Halloween Erotic Ball [MF, Swinger, Enhancements,Haunted House, torture]
We pre-game at your place, getting dressed up; you in a sexy black and red harlequin bustier and ruffled mini skirt. I am in form fitting striped jester pants, a matching vest and Venetian style mask. We edge, rub and lick each other just up to climax, both taking a dose of E, then catching a cab to the event.
Getting a couple drinks at the bar, mingling about, sharing flirtatious glances, taking in all the attendees in their fabulous erotic costumes; feeling the effects roll in, we need to retreat to adapt to all the upwelling of sensation. Finding a vacant, cozy, corner, filled with furry pink pillows, warm scintillating lights in purples and pinks; creating the perfect environment to chill for a moment.
Caressing ourselves and each other, breathing into the swirls of pleasure, warm pink lights, fuzzy pink pillows, my body tingling all over. I kiss my way down your body, from your full red lips, to your perfumed neck, tugging your bustier down revealing your dark gumdrop nipples. My mouth engulfing them one at a time, my hands sliding down your thigh, lifting your ruffled skirts, revealing your red crotchless panties, your freshly waxed lips saturated with your wetness.
My mouth descends upon your swollen clitoris, lapping up your flowing ambrosia, tangy with ovulation flavor, I lose myself in devouring your silky vagina. All my sensation and focus on your body’s reaction to my touches, my fingers smoothly caressing inside you, feeling the swelling of your g-spot, and the reward of your body’s response in my finding it.
You began gyrating your hips into my tongue, rocking into my fingers on the downstroke. Feeling your tension building I kept a steady slow rhythm on your heavenly vagina, anticipating your climax, trying not to get too excited and increasing my tempo.
I slowed my touch to match my heartbeat, with a slight double tap matching my beat. Putting all of my sensation and focus into that beating action, your breathing increasing in rate, your gyrations becoming less in control and more in climax. You moan out so loud and gasp for breath, it breaks my attention from your pussy, looking up to see if you are alright. You quickly smash my face back in place, furiously fucking into my mouth, my tongue and fingers feeling the powerful convulsions of your orgasm, your moans turning to heavy breathing as your endorphins surge through your body.
Cheers and applause break us out of our intimate bubble, I roll over to find we are surrounded by single men and a few couples and women enjoying our show.
We are well into our roll, the lights and colors scintillating around everyone, sharing a wide eyed glance of ‘What the Fuck, where did all these people come from?’
I move up next to you, taking in all the lusty onlookers, whispering in your ear,
“I love your orgasms on my face.”
You hug into me, returning your embrace, we fall back into our intimate bubble, interrupted by a woman saying,
“Looks like they are going for round two, I’d love a try at round one.”
You, not quite ready to focus on anything at all, motioning, offering me to give her a try at round one.
She is a brick house of an ebony goddess, wearing a skin tight gold mesh dress, her beaded nipple piercings and visible matching clit piercing in hot pink; she see’s your intentions, and politely asks our consent,
“You can call me Yvonne, may I touch both of you, is there anything off limits? I’m all for Plesha all of my curves are built for it; no pain, no force, OK?”
I gratefully respond,
“Thank you Yvonne, this is Lina, I’m Max, we are happily open your touch, and share your desires, Stop is our safe word. Please join us in the pillows, direct me any way you need, just let me have a feast on that hot pink bead!”
Not realizing I had rhymed, until I heard you giggling at my words. Yvonne settles down next to you, her hand goes right to your exposed nipples, I watch how she touches you, rolling your nipple around, tugging at it, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple in her fingertips. I rub my turgid member through my jester tights, feeling the wetness of my precum bubbling through. I climb over you and kneel before Yvonne’s gorgeous waxed pussy, the hot pink of her clit bead, matching the hot pink, revealed as her wavy labia parted, with a wet kiss sound.
I controlled my urge to rush right in; softly kissing her inner knee, caressing my way up her thighs, tracing my tongue along her dark flesh. Sweet like shea butter, her womanly aroma filling my nose, tingling my pituitary, making all my sensations tingle down my spine. I kiss all around her vagina, inhaling her fragrance, teasing her with delicate licks, slowly sucking her labia into my mouth, running my tongue along them. My fingers caressing the outer lobes of the clitoris. All my motion building up contact with that beautiful clit piercing. Not quite penetrating with my fingers, lightly fluttering my tongue into her pussy, unleashing a delicious flow of creamy nectar.
Yvonne thrusting her clit towards my mouth, me getting her message; I only tease her a little longer, starting at the bottom of her vagina, my fingers on each side, pressing down, opening her up, making her pierced clitoris bulge up like a little penis.
