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We arrived mid-afternoon, but it gets dark early this time of year, so we look, "we leave?" I ask. "As you like, but it seems that there is enough distraction without leaving the hotel." Sonia puts on her costume, a pale gray linen excite a 96 year-old eunuch, a salmon on top blouse, dark red pants that leave low waist navel air (which is lovely), and mark the thong from behind, and away we go, hotel lobby elevators address.

The corridor is so bleak as all hotel corridors in the world. Hall, door, hallway, door ... there's like three doors on each side before reaching the landing. The bedroom doors are usually closed. We saw before we arrived, two of them, facing each other, were open.

Sonia, love the end, reminds me: "you do not say nothing, do nothing without my permission you, look at me, and only if I tell you, if later. If I do not answer is no. And do not talk, do not ask, do not ask. or me, or anybody, you understand me? ". "Yes, Mistress."

We looked through the open door. A couple, in bed, the two simply covered with a blanket, looking and talking. We look, we do not say anything, do not tell them anything, and proceed to the front room ...

There are two couples talking, one sitting on the bed, and the other on low chairs. One woman beckons me to close the door. I'm going to close, and a pinch Sonia atrocious beats me: what I said? and she's closed the door. I'm a little perplexed, not less angry. One of our rules is that there can be no physical marks, and the pinch will sign.

One of the two pairs it believes that his audience, and that the show can begin.

They lie in bed and start kissing, while all we get to see it. They are a normal couple in all aspects, long-thirties, good-looking. It with a reasonably tasty pair of tits, Brazilian English ... well ... the normal . I have little discretion in this matter.

We stand looking in the front row, a couple making love. But they are not "normal", say that somehow make it to the gallery. They are placed so that we do not lose anything in the show. If she opens her legs for him to eat it, not pulling on it with his tongue immediately ... so she is exposed as he runs his legs with her mouth, up her thighs, jumps to her breasts ... she has a small, closed sex, but as the kisses, caresses it with his tongue, is opening up ... because he kisses a little while, and then depart, as to let us see.

The other couple is heating up (we). I'm going to make the "maneuver Feli "Sonia looked at me and says," still. What to do when I say ". The other couple is in their underwear, Sonia too. I am the only fully clothed. Sonia is being played while watching them. I look at it. Okay, take off all your clothes. The couple in the bed looking at the other couple, looking at us that we are apparently more advanced, and we leave a space next to them.

"Lie there," she says Sonia. I'll take the clothes you left
"Still, do not ever. Await my orders "

stands astride me, turns away from the thong aside and entered into it ... God, who had wanted! that softness of her body, which barely moves easily ..., your muscles imprison me and let me out. Well, I do not know if so, I can barely think, much less remember. But I do remember a millimetric movements, smooth, quiet, precision machinery, well adjusted, well lubricated.

I see Sonia, I see her face, her breasts still look over my, I see a female hand that covers over the bra, making the nipples ... is that Sonia does not run well. but ... but ... your body movements accelerate, notice the touch of her underwear on my body, I feel that tight ... oh, that's it. and start, so immediately without notice, their cries of orgasm. Unforgettable, that make one feel the first male of creation.

Surprised, the other stops, believing that he has hurt.

"Follow, please follow" and another hand, the male, imprisons the other nipple, and Sonia screams, shouts, screams ... all forgotten, forgotten me, I'm trapped by your body, sweet prison. Noto a liquid down my legs ... and I run I also, though she has participated, but she has heard, no one has touched me me.

"Eh bien," say the French, "elle est la petite doué"

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Sonia's idea had ... And I wondered if a good idea. Snow announced throughout the south of France, I saw his face tense, dimly lit by the dashboard, his eyes focused on the road while driving his Q6 to Cap d'Agde. She was the Mistress, so we met in a sexual game of D / s. I am relieved that we were in a 4 × 4, I was concerned about his driving, stuck to the fence on the left, ahead of Tyre and Trojans.

