Costume Party

I enjoyed this same couple we were a triad and she always when through everything with everyone before hand. There were never any surprises every step happened as she said it would. That's why I enjoyed her sessions. She was and I'm sure still to this day is brilliant.

The moment I stepped into the ballroom, I knew I wouldn't leave the same.

My long red cloak swayed behind me, teasing glimpses of pale thick thighs covered in fishnet tights and my thigh high boots and the little lace hem of my skirt. I wore nothing underneath except my lovense toys buzzing on my clit, ass and pussy. My corset lifted my breasts just enough to tempt showing half my nipples, just enough to say I need to be ruined. I was Red Riding Hood, and I'd wandered straight into the Wolf's den on purpose.

She was already waiting.

Tall. Dominant. Her eyes rimmed with shadow and mischief. Dressed head to toe in black fur and leather, silver fangs gleaming at the corner of her lips.

"Red," she growled, circling me, claws dragging down my arm. "You've been very, very bad."

I dropped my eyes.

"Yes, Mistress."

Beside her, her other toy was kneeling--a male sub dressed as a grandmother, chain hanging from his cuffs, that dress unzipped just enough to show he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He looked up at me, flushed and eager, clearly thrilled we were about to serve together.

Mistress snapped her fingers.

"Both of you. Kneel."

We dropped immediately, one on each side of her boots. She grabbed my leash from the basket I carried--yes, I carried my own leash--and clipped it to the collar around my neck. The chain jingled as she tugged me up to my feet, then gave a light smack to the prisoner's ass to make him follow.

"This party's just starting," she said. "Let's find some... specialists to help examine my pets."

We were barely five minutes into the hotel-attached kink costume party when two new men approached.

Doctors.

One wore a tight white coat over bare, inked skin and latex gloves that made my breath hitch. The other had a clipboard and a knowing smirk, glasses pushed up on his nose. Their stethoscopes were wrapped loosely around their necks, and something in their eyes said they were here for more than just checking pulses.

Mistress grinned.

"Doctors," she purred, "would you care to help me evaluate my two subjects?"

They exchanged a look, then nodded.

"Yes, Mistress Wolf. But we'll need full access."

"Of course," she said, and yanked down my top in one motion. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. The prisoner was next--his jumpsuit tugged open to the waist. He whimpered as one of the doctors grabbed his chin and made him look up.

Then it began.

They examined us like property. Me first. Hands in my hair. A gloved finger tracing the line of my collarbone, then down to my nipples, teasing them until I squirmed. The other doctor knelt and pressed my vibrator between my legs harder--just, until I soaked right through it.

"She's very responsive," the doctor murmured. "Highly sensitive. I recommend overstimulation."

The Wolf smirked. "Do it. She will say Nezuko that's her safe word, the other one doesn't want a safe word so just pay attention to it"

My skirt was flipped up, and they used toys Mistress had brought--pumps for my clit, clamps for my nipples. The suction on my swollen clit had me moaning immediately, hips twitching, juices slicking my thighs. They pumped me slowly, teasing me until the ache made me rock forward into their hands.

Meanwhile, the prisoner was being edged. One doctor stroked him slowly, one hand behind his neck. Mistress barked orders between soft caresses. "Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Breathe."

And when I started to tremble, mouth open, lips parted in a desperate moan--

"Not yet," Mistress growled.

She walked around us, pulling my face into her chest, licking the corner of my mouth. I whimpered against her breasts.

"Keep her begging."

The doctors obeyed.

One knelt between my legs, tongue flicking my swollen, pumped clit until I sobbed. The other whispered into my ear, asking, "your mistress told us you squirt.. How many times can you squirt tonight, Red? We're not stopping until you drench us all."

The sub was on his knees beside me, licking my nipple as Mistress tugged his hair. Then he was behind me, mouth on my neck, whispering "good girl" as one of the doctors pushed two fingers into me while licking me.

I screamed--silently first, then out loud--gushing hard. My thighs shook. My breath broke. The pump was pulled away and a mouth took over, licking me through every wave of my orgasm.

