My Modest Beginnings | Anonymous Sex Event – Caroline’s Secret Hideaway

I was never quite sure how everything would go. But nervousness, of itself, is its own thrill. With the glow from the streetlights outside casting across the large open room of the Hideaway I wanted to make sure that, no matter what came my way, I’d be ready.

Caroline’s secret place has no address on the door, there’s no tp you can take to get you there directly. But what that means of course is that you’re coming here, to us, with a very singular purpose. You want the thrill of being anonymous. You want to have a stranger slowly peel your panties down from your hips, roll them off your legs and away without knowing their name, or anything else other than their want for you right now. You want a woman you may never find again undoing the button of your pants as she drops to her knees, looking up into your eyes through a mask. And you want it to happen all around you, too. To join in where you can, and to explore everything you might possibly want without judgment or fear. I lit the candles on the table for my first day on the job, found myself a comfortable place by the window, and waited to see who might come wandering in on my first day of work.

It wasn’t very long before a young woman knocked on our door. She was slight but even in her long bulky coat, the curve of her breasts was breathtaking. When she turned around to hang it up, I felt my throat go quite dry. Underneath all she was wearing was a lacy black bra, the cool air in the room and maybe her own thoughts driving her nipples up against the fabric, a pair of thong panties hugging her hips along with her heels. She certainly had come prepared, and there was a rush of color in her cheeks as she found herself a seat on the couch nearby.

I wasn’t sure at the time exactly what my role was. How do you host an orgy? Are you just providing refreshments? Light conversation? Her voice was husky, musical, and she seemed just a little breathless as we sat across from one another, with me trying to remember I needed to be a host and not a participant at all. We had a second visitor arrive quite quickly thereafter. A broad-shouldered well-built man in a well-pressed shirt, jeans, and already a gleam in his eye under his rainbow-tinted mask. He knew exactly what he was looking for, even if he didn’t know exactly who, and he made his way quickly over to the couch where the young woman in lingerie was. She was already quite comfortable there, and I could tell by how she sat, the lazy opening and closing of her thighs and the darkening of the cleft of her thong as she talked, that she was already thinking of what might come next.

I didn’t want to get in the way. While it’s fine to be the life of the party (and I do love being so) No one wants to be an attention hog at an orgy you’re hosting. You’re really only supposed to be providing refreshments and quick wit to keep the conversation lubricated. At least, so I thought. It would just be terribly self-serving and a little off. The woman who had arrived though could have all the attention she possibly could want and did. It wasn’t very long until the man beside her had unhooked her bra and tossed it beside the couch, and while I had already found myself getting quite hard from the second she had walked into the room, it was aching torture to watch as she helped him undress, and led him to the other room.

I poured myself some coffee and watched the light play across the room while the sun was slowly rising behind me. From the other room, I could hear that unmistakable sound of her taking him into her mouth, and he was clearly enjoying it. The room was still enough, and I was quiet enough, of course, to hear her slurp at his cock, and from where I sat, I couldn’t see much more than the shadow of her head bobbing over him on the bed. The outline of her shape against the wall, the curve of her breasts in shadow was enough to have me throbbing even more. But maybe someone else would come in? Who would be here to welcome them if I was in the other room, my cock waiting beside her so she could move from sucking on him to me if she wanted? What kind of welcoming host would I be if I was otherwise preoccupied? In the end, I slid my hand down along the length of myself through my slacks to relieve just a little bit of the mounting pressure there and behaved as best as I was able. Given the circumstances, you can see it took quite a lot of effort, and I feel I should get some credit for that at least.

It wasn’t very long before I could hear her muffled moans around his cock from the open doorway as she got more and more excited, not just from the way he was pushing his way into her mouth, but also (so I hoped, anyway) from knowing the two of them had a very attentive audience, hanging off of every sound. It wasn’t very long after that that I heard him pull out of her mouth, and the cry she let out moments later was all I needed to know about him sliding into her, and how eager she was to have him do it. It was a very short time after that that I somehow found myself in the doorway of the room, my cock already in hand, leaning against the wall to watch them both, my hips grinding out to the air. Anyone shows up, they’ll ring the bell. I thought. I promise I’ll go greet them then. I swear.

