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By *hoenix99 OP Woman
over a year ago
Lincolnshire |
I am meeting with Sir...I am nervous yet also excited and intrigued. He has been very mystical about our meeting today.
I want to please him and so have decided to dress in black lace and satin suspender belt, black stockings and of course my gorgeous six inch heels. It's lovely wearing heels and knowing that against Sir's height I shouldn't be as aware of the elevation they provide. I have a matching black lace bra and knickers set on with my black satin under bust corset. Over this is a white shirt and short skirt which matches the lace theme...gold underskirt with black lace overlay. The skirt is not as short as I'm sure Sir would like being just above the knee but I feel fairly self-conscious as it is. I hide all this beneath my long black coat as we are meeting at the motorway cafe.
When I arrive Sir is already waiting. There is no hiding now though as he insists I remove my coat before I sit and join him as he wishes to appraise my attire.
We speak for a few minutes before he tells me that we're going to the club. I am somewhat overwhelmed. So many thoughts rushing through my head. An urge to run and yet I want to please Sir so I know I need to quell the anxiety and put my trust in him. I need to take a leap of faith and learn to embrace new experiences.
The whole of the journey my mind is in overdrive. Thankfully Sir is driving as I'm not sure I could sufficiently gather my wits to know where to go. There is conversation though I won’t be able to recall what the subject matter might have been. I'm sure outwardly not much seems amiss though perhaps I'm a little quiet. A characteristic of mine which doesn't necessarily do me any favours.
I've no idea what to expect and not particularly liking myself physically I am very self-conscious. We arrive at the club in what feels like no time at all.
Sir leads the way to the entrance.
I know it will be fine. I trust Sir. And as always with my overthinking mind, it's never that bad. I remember the time I went to the nudist camp...I was told I could remain clothed if I wasn't comfortable but it was very little time before I shed my clothes as it was actually less conspicuous. Also it was clear that no one was judging me, all in my head. I will not let this fear/anxiety rule me.
As Sir's hand reaches for the door he looks back to me. I take a breath, raise my head a little and offer him a shy smile.
I follow Sir into the entranceway which is quite unremarkable in many ways. The member of staff smiles in greeting recognising Sir and after the formalities (membership for me, couples pass and entry fee which Sir, being a gentleman, insists on paying) we are allowed entry into the lounge area.
There's a bar which serves soft drinks, comfy well-spaced seating and even a pool table. In my usual fashion of appreciating the details I admire the chandelier like lights. There are a number of people in the room, many of whom know Sir and greet him. A couple of times we stop so he can speak to people who've greeted him. The atmosphere is very relaxed and feels friendly. If I had been here on my own I'm sure I would have felt very differently but being with Sir, although I am quiet, I do not feel entirely overwhelmed. As with any new situation it'll take time for me to relax and in the meantime I merely observe.
Though the bar only serves soft drinks you can bring your own alcohol and Sir has brought a bottle of wine which he passes to the barman. I am told to remove my coat and the barman is already returning with two glasses and the wine bottle now opened. He proceeds to pour the wine before leaving us.
Sir puts his arm around my waist and draws me to him. I have no objection as it helps stop my mind from spiralling.
From where we are it is a great vantage point to take in the surroundings which I can't help but do. Of the people in the room the number of men are significantly more than the women. A couple of guys are at the pool table, banter and chat passing between them as they continue their match. A very ordinary scene except that they are attired only in towels wrapped around their waists as are most of the men in the room. The handful of women in the room are equally relaxed in their attire. Not in an ordinary sense (no sloppy joggers or trainers) but they are comfortable in their attractive lingerie, in some cases very scanty, and nothing else.
There is a part of me that is almost envious of these people's confidence and relaxed demeanour. I am so frequently conscious of my imperfections and yet there are people here of all shapes, sizes and ages perfectly comfortable in their own skins (and not much else). As with my experience at the nudist camp...the realisation that there is no judgement and that Sir and I are the most "clothed" people in the room. A small smile quirks at the corner of my lips. I think the glass of wine in my hand is helping me to relax. Perhaps that was Sir's intention.
I've not participated much in the conversations going on around me as I was soaking in the atmosphere and surroundings but I am aware that various people have passed us and often stopped to exchange a few words with Sir. I am also aware that Sir's hand, in its caressing manner has wandered from my waist and over my arse.