"Is she always a good girl? Or does she need some discipline?" As the doctor was ready to smack my ass. My mistress stopped him, no marking her yet.

Hands everywhere. Tongues trading places. Mistress guided them, told them when to spank, when to edge, when to make me come again.

The doctor with the gloves fingered me from behind while the prisoner licked my clit. Mistress kissed me, holding my wrists tight.

"I want her full, so filled that your cum pours out of her ears to give you an idea." she ordered.

The second doctor slid inside me, slow and thick. I gasped. He fucked me with long strokes while the prisoner sucked my nipples and Mistress rubbed my clit until I came again--squirting all over his cock. He didn't stop, just fucked me through it, cock sliding in and out of the slickness while I shook out of control my body was no longer my control.

My body was glowing, wrecked, twitching.

The Wolf grabbed my leash, yanked me into her lap, and kissed me deep.

Then she smiled darkly.

"And now we go upstairs."

We barely made it to the suite before the teasing escalated.

Mistress Wolf had us kneeling side by side by the edge of the bed while she lounged in a plush chair, legs crossed, eyes gleaming. She took her time watching the doctors undress, each revealing lean muscle, glistening arousal, and a hunger in their eyes that made my thighs clench.

But no one got to fully touch me yet. That was her rule.

"Only the tip," she said sharply. "No one gets to bury themselves in my Red until I've been made to cum three times. Is that understood?"

Four voices murmured, "Yes, Mistress."

And so began the edging.

I was positioned on my hands and knees, legs wide, as one of the doctors came up behind me. He gripped my hips firmly, rubbed the head of his cock slowly over my folds--slick with anticipation--but didn't enter. Not fully.

Just the tip.

Just enough to make me gasp, arch, begging trying to throw my ass back to take his dick fully in my pussy.

He slid in shallow, just the first inch, held it there while his hips barely rolled. His breath was ragged behind me, trying not to push deeper.

Meanwhile, the other doctor was in front of me, teasing my lips with his cock, dragging it slowly along my mouth, letting me kiss and taste--but never giving me more than a taste.

The prisoner knelt beside me, kissing along my neck, his hands roaming. Mistress pulled his head between her thighs and growled, "Make me cum, pet."

As he obeyed, the room filled with moans and gasps. Her fingers knotted in his hair as his tongue worked, wet and fast. She moaned deeply once--her first orgasm.

He licked her slowly, tasting the salt of her skin, then deeper, with slow, careful flicks of his tongue. He made her cum again.

The prisoner stroked my clit while the doctor teased just the tip inside me again. The pressure. The denial. The aching need.

She came again--louder this time.

"One more," she laughed, voice sharp.

Stop touching my red and get over here.

Both doctors now circled, one kneeling to tease her breasts with their mouths while the other licked between her legs. I was rubbing her thighs and sucking her nipples, lips swollen with lust.

Her forth orgasm was the strongest yet--her hand gripping my hair, her back arched, eyes fluttering as she came hard.

"Now," she smiled. "Wreck her."

They didn't hesitate.

I was pulled onto the bed, legs spread, while the first doctor slid deep inside me this time--no teasing, just thick, wet, and deep. The second circled to press against my ass, his hands gripping my hips.

Mistress climbed behind me, smacking my breasts gently, rhythmically, as I moaned through every thrust. She leaned over, whispering in my ear, "we are making a movie lil red riding hood."

On the big screen across the suite, a live feed played. Footage from the party below. Guests watching drinking enjoying their own evening and events of lust and playing. The broadcast was feeding our scene from visible cams-- intentional.

They were watching.

They saw my legs shaking, my body soaked, the way I begged through each wave of pleasure.

I was turned, 69 with Mistress as the doctors watched. Her mouth on my clit. Mine on hers. The doctors fucking us as we ate each others clit raw while their balls were hitting our nose and forehead, holding, controlling.

No one needed to be told what to do anymore.

