Private Party #2 - Part 2 (not Mr #5 at the club)
Private Party #2
Part 2 (If you haven't read Part 1 I would start there)
The Dungeon
After the clean up our secluded nook had been taken and with Tattoo Man not up for play in a more public space, we ventured into the dungeon, which was packed. I’ve never seen so many people in the dungeon before. The most shocking scene? A woman on the St. Andrew’s cross with a man knelt behind her. She was shackled by one arm to the cross and a spreader bar on her legs. The shocking part - the man had his arm deep inside her pussy. Not fingers, not hand, not fist, his arm! More than half way to his elbow had been engulfed by her pussy. I was in shock. Tattoo Man stood barely a metre from me and the atmosphere was charged, a mix of moans, and whispered conversations and despite all the activity, Tattoo Man had my full attention.
I lingered by the cage, willing Tattoo Man to make a move. I
wanted him. Really wanted him. Instead, I got introduced to the creator of a
new swinging app, which was polite but not at all what I had in mind. The
interaction, though pleasant enough, felt out of place amidst the raw
sensuality surrounding us. I disengaged with that conversation as ladies’ hour
was called. The energy wasn’t the same as the last event. It felt less
intimate, and I struggled to find the excitement in watching women strap on
toys and create a train. To me this wasn’t sexy and I was struggling to see the
pleasure that the women would derive from it – in fact can one who uses strap ons enlighten me? For penetration would you really choose a hard plastic toy over
the warmth and sensuality of flesh?
I had positioned myself on a bed opposite the action and an
old man came and sat barely a hair’s breadth away from me. Not enjoying the view or the new company I quickly dismounted
the bed and with Mr and Tattoo Man following me I headed back to the now empty spot
behind the DJ booth.
Getting my hands on him
We all moved to the now empty area and I deliberately chose a bar stool
to sit on. I wanted him to take control. His offers of whatever I want were not
going to fly. He directed me back to the stool – the warmth of embarrassment on
my cheeks thinking about the puddle he had left me in and the lack of clothes I
now had on as I had not replaced the mini dress post soak! He laid me down and
fucked me missionary, deeply and intensely. Mr knelt by us, letting me suck his
cock too. Tattoo Man was in complete control, mixing his tempo, pressing his
hands firmly around my neck, cutting off my breathing just enough. It was my
first time experiencing that, and I absolutely want to do it again. The
intensity of his control, paired with the tenderness he showed in between, made
the moment unforgettable.
When he came, I wish he’d told me—those words would’ve
pushed me over the edge. His body, thick and muscly, wrapped in a leather
harness, adorned with tattoos that told a lifetime of stories, left me desperate
to succumb to everything. Even now, recalling the feel of his hands on me and
his cock pushing deeper than I could even handle leaves me flushed and ready
for another round! One where I would get to cum as well.
The Final Stretch
Tattoo Man headed out for the school run and we chilled. I
could have happily gone home at this point riding that high but we headed to grab
some food instead. Stood in the busy corridor it was more conducive to random
conversations. I chatted with Music Man, a gorgeous American singer-songwriter
with dreadlocks. I didn’t think he was interested but he was smiley and
interesting so I soaked up the nice chatter. Later, he messaged to say he’d
wanted to play. Why am I so oblivious to these things? It left me wondering
about all the opportunities I might have missed simply because I wasn’t paying
attention or my self esteem put these men in the ‘too handsome for me’ category.
When Music Man had others come and join the chat, I didn’t feel as welcome to
stay so Mr and I headed to the now half empty playroom.
Mr and I laid down to have our own fun. Mr starts teasing
and touching me before burying his face between my legs. We see Mark from the DVP session last time on the bed and he asks to join. He’s been
making eyes at me through the day after I watched him last time and he seemed keen
to get his hands on me. Mr nodded and Mark moved so I could suck his cock as he
grabbed my boobs and Mr pleasured me. I turned over so that I could push his
cock deep into my throat. It felt fluid and easy to be with him. He had his hands all over my body and he was desperate to taste me. I'd kneel up from sucking him, push my fingers inside me suck them dry with his eyes never leaving me and his tongue flicking and trying to taste. He got his revenge by fingering me until I squirted. Twice in a day!! He was fun and I would like to explore more playtime with him - maybe even relaxing the no oral rule as I would love to see if his tongue is as talented as his hands! With the bed soaked he got permission from Mr to fuck me
too. Suited up he kept me face down as he fucked me from behind. With all of the
build up from the day and his rhythmic strokes he made me cum quickly. As my
body tensed with waves of pleasure he didn’t let up with the pounding even for
a moment. He then turned me over to fuck me with my legs in the air using my
stilettos as handles. He erred on the side of a hard pounding but I welcomed it. Mark was a great example of not needing the biggest tools
for a really great experience!!
It really should be hometime, only an hour left of the party and the number of attendees remaining was dwindling. We'd had more fun than we could have anticipated but apparently the day wasn’t quite over yet. Mark may have
moved on but Mr and I were still on the bed and his fingers were still stroking
me gently. Some intimacy following the fun. Jason entered the playroom and asked if I wanted his cock to suck on while
Mr played. He pulled his towel off and as my mouth met the end of his cock I
sat bolt upright in surprise. Apologising to Mr I explained that Jason's cock
needed my full attention. Going straight through the head was a big silver bar!
Sucking him was a whole new experience
as it was impossible to take him at any depth – the bar activated my gag reflex
so easily. My time exploring my first cock piercing was cut short by a humourous exchange with what I assume
was his friend. I was running my tongue over his cock and around the bar while looking
in the eyes of his friend stood behind him. With a smirk I ask: “Do you have
one of these?”
Friend gesturing to his cock “Yeah, wanna see?”
Me in disbelief “You have one of these as well?
Friend “Yeah, shall I get it out”
Me still in disbelief and Jason laughing “You have your
cock pierced too?”
The realisation dawned on him that I was referring to the piercing and not his cock and we all dissolve into laughter at the miscommunication. The friend carries on and leaves the room in laughter and we chat about whether it hurt to get pierced and why he has it. In summary it hurt to pee after having it pierced, it makes him less sensitive, he can no longer be deepthroated and the only pro is its meant to feel better for women – not something I tried out but maybe next time!!
The High
We left the club exhausted, slightly sore, and completely
elated. Our drive home filled with the dissection of everything that happened. I
still can’t believe some of the experiences I’ve had, and I can’t wait for the
next one.
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