0 comments/ 71986 views/ 2 favorites Britney's Adventure By: Moxon4 She walked into the room, not realizing the seriousness of the decision that she had made earlier that same week. She arrived at the party at the time that she saw, and quickly thought back to that fateful day. After not having many boyfriends for awhile, Monica had felt unfulfilled for too long in her own opinion. Late one Saturday night, after watching a sappy Meg Ryan movie, and eating ice cream, she took matters into her own hands; she went onto the Internet and began searching websites for what she was looking for. She found it on a bulletin board, a message discussing a costume party with an "adult" theme that would be near her home town. She sent an e-mail to the address that was attached at the bottom of the message. She quickly received an e-mail back, asking her basic questions, and asking for a photograph of herself. Having one on file that she had sent her family, she quickly sent the photograph, knowing that a complete stranger would be judging her instantly based solely on her body. She wasn't really worried, she was 5'6" with C cup breasts, and a classic hour glass figure, but she looked rather homely with how she wore her hair, and the type of rims she had on her glasses. She quickly received an e-mail back, telling her that she was invited to the party, and gave an address to a costume shop where she would need to pick up her costume. She was to say she was with the "McClure" party, and would be given the rest of the details about the party. She was excited, but managed to force herself to go to bed that night, thinking about all of the possibilities that could happen. The next day she went to the costume shop, which was out on the outskirts of town, just a few miles up the interstate from her apartment. She arrived, wearing sunglasses and a scarf around her head, trying to be inconspicuous, and walked into the costume shop, taking off the sunglasses as she entered. She saw costumes on the strewn about on the wall, and saw the saleslady sitting at the counter, she approached her and asked "Excuse me, I need some help, I'm with the McClure party." "Yes of course, well, I have a few options for you, please follow me," she smiled at Monica, and walked into a room that was behind the main room of the shop. "My name is Maude for your information." "I'm Monica," she said, being polite as usual. Upon entering the room, Maude found a list, and then took a garment bag off of a rack, and handed it to Monica, who was surprised at the speediness of that delivery. "This is the costume that has been designated for you, go and try it on, there are dressing rooms over there," she made a hand gesture to the wall on the side. "I'll be out front in case it doesn't fit you properly." With that, she walked back through the door, and left Monica by herself. Monica looked around a little bit, and picked a dressing room, the middle one, because for some reason that made her feel safer. She put the garment bag on a hook, and then proceeding opening it, a tingling sensation coming down through her fingers, the anticipation of what was inside getting the best of her. As the zipper moved down she saw the costume appear to her, it was a short leather skirt, with a tube top also included were knee high leather boots with 5 inch heels on them. Also included are instructions on how she was to do her make-up and hair included inside. She rushed to put it on, and looked in the mirror, and she loved it, she loved how her body was exposed by the lack of clothing on her, and she loved the boots the most. She looked at the instructions on hair and make-up and realized she was going to be dressed like a hooker throughout the night. She read through the instructions, telling her that she should introduce herself as "Britney" at the party, when she noticed a line at the bottom that had asterisks around it "***Wear only what is given in the costume bag***." This shocked her, because she had immediately noticed that there was not a pair of panties or a thong included. This bothered her, but she realized why she was going, and after a little "Angel on the shoulder vs. Devil on the shoulder" moment, she knew she had to go, and what better way to make sure that she would be fulfilled than the outfit that she got. She put it back into the garment bag, and walked out of the door, and saw Maude, still not doing anything, as business appeared to be very slow for this shop, and she checked out, with the costume due back 2 days after the party, which was to start on Saturday at 6 pm at a house in the richer section of her town. She went home, thinking about what could happen, and followed the instructions as to how to do her make-up, just to see how the outfit looked when complete. She moved in front of a full-length mirror, admiring how she looked in the outfit, thinking about the guys gawking at her. It made her pussy wet, just thinking about the party, and in the costume the feeling between her legs was unstoppable. She jumped onto the bed, and hiked her skirt up, which didn't take much effort due to its lack of length. She reached over onto the side of the bed, and found her vibrator, which she hadn't used in awhile due to her laziness in getting new batteries for it. She was massaging her pussy while grabbing for it and it slid into her pussy easily, the vibrations now inside of her making her moan loudly, resonating through the bedroom and adjacent hall. Her free hand moved to her breasts, fondling them and playing with her nipples. She felt the growing sensation of orgasm coming on, before letting out a giant scream of ecstasy, which caused her cat to come to the door, look inquisitively at her, and then simply turn around and leave. She sat there a moment, letting the feeling marinate into her, before taking a shower, and not wanting to wait until Saturday for the party, wanting it to come tomorrow, not in three days. The next three days of work for her were the slowest days of her life, and she had a terrible time of trying to get work done, her mind constantly wandered, thinking about Saturday, wanting Saturday to be there with seemingly all of her being. As the day finally arrived, she cleaned the house, taking her mind off of the night that awaited her, and at 3 pm, started getting ready for the party. She took a long bath, making sure to wash all of her body, and trimmed her pubic hair down, giving her pussy a great feel. She did her hair immediately out of the bath, and took her time to do her make up, following the instructions that she had received perfectly. She then began getting dressed, this of course taking only a minute due to the lack of clothes that she had received. It was 5:30 when she felt she was ready to