Clearly my mind has wandered again as a sudden spank on my arse from Sir refocuses my attention back to him. I turn my head towards him, a smile dancing in my eyes even as I retain my demure composure. Sir gently grips my chin raising my eyes to his before descending...his mouth taking mine. Firm yet forceful, fulfilling every meaning of dominance and control and yet also so full of passion. Sometimes it's a small thing that can have a huge impact and this leaves me breathless.
As Sir draws away from me I am disappointed at first as it leaves me bereft. However, he is far from finished as he trails his lips down, nipping at my neck which sends a shiver of arousal through my being. He tells me to unfasten and open my blouse.
Various people approach us, a couple and the guys who were playing pool (clearly having finished their match which I hadn't noticed). I am amazed at the looks of lust sent my way by them though Sir is unfazed. One of the guys passes complimentary comments on my boobs describing them as fantastic. I stay silent but Sir does not. There almost seems to be a note of pride in his voice when he informs our audience that my nipples are pierced as well. There is a palpable increase in interest at this and Sir tells me to get them out and show them. I reach up and pull the top of the bra cups down over my boobs allowing the bra to push them together and up, framing them on glorious display.
With one hand still on my arse, Sir reaches for my boob with the other before taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking and gently biting it. He invites the guy who had shown so much interest to join him and when the others around us, the lady included, ask of they may also Sir readily agreed.
Such conflicting emotions run through me. I love my boobs having attention lavished on them and the frissons of desire running through me are undeniable. There is that little niggle of fear or anxiety in my head but I will not let it take hold. Sir is here, I've placed my trust in him and he has given me no reason to doubt that. I inadvertently press back slightly into his hand still resting on my arse as though to reassure myself. He responds by drawing me back towards him slightly (not wanting to disturb our guests and their attentions), and his arm goes around my waist again.
On one hand I feel silly for my insecurities yet on the other I am glad I've discussed them with Sir as it means he is aware and seems very considerate of them.
I push the negative aside; I give in to the pleasure.
I've lost track of who's hands or mouth it may be paying all different kinds of attention to my boobs. The slightly rough hand, perhaps calloused from work, most likely a guys, firmly grasps my left boob whilst the softness of the mouth on my right nipple, gently sucking and tongue teasing my piercing is most likely to be the lady.
I confirm it is the lady after glancing down as she pulls away, sucking before releasing and licking around the nipple almost reverently. She catches my eye where I am looking at her with a smile on my lips which she returns. Sir has been watching this play out and it seems to be to his liking. He tells me to kiss her which we do, me slightly tentative but she is confident. Again I notice her gentle lips as well as her exploring tongue.
Sir organises two locker keys and towels before guiding me to the changing rooms. He tells me he'll be waiting for me outside when I'm ready as per his instructions since it is separate changing rooms for men and women.
When I enter there is another lady there, I try to make an effort and shyly say hello. She responds quite friendly and a few moments of pleasantries are exchanged before I locate my allocated locker.
I place my coat in the locker and proceed to follow Sir's instructions. Quite simple really, he wishes me only to shed my skirt leaving me in the already unbuttoned shirt my suspender belt, black stockings, bra and knickers, under bust corset and of course those heels. Still quite well attired compared to some here.
As I bend to remove my skirt my shirt falls open. The cups of my bra are still pulled down around my boobs so my boobs are displayed rather prominently before I reach to adjust the bra and recover them. The other lady in the changing room must have been paying me more attention than I imagined as she voiced admiration for my boobs which breaks me from my thoughts. As I look across to her I'm sure my expression must have mirrored that of a rabbit caught in car headlights but I quickly regained composure, offering another smile and similarly compliment her.
Another lady enters and greets us. The three of us pass a little time as the new lady confidently strips to her bra, stockings and heels. There is something about her which seems to awaken an inquisitiveness in me, her confidence? Her attractiveness? I'm not sure. I always feel awkward around women and find speaking to them difficult but this lady has a certain aura around her that almost draws me in. She notes my interest and says that maybe we could play later. At this I am reminded that I am keeping Sir waiting. I tell her I need to refer to him before I could answer her and exit the changing room.
Sir is waiting as he said he would be. He has also changed and now has a towel wrapped around his midriff the same as many men we've seen so far. A sight I can't help but admire. He says that he'll show me around the rest of the facilities and we head back to the bar. When we walk through the bar area there are a number of new arrivals clearly just settling in, over coats only just being shed and clothed much as anyone would be for a night out.
Heads turn towards us and eyes light up, looks of lust passing over many of the guys faces. It's slightly awe inspiring to think that those looks appear to be aimed at me.
Sir takes me through another door that leads to the other rooms, showing me the jacuzzi and sauna as we pass. There are small groups in each, clearly naked in the jacuzzi and in the sauna people are both naked or just in a towel. We move on.