But there we were going. We had spoken to some knowledge of a trip to southern France, a weekend, two, three days ... and she did not work - it was low - as it could afford. And when we talked about the trip (I wanted my people Templars and the Millau Bridge), she said, condescending going anywhere, but I want to spend a night in Cap d'Agde and obey me there. Not the best night. End of Christmas holidays, the middle of winter ...

First question: where to sleep ... there are two mythical places in Cap d'Agde, the "Hotel Eve", and the complex "Libertine" as the French call it, of "Glamour", "le Jardin de l'Eden" and "Villa Romaine. " The hotel is three star Eve and the Garden of Eden are l'luxury apartments.

But do a little history, Sonia had never had experiences of swinging, never seen another couple fuck up while we agree with our neighbors room, and apparently she liked it. He had told me that once was in an apartment with some friends, and if one had brought a boy, had gone to the bedroom, while they waited in the living room to finish. And if they had heard something, but did not know if she had imagined. But the experience of the last day in the hotel, had overturned, or at least, had changed the schemes. Or had warmed up.

So I asked one of the stages were Cap d'Agde, that if, after asking if I could get my submission hold your hand and / or kiss and / or play the guy as she fucked another. And I highlight, of course, I was submissive, and therefore, what she would do just let me do. To me to be an illusion on the approach, go to Cap d'Agde and depend on everything ... but Sonia Sonia is Love, so I must obey ... and as is required of me loves me resolve the quartermaster, if I'm wrong , and you can punish me. Submissive's life complicated.

I decided on the Hotel Eve. A little American brothel, neon, paintings of nudes on the walls. They give us the key to the room, and there we go. Hall, some doors open. And you can see movement in a room. And flashes of camera. Also some movement in the halls. Couples who are watching us. We walked into our room, a little monk, but considering that is France and there are three stars are not going to expect great luxury. We put the porn channel TV .... We look at the "amenities" little, soap, antiseptic liquid for the mouth, and a note that says there distributor of condoms down the hall

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Sonia was coming around slowly, finally opened his eyes, looked at me,

"- What things make me do, he said, smiling
- Bothered by a lot?, Because it seemed
- At first a little, but after a while I forgot "

and looked at them.

Remained in the same position, leaning back on the bed, she in her lap. He had removed the bra at some point, and had his hands on her breasts while her hand moved between her legs, I had not made any case when I asked him to wait.

"- Would you have us go? asked.
I looked at Sonia. He looked at me and smiled again
- No, I said, we want you to stay, it's up to us to see "

And they changed their position ... took the opportunity to undress for the first time I saw him the whole body. We can say that he was "happy". A man splicing, showing that his desire is his, even for a man. And we can say that our neighbor wore an erection that I dare call a remarkably high. Or even very high.

He lay back in bed, and she first took the erection in his hands, as offered to Sonia, Mirandola, leaned toward her. But Sonia declined the invitation.

Then she got to eat it directly. Sonia did not miss a second of the show, and she looked at Sonia, as her mouth up and down. Sonia's legs instinctively opened, and I take the opportunity to put my hand between them. I will not move, I said, knowing of their sensitivity after orgasm, but let me have your hand there.

She straddled him, grabbed him and put him in position, but before entering said: "From here you will not see anything, wait", and moved both to Sonia could have fore. And we could see the sex of the in and out between her lips, her breasts while throwing them a compass ... they were not so long time, already had warmed up enough before, she quickly put his hands between my legs, caressed, while accelerating the movement, until it ran him first and then ... but in some ways was an anticlimax, because unlike Sonia (and a little me), they just pointed out her orgasm. We saw in the change of pace, in the absence of the face expression of both, but that was it. They were embraced for a few minutes until he came out of her body with a wet noise, to go to the bathroom.

She remained motionless, legs and open sex, as calls, and throwing less and that was the moment of great erotic content, because of her sex opened like a flower drops of semen out that slid into the mattress ... Sonia looked at hypnotized ...

He returned from the bathroom

"Phew .... than good, I rest, when we were in the room and I listened, and did not know what to do
- I like you liked it
- We go to the room, I leave an email address if you want to repeat another day "

dressed and left.

