Orgy

Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to the latest episode of Choose, the podcast where you get to choose what happens next. We only have two episodes left to go, including this one, and this week's choice was unbelievably fun. Do you take part in an orgy or do you move on? Well, I think we all know how that question was going to be answered and special thanks to our author Cassie Alexander, who is the one who wrote this choice for us in her book The House. So sit back, close your eyes, and enjoy the delicious choice you made in this week's episode of Choose. The night's not over, not yet. You look at the open door of the elevator one last time and then turn your back on it, and a girl catches your eye with a smile. A minute ago, she was probably holding a Greek amphora, but now she's naked except for bracelets on her ankles and wrists and a matching collar around her neck. You smile back and start to walk over to her as satan Aunt swoops in and picks her up. She laughs, and he laughs, and then you feel dismayed until she reaches out for you, one of her bracelets spinning on her wrist. You run to catch up with her, with both of them, stepping up into the painting, feeling the material of its construction, give a little underneath your feet, like painted rubber. She leans down from his arms to kiss you, and you kiss her back hard, making both of them sway. You didn't mean to do that, to be so rough, but suddenly you're filled with need. You need to drain the dregs of your night here, and you know you don't want to be alone. She surprises you, kissing you back just as fiercely, almost falling out of the man's arms. You run your hands up through her hair and pull your head back, looking up at him looking on, and it feels completely natural to kiss him too, so you lean up on your tiptoes to do so. The woman he's holding nuzzles against your exposed neck, and from behind and all around you you can hear people joining small cries of pleasure, louder moans, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. He sinks with her, and you sink with him, and together you're all on one of the hillsides that wasn't really a hill after all. You kiss down his neck as your hands trail on her, and her hands are tugging his satyr costume down, and his hands are pushing your robe off. She spins and kisses your nearest breast while he rises to free himself from the suit's shaggy fur and kicks it aside. You unloop your rope's belt to let it fall open, and it flutters to the ground. The woman's hand finds your knee and begins to rise as your hand reaches for his cock over her, and he's pressing fingers into your mouth and taking your spit to use on her her pussy. Everything from your past that you brought with you somehow through the entire course of the house in this extraordinary night falls away. There's nothing left except touching and pleasure. Finding her mouth with yours while he touches her there as your hand slides over his cock, and her hands are on your breast and in your hair. You kiss her as he makes her moan, and then you rise up to lean over him to take his cock into your mouth and feel him shake with need. A hand falls on your back, you're not sure who's, and slides down and parts your folds to find your clit. You rise up and look over your shoulder, and it's a woman you haven't met yet. She smiles shyly at you, and you give her a much more brave grin before leaning back into her and sucking cock again. The woman you're leaning over writhes in time with his hand playing inside her. You pull back and look up and see him staring down, and you know that you're ready for more than Her mouth finds your breast and pins you there with pleasure. He rocks back from both of you and moves down the hillside, spreading her legs apart with his, and then he takes you back from the woman who's been touching you, positioning you to straddle over the woman with her collar and bracelets. Her mouth is below yours, and you already know how sweet it is to kiss it, so you do, her tongue pressing in your breast's dangling down, rubbing against her own as she starts to move underneath you. As he fucks her, you moan as she does, hungry and heated, and then feel him moved behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you onto his cock. Next, you cry out and pleased surprise at feeling him fill you as the woman below You's hand reaches up to rub your clit. He takes you for three five ten strokes, thrusting so slowly you can feel every inch of his head and shaft, and then pulls out to fuck her again. You moan, panting above her trapped between them, and bend over to take and kiss her breast. There are sounds beside you now. The woman who touched you earlier is moaning as a man kneels taking her from behind. Another man has slid himself between her legs and is eating her out while she gets fucked, and she has one hand on his cock like she's trying to hang on. Her voice is rising as she's ridden, and you can tell she's getting close. Fingers reach up and inside of you, calling your attention