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Dinner for...

By: CookingDom



I'm driving to meet you, you are in the shower getting yourself ready for a night out with me, your phone buzzes with another text from me...

'By now pet, you'll be naked in the shower and I'm hard imagining the water running down your body, over your breasts down between your legs. Get back in the shower and stand with one leg on the side of the bath and part your lips. Spray the shower head onto your clit and think of me kneeling in front of you, your leg over my shoulder as I slowly lick your pussy, holding your hands behind your back. when you are about to come, stop and dry yourself. Wear a short skirt for me tonight, a nice lace bra thong set and your favourite heels, I will meet you in the restaurant at 7.'

I arrive a little late and see you at the table, a round table hidden away in the corner of the restaurant. I lean down placing my hand on your shoulder, my thumb running over your collar bone softly as I peck your cheek, then your lips as you turn to face me.

"You look amazing pet and Sir is very pleased, good girl."

I sit next to you and without a word I take the wine list and begin to read. You know not to move, your back straight, knees together hands facing upwards under the table on your legs, awaiting your next instructions....

The waitress comes over and immediately asks if we are ready to order, instinctively looking at you first before I begin to speak.

"A glass of Rose and....." I pause and lean into you, my mouth next to your ear.

"Open your legs girl."

I turn back to the waitress, "And a glass of red please."

As your knees part quickly, almost like a reflex to my command, my hand rests lightly on your knee, I continue to look over the menu slowly browsing through it. My hand moves slowly along your inner thighs, out of the corner of my eye I see your chest rise and fall as your breathing becomes heavier and your eyes glaze over. I reach your thong and tracing my fingers over the fabric and I smile as I recognise the pattern at the front of them, gently pressing them against your pussy, by now quite damp.

'You know pet, I do enjoy the first moment each time I reach your pussy, clothed or not as you never ceased to amaze me how wet you become for me, how you are always ready for me."

You try to smile, inside you are flattered and proud at how well you present yourself to me, how much appreciated it is, but at the same time you are shocked at the fact I say these words out loud as if it's a normal conversation. You worry someone over heard, but at the same time your clit throbs knowing you are mine and what other people see or hear doesn't matter.

The waitress arrives with our wine, as she leans over to place on the table, my fingers slip under the thong and effortlessly inside you.

"Are you ready to order?" she asks, my fingers slowly teasing out before slipping out of you as they begin to circle your clit. "Could you tell me what the specials are?"

I smirk, knowing that inside you are crying out 'Bastard' I have no interests in the specials, but you know better than to say anything, not that you would in front of company like this. On the flip side you enjoy the way I can tease you, use you, enjoy you while I'm seemingly busy with other things.

You see the waitresses' mouth move but you hear nothing as all you can think about are my fingertips, expertly toying with you. I feel your hand grip my forearm, I know you are close as I turn to you and look at you to tell you to assume your position again, as my fingers slow down against your clit.

"My pet will have the seared tuna and I'll have the fillet steak please, medium to well done." The word pet makes your clit throb, but it goes unnoticed by our waitress.

She leaves as I remove my fingers and bring them to your mouth.

"Good girl," as you lick them clean just how I like it.

"Now I noticed that your thong was quite wet, go to the ladies and remove it, but play with yourself through the fabric first until you're at the edge of orgasm."

I watch you leave, not being able to take my eyes off you as you leave the room. Opening the Ladies your are relieved that you're alone, you walk into the stall, locking it behind you as your raise your skirt and lean backwards against the wall, slowly rubbing your pussy through the thong, only you know what's going through your mind. You are close to the edge and so desperately want to come. 'He won't know, will he'? Your conscience wrestles with you, 'of course he'll know, he always knows.'

You decide to stop, just like the good whore that you are, but before your skirt is lowered, the door flings wide open, your eyes open quickly, but not quick enough to see me before I turn your around, my hands around your neck as I lift your skirt and tear your thong off, my already hard cock throbbing as I feel your dripping wet cunt engulf it. Your gasps make your mouth open wide, just long enough for me to stuff your thong in it as my cock thrusts inside your dripping wet pussy. I push you against the wall as I fuck you hard, without mercy, a raw need that has to be met, only you have ever brought out this side of me. One hand at your throat, gripping it tightly, the other against your inner thighs, fingers curling as they dig into your flesh, forcing them apart as my cock stretches you and thrusts deep inside you.

Within a few minutes you feel my cock swell inside you as I start to come, my hands tighten as I empty myself inside you, pressing against you, the side of my face against your shoulder as I catch my breath, arms wrapped around you as both our pounding hearts can be felt by the other.

I zip myself up and turn around, without looking back. "Your dinner is getting cold."

As I walk away, you fall against the floor, breathless but knowing you need to be back at the table quickly. you reach down and feel my come running down your thighs, as you reach up for a tissue to take care of it, you hear the door open as I leave, calling out.

'Leave my cum where it is.'

And the door closes.

I am sitting back at the table as you walk back to me, smiling. I smile back as I pull out the table to allow you to sit down. My hand moves beneath the table as I tap the inside of your knee causing you to instinctively part them. My hand reaches up and takes your chin between thumb and forefinger as I kiss your cheek.

"Good girl."

My fingers inch lower as my hands softly grip your neck, my lips brushing your as I slowly slide my tongue between them, kissing you softly whilst my hands grip your neck tighter just how I like it. Kissing you harder, tongue deeper as my hand moves down between your legs, finding your thighs soaked in my come and your juices as I force two fingers back inside you, stretching you. Bringing my soaked fingers to your mouth making you lick them clean, not that you needed any encouragement.

We are interrupted by the waitress as she arrives with our food, her nipples poking through her blouse as her cheeks grow red, she places our food on the table. As always, you wait for permission to start before we both begin out meal. I find myself watching you, how your lips part as you slowly put each mouthful in, watching your throat expand each time you swallow, reminding me of the sight I see overtime I stretch your throat with my cock. As I watch you, I feel my cock growing hard once more and thoughts, again, turn to using you.

I call over the waitress and as she approaches I turn to you and roughly force 2 fingers inside you, finding you still dripping wet like my good girl always is. Curling my fingers upwards I feel the rough sponge part inside you and caress it, feeling your chest rise and fall as I look indoor eyes, seeing them widen as the waitress arrives and your disbelief is overshadowed by your arousal at being used this way in front of an audience. The waitress asks if we have finished, but I simply ignore her as I have more important things to attend to, so she waits patiently as I begin to kiss and devour your neck.

"Clean this up."

She steps forward and reaches for the plates, just as I remove my fingers from your pussy, holding them up.

"Not them, this...."

My hand in the air she looks confused as I stare into her eyes, as hers lower to see my drenched fingers. Biting her bottom lip she stares at my hand before leaning forward and slowly taking each finger in her mouth, slowly licking them clean her eyes fixed on yours as she does so.

"Doesn't she taste wonderful?'' She nods in agreement as she completely clean them, stepping back standing by the table with her hands behind her back, her nipples hard through her, not tight, blouse.

I beckon her to me and lean over to her, whispering in her ear, then I turn my attention back to you, checking you are ok, watching your eyes grow wide as you see her crawl under the table......

I turn to you again telling you to put your hands on the table, palms down, and not to move no matter what.

my hand grips your throat as I slowly kiss you, gently at first but soon with more urgency as my tongue flicks and teases your lips. I know this drives you wild and my cock throbs at your frustration.

I smile.

My hand slowly works its way down, unbuttoning your blouse one button at a time, all the time kissing you, sometimes softly, sometimes roughly, occasionally stopping myself to inch back and look into your eyes, if only to seek out the ache in them.

"WIDER!"

Your blouse undone now as you knees part obediently, running the backs of my fingers across your stomach, to your sides around to your back as it arches on that cusp of tickling and pleasure, something I learned at the cinema that time.

You feel a pair of hands on your knees holding them apart, wide, as a pair of lips softly, slowly kiss their way along the insides of your thighs. Working their way up along the left, nothing but her warm breath touching your pussy as she continues to your right thigh down to your knee.

You feel the pressure of her fingers digging into your skin as she moves her mouth to your pussy, where she stops, awaiting instruction.

"How badly do you desire this pet?"

Looking in your eyes, I see them widen as they give me your answer, my right hand gripping your hair pulling your head back sharply as softly kiss your neck. My other hand reaches under the table as I grip the waitresses hair, pulling her sharply towards you as her mouth engulfs your pussy, her tongue diving straight inside you. Hearing you moan I pull your hair harder, wrapping it into my fist as I bite on your neck, greedily sucking, licking feasting on it as I hear the waitress moan over your pussy, all the time pulling her hard into you. Her hand runs along the inside of my thighs as she starts to rub my hard cock through my trousers, it's throbbing so hard again as I imagine her tongue deep inside you. I reach over the table and take a knife, slowly running the back of the blade against your stomach as it travels upwards, slipping under the centre of your bra. Looking into your eyes I apply enough pressure to cut it open, your breast falling out with your nipples giving you away, as If there was any doubt how turned on you are. My mouth slides down your neck, your chest before I take a nipple between my teeth, biting gently as I suck on it. My fingers toy with the other, still feeling her hand on my cock as she unzips me, releasing my hard, wet, cock. I feel her weight shift as she's about to take me into her mouth but I stop her, pulling her to me as I kiss her hard, tasting your pussy on her mouth, her tongue, her lips before pushing her down to my cock. I turn to you and kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself third-hand. Her mouth engulfs my cock as I continue kissing you, feeling you moan against me, our tongues battling away in each others mouths, before I pull back, looking into your eyes...

"Slut, I have missed you...."

Still kissing you, I push the table forwards as we both look down and can see her sucking on my cock, her hand grips my cock as she moves lower to lick under my balls, taking one in her mouth as her eyes look up at me, then to you, pulling my foreskin right back showing you my full red wet head.

Releasing my grip on your throat, 'be a good girl and help our friend' my fist grips your hair once more, forcing your head down over my cock, straight to the back of your throat as I force you all the way down, knowing full well you can't breathe right now. I pull you up slightly, my cock still in your throat before pushing you back down just an inch, slowly just edging your throat the way I trained you, my cock stretching it, forcing in a little deeper before pulling back slightly. Allowing you just enough room, and time, to breathe as she licks my balls and your saliva as it drools over them.

This continues for some time as your throat is gently, but harshly, fucked as my hand grips the back of your neck tightly, controlling the motion. Her hand moves between your legs, which initially remain closed...

"OPEN THEM!"

I force your throat even deeper onto my cock as your legs open wide inviting her to lick your pussy again, your moans vibrate around the head of my cock as her tongue dives inside your soaking wet cunt, her fingers opening you wide so she can get deeper...

"Stretch her ass for me girl, I'll be using that soon."

She moans as well as her fingers start teasing your ass, her tongue never leaving your cunt. I feel you moan louder and longer as she invades you, obviously you are looking forward to me taking you there, just like you always do. Pulling your mouth from my cock I lift you up to kiss you deeply, my tongue fighting yours as I look into your tear filled eyes.

I smile.

"Get on all fours..."

You comply as always and get on all fours on the long seat while I stand and grip your hair in my fist, pushing your head back so your throat is straight, ready for me.

"Fuck her with three fingers, stretch her and tongue her ass, get it nice and ready for my cock."

I force my cock deep into your mouth, all the way down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach, holding you there for a few seconds before slowly pulling you. Looking down at your, your eyes streaming as the make up runs down your face..

"Ready my whore?"

You pause before nodding your head as I force my way deep into your throat, this time not stopping as I fuck it hard without mercy, needing to use your throat the same way I've used your ass and pussy many times, fulfilling MY need. At one point, your hands reach up to my thighs in an effort to push me away. I don't stop fucking your throat and take your hands, placing them on my ass as I look down at you. You look up at me as I fuck your throat, your eyes saying, pleading, what your mouth has many times over.

'Please!! PLEASE!!!'

But you know it's useless, you are mine and your mouth is a vessel for my use as I continue to pound your throat. I feel my balls begin to tighten as my orgasm begins, but I pull out, not wanting to come, not in your throat. A long trail of my pre cum and your saliva trails from my cock to your chin and lips your make up streaming down your face. I tell you to turn round and tell her to lie back on the seat with her legs wide as you bend over in front of me and push your ass back towards me, I smile - as if this was your choice anyway. I rub the tip of my cock between your pussy lips, using your juices to cover my cock as I tease you. you're just about to go down on her when I lean forward and grip your hair in my fist, pulling it back as the other grips your throat, squeezing it tightly as I whisper in your ear...

"You are such a good whore, you are MY whore and I love the fact I have moulded you to be what you are now."

My cock rests at your ass, just the tip pressing against you....

"See how hard you make and keep my cock? I'm so proud of what you have become in order to please me and I am going to enjoy watching you eat her."

I push your head back down, forcing your face into her cunt as I grip you hips, teasing your ass for a while with the tip of my cock before thrusting forward all the way, hearing you cry out in pain as she pulls your face to her cunt. Your screams are muffled as she grinds her cunt against your mouth, fucking you as she watches me take you completely. Stretching your ass, fucking you harder than deeper than ever before, sweat pouring down my chest, my breathing heavy as my nails dig into your flesh. Your cheeks, your hips your back, marking them purposely so you can feel them for weeks to come. You scream out in pain as I dig deeper than ever and thrust one last time while I empty myself inside you, crashing down onto you, my arms wrapping around you tightly.

I tell her to leave as I roll to the side taking your with me, still deep inside you. My back against the back of the seat, your back against me as I hold you tight, our breathing slowing down, our pulses felt against each other as we lay there in silence, lying together in the middle of the empty restaurant. I lift your chin up and kiss you softly.

