The Hurricane Party
I had been invited to a party, not just any party this was to be a “Hurricane Party”. Now that sounds a lot more dramatic than it actually is but for me it turned out to be heaven.
Since my divorce I had sought as many new sexual experiences as possible. At its end, my marriage was a sexless affair and when you have a libido and drive like mine that makes for some very frustrating times. I was particularly drawn to bondage and sadomasochism, for what reason I am not sure, I just knew there was something in me that found the whole idea appealing. The very idea of having multiple people use and abuse me leaves me wet and aching.
Up until this party, my experience was limited to two person sex, not that two person sex is a bad thing, and though the previous parties I had attended offered the opportunity of participating with multiple partners, both male and female, I had chosen one on one interludes. I have had bisexual tendencies all my life so the party seemed like the perfect chance to indulge all my fantasies at once and the thought of perhaps sharing some intimate moments with another woman was very appealing.
John, a good friend and confidante, who was throwing the party, assured me he had spoken to all the guys who were attending. They were more than happy to accommodate little old me and my desire to have several men playing with me at once. Did I mention I have a cum fetish also?
The thought of several men using me as their toy, then when they are done with me, jacking off and squirting their cum all over me, puts me straight in sub heaven. It is a fantasy that has brought me to orgasm many a time when I have been masturbating. So as you can imagine, I was looking forward to the party very much.
Hurricane Jack was forming in the
All the forecasts indicated it was not a bad hurricane as far as hurricanes went, certainly nothing like Katrina, so we were all pretty comfortable with the idea of an extended weekend sex party at John’s storm proof mansion. We would be safe and warm inside while the storm raged outside. I had a perverse sense of safety at the thought of nature doing its destructive best whilst we were being creative and exploring our carnal desires.
As I made my way to the mansion the weather was starting to turn ugly. Black clouds were gathering and more scudded in from the ocean. The wind was gusting, and rain had begun to fall. The usual Friday late afternoon traffic was sparse and my trip was shortened considerably because of it. I was the first to arrive, something I’m not accustomed to doing, I prefer to arrive fashionably late and make an entrance. I put down my early arrival to being excited by the party’s concept and not wanting to miss a moment of it. That was the beauty of being single again, the only person I had to worry about was me.
I parked the car in the huge undercover garage, grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door. John was waiting for me as I got to the door; he greeted me with a warm smile, an even warmer hug, took my bag and showed me to my room. I unpacked and then met him downstairs in the games room for a drink. I do so love early evening martinis and John knows how to make a good one, in fact I think I would confer expert status on him. I lounged at the bar as he told me what he had been up to and soaked up the ambiance of the games room, giggling girlishly as he related a ribald tale of an experience he had when he was younger.
The mansion is an impressive affair, twenty bedrooms, a games room, library, pool, hot tub, sauna, formal dining room and many other features I could list but won’t bore you with. John is a self made millionaire and loves hosting these little get togethers for his friends and the mansion is the perfect place to slum it during a hurricane.
As the martinis kicked in I felt the need to strip and hop into the hot tub for a soak. It is situated in an atrium inside the games room and surrounded by lush tropical plants, a virtual indoor paradise.
John is a very attractive man, forty something, blue eyes, about Five eleven with a lean hard frame. He has a visible six pack and whilst not hairy he has a nice thatch on his chest that tapers away to his pubic area. His cock is thick, surprisingly so and it has stretched me wide on more than one occasion. I insisted that he join me and I watched him watch me as I undressed, making a special show of it for him.
“Do you like these John?” I purred, cupping my breasts.
“Do you like the way I, ahhhh pinch my nipples and pull them?” I purred again, doing exactly that.
My breasts aren’t large but are firm, a good handful if you asked a man, a C-cup if you asked a woman and to date I haven’t received any complaints about them. He simply nodded and smiled and I watched his cock start to twitch. I slid my panties down over the soft curve of my hips, letting them fall to the floor and gave my pussy a stroke and then a slap as I looked into his eyes.
“Now that’s what I like, you nasty girl.” He encouraged, his voice warm and rumbling.
