> I was also sexually repressed because our family is deeply Catholic. I was taught not just that sex outside marriage was a sin, but also that unnatural perverse sex between spouses is a sin. Damir's gospel is for me like if I converted from one religion into another. Damir once told me that for females one orgasm per day keeps the doctor away. This is his gospel's main message so to speak.
Kiwi1177
> I wonder how would my mother's face look if she could read our little chat. She would probably say that I threw away all my elite education, my parents paid for.
Antifa1177
> The same is true for my parents. I wonder what would my priest say.
Kiwi1177
> Probably that you are possessed by the Devil himself.
Antifa1177
> You know what would be the ultimate kink for a rebellious Polish Cunt? I would dress as a nun. I would sew the number 666 on one of Damir's T-shirts and let him fuck me in all conceivable positions. I would kneel in front of him and let him feed me with his load. I would pray for him to eat my cunt, hidden beneath a holy black fabric. While I would be near the orgasm I would scream
"Fuck me Damir!"
. In the moment of orgasm itself, I would scream
"Holy shit, I'm coming!"
.
Kiwi1177
> Wow, what a kinky fantasy. I would like to form something for myself. Will you really ask Damir to help you turn this fantasy into reality?
Antifa1177
> Hell, yes!
Kiwi1177
> Good for you, sister Blond. Study the gospel by Damir and pass on the knowledge.
Antifa1177
> Tell me, do you like your job?
Kiwi1177
> Of course not. It pays my bills, but many aspects of corporate culture are also deeply repressive. People around me are sometimes like robots, and surely sexually repressed. If you lose all of your energy on climbing the ladder, you have no energy for sex. I'm satisfied with my position of a deputy and don't have any plan how to displace the present head of our department. The dress code is also rigid. Those three hours per week that I devoted to swimming were my escape to the realm of free people. Now I cling to those hours I can spend with you guys. You are my only happiness at the moment.
Antifa1177>
I have an idea. Why don't you dress in your work uniform and let Damir be in his casual clothing? Make a scenario about a tall dark sportsman fucking blond CEO lady into a moaning little puppy. He will spank your corporate ass and take you from behind. Worse even, make him wear El Comandante beret and Che Guevara T-shirt. A Socialist leader fucking blond CEO in her butt would be the ultimate kink for a woman like you.
Kiwi1177
> It seems that you are now less repressed than me. I still have trouble writing something like that. It's like you are writing my secret fantasies, which I'm too ashamed to ask for.
Antifa1177
> I have an idea. Why not ask Damir to fulfill our fantasies next week, separately of course? Let's make a weekend of cosplay. This weekend is a prolonged national nude day, so next weekend it can be a prolonged cosplay meeting.
Kiwi1177
> Lina, I love talking to you, but now the corporation needs me. Sorry. We shall meet at the swimming pool. Talk to Damir about our fantasies, if he has time today. Please.
Antifa1177
> I will talk to him. Over and out.
Lina placed the tablet on the table and turned towards me.
- I want to ask you something. Can I?
- Yes, I can stop for a while. In fact, let's just go for a coffee break.
-
Jill and I were sexting. We realised that we both have a cosplay fantasy involving you. Those fantasies are about sticking it to the oppressor. We both want you to help us make this fantasy come true. This weekend we have an orgy with a completely different theme, so we want to know if, during the next weekend, it is possible to play out our fantasy. Can we have another orgy next weekend, with roleplaying?
- Of course, we can. I think we can have orgies every weekend. Can I know a bit more about your rebellion? Do you want me to play the role of your oppressor?
- Oh my God, no. Of course not. You will be our oppressor's sworn enemy. Our oppressor is a meta entity and, moreover, it exists in real life.
- What is it then?
- In my case, it is the Catholic Church's high clergy. In Jill's case, it is a corporative hierarchic culture. I want you to play the role of Devil's emissary preaching the gospel of good extramarital sex. Jill wants you to play the role of Che Guevara or some other character who is an enemy of CEOs. Maybe Ε½iΕΎek or Varufakis or Picketty or Corbyn. Or perhaps Karl Marx.
- I'm not really into playing the roles of public intellectuals who are still alive. I can play Che or Karl.
- And the main theme of fantasy is...?
