Red Confession: Deflowering Lola in the Sexodrome

The Sexodrome hums with electric anticipation. I sit front row, cock straining against my suit. Lola, my girl, enters with five other virgins. Washed, shaved bare, nipples pinched hard by the bathers. Skin gleams under lights. Heart pounds. They kneel on hard plinths, legs spread wide. Hands cuffed high above, cables taut. Electrodes on tits link to orgasmometers. Lola’s pussy lips part, clit swollen, glistening. Inches from my face. I unzip, free my throbbing dick. Blindfolds go on. Blackness heightens every touch. Suckers latch onto her nipples. Latex grips tight, pulses electric pinches. She arches back, mouth slack, meter spikes green. Music throbs, soft insistent beat. Plinths whir. Clitophile emerges, fat round head kisses her clit. Vibrates feather-light. Lola bucks hips, chases it. Can’t quite reach. Nipple suckers pinch harder. Sighs deepen. My fist grips my shaft slow. The redhead whimpers. Vibro dildo rises, thick cockhead teases her virgin slit. Two inches in, buzzes. Lola grinds desperate, impaled shallow. Anus next. Smaller head nudges her rosebud. She grimaces, then yields. Heart races wild in my chest. Skin hot, sweat beads.