cherry, and Duke fucking her brains out, the idea of some dirty dancing and not much else didn't sound terrible. She'd definitely have to play it up for Simon later, especially with him being such a good sport about her little screw up earlier.

Almost too good of a sport, really. She'd expected him to be upset, maybe even a little angry, not aroused. And when he'd turned down her offer to end the game then and there, she'd been excited sure, but also, something else. Not hurt exactly, but something stronger than just disappointment. She'd wanted him to take her, to reclaim her and give her the baby that they'd been waiting on. Did he just trust her so much that he'd ignore the risks? Or was he secretly hoping that she would screw up and let some other man knock her up? Her mind drifted back to how hard he'd been when she told him the truth and unconsciously licked her lips. The feel of his warm load exploding on her face and the sounds of his pleasured groans as she teased him. Her pussy was getting wet again and her cheeks flushed with renewed arousal. Why hadn't he just fucked her?!

"Well hey there, stranger! Fancy running into you here again!"

A drunken slur brought Mia out of her reverie and she looked up to see "Dean" from that morning stumbling towards her with a smile and a wave. Before she could say anything, he wrapped a possessive arm around her shoulder, pulling her in tight. The smell of alcohol on his breath was obvious, even through her mask, but his aggressive clinging was exactly what her lust fueled mind wanted in that moment. She'd felt spurned by Simon earlier, and now this stranger was clearly interested in her. A smile crossed her features under her mask and she looked up at the newcomer through her lashes. Maybe she'd have some more fun tonight after all.

"You wandered off this morning before I could get to know you better! That wasn't very nice."

The two stepped into the elevator and chatted amiably on the way down. The entire time, "Dean" clumsily pawed at her body, and Mia leaned into him, enjoying him taking liberties. Between her arousal, and Simon's rejection of her earlier offer, she was savoring the feel of a man against her. She ran her own fingers under his fishnet top, feeling his bare skin under her fingertips. His torso wasn't as defined as Duke's or Simon's, but it excited her all the same. His tight jeans showed off a nice ass, and she helped herself to a handful even as he did the same with her breasts.

When the door finally opened, the pair were already breathing heavily, and Mia quickly steered him over to the room that had been set aside for the rave. The steady thumping of the music could be heard all the way down the hallway, and she felt bad for anyone trying to sleep in the floors above them. However, upon seeing the line that had built up already, Mia couldn't help but groan in disappointment. It would probably be at least an hour before she'd be able to get in and dance, and Dean likely wasn't going to be willing to wait before he turned up the heat. He surprised her by squeezing her shoulder, shooting her a cocky grin and a thumbs up, before pulling away.

"Hey, no worries, sweetheart! I got this!"

Mia shot him a bemused look, unsure of what he thought he was going to do in this situation. But if nothing else, it might be fun to watch him fumble. His eagerness to please was cute in its own way.

With a confident strut, somewhat undermined by his drunken stagger, Dean marched up to the staff member that was serving as a sort of bouncer. He flashed his con badge, and then pointed back at Mia. The staffer examined the badge, nodded, and waved her over. Mia jogged up, confusion and surprise evident on her face even with half of it covered. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and grinned at the staffer who just laughed and waved them into the room, the complaints of the others in line quickly drowned out by the music.

"Premium badge!" Dean shouted over the bass thumping. "I get to skip any line I want! Totally worth the extra scratch I paid for it!"

Mia nodded, forced to agree. It had gotten her into the dance instead of waiting in line for who knows how long, after all. She would definitely need to show him her appreciation, Mia thought with a grin. As they moved into the throng of dancers, she felt a rush of excitement. The room was dark, lit mostly by black lights, and the glow off the carpet and everyone's clothes and makeup lent an ethereal quality to the experience.

