Becky and Corey met on one of the many kinky dating apps about a year ago. They both had just ended long and dull relationships and wanted nothing serious. They wanted fuckbuddies for occasional great times. Their chemistry seemed to be a perfect match. Becky liked it rough, fresh and exciting and Corey more than enjoyed giving her what she craved. As they explored their likes and dislikes their appetite for deviance gradually grew.
It was Becky who suggested they should involve a third or even fourth party into their play sessions. Corey had a few friends from both gender, who were available to join such frolics, but Becky said she’d rather meet strangers. So they agreed, that they will try swinging. First, they browsed the app, they hooked up on, having known, that it was favoured by swingers too. It proved very time-consuming. There are a lot of fake profiles and window shoppers on these apps.
Swingers clubs were the next obvious idea. Becky, being a little, posh, slightly spoiled, middle-class girl wouldn’t just settle for any seedy local club. She wanted to travel to London and try either an elite sex party or one of the best swingers clubs. She was twenty-eight, young, blonde, with a nice athletic body; she slid through the elite clubs’ membership vetting system with ease. Corey was thirty-three and even though for men it is tougher to get accepted, as a couple he had no problem at all.
The first time they went, they were just testing the waters. The second time Becky hooked up with an older guy and gave him a blow job in a private room while Corey watched. She decided, she didn’t want to go further that night, but was so turned on that the two of them had a very wild session, once they were back to their hotel room.
Month by month Becky became more daring and adventurous. They did a few couple swops, threesomes and foursomes. After about half a year they settled into a routine: Becky usually came up with a kinky fantasy she wanted fulfilled and if they found suitable play partners they would go on to pursue it.
That special Saturday of the month was only a few days away and as always, the couple was very horny. They met up the Thursday before and had sex three times during that one night. In the second round, Becky was riding Corey’s nice hard rod, when she decided to hint at her latest fantasy, they were to live out the forthcoming weekend. Having that filthy image in her mind made her pussy very wet. As she whispered the details into Corey’s ears she had to slow down her grinding motion as both her and Corey were very close to coming. She even had to get off him, when he decided to suck on her nipples and instead saddled his chest for a minute leaving a slick line of her juices behind when she got on top again.
“Thanks for that image. I can’t get it out of my head now. It is fucking hot, Becks. You are such a filthy fucking girl,” Corey hissed through clenched teeth, shooting his hot cum into Becky’s tight pussy.
The greedy little girl’s latest fantasy involved two other men. And a lot of rough handling.
Sometimes they preferred to go to parties, which were single women and couples only (when they - or more precisely miss Rebecca - lusted for another girl) but this time the monthly ‘Sinner’ party was obviously a better choice. They arrived fashionably late to the posh Chelsea address. Becky wanted to make sure the place was already full, and she would be able to choose from a wide selection of men.
A young, blonde bombshell like Becky had no problem getting what she wanted. And she liked to flaunt her sexual power. As soon as they entered the building – which reminded her of a classical library with its high ceiling and arched halls — she let Corey sort out the drinks while she was already on the prowl.
She sashayed around the bar in her revealing red cocktail dress and fox mask, flirting with men, rubbing herself to a few, like a cat in heat, yet somewhat more discreetly. She recognised a few familiar faces even with their masks on and smiled and waved at them in a way that said ‘we meet later, I’m on a mission’. When she decided on the two most suitable candidates she simply walked up to them and brazenly asked, if they’d help her fulfil her fantasy in a private room.
The two men joined her and Corey, who was sipping his usual vodka-lime. He offered a frozen strawberry daiquiri to Becky – her choice of poison for the night. The men shook hands and exchanged a few words. Corey loved his role of being Becky’s one-man entourage; consort, PA and bodyguard. He was the one to set the rules and make sure they were being followed. And most importantly, he was the one taking her home at the end of the night, which made him the envy of most, if not all, men – and couples – in the room.
Within minutes the three men followed Becky into an empty playroom. Approximately another fifty desperate pairs of eyes also followed them. Maybe one day I won’t mind doing it in front of all these others, she thought. But not yet.
The private room was lit by a giant mood light, similar to a lava lamp, but it was a giant, transparent floor to ceiling column and the floating wax bubbles were lit by a light, that was in the process of changing from blue to purple. The music was different than the one in the main hall. It was slower and more erotic. Once you stepped foot in one of these rooms, you were instantly in the mood.
When Corey locked the door behind them Becky removed her mask. The men followed suit and smirked approvingly. They went through the introduction earlier when Becky approached them. She tried to recall their names. She was really useless with names, but in situations like this she made an extra effort. And in any case, she had the kind of ditzy blonde girl’s smile to go with it, the one, that lets you get away with anything, including murder.
“Maxwell, if I remember correctly,” she looked at the older guy, - who still wasn’t much older than forty - and smiled a kind of smile, that could have been described as shy, if it wasn’t for the place and the circumstances.
“And, Ryan?”
