Guest Blogger ~ M. Makael Newby

Content Advisory: Descriptions of oral sex, and m/f sex.

My Erotic Adventure: The Belle & The Ball allows you to make the choices – just click on the action you'd like to take and see what happens next! As the narrator of your own story, you’ll navigate real-life sexual dilemmas, experience surprise endings that leave you laughing, and luxuriate in steamy scenes of lustful abandon. Will you accept an indecent proposal, try your hand at S&M, attend an anonymous orgy, or risk having sex in public? Will you allow yourself to be videotaped, enjoy a threesome, or chance finding love through expressions of lust?  48 unique endings await. Let the adventure begin!

Recap: It’s been a hell of a night already! Uncomfortable in my slightly too-tight ball gown at an otherwise boring charity gala, I met Trevor, who remembered me from a similar event several months ago. Instead of investigating the possibilities, I chose to find my girlfriend Lynne. She introduced me to Reggie, Tasha, and Eirik, a unique trio with a deeply erotic energy that left me perplexed. I squashed my curious side and chose to again follow Lynne on her social meanderings. This led us to Brian and his crew of very handsy compatriots. I didn’t know that they were swingers at the time, but they invited us to Serena’s house for a party, and Evan explained it all to me when we arrived. As my tour guide, Evan has led me downstairs and now I must decide where to go next!

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I nod to the right, and as Evan leads me down the hallway, a petite, buxom, strawberry-blond honey rushes toward me saying, “Oh thank goodness! The game is about to start and we need one more couple. You’ll be perfect!”

Evan looks at me with a question in his eyes. I smile and shrug in response. Why not?

Marina, as she introduces herself, opens the door and ushers us into a spacious, softly lit playroom with a standing bar and sink on one side and a powder room on the other. There is a basket of condoms on the bar counter, next to what must be packets of lube, and several canisters of antibacterial wet wipes “with Aloe.” The most unexpected feature is the floor, which is covered by what I believe to be exercise mats peeking through burgundy sheets.

Following the example of the other couples and single females in the room, we slip off our shoes and step onto the mats, taking the open space in the circle of players. This should be interesting!

“Okay, everybody,” says Marina, clearly the ring leader, “we’re about to get started.  Thank you all for coming tonight! It’s already starting off to be an unforgettable evening… let’s finish it out that way, huh?”

That gets a round of cheers and playful grunts from the assembled crew and starts to birth butterflies in my stomach.

I hope she doesn’t single me out.

“Is there anyone here who’s brand new,” she asks, looking at me inquisitively.

“Yes,” I admit reluctantly.

“Then you get the honor of choosing the game,” she says, pulling me into the center of the circle. 

“In my hands I have a bowl with various colors of poker chips,” she explains, displaying the bowl with a flourish and shaking the chips dramatically. “Each chip corresponds to a particular game. You’ll pick a chip from the bowl, and that’s the game that we’ll play. Ready?”

“I guess so,” I say, closing my eyes and reaching into the bowl.

I’ll grab the first chip my fingers touch.                                    Page 134

I’ll dig around the bowl before picking a chip.                        Page 138

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Opening my eyes, I hand a blue poker chip to Marina.

“The 10-Minute Rotation Game!” she yells. “Choose your first partner, ladies. Every time the 10-minute timer goes off, the men will rotate clockwise to the next partner.”

My jaw drops as I look at Evan.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he says, “and you don’t have to start with me either.”

“No, no,” I say, trying to reassure myself. “I’m game. Try everything once, I like to say.”

A firm hand on my elbow draws my attention to an attractive African-American gentleman of medium height and moderate build with warm brown eyes and an inquiring smile.

“May I have the pleasure?” he asks politely.

I look at Evan, I look at…

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Derrick,” he responds.

I look at Derrick, and back to Evan.

A sexy brunette takes Evan’s hand and leads him a few feet away. Decision made.

“I guess so,” I tell Derrick with a brave grin. “Be patient with me, okay? I’m new to all of this.”

“Absolutely,” he replies, running a hand through my hair and pulling me in for a gentle kiss. He has very full, soft lips and a gentle, yet firm touch, and I start to relax into the moment. With closed eyes I can imagine that the two of us are alone in the room, with the bowl of condoms, and the padded floor…

Okay, this really is a bit weird.