And Sonia told me later, during the night:

"I do not take them off of the head (which was not very flattering for me), we could repeat?
- With them?
- With them at another time maybe ... the had played at some point ... they were fucking, and she was masturbating, I would have liked it to me ... we can go somewhere for those who know, to see alone, but if I dare ... "

So probably go to Cap d'Agde in the near future. But I do not do exchanges. Our relationship is too young yet ... but if we go and I will tell you.

The blogger should apologize for the images presented in these posts about gang bang. Not all are photos, and not all are gang bang. In general, the author knows the type of photo you want, but have not come to find, because everything in it is very vulgar. Maybe it's that the situation is. Although neither the author of the blog, and its protagonist lived it well.

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And in all that she seemed happy. After the surprise of the first few minutes I think we both amused this situation in which she was the center of attention, the ball on the basketball court. They were all for it, and could only have possession of the ball for a limited time.

She had her mouth and one hand busy, the other had taken me to me, as an accomplice. And I love being there. Sometimes it is the closest a handshake to be fucking. When he retired one, and was to enter another he says, softly:
"- Checks for carrying condoms
- Send?
yes, of course, make sure you carry condoms, I can not, I have hands full
- How would I do? "

and suddenly I understood

so by proxy, will be me the props, responsible for verifying that the player carries the gear regulations.

Step into the hand, I find your pubic hair, I look and there it is, the phallus, the penis in all its glorious splendor, carnation blowout. I do not do much, I go up the stem until you find the rim of the condom, okay, we're ready. He's going to retire, misreading my expression, but no, I take more decisions, and drive it up her body, completely flooded. I am guided, I like to feel the moment of penetration, and as he comes, my hand goes over.

Checked what I wanted to check, I will not be there, making a nuisance, so I withdraw my hand and look at her, surrounded by, oblivious to everything except your body and me.

We thus have a good time, maybe twenty minutes, she chained having orgasms, sometimes two to the same man, sometimes went without any rapidillo score.

And I, meanwhile, Miranda. If it is true that some inquisitive hands at the same time men came to feel my manhood, which at this stage of the game was well apparent, but neither rejected nor facilitated it so soon got bored.

And with it, when I had a mouthful commented on the situation, here there are only men (and were to be seven or eight), where would the other couples, she was apologizing to me that I had to pull up ember to my sardines, but that if only haltingly apologized , between orgasm and orgasm, because I was in that sweet spot you have women that encadenais one after another. And as the material is continually renewed ...

Among the men show a series lined up, talking with her, chained her orgasms, I was amply prepared, so we should skip the preliminaries and go straight to fucking.

But first we solve the problem of the replacement bench and the player who at the time, in possession of the ball, and pushing with all their ass, is into her, pounding sound that seem to displease neither.

The bench, half a dozen or more men masturbating slowly to keep warm (that must be what in sports jargon is called "bench warming") and ready to immediately enter the field in the first substitution. Some warming is happening, we see that accelerates the movement of your hand until cum. Its drops ever reach us but do not care.

We take a small pause in the movement of the fucker to tell everyone they will touch us now, and then we'll go, so for now we no more numbers. No one goes away, it stays there, watching, making us upright cock a guard of honor. The one in she knows should be accelerated, so it moves faster, and nothing comes off with a great sigh, love that well these that run, I quickly ran well ... I must say that men who add a soundtrack to her orgasm have a capacity that surprises me.

I put myself in position over her, my cock ready. Many times a woman should guide it, to hit the hole. And once addressed, there is a magic moment, the soft, slow push of the kidneys to overcome the sweet little input resistance.

None of that was then. The road was wet, slippery trail marked by its open body waiting for me. A minimum movement, not even a hint of push, and felt his wet embrace around my body as it was entering. I was so wet that while I entered, I noticed the drops that came out of his body.

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And always the question: what we Exchange Club? I like meetings, which always has people. Perhaps not the biggest or the most baroque (the locals have a tendency to absolutely amazing baroque decoration for non-locals), nor has the best music, but moved.

She and I both wanted to change clubs, so we went to another, newer, more modern, baroque ...

