Liza Enjoys an Orgy with Strangers

It’s Saturday, late in the day and Liza is dressing for the Golf Club dinner. Her blonde hair, piled in a messy bun, which is much easier to reassemble after what she expects to happen later. A chunky silver necklace around her neck to hide any bite marks, razor burn or other skin issues. Her dress is a flowy navy tank top with large sunflower pattern, but she’s bringing a light sweater to cover her shoulders if the evening gets chilly. Sandals with a moderate heel complete her outfit and she’s ready to go.

She hasn’t spent a whole lot of time in the last 2 days wondering what Chris has planned for tonight. He manages to surprise her every time and she supposes tonight will not be any different. One man, a dozen? Her brain seizes with the thought of a dozen men, but she also gets a delicious thrill from the thought. The biggest taboo she can imagine, twelve Strangers using her body.

Instead of dwelling on that unnerving thought, she gathers her sweater and a small purse and heads down to discuss the evening’s plans with the babysitter.

Her husband drives, with Liza in the passenger seat and they chat about their respective activities during the week; Liza focuses on their sweet children’s activities instead of her own, as usual. The neighbor’s teenage daughter, their normal babysitter, is ensconced in the house with the children, happily watching some children’s movie on the tv before dinner and bed.

It takes only a few minutes to arrive at the Golf Club and her husband holds her hand as they walk up the steps into the building. Staff is bustling about, setting tables and getting the room ready for the dinner. Liza looks around for her mother and grandmother who are part of a group that are arranging flowers on the tables, name tags at the front desk and other minutia that make a successful event happen. Liza’s plan is to offer to help with these matters, and then as the night goes on, she will preempt other offers to handle any food issues, check in with the bartenders, emergencies, etc. This way, if she is nowhere to be found for a period of time, there shouldn’t be any panic or search for her as her absence will have been normalized.

As people start to trickle into the dining area, Liza helps with seating families, those she knows as well as newer members. She finds herself sizing up the male guests, wondering which of them might be involved in tonight’s adventure. Do they know she is the object of the adventure tonight? How many of the men in this room will return to these tables later, return to their wives, after having fucked her?

She searches for Chris among the groups of people scattered around the room. Some clustered near the bar and others already seated, chatting among themselves. No sign of Chris and she wonders if he’s even going to show up. Maybe whatever has been occupying his mind lately has brought about the delay in attending tonight.

“Liza.” Her mother calls and waves her over to a table full of geriatric club members. No doubt to natter on about golf scores and nursing home meals, she begrudgingly heads in that direction. “Liza, have you met Judge Calhoun, he’s an old pal from grade school.” Her mother’s hand is on the shoulder of a distinguished and attractive looking older man. All of the women at the table are eyeing him hungrily, like a prime filet on dollar day at the cafe. As one, they turn to her and frown as she smiles broadly at him before she shakes his hand and says, “Hello, nice to meet you Judge Calhoun.” Brilliant white teeth flash as he smiles and responds, “Lovely to meet you as well Liza.” His dark blue eyes are appraising her, and the older women at the table grumble silently to themselves.

Chatting and laughing with the Judge and his tablemates, she almost misses Chris walking past the table, an attractive, well-dressed woman in the lead as they head towards the bar. Her dark hair swings loosely across her back and Chris has his hand in hers.

“Chr..” She swallows her tongue immediately after opening her mouth. ‘You don’t know him’, she tells herself, mentally slapping herself on the cheek. It would never do to call out his name, she will have to find a way to talk to him later. Looking down at the people at the table to see if anyone noticed her near faux pas, she sees the Judge studying her intently. She smiles pleasantly at him again and excuses herself from the table as soon as she can politely do so.

She needs a drink, so the obvious path is over to the bar, on the opposite side of Chris and his wife, who are having a lively visit with several other members. Ordering a white wine, she leans against the bar, scanning the room. Her husband is nowhere in sight, no doubt he got talked into walking the greens with some of his buddies and will show up when he is done.

After making a vain attempt to catch Chris’s eye, with him obviously avoiding her like the plague and his mamak escort wife clinging to his arm, she gives up and wanders over to look at the items up for auction. A few catch her eye and she scribbles her paddle number along with a bid on the pages.

