CLEAN UP ON FLOOR 34

Unlike the previous parties we had attended, this one was extremely slow to start. My guy and I greeted the people we knew, scoped out the room, and decided to stake our claim on the chaise by the large open window. We kissed and flirted while we waited for more guests to arrive. About 30 minutes later, a guy I played with at the last party, walked in with his play-partner. He had made his decision to come to the party solely based on our previous sexual interaction and my recommendation; so, I really hoped that the party would get better. He told me about his ex, and showed me pictures from the parties they attended when they were together.  

An hour later, it was finally time to start the introductions. We went around the room, introduced ourselves, stated our DOs and DONTs, then it was dress-down-time. I couldn’t help but notice that it was way more of a sausage party than previous parties, and that there were very few women that attended with the intention to play; neither of which made me happy. Nonetheless, I retreated to the restroom to change into my lingerie and when I returned, over half the party was still fully dressed—What the Fuck! Unlike other parties, that had a designated smoking bathroom, since the hotel was non-smoking; anyone that wanted to smoke had to go down to the street. When ¾ of the party returned, I hoped that once everyone returned the party would get better. Normally, I don’t mind being one of the first to get things started; but since everyone was still dressed it was very difficult for me to lower my inhibitions. My guy, being the horn-dog that he is, didn’t care, and I could tell that he was ready to go, but my mood was totally halted. We remained sitting on the chaise, playing with our phones, and hoping more guests would arrive. After a while, the guy that came to play with me got fed up with the lack of order, got his partner, and they left. When I spoke to him later I apologized for the bad experience he had. I told him that was a one-off bad experience, and that the next party would be way better. He asked me how the rest of the night went, and I was happy to let him know that the night wasn’t a total bust. 

After a while, one of the other guests and his wife decided to take the lead to get the party started. He made a show of eating her booty hole and that allowed a few others to start openly engaging. Another woman started sucking her man’s dick, and seeing another couple in action made me horny. I was finally ready to play; and the first thing I wanted to do was have my pussy eaten. I laid down on my back for my man to devour me. My breasts came out as my robe slipped to the side, exposing my pierced nipples for fellow party-goers to adore and rub on. My moans from my partner’s oral pleasure were heightened by hands rubbing on my feet, my legs, and my thighs; it felt intoxicating. As I reached my orgasm I let out a loud scream and clenched my thighs around his head. Once down from my high, I was ready for him to fuck me. As he got into position behind me and put on a condom, I went into my bag of treasures and pulled out my jeweled butt-plugs. By this time, the room had begun to fill up and we had a crowd of spectators that were amazed at my butt-plug. I moistened it in my mouth and had my man insert it, and braced for impact; only he had a different plan.  

I was bent over, wet, butt-plug inserted and ready for sex; except, my guy decided to try an put on a show. He wanted to show the spectators how good he was at eating pussy. The only problem was, I just had an orgasm, and I can’t have two back to back (my body isn’t set up like that). As he kept working his tongue on my clit for the audience, I grew less and less aroused. When he finally got the hint that I wasn’t going to cum, he slid the condom on and prepared to fuck, only he had grown soft. He put so much focus on pleasing the crowd, he missed the opportunity. I turned around and began sucking his dick to get him hard; once my job was accomplished, he bent me over and began to fuck me. As he fucked me from behind, another of my repeat-play-mates, positioned himself in front of me and I reveled in sucking his dick. I licked, flicked, sucked, and gagged on him as I was being fucked from the back. After my guy had his orgasm, he cleaned up and then they swapped places. I always enjoy the pressure of a dick entering my pussy and that time was no different. Once inside of me, he delivered into me deep and intentional strokes. When he had reached his orgasm, it was clear that my vagina was done and mouth were done. 

I went to the shower to freshen up and when I returned my guy was ready to go again, but I was not. He was getting hard, but I had no desire to have a penis in my mouth, or vagina; so I told him we could masturbate together. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and I got my womanizer out and kneeled down in front of him. Once he started to stroke I powered her up. The sucking pulse of the womanizer performed wonders on my clit, and I moaned louder and louder. As I felt my orgasm reaching a peak, my moans became a vocal example of what was happening inside my body. I heard one of the guys in the room say; “Yo! Her moans are getting my dick hard.” But after that, all other sounds died away. As my screams overpowered the sounds in the suite, my orgasms continued to build. Right after my guy came on my tits, I reached the peak of my orgasm with an extreme high-note, followed by my juices exploding onto the carpet. My body shook as the rushes of orgasms kept coming and forced me to release more and more fluid; then I collapsed onto his lap. Once I regained my composure, I got up from the floor, and he joined me in the shower. Once clean, we gathered our clothes and got dressed. It was then that I realized I accidentally got his briefs wet with my juices; but, there was nothing we could do about it. After we dressed, we put on our clothes, said our good-byes, and exited the party. 

