Sunday, 17 November 2019

Zara DuRose 'Speakeasy' - Brighton Belles

Early November saw another long trip south to one of my favourite places - Brighton.  Like earlier in the year, the reason was another Zara DuRose event at a little decadent hotel in the city centre.  It was a close-run thing, though - having caught the season's dreaded and widespread lurgy (friends in Manchester and the south were struggling with it) I was debating whether or not I would be well enough for the trip, let alone the party.

And it was a very early start to the Thursday journey south from Manchester - the plan was to get to Brighton for around 10.00am, and with a five-hour journey ahead let me say that I saw a part of the morning that is usually unseen to me.

Thankfully, it was a trouble-free journey down, and by 9.30am (record time) I was strolling into Brighton's lovely North Laines for a late breakfast.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - sexy bike and leathers.
The rest of the day was spent strolling the lovely centre of Brighton (and doing a fair bit of shopping) before a giant pink pierced snail caught my eye.  It was Punktured, a piercing shop, and I'd been thinking of having an extra ear-piercing for some time.  I decided it would be a great opportunity to finally get it done.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - heading for another hole...
An hour later and I had another extra hole to the ones I was born with.  Painful, but worth it, thinking of the lovely ear-jewelry I'd seen that I could now decorate myself with.

As the afternoon waned it was time to head back to the hotel for a drink before eating again.  A heavy squall as the dark of evening fell put paid to my plans of a gentle stroll back to the centre to find somewhere to eat - instead, on a recommendation from the lovely barstaff member, I headed around the corner to Wolfox - an odd name certainly, but I have to say the food was incredible - well-recommended indeed.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Wolfox, Brighton.
Afterwards I'm afraid to say it was back to the lovely hotel room for as long a rest as I could.

Friday was party-day, so I was determined to take it easy and conserve my limited lurgy-affected strength for the night.  But of course, there's always time for an afternoon photo-session, for which I'd brought my crotchless bodystocking, fetish leather gloves and Louboutin high heels.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - leather glovesx and bodstocking.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bodystocking, leather gloves and Louboutins, hotel room.
 I'd also brought along my Kiku robe (something a few of my gentlemen visitors might recognise) as a second choice for some photos...  Overall, the photos turned out better than I expected they would, given how ill I was.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - robed.
There was time for yet another doze before getting ready for the party.  I don't always 'do' the themes of fetish events - for me the theme is always filthy fetish anyway - but I'd decided to follow the 'Speakeasy' theme vaguely this time... my custom-made pink Kiku corset (beautifully cut to bare my tits), stockings, panties (that would soon come off, it transpired) and high-heeled boots.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort -  poorly but ready to party.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - dressed for fun.
I headed downstairs, thinking to myself "if I can manage an hour or two before going back to bed, it will be an achievement...".  The bar area was already pretty full by the time I got there - the slightly later start than the previous ZDR event in Brighton meant everyone was raring to go by 8.00pm.  Sadly, still feeling only about 50% healthy, I wasn't.

Nevertheless, a cocktail later and the arrival of friends meant at least my spirits were buoyed.  Having been before I showed them the set-up with the downstairs playrooms (one with a large circular bed), and ground floor dungeon room.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - the bed, a bit quieter than it would be later.
 As we got back to the bar I realised my glass was empty, and soon another cocktail was helping drown the lurgy bugs.

After an hour or so the small space was cleared in the bar area for the first of the night's little acts - a lady stapling balloons to herself then bursting them.  She got a good cheer at the end, but still looked deflated as she left the room.  Deflated!!! Get it?  Oh, OK...

My now-empty cocktail glass was replaced by another, at which point I decided my panties were superfluous to my outfit.  I peeled them off in the busy bar, delighting in the cool breeze around my newly-bared pussy.  I continued chatting to friends as more arrived, my shaved pubis garnering a bit of attention from couples sat on sofas around the bar whose eyes were just at the right level to view my pussy.

A few of the group headed downstairs to the basement playrooms.  In the main room, on the large circular bed a group of bodies were already writhing in various states of fucking.  One man was kneeling, his pretty female knelt before him, taking the length of his stiff cock in her mouth.  Another couple were also enjoying some oral fun, this time the roles reversed as the lady laid back, long legs spread, and her lover delighted her with his tongue delving into her cunt.  A third couple were fucking hard, and from my standing position I could see his cock plunging in and out of his blonde lady's wet and willing pussy.  Wonderful.

