It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... shoot down my throat. I didn’t inhale any of that slimy mess, but I couldn’t breathe either as both he and she pushed as hard as they could into my mouth and ass. Finally things began to fade out. A loud humming sound overwhelmed the conversation in the room and I felt myself going limp.

A hand was softly slapping my cheek. “Are you in there zara?” a voice was asking from a long distance away. The hand slapped a little harder and Mistress J’s voice said firmly, “Wake up!”

I took a deep breath and lifted my head.

“I think we will stick to the bottom end for a while,” she said and I felt someone lining up a prick with my cunt. Whoever he was pumped really fast for a really short time. Many in the room laughed as he lay over the top of me panting.

“That was my dog fuck for the evening,” he said with a laugh. I like to try that once in a while.

“But not with me,” a woman’s voice said sternly. “My rule is that the lady always comes first.”

That brought more laughter.

I’m not sure how many men... and women... took me after that. I could hear the sounds of sex and smell women in heat as the people at the party coupled with each other... and with me. Someone lifted the front portion of the bench back in place and told me to turn over. He lifted my feet up onto his shoulders and I thought he was going to ass fuck me, but instead he pushed very slowly into my cunt. Then he pushed my legs up over my body so that my feet were almost above my head and began to slide ...

... in and out of me in a slow rhythmic pace. The previous fucks hadn’t done much for me, but this was a new sensation. Everything seemed tight down there. I could feel the entire length of his cock sliding inside me. He started laughing softly as I began to moan. When I started keening, he sped up his thrusts and pushed even harder on my legs.

Then I exploded. It was a wonderful orgasm. As soon as I started thrashing, he pulled my legs back and pushed them wide apart. Then he began driving into me almost as fast as dog fucker, did earlier. I knew I was screaming. I thought I was floating above the bench. It was a minute or two before I realized that he was gone and I was laying there with my legs spread wide and my cunt dripping on the leather beneath my ass.

“Well,” Mistress J said sarcastically, “we all know that zara is a slut, but is she a pain slut?”

“I’ll warm her up,” a man’s voice said gruffly, but a woman’s voice cut him off and said, “You don’t know how to warm up a woman’s ass. You start out too hard. I will go first, then you can add to the heat.”

Someone turned me back over on the spanking bench and I again grabbed the front legs. The woman’s first smack was almost a love tap. It was very light, but was followed immediately by a thousand more smacks that moved all over my ass. Each small smack got just little harder until she was spanking fairly hard... and a lot slower.

“Now that ass is properly warmed up,” she finally said triumphantly.

She was ...