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My palms and my knees sank into the thickly padded rubberized flooring as I crawled through darkness, one hand reaching out in front of me probing the pitch blackness. It was warm and humid and I could hear sweaty bodies smacking against each other, and squishing sounds, and the moans and groans of pleasure being given and received. I inched onward. Surely I would make contact soon; I sensed people all around me.
The darkness and the party rules assured my anonymity. Before entering the play room all guests were required to strip naked, shower to remove any discernable fragrances, and trim their pubic hair (if not already shaved); once inside the completely darkened room, we were forbidden to speak or identify ourselves in any way. My husband was so excited to attend and I reluctantly agreed to accompany him.
When we arrived, we were separated and escorted to private bathrooms to prepare ourselves for the play room. No make-up, no perfume, no deodorant, squeaky clean was the order. The shower was stocked with Dove soap and Pantene shampoo. Everyone would wear the same scent into the play room. As I lathered my body I debated with myself whether to shave my neatly trimmed pussy. My attendant didn’t rush me. I was free to take as long as I needed to prepare myself. When did the party begin? When was it supposed to end? I didn’t know. No times were listed on the invitation, it simply read: “Cum when you are ready” and the address; the address said it all; it was a gated mansion in the toniest part of town.
Trimmed, if not shaved, was the order. I am very good at following instructions so I shaved. My attendant handed me a soft, warm robe appeared when he heard water turn off. While I pat dried my hair, the rules were read aloud to me and I was required to verbally consent to each one individually, before signing the contract. My identity was safe provided I abided by the rules. The implied threat of consequences was vague but foreboding. Now I was free to do anything with anyone; consent was implied until it was revoked by snapping your fingers twice.
I tried to relax but my heart raced and my stomach was in knots. I was so nervous that I didn’t notice how aroused I had become; my pussy was soaking; it soaked through my robe and dampened the seat of my vanity chair. I was as ready as I would ever be.
My attendant showed me to a door and extended his hand for my robe. I instantly felt self-conscious and flushed as my embarrassment overcame me; I resisted the urge to cover my breasts with my hands and I handed him my robe. Now I was standing naked before him. Other strangers would know me far more intimately after I passed through the door but giving up my robe seemed so personal to me in that moment. His expression revealed nothing. He neither approved nor disapproved. He wished me well and withdrew a few steps behind me.
I opened the door and surveyed a small square room; it was the size of a walk-in closet, on the far side opposite where I stood was another door. I entered and heard the door lock behind me. I was shivering despite being warm and goose bumps covered my body, my nipples hardened. The lights went out and I was plunged into darkness.
I heard the door ahead of me unlock. My hand shook as I reached out and clutched the door knob; I debated with myself whether I should enter and go play or leave.
My husband was somewhere behind this door, out there in the play room. I resolved to find him and pretend to be a stranger. I was determined to discover his secret fantasy. Even in total darkness, smelling like Dove soap, I was confident I could recognize my husband.
I opened the inner door and heard the sounds of sex. I walked into the room but then I became concerned that I might trip on someone on the floor so I dropped down and began crawling. I was horny. I was naked in a room full of strangers and I couldn't see anything. My pussy was flooded with my own juices.
I continued forward into the room. Someone crossed behind me and accidentally stepped on my toe. I freaked and quickly crawled away. I almost banged my head into the wall. I spun around and sat down pulling my knees up to my chest. I began rocking forward and back, hugging myself. I was alone in the dark surrounded by strangers. Panic began creeping in.
I sensed someone was nearby. Then I felt a finger tracing my toes from my big toe down to my pinky toe. Sparks bolted through my body. The finger began tracing the outside of my foot toward my heel. The hand cupped my heel and began working its way up my calf slowly massaging my lower leg as it ascended towards my knee. I was frozen. The hand crested my knee and began its descent along the back of thigh. It was gentle but deliberate. It was heading toward my sopping pussy. I wanted to reach out and explore the person who was caressing me but I couldn’t move.
The hand found my ass and its index finger began to wander toward my pussy. I pressed my head against the wall behind me. I was about to be penetrated. All I smelled was Dove soap. The finger traced my outer pussy lips. I wanted to it find what it sought. Was this a man or a woman? I didn’t care just finger my pussy. Please.
I waited. The finger teased me, circling my slickened pussy lips, pushing toward my opening but never pushing in. My breathing became shallow. I felt lightheaded. Where was the other hand? Was it stroking its cock or fingering its pussy? I was going insane. I needed relief. My own hands started to work their way down my belly.
