The Orgy Planner [MF][voy][swingers]

Night fell fast on the second day of the Miami Key Club. The party I’m hosting in this rented mansion is a four day sexual retreat organized by the sex party website that employs me. So far, everything was running smoothly. Tomorrow night is the key party followed by our grand finale, a Roman orgy. With this being my first time hosting such an event, I had a lot on my plate, but for now, I was busy herding the last two of our thirty guests into the pool house where our dungeon master, Don, had set up the sex swing. Earlier that day, as we turned the pool house into a dungeon, I had inspected his assembly work, shaking the wooden frame to make sure it was sturdy. The black leather hammock sex swing, suspended four feet off the air, swayed in its frame by thick iron chain that jingled like a playground swing. I hope the guests like it.

The pool house was packed. Between the body heat and night humidity, we left the double doors wide open for air but it was still an intimate affair. My uniform, a short white denim skirt and no panties paired with a monogrammed Key Club t-shirt, kept me ventilated and cool as I worked on this sultry night. I was standing in the back of the room, behind the crowd around sex swing watching Ray and Melissa getting it on, when tourist Jenny sidled up beside me with her drink. She was a short woman with blond hair, big boobs, and nice smile. Her husband, Travis stood behind her. He was a good looking blond guy with a square jaw. And he was eager to participate.

“I want to be next,” she said.

Her eyes twinkled at the prospect. Travis swigged his beer. I looked down to see his hard-on tent in his shorts.

I took Jenny by the hand and led her through the crowd saying, “Don, we have another guest who wants to take a ride on the swing.”

Don toweled down the chair with disinfectant spray as Jenny stepped out of her Daisy dukes. With one last wipe, he patted the leather for Jenny to take a seat. She did so, nervously giggling as Don eased her onto the swaying leather. He adjusted the straps, lowering them for her much smaller frame, before lifting one of her legs to strap an ankle onto the chain. Travis tugged at the hard-on in his shorts as he watched Don secure Jenny’s wrists above her head. Don then moved to winch the seat up to the height of Travis’ groin and stepped back, gesturing that the open pussy was now all his.

Travis moved in between her legs. He tugged up her tight t-shirt to reveal her boobs. The crowd held its collective breath as Travis stepped out of his shorts, kicking them aside as his wife slightly swayed in the air. He entered her hard, smacking his groin against her, using the chains to bounce her up against his jutting dick. She squealed in delight, getting louder with her girlish cries as he smacked into her. He stopped to grip her waist and started slamming his dick again. Her boobs bounced with each ram. I was getting hot and bothered so I left the playpen in Don’s good hands.

On the walk from the dungeon to the house, I could see J.T. and Kyle in the gazebo, with beers in their hands, standing over their wives, as Lexi ate out Shari on the couch. At least I think it was Lexi. I could only see the back of her brunette head nestled between Lexi’s open legs. I walked up to the bar and poured myself a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping the bay breeze would cool me down, when I looked up at the house to see a man’s silhouette in a second floor window. Dixon, our chef. He’s not supposed to be looking at the activities. We had to have a talk. With a last slug of wine, I walked into the house and up to his room. I knocked on his door. He answered.

He asked, “Hey how’s your orgy going?”

“I saw you in the window. You’re not supposed to be watching.”

“You’re not supposed to be drinking.”

The heat, the humidity, the sex all around me, or the fact that he was one of the best lays I’ve ever had; something made me kiss Dixon. Surprised at first, his hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me into his room closing the door behind him, making me bump into the hard-on in his pants.

“What’s this?” I asked, stroking it.

He locked the door and said, “I know I’m not supposed to watch and I’ve been in my room the whole time, but I can see the whole pool area.”

We went to the window. I could see the whole backyard from this kid’s room. The foursome in the gazebo had turned into six as Tricia and Peter joined them. Peter was fucking Tricia doggy style who was kissing Shari as Lexi licked her off in front of their husbands.

Dixon said, “He’s really going at her.”

I whispered, “I’m so horny.”

He pressed my body from behind, pinning me against the window pane. His hot breath melted me as he kissed my neck. His hand wrapped around me to grab my tits, dragging his palms over my hardening nipples before tweaking them with his fingers. I squirmed against his hard body, rubbing my ass against his hard dick.

He whispered in my ear, “Why don’t I just slip it in? Just slip it in real quick.”

“Okay, but be quick,” I said, fishing a condom from my pocket and handing it to him before hiking up my little white denim skirt. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

The condom wrapper hit the floor and he backed off a little to put it on. In no time, his hands were back on me, holding me in place against the cold glass as he prodded my pussy folds with is up curved cock. I popped my butt up for easier entry and moaned as his penis entered me.

I said, “That feels soooo good. Oh, oh.”

I moved in rhythm with him, moaning with my face and palms pressed into the glass. I watched over the party while getting fucked from behind until I became lost in the sensations of his insistent cock. I closed my eyes when he nibbled at my ear. My legs began to tremble

“I’m gonna cum,” I said.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

He rammed into me as orgasmic spasms vibrated throughout my pussy caused me to shudder against the cold glass. Then came a knock at the door. I leapt from him, shoving my boobs back into my bra and straightening myself up as I walked towards the door. Vlad, our security guard, stood there. His nose wrinkled at the smell our sex.

“I saw you two in the window,” he said, menacing me with his heavy Russian accent. “You know the rules.”

I came to chastise Dixon and now I’m the one in trouble. I sighed.

Dixon said, “Hey man, don’t get her in trouble.”

Vlad said, “No trouble. Just work.”

> From [The Miami Key Club](https://www.amazon.com/Miami-Key-Club-Box-Set-ebook/dp/B01LZ4GQ97/). **FREE** on Kindle Unlimited!

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