leave, and got into her car carefully and drove out to the house for the party. She arrived a few minutes late, but others were coming in at the same time as her, so she didn't think it would matter, and she walked into the door. When she walked in, she was greeted by the man who had posted the original invite on the web site she had found, he introduced himself as "Seymour" although she was sure that it wasn't his real name. He was dressed like the devil, with a red suit that had devil horns, and a tail protruding from the back, which two women behind him found amusing by appearing to do sexual acts to it. "Hello Seymour, I'm Britney" she said, shaking his hand and smiling at him, trying to be as sexual as she possibly could be, without laughing at the women behind him. He told her to make herself comfortable and to mingle around with the crowd; and that drinks are in the back room. She quickly realized that this was not simply a party, but appeared that it was just a giant orgy. "Seymour" then got onto a bullhorn, and made a proclamation "The game tonight is about to begin, none of you know the rules, so here they are, every guy in the room has been given a bag of bracelets, girls, you are to "make the rounds" so to speak, and whichever girl has the most bracelets after two hours is the winner, with a secret prize as the reward. Likewise, the girl who gets the fewest bracelets will receive a different kind of reward. Girls, get to work, there are a lot of people here, and the prize will not be a disappointment. Now begin." With that women immediately began to flirt with guys shamelessly, although in the setting, it seemed to fit, "Britney" thought to herself, looking around the room. Before she could finish her thought however, a hand grabbed her ass, and kissed her neck, she let out a light moan, and turned around, seeing a man in a Tarzan costume, which basically was a loincloth. She smiled at him, admiring his muscles that were protruding, and easily visible. "Me Tarzan, me think you pretty" He said, doing the voice perfectly. Britney wanted to laugh, but managed to hold off with just a smile. She grabbed the strap of loincloth, and pulled him close to her. She reached up and kissed him. "Tarzan like, want to go back to hut with Tarzan?" he asked, staying with the character. "Of course, lead the way" She said, smiling at him, and he grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder. She let out a soft scream, and attempted to keep her skirt as far down as possible, which was very difficult. Tarzan took her to a bedroom in the giant house, and threw her onto the bed, and began kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Her hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles, before stopping, and having him flip over onto his back, with her taking the dominant role, sitting on top of him, she stripped of his loincloth, revealing a massive cock that Britney was practically drooling over as soon as she saw it. She moved on top of him, and slid her pussy down onto his cock, they both moaned softly, almost in unison at the feeling. When he was all the way in, she leaned down and continued making out with him while she moved back and forth, he grabbed her ass, fondling her while he thrusted into her. She began moaning softly into his mouth, trying to control herself, despite her want to let him do whatever he wanted to her body. His hands run underneath her top, rubbing her breasts, while his cock ravaged her pussy, pushing itself farther and farther into her. She moaned louder and louder, finally getting the feeling of having a cock inside her. Tarzan was now grunting loudly, and he grabbed her hips, holding her down onto him as his cock came inside her pussy. Britney had not cum yet, and she pulled herself off of his cock, and moved up his body. "Look, you made it all dirty, now you should clean it up" she said, making her lips pout as she moved her pussy closer to his mouth. "Tarzan clean" he said, still staying with the character he had dressed as. She sat right on his mouth, positioning her sloppy pussy right over him. His tongue moved up into her pussy, tasting the mixture of her and his own juices. Britney was close, and she yelled and screamed with pleasure, having another orgasm by the loin clothed man. She collapsed onto him, her body being drained of energy for the moment. Tarzan kissed her, and said he had a great time, and left her on the bed. to be continued... Britney's Adventure Ch. 2 She awoke to the sound of a bullhorn, and realized that she had slept through the two hours, and had only gotten 1 bracelet, which would mean she assuredly lost at the game, her stomach began turning, worried about what she would receive for losing. She sheepishly walked back into the large living room toward the back of the house, realizing that she was not going to be able to leave this situation. She looked around at the other women there, and saw that they all had five or six bracelets apiece, she felt so terrible, and a lump appeared in her stomach. Seymour got up on the couch with the bullhorn “OK ladies, the two hours are over, do any ladies have more than five bracelets?” he asked, trying to get the loud response. A number of women yelled and held their hands in the air. “OK ladies, do any have six bracelets?” About five women yelled and rose their hands, and then Seymour had them all say how many they had, the winner had eight, she was wearing a Victorian dress, showing a lot of cleavage, and she had the breasts to wear it also. She went up to the front by Seymour, to a large applause and cheers from the crowd. Seymour got onto the bullhorn again “OK, you have won the contest, now your reward is that you get to pick anyone from the party tonight, and they will be your love slave for the rest of the night. “I will take the man dressed as the cowboy” she said, pointing to him. He moved up through the crowd over to her, Seymour gave her a collar and a leash, which she put around his neck, and then he picked her up, and carried her to a different room. Seymour then got back onto the bullhorn and getting back to the rest of the guests. “Now do any women have three or fewer bracelets?” he asked, and Britney raised her hand, all the other girls had three, she was the only person with a single bracelet. Seymour noticed this, and called her up to the stage. “Now Britney, you are the woman with the fewest bracelets, and now you get the punishment for doing that” he said, with a smile on his face, a man behind him gave him a belt, as two men picked her up and spread her legs out, Seymour then put the belt on her, it covered her pussy, and her ass. “This is your chastity belt, and now we will put you into your position for the rest of the night.” He