Part 2/2 of BABES IN TOYLAND: THE THROES OF A SEX

 By Emma Morton

"Hello, darling."

He was well-dressed. His style was horsey however casual, sporting jeans and an oversized Gilet. His lack of beauty caused her to be a bit irritated for an unspecified reason. Perhaps it was the whole scenario? "Are you exuberant?" He asked.

They arrived at the home. It was the private manor house that had several expensive cars and fancy number plates. John had supplied the masquerade masks that they needed. He made her aware of the rules in a hurry and, spotting her nervousness and her nervousness, assured her that she was gorgeous.

The hairdresser had her done in the hotel where they were staying the classic bob that was used to mimic power.

A muscular but well-dressed male opened the door of his car. "Welcome I'll get you there and you can take the lady into the room."

Goosebumps erupted on her body as her nipples grew harder. The moment they walked in there was a scent of passion and lavishness that hung in the air. She seemed confident, and felt out from the norm until a hostess walked up to her and requested to pick up her coat.

In the background was a chic satin teal corset, which supported her shaking body. She was wearing a matching G-string to hide the amateur appearance.

They walked in hand-in-hand He was visibly excited by the excitement of what was to be. His cock was pressed against his pants. She was sure she saw some drool seep out of his mouth. "Let's take this on!" he said.

Each room was themed. The first was the bar, which had seating and two barmen with physical strength serving a couple who had taken an the interest of a single, older woman. Her clit throbbed with the prospect of seeing the sexual pleasures that those women had and she was only the voyeur.

She was more concerned about being a disgrace to the women in the club rather than being in a new realm of sexual sexiness.

At that point, John shot up next to her. He put her hair in her ears and said "business sweetheart! Go out and have fun."

Before she could raise a fuss the man was jogging towards an individual and his accomplice who were being slapped by the woman wearing all leather and 6 inches of plastic heels.

She noticed herself in the act of biting her fingernails, and then gave herself a harsh scolding. Unwillingly, she decided to check it out. There was a smooth music in a few rooms, and a kind of hip hop that was lo-fi, certain rooms with more intense music.

All the sexual stories she'd come across

She decided to head upstairs. The door was slightly closed and she opened it slowly. It was light reddish hue. A couple was fiddling in the beds, with the man was stepping in as two women sucked her the tits. The woman was writhing in delight and her whimpering was blocked through the woman who was passionately pulling their tongues into her throat. She remained stuck to the bed.

A blonde, tall woman was swaying toward Amelia in a slow, deliberate intention. Amelia's nipples grew stiffer, as if they'd explode from her expensive Lingerie. The ladies gestured. "And what is it that you are?"

"Uh uh ... Amelia.."

The woman took her finger in the air and then walked her nipples protruding. "Well they look very content to be there. Would you would like to sit with me to have an alcoholic drink?" The blonde woman put her hands down Amelia's arms and gently grabbed her hand and carried her down to the couch.

"Do you like the things you see?" asked the mystery female, looking at the bed's performance. Amelia was hesitantly walking. Her new acquaintance, sensing her to be a fresh piece of meat, settled slowly before her, sitting down, she declared, "It's ok. I'll take charge of your needs."

"Is it acceptable for me to contact your skin?"

Amelia smiled hesitantly. The woman rubbed her fingers across her legs with such a gentleness that it nearly tipped. Everywhere she went, her body was as if it was burning and eager for what was about to happen. She ran her fingers in the underwear that was lacy. She was teasing her, not only wet, but also burning in the inside.

The lady kissed on the inside of her leg, and went to her beautifully groomed lady garden. A finger was placed on the vagina's outside felt how the water was. Then, the finger was pulled away and placed in her mouth. "Hmm... I'm a newbie I'm about to make you cry!"

Amelia's excitement grew when this girl pulled her back on the sofa in velvet and pulled her g-string away. She gently, but firmly licked her lip around, while Amelia yelled to locate the proper location. She put two fingers in her, slowly at first but then becoming faster and faster until she felt she was poised to explode.

With a renewed sense with confidence Amelia took her pissy licker with her hair and began she wiped her wetness from the face. With a passion, she began to kiss her with a firm kiss.

The man whom John was talking about earlier swung his head at the door. "Honey?" he said softly, not wanting interfere with the enjoyment in the bedroom. The girls laughed.

"This is Sam my partner," she said, realizing that they hadn't swapped names.

"I'm Amelia," she exclaimed with a smile.

"Emma We are so glad to see you!" They laughed in unison. Amelia was looking for more. "You must try the girl's sexy". Emma went towards the bed and demanded everyone to leave. They reluctantly agreed and, even though they appeared to be irritated, went out of the bedroom.

"Who are they?" Amelia thought.

Sam was not her typical style. In his 40's, she was not her usual type. He was active but not overly muscular, but she was not there to help him.

Emma quickly threw off the silk-smooth shorts he was wearing , to reveal a big blood-sucking the dick. He was circumcised which she was not accustomed to. Emma led him to the bed, showing who was the boss. The familiar cock was placed within her mouth and held it for a few seconds and then quickly took another's tights and secure his bed.

She was turned into Amelia.

"Sit in front of him" she said.

The wetness was getting back into her pimple. She obliged, climbing slowly onto the four-poster mattress and putting him on her back to look at his eyes.

"No!" Emma said in a stern tone, "turn around". Then she obeyed. Emma as she sat and inspected everything set, walked over to them.

Amelia was standing up with her hands leaned on his chest. Emma was able to climb onto the bed and pulled his cock into her, murmuring a bit. The girl was soaked with power. Sam groaned as she moved her body upwards and downwards, grasping Amelia with her hair and forcing her to kiss her while her companion took a bite and kissed Amelia.

"Oh my god!" she screamed as Emma began to take control of her body.

She could feel the nostrils dipping into her buttocks in most perfect way. Emma took a breath and sucked her titties and flicked her tongue around on her nipples that attracted her to Amelia at first.

"Now it's your time," she said, slowly taking off Sam as if he were an amusement park ride that was there for the pleasure of their guests.

They had changed their positions, and suddenly, they were joined by John just as Amelia was getting close to arriving.

"Get the fuck out!" Emma yelled.

Disgusted and clearly annoyed, John muttered something and left the room. Amelia was a bit ill, however only for a short time as she struggled to keep her climax in the exact moment that Emma had attempted to lick her clit.

An explosion of chemical sprayed her body, and her body shook, and then collapsed over Emma and held her back tightly to ground her. Emma began to wiggle her body and slid off the hurdle which had stopped her from moving.

Then she was back to the cock of her husband and let go of the tie. Amelia continued to come from within and out. In a bid to ward off the feelings of confusion, they went on towards what she thought appeared to be a love scene.

Amelia felt that she wasn't supposed to be in the room. She covered herself with a sheet which was lying on the bed, and then changed into her clothes. Both of them screamed.

"I haven't seen you since last evening," John exclaimed, obviously irritated.

She left the house, slightly shaky and shaking from the incident. What had occurred?

"I'm sorry John I'm sorry, John. I don't know what occurred, but you've left me. Please remember."

"We ought to take a trip," he snorted.

As they walked to take their coats off, Emma rushed a little at a time, with a slight slow pace, and whispered in her the ear of her. "This is my home. You, my dear, are welcome to come back at any day." She handed her business card in she smiled, then disappeared in the space.

John was a rogue and ran towards the door in search of his coat. They didn't talk when they returned towards the hotel.