This story is not for commercial purposes. It is for your adult reading pleasure. The story contains some non-consensual BDSM, a bit of FF/m and a bit MM/m. The story is from my imagination, and the characters are fictitious. I have however, traveled to Oregon, and have met someone from there who is into group sex parties. But alas, I tore my ACL and didn't get to attend a party with them. This story from my imagination is what it might have been like for me – a novice at BDSM.
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I was not accustom to group sex, and I was also very naïve in the ways of bondage or S&M so this particular weekend caught me by surprise.
I was in Oregon on business, and since the airfare was so expensive, I decided to stay over a Saturday to keep from paying over $900.00 thus turning a 3 day business trip into an extra few day's vacation. I was afraid that staying over the Friday and Saturday would be boring – but it became very erotic. I have a few online friends that I keep in touch with over the last several years, and there was one couple that I had gotten to know via Email and Instant Messages. We had dinner once before when I was in Oregon, so it didn't seem out of place to call Debbie up and let her know I was in town, and see if they were game for night out. Debbie informed me that they were going to a Valentine party and I was welcome to go with them. More specifically, she said that Ben, (her husband) had to work late and that he would be joining her after midnight, but I was welcome to ride with her.
Naturally I took her up on the offer, and an hour later I pulled into their driveway and rang the doorbell. Debbie answered the door in the most provocative red leather outfit I could ever imagine her in. It encircled her waist and went from her panty covered crotch to just under her magnificent breasts. Her 4 inch high heels made her look a lot taller than the last time I saw her. Her legs were wrapped by a tight pair of fishnet hose, and garter belt held them up. I tried not to stare at this wanton creature before me … but it was no use … she was wise to my eyes.
"Hi Stan, come on in. Don't I just look so much taller in these heels?" Debbie cheerfully asked.
"Fabulous!!" I truthfully acknowledged.
I leaned down and gave her a hug – and as I pulled back, I couldn't help but stare at her full breasts – all pushed from the bottom and the sides to form one hell of a cleavage.
"Hmmm, we might have to do something about the way you're dressed" She admitted. I sheepishly laughed and said "I didn't pack anything quite like your outfit."
"Well, maybe I can let you borrow a few things from Ben." She patted my cheek and said "It looks like you're going to a frat prep party. Would you like to see what he has that will fit you?" When I left the hotel in khaki's and button down dress shirt, I didn't expect to have to change. "What kind of party is this – that you can get away with wearing that?" I tried to politely ask.
"It's an Erotic Valentine party. Most guys will be wearing leather, vinyl, or chaps – you know open fun stuff. Girls will be in thongs, lace and lingerie, or leather like me." She said as she did a full turn to let me admire her outfit.
"What is Ben wearing?"
"He's going as a biker."
I thought about her husband Ben. He is not as short as Debbie's 5' 1" – but very short for a guy at maybe 5' 5" and a bit on the stocky side. So I wondered just what would fit me from his closet. My guess was right – NOTHING. We tried a leather coat, boots, pants, not a thing was going to fit my 6' 3" body. I was about to give up when she told me to strip down, and put on this leather pouch that would cover my crotch. I could tell it had gotten a little wear – because the pouch was soft and large.
Debbie tried to help me adjust the straps that went around my naked ass. She cupped my cock and balls, and teased me "I thought this would be too small on you too --- but it looks like Ben isn't called 'Big Ben' for nothing."
"Well, I can't just wear this --- what else have you got for me?" I asked. "Where the hell will I put my wallet or my keys?"
"Your wallet can stay in the car. It is a private club. Just give them my number and they'll bill us for drinks, as for your keys --- well, I could tell you to shove them up your butt – then again, people might wonder about the key ring dangling out." She laughed at her own joke.
"These – aught to do the trick" She held up a pair or leather bands with a D ring in the center of them. She placed the bands on my wrists and fitted the open slot over the D ring and twisted it so it held the band in place.
"They look like cuffs."
"Well, as you can plainly see – just a turn of the knob - here and you're free again." She showed me. "Besides, you can just clip your car key to this metal ring and you'll never have to worry about it."
