The Little Black Choker - Sex Stories

The Little Black Choker

... I was glad we had at least run the Toyota through the car wash. We were greeted at the door by the Everson’s who immediately began to introduce us to the other club members. Everyone we met was in their twenties through forties. They were all warm, charming, and attractive people. This is exactly what I had pictured in my fantasy. After a quick tour through the home with Barbara Everson as our guide, we returned to the room Barbara described as “the Great Hall.” We are were served Champagne and when Winston clinked his glass, the room when silent. “Good evening my friends,” Winston began, “I believe you have all had the chance to meet our newest members, Lindsey and Devin Holmgren. May we toast their joining our little circle by saying ‘Welcome Lindsey and Devin to a life less monotonous, to a life less monogamous!’ Shouts of “welcome”, “cheers”, “here here” filled the hall along with applause and many members taking the opportunity to kiss and hug us again. One handsome man, I believe named Robert, whispered in my ear as he hugged and kissed me, “May I be your first sweetheart?” “Excuse me my friends,” Winston said, clearing his throat bringing silence to the room again, “Girls’ Fantasy Night.” A silver silent butler was produced by Barbara, who flipped open the top, allowing Winston to pull out a card. “Lindsey Holmgren,” he shouted out to the assembled crowd. My heart nearly stopped. My heart began to race as I felt my face flush with excitement. “Remember ‘Jack’, our ...

... safe word Linds,” Devin whispered in my ear as Winston approached pulling a black velvet blindfold from his pocket. I felt Devin’s hand slip from mine as I felt the silky velvet begin to envelop my face and cover my eyes, bringing total darkness to the room. I heard quiet muffled conversations all around me. I felt hands, many hands, starting to touch me. Feeling my face, shoulders, even my legs - some people had to be on their knees around me. I felt hands gently sliding up and down my legs, I felt hands under my dress feeling my ass, and I felt gentle hands feeling my hair and neck. “Oh my god,” I said, or thought - I wasn’t sure which anymore, “this is even better than I ever dreamed.” I felt my dress loosen, the zipper sliding down, and the dress fall away. I felt someone sliding off my shoes. I was standing in front of all these people wearing only my black lace thong, silk stockings, and my choker. I heard many people commenting about my body but found it difficult to understand what they were saying. So many hands caressing my breasts and tugging on my rock hard nipples, that I lost track of numbers and time. I felt fingers sliding between my ass cheeks and sliding gently around my labia as my heart raced and I gasped for air. I felt my stockings slowing being slid off, as someone was tying my hands together with a soft rope of some kind. Tongues started to replace some of the hands. Licking me everywhere, lapping my breasts, playing in my ears, licking my inner thighs. I ...