A Night I Will Always Remember

This story is sort of like a fever dream. It has elements of domination, transgender and group sex. The main character deals with a complex sexual experience that pushes them out of their comfort zone. It has some very light non-con elements, but nobody is ever forced to do anything they don't want to do, nor are they seriously drugged or incapable of making a sound decision. The main character is simply apprehensive about certain experiences, and is coming to terms with them in their own way.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated as always.

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My curiosity had gotten the better of me. This was the type of invitation you knew you shouldn't accept, like the numbers scrawled on the inside of a bathroom stall next to the words "call for a good time." But there I was, knocking on the door to Jasmine's palatial home.

Jasmine's house parties were as notorious around the office as they were mysterious and it seemed I was the first man she had ever invited. There was a handful of women who admitted to attending them but they all maintained a wall of secrecy. That, of course, didn't stop the rumors.

The parties were supposedly these lavish and exceptionally depraved orgies, organized by Jasmine herself. It's hard to say who started the rumors, so their credibility was dubious, but I was among the several men at the office that wanted to believe they were true. It was clear to me that something wild was going on at them, because none of the women I asked could ever hide their excitement, even if they refused to answer my questions.

Every one of the women that attended Jasmine's parties shared a particular quality: they were extraordinarily beautiful. I'm not shallow, don't get me wrong, but Jasmine was clearly selective of the women she invited. Perhaps I made the cut for a similar reason, I mean, not to brag, but on an average night at the club, I definitely stood out among the crowd. Whatever the reason, I was more interested in getting to know Jasmine than attending her party.

Jasmine somehow managed to remain more mysterious than her exclusive parties were. She had been working at the office since before I started, but somehow, none of the guys had ever so much as taken her on a date. At this point, rumors said she was impenetrable. She was the golden target at the office, but she gave way to no one's advances. I had personally been rejected many times, and had, like the other men, begun to accept she was some sort of forbidden fruit.

Jasmine had the kind of beauty you had to witness to understand. Her features were a combination of soft femininity and sharp, almost masculine edginess. She was tall for a woman, but not too tall, and her ample breasts always seemed eager to jump out of her tightly fitted garments. Her skin was that creamy exotic golden color you imagined Cleopatra or some Egyptian goddess with, and her hair was a shiny black and golden tangle with so much life it could have its own personality.

Needless to say, as impractical as it was, every guy at the office dreamt of sleeping with her. I was no different, and as far as I could tell, this party was the closest any of us had gotten to that goal. I didn't even bother telling any of the guys I was invited. Given the unlikeliness of such an invitation, I would have had a hard time convincing them it was true.

Sure, the other guys respected me, but you don't understand the office culture if you think for a moment I could have gotten away with that claim. Jasmine's parties were the most sought after thing around here, at least, besides Jasmine herself, and no guys were allowed, at least, until now. Hell, I almost didn't believe my eyes when I saw the handwritten note on my desk earlier this week. Inviting me, no, demanding my presence at the event. It wasn't as much of an invitation as it was a threat because it left no room for decline.

"See you at 10. Don't be late. -- Jas"

Aside from those words, the only other info was an address. Her house was even more intimidating than the stories had suggested; it towered with significance and modern appeal. It was the type of home that movie stars and rock stars talked about building, and architects around the worlds dreamt of being responsible for.

I was greeted at the door by a slim woman in a dark blue dress, her eyes a hazy green and her hair covered by a thin black cowl. She took my invitation, and checked the stamp on its reverse side, ensuring it was authentic before ushering me inside.

The first thing I took in was the smell. The large room I was being lead through had a pleasantly sweet, warming scent that made my head spin as it filled my nostrils. It wasn't too intense, but there was no avoiding it and as I passed through the long-arched hallways admiring the exquisitely decorated walls and floors, I found myself growing fond of the aroma.

The lady who was leading me stopped at a small white door with an ornately crafted handle. Everything about this place screamed decadence but this handle still managed to stand out. She knocked three times on the door, turned to face me, and spoke for the first time since she had greeted me at the door. I was told to wait, and she quickly made her way back down the halls that had brought us here, leaving me alone to await whatever lay behind this fancy door.