"Good girl."

Slipping out of you as my lips find yours, my tongue slipping between them my eyes fixed on yours.

"Clean my cock."

Without hesitation you drop to your knees and slowly take my limp, wet cock into your mouth, looking up at me all the time as you clean very last drop of our juices. I love the feel of your mouth around my cock, especially when you pay attention to the head and flick your tongue waiting for my reactions. Looking down at you, smiling as I see my girl pleasing me I reach down and lift you to me, kissing you hard, tasting ourselves on you still amazed how I have no problem tasting myself on you.

The waitress returns, waiting patiently for us to finish. "Your room is ready Sir." She places the room key on the table before walking away, which I take and hand it to you.

"The room is all yours for a while pet, I will join you shortly."

I lean down, kissing your forehead before helping you up and walking you to the restaurant door.

You get in the lift and proceed to our room. Once inside you close the door, seeing a note pinned to the back.....

'Hello Pet.

'

'For the next hour, the room is yours, make the most of it and prepare yourself for me. Remove your clothes now and leave them here, then go to the bathroom and enjoy.....'

You slide your dress down your hips, letting it puddle on the floor as you step out and proceed towards the bathroom. As you open the door your bath ready, bubbles, candles, a glass of red wine next to an opened bottle with music softly playing in the back ground. You step into the bath, lowering yourself gently as you indulge yourself in the moment, sipping your wine letting the warm water and bubble caress you. The hour nearly passes and you soon get out, padding yourself dry with the towels as you notice another note on the back of the bathroom door ...

'I hope you enjoyed your bath pet, it truly makes me happy when I get to treat you this way, I will be up shortly so make sure you are ready for me. There is no need to dress other than the gift I have left for you in the lounge, by the couch. Put it on and wait, kneeling, with your back to me and I will fasten it when I'm ready...'

Proceed to the lounge, steam rising from your skin as you approach the table in the centre of the room, finding a large, flat box placed upon it. You proceed to open it, pulling open the thin sheets of paper to reveal a purple whale-boned corset. For a moment you just stare at it, toying with the fabric between your fingers as you look over every inch of it, imagining it tight around your body.

You hear the ping for the lift and know I am near, taking the corset and placing it around your body, carefully just doing the top bow, leaving the rest for me. Just as the door open, you kneel with your back to the couch and part your legs, your head to one side you brush your hair aside, exposing your shoulder and neck for me.


Dinner For 3



I had been watching a young coed that worked at a small tavern near campus. She was always very friendly, always glad to see me when I would stop in during the day while out and about. My last trip in there, I planted the seed. I made a comment how much "FUN" her and I could have with my man.

You and I had been in there before. So she knew what you were like. I decided "no guts, no glory" and stopped in on my way home and asked her if she would be interested in spending the evening with us Friday night. I told her we'd grill, have some drinks, play some cards or SOMETHING. She gladly accepted.

She is quite a bit younger then we are. In her early twenties. Not standing real tall, at 5'5" she's fits into her 130 lbs well. I have noticed full round globes under her shirt at work, and can't wait to see them in your hands. Her hair, I wouldn't call blonde, or brown, somewhere in the middle. Shoulder length, although she usually wears it up in banana clips.

Friday night arrives. You think that we are just going to be alone. We're sitting out on the deck, having a drink, enjoying the evening sunshine. You hear a car pull up the drive. I say I will go see who it is. You stay put.

I answer the door and let our guest in. She looks terrific in a tight tank top. her shorts are riding low. I see her firm thighs and am already wondering if she will let me in between them.

I lead her out to the back deck. It is surrounded by privacy fence and very secluded. The yard is gated as well. We grab her a drink on the way out. Your mouth drops as I lead her out to say hello. "Honey, we have a guest for dinner," I say.

I look to your shorts. I already see life down there.

Still not knowing if things will go as planned, I play it cool. The drinks are flowing, the conversation great. She is a witty refreshing young gal. Somewhere in the conversation she tells us her boyfriend, the ONLY one she has ever had, has just joined the service months ago. Since then, she hasn't been out with anyone. Afraid to be disloyal to him. We assure her, that she is in good hands.

I can tell her wine is getting to her. She is giggly and being very open with us. She tells us he was her first, and how he taught her to enjoy sex. You and I look at each other. Knowing this is our chance. 

I move toward her, put my hands on her shoulders, and tell her "We could give you something really to enjoy". I assure her that everything would be kept between us. "I want you to feel like what its like to make love to a real man", I tell her. She is a bit hesitant, but nods.

You rise and walk to her. Grab her by the shoulders, and gently reach down and kiss her. Not a 20yr old randy kiss, but a passionate, man in control of himself kiss. I see her resolve melt as she kisses you back. I sit back in my chair, sip my drink and watch. Your hands slide down her back, lower and lower until they are cupping her firm cheeks. Her shorts are short short, and as she lifts one leg to get closer to you, I see the outline of her ass. I also she is wearing a thong. You are rubbing her back and shoulders with one hand and cupping her ass with the other. 

I see your fingers edging lower to the outline of the bottom of her shorts. They snake their way inside her shorts from the back. I see her legs spread wider, giving you easier access. Oh God she is getting turned on. So are we. Before long, she has one leg up on the lawn chair, leaning on you. Your fingers probing her pussy from behind. Her hips are pressing against you with each movement. I take this as an opportunity. I come behind her. She is now between us. She startles at first. You tell her to relax that it is ok.

While you are still tormenting her with your fingers. I reach around and undo her shorts. As they slide down, I get the wonderful aroma of fresh young pussy. You now have much easier access to her pussy. I look. Your hand is literally dripping with her wetness. I waste no time in undoing your pants, springing your hard hard cock. Your head is shinny from precum. She is wiggling almost out of control now. I take my hand from behind her now, you move your hand to the front. I start plunging her tight pussy hole , while you manipulate her clit. She doesn't know who to press on harder. She is moving her hips back and forth out of control. He head now tilted back. 

"Thats it baby girl" you tell her in your low controlled voice. "Cumm for us. give us a nice big cumm".

As you are telling her that from the front. I am telling her in the back. "Mm your pussy is so wet, I can't wait to see my mans cock buried inside you. You want a cock don't you? You want a hard cock up your cunt?"

With that, I feel her pussy grip around my fingers. Omg she is cumming so hard. Her pussy is literally milking my fingers that are up inside her.

We let her finish spasming before moving. You take of her shirt and dive on her hard hard pink nipples. I can still feel her throbbing as we push her to the edge of the table. I clear things off as we lay her on her tummy. Her ass and pussy exposed to us. She is leaning over the table.

"My boyfriend once slid himself in me this way" she says innocently.

You spread her legs even more. We slide a cushion under her tummy. I spread her ass and thighs, and dive down with my face. I begin to lick her. She is so wet. I am licking her from behind so my whole face is in her ass and pussy. Not wanting to scare her away, I concentrate on her pussy. Licking her clit that is now red swollen, and rock hard, and tongue fucking her hole. You have come behind me. Taken off my shorts, and slid your cock into my wet wet pussy. We are all moving in sync. My fingers are now fingering her pussy again. I spread her ass with my other hand. I lick her tight puckered asshole. She jumps and wants to get up. "Lay down, its all right" I tell her.

My tongue plays around her rim, she is getting used to the idea. I see her asshole start to relax a bit. Feel her give in to the sensations. You pull out of my pussy and disappear a minute. I don't mind, I am having too much fun.

I am enjoying playing here. I go from her pussy hole, to her clit, to her ass. Licking sucking. You are back. I need to be fucked. I tell you to come and give me that cock back. You oblige me. It doesn't take many strokes for you from behind me and I am shuddering around your cock. You let me finish throbbing and pull out and hand me the Vaseline with a gleam in your eye. You want to fuck that tight virgin ass.

I dip my fingers into the Vaseline. Spread it all over our toys ass. She is lubed and hot. I slide my little finger up her ass. She moans and adjusts to it. I try another finger. Slide it in her and then out. Fuck her asshole with my fingers. She is fucking against me so hard the table is moving. I see you in the Vaseline. You have it all over your cock. Your standing there watching me finger fuck her tight ass, and your stroking your cock.. 

She is thrashing her hips. I look at you and nod. I spread her ass wide, bury my thumb and forefinger in her. She takes them with no problem. I grab your cock with the other hand. As I pull my thumb out of her ass, you are there with your cock.

You pause and push. She tightens up. "Relax hon" I tell her. She is scared. I remind her how she loved my fingers. I whisper soft in her ear. I start rubbing her pussy and clit again. You are back at her tight ass hole again. This time she is ok. As you penetrate her she screams out. I speed up rubbing her clit. We both are telling her how proud we are of her, how terrific she is. My hand that isn't in her pussy is in mine. I am so hot at the site of your cock in this tight ass. I cum hard. I look at you and see your face. I know its a matter of seconds before you loose it... I increase pressure on her clit. She explodes on your cock in her ass. You pull your cock out spewing a stream of thick hot cum all over her asshole and cheeks.

Needless to say as we ate our steaks, we could all still smell ourselves on the table. Dinner had never been more delicious.



Dinner for 7



The setup:

My wife Wendy suggested that instead of the usual friends for a dinner party, we invite some friends she has met through Twitter "to expand our friendship circle" - she's quite active on social media. And we love entertaining. I agreed, and set out a menu for the following Friday. Perfectly grilled steak with a serious merchant du vin sauce, potato wedges, some greens... and she would do the wine pairing.

Fast forward to the following Wednesday and one of the three couples announced that his wife couldn't make it due to family commitments, but may his friend visiting from Australia please join. Of course, no problem.

On the Friday, another one of the couples called last-minute that his wife had to look after the kids due to illness; they couldn't find a minder that quickly. Oh well, no harm, we'll send him home afterwards with some "take aways." I came home early to start preparing the sauce and get most of the kitchen in order, my wife was cooling some champagne, prepped the salad, set the table. Just before the guests arrived, as per usual, she went for a quick shower to freshen up, apply some make up, and be presentable. She returned 20 minutes later looking stunning, with a little black & white cocktail dress that left little to the imagination: it was tight, short, and couldn't be worn with a bra... She quickly grabbed a glass to "taste" the champagne, but I noticed how she simply downed the flute of bubbly. Her nerves clearly needed some calming.

Around 6pm the guests started to arrive - I've never met anyone of them before - and first in was James with his Ozzie friend Mike. Big bunch of flowers and some impressive Cabernet from Australia! Mike's eyes traced my wife's body and he was clearly impressed with what was being visually served here. I also spotted those beautiful slightly erect nipples... I was still running the kitchen, so only did the pleasantries and greets. Next up was Matt without his wife, again apologies, with a box of chocolates. Straight after Matt arrived Dean, and... not his wife at all, but instead Sean, a friend that my wife knows from Twitter parties. Profoundly apologised about his wife not being there - she had to do a last-minute PR appearance for her boss. They did not want to be rude and leave a seat open - just as well - and please, he knew my wife knows Sean, was it OK etc... We joked about how unorganised everyone was, and the conversation went in all different directions as the champagne started to flow.

Instead of the usual starters, we went full-tilt into the main meal, as we'd have deserts afterwards. I was killing myself in the kitchen getting all the food out: on temperature, from rare to medium, plated, served... and all this while my wife expertly played hostess to perfection. While we were all eating and laughing, I couldn't help but notice some glances between some of the friends and my wife. It was just out of the corner of my eye really... and then I thought I spotted my wife's hand moving awkwardly under the table, as if she was touching the guy next to her's leg. It was so fleeting that I was second-guessing myself.

We finished the meal, lots of compliments and politeness in the air, and my wife suggested we all take a break in the lounge to let the food settle. 

"Desert comes later", she announced.

I did a quick round of clearing the table of just about everything, refusing help from our guests, while my hostess-wife kept the conversation going in the lounge. She's awesome!

The surprise:

As I finished up, I walked into the lounge, and, oh shit! What I saw and what I felt are two complete surprises... I felt two very strong men grabbing my arms, one on each side. I saw my wife in a very, very compromised situation; Dean was kissing her deeply while his hand had slipped under her dress, working her breast. Our "friend" from Australia - Mike - had his hand on her bald pussy while her already-short dress was hitched up to her navel! 

"Where's her panty?", I thought. 

Her hands were flung backwards against the couch's backrest. I froze, the grip on my arms intensified. 

I started to say: "What the...," when the man next to me simply said: 

"Don't say a word or I'll gag you." 

Next thing a black pillow-case was slipped over my head and I couldn't see a thing. 

"Oh fuck, they're going to take her and use her!", my mind raced.

Why was she not screaming for help?? My other senses started to heighten. I could now distinctly hear my wife's breathing. I could feel a tingle of arousal between my legs. I was getting confused - what-the-fuck-is-going-on? I was being lead to a place in the room and the sounds form my wife became louder. I could hear a soft moan - I started to think I could hear the wetness of the man's fingers in my wife's pussy. My head started spinning. I heard somebody bring a chair from the dinner table and put it down behind me. My senses were going overload - nobody was saying a word apart from the muffled kissing and moaning from the direction of my wife. If she was not screaming for help, was she overcome with lust, did she just roll over and play safe?

I heard her say "No, stop, stop!" and I started feeling a level of rage build up in me. 

More muffled sounds and then again "Nooo!" 

I started to speak but as the first sound came from my mouth, my gorilla-grip man reminded me: "You want a gag?"