Ryan nodded. He was tall, blonde, - including a dirty blonde, perfectly trimmed and groomed full beard. He somehow gave out the vibe of an airline pilot. He had the kind of face and posture that made you think he can easily steer and fly a hundred-ton machine and not crash it into a mountain. Unless he was having a particularly bad day. He was wearing a white shirt with a white tie that had all sorts of creepy crawlies on it.
“Love your tie,” Becky flirted, “it’s different and a bit disturbing.” She lowered her voice, “And I like different and slightly disturbing.”
Ryan’s facial expressions changed from a smirking polite gentleman to one of a wild beast hunting its prey. He swept her blonde locks off her shoulder and licked her skin from her shoulder bone up to the back of her ear, leaving a field of goose bumps behind. “We are definitely here to cater to ‘slightly disturbing’.”
The other man stepped closer removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Becky loved these first few teasing minutes. Their hurried kisses on her body, their fingers scribbling sensual lines on her skin, edging closer and closer to her most sensitive parts, firing high alert signals into her psyched up brain. The anticipation was almost better than what was to follow. The sweet suspense lit a burning fire between her legs.
She was a bit of a masochist and was sometimes tempted to tell them to stop. To tell them they are not allowed to go any further. She decided that one day she will make that one come about too. An ‘anything goes except penetration’ night.
Wouldn’t it be fucking sweet? She was sure she’d be begging like she never begged in her life. Corey would be good at keeping her in line if something like that happened. He wouldn’t let her get out of her own rules. Would he? Anyway, today they were on another mission, to fulfil a different fantasy.
Ryan had the wicked idea that she should be wearing his tie now. And nothing else. Her red dress was hurriedly removed along with her soaked panties and balconette bra. The Bugsy tie was knotted around her long feminine neck by skilful fingers. Not only was her beautiful cleavage now emphasised with such an out of place piece but it sort of looked like a collar and a leash. That gave her another very very filthy fantasy for her ‘maybe next time’ filing cabinet.
Corey stepped closer and stated that her safe word was coffee and she didn’t really have any hard limits. “And don’t forget to keep all your cum for the end,” he reminded them.
And with that, the show was on.
Becky dropped to her knees and simultaneously unzipped the two other men’s flies and took their already rock-hard cocks out. She wondered, whether men sported hard-ons from the minute they stepped through the door till they left the building regardless of how many sessions they participated in – as, she thought, it definitely would be the case for me, if I were a man.
Maxwell was average size, the other one more of a porn star proportions. She tasted one, then the other, alternating randomly, sucking their bulbous heads, rubbing their shafts. Her sidekick kneeled down in front of her and suckled on her hard nipples. She reacted with a muffled moan, her left hand reaching out for Corey’s tool which still needed rescuing from his pants.
They all removed their remaining clothes and Becky was drinking in the sight of three beautiful muscular bodies. None of them were ripped, just strong enough to lift her lithe body into the air and manipulate her into different positions to fuck and take advantage of.
Her whole body reddened and trembled with anticipation as she was placed on top of a black leather sofa which stood towards the back of the room. They put her on very indecent display: all fours with her hands up on the back of the sofa, little, perky ass out to seek attention. The two men shared a grin in agreement of their luck. They’ve been coming to sex parties for years, but girls like Becky don’t often walk through the door. Not only she had a mouth-watering body, she was shamelessly wanton and confident.
She revelled being on display so openly and her dripping pussy was proof of that. She loved the way that she had one element of the night under her control but all the rest was a blank page of a dirty book to be written by the dark minds of these two strangers. She couldn’t care less how, she just wanted to be filled. And soon.
Her writhing body became one with the music, her heartbeat aligned with the thumping beat. Where their hands brushed against her delicate skin, it became magnetised. Her silhouette followed their every move, like a cat rubbing herself to her owner. ‘Give me more’ her gyrating body and guttural moans said. And the men complied. One was soon feeding his fingers into her hungry cunt, the other, her mouth, foreshadowing what her fate was to be shortly.
“Jesus, this is too much,” she sighed with a primal grunt escaping her mouth when Ryan withdrew his fingers from it. He held her throat firmly and resumed roughly impaling her oral cavity with two or three digits. Maxwell decided to lick her from clit to star and started opening her very soaked, very swollen, very sensitive labia. When he spread them like obscene butterfly wings he gently patted his masterpiece with his palm.
“Gawd,” she grunted with Ryan’s fingers inside her mouth, “ya ah maki meh kam.”
“Fuck, Becky,” said Corey through gritted teeth, “that is not the fucking plan.”
Becky wasn’t sure where he had been before, – probably spectating like he normally does - but now he stepped to her head and gathered her already dishevelled ash-blonde locks into a ponytail and tied it with a black pony band. It was a move they practiced many times and being handled by him like that turned her on acutely.
Maxwell took his hand off her and Becky instantly became aware of her need and emptiness. Then Corey spoke again in a deep, menacing tone to the other two, “I have fucked her three times two days ago, explicitly for the reason so she won’t be a needy little slut but here we are, you barely laid hands on her and she is all ready to cum."