It wasn't long before the door swung open and the noise from inside became audible. It was a sound-proofed room, and the moans that escaped in the brief moment it took for me to enter, made it clear why it needed to be. Jasmine was the one who had let me in, and she slammed the door shut tightly behind us before configuring a series of locks. There was definitely no way anyone was getting in or out of here without her permission, given the intimidating complexity of the locking mechanisms, and I felt myself grow nervous, as if I was a caged animal.

I didn't feel nervous for long, because as soon as she was done Jasmine's intense features greeted me, and her beauty sent me spinning into orbit. I found myself lost in her eyes, only breaking my gaze momentarily to take in her modest apparel. She was wearing a skintight dress that was thin and silky. It was wrapped tightly around her, yet she moved with ease and grace. She smiled at me and thanked me for arriving on time. Her lips glistened as she said it, and her hands took mine and lead me deeper into the room.

The room was quite large, but it was dimly lit by small glowing beams of neon and red lights, which made it difficult to see very far ahead. I could hear the muted chatter of at least a dozen women, competing with the constant sound of arousal and orgasmic moaning. There were several beds and chairs, all covered with luxuriously soft looking sheets, and many of them also supporting a few women. They were tangled together sensuously, barely paying mind to us as we passed them, most of them wearing little to no clothing at all.

I found myself growing aroused just seeing so many beautiful women enjoying each other's bodies in such fashion. I fought the urge to stare and allowed Jasmine's soft hands to escort me past it all, to a small, carpeted area, with an imposingly large bed in the middle. The bed was empty, aside from some decorative pillows and Jasmine urged me to take a seat on it. I quickly made myself comfortable on the soft mattress and I watched as Jasmine turned to operate some device on a nearby pillar.

There was an audible click, and what little light there was in the room faded into total darkness. For a brief moment I felt a real sense of terror until three warm stage lights blinded me as they flashed on. They made the bed the center of the universe, like the stage at a concert hall, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Jasmine broke it with a short speech. Her voice was alluringly commanding, and she told her other guests that the main event was about to begin.

I felt a sinking sense of dread hearing her say those words, but it was quickly drowned out by excitement as I noticed a small procession of women making their way out of the darkness and towards the brightly lit stage that the massive bed had become. They were all women that seemed of similar age to me, youthful yet with a look of experience in their eyes. The three that stood out to me most were women from my office. Their names seemed to escape me, but their faces were as familiar as my own as they approached the bed.

As the women passed Jasmine, she disrobed them. They were all wearing simple dresses in dark colors but by the time they reached my bedside they were starkly naked and seemed to feel no shame in it. Their nakedness was almost overwhelming, and with so many beautiful bodies to admire I was at loss for where to look. Every angle and detail of them felt worthy of appreciation, yet to gaze too long at one was to forego the others.

I become aware of myself and my clothes began to feel too warm, too constricting. As if reading my mind, these ladies assisted me, gently removing my shirt and pants, then even my boxers. I was naked in front of so many women, and yet, I was at ease. Maybe there were some drugs in the aroma that filled this room, but I couldn't feel any discomfort or shame. I was only aware of my increasingly intense arousal and the enticing bodies that I imagined were about to quench it.

Jasmine, having a commanding presence as the only visible figure still wearing clothes, watched from the edge of the circle of light, as the women made their way onto the large bed with me. I was being touched by at least a dozen hands, all exploring my body and I closed my eyes for a moment to try to just take in the sensation. This was my first experience of anything akin to group sex, and I was a bit overwhelmed. It felt like there was no focal point, no woman I could single out and attempt to please.

All at once they found my body, and all at once they pampered it with their soft hands and mouths. One of the women I recognized wrapped her mouth around my hard shaft. Her warm lips and soft tongue were a welcome surprise as they worked their way down my length. At the same time, I felt warm tongues tracing my chest and another woman, with dark curly hair made herself known by kissing me. Her lips seemed to glue to mine as she worked her tongue into my mouth passionately.