I then became aware of my wife's presence near me... I could actually smell her sex. It was so intoxicating smelling an aroused woman - but I knew this was my wife and I was not the one getting her so aroused! I could feel her hands against my chest, and she started to un-button my shirt. Not a word. Was she being forced to do this? Someone else - oh fuck, it must be one of the guys - was undoing my belt buckle. My breathing raced. They undressed me: shoes, socks, jeans, shirt. And then my underwear. My cock jolted out a bit and I was sporting a constantly growing erection. I heard my wife snort - she was now further away from me. Did that mean she's OK? Another laugh from a guy, then a few. 

Someone said: "Check - he's enjoying this." 

My erection was not stopping. I got pushed into the chair behind me and I could feel the material against my skin. My erection still did not want to subside. I was starting to panic a little - what the fuck was going on? It was starting to dawn on me that there where going to be all these "couples", yet there ended up being only males. Coincidence - I think not! Suddenly I felt ropes being tied around me - my upper body and arms were being wound onto the chair's backrest. My ankles were being bound to the chair's legs. Oh shit. My wrists and legs were tied to the chair's seat. I became immobile.

My heightened senses tried to compensate for the lack of sight. I could hear a lot of clothing ruffling, undressing, breathing. I heard a match being struck and igniting. More panic. 

I heard my wife's voice "yes... hmm" and more muffled kissing sounds. 

I started to smell incense. The rich smell was intoxicating and I guessed, hiding the smell of a seriously aroused woman. I was starting to second-guess my reality - was this happening? Did I hear kissing or was she actually sucking someone's cock? My mind was building up imagery from smell & sound. I felt bewildered. I felt my cock reaching it's maximum, stretchy, almost aching erection and wished someone would just touch it. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Fast and loudly. I could hear my wife's vocal chords now starting to make familiar, sexual, almost primal noises. More male sounds. They must all be busy with her. 

I decided to risk it; opened my mouth and said "I want to see. Please!" 

I was expecting somebody to punch me or something. A male voice next to me asked: 

"Are you SURE you wanna see?" 

I nodded furiously and said "yes", almost in a shameful voice. 

He pulled the pillow case to the side of my head and I could hear a tearing sound. He made a slit in the casing, with knife or scissors. Or maybe with his hands. He rotated the case around my head and through the small slit and threads my reality became slightly clearer...

Nobody had any clothes on. My wife's body was flushed and she was sprawled over the couch. The pillows were all over the place. "OK, she *is* sucking someone's cock", I thought as I could make that out. God she looked in ecstasy. I couldn't seem to turn my head to gain a better view. I could see her gasp for air. Her breasts were being serviced - one by means of kissing, the other by someone's hand. I could see the one nipple standing so proud, so hard. I realised she had completely given her body up for pleasure. My cock hurt. I managed a glimpse of what was going on between her legs... one of the guys was sitting almost flat on the couch, lifting her hips with his hands, and slowly but surely slid his cock in and out of her pussy. The man obscuring my view moved out of the way and I got a clearer view of the fucking. I could see her juicy wetness on his cock. I realised nobody was wearing condoms. Dirty bastards. I felt intoxicated. 

This is bad / this is good - my mind couldn't decide which way to go. My body told me in no uncertain terms that this was good. The guy fucking her pulled out completely and placed her hips back on the couch. He got up, walked to her face, turned her head towards him and she took his cock covered in her juices. Wow. I felt every heartbeat pump all the way through my cock. The next guy moved onto her pussy licking and slurping away. He was good, I could see. I knew she was going to cum if he carried on around her clit. And he did carry on. I saw her chest heaving, her arms pushing back. She threw her head back, gasping for air, discarding the cock she was sucking. She started to flush a deeper red on her neck, moving down towards her chest. Those sounds, gasps, pushing hard to resist, and then, wham! Her whole body started to convulse as she rocked her hips into the man's face. She moved her one hand onto the back of his head pushing him hard into her sex. I imagined her eyes rolling back as they do when she cums hard. There was that moment of complete rigidity in her body, no breathing, everything tensed up... almost too long, and then in one go she gasped for more air and her body collapsed. Now I could just see the rolling waves as her body moved according to those glorious post-orgasmic pulses. 

"God she's beautiful", I thought. 

To see her in that state was so voyeuristic, so exotic... shameful, yet awesome...

The guy who licked her to orgasm now took over a bit, pushed her legs right back towards her shoulders, thereby rotating and tilting her pussy upwards. I could see her flushed and swollen lips. I never knew that they protruded that much when swollen like that. His cock was what seemed to be of average length, but it was thick. There was a distinct rim or rather indentation between the shaft and the head. There was no resistance from my wife, and in fact two guys started helping, holding her legs back by grabbing her ankles. This was so beautiful. 

She said: "Oh god fuck me please...breathing...I want to feel you inside me...breathing..." with her eyes closed. 

She didn't even know who was doing what. I loved this! He pushed his cocked into her pussy - I could just see the profile from my vantage point. My cock felt so hard, it felt as if it was vibrating. (It wasn't, of course) There was this distinct, temporary halt as his cock head managed to stretch her pussy a little, and started settling snugly inside her. She gasped loudly. He pushed a bit more. I could see everything; her pussy lips denting inwards a bit as he pressed down. Then he got past his ridge and drove his thick shaft into her. Her lips popped back up, groaning loudly. Her mouth opened and she turned her head, fluttering her eyes to find a cock to suck on. Jeez this was bad - I never knew my wife could be so slutty, yet so beautiful, kinky, sexual, raw... the conflict in my mind just didn't stop!

This guy was now happily fucking my wife, and she happily let him. She looked more engrossed with the cock in her mouth, she got both her hands there and was eating this thing like food from heaven. The other two changed grip on her legs - one of them took both ankles and the other guy turned towards me. Oh shit. He walked straight past me as if I didn't exist. I heard him leave the room, but soon returned with more champagne - glasses and a cold bottle. Then he turned towards me again, but I was fixated on the show in front of me. 

"Hey. Do you have whiskey in the house?" he asked me in an almost-too-normal voice. 

"Sure" I said. "But can you please get this thing off my head? I'm suffocating" I lied. 

Unceremoniously he whipped the pillow case off my head. I became astutely aware of the smell of sex in the room. The dustiness from the pillow case obscured that. It smelled like my wife when we fuck. Wow, so strong!

"Where?" he commanded. 

"Oh, err, there's a booze cabinet next to the fridge in the kitchen. You'll find it there. And there's ice in the ice bucket." 

Now that I had a proper view without having to peak through the tear, I couldn't peel my eyes off my wife. I could see her small breasts bounce with every thrust. He managed to slap his whole body flat onto her pussy as he thrusted down, his balls slapping against her. Lucky guy - she was loving it. I couldn't do this, my wife is so petite and my cock is just a little too long. Just one of those things we live with, but oh boy, they were going big.

Suddenly he pulled out completely. 

I thought: "Oh fuck he's going to come on her tummy." 

She gasped a bit, got the cock out of her mouth and raised her head to look at him - possibly for the first time? As they made eye contact, he plunged his cock back in all the way and held still. Her body shook a bit, like those rolling wave-like post-orgasmic movements. Then he popped it out again, completely. I wish I could see what he was seeing - that gaping pink lubricated shiny pussy. Gasp. Pause. Plunging in from afar, her pussy taking him with no resistance. He was playing a little game. Again out, all the way - wait - wait more - full eye contact - plunge! My god, the sound that this was making. The anticipation on her face! Those orgasm build-up movements. And again. And again. What a player. What a pussy.

She started to flush again, her breathing had these interruptions with her mouth completely shut as she built up and built up. Mr "meat" was sticking to his new rhythm... popped it out, waited, watched her face, and plunged it back in. All. The. Way. A slight tremor started moving over my wife's body and I knew she was going to have a big one. He pulled out, waited, waited more, and decided to deny her the orgasm. She was trying to rock her hips involuntary to meet his cock, but there was nothing. She wasn't not going to cum. Not yet. They were in control now.

I was her lying in front of me, no cocks inside her, but all the guys were softly stroking her naked body from head to toe. I could she her body tremor and shiver has hands glided over her nipples, her ribcage... but they all avoided her wetness. Just gentle cooling-down type strokes. It was simply beautiful, mesmerising...

The desert:

Two guys picked me up, still bound to the chair, and carried me back to the dining room. I was being positioned at the head of the table, while they walked back to the sex room (there was no other way to describe this now). Then these men appeared carrying my beautifully, well-serviced wife in their arms, and placed her on her back, on the table. 

"Desert!", they announced.

My erection subsided to a semi, but I could feel it pulsing and aching again. I was staring down the table with a full-frontal view of my wife's very wet and swollen pussy. It was slightly gaping, a little messy from her creamy wetness. She wasn't even bothering to move; she clearly just bathing in her state of ecstasy.

The "guests" were gathering around the desert table. Mike produced a chocolate bar out of a wrapper and started painting with it around her warm pussy, leaving chocolate trails. Up over her tummy, around her breasts. I was getting soooo turned on. James couldn't keep himself from hopping on the table as well, and started to lick the chocolate off her pussy, adding in a good flick over her clit every now and then. He made sure I could see everything. Her breasts were being suckled now as well - one from each side. Her body was being cleaned up. James turned, straddling her while facing me. I couldn't quite figure it out, but my mind told me she was sucking his cock. He lowered his open mouth over her wet pussy and completely covered it. Cleaning her out, I imagined, while being sucked...

Then a new suggestion was made - this time by my wife. 

"Put him on the carpet as I explained, please." 

I was shocked. She wss instructing them on something that clearly has been discussed during my absence... The guys un-tied me from my chair, but instantly tied my ankles together, and then my wrists. I stood up, and get lead to the carpet. 

"Lie down." I heard her say. 

I sat at first, not knowing exactly what to do. 

"On your back." 

As I lied down, James took my wrists over my head and held them down. Mike sat next to my feet, holding my ankles down. I was scared, yet my cock was very hard. The two bigger guys arrived, carrying my petite wife in a foetal position, pussy nicely exposed, pointing downwards. Droplets of her wetness were hanging for a moment from her pussy lips, then pulled a long string as they dropped down onto me. They were lowering her onto my erect cock! Teasingly slow. I was trying to rotate my hips upwards to meet her but James pulled my wrists back a little until it hurt. I got the message. I felt her warm wetness touch my cock, and slowly they lowered her. Her pussy was clenching, almost pulsing.

She wasn't looking at me but said: "I like being abused like this. I have no more control, and neither do you. They will fuck me as they please, and they will use me to fuck you as they please. I've asked them last week after the wine-tasting I went to."

My mind raced thinking about last week, but it was difficult. They were using her to fuck me, and it was way too slow. I needed relief & I could not think straight... 

She continued: "We got a bit tipsy and I was in such a flirting mood, when I remembered this fantasy of mine - of loosing all control and taking you with me and of you not having any control either. I was flirting mostly with Mike actually, and he was flirting back hard. I let him slip his hand into my panties while I explained that I wanted to have a kinky dinner party, where they make my husband sit and look while a handful of men enjoy my body. But before I knew - I had more alcohol than I thought clearly - all of Mike's friends stood around the two of us. They saw what happened - they saw his hand down there! So I felt brave and told them of this fantasy I had. They were literally bulging, they were so aroused. So I said that if they will do this for me, I'd suck them off in the bathroom."

She was now sounding almost sad, I thought I heard a sob. But the boys were picking up the pace, dropping her on my cock, pulling her off, dropping her, pulling her off... I managed to ask her if she did suck them, and she said: 

"Well yeah, they almost instantly agreed, so we walked out of the venue, straight to the bathroom. I started sucking off Mike - he just yanked his cock out of his jeans. But while I was sucking him, I let them fondle me under my clothes. When I looked up, everyone had their cock out and I could feel my pussy getting so wet. So I stood up, dropped my jeans and panty and positioned myself on the basins. I was sitting with my knees hitched up, back leaning against the mirror, and my swollen pussy rotated forward. Baby, I let them all fuck me so hard. I just remember seeing all that cum oozing out of my pussy when they were finished with me. I'm sorry baby, but I want that again; it was so good!"




Dinner for 7



After that "little" admission, she was pulled off me, made to stand up on her own feet, and I was finally un-tied. We had an insane fuck-fest. She insisted that everyone cums inside her pussy, as she wanted to see that picture again... 



Dinner for Eight - Fifth Course



(Previously - 

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction. 

"Ladies, please remove your blouses."

A cream soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities.  Then Rob gave his second direction.

"Ladies, please remove your skirts."

The wide array of lettuces in the salad drew only moderate consideration from the assembled couples, as temptations to use hands elsewhere overcame etiquette boundaries.

When the salads were cleared away, Rob delivered his third directive.  

"Gentlemen, unhook their bras."

Amidst the appreciation of fine flesh now exposed, chilled bowls of sherbet were served.  These inspired a flurry of creative exercises.  Finally, when the sherbet was either consumed or reposing on the floor, Rob managed to order, "Get those panties off!")   

Wriggling occurred all around the table.  Mark's hands, already fondling Traci's sensitive areas, simply slid the bit of white lace down her hips.  Once past her knees, they fell to the floor.  She lifted one foot from the bit of white lace and swung her bare leg around her mate.  She drew her lover close, locking her lips onto his.  Savoring the softness against her mouth, Traci dreamily gazed around the table.

Barbara and Floyd had slid from their chairs, disappearing somewhere under the table.  Traci considered peeking underneath to see what they were doing, but Mark's hand between her legs dissuaded her from moving.

Ann sat straddling Rob in his chair.  Her fingers argued with the final buttons on his shirt, persuading the final one from its hole.  Rob's fingers, insistently exploring the area uncovered by the missing panties, did nothing to help her coordination.  

Jim knelt in front of Ruth.  Her blond head thrown way back, Ruth moaned and squirmed.