"Now, we need something for the upper part of your body." Then she rummaged through a box in the closet, and came out with a leather collar. "Hold still while I fasten this." Then I heard a 'click' and she pulled a small key from the collar.
"If you are good boy – I will let you free" She teased.
Being a captive of this tiny vixen is not an unpleasant way to go. I looked at myself in the mirror. The sight before me was starting to excite me. But when I turned slightly – I saw that my ass was completely exposed and asked her if there was anything that I could do about that. She pulled out a 2 brown leather strips 12 inches wide by 9 inches long. "Here is something that Tarzan would wear" She giggled as she held it to my waist. It did the trick, I no longer felt as naked as I did momentarily before. The final article was a pair of sandals for my feet.
She had me drive, while she gave directions and told me what to expect at the party. I vaguely remember her telling me sometime long ago how that she and Ben like to have group sex. The party we were on the way to was located in a place called the warehouse. It used to me a real warehouse, but the new owners turned it into a private club. She said that there will be 15 or 20 sex rooms, most of them will be in use. There is a main area where everyone congregates, and if I go to the balcony, I can look down into some of the rooms and watch others participating in the fun.
I was a bit apprehensive as I entered the club, but Debbie took my arm and told me "Don't worry Honey. I'll protect you from all the women that will want to jump your body!!" Then she playfully squeezed my butt and led me past the bouncers.
She was right – there were women and men in every form of clothing – leather being the primary favorite of most of the participants. Some people looked awful. If I looked that bad, I wouldn't show my body off at a place like this – but I guess I was just putting some of them down – to make myself feel better. We got a drink, and sat down at a table. Minutes later, a woman came up to Debbie – they hugged, exchanged pleasantries – then she introduced me.
"This is my out of town slave – Stan. Stan please say hello to Mistress Robin!" I shot Debbie a look that could kill – but never the less played along. "Hello Ma'am" I stood up and bowed graciously. OK maybe I could get into playing the roll of a slave to her or Debbie.
Robin ran one hand through my chest hairs, and while her other hand stroked the back of my neck. It sent goose bumps up my spine. "He's CUTE – Where's Ben?" Robin asked Debbie.
"He had to work. He'll be off after midnight and should be able to join us after that." Debbie answered.
Robin announced that the red room number 7 was open – and she has it reserved for 2 hours. She was looking for just the right people to join her – and low and behold she spied diminutive Debbie.
Debbie looked at me – and said "We're game – let's go!"
I followed them to a room that was tastefully decorated - yet something from a cupid fantasy. Plush carpet, over sized heart shaped bed, and low red lighting to make the effects of the room seem that much more dramatic.
I noted that the edge of the bed in several spots had metal loops where someone could be restrained. Guess what --- with these women I WAS THAT SOMEONE.
It didn't take much convincing for me to lie down on the bed, and stretch my arms out so they could loop some rope to my cuffs. All they had to do was stroke my chest, kiss my lips, and fondle my dick and I was putty in their hands.
When my arms were restricted from touching them back – they went to work on me. I was blindfolded, and told "This will keep you from getting too excited over watching us. After all, we both want to use you – SLAVE!"
So I was resting there – feeling them all around me. Touching me, and playing with each other. They were kissing, and moaning, and their play was turning me on. Soon I felt someone's hands on my crotch, and the leather pouch was removed. The Tarzan flap was just flipped up to my stomach. My dick was in their grasp – and then in one of their mouths. For the next 5 or 10 minutes, it went back and forth between them kissing and fondling each other and intermittently caressing my hard shaft. Finally Debbie said "You have to guess which of us is sitting on your face." She stroked my hard on and continued "and which is sitting on your cock. Plus you have to say which you like the best."
I could smell and then taste a very damp pussy above my lips, while the other one aimed my dick at the entrance of her pussy. I was in heaven – or so I believed. How can one guy like me think of another form of bliss than to be with two very attractive women while they use your body for their pleasure and affording you the time of your life in the process?
The first pussy on my face was fantastic but the second was even better. The second girl was a bit more into the scene. She was bucking up and down on my face, and my nose was getting trapped in her folds every so often. I had to time my breathing so that I could survive. She was really into it. When she came -- it was like honey, she tasted that good.
