It was a typical Saturday or so it seemed to everyone else, for me nerves were peaked, keeping my pulse racing through most of the afternoon. It’s funny my evening had been planned for several days however the nerves did not kick in until I was half way through getting ready. Suddenly it hit me like a sledgehammer between the eyes, what I had chosen to do for the first time tonight. So this time, I was taking the leap, planning to enjoy the fall.
I kissed my husband good bye at 2:15pm and headed out.
I was meeting Blake, a man I was interested in for several reasons at a hotel suite, 20 minutes away. The hotel was easy to find, and my heart leaped into my throat as I pulled in to the parking lot. All the thoughts were centered on my own perceived inadequacies. What if he did not find me attractive, what if my behavior did not please him, what if I was unable to do what he asked and wanted? I wanted to please him, because I wanted to be taken by him. I have been looking for someone to dominate me, to take me past my predetermined limits. Someone who was willing to use my body for pleasure, which would in turn, provide me great pleasure. I have always been rewarded with pleasure when submitting my body. But is it more than the submission of my body I seek. There is a tight place inside of me which relaxes when I surrender control to someone else. In our conversations over the last several weeks, an attraction to Blake developed sight unseen, because of the hope he would be willing to accept my surrender, and know what to do with it.
This night would be a big step for me, pushing past limits which are in place based solely on my previous experiences. I had already decided since receiving the invitation to join him at the hotel tonight and I would use the night to feel and experience all my body would allow. The night was not set up for me but another women owned by Blake. Tonight was a gangbang, with all of the male participants being black men. I was invited after it had been set up, not as an afterthought but as another potential participant to be fucked by multiple black men throughout the evening.
I arrived at the hotel at 4:15 pm and called Blake’s cell phone to let me know I had arrived. The party was to start at 4, but Blake promised to meet me outside of the room prior to taking me into the room. Since he was only several minutes away we agreed to meet in the parking lot once he checked into the room. Since I was already in the parking lot, I was able to observe he getting out of his car and walking into the lobby. The set of his shoulders and confidence he displayed in the short walk to the lobby was impressive. I was looking forward to the first official meeting in a few minutes.
I was dressed for a night out, did not know what the appropriate form or dress is for an orgy, I do not think Miss Manners covered that one in her etiquette books. The only guidance I had been given was a request by Blake I wear high platform heels.
Blake called my cell once he had checked in and was back at his car. Approaching Blake there was a bounce in my step as my heart pounded in my chest. We greeted each other with smiles and a chaste kiss. Up close, he was as attractive as I had expected and had a presence about him which instantly increased my attraction to the man. His eyes were captivating, holding mine during that first minute of greeting, making it difficult to look away. We exchanged pleasantries, while walking up to the room. We chatted for a couple of minutes before exchanging a non chaste kiss. During which I realized how soft his lips were and strong his hands were as my ass was grabbed so that my body could be pulled against his. Blake is tall with broad shoulders, and the chest I was pulled again was firm against my breasts. His height allowed for the perfect angle to my neck for the kiss, no strain to bend back, to stretch to reach up, just a soft angle I could have held for hours while being kissed.
The woman the evening had been set up for arrived and we walked down to the parking lot to greet her. She was brought to the event by her husband who wanted to photograph and video tape the pounding she was to receive at the hands of the other attendants. Lizza was quite beautiful, if you looked past the heavy makeup, short skirt and visible thigh highs with four inch heels. She was dressed provocatively enough for any working girl. After helping Lizza and her husband get the toys and food they brought with them to the room Blake and I left again I complete a liquor run.
Once back in the room I received a small shock, several of the participants were already partially naked. The first black man I have ever seen naked, in person, was Emile, and suddenly the nerves which disappeared in Blake’s presence were back. Emile was standing in the door to the bedroom within which Lizza and her husband were setting up their camera equipment and webcam. He was tall, leanly muscled, sculpted chest, an ass to bounce quarters off of and the largest cock I have ever seen and it was not even completely hard yet. It was hard to imagine a man that beautiful naked having any interest in me. I caught Blake watching me and had to smile, for he appeared to be reading my thoughts, so he allowed me for the next several minutes to busy myself in the kitchenette putting out the alcohol, busying myself turned away from the activities in the common area.
While I was hiding, for lack of a better word to describe my actions, in the kitchenette another couple of individuals arrived; Linda, Linda’s white ****** and Tray. Linda was in her sixties and had an amazing body for her age. Tray was a built with a barrel chest, appearing to have defined muscles in the stocky build.