Mark's lips resumed their journey down Traci's body.  If she had thought his hands aroused her, his lips left a trail of flames.  A kiss, a lick, a tug of his teeth - each touch sent waves of heat coursing through her body.  He descended the length of her neck, the valley between her breasts, and the flat of her belly.  Traci abandoned herself to his attentions.     

Her strawberry blond hair trailing over the back of her chair, Traci lost all track of time.  She had no idea how long the server must have been waiting with the entrees before she heard Barbara's voice once again.  Through the fog of pleasure that entranced her, Traci detected the senior female of the group calling out, "Oh, my, we really mustn't make that poor man stand there all night waiting to serve us."

"He's being paid for it," came Rob's mumbled reply.  His mouth was stuffed with breast.  His fingers below kept Ann oblivious to anything else.

Little by little, the guests pulled themselves together - Barbara and Floyd even getting back into their chairs.  Traci noticed how those two couldn't stop smiling at each other.
Juan was exceedingly careful in serving the plates of beef Wellington.  He never once brushed against a bare breast, though exposed nipples hung close against the table's edge.  Juan's restraint, however, did not stop other male hands from caressing the hanging offerings.  Or from wandering elsewhere on bodies clothed only in stockings and heels.


The beef, as well as the twice baked potatoes and seasoned green beans, drew rave reviews from all the guests, at least for a few minutes.  But open views of other possibilities distracted people's attention.  Soon, plates of food sat neglected while men opted for more lively taste selections.     

Traci never saw anyone finish their main course.  But then, Mark gave her little chance to think of anything besides him.  Leaning from his chair, across her leg, his hands and mouth became ever more insistent in their playground.  Traci's moans mingled with similar sounds from all around the table. 

"You keep that up," Traci bent to whisper in her husband's ear, "and you will have to fuck me."

Mark merely grinned knowingly at her.  Neither his fingers not his mouth, wet from her response, rested from their mischievous motions.

As the sensations mounted within her, Traci's hands became frantic.  She pushed his shirt away and clawed under the cummerbund for his pants.  When the button there proved obstinate, she reached for his hardness through the cloth.  She gripped him, and he intensified the flicking of his tongue.  

Traci lifted one foot onto the table, pulling her legs farther open.  Her head lolled back as her moans turned to gasps.  Just as she whimpered, "Oh, you'll make me cum," she heard the same words from Ann's mouth.  The stereo effect tickled a chuckle from her throat. 

But Mark's attentions immediately supplanted the chuckle with whimpers of ecstasy.  Passion mounting unbearably, a climax tore through her with the sound of a small scream.

Spent, the youngest woman of the group lay back in her chair, panting.  She still held her husband's stiffness in her hand.  Lazy strokes pulled the fabric of his tux tight against his hardness, then slid away again.  Traci placed a sweet kiss on his lips. 

For the few moments her eyes would focus again, Traci perused the group.  She watched in fascination as Ruth's body tensed, collapsed with a huge gasp, and then tensed again.  Waves of orgasms sent the golden blond head twisting from side to side.  Jim's hands teasing her erect nipples only added to the effect of his tongue on her slippery cleft.  

Barbara's head was still beneath the table, but Traci could see her legs, spread wide on the floor.  While Floyd may have ignored his portion of beef Wellington, he was not ignoring this portion of his wife at all.  While Traci watched, Barbara gripped her husband's head, her hands yanking the few wisps of hair as the spasm rippled through her body.

Still in her own afterglow, Traci rolled her head towards the head of the table.  Last Traci remembered, Ann had abandoned her food to place passionate kisses on her husband's mouth.  She had stood before him, straddling his lap.  All Traci could see now were her legs, one foot on each of Rob's knees.  Curiosity piqued, Traci looked closer.  

While her low, black heels were on Rob's knees, Anne's hips leaned against his chair between those knees.  Traci scowled slightly, puzzling out that Ann must be nearly upside down, propped up on her neck, her nether regions at Rob's fingertips.  Certainly, with Ann's thighs splayed so wide, Rob had perfect access before him.  He was taking full advantage of it.  

Traci's eyes widened as she saw not two or three, but all four of Rob's fingers plunge into Ann's soaked recesses.  No wonder the hostess' every breath sounded more like growls than breathing.  Rob's hand came away shiny with juice, then plunged again. 

Traci found the combination of watching Rob's hand slide inside Ann and feeling Mark's tongue slide inside herself to be overwhelming.  Her breaths turned to gasps, then uncontrolled grunts.  Her body shuddered, with another scream to match.

As the younger woman strove to catch her breath once more, she smirked.  All four men were so busy eating.  This evening's menu has veered far from beef Wellington, she thought.  More like "dames Welleaten"!

In a few more minutes, all four women lay panting, three on their chairs and Barbara still on the floor.  Rob made use of the lull.  "Ahem," he began, "you will have noticed the main course is now complete."

Dazed faces peered toward the head of the table.  Rob stopped speaking, suddenly noticing his plate full of food.  "Well, if not complete, we're at least finished with it," he said.

Ruth nudged Jim as she pointed to Rob's tie dangling loose, and his shirt hanging askance.  She raised her voice and said, "Hey, Rob!  I thought we couldn't uncover anything until so directed."

"Yes," Rob said, directing a supposedly stern glance at Ann.  "I think SOME of us need a review of the script."  

Ann made an innocent face, then grinned wickedly.  "But maybe there needs to be an adaptation to the script," she said.

Directing a look at Ruth, the hostess slid smoothly from her chair and disappeared under the table.  When Rob's eyes went wide, everyone knew exactly where Ann had gone.

"Oh, no, you don't!" the host cried, hands reaching between his legs.  

"Oh - no - oh - - - oh - - -oh," Rob's protests faded into incoherence.  

Traci quickly checked the woman at the foot of the table.  Sure enough, Ruth also knelt before her husband's chair.  Jim's face beamed pleasure.

Grinning at Barbara across from her, Traci nodded at the older woman, and the two of them sunk below the table as well.  

Just as Traci's lips found their mouthful, she heard Ann's voice call out.  "Juan, please bring the dessert now."



Dinner for Eight: First Course



Traci held the invitation in her hand and read:





Dinner for Eight: Fourth Course



Previously - 

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction. 

"Ladies, please remove your blouses."

A creamy soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities. Then Rob gave his second direction.

"Ladies, please remove your skirts."

The wide array of lettuces in the salad drew only moderate consideration from the assembled couples, as temptations to use hands elsewhere overcame etiquette boundaries.

When the salads were cleared away, Rob delivered his third directive. 

"Gentlemen, unhook their bras." 

A chorus of squeals and short gasps ricocheted through the room as each man enthusiastically reached for his spouse. Traci's husband, Mark, deftly snapped open the front hook of her lacy white bra, and Traci deduced Rob's cleverness. He had observed that each woman wore a bra that hooked in the front - so all eight breasts would be instantly revealed by a single set of snaps.

"Ah, ah, ah, now, gentlemen," the white-haired Rob remonstrated, "patience is a virtue, you know." His blue eyes twinkled. "Let us appreciate what is now revealed, but wait for complete removal instructions." 

Rob's own hands surrounded Ann's creamy breasts. Lowering his head, he enveloped one silver dollar sized nipple with his mouth. Ann moaned.

Not that the strawberry blond Traci could keep track of the others much longer. Her small, perky breasts held up well on their own, and Mark needed no other encouragement to take advantage of them. His nimble tongue toyed with one pink-tinged nipple, while his fingers flickered on the other. Traci was swept onto waves of pleasure. 

She did spare one glance towards the foot of the table. Jim, who had nearly eaten his way into his wife's bra during the salad course, had been granted his wish. Ruth's melon-round breasts hung free of the restraining, red cups. Now, all Traci could see of the man was the back of his head. He was thoroughly buried in his treasures.

Traci grinned momentarily. Then Mark's ministrations on her breasts consumed her.

"Oh, get these things off!" Rob exclaimed, busily pushing straps off Ann's shoulders.

"Excellent instruction, Rob," agreed Floyd, the senior male in attendance. His fingers lovingly caressed their way down his wife Barbara's shoulders, around the sensuous swells of her breasts, and onto the stiffened tips. Barbara's breath came in shortened gasps as his palms teased the very ends of those tips.

The soft sounds of arousal permeated the room, as did a growing aroma of musk and desire. Suddenly, a shriek pierced the stillness.

"What!" Ann yelped. 

Despite their involvement, everyone turned to look at the head of the table. Unnoticed by the diners, Juan had placed small bowls of palate cleansing sherbet at each setting. Rob held his chilled bowl of lemon sherbet in his hand, his spoon at the ready. Ready to scoop it onto Ann's breast, to be specific.

Watching with wide eyes, the guests saw Ann slide away from Rob's dripping spoon, only to end up with her back against the table. She squealed as the chilled silver of her own sherbet bowl grazed her arm, and then again as Rob plopped his sherbet onto her stomach. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaack!" she yelled.

Traci suddenly noticed Mark holding her breast very tightly. Whispering to her, he said, "Now you won't make me work so hard at it, will you?" Traci's eyes popped open as she watched Mark raise his bowl of sherbet. She, too, squealed as the cold confection landed on her breast.

With Mark holding her breast so tightly, and the sherbet balanced on top of it, Traci couldn't turn to see the head of the table. But she heard Rob commenting on the superb quality of the sherbet. "Especially from this particular serving dish," he added. 

Shivering as Mark licked the drips of sherbet off her nipple, Traci saw Jim lovingly spooning lemony bites into Ruth's mouth. Then Ruth reciprocated. Traci had to smile at such a touching demonstration of their love. She also noticed how Jim always had a handful of at least one of Ruth's golden globes.

If she twisted her head just far enough, Traci could catch a glimpse of Floyd and Barbara. Though with one hand they each seemed sedate enough in their consumption of their icy delights, Traci followed their other arms to where they disappeared under the table. She smiled again at the stroking motions she detected there. 

Mark's journey down her body passed the valley between her breasts, and Traci gasped when his tongue ran circles around her navel. Her hands reached for his shirt and fairly tore at the buttons keeping her from his flesh. 

"Oh, no, you don't!" Rob's shout interrupted the party. 

Mark moved with Traci so they could both turn to look at their host. Ann leaned from her seat on the table, holding her bowl of sherbet over her husband's head.

"Well, at least I'm giving you a choice," Ann declared. "Just which head do you want yours on?" The other women laughed heartily at the sight of Ann's sinister grin.

Rob grabbed Ann's arm just above the wrist, and their guests watched in fascination at the arm wrestling that followed. Rob succeeded in forcing Ann's sherbet away from his hair, but Traci wasn't sure that this wasn't playing right into Ann's scheme. As the small bowl began a descent towards Rob's lap, Ann slid off the table. She bent slightly and reached for Rob's belt buckle.

Sensing her goal, Rob grabbed her belt busy hand. The bowl of sherbet swayed precariously as the two struggled to gain control of the buckle. 

Mark turned Traci so her back was to him. She leaned against her lover, so they both could watch the contest, and he took one breast in each of his hands. Traci writhed under his kneading, her concentration split between the show and the sensations. 

Giving up on defeating the belt buckle, Ann switched to pulling on her husband's shirt tails. The sherbet zeroed in on the soft skin of Rob's belly. Rob tried pulling Ann's hands farther apart, but she kept the sherbet, wobbling in its bowl, on its course.

Traci heard a deep groan from across the table and looked at Floyd. Judging from the speed of Barbara's strokes beneath the table, the man was not long for this world. Though to look at the glaze over Barbara's eyes, her husband's caresses had already removed her far from any mundane plane of existence. 

"Aauuuuuuuuuugh!" Rob bellowed. Traci glanced back at the head of the table in time to see the sherbet slide off his stomach and onto the floor. Ann smiled ever so sweetly and commenced licking up the drips. This time Rob didn't stop her as she undressed him. She unbuttoned one button after each swoop of her tongue.

When Traci looked the other direction, she found Ruth and Jim swallowed up in each others arms. Jim's fingers ran first through Ruth's golden curls, then down her back, and finally across the mounds of her hips. Ruth's hands undid clothing fasteners as they explored both the front and back of her man. 

The ping of a knife striking a crystal glass rang through the room. Traci looked back at Rob again. He was leaning over his wife's head, while her tongue still licked at supposed drips of sherbet. He strove to get everyone's attention. As Ann's hands ran up his body and circled his nipples, she made it anything but easy on him.

"Obviously, THIS course is finished," their host managed to say. He attempted to catch Ann's hands as they wandered his torso. "It's your turn again, ladies." 

Finally capturing Ann's roaming hands, Rob concluded his directions. "Get those panties off!" 



Dinner for Eight - Second Course



In Chapter 1:  Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob made his first script announcement. 

“Ladies, please remove your blouses.”

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Stifled twitters bubbled through the dining room. Traci peeked through her strawberry blond bangs at the other guests. Ann, at the head of the table, looked down at her lap. Traci saw her smile, however. Ruth, at the foot of the table, glanced sideways at her husband, Jim. Beth, the trim senior of the group, grinned at her plate. A similar survey of the men revealed approving nods directed at Rob’s idea. 

Ann, her dark hair swinging away from her face, looked up first. Locking gazes with the golden haired Ruth opposite her, the hostess reached for the buttons on her blouse. Ruth followed her lead. In tandem, the two women undressed - Ann unbuttoning the smooth satin of her blouse, while Ruth pulled the sparkly stretch knit over her head.  Looking across the table at Beth, Traci met the older woman’s gaze. Traci giggled at the conspiratorial grin that spread across Beth’s face. Together, the women followed their instructions. Traci lifted the lace of her blouse. Beth slid silk down her shoulders. 