I’m no burlesque dancer but can turn it on when the need arises and Johns eyes went straight to my bald pussy. Judging from the reaction of John’s cock, I had succeeded in my mini mission to turn him on. We sat in the tub talking about the party, sipping our martinis and stroking one another until the next guests began to arrive. John excused himself and went to greet them; I headed to my room for a shower.
After my shower I took my time drying myself, looking in the mirror and appreciating the way my skin glowed under the light in the bathroom. I take care of my body and I like the way it looks. I’m five feet eight, brown eyes and quite well toned; my curves are well proportioned 34C-24 34, I have a narrow waste although my hips could be a little slimmer. Never satisfied are we.
I brushed out my shoulder length brown hair and carefully applied my make up, not wanting to apply large amounts but just enough to enhance my natural good features; a little eye liner, some foundation and a tiny bit of blush. I love the latest vivid colors the cosmetic companies are producing in lipstick and I colored my lips a nice bright red. I hoped they would melt the heart of any man lucky enough to have them wrapped around his hard throbbing cock. I then slipped into a slinky black satin dress that was quite low cut, clinging to my breasts and outlining my nipples, and hugging my hips suggestively as I moved. Finally applying some perfume, a nice scent that I have been complimented on many times by men and women.
Underneath, I wore black silk stockings held up by a black lace garter belt, no knickers or bra, and a pair of “come fuck me” stilettos. I stood back and admired my reflection. Understated glamour was my goal and as I looked in the mirror I was well pleased by the reflection.
I made my way downstairs to the games room where the evening’s activities were going to take place slowly making my way down the stairs, sliding my hand sensuously along the balustrade as I went, attracting some furtive looks from the men and some jealous, but not unkind, looks from the women.
John had put on an X rated DVD and the big plasma screen was displaying an image of a buxom submissive in tight bondage receiving a caning from her Dominant, who was sporting a large, very hard erection. A long string of precum dangled from the eye of his cock and was about to hit the floor. It was a very distracting sight and I felt the first flutters in my belly, indicating I was becoming aroused.
As I made my way to the bar, I greeted people as I moved and part of me wished that it was me on the screen. Nearly all the guests had arrived and were busily catching up with each other. Many of the women were casting glances at the screen and the look in their eyes told me they were just as envious as I. I needn’t have worried though because as the night progressed I would be kept busy and have more than my fair share of hard cock and wet pussy.
I reached the bar and took up a bottle of water, not wanting to be intoxicated to the point where it would detract from the experience. The martinis had relaxed me nicely and I was horny, a fact that I hoped would not be too obvious. After all, a bit of mystery added to the dance and we, the guests, had all collectively attended several of these parties so we knew what to expect. John never failed to surprise us with something new each time. That was the sort of guy he was, spontaneous and generous to a fault.
The final guests arrived and once they had settled in and had a drink or two, John called us all together and gave his usual address.
“Welcome my friends. As usual, I expect you to eat your fill, slake your thirst, and indulge your lusts. Please consider those around you as you enjoy yourselves and I look forward to talking to you all throughout the course of the weekend. For your entertainment, I have scheduled a pre party show commencing in half an hour, please enjoy!” he smiled and moved to finish a game of pool he had started.
A spontaneous round of applause went up and glasses were raised. I had been chatting to a couple I knew from university, Robert and Julie, prior to the address and we continued chatting, debating what sort of show John had in store for us. Robert stood about six feet tall and Julie was about five feet ten. Robert was well muscled and good looking. His chiseled features were striking and not unlike Fabio from the cover of romance novels. Julie was also a stunning beauty. Her hair was as black as a raven and she wore it short. She obviously worked hard at retaining her figure and the dress she wore showed off her full breasts to best advantage and it was tight enough to reveal her abdominal muscles underneath. She was as close to an Amazon as I could imagine and while we chatted I wondered what it would be like to make love with her.
As we chatted, Jordan, another friend snuck up behind me and reached between my legs, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh and literally grabbing a handful of my pussy.
Surprised, I think I squeaked, causing heads to turn and laughter went up around the room when people saw the cause of my consternation. I laughed of course and felt a little embarrassed at being the centre of attention. Jordy was a great guy and a good friend and I had recently had the pleasure to be treated to a great anal fucking at his hands. My knees went weak at the thought of it and I hoped no one saw me grasp the bar to support myself.
