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Warehouse 8
By Anonymous Author (1994)
***
A couple attends a rather unusual party. (MF, couples,
bi, exh, voy, swingers)
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A rather elegant, hand-addressed invitation was in my
mailbox on Tuesday. The ivory bond envelope looked
very expensive, and was sealed with wax and ribbon. I
opened the invitation and read:
'Peter, as a close and very trusted friend of Sam and
Michelle Rogers, you have been invited to a special
party on Saturday, June 21. The party will be held in
Warehouse 8 at Pier 16 and will begin at 9:00 p.m. We
ask that you be on time, that you wear loose-fitting,
comfortable clothing, and please, do not bring a
guest.'
I have known Sam and Michelle for many years. Sam and I
went to MIT together and he is my best friend. Sam is
an architect, highly imaginative and one of the best in
the country. He is a bit of an eccentric genius and
lots of fun, not to mention a good, dependable friend.
When my wife, Carol, walked out on me a couple of years
ago, Sam and Michelle patiently spent more than one
evening listening to my self-pity and outraged
ramblings about "That ungrateful, cheating bitch," and
watched as I attempted to drown my sorrow in a bottle
of vodka.
After two weeks, they had apparently decided I wasn't
going to snap out of it, so the two of them appeared at
my house one afternoon. While Michelle straightened up
my kitchen, Sam threw me into the shower and refused to
hand me a towel until I had sobered up somewhat.
For several hours afterwards, my friends quietly
reminded me that I was not meant to be embalmed alive,
reminisced about the good times we had shared, both
with and without Carol. They reminded me that the hopes
and dreams we had along the way wasn't guaranteed to be
our reality. A lot of conversations followed that one,
and their determination to keep me from slowly killing
myself earned my respect, gratitude and, pardon the
pun, undying loyalty.
Michelle has been the object of countless fantasies and
frankly, I've been secretly in love with her for years.
Michelle is an extremely intelligent, strawberry blonde
with a sexy, rubenesque figure. She is down to earth,
fun-loving, and the perfect foil for Sam's sometimes
strange sense of humor. She has the most glorious set
of tits I've ever seen, not to mention a beautiful,
heart-shaped ass.
I've often thought it intentional that she wore her
jeans so tight you could see the outline of her pussy.
She usually wore a tank top so sheer that you could see
her nipples through it. She'd bend down to serve me a
drink and her tits would be right there, close enough
for me to worship.
I constantly had to fight the urge to reach out and
fondle them, and dreamed of wrapping my mouth around
them every time I saw her. She was an experienced
tease, who must have thrived on the knowledge that I
had to shift my jeans whenever she was around.
Reading the invitation again, I mused about the great
parties that Sam and Michelle had always thrown. You
never really knew what to expect from them; but given
their past successes, I made my plans to attend the
party.
Saturday night rolled around and I drove to Pier 16.
Approaching the pier, I wondered what kind of party
required a warehouse. Since Sam was an architect and
frequently remodeled warehouses into stylish offices, I
assumed this was an open house party. That still didn't
explain the request for loose-fitting clothes, but I
knew I'd find out soon enough.
I located the warehouse easily. As I walked towards the
door, I could see a paper hanging on it. The
streetlight on the pier was bright enough to allow me
to read:
'You've been chosen to be one of five special guests at
our party tonight. You have proven your friendship and
loyalty to us over the many years, and this party will
require the maximum amount of trust in you. Please come
inside and follow the directions you'll find. Once you
enter, please do not speak.'
I was now very intrigued. I opened the door slowly, not
knowing what to expect on the other side. I found
myself in a well-decorated reception area. It was, in
fact, one of Sam's remodels, with light gray carpeting
and off-white walls. On either side of the room were
closed doors. On the door to the left was a sign, which
gave the following directions:
'Go through this door and down the hallway. At the end
of the hallway, you will find a table with several
items on it. Read the directions you find there and
remember not to speak.'
I went to the door and walked down the hallway. The
hall ended in a candle-lit room. There, to my
amazement, I saw Michelle, completely naked, reclining
in an antique lounge. She was blindfolded and her hands
were bound together over her head by a velvet rope.