With the lightest touch, I dab my tongue against her swollen flesh and pink bead. All of Yvonne’s tension releases, a low moan, her hands on the back of my head, driving me into her clit with my mouth. Capturing her bead with my lips, swirling my tongue around it, sucking on her little clit-penis, my fingers slipping inside her wetness, caressing up her velvety vagina.
Taking a breath, as a wave of my roll hit me. Looking up, I see you sucking her great big titty, her bead in your teeth; getting a fresh breath and returning to making love to her pussy with my mouth.
I gently explore her inner walls, finding tender flesh eager for touch, Yvonne, grips my head telling me,
“You can go a lot harder than that Maxi!”
With those instructions, I fully captured her beaded clitoris in my mouth, sucking hard, pushing my tongue into her massaging with it’s tip, my finger instinctually bending right into her g-spot, centering my sexual energy all to my fingertip, pressing firmly into her, gripping her pussy as I sucked her clit.
Yvonne began singing out,
“OHHH YEAAAAAH OOOOOH YEAAAAA!”
Intensely breathing as her body reacted with goosebumps, her climax must have been heard by everyone there. I was lost enjoying the mouth feel of her clitoris between my lips, not ready to give up contact with her orgasm button; I softened my motions, allowing her to catch her breath, right after she let out a relaxing sigh, I turned on my sexual focus, triggering her button, and tugging her pink bead with my lips. Yvonne’s hips bucked as she climaxed again, my attention unrelenting, carrying her through multiple orgasms, finally Yvonne mustering breath enough to tell me,
“Max, please Stop, I can’t take any more.”
I delicately retreat from contacting her gorgeous vagina, caressing her hip, as I move up next to her. You reaching over and grip my stiff bulge, pushing Yvonne’s hand into my hardon with your motion. Yvonne firmly joins your grip of my shaft through my pants, saying to you,
“A tongue like that, and he is packing like this, Guuuurl!”
Yvonne pulled my cock out, bending over, sucking me into her warm mouth. My whole body focus shifted to another world, relaxing into the fuzzy pillows, letting her talented tongue work my hard cock. She sucked my balls into her mouth, stroking my shaft, milking out pearls of precum.
I breathed into her pumping motion, letting my body accept all of her loving, wishing I could reach climax, yet knowing I am going to have to come down before that can happen.
Gently pulling Yvonne up to kiss deeply between you and me. Intertwined in a lovely semi naked embrace. Still surrounded by onlookers, mostly single men at this time, I let my head fall back closing my eyes, massaging my cock as you and Yvonne continue to kiss.
Opening my eyes as I feel you rolling a condom on me, guiding my cock into Yvonne, as she straddles me reverse cowgirl. Her pussy feels so plush, juicy and tight, she grinds her hips back n forth, twerking on my cock, you down between our legs holding my balls, keeping my cock in her. I capture a glance of you with a long cock in your mouth.
I know you felt my cock stiffen as I watched you making eye contact with me as your tongue licked his shaft; Yvonne noticed too, fucking down hard with wet slapping sounds, thrusting out her orgasm with deep grunts and groans.
Slowly rolling off of me, plucking the condom off my still tumescent penis. As she moved to the side, revealing that you actually had two cocks entertaining your mouth.
Yvonne sat back next to me intrigued by my fascination with your double barrel sucking, telling me,
“Go on, show me how you can help her.”
You hear her, and hold one of the cocks out for me, helping me up and next to you.
The guy doesn't seem to be bothered at all as I take him into my mouth, the feeling of his thick flesh and musky scent tingled me down my spine, I gripped his waxed balls, tugging on them as I stroked his shaft into my mouth, my tongue fucking his tip, quickly met with a forceful blast of cum, flooding my mouth and splashing out all over my face.
Sucking down on his tip trying to capture every orgasmic pulse of his thick seed. He tasted wonderfully minty, a little tanginess, but minty after taste. I licked his shaft clean before he retreated into the crowd.
Caressing your cheek as you suck on a long cock, I see Yvonne get up, blow us kisses and disappear behind a wall of men, many with their cocks out in hope to be next.
I move to assist you with the long one you kept for yourself, but he abruptly retreats, not interested in male contact.
I take this as a sign to change scenery; standing up, with mutual assistance, we stabilize on our feet, moving as if we were a flash of light through the crowd, finding the exit to the patio space.
Emerging to a fresh crisp world, taking deep breaths in the clean air, instantly transforming our experience to one of freedom and brightness; your breasts still fully on display, my pants still tucked under my balls, my hardon feeling the exhilarating cill of night air.
After a few moments of reveling in the fresh freedom, we adjust our clothes, putting everything back in place, and with a mutual nod, no words needed to be spoken, we head straight to the coat check, collect our belongings and start walking home to your place.