“Everyone, 15 minutes until the food is served.” She hears her mother’s voice booming over the low level noise in the dining room. Time to find her place at the table and get ready for useless chit chat. At least it will take her mind off of being the evening’s private entertainment for a select group.

Thankfully Chris and his wife are not seated at the same table so she can eat comfortably and chat with the people she does know. Her husband and several of his friends get rowdy after drinking and the table conversation flows easily with quips and jokes. The courses are swiftly consumed by all except Liza, who picks at her plate, and time passes quickly. All too soon the announcement is made that dessert will be served while members take the opportunity to bid on vacations and golf packages as well as other donated items. Awards to follow means that there is at least an hour before she will be missed.

This is her cue, and she looks across the room to where Chris is seated. He meets her eyes and tips his head slightly to the left, indicating a doorway that leads to the outside. Nodding her head up once and down, she excuses herself from the table to go check her bids. Stopping at the bar for another glass of wine to bolster her courage, she makes a few adjustments on the bid pages and wanders out of the dining room.

She meets Chris just inside the door to the Pro Shop and offices, a canvas bag in his hands. He’s tense, but that seems to be his usual mode these days and Liza takes his hand in hers, pulling it up to her mouth and kisses his knuckles. “Hey lover,” Her voice is gentle, and she hopes to set them both at ease. She’s anxious about the coming adventure this evening and she wants him to guide and calm her.

Chris smiles at her action and kisses her quickly on the lips. “In the back here, the medical office is perfect for tonight.” Liza follows him through the darkened building, avoiding sports equipment and desks as they go further into the depths of the complex.

“Here,” He opens a door that leads to a good-sized office with that has a bed and bins of medical equipment. The bed is bigger, a metal, old-fashioned type of headboard with rounded metal supports. Chris sees her studying it and grins at her, his good humor restored. “Yep, perfect for the handcuffs I brought along.”

Liza shudders and turns to grip both of his hands in hers. “Tell me it’s going to be ok, whatever it is you have planned.”

“Better than ok!” His enthusiasm is contagious, “It’s going to be something you will NEVER forget. No one here will forget it. We won’t be able to top this EVER.”

“NO cameras, no video, all the condoms and my safe word.” She reminds him, voice strained with the onset of anxiety.

“Yes, all the rules have been established.” He affirms, then orders her with a grin, “Now’s the time to take your clothes off, don’t make me have to do it.” The canvas bag is still in his hands and turns his back to her as he sets it on a chair and begins to rummage through it. “Aha!” He turns back, holding the cuffs aloft.

Liza is still standing there, watching him, and he frowns at her, “Clothes off now sweetheart, the adventure has begun!”

“I can’t unzip this dress myself.” She tells him and he moves behind her to slide the zipper down. As he’s pushing the sleeves from her shoulders, he kisses her skin gently, softly. She wears no bra or underwear and as the dress slides from her hips he helps her step out of it. There’s a small closet with hangers and he puts it in there so no wrinkles will mar the fabric when she puts it on again later. Liza is naked, standing near the bed with only her heeled sandals on her feet.

“Fuck.” Chris breathes. “I forgot how fabulous your body is. The curves, the hollows, your hips, your breasts.” He walks back over to her, glancing at his watch as he reaches her. “Lie down on the bed, I want to fuck you so badly. It’s been too, too long.” He echoes her sentiment of the time that has passed between their own sexual activities and Liza reacts instantly with her own need to have him again.

They lie down together and Chris kisses her mouth gently and then harder. “Are you wet, please tell me you’re wet.” His hand drops down between her spread legs and satisfies himself that she’s ready. His pants are off, a condom snagged from his pocket and rolled over his erect cock and he enters her, no foreplay required.

They’re back to fucking for the pure pleasure of it, Liza’s legs around his back, holding him deep inside of her as he moves against her body. Her arms are around his shoulders, mouths ofise gelen escort together, climaxing together.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?” There’s a voice from the doorway and Chris swears, his hand coming up to cover her eyes.

“Shit, yes, hold on.” He instructs Liza to close her eyes, “Don’t look, it’s much better that way. I promise.”

