0 comments/ 39743 views/ 2 favorites The Party House Ch. 01 By: Lady Lay A Dom who uses just his voice to control some of the erotic swinging scenes that occur in his country home owns the "Party House". I'm hoping that each of you enjoys this story and the sequels that follow. A very warm "Thank You" goes out to my editor who has taken a lot of his time and keeps me focused. My first glimpse of Master was at a swinger's party. He was laughing and talking, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. I just remember how sure of himself he was. Actually, I thought he was a bit spoiled, women either were bringing him sandwiches or sitting at his feet, engulfed in his stories. His drink never went empty; a woman was always there to refresh his cocktail. They ooohed and aaahed over him like puppies following their owner. I did not realize then that he was Master and those women were his subs. The way the ladies were acting was foreign to me. I had never been submissive to anyone or anything. I knew nothing of the D/s world, but now that I look back, my parents would have fit perfectly into the D/s lifestyle. I had a rather chauvinistic father. Now, do not get me wrong, they definitely did not live in a D/s world, but Dad was the boss and he certainly dominated our household. He was the type of man who brought home the paycheck and Mom took care of the house and us kids. She was also the type of woman who took no guff off of anyone. However, when Dad came home in the evenings he expected dinner to be on the table when he stepped in the door or there had best be a very good excuse why it wasn't -- anything less than a funeral wouldn't hack it. Manners were not only expected in our home but also demanded. Dad always lead the conversations at the dinner table, and, oh yes, you did sit at the table each night and didn't speak unless spoken to. If you broke this rule you were immediately excused from the table. Of course, you returned later to clear the table and wash the dishes. All adults were addressed with Miss. Mrs. or Mr. Everyone had a title except us kids. Any question from any adult was answered with, "Yes Sir," "No Sir," "Thank you Ma'am," "No Thank You Sir." It was endless. I grew up hating titles. I don't know how many times Mom and I would be in town shopping or running errands of one kind of the other, and she would look at her watch. You could see the panic in her face knowing that she had to race home and get supper on the table before He arrived. She didn't work and she always had to ask Dad for any money. She had to present Him with receipts to show how she spent His money. I always thought this was strange, but like I said, they would have fit in the D/s lifestyle very well, or at least what I imagined the D/s lifestyle to be like. And myself? I grew up determined to never have any man control when or where I went, what I did and whom I did it with. I made a solemn oath to myself. Then I went to this swinger's party and there he was - Master. Now, the only reason I can give for going to this particular party on this particular weekend is Sue. She thought she would hook me up with this guy that was supposed to be at this party but he failed to show. I decided to stay, after all I had just paid out the teeth for a new outfit and I was determined to at least get one good night out of it. "The sex at these parties is incredible," she told me more than once. "If you leave horny it's your own fault." Sue disappeared upstairs with her friend David shortly after we arrived, leaving me to my own devices. As much as I enjoyed sex, I was pretty shy about instigating it. Sue had pointed me in the direction of the kitchen just before she and David had made their retreat so I headed over and grabbed a glass, some ice, and poured myself a cooler. Making my way back to the living-room it surprised me how comfortable I felt amongst these people expecting to feel awkward and alone as I have at so many of those straight parties I've attended without a date. I found an overstuffed chair and was quite content to watch people move through the house, I curled my legs up underneath me and sipped on my drink. I just didn't feel "in the mood." No - it was more like I really did not know what to do - which is all right too. A few guys did approach me but I let their advances slide unnoticed, still sharing a very delightful kiss with each of them as they leaned over my chair and cupped my breasts then moved on to other more receptive girls. It was a fun night, the music was incredible, the guests were sociable and I stayed much longer than I originally intended. These people fascinated me, there were no crude sexual innuendos, I was beginning to learn the difference between straight couples and swingers as the expression "if your going to talk the talk then walk the walk" came to mind. Still mingling into the wee hours of the morning I walked out onto the pool deck and sat back in a chaise lounge chair sipping on my drink and noticed that Master (I mentally named him Master after first seeing him – the name certainly fit) was still there. He had sent his harem away and he was doing laps in the pool. His body was beautiful, muscles rippling under the skin, no wonder they followed him like puppies. The testosterone just ebbed from this man. I enjoyed surveying all the men, but my eyes were glued on Master, his long slim torso gliding through the water. His strong arms gracefully rising over his head as he pulled himself across the pool. I knew this man was exactly what I did not want in my life. Remembering my oath, I gave him one last look, put my drink on the patio table and went back inside. Several weeks went by and our company announced at the monthly meeting that a proposal had been accepted that would create an incredible money-saving plan. When a company starts talking money and savings in the same sentence it means a lot of people are going out the door. Several weeks went by, we did have a lay off and of course "you know who" spent her days at the unemployment line. After working at the plant for over fifteen years, you would think you had at least some sort of security in the balance. So here I was, unemployed, walking the malls to make the days go by a bit faster, hoping that my severance pay and savings would last through the summer. The single life has its ups and downs. On the up side I'm only responsible for myself, but on the down side I have no one to help with the bills when I get the pink slip. I was opening the door after another depressing day at the unemployment