Sir_G
09-04-2006, 08:40 AM
Well Ruby you certainly got me out of my comfort zone for this one. I decided to make it even more difficult by writing from the womans perspective. I don't know if I succeeded and I'm sure you and the others will let me know either way. Please do it quickly because I am in agony over this one. lol. Talk about writers angst. Damn.
Oh, by the way, thanks Rabbit for the photo inspiration and the inspiration for my unoriginal title. Does that make us co-authors.
Hurricane Party
I had been invited to a party, not just any party this was to be a hurricane party. Now that sounds a lot more dramatic than it actually is but for this happy slut it turned out to be heaven.
Since my divorce I have sought as many new sexual experiences as possible. At its end, my marriage was a sexless affair and when you have a libido and drive like mine that makes for some very frustrating times. I was particularly drawn to bondage and sadomasochism, for what reason I am not sure, I just knew there was something in me that found the whole idea appealing. The very idea of having multiple people use and abuse me, left me wet and aching.
Up until the party, my experience was limited to two person sex, not that two person sex is a bad thing and the party offered the opportunity of participating with multiple partners, both male and female. I have had bisexual tendencies all my life so the party seemed like the perfect chance to indulge all my fantasies at once and the prospect of perhaps sharing some intimate moments with another woman was very appealing.
John a good friend and confidant, who was throwing the party, assured me he had spoken to all the guys who were attending, they were more than happy to accommodate little old me and my desire to have several men playing with me at once. Did I mention I have a cum fetish also. The thought of several men using me as their toy, then when they are done with me, jacking off and squirting their come all over me, puts me straight in sub heaven. It is a fantasy that has bought me to orgasm many a time when I have been masturbating. So as you can imagine, I was looking forward to the party very much.
Hurricane Jack was forming in the Atlantic and heading toward us in Florida very quickly. I was just glad its timing was impeccable, it would hit on a weekend and we would be partying as it passed over us. At worst it may cost a day at work and the income that day provided. It was not a bad hurricane as far as hurricanes went, certainly nothing like Katrina, so we were all pretty comfortable with the idea of an extended weekend sex party at John’s storm proof mansion. We would be safe and warm inside while the storm raged outside. I had a perverse sense of safety at the thought of nature doing its destructive best whilst we were being creative and exploring our carnal desires.
As I made my way to the mansion the weather was starting to turn ugly. Black clouds gathered and scudded in from the ocean. The wind was gusting, and rain had begun to fall. The usual Friday late afternoon traffic was sparse and my trip was shortened considerably because of it. I was the first to arrive, something I’m not accustomed to doing, I prefer to arrive fashionably late and make an entrance. I put down my early arrival to being excited by the party’s concept and not wanting to miss a moment of it. That was the beauty of being single again, the only person I had to worry about was me.
I parked the car in the huge undercover garage, grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door. John was waiting for me as I got to the door; he greeted me with a warm smile, an even warmer hug, took my bag and showed me to my room. I unpacked and then met him downstairs in the games room for a drink. I do so love early evening martinis and John knows how to make a good one, in fact I think I would confer expert status on him. I lounged at the bar as he told me what he had been up to and soaked up the ambiance of the games room, giggling girlishly as he related a ribald tale of an experience he had when he was younger.
The mansion is an impressive affair, twenty bedrooms, a games room, library, pool, hot tub, sauna, formal dining room and many other features I could list but won’t bore you with. John is a self made millionaire and loves hosting these little get togethers for his friends and the mansion is the perfect place to slum it during a hurricane.
As the martinis kicked in I felt the need to strip and hop into the hot tub for a soak and I insisted that John join me. It is situated in an atrium inside the games room and surrounded by lush tropical plants, a virtual indoor paradise. I watched him watch me as I undressed and made a special show of it for him. I removed my bra I cupped my breasts suggestively and gave them a squeeze, pinching my nipples and pulling them so that the nipple was elongated and erect. My breasts aren’t large but are firm. a good handful and to date I haven’t received any complaints about them. I slid my panties down over the soft curve of my hips, letting them fall to the floor and gave my pussy a stroke and then a slap. I’m no burlesque dancer but can turn it on when the need arises and Johns eyes went straight to my bald pussy. Judging from the reaction of John’s cock I had succeeded in my mini mission to turn him on and we sat in the tub making small talk until the next guests began to arrive.
