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"What do you mean you can't make a decision?" asked the first guy. Then Mark looked up again, but this time, all the shyness, the gentleness was gone. He stared deep into my eyes, a look of pure lust in his eyes, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Then he spoke in a clear, commanding voice. "Maybe you don't have to choose between us all," he said.

With that, he stood up and walked over to my chair. He gently took the glass of wine from my hand and placed it down on the floor. Then he took my hand and pulled me sharply to my feet. My head was spinning as he slid one arm tightly around my waist and pulled me towards him. My tits were pressed up against his muscular chest and he kissed me hard. I don't know if it was the alcohol or just his powerful, demanding lips, but my knees wobbled and I almost collapsed. Mark held me tightly and, as he let his other hand rest on my ass, I heard him whisper in my ear "do you want us all?" I knew I should answer no, but somewhere between my brain and my mouth, all I could say was a whispered "yes!"

I heard the others in the room let out a cheer, and I instantly felt like a complete slut. I still couldn't quite believe what was happening, but within seconds, while Mark kissed me again, I felt five pairs of hands on my body. There were hands on my ass, my legs, my back, my neck and my hair. I felt hands sliding around under my arms, grasping for my tits, hands sweeping my long hair back from my neck letting Mark pull away from my mouth to nibble my neck, hands running up my thighs and pressing at my pussy through my jeans. My own hands seemed out of my control as the danced from Mark's chest to his ass to another chest and another ass, touching every part of every man within reach until finally they came to rest on Mark's crotch. I could feel his hard cock straining to escape from his restrictive trousers, and my fingers quickly undid his belt before ripping open his button fly and sliding into his boxers. There were still hands all over me and as I began to stroke Mark's thick length, I felt my own jeans coming undone, and my top being pulled off me. Suddenly I was naked. Desperate now to feel these men inside me, I fell to my knees and cried out "I need your cocks!" Mark's was at eye level now, and as I tugged his clothes off, I cradled his swollen balls in my hand, and wrapping one hand around the base, I began to lick his beautiful cock up and down. I felt him grab my hair tightly and I looked up at him. He looked down at me, still with that wanton look in his eyes, smiled and murmured "I'd never have guessed you were such a dirty little bitch. Do you like to suck cock?"

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