- We cheat on our oppressor, which is controlling our sexuality, by allowing its enemy to fuck us in every conceivable way until we come several times, uttering or shouting your name during the play.
-
Do you want me to wear some devil's costume? No, it will look silly. I want to wear a red and white Polish female folk dress, while you will wear a black T-shirt. I will embroider the orange number 666 on it. I will also wear white cotton underwear. I will look like a good girl going to the Sunday mass.
- Good one, this number 666. I don't like childish Halloween costumes. Remember me tomorrow to give you my black T-shirt. Jill wants me to wear the Che Guevara beret and T-shirt, or the Karl Marx T-shirt?
- Yes. She will be wearing the corporate dress code from her real job.
- Okay, we have a deal.
- What about Zahra?
-
She left Iran at the age of 7. Her current oppression does not come from any type of clergy or some well-defined meta-structure. Her daily fear is to be a victim of neonazi islamophobes. Her wish is to have good sex with a man who is treated as an enemy of islamophobes, despite the fact that I'm not a Muslim. Man with no tattoo, normal hair, and political left of left-wing. We play this game almost daily, except for the hijab. She has one as a part of her traditional dress, but she only wears this outfit for major Persian holidays, such as Nowruz. She could wear it next weekend if we decide to organize this "Stick it to the powers that be" thematic weekend.
Lina was satisfied with my answer and proposed we go for a coffee break. We didn't meet any acquaintances. We chatted about her recent correspondence with Jill. After we drank our coffee I paid and we left.
- Do you have time to go with me for a walk?
- Sorry, Lina. I must finish something before Monday. I will go and work, while you can stroll. We will meet at three o'clock at my office.
By three o'clock I finished all that needed to be done, so I took my swimming bag and went outside. Lina was walking across the campus toward me. When she joined me, we went towards the restaurant. Zahra was already there and was sitting behind the table for three, so we joined her.
- Hello, Zahra. Is everything okay? Any problems with work?
- No, none. On the other hand, I have good news for this evening. I believe I stopped bleeding and my period is over.
- Pity that you didn't bring a swimming bag.
- No problem. I will be chatting with Lina, while you and Jill will be swimming.
- As you wish.
The owner's nephew came to our table and we ordered stir fry noodles.
- I already feel good in your company. I know I will fill even better when we really start the orgy. Nothing can stop us now. True?
- Yes. Jill and I will go for a quick swim, then we all go to the Chinese dumpling place.
- I had the sexting session with Jill. She is fun to talk to.
- I agree. It seems that we are all quite compatible as a foursome. I hope that our lovemaking will make you feel the best experience of your entire adult life. I already know that sex with Damir surpasses anything I saw, felt, learned, or tried before. It's nice to have good friends, so I hope the foursome will be a step further.
We chatted about the next big pro-peace event, and a possible new cosplay orgy, until our noddles arrived. We ate rather quickly and went towards the tube station. The train was full of people, i.e. not exactly a place where one would discuss the forthcoming orgy. When we arrived we saw that Jill is already waiting with a large bag.
- Hello, all. Is everything okay?
- Sure. By the way, Damir and Zahra back up our proposal for the next week.
- Zahra, where is your swimming bag?
- I left it at home because yesterday evening there was still a little blood on the tampon. Now it's over. Never mind, I will chat with Lina, so you and Damir can take your time.
On several occasions, during stops between the drills, I saw Zahra and Lina laughing in the distance. This time Jill and I concentrated more on correcting her breaststroke since her freestyle was already rather good. After we finished, we joined Zahra and Lina. We walked to the restaurant like any other group of friends. After we ordered dumplings, we chatted about traveling abroad, about things we saw there, about local food we tasted,
The journey to the Atelier was uneventful. When we arrived to its entrance, I took the key out of my pocket, unlocked the door, and pronounced:
"The nude orgy starts now!"
.
I entered the studio and turned on the lights. Girls followed me while I led them towards the corner with scene lights. There was no need to talk or to give instructions. I started to undress, folding clothes as neatly as I could. Girls immediately followed my example. I looked at the girls, and I saw that they were all relaxed. In a few minutes, we were all naked and four neat piles of clothes were in the corner of divanhana (living room for talking).