Author's comments:
First things first: I offer a silent prayer for our men and women in the armed forces.
{You don't have to participate if you don't want to, but don't begrudge or belittle those who do. As the ACLU intentionally misquotes; the Constitution of the United States of America guarantees every citizen freedom
"of "
religion, not freedom
"from"
religion. Don't believe this? Read the document for yourself, actually read it... and I mean the words that are written in it, not the ones you personally would like to see there.}
Without the selfless sacrifices of our soldiers, sailors, airmen/airwomen (and can't forget the Marines) over the last 228 years, there is a very good chance you might not be reading a word of this, nor would any of the writers here at Literotica—as well as the readership—be able exercise what so many have fought to preserve and died to protect; the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States... the inalienable right to freedom of speech.
Think about that; really think about it, long and hard... before you go bombarding my email for going off on a political rant.
I also want to wish everyone a Happy and prosperous New Year. Love, Luck, and Lust to you all.
Secondly: While I hope everyone enjoys this story, it's written for one very special slut sister here at Literotica, whose name (unless she chooses to reveal it) shall remain strictly confidential. I know, I'm being a bitch again, but to me, privacy is one of those absolute words or phrases; such as consent, loyalty, and taking personal responsibility for one's actions. (Sorry, didn't mean to preach.)
And thirdly: There are several categories this short story could be placed in; Group Sex and BDSM to name two. However, given the overall gist of the story line, I think you'll agree that, all in all, Lesbian Sex was the proper choice. Although, when it's all said and done, Romance would have been a viable option.
And lastly: This story was posted for about a day and a half. Due to technical editorial issues, it had to be pulled, so this is, essentially, a reposting... with a slightly modified title.
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If you saw her sitting behind her desk—her red hair up in a tight French twist; reading glasses perched on a slender nose she, more often than not, had buried in a law book; whatever feminine charms she might possess hidden beneath a severe business suit—you would never suspect that prim, precise, and always punctual Kathleen Oberon could also be the center of everyone's attention in the main orgy room at Krystal's Palace—so named mostly because sole the proprietor's name happened to be Krystal.
Known orgy revelers are not exactly the sort of persons major corporations care to entrust their legal affairs to, but, on her own time, protected by the high-tech security provided members of the ultra-exclusive club she belongs to, that is precisely what Kate is; an insatiably horny, bi-sexual cum-slut, who just can't turn down the offer of a hot load of slimy jizz or yummy cunt-honey—anywhere the accommodating guy or gal wished to give it to her.
And tonight was no different than the many nights that had come before it, or those that would come after this one, and the ones after that one... and so on, and so on. Kate knows herself better than anyone else possibly could; when she is really into something, she tends to become obsessive; but when that something is another person, mere obsession is forced to give way to overt possessiveness—a state of affairs most people are not comfortable with. Our heroine, therefore, is a confirmed bachelorette and will probably remain one for at least the rest of her natural sexual life. And, if sex is no longer going to play a part in a relationship, why on earth would anyone want to go out and get themselves hogtied to the same person day after endless day, night after sexless night? Just to sit in a creaking rocking chair, watching someone else growing old along with you?
No, this has definitely not been one of Kathleen Oberon's lifetime goals; that's why she's a Life Member at Krystal's Palace. Here, she can revel in all the sex she wants—on some nights wallow in more varied forms of deviant sex than she can handle—with no emotional ties whatsoever, no strings of any kind attached. And when she (and she alone) decides it's time to split the scene, she's free to just up and leave; no reason or explanation given... to anyone. The key word for Kate is freedom; the freedom to go where SHE wants to go, when She wants to go; to do what SHE wants to do, how or with whomever SHE wants to do it... and not be answerable to another living soul for any of it.
Sex in any relationship also involves personal, as well as shared, responsibility. Uninvolved sex, simply for the sex itself, is far less claustrophobic. In Kate's opinion, it's the perfect sort of relationship... at least for her.
However, growing impatient with her present semen donor, Kate has clamped her slippery vaginal muscles a little tighter around the cock of the man kneeling behind her to further encourage the guy to get with the program and start laying some serious pipe to her. She's only cum once on this guy's cock and would really like to have another satisfying jolt go off inside her before he shoots his wad and will most likely be finished for a while. But, sadly, she realizes it isn't going to happen as the guy gasps, tenses, and lets go with what is a comparatively small load cum into her already soupy cunt.
Courteous, even in the heat of fucking, she waits until his cock has withered and fallen out of her before reaching back between her legs and filling the cum-filled void with three knowledgeable fingers. No one knows what make you happy better then you know yourself, and Kate learned at an early age what made her the happiest, and what it took to accomplish the desired results. With her fingers curled so that they will rub on her G spot as she fucks them in and out and her thumb vigorously massaging her throbbing clit, it's only a matter of seconds before she gives herself a climax at least five times better than she would have gotten with the guy slumped on the floor behind her.
Her breathing eventually returning closer to normal, she stands up and the copious amounts of sperm she's already received this evening runs down the insides of her sweat-bathed thighs in slimy rivulets. The slippery, sticky wetness is a turnon in itself for Kate. In the last few years, ever since being accepted into Krystal's Palace, she has come to look forward to the exhilarating feel of male, and female, genital fluid lathering her naked flesh almost as much as she craves the uninhibited sex she revels in on at least a bi-weekly basis.
Stretching, she checks in on the various sexual acts going on around her. A lesbian couple is off by themselves in one dark corner. Three gay men are going at one another hot and heavy in another corner. Half a dozen heterosexual couplings are being actively engaged in; two oral combos, three pretty much straight fucking, and the third consists of an Asian woman kneeling on the floor, gritting her teeth as a well-hung Slavic type is plowing her asshole like he's drilling for deep sea oil
Two menage-a-tois are taking place side by side in the middle of the large room. Two borderline elderly women—one white, the other black—are seriously working over a much younger black man in one ménage. The other ménage is made up of the Caucasian gent who had most recently added his cum to her overflowing cunt, now sucking on a huge pair of Hispanic tits, while the owner of those massive mammary glands is having her asshole deeply fucked by a substantial black cock.