said, having the men carry her over by a chair. In front of the chair was a ring protruding from the floor, and a chain that was threaded through it. She was put down by the ring, and her arms were pinned down behind her back with handcuffs, and they put the chain back through a ring on the cuffs, then tightened the length of the chair so that she couldn’t move out of the position that she was currently in. Then for good measure, the cuffed her ankles together too. “Her punishment is that while the rest of us will be in a wild orgy downstairs, she will only be allowed to please us, and not receive any pleasure of her own. So let the fun begin.” And with that Seymour slapped her ass and leaned down to her eye level. “Now remember, you had the fewest bracelets, if you refuse to do this, you will not be invited back to a party like this again, and the guards will escort you out, if you do an unsatisfactory job, you ass will not be very happy with it,” while he said that he lightly spanked her ass, giving her a hint of what he could do. “I’m sure you will do fine though, and if you do a good enough job, we may let you free.” With that he stood up and began moving around the room. She could look around a little bit, seeing people pairing off and getting to it on the couches around the room. She saw Tarzan getting head from a girl who was dressed as Catholic School girl, her head bobbing up and down quickly. Her ogling of them was halted when a man dressed as a police man sat down on the chair, his 6” cock already out of his pants. Britney looked at him, looking into his eyes, they were blue, and she stared into them, still thinking about what to do. With that she moved her head up, and kissed the head of his cock before spreading her lips around it, and moving her tongue back and forth over the top of it. She could feel his hands on the back of her head, keeping her nose up against his skin, his cock filling her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. His grip increased against her head, holding her down as his hips pushed forward into her. His hands moved down her head onto her ears, and it muffled her from hearing his loud scream as he came into her throat. It caught her off guard, but she still managed to swallow it, as he slowly pumped a few more times, making sure that she got a full load. Britney was tied down, unable to move, as this scene was repeated four more times, to a male cheerleader, a farmer, a vampire, and a man in a tuxedo, who she thought was supposed to be James Bond. After he left, the man dressed as Tarzan came and sat in front of her, she smiled up at him, remembering how his cock felt in her mouth earlier. Then a woman dressed as a cheerleader came over to him, and sat in his lap, rubbing his chest, and kissing his neck. She was a little taller than Britney, and was very curvy, with a smooth round ass, which could be seen since she had on no panties. The cheerleader then straddled his legs, and moved the loincloth out of the way, his manhood straight up at attention. She lowered her pussy onto his cock, she moaned as it impaled her. Britney was watching, seeing his ball, and her pussy juices dripping over them. She moved as far forward as was possible due to her position, and began licking and sucking on his balls. Tasting the cheerleader’s juices on them, she wanted more of it, she began licking her pussy, and in doing so she licked Tarzan’s cock., she could hear their moans as they moved up and down, when she heard them both scream very loudly, and the cheerleader’s pussy dripped down faster. She moved up, off of Tarzan, and turned around, and grabbed Britney’s hair, and pushed her face into her pussy. She tasted the same juices she had lapped at the entire time, but now they were mixed with the cum that she had enjoyed earlier in the bedroom. She could feel the juices beginning to run down her chin, and then the pussy she was enjoying so much was pulled away from her. The cheerleader smiled at her, and leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and left, skipping off. Tarzan remained there, looked at her, pointed to his groin and simply stated “You clean.” With that she moved forward and took his cock in her mouth again. She was enjoying herself greatly, when she was pulled off of his cock by her hair, which caused great discomfort. She looked up at who it was, displeased at their actions, and then she realized that it was Seymour, and one of the men who had put her in that position to begin with. He grabbed her by the shoulder, and picked her up, and led her to another room. Britney's Adventure Ch. 3 “Britney, when I first saw your picture, I knew that you would be perfect for this group, I just wasn’t sure how you would react in this situation. I was not very pleased with how you reacted either, although the punishment that I gave you was enjoyed far too much.” They were in front of a large wooden door, Seymour pulled out his keys, and unlocked it, and the other man followed him in, he was dressed in a toga, with a wreath around his head, looking like a Roman emperor. Once they entered the room, Britney marveled at the room, it had a large bed in the middle, and along the walls were hooks full of equipment that she had never seen before, whips, crops, collars, sex toys that looked painful if inserted into her, which caused the feeling in the pit of her stomach to grow larger, worrying about her own safety. The Roman then pushed her onto the bed, bent over, and feeling a rush of cool air come up to her ass and pussy. Seymour turned around, and returned his attention to her “Now it’s time for a punishment that I know you will not enjoy.” He said, lifting her head, and making sure that she was paying full attention to him. The costume only added to her feeling of uneasiness, the horns went with the lines of his fiendish smile, like they had always been there. She felt the Roman lift up her top, and took if off her, and did likewise with her skirt. He grabbed her arms from behind her, and cuffed them together at the wrists, then tied them together at the elbow, making her chest stick straight out from her body. Seymour moved forward, and began fondling her breasts, which caused her to lose track of what else was going on. He rubbed her nipples, and held them between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted them softly, she let out a low moan, and completely forgot about her situation. While this distraction went on, the Roman had hooked cuffs on her ankles, and then connected them with a spreader bar with 24” of length to it, keeping her legs spread for them. She realized this only too late, and only realized it when she attempted to move her legs, and was not able to. She looked up at Seymour, who moved his hand