Chilly air touched the women’s newly exposed skin, and Traci felt her nipples stiffen. She saw Rob’s appreciative smile at the sight of Ann’s half-dollar-size nipples pushing against her bra. Frank was taking inventory around the table, while Jim glanced between each woman and back to Ruth. Finally, Traci turned her face towards Mark. The way his gaze caressed her breasts, they might not have had any lace covering them at all. 

Ann leaned over to whisper something in Rob’s ear, and he took the opportunity to run his hand over her breast. Immediately following their hosts’ lead, the other men’s hands reached for their partners. Sliding across bare shoulders or down to lace restrained swells, each man’s fingers savored pliable flesh. 

His hand never leaving its soft handful, Rob beckoned the server over. Juan listened to the brief directions, then walked to the thermostat on the side wall. When Rob noticed his guests following these actions, he said, “Much as I may appreciate the effects of cooler air,” and here he squeezed the tip of Ann’s nipple so that she started and gasped, “I do intend to have these visions of loveliness entirely comfortable.”

His guests chuckled, but Traci was distracted by Mark leaning over to kiss where her neck met her shoulder. A flow of warmth spread inside her.

Ann’s creamy breasts were enclosed in a black bra. The lace plunged between her breasts, almost revealing nipples. 

A black bra also enveloped Beth’s tanned breasts, golden mounds outlined in dark frills.

Ruth’s ample globes were held in red translucent cups. Darker red lines swirled through the fabric, but they couldn’t hide the tantalizing shadow of her nipples. 

Traci’s youthful breasts rose from white lace. Looking almost chaste in its purity, the white only exposed the dark nipples underneath. The lace scooped low over her cleavage. 

With circumspect glances, Traci watched the men’s eyes linger over each pair of breasts at the table. She smiled as she realized that each man there tended to look towards his partner more than at the other women. Ann and Rob knew quality people. 

The ensuing caresses on all sides were interrupted by the arrival of the next course of the dinner. Juan deftly placed soup before each diner. Ruth looked at the bowl in front of her, cocked her head to one side, and smirked. “Cream soup, eh, Ann?” 

With that wide smile of hers, Ann answered, “But, of course!” Whereupon, she drew a suggestive finger in the air across Ron’s lap, then across her teasing tongue. All the while, she kept her gaze steady on Rob’s eyes. Her guests laughed

Jim and Frank both arrived at the same idea at the same time. Frank’s crinkly smile leaned toward his date at the same time that the dark eyed Jim leaned toward Ruth. Deep kisses followed. Neither Beth nor Ruth protested.

Despite their hands often being otherwise occupied, everyone finished their soup. Juan cleared the soup bowls, and the men turned eager eyes towards Rob. Traci licked her lips in anticipation, while Beth ran nervous fingers through her silver blond hair. Ruth leaned her head on Jim’s shoulder, and Ann sat once again clasping her hands together.

Grinning at all the attention on him when he hadn’t said a thing yet, Rob relented and began speaking. “Obviously, you’ve each noticed that our second course of food has been consumed.”

No one else said a word.

“It’s now time for the second course to be provided by the lovely female guests of the evening.”

No one moved. “Ladies,” Rob said to his rapt audience, “please remove your skirts.”



Dinner For Eight - Sixth Course



(Previously - 

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction. 

"Ladies, please remove your blouses."

A cream soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities.  Then Rob gave his second direction.

"Ladies, please remove your skirts."

The wide array of lettuces in the salad drew only moderate consideration from the assembled couples, as temptations to use hands elsewhere overcame etiquette boundaries.

When the salads were cleared away, Rob delivered his third directive.  

"Gentlemen, unhook their bras."

Amidst the appreciation of fine flesh now exposed, chilled bowls of sherbet were served.  These inspired a flurry of creative exercises.  Finally, when the sherbet was either consumed or reposing on the floor, Rob managed to order, "Get those panties off!"

Barely a taste of the beef Wellington passed the guests' lips as the men all favored the recently exposed treats.  But the women then took matters into their own hands, or mouths.  When Rob was no longer inclined to speak, Ann made the next request, "Juan, please bring the dessert now.")

Each of the four woman knelt before her husband's chair.  Each of the four men sighed at the pleasures enveloping him.  Silently, moving with the poise of experience, Juan delivered a dessert tray to each place setting.

Her strawberry blond hair swung at shoulder length as Traci's head moved up and down. She kept a slow, long rhythm, matching the mellow strains of the jazz ballad from the sound system.  Her nails kept a light counterpoint on the looser skin just beneath. 

Despite her concentration between her husband's legs, Traci noticed the slight difference in sounds a few minutes later.  Curious, this youngest woman at the gathering slid her hands where her mouth had just been and looked up at the head of the table. 

There, the hostess for the evening, Ann, stood.  Gleams of candlelight reflected from her dark hair.  Traci could see her carefully assessing the array of foods on her tray.  With her right hand, Ann kept intimate contact with Rob.  Traci watched as Ann leaned close to her husband and said, "Rob, dear, move that cute little ass of yours up here on the table."

"Mmphfmfff?" replied Rob, his head tipped back and his eyes closed.

"Now, now," the dark-haired woman reiterated, "you heard me.  Get yourself up on this table."

"What!" 

Traci chuckled.  Obviously Rob had understood his wife that time.

 "Do you like this, my dear?" Ann asked solicitously.

"MmmmmmmMMMMMM," Rob groaned.

"Then you'll stand up here," Ann continued, "and lay back here."

Traci watched in fascination as the hostess laid her husband on the table between their trays of desserts.

"See?  That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Ann reassured her partner.  

"Ohhhhhh, yessssssssssss," replied Rob.  

Traci chuckled again.  Rob's reply might not mean what he said, but there was no doubt about the level of enjoyment he had expressed. 

Ann bent to the edge of the table, taking her husband's stiffness into her mouth.  Surrounding just the head, the hostess touched her lips to it ever so gently.  Traci was sure Rob no longer noticed he was lying on a table.

Following a look Ann sent to the opposite end of the table, Traci turned her head.  There, Ruth's heavy breasts bobbed as she cajoled Jim onto the table.  Just as Ruth had, Traci and Barb caught Ann's unspoken agenda.  The two women began whispering enticements to their spouses as well.  Soon, four male torsos sprawled across the white expanse of the tablecloth.

And there could be no doubt about them being male.  Four erect poles of desire announced both their gender and their interest.  Not that any announcement was needed to attract the women's attention.  Tongues and lips and mouths savored the treats rising before them.

Ruth made long licks from the balls between Jim's legs up the entire length of his hard cock.  Barb took little nibbles around the top of Floyd's reddened head.  Ann sucked one ball in and out of her gentle mouth, while her hand slowly covered and uncovered her husband's dick.  Traci opened wide and swallowed inches and inches of Mark's long penis.

Traci had her eyes closed for a while, the better to concentrate on Mark's reactions to her touches. She felt his breathing quicken when his cock hit the back of her throat, or when she stopped halfway and circled his head with her tongue.  She also tasted the spurt of pre-cum.

The nipples on the small breasted woman were pointed knobs when she felt her husband's balls draw up close to his body.  She slowly slid her lips off his cock one last time and ceased her movements.  It wasn't time to let a climax overtake her love.  No, not yet.

Looking toward the head of the table, Traci stared in surprise.  Ann had taken portions from her dessert tray and created a dick sundae!  Traci craned her head to identify all the layers decorating Rob's private parts.

There was pineapple making a ring at the base of the tall, stiff center.  A layer of whipped cream held a row of raspberries in place around his rigidity.  Traci thought the green layer must be kiwi slices.  She glanced down at her own dessert tray for confirmation.  Indeed, kiwi was available. 

Mischief dancing in her eyes, Traci reached for her own dessert spoon.  The strawberry blond laughed when Mark yelped at the first touch of the chilly whipped cream.  Carefully, she spread the foundation for her own cock tower.

Between layers, Traci watched the other women.  The golden blond Ruth  experimented with how to get a cherry to balance on the top of her husband's fruit bedecked erection.  Barb had opted to make a bed of whipped cream and chocolate on Floyd's stomach.  After she had licked Floyd's dick down into the dessert, she watched it spring back towards the ceiling.  Then she slowly licked all the sauces off it.  

While Traci smooshed cherries into the chocolate now covering Mark's cock, Juan stood nearby - with a camera.  He had taken a photo of Ann's creation on Rob already.  Traci appraised her decorating once more, then nodded to Juan.  She put her face next to the hard, colorful pole and smiled with her tongue just touching her lips.  Juan snapped the picture.

"Ann, I love these raspberries," Ruth complimented the hostess.

Ann took one finger and swiped whipped cream off her cheek, into her mouth.  "Mmmmmmm," she answered Ruth, "I think I like the pineapple the best."

"Oh, no," piped up Barb, "the CHOCOLATE!"  The women all laughed at her deep appreciation.

"But," Traci interrupted, "let's not forget the centerpieces."

"Oh, nooooooooooo!"

"Never."

"Not a chance," came the replies.  Grinning, the women returned to eating their dessert creations off their husbands.

Long minutes later, Rob took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows.  A look of exquisite indulgence gripped his face, but he scooted off the table and spoke softly.  "No one can compare to you, my dearest non-follower of directions, but I will wait no longer."  And with that, his arms surrounded his ample bodied wife and pressed her to the floor.

Rustling from all around the table gave evidence that the other men were following the host's lead.  Traci let herself be lowered to the floor.  Before abandoning herself to delicious kisses, she scanned the room, peering between the legs of the table.

  Barb crouched on top of Floyd, her mouth still enjoying cock au chocolate while Floyd's tongue flicked at the pink lips between her legs.  Ruth sat astride her husband.  Her breasts swung with each motion, nipples hardened, as she alternately lifted herself and plunged down again.  As Traci watched, Jim reached for the globes dangling above him, and Ruth moaned at his touch.

Peeking under the table the other direction, Traci saw Rob swing Ann's legs over his shoulders.  Despite Rob's bulk blocking the sound from the hostess, Traci nonetheless heard a most appreciative moan.  Rob's own sounds of appreciation joined his wife's.

Traci turned her attention to Mark as he kissed her lips, fondled her breast, and fingered her wetness.  She opened her legs wide, then wider, beckoning him to her.

Mark hovered above her.  She pulsed with longing.  The full, strong length of him entered her, and a warmth spread within her.  Between her legs, oh yes, there.  But also throughout her being.  Full.  Right.  Complete.

"Welcome, my love," Traci murmured in her husband's ear.  "Please do come inside."



Dinner for Eight: Third Course



Previously: 

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob made his first script announcement. 

“Ladies, please remove your blouses.”

A creamy soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities. Then Rob gave his second direction.

“Ladies, please remove your skirts.”

Light laughter met his request. Traci had guessed he would ask for them to remove their bras. Judging from the laughter, she thought several others had guessed the same.

When no woman rose from her chair, Ann looked pointedly at each one, pushed back her chair, and stood. A slight bow in Rob’s direction set her dark hair to swinging. With an eyebrow raised towards her husband, she unbuttoned the side of her skirt. She swayed her hips unnecessarily and slid the satiny length down her legs. Stepping out of it, she handed the skirt to the serving man, Juan. He draped it over his arm.

Traci smirked as the servant stepped to her side of the table. Brushing strawberry blond bangs from her face, she stood up. Wriggling her hips from side to side, she worked the slinky skirt down her hips. Just on “accident” she bumped her bikini clad buttocks against Mark’s tuxedo clothed arm. He wasted no time in running his hand over the taut skin as she bent to step from the skirt.

With two skirts over his arm, Juan walked toward the golden blond Ruth. Ruth rose with a sassy bend to her back, thrusting the red bra enclosing her ample breasts far forward. Bay Watch would be proud, Traci chuckled to herself. Ruth unwound her skirt from her waist and flipped it to the server with a flourish. The guests applauded. Jim’s eyes devoured her stocking sheathed legs.

Finally, Barbara rose. Putting on a modesty obviously reminiscent of her upbringing from six decades ago, she pressed a hand to her exposed chest and looked wide eyed at her mate. His face crinkling in delight, Floyd laughed aloud. Barbara stepped demurely behind the back of her chair, and slid out of her skirt as if the chair hid her. Floyd craned his head, unabashedly watching as she undressed. 

As Barbara continued to hide behind her chair, Floyd reached out and lustfully surrounded her hips with his arms. Sweeping Barbara’s supposedly resistant body to himself, he buried his head in her sweetness. 

Barbara giggled and tugged playfully at the wisps of hair on his head. Floyd was not about to be moved from his prize. 

Traci, once again seated next to her lover, felt Mark’s arm move around her. She turned to receive his kiss. His right hand slid up her thigh while his left wound its way through her hair. He pressed her lips to his.

Ann was nearly onto Rob’s lap as their kisses lengthened. With both her legs draped over his lap, Rob had excellent access to play areas.

Jim leaned over Ruth, pinning her passionately to her chair. His hands roamed the softness of her body.

But Ruth’s outspokenness could not to remain acquiescent for long. “Hey, Rob,” she called out from under her husband’s weight. “When do the guys remove something?”

“Hush, you hussy!” Rob called back. “There is only one director for each script, and this one is mine!”

If the men laughed a bit more heartily than the women, they were soon forgiven in a torrent of fondling kisses. 

It was Barbara who noticed the server waiting with the salads. “Oh! People! Let’s not make this man’s job TOO difficult!” she called out between giggles.