Bodies tangled. Mouths kissed whoever was closest. The sounds of pleasure filled every inch of the room as I lost count of my orgasms. Slow. Messy. Beautiful.

And outside? In the ballroom, the party continued--but every screen now showed us.

We become their center.

My body was already trembling, soaked and stretched, lips swollen and breath broken. One of the doctors had just finished inside me, moaning as he collapsed beside me, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a marathon. The grandmother dressed-sub begged if he could fuck or get fucked--his head resting on Mistress Wolf's thigh.

That's when the new energy walked in--and it was all heels, curves, confidence, and heat.

Three women entered the presidential suite--invited by Mistress earlier but perfectly timed. Each dressed for the night: one in a nurse outfit tighter than skin, another as a latex angel with a devil's smirk, and the third--a rogue Red Riding Hood like me, but her cloak was sheer, and she carried a crop in her mouth like a warning.

Mistress barely moved, just purred, "Ladies... she's warm, wet, and ready."

The men shifted to the side, dazed and satisfied, but still watching--eyes glued to the unfolding scene, hard cocks in their hands again, slow strokes as if trying to keep from bursting too soon.

I was on my back when the nurse slid between my legs. She blew soft air on my inner thighs, her lips brushing the swollen edges of my pussy without diving in. My hips bucked, craving contact.

She smiled. "So responsive."

The angel held my hands down above my head, straddling my chest and letting me suck her nipples through the sheer fabric while her fingers found my clit.

The third woman? She joined Mistress, licking her thighs, fingering her slowly as the Domme groaned softly, finally allowing herself to be pleased again.

I couldn't think. Just feel.

Lips, fingers, breath--female touch everywhere. Delicate but firm. Soft but demanding. They knew what they were doing. I was overstimulated and begging, moaning into the nurse's mouth as she kissed me with slick-covered lips from her taste of me.

"You're going to squirt, mistress said you're a squirter." she whispered. "Good girls soak everything."

I did. I gushed hard enough that the angel giggled, rubbing it across my belly like she was anointing me. The third woman climbed up to ride my thigh, while Mistress slid her fingers into me and rubbed deep, slow strokes until I was writhing again.

The men watched.

Cocks back in their hands. Silent. Mesmerized.

One tried to stand, but Mistress held up a hand without even looking.

"Not yet."

So they watched as we tangled ourselves--me and five women--mouths kissing, legs wrapping, fingers everywhere, orgasms shared like breathing.

Mistress held me in her lap, stroking my hair, whispering, "You're showing them how it's done, little one. You're a orgasming goddess we must protect and feed that anomaly in you."

And when she finally nodded...

The men returned.

Steam curled into the air like smoke from a spell, warm and thick as we all drifted toward the massive shower suite in the bathroom. Bodies glowing, flushed from the hours of bliss behind us. The Wolf led, still dripping with confidence, and the rest of us followed--lovers, subs, voyeurs, and now, friends.

The water was hot, pouring from the rainfall spouts above as we stepped in--one by one taking turns, five women and three men, skin against skin, rinsing off the pleasure from earlier... but not the desire.

I stood between the man who was a grandmother dressed and the nurse, their hands gliding over my body under the water. Not sexual now--just warm, lazy touches. The doctor washed mistress hair, while the angel soaped my thighs. Everyone laughed, whispered, exchanged glances.

We rinsed the suds off our back.

When we were all clean and towel-wrapped, we spilled into the suite again, collapsing onto the oversized bed and couches while the food came out--snacks, sweets, sparkling drinks. We picked at strawberries and honey-drizzled pastries. Mistress walked around handing water bottles demanded everyone drinks it completely gone before handing them to the next person.

"What was your favorite part?" the angel asked, biting a grape.

"The way she squirted so hard it hit my chest," the nurse said, laughing, pointing at me. "I didn't think she had that much left in her!"

And like clockwork, the air shifted again.

The men began to stir.

It was subtle at first--the way they sat straighter, glanced between each other, legs shifting under thin towels.

The three men were given those little blue pills.

