The Dinner Date [BDSM, Group Sex]

You knew something was up the moment I told you I was taking you to dinner. You kept prodding me for details, but all I would tell you was to “dress nicely”, which did little to assuage the nervous energy flittering inside you. Instead of fretting over my plans for you, you directed that energy towards finishing your workday out with a bang.

You left the office, only slightly frustrated with Friday traffic, and with a smile creeping across your face. You couldn’t help but wonder what plans I had for you. You turned your radio up to drown out the thoughts of what sexual pleasures you might be in for tonight, and focus on your driving.

I knocked on your door only 8 minutes later than I had planned. I noticed you had already enjoyed a glass of wine, which meant you had been ready for some length of time. I smiled to myself at your eagerness for the unknown of the evening.

You questioned me repeatedly about what I had in store, but all I would tell you was “just relax. Trust me.” The latter you did easily, the former; not nearly as well. You couldn’t help your body’s reactions to my mysterious answers, and you told me that your panties were getting wet. I smiled mischievously.

Dinner was, just dinner. Nice enough and the bottle of wine you had with it was quite delicious. But you were so anxious for what was going to happen after, that you barely paid attention to your food. You said it was tasty, but you couldn’t remember what you had.

Shortly before paying the check, I received a text message. Looking at you, I said “it’s time.” and we paid, and made our way to the valet. I handed you a ten dollar bill, and whispered in your ear “why don’t you add your panties to the tip?” Your heart fluttered, but you quickly glanced around, and noticed we were relatively unwatched, before removing them and folding the bill around them.

We got into the car, and I told the valet “I believe the lady has your tip” as you rolled your window down, and handed him your panties and the cash. We pulled away, before he could say anything, but you watched him in the mirror, as he clearly held your panties to his face and breathed you in.

“Open the glove box, and pull out the package” I said to you. You grinned, and quickly did, seeing a plain white box, tied with red ribbon. It resembled a candy box, but you knew it wasn’t such. “Open it” I demanded.

Inside the box was a note, and a blindfold, made from leather, with rabbit fur lined eye patches, and a note. ‘For the rest of the evening, you must wear this. You may not take it off under any circumstances.’ Your heartbeat quickened, but you immediately complied, and put it over your eyes cinching the buckle tight. You couldn’t see a thing.

We drove for about twenty minutes, with you having no clue where we were. Your sense of direction in this city was always a bit off. We stopped somewhere and parked. I got out of the car, and walked to your door, opened it for you, and helped you get out. I closed the door, and led you a few steps away until you heard another door open. You were somewhat embarrassed to find we were in some sort of hotel lobby, and here you were blindfolded and being led into who knows what.

A short elevator ride later, and your anticipation had only grown. You seriously couldn’t wrap your head around what I had in store for you, but you were so aroused and keyed up, you were almost giggling. Suddenly we stopped, and I released your hand. You could hear muffled voices and some sort of music playing from beyond a closed door, when my hands suddenly brushed your hair back behind your ears.

“Trust me” I said. But I already knew you would. I inserted small foam earplugs into your ears. You could still hear, a bit, but everything sounded as if it was underwater. You felt your inner thighs get damp, as your body reacted to your senses being deprived. I took your hand and lead you into the room and we were greeted by a round of applause. Your heart stammered.

Mind racing, you quickly tried to guess how many people were there, and what I would let them do to you, when you suddenly heard my muffled voice, give instructions. You couldn’t believe what I was saying, but you couldn’t hide the fact that it was turning you on either.

“Welcome to tonight’s entertainment. I have selected you all carefully to enjoy this evening to the fullest extent possible. You may do to her what you wish, use her as you wish. However, you must stop if she says red. If she is unable to speak because her mouth is occupied, you must stop if she shakes her head. You must also stop when the music stops, as that will be the end of the party. If you do not follow these rules, you will be forced to leave. Understood?” I said, and you practically orgasmed as you understood, finally, what was in store. You also heard several hushed and muffled voices agree.

I raised your hands, unzipped and removed your dress. I removed your bra, and let you stand there, naked, quivering, with all these strange eyes upon you. You were positively dripping at this point. I led you to the bed, and laid you down, where you felt other hands take each limb, and bind them in the Velcro restraints.

“Let the party begin, now” you heard me say, before you felt hands, so many hands, begin to roam your body. There were fingers in your mouth, fingers on your nipples, fingers grazing your inner thighs, fingers tracing your hairless pussy. You came within seconds. And again. And again.

You heard nothing but the sounds of your own moaning, and cries of pleasure. You felt nothing but the sensation of all your pleasure centers being touched simultaneously by any number of people. You felt tongues press against your mouth, and you kissed them back. You felt mouths on your nipples, and someone began to lick up your thigh, and let their tongue dance over your clit. You felt a woman’s lips replace a man’s on your mouth, and you came again. You felt a penis begin to slap your face, and you swallowed it whole, eagerly deepthroating it. You felt another cock in the palm of your bound hand, and you wrapped your fist around it. You could feel someone’s hand on your forearm, guiding your fingers to their wet pussy, and you began to rub her clit and slide your fingers inside her. There was nothing for you to do but be used by all these people. You exploded into another orgasm.

You felt the cock in your mouth begin to twitch, as he came inside your mouth. You had no choice but to swallow it, and as soon as you did, you felt another woman squat on your face. You felt your soaked pussy be penetrated by a condom covered cock, and you licked her pussy, while getting fucked. You could tell it was not me, inside you, but you knew I was there. Watching you, and enjoying the sight.

For hours, it felt like you were tied there. Bound not only by the restraints, but by your utter and complete devotion to lust. You were there to be a plaything for these people and you enjoyed every minute of it, but you desperately wanted me. You had no idea how many times you came, or how many people orgasmed because of you. All you knew was that you wanted me. Needed me. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Before you could say your safe word though, you heard the music stop, and as it did, everything else slowly stopped. Gently your restraints were undone, and you felt me pick you up and help you stand steady, as a fuzzy robe was draped about your shoulders, and then set you back on the bed. I removed your earplugs and you heard me tell the room, that the party was over. You heard people getting dressed, and asked me how long the whole thing lasted.

“Two and half hours” I replied. “You were magnificent.” Then you felt a kiss on your cheek, and a woman’s voice thank you, then a man’s voice say it. You counted the different voices as they all kissed your cheek and thanked you, before leaving. Nine. Nine people had their way with you tonight. Six were men. You couldn’t believe it. You heard the door shut and the latch of the lock, as I slid it home, and then I removed your blindfold.

“Now are you ready for the rest of your surprise?” I asked. You were still in a bit of shock over what happened, but you nodded in assent. I led you into the bathroom, where there was an oversized tub, filling with warm water, and bubbles. After propping an IPad onto the edge of the tub, I undressed and then removed your robe before leading you into the tub with me.

“And here we go” I said, and then tapped the screen of the tablet. I had been recording the whole night’s events, and was now showing you what you could only feel before. We sat in that tub for over an hour, snuggled up, watching that tablet. You were in utter amazement, and could feel yourself becoming aroused again. We got out of the tub, and went back to the bed, where we had slow, passionate and sensual sex for the rest of the night until we both fell asleep from physical exhaustion.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9mqjb/the_dinner_date_bdsm_group_sex