There are some guys following us but nothing is said. They haven't spoken to us nor is there any chatter amongst themselves. Sir merely continues on; I wouldn't say oblivious to the company we potentially have but he is clearly unconcerned therefore I follow his lead.
Some of the rooms have their doors shut, Sir explains that they are the play rooms. Some are designed to be private, for couples. Some have viewing windows and others "open" for others to watch. We reach the cinema room where the events occurring inside are shown on a screen. This one is occupied by a number of people and a highly enjoyable scene playing out. A woman is on all fours in the middle of the room and is fully occupied with one guy behind her thrusting his cock into her pussy whilst another is having his cock devoured by her mouth. There are two more guys around them, naked with their erect cocks in hand waiting to take their turns. I find myself incredibly turned on at this sight. A fantasy of my own being played out within arm's reach. Despite being a spectator my pussy is creaming at the images my mind conjures if I were that woman.
Sir pulls me into this room. I wonder, is it for him or has his perceptiveness picked up on the palpable scent of my desire. Sir positions us in a manner near the wall that doesn't impinge on the scene already in action. He places me in front of him with my back to him and I realise with a small shock that we are also now on display on the screen. I was so wrapped up in the scene before us and my response I had forgotten about the projection. Sir proceeds to play with my boobs, his hands at first fondling them over my bra before pulling the cups down around them again. Exposing them so he can more easily grasp and pull at the already erect nipples whilst continuing to pay attention to my boobs overall. I can sense his excitement as his cock grows and hardens between us and I resist the urge to snake my hand between us to grasp it as Sir has not permitted me.
Whilst one of Sir's hands continues paying heed to my boobs the other moves around my body, guiding me to turn my side to him, before reaching to pull my head back. He kisses me with an unbridled passion which I match in every way. He tells me to remove my shirt and bra, I hurry to obey.
This action draws admiring remarks from the guys who were waiting their turn with the other lady in the room. I am blushing and then feel slightly ridiculous for doing so. Yet I have little time to concern myself with these reactions as Sir commands my attention. As he pushes me to my knees I am very grateful to him as he doesn't allow my mind to drift. Something I am eager to express in the only way I can when he grasps my hair and guides my mouth to his cock. I wrap my lips around it, savouring the pre-cum at the tip whilst running my tongue around the head. I suck and caress the length with my mouth. I want use my hands to mimic the motions of my mouth and massage Sir's balls. However, he instructs me to wank the two guys who've moved towards us from the main party.
One of these guys has an impressive member that I struggle getting my hand around. Sir pulls my head from his own cock, turning me towards it and pushing my head down to take this in my mouth instead. It's a challenge but one I accept and relish.
Sir is not idle, after a few moments he pulls me to my feet before stripping me of my knickers and kicking my feet apart. He embeds his cock deep in my hot, saturated cunt without ceremony whilst bending me over at the waist to retake the guys’ magnificent member once again in my mouth. Sir's hand on my hip to control his thrusts also helps steady me on my heels. His other hand is tangled in my hair in the middle of my back holding my head up as I take as much of the cock in front of me as I can. This delight continues to its peak where the guy cums, shooting some quantity of spunk down my throat. As the guys’ ecstasy wains and he withdraws his cock, Sir's fucking slows. He asks if I was a good girl and swallowed it all at which I nod. Words are beyond me at this point. I know Sir reads my bright eyes and soft smile but he also requires a verbal response. I force my brain and mouth to form the words....'Yes Sir'.
Sir pulls me upright as he steps away telling me to gather my clothes. I quickly bend to obey as Sir seems impatient. He takes my elbow steering, almost dragging me from the room and back towards the private rooms. It's silly thoughts at times... I find myself smiling privately, glad that I'd practiced and readjusted to wearing heels again as otherwise I could well have made a spectacle of myself by ending up on my arse at this point.
Sir stops at an open door checking the room is empty before directing me to lay on the bed and play with myself. I lay back, my heels on the edge of the bed, my knees apart, both hands attending to Sir's instruction. One hand cupping my mound the fingers spreading my lips as the other dips to my pussy entrance drawing the moisture up to tease my clit.
We seem to have garnered quite an audience between the cinema room and the private room we are now occupying but Sir hasn't allowed entry to any of them. They cluster at the doorway and watch as does Sir for a time whilst also looking over those gathered. He picks two guys from the crowd inviting them in before closing the door.