As the others began to arrive I decided to shower, get dressed and begin socializing. After my shower I took my time drying myself looking in the mirror and appreciating the way my skin glowed under the light in the bathroom. I carefully applied my make up not wanting to apply large amounts but just enough to enhance my natural good features; a little eye liner, some foundation and a tiny bit of blush. Finally I loved the latest vivid colors the cosmetic companies were producing in lipstick and I colored my lips a nice slutty red that I thought would melt the heart of any man lucky enough to have them wrapped around his hard throbbing cock. I then slipped into a slinky black dress that was quite low cut and that hugged in all the right places. Underneath, I wore stockings held up by a garter belt, no knickers or bra and a pair of “come fuck me” stilettos. I stood back and admired my reflection. Understated glamour was my goal and as I looked in the mirror I was well pleased by the reflection.
I made my way downstairs to the games room where the evening’s activities were going to take place slowly making my way down the stairs and attracting some furtive looks from the men and some jealous but not unkind looks from the women. John had put on an X rated DVD and the big plasma screen was displaying an image of a buxom submissive in tight bondage receiving a caning from her Dominant, who was sporting a large, very hard erection. A long string of precum dangled from the eye of his cock and was about to hit the floor. It was a very distracting sight as I made my way to the bar, greeting people as I moved and wishing that it was me in the scene on the screen. Nearly all the guests had arrived and were busily catching up with each other. Many of the women were casting glances at the screen and the look in their eyes told me they were just as envious as I. I, needn’t have worried though because as the night progressed I would be kept busy and have more than my fair share of hard cock and wet pussy.
I reached the bar and took up a bottle of water, not wanting to be intoxicated to the point where it would detract from the experience. The martinis had relaxed me nicely and I was one horny slut. A fact that I hoped would not be too obvious. After all a bit of mystery added to the dance and we the guests had all collectively attended several of these parties so we knew what to expect. John never failed to surprise us with something new each time. That was the sort of guy he was, spontaneous and generous to a fault.
The final guests arrived and once they had settled in and had a drink or two, John called us all together and gave his usual address. We were told to enjoy ourselves and make ourselves at home. We were to eat our fill, slake our thirst and indulge our lust as we saw fit. To help with indulging our lusts he informed us a pre party warm up show would be taking place in half an hour. A spontaneous round of applause went up and John took up station at the pool table to finish a game he had started. I had been chatting to a couple I knew from university, Robert and Julie, prior to the address and we continued chatting, debating what sort of show John had in store for us. As we did, Jordan, another friend snuck up behind me and reached between my legs, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh and literally grabbing a handful of my pussy.
Surprised, I think I squeaked, causing heads to turn and laughter went up around the room when people saw the cause of my consternation. I laughed of course and felt a little embarrassed at being the centre of attention. Jordy was a great guy and a good friend and I had recently had the pleasure to be treated to a great anal fucking at his hands. My knees went weak at the thought of it and I hoped no one saw me grasp the bar to support myself. I flashed my best pearly white smile at him as he gave details to Robert and Julie. Occasionally I blushed as he described my reactions during the all night session, how I had panted like a dog on heat and screamed the neighborhood down when I came. The police had come and Jordy had to do some fast talking to explain what had happened. The police from Metro Dade had left with wry grins on their faces and no doubt thinking what a lucky stiff Jordy was.
As we were talking John came up to our little group and took me aside. He had a worried look on his face and was very apologetic for disturbing me. I wasn’t perturbed but was curious as he explained that the pre party act had arrived but the girl from the foursome had taken sick and as a result the show would have to be cancelled. The look of disappointment on his face moved me and I asked if there was anything I could do. His face brightened and he asked if I would mind filling in for the girl. I pointed out that I had no idea what the show was about but he assured me all I would have to do was be myself and follow my instincts. Before I knew it I had agreed and it was then that it dawned on me that he had set this up. That was the type of guy he was. He knew about my fantasies and had actually engaged these guys to make them come true.