About three feet from Michelle was the table, upon
which various sex toys were laid out in a neat row. A
sign above the table read:
'This is The Body. You may use any of these things on
The Body, or you may use your hands, mouth, or tongue.
You may not use your penis. For the next five minutes,
stimulate The Body in any way you choose, bringing it
as close to orgasm as possible, but do not let The Body
climax! When you hear the chimes, turn right and
proceed into the next room.'
Despite many fantasies involving Michelle, I was
stunned. I couldn't believe what I saw and was sure
that I had somehow slipped over the edge of sanity.
Remembering the time limit, I moved to the table and
checked out the extensive array of toys. Seeing nothing
that amused me as much as Michelle, I walked over to
her. I stood for a moment, looking at this naked,
helpless woman.
I focused on the breasts that had taunted me for so
long and noticed that her nipples were erect. I reached
out and gently touched silky skin, and felt her quiver
slightly in response. I leaned in close and flicked her
nipple with my tongue. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the
faint, musky scent of her body as I wrapped my lips
around her nipple, and sucked it into my mouth. I
swirled my tongue around it and bit lightly.
Michelle softly sighed. After a moment, I moved to the
pussy that I had desired for so long. Kneeling at
Michelle's side, I spread her legs open. Soft, silky
hair parted way and by the glistening I saw, I could
tell that she was very wet. Her clit, shining with
juice, was beautiful! I pushed her legs open more and
drove my tongue deep into that gorgeous pussy.
How many times had I wondered how this woman would
taste? Since she was my best friend's wife, I had been
quite certain I'd never know. Licking Michelle's clit,
she tasted sweet, and I lapped the juices that poured
from her. She pressed herself harder against my mouth.
Hearing her moan, I licked and sucked her clit until I
could tell she was ready to explode.
Remembering the sign, I stopped, but not happily. She
moaned and whispered, "Please, don't stop!" I wanted to
tell her that I was sorry, but remembered the
admonishment about silence. I heard the chimes, so I
stood up, stroked her cheek and walked away.
To my right was another door. I walked through it and
found myself in a large room. There were candles
everywhere, which were the only light source. There
were five chairs arranged in a semi-circle, with each
chair about three feet from the next. At the far end
was a video camera on a tripod.
I was surprised to find two of the chairs already
occupied. In the chair closest to the door sat Taylor,
whom I had met several times. He was another good
friend of Sam and Michelle's. While we had always
gotten along well, Taylor and I hadn't managed to get
together socially. I nodded at him and looked at the
next guy.
Tim was someone I knew quite well. I had met Tim at Sam
and Michelle's some years ago. Unlike Taylor, Tim and I
had quickly developed a good friendship. We've gone to
a few football games and gotten sloppy drunk on more
than one occasion. I did some quick math and figured
that if Taylor, Tim and I were already here, we must
have about ten minutes and two guys to go.
Then I noticed another table, with a sign above it on
the wall. Walking over, I read:
'In a short while, you will be witness to an incredible
event, one which we are fairly certain you have never
seen live. On the table, you will find a black hood.
Take the hood, go to your seat and keep the 'no
speaking' rule. When the last man comes into the room,
please put the hood on.'
I looked at the hood, which looked like a ski mask made
of nylon, with holes for eyes, nose and mouth. I turned
back to the chairs. A few feet in front of them was a
curtain that stretched from one side of the room to
other. I was extremely curious as to what was behind
the curtain, but resisted the urge to peek. I sat down
in the chair next to Tim.
After a couple of minutes, the door opened and another
friend walked in, looking slightly flustered. A knowing
grin on his face, he nodded hello to us as he walked to
read the next sign. I was extremely surprised to see
him there, because Russ was Sam's brother! I was dying
to talk to him, since I couldn't believe he had been
with Michelle. Mindful of the rules though, I kept my
mouth shut as he took the chair next to me.
That left one more man. I wondered who it was and what
we'd find behind the curtain. I looked at Russ, who was
rubbing his cock through his jeans. His eyes were
closed and I was willing to bet he was reliving his
five minutes with Michelle. I could still smell her
pussy and was erect myself.
