I’ve long had a fantasy of being involved in a group sex situation, as a submissive. The way I picture it, I’m at a party, perhaps a dinner party or something similar, surrounded by beautiful men and women. I am there as a helper to the host, dressed for the party but assisting the guests and serving their non-carnal needs. It seems that, as I help move the party along, the guests are giving me knowing looks from above their cocktails and hors d’oeuvres.
I find a quiet seat in the corner, taking a few moments to myself after making my rounds. As my mind wanders from the room, I feel a strong hand on my shoulder, and turn to find a man and his gorgeous date standing above me. He motions that I should stand, and though I don’t know why, I feel compelled to do so. He looks to his date with a nod, and then leads me to the middle of the room. The chatter in the room has quieted significantly and I look around to find the other party guests looking in my direction. The man who led me here grabs me by the waist, kissing me deeply, right there in front of all those people. A lady approaches and starts to rub my shoulders and slowly work my dress downward. Suddenly I am covered in hands and mouths as I’m forced to my knees, my dress and panties tossed aside. I’m surrounded by men in tailored suits and women in impeccable dresses. One of them stands in front of me with his pants unzipped, a delicious-looking cock standing at attention. He motions me to take him in my mouth, which I do, as another man places my right hand on his own cock and guides my hand along his shaft and head. A few minutes of this pass, with different guests presenting their members to my eager mouth and hands, when I’m suddenly lifted to my feet by a woman who forces my mouth onto her erect nipples. I reach up her skirt and begin to rub her wet pussy as the various hands converge on my body, touching my pussy, my breasts, my ass, working their fingers along and into every possible place on my body.
I’m led to the dining room table which somehow has been cleared of its dishes and glasses, laid down on it and tied with God only knows to its solid legs. I’m spread eagle and completely naked, and the party’s guests are circling the table like sharks. Someone is playing with my pussy. There is a woman kneeling over my face, forcing her pussy on my tongue. Suddenly there is a cock inside of me, fucking me harder and harder. A man is putting his cock in my mouth. A woman is sliding her slender fingers into my tight little asshole. Someone is pulling my hair. Someone else is untying my legs, only to force them up and give my ass and legs swift slaps. I am tied up again. I am blindfolded, and the inundation of cock, pussy, hands and fingers continues. I am unsure how many different men I’ve sucked off, how many women I’ve tasted, who has fucked me and who hasn’t. They untie me to turn me over, or place me on all fours, or whatever, posing me like a doll then having their way with me. If I try to struggle, I’m rewarded with a swift slap and another cock or pussy. I’ve come already, several times, and my pussy and ass and the rest of my body are feeling highly sensitive, but they continue, enjoying getting themselves off and watching me squirm in agony and pleasure. This goes on for what seems like eternity, but must have been an hour, maybe two, maybe longer. They are finished with my body, and I am exhausted. I’m allowed to stand, whereupon the host of the party looks to me and nods that I may leave the room, clean myself up and rest. I slowly make my way to the bathroom where I clean some of the traces of sex off my body, then go and collapse, spent and sore and still a little turned on, into the guest room bed.