The nurse dropped to her knees in front of the grandmother dressed sub. The angel straddled one of the doctors from behind, biting his neck as she whispered something filthy. And I?

I was pulled back into Mistress's lap, saying watch them for a while commanded me to, "legs wide open" her fingers teasing me again.

"You're going to take them," she purred in my ear.

I looked up--three erect, eager men waiting. Five women already edging themselves with fingers and tongues.

It was about to begin again.

The suite was soaked in warm afterglow -- wet hair, flushed cheeks, towels barely clinging to bodies as everyone sipped drinks and nibbled on sweet fruit and soft pastries.

I sat between Mistress Wolf's legs again, her thighs pressing against my sides, her arms wrapped loosely around my waist as her nails traced down my stomach, lazily teasing me. The women lounged nearby, nibbling strawberries and sharing slow, sensual kisses. The men--doctors and sub--had recovered, sitting back with wide grins and fully hard cocks that pulsed with rising energy. From those pills

Mistress didn't speak at first. She just... watched.

She liked to observe when everyone thought the scene had ended. Because she knew better. It was never over until she decided it was.

And suddenly, she stood.

Her voice cut the air like a knife through velvet.

"Playtime's not over."

She pulled me to my knees by my leash. Her grip in my hair was soft but firm, and the look in her eyes said mine.

"She's ready again," she said, running her hand down my back. "But none of you get to take her until she earns it... with her tongue."

I was placed on the floor--on all fours.

The women surrounded me first.

Mistress tugged the sub forward and ordered him to lie beneath me. My thighs were spread over his face, his tongue warm and eager as he licked slowly, thoroughly, while I trembled, barely holding myself up.

The nurse knelt in front of me, her thighs wide, her folds glistening. Mistress pressed my face into her with a firm push of my head. I licked. Desperate, sloppy, eager. Every time the sub made me moan into her, she moaned too.

The angel spanked me gently from behind as she watched.

"She's soaked," she whispered. "Just listen to it."

I felt it again--building. Rising. My second orgasm spilling out over the subs mouth as I whimpered into the nurse's body.

Mistress clapped once. "Switch."

Now the doctor stood above me, cock full and flushed, but Mistress shook her head. "No penetration yet. Stroke her body. Worship her. But do not fill her until I say."

The other women pulled me up onto the bed, laying me back across soft pillows as their hands slid across my skin--breasts, thighs, throat. The second doctor took ice from a glass and traced it between my legs, watching me shudder as he filled my pussy with ice cubes then sucked the warm water out of my pussy as it melted. Every nerve was alive again.

Mistress whispered something into the nurse's ear, and suddenly I was being kissed--mouths on my neck, nipples, stomach--two sets of lips sliding down my body while two others kissed each other above me.

The sub was back between my legs. The doctor above me stroked himself, inches from my mouth but not letting me take him.

Mistress climbed onto the bed behind me, spreading my thighs wide, her voice a growl:

"Now everyone fuck. They obeyed."

One at a time, or sometimes together--cockheads pressed in, just a few inches at first, keeping me full but denied. One in my mouth. One teasing at my soaked entrance. Another licking, fingers spreading me open for the next.

Mistress moaned above me, riding one of the women as her hand gripped my hair. When she came, loud and long and shaking--

Then they took me.

No hesitation. Just deep, hard, wet strokes. I was twisted, lifted, held in the air as my body was used again. DP. Oral. Hands keeping me wide. Mouths locked on mine. I lost count of how many times I came, how many lips kissed me, how many eyes watched my body break and melt and rise again.

Mistress never left me. She guided every second.

Even when the others collapsed, I was still held in her arms.

"You belong to this room now," she whispered. "But only through me."

And when we all finally collapsed together--wet, soft, tangled in sheets and each other--someone turned the TV back on.

The cameras were still rolling.

Below, in the ballroom... others were watching. Waiting.

And Mistress smiled.

"Maybe next time," she whispered, "we invite them in." But she knew my limits and respect them and everyone else's too.