The candlelight, the smell of pussy, and the excitement
of the whole event was more than I had dared to dream
would occur in my lifetime. An avid porn collector, I
had read and watched videos of some pretty erotic
stuff. Now I was going actually experience it! I felt
like I was dreaming, as it finally dawned on me that
each of us had had a small 'taste' of Michelle.
Remembering the toys, I wondered who used what. I also
thought about five men bringing Michelle to the very
brink of climax and pulling her back. How frustrated
she must be!
The door opened and in walked Mark. Mark has always
been a puzzle to me. Another of Sam and Michelle's
friends, he never quite seemed to fit in with the rest
of their friends. He looked and acted like a 'biker,'
but I knew him to be quiet and contemplative. He was an
avid photographer and his works were always serene. He
read the sign, took his hood, and moved to the chair by
the video camera. Watching as Mark put on his hood, I
realized it was time to don mine. The hood was snug,
but fit well.
By this time, the atmosphere in the room was electric.
We all knew that the "incredible event" was about to
begin, and there was considerable fidgeting among us. I
could hear soft, rustling noises behind the curtain,
and tried to guess what they were.
Before I could give it too much thought, the curtain
quietly opened, apparently by remote control. There was
a platform that was raised about a foot from the
ground. On the platform was a well-padded table about a
foot tall and eight feet long. The table was
spotlighted by a soft light. Next to the platform was
the table of toys that I last saw in Michelle's room.
Standing next to the table was one of the most
incredible blondes I've ever seen. This girl was
absolutely built for fucking! She had long, well-built
legs, tits which were firm and high, and her ass was
perfect. She was wearing 5" black heels and a black
corset. She had on a black garter belt, which secured
sheer black stockings. Her hair reached her waist and
was almost snow white. Her face was incredibly,
unbelievably beautiful.
The girl stood with her hands on her hips. The look on
her face was confident--she obviously knew she was hot.
The door we had come through opened again, and Sam,
wearing only a robe, walked in, leading Michelle by a
slim gold chain. The chain ended at rings, which
appeared to pierce Michelle's nipples. She was still
blindfolded and her hands were tied in front of her by
the velvet rope.
My hands were gripping the edge of my chair and I was
breathing fast. Completely excited by what was coming,
I watched Sam lead Michelle to the platform and gently
help her to the table. He leaned over and kissed her
deeply. Turning, he left the platform, and motioned to
Mark, then to the video camera, silently asking him to
film. Mark stood and adjusted the camera to his eye.
Sam then took Mark's seat.
The blond, whose name I later found out was Ashley,
took the rope that tied Michelle's hands. From under
the upper edge of the table, Ashley pulled out a ring,
to which she attached the rope. Michelle was now tied
to the table, her hands over her head. Ashley took
Michelle's legs and laid each one down, and slightly
over the edge of the table. From under the end, on each
side, she pulled out another velvet rope and tied
Michelle's legs so that she was in a spread-eagled
position.
Breathless, my heart beating hard, I watched Ashley
move to the far side of the table so that she was
facing us. She slightly leaned over and twisted
Michelle's nipple with her fingertips. Michelle's face
contorted and she squirmed. I could see her chest rise
and tighten with anticipation.
I had always dreamed of watching two women together,
and God knows I've seen enough videos of it, but this
was happening before my very eyes! Not only that, it
was a woman I had adored and been sexually wanting for
years. My cock was hard as a rock and demanding
satisfaction! I mentally instructed it to be patient,
since it was obvious that the show was just beginning.
I watched as Ashley kissed Michelle on the mouth. I
could Michelle straining to accept it and watch as her
tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, twisting and
dancing with Ashley's. While they kissed, Ashley
outlined Michelle's nipple with her fingernail. Ashley
moved her mouth to Michelle's nipple and bit it.
Michelle jumped, but leaned more into Ashley.
Ashley twirled her tongue around Michelle's nipple,
gently sucking it. Occasionally, she would pull back
and blow softly. Michelle by this time was breathing
very hard, and moaning softly. Ashley ran her tongue
down Michelle's body, dipping into her naval, and
licking her stomach. Michelle's head moved back and
forth, her lips slightly apart, and her moaning was
incredibly erotic. She looked beautiful!