He took me to the place in the room where the show was to take place. A small stage was set up and I was to stand there and simply go with the flow. The lights were dimmed and the music started. My heart was pounding and my breathing quickened with the nervous tension I felt. The music had a trance like beat and it throbbed through the speakers. The stage lights came on and danced across the stage with the kaleidoscopic effect. A door next to the stage opened and three of the most delicious looking men came through. They were well muscled, dressed in simple loin cloths and had primitive looking masks on. They could dance too, oh how they could dance. They gyrated and twirled, performing some gymnastic type that displayed their obvious strength, moves that had the audience gasping and then they climbed up onto the stage. One of them removed my dress and began to caress my body, all the while the three of them danced sensuously around me. The loin cloths did little to hide their large cocks and my imagination was in overload as I watched. One of them danced up behind me and whispered “go rigid”. I did and the three of them swept me up and lifted me up high above their heads. It was breathtaking to be manhandled that way and I felt like a feather in their grip naked and exposed to all that watched.
They laid me on the stage, stripped their loincloths off and stood over me. It was wonderful looking up at that wonderful man flesh and seeing those cocks swinging and swaying above me. One by one they squatted down and took up positions around me, stroking my body, pinching and caressing my breasts and nipples. I could feel my self starting to respond, my pussy was aching and I could feel it starting to lubricate, my stomach fluttered, all telltale signs I was becoming aroused. I wanted fingers or hands inside me and a cock in my slutty mouth. No sooner had I thought it when a thick cock head entered my mouth and I felt fingers begin to penetrate my pussy and ass. Hands grasped my tits and I felt the cock in my mouth grow harder as I instinctively sucked it. My legs were pulled apart and those fingers continued to excite and stroke my pussy. As the scene progressed I caught flashes of the audience, my good friends, beginning to enter in to the spirit of the evening. One of the women had a cock in each hand masturbating it for the owner as they looked on in lust; another woman was having her pussy licked as she sucked on a cock.
These visions whilst glimpses, spurred me on and caused my lust to rise to new heights. I was picked up again and made to take up a position on all fours on the stage like a dog and in my lust I was panting like dog. I felt my ass being lubricated with some kind of gel and fully expected a large cock to penetrate my ass and fill me. To my surprise a metallic object was eased into my ass, and as my sphincter muscle relaxed I sensed rather than felt wires being plugged in to things. Biting clamps took up residence on my pussy lips causing a sharp intake of my breath and another wire was attached by clamp to my clitoral hood. I couldn’t actually watch this taking place due to the large cock that was continuing to pound my mouth and occasionally the back of my throat causing me to gag. The sub in me was ecstatic, this was all I had imagined and more. Two more wires were attached to clamps on my nipples, not the aureole mind but to the sensitive nipple. I was fully wired, ready for my electro torture and one of the guys began to manipulate the dials on the tens units. The circuit was set up to cause a pulse that started in my ass, moved to my nipples and finally my clit and pussy lips. The buzz in my ass started and I gasped around the cock in my mouth, I think my pussy leaked some juice as my inner muscles contracted and I know my hips ground against the delightful buzz that was occurring deep in my ass. I was vaguely aware of the increasing amount of pre cum in my mouth as the thrusting cock gathered speed, then the pulse hit my nipples and all that seemed to exist was them, the tingling sensation continued down into my breasts. I was beginning to writhe under that buzz when the first jet of sperm shot into my mouth and he withdrew to make sure he hosed my face and tits down as he came. I thrilled to the sensation as his come jetted over me, the molten liquid cooled quickly on my skin and dripped from my chin to further cover my tits. Then the pulse hit my clit and pussy lips and my hips must have resembled a dog as it fucked another. I was coming and being hosed by a cock shooting jets of sperm over my face and tits as I did. My mind raced as it screamed at me that I was experiencing on of my hearts desires, a long held fantasy that had now become reality. As the pulse moved from my clit and pussy lips I had to reach down and finger myself to somehow try to extend this mind numbing pleasure. The sight of all that had transpired had so turned on stud “B” that he proceeded to stick his cock into me doggy style.