Sir joins me on the bed directing my head to his cock again whilst telling the guys to strip. The way he retains the ownership of the situation assuages any reservations I might have niggling away in the background. The calmness seeps through my mind and body, I relax into the pure joy and pleasure. Mentally handing all trust and control to Sir and allowing myself to let go. I devote my attention to pleasuring Sir by worshipping his cock with my hands and mouth. Trying to convey to him through my actions the gratitude I feel by pleasing him as best as I can.
Sir is speaking to the guys over my head whilst my mind tackles this momentous shift that occurs in seconds though seems longer. He is telling the guys that I'll be fucking them all but that they must be gentleman. They agree, acknowledging Sir's lead role. At this Sir pushes me away from his cock and on to my back. I face the two guys he selected standing naked in front of me their cocks hard in anticipation, on their faces rapt expressions of hunger as their eyes rake across my body.
It feels like time has frozen for me. Here I lay attired in only corset, suspenders, stockings and heels and before me are three vigorous men who are eager to fuck me. There is an element of amazement and awe for me. Sir is the first to move, repositioning himself between my legs. He pushes his cock back into my pussy and starts to fuck me with almost agonising slowness. He tells the guys that I'm great at sucking cock and love cum indicating that they should try for themselves. They do not hesitate to kneel on the bed one either side of me giving me a close up view of both their substantial cocks. I've yet to react as Sir has not given me directions so despite the display presented in my face I look to him. He tells me I should alternate between them, sucking and wanking. I feel my eyes close fleetingly with a small nod to Sir in acknowledgement as I reach out to grasp a cock in each hand. I turn my head to one side taking the cock in my mouth but not stopping the simultaneous wanking of cocks in both hands. As Sir instructed every few strokes I turn my head to serve oral attention to the cock on my other side then back again.
There are moans of pleasure from both the men indicating their enjoyment of my ministrations. Sir tells the guy on my left to put a condom on and swap places with him. Through the haze created by the various assaults on my senses I am glad Sir has sufficient thought to stipulate protection, it's very reassuring. Once the guy has sheathed his cock Sir relinquishes his position moving to the side and my cunt is filled with a new cock. Sir spectates for a time - I am being fucked by one guy whilst the second cock is filling my mouth. Sir leans forward to knead my boobs and tweak my nipples. They are always so sensitive after I have cum which has occurred a couple of times already. As soon as his hands make contact I feel my eyes widen, further shivers of arousal run through every fibre of my being.
Although my perception of time is off kilter at this point I believe it is a while before Sir tells the second guy to also put on a condom and instructs me to ride him. We change positions so that I'm astride this guy whilst paying homage to Sir's cock as he stands in front of me and wanking off the guy who had just been in my pussy. I cum quickly in this position the friction on my clit with every thrust toppling me over the edge.
When Sir sees this he moves behind me, he pushes his cock into my arse whilst I am still impaled on a cock in my pussy. Phenomenal. I'm sure Sir is not ignorant of this being something I wanted to experience and it is not a disappointment. The stretched feeling of being so filled. Especially when Sir tells the remaining guy shove his cock down my throat which he does unhesitatingly and without ceremony. Three holes, three guys and me being able to let go of everything but the sensations of the whole experience because Sir is in charge. I cannot find the words.
Sir tells the guys that when they're ready I will swallow their cum. The cock in my mouth twitches at this and it not long before a substantial quantity of cum is flowing down my throat. This is not the end just because he has cum he is still fairly hard so my hands and mouth work on reviving him. My body is hypersensitive to every touch and my mind is floating. Sir is the conductor and guys follow his lead. Positions change, the men swapping around me. Sometimes I am manoeuvred to better suit Sir's requirements like when he wants to fuck my cunt whilst I sit on one of the guys’ cocks taking it up my arse and Sir in front fucking me. As each orgasm hits me I think that I can't take any more but there is no respite. It reaches a point where I fall into an almost dreamlike state. I lose track of who's fucking me where, or how many times I've cum. The mind is quashed by the physical sensations my body is overwhelmed with.
The onslaught of penetration slows as Sir tells the guys to stand up. I am instructed to kneel and play with my tits and pussy whilst the guys wank themselves off. I act without thought as the dreamlike state that had taken over my mind is only just waning. As the guys cum they shoot their spunk all over my tits and face as directed by Sir. This all happens whilst my mind is coming out of the haze of pleasure it had slipped into.
Sir hands me a towel to tidy myself up whilst he speaks with the guys. I do my best to clean away the copious cum from my tits and face but there is little I can do about that in my hair and on my corset. I smile to myself about the corset having to go to the dry cleaners. I'm permitted to put my bra and knickers back on but not my shirt.