from her breasts to her mouth, covering it, and in her position, there wasn’t much she could do to stop it. “Now your punishment begins” he said, with a sneer on his face, his eyebrows coming down, and looked into her eyes. In his devil costume he looked evil, with a goatee, although he looked like a cliché version of how he would dress. She felt a hand massaging her ass, and then felt something else moving against her ass, it felt hard and flat, and while she tried to move her head to look at it, Seymour grabbed her hair, and had her face forward to him. He put a ball gag next to her mouth “open” he commanded, and she complied, worried about what would happen to her if she didn’t. He pushed the gag in, and the hooked it on around the back of her head. He ran his hand up and down her face, feeling the softness of her skin, as his hands moved down her body, hugging her curves, feeling her hips and ass, and then taking the paddle away from the Roman. His hands began moving up and down her ass, taking large handfuls as he fondled her. “You have such a lovely ass, too bad you were such a bad girl, it’s going to be hard to do this to such a pretty ass likes yours.” He said, in a very serious sense. He grabbed her by the shoulder, and then he brought his arm up, cocking it, and then brining it down with a lot of force, the paddle striking Britney’s ass hard, the stinging sound echoed throughout the room, He did this again, with the same sound resonating in Britney’s ears afterward, which was the same feeling as her ass was going through. Seymour could see it turning pink after only the two spankings. He rubbed her ass again, her eyes welled up in tears, as the paddle came down again, hitting one cheek of her ass, and once more, on the other cheek. He looked at her ass, it was now red, he moved around the bed, and looked at her, a tear running down each cheek. “Are you going to be a good girl now Britney?” he asked, again lifting her chin to make sure she heard him. She nodded her head yes repeatedly, she would have done anything right then to avoid the rest of the punishment she knew that Seymour had in store for her. “Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair, feeling its softness while he ran his fingers through it. Now that you are going to be a good girl though, we are going to have a little fun now. He motioned to the Roman, and he grabbed her by the waist, and carried her to the wall. He removed a portion of it, and there was a hole, and then he grabbed what looked to Britney as an ironing board, although much stronger than that, he put her onto the board, on her stomach, and positioned her in front of the hole, he then removed the spreader board from her ankles. He then put her ankles into stirrups that were attached underneath the board. Just then, she heard Seymour on a bullhorn, it sounded like he was on the other side off the wall. “We have a special treat for you tonight, the hole is open, we found a willing contestant, she will be there for only 30 minutes, so come and get her. It didn’t take long for Britney to figure out what was going on, and soon felt the cold feeling of lubricant being squirted on her anus. She attempted to move, but the Roman put his hand on her back, making movement impossible, and then he used a piece of rope, and wrapped it around her, to where she couldn’t squirm enough to where the people would notice. She felt the head of a cock on the edge of her anus, and then a thrust into her, she couldn’t move to relieve the force of the thrusts, she could only feel the man’s cock go deeper and deeper inside of her, filling her asshole, and withdrawing, leaving an empty feeling, before it is filled again in only a few seconds, her pussy was dripping now, going onto the board, slowly forming a puddle underneath her. The first man who entered her only lasted about three minutes, and his cock was throbbing inside her, not large in comparison with the men she had had before during the party. Very quickly she felt him shoot his wad into her. He pumped a few more times inside her, as her own orgasm appeared to be coming for her. He pulled out of her, and again she felt the emptiness, and the cool air blowing on her most sensitive of parts. She again felt the lubricant getting spread inside of her. Another cock was on her anus, and he shoved into her much more quickly, roughly plowing his 7” into her lubed asshole. The set-up of how her ass was there made it possible for them to grab her ass and roughly kneaded it. She was strapped down to the board, and her ass was out in the open, with the wall coming down just over her ass, so that no one could tell who she was, but everyone could see how red her ass was. The feeling of being taken by a completely anonymous stranger was causing the puddle to grow, and she knew that the people on the other side could see it forming, laughing and giggling. This man took a long time to finish, she estimated that his 7” filled and unfilled her for a good 10 minutes until bursting into her. She was really getting into it, and was really enjoying having guys inside her ass over and over again. The Roman man was still in the room, he had been watching the entire thing, and she had noticed a bulge in the bottom of his toga, she looked at it and winked at him, hoping she would be able to improve her situation. She then felt the lubricant again, a very generous amount of it, and then she felt the head of a cock start to enter her, it was huge, the head was at least, and she felt it only get larger as it entered into her further and further, until it stopped, she felt all of what she thought would have had to have been a 10” long cock, that also had more girth than any other man she had been with earlier. The Roman man in front of her moved closer, he could tell by the look on her face that she was having a little more than she could handle inside her. He took off her gag, and put his finger onto her mouth, wanting her to keep quiet. The man behind her began pumping furiously into her asshole, ramming his giant log into her over and over again. She looked up at the Roman, and he moved the Toga out of the way, letting his cock spring out into the open air, she looked at his hard manhood, a good 7” long, with a purple head that was just aching to have a release. She knew that she would be the one who gave it the release. He moved it up to her mouth, and she opened her mouth wide, taking all of it slowly into her mouth. He moaned softly, feeling the moistness and heat of her mouth, and he began lightly thrusting in and out. She was now like a Chinese finger trap, the quicker they pulled out, the tighter she seemed to get, and then they were brought back into her. She could feel Roman’s cock throb inside her mouth, and