Dean kept her close, pulling her against him almost immediately, and started dancing as soon as they were comfortably situated within the sea of ravers. His hands found her naked waist and he pressed his crotch into her backside, grinding his hardening member against her. Mia pushed her hips back against him, gyrating to the music, and ran her hands up into his hair, pulling him down into her neck. This pushed her chest out enticingly, and, as she'd hoped, his hands glided up her torso before cupping them tightly. Mia's grip tightened in his hair and while her moans were lost in the noise, her writhing was all the encouragement he needed to continue. Soon the two were dancing lewdly against one another, their bodies entangled and moving to the music, giving anyone watching an idea of what the pair would look like in the throes of passion.

She felt herself growing wetter at the stimulation, and pressed harder against him. His hands slid back down her torso, causing goosebumps to pop up along her skin. When he lifted her skirt to grab her hips, she moaned again, almost loud enough to be heard over the music. His denim-clad dick pressed against her naked ass, and Mia shimmied her cheeks against him. She bit her lip at the feel of him, and continued to grind, hands never leaving his head.

Dean's hand left her hip, and she felt something shuffling behind her. A moment later, his bare cock was sandwiched between her ass cheeks. He began to buck his hips to the beat, helping himself to an ass-job right there on the dance floor. Mia groaned and bucked back against him, matching his pace. She could feel her wetness running down her legs as she imagined what it would feel like for him to fuck her like this. She let go of his hair and bent quickly down in front of him before snapping back up into standing position. The brief preview of what it would look like to fuck her in that position made his cock twitch against her. Continuing to bounce her ass on his dick, she reached back to grab his waist, leaning forward and moaning as she teased them both.

Once again, she released him and bent at the waist. She wiggled her ass against his cock before slowly rising back up. Her languid pace, meant merely to excite him, instead gave Dean the opportunity to shift his position. When she stood back up, his cock slid forward across her pussy lips and in between her legs. She instinctively closed her thighs around him, firmly capturing him and her body shuddered at the feel of his warm length against her pussy. For his part, Dean proceeded to fuck her thighs, unperturbed by her thwarting his attempt to slip inside her. With her wetness coating his length and her skin, he groaned his pleasure into her shoulder before biting down on it.

Mia's moaning drew the attention of some other dancers that looked with varied expressions of lust, disgust, and amusement. She reached up to grab Dean's head and ground herself along his cock, savoring the feel of him teasing her pussy. The attention, both positive and negative, simply aroused her further. When she looked down, she could see that the black-lights had slightly captured the gleam of her arousal on her thighs, even if the front of her skirt mostly covered Dean's thrusting cock. He continued to fuck her slick thighs, either unaware or uncaring of the watchful eyes on them, and Mia felt a surge of exhibitionist pleasure course through her overheated sex.

He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, his erratic thrusting and heavy breathing making it clear, but Mia couldn't quite find the right angle to get herself off like this. This public teasing had her in desperate need of an orgasm, but despite her enhanced arousal, she felt no closer to it than she had at the start. Dean's hands gripped her hips tightly and he moaned against her ear as he brought himself off. She could feel his cum running down her thighs as he twitched between them, and she was vaguely aware that he'd managed to cum on the inside of her skirt. The idea of a naked, throbbing cock releasing its load that close to her pussy had her redoubling her efforts against him. She could feel his sticky cum on the outside of her lips and her legs, dripping down onto the carpet and soaking her stockings. The urge to rub his seed into her needy pussy was almost unbearable, and she barely held off from doing just that.

A quick look down confirmed what she suspected. Glowing iridescent in the black-lit room was the evidence of Dean's release, running in thick rivulets down her legs. Anyone that looked at her would be able to tell what had happened, and the thought of that humiliation made Mia practically vibrate with need. As he stepped back away from her, her hand snapped to his softening cock and gripped it tight. She marched through the crowd towards the outside wall, leading him by his dick the entire time. When she finally reached it, she pushed him to his knees and lifter her skirt over his head, pulling him in between her thighs. If he was bothered by his own cum, he didn't show it, and he hungrily devoured her dripping pussy. Mia rode his face hard, smearing their combined juices over his lips and chin as she desperately chased her orgasm. She realized now how horny she still was after letting Duke stick his cock in her before. He had thoroughly dominated her body, and she craved more of that feeling, hours later. Her hand hadn't been enough to satisfy her after all. She needed more.

