Thursday, May 17, 2018

OPP: An Exclusive Play Party, Part 6: The Bathtub

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous (scroll to bottom for more info) 
(FYI: all links in this post are working)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "This is the final installment of this very long, very eventful play party. Read Part 5 here: An Exclusive Play Party, Part 4: The Gas Mask After the gas mask episode, I left slave-boy on the bed to enjoy his post-orgasm bliss and went walking around th"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

An Exclusive Play Party, Part 6: The Bathtub

by Pervertically Virtuous
This is the final installment of this very long, very eventful play party. Read Part 5 here: An Exclusive Play Party, Part 4: The Gas Mask
After the gas mask episode, I left slave-boy on the bed to enjoy his post-orgasm bliss and went walking around the suite. I ran into the party host – who I had barely seen all night – and we started chatting. He was asking about all the heavy breathplay that slave-boy and I do, and how the different masks and hoods work. We discussed why it didn't feel like the energy was right to do the heavy needle/blood play scene that we had been planning to do. He informed me that at previous events they had heavy play like suturing pussies, yet he agreed that would not have been appropriate at this party.
At this point it was 9.30 AM. Some of the servers started cleaning up, and it was time to go. I went back to the bedroom and told slave-boy we were beginning the process of leaving. Leaving a party for me is always a long process. There are often pieces of clothing and toys to pick up from all over the place, but more importantly, there are always people to say good-bye to, and that can take a while.
Our first stop was the upstairs bathroom closet where all our stuff was stashed away. Half way up the stairs there was a little glass alcove overlooking the main room downstairs. Covered with blankets and pillows, it was the perfect exhibitionist spot where many a couple had fucked in plain view over the course of the evening. The alcove was currently occupied by the Chemist and the Stunt Woman making out/fucking/engaging in some rough body play. We informed them we were saying our goodbyes.
Stunt Woman, who up to that point had paid only perfunctory attention to me, refused to accept that we were leaving, grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bathroom, where five other people were soaking in the big beautiful, egg-shaped, polished concrete tub. Stunt Woman was one of the hottest women at the party: tall, eye-catching face, remarkably muscular arms, a hard 4-pack stomach, and strong long legs. Exactly the type of woman I am attracted to. She said she didn't work out, ate crap, and just stayed physically active in general. Oh, and she worked as a stunt woman. And, to top it all off, she had a sexy British accent.
We had chatted a bit earlier in the evening, but she didn't seem particularly interested in me. Yet she was now all over me, and I wondered if this sudden interest was in fact sparked by the right drugs kicking it at just that moment. It was possible, but I wasn't going to complain. I had the most beautiful woman around in my arms, and the hot water felt good and relaxing after almost 12 hours of running around, fucking, playing, doing cocaine and GHB... Someone offered everyone Ketamine. Slave-boy started massaging Stunt woman's foot. When she responded to it really well, he suggested each of us grabbed a limb and gave her an 8-hand massage.
Slowly the tub emptied out, and only the two of us and slave-boy remained. Stunt Woman and I started making out. She was a good kisser and I enjoyed feeling her hard smooth body on mine. As slave-boy started adding more hot water to the tub and showering us with it, we started fingering each other. It was hot. And I was torn.
I wanted to stay and enjoy her, but I also wanted to get back home: I had promised Ace I won't be too late so that we could have a bit of an afternoon together before I had to get back to Unitown. I didn't want to get sucked into yet another episode which would've meant at least another hour. In addition, Stunt Woman seemed like she had a short attention span, so I decided to end it and make plans to see her some other time, when we were both rested and sober. She agreed.
We started packing our things. I realized that the only thing I had to change into that wasn't a long elegant skirt, corset, or lingerie was a very short cotton shirt/dress that I had brought as potential pajamas if it came to sleeping there. It was barely street legal, but it was better than getting back into the high-heeled boots and full outfit.
As we were walking out of the bedroom, the Chemist had wrapped his wife in cellophane while she was passed out and he was now forcing her into multiple screaming orgasms with the Hitachi. Ah, it was so easy to get sucked back in, but I stayed strong and determined, and we finally left the party around 10.30 AM. Just as we had planned originally.
Downstairs at the lobby, a very cute doorman escorted us to a cab outside.
"Wow, that was quite an evening" I said to him.
"Did you have fun?" he asked knowingly.
"Oh yes, lots of fun," I responded. I briefly toyed with the idea of getting his phone number, but I quickly reigned in my greed.
"How do you not look tired, Miss?" asked slave-boy when we got in the cab. "Everyone there looked like a mess at this point, myself included, but you look perfectly normal after 12 hours of partying, sex, and drugs?"
"Heh, it's one of my special skills," I winked at him. "I'm a pro-partier. It comes with years of experience."
We got home, showered, and went to sleep – me, next to Ace in our bedroom; slave-boy, alone on the living-room sofa.
Only a couple of hours after I had fallen asleep, I was already awake. Ace, who had gotten a decent 6 hours of sleep, was up and running. He brought me coffee in bed. Still horny from all the action the night/day before, I gave him my ass to play with. Usually I don't last very long when getting my ass fucked – I come quickly and I have to take the cock out of there immediately afterwards – but this time I managed to delay my orgasm for a while and we just fucked for what seemed like an eternity in a succession of different positions... When we finally did come, it was pretty spectacular.
Soon after it was time to go. Slave-boy and I both had the last bus out of town to catch – me, back to Unitown; him, to visit his parents in Boston and help them move to sunny Florida...
Related posts:
NYC Play Party Review: Top Floor
An Exclusive NYC Play Party, Part 1: Socializing
Pervertically Virtuous | May 16, 2013 at 7:50 pm | Categories: Sex Stories | 

In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of P.V.'s. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it.

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