he began thrusting quicker into her, she wrapped her tongue around it, and moved it up and down, jerking him off with her tongue. The man inside of her ass was also quickening his pace, and she thought that this would the last of her 30 minutes, and then she felt something she had never experienced. The two men each moaned loudly, and then came together inside of her, filling her mouth, and her ass at the same time, which caused her to orgasm too, although her moans were gagged by a certain 7” that was already there. They both pulled out of her, and then she heard Seymour on the bullhorn again “That concludes the 30 minutes, how about a round of applause for her” She heard clapping, along with howls and cat calls, she enjoyed being appreciated, although none of them knew who she was. The Roman covered himself again, and moved her away from the hole, and untied her. “Miss, would you like to shower?” He asked, being very formal, acting like a butler, which may very well have been his job. “Yes I would, does the bathroom also have towels and a hair dryer?” She asked, while looking around on the floor for her costume, and in the process of putting them back on. “Yes it does Miss.” “Then I would very much enjoy a shower” she responded. Then the Roman led her upstairs to the bathroom. “Miss, I am ordered to stand here, if you need anything just knock on the door.” “Thank you,” she responded, and went into the bathroom. Britney's Adventure Ch. 4 She showered, letting the water massage her skin, and found a wide array of soaps and shampoos for her to use, she picked what she thought was the most expensive of them. She dried her hair, and also found a make-up kit underneath the sink, and redid her make-up, doing it as much as she could the way it was supposed to be for the party. She redressed in the outfit, she felt very renewed, in both energy, and in spirit, and felt ready for anything else that could possibly happen to her at the party. She opened the door, and saw the Roman still standing there. “Hello, Thanks for watching the door.” “Miss, it was a pleasure, and the least I could do considering what you have done for me before,” He responded, still very formal. “Thanks again,” she said, and went down the stairs, and back to the party. This was the first point in the party where she could actually sit back and enjoy what was going on. She found the drinks, and she was feeling dehydrated, so she got a bottle of water. She was sipping on it, and scoping out the room, seeing women in various forms of dress, and also seeing the men in the same position, most having drinks in their hands, and sitting in chairs talking, flirting, and laughing, and with some of them, moaning and grunting. She saw a woman who was in a Victorian style dress who was bent over a chair, while the man she had given head to earlier in the James Bond costume was behind her, grabbing her hips, and thrusting hard into her. She became entranced, watching the motion of the two of them, and getting caught up in their facial expressions, the woman in the throws of pleasure, the man squinting and putting forth full effort. She then felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned slowly, not wanting to look too eager to see who was behind her. “Hello, I noticed you earlier, although I didn’t get a chance to say hello.” He said, before she even turned her head. It was the man dressed as the vampire that she had seen at the party earlier. He was a tall man she guessed 6’2” or 6’3”, and weighed about 200 pounds, with deep blue eyes, and jet black hair, slicked back. He put his hand on her leg, moving it up and down her inner thigh as he took the seat that was open next to her. She smiled at him, and continued drinking her water, as he ordered a Bloody Mary, and drank it there, the red color on his lips merely adding to the persona that he was portraying that night. She had always had a thing for vampires; the sexual feelings that come from having someone take your blood, especially from one of her most sensual areas, her neck. She loved men kissing her neck, it always got her going, not matter what the time or the place. That was the thing that she had missed the most about not having a boyfriend, not having someone to hold her, and to kiss her neck. The man dressed as the vampire had finished his Bloody Mary, and moved closer to her. He moved in and kissed her, his tongue parting her soft lips, and making its way into her mouth. She obliged his unsaid request, and began putting her tongue into his mouth, and running it along the fake teeth he had in his mouth. His hand moved forward, cupping her breast through her top, her hand moved toward his crotch, after moving his cape from in front of him. She could feel the bulge underneath his pants growing; she broke off the kiss and smiled at him. “How about we go off to another room?” She asked him, although really it was much more than a request, it was more of an order. She felt a hand on her shoulder, which was becoming more and more a common occurrence for that night, and she turned around slowly. Her eyes started at the floor, seeing white stockings clinging to small, smooth claves, going up through the knees. She saw the hem of a plaid skirt, which came down to mid-thigh, and as her eyes moved up she saw a white button-up shirt, tied together at the bottom, exposing a flat stomach. Liking so far, she continued up, seeing her breasts, and the skirt unbuttoned way too far for any schoolgirl to wear and still be in considered in uniform. Her eyes went up, to a wide open collar, and to a long, lean neck, up to a small chin, and full lips, and a small upturned nose, with bright green eyes, and wavy blonde hair, which was brought back into a ponytail. “Hello, how are you?” Britney asked, in an attempt to get her to leave so that she and the Vampire could get back to what they were doing. “I’m good, I enjoyed your little show over there earlier” she said, pointing toward the chair that Britney was tied in front of. “I enjoyed it a lot, I was on the couch with the mailman that was directly behind you, and I’m Amy by the way.” She said, reaching her hand out to shake with Britney. “I’m glad my job as the entertainment was good.” She said, smiling at Amy, looking at her soft red lips. Amy sat on the other side of her. “Well, you know, we were going to go to another room, would you like to join u?” Britney asked, putting her hand on her leg, gently rubbing it, and moving toward her skirt. “I would really like that” she said, looking into Britney’s eyes. The Vampire then got up, the bulge obviously showing in his pants, and grabbed a hand from each of them, and led them to an empty room in the house. On the way, they passed by many closed doors, and could hear