Then I felt something press against the side of my face. It dragged across my cheek and then stalled at my nose and continued to drag across my other cheek and back. It was a cock. I expected hands to grab my head but none came. I reached up and groped for the cock and its balls. The finger tracing my pussy found teased my opening, sinking in to the knuckle and withdrawing. I gasped. Then I gushed.
The balls were full and hot. The cock was hard and big.
I cupped the balls and began massaging them as my index finger circled the anus. My other hand began stroking the cock. Its hips pushed insistently toward my mouth. I blew on it. It swelled in my hand. I felt it pulsing. I licked its tip. It jumped. I had to push against the hips that thrust toward my face. The fingers playing with my pussy plunged into to me.
My resistance was broken.
I opened my mouth and guided the cock toward my mouth. As soon as my tongue touched the bottom of the cock head, it began pistoning into my mouth pinning my head to the wall behind me. His balls banged against my chin and his trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose. In and out, he fucked my face vigorously, forcing his cock down my throat.
His cock began to swell. It was so hot; it felt like it would burn my tongue. He was getting close and so was I. The fingers working my pussy knew exactly how to administer increasing pleasure. I was ready to cum. But the cock fucking my mouth needed a little something extra. I squeezed hard on his balls, inhaled his cock into my throat and thrust my finger into his ass. That did it. He convulsed banging my head into the wall. Then he began pumping and pumping. I tried to swallow it all but I began choking on all of the cum flooding my mouth. I needed to breathe. But the cock continued to ram my mouth. Then it was over as quickly as it began. The cock withdrew and I gulped air in the darkness. I was dizzy.
The fingers in my pussy also withdrew. Then I felt hands on my hips twisting my body up and around into the doggy position. So it was a man after all. Once he had me on my knees, I felt a hand pushing my head down from behind. My ass and pussy were high and my head was pinned down to the rubberized floor.
The cock pressed against my dripping pussy opening. He waited. Then he plunged into me in one deep fast stroke. Again my head banged against the wall but I didn’t care. I was ready to orgasm. And this cock was pounding me with the urgency of a teenager. He was big and despite my wetness he stretched me to my limits and he was longer than I am deep. And he kept pounding and pounding me. I screamed as my orgasm exploded, shooting a surge of pleasure to the tips of fingers and toes. I crumpled into the corner and he withdrew into the darkness.
This was going to be a long night.
To be continued?
The darkness and the party rules assured my anonymity. Before entering the play room all guests were required to strip naked, shower to remove any discernable fragrances, and trim their pubic hair (if not already shaved); once inside the completely darkened room, we were forbidden to speak or identify ourselves in any way. My husband was so excited to attend and I reluctantly agreed to accompany him.
When we arrived, we were separated and escorted to private bathrooms to prepare ourselves for the play room. No make-up, no perfume, no deodorant, squeaky clean was the order. The shower was stocked with Dove soap and Pantene shampoo. Everyone would wear the same scent into the play room. As I lathered my body I debated with myself whether to shave my neatly trimmed pussy. My attendant didn’t rush me. I was free to take as long as I needed to prepare myself. When did the party begin? When was it supposed to end? I didn’t know. No times were listed on the invitation, it simply read: “Cum when you are ready” and the address; the address said it all; it was a gated mansion in the toniest part of town.
Trimmed, if not shaved, was the order. I am very good at following instructions so I shaved. My attendant handed me a soft, warm robe appeared when he heard water turn off. While I pat dried my hair, the rules were read aloud to me and I was required to verbally consent to each one individually, before signing the contract. My identity was safe provided I abided by the rules. The implied threat of consequences was vague but foreboding. Now I was free to do anything with anyone; consent was implied until it was revoked by snapping your fingers twice.
I tried to relax but my heart raced and my stomach was in knots. I was so nervous that I didn’t notice how aroused I had become; my pussy was soaking; it soaked through my robe and dampened the seat of my vanity chair. I was as ready as I would ever be.
My attendant showed me to a door and extended his hand for my robe. I instantly felt self-conscious and flushed as my embarrassment overcame me; I resisted the urge to cover my breasts with my hands and I handed him my robe. Now I was standing naked before him. Other strangers would know me far more intimately after I passed through the door but giving up my robe seemed so personal to me in that moment. His expression revealed nothing. He neither approved nor disapproved. He wished me well and withdrew a few steps behind me.