I moaned like a two dollar whore as he did, his cock filling me as only a cock can and I was equally delighted when stud “C” took up station and filled my come slick mouth with his burgeoning cock. Stud B’s cock stretched my pussy and the extra pain that caused through the clamps was delicious. As the pulse would hit my pussy it also stimulated his cock and it wasn’t long before he was breathing hard and ready to come. The two boys managed to time their orgasms so that when they were ready they flipped me over onto my back and sprayed me with their sperm. Stud B’s first jet snaked its way up my body, initially impacting just above where the wire was attached to my clit hood and continued over my belly. I reached down and smeared across my stomach my hips still moving as if he was still fucking me. Stud C emptied his balls over my face and tits. The sperm caused the conductivity on my nipples to be quite intense and they buzzed maddeningly when the pulse hit them again. My pussy went into paroxysms of joy and orgasm number two caused me to convulse there on my back, small nuclear explosions were taking place in my head and I felt as if I would lose consciousness. After I had calmed somewhat, the units were turned off and the wires removed. My nipples and pussy lips let me know they were still there as the blood rushed back into them and filled the places where the clamps had been. When the clit hood clamp was removed it almost sent me tumbling back over the edge of the orgasmic abyss and I couldn’t help but rub the fresh sperm over my tits, massaging it in like Nivea body lotion. I had always heard it was good for the skin and rich in vitamin e. The three boys grinned, amused by my display of wantonness. They packed up their gear and kissed me good bye and excused themselves.
John had a huge grin on his face as he approached the stage and threw me a towel. I expressed my gratitude and he assured me I would be able to show him just how grateful I was later on. We both laughed and I headed off to shower again and come back for more fun and games. I had to make my way through couples sucking and fucking each other in a myriad of different ways, some were new to me others as old as time.
One particular scene caught my eye. There was Jordy being fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap on whilst another sucked on his cock and yet another whipped his chest with a riding crop. The look of animal lust on their faces was fascinating and Jordy’s cock looked so hard it would burst from the blood pressure. His shaft was purple and the veins knotted and gnarled. It was all I could do to remain an onlooker. The scene in front of me was as confronting as it was erotic. I stood as if hypnotized, staring at what I perceived to be a defining moment in my ongoing sexual education. The only thing that was taboo was what lay in your own mind and the moral lines you drew in the sand of your conscience.
I tore myself away to shower and hurried to re enter the fray. And all the while the storm raged out side. I wondered if Mother Nature was aware of the storm taking place inside this wonderful house.
I came back down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of Jordy now sitting astride the woman with the strap on with his back to her face. He was slowly moving up and down on the rubber phallus, his cock still erect and angry looking. The girl that had been cropping his chest was now cropping the girl’s pussy that had been sucking Jordy’s cock. As the crop struck her most sensitive parts her back would arch. She pinched her own nipples and crushed her tits together. My hand went unbidden to my pussy and I began to masturbate as I watched. Everywhere I looked an erotic sight caught my attention. Moans of ecstasy reached my ears along with grunts of pleasure.
I continued to the bar to get another bottle of water, masturbating as I walked. Robert, who had Julie’s tits bound tight, was whipping them with a light flogger as he fucked her. He caught sight of me masturbating as I watched them. That must have tipped him over the edge because he withdrew his cock to stuff it in Julie’s welcoming mouth, as he did a string of come hit her bound tits and she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit bringing on her own orgasm. Julie was a squirter and as she came her juices coated the rubber sheet they had laid down to protect the carpet.
I giggled to myself as I took in the carnal mass that lay before me. My fingers worked busily on my clit and I felt my third orgasm building. I unashamedly lifted my legs up onto the stool and spread my legs apart as wide as I could get them. I began to pant as I fingered myself, inserting two and then three fingers into my gaping pussy. I decided to try and get my whole hand into myself and succeeded. The sensation was awesome and I could feel my muscles clench and spasm as I neared orgasm. Several men casually masturbated as they watched me and I gestured for one to come over. I looked into his eyes and begged him to slap my face and tits to help make me come, to call me a slut and a whore humiliating me. As he did so my pussy contracted around my hand as I pushed it further inside and I came. My body shuddered as I convulsed on my hand. I opened my eyes and realized I had called Jason over, a young intern that worked for one of John’s companies. He smiled at me as I convulsed and shook and I managed a weak smile back, still coming back from my orgasms sensations. I asked if there was anything he wanted me to do for him and he smiled simply told me no and wandered off to rejoin the mass of bodies that still moved in carnal delight.