moaning and screaming coming from inside, giving a surreal feeling to what was going on around them, the sounds echoing through the large hallway. The room was at the end of the hall, and contained a four-post bed that had sheer fabric running between the posts, with red satin sheets on the bed. The vampire grabbed Amy, and pushed her onto the bed, she laid back on her elbows. She watched as the Vampire kissed Britney’s neck, and she let out a soft moan, and she could feel her pussy start to drip. Then the Vampire opened his mouth wide, and with his plastic teeth, bit into her neck, not enough to draw blood, but she felt a little jolt of pain when he did it. After the initial shot of pain went away, she started giggling, as was Amy by the bed. The Vampire looked up at Amy “Remember, you’re next.” He said, pointing at her. “Do whatever you want baby, I’m here for you.” “So what happens to the women who get bitten by vampires?” Britney asked, still in his arms. “Well, they usually become willing slaves.” “I was going to do whatever you wanted anyway.” She smiled at him. “I get very turned on by the curves a woman’s neck, and the taste of their skin.” He kissed her afterward, and then they heard a soft moan coming from the bed, they both looked over, and Amy was sitting there, with her legs spread, and she had a finger inside her completely shaven pussy. “You like what you see?” She asked “It said to do it on the directions, I really like it too, I think I’ll keep it like this.” She said, her hand not leaving her pussy, as she leaned back and let out a low moan. Britney broke the embrace of the Vampire, and moved over to Amy, and put her finger into Amy’s pussy, their movements working together, as Britney moved in and kissed her, their tongue intertwining. She could feel the rumbles of the gagged moans Amy was attempting to produce. Britney moved another finger into her, she now had four fingers inside her, all moving around, rubbing the insides of her. Amy leaned back, breaking the kiss, and let out a low scream as her body stiffened around Britney, and came hard, her juices flowing fully from her pussy, onto her hand, and Britney’s. Britney moved up Amy’s body, which was barely on the bed, she grabbed her arms, and pulled her up so she wouldn’t fall off, and she sat down onto Amy’s face, holding her hands down, pinning her, her skirt pulled up by her hips. She lowered her pussy onto Amy’s mouth, and Amy soon awakened from her orgasmic state, and quickly used her mouth on Britney, who was already dripping wet. The Vampire had been standing off to the side, watching the two of them. He then moved onto the bed, on his knees, and pulled his cape back behind his shoulders. Britney moved her hands forward, and undid his belt, and the button, which she had trouble with, and put down the zipper. He wasn’t wearing underwear, which didn’t surprise her at all. “Come now, willing slave” he said, in a Vampire accent, as his hands touching her shoulders, and ran his fingers through her hair. “Anything for you master,” she said, although not very convincingly, considering she broke out in laughter after saying it. She put her mouth over the head of it, and moved her tongue along it, and putting the tip right at the opening; he grabbed her head, and gently began moving it towards his body. She obliged his actions, slowly moving her mouth down his cock, letting her tongue slide along the bottom of it. Amy was still busily licking at Britney’s pussy, her face smothered in Britney’s juices. Her tongue moved around inside, licking all around in side, and she used her nose to rub up against her clit. Britney moaned into the Vampire’s cock, he could feel the vibrations on his cock, which made him moan softly out, his hand pulling with more force against her head. Britney was moaning loudly now, the vibrations sending the Vampire over the edge, grabbing her head as hard as he could muster, keeping her mouth on him, and he moaned loudly, shooting into her mouth. He fell back on the bed; feeling spent, as Britney moved down Amy’s body, and kissed her. She had kept his cum in her mouth, and transferred it to Amy, as Amy transferred the taste of Britney’s juices back to her. They kissed passionately for ten minutes, as the Vampire was recovering, and watched them intently, seeing their breasts against each other, and their soft lips meeting together, smothering each other with their juices. Britney broke off the kiss, and smiled at Amy, and noticed how wet Amy was. She motioned to the Vampire, who was playing with his hard cock, and he moved over by them. She whispered something into the Vampire’s ear, and moved up the bed, past Amy, whose legs were spread wide open. The Vampire moved between them, and pushed his hard cock into her pussy. It was the wettest he had ever felt a woman be for him, and Britney sat back and watched, and above Amy’s head. She grabbed Amy’s hands, and put them onto her pussy, and Amy used her skillful fingers to move in and out of her. Britney’s pussy was gushing with her juice, as she watched the Vampire thrust harder and harder into Amy. Amy was screaming loudly, after having another orgasm. She got Britney off quickly, there wasn’t the build up she was used to, and it rushed in and out. She moaned loudly, her breathing heavy, and when she came back from the orgasm high she was on, she knew that there was much more experiences to be had, and kissed Amy, while she was moaning, and kissed the Vampire, pulled her skirt down, waved good bye, and left the room, and walked back down the hallway, hearing moaning, and wondering if it was Amy who she was hearing. I would like to thank the people who have contributed their ideas for this. Feedback of course is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading. Britney's Adventure Ch. 5 I would highly suggest reading the first 4 parts of the story before reading this one, feedback is always appreciated, thanks for reading, and have fun. She was walking back to the main room, passing by many amorous couples who were going back to the rooms that she had just spent her energies in. She was arranging her costume so that it covered her parts, which she thought to be in vain, for she knew it would probably end up on the floor of some room with some person she had probably only met a few minutes prior. The main room was still abuzz, and she noticed that another girl was now in the position she was in, tied up in front of the chair. No one was taking advantage of her in that position at the moment, and she hopped onto the chair. She put her legs way out wide, holding her thighs, she looked at the girl who was sitting there, and she was wearing a futuristic, space costume of some sort, kind of like the one in “Barberella” except