I’m not a horrid filthy bitch, but I can be… or more like, I used to be (pre 2 kids, a full-time job, husband and mortgage!).
When I was 24 I worked in a very fun and sociable environment. There was always someone to go out with and always something on.
One week I’d had a particularly rubbish time, the counselling I’d been going to had been pretty hard going on me. The guy I had been casually seeing had gone really cold and I’d had a fallout with my flatmate. I was feeling really quite self-destructive.
There was this one bloke at work. The office clown, he was loud and brash and so cheeky but everyone loved him as he had a heart of gold and was genuinely hilarious. He’d recently returned back from a secondment in Canada and so was re-establishing himself in the office a bit I suppose. He’d slept with my flatmate a few times but nothing serious was going on as he was in a relationship with a long-suffering girl he’d been with since school. He was a typical ‘jack the lad’. I liked that and strangely I found myself confiding in him a bit and really trusting him. Looking back now, I was probably convinced I was the ‘one‘ who could change him and it felt so good to be given his attention.
It was Wednesday, and I was chatting to this guy who was being really quite open about attending a party that evening. A swingers party! But it wasn’t for just anyone, he’d had to pay an extremely pricey subscription fee to be allowed to attend, he’d also had to be betted and checked out. It was going to be held in a penthouse apartment overlooking the Thames, by the London Eye… the more he told me, the more intrigued I was.
I genuinely didn’t fancy this bloke. I suppose I admired him being so popular and outgoing, I was quite jealous and also extremely flattered when I thought he was paying me any attention – that I must be ‘cool’ enough to bother with. I liked that.
We went out for a cigarette and whilst we were out he asked me if I wanted to come with him to the party. He assured me that nothing would happen if I didn’t want it to. No one would touch me without my consent, we wouldn’t be doing anything together and it would just be really good fun if we could go together to have a laugh about it tomorrow. He said it would just be really interesting for me to see what goes on and the type of people that come along. That afternoon was so productive at work. Everything went my way and so I felt it was some strange turn of fate and that it was meant to be.
Before end of play I rushed over to Boots and Next – the only shops close by and bought all the essentials. Clean pants with matching bra, deodorant, wipes, pro-plus, all the classy stuff you pack into a basket and hope no one you know sees the tell-tale contents!
At 5:30 we left the office and went over for after work drinks with colleagues. I downed at least 3 vodkas v quickly and despite ordinarily being a natural ‘confessionalist’… sharing everything with everyone to make myself feel better. I remained pretty mute. I think it’s because I hadn’t done anything yet! We stayed for drinks until about 7:30 and then he whispered it was time to go. ‘give me 5 more mins’ I pleaded and lit another cigarette whilst ordering a shot.
‘No one is making you do this’ I reassured myself as I felt for my travelcard in my pocket. I could go home at any point. It also comforted me to know that I had just been paid and could easily afford a cab all the way home if necessary, but jesus this was exciting and scary and I pretty much loved that. I turned round and saw him begin to walk away after saying goodbye to everyone. I hastily got my stuff together and did a ‘french departure’ just leaving very quickly and unnoticed. He jumped into a black taxi around the corner and I just made it in time to follow.
The taxi took us, in silence, aside from my continual need for his reassurance… ‘are you sure it will be ok’, ‘what if I have to pay. I have no cash’, ‘what type of people will be there?’ the questions went on and on, if only to fill the extreme nervous void I felt encapsulated in.
We pulled up alongside a BP petrol station. He got out and paid. I felt really quite drunk by now and stumbled around to find my bag. He took my arm and helped me up, ‘it’s gonna be fine, just don’t worry’ he said in his comforting soft, northern accent. I instantly felt so much more relieved, for about a second. And then reality hit… as he handed me a cigarette he also gave me an open bottle of wine to glug. I have never drunk so hard and so fast, until it burnt too much.
We made our way to the plush looking apartments, past the concierge and into the huge mirrored lift. ‘We’re pretty early, but at least that means you can get used to it all and relax a bit’.
A small, pretty-ugly middle-aged man with glasses and dressed in an expensive suit opened the penthouse door. ‘WELCOME’ he gleamed, ‘I’m Roger and who are you?’ as we introduced ourselves we were ushered towards the kitchen. ‘there’s plenty of drinks and nibbles, help yourself both of you, and make yourselves at home’ he handed us both a sheet of paper to read and sign. It was to promise we’d practice safe sex, we’d only have consenting sex and that no pics/videos would be taken, etc. I could barely read the words but scrawled my signature regardless.
