My heartbeat quickened as the signature architecture of the Vieux Carré, also known as the French Quarter, came into view. My palms felt a little sweaty, and I wasn’t sure if it was the balmy night air, or my nerves. You were chatting casually with our taxi driver, a long time resident of New Orleans who had been through it all, but I wasn’t listening. Lost in my own thoughts I was thinking about what the next few days would have in store for us It was our first time at Naughty in Nawlins, an internationally known lifestyle convention, with over 1,000 couples slated to be in attendance. We had played with a few couples before, Ben and Jessa, Enzo and Vitória, but this was going to be Swinger Central, and we were definitely fresh meat.
“Are you coming, love?” my cab door opens, and I suddenly notice we’ve arrived at our hotel. I step out of the car and into your embrace as our cabbie grabs our bags from the trunk. You kiss me softly on the top of the head and breathe me in. This brief moment reconnects us and once again, I’m feeling excited and confident, my nerves melting away in the sultry night air. I tilt my head up to smile at you and kiss your full lips, and take your hand in mine, and lead the way into the lobby.
Jacob, the front desk manager, explains how the entire hotel has been taken over by NiN, and is now the premiere adult playground for the next 4 days. There are multiple floors with themed rooms for playing, the entire property is well secluded by clever landscaping and is now completely clothing-optional. I give you butt a little pinch and wiggle my eyebrows at you as the he goes on. There are multiple seminars and workshops a day that vary from Intro to Tantric sex to bringing BDSM into the bedroom. We turn to grab our things and find an eager young bellhop already waiting to escort us to our room. He grinned mischievously at us, silently sizing us up. Apparently this was quite the entertaining time of year for the locals as well.
We start down a long hallway after the young bellhop, admiring the decor along the way. Exposed brick red walls, thick red velvet curtains draped along the walls, providing both an element of seduction, but also of additional soundproofing. The bellhop unlocks the door and holds it open as we walk inside. We thank him, and he gives us a lingering glance over his shoulder as he shows himself out.
We make ourselves comfortable on the king size bed, and settle in to decide what workshops and seminars we’d like to take in. We decide on an erotic partners massage workshop in the early afternoon, and decide to play the rest by ear, seeing what excites us as we go. We pop a bottle of celebratory champagne, eager to be exploring and growing together. We toast and fall into one another’s arms for a sensual and passionate night of loving.
The next morning, I wake to the smell of coffee. “Morning, baby!” You lean over to grab the cup of coffee you got for me and hand it to me with a grin. “Sleep well?” You lovingly brush my hair back from my sleepy face, and I smile at you, eyes still closed. I sit up and gratefully accept the brew. Not surprisingly, you’ve already been up for an hour, explored the property, and have returned with coffees, a banana, and suggestions for the day. My ever-productive love, I smile.
“What have you found?” I lean over to kiss your soft cheeks and my bare nipples stiffen as they graze your shirt. You set your coffee down and lean down to take both of my breasts in your hands and bury your face in me. You breathe me in deep, and give each of my nipples a little suck and nip. “This is the perfect way to start the day!” I murmur sleepily to you, biting my lower lip. You tell me about the themed rooms- similar to Green Door, but more numerous; how there were already people down by the pool, sipping mimosas and enjoying brunch in various states of undress. My stomach grumbles, but I am hungrier for you. I pull your shirt off, and wriggle down between your legs to pull your pants off. Your bulging cock, now conveniently right in front of my hungry mouth, I strip your briefs off in one smooth motion and begin to go to town on you. You give a deep sigh, stretch your legs, and sink down into the bed, letting my warm mouth and tongue envelope and caress you. “This is a wonderful way to start the day!” you smile.
