Lisa and her Kinks

There is a recurring fantasy that brings me to orgasm, Lisa.

We are going to a party, you and five other men.

You choose what I wear. The top is something that pushes my breasts together and my nipples are exposed.  A skirt so short that anyone can see the bottom of my ass.  Other times the men will choose it before I arrive, place an order with you, then you tell me what to put on before we leave the house. Either way, by the time I'm dressed, I am already wet and aware how these men will be looking at me.

Once at the party, I stand beside your chair. That is my position. Close enough that you can reach me without moving, close enough so the men across the room can see every bit of me.

They take turns. One at a time, telling you what they want to see you do to me.

“Have her take your whole cock in her mouth.”

You take the back of my head and push me down, I open my mouth and my lips go around your hard cock. You leave it there until my eyes water, and from across the room I can hear the change in the men’s breathing. All five of them have their cocks out in their hands watching me suck you, and someone says “Don't let her up yet” and you hold me there another few more seconds with your cock in my throat.

“Make her spread her legs.”

I move feet apart while I am on the floor, and my short skirt is high on my ass that they can see my pussy and how wet I am.

“Come on her face.”

When you're ready, you pull my head back by my hair and cum across my cheeks and lips. The men watch me take it as I open my mouth for the last squirt, watching me swallow all of it. The room is very quiet except for the sound of their hands moving.

They bring things.

This is another part of the ritual I've come to anticipate. We arrive with a bag or a case and you open it to lay the contents out on the side table. A whip with a thin leather tail. A thick red dildo. Nipple clamps on a chain and a gag ball. Occasionally, there is something new, like a blindfold, a length of rope, or a vibrator you hold against my clit while I try to stay upright.

You use these items on me according to the men’s instructions and your choice. The nipple clamps go on and the chain between them hangs. Other times nipple clamps with little bells that tinkle when I move. The whip is not for pain, but a sharp snap across my ass or thighs that leaves my ass pink and stinging. The red dildo goes where they ask, sometimes my pussy and other times my ass, and the men seem to like that the most.

The gag ball only comes out when I'm getting too loud. 

We've been doing this every few months. The men are not always the same. You seem to rotate them and occasionally bring along new men, and I don’t know where they come from or if it is some kind of arrangement you have with them. It doesn't matter.

But the event I fantasize about most is when you are telling me to get up on the table to spread my legs, baring my naked pussy.

It starts with the low table in the center of the room, and you tell me to climb up on it and dance for the men.  I am on the table, stripping off my clothes as they are in their chairs. I worked each of them in turn with my hips and tits. I am down low at face level with them. Showing the slit of my pussy from inches away from their faces and pinching my nipples for each of them.  I can see their expressions, how they study my body. All the men are sitting in chairs with their cocks in their hands, watching me spread my legs and rub my pussy and pinch my nipples. You are watching all this happen. 

For the finale.

I lay back on the table, with you telling me to spread my legs. I bring my knees up and open my thighs, now completely exposed. I sit up and turn to the nearest man, and kiss the head of his cock. Only the tip, sometimes my lips closing around the head, for a moment, then pulling back and moving to the next one. I do this to each of the men. My mouth opens, one kiss on the head of their cock, and looking up at their face as I do this. I can taste the precum.

You told one man could touch me. His hands on my tits, one each, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers while I sat on the table with my legs open for the others. I kept touching myself while he worked my nipples.

Then you said, Lay back down

I lay back on the table, legs open, heels on the edge. You pointed at one of the men who had been here twice before, and you told him I want you to make her come.

He knelt at the end of the table between my legs and looked up at you.

Use your tongue, do it slowly

He did. He licked my pussy, over and over, in small circles, tickling my clit

Push her pussy lips, let everyone see her clit, Now bite it, gently, nibbles

For some reason, you told him to stop.  I was near an orgasm. Then you stood up and walked to the head of the table, and you fed your cock into my open mouth.  I sucked your cock as men watched, then you cum down my throat.

Afterward, the men wanted to know if they could take turns. If they could each have what that man had just had. You never let them.

I don't know why you haven't allowed it again since that night. I've wondered, but I don't ask.

We do this every couple of months. The men come and go. I never question.