Part 2 the Haunted Victorian
Arm in arm, walking through the Mission, I pull out two more doses, you take your’s from me swiftly, saying,
“You read my mind.”
Swallowing your dose, pulling your tequila flask from your purse and washing it down, sharing the flask with me. I felt we got around 10 blocks before it hit strong, just as Karl the fog descended, transforming the whole environment with a spooky, hazy, chill.
Our senses heightened, noticing every moving shadow, we hold each other close as we go past a row of old Victorians, one ahead of us appeared to be having a Halloween party. Like moths to a flame, we were drawn to this beacon of light and sound, amongst the foggy gloom.
Standing in front of the Queen Anne Style Victorian, looking up the steps, seeing silhouettes of party goers in the windows, colorful lights, a smoke machine billowing a fog down the steps.
The song Thriller started as we take our first step up, at the front porch, the door swings open, just as I reach for the handle. We share a glance to validate what we just saw, and with a crazy possessed smirk, I jump inside, pulling you with me by your hand.
Within the ornate Foyer we get the immediate feeling that the house is completely empty, no partygoers, no colorful lights. The door loudly slams shut behind us, the deadbolt audibly locking. The music sounds as if it is driving away, then the room catches up to that sensation, stretching like a time warp away from the front door, carrying us deep into the house. Transporting us rapidly into total darkness.
Out of blackness, I hear you orgasmicly moaning, but I think I hear you sobbing as well. Becoming slightly conscious enough to start thinking about my own condition, my mind spinning on E, has me unable to ascertain my current predicament. I feel more spinning, this is physical, I feel the room spinning around me the feeling of the air in motion, but I am still.
I cannot move my appendages, I twist and tug to get free, finally accepting I am well restrained, also accepting I am the one spinning, not the room. Feeling the disorientation and dizziness welling up in my head, I am still able to recognize being bound at ankles and wrists, naked, on a spinning cross. Doing all I can to breath into the rolling dizziness as I try to see my surroundings, searching for you.
I am able to spot glimpses of you suspended in a sex sling, vigorously swaying back n forth with a ghoulish being at each end, penetrating you with their monster phalus. Laughing wicked laughs as they captured your essence with each of your orgasms.
Like whiplash, my spinning halts, making my momentum tug painfully at my restraints. I feel a tentacle like thing sliding along my inner thigh, wet and clinging to my flesh with what felt like tiny kitten teeth. I see the foreign appendage, pink and fleshy with bone like hooks running linearly down the appendage, it raises up, high above me, and in a flash down onto my hard penis, a five lobed mouth engulfing me in a suction grip, little sharp barbs inserting int my flesh, capturing my penis in place, keeping me from pulling back. The pain like an Iron Maiden around my penis with fiery needles.
An undulating pumping sensation surrounds my cock, feeling like I am in a milking machine, the sharp prickly tension of the barbs and the deeply stimulating pumping have me on a knives edge between pleasure and pain, all of the feelings amplifying with each pump.
My mind panicking to find a way accept the building unbearable sensations, like a shock to the system, literally, my ass was swiftly invaded. Like lightning straight to my prostate, forcing cum flow into the milking tentacle.
What ever was in my ass was delivering an electric shock, also with it’s bittersweet edge, the pain of the electricity was equal to the intensity of orgasmic pleasure. The convulsions of my penis in climax, causing the barbs to hook in deeper. The spinning resumes, I hear you screaming in the same pleasure pain I am feeling, the shock becomes too much, and I black out.
We wake up on the front porch of the old Victorian, the noise of the 5AM street sweeping jarring us out of our slumber. I look you over for any damage, we have our clothes and coats on, I quickly pull open my pants to see the bloodshed my penis must have gone through. To my relief, there were no injuries, no blood, just sticky precum drippings. You were equally relieved to be injury free.
We staggered to a coffee shop, noticing that you have developed a shock of grey hair, that looks rather sexy, I ask,
“Did you see your hair?”
Looking in the window reflection you have a moment, then begin telling me about being stuck in that swing,
“I experienced the deepest penetration of my life, it felt like they were touching each other inside me, down my throat, and up my vagina, their girth ripping me wide; swinging me between them like a game. I felt my soul leaving my body with each orgasmic cry, I wanted to hold back so bad, their size and girth gave my body no choice other than to writhe in soulful orgasm. I felt them flooding me with their demon seed, it tasted like smoky fire, and felt just as fiery inside me.
I could barely breath, finally going unconscious when there was third penetration, now into my asshole. The stretching was more than I could take, my whole being felt like I exploded in a ball of climactic flame. Then I woke up next to you.“
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