I have never done anything like this before... I am going to a play party with the intention to fuck as many men as possible! My friends, who organized the party, have called it a "Ladies' Choice" party...but really, it's just a gang-bang. I'm excited and scared at the same time.
At the beginning, we're all milling around in the hotel lounge before play starts. There are some amazing people here...couples and singles. I see 2 or 3 that are definitely on my "to-do" list.
At play time, I'm heading upstairs with James and Lorri. She's just gonna watch us for a bit and that is a huge turn on for me.
James has already undressed while I'm talking to Lorri. He's hard...and that makes me even wetter. He starts kissing me and reaches down to take my dress off, taking his time with the hemline.
Dress is finally off and he pushes me down on the bed. He looks at me with such hunger, I shudder. I am expecting him to climb on top of me, but he kneels on the floor and spreads my thighs.
He goes straight for my clit and I cry out. His tongue alternates between fucking me and teasing my clit. Within moments, I'm writhing and begging for him to tip me over the edge...I'm so close. In response, he sucks my clit into his mouth and inserts 2 fingers in my pussy. He knows JUST where they go, too! I'm screaming and squirting almost immediately. Continue reading
I’m nervous. Tiff called and told me to be ready for dinner and “a surprise”. A car will pick me up at 6:00 tonight.
No big deal, right?
Well, then she texted me a VERY specific list of what I’m to wear…
• Sheer black stockings
• Black lace garter belt (good thing I had one!)
• Black heels
• “The dress and accessories that will be delivered this afternoon” (I’m thinking WTF???!?)
• You will NOT wear a bra.
• DO NOT PLEASURE YOURSELF AT ALL TODAY (gasp!)
So, I don’t think she’s planning a playdate for us, but I could be wrong. Why such specific instructions on how to dress if not?
I go about my day, but I’m distracted. I can hardly focus on work. While on a call with my boss, the doorbell rings. I answer the door and my jaw drops. There is a delivery man at my door. He’s holding an expensive-looking garment bag with a small gift bag hanging around the hanger.
Once I gather my wits, I excuse myself from the call for a moment and accept the package. There’s a card that says “Do not open until 5pm. Period.”
Now, I really can’t focus. Thankfully, it’s almost 5, so not much longer to wait.
I finish my work, shut down my link to work, and head for the bedroom.
What can I say? I’m always in charge…CEO of my corporation, President of the Neighborhood Watch...you get the drift. What do I do at night? Or when I’m not working?
I’m a dominatrix. Yes, you read that right. A dominatrix. My husband, Todd, goes gaga for it. AND he encourages me to have clients!
Today, however, I’m beat and not in the mood to dominate. I’ve just left the most grueling meeting in my career. I had to fire over half of my executives. Needless to say, Security will be busy for the next week. And my HR staff will be busy helping me fill those vacancies.
At lunch, Todd called, telling me that he had something special in mind for us tonight. When he says “something special”, he usually means I’m putting on the “uniform” and he’s being a submissive.
Let me tell you, though. I’m NOT in the mood. How do I break it to him? I’ve been trying to call him since I left the office…he’s not answering his cell or the home phone. I guess I’ll just have to lay down the law…or claim a headache (which isn’t a lie!).
I’m pulling onto our street. I can see the lights on in the front room as I pull into the driveway.
Please note: While the lover portrayed in this story is both subjectively and objectively gorgeous, that is not a prerequisite to be my lover. But he IS attractive, and my eyesight is quite accute, thanks to Lasix, so the visual plays a larger part in this bit of 'erotica' than in other love affairs past, present and future...
We met first for dinner, just in case we didn't 'click', and to give things a chance to start warming up. I was expecting him to be attractive, having seen his pictures, but pictures can't really portray charisma, and this he has in spades... Engaging smile, mischievous eyes... It was going to be a GREAT night. After dinner we went back to his place. He gave me the tour, ending with the master bathroom, conveniently attached to the master bedroom.
I took off my shoes, he eased up behind me, sliding his body against mine, running his hands up my chest to cup my breasts. Checking to see if they were real, perhaps, or simply drawn by the siren song that all breasts sing. Or with the intent of providing pleasure? Maybe all of those things. I moaned... Next he cupped my chin, easing my head back to his shoulder so we could kiss for the first time. Awkward, warm, wanting... I turned in his arms to get a better angle on his mouth. Ran my tongue across his lips, inside his lips... hmmm... slight coppery taste. Not of blood, but as if someone had bitten him earlier, or he'd somehow cut his lip. I explored with my tongue, trying to be gentle, but curious to understand the taste and texture I had found. And then I forgot that, as he cupped my ass and lifted me up, turning me until my back was to the bed (no mean feat – he doesn't significantly outweigh me). Hmmm... Rowr! Continue reading