I watched Ashley stroke Michelle's body while she
licked her. She used the very tips of her nails and
gently ran them over Michelle's chest and stomach.
Ashley's eyes were glazed and you could see the
intense, hungry look she sometimes gave Michelle, like
a lion about to devour her prey. Ashley moved to that
soft spot just above Michelle's thigh and licked it
softly. Michelle jumped, moving her position slightly.
Ashley slapped Michelle hard on the thigh and Michelle
immediately quit moving.
Finally, Ashley's mouth hovered just above Michelle's
clit. Michelle tensed, breathing faster. I've done that
to a woman before, and know the anticipation it causes-
-your mouth is warm and close to her pussy. She knows
that it's coming, but she's not sure exactly when. Just
as I thought Ashley was moving to lick Michelle's clit,
she pulled away and stood up. I heard Michelle softly
cry out "Please!" Ashley was an expert tease, and
refused Michelle's plea.
Ashley walked to the table with the toys on it. After a
moment, she selected a dildo shaped like a 7" cock. She
walked back to Michelle and began stroking her face
with the dildo. Michelle's face turned towards the
dildo and she began licking it with her tongue. My cock
strained against my zipper, extremely eager to
volunteer for this duty! Michelle was giving that dildo
the blow job that I wanted from her! Checking to be
sure that everyone else was engrossed, I unzipped my
jeans and began stroking my cock in an attempt to ease
some of the pressure.
Ashley removed the cock from Michelle's mouth, and
slowly ran it down her body. She started rubbing
Michelle's clit with the dildo as Michelle whimpered,
her pussy straining hard to meet it. Ashley easily slid
the dildo into Michelle's pussy, and Michelle moved to
take it. She was allowed to fuck the dildo for a few
strokes, and then Ashley abruptly pulled it out and
slapped Michelle on the thigh with it. Michelle was
whimpering, begging to be fucked, but Ashley apparently
had other ideas.
Ashley moved to the head of the table. Climbing onto
it, she straddled Michelle's face, and lowered her own
pussy to Michelle's mouth. As Michele's tongue
flickered around Ashley's pussy and over her clit,
Ashley threw her head back, body arched, while Michelle
probed. Ashley began breathing faster and she was
moaning. She lowered her mouth to Michelle's pussy, and
began eating her.
It was wonderful to watch these two lovely women
together. A glimpse around the room showed me the other
guys were stroking their cocks, and Russ was cumming. I
looked back at the women, who were obviously enjoying
themselves. Ashley had stopped eating Michelle and was
fingering her pussy, while Michelle continued eating
Ashley.
Before long, Ashley raised herself up on her hands and
screamed her orgasm. While Michelle was downing
Ashley's juices, Ashley pulled away. Michelle, who had
not been allowed to climax, was sobbing and fighting
the restraints, but she had been tied well and could
not free herself.
Sam, who had been standing to the side watching the
women, walked over to the table. He kissed Michelle,
and then kissed Ashley. Taking Ashley by the hand, he
led her out of the room and quickly returned.
Standing in front of the table facing us, Sam quietly
said, "For years, I have watched as my beautiful wife
taunted each of you, and saw the want on your face. She
has fantasized about each of you and shared those
fantasies with me. But she had one fantasy that we
discussed many, many times. She has desired it so
badly, and for so long, that I decided to make it a
reality for her, which is why you are here. She is
yours for this evening. You may do anything you want
with her. Of course, you must not hurt her, but beyond
that, she is yours. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass
are all yours."
With that, he untied Michelle's legs and hands, and
removed her blindfold.
Removing his robe, Sam knelt down and began licking
Michelle's pussy. She had obviously been teased long
enough, because in seconds, she began screaming, "I'm
cumming! Oh god, Sam, I'm cumming!" Sam stood and
walked to the back of the room.
Unbelievable as it all seemed, I decided that I wasn't
going to miss this opportunity to have this woman, and
quickly undressed. I walked to the head of the table,
and stroked Michelle's cheek with my cock. She rolled
over, moving to her knees, and hungrily took my cock
into her mouth. While I received the most incredible
blow job, I watched as a naked Taylor moved onto the
platform and began rimming Michelle.
