I Hosted an Uninhibited 8-Person Bisexual Orgy at a Swinger's Takeover in Vegas
The following morning, I gave an interactive anal workshop where Eve inserted multiple toys inside my assh*le.
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Full transparency: I had multiple orgies over three nights at BI OUT. I’m combining various sexual scenes into the story below.
I was in Las Vegas to give a very interactive anal workshop. The first half was dedicated to discussing anal fundamentals (breathing, positions, toys, lube, Dr. Carlton’s Butt Clock Method, Calmol-4 for treatment of anal fissures, when you should[n’t] use poppers, etc.). The second half of the workshop I spent in a sex swing.
My partner Eve proceeded to insert multiple toys from Fun Factory inside my rear end while spectators watched, mouths agape—a few actively drooling. (FYI, use “BOYSLUT” when checking out of Fun Factory for 20%)
I crushed the workshop, but given that I’m a professional who’s given talks about anal sex before, it’s not the most surprising.
But I had a compelling reason I wouldn’t be presenting my A-game: The night before, Eve and I hosted an 8-person bisexual orgy in our bedroom until 4:00 am.
The night started in the “orgy room”—the public play area with mattresses, an open shower, red lights, a sling, and techno music. (Pretty much exactly what pops into your mind when you think of an orgy room.)
Eve and I arrived with two couples. The first was John and Caryn, who we fucked at BFF (Bisexual Fuck Fest) back in January. We had been texting since BFF, and I was excited to meet again for slutty shenanigans (that would conclude with me drained and waddling).
In his texts, John was careful not to make everything about sex. It was adorable. He’d say how excited he was to fuck me and Eve again but then qualify it, saying he’s also down to go with the flow and just loves our vibes. I wanted to respond, “No, no, it’s okay to want to fuck us. Yes, we’re friends and all that shit, but like John, I’m gonna need your dick inside of me while I plow your wife.” I didn’t. Well, not that exactly, but I did convey that we didn’t just want to talk. We wanted—needed—to bone.
Alex and Natalia were new friends we had met the night before. Natalia was a blonde bombshell with an endless amount of energy. She was Russian—direct and no-nonsense. If she wanted a dick, she got that dick. Her husband was quieter and newer to his bisexuality.
The man didn’t have to say much. He just had to whip his dick out. You know me. I have seen big dicks. I’m a basic bitch who seeks out horse cocks because I don’t enjoy getting throat fucked by (less than) average dicks.
I need to choke. I need to be fully asphyxiating, and so I need a big enough dick that completely blocks off my air passages. I also need a dick that actually gets into my throat so I can gag. Does a part of me hate being a basic bitch? Eh, I used to feel guilty but don’t anymore. You like what you like, and as long as you’re not an asshole to people or make them feel shitty about their bodies, then get what you want.
Alex had what I wanted. His dick soft hung past his nuts and was bigger than my erect dick. I couldn’t fully wrap my hand around his base. The night before, I almost got all of him down my throat, but I didn’t completely. He was so damn thick, and my mouth can only expand so much.
“Honey, I've been trying for years,” Natalia said when she saw me unhinge my jaw. “It’s just not doable. So many people have tried, and all have failed.”
Her comment only made me more determined. Luckily, I had another shot to see if I could live up to my reputation.
When the six of us, all clearly on a mission, walked into the orgy room, all the beds were taken. One person (who was stroking himself as his partner shoved her tits in his face) saw my disappointment and said, “You guys can have the bed! We’ve been here a while and are just chilling.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, already undressing.
“Yeah, go for it!”
With the king bed ours, all hell quickly broke loose.
I took one corner of the bed, sitting upright with my feet on the floor. I was stiff, on full display, and wanted to see who would start sucking. Caryn quickly dropped to her knees and grabbed my shaft, licking my head like a lollipop. I moaned and grabbed her DDs, some of the best implants I’ve ever touched. A couple I had spoken to earlier that evening, a Latina with aggressive lip fillers and a completely shaven pussy straddled up next to me and started blowing her husband. She was sucking his dick right next to my face, so obviously I had to join.
There’s nothing like a dick-sucking train. I’m getting sucked while sucking another dick. Some dude put his dick in that dude’s mouth.
“Fuck my wife!” said the man, his dick still in my mouth. I turned to Caryn, who was already rising from her squatted pose. She slobbered all over my dick, so I was ready to go.
I turned over and gently inserted myself into his wife while sucking his dick. She was wetter than a penguin sliding down a slip-and-slide.
She rotated her hips in a circle, gyrating against me. I wrapped my hands under her ass and pushed her into me. She was shaking, like she was having an exorcism. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head while she moaned. Whatever she took, I wanted some because once she started cumming, she didn’t stop.
She kept clenching and releasing her pussy and moaning. Meanwhile, I felt my asshole getting licked. Without turning around, I grabbed the person’s head and pressed them further into my ass. When I turned around, I realized it was someone I hadn’t yet met. God bless him. But the booty play was going to get me to cum, and I couldn’t do that yet, so I told everyone I needed a break.
I turned to see Eve bent over the cuck chair, taking Alex’s monster cock. Her heavy breasts were swaying as she yelled, “Ahh!”
I know the sounds Eve makes while getting fucked; this one, I hadn’t heard before. I felt like it was veering a little bit more into pain than pleasure.
I love Eve for so many reasons, but one of them is that I know she can handle herself in these situations, so if she wanted to stop having sex, she would have no problem saying so. Still, I surreptitiously gave her a thumbs up, and she nodded.
Caryn was now getting eaten out by Natalia, leaving John the odd man out.
We locked eyes. “Wanna get fucked?” I asked him.
“Fuck yeah!” he said. He held onto the corner of the bed frame and stuck out his smooth ass. I dropped to my knees and started feasting on his hole. Butter, baby. Butter. I then lubed up a finger and slipped it in while slapping my heavy cock against his booty cheeks.
“You ready for this?” I grabbed his hips and slid myself in. “That’s it. Loosen up for me.”
I started stroking his cock—the perk of being 6’4 is that my reach around game is strong—and his hole loosened. I then let him have it, roaring as I shouted, “Yesss, take that dick!”
I loved watching my dick disappear inside of him. I loved how hard he could take a pounding.
When I accidentally slipped out (I was pounding too hard), he asked for a break.
“Want to switch?” I asked. John’s eyes lit up like a jack-o-lantern.
I kept one foot on the ground and placed the other on the bed. I swayed my booty side-to-side as he lubed up his cock. A part of me worried I was going to be too tight. It has been weeks since I had last bottomed. WEEKS. (My IBS was cockblocking.) Surprisingly, he fit no problem.
I was just so aroused by the scene around me. Everywhere I looked, some hot bisexual shit was happening: some guy gagging on a cock while getting fucked in the ass. Two women eating each other out, 69-ing. One dude devouring a man’s hole while he fucked his wife. Eve bent over, taking a cock that would leave her limping and a dozen people watching.
I was feeling my oats, so baby, I put on a show. I threw my ass up against John and squeezed my hole as I got to his base. I would get so close to his tip when I pulled up but would keep him inside of me. I managed to wrap one hand around his ass cheek to push him even deeper into me. I was moaning and screaming and LIVING.
After a few minutes of putting on a show, I asked John for a break. There were a lot of other folks in the room, and I felt guilty hogging the bed. I told my friends we could head back to my room, and on the way out, I invited another couple. The man was the pinnacle of a bear with a hairy belly and full beard. His wife was 6 feet tall with a sizeable, jiggly booty and enormous breasts, barely contained by her red lace bra.
“420R,” I whispered to the couple.
To be continued…