Teased and Taken at a Sexy Party [NC, female POV, MFMFMF+F, footwear, anal play] Act 1

My roommate Darla runs these lingerie and sex toy home parties as a side hustle. I imagine it’s similar to other product demo parties, a gaggle of wine drunk girlfriends passing dildos around, tasting flavoured lube, and giggling profusely. I’m sure it’s a good time.

So when she burst in the door this afternoon, in full panic, begging me to fill in because she’d double booked herself, I agreed.

“Scarlet, you’re the *best*. You don’t even have to brush up on the products. You’ll be paired with one of my co-hosts, Curtis. He’s great, you’ll love him. You just need to show up, model the outfits and accessories, and be your gorgeous self!”

As promised, Curtis was a delight. When he came to pick me up from our apartment, we laughed and chatted a bit before Darla waved us off with a string of thank you’s, and assured Curtis I would be the perfect replacement model. He cranked the music as we drove over to the boujie side of down, pumped for some good times. The party was being held at this **gorgeous mansion** for three rich couples hosting a *risqué* night in.

I’d given myself a full spa makeover before leaving the house. My dark hair cascaded down my back in soft curls, my eye makeup was fierce, and my plump lips were traced with cherry red lip gloss. I’d painted my nails, shaved *everything*, and put on some sparkly earrings. I was feeling pretty hot, and couldn’t wait to see the lingerie I’d be prancing around in.

Margot, a fit, perfectly polished woman in her early thirties, greeted us at the door with a large wine glass clasped in her manicured hand.

“You’re here!” she cooed, “Please come in! So nice to see you again Curtis, I’ve been looking forward to this for *weeks*. We’re all in the dining room.” She wobbled ahead of us on her stilettos, clearly already a few drinks into her evening.

‘Dining room’ is an insultingly simple title for the grand space we entered. It had a long, narrow, marble topped table, with a set of stairs on one end leading up to the surface. It was like an in-house fashion runway! A gorgeous, modern chandelier hovered high above the table and pot lights bordered the room. I openly gaped at the sheer luxury. At twenty-three with a part-time retail job, *IKEA* was too expensive for me.

The guests were gathered at the head of the table, drinks in hand, in front of a lavish platter of charcuterie.

“Let me introduce everybody! This is my *husband*, Trent, and our double trouble couple friends,” she giggled at her own silliness, “Austin and Sandra, and Jared and Debbie.”

The husbands were man-spreading in the elegant, padded dining chairs, their suit jackets shrugged off, ties discarded, and collars unbuttoned. The women also appeared to be in a state of partially undressed business attire; panty hose, pumps, pencil skirts and silky blouses. Their hair was shaken free from whatever tight bun it had spent their Friday in. These were power couples, drowning in disposable income. I’m sure they spent their days buying up companies, devouring them, and selling off the pieces.

Margot, the bubbly, blonde hostess, led me down the hall to a massive guest bathroom where I could change. Curtis started unpacking his cases and pumped heady music through the built in stereo system.

I swaggered out in my first ensemble, a sheer, flouncy *I just murdered my husband* robe with a matching teddy, and pair of nude, open toe slipper heels with adorable pom poms.

I climbed the steps of the dining table runway, tits perky, hips swaying, and shooting winks down at our yuppie customers. After each model walk, I descended and cruised around the chairs, allowing the guests to inspect the outfits more closely.

The women squealed with delight, fondling the silky fabrics with wandering hands, running fingers over the lace accents, and stroking the silky stockings.

Debbie gave me a playful slap on my behind, gasping, “Girl! I wish I had your ass!”

Sandra cupped my breasts, pouting, “These are natural aren’t they? You lucky bitch. I was going to ask where you got them done. I want to go up a size.”

“Home grown, sorry girl!” I gave my tits a little shimmy, shaking them in her face, grinning.

Margot was pulling at her husband’s sleeve, “Babe, I want that set for my birthday! Curtis, does it come in red?”

“Red, black, nude, pink and navy blue!”

“Whatever your little heart desires, sweetheart. You can wear whatever you want while you’re making me dinner.”

Margot gasped indignantly and lightly smacked Trent on the arm. The rest of the group laughed at his bad joke. I giggled along, enjoying the attention, not particularly minding how handsy these tipsy upper-crust ladies were getting.

We showcased a few lingerie options before breaking out a classic black lace bra and panty set with matching garter belt, stockings, and black patent leather platform heels. It was time to demo the more *exciting* accessories.

Curtis paraded me around in fluffy handcuffs, a leather collar and leash, even some cat ears and matching tail. More wine was poured and dessert was served. Velvet lined cases of jeweled buttplugs, lipstick vibrators, dildos, and cockrings were passed around the table. This crowd definitely knew how to unwind after what I imagine was a very stressful work week.

“Now it’s really time to play,” announced Curtis, “Trent, would you prep the table?”

Trent popped out some squares tiles from the table I hadn’t noticed until now. They were flush with the surface and hid metal rings below. There was one in the center of the table and a few around the edges.

“This was a custom build from one of our sister companies,” Curtis explained excitedly as he laid a leather cuff set out on the table, “I hope you’re getting a lot of use out of it.”

“Oh most definitely.” Trent winked at Margot and she giggled into her wine glass, blushing.

Hidden feature BDSM furniture? Now that’s a classy way to spend your millions. I wonder what their bedroom is rigged up with. Curtis fastened me into the cuff set, linking my wrists together in front of my body. I flashed a sultry smile at our customers, showing off the supple leather restraints. Curtis turned me around to face the table, bending me forward and hooking the cuffs to the ring in the center. My arms were outstretched, my ass in the air, and my bare stomach pressed into the cool marble.