Mia hiked one leg over Dean's shoulder and pulled him into her pussy as she let her head fall back against the wall. He continued to ravenously consume her, but despite his enthusiasm, he lacked skill. Her mind drifted to Lydia, and the way the other woman had expertly pleasured her with her tongue. Mia pulled harder on Duke's head, grinding herself against his tongue and steering him to her clit. His clumsy attempts were making progress, and Mia felt herself finally approaching the climax that she needed so badly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another male raver approach her with a smile on his face. When she looked over at him, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, he grabbed his groin, drawing her attention to the sizeable bulge there. Mia bit her lip behind her mask and nodded before reaching out her hand to grasp it. His smile widened and he freed his member for her, and her fingers quickly wrapped around it. It was hot against her skin, and it throbbed in a way that made her mouth water. She unconsciously pulled Dean tighter in between her legs, and he continued lapping away at her wet pussy, none the wiser as to what was going on outside her skirt.

As Mia stroked the newcomer, he reached for her breasts and squeezed one then the other. Her back arched against the wall and her eyes fluttered. He grabbed her top and pulled the tight material down off her breasts, freeing them to the air. Both hands found a soft mound, groping and kneading them before tugging lightly on her nipples. Mia's head fell back against the wall hard enough that she saw stars for a moment, but none of the trio stopped what they were doing. Trusting the music and the muffling of her mask to hide what she was doing, she decided to tease Simon, whose heavy breathing was barely audible over the heavy beats of the dance music.

"There's two of them, baby! One's eating my pussy, and the other one's playing with my tits while I jerk him off! Oh fuck, I think he's gonna- Oh fuck! He's sucking my tits Simon! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!!"

Mia let out a scream that came out as a garbled mechanical wail through her mask as the dual attack brought her over the edge. Her leg locked around Dean's head, and her grip on the newcomer's iron-hard rod tightened to white-knuckled intensity. She convulsed and thrashed against the wall as she rode out her orgasm on Dean's face, never releasing him until the pulses of pleasure started to fade.

Dean emerged from her skirt with a grin, and seeing the newcomer shot him a thumbs up. The two laughed, and Dean began to move Mia so that he could get behind her, kicking her feet apart as he did. Seeing his intent, she quickly retrieved a condom and passed it to him. He shrugged his shoulders before tearing it open and slipping it on. His cock lined up at her entrance a moment later, hands gripping her hips as she bent over for him. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed himself inside her, bottoming out on the first stroke and pounding away at her pussy with the same eagerness that he had shown all night. Mia's hands reached out to the other man's hips to steady herself, his rigid pole now at eye level with her.

"Oh fuck, the first one's fucking me baby! Right here in front of everyone! Should I suck off the other guy?" She knew what she wanted him to say, and would likely do it regardless, but part of her wanted Simon to tell her to do it. For her husband to expressly tell her to suck another man's cock while he listened.

"Fuck yeah, Mia! Do it!"

"Yeah? You want me to get spit-roasted in public? OK!"

Mia undid the clasp on her mask, letting it fall around her neck, and pulled the stranger closer so that she could take him in her mouth. His hands found her hair a moment later, and the two began thrusting in tandem from opposite side. They pumped their cocks in rhythm to the music, filling both of her holes at once. She allowed herself to be used like this, not bothering to try any kind of technique, just letting them fuck her. She was just a toy to them, a human Fleshlight for them to get off in. She moaned around the fat cock in her mouth as it plundered her throat, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. She heard the two high-five over her body and rolled her eyes, but was soon moaning again as they relentlessly pounded her. The speed of the music was picking up, and the two's thrusting increased to match it.