LustFest (Part 1)

The event of the year was coming up: LustFest! We had been looking forward to this night for the last few months and we were excited to see all the erotic games and toys the organizers had come up with this year. Bina had planned our outfits: all new, all black, and a lot of lace for me.

When the day finally arrived, we got dressed and put our makeup on. We called an Uber. Excited and slightly aroused, we arrived at the venue. As every year, we were delighted when we entered the area. This year, the place was filled with dozens, maybe hundreds, of tents of different shapes, sizes, and colors. We looked at each other and started exploring right away. So much to discover!

The first tents we saw weren’t what we liked: pony play, vanilla sex, golden showers. We greeted friends at the puppy play tent, but kept searching. We were looking for something rough, something new. And after half an hour, we found it: an X-cross. But this x-cross was different. The dominant could move it as they wanted. And when I looked at Bina, I knew she wanted to try this. We went to the appointment booth and got lucky: there was still one X-cross available, on a terrace on top of the tent. The terrace didn’t have any walls or screens so that the visibility added to our excitement.

The X-cross was still in a position X-crosses usually are. Bina ordered me to undress. She turned my face away from her and pushed me against the X-cross. She tenderly attached my wrists and ankles. There were further straps for my waist, arms, and legs. When she had secured me, she reached from behind and pulled at my nipples. She squeezed my butt cheeks. And then started to spank me. After a few minutes, she pushed her fingers into my yoni. I was already so wet. She started to move the X-cross, spun the cross 180°, and turned me upside down. I faced her naked vulva now, glistening with her arousal. She pushed my face into her and I started pleasing here. I could feel and hear that she was as aroused as I was. I circled her sweet spot, I pushed my tongue into her yoni. And it didn’t take her long to come violently, moaning.

She moved the cross again. I faced the floor, my legs slightly higher than my head, and I felt grateful that I had the cross between me and the floor. Bina spanked me again. But after every spank, she pushed her fingers into my yoni, circled my button. I couldn’t stop moaning. I didn’t want her to stop touching my sweet spot. I begged her to let me come. And when she finally stopped spanking me, concentrating all her efforts on my button, I came as violently as she did.

To be continued …