Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... were small red doors without even door handles.

The next arch had a pair of large glass double-doors.

This was apparently a common party venue. There were loads of posters on the walls, advertising events for dozens of concerts and parties. I guess it was useful because there were few if any houses nearby, so any noise did not interfere with local people's lives.

At the door were two Sumo wrestlers.

Well OK. They were white guys in Tuxedos and Bow-ties. But jeepers! They were huge. Maybe they were from the local rugby team of something.

Their whole demeanour shouted 'Don't even think about arguing.'

Mike, Dennis and Remy showed their invitations, which included the other three of us.

The giant smiled, nodded and waved us in through the glass door.

Just inside on the right wall were a load of lockers.

Mike opened one, then turned to us and said "Capes"

Emma slid hers off and handed it to him, showing everyone just how nearly-naked she was.

I shrugged. Oh well. Here we go.

I should be used to this by now.

It was the revealing that I still found hard.

Being naked, especially in public, was quite exciting.

Getting naked still seemed like the hard part to me.

I handed my cape over.

Amelie looked like she was about to blow a blood vessel as she handed hers over.

Remy hugged her reassuringly. "Calm, mon Cherie. Stay close."

Mike was already leading Slut EM out of the lobby towards the main event.

Emma, Amelie and I were ...

... not the least dressed. There were others wearing even less.

No one, so far, was actually fully bare-assed naked. Though some were very nearly so.

I had thought that reading the books that Dennis had given me would prepare me for something like this. It didn't.

Seeing so much kinky stuff in real life took a bit of getting used to.

There were people wearing leather, latex, PVC. Lycra, other stuff I couldn't identify.

There were men, women, something else or maybe in-between.

Lots of chains, whips, etc. Guys in plaid skirts with feather-boas. Some ladies walking around with -- well Strap-on dongs -- swinging from their nethers.

There was some sort of techno music playing in the background. Just loud enough to nearly drown out the sound of the trains rumbling overhead, and to allow for conversations not to echo off the walls, but not so loud that conversations were awkward shouting matches into people's ears.

More people were still pouring in.

Master Mike and Dennis seemed to be relaxed and chatting with others, whom one or other of them seemed to know. Mostly Mike I would guess.

It was while I was just looking round that I spotted Stefan. The guy who was slut S at Dennis's party.

I guess I should say that, what I saw was Stefan's cock. It was fully erect with some sort of strap around the base and balls. It was naked and shaved and poked out of some sort of leather knickers with a hole in them. It was an impressive cock.

I had no idea that it ...