“Ooo that’s a little chilly!” I chuckled, trying to hide my discomfort as I realized I was actually being bound for this part of the demo.

Teetering on my heels, Curtis kicked my legs apart and connected a wide, metal bar between my ankles.

“The spreader bar comes included with the set, along with an extended chain for the wrists.”

The couples shifted their chairs, bringing them over to form a semi circle around my lacey clad ass.

“The bra and panty set is especially compatible with restraints, as it is equipped with breakaway clasps on each piece.”

With a few quick pinches Curtis freed the claps on my underwear. I felt the fabric spring apart and fall away, air kissing my sex, now bare for the whole room to see.

“Woah! Curtis, this *really* isn’t what I signed up for.” I chuckled uncomfortably, yanking back on the wrist restraints.

Curtis ignored my lighthearted protests and pressed on with his demonstration,

“I know Margot and Trent here are trying for a *baby*,”—all the ladies shrieked with excitement—“so I doubt you’ll be purchasing any, but you all *have* to try these condoms. Brand new technology, very exclusive, you can’t even feel that they’re on. Sandra, would you be a doll and hand out these samples?”

I couldn’t turn to see what was happening behind me, but a sense of dread was creeping down my spine.

“Curtis, let me up.”

“You’re doing great, Scarlet. Everyone is *loving* you.” He smoothed a hand over my ass and I felt lube being dripped down my naked pussy. Deft fingers began spreading the slippery substance before rubbing my clit in slow circles.

“Okay, seriously Curtis, what the fuck is going on?” I tried to squirm away, but the spreader bar made it impossible to change my stance. I was shackled firmly in place.

I heard a gentle whir fire up before I felt something smooth and vibrating press against my slit. My whole body jolted as the persistent humming spread through my body. Without my permission, a small whimper left my lips.

“I’m using the She Wave bullet vibrator by the way, very quiet and discreet. Only 3 inches in length, it’s perfect for stashing in your purse for pleasure on the go!”

Curtis held the vibrator against my clit and moved it in torturous circles. I wanted him to stop, this wasn’t right, but it felt amazing. I could feel myself getting wet as a heat built low in my core. He brought his fingers up to my slit and pressed two inside, spreading the lube and mixing it with my arousal.

I yelped in surprise. Almost missing the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper pulled down, as Curtis continued to pump me leisurely with his fingers.

“All ready for you Trent! Take that condom for a test drive!”

Curtis’s fingers slipped away and the vibrations on my clit ceased. I only had a second to breathe before a solid presence appeared at my back. I suddenly felt a hard cock nudging at my entrance.

“Wait! W-wait—”

Trent thrust forward, stretching my pussy around his thick length, bottoming out deep inside me. He immediately started pounding a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass. My mouth dropped open on a silent gasp in complete shock.

“Oh my god, this is phenomenal. How long have these been on the market, Curtis? It’s like I’m not even wearing a condom.”

“New this year! They aren’t even available yet in the dental dam or female condom varieties.”

Still thrusting to a steady beat, Trent smoothed his hands over my ass like he was feeling the leather interior of a new sports car.

“Jared, you’ve gotta give this a go!”

I heard another zipper being pulled down and the telltale quiet snaps of a condom being rolled down. Trent had hardly finished sliding out of me before I felt Jared line up at my entrance.

“Guys, just give me a second here!” I pleaded breathlessly.

Jared wasted no time impaling me on his throbbing erection. He drove his cock in deep, again and again, stretching me and teasing my g-spot with the repeated pounding. I didn’t want to like it but I was losing control, my pussy absolutely drenched. I started moaning and writhing on the table, my orgasm building against my will.

“Don’t worry ladies,” Curtis announced brightly, “I have something for you to test out too, feather ticklers!”

Sandra suddenly appeared at my left, snickering and tracing a feathered wand down my arm and back. Margot ran another one up my leg. The sensations were too much for my heated skin. All my nerves were firing as the combination of Jared’s thrusting mixed with the gentle tickling of the women’s explorations.

“I can feel her contracting, this is an incredibly smooth ride. Very impressive product, Curtis!”

Jared picked up the pace, digging his fingers into my plump ass, claiming me powerfully. My will crumbled and my orgasm crested, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I moaned into the table, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

While her husband was still slamming into my dripping wet slit, Debbie hopped up on the table beside me. She ran her fingers over a set of jewelled butt plugs in a case, selecting a sparkling, stainless steel bulb, “I want to see what this one looks like.”

“Of course! Beautiful choice, the purple heart jewel. Now this one is a little larger, but with enough lube, we’ll be fine. Sorry Jared, a small intermission, if you’d just hold still a moment.”

Curtis took the plug from her and dribbled a generous amount of lube on my ass. “If you’d warm her up a little, that would be great.”

I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm when Jared began rubbing his thumb around my ass before slipping it inside. I cried out at the invasion but he continued, soon replacing his thumb with two fingers, stretching me out. I was so weak and still trembling, the muscles relaxed with his massaging. I felt the hard tip of the metal plug line up at my entrance before Curtis pressed in slowly, popping it into place. I felt overwhelmingly full.

“Look, it’s so pretty!” Sandra cried, delighted, “I’m definitely buying one.”

“Gorgeous, honey, but where are my manners? Austin, you haven’t had a go!”

*To be continued in Act 2!*

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