Babes in toyland: throes of a sex party 2/2

"Hello, darling."

He looked very well dressed. Horsey was casual in his style, but elegant with jeans and a gilet. For some reason, she was attracted to his lack of attractiveness. Or was it just the entire situation? "Are you excited?" He inquired.

They arrived at the home. They were in a manor house that was full of flashy number plates and expensive cars. John provided matching masks to match their costumes. He quickly reminded her about the rules and, sensing her nervousness, said that she looked stunning.

They had their hair done at the hotel where they were staying. It was a classic bob to simulate power.

The car door was opened by a muscular, but well-built man. "Welcome, we can take it from there, you can escort her inside."

As her nipples became harder, goosebumps began to appear on her skin. The air was filled with a strong aroma of passion as soon as they opened their doors. She faked confidence and felt out of place until a hostess approached her and asked for her coat.

A classy satin teal corset supporting her trembling back was revealed underneath. To hide her amateur status, she wore a matching G-string.

He was visibly excited by the anticipation of what was to follow as they entered together. His cock was pressing against his pants. She claimed to have seen a little drool leave his mouth. He said, "Let's get this done!"

Each room was themed. The first room had seating and two barmen. They served a couple who were interested in an older woman. Her clit throbbed with excitement at the prospect of experiencing what those fucking girls had; she would only be an observer.

She was more worried about being a disappointment to women than she was about the fact that she was in a new world of debauchery.

John jumped up right next to her. He stroked her hair behind her ears, and then he said, "Business darling!" Go and have fun.

He was already walking over to his partner and was being spanked by a lady in all leathers and 6-inch heels.

She was caught biting her fingernails, and she gave herself a scolding. She refused to give up and went on investigating. In some rooms, there was smooth jazz and in others, there was a kind of lo-fi hip-hop. Some had more difficult tastes.

All the sex stories that she would encounter

She decided to go upstairs. She opened the door slowly, as it was slightly open. The room had a slight crimson hue. The bed was filled with a couple who were fucking each other, one man entering the woman while the two women sucking her tits. The woman was enthralled and writhed, her whimpering being only muffled by one the women passionately pushing their tongue down her throat. She remained tied to her bed.

Amelia was approached by a tall, blonde woman. She walked slowly but with great intent. Amelia felt like her expensive lingerie would burst through her nipples, as she hardened her nipples. They gestured. "And who are they?"

"Uh uh ... Amelia.."

The woman casually extended her finger and circled her protruding nipples. They look happy to be here. "Would you like to come with me for a drink?" Amelia was gently pushed by the blonde woman who ran her fingers along her arm, and then took her hand to the couch.

"Do you like the things you see?" inquired the mystery female as she pointed to the bed performance. Amelia moved nervously. Sensing that Amelia was fresh meat, her new friend sat down slowly in front of her. Kneeling in, she said, "It’s ok. We’ll take care.”

"Is he ok if I touch you?"

Amelia nodded thoughtfully. The woman gently ran her fingers along her leg, almost to the point of tickling. Her body was ablaze with excitement for the future. Amelia's lacy, lace-covered underwear was the first thing she touched with her finger. She was so wet, but also very hot inside.

The new woman kissed her inside leg, and then made her way to her manicured lady garden. Feeling how wet she was, the new woman ran a finger along her outside vagina. The finger was quickly whipped off and thrust into her mouth. "Hmm...newbie, I'm gonna make you scream!"

Amelia's heart leapt with excitement as the babe pushed Amelia back against the velvet sofa and pushed her g-string aside. She gently, but firmly, licked her clit around using Amelia's shrieks for the right spot. She placed two fingers in her mouth, slowly at first, but then she felt like she was about to explode.

Amelia felt a surge of confidence and grabbed her pussy-licker by her hair, wiping her face with her own wetness. She began to kiss her hard.

John was talking to a man just then. He looked around at the door. He said, "Honey," lightly, not wanting to disrupt the entertainment on the beds. The girls laughed.

She said, "This is Sam, My Husband," realising that they hadn't even exchanged their names.

She giggled, "I'm Amelia."

"Emma, happy to meet your pussy!" They laughed together. Amelia wanted more. "You must try this girl's pissy." Emma marched up to the occupied bed, demanding that they all get out. The girls complied and, despite being visibly upset, they left the room.

Amelia wondered, "Who is she?"

Sam was not her typical type. He was in his 40s. He was in his 40's.

Emma quickly took off the silk shorts that he was wearing and revealed a large, throbbing. She was not used to him being circumcised. Emma led him to the bed and showed who the boss was. Emma took the familiar cock in her lips for a moment and quickly grabbed someone else's tights to tie him to bed.

She was redirected to Amelia.

She ordered, "Sit on his head"

She could feel the wetness in her pussy. She agreed, climbing slowly up onto the four-poster bed and mounting him so she could see his eyes.

Emma sternly said, "No!" She agreed again. Emma, seeing everything in order, ran over to them.

Amelia stood straight up, her hands resting on his chest. Emma crept onto her bed, putting her cock in front of her. She was soaked with power. Sam groaned as she slowly pushed herself up and down, grasping Amelia's hair and forcing her to kiss her.

Emma took control of her body and she exclaimed, "Oh my fucking God!"

Sam's tip of the nose was touching her stomach in just the right place. Emma took a deep breath and licked her lips, flicking her tongue on the pert nipples that had attracted her to Amelia.

She slowly dismounted Sam, as though he were on a fairground ride.

The two had been in different positions when John suddenly appeared, just like Amelia was about to arrive.

Emma shouted, "Get the fucking out!"

John was shocked and clearly annoyed and muttered something before leaving the room. Amelia felt terrible, but it was only for a second. Emma tried to lick Emma's clit.

Her body was filled with chemicals and she felt her torso shake and collapse on top of Emma. She held her stomach tight to ensure that she did not fall. Emma pulled her away, freeing the blockage that was preventing her from moving.

Once again, she returned to her husband's bird and removed the binding. Amelia was still coming in from the inside and outside. The couple fought off confusion and began to make love.

Amelia felt that she shouldn't have been there. She wrapped herself in the sheet she had found on the bed, and began to get dressed. Both of them screamed.

John, visibly upset, exclaimed "I haven’t seen you all evening,"

The experience had left her feeling a bit lightheaded, and she walked down the stairs. Was that what the fuck had just occurred?

John, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what happened. But you left me, so please remember that.

He snorted, "We should go."

Emma ran a bit as they were about to take their coats off and whispered into her ear. "This is my home. "You, girl, you can come back anytime." She handed her a business card and winked before disappearing into the distance.

John ran towards the door in search of his coat. They did not speak as they returned to the hotel.