Prequel to Darkest Desires
Elise’s Advent Challenges — Part One
Challenge One
By Kate Pasithea — with Vlad Lioncourt
In this prequel to Darkest Desires (order here), Kane challenges Elise to complete four challenges, each on an Advent weekend. Will she complete them successfully? And what forfeits await if she does not?
There’s this guy I’ve been chatting with on Twitter for a while now, Kane. He is definitely a real-life Dom; his whole personality oozes it — not the usual Twitter-dom rubbish of a man who gets off on simply giving orders for his own gratification. He seems genuinely interested in what makes me tick.
Lately, we have been playing a little in DMs. Word exchanges designed to accompany masturbation (though I’m never quite sure if he is actually indulging himself at the time, even though he demands to know whether I am, and I almost always am). These exchanges are mostly set against a temporary backdrop of power exchange with his virtual voice telling me what to do, when I may cum and, sometimes, to even to pinch a little too hard or spank myself. I suspect that I would break my rule of not meeting followers if he asked.
He pointed out that this upcoming weekend is first advent and slyly asked if I would like to fulfil some advent challenges. He made it clear that these would be sexual in nature and would be scenes to enact either solo or at my local swingers’ club. I had to admit that the very idea got me wet and so I readily agreed to his terms, as he knew I would
It was almost time for the first challenge to land in my DMs and the anticipation had me idly strumming my clit while I waited. Bang on time at half-past five the DM landed and I eagerly opened it to read the challenge.
“Last week you described in considerable detail how you managed to cum eight times in one session at your swinger’s club. The variety of techniques those men and women used on you were very impressive indeed. Elise, it is time to flip the script. Your task is to return to the club and make eight different men and/or women cum, without repeating a technique or using the same type of implement. After the eighth, you will return home without having had an orgasm yourself. Whether or not you receive permission to do so will be depend on how well you performed, and how well you describe it to me.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I read Kane’s challenge. Over the time of our acquaintance, he has always struggled to comprehend my seemingly insatiable capacity for orgasms. What seemed like a huge number to him was actually a quiet night at Eros. Still, the challenge in his message was clear.
His DM was not a comment on my orgasmic capabilities; it was a challenge to give without receiving, and he knew damn well that that would be quite a challenge for me. In my experience, it is rare to find a playmate in the club setting who is happy to take pleasure without reciprocation in some form. The more selfish of men would move to penetrative sex, but most would use fingers and mouth before the fucking happened.
I could see that this was going to require both planning and self-control. Self-control being something I struggled with in respect to orgasms. I am what is known in the scene as a ‘greedy girl’; never seeming to tire of the assault of pleasure exacted by each orgasm and revelling in the different sensations and levels of pleasure caused by the variety of partners I take.
Then it came to me — Kane hadn’t specified that the challenge must be fulfilled on Advent Sunday, only on Advent Weekend. No single men were allowed into the club on a Saturday evening, meaning that there would be a female bias, with mainly couples in attendance. Playing with couples seemed the logical way to approach this challenge. Hopefully, the distraction of each other would cover the fact that I am not seeking my own pleasure.
Saturday came quickly and I made myself ready for the evening’s events. The first part of my preparation was to make sure that I didn’t arrive horny. My trusted g-spot vibrator was fully charged and waiting. I pulled up a recent DM sex scene I’d had with one of my followers and began reliving the scene we had set together.
I started slowly with my fingers circling my clit, but the pace increased in parallel with the demands of my libido. Soon the arousal built and the toy was pressed hard against the bundle of nerves as I panted and moaned through my first orgasm. Tablet and text cast aside, the scene now continued purely in my imagination as faceless men used skilled fingers and tongues to bring me to climax. The thrumming vibrator alternated between being buried deep inside me and being pressed against my sensitive bud.
Half an hour later, the thick towel under my backside and my skin were both soaked with sweat and cum. The time on my tablet indicated that I needed to move and put the next part of the plan into action.
I indulged in a quick shower feeling luxuriously sated — a sensation I knew wouldn’t last long once I arrived at my destination.
A short time later, I was driving to Eros, the swingers’ club I frequent, wearing a black chemise hidden under my street clothes. My blood pressure was definitely higher than normal…in fact I could feel my heart thumping in anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a challenge.
Once inside Eros, I was glad to see it was a busy night. Finding four couples would not be a challenge — I just hoped that they were in the mood for gratification over conversation. I knew that by the time I was finished with the first couple, I would be horny and needy again and my true challenge would start. With a smirk I realized just how much of a sadist Kane was.