The flurry of activities between spouses settled down enough that the salads could be placed in front of each person. Traci noted that no one ceased touching their mates, however. If Ann wasn’t stroking Rob’s cheek, he was running fingers across her thighs. Jim barely ate any of the excellent assortment of lettuces, he was so busy licking around the edges of Ruth’s bra. Barbara head disappeared into Floyd’s lap about as often as Mark’s disappeared in hers. 

A deep, satisfied laugh burbled out of her thirty?something throat. At this rate, they might never get to the entree.  

Jim’s explorations around the cups of his wife’s bra were pushing the edges of filmy fabric farther and farther, when Rob declared, “Oh, no, Jim! What is covered is off limits until properly revealed.” 

When the other guests stopped to see what he meant, his clarification was met with a mixture of laughter and groans. Mark had been very busy in Traci’s lap, and he pulled away only reluctantly. But not as reluctantly as Jim from the gorgeous mounds of Ruth’s chest. 

“Jim!” Rob called out again, laughing at his friend’s complete concentration. “Not yet, Jim!”

Jim finally recognized his name, and the table laughed again at his expression of confusion. Ruth leaned over and said directly in his ear, “Rob, the director king, says you can’t uncover anything until he says so.”

Jim turned a betrayed look at Rob, which only made everyone laugh harder. 

Rob suddenly turned sympathetic, and said, “You’ll get there, Jim. I promise.” Jim, having now mentally rejoined the rest of the group after his brief foray into his enraptured space, grinned in response. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Rob,” he declared. He put his arm around Ruth and pulled her to him. 

“Speaking of exactly that,” Rob began in a voice redolent of his days as a CEO. But then he stopped. The room fell silent. Traci’s heart beat faster. 

“This concludes our third course of food.”

Oh, thought Traci, the man could draw these directions out something painful! Rob stopped speaking again and openly leered at each woman around the table. Traci felt herself blush at the lust communicated as he looked at her breasts. She couldn’t help but chuckle, though, at the look of hope that came across Jim’s face.

“Yes, I do believe I owe it to Jim to keep my promise.”

The man stopped yet again, and Traci willed herself to breathe. She bit at her bottom lip and looked at Ann. Ann’s cheeks were flushed, and her hands were clasped together once more. The hostess looked down, a study in anticipation warring with excitement.

The men leaned forward, eager to hear the next pronouncement. Floyd’s tongue hung out just a bit, in a motion Traci was sure was unconscious, but nonetheless indicative of the direction of his thoughts. Oh, yes, thought Traci, looking back at the head of the table, Rob is going to give Jim his desire, isn’t he?

“Time for the third course from our lovely ladies.”

When Rob paused this time Traci thought she might scream at him to just go ahead and SAY it.

Finally, looking directly at Jim, Rob surprised them all by saying, “Gentlemen, unhook their bras.”

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Dinner for Four



I always fantasized it would be this way. I never wanted it to be this way. I still remember the day. It was a dream comes true. It was a nightmare. I loved it and I hated it.

It all began with simply enough, when Liz and Doug moved in down the road.

We live in the country on five acres, as do most of our neighbors. We like it this way – we have enough room to have our privacy but we still have contact with other humans…


The dinner was where it all happened. Laura had me well trained by then, she had me eating out of her hand as well as everywhere else she wanted, and I loved it. 

We arrived at Doug and Liz’s around seven. We were dressed semi-formal as they had asked, though I was wearing my special underwear that Laura had purchased just for me – it was like a black leather thong.

We started with drinks right away, and we would have had some catching up to do if Laura and I hadn’t had a cocktail beforehand. We talked and we chatted and had an appetizer. Laura was more affectionate with me than usual – when both of them were out of the room she kissed me on the lips and stuck her tongue in my mouth and licked all around inside. When she heard them coming back, she gave my crotch a playfully hard squeeze before they entered the room.

At dinner however, I sat next to Liz and Laura was next to Doug. The food was light but excellent – salad and a pasta dish. We were finishing our second bottle of wine when I felt a hand on my thigh near my knee. It felt good and I was feeling good and it took me a few seconds to realize that Laura was across the table and so it had to be Liz’s hand. I slowly looked across the table to see if anyone else was aware of anything, but they seemed oblivious. Liz slowly stroked my thigh, working her way toward my crotch. 

I could feel myself stirring. 

It was about then that Doug started to move in his chair slowly. I noticed that Laura’s arm was not on the table but underneath it. Watching carefully I could guess that she was feeling him. I had a sudden thrill – the idea of Laura touching another man both excited me and made me jealous, but it made me instantly hard and I wanted more. Laura picked up my glance and spoke to me.

“It’s your dream come true.”

I felt Liz’s hand slide up to my crotch, realize how hard I was, and then drop away. “Geoff, could you please help me clear the table?”

My thong was tight so I wasn’t obviously showing. I stood up and grabbed my chance, walking around to the other side of the table to get Laura and Doug’s plates. Laura’s hand was under the tablecloth, but not on her side of the table. I pushed through the swinging doors into the kitchen and put the plates in the sink as directed. I was on my way back to the table when I heard Liz’s voice.

“Not yet, Geoff.” She grabbed my shoulder and when I swung around she kissed me full on the mouth. My erection had subsided slightly but instantly hardened again. I kissed back hard and our tongues explored each other. She stumbled back slightly and into the center counter where I pressed my crotch up against her. She disengaged her mouth and moaned slightly, then put her mouth against my ear and softly and slowly said “Geoffrey, obey me”

I was shocked. These were the code words that Laura used when we were playing, and they meant I was instantly to become her slave and obey her. If for some reason I couldn’t, I would find a way to pass, but otherwise I would respond with “Yes, My Mistress”, which is what I did now after a slight hesitation.

“My Boy”, she said, using the command phrase we had adopted, “Go clear the remaining dishes from the table. Ignore anything else that you see in the dining room, and return swiftly”.

“Yes, Mistress” I replied.

I was dazed at all that was happening and all that Laura had betrayed or told but I did as commanded. When I went through the doors I saw she was passionately kissing Doug, who was alternately gently kneading her large breasts through her blouse and unbuttoning it. Neither of them paid any attention to me as I retrieved the rest of the dishes, and I did not stare directly, though again I was both thrilled and pained. I wanted to see more. By the time I was done Doug had Laura’s blouse mostly unbuttoned and was wedging his hand under her bra. 

I went into the kitchen and said, “Mistress, may I see more?”

“Put the dishes in the sink and come here”

After I complied, she walked up to me and quickly unbuttoned my shirt and striped it off of my shoulders. She then turned me around and guided me back into the dining room.

I expected to see Laura and Doug climbing all over each other. Instead, two pairs of hands grabbed me roughly. My arms were pulled over my head and shackled at the same time a ball gag was placed in my mouth. Laura pulled of my shoes and socks and then rose and said, “It’s your fantasy come true, Geoff”

And it was my fantasy come true. I had often fantasized about being at the mercy of another woman and I had often fantasized about Laura being with another man, and now they were both happening. I just wasn’t sure I wanted fantasy to become reality. Laura gave me a chance though; she whispered in my ear, “Here’s your chance to say enough. We can stop now and go home and forget this ever happened” and she looked me in the eye and did not say the obvious which was “and you will never have this opportunity again”. 

I looked her in the eye and I could tell she was turned on and that was all I needed. When she moved back to my ear and whispered, “This is your only chance. Do you want to continue?” I nodded.

I had shyly told Laura about my fantasies one night in bed after a bottle of wine and some sex. I first discovered it when she talked about an old boyfriend and with some gentle prodding from me, would talk about the sex too. I experienced pangs of jealousy along with a growing hardness and excitement, the kind of excitement that comes from thinking about illicit sex. And I was comforted to know that I had told her when I had fantasized her with another man, they were only fooling around and no fucking was involved.

Bondage was always part of it too. We had played around within a few weeks of getting to know each other, and that went both ways, though I definitely enjoyed being the one tied up. So my other main fantasy was that I would be tied up and the helpless toy of some other women. Tonight, both of those fantasies were coming to life.

Laura walked back over and sat next to Doug, who started to nuzzle and kiss her, but they were now an audience for Liz and Me. “Now Boy, I will do as I please with you” Liz said, and she moved over and unbuckled my belt. She licked each of my already stiff nipples once and blew on them while she undid my pants, and then she knelt in front of me and slowly unzipped them. They slid to the floor.

She paused for a moment. I felt my erection pressing against the tight leather thong, and that just made it harder. I realized now that I had thrown myself into a position beyond my control. I struggled in the shackles and bit on my ball gag, but there was little play in either, and I could see this excited Liz. I was helpless, and no matter if I changed my mind now it was too late – My wife was going to have sex with another man, and I was going to be seen by another woman and be her toy.

Liz stroked the front of my thong. “Very nice. Not as big as Doug, but very nice. Let’s get a better look at things.” And then my night’s journey really began. 

She slipped her hands around and grabbed my ass, running her hands over my exposed cheeks and then under the thong. Her hands slid to my front and stretched it out, and some of the pressure was relieved, but then she let go so now I had a blunted tent pole sticking out. She took that part of the thong in her mouth and gently bit on it, and then pulled quickly away. She ran her hands back around and pulled it halfway down, so the base of my shaft was barely exposed, and then she ran her legs down the inside of my legs and up the outside, playing with me, until she suddenly yanked the thong off and my penis sprung out at her, rigid as could be. “Oh, this is nice and very hard. Let’s keep it that way. She brought out a small black Velcro strip that she fit tightly around the base of my cock. I had heard of cock rings, but never tried one. I slowly swelled up a little bigger and harder. “I like that”.

Liz examined my penis from all angles, occasionally touching it or my balls. She ran her hands inside my thighs. She moved behind me and licked my ass and then chewed on it gently, then moved away and smacked it hard. She spread my cheeks and put something cold against my asshole, then pushed what must have been an ice cube inside.

She paused for a moment, undid my hands, and guided me to a straight back wooden chair. She sat me down in it and then cuffed my hands behind my back and to the rungs of the chair. She undid my gag, removed her blouse, sat on my lap, and put her bra up to my face where I stretched out my tongue to lick her bra where her nipples were bulging out. She admired the length and dexterity of my tongue and then ground her bra against my mouth and stroked my cock. I was getting ready to come. 

Suddenly she pulled away, put the gag back in my mouth, and turned to Laura and Doug. “Laura, it’s your turn now. Douglas, my boy, you will obey Laura.” 

“Yes, Mistress”, he replied.

Laura turned to Doug and commanded him to stand. She unbuckled his pants methodically and pulled them down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. I could see the bulge in his underwear and it was quite big and tight. Laura knelt in front of him now, took his hands and placed them behind his back, and the nuzzled his underwear.

She then pulled back, grabbed the waistband, and tore his underpants down. His dick was huge. 

“Oh God” she said, and then took as much as she could of him into her mouth and started to work on him. I could imagine everything he was feeling. Laura loved to suck my cock more than I liked having it sucked, and she was great at it. She would put it in her mouth and move her tongue all over the head, she would take it out and nibble at the sides, she would lick my balls and occasionally around my ass, and then come back and start all over. When I got close to coming she would slow down and then build me up again. She wanted it to last longer for her, and she wanted to tease me. This is what she was doing now with Doug.

I was really turned on. Liz was stroking me occasionally while she watched and also fingered herself, but when she realized how stimulated I was she backed off.

Finally Laura got serious on Doug, taking him full in her mouth and gently pumping her head while her hands squeezed his ass and then she worked a finger around into his anus. He groaned and shuddered and then convulsed and bucked and Laura stayed with him, taking all of his cum in her mouth and then licking up the remnants. 

She stood up and I could tell by looking at her that she was really turned on. Doug collapsed in a chair while Laura walked over to Liz and kissed her on the mouth, then undid my gag and did the same to me. She had saved some of Doug’s semen for both of us and I gagged slightly on it before controlling myself. She replaced the gag in my mouth and then whispered’ “I want him to lick me – is that OK?” and it was a question and a command but either way I would have said yes.

It was all still turning me on so much and part of me was scared because we were going some place we had never gone and we could never go back but I had already ridden the roller coaster to the top and then gone over the crest when she first gave me the chance to stop, and I was not going to derail things now. 

Laura was so turned on too and that had always been part of the whole attraction to the submissive thing – I love her so much that I want her to be happy and satisfied whatever it takes – and I would enjoy any thrill she got.

Liz and Laura talked softly together and then disappeared into the living room for a couple of minutes. Liz returned and stood in the doorway. Addressing Doug she said, ”Boy, you will help me with this slave and then you please Mistress Laura with your mouth”.

They released me from the chair and took me out to the living room. There were two large foldout leather couches there and both had turned into beds and were next to each other. Laura was kneeling on the farther one. They guided me to the nearer one. They had me lay on my back, and then tied my hands to the two top corners with restraints that must have been built in. Liz left the room through an open doorway where I could not see her, but where I found later she could still watch Doug and Laura.

Doug came up to Laura and kissed her full on the mouth, and then after a minute pulled away and removed her blouse. She was wearing a sexy bra I had given her that made her breasts look more delicious than usual. It pushed them up together. He slipped a hand behind her and unloosened it. Then, like opening a present, he grabbed the top front and slowly pulled her bra down off of her breasts. As they fully emerged so her stiff nipples became visible, they both groaned. His mouth flew to her bosom and she reclined on the bed and he was straddling her and licking and sucking her breasts. She loved it and I noticed he was hard as a rock again.

Liz came back in the room now. She was wearing a semi-dominatrix uniform. It was a one piece black leather outfit that covered the bottom half of her breasts and down to the top of her thighs with some kind of flap in the front and a belt around the waist, with short leather boots. She came over to me and straddled my chest.