line when the phone rang. It was Sue again, but this time she was positive she had found the right guy for me. I'll never know where she finds all these guys; she's quite the matchmaker. I always told her that I really am not interested, but she's always so insistent that this time it is really The One. There's no purpose to argue with her, she always won. She said the party was Friday night, same host, same house, just put on something sexy. I half-heartedly agreed figuring at least it was somewhere to go on a Friday night. The rest of the week was spent chasing down leads on jobs that never panned out. By the time Friday night rolled around I was ready to party. I had to reach to the back of my closet for the one-piece body suit I had purchased just before being laid off. It was perfect, no under-wear, and wet, cherry red. It had the feel of kid leather but not the weight. I spent more on this outfit than I should have but when I tried it on at the store, it was just so right. Skin tight, smooth glossy fabric that looked as though it was painted on, plunging below my waist in the back and down below my breasts in the front. I stepped into it; the fabric flowed over my body then scooped up my breasts and held them together when I fastened the clasp behind my neck. Sitting on the edge of my bed I slipped on the red three-inch heels that finished the look then stood in front of the mirror turning this way and that, pulling in my stomach, and running my hands down past the curve of my waist. Tossing my head forward so my hair fell in front of me, I squeezed some fresh moose in both my hands and scrunched the curls from underneath to give it more lift. Then swung it back over my shoulders, the thick dark brown mane drifted over my shoulders with a cascade of soft curls flowing down my back. Looking back in the mirror I pulled a few strands loose around my face then stepped back for one final inspection. Everything seemed to be in place so I grabbed my purse, threw in a lipstick, a small perfume spritzer and a couple of condoms. Hey ... who knows? Sue was waiting outside when I got to the house. She looked dazzling as usual. I always enjoyed being with her - loud and full of life - you just had to love her. Of course, you never knew exactly what was going to come out of her mouth or what she might do, but you just wanted to be part of it, at least I did. The party was already in full swing when we got to the front door, the music was blaring and everyone was hooting and hollering at each other so that they could be heard over the pounding speakers. David greeted us at the door and let us know that there were drinks in the kitchen and out on the patio. He was wearing swim trunks that showed off his bronze copper tan. Standing over six feet, with large shoulders, a small waist, muscular thighs, and a brilliant smile that could be seen across any room. Did I also mention his voice that would make even the chaste start to melt...he was definitely a charmer. The house was located about fifteen miles from the nearest town and the nearest neighbor was a good half-mile down the road so the noise level was not a problem. I enjoyed parties here so much because everyone could just let their hair down. A ten-by-ten-foot foyer greeted you as you came into the house with the kitchen and dining area to the left, a very large bath and a hall that led to three bedrooms was on the right. Straight ahead was the living area. An area about thirty-by-thirty...sporting a double fireplace with a hearth that had to be at least fifteen foot across and a good six-feet deep. On the hearth was a large black rod iron circle that held a supply of wood for the night and over the fireplaces was a spray of what looked like oats and a sprinkling of tiny red flowers tied with a bow. Floor to ceiling drapes were tied back in the living room exposing beautiful French windows that extended down the far wall making the space appear even larger. Attached to the living room was a den separated by glass doors. This area added a good twenty-five foot to the length of the living area so you were standing in a room that was fifty-five foot in length and thirty foot in depth with the doors open. Definitely a party house. The den - more of a sunroom - was encased with floor to ceiling windows and patio doors that opened onto a back patio with a full sized pool. There was a pool table in the center of the room and an arcade sized pinball machine up against the wall. From the sunroom, you could see a pool in the backyard. Chaise lounge chairs, a couple of kegs were set up near the pool. Further down along a dirt road you could see people next to a campfire in a clearing. Everyone was mingling, shouting, playing, hugging, kissing or just talking. I'm going to guess there were at least a hundred people on the property - definitely a good party house. I left Sue in the foyer to do her little flirty thing with David who was enjoying each seductive move she made and countering, and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. With drink in hand and not recognizing anyone, I just walked from group to group sipping on my cooler. To the far right of the living area was a staircase. Still sipping and chatting my way through the guests, I decided this was a good time to explore and see what was happening in other parts of the house. At the top of the staircase was a sizable landing. In front of me was a beautiful mural that covered an entire wall. A painting of a Centaur raising his bow to the heavens, a quiver of arrows strapped over his arm and resting at the side of his chest. His arm wrapped around his lover, holding her human form against him. She was covered with a sheer white toga that gathered under her breasts and white sandals that laced up her long slender legs. Their heads were facing into the wind and her ropes of curls laid across his flank as she gazed up at him. To the right was an oversized cedar chest that I am guessing would hold extra blankets. It was sitting beside the door to a very large bedroom. As I peeked in I could see two queen-sized beds with a nightstand beside each one and more French doors that led to a balcony that over looked the front lawn. A marble statue of "The Kiss" sat on a small round table between the beds, creating uniformity with the large pieces of oak furniture that decorated and filled the room. It was still early in the evening so no one was occupying any of the bedrooms - yet. Each room contained toys laid out on tables beside the beds and fishbowls full of condoms set out like