Juicy Journalism 03

Hi, my name is Anabelle Joy. I'm a journalist reporting on anything and everything to do with intimacy and pleasure. Please enjoy the stories about my ventures into the world of temptation and sex parties.

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My next assignment: step into the shoes of a swinger. Not a terribly difficult one. But I'm still anxious despite my previous experiences concerning sex parties. It's because tonight's setting is totally different. The location is at a couple's home. Very personal. Super intimate.

All my fears are put aside when the host and hostess greet me. I'm led to the kitchen where they say, "Take whatever you like. Gin tonic, pornstar martini, whiskey, anything you fancy." The hostess gives me a wink before they leave me. I quickly down two rum and cokes. My lips are tingling. There are butterflies in my stomach. Ever since I've started down this niche branch of journalism there's a prudent yet unquenchable thirst for pleasure simmering inside me. I'm yearning for the party to kick in.

I look around the modern kitchen with high-tech appliances and whisper to myself, "It's lovely in here." What would I do if I had too much money? Also host sex parties or something else?

"Wait until you see the upstairs," says a man that had snuck unnoticed into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a bottle of champagne. "Roof terrace with an excellent view of the city. First class. And a jacuzzi. I've turned it on almost an hour ago. Should be at a reasonable temperature by now. You are?"

"Anabelle," I respond.

"Hi Anabelle, lovely name," he says. "I'm Miles, nice to meet you. Will I see you on the roof shortly?" He smiles and exits without waiting for an answer.

My eyes follow him. That was an interesting man. I feel a strange sensation coursing through my veins.

I leave the kitchen and settle on a couch in a room adjacent the dining hall. The couple sitting next to me continues kissing without pause. The invitation to the roof echoes through my mind. When I stand up again, I feel already a little bit tipsy. As I reach the stairs and grab the railing firmly, I glance back and see that the couple has found a new partner each to part lips and share tongue with.

A man rounds the corner and almost bumps into me. It's Miles. With another bottle of champagne. He asks if I was going up or down. I want to say to him I'm willing to go down but instead I just say I was going up. He goes before me. We walk through a beautiful bedroom, with an en suite and an immense glass sliding window up to the roof terrace. It offers a nice view of the surrounding city.

"Nice view, right?" Miles states. He walks to the jacuzzi and dips a hand in the water, a satisfied look on his face. He smiles at me and I feel the butterflies in my stomach buffeting up a whirlwind. "You can undress in the en suite if you like. There's towels there too. I'll be waiting here," he says and pulls his shirt over his head. I turn around before he drops his trousers.

"Eyes closed," I say when I return with a towel around my torso. I drop it but Miles keeps his eyes on me. They scan up and down my body, a twinkle in his eye. He takes in my naked breasts, the imprint of my already wet pussy in my thong. Such a rogue, going against my wish. I lower myself in the hot water.

The foam covers my breasts as I sit down. Mmmh, this feels nice.

Miles lifts up foam with both his hands and blows it all towards me. I tease him back in the same way. Then I ask him if he comes here often.

"Sometimes," he says, "even if it's just for the view. But tonight it's exceptionally gorgeous." He has a naughty look and scoots a little closer. What a charmer.

I feel his legs touch mine. I read from his eyes and breath that he's aroused. So I lower, slowly, my hand under water on his upper leg. Is he wearing something? I slide up. Oh, whoa, that's a hard no. He's up and ready. Carefully I wrap my fingers around his shaft and move it up and down. He moans.

He plucks at my thong. I lift my hips and he pulls it off. The hot water against my clitoris feels delightful. I grab his hand and guide it to my hottest spot. He caresses my pussy softly.

"More?" he asks.

I nod. I feel light in the head when his fingers enter me. His thumb massages my clit. Not too hard, not too soft. He knows what he's doing. I shudder under his touch. I want to feel him inside me.

Then the window slides open and another couple steps onto the roof. The man undresses and gets in the hot water. The woman was already naked and lowers her fit body until her perky breasts are barely submerged.

Miles keeps fingering me. A moan escapes my mouth. The couple doesn't react. Miles pushes himself closer and grabs at my breasts, twisting my hard nipple between two fingers. He bends over and licks the foam from my breasts while his other hand fingers me.

From the corner of my eye I notice the other couple switching position. The man is sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, his body steaming in the night's air. The woman settles between his legs and takes his hard cock in her mouth. As her head starts bobbing up and down, Miles takes my chin and turns my head, kissing me full on the lips.

"Let's go," he says.

With a towel around me, I follow Miles inside. On the bed, the host is fucking a pretty redhead while his wife, the hostess, climbs on top of a muscled, middle-aged man and starts riding him. Miles pulls me along to another bedroom. This one is smaller but more cozy. It smells lovely, expensive candles filling the space with hints of lavender and sandalwood. In the middle there's... a sex swing.

I drop the towel and kiss Miles passionately. I reach down and am surprised by the size of his cock, it seems larger than it was in the jacuzzi. I don't mind at all. He lifts me up and positions me in the swing. The fabric feels soft and comfortable against my skin. I bend my knees and angle my hips.

"Fuck, Anabelle." With his mouth agape, Miles stares at my spread pussy. He strokes his cock slowly. "I'll tie you up, okay?"

I nod, my breath shallow and my pussy pulsating. My wrists and ankles are tied up with thin straps of soft silk. I'm helpless, unable to move, yearning for him to fill me up. I feel the electricity coursing through my body.

Miles looks self-controlled. He gives the swing a shove and I rock back and forth. I watch his cock, pointing straight between my spread legs. Each time I move towards it, the desire grows. He drives me crazy. At the point of going mad, he grabs my thighs and his cockhead slips into my entrance. He holds the swing steady, only fucking me with his tip. But it already feels incredible. Then he pushes me back and lets the swing's pendulous momentum drive his cock deeper inside my pussy. In and out. In. Out.

My hands are tied but I pull against the bonds, wanting to rub my clitoris. And I can't keep quiet. I moan out my pleasure. Each time he slides deep inside me I get louder and louder. Then he stops the swing again and grabs my hips. With a solid push he embeds himself entirely and I'm completely filled, breathing heavily. I throw my head forward and groan in his ear.

Fuck, this is amazing!

I feel my orgasm coming. I'm gushing around his cock. With my own juices Miles massages my clit. Ecstasy courses through my veins. And I climax hard as his cock continues going in and out my soaking wet pussy. I look at Miles with burning eyes and mouth something at him. His eyes light up.

He says, "Let's flip you around so I can fuck your ass."

There's nothing I want more.

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