This short story depicts an evening’s ‘encounters of the erotic kind.’
You are going to a party. Your friend invited you. You have to dress smart; in a suit and with a tie. And wear a mask. The taxi picks you and your friend up. The driver takes you to your destination without any words being exchanged. You both exit the taxi. You stand at the apex of an arched gravel drive, with steps leading into a stately home. Lights are on in the front porch and a doorman greets you, opening the door. As soon as you enter, your friend disappears. You walk into a grand room, there are cages in three of the corners, two contain beautiful women, painted as wild big cats; a tigress and a cheetah. The third contains a black male, with a single horn on his forehead. He is a muscly stocky man, on all fours. A rhino, flaring his nostrils.
In the centre of the room, beams suspend from the ceiling. The beams have metal rings in them, tethered to which are two slave women in leather harnesses. They are being flogged, with jewelled plugs in their bottoms. The women scream as they are flogged, but they sound like screams of euphoria.
Off to one side, a Domme has a male sub at her feet, he is worshipping her toes, and kissing each one as he strokes her arched instep. A female sub is licking the Domme’s pussy as the Domme fingers the sub’s tight hole. The Domme lets the female pleasure her for a time before she pushes her away and straddles the male sub. She grasps his balls and holds them firmly, as she impales herself on his stiff thick shaft. She beckons to another male, who lies under her with his head under her crotch. His tongue extends to lick her engorged labia and suckle her clitoris as she grinds her way to a rapturous climax atop the male slave. The Domme wails with her orgasm, and the shackled slaves simultaneously scream in ecstasy as they receive flogs to their wet pussies.
In another area of the room, a large inflatable mattress lies on the floor, occupied by couples writhing on each other, covered in gelatinous seaweed gel. Breasts glide over buttocks, and hard cocks slide between thighs and into wet pussies. Moans of pleasure ripple among the writhing bodies, all beautiful and lithe.
I am lying on the mattress, between two men. One man is pumping his hips as he moves his length in and out of my pussy from behind. The other man in front is massaging my breasts. I rub my clitoris, and cum, then the men swap places. I take the fresh cock in my cum-soaked pussy, sucking it in hungrily. We undulate together, a dance of lovers embracing and fighting for control, all the while losing our minds and composure in our intoxicating lust. The sweat beads on our brows as we groan our pleasure. We cum together, tortuous yet sublime, as we look into each other’s eyes and passionately kiss.
Girls just want to have fun
Once our tryst is over, an attractive woman approaches me. She whispers something in my ear. I giggle and wrap my arms around her before kissing her, then sliding myself up and down her front. We kiss and rub our pussies against the other’s thigh, before I flip around and put my head in her lap. She sighs as I gently trace my tongue around her labia, making a slow circle around her pussy lips. I flick my tongue up her slit and across her engorged clitoris. She groans in pleasure, arching her back and I clamp my lips around the little bud and suckle it more firmly, alternating with broad lapping strokes along her lips. My middle finger from my right-hand pushes into her pussy hole, and I curve it upward in her slick tunnel.
Her pussy walls grip my finger and I enter another to join it. Together my fingers and tongue beckon her to lose herself in her pleasure, teasing the roughly textured bump on her inner front wall. As her breathing shallows and accelerates, I quicken my pace, massaging that sweet spot inside her. She starts to tense and bear down, almost becoming rigid before her back arched again and she spasms in waves of climactic release before me. My work is done, I leave the slippery mattress and walk over to the caged Rhino. He locks eyes with me and grunts. His nostrils flare as he smells the sex emanating from me. “My dear pet, would you like to play?” A nod from him seals his fate and I unlock the cage door…
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