party favors, the condoms to cover those torrid cocks that would soon occupy these rooms, as well as the toys that would come into play. Knowing that the mattresses would soon be removed from the beds and spread from one end of the room to the other in each room caused a stir between my thighs. Just the thought of what was going to transpire later in these rooms was intoxicating. The reason I had come up here was to see if I could find the balcony that overlooked the pool to see if anyone was swimming. I confess, I was wondering if Master would be here again tonight. Making a right down the hallway past the bathroom I could smell the chlorine of the pool and stepped out on the balcony. I stood there for a while enjoying the fresh chill in the air while looking out across the pool but he didn't show, in fact no one was using the pool. People were still roaming back and forth on the dirt road that led to the campfire. You could hear the buzzing of their voices and the beat of the music that was flowing up the stairs was causing the floor to vibrate. I sipped a little more of my drink and turned to head back down to the bustling party below when I felt a hand move around my waist and a very light kiss on my neck caused tingles to race down my spine. It was David. This was his way of greeting everyone or getting a person's attention when he needed it. He turned me around and smiled, "I promised Sue I would find you," he whispered while nibbling on my neck. He led me back downstairs to the living room where I spotted Sue across the room talking. I felt a quiver in my knees when I saw who she was talking to - Master. Was this the man she wanted me to meet? I was getting butterflies in my stomach, as thoughts rushed through my mind: "I should run out the door." "Oh my god he's gorgeous." "There is no way on earth I can ever be what this man wants me to be." "I will never surrender body and soul to any man." Finally, "why on earth am I getting so wet"? My decision had been made for me. David leaned down, put his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Sue is talking to a very good friend of ours that we really want you to meet. " I took a deep breath, glanced up at David with a look of pure horror but managed a weak, tepid smile. I gained a few precious seconds while I straightened my outfit, pulling at the top that fastened behind my neck and running my hands down the sides to make sure everything was where it belonged. I then squeezed his hand and crossed the room extending my hands to Sue, her eyes gleaming as they always do when she thinks she has found me a match. "Blake, I'd like you to meet one of my dearest friends, Sandy " Sue said as we hugged. "Nice to meet you Blake," I managed to force out. I held out my hand, expecting him to shake it, instead he lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed it while staring into my eyes. "I've been looking forward to meeting you," he said, as his eyes began to devour my body. Talk about being totally floored. I didn't know whether to let him hold my hand forever or pull it away. Sue, of course, is smiling like a Cheshire cat as she turns and waves her hand over her head trying to get David's attention, who comes over and whisks her off, leaving me alone with Blake. Looking back at Blake, I notice his eyes are roaming and exploring every inch of my body, seemly pleased at what he sees - oblivious to Sue's absence. "Would you care to dance?" he asks, reaching out his arm to escort me to the dance floor. "Of course," I manage to blurt out. "I love to dance." I'm not sure who is saying these things, because I am too entranced by this man to think clearly. Smiling and taking his arm, we join the other guests in the middle of the room. After an aerobic mixture of three "fast" songs the music takes on a more gentle twist and he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, nestling my head on his shoulder. I could feel the heat of his body as we pressed together. Despite meeting him just minutes ago, I never felt so sheltered in a man's arms before. Slow dancing, it just couldn't get better than this. Lying my head on his shoulder with my eyes closed I didn't notice as another man approached and tapped his shoulder. "May I?" broke my reverie. Blake released me and I was being lead across the floor in the arms of another guest. "My name is Edward, and I hope you don't mind my cutting in, but I've been watching you ever since you walked through that door and I certainly didn't want to miss a chance to meet you". "It's nice meeting you Edward, I'm Sandy, " I said smiling, but my eyes were on Blake as he moved off the dance floor, wondering why he had given me up so easily. "Actually you can call me Ed. Hey, if you're wondering about Blake, it's ok. We go way back." With this he pulled me closer, letting go of my hands and wrapping both his arms around my waist as he looked down into my eyes. He was shorter than Blake but not by much and he sported the same type of physique: broad shoulders, small waist, muscular arms, big hands. I really did enjoy the way he was holding me as we danced to the slow rhythm filling the room. "So...Ed...do you come to these gatherings often?" We did a half turn and I could see that it hadn't taken Blake long to find a very beautiful blonde who, by the way, was swooning all over him. I had to learn how to do that. "I try to make all the parties, I get to most of them...my wife is the one you see making googoo eyes at Blake. You'll have to meet her." Saying this he embraced me tighter, I could feel the heat of his body and his john henry starting to swell between us. Our mood was broken when the music sped up. "Have you seen the backyard yet?" Ed asked. Without waiting for an answer he lead me by the arm outside and down the dirt road. It was a beautiful night, the stars seemed endless in the clear sky, and you could smell and feel the chill of the fresh country air. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked, you could see the fire in the distance lighting everything around it in shadowy, wiggly silhouettes. Over to the right people were splashing and swimming in the pool. Glancing up at the balcony I was feeling a bit childish, remembering when I stood there hoping to catch a glimpse of... Master...or Blake...now that I knew his name. Somewhere, deep inside, I knew it was... Master. We stopped just off the road as Ed waved to the group calling out their names and saying hello. "Hey, let's take a dip. We can jump in the pool, then dry off by the campfire. Okay by you?" "It sounds lovely, but I didn't bring a suit." I tried to protest. "We don't need suits." With this he leads me to the pool and starts to take off his clothes and lay them across one of the patio tables. The Party House Ch. 01 "Wait for me!" Did I really say that, as I start removing my clothes and laid them beside his. By the time I got undressed he was already in the pool holding out his arms to catch me. "Jump, I'll catch you," He yelled over the sound of the stereos. I jumped into his arms taking us both under the water. I felt his hands grab for me as we surfaced then his mouth clamped down on mine. I could feel my hair float around me as my head leaned back in the water returning his kiss. He moved us into the shallow end never letting go of my mouth. We continued to kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The buoyancy of the water was holding us up as Ed ran his hands over my breasts, then down my stomach, between my thighs. I was kissing his neck, his chest, running my hand down to find him back in a very excited state. As our hands and lips were doing a thorough body search of each other, a few others started to join us in the pool. The pool was soon awash with naked ladies and gents laughing and splashing like a group of fourth graders at a birthday party. Ed led me over to a ladder, and handed me a towel when I got out. We dried off, found our clothes and headed across the lawn. As we ventured out to the dirt road again, Ed placed his shirt over my shoulders. I hadn't noticed that I was getting chilled from the night air until I felt the warmth of the fabric against my damp skin. It didn't take long for us to get to the fire. I stood beside the burning logs rubbing my hands together while Ed got us a beer from one of the kegs. He brought back a couple of brats covered with catsup and mustard. They smelled so delicious combined with the smell of the burning wood, the dampness of the night, the heat of the fire; it was all just too perfect. As we stood beside the fire enjoying the warmth and food, Ed started telling me more about his open marriage. Ed and Megan had been married close to ten years, the past three years they had spent swinging off and on, going to different parties and meeting different people, some online, some from magazines. Both of them had enjoyed the excitement of meeting and having sex with different couples. "Our sex life has gotten so hot since we started swinging. We always go to parties together. We want to share our experiences. You know, I've never had an affair and neither has Megan," he exclaimed. "Swinging is not like an affair." I was really listening trying to relate but now I was totally confused. "The definition of an affair is when a spouse has sex with someone they aren't married to." "Yea that's true," he explained. "But with swinging the couples agree to swap. There are no lies, no one left at home minding the kids while the other one is out partying. No misleading, no false pretenses about where they had been. Swinging keeps trust in our relationship, besides it's fun. No long-term commitments, no jealousy, no having to play the martyr, its pure sex and lots of it." I was done listening. I turned and with a wide-open and very hungry mouth gave Ed a long and ravenous kiss. He responded with a low growl in his throat as his mouth covered mine sending shivers up and down my spine. "So, are you ready to head back to the house. We can get out of these damp clothes and see what kind of mischief we can get into," Ed asked, a playful look in his eyes. "Oh yes," but he already knew my answer when he gazed into my eyes. Smiling, I let him guide me away from the heat of the fire and back up the dirt road to the lights of the house. Just as we entered the patio doors into the den/sunroom we saw Blake and Megan coming down the stairs. Blake was helping her fasten the back of her dress and she smiled and waved to Ed. Ed threw her a kiss then guided me back into the living room where we once again began to slow dance to the music. The room wasn't as full as it was when we left earlier and the music seemed to be a lot quieter than it was when I first arrived. It felt good to be in Ed's arms, he was holding me close and kissing down my neck, moving his hands down my back to the base of my spine. I was nibbling his ear, tracing the outside with my tongue then moving down to his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest, moving my hips forward against his. The fire Ed was building in me was hotter than the campfire. As we moved to the music, Ed's hand moved down between my thighs, he whispered in my ear. "Let's go take a shower. I know where there's a large one, more than enough room for both of us." At this point I was game for anything, the drinks and dancing were making me mellow. Apparently Blake had an agenda of his own with Ed's wife and I had Ed's attention at the moment. Holding my hand and leading me to the bathroom that was just inside the front door we entered a room with a shower that was at least eight foot long and six foot wide. There were four nozzles at one end and a couple of stools at the other. There was no door on the shower, just a tiled wall on three sides. We undressed each other then turned on the sprays. The hot water felt good dancing and flowing over our skin. We began to lather up and started to slow dance in the shower. He moved his soapy hands over my nipples causing them to harden as I slid mine over his, watching his nipples as they quickly shriveled into little hard peaks. Turning me around and running his hands down my back, over my bottom, then down my legs, he squeezed, pulled and kissed, arousing every inch of me. As he turned around I began to run my hands over his shoulders and down his back, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my hardened nipples into his back, soon both of us were covered with sudsy, slippery, bubbles. My fingers lightly touched his chest when he turned back facing me. I began to make lazy circles in the bubbles running my hands down his arms feeling his muscles ripple under the skin. Kissing and nibbling on his shoulders, wrapping my arms around him and trailing my hands down his back, as my nipples slid across his chest. Capturing his nipples in my mouth, my hand moved further down his body and in-between his thighs. He let out a slight moan as my hand moved across his rigid member. I leaned down rinsing the soap away as my tongue moved over the tip of his cock, moving my hand up and down the shaft, tasting a drop of pre-cum as my tongue continued