back. Just as the satyr's cockslides. In again, You moan, stretched anew, arching back into him, needing it more than you've ever needed it before. He holds onto your shoulders, pulling himself deep, and you look back, able to see the entire countryside filled with throbbing groups of people tangled in one another, voices beginning to take on urgent tones. This time, when he pulls out, it's not enough you lean down and kiss the woman you're over, but crawl to one side. You need to be fucked immediately in a primal way. You lay on the hillside, panting with need, one hand on the slick space between your legs. When the orgasm of the woman who is touching. You breaks through. Her voice echoes over the hill, moans, vibrating up into a shout until she's crouched over the man who is eating her pussy, gasping for air. He comes out from underneath. Her, kisses her hard, and she kisses him back, and then he looks over you. If he was anything before all this and a painting, it was a Greek god and his erect cock does his divinity justice. You reach a hand out towards him, just as the woman did to you, your key dangling down, and he crawls the short distance over to you like an obedient beast. He doesn't ask because he knows he doesn't need to. He lays beside you, takes your jaw in his hand and pulls your head back to kiss you, lips. Wet from the other woman. Then he grabs your hips and pulls them back onto his his chest, to your back. He takes your leg and slings it over his and air enters your pussy from behind in one smooth motion. The cock that was almost being wasted earlier now fills you completely up. You moan, and he growls in your ear and starts thrusting with purpose, pulling her hair away from your neck so that he can bite where it meets her shoulder, his hands helping to slide you on and off of him. This is how you needed to be fucked. This was what you were missing earlier. Well, you may have been missing for your whole life. No bullshit, no baggage, just unabashed need met with need. You spread your legs wider so that you can touch yourself. As he speeds up. Another woman steps into the portrait you're being fucked in, a dancing girl with dark skin with gold jingling coins strapped around her waist and strung from clamps between her nipples. They make her chime as she walks up to you, kneels down and puts her tongue where your hand is to start lapping at your clip. You moan, helplessly, pinned by the adonnas cock in the ministrations of her mouth. Her perfectly curved ass is too far away for you to grab or smack, but the chain dangling between her nipples is in reach. You take it and tug on it gently, and she groans while eating you. A man who'd been dressed as a soldier earlier nears. There's a sword still slung at his naked hip, which matches the cock hanging between his legs. At seeing the three of you, he reaches for himself. You get the feeling he's already spent himself once, but at the sight of the dancing girl's perfect ass, he wants to go again. He kneels, taking her ass with both hands, and spreads her wide before pressing his mouth into her. You don't know where his tu is going, but you can feel her shiver with pleasure against her klit and when he next rises up, his cock is hard. He slides into her, and. You pull on her chain, and again she moans, trapped between the two of you. From beside you, the braceleted woman's voice rises, as does the satyr still fucking her, her begging him to go faster and faster, please, oh please, and him grunting with each thrust as his hips and cock obey, hearing their need the sound of them unable to get enough, and the feel of tongue against your clit, and the friction of the nameless cock thrusting inside of you. You feel the kindling of your orgasms start to ignite, and with the soldier's thrusts pushing the dancing girl's tongue harder against you, and the Adonnas's cock ramming home, it would be so easy to come now, but you don't want to. You don't want to give up the night just yet. The Adonnas shudders, his hips arcing up into you, his cock stiff and his voice raw as he growls three times, shoving his load deep inside you. Your hand tightens on the dancing girl's chain until she stops, and then you free yourself of him in her, and look down and out at the room's. Ecstatically fucking occupants. You rise up on your knees and cut your own breasts in each hand, pinching your own nipples, key datingling from your wrist, and you demand more. The occupants of the house of bathe their mistress, and you are descended upon. Men and women come standing and kneeling, kissing and stroking, and you cannot keep track of who is touching you, nor do you want to anymore. You reach out with one hand and feel someone trail it down their stomach before sliding it into their pussy. As another person's hand slides into yours, a man kisses you, pressing you back into the flesh that you asked for. You're back leaning into another man's legs, his cock conveniently at mouth height. You suck on him while someone dives down to suck at you, And then you feel