I opened the door and surveyed a small square room; it was the size of a walk-in closet, on the far side opposite where I stood was another door. I entered and heard the door lock behind me. I was shivering despite being warm and goose bumps covered my body, my nipples hardened. The lights went out and I was plunged into darkness.
I heard the door ahead of me unlock. My hand shook as I reached out and clutched the door knob; I debated with myself whether I should enter and go play or leave.
My husband was somewhere behind this door, out there in the play room. I resolved to find him and pretend to be a stranger. I was determined to discover his secret fantasy. Even in total darkness, smelling like Dove soap, I was confident I could recognize my husband.
I opened the inner door and heard the sounds of sex. I walked into the room but then I became concerned that I might trip on someone on the floor so I dropped down and began crawling. I was horny. I was naked in a room full of strangers and I couldn't see anything. My pussy was flooded with my own juices.
I continued forward into the room. Someone crossed behind me and accidentally stepped on my toe. I freaked and quickly crawled away. I almost banged my head into the wall. I spun around and sat down pulling my knees up to my chest. I began rocking forward and back, hugging myself. I was alone in the dark surrounded by strangers. Panic began creeping in.
I sensed someone was nearby. Then I felt a finger tracing my toes from my big toe down to my pinky toe. Sparks bolted through my body. The finger began tracing the outside of my foot toward my heel. The hand cupped my heel and began working its way up my calf slowly massaging my lower leg as it ascended towards my knee. I was frozen. The hand crested my knee and began its descent along the back of thigh. It was gentle but deliberate. It was heading toward my sopping pussy. I wanted to reach out and explore the person who was caressing me but I couldn’t move.
The hand found my ass and its index finger began to wander toward my pussy. I pressed my head against the wall behind me. I was about to be penetrated. All I smelled was Dove soap. The finger traced my outer pussy lips. I wanted to it find what it sought. Was this a man or a woman? I didn’t care just finger my pussy. Please.
I waited. The finger teased me, circling my slickened pussy lips, pushing toward my opening but never pushing in. My breathing became shallow. I felt lightheaded. Where was the other hand? Was it stroking its cock or fingering its pussy? I was going insane. I needed relief. My own hands started to work their way down my belly.
Then I felt something press against the side of my face. It dragged across my cheek and then stalled at my nose and continued to drag across my other cheek and back. It was a cock. I expected hands to grab my head but none came. I reached up and groped for the cock and its balls. The finger tracing my pussy found teased my opening, sinking in to the knuckle and withdrawing. I gasped. Then I gushed.
The balls were full and hot. The cock was hard and big.
I cupped the balls and began massaging them as my index finger circled the anus. My other hand began stroking the cock. Its hips pushed insistently toward my mouth. I blew on it. It swelled in my hand. I felt it pulsing. I licked its tip. It jumped. I had to push against the hips that thrust toward my face. The fingers playing with my pussy plunged into to me.
My resistance was broken.
I opened my mouth and guided the cock toward my mouth. As soon as my tongue touched the bottom of the cock head, it began pistoning into my mouth pinning my head to the wall behind me. His balls banged against my chin and his trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose. In and out, he fucked my face vigorously, forcing his cock down my throat.
His cock began to swell. It was so hot; it felt like it would burn my tongue. He was getting close and so was I. The fingers working my pussy knew exactly how to administer increasing pleasure. I was ready to cum. But the cock fucking my mouth needed a little something extra. I squeezed hard on his balls, inhaled his cock into my throat and thrust my finger into his ass. That did it. He convulsed banging my head into the wall. Then he began pumping and pumping. I tried to swallow it all but I began choking on all of the cum flooding my mouth. I needed to breathe. But the cock continued to ram my mouth. Then it was over as quickly as it began. The cock withdrew and I gulped air in the darkness. I was dizzy.
The fingers in my pussy also withdrew. Then I felt hands on my hips twisting my body up and around into the doggy position. So it was a man after all. Once he had me on my knees, I felt a hand pushing my head down from behind. My ass and pussy were high and my head was pinned down to the rubberized floor.
The cock pressed against my dripping pussy opening. He waited. Then he plunged into me in one deep fast stroke. Again my head banged against the wall but I didn’t care. I was ready to orgasm. And this cock was pounding me with the urgency of a teenager. He was big and despite my wetness he stretched me to my limits and he was longer than I am deep. And he kept pounding and pounding me. I screamed as my orgasm exploded, shooting a surge of pleasure to the tips of fingers and toes. I crumpled into the corner and he withdrew into the darkness.
This was going to be a long night.
To be continued?
Jeannie
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