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    Warehouse 8

    1 June, 2018 (01:52) | Uncategorized | By: admin

    By Anonymous Author 
    A couple attends a rather unusual party. (MF, couples, 
    bi, exh, voy, swingers)
    A rather elegant, hand-addressed invitation was in my 
    mailbox on Tuesday.  The ivory bond envelope looked 
    very expensive, and was sealed with wax and ribbon. I 
    opened the invitation and read: 
    'Peter, as a close and very trusted friend of Sam and 
    Michelle Rogers, you have been invited to a special 
    party on Saturday, June 21. The party will be held in 
    Warehouse 8 at Pier 16 and will begin at 9:00 p.m. We 
    ask that you be on time, that you wear loose-fitting, 
    comfortable clothing, and please, do not bring a 
    I have known Sam and Michelle for many years. Sam and I 
    went to MIT together and he is my best friend. Sam is 
    an architect, highly imaginative and one of the best in 
    the country. He is a bit of an eccentric genius and 
    lots of fun, not to mention a good, dependable friend. 
    When my wife, Carol, walked out on me a couple of years 
    ago, Sam and Michelle patiently spent more than one 
    evening listening to my self-pity and outraged 
    ramblings about "That ungrateful, cheating bitch," and 
    watched as I attempted to drown my sorrow in a bottle 
    of vodka. 
    After two weeks, they had apparently decided I wasn't 
    going to snap out of it, so the two of them appeared at 
    my house one afternoon. While Michelle straightened up 
    my kitchen, Sam threw me into the shower and refused to 
    hand me a towel until I had sobered up somewhat. 
    For several hours afterwards, my friends quietly 
    reminded me that I was not meant to be embalmed alive, 
    reminisced about the good times we had shared, both 
    with and without Carol. They reminded me that the hopes 
    and dreams we had along the way wasn't guaranteed to be 
    our reality. A lot of conversations followed that one, 
    and their determination to keep me from slowly killing 
    myself earned my respect, gratitude and, pardon the 
    pun, undying loyalty. 
    Michelle has been the object of countless fantasies and 
    frankly, I've been secretly in love with her for years. 
    Michelle is an extremely intelligent, strawberry blonde 
    with a sexy, rubenesque figure. She is down to earth, 
    fun-loving, and the perfect foil for Sam's sometimes 
    strange sense of humor.  She has the most glorious set 
    of tits I've ever seen, not to mention a beautiful, 
    heart-shaped ass. 
    I've often thought it intentional that she wore her 
    jeans so tight you could see the outline of her pussy. 
    She usually wore a tank top so sheer that you could see 
    her nipples through it. She'd bend down to serve me a 
    drink and her tits would be right there, close enough 
    for me to worship. 
    I constantly had to fight the urge to reach out and 
    fondle them, and dreamed of wrapping my mouth around 
    them every time I saw her. She was an experienced 
    tease, who must have thrived on the knowledge that I 
    had to shift my jeans whenever she was around.
    Reading the invitation again, I mused about the great 
    parties that Sam and Michelle had always thrown. You 
    never really knew what to expect from them; but given 
    their past successes, I made my plans to attend the 
    Saturday night rolled around and I drove to Pier 16. 
    Approaching the pier, I wondered what kind of party 
    required a warehouse. Since Sam was an architect and 
    frequently remodeled warehouses into stylish offices, I 
    assumed this was an open house party. That still didn't 
    explain the request for loose-fitting clothes, but I 
    knew I'd find out soon enough.
    I located the warehouse easily. As I walked towards the 
    door, I could see a paper hanging on it. The 
    streetlight on the pier was bright enough to allow me 
    to read:
    'You've been chosen to be one of five special guests at 
    our party tonight.  You have proven your friendship and 
    loyalty to us over the many years, and this party will 
    require the maximum amount of trust in you. Please come 
    inside and follow the directions you'll find. Once you 
    enter, please do not speak.'
    I was now very intrigued. I opened the door slowly, not 
    knowing what to expect on the other side. I found 
    myself in a well-decorated reception area.  It was, in 
    fact, one of Sam's remodels, with light gray carpeting 
    and off-white walls. On either side of the room were 
    closed doors. On the door to the left was a sign, which 
    gave the following directions:
    'Go through this door and down the hallway. At the end 
    of the hallway, you will find a table with several 
    items on it. Read the directions you find there and 
    remember not to speak.'
    I went to the door and walked down the hallway. The 
    hall ended in a candle-lit room. There, to my 
    amazement, I saw Michelle, completely naked, reclining 
    in an antique lounge. She was blindfolded and her hands 
    were bound together over her head by a velvet rope. 