Doug went to work on Laura now. He was an expert. I had always prided myself on the ways of my tongue, but he was matching me and more. I was watching raptly but I could have told all this from Laura’s moans and cries. He gave her torso a tongue bath as he removed her skirt, and then worked on her legs and her thighs, getting closer to her vagina each time, until he nibbled at it through her underwear. He went down to her feet and gnawed her heels and sucked her toes, which made her quiver and jump, and then rolled her onto her stomach and gave her a massage.

Liz was getting excited too, and she turned her attention to me now. She opened the front of her outfit now so her pussy was exposed. It was shaved clean and she moved it in front of my face. I stretched my tongue out to taste it, but she moved it back so I could barely lick it. Slowly she moved it closed so I could taste her juices, and then moved it away, teasing me.

Doug meanwhile was bathing the back of Laura with his tongue, from her shoulders to her thighs. He then slowly pulled down her panties and went to work on her ass, licking and biting her cheeks. She raised her ass a little book, and he teased her around her asshole before returning to the less sensitive parts of her body.

Liz stopped teasing me suddenly and moved her pussy against my mouth and I began doing what I do best. I supped her juices and licked her lips and then flicked my tongue all around. Her clitoris was bigger than Laura’s and she reacted the first time I touched it. She had her hands inside her outfit and was playing with her breasts; her eyes closed sometimes, sometimes looking at me and sometimes looking at Doug and Laura.

I could tell from Laura’s cries that Doug was working strictly with her anus now, licking around the outside and then penetrating her with his tongue. She was close to coming, though I had never made her come this way. I heard her subside and then they paused and Doug got up for a minute and then returned.

Liz was grinding against my face and I was licking harder and loving it and I felt myself rising to an emotional climax like I have had when I make Laura come this way. She startled me when she exploded; Laura had always built up to a great crescendo, but I knew before she was going to come. Liz just went off and ground her pussy against my face and growled in joy and God I don’t think I could have been more excited. I felt like one little touch to the head of my penis and I would erupt.

She pulled away and left the room for a minute again. I looked over to see that Laura was now on her back, and Doug was worshiping her crotch, his face buried in her pussy while his hands were both up at her breasts, each caressing one and playing with her nipples. She was in heaven.

Doug was returning the favor to Laura. I was sure she was about to come several different times, and then she subsided so I know Doug must have changed his rhythm just enough to make her last. She was loving it and I was mesmerized. At one point she looked over at me and our eyes made contact and I know it sounds weird but I knew she loved me from that look and she knew I loved her from my look and then she gasped and turned her head back.

And suddenly my eyes were covered. I felt restraints around my ankles. Liz was back. She lifted my legs in the air and then I felt the restraints pulling from behind me so my ankles were being pulled over my head and spread apart. My knees bent and my ass was fully exposed and spread. The cloth came off of my face. 

My dick was pointing at my face when she grabbed it roughly and bent it back as far as she could and then put it roughly in her mouth and used her tongue and her teeth on it in a mixture of pleasure and pain for me. Then she stopped, licked my ass, and then paddled my cheeks hard, mixing pleasure and pain. Then I felt something wet on my crack and she slid a finger in, then two, and then three. This too felt good and hurt.

Next door Laura was building to a crescendo again, and I could tell this one would not be stopped. She started to gasp and her pitch got higher and her hips were bucking and then she screamed over and over, louder and louder, her torso rising and falling but Jack was staying with her and this one lasted longer than she ever had with me and she let out one final scream and collapsed on the bed and Jack was drinking in as much as her juice as she could.

She was possessed and in a voice I had never heard her use she said’ “I want that big giant cock in me now.”

My heart was pierced and my body was thrilled. Liz looked at me questioningly and I must have been possessed too because I slowly nodded my head. Liz turned to Doug and said, “My Boy, giver her what she wants as long as she wants it.”

I saw him rise slowly to his knees and his dick was rock hard again and slowly he lowered himself onto her and then gently entered her and in my heart I felt like I was being entered and it was tearing it apart and in my crotch I felt like I was being entered and it felt fantastic. He barely put his head in and then pulled out and fucked her that way and she wanted to beg him to fuck her hard but only did so with his eyes. He slowly got deeper inside her she let out a guttural moan and then he plunged hard into her and she came again just like that and I almost came too. And then he picked up the pace and she was coming over and over again. Dour was now going so fast he was bouncing on her and she was flopping all over and screaming and loving it.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my ass, and then it was being penetrated and I saw Liz looming above me and she was wearing a strap-on and I pressed against it and it hurt but it excited me and then it touched my prostate area and it felt great. It was double-ended and she was enjoying it too. She fucked my slowly but forcefully. I strained against my bonds and it just turned both of us on more. 

Laura and Jeff were switching positions now. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up and then grabbed her hips and swung her around so she was on her hands and knees facing us. She got her first real good look at Liz and me and she loved what she saw and then she locked eyes with me and what passed between us was unspoken and indescribable in words and then her eyes widened and her face contorted as Jeff entered her pussy from the rear. He was standing on the floor behind her and he pulled her hips slowly towards him and she was as vocal as I had ever heard her.




Dinner for Four



I could not believe I had allowed myself to be talked into this. I could barely stand my own parents, so why should I subject myself to hers? I guess if they could create something as wonderful as their daughter, they were bound to be good people. 

My girl, Elizabeth or Li as I call her, was one hell of a negotiator, one hell of a woman really. That’s why I love her. So, after sleeping well into the afternoon, I rolled out of my bed and started to get ready for what was sure to be an interesting night. I shed my boxers, grabbed a towel, and journeyed to my bathroom to clean up the remains of last night’s fun with Li. 

As I approached the bathroom door, I noticed that the light was on and found it rather suspicious. Seeing as I was completely nude, I wrapped a towel around my waist to avoid giving a shock to anyone who may have been hiding out.

I eased toward the door and gently pushed it open, but to my surprise, it was completely empty. Well not completely. On my mirror were several pictures turned around with a message spelled out across them. It read, “Tonight will be even better Sky. XOXO.” I turned over the first picture and smiled down at Lili’s face as I fumbled with the next photo. 

My eyes widened at the sight of girlfriend’s fully naked frame stretched across my bed, then I stiffened at the sight of my angel with her lips stretched around my rigid cock, and almost came when I relished the first of several pictures of my dick penetrating this sweet young girl from every angle imaginable. That little nymph had taken pictures of every dirty little thing we had done the night before. God! This was un-fucking-believable.

I made sure to set the shower a little on the cool side before I hopped in, but the treat I had been left really got me going. As I ran the soapy cloth down my body, I let it glide across my hardening cock while my thoughts floated to my little amateur porn star. I replayed the events of the night before and contemplated how the hell Lili took those damn pictures, and begun to fantasize about where this night would take the two of us. 

My brain sent my hand to work on my lower body, doing a thorough job on my erection. Shooting a huge load onto my shower wall calmed me down enough to bathe and find a clean, coordinated outfit for dinner, before I jacked off again in my room. I still couldn’t get over those damn pictures! Despite my unwavering arousal, my stomach was in knots. I wanted nothing more than to impress these people, because I had seriously fallen for their daughter. So, I checked myself in the mirror a couple times, ditched my Happy Meal watch for my Rolex, grabbed a rose from my kitchen for Li’s mom, and headed out the door. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Waiting has always been difficult for me, and this was driving me crazy. Sky wasn’t running late, but I was running early and man did I wish that I wasn’t. As I sat on the chaise lounge in my den, I let my mind wander to the sneaky surprise I had left my beau. That had to be the boldest move I had ever made in our relationship and I was sure that Skyler was pleasantly surprised. I mean I was surprised that I had the audacity to do it, but my relationship with Sky had given me the confidence to do things I never even dreamed of. Like letting my best friend photograph me fucking him. What can I say, this guy gets me hot in so many ways…it’s just hard to control sometimes.

I sat up and walked to the window just as his car rolled up in the drive. My heart started racing as I walked to the door, but just as soon stopped when I opened it. I had never seen Sky look this good, and that’s saying a helluva lot. But his shoes killed it. My little stud was wearing a pair lime green Converse high tops with his GQ-ed dinner attire. It was adorable! Needless to say, I wanted to devour him.

“You look amazing Sky. I just want to, mmm…”

“I like the way that sounds….”

I leaned in to kiss him, and ran my hands up his back while he reacquainted himself with my ass. As much as I hated to, I cut our embrace short so we could get going. I ran back into the den to grab my clutch and then I headed out the door behind the nicest ass I have ever seen on a guy who’s not Lenny Kravitz. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

As we drove to the restaurant to meet her folks, I couldn’t get over how amazing Li looked tonight. She always looked good, as beautiful as she is I don’t think it’s possible for her not to, but this night she went all out. Her reddish-brown curls were pinned up loosely, and she was wearing a glistening blue halter party dress with the diamond and sapphire necklace I purchased for her birthday. But her shoes…she hated dress shoes with a passion, and loved her self-decorated Cons with all her heart, so I was glad to see her comfortable. In my opinion, they made her ensemble perfect, just like she was.

“Darling, you look ravishing,” I told her with a smile.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to kick your ass, babe.”

“And that is why I love you,” I quickly remarked as I let my hand rest in her lap. She wrapped her hands around mine and held it there for comfort while I drove. I could tell she was nervous, but not half as much as I was.

When we got to the restaurant I parked the car, grabbed the rose, and ran around to open Li’s door. 

“Oh for me?”

“Nope, sorry kid. This is for your mom. But don’t feel neglected, I have something to give you later,” I replied as I wiggled my tongue and thrust my hips at her.

“After the astonishing photo collection I arranged for you this morning, all I get is this silly old thing? Hardly seems fair…” I said as I rubbed Sky’s crotch a little.

“You’d better stop Li or we’ll be late, very late. And by the way, how did you manage to take those pictures?”

“Oh if I told you now, we’d never make it inside the restaurant.”

“Well now you’ve got me a little curious and a lot worked up.”

“Oh poor you,” I said as I guided his hand to my rapidly moistening pussy.

“Where did all that come from? Certainly not me,” I asked as I slid my fingers along this very hot, very wet, very uncovered cunt. “And where are your panties missy?”

“Well I hate lines and I love being naughty. Now we really have to head in.”

“Oh I do? OK.”

I slid my finger into her hot snatch and began to slowly glide it in and out while my thumb massaged her clit. She leaned into me and rubbed my crotch a little harder. I pushed her back against the car, inserted another finger, and sped things up a bit. 

“Oh! Sky this isn’t what I meant!”

“But it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She replied with a moan, and I became relentless in my attack on her pussy. The harder I stroked, the less reserve she showed as she concentrated on simply enjoying the intense sensations running through her body. After just a few minutes, I could tell she was ready to explode, but I decided to milk this for all it was worth. Just as she was about to peak I quickly removed my hand and dropped to my knees. 

My tongue took the place of my fingers, pistoning in and out of this carnal treasure and getting a taste of the succulent nectar flowing freely. When my fingers began to pinch and play with her clit while my tongue was steadily prodding, Li lost it. Her hips bucked wildly at my face and her hands ran through her hair and across her breasts as she succumbed to an erotic torrent of euphoria.

As she came down from pure bliss, I gently lapped at her dripping snatch and massaged her thighs. When her hands reached down to gingerly stroke my face I knew it was time to put the fun on pause. I was really glad that our little tryst relieved most of her tension because now I felt ready for anything the evening had in store.

“Oh my God. You just rocked my world, Sir. And you still look handsome beyond belief! Oh, I can not wait to return the favor.”

“Lili, you can look amazing no matter what and just being near you rocks my world,” was my reply, as I took her by the hand and led her away from the car and to the café. As she walked through the doors, I couldn’t help but notice that our parking lot adventure had no affect on her appearance. She didn’t look at all disheveled; there were no signs of the animalistic encounter that had transpired mere moments before. She was poised, graceful, and ready to face her toughest critics. And because of her, I was ready to face mine as well. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

To my surprise, my parents weren’t at the restaurant when we walked in. I glanced around to double check, and then let the hostess know that our party was starting to arrive. She led us to our table, and Sky and I took neighboring seats for moral support. We talked and sipped water while we waited for my mom and dad to join us, all the while holding hands beneath the table. I got a little antsy being in the presence of Sky all decked out and looking hot; he was absolutely intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist. 

I moved our hands into his lap, and as he talked I began to pet his crotch ever so slightly. He met my stare with a foreboding look, but I had to see this through. My petting soon turned to intensive massaging, and I was sure I would get him where I wanted him, when I looked up and saw my parents walk in the door.

“Holy shit, they’re here!”

“Oh that’s fuckin’ great babe. Look what you did.”

I glanced down and saw that I really did have a knack for getting my boyfriend hot, fast. “You’re going to have to find some way to calm that thing down in the next few seconds.”

“That ought to be easy.”

The Walkers had indeed arrived and were headed toward the table. Lucky for me, I was nervous enough for my little soldier to retreat rather hastily. As Lili’s parents approached the table I stood up.

“Hello Mr. Walker, I’m Skyler Thompson,” I declared as I extended my hand for a hearty shake.

“Skyler, nice to meet you son.”

“Please, call me Sky. And Mrs. Walker, or should I say Miss? The pleasure is all mine.” Lili walked over to hug her father while I reached down to hand her mother the rose. “An American Beauty for the\beauty.”

“Thank you very much Sky, I can see why my daughter is so taken with you.”

“And I see in you why I’m so taken with her. Let me get your chair.” I pulled out her chair and handed her the napkin for her lap, and then took my seat across from her. I figured it would be a lot less intimidating to sit across from Li’s mom and with the look in Mr. Walker’s eyes, I knew I was right. 

