Note, she is a new member of Libido Lounge, and as such this was her first womens party with us.
Titled "Maiden Voyage into Dirty Girls"Yesterday evening started with a one-hour private seminar on the G-spot and female ejaculation. To my pleasant surprise, the G-spot was something I had equal levels of experience with as I had with female ejaculation. I just didn't know that I already knew what I was doing before I went to the class, and having gone was a worthwhile experience for that very reason. There was also a planned group viewing of the G-spot and the internal anatomy of the vaginal canal. Due to unforseen complications, I found myself taking a seat in the gyno chair with the viewing tube inserted for the purpose of sharing knowledge of female anatomy with the other mentees present. I was quite comfortable with this part of my experience due to the sheer number of pap exams, colposcopies, and fetish porn I've participated in. Before I knew enough about how the human papillomavirus affects the female reproductive anatomy, I might have been too hesitant to let a half a dozen ladies take a turn looking at me with a flashlight. I was happy to share that part of myself and at last for a purpose more fun than clinical.
When class was over, more guests arrived for the party. There were ladies in body harnesses, satin camisoles, high heels, knee high socks, fishnet tights, jockeys, and boycut panties. I was taken aback by how many wonderful women came to cum together, but the conversation had to start somehow, so I set my towel on the floor like a pillow and showed a couple couch cuties my favorite toys from the previous year's Taboo Sex Show and the sales clerk position I once held at a porn store. We discussed all the different kinds of booths we've seen at the show, from online vendors who effectively set up a whole store to the many obscure retailers who have the kinds of toys one doesn't easily find in local stores. Going to the Taboo Sex Show every year on at least one evening has definitely been a worthwhile experience, so I tend to encourage attendance. In fact, free tickets to the show were given out to the attendees yesterday who did not already have tickets.
So from here, off I went into the kitchen to take in the view of the hostess (a developing habit of mine, I must confess), who handed me a platter so that I could serve all the delicious ladies who were arranged throughout the venue. I believe I exercised sound judgment by not offering to the ladies who were putting the Red Rocket to good use with a nice hard paddling, spanking, and bum-biting scene to start the night off.
Upon returning to the main room, it seemed a scheme was being formulated in which two buxom blonds would be bent over a table together; fluffed with paddles, spankings, and floggers; teased with a strap-on cock until they just couldn't take it anymore; and then hand-massaged into orgasmic agony. I couldn't help but offer myself as a fluffer! With the three of us working on the two of them, it could be accurately described as the most effective administration of implements, massage oil, and well-lubricated gloved hands recently seen on this side of the Fraser River.
We three had a screamer and a quiet moaner who would later be coaxed into screaming as well. It started with a light flogging of each delectable bum using a bungee style flogger until it was found a cat-o-nine-tails was a much better use of time, effort, and skin. I couldn't agree more. Next, a flexible leather paddle was introduced to the each of the blushing pair's posteriors, with paroxysmal bare-handed spankings and closed-fist punches in between our loving touches and the leather paddle. By this time, it was quite apparent that one of us favored the louder of our two subjects, so the other received a massage of her breasts while continuing to be paddled. It seemed at this point that with each bum glowing, and both heavy and light moans eminating, that it was time to start massaging G-spots. I took my place massaging the breasts of the quiet one while delighting in the screams of the other as my companion Tops gave their best efforts to give as many multiple toe-curling orgasms as each felt necessary. At some point, I recall crying "For God's sake, woman, let her cum!", and to my surprise, the screamer shot back with "I don't want to!"
When the Sybian fucking machine was taken out by our curvacious hostess, I took the first opportunity I could to find a front row seat and a fridge-cold beverage. It didn't occur to me for a couple of minutes that a more private room had been taken over by a pack of four women doing a three-on-one erotic massage that demanded my attention as an audience. Now I was torn between the possibility of my wildest romantic interest taking a wet ride on the Sybian and listening to the soft moans accompanying gyrating hips on the massage table. I was encouraged to barge in on the four-way, but I was much happier watching without calling attention to myself. It was beautiful to watch, and the Sybian stayed unattended for a considerable duration until I finally asked whether it was possible that bringing it out in full view was just a big tease. She told me that she has one at home too, and left me wondering for the time being.
Well I continued mostly just watching the gyrating blonds together with the two towering Tops as well as the scene that had still not ended on the Red Rocket spanking bench, which by now had moved the red-haired subject into an upward-facing position so that she could be better punched in the chest and bitten in more places than could be accessed from the other side. She was having a fantastic time, judging from her bursts of laughter. Then at some point, I was approached by a slim black-haired woman holding a 50 foot length of rope who wanted to practice a bondage technique she had watched on YouTube.
I quickly lost track of all the other girls while I sat playing with my vibrating butt plug controller and the controller for my bullet as she carefully placed lengths of rope around my torso. She introduced me to the double coin knot, which I had never previously heard of, and the rope corset she placed on me played a delightful role in my orgasm. As I played quietly with my bullets and butt plug, and as my breaths deepened with the excitement of the sensations I was feeling, I felt the rope tighten around my ribcage. It was delicious and inspiring. I had never previously incorporated a sexual aspect into bondage as a bottom, but I just might in the future.
Once the plug and bullets came out and were washed, we took the rope off. We soon began talking about the sex swing and all the wonderful ways the frame could be used in bondage when, of course, we were encouraged in short order to take the swing off and use the frame for our deviance. She asked me if I had experience with rope before and if I knew how to tie well, and of course I did. We discussed what she was comfortable with and got right into it after that. I tied her arms together in front, tied it up to the top of the frame, and then tied her right leg to the side of the frame. Once bound, she began to drift. I spread her legs apart a little more and started running my hands all up and down the full length of her soft body. I told her I hope she didn't mind, and she slowly shook her head and closed her eyes. I started playing with her nipples in my mouth, passing my hands over her soft breasts, smooth bum, and between her legs. She was completely relaxed and then asked me if I might introduce her to one of my favorite toys.
I chose the LELO vibrator I brought with me for its silicone silkiness, slid a condom over it with my arms around her, lubed it up and turned it on. When I gently pulled down her tiny black boyshort panties, I discovered a naturally beautiful vulva with a clit that stuck out just a little and petite labia. She smelled wonderful. She asked me to slide a glove on my hand and I complied with her wish before I applied a bit more strawberry flavored lube to my fingers with the vibrator against her clit and public bone, and slid my fingers inside her tight little vulva. She felt slippery and wet. I could feel the little bumps and ridges as I gently massaged her mound and sucked on her nipples. I held the vibrator with my palm while my fingers moved up and down and in small circles over her engorged G-spot. She was a wonder to watch as she gyrated and moaned, gushed over my fingers and swayed in the limited freedom of the ropes.
As she started to heat up, she asked to be allowed to lie down. I left the vibrator in her panties while I untied her leg from the frame first and then let her hands down. We continued from that point, playing with the different settings on the vibrator and massaging her G-spot. We started to kiss when she was satisfied with the vibrator, and I continued to provide her with the pleasure of G-spot massage until I was satisfied that she had a sufficiently heightened mood. We cuddled and talked when the ropes came off, and she was so warm and relaxed, it just felt great to be there. I am very grateful for Libido Lounge, because without this place for women to meet, I would not have had the space or equipment to facilitate this experience.