I leaned back on the bar still weak from the intensity of my orgasm and thought I had better pace myself, it was only Friday night and I already felt exhausted. Yes indeed the weekend was young and my dirty mind was already at work planning the rest of the weekend.
Oh, by the way, thanks Rabbit for the photo inspiration and the inspiration for my unoriginal title. Does that make us co-authors.
Hurricane Party
I had been invited to a party, not just any party this was to be a hurricane party. Now that sounds a lot more dramatic than it actually is but for this happy slut it turned out to be heaven.
Since my divorce I have sought as many new sexual experiences as possible. At its end, my marriage was a sexless affair and when you have a libido and drive like mine that makes for some very frustrating times. I was particularly drawn to bondage and sadomasochism, for what reason I am not sure, I just knew there was something in me that found the whole idea appealing. The very idea of having multiple people use and abuse me, left me wet and aching.
Up until the party, my experience was limited to two person sex, not that two person sex is a bad thing and the party offered the opportunity of participating with multiple partners, both male and female. I have had bisexual tendencies all my life so the party seemed like the perfect chance to indulge all my fantasies at once and the prospect of perhaps sharing some intimate moments with another woman was very appealing.
John a good friend and confidant, who was throwing the party, assured me he had spoken to all the guys who were attending, they were more than happy to accommodate little old me and my desire to have several men playing with me at once. Did I mention I have a cum fetish also. The thought of several men using me as their toy, then when they are done with me, jacking off and squirting their come all over me, puts me straight in sub heaven. It is a fantasy that has bought me to orgasm many a time when I have been masturbating. So as you can imagine, I was looking forward to the party very much.
Hurricane Jack was forming in the Atlantic and heading toward us in Florida very quickly. I was just glad its timing was impeccable, it would hit on a weekend and we would be partying as it passed over us. At worst it may cost a day at work and the income that day provided. It was not a bad hurricane as far as hurricanes went, certainly nothing like Katrina, so we were all pretty comfortable with the idea of an extended weekend sex party at John’s storm proof mansion. We would be safe and warm inside while the storm raged outside. I had a perverse sense of safety at the thought of nature doing its destructive best whilst we were being creative and exploring our carnal desires.
As I made my way to the mansion the weather was starting to turn ugly. Black clouds gathered and scudded in from the ocean. The wind was gusting, and rain had begun to fall. The usual Friday late afternoon traffic was sparse and my trip was shortened considerably because of it. I was the first to arrive, something I’m not accustomed to doing, I prefer to arrive fashionably late and make an entrance. I put down my early arrival to being excited by the party’s concept and not wanting to miss a moment of it. That was the beauty of being single again, the only person I had to worry about was me.
I parked the car in the huge undercover garage, grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door. John was waiting for me as I got to the door; he greeted me with a warm smile, an even warmer hug, took my bag and showed me to my room. I unpacked and then met him downstairs in the games room for a drink. I do so love early evening martinis and John knows how to make a good one, in fact I think I would confer expert status on him. I lounged at the bar as he told me what he had been up to and soaked up the ambiance of the games room, giggling girlishly as he related a ribald tale of an experience he had when he was younger.
The mansion is an impressive affair, twenty bedrooms, a games room, library, pool, hot tub, sauna, formal dining room and many other features I could list but won’t bore you with. John is a self made millionaire and loves hosting these little get togethers for his friends and the mansion is the perfect place to slum it during a hurricane.
As the martinis kicked in I felt the need to strip and hop into the hot tub for a soak and I insisted that John join me. It is situated in an atrium inside the games room and surrounded by lush tropical plants, a virtual indoor paradise. I watched him watch me as I undressed and made a special show of it for him. I removed my bra I cupped my breasts suggestively and gave them a squeeze, pinching my nipples and pulling them so that the nipple was elongated and erect. My breasts aren’t large but are firm. a good handful and to date I haven’t received any complaints about them. I slid my panties down over the soft curve of my hips, letting them fall to the floor and gave my pussy a stroke and then a slap. I’m no burlesque dancer but can turn it on when the need arises and Johns eyes went straight to my bald pussy. Judging from the reaction of John’s cock I had succeeded in my mini mission to turn him on and we sat in the tub making small talk until the next guests began to arrive.
