Used in Piccadilly

I was sat on the couch watching and trying to concentrate on taking in my surroundings. The room was a hotel apartment or a suite, I don’t know which, but it had a couple of arched windows, brick walls and a bricked barrel like ceiling, (vaulted, I think it’s called), timber flooring and lots of rungs. Someone had lit candles and it had three bedrooms and a bathroom. The room we were in was a lounge, come a kitchen, and it had two large coloured leather couches. It was nice, I think the building was a converted warehouse, an old shipping one.

There were four couples still in the room with me; they were all mostly naked now and had all been fucking one another, all around me, for the last hour or do. I had helped out, with getting drinks and even wanking a couple of the guys. Yes, really. Everyone had been pleasant to me, telling me how lucky Lisa and Tom were, complimenting me on my body, my looks and had only really touched me in passing or due to proximity, nothing intentionally or sexually. Being honest, it was a totally overwhelming situation and I was still naked, well, apart from my boots. I was sat modestly, legs together, relaxed but beginning to feel invisible. I wasn’t feel self conscious of my nudity, (everyone had sat and watched me cum little over an hour ago), no, but I was feeling in need of a cuddle.

Lisa and another couple were talking and, well, touching opposite me another couch. A guy was sat next to me, talking at me but I wasn’t really listening. I was looking at Lisa who was talking but looking at me too. She was naked too.

Lisa, she is a brunette, slightly taller than me, so sexy, curvy and has lots of tattoos which always intrigue me. Tattoos, aren’t something that I have ever been into but they work for her. She is married to Tom but she is the dominant force in their relationship and in mine with them both too. She liked to bring out the slut in me and whenever I think about our experiences, well, even now, it surprises me just how easily she had control over me. I had met them about 18 months earlier through a UK swinging website, a Fab one, and our liaisons had been the start of me pushing my sexual boundaries and exploring my kinks further and deeper than ever before.

Lisa was looking at me and the guy, David, who was still talking at me. Lisa smiled and winked at me and nodded his way. Discrete of her. I looked at him, well, you couldn’t miss his cock. It was a large one and quite fascinating and it had been the subject of a conversation with Lisa when we discussed the possibilities of this meet and her plans / ideas for me. I managed to look up at him and apologised and ask him to repeat…I was distracted.

He laughed and, quite politely, asked if I would like to touch his cock. He obviously said more but I honestly cannot remember what. Me, I am not a shy girl and I hadn’t refrained from touching so far, when offered the opportunity, so I replied, “ohh, ok.