to move around the rim. My other hand was caressing the area behind his balls; I could feel the warm spray of water on my back as his hands pressed down on my head. Kneeling in front of him, I reached up and let my fingernails lightly scrape his tight lean buns as his cock moved in and out of my mouth. My tongue moving under his cock feeling the tension as the blood pulsed through the engorged veins. Moving my hands back between his thighs and cupping his balls in my hand I gently squeezed, delighted to hear another low moan from up above. "Come up here Baby." He lifted me up, kissing me hard and pressed me against the cool tile wall. Then I felt his hand between my legs searching for my entrance. I spread my legs to give him more access. His hand moved down through the bubbles and I groaned as I felt him insert a finger into me. His other hand was at the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. His mouth started to move from my neck down to my breasts, nipping on my nipples making them hard and erect. The sensation of his bits on my nipples went straight to my toes. I moaned encouragement, and he smiled and moved over to the other breast while looking up into my eyes, knowing everything he was doing was causing my body to stir. My stomach tensed, as he knelt down, running his lips down my body to the heated space between my legs. Leaning my head back, I braced myself by reaching down and placing my hand on his head. The feeling was electrifying as he reached inside with his fingers and tongue. His tongue prodded and probed my lips, while his fingers stroked my walls. His fingers continued exploring as he slid up my body again and found my mouth, kissing me harder. My arms wrapped around his neck still feeling his fingers inside me. Releasing his hold on my clit, he pressed his stomach against mine as he hands moved to the base of my back. His cock pulsating between us was growing even larger... I wanted him...deep inside me. My hips were grinding against his as I moved my hand down between us feeling the heat of his engorged member. My hand covered with soap was moving up and down his shaft, stopping at the tip each time and running my thumb across it, causing it to quiver in my hand. I reached further down, caressing his balls, creating more bubbles with the motion of my hand...doing circles between his balls and the area just between his balls and the cheeks of his ass. I could feel his body shudder against me and heard a very loud moan as he took one of my breasts in his mouth and bit with more force causing me to shiver. Pulling us back under the warm spray, he took his cock out of my hand and placed it at my entrance, my hips grinding against him begging him to enter me. His teeth bit on my nipple again as he thrust into me. My stomach tensed and my mouth opened...gasping for breath. Stretching and filling me, the heat of his cock against the inner walls deep inside me caused me to moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck finding his mouth. I pressed down on his lips as his body slipped against mine, his hand encasing and squeezing my breast...he thrust harder into me again. My body arched, the thrust was so great that I lost his mouth...I leaned back and cried out as I heard a low growl come from deep in his throat. Groaning, he kissed my neck. I felt his hands slide down to my hips, pulling me against him as he began to move in and out, hitting my clit with each thrust. I didn't notice another remove his clothes and enter the shower until I felt his set of hands moving up my legs. A second gasp escaped as I felt the stray hands move to the base of my back then up...gently rubbing my shoulders. The second body began to press against me. I felt the heat of his body against my back as he sandwiched me between him and Ed. The three of us covered in the slippery film of suds moved as one. Ed slowed his pace as he moved in and out of me. My hand moved behind my back grasping the second cock that was pressing into the small of my back, my soapy hands gliding faster and faster up and down this new thick pulsing staff. Ed's hands still held my hips as the other set of warm massaging fingers cupped my breasts. This warm soapy second body pressed his sudsy chest into my back, kissing and biting my neck, then kissing my shoulders as his hands slithered down my back. Ed's thrusting became harder and deeper as the second set of hands moved to my ass, caressing my cheeks, holding and pressing them forward, matching Ed's rhythm. A very soapy slippery hand then moved in between my cheeks, moving up and down the crack until a finger found my other hole and entered causing every fiber in my body to ignite. As one orgasm after another wretched through my body, my hips pressed harder down on Ed's cock and the finger inside me. My moans continued until my breath stopped. Then one strong, mind-blowing orgasm began behind my eyes...trailed down through my breasts...into the pit of my stomach...my head thrusting into Ed's shoulder...then back into the body behind me. Ed continuing to piston inside me, my hands grasping his arms, moving away from him just to be caught from behind by my other lover. My knees weakened but I couldn't fall as my two enthusiastic lovers were holding me in place, I could only let out a very loud intense moan until I finally caught my breath... "Oh God, Oh God...you guys...I'm Cumming...I'm Cumming...so hard...gritting my teeth as I continued to try and breathe feeling the energy moving through me. "Baby you feel so good, you're pussy is so tight." Ed's hand moved down and started moving across my clit. "Cum for us baby, cum for us!" The owner of the finger that was plunging in and out of my backside pressed his warm soapy body against my back, his bites on my shoulder caused my body to shake as I began to whimper and moan even louder. Then he whispered in my ear "again baby, cum for us again." My body began to convulse in spasms, releasing all the built up energy that was still spiraling inside me. I lost all control of my body, as one last orgasm shocked through my body. A final stroke deep inside me produced a very loud groan from Ed as his head jerked back involuntarily, his hot seed shooting deep inside me. I groaned and moaned feeling the rush of hot blood releasing and surging through my body, then collapsed into their arms. "Oh God...I can't handle...any more. I've never...cum so many times...so hard...Oh God." My mouth dry as I tried to breath and talk...being held up by four hands as my knees buckled out from under me. Still