Despite the beginning, the party ended on a literal high-note. And, on the 34^th floor of One UN Plaza, with the FDR Drive and the night sky outside the window; I had my first swinger squirt. 

CORSET. COLLAR. LINGERIE (Part 3-CONCLUSION)

Be sure to cherish you lingerie. Don’t let her go to waste, for she was made to be adored!

There is always something I find totally sexy about new lingerie; it always gives me an extra pep in my step knowing that underneath my t-shirt in jeans, there’s only a thin layer of sexy keeping me constrained. I’ve always adored the luxury lingerie of Bordelle and Agent Provocateur; however, with the goal to not put a huge dent in my credit card, I sauntered my sexy ass over to Victoria’s Secret.  

I walked in with a mission, (3 bras and 3 matching thongs). I walked in knowing exactly what I wanted and I refused to be convinced otherwise. The rabbit hole one could find themselves falling down when they went shopping without a mission, was a rabbit hole I did not want to journey. I headed upstairs straight for the sexy lingerie section and pulled out my size, a 36C. Then along came an attendant offering to give me a fitting. She pulled out her pretty pink tape, measures me and then says 36DD… WHAT THE HELL? I was in total shock; I knew my cups raneth over a little bit but an entire 2 cups, I didn’t see that coming in a long shot. I picked out a few bras and a thong for the party and headed to the dressing room. I tried on my new 36DD bras and, SURPRISE! They fucking fit. I was a pool of mixed emotions; on one hand I was happy to have bigger breasts, on the other hand I was worried about the bras that I could find that would fit my new DD breasts. I snapped a few pictures of me in the bras that I planned to buy, posted a pic on instagram and made my way back to work.  

On Sunday morning I woke up to BDE’s message (sexy guy from the sex club). I told him to pick me up at 1pm and I gave him my address. I showered, moisturized and put on my new Victoria’s Secret lingerie; the set was a lace bright pink, bra and thong, that popped against my chocolate skin. I went downstairs, got in his car and we were off. He explained to me that we were going to chill at his friend’s house, because his roommate had his child there (I smell bullshit!). I was under the impression that we would at least grab a bite to eat first, but he explained that he could order something if we got hungry so I didn’t stress it. When we arrive at his friend’s house in Astoria, I walked in and saw his friend there and I knew exactly what they had planned (ménage à trois, anyone?) I remembered seeing his friend arrive at the party with his girlfriend, whom I thought was hella sexy. 

Me and BDE sit down on the bed in the living room and his friend is playing some Jamaican rapper, extremely and unnecessarily loudly on YouTube. BDE pours me a drink and he comes to sit on the bed next to me. He starts to rub my back and feel at my ass and I have to stop him, because I haven’t delivered “THE TALK” yet. I explain to him that; before we go any further, he should know that I have herpes; and, being the honest-hoe that I am, I want to make him fully aware of what that could mean for him. He takes a moment and looks at me as if I was joking but when he realizes I’m telling the truth his posture stiffens up. Sensing his demeanor change, I explain to him my diagnosis, how it affects me, and how I still maintain a normal and (as healthy as can be) sex life. I tell him that, so far, I have been successful at keeping my partners herpes-negative, but there is always a risk. He steps away to talk to his friend for a moment, then returns. He asks me a few more questions; at this point I feel like things still might go down, until… 

BDE: “You know, I wasn’t expecting to heat that.” 

Me: “I know, no one does. But it’s something I have to tell people, just so they are aware.” 

BDE: “Yea. Thank you. We can still chill for a bit.” 

Me: “Ok” 

And that was the end of that. We watched a few more videos while his friend hopped in the shower; then he drove me back home.  

I must say, I don’t get declined very often (maybe 1-20) but it happens from time to time. However, this time, I’ll admit I was a bit bummed. I honestly thought, that because he’s in the swinger/poly/sex-club lifestyle he’d still be down. Especially considering the fact that; I mean- just because I’m honest, doesn’t mean everyone else is. Also, a part of me assumed that those in the lifestyle, would still be more accepting considering the variety of people in attendance (1 in every 5 people have some form of herpes); but he was not.  

To be honest, I wasn’t bummed because I didn’t get laid (which I’m certain would’ve been by not one but two stallions). I realized I was upset because I wasted a fresh new set of lingerie on: a ride to queens, some coconut rum and pineapple juice, and a bag of chips. My $70 bright pink lace set deserved more love than that. She deserved a nice cocktail in a fancy glass; she deserved at least an appetizer and dessert (I love desserts- lol). She deserved to be fondled, tugged, and moistened from my arousal; she deserved to be removed in a state of lust and thrown on the floor at the hands of someone that couldn’t wait to possess my body, and she deserved to have a front row seat at the sexual extravaganza. But she got none of that. I had let her down; and all that I could do to make it up to her was to have a few mimosas during brunch.  

I told myself I would do better next time. I would never put my lingerie through that again.