I had seen enough, more than enough to make me painfully erect and exite my dull life.
The darkened room offered me to set foot outside the closet and inch to the door and escape. I opened the closet door slowly trying not to make any noise. Only the rustling of Madame' Circe's dresses could have told where I was and that someone was hiding in the closet.
Working my way across the room it was very dark and I remembered the placement of the bed, a dressing chair, a privacy screen, and the door. It was the hallway light coming from under the door that guided me toward it less the room was so very black, devoid of any light.
Bonk, as I stepped slowly toward the door my feet bumped into something. I bent over to feel out into the darkness with both hands as I touched and felt what seemed to be a furry lump.
With sudden intent came the sensation of a pair of hands taking firm hold to my pants waistline and with one swift hard tug down they went to my heels.
Instantly I was trapped and knowing that in the blackness of the room I was not alone.
"Who is there?" I asked.
Only silence, then my own voice made a moan. My pants piled about my heels had me unable to move much and with the touch of nimble well trained fingers to my balls I could do nothing but stand there. Indeed for as much as this guy wanted to escape, he also would have wanted to stay and be as sexual fodder for Circe.
I was getting quickly erect again. The touching and light fingering of my manliness was doing just what the owner of those fingers would find delight. If not for those pants I might have tried to move but the sensual feel right then was quite pleasurable.
"Yes, please do continue!" I moaned out the words.
My penis out straight and erect, rock hard, a pair of lips touched the tip. A tickling tongue touched then the tip on my penis working about , it pressed open the slit. Slurping about the end of my penis the tongue working its pattern as the lips rippled inching bit by bit up the domed end of my shaft.
"Oh, I, oh please do continue!" as much as I wished someone would stop and let me escape, another part of me desired this all to continue.
As lips worked up along my shaft the tongue danced in swaying moves behind as if to tantilize the one feeling his excitement. If maybe like the eyes of a snake charming its victim to death, this act, the sensation, all was dooming me to a life lusting for extreme passions.
The lips worked my shaft deeper into the passioned mouth of one well taught the ways of making a man's heart melt. Once I felt a nose touch the base of my penis and sniff as pubic hairs kinked tickled two nostrils, the tongue began to suck on me like a popcicle.
My eyes closed even if in the darkness they could not see a thing except the dim crack of light coming from under Circe's dressing room door. Swooning the feeling of being raped as such, I began to dream of wild and wooly things.
Hands, fuzzy palms and those nimble fingers danced up and down my shins, knees, and thghs. My mind a total blaze of lust as being touched so, and sucked as, I was in some poised state.
Poised and ready, willing of anything my attaker might wish, this fool man would do as asked.
My torso was moving in tune to the rythmic sucking going on down below. The touching of my legs was as if being massaged. The pattern to all of this was creeping into my thoughts that maybe, just maybe that satyr girl did not leave the room with Circe.
Even as my mind pondered theses thoughts I exploded with an orgasm of such proportions I felt totally drained. Once spent the hands took to running up under my T-shirt. Pursing about it was a soothing feeling like my chest was being smeared with some sort of oily salve.
Standing there hopeless and helplessly willing to be so raped by this personage, my arms at my sides hung there waiting their turn to be touched and drenched in a sensual massage.