We went in and say, ah, you come to the night gang bang? Pass, who are almost the first.

We did not come to that, which you have probably come up here you may know that I'm talking about, but for those virgin souls who have reached this page in error lospecesdecolores, seeking information on aquarophilia and fish, but who are curious to expand their knowledge, in a gang bang a woman dedicated to several men at the same time, it looks much porn in the movies, she has a cock in each hand, while one (or two men) will work the bottom, and overall she is doing a blowjob to a fifth lord, while a few turns. A little heavy if it is.

Or simply, she is there, lying, while two or three guys masturbate over her, and shower.

Ai, UICH, tell me. Perhaps, but certainly there are people who like the ability to bring pleasure to sex without a body.

- Well no, not coming to the gang bang night
- Ah, I say this because more kids alone than usual, but do not worry if you do not want kids alone, we have a booth that is locked

Come to the inside, and had two or three couples, each in a corner, sipping a drink, and a group of about four couples talking together. And that's it, the whole world talks, dresses, and nothing happened there. Empty dark room, tatami no one ... After half an hour, everyone follows his ball, nobody does anything.

In the end, total, we decided that it is time to do something, give us grapes and both work the next day.

We undressed, and seems to be an epidemic, we are all partners in the locker room (which is common, of course).

We went out, tapaditos with a towel, and we rush around without the facilities to see if we like the pool, the darkroom, a tatami room ... we are surprised not to see anyone, where were the other partners?

Because they had gotten into the two reserves, and had locked up there. We were, she and I, alone. Well, not alone, there were three or four kids alone, wandering.

We say, well, we get down to business, someone will come. When you're on a mat, generally is one other couple that lies close to you, if want to escape a hand.

We were alone, she and I, and as he had promised me a massage, lie down, she stands astride my back, and starts to massage my shoulders. As soon as we lay down, like flies to honey, all around us four or five kids, alone. A woman giving a massage has both hands occupied, the teats are available, but also if you are astride a back, has sex tantalizingly open.

One gets to suck a tit, another sobarle the ass, the most daring is released directly to the sex (not going to take another place). I notice in my back the movements of her pelvis, moving the fingers in search of tempting. As it is not much defense, but apparently did not seek it.

He leans over my ear, and whispers: Hey, we have not come to that! If you also have your ration it, but so ... Honey, do not worry, today for you, tomorrow for me, we are here, nor is it to leave, we stay a while, and if I'm uncomfortable I tell you, you say goodbye to friends, and go. I squeeze his hand to seal the deal.

Ten minutes later, she had fallen off my back, had been lying on the mat, and I was at his side, holding her little hand, while a guy gets fucked and she to a blowjob to a second. At some point he looked at me apologetically, go, let's go, I am uncomfortable for you. On the contrary, I do not like you're uncomfortable, smiled.

There the men are fast, have been alone, have come to that, no cuddling, no preliminaries, no commitment. I to mine, they say, if she does not run with me, I will do the following. And give.

And after the first shot it, and that lasted less than a candy at the door of a school, as he left - a little run, and never better spent, will come in here the expression? - She asked: "Did you you? "and says," Yes, is that my friend is waiting. " And indeed, there was another man who had just finished putting the condom on a dick more than reasonable. "This is going to get me?" But if, put it, and that she had her first orgasm

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I had stayed several times at the club, knew its intricacies and crannies, its wet bar surrounded by men themselves, their televisions hanging from the ceiling with images of fellatio and tit. I noticed an acceleration in the words of Carmen, I do not talk about, I thought I would ask that saliesemos there. I took her to the area of ​​couples, more calm, soft music, low light, a normal bar, if it were not for the drinks were served in plastic cups (suitable, if people walk barefoot), or, suddenly passed a couple naked among the tables with a towel in hand, toward the whirlpool.

It's a bit shocking, but I thought that Carmen was interested in the situation.

I let her calm down, talking about my experience at this place. Do not want to go through a regular (hard when the waiter greeted me with a handshake and public relations with a kiss on the cheek, long time no see!) But not by a novice.