    About three feet from Michelle was the table, upon 
    which various sex toys were laid out in a neat row. A 
    sign above the table read:
    'This is The Body. You may use any of these things on 
    The Body, or you may use your hands, mouth, or tongue. 
    You may not use your penis. For the next five minutes, 
    stimulate The Body in any way you choose, bringing it 
    as close to orgasm as possible, but do not let The Body 
    climax! When you hear the chimes, turn right and 
    proceed into the next room.'
    Despite many fantasies involving Michelle, I was 
    stunned. I couldn't believe what I saw and was sure 
    that I had somehow slipped over the edge of sanity.  
    Remembering the time limit, I moved to the table and 
    checked out the extensive array of toys. Seeing nothing 
    that amused me as much as Michelle, I walked over to 
    her. I stood for a moment, looking at this naked, 
    helpless woman. 
    I focused on the breasts that had taunted me for so 
    long and noticed that her nipples were erect. I reached 
    out and gently touched silky skin, and felt her quiver 
    slightly in response. I leaned in close and flicked her 
    nipple with my tongue. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the 
    faint, musky scent of her body as I wrapped my lips 
    around her nipple, and sucked it into my mouth.  I 
    swirled my tongue around it and bit lightly. 
    Michelle softly sighed. After a moment, I moved to the 
    pussy that I had desired for so long. Kneeling at 
    Michelle's side, I spread her legs open. Soft, silky 
    hair parted way and by the glistening I saw, I could 
    tell that she was very wet. Her clit, shining with 
    juice, was beautiful! I pushed her legs open more and 
    drove my tongue deep into that gorgeous pussy.
    How many times had I wondered how this woman would 
    taste? Since she was my best friend's wife, I had been 
    quite certain I'd never know. Licking Michelle's clit, 
    she tasted sweet, and I lapped the juices that poured 
    from her. She pressed herself harder against my mouth. 
    Hearing her moan, I licked and sucked her clit until I 
    could tell she was ready to explode. 
    Remembering the sign, I stopped, but not happily. She 
    moaned and whispered, "Please, don't stop!" I wanted to 
    tell her that I was sorry, but remembered the 
    admonishment about silence. I heard the chimes, so I 
    stood up, stroked her cheek and walked away. 
    To my right was another door. I walked through it and 
    found myself in a large room. There were candles 
    everywhere, which were the only light source. There 
    were five chairs arranged in a semi-circle, with each 
    chair about three feet from the next. At the far end 
    was a video camera on a tripod. 
    I was surprised to find two of the chairs already 
    occupied. In the chair closest to the door sat Taylor, 
    whom I had met several times. He was another good 
    friend of Sam and Michelle's. While we had always 
    gotten along well, Taylor and I hadn't managed to get 
    together socially. I nodded at him and looked at the 
    next guy. 
    Tim was someone I knew quite well. I had met Tim at Sam 
    and Michelle's some years ago. Unlike Taylor, Tim and I 
    had quickly developed a good friendship. We've gone to 
    a few football games and gotten sloppy drunk on more 
    than one occasion. I did some quick math and figured 
    that if Taylor, Tim and I were already here, we must 
    have about ten minutes and two guys to go. 
    Then I noticed another table, with a sign above it on 
    the wall. Walking over, I read: 
    'In a short while, you will be witness to an incredible 
    event, one which we are fairly certain you have never 
    seen live. On the table, you will find a black hood. 
    Take the hood, go to your seat and keep the 'no 
    speaking' rule.  When the last man comes into the room, 
    please put the hood on.'
    I looked at the hood, which looked like a ski mask made 
    of nylon, with holes for eyes, nose and mouth. I turned 
    back to the chairs. A few feet in front of them was a 
    curtain that stretched from one side of the room to 
    other. I was extremely curious as to what was behind 
    the curtain, but resisted the urge to peek. I sat down 
    in the chair next to Tim. 
    After a couple of minutes, the door opened and another 
    friend walked in, looking slightly flustered. A knowing 
    grin on his face, he nodded hello to us as he walked to 
    read the next sign. I was extremely surprised to see 
    him there, because Russ was Sam's brother! I was dying 
    to talk to him, since I couldn't believe he had been 
    with Michelle. Mindful of the rules though, I kept my 
    mouth shut as he took the chair next to me. 
    That left one more man. I wondered who it was and what 
    we'd find behind the curtain. I looked at Russ, who was 
    rubbing his cock through his jeans. His eyes were 
    closed and I was willing to bet he was reliving his 
    five minutes with Michelle. I could still smell her 
    pussy and was erect myself. 