‘Hi, is this your first time?’ a small oriental girl in a business suit came over. ‘Yeah’, I said cautiously. ‘It’s only my second time but I loved it so much I’m back for more! It’s escapism from my mundane life and it’s a bit of excitement!’ she replied. I turned round to see the middle-aged man collecting money from the new group of men who had just arrived. ‘How much is it?’ I asked the girl. She laughed at me and said, ‘oh no sister, we don’t pay… the men pay for our company!’
I gulped slightly as she handed me a large drink.
I took my drink and made my way to the sofa, where I sat down on the edge. Everyone was just making polite conversation, it all felt so forced but I strangely felt myself relax, just slightly.
What I found bizarre was that everyone was dressed in normal clothes, work clothes! To a passer-by you would think it was a networking event!
After I finished the 2 drink, and passed pleasantries for long enough I decided to have a look around.
There were four bedrooms in the apartment, 1 had the door closed and the other 3 were open. I couldn’t believe that whilst I’d been pottering about with drinks so much had been going on! As I watched him fuck a faceless woman in the arse I felt a rush of adrenalin flow through me. There were 2 men standing watching holding themselves. One of them caught my eye and signalled for me to come into the room. I shook my head nervously and rushed through to the safety of the lounge again.
As I lowered myself down on the sofa I felt someone grab at my pussy, as I jumped and turned round my eyes met a well-built, very handsome, smartly dressed and very well spoken chap, ‘I’m so sorry, I couldn’t resist’.
‘that’s absolutely fine’ I found myself saying. As he undid my button the Roger asked us to move into a bedroom – ‘remember, leave the door open if you’re happy for others to watch, I know I want to’
Practically running into the bedroom full of nerves and excitement, I sat on the bed, suddenly the drinks were taking their toll and I felt so relaxed and carefree. The nice young man had left the door open and although I noticed the sensation as i felt his fingers began pounding into my hole totally distracted me and I soon forgot.
I reached down to release his huge cock and as I bent over to suck it someone else began to caress my arse. A voice said, ‘just say no at any point it becomes too much or you want to stop’.
I was mute, aside from a little groan as his fist entered me.
The guy behind me slipped his cock straight into me, and as I gasped my head was carefully positioned onto the first guys cock. I suddenly realised my eyes were closed and as I opened them I looked into the dimly lit room and saw 12 guys (I knew because I counted them twice in disbelief ), all standing around us and getting off on watching us. Immediately turned on I yelped as I came and the cock reached the back of my throat whilst the other one pummelled harder into me. It wasn’t long before the cock in my mouth erupted all over my face and at the same time the cock in my pussy was whipped out and I felt spunk tip down my arse.
As the blowjob cock moved off the bed another guy quickly replaced him and began to kiss my neck whilst cleaning my face off with a tissue, he started off gently but then his hands began to grab at my nipples, twisting them before sucking hard, with teeth, I felt the blood rush to the tips as I also felt a new size cock enter me from behind. The room was quickly filling up, I lost count at 21 men in there, all pulling at their cocks watching me.
I noticed my first encounter, the well spoken, blow job man was hard again and I signalled for him to come onto the bed with us. As I stroked at his cock I asked the one in my pussy to back off and signalled for the blow job guy to enter me. As his tip entered my arse I felt my sphincter tighten. Whilst I had wanted him in me, I was nervous of being arse fucked here whilst being watched, i tried to lower my embarrassment into the bed but The nipple guy shoved his cock into my mouth and began smacking my face with his hard, wet tool.
There were hands everywhere, up my cunt, pulling at my tits and stroking at my whole body. I had a cock in my arse and one being masturbated at my face. I had lost count of how many times I felt the familiar twinge and pulsation of my pussy as I came. I did know I had never been so horny or turned on by what I was experiencing.
As we shuffled round I lay down on my back on the bed to get some breathing space and encourage the men to move away from me slightly – I couldn’t quite believe it.. As I lay there surveying the room around me a rush of euphoria and power raced through my bones, there were men on the floor, on the chairs, standing up, sitting down, there were even girls in there, some draped around a man, some just spectating, but my god, they were ALL watching me, getting off on me and enjoying what I was enjoying so much alongside me, the room was absolutely packed!
How did so many people join us and I hadn’t realised?
The trouble is this feeling just made me want it more, and again, with more men… but I’d be more picky this time about who could touch me I thought. But then, as the guy from work and the small Asian girl neared the bed together I realised I wanted them all, I loved this feeling and being so turned on meant I didn’t care who touched me. Just then Roger’s skinny and cold hand nervously started creeping up my leg. ‘I’m going to have you as my plaything’ I thought!