As the others began to arrive I decided to shower, get dressed and begin socializing. After my shower I took my time drying myself looking in the mirror and appreciating the way my skin glowed under the light in the bathroom. I carefully applied my make up not wanting to apply large amounts but just enough to enhance my natural good features; a little eye liner, some foundation and a tiny bit of blush. Finally I loved the latest vivid colors the cosmetic companies were producing in lipstick and I colored my lips a nice slutty red that I thought would melt the heart of any man lucky enough to have them wrapped around his hard throbbing cock. I then slipped into a slinky black dress that was quite low cut and that hugged in all the right places. Underneath, I wore stockings held up by a garter belt, no knickers or bra and a pair of “come fuck me” stilettos. I stood back and admired my reflection. Understated glamour was my goal and as I looked in the mirror I was well pleased by the reflection.
I made my way downstairs to the games room where the evening’s activities were going to take place slowly making my way down the stairs and attracting some furtive looks from the men and some jealous but not unkind looks from the women. John had put on an X rated DVD and the big plasma screen was displaying an image of a buxom submissive in tight bondage receiving a caning from her Dominant, who was sporting a large, very hard erection. A long string of precum dangled from the eye of his cock and was about to hit the floor. It was a very distracting sight as I made my way to the bar, greeting people as I moved and wishing that it was me in the scene on the screen. Nearly all the guests had arrived and were busily catching up with each other. Many of the women were casting glances at the screen and the look in their eyes told me they were just as envious as I. I, needn’t have worried though because as the night progressed I would be kept busy and have more than my fair share of hard cock and wet pussy.
I reached the bar and took up a bottle of water, not wanting to be intoxicated to the point where it would detract from the experience. The martinis had relaxed me nicely and I was one horny slut. A fact that I hoped would not be too obvious. After all a bit of mystery added to the dance and we the guests had all collectively attended several of these parties so we knew what to expect. John never failed to surprise us with something new each time. That was the sort of guy he was, spontaneous and generous to a fault.
The final guests arrived and once they had settled in and had a drink or two, John called us all together and gave his usual address. We were told to enjoy ourselves and make ourselves at home. We were to eat our fill, slake our thirst and indulge our lust as we saw fit. To help with indulging our lusts he informed us a pre party warm up show would be taking place in half an hour. A spontaneous round of applause went up and John took up station at the pool table to finish a game he had started. I had been chatting to a couple I knew from university, Robert and Julie, prior to the address and we continued chatting, debating what sort of show John had in store for us. As we did, Jordan, another friend snuck up behind me and reached between my legs, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh and literally grabbing a handful of my pussy.
Surprised, I think I squeaked, causing heads to turn and laughter went up around the room when people saw the cause of my consternation. I laughed of course and felt a little embarrassed at being the centre of attention. Jordy was a great guy and a good friend and I had recently had the pleasure to be treated to a great anal fucking at his hands. My knees went weak at the thought of it and I hoped no one saw me grasp the bar to support myself. I flashed my best pearly white smile at him as he gave details to Robert and Julie. Occasionally I blushed as he described my reactions during the all night session, how I had panted like a dog on heat and screamed the neighborhood down when I came. The police had come and Jordy had to do some fast talking to explain what had happened. The police from Metro Dade had left with wry grins on their faces and no doubt thinking what a lucky stiff Jordy was.
As we were talking John came up to our little group and took me aside. He had a worried look on his face and was very apologetic for disturbing me. I wasn’t perturbed but was curious as he explained that the pre party act had arrived but the girl from the foursome had taken sick and as a result the show would have to be cancelled. The look of disappointment on his face moved me and I asked if there was anything I could do. His face brightened and he asked if I would mind filling in for the girl. I pointed out that I had no idea what the show was about but he assured me all I would have to do was be myself and follow my instincts. Before I knew it I had agreed and it was then that it dawned on me that he had set this up. That was the type of guy he was. He knew about my fantasies and had actually engaged these guys to make them come true.
