"I only agreed to be here tonight because they were getting rid of that room," moans my girlfriend Daphne. We have just had a lovely foursome with her friends Bobbi and Rita, and were about to join the broader Halloween orgy in progress when we heard a passing partygoer mention a "Gangbang Room." That triggered a response in her almost akin to shock.

"They did get rid of it, baby!" soothes Bobbi. "There is no Gangbang Room anymore. Not in that sense, anyway."

"Then why ... ?"

"I think that guy was using the old name. Very insensitively, given the history."

Rita explains, "They replaced it with the 'Goddess Worship room,' where women who want to be with multiple lovers can enjoy a more consentful and respectful environment. The rules are very strict."

"Don't worry, baby," echoes Bobbi. "It can't happen again. And they've added stronger consent rules to the other rooms, too."

Again? I don't exactly know what happened before, and it's not the time to probe for details. Daphne's hinted at abusive men in her past, and I'm inferring that a bad experience in this so-called "Gangbang Room" was part of her trauma. All I can do now is hold her in my arms and let her cry on my chest. "We love you, Daphne. If you feel uncomfortable here and want to leave, we can go right now. Whatever you want, we'll do." As the love of my life, Daphne comes first. And I'm not talking about orgasms.

She waves Bobbi and Rita in for a long, naked group hug, Bobbi's and Rita's boobs squeezed against her. As Daphne breaks the hug, Bobbi observes my semi-flaccidity. "Bonus points, Joe, for keeping your arousal under control while hugging three naked women."

"I hope you're not done for the night, Joey," taunts buxom Rita, whom I was just drilling on top of a desk not ten minutes ago, as she briefly grabs my member. It instantly stiffens, to which she reacts with, "Ooh, I think not," in her Betty Boop voice that matches what used to be her costume.

Unperturbed by another woman fondling me, Daphne says she would like to visit the Bukkake room first.

Clearly, she has recovered her nerve.

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As we explore a warren of former offices converted into sex dens, I see various theme rooms: "Straight Only," "Omnisexual," "Trans Space," "Mild BDSM," "Dungeon," "Men's Bate Club," "Glorious Other," and even two paired rooms for general-purpose "Voyeur" and "Exhibitionist" aficionados.

We eventually reach the Bukkake room and read the posted rules. The first two, as for all the rooms, are that no one has to have contact with anyone they don't want to, and that direct body shaming is forbidden, even when someone's appearance is the reason for invoking the first rule.

The rules more specific to Bukkake include no vaginal or anal intercourse, one recipient at a time, and that masculine-presenting recipients should instead use the Cocks Only room if they have one of those organs, or Glorious Other if they don't. Also, no one's penis - or semen - may actually touch the recipient's mouth or face unless she explicitly requests it.

We enter the room to find eight men and one trans woman jerking off around a sixtyish, gray-haired woman on her knees. Behind her, two other women await their turn to 'receive.' The current recipient seems enthralled at getting this treatment in a safe setting, with some cum already on her cheeks and in her hair. Once she's taken several guys' loads (having first consented to that), she stands up and smears the semen around her mature chest. One of the men who has just cum, obviously her partner, dutifully licks it all up, provoking applause.

The next woman in line receives three loads on her body, but without contacting the guys at all. The third woman insists on taking each cock in her mouth in turn, including the trans woman's. She gets fed and/or painted five times.

When Daphne's turn comes up, she kneels, her eyes surveying the men around her but coming back to me. I indicate my approval and mouth, "I love you, baby." Louder, I encourage, "Enjoy yourself, Daph. You've never looked hotter."

Like the woman before her, Daphne takes turns sucking the cocks around her, encouraging the cockbearers to cum in her mouth or on her as they please. She goes right up to the posted time limit, having received three loads on her body and four in her mouth.

I beckon her over and wrap my arms around her. "That was beautiful, Daphne. I'm really proud of you."

She replies by bringing her lips to mine and snowballing me as much cum as she'd been able to hold in her mouth. Just as I'd hoped! Bobbi and Rita voice their approval.