Once having fully satisfied one another, we throw on swimwear and make our way down to the pool. We load our plates with some of the delicious local cuisine, knowing we’ll need our strength and energy for all the fun and activities ahead. No sooner had we sat down, do we hear the distinctive lilt of a Brazilian accent. “Amigos! É você?” I turn to you, a wide grin spreading over my face. “It couldn’t be…”
We both turn around to find Enzo and Vitória standing behind us, plates and mimosas in hand. “Amigos!!” She coos, setting her plate down and wrapping her arms around us. “Mind if we join you?” She is sitting down next to me before I could manage a reply, but we don’t mind. It’s comforting for there to be at least 2 other people we know here. She regales us with stories of what they’ve been up to since our paths last crossed while the rest of us chow down. Apparently they were quite the fixture in the Brazilian lifestyle scene now, our first adventure together having really excited and encouraged them to continue exploring. “What workshops have you signed up for?” she asks excitedly. I tell her about our plans to try the erotic partner massage workshop, and both their eyes light up, they have signed up for this as well. We all finish our meals and part ways, excited to be seeing our friends later.
We stroll around the property together, exploring the beautiful lagoon area, & the multiple play rooms around the hotel. There were opulently decorated rooms, draped in luscious silks and furs, room with mirrors covering the walls and ceilings, and of course, a few dungeon rooms, replete with whips, chains, handcuffs, everything of one’s wildest BDSM fantasies. We notice a signup sheet outside one of the dungeon rooms, there were a few spots left in the “Bringing BDSM into the Bedroom” workshop. You wiggle an eyebrow in my direction. “We need to set you up with a dungeon master that will know how to push and tweak you without hurting you”. Without another word, I grab a pen and add our names to the list. Done!
We had decided to take in a seminar on Communication and Boundary Setting in the Lifestyle, and were feeling very intimate and in touch with one another by the time our massage workshop rolled around. By that time, we had already witnessed multiple couples and foursomes rolling around in many of the various play rooms. There were scantily clad people at nearly every turn. The atmosphere was definitely heating up.
We arrived at the massage workshop and settled into a station in the corner. There were tons of plush towels and oils laid out at every station. Vitória and Enzo strolled in, her cheeks flushed and hair a little wild, no doubt having just come from a rousing session together. Vitória’s thong bikini left very little to the imagination, and her ass was mere inches from my face as she turned to sit down at the station next to us. I bit my lip, remembering our last time together: her lapping hungrily at my pussy in the cab, me licking her juices off of Enzo’s thick cock, the memories were coming flooding back to me. I felt a distinctive twinge in my pussy.
The workshop got started, and Vitória and I decided we wanted to work on our men first. You strip your trunks off and lay down on a thick towel, breathing deeply as I dip my hands into a bowl of oil, and mimic the instructor’s hypnotic strokes, caressing your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. You groan softly in pleasure as I kneed your glistening muscles. My hands gently, but purposefully, graze your cock as I work my way down to your legs. I glance over at Enzo, and see his thick manhood stiffening as Vitória’s hands rubbed his tanned skin. Vitória winks and shoots a grin in my direction, teasingly pushes her tongue into her cheek, mimicking a blow job. I wink back and blow her a kiss, letting out a little giggle. You open your eyes and laugh and give her a wink as she makes the same erotic gesture in your direction.
As the workshop started to get into the erotic portion of the massage, Vitória and I glanced around the room to see couples rubbing and stroking one another with a complete lack of inhibition. Some were kissing as they nuru-style massaged their partners with their full bodies. I was rhythmically stroking your swollen cock with one hand, massaging your balls and rubbing your ass lightly with the other. I could feel you starting to throb.
It was then time to switch, and Vitória eagerly stripped off her bikini. I was mesmerized, watching her swimsuit stretch over her round ass, her perfect, natural breasts bouncing as she freed them from her top. I followed suit, and soon we were both lying naked on clean towels. Now it was your turn to caress my naked body, massaging and kneading my breasts, pinching and tugging lightly at my nipples, knowing how excited that makes me. You glance down between my legs and wink at me “looks like I don’t need any lube down there!” Between your touch and Vitória’s erotic moaning as Enzo was clearly finding some sweet spots, my pussy was sopping wet, and I was going to need to feel you inside me soon. No penetration was allowed at the workshop, and mercifully it ended right as I was sure I was going to explode.
