Lexy play chap 6

Chapter 6: The Very Special Assembly

Introduction - The Morning of the Fateful Day

Marc woke up as he did every morning, the sound of the alarm clock barely audible in the still cool air. He slowly turned his head towards Lexi, who was already up. She stood in front of the mirror, a sensual and unreal figure in the doorway. His perfectly formed body seemed sculpted in a mixture of elegance and provocation. Today, she wore a black latex outfit, which hugged her curves with perfect precision. The shiny fabric outlined every curve of her body, her hips, her slim waist, her firm breasts, all highlighted by this latex that glided over her skin like a second skin.

The top of her ensemble, a latex tank top, barely let you guess the curve of her breasts, firm and perfectly proportioned. The shine of the fabric brought out the details, from the small hollow under her breasts to the tension of the fabric around her nipples. Her latex mini skirt was even bolder: it stopped just above her thighs, leaving her long, shapely legs in plain sight. Black latex stockings, stretched over her legs, with straps that emphasized her perfect thighs, completed the ensemble. There was no ambiguity: everything was designed to excite and dominate.

But that was not all. His hairstyle, usually left in disorder or carelessly tied, was now of a completely different nature. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, neatly slicked and brilliantly cared for, a total contrast to the image of carefree and impregnation she usually displayed. The ponytail, taut, almost too perfect, gave her face an even more determined, more provocative look, while a few rebellious locks were already escaping, falling slightly on her forehead, accentuating her pitiless gaze.

Marc looked at her without being able to take his eyes off the scene that was unfolding before her eyes. He knew that this day was going to be different. He felt a new tension in the air, something he couldn't yet grasp but which floated heavily, an all-consuming anticipation.

" Do you want to get up, or do you prefer to admire me for a few moments longer?" she said with a smirk, her tone honeyed and slightly mocking.

Marc did not answer immediately. He wasn't sure he could live up to his expectations. His reacts instantly to the intensity of his gaze and the pure eroticism that emanated from his posture. This power game, this natural domination that she exercised over him, made her feel that he was already trapped, unable to escape the situation that was coming.

She stared into his eyes for a moment, then turned away, slowly sliding towards the closet, while checking her phone.

" Today, you know, Mr. Duval wants to review certain files. She turned to him for a moment, a smirk floating on her lips. He's going to be very busy tonight. But I think you also have a role to play, my dear Marc. She winked at him before disappearing into the hallway.

Marc, still unable to take his eyes off her, stood up slowly. What he didn't know yet was that the trap was already closing around him. But at that moment, he had no idea. He still had no idea what was waiting for him...

Lexi walked confidently down the corridor leading to Mr. Duval's office. The rhythmic click of her heels on the floor sounded like a statement of assurance, but deep down, she felt that slight tension in the pit of her stomach. It was not a simple summons. She knew Duval, and especially his taste for cleverly orchestrated perverse games.

When she pushed open the door of the office, she understood immediately.

Six men, shareholders she had met at meetings, turned in unison to her. Their hungry eyes ran up and down her body, lingering on the shine of the latex that clinged to every curve. A heavy silence settled, charged with heavy anticipation.

Duval, seated behind his desk, watched her with that satisfied smile which she knew so well.

She closed the door without saying a word, a slight shiver of excitement running through her. She could have feigned surprise, protested... but what is the use? She was already wet just thinking of what was to come.

"Perfect, Lexi." Duval said, rising slowly. I see that you understand quickly. Let me introduce you to the rules of the game.

The six shareholders had already grown closer, forming a predatory circle around it.

"Everyone will have the pleasure of undressing you, piece by piece..." by taking your time. He paused, savoring Lexi's falsely submissive expression.

"And of course, they'll be able to enjoy your body every step of the way..."

Lexi swallowed discreetly, her heart beating faster. She knew she had no way out—but deep down, she didn't want one.

"We begin, gentlemen. Duval said, leaning back at his desk, crossing his arms, master of the stage.

The first shareholder approached. A graying man, in his fifties, with a lustful look and hands already impatient. He stood behind her and slowly slid the zipper of her latex skirt. The sound of the zip resounded like a prelude to his humiliation. The skirt fell to her feet, revealing her black thong perfectly stretched between her buttocks.

