Room 1 – Laissez Faire

Room 1 – Laissez Faire

Let people do as they please.

The room was black and red, and a woman was naked, stretched and tethered on a St. Andrew’s Cross as a dominatrix worked her slowly with a vibrator, never letting her cum, edging her to tears.

There was a row of comfortable spectator chairs. We didn’t go in, just hovered at the door. Every chair was filled. All of the spectators were watching the domme do her work.

She took a slim paddle and spanked the sub until the woman screamed and sagged sobbing against the restraints.

I drenched your fingers. You didn’t move. The domme knelt and kissed the sub reverently and licked her clit three times like a cat, and the sub came so hard she passed out.

A man wearing a yellow band immediately bent a woman wearing a green band over a chair and loudly fucked her as the other spectators applauded the exhibition and mingled. Some talked about what they intended in the next session.

“Did you like that, baby?” you asked.

I swallowed hard, pulled your hand from me, and dragged you from the door. I pushed against you in the hall and pulled your fingers in my mouth, nodding as my lips stretched around your fingers like they stretched around your cock the night before.

I wanted to see every room. I wanted to get fucked by you watching every fucking thing.

But the second room, Laissez Faire,  made us change to green. 

It was play time. 

There were six women in this room, and no men. There were no spectators.

They were sitting in a circle in kitchen chairs, fully clothed from the waist up, fully naked from the waist down, and they were each masturbating.

I grabbed your dick, which was rock hard, and we entered the room, taking seats on the couch in the corner as they rubbed and fingered and moaned and watched one another fuck themselves.

I stroked you hard through your pants as a blond with a shaved pussy closed her eyes and orgasmed. We watched the thick liquid glisten on her lips as she came, moaning, grabbing her breasts through her top.

I pulled my dress up and dipped my fingers in, aroused by all of the beautiful flesh on display.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” I moaned, watching the women. The blonde who came first was breathing heavily and staring into the eyes of the redhead across from her.

“Cum for me, Evangeline,” you whispered as I locked eyes with a brunette almost my height across the room.

I did, loudly. Loud enough the other women noticed me.

“It’s going to happen,” I panted.

“In my face,” you said, lying flat and moving me like a ragdoll over your body so that I was straddling your face as I flogged my clit hard enough to orgasm again.

It was a back-cracking orgasm.

My hair touched my ankles and I could feel hot liquid squirting onto your face.

“Good girl,” you moaned.

I caught my breath and then leaned down to kiss you and lick the salty evidence of my orgasm from your cheek..

“I missed your mouth, honey,” I said loudly to a suddenly quiet room. “I wonder if anyone here has a better aim?”

We made eye contact and you asked me without words if I was sure. I nodded and kissed you again.

And I slid off as the brunette I was obsessed with came over and offered me a basket. It was a wristband exchange basket.

I traded ours out for green. We kissed like it was the first time we ever kissed, and then I led you to the semicircle of masturbating women.

There was a toy box open next to my chair. I grabbed a rose and wiped it with a sanitizing wipe.

“Can anyone help me squirt in his mouth? I missed it.”

And then I cried out as the rose attachment sucked my clit.

The woman I’d had eyes on stood over you and looked at me as she rubbed her pussy with glistening fingers. She sank to her knees and I gasped as she rubbed her pussy against your chin, crying out at the way the whiskers felt on her clit.

She swore and shuddered as she came, a tiny bit of liquid hitting your bottom lip.

“Oh. I missed it too,” she said.

She joined me, and I kissed her and nuzzled her and slowly undressed her as the blonde and redhead, who I assumed were a lesbian couple, straddled your head, facing each other so you had a pussy nearly on your chin and nearly on your forehead.

They reached between them and kissed passionately as they fingered each other to orgasm. One squirted. One didn’t.

Another brunette, dark, dark eyes, perhaps of Persian descent, stood over you.

“I think I need help here,” she said petulantly.

My beauty, her name was Candace, and I grinned and joined girl No. 4 over you.

We knelt in front of her. Candace licked her clit, and I tongued her asshole until she almost snatched us both bald and screamed. Full-on horror-movie screamed that she was cumming.

Something about how blood-curdling it was made me shiver with new desire. 

Candace and I tried to aim her in your mouth, but she mostly soaked Candace.

No. 4 lowered to the floor next to you, and Candace positioned over her so they could bury their faces in each other’s mounds. .

I had the sex toy on my clit through the entire scene, and watching them 69 next to you with the taste of her clean ass in my mouth took me there.

“Baby!” I moaned, but I wasn’t fast enough. I squirted so hard it was painful, all over your chest.

You rolled me over and buried your face in my pussy, and the second gush threatened to drown you.

No. 5 and 6 used your back as a mattress as you licked me clean. Five and Six rubbing their glistening pussies together, grinding on your skin, touching their skin.

The lesbian couple from earlier joined us all on the floor. One lowered herself on my face while the other picked up the toy I’d had and sucked my juices from it.

We screamed and humped and moaned and edged for what felt like days but was probably minutes. An orgy of pink flesh and labia and the smell of pussy juice overwhelmed my senses and I gasped. I wanted all of us to cum.

“Person closest to his mouth wins,” I said through a mouth full of unshaven pussy.

Candace said it was time. She counted down.

“Three… oh God, two… oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, one… I’m cumming!”

We all released on her throaty moan, and you were flooded in a sea of pussy juice. We all fell back, and I landed on top of you, gasping for breath, exhausted.

“I had only come that hard once before,” I said.

“I remember that night,” you replied. “I came in my pants.”

Two of the other girls moaned.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said.

I reached down and confirmed your rock-hard cock was softening.

I slid my hands down and rubbed my fingers in your cum and then applied your sperm like lip gloss before kissing you. I could taste you. Taste them. Taste women and musk and tangy sex.

We stood up exhausted and smiling, and the room burst into applause. Every exhibition chair was filled as the seven of us fucked over your face.

We made it out of there and went to the locker room to claim the “just-in-case bag,” where I had baby wipes and a spare change of clothes for each of us. We made out languidly as we changed clothes and wiped cum off our bodies.

Your shirt was literally soaked. My dress was still perfect. Latex. Gotta love it. 

You changed shirts, I used wipes to clean my skin and dress, and then we went to order snacks and drinks in the lounge while we looked at the map of rooms.

After all, we had green wristbands now.

And there were 11 other rooms to play in.

You kissed me and murmured that you had a second wind coming in and that you’d like to fuck me over a chair in the first room while we watched beautiful bodies get whipped and tormented.

I kissed you back and murmured, “Best date night ever.”

What do we do next?

(Prologue and check-in are here if you want the non-sex background piece https://bettyconvoitise.blogspot.com/2026/03/prologue.html)