Rita cradles Daphne in her arms while we watch Bobbi, who was next in line behind Daphne, receive her Bukkake treatment, while I join in the circle of male donors. She still looks great in what's left of her naughty nurse getup, her long, bright red hair matched by lipstick-reddened nipples and a dyed red bush. She gives remarkably good head, too, but ultimately has us guys cum all over her hair instead of in her mouth. Her time runs out before I can make my own contribution, but maybe it's best not to deplete my reserves too quickly anyway.

Bobbi and Rita seem content to defer to Daphne in calling tonight's action, I suspect out of sympathy for the horror that apparently happened last time. "Joe, I've seen you suck a rubber cock, but not yet a real one. You know that's high on my list." The other two ladies lightly clap their hands in support of this suggestion.

"So, I guess I go into the Cocks Only room ... and just find a guy? I'm thrilled to, but you won't get to see it."

"Yes, we will," explains Bobbi. "There's a big window between the front sections of the Hens Only and Cocks Only rooms. Those who don't want the opposite sex to watch can head towards the back, but those who want to show off their same-sex action for the opposite sex can do that. And you do want to show off your cocksucking skills for us, don't you?"

"Damn right I do."

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One of the larger rooms in this enclave, Cocks Only features nearly thirty men of various shapes, ages and races, as well as a handful of trans women, and it is a magnificent gallery of once-forbidden male ecstasy. I see two Black men buttfucking on a couch. Two other men sixty-nining on a mattress. Four men with studded collars fucking each other senseless in a daisy chain. Men kissing each other while rubbing their cocks together. And of course, men fellating other men. My own manhood almost hurts, it's so erect at the spectacle. I could spend the evening just watching. Or better yet, making the rounds.

But what's good for the goose is even better for the gander, so my immediate objective is the designated "Bukkake Corner," with excellent sightlines to the women watching from the Hens' room. I get in line behind six other men.

"First time, handsome?" asks the hairy, somewhat beefy-built guy in front of me, in a deep yet slightly gay-sounding voice. His warm brown eyes melt me in a way I'm not used to from a guy.

I guess my nervousness is obvious. "Yes," I stammer awkwardly. "I mean, no ... efellr, not the first time with a guy, that is. I'm ... yeah, I guess in here ..." I sweep my arm, indicating the action before us. "... I can publicly admit I'm Bisexual, can't I? First time doing something like this, though."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Especially with the cheering section you seem to have over in the Hens'." On their side of the glass, Daphne, Rita and Bobbi have been taunting me by sucking each other's tits. When they observe that Stan and I are talking about them, Rita and Daphne fried-egg their different-sized boobies against the window.

We continue chatting amiably for some time. Stan, as I learn he's called, seems genuinely interested in me, as well as genuinely interesting. I think I would enjoy spending time with him even if we weren't connected by a shared hunger for gentleman sausage.

"I should mention," Stan whispers into my ear as his turn approaches, "that one of my biggest turn-ons is seeing a straight-presenting guy getting into it with other men."

"Then prepare to get turned on, because that's what you're going to see." This leads to a long sensual kiss, punctuated by brief grasps of each other's cocks. I cannot believe how much I want this guy. "Will you join the circle after your turn 'receiving'?" I hiss in his ear, my knees almost weak with lust. "I would really love to suck you off once I'm in the middle, Stan."

"I'd be honored, Joe. I was going to jerk off during my turn, but if you'd like, I can save my load for you."

As Stan's turn comes up and I watch him suck a circle of cocks, I realize that although by now I've had plenty of sex with men, including three gay men, I feel an attraction to him quite unlike anything I've had before. If I weren't with Daphne, I'd be inclined to ask him out. To, like, dinner and stuff. I've never done that with a guy, but with Stan it sounds fun. But that might be too much for Daphne, I think.

When Stan's turn is over, he stands up, briefly kisses me so I can taste the fresh cum in his mouth, and says, "Your turn, handsome."

I drop to my knees in front of seven men of various builds, levels of hairiness, skin tones and sizes of cock - all of which are pointed at me and being stroked by their manly hands. My fucking God. No offense to Daphne, who is of course watching, but this is the most erotic experience of my life, knowing that these guys are turned on by me. By what I'm about to do to them. By the idea of feeding me their cum. And unlike a couple of the guys in the straight Bukkake room, none of them look predatory, or dissociated. They all seem kind, eager and present. I taste them all and enjoy them all, making a point of looking into each of their eyes as I suck them, and they all return the loving look, some placing a hand on my shoulder, running his fingers through my hair or even grasping my hand in his. Even as a practicing Bisexual, I don't think I realized until just now how much I really love cock.

