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Some background: I'm an ethical non-monogamist who's occasionally active on a few 'r4r' subs and dating apps. This evening was spent with the same woman as my previous two posts, who I've been dating regularly for months. However, she's decided to become exclusive to her primary partner (and I couldn't be happier for her 🙂). We decided to go on one last date - a fetish/kink party. This would be our third party, but the first that allowed 'sex on premises' (SOP).Some background: I'm an ethical non-monogamist who's occasionally active on a few 'r4r' subs and dating apps. This evening was spent with the same woman as my previous two posts, who I've been dating regularly for months. However, she's decided to become exclusive to her primary partner (and I couldn't be happier for her 🙂). We decided to go on one last date - a fetish/kink party. This would be our third party, but the first that allowed 'sex on premises' (SOP).

I wore combat boots, a faux-leather biker vest, and a kilt (with nothing underneath). She wore a strappy black lingerie set that let her heavy tits bounce freely. Neglecting to bring pasties, everyone was able to enjoy the sight of her stiff nipples from minute-one. This was paired with lacy red panties, strappy black wedges, and fishnets.

The space was broken up into 4 areas. The largest was the main dance floor - which allowed street clothes (although attendees skewed heavily toward fetish attire). This is where the bar and several merchandise tables were set up. We took a few minutes to look over the options (artisan sex toys, NSFW artwork, etc.) and grab some drinks before heading into the 3 'fetish attire required' areas.

To our left was a second DJ stage and dance floor, in front of us was a quieter area with couches, and to our right was the play room. We made use of the first two areas when we needed to cool off, but the majority of our time was spent in the playroom.

The enclosed space was soaked in red light. There were two sets of four armchairs at the center of the room facing each other. Against 2 walls were a variety of play furniture - a swing (occupied by a woman getting fingered), a padded bench (occupied by a woman being paddled), and a large raised padded platform (occupied by two couples fucking side-by-side). The sight of the woman being railed to our left as we entered immediately solidified assumed fetishes for both of us. Now we know, without any doubt, that she likes to watch and I like to be watched.

This knowledge in mind, we moved to the back of the room and started to make out against a concrete wall next to the woman in the swing. I kissed my way down to her heavy tits and spent some time sucking, licking, biting, pulling, and massaging each of them. My free hand moved up, turning her head to face the swing - where the woman was now being fucked. I wanted her to watch and I wanted to please her while she did. Eventually my mouth started moving down her body. I dropped to my knees, pulled her panties to the side, and slid two fingers inside her. She moaned out as I reached back up to keep her eyes locked on the show beside us. I started pumping my fingers in and out of her, curling them up towards her stomach as I did. My thumb found and rubbed her clit as I fingered her dripping wet pussy. She looked around the room, enjoying the sea of flesh and moans around us, until tapping on my shoulder when the armchair nearest us became free.

We moved quickly, her dropping into the chair and me dropping to my knees between her soft thighs. I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders and dove face first into her gushing slit. I wrapped my mouth around her clit and started sucking and licking it, trying to constantly vary how my tongue moved and making note of which actions got the most reaction from her. My fingers returned to her pussy, fucking her while I devoured her clit. Her moans got louder, her thighs squeezed tighter, and her body writhed harder. I reached up with my free hand to massage her heavy tits while she continued drinking in the sights around us.

Eventually, my jaw needing a break, we switched positions. I took my place in the chair as she pushed up my kilt and freed my cock. She had a mildly nervous look on her face, the reality of the situation dawning on her, but she smiled up at me and took my dick into her mouth. Her expert lips slid up and down my shaft while her talented tongue lapped at my head. I moaned and groaned, looking around and enjoying the eyes on us. The kilt did give her a modicum of privacy, but it was clear to anyone interested that my dirty little slut was devouring my cock and playing with my balls. I held her hair behind her head, but mostly let her take the lead, aside from the occasional round of thrusts up into her waiting mouth. I loved the feeling of her tits against my legs as she bobbed her head up and down.

You can probably imagine how hot and humid a room filled with people fucking can get, so we took a break to cool off, refresh our drinks, and take in the rest of the party. We hit the dance floor so she could grind her juicy ass against my hard cock while I rubbed her tits. Then we stood under an air vent in the quieter area with couches, taking in the view of a woman with her lips wrapped around a cock in a dark corner (of a room she technically shouldn't be playing in, but we're no snitches). Inspired, we decided to warm back up.

In the playroom again, we walked past several tables against one wall and found ourselves against the concrete wall again, this time on the opposite side. Again I dropped to my knees, this time moving straight to sucking in her clit while finger fucking her. The couple next to us were doing much the same, two men on their knees servicing their standing women. She was so soaking wet, her juices were trailing down my hand and dripping onto the floor. We switched around so she could get on her knees to take care of me. She reached up, pinching my nipples while keeping her mouth sliding up and down my length. After a short time, I noticed that the armchair nearest the entrance had become free.

Like before, she took her seat and I dove between her thighs. As we started, the couple next to us adjusted so the woman was bent over the chair and the man was sliding into her from behind. Apparently he locked eyes with my date, smiling and winking at her while she moaned and tried (and mostly failed) to maintain her composure. Deciding it was my turn, she pulled me up to make-out and share in the taste of her pussy before switching spots with me. She gave me a short lap dance, grinding that ass against me the way she knows drives me crazy, before getting between my legs and inviting my cock into her mouth. Again I held her hair and let her take the lead while looking around the room and pinching my nipples - noting that our position meant not only that we were the first thing you saw when entering the room, but that we were visible from outside the room as well. I decided to take a more active role this time - using my grip on her hair to move her head up and down while I thrust up into her, fucking her perfect little mouth. I too locked eyes with the man fucking his lingerie clad woman next to me and we smirked at eachother before my gaze drifted around the room to all the other people getting fucked around us. For her it was about enjoying the show, for me it was about seeing who was enjoying ours. I could feel myself getting close, that pressure building up in my balls, my shaft twitching, my thrusts losing rhythm and getting more erratic. She sensed this, and knowing she didn't want to taste my cum tonight, we slowed down and brought our playtime to a close.

We cooled off again, this time finding a seat on a couch. She sat on my lap, grinding against me as we both enjoyed the sight of a woman walking on her male partner, including some ball torture. We talked about anything and everything - all the fun we'd had together, what the evening taught us, what comes next for each of us, finding a way to keep in touch platonically - all while she kept that juicy ass grinding against my shaft. It was the perfect way to wind down the evening, my arms wrapped around her. Eventually we decided to call it a night, retrieving our street clothes and heading out into the cool night air. I gave her a ride home and a last kiss, knowing I'll need to behave myself the next time we see each other.

Wishing you all the best, dressed to kill.