We return to the bar area. It’s nice to take a moment and rehydrate. I am relaxed and light conversation is exchanged between Sir, myself and others whilst we have a drink. I see the attractive lady from the changing room across the bar. When she sees me she comes over and I introduce her to Sir. We chat for a bit but I leave most of the conversation to Sir who compliments her boobs and tells her that he finds her attractive as I had earlier. She reciprocates with comments about my nipple piercings which clearly she had seen when we were changing and weren't currently much disguised by my bra. Sir informs her that I also have my clit hood pierced at which her eyes seem to light up in interest. This doesn't go unnoticed by Sir who suggests that we find a room and she can explore them further.
Although I am relaxed and much more at ease than earlier I feel a certain shyness rearing its head. My experience with women is limited and this lady exudes confidence. I wish to please Sir though and I would relish the experience so I follow mutely as Sir leads the way back towards the private rooms.
Once Sir finds an empty room and we enter he locks the door before turning, kissing first me and then the lady. His hands roam both of our bodies caressing and teasing as they go. Sir guides us all towards the bed. He pushes my head down to take his cock in my mouth whilst kissing the lady. Between Sir taking the lead once again and the lady's confidence my shyness melts away. I move from Sir's cock to the lady's pussy gently teasing and sucking her clit whilst my hands splayed either side hold her lips open to enjoy, my thumbs caressing the entrance to her cunt. Silly thoughts cross my mind like being glad that my nails are tidy but fairly short so that I won't scratch her during my unschooled fumblings. I press my thumbs inside. Her responses are wonderful implying that my ministrations are pleasurable to her. Small moans escape her and I feel her muscles contract around my thumbs as she pushes forward as if demanding more.
Sir has been laid back watching this unfold before him but he shifts now, positioning himself behind me. He pulls my knickers round my ankles to fuck me as I continue to tantalise the pussy before me. My tongue delves into her pussy around my thumbs carrying her moisture back to her clit. I am always awed by the evidence when pleasuring a man, I find myself no less awed at this lady. It feels daft, the sense of euphoria that fills me knowing I can provide such pleasure for her.
Positions are changed and pleasure is given and received all round. I do my best to please them both with my mouth, my hands, my pussy. I kiss, I lick, I stroke. The lady is quite active in similar attentions seeming to take great delight in my piercings. Sir is on the cusp of cumming when he steers me in front of him telling me to open my mouth where he proceeds to deposit his spunk. He bids me not to swallow and to kiss the lady, sharing his cum between us. The lady leans forward eagerly as the last trails of Sir's cum enter my mouth. I turn to her, seeing a flare of anticipation in her eyes as our mouths meet, out tongues entwine exploring and seeking every crevice. Almost simultaneously we reach for each other. One of her hands strokes my hair from my face and down my neck whilst pulling me into the kiss. I caress down her collar bone to her cleavage taking her boob in my hand, firmly fondling it before gently pinching the hardened nipple. My other hand after making contact with her hip moves to grasp her arse, my fore finger running down the crease to her arsehole and I gently tease around it. She propels me backwards horizontally on the bed to bury her head between my thighs and gorge herself on my pussy. I feel momentarily deprived at my hands and mouth being unoccupied, I notice Sir observing us but content not to be participating at this point. It must have been mere seconds for this to have crossed my consciousness before the lady's actions wipe all thoughts from my mind. Another orgasm rapidly boils before erupting and sensations flood over me. I reach for her, wanting to provide her same satisfaction. Starting at her boobs I both kiss and nibble the length of her torso until I meet with my hand already teasing her clit. I concentrate on her pussy, dipping occasionally to rim her arsehole. One hand remaining at her clit whilst thrusting the other inside her, never stopping the exploration my tongue is absorbed in until she peaks and shatters before me.
We retire to the bar where we enjoy sharing the rest of the wine we started earlier. The room is fairly busy and conversation fairly light. As previously, Sir speaks to various people whilst I tend to observe mostly. A visit to the changing rooms to redress before we leave and we exit the building to Sir's car.
Much of the drive is quiet, I'm lost in thought. Not the tumbled anxiety I had on the journey here but trying to process the whole experience like no other exploit I've ever participated in. It was good, there is no denying. Overwhelming at times, sure. The trust placed in Sir, not shaken. I am well fucked, slightly tired and definitely sated.
As Sir pulls alongside my car at the motorway cafe I turn to him with a smile, thank him and kiss him passionately before getting out.
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