Nonetheless, I allow Derrick to unzip and remove my bodice, the taffeta swishing softly as it falls away from my breasts. He caresses me with the skill of a practiced lover, reassuring with every move that I’m beautiful and adored. His arms wrap around me, holding me tightly as he unzips the remainder of my dress, allowing it to drift slowly to the floor.

I step over the boundary of my skirts, and now I’m in my bra and panties in a room full of strangers, and making out with another one. I never imagined a scenario like this, not even in my deepest fantasies! Now, however, my mind is flooded with possibilities.

Derrick expertly spins me around in front of him, facing me into the room as he attends to my body, providing me with a clear view of the other couples. Some are rough and passionate, others gentle and tender; some are standing, or kneeling, or laid out on the mats. A few lucky men have two women to please…and I wonder if that would lead to more pleasure or more work? My body is humming, my thoughts a swirl.

I catch the eye of a man across the room, watching him get his dick sucked as he watches Derrick fondle me, and suddenly I’m aware of every imperfection in my body ― every little thing that has ever bothered me is now screaming for my attention, and I question how I must look to everyone else in the room.

At the same time, it is sort of a turn on, seeing and being seen, watching and being watched, knowing that the man who is watching me right now will be pleasuring me in 30 or 40 more minutes. It is naughty, forbidden ― and tempting.

The bell rings as Derrick engages me with one more scrumptious kiss and moves clockwise around the circle. The man to my right is naked and rubbing his cock and balls down with a wet-wipe as he strolls in my direction, a gleam in his eye.

This might simply be too much.

If I’m going to make a break for it, it had better be now, or I could embrace my inner freak and surrender entirely to the joy of the game. 

Do I want to stay or not?

No man, this really isn’t for me.                                                Page 184

Yeah, this is kinda fun!                                                            Page 194

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I flash a wicked, lascivious grin at my companion who returns the same. I hold his gaze as I reach up and unhook my bra, every inch of revealed flesh another opportunity for delight.

He strokes himself in response, tasting me with his eyes, caressing me with his almost-palpable thoughts, the blending of our scents reminiscent of burning cedar.

Caution to the wind? I think. Consider it thrown.

I step forward to meet his advance, wrapping my arms around his beautiful, muscular body, leaning into his hungry kisses. He pulls off my bra and throws it to the floor. My fingers plow through his hair, grab his shoulders, stroke the taut ridge of his spine, my tongue tastes a lingering shade of mint on his breath as he deftly picks me up and takes me down to the mat, brushing my dress aside and laying me out beneath him.

Good lord, I wonder, as he enthusiastically pulls aside my panties and buries his tongue in my moist pussy. Are all swingers this gung-ho to perform oral sex?!

The answer appears to be “yes” as I look around the room to see the majority of partnerships orally engaged, soft moans and passionate commands combined with writhing bodies and seductive glances. The minutes flow together as he squeezes my breasts, pinches my nipples, swings over my body to offer his cock for my mouth, his shudders revealing his appreciation for my tongue.

The bell rings!

“Already?” I ask, laughing as I taste myself on his departing kiss. He smacks my ass as he leaves, his wink implying an open invitation to return for more.

I never even got his name!

Lying on the floor, I raise myself up on one elbow and glance up to see a man of medium build, average body, and non-average cock coming my way with a condom in hand.

Oh goodness, I think, eyes widening. Please give me the strength…

He stretches out next to me casually, as if to join me for a cup of coffee, and begins making small talk!

“Hi there, I’m Trey.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“I’ve not seen you around before,” he says, running his fingers through my hair and leaning in to nibble on my neck.

“I haven’t been around to see,” I reply, trying to maintain my focus as he runs a hand down the length of my body, nails lightly scratching my skin into a mesh of goose flesh. I shiver and gasp, my back naturally arching in response and wonder at how many women these men have done to become so skilled.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he says, fingers pressing into my lower back, a corresponding tingle shooting through my groin and causing me to moan uncontrollably as he licks at the tender flesh bordering the side of my breast, more fingers delicately probing my nether lips, seeking my wetness.

