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Birthday Party [part 1 of 2]
By: JackieBigTits(Today, the day I write this; is my birthday. This is my birthday present to myself, but I thought you might like to share it. Enjoy!)
I find her exactly as she said I would, sleeping peacefully on her bed. Unlike a normal night, she’s still half-dressed – a black half-cup bra keeps her breasts pointing skyward and her matching thong and stockings are ringed with silk ribbons and bows. Any Friday, she had said, But you better surprise me. She looks angelic, with her blonde curls spreading over the pillow, but the curve of her smile, even in her sleep, shows a hint of her devilish side. I take her ridiculously sexy patent platform shoes from beside the bed where she’s left them for me, and put them in my holdall.
Then I take a dress, coat and scarf from the closet and add them to the bag too.
Time for an adventure, my little sexpot, I whisper as I lean over her. She’s still fast asleep. Slinging the holdall over my shoulder, I gently put a hand under her knees. She doesn’t move or make a sound, and as I slide the other arm under her shoulders, her head falls back. She really does sleep like the proverbial log. I carry her down to the back door of the house, and, checking carefully that all the neighbours’ lights are still off; I step out and place her gently on the back seat of my SUV, the holdall by her feet.
The back windows are tinted so there’s no chance she’ll be seen. Not that she’d mind, but people in this town don’t have much to do but talk, and since she’s new and has just taken a job in the lawyer’s office, that might not bode well for her.
Unless by some chance her office turned out to be a troupe of sex-crazed, well-hung alpha males with soft hands and sharp tongues… I guess that’s a question for after her 6-month probation.
As I drive down Central I let my mind wander… how did I find this girl? How lucky can one guy get? Getting dragged into Lucy’s (a notoriously awful club) at 2am by some out-of-town friends had never played out quite like that before. We walked in and she was there, in the middle of the empty floor, dancing with herself. She was wearing a hot pink minidress, and that was about it. Every man in the place had his eyes locked on her. The only other women who go there are pushing 40 or work behind the bar, and they were staring too – perhaps with more violent thoughts in mind!
As we stepped in the sound dipped slightly as the DJ changed song and my exclamation was more audible than it should have been. Fucking Hell! She’s too hot for this place! She looked up at me and stopped dancing. That was the first time I saw that devilish smile. Maybe you should take me somewhere more suitable, then? she said with a wink. Now the whole bar had their eyes on me. It was like she had been waiting for someone to say something, and I was the lucky bastard who did. Easiest pickup a guy has ever made. 9 months of dating, day trips and amazing sex later, and here we were:
bisexual group sex storiesHer game, carefully orchestrated by yours truly, was about to come into play.
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I feel myself waking up. The first few moments seem as though it’s morning, light streams onto my face. But something’s definitely different. I open my eyes, and immediately shut them again, God it’s bright. I hear a soft laugh somewhere. My arms are stretched above my head, my legs spread wide, but with enough room to bend my knees. I’m slightly more upright than in a bed, but I’m still more horizontal than vertical. How did I get in this position? As I get more coherent, I remember. My heart quickens in anticipation. Dam… as I try to say my boyfriend’s name, something gets shoved into my mouth. It feels like a silk handkerchief. Damon doesn’t have any of those. I still can’t open my eyes, the light above me is blinding, and I can feel beads of sweat on my cleavage and stomach.
I wriggled slightly, my skin sticking to the leathery fabric I’m lying on. It’s a narrow Y-frame, my butt feels well supported but the back is narrow, a few inches across, leaving most of my back exposed. Testing my bonds, I find they are covered in the same fabric.
The soft laughter comes again, from a different corner. In fact, I realise, it’s a different laughter. It doesn’t sound at all like Damon. My heart beats faster and I feel a swell in my loins.
I lie for what seems like ages, but probably isn’t. I’m hearing muffled noises, talking and laughing, far away to my right. I try to open my eyes again but the spotlight is too bright, and I can’t see into the shadows beyond. It’s hard to keep my eyes open for long and my underwear is soaked in sweat and, well, other things. Once or twice I see Damon’s shadow over me, and he carefully waters my lips and dabs a cool cloth on my décolletage.
Can’t have you drying out on me, he whispers in my ear. I feel wetter than I’ve ever been, but appreciate the cool feeling on my skin. The lamplight is unrelenting.
The muffled sounds are growing louder. I can’t tell how many people there are, but it sounds like quite a party is starting up on the other side of the light. Glasses are chinking and laughter is bubbling. I hear my name a few times. Well, clearly, I’m the centre of attention. Just the way I like it. As the noise reaches a peak, I hear someone close to me ringing a glass for silence. The noise quickly subsides. I can feel their eyes on me, raking and probing from the darkness. Damon’s voice rings out in the silence.
Hello gentlemen. Welcome, one and all. This is my girlfriend, and this is her party. We all know how important it is to make a woman feel like a princess at her own party. If anyone has inclination to disobey the rules as previously mentioned, leave now or prepare for the beat-down of your life. This is my princess, and I expect only the best for her.
Now that gets me wondering. Only the best?