She was watching me from the bed as he took her from behind. Every so often her eyes would squeeze shut from the pleasure of him thick and hard inside her, driving into her while he gripped her hips, but when she opened them again after crying out she was watching me, and even while panting she was starting to smile. It was already almost too much, but then she shifted her balance on the bed, raised a handout, crooked a finger, and beckoned for me to come closer. On her hands and knees, her gorgeous breasts shaken with every thrust from behind, nipples fully erect and that eager smile on those full lips she wanted me to join in. Who could possibly refuse?

There was a brief moment where we made eye contact before her lips were taking the tip of me in. A flick of her tongue around the swell of it. But then the man behind her thrust, hard, and all of a sudden my cock was at the back of her throat, and I could feel the moan she gave out thrum all the way up my spine. All I could do to keep control, to keep from going over the edge right away was to try and listen underneath his harsh grunts and her muffled moans for any incoming visitors. Like trying to think of baseball, only much harder. I tried to shift back, to let her breathe but she grabbed onto my hip and pulled me to her mouth even harder, and I forgot about listening for the door entirely for a while.

Who knows how long a moment like this goes on? It feels like forever, it can only be a few minutes, maybe longer if you’re lucky. The stranger behind her drove her onto my cock, and every so often I would thrust back to her mouth, making her shift her hips back to take him into her deeper from behind. When we all decided to change places, as I was angling myself down to slip into her from behind I saw the spreading puddle beneath her hips and knew she had been absolutely dripping from what being with two men like this was doing for her. I could only hope she was wearing a Lovense on the other side of her screen, the toy vibrating with every push from us here in the world. The thought of it was almost too much as I slid into her wet folds, feeling her grip me, her muscles tensing around my cock and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and hearing her moans rise in pitch, and the shallow breathing of my unknown counterpart told me I probably wasn’t alone.

But there was one more thing she wanted to try. She pulled off from his cock long enough to tell us, in a very ragged and eager tone, that she wanted to feel us both inside her, slipping off of me to turn that sparkling gaze on me as well, her eyes glittering with want and lust. She angled herself a little lower on the bed, raising her ass even higher into the air, and practically dared one of us to slide beneath her. The other man in the mask happily obliged, and I found myself applying a little lube as she drove down onto him with a satisfied moan, lifting up just a little to allow me to push, very, very slowly at first, into her ass.

None of us were going to last more than a few minutes. We’d already been driving each other absolutely beyond control for some time (an hour? only ten minutes? can you really put time on pleasure?). But it was when she screamed that she wanted us to fill her up at the same time, demanding it, shouting it in a voice that was already getting hoarse from crying out that I knew the edge was almost on us. All it took was feeling the man below her tremble inside her sex, feeling it through her ass, the way he was a breath away from cumming deep inside her to send me over me. My shouts wove in and around his deeper bass gasps, and over us both, she sang a long loud melody as she spasmed against us again and again and again.

She lay between us for a while as we all recovered, spooned perfectly between his larger, more muscular frame and my lithe dancer’s body. I could feel her breath against the back of my neck, and almost fell asleep when I heard the sound of the door opening. The woman with the sparkling eyes and husky, sultry voice got up, picked up her lingerie and tucked it into the pocket of her long coat, and left just as I heard another woman’s voice say hello. I could only imagine what her driver would know when she finally took her mask off, riding naked beneath that coat, maybe a little sore perhaps, but smiling after this unexpected rendezvous with two strangers. I looked across the bed to my counterpart, hoping he might be able to come back with me to the living room to help greet our newest guest, but he was already asleep, a smile on his lips and the wetness of the woman we had shared time with glistening against his rather large tumescent cock. Oh well. At least there was some coffee to help bring me around.

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(To be continued…as there’s always (it seems) a wonderful tale being told through our weekend events at the Hideaway. I hope you’ll follow me on this adventure, but I hope you’ll join me in it as well – Every Saturday in the witching hour of 1 AM SLT we are making a little magic at Caroline’s Secret Hideaway. Why not put on your mask and meet us there?)

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