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Chat Room Information => Game Recap and Scores => Story Orgy => Topic started by: admin on March 22, 2008, 03:17:45 PM
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Bundled up against the chilly night air, they hurried to make it inside to get warm. Once inside, she stopped short and slowly looked around the room—figuring he had something in mind. The lit candles, roaring fire in the fireplace, sheepskin rug strategically placed in front of that fireplace, and a chilled bottle of Pinot Noir with two glasses told her that the night would be a long and passionate one. She smiled up at him and kissed him gently…
He held her in tight embrace, his mouth tenderly kissing hers. His lips drawn from hers, down her neck. She quivered at his touch, his warmth. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest with every time his fingers caressed her…
She moaned, and remembered… She had watched him from across the room, intrigued by his laugh, the way his hands moved when he spoke, the way his eyes looked at her with calm appraisal when they fell on her. She couldn’t help but shift in her seat when the weight of his gaze brushed against her, again and again. They hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even exchanged names, and yet she was aching with arousal for this complete stranger. It seemed like only yesterday, and yet like years, at the same time. Every time they came together, she knew it was something special, intoxicating, addicting…
He knew all about her; her dreams, her desires, her needs even though they had never spoken until tonight. He yearned for her in a way that was inexplicable; his soul seemed to be crying for her touch. He wanted this to be perfect, the coming together of lost souls in the night, wantonly, eagerly possessing each other with no bounds. He smiled at her and softly kissed her lips.
She leaned into his body, his strength and warmth seeped into her bones. This was not like her, coming to meet a complete stranger, yet she was compelled to be here by a force greater than her own. She knew without a doubt that she would give herself to him tonight, without reservation, without fear. Her hands wound into his hair and she pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced, and probed…each of them lost in the heat of the kiss. She felt his arms close around her, pulling her tight against him, his arousal evident between them.
HE CONTINUED KISSING HER, THEIR PASSION STARTING TO SMOLDER. Soon
tongues came into play, and then their hands began to roam, touch, feel. He began to caress her soft breasts, gently running his palms over her hardening nipples.
Bodies dancing close together to Sexual Healing playing low on the stereo, bodies swaying to the beat, hands roaming, and passion flaring quickly. Kisses becoming deeper, tongues probing and intertwining, they slowly sink down on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire—never breaking the embrace. She slowly unzips her dress and lets his hands caress her naked skin with ever so feathery touches…
He kisses her tenderly along her neck, letting his warm breath cradle her bodice as he helps her out of that dress. Slowly letting it trace her soft delicate skin, his lips follow closely in a trail of sweet succulent kisses. And as the dress reaches her hips, he blows softly against the pit of her back, watching the dress fall to the ground. He holds her in a firm embrace, turning her around and staring deeply into her with a penetrating gaze, motioning closer as something escapes his lips, in a low, deep tone, “mmmmmmmm
She lowered her gaze in a brief moment of shyness. He took her face in his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his. "This is what you wanted," he said softly. "You chose this, there is no turning back now."
And, he was right. This was what she wanted. Or so she thought
She looked into his eyes again and felt the emotion lance straight through her soul. She knew without a doubt that she would give him anything…anything and everything he asked for, every last bit of herself would be his. She took a deep breath, breathing in his masculine scent, his strength, the electric current of arousal that danced between them. She smiled then, full lips parting to offer him the word, the only speech she found herself capable of just then: “Please.”
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His lips continued their journey down to her breasts. He flicked the hardened bud with his tongue, one hand wound in her hair, the other spanning the length of her body. His fingertips grazing over her other breast, tracing random patterns over her quivering flesh. Instinctively she parted her thighs, silently inviting his touch to her most sensitive place. She whimpered softly as his teeth grazed her nipple, slowly sucking it between his teeth. His fingers brushing along the inside of her thighs, inching up towards her aching sex, but never touching her. His grip tightened in her hair as he tugged on her nipple, his hard cock pressed up against her thigh. She could feel him pulse… her whimpering becoming louder as he refused to squelch her ache…
Suddenly, her eyes fill with tears. She turned her face away, ashamed. He gently eases her to face him, brushing her tears away. His eyes searching hers for the cause of her pain. She ducks her head and whispers "I have a secret." "What is it, love? You can tell me anything." She shakes her head, "No, I can’t. You'll hate me." "He kisses her forehead, "I could never hate you." She takes a deep breath then looks him square in the eye. "I used to be a man."