it had a skirt. “Well, get going and do your job, you wouldn’t want me telling Seymour that I am displeased with your performance now would you?” She said, sounding like a Dominatrix. “No Mistress.” The woman said, and immediately put her mouth right into Britney’s pussy. Her tongue immediately pushing far into her, her nose rubbing her nose against Britney’s clit. Britney moved her hands down to her head, and grabbed a handful of her teased hair and pulled her head onto her even farther. Britney was moaning rather loudly now. A few other people around the room were watching, including a man who had made his way behind the Space Woman in front of Britney. From Britney’s angle, she could see him move up behind her, and appear to unzip his pants, and then saw him begin to thrust from behind her. Britney moved her skirt so that she could see the woman’s face, her eyes closing in obvious ecstasy, as Britney’s juices were flowing all over her face. Britney saw Seymour off to the side, staring at her, she winked at him, and then began moaning even louder, wanting to keep his attention. She then grabbed the woman in front of her by the hair, and pulled her up, and then moaned loudly, and came all over her face. She pulled back, and the woman had her juices smeared all over her lips, chin, cheeks, and some had dribbled down her neck. Britney looked where Seymour was again, and saw a woman dressed in a Playboy Bunny costume with her hands all over him, she was tall, and had brown hair up. Britney moved off of the chair, and a woman in a long black robe sat down in her place, Britney had no clue what her costume was supposed to be of, she guessed a witch based solely on the hat, but when she lifted up the black robe, she saw the same striped socks from “The Wizard of Oz” and it clicked for her, she smiled, and walked over to Seymour. “Did you enjoy watching me and Space Girl over there?” She asked, smiling at him, and putting her arm around him, which hit against the arm of the Bunny’s, which caused her to look at Britney with an evil eye. Britney returned the look, and then looked up to Seymour and smiled at him. “Yes, it was very enjoyable, and Britney, this is Lindsie. “How are you Lindsie?” Britney asked, trying to be cordial. “Well, Seymour was about to show me his bedroom upstairs, so I guess we will be going, huh Seymour?” She said, with no subtlety in any way shape, or form. “I would love to see that, I’m sure it’s just absolutely fabulous.” Britney said, still drawing the ire of Lindsie. “Well, you can definitely join our little tour then Britney, I assume you are OK with that, right Lindsie?” He said, looking at Lindsie. “Of course it’s fine with me, whatever you feel like.” She responded although obviously miffed at the arrangement that was occurring. They each took one of Seymour’s arms, and he walked up the stairs, and past the man who was dressed as the Roman, Britney winked at him as they passed by, and he gave her a small smile. They didn’t talk at all, just simply went along their way up the stairs, and to large double doors. “Well, this is the place, Seymour then entered a code on a console to the right of the door, and then he pushed the two doors open at the same time. The room was amazing; it had a large open area at the front of it, with chairs and coffee tables on either side of the large area. The bed was toward the back, and she guessed that the room was at least 40 feet long, and probably 40 feet wide also. Britney and Lindsie both were mesmerized by the room, it was larger than Britney’s entire apartment, and was nicely furnished. “This place is amazing” Britney said, still in a state of initial shock, and attempting to take it all in. They both took a seat on either side of Seymour, who had taken a seat on one of the couches in the room. They both began making insignificant small talk, and both of their hands began a race to his crotch, they both wanted to get their first to get his attention, but didn’t want to lose face and act like a total slut, despite how both of them were. Their hands met over his crotch, and both of them began rubbing his cock, which he then exposed by pulling down the red tights he was wearing. His cock sprang up, hard from the beginning, and both girls did the same move, they looked up and smiled at him, their hands reaching and encircling his cock, but couldn’t move up and down because the other’s hand was there. They both gave each other a dirty look, wanting the other to leave so that they could have all of Seymour’s attention. He was single, fabulously wealthy, and good looking, and the thing they loved the most was that he threw parties like this every 2-3 weeks. Seymour noticed the lack of movement on his cock, and looked down, and saw the tension beginning to arise between them, and because of this, decided to take advantage of the situation. “Ladies, I see the two of you seem to be more concerned about other things at the moment.” He said, very confidently. “Well, I just wanted to have some alone time with you, until this chick decided to join us.” Lindsie said, her earlier frustration rising to the surface. Britney only glared at her, and Lindsie responded by grabbing her wrist and making an attempt to slap her, which was thwarted by Britney’s other hand. Seymour then got between them and broke it up, although he would like to see a good chick fight, he didn’t want any blood in his bedroom, and especially not on his furniture. “OK, we’ll try to settle this like civilized people ok?” He looked at both of them when he said this. “We’ll have a little competition, the two of you will wrestle, although it will have a little twist to it, and the winner gets me first, how does that sound?” He said, still keeping them apart. “OK, that sounds good to me” Lindsie said, sizing up her future opponent. Britney responded the same way, still giving Lindsie the evil eye. “I just need to get the twist to this little fight, I need you both to strip, completely naked, and no fighting, if you fight before I tell you to, neither of you will get me, and your participation in future parties will be in serious Jeopardy, understand?” He said, scolding them, and threatening them. They both responded with a yes, and with that, he went to get something. They both began stripping; Britney looked at her opponent, and saw her trim body, but also saw her enormous tits, wondering how big they were, and wondering if that would help her, or hurt her in the upcoming wrestling match. Before her thinking got too far, Seymour had returned with the “twists” as he put them. It was two strap-on harnesses, which had dildos of equal length attached to them. They also had a dildo on the other end going into them. Britney liked the possibilities of these, hoping