From the DO Vault: Hotel Sweets

Since, for the moment, in my working-out-of-town-state, it’s just me and the Hitachi Magic Wand, I’m going to delve back in time to the lost but not forgotten days of Dark Odyssey Spring Fire. “What?” you may ask, “haven’t you spilled those savory secrets already?” A Gold Slut knows how to save for a rainy day, and I’ve held onto this morsel for just such an occasion.

I wore one of my favorite outfits. A long, lace negligee in black and red, very sheer. I bought it for $5 in a great little store full of trashy underwear for big girls. The men were naked and the women were in lingerie; that was the premise of the party. As if we needed a premise… pack a horde of randy swingers into a hotel suite with free flowing booze… and party all night! I remember a glorious moment watching the hostess pressed up against the window that faced the Capital Building, clothes torn away, two men doing their best to please her. Take that Congress! The Perverts are here to play!

I was lying in the center of a vast king-sized bed. My first playmate of the night had given me a good hard fucking, but then left abruptly when C entered the room. He made a joking remark, “who’s this fucking my girlfriend?” Something like that. The guy jumped up, muttering something about making way for C, then bolted. We learn, little by little, what kinds of humor work in these situations, and what doesn’t. Sigh. I do love that my boyfriend can scare someone off with a joke, makes a gal feel safe walking down the street, believe me. So I sat in a state of Coitus Interruptus, sharing a laugh with my love.

An influx of raucous guests filled the room, and then the bed. I found myself rapidly transformed from the girl with the vacant thighs to the one at the center of an orgy. A dear friend was lapping at my left nipple, and, with an enthusiastic wave, she urged another dear friend over to take care of my right. What are friends for? The gentleman friend of the second woman took pride of place between my legs. He began that delicious combination of firm fingers and a fierce tongue that always sends me over the edge. With three tongues and a plethora of fingers at work on me, I melted into spasms and moans, riding the face of the kind gentleman, while the two friends tickled and teased me. I don’t think of myself as a squirter, but there was quite an impressive wet spot in that grand king -sized bed.

I hear the Hitachi whispering my name. Perhaps I will remember more tomorrow.

Published in: on October 11, 2007 at 2:05 am  Comments (3)  

I Want Candy

It was our first night at Dark Odyssey Spring Fire. It had been a long day: an enjoyable but tiring ride down, a series of fun icebreaker social events, and a nice meal with friends. I had been sick the week before, a nasty bout of bronchitis, so I was thinking that I would turn in on the early side, get a good night’s sleep, and be ready to face the rest of the weekend of debauchery fresh as a daisy.

C and I were going to take one last wander around the play spaces and then head up to our hotel room. In the main socializing space, we ran into some friends. They weren’t ready to call it a night, and we followed them back into the Sex-o-rama. I was still thinking I’d just watch the beginning of whatever was going to happen, and then head up to bed. I lay down on this divine red sex lounger. It’s designed to be an ideal shape on which to have sex, but it’s also just darn comfortable. I lay there dreamily listening to my friends begin to fuck. I could have dozed off happily. But C was tapping my shoulder. “Candy and Serge are here,” he whispered excitedly.

Candy had emailed C earlier in the week. She had liked his profile, and sent him a flirty message. He and I checked her out together, and liked what we saw. A curvy punk rock goddess with pink and purple hair. Yummy! They had emailed and then talked on the phone, and it turned out her Daddy Serge was of interest to me too. We were all longing to meet in person, and had sensibly set up a lunch date for the next day. But suddenly there we were, the four of us, in the Sex-o-rama.

Candy, delicious bad girl that she is, likes punishment. Serge handed C a Wartenberg Wheel, and he ran it up and down Candy’s bare legs. She whimpered with pleasure. As C slowly moved the wheel up to Candy’s stunning bare tits, Serge produced yet another wheel and handed it to me. Serge kissed and soothed Candy, while C and I went to town with the double wheel action. Serge urged us on and advised as to where to run the wheels for maximum sensation, and throughout, Serge and I were sending sizzling looks to each other across Candy’s body. We ran the wheels along the underside of her knee, the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and, as we grew more daring with her, around the outside of her pussy lips. It was an easy transition to pull aside her panties, and for C to slip his skillful fingers into her eager pussy. I continued to torment her with the wheel, moving up to her breasts, where I paused to suck and tease her straining nipples. This path was bringing me closer and closer to Serge, who was still positioned at Candy’s head. Candy was making fantastic noises, as she wallowed in the pleasure mingled with pain. My pussy was wet with the powerful joy of it. I abandoned Candy to C’s ministrations and I threw myself against Serge.

We were so hot for each other—it was electric. Playing with Candy together had revved us both up to a very high level. We kissed viciously, biting at each other. I wriggled out of my top and he attacked my tits. I pushed them against him, stuffing his mouth. We wrestled our way to a nearby couch and he pushed me down on it, ripping off my stockings and panties. He grabbed my thighs with strong hands, and pushed them up and open. My wet pussy was spread before him, and again he attacked. His tongue went mercilessly for my clit. At first I didn’t think I could bear it. I breathed deeply and bucked back against him, forcing myself to ride out the torturous pleasure. Suddenly C had pushed Candy into exactly the same position next to me. Her legs were up in the air, her head back against the couch, her gorgeous tits heaving, C’s mouth buried in her cunt. I wish we had a picture of that moment: synchronized pussy eating. Candy and I were both screaming with pleasure. We grabbed each other’s hands, ran our fingers over each other’s bodies, seeking a place to brace ourselves against each other to better take the thrilling onslaught of tongues and lips. I came first, screaming and shaking, slamming my cunt against Serge’s relentless mouth. Candy followed right after, and we howled together, tangled on the couch.

Then I wanted Serge’s cock in my mouth. We rapidly switched places, and I licked and sucked him, still buzzing with the energy that the four of us were generating. I took him deep into my throat and then he was the one crying out. “I want to fuck you,” he insisted, pulling me up. He lay back on that sweet red lounger, so perfectly constructed for me to climb on top of his cock and ride him. I rocked back and forth, squeezing my pussy muscles tight, grinding him into the lounger. Candy had positioned herself behind me, and was urging me on and playing with my ass. I was a naked cowgirl, tits flying as I rode him and rode him, until he came screaming.

Candy and C helped me up off of Serge; my legs had turned to jelly. We all looked at each other, panting and smiling. Serge laughed. “And we were trying to be all polite and shit, meeting for lunch.” We all laughed and laughed at that. And we did have a very nice lunch the next day.

Published in: on April 29, 2007 at 11:06 pm  Comments (12)