“When I was 17 years old, I was in a terrible auto accident. The doctors all told me it was a miracle I survived. During my recovery, I started having strange sensations inside, like something was changing. All during the healing process, these feelings kept getting stronger and stronger. Finally I told the doctors. They ran tests on me for almost two weeks straight. Finally, they discovered that the accident had caused my body to………”
“I felt my body change and my sexual desires turned totally femme.” He smiled back at her while easing down his boxer briefs slowly…revealing that his manhood was indeed a strap-on. See? I have MY secrets, too, and I am all woman and STILL want to make love to you…make you erupt over and over, make your body my playground all night long. Still game??
She was now a he. He was now a she. The roles had now changed but the rules hadn't. She lowered herself and kissed him along his belly every few inches Her hot breath on his skin. He leaned his head back as his breath caught in a gasp. His heart pounding excitedly in his chest each time her lips touched him.
Soft, teasing, warm breath caressing his skin as her lips moved over his skin. The black rubber phallus glistened in the dancing candles’ light and he couldn’t help but groan in glorious anticipation of its stretching thrust into his body. Again, the word came unbidden to his lips: “Please.” And then she was nuzzling his aching flesh, and his knees threatened to give out beneath him.
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Julio strode into the room with an air of confidence that exuded masculinity. The couple on the rug, looked up at him. “You must have the wrong house, but we’d be more than happy to watch you perform” Julio took in the sight before him, noticed the strap on, and immediately knew this night would turn out better than most. He put his boom box on the table and soon the room was filled with a sexy Latino beat. Julio danced and twirled his way around the furniture until he was only a few feet from the naked couple….
They watched as he danced, seductively thrusting his hips at them. A fine mist of sweat beaded across his torso and rivulets ran down to his black leather pants. They wondered why he hadn't removed them but brushed it aside as they saw the bulge growing in those tight pants. Julio grinned at them and reached behind his back. Never taking his eyes off them, he pulls a large pistol out and points it at them. "Now, give me all you're money and no one gets hurt."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door… Julio, thinking quickly, sent the man to answer it while holding the women captive. They hid in the closet while the home owner came back with a rather well endowed women, she explained she was her to deliver the special strap on he had ordered and bent down showing even more of her ample breasts. Julio felt himself getting hard and his arousal rubbed against his hostage.
Having thoroughly distracted Julio, Special Agent Patty Davidson pulled her badge from her handbag and shoved it in his face. FBI. Julio went to raise his weapon on the hostage, but Patty brought the weighted dildo down on his head quickly, knocking him unconscious
Bursting from the closet, she ran to Patty, leaping into her arms, the black rubber phallus trapped between their bodies. “What the fuck is UP with the men tonight? Is it a full moon or something?” Patty grinned. “No lie. My shift just ended… what say we lose these testosterone bags and get a drink and some chocolate? My treat.” “I thought you’d never ask,” she grinned
Patty looked over at the woman who was now trying to gather up her dress and slip out the door. “Where do you think you’re going missy?” Patty wielded her badge and blocked her from the only escape. “We know you had a hand in all of this, you’re in hot water now babe. Patty grabbed the strap on and shook it in front of the woman’s trembling face. “Unless…..”
She smiles and saunters up close to Patty. She pushes Patty onto the sofa, jerking her uniform top open, sending buttons flying. She grabs Patty's large breast, squeezing it, tugging the instantly hard nipple. Patty closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensations wracking her body. She bites Patty's engorged nipple, reveling in the gasp that escapes Patty's lips. Her hand trails down, unbuttoning Patty's pants and slipping inside. She cups Patty's heated core.
Patti purred like a Cheshire cat as the young women set about pleasuring her. Truth be told she hadn't gotten any in a long time and having to get herself off was becoming a pit tedious. She moaned as the other women lapped at her pussy feeding upon it like a wild animal. She looked at the two men, “You two can go out this little minx and I will be a while.” she grinned and tapped the woman’s shapely ass and the two moved into a 69 ignoring the two men.
The women lapped at each other hungrily, gravity drawing Patty's breast down across the other's belly as she buried her face in her hot, wet pussy. She grabbed Sam's thighs and pulled them up higher, wanton juices flowing down the crack of her ass. The men sat and stared at each other in quite puzzled.
“Never thought I’d be obsolete.” Julio rubbed his chin, head tilting to the side as if to get a better look. “She never even hinted that she was into women…” The stripper just stared, hardly blinking… He was caught completely unawares by the fire iron that smashed into the back of his skull, felling him instantly in a pool of his own blood and brains
The three of them stood over Julio’s lifeless form, the blood slowly forming a stream. “Fuck, now what are we going to do?” Patty wondered aloud. “We still have her here.”
The woman began to tremble. “Please, please, I won’t say a word.” “Oh, we know you won’t missy, because you’ve now just become our house slave. Now get back here and finish your meal.” Patty strolled back over to the sofa and spread her legs wide. The end.