1. Exploring The Windy City


    Date: 4/16/2017, Categories: True Story, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Written by women, Author: coriinn, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    desperately to fully enjoy the situation I was in, but my curiosity of what was happening in the other room wasn’t allowing me to focus. “I’m having a great time, but would you mind if I went and explored the next room?” I asked politely. They kindly ushered me off, and I began down the hallway, following the screams and moans to the room where I knew the remainder of the guests were. There were probably 6 or 7, maybe 8 additional people in the room by the time I made it over there, playing, fucking. Noises of pain and pleasure filled the entire room: the crack of a paddle, a moan, the Hitachis’ vibration. They had a red light bulb in the bedroom with two queen-sized mattresses on the floor, and a projector pointed on the wall playing porn. It was used as a dance studio, so there were mirrors that lined an entire wall from floor to ceiling. There were bodies everywhere. “May I join?” I politely asked. I was welcomed warmly, and a hand was extended to me to join the collection of bodies. I eagerly accepted and was brought down to my knees. The blindfold that was left around my head from the last scene was pulled back down over my eyes. The hand that guided me there found my neck, tracing my throat, down my chest, and back up to my neck where it was firmly held in place. He kissed me, hard, and I released a breath of pleasure. His hands explored my body, teasing in every way that he could. I was then collared to a woman, while he was fingering me. I was immediately lost in ...
    the pleasure of it all, losing my inhibitions. The collar came off of her and he removed my blindfold, ordering me to enjoy the views. After taking in the scene, my mouth found the closest body to taste. With my ass in the air, he began finding different ways of abusing it: first his hand, a crop next, and then a paddle. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted to feel unbearable pain. I wanted to be abused, to be bruised in the morning. I had my mouth on someone’s perfectly pierced nipple, tracing the bar with my tongue, nibbling and sucking while my hand grabbed her leg. She was being tortured with the Hitachi by a woman in front of her, and finger fucked by a man from behind, pulling her hair. She was sweating, pleading to cum. I could feel her legs becoming more and more moist. A couple minutes went by, and the screams of her orgasm were added to the already jumbled sounds of enjoyment that the 10 different bodies were creating. The beatings on my ass became harder and increased in frequency now; with every crack of the paddle I became more and more wet, but still craving a higher degree of pain than I was receiving. I was on my hands and knees, and a woman began grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples, guiding my mouth with a fistful of my hair to her mouth. The conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure became overwhelming, and I shouted for the man issuing the torture behind me to fuck me. His cock entered me. With every pinch of my nipple from the woman in front of me and ...
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