While everyone was being introduced I noticed something that caught me off guard. Marie had stripped down to white gym socks and a pink thong. She was plump and more rounded then me some of the same areas. Emile could not seem to keep his hands off her. They were making out and caressing in the doorway to the second bedroom.
I have been part of threesomes, both with two men and two women; however the sheer number of partially naked and naked individuals in the suite was a little overwhelming. Dwayne had a sculpted chest, no visible chest hair and was mingling in a pair of boxer briefs, casting the occasional glance at the couple making out while waiting to be the first to ride Lizza. Dwayne was to be the first to take her once she was properly secured. Lizza was relaxing on the bed in the first bedroom, sitting comfortably in a black see through teddy, with breast cutouts, while her husband was taking test shots.
It’s going to sound funny but I have no idea what to do, where to stand, who to look at. And there was plenty to looks at, all the dark skinned men in the suite had qualities I find physically attractive. Neither of the white men were overly attractive in their own right, but they paled in comparison to the masculinity and strength radiating from the other men in the room.
While hanging in the background, because I was not even sure what type of small talk would be appropriate, Blake found me. He kissed me, took my hand and led me into the second bedroom, placing me on the side of the bed near Emile’s head. Emile was lounging on the center of the bed receiving a blow job from Marie. As Blake walked out of the room, to continue working with Lizza, he smiled over his shoulder at me.
The movement on the bed next to me drew and eyes, then I could not take them away for the sight before me. Emile was laying against the pillows, with his hands behind his head with Marie kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock for all she was worth, the arch in the back showed off her hips to their best advantage. Marie was only able to get the first three maybe four inches of Emil’s cock inside of her mouth. I watched for five minutes as Marie tried to take more of Emile’s cock into her mouth. Movement near her ass pulled my attention from the blowjob to Tray, who had entered the room at some point, and stripped down to his undershorts, with had an impressive bulge forming at the crotch. Tray had pulled Marie’s hot pink thong aside and was fingering her pussy, commenting in how tight and wet it felt.
A hand stroking my arm pulled me out of my voyeuristic haze. Emile was stoking my arm and looking at me through hooded eyes. His hand with the extremely long fingers wrapped around my arm and pulled my upper body closer to him, the next thing I know I French kissing a stranger. I do not think we traded ten words before his tongue was playing with mine. And none of the words had been spoken since I was placed on the bed. I am not sure I could have found words to say in that moment, my eyes were providing me a visual overload.
I kissed my husband good bye at 2:15pm and headed out.
I was meeting Blake, a man I was interested in for several reasons at a hotel suite, 20 minutes away. The hotel was easy to find, and my heart leaped into my throat as I pulled in to the parking lot. All the thoughts were centered on my own perceived inadequacies. What if he did not find me attractive, what if my behavior did not please him, what if I was unable to do what he asked and wanted? I wanted to please him, because I wanted to be taken by him. I have been looking for someone to dominate me, to take me past my predetermined limits. Someone who was willing to use my body for pleasure, which would in turn, provide me great pleasure. I have always been rewarded with pleasure when submitting my body. But is it more than the submission of my body I seek. There is a tight place inside of me which relaxes when I surrender control to someone else. In our conversations over the last several weeks, an attraction to Blake developed sight unseen, because of the hope he would be willing to accept my surrender, and know what to do with it.
This night would be a big step for me, pushing past limits which are in place based solely on my previous experiences. I had already decided since receiving the invitation to join him at the hotel tonight and I would use the night to feel and experience all my body would allow. The night was not set up for me but another women owned by Blake. Tonight was a gangbang, with all of the male participants being black men. I was invited after it had been set up, not as an afterthought but as another potential participant to be fucked by multiple black men throughout the evening.
I arrived at the hotel at 4:15 pm and called Blake’s cell phone to let me know I had arrived. The party was to start at 4, but Blake promised to meet me outside of the room prior to taking me into the room. Since he was only several minutes away we agreed to meet in the parking lot once he checked into the room. Since I was already in the parking lot, I was able to observe he getting out of his car and walking into the lobby. The set of his shoulders and confidence he displayed in the short walk to the lobby was impressive. I was looking forward to the first official meeting in a few minutes.
I was dressed for a night out, did not know what the appropriate form or dress is for an orgy, I do not think Miss Manners covered that one in her etiquette books. The only guidance I had been given was a request by Blake I wear high platform heels.