    The candlelight, the smell of pussy, and the excitement 
    of the whole event was more than I had dared to dream 
    would occur in my lifetime. An avid porn collector, I 
    had read and watched videos of some pretty erotic 
    stuff. Now I was going actually experience it! I felt 
    like I was dreaming, as it finally dawned on me that 
    each of us had had a small 'taste' of Michelle. 
    Remembering the toys, I wondered who used what. I also 
    thought about five men bringing Michelle to the very 
    brink of climax and pulling her back. How frustrated 
    she must be!
    The door opened and in walked Mark. Mark has always 
    been a puzzle to me.  Another of Sam and Michelle's 
    friends, he never quite seemed to fit in with the rest 
    of their friends. He looked and acted like a 'biker,' 
    but I knew him to be quiet and contemplative. He was an 
    avid photographer and his works were always serene. He 
    read the sign, took his hood, and moved to the chair by 
    the video camera. Watching as Mark put on his hood, I 
    realized it was time to don mine. The hood was snug, 
    but fit well.
    By this time, the atmosphere in the room was electric. 
    We all knew that the "incredible event" was about to 
    begin, and there was considerable fidgeting among us. I 
    could hear soft, rustling noises behind the curtain, 
    and tried to guess what they were.
    Before I could give it too much thought, the curtain 
    quietly opened, apparently by remote control. There was 
    a platform that was raised about a foot from the 
    ground. On the platform was a well-padded table about a 
    foot tall and eight feet long. The table was 
    spotlighted by a soft light. Next to the platform was 
    the table of toys that I last saw in Michelle's room. 
    Standing next to the table was one of the most 
    incredible blondes I've ever seen. This girl was 
    absolutely built for fucking! She had long, well-built 
    legs, tits which were firm and high, and her ass was 
    perfect. She was wearing 5" black heels and a black 
    corset. She had on a black garter belt, which secured 
    sheer black stockings. Her hair reached her waist and 
    was almost snow white. Her face was incredibly, 
    unbelievably beautiful. 
    The girl stood with her hands on her hips. The look on 
    her face was confident--she obviously knew she was hot. 
    The door we had come through opened again, and Sam, 
    wearing only a robe, walked in, leading Michelle by a 
    slim gold chain. The chain ended at rings, which 
    appeared to pierce Michelle's nipples. She was still 
    blindfolded and her hands were tied in front of her by 
    the velvet rope. 
    My hands were gripping the edge of my chair and I was 
    breathing fast.  Completely excited by what was coming, 
    I watched Sam lead Michelle to the platform and gently 
    help her to the table. He leaned over and kissed her 
    deeply. Turning, he left the platform, and motioned to 
    Mark, then to the video camera, silently asking him to 
    film. Mark stood and adjusted the camera to his eye. 
    Sam then took Mark's seat. 
    The blond, whose name I later found out was Ashley, 
    took the rope that tied Michelle's hands. From under 
    the upper edge of the table, Ashley pulled out a ring, 
    to which she attached the rope. Michelle was now tied 
    to the table, her hands over her head. Ashley took 
    Michelle's legs and laid each one down, and slightly 
    over the edge of the table. From under the end, on each 
    side, she pulled out another velvet rope and tied 
    Michelle's legs so that she was in a spread-eagled 
    Breathless, my heart beating hard, I watched Ashley 
    move to the far side of the table so that she was 
    facing us. She slightly leaned over and twisted 
    Michelle's nipple with her fingertips. Michelle's face 
    contorted and she squirmed. I could see her chest rise 
    and tighten with anticipation. 
    I had always dreamed of watching two women together, 
    and God knows I've seen enough videos of it, but this 
    was happening before my very eyes! Not only that, it 
    was a woman I had adored and been sexually wanting for 
    years. My cock was hard as a rock and demanding 
    satisfaction! I mentally instructed it to be patient, 
    since it was obvious that the show was just beginning. 
    I watched as Ashley kissed Michelle on the mouth. I 
    could Michelle straining to accept it and watch as her 
    tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, twisting and 
    dancing with Ashley's. While they kissed, Ashley 
    outlined Michelle's nipple with her fingernail. Ashley 
    moved her mouth to Michelle's nipple and bit it. 
    Michelle jumped, but leaned more into Ashley. 
    Ashley twirled her tongue around Michelle's nipple, 
    gently sucking it. Occasionally, she would pull back 
    and blow softly. Michelle by this time was breathing 
    very hard, and moaning softly. Ashley ran her tongue 
    down Michelle's body, dipping into her naval, and 
    licking her stomach. Michelle's head moved back and 
    forth, her lips slightly apart, and her moaning was 
    incredibly erotic. She looked beautiful! 