I found a space on the bed and laid back, opening my thighs to the watching crowd.  I ran a slim finger through the engorged lips of my pussy, feeling the hot sexy slickness of my arousal.  I lifted my finger to my mouth, tasting my sweetness, before looking encouragingly at a watching young man.  He took the hint, stepping over to me on the bed.  I lowered his head to my pussy, and he wasted no time in lapping at my wetness.  I laid back, feeling the closeness of the lady who was initially getting licked out but was now getting fucked.  All around sounds of sex flowed around the room, soft moans, heavy rhythmic breathing, words of love and passion, and the muted sounds that only two bodies fucking together can make.  It was fucking horny, I can tell you.  It certainly helped me reach my orgasm, and I came, bucking my hips and pussy against my lover's lips, my soft cries joining the others floating around the room.

I kissed my lover my thanks, and he asked if I wanted a drink.  Well, why not.  I walked up the stairs back to the ground floor, delighting in the view that my following young man would have of my slick pussy and the gentle pressures as my aroused lips rubbed against each other as I walked up the steep stairs.  We rejoined friends back in the ground floor bar, and I found another cocktail in my hands.  We were just in time for the next act, and a stunning and gorgeously curvaceous brunette moved to the small cleared bar area.

Her act was much, much more up my kind of street.  Wearing a small pin-striped waistcoat and shorts outfit, she proceeded to strip to stockings and barely-there lingerie, before splatting herself all over with foamy cream, which managed to get into just about every part of her delightful body it could.  It was messy, and very, very bloody sexy.  I could feel my pussy juice slowly oozing down my thigh as I watched her.  I'd have made her and me even more messy given half the chance, though, and I was certainly waiting for any offer to join the fun.  Sexy girls getting mucky, slippery and wet - yes, that's my thing, definitely.

The act over, and a group of us decamped to the empty dungeon room.  A few others followed, and as one lady in a black evening dress wandered in I jokingly said "you can only come in if you take your dress off," to which she promptly and happily did, revealing a sexy crotchless bodystocking underneath.  Another couple came in, again the lady in a sexy black minidress.  I repeated my line, and once again the black dress came off.  This was something I could get used to, I thought.

I was just thinking about beautiful brunettes when D and her partner entered the room.  I'd first met the stunning D when she was tending bar at another Zara DuRose event last year, and all-too briefly had a play with her.  It wasn't long before I decided I wanted my turn at eating some pussy.  D sat back on a sofa, a bright "Showtime" sign illuminating her.  I dipped my head between her parted thighs.  My tongue licked delicately at her hot pussy, her scents and taste dizzying my delighted head.  I indulged myself, losing myself in the texture and taste of her petals.  I was slight;y aware of others filling the room, but couldn't break away from D's pulsating pussy for even a second.

She came, and I felt her heady heat against my tongue and lips, her sparkling juices dancing on my taste buds.  Bloody lovely, although the sofa was now a bit wet where she had been sat.  "Anyone else?" I jokingly asked the busy room.  A small voice piped up..."me, please."  Another beautiful brunette, slim and stunning.  Encouraged by her partner, she took her place on the sofa, and again I breathed in the heavenly scent of sweet, gorgeous cunt as I lowered my face between her thighs.  It was fantastic to go from one girl straight to another, the tastes a million times different, yet somehow always unmistakably the same.  Once again there was a very happily entertained crowd whilst I licked, explored, tasted and drank the flavours of the brunette's pussy.  A little while later, and another brunette had left her mark on the sofa, and I had more cunt-juice running down my lips and chin.

Before I could say anything else another girl stepped past me and sat down, spreading her thighs whilst her partner sat beside her on the sofa.  It was the blonde lady I'd last seen downstairs, getting ploughed by her lover's cock.  I lowered my lips to her already-slick pussy.  She tasted of sex, cunt and cock, flavours that if you could bottle would make you a millionaire.  I drank her down whilst she wanked her partner's erect cock.  She came quietly, only the delicate change of in the taste of her pussy juice telling me that she'd cum.  The sofa definitely now need some special cleaning.

Licking out three gorgeous girls in around an hour - what a bloody brilliant way to spend time.  The cocktails at the hotel bar were great, but the cunt cocktails I'd been sampling from my Brighton Belles knocked them into a cocked hat.

Having said that, it was time for another cocktail... then another.  I'd had a great night, and considering I'd thought at 8.00pm that I'd only stay for an hour or so, it was now 4.30am.  I finally made it back to my room at 5.00am, taking my young pussy-licker with me for a now-early-morning fuck.  I was ready for it, wet and hungry, my hot oiled cunt clasping his cock, tiredness seeping off my body as he rode me, before the waves of pleasure engulfed me as my orgasm hit.

He slipped out of my room, and I dozed off, my slick cum seeping down my pussy and arse.  I'd just fallen into a deep sleep when my alarm went off - 6.00am, and time to get up, get showered and dressed, breakfast,  pack and head home.  I don't know how I did it, but by 9.30am I was back on the road north.

Another amazing Zara DuRose event, and I'd had an unexpectedly great night, considering how poorly I'd felt.  Partying, cocktails and sex - the best cure there is.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel room, Brighton.