One Hispanic guy's unit is girthy enough to strain my jaw and too long to get much more than half in my mouth. I give him my best effort, though, and he seems to appreciate it, being the first to flood my mouth with jizz. Another schlong is noticeably smaller than my own, but I can envelop him entirely, giving him full-length bobs that quickly prod him to feed me man-cream sweeter than the big guy's. He seems like a nice guy too, and in a different version of this party I could see myself inviting him to a private room to find out just how nice and easy his cute little tool glides up my asshole.

When I get to Stan, he cradles my head and murmurs encouragements as I take in his beautiful uncircumcised joint, my tongue exploring around and underneath his foreskin much as I do with a woman's labial convolutions. Yes, I would like to spend more time with this hot guy some other night, I think. Do I dare ask?

I finally bring Stan off just before my twenty minutes run out, and given how long I've made him wait, it's no surprise that he feeds me a huge, tasty cum-dump. He helps me to my feet and takes me in his arms for a creamy, long-lasting kiss. "I hope you don't mind my asking, Joe, but I really like you. Can I see you again sometime? Assuming your girlfriends don't mind?"

Would I? Not that I'd ever choose Stan over Daphne, or even Rita, but the idea of seeing him again is exhilarating. He finds a pen and gently writes his contact information on my forearm. "I hope you call me, Joe. You really are my type."

I'd never thought about having a "type" when it came to men. Now it seems I do, and Stan is it.

I know Daphne's supposed to be the center of attention tonight, but when I leave the Cocks Room, my three lovelies drag me into a private room, kissing me, stroking my cock and enthusing lavishly about how hot it was to watch me service all those men. They especially gush over my interaction with Stan. Was it that remarkable?

"I think my boyfriend has a boyfriend," taunts Daphne gently.

"I don't have to go through with it if you don't want me to. You always come first."

She smacks me in the chest with both hands. "Are you kidding me, Joe?! Being in an open relationship can be about more than just having sex with other people. Even through the glass, we can see that there's a real spark between you two. Have you been attracted to a man like this before?"

"Not really, no," I admit, still stunned (or is it Stanned?) at how much I want to see him again.

"Oh my God, Joe, you have to do this! Find out what it means to go on a date and explore your feelings for another man." Rita and Bobbi concur with Daphne's viewpoint, telling me how beautiful it is to see a straight-presenting guy open up like this. Daphne further encourages, "I know you love me first, Joe, and I trust you. Stan's not going to 'turn you gay.' Now trust yourself."

Once this topic is exhausted, Daphne announces that she's ready to try the Goddess Worship Room.

"Are you sure?" all three of us ask, Rita and Bobbi holding her hands in support.

"Joe, I should tell you that things got really out of control last year in the ... what was then called the ... the 'Gangbang Room,'" Daphne says, her blue-gray eyes as fiercely steely as I've ever seen. "Some of the guys were not very nice. Physically. But it was the names a couple of the guys called me that hurt me the most."

"And that's even though you and I both had bruises that didn't go away for a month," Bobbi points out. "The words hurt more. And you got the worst of that."

"You were awfully brave even showing up tonight," supports Rita. "And you don't have to do this."

"I am awfully brave," Daphne announces defiantly. "And I'm going to face this thing down."

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The newly reinvented Goddess Worship Room has a stricter list of rules than the others, except possibly the BDSM rooms. Partners must be invited to the bed, and every single contact with the recipient, from kissing to touching to penetration, requires explicit affirmative consent. Condoms are mandated for anal and vaginal penetration, with no exceptions even for spouses.

Decorated to look like a large, inviting bedroom, this is a popular venue. The female recipients' line is ten deep, and there must be twenty men and women watching and encouragingly cheering on the current recipient, telling her how beautiful and desirable she is. A whiteboard indicating her name as Darlene, this platinum blonde in her forties or maybe fifties lies on a four-poster bed, getting fucked by one man while another gently pumps his cock into her mouth. Two other men are on either side of her, her hands stroking their cocks. A woman kneels over her, sucking her breasts.

