“I’ve been in a non-consenting situation a couple of times before I joined the Doxies here,” Darla tells me, her tone nothing but serious. “I haven’t been mistreated here. These men. This place has helped me to heal. And now, the things I do,” she leans closer to me, like she’s telling me a secret. “Things I never thought I’d do, let alone like, are all things I consent to. The guys know my limits. And I know theirs, and girl, let me tell you. There’s something powerful about making these big brutes go all shaky in the knees as I make them feel good. It might look like I’m serving them, but really, I’m the one with all the power.”
“Oh…” I breathe, taking in her bright expression and remembering how I felt the same way with Ringo.
“You want to know why Murf likes it when I gag?” she asks, and even though I shudder, I nod, wondering how it could be anything but him wanting to humiliate her since he doesn’t have feelings for her. She’s just someone for him to get off with… right?
“When I gag,” she starts to explain, “the muscles in my throat go tighter, and he loves that squeeze.” She turns back to Murf, whose pupils are nearly blown. “Don’t you, big guy?”
“Fuck yes.” His hips rise like he’s desperate to feel it, and she beams up at him. “You want to come down my throat or on my tongue?”
“Bit of both, Darla,” he rasps, pressing forward so the tip of his dick brushes her lips.
“Okay. But make sure you make me gag real good,” she purrs, before taking him into her mouth.
My breathing is shallow. Quick. Panting. I’m more affected by this than I thought I would be, and not in a bad way.
Wetness pools between my legs, and the letdown feeling tingles my nipples as Ringo readjusts me on his lap, his erection now a prominent bulge resting against my arse.
I watch, unable to look away as Darla sucks on Murf’s dick like it’s a lollipop, before she opens her mouth impossibly wide, and he sinks in so far that her eyes start to water.
It looks uncomfortable, which is why I don’t understand how she likes it.
“Remember what she said.” Ringo breathes quietly next to my ear. “She feels powerful doing this. Just like the way you enjoy making me feel good, she’s enjoying making Murf feel good.” Ringo squeezes me closer, making me feel safe as he continues. “Look at her other hand, Angel. Can you see it?”
I look from the one around Murf’s shaft, searching for her other one, and find it between her legs, moving.
“Is she…”
“Yes, Angel. She’s turned on by what she’s doing.”
I feel so inexperienced right now, despite how many new things I’ve done with Ringo. But I know my reaction is more about my trauma than anything. I wonder what I would have been like if I never experienced what I did.
Would I join Darla on the floor, kneeling between Ringo’s legs and suck on his dick for everyone to watch?
I mean, I do like the sound of it, but I still don’t think I’d do it. I think I’d prefer keeping that stuff just between us, but I have to admit, even if it’s just to myself, that I really do like watching other people.
When Darla gags, I stiffen, but Murf groans, and Darla’s eyes roll back in her head like she’s enjoying it.
I’m embarrassed that I’m turned on right now, watching live porn, as Ringo calls it. I know this is a normal thing in the confines of the compound, especially since one glance around the room shows me more Doxies in various states of undress, pleasuring the club brothers, but it’s still so wild to me that this sort of thing happens.
“Colour?” Ringo asks me quietly, snapping my attention back to him, and I frown.
Are we doing a sex thing right now?
Given how turned on I am despite my initial hesitation, and the way his dick pokes against my butt, I’d say yes.
Shit.
I don’t want to do… orgy stuff.
Is that what he wants? For me to be like a Doxy?
“Orange,” I rush out, my throat tight as tears threaten to fall, and in an instant, Ringo stands, sweeping me up in his arms.
He carries me quickly through the writhing bodies, keeping me tucked against his chest as he moves us to the side of the room, away from the chaos.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” he murmurs as he sits with his back to the room, bringing my face up to his with the hook of his finger under my chin. “I should have asked you if you wanted to leave when it began. Not insisting on showing you how it can be.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t insist, and I’m a big girl, Cam. I can speak up.” My shoulders drop as I sigh, lifting my hand and poking my temple. “My head isn’t right. When I was with Daniel earlier, it brought up some stuff. Some specific stuff that was done to me, and… I want to be able to watch live porn with you. Today is just not a good day.”