I asked
- Do you want a ride?
- Amuse me, but I did not touch anyone?
- Do not worry

And we walked around the club, one of the mats, and separated from the bar, had a couple, resting after fuck. They were naked, lying on a blanket, talking as if they were at the beach or in bed at home. But at the same time, their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of pleasure. Carmen looked at as we passed them, and said nothing.

And we walked around, saw the French corridor, empty and explained how it worked, a screen with holes, some to see, others at the height of the arms, others to sex up on one side the corridor leading to the area all-male, the other as a bedroom overlooking the area of ​​couples. The girl was leaning back or facing the screen and the boys spent the hands or sex, and she approached them, were left to play, or masturbated, or remained where they could see them but could not reach, while your partner lean.

Swingers club

We also saw the jacuzzi, where he had two girls alone in the water, playing with them, while their partners out of the water, watching. Carmen said that to know what was in that water, and would not get there even come to a crossing of the Sahara desert. And I thought I raised the situation.

And we went to the darkroom, it was full.
- Shall we? asked
- Go in, but what are we supposed to do?
- You and I danced in a corner, you stay close to the wall, and if you notice any hand, and do not want to touch you, take it off. But it would be wrong to give him a slap.
- But I can play without my invite or look him or say anything?
- This is grace, no one here asks "I can?. Hand pass, if not away is that the hand is welcome, but do not worry, if you're in a corner, nobody will say anything.

And we danced, I approached her, I refused, he felt his body pressed against mine, her breasts hard leaning on my chest, the scent of her hair. We did not talk, we were there, well, peaceful, isolated from the world. Without realizing much notice went out in the corner. That I saw in it a voltage, and a hand ran down her back bumped into mine. I looked and looked at me, I asked:

- Back to the corner?
- By now, if it bothers me, I tell you.

After a couple of minutes and were hands, others were passing between us. Segui with my hands on one of the arms, the softness I knew it was a woman who was reaching Carmen's breasts.

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We did not know.

We cross-linked post, not many, two or three. Enough to know that there could be affinity. But we had not seen, we had not even spoken on the phone when we both felt the need for a blind date in front of the boats in the Retiro. Or next to the Fallen Angel, ushering in many falls.

But the withdrawal was not a good idea, in the sweltering summer Madrid. So I stayed for a drink and meet.

Clear that "knowledge" had no doubt - at least in the back of my mind - the old sense, Genesis 4:1 "And Adam knew Eve his wife, she conceived and gave birth to Cain," which also did not was a bad beginning.

And so we were both a little embarrassed in front of a cod pie.

In silence.

I was desperate, about to launch into the pool with a question and a doubt. The question was "chati, working or studying?" And doubt whether we should not replace your current version: "chati, mileurista or stop?".

Luckily, it was wine, pink, cooler, which allowed me to dwell on what he knew well, in my work as representative of wines, the differences between the varieties and the "terroir" and the Saxon conspiracy against the European wine industry , which as we know, is Latin. This sinister conspiracy is to promote the habit of the variety (to be clear, single vine wines, such as "Pinot Noir") which allows industrialize the production and meet demand by way of planting more vines vs. European option, which premium the terroir (for example, Bourgogne), and therefore production is fixed. My blind date yawned ostentatiously.

The night was going to be long.

We attack the kibble, which is defended with a frozen heart.

I think it had to do a blow, or half past ten, each owl would be in his olive tree, which also lost to the river, and loose, look, we do not know, I suspect that my work does not interest you particularly, and we are here, speaking for not being silent. I propose, if it amuses you, if you're interested, if not going to crash, going to a club I know, there taking a drink. The uniqueness of the place is that it is swinging, but do not worry, you do not exchange or touch you. We are going there, keep talking, and if we run out we talk of the room around a while and see what people are doing.

- Hey! Who do you think I am?.

- No, he said, but has not been a good idea

- Say no to touch me is there any reason?

the evening was complicated at times. Women have the great virtue of transforming any cane and not a spear, if not a machinegun Thomson.

I mumbled something

- Well, okay, come on, but only to see, okay?

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