Rolling off of her and the bed, he pulls the blindfold and cuffs from the canvas bag and sits down next to her to slip the dark mask over her head. “It’s all good sweetheart. Remember, you have complete control over when this ends. I’ll be right here the whole time, use your safe word if you need to, but immerse yourself in what happens, allow it to happen, enjoy what happens.” He has the handcuffs in his hands, and lifts first her right arm and then left, attaching them to the metal headboard where they make a clacking noise above her head. A quick kiss on her lips and he is up and away.

Liza feels bereft, her heart pounding, anxiety climbing.

Chris is over at the door, talking in low tones to the Stranger who had let himself in moments ago.

Liza’s brain explodes with thoughts, ‘Is there going to be a line? How is this even going to work? Will they all be on the bed with me at the same time? How many men did he recruit for tonight?’

“Liza is offering two holes for your pleasure tonight.” Chris announces and Liza flinches at the blunt words coming from his mouth. “Mouth and cunt only for fucking. No rough sex at all, no marks, no bruises. She leaves this room as pristine as when she came in. Gentlemen, enjoy dessert!”

Someone comes over to the bed and sits down beside her. “Hi gorgeous, you can call me Buddy.” An older man’s voice speaks before he touches her mouth gently, finger tracing her lips and she captures the digit with her mouth and tongue. Sucking on it, licking him. “You are beautiful, your mouth is perfect. I want to fuck your mouth if you don’t mind. If it’s ok with you.”

Liza finds herself giggling at his words, he sounds the perfect Southern Gentleman, asking for permission. She’s blindfolded, handcuffed to the bed, albeit willingly, her legs splayed out from fucking Chris and obviously here to be fucked however, by whomever, and yet this man is asking gently if she is giving consent.

“You must be a police officer or an attorney.” She laughs aloud, “Or a Judge.” Still giggling, even though he has made no effort to answer her, she responds in jest, “Yes of course you may fuck my mouth sir!” The humor in his words and her response serve to lessen her anxiety and she allows herself to relax on the bed. Only then does she think, JUDGE??? The attractive older man at the table? Could it be him?

“Thank you gorgeous.” He kisses her, his lips firm and engaging as he straddles her body, his cock hard between her breasts. His mouth leaves hers and she feels the soft skin of his penis against her face as he moves further up the bed, aligning it with her mouth. She captures it with her lips, sucking on the tip as he lowers himself onto her face, supporting himself with his arms on the headboard and knees against her armpits.

He stays motionless in her mouth, allowing her to suck him in deeper, tongue swirling around the head and shaft. Liza wishes she had her hands free yet again, wanting to stroke him as she sucks. Frustrated, she allows her bottom teeth to gently scrap against the underside of his cock and he shudders. He moans aloud and she does it again, less gently.

“Oh fuck.” He speaks just above the top of her head. “That feels good, really good.” She continues, alternating the actions with her mouth and he begins to thrust himself into her mouth, moving slowly so that she doesn’t choke. He’s humming tunelessly under his breath as he pumps his cock in and out and then his cum is spurting from his softening cock.

Even as he’s rising and using the headboard to shift himself off of the bed, Liza feels hands on her thighs and breath against her skin.

A mouth fastens onto her cunt, lips sucking and a tongue inside her cunt before the gentleman is gone, he’s still leaning down to kiss her as Liza screeches, body writhing on the bed. A mouth on hers, kissing her and another on her cunt, invading. This is the second time that has happened to her and Liza is once again made insane with the dual sensations.

Then the gentleman is gone, and a different weight settles next to her on the bed. This person has clothes on, she can feel the scratch of fabric against her body and then she feels the same texture on her right side. Three bodies on the bed with her. One mouth attaches itself to hers, lips kissing and licking hers, alternating the pressure from hard to soft, a mild distraction from the mouth between her legs. Next, different lips fasten onto her right breast, sucking otele gelen escort hard on the soft skin, then releasing before causing a bruise. Shifting to her nipple, repeating the sucking before licking, tongue flicking against the rigid bud.