We hastily say our goodbyes to Enzo and Vitória, who smiled knowingly as we scrambled out of the room. We raced (carefully) back to our room, and you immediately took me in the shower. Your thick cock plunged hard and deep inside of my aching pussy and I let out a cry of relief. “Yes! Please, baby!” I screamed between thrusts. “Please! Fuck! Me!” Happy to oblige, you grab my hips and pull me hard and fast to you, over and over again, my pussy immediately flooding with wetness, and I cum all over you. Knowing you are also close to finishing, I turn around and sink to my knees, taking you in my mouth and sucking hungrily at you. You let out a deep, throaty moan as you unleash a thick rope of cum down the back of my throat. I feel wave after wave of your cum empty into me, and reach a hand down to rub my still quivering clit. You quickly, but gently lay me down on the floor of the shower and suck at my pussy, savoring the honey still flowing from me.
Conveniently already in the shower, we soap each other up and rinse off. Now wrapped in plush terry robes, we collapse on the bed, and I snuggle up in the crook of your arm.
By the time we wake up, it is already time for the BDSM workshop. Boy time flies here! I slip a satin kimono-style robe over my lingerie, slip into nude colored stilettos, and fasten my hair into a bun. “What do you think of my outfit?” I turn to see you naked, except for a leather jock strap, that is clearly meant more for play than exercise. My eyes widen, impressed that it can contain you and knowing it won’t be able to do so for much longer, if I have anything to do with it. All I can squeak out is a breathy “hot!!”. You laugh as I regain my composure and throw on a pair of jeans and tshirt that accentuates your toned ass & strong shoulders.
We walk hand in hand down the hall to the elevator, passing by couples in various states of undress and arousal. One man had his lover pressed up against the wall, kissing her passionately, while another woman was kneeling between her legs, lapping eagerly at her dripping pussy. We arrive at the dungeon room and find a bunch of other couples waiting, some anxious, some eager. The energy was electric.
“Hi guys!” It’s Jacob, from the front desk! He is shirtless, oiled up, and in tight leather pants. “Hi!” I smile back, a little confused. As he explains that he’s one of the dungeon masters and will be leading today’s workshop, I begin to wonder how I didn’t notice his startling olive green eyes and smooth mediterranean skin when we first checked in. As my eyes drink him in, I notice a prominent bulge between his legs and blush as he catches me staring. He gives me an impish wink and walks away. I feel your lips close to my ear, “like what you see, baby?” Your warm breath makes my entire body tingle, and I feel the familiar ache of desire deep inside me.
The workshop began and Jacob started by going over the different types of BDSM play, general terms, etiquette, and rules. I glanced around the group to gauge everyone’s reactions. The room was divided, about half were giggling nervously, while the others looked excited and eager. I turned to face you, placed both of my hands on your face and kissed you firmly on the mouth. There was no question how I was feeling. My lips hungrily devoured you, but my tongue probed gently, sliding slowly across yours, like lovers embracing.
Our first exercise was to decide on dominant and submissive roles. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around your neck, pulled you close, gave your ear a gentle nibble and whispered “dominate me.” You know this has recently become a curiosity of mine, but you also know it is one of the ultimate acts of trust and love. You are turned on by my eagerness and desire to give myself wholly to you, to surrender my body, my lust, my control to you. You feel your cock beginning to swell against its leather confines.
From a wealth of props, we decide to start with a padded wooden chair, a blindfold, and a gauzy sash to use as handcuffs. I slip off my kimono to reveal a bright red lace bustier, barely able to contain my full breasts. My nipples are hard and you lick your lips as you fantasize about how they feel in your mouth. My matching red lace thong frames my ass perfectly, making it look as round and delicious as a peach that you’ve been dying to sink your teeth into. Your eyes widen and your lips part in a silent “wow”. I had been saving this outfit for you, waiting for just the right moment to show it off, and I have chosen well. You reach down to adjust your pants, the outline of your erection growing increasingly prominent. I lick my lips and reach a hand in your direction, but you catch me, spin me around, and sit me down in the chair. You shake your head coyly as you take both of my hands and tie them gently behind me. “You can touch, just not with your hands…” oh, the tease, I close my eyes and inhale deeply. “I love the way you tease me, babe”, I moan softly to you.
