September 2006, Chicago
In the alley just outside the entrance to the club, my friend Jonathan made me lift my skirt for him. He grasped the sides of the underwear and whisked them down my legs. They disappeared into a pocket. "You look better this way," he commented. He planted a kiss on my mons. His lips tugged the soft hair on my pubis. Once inside, we threaded our way up the stairs and into a private room. The music from the speakers on the ceiling was some kind of chant. The rhythm was oddly sexual. On the couch against the wall, a woman sat spread-legged. A man was on the floor before her. His face searched her cunt. They were beautiful together. The perspiration on his bald head reflected the dim light. His back was sinewy, all muscle and strength. Their skin tones contrasted. The woman squeezed her breasts. There were voyeurs as well: men clustered around, watching, hoping to participate, perhaps dreaming that the women in the room were for them.
Jonathan extracted a green garbage bag from his pocket. He held it open and instructed me to strip. I removed my skirt and my shirt and bra and tossed them into the bag. I kicked off my shoes and threw them in as well. Then I knelt before Jonathan with my head bent floorward, naked save for earrings. From the inner pocket of his suit coat, Jonathan extracted a black leather collar with a silver clasp. He affixed it to my neck and fastened a slender chain that he wrapped around me and let fall over my shoulder. The steel links were cold against my skin, but my cheeks heated in a red blush. I remained kneeling while Jonathan undressed. I hoped he would let me suck him. I wanted the heft of his cock in my lips and the taste of his semen on my tongue.
By the time Jonathan recovered the leash, the woman and the man had exchanged positions. He sat; she knelt. Though the woman fellated the man, both pairs of eyes directed their scrutiny on us. Jonathan walked over to the couch. I had no choice but to crawl behind him. The man said hello and opened his legs. The woman shifted to one side. I joined her in worship and supplication.
At the time, I was twenty-one and still discovering the dimensions of my submissiveness. Jonathan was in his mid-forties and one of several men who guided me through this process. A commanding presence, he cautioned the others in the room: "Look at the slut all you like, but give us space and *do* *not* *touch*." The men formed a wide ring around us to watch.
The woman and I flicked our tongues along the edge of the cock, licked its sides, and circled the glans. Her perfume smelled of roses. I ran my fingers through her short hair and pulled her close for a kiss. We beat our tongues at each other, lips pressed tightly on either side of the head of the penis that we both held. Her breasts huddled close to mine. They were slick with sweat. While she sucked, I licked the man's balls, and then we traded. I had to work to stretch my jaw around the shaft. With effort, I managed to take him into my throat.
Jonathan positioned my ass in the air and entered me from behind. The penis slipped out as my head bobbed over the cock, but my lover forced it back into my pussy and speared me by pulling on the chain and compelling my head and body backward. I compressed my muscles around the sudden fullness within my cunt. The other woman took her partner's cock from me and straddled his lap. They moaned into each other's mouths as she lowered her body onto the erection. As she fucked him, I gripped the stranger's thighs. I stroked his balls. The woman's screams, the groans of the two men, my own moans all echoed against the walls. From high above, the melodic liturgy offered us benediction.
After the sex and after-sex, during which the woman and I each cleaned the other's partner's cock of semen and pussy, the four of us squeezed together on the sofa. We talked and polished off a bottle of champagne. Our new friends were named Jennifer and Paul. They were both in their late twenties. We flirted and played some more at the club. I had Paul in my ass and Jonathan in my mouth while Jennifer licked my clit from below. I pressed my pussy into Jennifer's face while she had Jonathan in her ass and Paul in her cunt. We swapped partners when we left. In a hotel room that night, Paul lowered the chain that was around my neck into my cunt and fucked me with the steel trailing out. Deepthroat turned into a deep rimming. We continued until he had no more come left to give.
By: leahlayslondon
on 20-09-2010
Category: Group
Yes Votes: 87 | No Votes: 21
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In the alley just outside the entrance to the club, my friend Jonathan made me lift my skirt for him. He grasped the sides of the underwear and whisked them down my legs. They disappeared into a pocket. "You look better this way," he commented. He planted a kiss on my mons. His lips tugged the soft hair on my pubis. Once inside, we threaded our way up the stairs and into a private room. The music from the speakers on the ceiling was some kind of chant. The rhythm was oddly sexual. On the couch against the wall, a woman sat spread-legged. A man was on the floor before her. His face searched her cunt. They were beautiful together. The perspiration on his bald head reflected the dim light. His back was sinewy, all muscle and strength. Their skin tones contrasted. The woman squeezed her breasts. There were voyeurs as well: men clustered around, watching, hoping to participate, perhaps dreaming that the women in the room were for them.
Jonathan extracted a green garbage bag from his pocket. He held it open and instructed me to strip. I removed my skirt and my shirt and bra and tossed them into the bag. I kicked off my shoes and threw them in as well. Then I knelt before Jonathan with my head bent floorward, naked save for earrings. From the inner pocket of his suit coat, Jonathan extracted a black leather collar with a silver clasp. He affixed it to my neck and fastened a slender chain that he wrapped around me and let fall over my shoulder. The steel links were cold against my skin, but my cheeks heated in a red blush. I remained kneeling while Jonathan undressed. I hoped he would let me suck him. I wanted the heft of his cock in my lips and the taste of his semen on my tongue.
By the time Jonathan recovered the leash, the woman and the man had exchanged positions. He sat; she knelt. Though the woman fellated the man, both pairs of eyes directed their scrutiny on us. Jonathan walked over to the couch. I had no choice but to crawl behind him. The man said hello and opened his legs. The woman shifted to one side. I joined her in worship and supplication.
At the time, I was twenty-one and still discovering the dimensions of my submissiveness. Jonathan was in his mid-forties and one of several men who guided me through this process. A commanding presence, he cautioned the others in the room: "Look at the slut all you like, but give us space and *do* *not* *touch*." The men formed a wide ring around us to watch.
The woman and I flicked our tongues along the edge of the cock, licked its sides, and circled the glans. Her perfume smelled of roses. I ran my fingers through her short hair and pulled her close for a kiss. We beat our tongues at each other, lips pressed tightly on either side of the head of the penis that we both held. Her breasts huddled close to mine. They were slick with sweat. While she sucked, I licked the man's balls, and then we traded. I had to work to stretch my jaw around the shaft. With effort, I managed to take him into my throat.
Jonathan positioned my ass in the air and entered me from behind. The penis slipped out as my head bobbed over the cock, but my lover forced it back into my pussy and speared me by pulling on the chain and compelling my head and body backward. I compressed my muscles around the sudden fullness within my cunt. The other woman took her partner's cock from me and straddled his lap. They moaned into each other's mouths as she lowered her body onto the erection. As she fucked him, I gripped the stranger's thighs. I stroked his balls. The woman's screams, the groans of the two men, my own moans all echoed against the walls. From high above, the melodic liturgy offered us benediction.
After the sex and after-sex, during which the woman and I each cleaned the other's partner's cock of semen and pussy, the four of us squeezed together on the sofa. We talked and polished off a bottle of champagne. Our new friends were named Jennifer and Paul. They were both in their late twenties. We flirted and played some more at the club. I had Paul in my ass and Jonathan in my mouth while Jennifer licked my clit from below. I pressed my pussy into Jennifer's face while she had Jonathan in her ass and Paul in her cunt. We swapped partners when we left. In a hotel room that night, Paul lowered the chain that was around my neck into my cunt and fucked me with the steel trailing out. Deepthroat turned into a deep rimming. We continued until he had no more come left to give.
By: leahlayslondon
on 20-09-2010
Category: Group
Yes Votes: 87 | No Votes: 21