Blake called my cell once he had checked in and was back at his car. Approaching Blake there was a bounce in my step as my heart pounded in my chest. We greeted each other with smiles and a chaste kiss. Up close, he was as attractive as I had expected and had a presence about him which instantly increased my attraction to the man. His eyes were captivating, holding mine during that first minute of greeting, making it difficult to look away. We exchanged pleasantries, while walking up to the room. We chatted for a couple of minutes before exchanging a non chaste kiss. During which I realized how soft his lips were and strong his hands were as my ass was grabbed so that my body could be pulled against his. Blake is tall with broad shoulders, and the chest I was pulled again was firm against my breasts. His height allowed for the perfect angle to my neck for the kiss, no strain to bend back, to stretch to reach up, just a soft angle I could have held for hours while being kissed.
The woman the evening had been set up for arrived and we walked down to the parking lot to greet her. She was brought to the event by her husband who wanted to photograph and video tape the pounding she was to receive at the hands of the other attendants. Lizza was quite beautiful, if you looked past the heavy makeup, short skirt and visible thigh highs with four inch heels. She was dressed provocatively enough for any working girl. After helping Lizza and her husband get the toys and food they brought with them to the room Blake and I left again I complete a liquor run.
Once back in the room I received a small shock, several of the participants were already partially naked. The first black man I have ever seen naked, in person, was Emile, and suddenly the nerves which disappeared in Blake’s presence were back. Emile was standing in the door to the bedroom within which Lizza and her husband were setting up their camera equipment and webcam. He was tall, leanly muscled, sculpted chest, an ass to bounce quarters off of and the largest cock I have ever seen and it was not even completely hard yet. It was hard to imagine a man that beautiful naked having any interest in me. I caught Blake watching me and had to smile, for he appeared to be reading my thoughts, so he allowed me for the next several minutes to busy myself in the kitchenette putting out the alcohol, busying myself turned away from the activities in the common area.
While I was hiding, for lack of a better word to describe my actions, in the kitchenette another couple of individuals arrived; Linda, Linda’s white ****** and Tray. Linda was in her sixties and had an amazing body for her age. Tray was a built with a barrel chest, appearing to have defined muscles in the stocky build.
While everyone was being introduced I noticed something that caught me off guard. Marie had stripped down to white gym socks and a pink thong. She was plump and more rounded then me some of the same areas. Emile could not seem to keep his hands off her. They were making out and caressing in the doorway to the second bedroom.
I have been part of threesomes, both with two men and two women; however the sheer number of partially naked and naked individuals in the suite was a little overwhelming. Dwayne had a sculpted chest, no visible chest hair and was mingling in a pair of boxer briefs, casting the occasional glance at the couple making out while waiting to be the first to ride Lizza. Dwayne was to be the first to take her once she was properly secured. Lizza was relaxing on the bed in the first bedroom, sitting comfortably in a black see through teddy, with breast cutouts, while her husband was taking test shots.
It’s going to sound funny but I have no idea what to do, where to stand, who to look at. And there was plenty to looks at, all the dark skinned men in the suite had qualities I find physically attractive. Neither of the white men were overly attractive in their own right, but they paled in comparison to the masculinity and strength radiating from the other men in the room.
While hanging in the background, because I was not even sure what type of small talk would be appropriate, Blake found me. He kissed me, took my hand and led me into the second bedroom, placing me on the side of the bed near Emile’s head. Emile was lounging on the center of the bed receiving a blow job from Marie. As Blake walked out of the room, to continue working with Lizza, he smiled over his shoulder at me.
The movement on the bed next to me drew and eyes, then I could not take them away for the sight before me. Emile was laying against the pillows, with his hands behind his head with Marie kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock for all she was worth, the arch in the back showed off her hips to their best advantage. Marie was only able to get the first three maybe four inches of Emil’s cock inside of her mouth. I watched for five minutes as Marie tried to take more of Emile’s cock into her mouth. Movement near her ass pulled my attention from the blowjob to Tray, who had entered the room at some point, and stripped down to his undershorts, with had an impressive bulge forming at the crotch. Tray had pulled Marie’s hot pink thong aside and was fingering her pussy, commenting in how tight and wet it felt.
A hand stroking my arm pulled me out of my voyeuristic haze. Emile was stoking my arm and looking at me through hooded eyes. His hand with the extremely long fingers wrapped around my arm and pulled my upper body closer to him, the next thing I know I French kissing a stranger. I do not think we traded ten words before his tongue was playing with mine. And none of the words had been spoken since I was placed on the bed. I am not sure I could have found words to say in that moment, my eyes were providing me a visual overload.