I got chatting to a couple as I stowed my street clothes in a locker. It was obvious that they were interested, and although they were some years younger than me, they didn’t have the vibe of a couple that were new to the swinging scene, so I made a move.
“Do you fancy getting a room and kicking the evening off to a good start?”
The young man introduced himself as Jack and grinned at his lady, “Hell yes! I was hoping to see Laura with another woman tonight.”
Laura smiled up at him, “You, sir, are a perv!”
The man in question leered comically, “Too right, darlin’. But can you blame me when you look like that?”
Laura blushed prettily, giggling at his silliness as he squeezed her shapely arse. She was petite in height, but sported generous curves, topped with stunning eyes and straight, dark hair.
“I have to say, Laura, I don’t blame him one bit for perving.” I winked at her and offered a disarming smile. She flushed again and nodded. Taking my cue, I led the way to a room I had spotted as I had approached the changing room earlier. I hoped it would still be free.
The room was, amazingly, still vacant, though it quickly became obvious why — the lock was defective. After a quick discussion, it was decided that we would hang the towel to show the room was occupied and if someone decided to investigate, well the more the merrier!
As I knew Jack wanted to watch Laura with me, I made a beeline for the short brunette and began to kiss her deeply. She responded to my kisses with heat and so I let my hands wander and convey my intent. I cupped and kneaded her breasts through the lace of her bra, flicking the hardened nipples frequently when I heard her gasp.
Jack came behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. He was naked and his erection was nestled between his stomach and my back. My pussy throbbed, letting me know that she was hungry for what he offered, but I knew I needed to resist.
“Why don’t you get comfortable while I see if I can make Laura scream for me?”
Once Jack was settled, I encouraged Laura to lie back on the bed. I had noted that her breasts were incredibly sensitive, so my first plan of action was to see if I could make her cum from breast play alone.
I took my time sucking, licking, nibbling and flicking the protruding nubs, varying the intensity until she was writhing underneath me and pushing her hips up in demand. I wedged my leg between her thighs and pressed against her soaking pussy. She needed no further invitation and rode my thigh until she suddenly arched with a sharp cry and collapsed shaking.
I glanced over at Jack who had his cock in a firm grip. His mouth hung open and he was breathing hard. A drop of precum glistened at his slit and I grinned over at him.
“Have you ever had your balls sucked while fucking?”
He shook his head mutely.
“Come here then.”
I helped Laura up onto all fours and arranged myself underneath her as if we were going to sixty-nine. Jack quickly got the idea and sheathed his weeping cock in a condom. He positioned himself behind his lady, setting his knees carefully either side of my head. I waited for him to begin to build a rhythm before I propped myself up on my elbows and began to nuzzle at his swinging ball sac.
“Nnnnghrrr”
Jack paused a moment and I took the opportunity to wrap my lips around one of the now still orbs.
“Jesus-fuck!”
Jack grabbed Laura’s hips hard and began to fuck her with abandon. Using my hand and mouth, I laved attention on his balls, not pausing when he slammed into his girlfriend and stiffened, his cock pulsing and thighs shaking. The groan that escaped him as I suckled on his twitching bollocks sounded like it had been torn from the bottom of his soul.
I left them panting and recovering as I went in search of the next couple.
I found them reclining on the upper platform bed in the cinema. As they were watching the on-screen action, she was idly stroking his cock, while his fingers worked between her thighs.
“Mind if I join you?”
Their vocal cords seemed to not be working, but they did manage to nod their consent.
Not many minutes later, I found myself reclining on the pleather covered, padded platform as she rode my face and soaked me with her juices. Meanwhile, he was knelt to my right allowing me to jerk him off. It wasn’t long before she collapsed forward onto her hands and he began to groan as he coated her back and my hands in his release.
I excused myself to go get cleaned up. As I exited the darkened room, I noticed we had attracted a small audience. I smiled to myself, knowing that the soundtrack from the eighty's porno would soon be drowned out by the sounds of copulation our show had inspired.
After a visit to the bathroom, I moved on to the orgy room, where Number Five enjoyed my mouth and throat while his other half watched and fingered herself until he withdrew to ejaculate across my neck and chin. As his cum dripped onto my décolletage, she declined my offer to finish her off, stating that being straight, she prefers hetero partner swap.