It takes a long time for Daphne to reach the front of the line, even though some women only go for a few minutes. But we are witnessing such a spectacle that none of us minds the wait. Despite all of the rules, or maybe because of them, the vibe is warm, supportive and impossibly erotic. It is exactly what the room name implies - Goddesses being worshipped - and just as magical as it implies too. It's how I've always tried to treat the women I've dated, and frankly what I think they all deserve.

When it's Daphne's turn, she executes a nearly-naked curtsy, still just wearing the tiara and choker from her French maid outfit, and fills in the blanks on the whiteboard, also checking pretty much all the opt-in boxes:

- Hi, my name is Daphne. Worship me, for I am a Goddess.
- My Safe Word tonight is Croissant.
- I desire to be worshipped by: X-cis men X-cis women X-trans men X-trans women X-nonbinary.
- I desire to be worshipped via: X-touching X-kissing X-vaginal penetration X-oral X-anal X-cunnilingus.

As in the Bukkake room, she glances at me for encouragement. Knowing that this is her moment, not mine, I mouth, "I love you. Have fun," and melt back into the crowd as a docent carries out her request to bind her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

Daphne's worshippers, male and female, prove to be kind, gentle and adorative. Fifteen minutes into her allotted twenty, her worthy pussy has brought three men to orgasm, and her mouth a fourth man and then a woman. She appears to have cum two or three times herself, the bondage ironically giving her the freedom to flail around and truly lose control. I make a mental note to explore this with her later.

Then Daphne asks to be double-penetrated, helpers lifting her so one man can probe her ass from underneath while another shoves a really meaty cock into her twat. "Spitroast me!" she soon gasps, beckoning a third man to fill her up. Over the next three minutes, she builds to the most spasmodic orgasm I've ever seen, straining the ropes with all her strength. All three men manage to get off too, two more who are standing nearby also spewing onto her.

As her time expires and she is freed from the ropes, I sweep Daphne into my arms. Hacking the moment, Rita belts out, "Who knows what tomorrow brings?" the opening line of "Up Where We Belong," in a clear soprano voice.

"Seriously, Rita?" I mutter, rolling my eyes sarcastically as I carry Daphne across the room.

My reaction only seems to embolden the crowd to laugh and cheer on the cheesiness. Some baritone in the back of the room echoes, "In a world where few hearts survive." I would never have chosen to reenact the ending of Officer and a Gentleman, but there's no stopping it. Rita continues singing the Jennifer Warnes part and Bobbi takes the Joe Cocker part all the way through the chorus as I carry my beloved down the hall and into a private room to debrief and recuperate.

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"That was so wonderful!" says Daphne, wiping away tears. "You don't think any less of me, do you, Joe? That was really, really slutty."

"If you are a slut, then I am honored to be with the most beautiful, and lovable, and desirable slut-Goddess that I can imagine. You were amazing in there."

"Oh, you are just the Joe I was always looking for. Someone who doesn't put me down, but lifts me up."

"Up where you belong," I remind her snarkily, prompting a tearful giggle. "I'm so proud of you. You've just stared down your demon. You could have bailed, and I would have supported you all the way." I'm almost tearful myself as I say, "But you stood up and cut the head off the fucking snake."

Daphne, Rita and I engage in one long, slow, tender foursome, everyone loving everyone's orifices in every way, though Daphne ends up mostly going at it with Bobbi, and me with Rita. I must say I really enjoy her, and I'm relieved that Daphne doesn't mind one bit. She trusts me to come back to her. Which I do once the sex is over, Rita likewise canoodling again with Bobbi.

"Even after tonight's pleasures," Daphne summarizes, "there are so many more things I want to see you do, Joe. Your lovemaking with Stan should just be with Stan, of course, so we need to find some other guy I can watch you fuck. And eat his cum out of me."

"We'll work on finding the right guy to do those dirty deeds with," I promise.

That's a promise to my readers, too. Stay tuned for the deeds in the next installment, "Daphne's Double Date."