I flashed my best pearly white smile at him as he gave details to Robert and Julie. Occasionally I blushed; somewhat embarrassed as he described my reactions during the all night session, how I had panted like a dog on heat and screamed the neighborhood down when I came. The police had come and Jordy had to do some fast talking to explain what had happened. The police from Metro Dade had left with wry grins on their faces and no doubt thinking what a lucky stiff Jordy was.
As we were talking John came up to our little group and took me aside. He had a worried look on his face and was very apologetic for disturbing me. I wasn’t perturbed but was curious as he explained that the pre party act had arrived but the girl from the foursome had taken sick and as a result the show would have to be cancelled. The look of disappointment on his face moved me and I asked if there was anything I could do.
“John is there any way I can help?” I said. “I can see you are disappointed.”
“Well, there is a way but it will involve your trust.” He replied in low tones.
His face brightened and he asked if I would mind filling in for the girl. I pointed out that I had no idea what the show was about but he assured me all I would have to do was be myself and follow my instincts. Against my better judgment I agreed and it was then that it dawned on me that he had set this up. That was the type of guy he was. He knew about my fantasies and had actually engaged these guys to make them come true. I was touched that he had been thoughtful enough to do that and made a mental note to thank him in whatever way he wanted.
He took me to the location in the room where the show was to take place. A small stage was set up and I was to stand there on stage and simply go with the flow. The lights were dimmed and the music started. My heart was pounding and my breathing quickened with the nervous tension I felt. The flutters in my stomach increased and I felt myself begin to lubricate. The music was hypnotic and had a trance like beat and it throbbed through the speakers.
A hush fell over the crowd as they assembled to watch. The stage lights came on and danced across the stage with the kaleidoscopic effect. A door next to the stage opened and three of the most delicious looking men came through. They were well muscled, dressed in simple loin cloths and had primitive looking masks on. They could dance too, oh, how they could dance! They gyrated and twirled, performing some gymnastic type moves that displayed their obvious strength, moves that had the audience gasping and then they climbed up onto the stage.
One of them danced up to me, grasped my dress by the hem and slid it up my body, his hands caressing me as he removed my dress, while the other two danced sensuously around me. The loin cloths did little to hide their large cocks and my imagination was in overload as I watched. One of them danced up behind me and whispered to me.
“Go rigid.” he hissed, his voice hushed, so only I could hear.
I went rigid as he instructed, and the three of them swept me up and lifted me up high above their heads. It was breathtaking to be manhandled that way and I felt like a feather in their grip, a sacrifice, naked and exposed to all that watched.
They laid me on the stage, stripped their loincloths off and stood over me. It was wonderful looking up at that man flesh and seeing those cocks swinging and swaying above me. One by one they squatted down and took up positions around me, stroking my body, pinching and caressing my breasts and nipples. I could feel myself responding, my pussy was aching and wet, my stomach continued to flutter, all telltale signs I was turned on.
I wanted something inside me and a cock in my mouth. No sooner had I thought it than a thick cock head entered my mouth. I could taste his salty essence and smell the fresh sweat his exertions had produced, it was a heady smell and it served to fuel my lust. I took as much as I could get into my mouth and looked up to see his mouth grinning broadly underneath the mask. The fact that they were masked added a ritualistic feel to my experience, further fueling the furnace inside me.
Unseen fingers began to gently penetrate my pussy and ass. Hands grasped and squeezed my tits and I felt the cock in my mouth grow harder as I instinctively sucked it, drawing more salty fluid from its tip. My legs were eased apart and those fingers continued to excite and stroke my dripping pussy. As the scene progressed I caught flashes of the audience, my good friends, beginning to enter in to the spirit of the evening. One of the women had a cock in each hand masturbating it for its owner as they looked on in lust; another woman was having her pussy licked as she sucked on a cock.
These visions, whilst glimpses, spurred me on and caused my lust to rise to new heights. I was picked up again and made to take up a position on all fours. I felt my ass being lubricated with some kind of gel and fully expected a large cock to penetrate my ass and fill me. To my surprise a metallic object was eased into my ass and as my sphincter muscle relaxed, I sensed rather than felt wires being plugged in to things.
