Sex Party Host ♕

Sex Party Host

 

My fiance Gabe and I had been going to sex parties ever since we started dating. We enjoyed watching strangers fuck each other. Neither one of us is jealous or territorial in the slightest. When Gabe suggested that we crash a sex party hosted by Quincy DeMarco, one of the most renowned billionaires, I protested that this was out of our league and that we would get caught. He snickered and said he had a “connect” that could make it happen. Something told me we would be in over our heads. When I accidentally bumped into the sex party host himself at the event, my hunch proved to be right.

Challenge Accepted

Gabe and I were in the sex party! Gabe was right! His connection really came through! I couldn’t believe I was standing inside the mansion of the sex party host, THE Quincy DeMarco! My mind was going wild and I had butterflies in my stomach.

“Ok, this is what we are going to do,” said Gabe. “We’ll each browse around for a bit, take it all in, and then head out in about 30 minutes. Probably shouldn’t hook up with anybody tonight. We don’t want to be found out and any charges pressed. Technically, we are trespassing seeing how we don’t have an invitation from the sex party host to be here.”

“Party pooper.” I snickered and rolled my eyes. Gabe headed in one direction and I headed in another.

Meeting the Sex Party Host

Making my way around the room, I helped myself to some fresh fruit included in the long spread of appetizers. Unexpectedly, I felt someone bump up against me.

“Sorry about that. Apparently, I have a knack for making party fo pas at my own party. First I don’t bother dressing up and then I practically knock this beautiful woman to the floor. Quincy.” He reached his hand out to shake mine.

I hesitated for a moment, completely taken aback. This was THE Quincy DeMarco, famous billionaire and sex party host? To be honest, he wasn’t what I expected. He was wearing what could clearly be described as street clothes: ripped jeans and a tee shirt. Despite all that, he was still strikingly handsome. I offered my hand in exchange for his.

I smiled ryely, “No worries. I’m still standing upright, and as far as the clothes are concerned I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Honestly, I don’t know why any of us bother getting dressed to come to sex parties anyway. It’s not like the clothes stay on for long!”

“I completely understand! Clothes are an overrated stigma in society and completely unnecessary! Indeed, I agree with you. I think to emphasize the point you should just take that skirt off right now.” Quincy smiled but was clearly giving me a dare.

Dare Accepted

I wasn’t about to wimp out! Shooting him a glance, I quickly unzipped the skirt, and let it slip to the floor.

“I want you to shred all of those ‘societal confines’ they don’t suit you at all.” Slowly, the sex party host walked behind me and unlaced the corset strings to my top. Once loose enough, I raised my arms and he lifted the bodice over my head.

He walked around to the front of my body. Glancing at me from my shoes up to my eyes, he said, “Slip out of those shoes too. Now, doesn’t that feel better?”

In Over My Head

Quincy took my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it, all while maintaining eye contact.

I glanced to the side and saw Gabe out of the corner of my eye. Judging by the stare he gave me, he didn’t approve.

Quincy never bothered himself to see who I was looking at. Instead, he just said, “Any plans you had prior to this moment are canceled. You belong to me now.”

He snapped his fingers. Seemingly, out of nowhere, someone appeared to place a long strand of red satin ribbon in his hands.

Putting On A Show With The Sex Party Host

“Turn around,” He told me. Robotically and without hesitation I obeyed the sex party host. Quincy tied the satin ribbon around and through my hands until he was satisfied that I was sufficiently bound. He tied off the ribbon and took a step back.

He brought me to the center of the room, sat down on the lounger, and pulled me on top of him. There I sat on his lap in nothing but my black panties and the red ribbon around my wrists. My breasts were right in his face. He looked me in the eyes for a moment, leaned in, and began moistening my right breast with his mouth.

The room had gone silent except for the music playing in the background I knew everyone was watching us, but I didn’t care. Clearly, the sex party host was wanting to put on a show to entertain his guests and I was part of the main attraction.