sandwiched between both of them, Ed leaned down recapturing my mouth only this time it was a gentle warm kiss as he moved away. I dreamily watched as he grabbed a towel before leaving the shower. The body behind me turned me around, raised my chin and kissed me hard. Please share your thoughts with me concerning "The Party House," I love receiving and answering all your e-mails!! The Party House Ch. 02 Gazing down into my eyes was Matt, Babs husband, his raging hard-on pressing against my stomach as his hands moved over my breasts and down my sides. “MMMmmm, baby, I can wait for you, you need a break”. Smiling down at me, Matt was as tan as Ed, maybe a few inches taller, with a broad white smile and laugh lines around his dark, green penetrating eyes. We grabbed our towels and headed for the living room, his wrapped around his slim hips and mine wrapped under my arms and tucked in just above my breasts. No one bothered putting their clothes back on once they had taken them off. Clothes were in little piles on the floor, some on chairs some folded neatly on different end tables or just below them beside the many sofas. Those sitting near the fire were wearing sheer lingerie the type that just barely covered their behinds when they stood up, most of the guys were just wearing their boxers or a towel, like Matt was. Couples were coming in from outside to warm up by the fire or in the showers while others were making their way up the stairs passing those that were coming down. It appeared that most of them were ready to hit the kegs again and relax beside that big hearth in the living room. Ed rejoined his wife Megan as they coiled up in front of the fire. Their legs entangled, their toes playing with each other. She was leaning back into his arms. Matt brought me a cooler as I curled up in the corner of an over stuffed sofa. He sat himself on the floor between my legs, running his fingertips down them as he sipped on his beer. “So what do you think of our little get together?” Ed asked, smiling up at me as he ran his cold glass against my leg. “These parties could become addictive," I smirked, giving his lips a wet, open kiss. “Finish your drink, and lets see if I can convince you to come back for the next one.” Smiling, he lifted my towel and brushed his chilled finger against my clit causing me to wiggle further down into the soft cushions, and then he straightened my towel, kissed my thigh and sipped again on his beer. The room filled and became alive again with the chatter of buzzing voices, the music was slow and romantic…not the booming speakers that first greeted us earlier in the evening. Everyone was sipping on one drink or another…mellow…just enough to heighten the senses. I took a drink and wondered where Blake was. Tightening my towel around me and leaving Matt on the floor beside the sofa I found my way to the tiny sandwiches, putting a few on a paper plate. Then I saw Blake approaching, and he was holding a beautiful satin hunter green baby doll nightgown. He wrapped an arm around my waist then leaned me backwards bracing me with his arm. He kissed me so hard it took my breath away. “For you,” he gestured to the gown. “I noticed your towel was still damp”. Peeking over at Matt who was now standing beside me grinning, I let my towel drop to the floor and let Blake slip the gown over my shoulders. “Perfect…it brings out the color of your eyes”, Blake and Matt beamed as they walked around me, their eyes roaming up and down my frame, tugging and straightening the hem, inspecting his work. Matt picked up the towel and handed it to Blake who disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. “Are you ready Baby to go see what’s up there”? I simply nodded, as I felt his hand reaching between my thighs. We walked up the staircase, where we entered a hallway with four bedroom doors that were partly open. I took a glance in the rooms as we walked down the hall. In one of the smaller rooms, a couple was in full heat while two guys were standing over them with their cocks in their hands…watching…moving their hands up and down over those engorged wands. In a candlelit room there were two women and a man on the bed. He was on his back as he licked one of them and the other woman had his cock in her mouth. On the floor beside them on a pile of pillows, a man was frantically humping a woman on all fours. The room was full of moans and groans as the candles flickered shadows on the wall. We moved down the hall and entered the master bedroom. Mattresses from both queen beds were on the floor, and couples were everywhere. The air was thick with the mixed smell of wet hot sex and cum. The raw wild smell permeated everything. Bodies were tangled over and under each other. Matt, still holding my hand, led me into the room. He laid down in a small space between a couple of hot sweaty bodies and pulled me down on top of him. Straddling his chest I leaned over placing my hands on both sides of him and with an open mouth pressed my tongue in between his lips. He grabbed my forearms and pulled me down hard on him, forcing his tongue to the back of my mouth, causing me to moan as I started to move my wet opening back and forth on his ribcage. His hot rigid seven inches of growing manhood begged for attention, so I wiggled down his chest rubbing my clit against his body. The sea of warm flesh moved aside as he rolled me over, our mouths still locked as his hands moved down to my breasts, squeezing them, causing my nipples to peak. Groping hands began rubbing my ankles and legs as his weight pinned me against the mattress. Someone grabbed my hands and pulled them up above my head as Matt slid down my body with his tongue. I felt another set of hands squeezing and rubbing my breasts as Matt's hands moved down between my thighs finding and caressing the wetness. The intoxicating smell of the room and the foreign hands that were groping my body had me in such a sexual state of excitement that the mere feel of Matt's hand on my entrance was almost enough to send me over the edge. Whoever was holding my hands over my head released them long enough to straddle my chest and place his cock on the lips of my mouth. My tongue reached for it, as my hands moved up and down the long thick shaft. He sat up on his knees and pushed it into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the head and running a finger down the underside until my hands reached his weighty spheres. Gently rolling the orbs in my hand, my tongue continued to slide across the tip of his cock, he