My arms were in use as well, and the warm wetness of lady parts was soon pleasantly enveloping them. Several of the women were sitting on my hands, using my fingers to please themselves, but also restraining me in the process. Their wet juices flowed freely down my fingers and I did what little I could to keep them curled and move them in the way I had when fingering partners in the past. I wanted them to feel as good I was feeling, but I had little freedom to control myself.

As the kiss broke, I opened my eyes to see a glistening pussy lowering itself towards my face. There was a woman straddling my head and as my mouth became available, she found a way to make quick use of it, forcing her wetness onto me. Instinctively I began sucking and licking her warm, soft folds, using my skilled tongue to keep her pulsing pussy intensely pampered. She was drenching me in her juices as I worked, and my face was becoming a slippery mess.

Amidst this, I was still very aware of the mouth on my cock, the strong lips working my head and slurping up my precum. Another mouth seemed to have made its way to my balls, and a tingly sensation worked down my spine as it took them in and began sucking them in tandem. I was being used by so many women at once, and it was utter ecstasy. I was only vaguely aware I was on center stage at a lavish orgy in front of countless women, and of course Jasmine.

The woman I had been providing lip service to fell forward on her hands and orgasmed on my face, moaning loudly as she did so. I felt the women using my fingers tense around them, gripping me more tightly and they too made it clear they were nearing orgasm. I moved my fingers more intensely and the women riding them let their pussies quiver into orgasm around them as they slumped forward onto their stomachs on the bed.

I felt myself nearing orgasm as well, and the expert tongue that was servicing my head seemed to notice this. I was being milked hard into her mouth as I felt myself reach my own climax and the warm pumping sensation of orgasm filled my cock and my head with pleasure. Still, she maintained sucking me, now a bit more gently, as she slurped down my load eagerly.

I still had a pussy pressing my face into the mattress so I couldn't lift my head to see, but I was certain she was sharing some of my cum with the lady who had been pampering my balls because the slurping sound they made as they kissed was highly audible.

I didn't have long to recover though, because as soon as my dick became vacant, another hole made itself at home. I was being straddled by a new woman and her pussy slid down my aching shaft and started working me back to full hardness. She squeezed me expertly with her pussy, massaging my cock as she rode me, making a loud slapping sound as her thighs connected with mine during each lunge. I was probably still leaking some cum as she forced herself again and again down my length, each time slowly and expertly milking me with her tight slit.

The girls who had used my hands seemed to surge with new life and they danced once more on my fingers, making me pleasure them again. A new girl made her way onto my face, this time she was facing towards the woman who was riding my cock. They kissed as she plopped her ass down on my chin and slid her wet pussy onto my lips and tongue. As I ate her out, she moaned loudly into the mouth of the lady she was kissing, and she tensed herself around my face. Her hips rocking back and forth in unison with the girl who was straddling my dick.

This went on for another few minutes before a waterfall of orgasmic juice added to the mess on my face and the girl riding me dripped warmly in orgasm on my overstimulated rod. Another tongue made quick work of the mess on my cock and lapped up the juices as quickly as they had appeared. My head was spinning in excitement as I found myself nearing yet another intense climax, but this time, I didn't get to cum.

The group of women that was using me fell away as I became aware of a new hand on my shaft. It was Jasmine's. Her soft feminine hands gripped my cock gently yet firmly as she made herself known to me. Her eyes were glowing bright in the intense light and I felt myself sink submissively deeper into the mattress beneath me. With the lights behind her at this angle, her dress became almost transparent, and her always tempting features now felt more inviting as they revealed themselves so boldly to me.

She wore nothing beneath the dress and as I followed her body's curves down past her waist, I became aware of an unexpected bulge near her thighs. Her hands were on my dick and the dress was too thin to have pockets so I couldn't imagine what it could be. I didn't have long to wonder because she urged me forward and I found myself a slave to her commands. She had me sit at the edge of the mattress which made my face the same height as her hips. The bulge in her dress pressed tightly against the thin material inches from my mouth, and I could see it quivering subtly.