Inspired by his tender and faultless execution, I reach down to stroke his significant manhood, my thumb trailing light circles around the head of his penis. He groans, and I can feel him smile as I cup his balls in my hand and roll the loose flesh between my fingers, pulling and tugging gently.

“May I?” he asks politely, bringing the condom wrapper into view.

“I was hoping you would!” I reply, releasing his package to him for gift wrapping.

Looking around the room, I see couples and threesomes in varying positions…one woman is being fucked by her partner while another woman rides her face ecstatically; two couples seem to have blended into a foursome; another couple is doing it doggie-style, her back arched dramatically, face to the mat while he holds and guides her hips; and another gentleman is eating out one partner while the other sucks his cock noisily.

Trey’s tongue on my clit brings me back to my own body, and I look down to see him grinning up at me devilishly.

“Come and get it,” I say, crooking my fingers to entice him upward.

He raises his chest and slides his body along the length of mine until, reaching below with one hand to direct the action, his wonderful, tantalizing cock begins to fill me. I gasp as every bit of my consciousness is directed to the nerve endings inside my vagina, the stretching of my flesh, the head of his penis as it passes each new quarter-inch of sensation-filled internal wall. I feel the pressure of his girth in all directions…all delicious, blissful directions. His pelvic bone bears down on my clit as his cock reaches full depth, and together we groan to feel the head of his cock pressing against my cervix.

He begins to stroke in and out of me, kissing me lightly, my lips parting and my eyes alternately clenched shut and wide open with wonder and a flood of awareness. I lose track of time, our bodies merging and moving together poetically, our sighs increasing in volume, my arousal deepening and bringing me toward inevitable resolution…

And the bell rings.

“No!” I cry, grabbing him and holding him to me, pouting in a way that I hope is adorable.

“I understand completely,” he says, chuckling, “but rules are rules. That’s the fun of the game!”

I roll around on the floor in a mass of tension and anticipation, full of unresolved fervor as he withdraws with a kiss and steps aside to clean up and get a new condom.

That’s a good idea, I think, and quickly, snag a wet-wipe from a box nearby and run it over my juiciest parts.

“May I help?” asks a silky voice at my side, a hand taking the fabric from mine and gently brushing the folds of my most tender skin.

“Yes, thank you,” I sigh, turning my head toward the man I’d noticed getting his dick sucked during the first round.

“I’ve been itching to get over here all night,” he says, tossing the expired wipe aside and replacing it with his tongue. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment you entered the room.”

“Don’t I taste like antibacterial agent plus aloe?” I snicker.

“Oh, no,” he mumbles into my warm, aching bits, tickling me with his voice. “You taste wonderful.”

He delves into my warmth, clearly relishing the fulfillment of his desires, his tongue, his hands, his lips, even his teeth slowly driving me wild.

“I can’t take much more of this,” I warn breathlessly.

“You want cock, do you?”

“Yes, please!”

“Well,” he says happily, “never keep a woman waiting!”

And he doesn’t. Within a moment, I’m once again full of hard, throbbing maleness, this time with a slight curve that teases me internally and leaves me gasping with surprise.

“That’s right,” he whispers in my ear, “here’s the cock you wanted. Do you like my cock, you dirty little slut?”

“Oh God yes!” I gasp, unexpectedly turned on by his words, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

“You’re a nasty fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? You want every cock in this room, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do…”

“Say it.”

“I want every cock in this room.”

“Oh, you’re such a good little cunt,” he cries, his thrusts lengthening as I squeeze his stiffness with my pelvic muscles, building myself toward climax.

“What an amazing pussy,” he says, “I love the way you’re milking my cock.”

His nasty words burrowing into me is more than I can withstand and I explode into an orgasm, flooding my whole body with tingling warmth and twitching muscles. Triggered by my release, he responds in kind, slamming into my swollen cunt, hands fisted in my hair, body rigid with exertion, groaning into my neck and shoulder with absolute liberation.

And the bell rings.

THE END

Copyright 2010 M. Makael Newby

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Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable including but not limited to: MFM & FMF threesome, MFFM foursome, swinging, orgy, anal sex, age play, role play, bondage, spanking, forced oral, forced orgasm, slapping, verbal humiliation, and F on F strap-on sex.

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