    I watched Ashley stroke Michelle's body while she 
    licked her. She used the very tips of her nails and 
    gently ran them over Michelle's chest and stomach.  
    Ashley's eyes were glazed and you could see the 
    intense, hungry look she sometimes gave Michelle, like 
    a lion about to devour her prey. Ashley moved to that 
    soft spot just above Michelle's thigh and licked it 
    softly. Michelle jumped, moving her position slightly. 
    Ashley slapped Michelle hard on the thigh and Michelle 
    immediately quit moving. 
    Finally, Ashley's mouth hovered just above Michelle's 
    clit. Michelle tensed, breathing faster. I've done that 
    to a woman before, and know the anticipation it causes-
    -your mouth is warm and close to her pussy. She knows 
    that it's coming, but she's not sure exactly when. Just 
    as I thought Ashley was moving to lick Michelle's clit, 
    she pulled away and stood up. I heard Michelle softly 
    cry out "Please!" Ashley was an expert tease, and 
    refused Michelle's plea.
    Ashley walked to the table with the toys on it. After a 
    moment, she selected a dildo shaped like a 7" cock. She 
    walked back to Michelle and began stroking her face 
    with the dildo. Michelle's face turned towards the 
    dildo and she began licking it with her tongue. My cock 
    strained against my zipper, extremely eager to 
    volunteer for this duty! Michelle was giving that dildo 
    the blow job that I wanted from her! Checking to be 
    sure that everyone else was engrossed, I unzipped my 
    jeans and began stroking my cock in an attempt to ease 
    some of the pressure.
    Ashley removed the cock from Michelle's mouth, and 
    slowly ran it down her body. She started rubbing 
    Michelle's clit with the dildo as Michelle whimpered, 
    her pussy straining hard to meet it. Ashley easily slid 
    the dildo into Michelle's pussy, and Michelle moved to 
    take it. She was allowed to fuck the dildo for a few 
    strokes, and then Ashley abruptly pulled it out and 
    slapped Michelle on the thigh with it. Michelle was 
    whimpering, begging to be fucked, but Ashley apparently 
    had other ideas.
    Ashley moved to the head of the table. Climbing onto 
    it, she straddled Michelle's face, and lowered her own 
    pussy to Michelle's mouth. As Michele's tongue 
    flickered around Ashley's pussy and over her clit, 
    Ashley threw her head back, body arched, while Michelle 
    probed. Ashley began breathing faster and she was 
    moaning. She lowered her mouth to Michelle's pussy, and 
    began eating her.
    It was wonderful to watch these two lovely women 
    together. A glimpse around the room showed me the other 
    guys were stroking their cocks, and Russ was cumming. I 
    looked back at the women, who were obviously enjoying 
    themselves.  Ashley had stopped eating Michelle and was 
    fingering her pussy, while Michelle continued eating 
    Before long, Ashley raised herself up on her hands and 
    screamed her orgasm. While Michelle was downing 
    Ashley's juices, Ashley pulled away. Michelle, who had 
    not been allowed to climax, was sobbing and fighting 
    the restraints, but she had been tied well and could 
    not free herself.
    Sam, who had been standing to the side watching the 
    women, walked over to the table. He kissed Michelle, 
    and then kissed Ashley. Taking Ashley by the hand, he 
    led her out of the room and quickly returned. 
    Standing in front of the table facing us, Sam quietly 
    said, "For years, I have watched as my beautiful wife 
    taunted each of you, and saw the want on your face. She 
    has fantasized about each of you and shared those 
    fantasies with me. But she had one fantasy that we 
    discussed many, many times. She has desired it so 
    badly, and for so long, that I decided to make it a 
    reality for her, which is why you are here.  She is 
    yours for this evening. You may do anything you want 
    with her. Of course, you must not hurt her, but beyond 
    that, she is yours. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass 
    are all yours." 
    With that, he untied Michelle's legs and hands, and 
    removed her blindfold. 
    Removing his robe, Sam knelt down and began licking 
    Michelle's pussy. She had obviously been teased long 
    enough, because in seconds, she began screaming, "I'm 
    cumming! Oh god, Sam, I'm cumming!" Sam stood and 
    walked to the back of the room. 
    Unbelievable as it all seemed, I decided that I wasn't 
    going to miss this opportunity to have this woman, and 
    quickly undressed. I walked to the head of the table, 
    and stroked Michelle's cheek with my cock. She rolled 
    over, moving to her knees, and hungrily took my cock 
    into her mouth. While I received the most incredible 
    blow job, I watched as a naked Taylor moved onto the 
    platform and began rimming Michelle. 