After a couple of minutes, he slid his cock into her
pussy. In a matter of minutes, I was cumming and with
glazed eyes, watched Michelle swallow every drop.
Taylor was fucking Michelle hard, and he soon threw his
head back, and came himself, as Michelle again voiced
her climax.
I stumbled back to my seat, as did Taylor. Russ quickly
moved to the platform and flipped Michelle to her back.
Kissing her, he slid his cock into her pussy. She
raised her long, lovely legs into the air, and wrapped
them around Russ' hips. I could hear her softly
speaking to Russ, saying, "Fuck me, come on baby, fuck
me hard!"
Russ raised her ass higher and slammed his cock deep
into her. Michelle encouraged him, whispering "Come on,
slam your cock into me," until finally, Russ pulled his
cock out of her and shot his load on her stomach.
Mark, who had apparently decided to bypass the
activities, remained at the camera, eye glued to the
lens. But he was wearing the biggest smile I had ever
seen on the man.
Tim moved slowly towards Michelle, as if unsure what to
do. He knelt at Michelle's side, and softly stroked her
body with his fingertips. Michelle was lying on her
side, obviously exhausted, but as Tim stroked her, she
stretched out and smiled. He lay on the table next to
her and began kissing her. Michelle moved her body
tight against his, and with a quick move, had Tim on
his back and was squatted over him. She lowered her
pussy to Tim's cock and positioning it, slid it into
her. She leaned over and kissed him, raising that
beautiful ass invitingly into the air.
I had never shared a woman with another man before, but
as I wondered what it would feel like to have both of
us penetrating her, my cock immediately got hard again.
I walked over to the table, and put my hand on
Michelle's back. She and Tim stopped moving and waited
while I straddle both Tim's and Michelle's legs, and
began gently sliding a finger into her ass.
Occasionally, I reached around Tim's cock and stroked
her clit for lubrication. When she felt ready, I slowly
began to work my cock into her ass. It was slow going
since Tim was already deep in her pussy. She was
obviously willing though, and before long, my cock sank
into her ass, all the way to my balls.
Tim mumbled, "We gotta do this together," as he began
to pull out, waiting until he started to move back in,
I slowly pulled my cock back, just to the head.
Michelle was moaning, enjoying the sensation. I could
feel Tim's cock next to mine as we moved Michelle
between us. The feeling was extremely erotic and we
soon picked up the pace.
We would move in or out together or a few strokes, and
then switch to the 'I'm in/he's out' movements for a
while. It didn't take very long before Michelle began
crying, "Fuck me, oh... yes... it feels so good!" Both
her pussy and her sphincter tightened around us, and we
could feel them pulsing as she came. That sent me over
the edge and I was cumming harder than I ever had, with
Tim right behind me.
I'm sitting here with a raging hard-on, as I remember
that evening. Ashley returned, and we all fucked,
sucked, and licked the night away, until Michelle
finally said, "I can't take anymore! My pussy and mouth
are tired, and I'm exhausted!" Ashley immediately moved
behind Michelle and wrapped like spoons, both quickly
fell asleep right there on the table.
Sam sat down next to Michelle, stroking her hair and
looking at her with the love and respect he had always
shown his wife. Quietly, he said, "Thank you so much
for taking part in this, and making her fantasy come
true. It was something I couldn't do without you."
Picking our clothes up from the various locations they
had been flung, we quietly got dressed. Without
speaking, the men began leaving, not quite sure how to
react, or what to say to each other at the moment. I
paused, and stood looking at Michelle, my heart
swelling with love for her. She was an extraordinary
woman. I knew I would never have her again, but was
grateful to her for giving me the most fantastic night
of my life.
We would all eventually run into each other again,
either at Sam and Michelle's house, or elsewhere. There
seemed, however, to be an unspoken agreement between us
to protect Michelle, because no one ever mentioned the
evening in any way. She never mentioned it either, but
it always seemed to me that her hugs were a little
longer and the kisses a lot friendlier after that
night.
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