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Group Persuasion (My descent into desire: a cockslut unleashed)

In the vibrant Greenwich Village and Soho of Manhattan, the late '70s and early '80s pulsed with the raw energy of Punk Rock, New Wave, and the infamous Plato's Retreat. I, Mike, was just 22 at the dawn of the 80's - found myself drawn into a world of hedonistic parties through my friend Tony, a charismatic young man with a knack for connecting a wide variety of people. I meet Tony playing in a softball league and we hit it off.

He lived in Greenwich Village (NYC) in a loft. It was a haven for indulgence, where he hosted exclusive sex parties for a select group of men to entertain women craving the thrill of group sex. Tony's rules were strict: everyone had to be trustworthy, provide proof of being STD-free, and prioritize the women's desires above all else.

Tony called me mid-week, his voice buzzing with excitement. "Saturday night, man. Our regular, Lisa, is back in town, and she's bringing a friend, Maria. Plus, a couple of new guys. You in?" Lisa's fiery energy, which I'd tasted once before, was enough to make me forsake my girlfriend, Nancy, of several months. I told him I'd cancel my date and be there, my pulse quickening at the thought of Lisa's auburn hair and mischievous green eyes. I arrived at Tony's loft early, helping rearrange furniture, setting up the bar with bottles of wine and whiskey, and laying out trays of fruit and cheese. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sandalwood candles mingling with the faint musk of arousal as Tom, a laid-back electrician, and Greg, a computer tech, joined me in preparations.

By party time, seven guys filled the loft, including two newcomers: Alex, a lean, confident guy in his late 20s with a cocky grin, and Mark, a quieter type whose mischievous glint hinted at hidden depths. Lisa arrived first, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with intent as she shed her leather jacket. Maria followed, a petite, sultry woman with dark curls, her bold, playful demeanor radiating heat. The group was electric, the chemistry palpable as we sipped drinks and traded small talk, the tension building like a storm.

Lisa, always the catalyst, tossed her jacket aside and announced, "Let's get this started." She loved kicking things off with a circle, moving from one guy to the next, teasing us to full arousal with her skilled mouth. Maria joined her, their laughter and whispers setting a decadent tone. Lisa's lips were warm and deliberate, savoring each cock with slow, teasing licks, while Maria's aggressive style—slurping and sucking with abandon—had us all on edge. I was hard as steel, my shaft throbbing as Maria paused in front of me, her grin wicked. "You're holding back, aren't you, bitch?" she teased, her voice dripping with promise. Lisa raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Bitch? That's bold, Maria." Maria's eyes gleamed as she leaned closer to Lisa. "I can sense it, Lisa. This one's got a hunger he's not admitting to yet." Their words sent a jolt through me, stirring a forbidden curiosity.

I laughed it off, but Maria's words lingered, igniting something deep. The women moved to the plush sectional sofa, and the group sorted itself naturally. I knelt between Maria's thighs, her musky scent intoxicating as I parted her slick folds with my tongue. She moaned, her hands gripping my hair, her hips bucking as I teased her clit. Lisa was nearby, surrounded by three guys, her gasps and giggles filling the air as Tom and Greg took turns at her mouth and breasts. The energy was intoxicating, and I lost myself in Maria's taste, coaxing her to a shuddering climax that left her trembling, her juices coating my chin. I grabbed a cold beer to cool off, the bottle sweating in my hand as Lisa caught my eye. She was on her knees, alternating between Alex and Mark, her lips glistening as she locked eyes with me. "You're too comfortable just watching, you little faggot," she taunted, her voice low and sultry. "Why don't you try something new tonight, maybe satisfy some secret desire?" Maria, catching the vibe, chimed in, "Yeah, you've got the skills. Bet you'd be a fucking amazing cockslut for us." The degrading words hit like a spark, igniting something primal. My pulse quickened—I'd never crossed that line; my focus had always been the women. But Lisa's challenge, paired with Maria's encouraging nod, stirred a desire I hadn't acknowledged.

The room seemed to zero in on us, the guys watching with curiosity, some

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