You take your shirt off and walk around to my front and straddle my legs. I can see your swollen dick throbbing in time to my heartbeat. Aching to feel you, I arch my back, pushing my chest into you. Even fully clothed, I can still feel you sliding between my breasts, a testament to your generous proportions. You grin as my eyes get this faraway look, and my lips part reflexively. You know exactly what that look means, and that I am fantasizing about the head of your cock easing into my mouth, my lips hugging you tightly, mimicking that first penetration. That feeling that we love so much. “Oh yes…” you whisper, barely audible. You stand up on the horizontal bars between the chair legs so that the massive bulge in your pants is right in front of my face. I push my face into you and inhale deeply, as though I were coming up for air for the fist time in a long time. Instinctively, my pussy begins to fill with wetness, readying itself for every part or you. I stick out my tongue, desperate for a taste, and you slowwwwly unbutton your waistband. “Is this what you want?” you ask, already knowing the answer. I nod, silently, as you coax your pants down over your swollen shaft. My heartbeat quickens as your leather jockstrap comes into view, and I hastily use my teeth to help pull your pants down. “Slow and steady, girl” you tease me, pulling the corner of your pants from my mouth as you continue your striptease. I get a glimpse of you naked, with the exception of your full jockstrap, before you put the blindfold on me. My pulse is racing, and all of my senses are immediately heightened. I feel the air move as you walk around in front of me, and the little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. My legs are crossed tightly as I slowly squirm in place, until I feel your hands on my knees, spreading me nice and wide. I feel sashes beginning to bind my ankles, and the throbbing of both my heart and clit intensifies.
Your fingers are now pressing against me, between my legs, stroking the wet lace that barely conceals me. I feel you gather my thong above my clit and pull upwards, creating the delicious friction that I love so much. I moan reflexively, wondering if your tongue will soon be making an appearance, as it usually does at this point. Everything is moving in slow motion, and I suddenly feel your mouth open and pressing against my pussy, your warm breath teasing me, and giving me a glimpse of what I want but cannot have yet, not until you say so. You are teasing me to maximum arousal, until I cannot take it anymore. Being out of control is not something I typically enjoy, but I am loving being your sexual submissive. You undo my bustier, my breasts bouncing eagerly as you release them from their lacy prison. My nipples are hard and begging to be teased and touched. Sensing my desire, I feel your tongue give each of them a quick lick, before I feel two cold firm pinches. Nipple clamps, I think with a grin, my Dom knows what I love. “Tell me how that feels”, your voice breaks through my daydream, your tone more commanding than I’m accustomed to. You are playing into the role, and I love it. “Yes,” I whisper obediently, breathlessly. “I love it, the way the clamps pinch my nipples, makes me so sensitive, makes my clit throb…” You grasp both my breasts firmly and push your face into my cleavage, breathing me in.
Jacob watches approvingly as you untie me from the chair, and lead me to a leather-clad spanking bench; it resembles a sawhorse, but with rests for arms or legs on either side of the apex. Still blindfolded with nipple clamps firmly in place, you both help me onto it, and I am now on all fours, straddling the bench, my ass leveled at your belly, and fully presented for you to have your way with. You give my glistening pussy a quick lick from behind, and for a split second, I get to savor the ecstasy of your warm soft tongue pressed against me. I immediately arch my back and try to press back into a face that is no longer there. Such a tease. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out”, I hear you command, and I do so, the edges of my lips curling into a smile. Naturally hoping for your cock, I feel a fleeting sense of disappointment when my outstretched tongue was met by something unfamiliar. Disappointment quickly turned to curiosity, as I tried to figure out what you were holding. Cold, firm, and flat, I could only surmise that it was a paddle of sorts. You rub it gently across my tongue and pull it away, and my ears perk up as I hear your footsteps recede. “Is that a paddle?” I ask, my voice quivering with excitement. “Yes,” your voice is low and steady, and coming from behind me. I feel it rubbing across one of my ass cheeks, slow, and in small circles, before I feel a sharp crack against my skin. The sound startles me more than the sensation, and my entire body tenses. Then you are rubbing my ass again, first with the paddle, and then your warm hand, caressing, easing the sharpness of the spanking. My body relaxes back into your palm, and you know I am okay . It was a startling feeling, but not painful. Like a small sharp pinch that lights up every nerve ending in that immediate area, followed by your warm, loving touch. My body has never felt more awake and alive. You repeat the same process with my other ass cheek: caress, sharp spank, followed by more caresses, first paddle, then you. This time, I let out a cry of pleasure and arch my back. You take a step back to appreciate my now dripping pussy. Who knew I’d be so into spanking? Once more, on each cheek, you decide, I’m being such a good girl.