I had conveyed most of the rules of the game to Damon myself: Make it a surprise, take me somewhere secret. I don’t want to know them, I don’t want to see them, and I have to be the centre of attention. But he was obviously more discerning than I was in terms of who gets to play.
You have your numbers, gentlemen. Now let’s begin.
Bracing myself in anticipation, I wait for a cock. Any cock. Anywhere. I’m dying for it. My skin is trembling and the sweat is pouring off me. I want to shout for them to start, take me, fuck me here there and everywhere, but the handkerchief is still in my mouth. group sex torture stories
Then I feel a hand on my breast. The lightest touch, but the fingers have to be twice the size of my own. I open one eye a crack and see the silhouette of a huge man, well over 6 feet, with broad, muscular shoulders, towering over me. Then another hand appears on my foot, and a third on my shoulder. Soon there seems to be hands everywhere.
They stroke me lightly, flickering fingers, pinching, tickling, lightly scratching my collarbone and massaging the crooks of my knees.
Nails drag down my inner thigh and over my shoulder blades; fingers tickle around my belly button. It’s like being in water, every inch of my skin sensing a slightly different touch, all of them erotic and sensual, delicate but masculine. I try to count the hands but I can’t. Maybe 10 men, maybe 20. Some have rough hands, some smooth. My nipples are pinched and pulled and flicked a thousand times. All of them seem to know what they were doing, seem to know what I like, but none of them touch my aching pussy. I moan into the handkerchief, writhing so as to try and force one of the hands on my inner thighs into the place I want their busy fingers most. They’re having none of it.
As the sensations in my body take me to a pre-orgasmic plane of ecstasy, I felt the hands begin to fall away.
Nooo! I cry into the handkerchief. I was so close. Just one more minute, but no, the hands fall away and so does my orgasm.
A tear creeps out of the corner of my eye, the sheer force of my frustration making it run it down my cheek. I release a guttural cry against the handkerchief, as I lay back, defeated. As my breathing slowly returns to normal, I feel something on my skin again. As I squint upwards I see Damon’s curly head silhouetted against the light. He is holding my peacock’s feather, lightly running it over my cleavage. He moves so his head blocks the light on my face for the first time, and I can open my eyes properly and look at him. Having fun? he mouths at me. Mmmhmm I say longingly into the handkerchief.
He watches me for a while, my oversensitive body twitching under the touch of the feather. His head turning from side to side as he examines my quivering form, tweaking for sex, for release. A small smile rests on his face; he seems to be enjoying this game of mine more than I thought he would. I’m completely lost in his eyes, almost forgetting we have company, when a mouth clamps down over my pussy.
My eyes pop open in shock and then close again as my head rolls back and my hips moved up, as well as they could, to reach this mystery mouth. Its tongue works quickly, flicking my clit through my soaking panties, as I moan and writhe once more. Some of the many hands return to my breasts and neckline, undoing my front-clasping bra and leaving it hanging to the side.
I had dropped from my orgasmic plateau back to almost normal ground, but now I’m rising quickly again. A cold sensation on my hip makes me jump; Damon is cutting off my thong with a pair of scissors. The mouth on my clit releases so he can remove it, and then goes back to work. This guy certainly has an agile tongue; it flickers quicker over my clit than any I’d ever had. Once again, as I near orgasm, the mouth moves away. This time instead of leaving me to return to earth, another one quickly takes his place. This guy has a different technique, with fat, short strokes, occasionally nibbling at my outer labia.
I love that. He laps up my copious running fluids as if it’s the nectar of life. I wish I could put my hands on the back of his head, but they’re still shackled above me. After a short time I can really feel my orgasm coming. My knees are twitching uncontrollably and I’m moaning almost constantly. It finally bursts forth when he suckles my clit between his teeth, and it feels like a lightbulb has exploded behind my eyes, and a depth charge in my stomach. I clamp my legs around his head, and someone releases the handkerchief from my mouth as my screams ring out, echoing around the room. I can hear something in the background that sounds like applause.
Before I have time to recover from my earth-shattering orgasm, another mouth takes charge of my pussy.
He’s more forceful, stabbing his hot sharp tongue into me with fevour. Now there’s another on each of my nipples. Someone else is running a fingernail over my ribs. I come and come and come, every time my orgasm peaks someone else takes over sucking my hot clit. It’s swollen obscenely from the torment and every touch makes it want to burst. I’m crying with pleasure and then, just when I think I really can’t take any more, the light goes out. Everything stops. My cunt is throbbing, I can feel juices spread all over the leathery seat and down my legs. My knees tremble uncontrollably.
I think that might be it. Wow. Damon? I call breathlessly into the darkness. I can hear the men shuffling away to the edge of the room again. My eyes have been blasted for so long by the bright light that I can see a green glow, but nothing jumps out from the shadows.
He whispers in my ear, making me jump. I’m going to let your arms down now. We’ll have a recess. There’s a towel and some water down here, by your side. Have a cigarette too if you want. I love you, baby. Back in 10.
To Be Continued… If you like.