    After a couple of minutes, he slid his cock into her 
    pussy. In a matter of minutes, I was cumming and with 
    glazed eyes, watched Michelle swallow every drop. 
    Taylor was fucking Michelle hard, and he soon threw his 
    head back, and came himself, as Michelle again voiced 
    her climax.
    I stumbled back to my seat, as did Taylor. Russ quickly 
    moved to the platform and flipped Michelle to her back. 
    Kissing her, he slid his cock into her pussy. She 
    raised her long, lovely legs into the air, and wrapped 
    them around Russ' hips. I could hear her softly 
    speaking to Russ, saying, "Fuck me, come on baby, fuck 
    me hard!" 
    Russ raised her ass higher and slammed his cock deep 
    into her. Michelle encouraged him, whispering "Come on, 
    slam your cock into me," until finally, Russ pulled his 
    cock out of her and shot his load on her stomach.
    Mark, who had apparently decided to bypass the 
    activities, remained at the camera, eye glued to the 
    lens. But he was wearing the biggest smile I had ever 
    seen on the man. 
    Tim moved slowly towards Michelle, as if unsure what to 
    do. He knelt at Michelle's side, and softly stroked her 
    body with his fingertips. Michelle was lying on her 
    side, obviously exhausted, but as Tim stroked her, she 
    stretched out and smiled. He lay on the table next to 
    her and began kissing her. Michelle moved her body 
    tight against his, and with a quick move, had Tim on 
    his back and was squatted over him. She lowered her 
    pussy to Tim's cock and positioning it, slid it into 
    her. She leaned over and kissed him, raising that 
    beautiful ass invitingly into the air. 
    I had never shared a woman with another man before, but 
    as I wondered what it would feel like to have both of 
    us penetrating her, my cock immediately got hard again. 
    I walked over to the table, and put my hand on 
    Michelle's back.  She and Tim stopped moving and waited 
    while I straddle both Tim's and Michelle's legs, and 
    began gently sliding a finger into her ass.  
    Occasionally, I reached around Tim's cock and stroked 
    her clit for lubrication. When she felt ready, I slowly 
    began to work my cock into her ass. It was slow going 
    since Tim was already deep in her pussy. She was 
    obviously willing though, and before long, my cock sank 
    into her ass, all the way to my balls.
    Tim mumbled, "We gotta do this together," as he began 
    to pull out, waiting until he started to move back in, 
    I slowly pulled my cock back, just to the head. 
    Michelle was moaning, enjoying the sensation. I could 
    feel Tim's cock next to mine as we moved Michelle 
    between us. The feeling was extremely erotic and we 
    soon picked up the pace. 
    We would move in or out together or a few strokes, and 
    then switch to the 'I'm in/he's out' movements for a 
    while.  It didn't take very long before Michelle began 
    crying, "Fuck me, oh... yes... it feels so good!" Both 
    her pussy and her sphincter tightened around us, and we 
    could feel them pulsing as she came. That sent me over 
    the edge and I was cumming harder than I ever had, with 
    Tim right behind me.
    I'm sitting here with a raging hard-on, as I remember 
    that evening. Ashley returned, and we all fucked, 
    sucked, and licked the night away, until Michelle 
    finally said, "I can't take anymore! My pussy and mouth 
    are tired, and I'm exhausted!" Ashley immediately moved 
    behind Michelle and wrapped like spoons, both quickly 
    fell asleep right there on the table. 
    Sam sat down next to Michelle, stroking her hair and 
    looking at her with the love and respect he had always 
    shown his wife. Quietly, he said, "Thank you so much 
    for taking part in this, and making her fantasy come 
    true. It was something I couldn't do without you."
    Picking our clothes up from the various locations they 
    had been flung, we quietly got dressed. Without 
    speaking, the men began leaving, not quite sure how to 
    react, or what to say to each other at the moment. I 
    paused, and stood looking at Michelle, my heart 
    swelling with love for her. She was an extraordinary 
    woman. I knew I would never have her again, but was 
    grateful to her for giving me the most fantastic night 
    of my life.
    We would all eventually run into each other again, 
    either at Sam and Michelle's house, or elsewhere. There 
    seemed, however, to be an unspoken agreement between us 
    to protect Michelle, because no one ever mentioned the 
    evening in any way. She never mentioned it either, but 
    it always seemed to me that her hugs were a little 
    longer and the kisses a lot friendlier after that 

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