Before stepping back, the man put his hands on her hips, then let his fingers slide slowly between her thighs, brushing her sex through the fine lace. He smiled as he felt the moisture already there.

"The little bitch is already ready..." he whispered, triggering a few deep laughs around them.

Lexi closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. She felt the excitement rising despite the humiliation of those looks on her like a piece of meat.

The second shareholder stepped forward without delay. When he was younger, his eyes shining with excitement. He unbuttoned her latex shirt with calculated slowness, gradually exposing her firm and tense breasts. When he dropped the garment, he couldn't help but grab her breasts with both hands, kneading them greedily.

Her thumbs came to play with her hardened nipples, drawing a slight shiver from Lexi, who already felt her legs weaken under the caresses of this stranger.

"What a wonder... he whispered before nibbling on her earlobe, leaving a wet mark on his skin.

The third lost no time. He slipped up behind her and, with a smirk, grabbed the straps of her latex stockings. He slowly slid them down his legs, taking care to caress every inch of bare skin that was revealed. His hands lingered on her ankles, then went up to the inside of her thighs, until they brushed her already soaked sex again.

Lexi bit her lip, aware that the humiliation had only just begun, but unable to hide the growing pleasure that invaded her.

The fourth man removed his thong with a sure gesture, finally exposing his glistening with excitement to the assembly. He ran his finger along her intimate lips, sliding it shamelessly into her, before bringing it to her mouth to taste it in front of his colleagues.

"She loves it..." A real.

Fat laughter echoed through the room as Lexi, naked and surrounded, felt the warmth of shame and desire wash over her.

The fifth and sixth men simply removed his heels, slowly sliding them off his feet, taking advantage of this last gesture to caress the curve of his calves, his thighs, and finish with a loud slap on his bare buttocks.

Lexi found herself completely naked, in the center of the circle, short of breath, her body already quivering under the first caresses.

Duval snapped his fingers, and a tray full of sex toys was brought.

"Now, gentlemen, choose your toy." And remember, Lexi needs to signal when she's approaching orgasm.

The men exchanged excited glances before heading for the set.

The first shareholder opted for a vibrating strap-on. He quickly tied it around his waist and motioned for Lexi to get on all fours. Without preamble, he slowly pushed the dildo into her, the discreet whirring echoing between her thighs.

Lexi moaned, feeling the toy fill her, her muscles contracting under the effect of immediate pleasure.

"Again... she murmured, before recovering herself and announcing, panting:

"I... I'm close...

The man obeyed and withdrew, a satisfied smile on his lips.

The second chooses a of respectable size. He slowly pushed her into her, savoring the way she would instinctively arch under the double stimulation. His fingers played with her as he inserted the toy, drawing more and more uncontrollable moans from Lexi.

"I... Stop! she cried out in a broken breath, her thighs trembling.

Each of the men took turns, using vibrators, beads, plugs and dildos with sadistic precision, keeping her in a state of extreme frustration, oscillating between intense pleasure and being forbidden to reach orgasm.

Her body glistened with sweat, her hair sticking to the nape of her neck despite the ponytail still in place. Her legs were weak, her breasts marked by the hands and mouths of the shareholders.

At last Duval rose, removing his belt with a slow gesture.

"Gentlemen, it is time to conclude this meeting.

The six shareholders positioned themselves around her, their genitals already tense, ready to on her face. Duval, behind her, spread her buttocks unceremoniously and penetrated her brutally, forcing her to lean on the desk to keep her balance.

Duval's powerful comings and goings made her scream, while the first jets of semen began to cover her face, her lips, her eyelids.

She was overwhelmed, overcome by the mixture of shame, excitement and total submission.

When Duval finally came inside her, he slowly withdrew, admiring her work: Lexi, naked, trembling, her face dripping with semen, her body emptied and humiliated.

He went to her ear and whispered:

"Then, my dear—" Do you think you've won your bet?

Lexi, short of breath, smiled tired but satisfied.

"I didn't beg... The clothes are mine.

Duval burst into a grave laugh.

"This time, yes... But the next time, you'll leave as you came into the world.

Lexi slowly straightened up, still covered in the traces of the assembly, aware that she had just taken a new step in her perversion.

And deep down, she knew she would ask for more.