Biting clamps took up residence on my pussy lips causing a sharp intake of my breath and another wire was attached by clamp to my clitoral hood threatening to push me over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy. I couldn’t actually watch this taking place due to the large cock that was continuing to pound my mouth and, occasionally, the back of my throat, causing me to gag. The sub in me was ecstatic, this was all I had imagined and more. Two more wires were attached to clamps on my nipples, not the aureole mind, but to the sensitive nipple, a sensation that traveled directly to my groin and boosted my mounting arousal.
I was fully wired, ready for my electro torture and one of the guys began to manipulate the dials on the tens units. The circuit was set up to cause a pulse that started in my ass, moved to my nipples and finally my clit and pussy lips. The buzz in my ass started and I gasped around the cock in my mouth. I think my pussy leaked some juice as my inner muscles contracted and I know my hips ground against the delightful buzz that was occurring deep in my ass.
I was vaguely aware of the increasing amount of pre cum in my mouth, viscous and salty as the thrusting cock gathered speed, then the pulse hit my nipples and all that seemed to exist was them, the tingling sensation continued down into my breasts. I was beginning to writhe under that buzz when the first jet of sperm shot into my mouth and he withdrew to make sure he hosed my face and tits down as he came. I thrilled to the sensation as his come jetted over me; the molten liquid cooled quickly on my skin and dripped from my chin to further cover my tits. Then the pulse hit my clit and pussy lips and my hips must have resembled a dog as it fucked another. I was coming and being hosed by a cock shooting jets of sperm over my face and tits as I did.
My mind raced as it screamed at me that I was experiencing one of my heart’s desires, a long held fantasy that had now become reality. I felt deliciously dirty, on display, a wanton slut. As the pulse moved from my clit and pussy lips I had to reach down and finger myself to somehow try to extend this mind numbing pleasure. The sight of all that had transpired had so turned on stud B that he proceeded to plunge his cock into me, doggy style.
I gasped as he did, his cock filling me as only a cock can, spreading my lips as I backed towards him with my ass, gripping his cock with my inner muscles, milking it for all I was worth. I was equally delighted when my first benefactor was replaced. My come slick mouth was filled for a second time with a burgeoning cock while my pussy was being pounded; the extra pain that caused through the clamps was awesome. I noted the slightly different taste of the new cock, he was slightly sweeter and I marvelled that the human taste buds were so sensitive. As the pulse would hit my pussy it also stimulated his cock and it wasn’t long before he was breathing hard and ready to come.
The two boys managed to time their orgasms so that when they were ready they flipped me over onto my back and sprayed me with their sperm. Stud B’s first jet snaked its way up my body, initially impacting just above where the wire was attached to my clit hood and continued over my belly. I reached down and smeared it across my stomach, my hips still moving as if he was still fucking me. Stud C emptied himself over my face and tits. The sperm caused the conductivity on my nipples to be quite intense and they buzzed maddeningly when the pulse hit them again. My pussy went into paroxysms of joy and orgasm number two caused me to convulse there on my back, small nuclear explosions were taking place in my head and I felt as if I would lose consciousness.
After I had calmed somewhat, the units were turned off and the wires removed. My nipples and pussy lips let me know they were still there as the blood rushed back into them and filled the places where the clamps had been. When the clit hood clamp was removed it almost sent me tumbling back over the edge of the orgasmic abyss and I couldn’t help but rub the fresh sperm over my tits, massaging it in like body lotion.
I had always heard it was good for the skin and rich in vitamin e. The three boys grinned amused by my display of wantonness. With furtive looks they packed up their gear and kissed me good bye then excused themselves.
John had a huge grin on his face as he approached the stage and threw me a towel.
“My God John, thank you so much for that! I…” was all I got out before he silenced me with his raised hand and a smile and said.
“You can show me your gratitude later, my love, but for now it is I who should be thanking you. That was quite some show. I think everyone enjoyed it immensely.” His pleasure was evident by his tone and his eyes twinkled with lust.
I blushed and looked around. I don’t think there was a person there who was not engaged in some sort of sexual activity. We both laughed, I excused myself and I made my way to shower again. I had to make my way through couples sucking and fucking each other in a myriad of different ways, some were new to me, others as old as time.