He took me to the place in the room where the show was to take place. A small stage was set up and I was to stand there and simply go with the flow. The lights were dimmed and the music started. My heart was pounding and my breathing quickened with the nervous tension I felt. The music had a trance like beat and it throbbed through the speakers. The stage lights came on and danced across the stage with the kaleidoscopic effect. A door next to the stage opened and three of the most delicious looking men came through. They were well muscled, dressed in simple loin cloths and had primitive looking masks on. They could dance too, oh how they could dance. They gyrated and twirled, performing some gymnastic type that displayed their obvious strength, moves that had the audience gasping and then they climbed up onto the stage. One of them removed my dress and began to caress my body, all the while the three of them danced sensuously around me. The loin cloths did little to hide their large cocks and my imagination was in overload as I watched. One of them danced up behind me and whispered “go rigid”. I did and the three of them swept me up and lifted me up high above their heads. It was breathtaking to be manhandled that way and I felt like a feather in their grip naked and exposed to all that watched.
They laid me on the stage, stripped their loincloths off and stood over me. It was wonderful looking up at that wonderful man flesh and seeing those cocks swinging and swaying above me. One by one they squatted down and took up positions around me, stroking my body, pinching and caressing my breasts and nipples. I could feel my self starting to respond, my pussy was aching and I could feel it starting to lubricate, my stomach fluttered, all telltale signs I was becoming aroused. I wanted fingers or hands inside me and a cock in my slutty mouth. No sooner had I thought it when a thick cock head entered my mouth and I felt fingers begin to penetrate my pussy and ass. Hands grasped my tits and I felt the cock in my mouth grow harder as I instinctively sucked it. My legs were pulled apart and those fingers continued to excite and stroke my pussy. As the scene progressed I caught flashes of the audience, my good friends, beginning to enter in to the spirit of the evening. One of the women had a cock in each hand masturbating it for the owner as they looked on in lust; another woman was having her pussy licked as she sucked on a cock.
These visions whilst glimpses, spurred me on and caused my lust to rise to new heights. I was picked up again and made to take up a position on all fours on the stage like a dog and in my lust I was panting like dog. I felt my ass being lubricated with some kind of gel and fully expected a large cock to penetrate my ass and fill me. To my surprise a metallic object was eased into my ass, and as my sphincter muscle relaxed I sensed rather than felt wires being plugged in to things. Biting clamps took up residence on my pussy lips causing a sharp intake of my breath and another wire was attached by clamp to my clitoral hood. I couldn’t actually watch this taking place due to the large cock that was continuing to pound my mouth and occasionally the back of my throat causing me to gag. The sub in me was ecstatic, this was all I had imagined and more. Two more wires were attached to clamps on my nipples, not the aureole mind but to the sensitive nipple. I was fully wired, ready for my electro torture and one of the guys began to manipulate the dials on the tens units. The circuit was set up to cause a pulse that started in my ass, moved to my nipples and finally my clit and pussy lips. The buzz in my ass started and I gasped around the cock in my mouth, I think my pussy leaked some juice as my inner muscles contracted and I know my hips ground against the delightful buzz that was occurring deep in my ass. I was vaguely aware of the increasing amount of pre cum in my mouth as the thrusting cock gathered speed, then the pulse hit my nipples and all that seemed to exist was them, the tingling sensation continued down into my breasts. I was beginning to writhe under that buzz when the first jet of sperm shot into my mouth and he withdrew to make sure he hosed my face and tits down as he came. I thrilled to the sensation as his come jetted over me, the molten liquid cooled quickly on my skin and dripped from my chin to further cover my tits. Then the pulse hit my clit and pussy lips and my hips must have resembled a dog as it fucked another. I was coming and being hosed by a cock shooting jets of sperm over my face and tits as I did. My mind raced as it screamed at me that I was experiencing on of my hearts desires, a long held fantasy that had now become reality. As the pulse moved from my clit and pussy lips I had to reach down and finger myself to somehow try to extend this mind numbing pleasure. The sight of all that had transpired had so turned on stud “B” that he proceeded to stick his cock into me doggy style.