started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. My hips were moving up and down on Matt’s finger, trying to get more and more of him inside me as I sucked on this new cock. Reeling from the continued sensation of being touched by flesh on every part of my body, a powerful orgasm began to build deep within me. I felt the hot stiff cock withdraw from my mouth, as the unidentified man returned to his place above my head and again grabbed my arms, holding them down against the mattress with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. Matt was between my legs, his eyes fixed on mine, my arms trapped above my head, as he moved two curled fingers inside me, his mouth on my clit, sucking and nibbling. Then I could feel his tongue tracing down my slit and then enter me, snaking in and out, my knees bent and my hips rising pushing my wetness against his mouth. I then noticed through the shadows of the door that a new figure was entering our playpen…it was Blake. Holding his drink as he sat in a chair next to us, he tipped his wrist slightly - a toast for me. Then he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, sipped his drink and watched as I squirmed. Matt’s withering tongue drew my attention away from Blake. My stomach tensing, my back arching…fighting the hands that kept my arms against the bed… “Matt…Matt…I'm Cumming…Yes... Yes... I'm Cumming!!!" Suddenly, Blake...Master…was on his knees beside me…whispering in my ear… “NO BABY!! NOT YET.” My head turned and looked into his eyes. My mouth was so dry, my stomach so tense from Matt’s tongue and fingers moving in and out of me. Release was so urgent…I looked into Masters eyes again pleading, begging… “Relax…control it.” He whispered as he ran his tongue around the edge of my ear then bit down on my neck, helping me stem the forces building inside me. He dipped his fingers in his iced drink then on my lips and whispered again, “don’t let it control you.” I took a very deep breath trying to let my body relax. The sensations still there but letting the tenseness move out of my stomach…relax…concentrate…out of my arms…out of my legs…concentrate…just feel the warmth… I felt the onrushing waves continue to build, but I was able to keep them from overflowing me. Matt looked up at Blake, nodding with a smile etched on his face… “Mount her.” Blake ordered. The power of his voice radiated throughout me as I glanced at him then at Matt. Matt removed his fingers and tilted his cock in between my thighs, lubricating it with the wetness that was dripping down between my legs. He played with his cock at my entrance. I strained and pushed, my pussy reaching, begging for his cock. He placed his hands on my waist moving his hips round and round on my mound. His cock was moving back and forth through the slipperiness of my lips. “Relax Baby, wait for it.” Blake whispered. Matt glancing once again at Master…at Blake…I also looked at Master, my eyes pleading for him to tell Matt to enter me… “Slow Matt, let her control it.” Matt began to enter me, the feel of him inside me, just the head of his cock inside me, was creating such heat that my body began to shudder. Relax…breathe deep…relax…control it…my eyes closed...feeling his manhood slide deeper and deeper inside me pushing, spreading my walls… “God Blake, she is so hot…her pussy is so hot against my cock…she is so tight... damn... she feels so good.” Matt’s breathing becoming more labored as he slowly impaled me...until I finally felt his balls swaying back and forth against my ass… “Now roll her over.” Blake’s commanding voice still guiding us…Matt held me as he moved into the sea of flesh that still kept us captive on the mattress…the hands that held my hands let go and I reached for Matt, holding him as he moved me on top of him. Bracing my hands on his chest, I sat up and began to move slowly up and down on his shaft. His eyes were closed as his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts then moved down and encircled my waist. Leaning over him and kissing his mouth, we began to grind our hips faster against each other, creating more moans and gasps to be shared with the others in the room. Suddenly, with my ass in the air, I felt warm soft hands exploring it, rubbing it, as I continued to move up and down on Matt’s cock. Blake stood up and removed his boxers letting them drop to the floor. His cock was larger than Matt’s and was fully swollen. The tip was pulsing as his hand moved slowly up and down the shaft. A drop of pre-cum glistening on the head, he moved it close to my mouth. My tongue eagerly licked away the sweet drop then I quickly swallowed him, flicking my tongue across the head inside my mouth. He withdrew himself from my mouth and moved behind me, pushing my body forward until I am sure he was getting a very good look at my ass. Feeling a very slippery cool substance on his hands, I was sure he was using some KY Jelly. There were tubes of it lying all over the room. His finger entered me from behind, I gasped, wanting so desperately to let go. The waves of energy inside me were building to a crescendo, sweat poured off my body. Mixed with Matt’s sweat our bodies slid across each other, as we quickened our pace. Blake leaned close to my ear, nibbling on it, whispering… “Wait…not yet Baby”. I felt a finger play at the rim of my backdoor. Suddenly, it entered, scissoring inside my backside. I was able to maintain control as I felt the finger withdraw and more gel poured between my cheeks, cooling my heated back entrance. I continued moving up and down on Matt’s throbbing cock, faster now, harder, taking Matt in as deep as my hips would allow, knowing Matt wanted to cum as badly as I did…both of us waiting for his command… Then I felt his cock at the entrance to my ass. Blake rubbed his member around the much-lubed hole as Matt and I continued to grind our selves against each other’s sweat soaked bodies… “NOW!!!” I screamed as I felt Blake enter me from behind, taking me all at once, his cock pressing against Matt’s with just the fine membrane separating the two. Beads of sweat poured into my eyes, Blake’s hand in my hair pulling it back as the nails of his other hand ran down my back. Ablaze from the heat of both penetrations searing through me I forced myself back down on Matt, his growl as loud as mine as his hips rose off the mattress burying his self as deep inside me as he could, grabbing and pinching my breasts painfully as his hot seed started shooting deep inside me. I felt the onrushing waves crash through my control, flooding my entire body with an orgasm