One particular scene caught my eye. There was Jordy being fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap on whilst another sucked on his cock and yet another whipped his chest with a riding crop. The look of animal lust on their faces was fascinating and Jordy’s cock looked so hard it would burst from the blood pressure. His shaft was purple and the veins knotted and gnarled. It was all I could do to remain an onlooker. The scene in front of me was as confronting as it was erotic.
I stood as if hypnotized, staring at what I perceived to be a defining moment in my ongoing sexual education. The only thing that was taboo was what lay in your own mind and the moral lines you drew in the sand of your conscience.
I tore myself away to shower hurrying to re enter the fray. And all the while the storm raged out side. I wondered if Mother Nature was aware of the storm taking place inside this wonderful house.
I came back down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of Jordy now sitting astride the woman with the strap on with his back to her face. He was slowly moving up and down on the rubber phallus, his cock still erect and angry looking. The girl that had been cropping his chest was now cropping the girl’s pussy that had been sucking Jordy’s cock. As the crop struck her most sensitive parts her back would arch. She pinched her own nipples and crushed her tits together. My hand went unbidden to my pussy and I began to masturbate as I watched. Everywhere I looked an erotic sight caught my attention. Moans of ecstasy reached my ears along with grunts of pleasure.
I continued to the bar to get another bottle of water, masturbating as I walked, taking in all the visions around me. Robert, who had Julie’s tits bound tight, was whipping them with a light flogger as he fucked her. She was resting on her elbows, her legs spread wide to allow him to penetrate her deeply. Her chin was tucked in giving her a perfect view of the flogger as it impacted her breasts. The look in her eyes was one that only a woman in the throws of experiencing extreme pleasure and pain can give. She looked up with her brown eyes, not moving her chin and said.
“Oh, God, yes, please Robert; whip my tits hard… please!” Her voice was pleading and full of need.
I think the combination of her plea and the sight of me masturbating as I watched them must have tipped him over the edge. He whipped her tits once more and withdrew his cock to stuff it into Julie’s welcoming mouth. As he did a string of cum hit her bound tits. She reached down and frantically rubbed her clit bringing on her own orgasm another string of cum landing on her face before Roberts cock disappeared into her mouth. Julie’s pussy contracted, and as she came her juices squirted, coating the rubber sheet they had laid down to protect the carpet.
My fingers worked busily on my clit. The intensity of what I had witnessed Robert and Julie doing aroused me so much I felt my third orgasm building. I hadn’t realized how much of a voyeur I was until tonight. I unashamedly lifted my legs up onto the stool and spread my legs apart as wide as I could get them. I began to pant as I fingered myself, inserting two and then three fingers into my gaping pussy. I was well aware I was open and on display. The feeling driving me on to bring myself to the impending orgasm that continued to build in my body.
I decided to try and get my whole hand into myself and succeeded. The sensation was amazing and I could feel my muscles clench and spasm as I neared orgasm. Several men casually masturbated as they watched me and I gestured for one to come over. I looked into his eyes and said.
“Please tell me how dirty I look.” He smiled knowingly, put his fingers under my chin and said.
“No, you tell me how dirty you are, bad girl.” The way he said “dirty” filled my mind with images of slutty teenagers I had seen on the internet and the look in his eye was demanding, yet patient.
I was so close, and between gasps I managed to stammer, “Oh God I’m a slut. I’m sitting here with m m my haaannnddd ahhhhhh fuck, I’m cooommming.” My voice betraying my bodies surrender to the ministrations of my hand and fingers.
My pussy contracted around my hand as I pushed it further inside and I came, oh did I come! My body shuddered as I convulsed on my hand. I opened my eyes and realized I had called Jason over, a young intern that worked for one of John’s companies. He smiled at me as I convulsed and shook, holding me steady so I didn’t fall, and I managed a weak smile back, still coming back from my orgasmic sensations. I asked if there was anything he wanted me to do for him and he smiled, simply told me “no” and wandered off to rejoin the mass of bodies that still moved in carnal delight.
I leaned back on the bar still weak from the intensity of my orgasm and thought I had better pace myself, it was only Friday night and I already felt exhausted. Yes indeed, the weekend was young and my dirty mind was already at work planning.
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