I moaned like a two dollar whore as he did, his cock filling me as only a cock can and I was equally delighted when stud “C” took up station and filled my come slick mouth with his burgeoning cock. Stud B’s cock stretched my pussy and the extra pain that caused through the clamps was delicious. As the pulse would hit my pussy it also stimulated his cock and it wasn’t long before he was breathing hard and ready to come. The two boys managed to time their orgasms so that when they were ready they flipped me over onto my back and sprayed me with their sperm. Stud B’s first jet snaked its way up my body, initially impacting just above where the wire was attached to my clit hood and continued over my belly. I reached down and smeared across my stomach my hips still moving as if he was still fucking me. Stud C emptied his balls over my face and tits. The sperm caused the conductivity on my nipples to be quite intense and they buzzed maddeningly when the pulse hit them again. My pussy went into paroxysms of joy and orgasm number two caused me to convulse there on my back, small nuclear explosions were taking place in my head and I felt as if I would lose consciousness. After I had calmed somewhat, the units were turned off and the wires removed. My nipples and pussy lips let me know they were still there as the blood rushed back into them and filled the places where the clamps had been. When the clit hood clamp was removed it almost sent me tumbling back over the edge of the orgasmic abyss and I couldn’t help but rub the fresh sperm over my tits, massaging it in like Nivea body lotion. I had always heard it was good for the skin and rich in vitamin e. The three boys grinned, amused by my display of wantonness. They packed up their gear and kissed me good bye and excused themselves.
John had a huge grin on his face as he approached the stage and threw me a towel. I expressed my gratitude and he assured me I would be able to show him just how grateful I was later on. We both laughed and I headed off to shower again and come back for more fun and games. I had to make my way through couples sucking and fucking each other in a myriad of different ways, some were new to me others as old as time.
One particular scene caught my eye. There was Jordy being fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap on whilst another sucked on his cock and yet another whipped his chest with a riding crop. The look of animal lust on their faces was fascinating and Jordy’s cock looked so hard it would burst from the blood pressure. His shaft was purple and the veins knotted and gnarled. It was all I could do to remain an onlooker. The scene in front of me was as confronting as it was erotic. I stood as if hypnotized, staring at what I perceived to be a defining moment in my ongoing sexual education. The only thing that was taboo was what lay in your own mind and the moral lines you drew in the sand of your conscience.
I tore myself away to shower and hurried to re enter the fray. And all the while the storm raged out side. I wondered if Mother Nature was aware of the storm taking place inside this wonderful house.
I came back down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of Jordy now sitting astride the woman with the strap on with his back to her face. He was slowly moving up and down on the rubber phallus, his cock still erect and angry looking. The girl that had been cropping his chest was now cropping the girl’s pussy that had been sucking Jordy’s cock. As the crop struck her most sensitive parts her back would arch. She pinched her own nipples and crushed her tits together. My hand went unbidden to my pussy and I began to masturbate as I watched. Everywhere I looked an erotic sight caught my attention. Moans of ecstasy reached my ears along with grunts of pleasure.
I continued to the bar to get another bottle of water, masturbating as I walked. Robert, who had Julie’s tits bound tight, was whipping them with a light flogger as he fucked her. He caught sight of me masturbating as I watched them. That must have tipped him over the edge because he withdrew his cock to stuff it in Julie’s welcoming mouth, as he did a string of come hit her bound tits and she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit bringing on her own orgasm. Julie was a squirter and as she came her juices coated the rubber sheet they had laid down to protect the carpet.
I giggled to myself as I took in the carnal mass that lay before me. My fingers worked busily on my clit and I felt my third orgasm building. I unashamedly lifted my legs up onto the stool and spread my legs apart as wide as I could get them. I began to pant as I fingered myself, inserting two and then three fingers into my gaping pussy. I decided to try and get my whole hand into myself and succeeded. The sensation was awesome and I could feel my muscles clench and spasm as I neared orgasm. Several men casually masturbated as they watched me and I gestured for one to come over. I looked into his eyes and begged him to slap my face and tits to help make me come, to call me a slut and a whore humiliating me. As he did so my pussy contracted around my hand as I pushed it further inside and I came. My body shuddered as I convulsed on my hand. I opened my eyes and realized I had called Jason over, a young intern that worked for one of John’s companies. He smiled at me as I convulsed and shook and I managed a weak smile back, still coming back from my orgasms sensations. I asked if there was anything he wanted me to do for him and he smiled simply told me no and wandered off to rejoin the mass of bodies that still moved in carnal delight.
I leaned back on the bar still weak from the intensity of my orgasm and thought I had better pace myself, it was only Friday night and I already felt exhausted. Yes indeed the weekend was young and my dirty mind was already at work planning the rest of the weekend.