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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I walk along the road that leads up to the venue. I’ve parked the car a couple of roads back as the access to the house is down a narrow road and parking was ridiculous. My palms are sweating as I approach the house, there is no one else around and I start to think in should turn around and bottle it. The house is an old Victorian detached property, certainly not what I've been expecting. The windows were covered with deep red velvet curtains, heavy and thick to stop the daylight breaching them. I walked closer to the door, my hand reaching for old style pull bell, with a slight tug the bell sounded in the entrance, soon I could footsteps approaching the distorted glass door. A man in his early 50's pulls hard as the heavy door slowly opens. He invites me through.
Inside the entrance hall it had been kept in keeping with the Victorian theme, plush walls draped with red silk and dimly lit as to add to the ambiance. The man introduced himself as Roger and went on to explain that he had been running events like today’s for years, they had now become very popular. He gave me a quick tour of the house. On the ground floor there was a large lounge, red leather chesterfield sofas and arm chairs positioned centrally, with carver style chairs running around the sides of the room. “You may drink your drinks in here, you may relax and chat with the girls but please don’t cum on the leather” he says with a cheeky glint in his eye.
He then leads me to the kitchen. “Help yourself to soft drinks and nibbles. Did you bring your own alcohol?” I nodded and he pointed and said I could leave it on the side. Next was into the dungeon room, he opens a heavy wooden door, leading down to a cellar. It was perfect, had that musty smell that invokes filth. It the corner was a rack, set up with leather bindings in each corner. A large cage with access holes in the centre of the room and several other pieces of equipment laid out on old pharmacy medicine tables. Up stairs there is a changing room, 3 large rooms with large beds in each, perfectly set up for fucking and watching.
As we were touring the house, people were milling around, chatting, flirting and getting ready for the party to start. I wanted to feel more comfortable so I went to the changing room, not exactly as I had imagined it to be, dark and lit only by a small lamp in the corner covered by a red silk scarf. There were ‘ladies’ getting changed and made up, perfume filled the air and my mind started to wonder and start fantasizing about what was to come.
I walked down the winding staircase into the kitchen. By now it had become very busy, people mingling and searching out their targets. I pour myself a large whisky, there was no ice, but quite frankly I just needed a drink inside me. I was truly petrified, all these new faces and I knew none of them. I finished the last drop in my glass and reached for the bottle again, as I did, a hand joined mine on the neck of the bottle, I turned sharply and beside me stood a very sexy woman, dark skinned, dressed in a tight black pvc Basque, a matching suspender belt held her black sheer lacy stockings to her legs. As my eyes travelled from bottom to top, soaking up the beautiful image before me, our eyes met and she smiled.
She took my hand and suggested that we move through to the lounge, plenty of others were gathering here and we found ourselves a place to sit. Her name was Sharmaine and this was her first time visiting any club, let alone a tv party. “So what made you come here?” I asked nervously. She went on to explain that over the past few years she had discovered that she liked her men to be bi or at least curious and found that a lot of these men were very much in to the idea of transsexuals or cross dressers’ “no better way to find the men i want than at a tv club right?” she whispers. I guess she was right, there was a nice mix of males, females, tv’s and cross dressers here today, plenty of choice I’d say.
We walked through into the hallway, she took my hand and guided me up stairs. My heart was pounding, where were we going? What would she want me to do? The realism of it all had hit me! We reached one of the large play rooms. There were beautiful ladies everywhere, some I could tell were women, some very convincing tv’s and some crudely made up guys. She was in control of me. She pushed me forward into the room. “See her, I want you to play with her for me” I moved closer towards her, she was exactly my type, dark brown hair, full ass, smooth and very feminine. My hand started to stroke her smooth skin. She was standing in the middle of 2 guys, a cock in each hand, slowly wanking them whilst they were kissing her shoulders and neck. I stood behind her, caressing her smooth ass, running my hands over her silk panties. I began to kiss her back, her head arching back and moaning as I did. My hands wandered up and down her body, touching her erect nipples. She had pert breasts and real, just how I liked them. I span her body round as the other 2 men walked away, she was all mine.
I lay her down on the large circular bed, kissing and tracing my tongue up her luscious legs until I reached her glory. She had a stunning cock, all of 6-7 inches worth and uncut. I began to lick the tip, the foreskin was loose and covered in silky pre cum. I nibbled the loose skin with my teeth sending her into ecstasy. She was pushing her cock into my face, thrusting it forward to me as I cupped her tight balls with my hand. I opened my mouth wide and fed her length into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch, deeper into my throat. She began to work her cock in and out, virtually fucking my head, the sound this was creating was unreal, I gagged and squelched around her juicy cock. She grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me hard, she came hard into my eager mouth, so much pumping into me that it began to trickle out from the sides as she continued to force herself into me.
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Don't want to just churn this one out 