wet fingers slide into your ass, and the smooth hair of a woman waves across your chest as she bites your nipple while another woman sucks your ear lobe. You're pulled, probed, kissed, sucked, searched. Your hands find mouths and necks and breasts and cocks, and your mouth is filled with ever changing delight, the warm heads of hot cocks and the sweet tang of soft pussy. This is what it means to be mistress of the house, to give yourself over to it appreciatively, and to try and give as good as you get in return. You could do this, stay in this space where everything is happening, even as everything is still possible, for hours, but the crowd parts, and anew Adonis is revealed, just as strong as the last, with dark curly hair and bright blue eyes, and his cock is ready for you. He lays down on the hillside, and as if by cosmic consent, the people that you're with guide you to his prone form and mount You astride him, facing out at the rest of the museum. You pant over him, suddenly unaccustomed to just being in your own skin without the warmth of others, And then you reach between your legs and settle him into the space where so many others have been before tonight. And yet still not enough. He grunts and thrusts his hips up, riding his cock deep into you, and you're facing downhill, so you're angled into his thrusts. Then the woman with the bracelets is at your side, kissing you and your breasts tom urging you to come. And then the dancing woman with a dark. Hair is there too, and her hand is on your clit, and other mouths are on your shoulders, and strange hands flow up your scalp and into your hair. You realize your orgasm isn't in your own hands anymore, It's in theirs, and you can feel it, filling you up like bright white electricity, hands and mouths and pushing and thrusts and strokes and teeth and pushing and cock and thrusts and lips and more more more. There's no way not to shout at the top of your lungs as you come, your wild voice joining the others all around you. You thrash with the force of it, your stomach going tight, and they catch you. As the manned underneath you fucks himself home, his shout just as loud as yours. You spasm helplessly, your whole body shaking with the force of your orgasm like you were chest lightning struck. When the man's orgasm is finished with you, the women carefully help you lay down onto the man's broad chest. You feel, in a very real way, like you've just been reborn, covered in heat, and having screamed so loud that your throat hurts. You slide off the man and his magnificent cock to lay, sweaty and spent by his side, and he spoons you chastily, his breath rough in your ear, stroking one hand through your hair. Across the room, other people continue to fuck, but you honestly don't know if you could manage it again. You turn and look up at him, and he at you, and he leans down as if to kiss you, and you close your eyes, and then the sound of a chime interrupts him. You can't help but count it, and when it strikes seven times, you have a sinking feeling, you know what it means. The man over you pulls his head up and smiles down at you, but shakes his head softly, and you nod. Your magical night here. As the mistress of the house is through. Across the room, people groan and disengage. Groups of six people become five, become two. As everyone gathers up their belongings, scarves, urns, and swords and makes their way out, the women who were with you wave before trotting down the hill, and the satyr who first fucked you gives you a grinning bow. The man you are last with stands to collect your robe and holds it out for you. You reluctantly stand and let him help you put it on. He kisses you on the cheek, takes a step back, and then walks down the hill. You don't want to be the last person out, but you feel like you should be. This was your house, It is your right, and so you wait until everyone else leaves and the elevator returns empty. You step inside of it and the doors close. You don't even have to use your key. The elevator seems slower, or maybe that's just your imagination. Hoping, you lean against one wood paneled wall, stroking your fingers down the rope's wide lapel, your other hand in a pocket, key heavy in your hand. There's another bathroom, and another shower, and yet another rope. As the water runs, your real life's never seemed further away, and you can't begin to imagine going back to it again. A part of your brain is scheming, how can you manage to stay here? Bribery, trickery. The elevator door opens, revealing a short haul, all done in white and black. Statues of marble and onyx rest on pedestals of the same, A top black and white checker style tiles. A white ceiling hangs over the walls, paneled in black. Into your right, there's a very bright white door. You don't want to go just yet, even though you know you must. You pause, and while you pause, you look to your life, where you can see the faint outline of a black door and its keyhole flush with a black paneled wall. 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