Her body is literally having continuous orgasms, rising and falling, stealing the breath from her lungs. Handcuff links rattle as her wrists pull futilely against them, straining to free herself. She tries to capture the head between her thighs with her legs, but he is determined not to stop. Her thighs are slick with his saliva and her cum and a gentle bite on her clit stops her efforts. The three individual mouths on her body continue their torment, and Liza lays back with an agonized groan. She can’t stop them, and she no longer has any interest in trying.

Again, they shift actions, the mouth on her cunt comes up her body, bypassing the two on her torso, seeking her mouth. It’s so like the actions of the Stranger from the Square that she wonders hazily if it’s the same man. The man on her right stands up for a moment, only to reposition himself between her splayed legs, cock sliding into her and thrusting mercilessly. None of this is lovemaking, none of it is any less than pleasure seeking and giving, an orgy of lust. Liza feels as though hours of fucking has passed when she knows it has been mere minutes as the bodies shift, cocks in, out, hands touching, mouths all over her body.

In her mind plays the popular 70’s porn movie “Behind the Green Door” and she imagines herself drowning in lovers, the writhing pile of bodies on a stage, pleasing themselves and others. She loses count of the bodies on this bed, the mouths and hands on her body, the unadulterated pleasure of fucking, one cock and then another, orgasms rising and falling……..

Until it ends.

A whispered voice in her ear “you are a golden goddess, thanks for the fuck”, one last kiss on her mouth, kisses on her stomach, her legs, toes, fingers and cunt as they climb off the bed leaving her body sprawled, wet, aching, used, but not abused, enjoyed beyond all expectations. She hears the Strangers talk in low voices as they dress themselves, brush their teeth in the sink, wash her cunt juice from their faces, hands and cocks before the room empties. She can feel the energy recede as they go.

Until it only her and Chris in the room.

She knows it is Chris because she can smell the cologne from earlier this evening on his clothes as he sits on the bed beside her, reaching up with the key to unlock the cuffs, sliding the blindfold gently from her eyes. Liza blinks, the room is near dark, only shadows of the furniture visible.

“How long?” She asks, licking her dry lips. Chris helps her sit up, limbs loose and jellied. Standing seems impossible. Her body is slick with cum and sweat, hers and theirs.

“About 30 minutes.” He replies and she looks at him, disbelieving.

“You’re joking — that had to have been hours and hours.” She sputters, “No way it was only half of an hour?”

“No lie,” He helps her stand and walk over to the sink, all business. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, you were an absolute fucking machine, you had to have cum a thousand times. And we will have plenty of time in the future to discuss it. Right now, we need to get you cleaned up and back in circulation in the dining room. It’s been just long enough that someone might be looking for you.” A washcloth in hand, he scrubs down her entire body, dries her and dresses her, all while Liza stands in a stupor of orgasm overload.

“Dude, I don’t think I can function.” She confesses, as they leave the office and Pro Shop building. “I can’t even remember my own name right now. I’m in this haze of sex, still back there on that bed.”

“Then you’ll have to pass yourself off as drunk.” He says frankly. “There’s no other reason for it, pretend you’ve had too much to drink. Not hard to do at an event like this, you’ll be one of dozens. Laugh a lot and be silly, no one will ever guess the truth. Get a couple of shots in you and you’ll be fine.”

“How…….many?” She struggles with the words, feeling shame and fear at what number he will tell her.

“Do you really want to know?”

They are near the main building and Liza shakes her head. “Tell me another time then.” She says, straightens her shoulders and walks in front of him into the building.

Back to reality, inside the main dining room, and the question she asks herself is, will she be able to keep from looking into the eyes of every man in the room, searching for recognition? Or will she just return to her husband’s side and play the happy, bored housewife? Either way, she desperately needs to down a few shots, a glass of wine and find some time to recover from that incredible sexual adventure.

A small, functioning part of her brain wonders if Chris has any ideas on how to top tonight, and then she stops herself… as she comes face-to-face with the Judge, a glass of wine in his hand, extended to her, his bright white teeth on display as he smiles at her. She reaches for it as he says, “Hello there gorgeous.” And she smiles widely as she looks into those deep blue eyes. “Hello there Buddy.”