You trace the edge of the paddle up my spine, sending shivers through me, I am biting my lip and quickly reaching my limit. It it no longer simply a desire to feel your cock fill my hungry mouth, my aching pussy, it is a need. “Baby, please, I need you…” I moan. I’ve been so good, you’ll let me have my way. “What would you like, my love?” You carefully undo my blindfold and your swollen manhood comes into view. I exhale deeply as the blindfold gets dropped to the floor, alongside your jock strap, and it is go time. I see I am not the only one whose been teased, as the precum drips from your throbbing cock head, and I implore you to feed me your cock. Now your turn to be obedient, and more than happy to oblige, you stand in front of me, magnificent cock in hand, stroking yourself slowly, firmly, into my waiting mouth.
The workshop has now turned into a full on sex show, as I hungrily begin to suck you. The first touch of my tongue to you sends shivers through your entire body, and it doesn’t take long before your entire cock is down my throat, threatening to explode at any moment. Determined to prolong the pleasure for both of us, you begrudgingly pull yourself from my mouth, but I am not done with you. Now my turn to be dominant, I climb off the spanking bench, take your hand in mine, and pull you towards a large bed, adorned with handcuffs and ties from each of the posts. The confidence with which I push you down on the bed makes your balls twitch. You know I am in full attack mode, and happy to be my victim. “Grab the straps above your head,” I tell you, the stern edge to my voice making you raise an eyebrow. Where is this going? you begin to wonder.
It doesn’t take long to find out, as I quickly move to push your legs up towards your head, and begin rimming you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. My lips and tongue flick and suck at you while my hand works in concert, stroking your cock firmly, purposefully. Your body melts into my mouth and you give in, happily, to the attention being showered on you. Your orgasm quickly beginning to arise in such a heightened state of arousal, you flip me over onto all fours and plunge yourself deeply, fully, inside of my pussy. My ass slams back into your hips. Pure rapture ripples through me as I begin to cum instantly, my orgasm washing over you, hot and wet. My insides flutter rapidly as you bury yourself in me, over and over again. My cries of pleasure ringing in your ears as you grasp my hips firmly in your hands, pulling me to you. “Please fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!” I beg, and that pushes you over the edge. I am the only woman who has ever asked, let alone begged, you to fuck me harder and harder, and you swell with pride and excitement at how much I love the feeling of you deep inside me. “Yes, baby!” you moan, as you thrust hard, and begin to unleash wave after wave of cum, my orgasmic shuddering milking every drop out of you. Your eyes are closed and head is leaned back, but you quickly snap to when you feel me abruptly pull away from you, and replace my dripping pussy with my eager mouth, licking and sucking both of our orgasms from you. This sends you into a final wave of ecstasy and I feel you, hot and sticky, in the back of my throat.
It takes a few moments before we regain our wits, and remember that we are still in the company of others. Many other, as it turns out, and we had drawn quite a crowd whilst in the throws of unbridled passion and pleasure. Once again, our love and dedication to pursuing the highest level of pleasure for one another had inspired those around us, and we survey the room as we climb to our feet, crowds of writhing bodies in different configurations, all indulging eagerly in one another.
The next morning, Victoria and Enzo find us at brunch, and excitedly begin to tell us about the crazy story they heard about an incredibly passionate couple from yesterday’s BDSM workshop..
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