she would be the one thrusting into Lindsie, and not the other way around. “Ladies, these are your weapons, the rules are that the two of you will wrestle, no scratching, gouging, or punching, it’ll be like amateur wrestling. The goal is to get your dildo into the other’s girl asshole; the winner will then have their fun with the loser, until the winner decides to stop. The loser will then be tied up, and the winner and I will get up on the bed. When the winner and I are done, then we will untie the loser, and allow her to get involved, so girls, lube up, and get ready to wrestle.” He said, throwing a bottle of lube at both of them, the girls then took a generous glob and rubbed it over their dicks, and put a glob onto their fingers, and they then bent over and put the glob into their asshole, and rubbing it around in there. “Girls, are you both lubed up and ready?” Seymour asked, wanting to get to the action. “I’m ready” said Britney, who was doing a few stretches. “I am ready to go” said Lindsie, who was stretching also. “OK ladies, you know the rules, and begin.” The girls circled each other for a minute to which Seymour responded “I said wrestle dammit.” The two girls laughed, and then they engaged, putting their arms around each other, they both fell in a heap on the floor, their bodies completely intertwined, each trying to get an advantage, but each attempt was thwarted by the other, Lindsie got her legs around Britney, and moved around behind her, and grabbed her shoulders, and pinned her down on her stomach, and then used her knees to spread Britney’s legs. She then took her dildo and put the head of it into Britney’s ass, slowly sliding it in. Her asshole was still lubricated well enough to get motion going, so Britney continued, with all the energy of their tension from earlier guiding her. “You little slut, you tried to move in on Seymour when I was going to have him all to myself, this is what sluts like you deserve.” She said, thrusting harder and harder into her. Seymour could see the look on Britney’s face, a combination of pleasure and pain, but also the humiliation of losing the match. Lindsie was moaning slightly, feeling the dildo pushing back into her, and increased her pace so she could increase her pleasure. Lindsie grabbed Britney’s hair, pulling her head back, as Lindsie continued to ravage her. She let out moans of pleasure and pain, she was still sore from earlier, and Lindsie was being really rough with her, leaning back and slapping her ass, which she thought was probably still red or pink from earlier. Lindsie began moaning louder, and her strokes became quicker and more hurried, as she latched on, wanting to orgasm, and then shrieking loudly, cumming, and then fell on top of Britney, both of their bodies moving up and down as they attempted to catch their breath. Seymour’s cock was rock hard, and when Lindsie looked up, he made a motion with his finger for her to come over. She pulled out of Britney, leaving her there, and moved between Seymour’s legs. “Now you may have your reward,” He said, leaning back in the chair, and letting his cock stand in its fully hardened state in front of her. She put her hands on his thighs, pushing them out, and she looked into his eyes, as she took his cock into her mouth, slowly lowering herself onto it, letting him savor the sensation slowly. Her tongue moved around his cock slowly, she kept eye contact with him the entire time, and he was quickly moaning, and grabbing her head, wanting to keep her there for as long as possible. She moved her head slowly back and forth trying to prolong the process, but Seymour wanted a release, and fast. Lindsie let him have his wish, and began moving faster and faster on his cock, pumping it, his breathing accelerated. “Yeah, I want to cum in your mouth baby, get ready for it,” Seymour said, and upon completion of those words, he grabbed her head, and came down her throat. This entire time, Britney was moving her hand up and down the dildo in front of her, letting it push back into her. She did it slowly, not wanting to orgasm, just to get her ready for Seymour in a few minutes. Lindsie was swallowing his cum, having to swallow two or three times to make sure to get it all, not wanting any of it to escape her mouth. She lifted her head off of Seymour’s cock, and stood up, and sat down next to him, putting her head on his shoulder, and putting an arm around him. “Thank you,” he said, smiling down at her, and putting his arm around her. “Britney, are your ready for your reward?” he asked her. “Of course Seymour.” She responded, looking at him. “Then got on up here” he said, motioning with his finger. When she got in front of his legs, he pulled her up, putting his cock between her breasts. “That’s better,” the sensation of having his cock between her breasts added to her stimulation, as Seymour began making out with Lindsie while Britney began moving her tits up and down his shaft, which was now semi-hard. Lindsie ran her hands across his chest, and moved her head down and began sucking on his nipples, then kissing up and kissing his neck, causing his head to roll back. His cock was hard again, and Britney was moaning from the added friction she felt against her breasts. Seymour’s moans were muffled by Lindsie kissing him, and Britney could look down and see he was close to cumming. He moved Lindsie’s head away from him, and began moaning more loudly, and looking down into Britney’s eyes, which were transfixed onto him. Britney moved her body up faster and faster, her sensations increasing along with Seymour’s, until she felt the throbbing of his cock, and felt it spurt onto her breasts, globs shooting up onto them, covering them in the white goo of his manhood. She fell back onto the carpet. “Lindsie, go down there and clean her up,” he said, moving his head in the direction of Britney, whose chest was moving up and down, her breathing trying to recover. Lindsie moved down there, and put her tongue onto Britney’s stomach, and moved her tongue skillfully, getting all of the cum she could into her mouth. Once she was finished, she moved up and kissed Britney, sharing what was inside her mouth with her. “Well, girls, I think it is time that we rejoin the party, don’t you?” Seymour said, pulling his tights back up. “Yes, you have a beautiful bedroom,” Britney said, as she began putting her costume back on. “I was really glad to see it Seymour” Lindsie said, trying to fix the little details of her costume. The three of them went back downstairs, much the same way they came up there, a girl on each of Seymour’s arms. When they got downstairs, they saw Amy bent over a coach, receiving a spanking from another partygoer. Britney knew she would enjoy these parties for a long time.