“Too bad,” I said with a wink as I used the proffered towel to wipe semen off my skin, “a woman knows exactly how to touch a woman.” But ‘no’ means ‘no’, so I left them with well-wishes for an enjoyable night.
Next, I decided to take a little break in the jacuzzi. When I hung my chemise and towel on the hooks provided, I saw that there were two couples and a woman already enjoying the hot bubbles. My arrival made up the six that was the capacity of the hot tub. We relaxed in the warm water and chatted for a little while.
Pretty soon, the dark-skinned couple were enjoying the attention of the other single lady and my focus shifted to the older of the two couples. Bob and Jayne were in their early fifties and clearly devoted to each other. They told me that they were staying over at the club’s B&B facilities.
“We do love a dirty weekend away now and then, don’t we Bob?”
Bob grinned, “Indeed we do, Jayne”
“So, you get dirty, then hop in the jacuzzi to clean up?” I teased.
“I wouldn’t mind getting dirty with you, dear.” Bob smiled, eyes firmly on my boobs that were buoyant in the moving water. “May I say what fantastic tits you’ve got there. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”
Jayne glanced over and nodded. “Lovely! They look very squeezable. Of course, you know, he’s just trying to get an invitation to play with them.”
Bob shrugged with a side smile that clearly expressed, ‘can you blame a guy for trying?’
Jayne laughed as I grabbed Bob’s hand and placed it on my breast. “Feel free.”
The next ten minutes or so were spent enjoying Bob’s attention to my breasts and nipples while I made out with Jayne. As my hands wandered over her body, I noticed that she wasn’t far away from one of the jets that were embedded in the seat. I pulled her fractionally closer under the premise of being able to play with her soft lips until she was directly over the jet that would shortly spark back into life.
My fingers were deep inside her when it activated and I felt her tight walls pulse around me as the cool air of the jet hit her clit. She clung to both Bob and me as the waves increased until finally the jet died down again and she sat there panting.
While she recovered, I slipped under the water and pressed my tits around Bob’s erection. The older man stiffened in surprise, then fondled my hair as he thrust a couple of times. When I came up gasping for air, he moved with me. He lifted me to sit on the side of the tub, so that his cock was resting against my left boob. I mashed the soft mounds around him once more and he caressed my shoulders as he fucked the tunnel my breasts made for him.
He gripped my shoulders and shuddered as he came. His penis ejected a small squirt of cum, then leaked gently as it twitched. He bent to kiss me sweetly before I wished them both a naughty and safe weekend.
That made seven different orgasms administered and my body was beginning to get loud in its demands for my own pleasure. A glance at the clock in the bar, as I grabbed a glass of soda, indicated that I had been here for around two hours. It was almost half past nine, and I was hoping to be home by ten to relay everything to Kane and reap my reward.
That’s when I spotted Evan, the doorman, on his break. My pussy clenched at the sight of his hands as he chatted with the hostess. Evan was most wonderfully skilled with his fingers and had left me soaked with jellified legs on several occasions. He spotted me and walked over.
“Hey Elise.” He greeted me with a soft kiss. “I missed you on the way in. Must’ve been when I was dealing with an issue earlier.”
“Hi Evan. I did wonder where you were.”
He stroked over the bulge in his jeans. “I’m on my break if you want it make it up to me.”
My body responded to the invitation before my brain could warn me of Kane’s challenge. Evan pulled me into a nearby alcove that was almost as private as the playrooms, then dropped the curtain into place behind us. His fingers found me wet and swollen as he feasted on my neck — he was well aware that neck kisses are a huge trigger for me and had used it many times to his advantage. The pleasure coursed through me a few scant seconds later as I came loudly on his hand.
All memory of the challenge was now completely erased from my mind as I began to work on his fly and his fingers resumed their assault on my drenched pussy My second orgasm quickly ripped through my body as I stroked his hard cock.
Orgasm number eight with Evan followed a short time later.
After he made me squirt twice, he bent me over the bed and took his pleasure hard from behind, pulling two more orgasms from me in the process.
By the time I had recovered enough to get ready to leave, the truth dawned on me: I had successfully completed the part of the challenge to give eight orgasms in eight different ways. I had, however, failed miserably at the final hurdle to abstain from climax myself.
It not being in my nature to lie, I knew I would confess all to Kane when I got home. There was no formal arrangement between us, but I was still disappointed in to not complete his challenge fully. I now had to wait and see now how he reacted and the impact it had on the remaining Advent challenges.