I never thought possible. My entire body shook as my nerves went into a frenzy. Blinding…searing heat…raging through my body, spiraling to my brain then charging down into my spine and finally releasing through every digit of my hands and feet…collapsing…totally exhausted…trying to catch my breath…leaning over Matt, a drop of sweat falling from my hair onto his chest. He reached up and pulled my mouth down to his, gently kissing. I saw his eyes look up as I felt someone’s arms move under my knees and behind my back, wrapping me in their arms as they lifted me off the floor and pulled me close to their chest. Leaning over again with me in his arms, he grabbed the green gown and let it drift across my breasts as he carried me out of the darkened room. Looking in his eyes as he carried me down the hall, the word “NOW!!!” kept ringing in my ears. Orgasmic tremors continued to race through my brain and wash through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and rested my head against his chest, feeling safe and content. He put me down when we reached the first floor. Leaning down he retrieved the satin piece of lingerie that had fallen to the floor… “Raise your arms love.” He let the satin fall over my arms and glided it over my breasts and down my stomach. He reached down between my thighs, cupping my mound, the warmth rekindled a flame as his mouth pressed down on mine, kissing me hard. Giving me a loud smack on my bare ass, he lead me across the room to get some of those tiny sandwiches and fresh glasses filled with ice for our coolers. By now, the hearth was empty except for a few stragglers moving in and out from the pool to upstairs. Blake grabbed some firewood off the stack and placed them in the fireplace, stoking them with a poker to rekindle the fire. We sat on the rug in front of the fire waiting for the logs to catch. Blake was a man of few words but as I learned tonight his words carried a lot of power. He knew how to make his voice gentle, whispers that caught and held your attention; whispers that made you want to do what he asked. Then he had a tone that demanded you do what he wanted. That was the voice that echoed in your mind as you gazed into his eyes knowing his every word held meaning. I sat with my knee against his, staring into the fire then up at him, wondering about this Adonis, this perfect man, this man who made me hold back…this man who seemed to know exactly when to let me release… “I have to go check the fire out back, want to go along for the walk?” He stood up and offered his hand. “With you and Matt dripping down my leg I’ll be attacked by every bug within a four mile radius.” He smiled and leaned into me, putting his hand between my legs. He coated his fingers with the cum that was still running down my leg, then brought them up to his mouth then to mine, teasing me. My mouth opened eagerly as I kissed and sucked on his fingers, tasting my juices. “Let’s see if I can find a pair of sweats for you to wear. I don’t want anything biting your butt except me,” he said with a smile while squeezing my thighs. He was walking down the hall when I heard a joyful "Hey lady!" It was Sue wearing a pastel pink transparent piece of satin lingerie that floated around her as she moved. “You forgot to tell me to bring my jamies.” Laughing at her as she danced across the room, a glazed look of total contentment in her eyes. It was the look you get when you’ve been thoroughly and completely fucked. I was wondering if I had that look… “How’s it going with you-know-who?” She asked as she plopped herself down beside me. “You-know-who is getting me some sweats so we can go check the campfire. He’s a Dom Sue, you know how I feel about that.” “Aaahh, is he reaaaallllyyyy?” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they met mine. Just then Blake came back with a set of dark blue satin sweats and handed them to me. Sue grinned at me then wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck and stood on her tiptoes as he leaned down and kissed her. “See you in a while, don’t let the bugs bit." She was laughing as she went to the refrigerator and got a few pieces of ice, she dropped them in a cup and headed back upstairs. Blake turned around and watched me intently as I pulled on the bottoms of the dark blue satin sweats. I raised my arms again for him to remove my satin gown. Catching my arms in the lingerie he twisted his hands, wrapping and holding my arms in place over my head as his mouth again pressed down on mine. The fingers of his other hand traced down between my breasts as his mouth and that talented tongue moved across my nipples making them writher and become taut, pointing at him as he took them in his mouth. Letting go of the gown he reached for the blue satin top that matched the bottoms and pulled it down over my arms. My hardened nipples sticking through the soft delicate fabric were begging for attention. He moved around me as though surveying his work. Holding my hand he guided me towards the den and out the patio door to the dirt road that led to the campfire. As we walked to the fire at the back of his acreage he began talking about how his Dad had owned this land before him. There used to be row upon row of raspberry bushes behind the house. He often came home early during his senior year and found his parents in between the bushes, his Mom wearing a pink satin gown that reached her toes hiked up to her waist as his Dad took her from behind. He said he would hide behind the drapes in the den and watch as they made love out in the open thinking there was no one around for miles, never guessing that he was watching them. Mom was always barefoot, Dad would rub her feet at night and she would rub his shoulders, the sounds from their room after the lights went out seemed so natural to him, natural but arousing. He wasn’t married, had never been married, and was thirty-six years old…still looking for that someone that would fit his lifestyle. He was a Dom, born that way, knew how to control people with his voice. He had never used whips and chains or handcuffs or ropes, he believed in control…the ability to control himself as well as someone else during a passionate orgasmic climactic experience with just his voice. Walking beside this man who seemed much too gentle to be a Dom but who had already shown me his ability to control and excite the endorphins that raged through my body, we stopped as I pulled his mouth down to mine, wanting him much more than I had ever wanted anyone. Let me in on your thoughts and Please remember to vote!