My mind struggled to understand the situation, but Jasmine just reached down and put her hands on my head, playing gently with my hair and comforting me. She urged me to lift her dress, which fell as low as her mid-thigh. I rolled up the soft fabric, enjoying the warm softness of her delicate skin, and appreciating the curve of her ass as I lifted the dress higher. As I passed the bulged, it sprang out aggressively at me.

Jasmine was sporting a thick cock herself, and it looked too real to be a strap-on or some kind of toy. Her cock head was leaking an exorbitant amount of precum, probably from watching the entire scene that had just transpired without having had any release herself. She kept combing my hair with her hands and she looked down at me supportively. Her eyes told me what she wanted me to do with a look I had personally given to many of my lovers in the past. She wanted me to suck her cock.

I looked nervously at the thick length of her and considered briefly if I was willing to engage in something this depraved. I had thought about sucking my own cock in the past, on lonely nights, masturbating furiously in my bed and dreaming of a pair of warm lips to please me. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, I was used to seeing my own cock, and as foreign as it looked on such a feminine body, it was still just a cock. It looked like it was aching for attention, leaking precum onto the sheets as it dangled inches from my face.

I didn't have to make a move because Jasmine's impatience with my hesitation became apparent as she used her grip of my head to push my face closer to her tip. My lips touched the sticky mess at the head of her cock and her precum coated them. Instinctively I tried to pull away, but Jasmine was stronger than me in this position, and she was in full control. Her grip was a deadlock and there was nowhere to go but closer to her warm appendage.

I relented and gave her head a teasing lick with my tongue. Her moan of ecstasy invited me to continue as I found myself licking it again and again. The warm wetness of her precum was not that different from the waves of pussy juice that had coated my face moments earlier, and the familiar salty sweetness was akin to the flavors I was accustomed to when eating pussy. It was much more familiar than I expected, and I found myself growing hard again as I worked my tongue tentatively against the head of her cock.

As if to shame me for my hesitation, one of the women found herself at her knees between us and forced her mouth onto my cock. She seemed to mirror my actions with her own tongue, licking my head teasingly as I licked Jasmine's. Soon I was once again pulsing vigorously, wanting the warm relief a hot mouth could give my aching hard on. I knew if I sucked Jasmine, I too would be sucked and so I did. I let Jasmine's hands guide my head as my mouth opened around her cock and like clockwork, the act was reciprocated by the mouth on my cock, taking it in deeply and slowly.

I felt her cock nearing the back of my throat and I became shockingly aware of my lack of a gag reflex. I didn't have many opportunities to take advantage of this genetic trait in my day-to-day life, but Jasmine's cock took full advantage, working its way deeply into my mouth and prodding my throat. My mouth felt full and her warmth was pleasant inside it as she continued to drip precum, now in the back of my throat and on my tongue. The woman with her mouth on my dick embraced me with her warm throat as well.

It felt like heaven and I enjoyed having so much control over how my own dick was pampered. I wasn't sure how she could tell so precisely what I was doing to Jasmine's cock in my mouth, but if I licked Jasmine's tip forcefully or softly rolled my tongue around her head, the same was quickly mirrored on my own. It felt like some kind of sexual magic but whatever it was, it was glorious. I was more aware of my cock being pampered than the cock I was pampering, but based on how good my cock felt, I imagined Jasmine was also enjoying my lips around her.

She smiled down at me the whole time, with her beautiful eyes locked on me as I worked her pulsing cock with my mouth and tongue. Her precum was intense, and there were several points where I felt the need to swallow so my mouth wasn't filling with it. She leaked like a pipe the whole time, far more than I ever did, and it made my mouth a slippery mess.

Some still managed to leak out down my lips and chin, but she reached down and wiped it off caringly with her soft hands. She sucked her fingers clean before returning them to my head where they played gently in my hair as I continued to please her. All the while the suction around my own cock continued and I relished the experience.