My parents were rather impressed with Sky so far and I was very proud. I couldn’t believe I had landed such a gentleman, and such an attractive one at that. I mean, despite the presence of my parents and the importance of the event, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. As soon as he was seated my hand went straight back to his thigh. While the four of us made small talk, I couldn’t resist making the brave move of unzipping my boy’s finely pressed slacks, and taking out what was inside. 

My dad began quizzing Sky on his future plans, all the while indirectly gauging the role I would play in them and sizing up the young man who could potentially replace him as my leading man. I mean we weren’t even close to that sort of relationship, but to a father, every guy his daughter dates becomes a potential son. The thought that my dad was oblivious to the gentle hand job his precious baby daughter was giving to this charming, focused young man was driving both of us crazy with desire.

“Daddy, why don’t you let this poor guy at least glance at the menu so he can get some meat on those bones!”

“Oh, that’s right! We’re here for dinner not an interview,” my mom said sarcastically.

“I suppose we should give this establishment the privilege of making us something to eat now shouldn’t we. We can always catch up later…”

Sky put his menu up to cover his face and gave me that desperate “stop this now” look. His pleading only made me more intent on satisfying him and I worked his cock even harder and faster than before. After just a few minutes I felt his balls start to tighten and new he was about to cum all over my mom. 

I quickly grabbed his napkin and used it to cover the tip of his rod, while I kneaded his shaft rapidly. Seconds later, he came, hard, and there was plenty of it filling the napkin covering my palm. I was positively dumbfounded, because I had managed to jack my boyfriend off right in front of my parents with neither of them being the wiser, and my boyfriend came almost silently. He was able to pass off his orgasm as a Charlie horse, that I pretended to help him massage. My mother just thought it was the sweetest thing as I helped him through his strained muscle.

“Oh babe, are you OK? Is it still tense? I can feel it calming down.”

“It’s getting better thanks to your help sweetness.” I gave her a peck on the cheek as I reassembled myself.

“Aren’t you two just the sweetest? I’m still so happy to actually see the two of you together.”

“And I’m thrilled to meet the people who created such a wonderful human being.”

Sky squeezed my hand and I whispered a thank you for his complement. We all placed our orders, and then my parents resumed their interrogation of Sky while we waited for our meal. The evening went flawlessly, and I was thrilled. My parents were my best friends and it was obvious to me that they adored this boy, supported his ambitions, but most importantly encouraged our relationship. Hell, this was perfect. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… I said goodbye to her parents and agreed to come over more often and spend some time with them as a family. It felt good to know that they approved of me and of my love for their daughter. But their respect didn’t keep me from wanting to ravish their baby girl mere seconds after they departed. As soon as they were out of the parking lot I pulled Li to me and slid my hands to her ass and my tongue in her throat. First hardcore sex photos, then a hand job with her parents sitting just inches away? This girl was too much. Nevertheless, I intended to give her a taste of her own medicine.

“Come on babe let’s head back to my place.”

“Mmmkay…”

We hopped in the car and it suddenly hit me that I still didn’t know how the pictures came about. So I asked, “How the fuck did you take those magnificent pics Li?”

“Oh, well, I didn’t actually take the pictures.”

“What? Then who did?”

“Stacy. She took them from your balcony.”

“Are you shitting me?? You let her watch us together? She watched us fuck?”

“Oh yeah. She loved every minute of it. She thought about coming in to join us on several occasions…”

“Mother fuck! No shit?? Holy crap that’s hot! Oh you are so going to get it tonight!”

“I’d better get it tonight. God, the way you got me off in that parking lot.”

“Fuck the parking lot, just thinking about what went on under the table tonight gets me harder than a goddamn rock.”

“Oh yah? Let’s do something about that.” 

My hand darted toward his crotch before my brain could process what I was about to do. Sky kept driving as I unbuttoned him and struggled to free my very favorite toy. His cock was almost fully erect and continued to swell in its reunion with my hands. I could feel it throbbing, that inflamed hunk of flesh, as it scorched my palm with need. 

Almost instinctively, my hands moved to unbuckle my seatbelt, while my mouth made a beeline for dessert. I ran my tongue down his length and back up to the head, which I then began to tease relentlessly. I heard Sky let out a pained moan and like a vacuum, I engulfed his entire prick and felt his head rubbing against the back of my throat. I developed a slow bob with my head and pointed my tongue to stimulate the underside of his massive meat while I fucked him with every muscle of my neck and throat.

“Mmm, fuck Li! Uh I have to pull over, I can drive like this…Arghhh!” I refused to let up on my beautiful fucktoy while Sky tried in vain to find a place to pull over. He finally settled on the parking lot of our old school.

He adjusted his seat to give me more room to blow him and his mind. I slid my mouth off of his rod and tugged his pants down further to gain access to his sac. My tongue traced the outside of his balls while my fingers teased his prick until finally I sucked his left nut into my mouth. As I started to ease my lips around the other, I jerked his cock very slowly. I was making him crazy and we both loved every minute of it. I finished my attack on his balls and was headed back to my oral prick teasing when I felt his hands pulling me up. 

“I can’t take anymore, come with me.”

“What…”

I went around to Li’s door and almost pulled her from her seat. We went to the back of my SUV and I opened it up and helped her inside. I climbed in after her, pants still undone, and snaked my hands up her dress. Her legs were smooth and radiated heat, but I was headed straight to the source. I reached my target and plowed in with two very anxious fingers. Li squealed in excitement and I knew she was ready to go. In milliseconds her dress was at her waist and my dick was in her hole. She put her arms above her head to keep from hitting it against my backseat, as I fucked her harder than she’d ever had it. 

“Oh. God. Fuck. Me. Hard. Er. Yeah.Oh”

“Take my cock babe, swallow it up with your tight cunt.”

“Hell yah. Give it to me good.”

“I’m going to ride you like a fucking bronco.” I squeezed her tits. “Love it baby, love it.”

I was beyond horny at this point and we both reaped the benefits. I paused long enough to remove my dress shirt and push down the top of Li’s dress, and then resumed my brutal attack on her cunt. I fucked her fast and furious while I sucked her nipples raw. I heard her cry out and felt her pussy spasm, as she came all over my still pulsating member. My hips continued to thrust through her orgasm, and I watched as my prick seemingly split her tiny puss in half. 

It was like watching someone work a carrot through a pencil sharpener, and it was so hot that I grew harder from seeing it. Li’s orgasm subsided and I pulled out to turn her over. I reentered from behind and my cock went even deeper than before. Her lips uttered a pleasured moan, and her hips ground against my pelvis once I was buried to the hilt. I eased myself out and then plunged back into her cavern with relish.

The entire car rocked as I rode this little bull like a good cowboy. She continued to fuck back as my pole rammed into her tight hole and my fingers pinched and tugged her nipples. Seconds later she let out a huge scream and came once again. She came so hard I thought she was going to pass out, but my hips were still thrusting, it was beyond my control. She sort of collapsed onto the carpeting, no longer able to hold herself up, so once again I managed to slide my cock out of her soaking, gripping cunt. 

I laid gentle kisses all over her back, neck, and ass, while my hands worked to lay her on her back once more. I slid her knees up and massaged her thighs, as I prepared my dick for it return. My little soldier slipped right in and I slowly pushed in and swiveled my hips. I was tender and loving and Li was in heaven. Steadily my pace quickened and things got heavy as I once again began to fuck like a madman. My hand rested on her mound and my finger probed her clit, while I worked this pussy for all it was worth. 

I could feel my balls start to stir and knew I wouldn’t be too much longer. Li grabbed onto my ass and fucked me back as hard as she could and I thrust harder still as I prepared to empty the content of a rather full sac into her womb. Just as I was about to blow, Li pushed me back, and twirled around to put her mouth over my cock. She pumped a few times and then slid my meat down her throat as my balls sent gobs of cum down her esophagus and completely filled her mouth. It was more than I had come in my entire life, and Li was savoring every last bit of it.




Dinner for Four



We lay in the back of my car for a few minutes longer, basking in the afterglow, or more accurately, recuperating, before we reassembled ourselves and headed to my house. When we walked in the door it was as if the mind blowing fuck session in my car had never happened, and Li was on me like Michael Jackson on a schoolbus. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue dove into my throat, as she kicked off her shoes. She let go of me and bent down to pick up her sneakers. She planted a kiss on my crotch and then smiled and said “Meet you upstairs.”

She walked up my staircase, leaving a trail of clothing for me to follow. When I got to my room I had picked up her shoes, her dress, her necklace, and her hair pins, and there was an incredibly gorgeous young woman naked, on my bed with her hands wrapped around a small bottle of something.

“What do you have there love?”

“Oh, just another little surprise. Are you going to remove those slacks and join me?”

“I thought I might watch some TV, but I guess that can wait.”

“Hahaha, shut up and get over here.”

I stripped while walking over to my bed and as I approached Li, I realized that she was holding a small bottle of lube.

“Honey, do you really think we’ll need that? Your pussy is already dripping wet.”

“Who said this was for my pussy stud?”



Dinner for Master



I opened the door to the kitchen, put my bag on the table and walked to the answering machine. I hit the button and listened to His voice, deep and sharp in tone asking me where I was. I picked the phone up and dialed his cell number and listened nervously as it rang, counting, one ring, two rings, three, and still no answer. 

I laid the phone in its cradle and walked to the living room and turned on the lights there. Picked up his favorite lap cover and laid it across his chair, hoping that when he came home he would just go there and relax as I made his coffee and brought him his paper. 

I turned back to the kitchen and prepared his coffee and set aside a plate with muffins to snack on while I made dinner. I scrubbed potatoes and browned the meat and prepared it as he liked. I heard the door open and felt the draft of cold winter air hitting the back of my legs. I moved to the sink and washed my hands and turning with the towel in my hands drying them. I walked towards him and kneeled at his side. Laying the towel on the table, I asked him, what can your one get for you Sir?

He looked at me, almost scornful. I want one thing from you, an answer to my question. I looked at him, almost in shock because I could not remember what the question he was talking about.

Almost afraid to ask, I looked down at the floor and stuttered out, what question would that be my Master? He put his finger under my chin, and asked, where were you today? Lifting my face to him, I had no choice but to look into his eyes. I stammered, I was at the market getting fresh meat and vegetables Sir. 

He let go of my chin and sat back, taking my arm, pulled me over his lap, and with a sharp swing of his hand, slapped my ass hard, three times. I jerked at each slap, moaning softly, feeling myself getting damp between my thighs. My moisture was running down between my thighs, and onto his pant leg.

He pushed me off his leg and looked down at his leg. In a loud voice he said, see slut, what you have done? Pushing my face down to his leg ordered me to clean it off. LICK IT NOW BITCH! I began to lick his leg, cleaning his pant leg and making sure I got every drop. I leaned back on my heels with my thighs spread just the way he likes them.

After I finished I asked if he would like dinner. He said yes now and with that went to his chair and put his lap robe on the hassock. I went in after him and picked it up and placed it over his lap as he likes and took off his shoes and put his slippers on his feet. 

I got up and proceeded to the kitchen to finish preparing his dinner. When everything was prepared, as he liked it, I served it to the table and pulled his chair out and went to him and kneeled next to him.

Your dinner is served, Master, may I help you with your lap robe? Yes you may slut. I reached down and took it off of him and was pleasantly surprised. His cock was standing out of his slacks, hard and ready to be taken care of. The smile on his face told me what my dinner would consist of. 

I pulled his chair out from the table, making sure there was enough room for me to crawl under the table and take care of his needs as he ate his dinner. I waited until he was seated and began eating, reached up and stroked his hardening cock a few times then took it in my mouth and began to suck it.

I trailed my tongue up and down the silky shaft as he ate his dinner. I heard him moan off and on as I worked his cock over with my tongue. I teased his piss slit and swirled my tongue around the ridged head a few times. I heard his sighs of pleasure and knew I was doing exactly what I was put here to do. I sucked his cock hard for a few minutes, felt him tense up and then relax as he held his orgasm in check.

I scraped my teeth over the shaft as I plunged my lips to the bottom of his cock and back up it again. I took all of him deep in my throat, to the place it always gagged me and pleased him. I took his balls in my hand and squeezed them the way he liked, feeling him tense up again, there was no way he could stop the impending flood of hot cum, waiting to shoot its way down my throat.

I readied myself for the shot of cum, as it flowed through his shaft I could feel it on my tongue as I lifted my tongue to the underside of his cock and teased it. The vein there stood out and filled with blood as it hardened more. 

Keeping my mouth around his cock, I back his chair out from under the table and slid him away so he could watch me. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth wide. my tongue under the head where he could see cum shooting onto my tongue and down my throat. 

I swallowed and looked up at him. Smiling, I knelt next to him after making sure his balls and cock were all clean of any drops of cum that may have slipped from my mouth. I looked up at him and asked, was your dinner pleasing enough for you Sir?

Looking into my eyes, I heard my master say to me dinner was excellent, but, you my slut are sensational!



Dinner for One



The voice had not returned.

It had been months, and since your strange encounter in the restaurant, the voice had remained stubbornly silent, refusing to reveal itself again. At first, you waited eagerly for it, expecting more, almost delirious with desire, but as days became weeks and nothing happened, your memories of that magical night of lust began to dim, and you grew confused and angry. Doubt slithered through your thoughts, and you were no longer certain of your own memory. Life -- boring, mundane life -- dragged on, a progression of completely normal, rational, dull routines: work, meals, entertainment, sleep. It all now seemed colourless, somehow, and the dreary monochrome surrounding you invaded your thoughts, poisoning your recollection.

It had to be repressed sexual tension, you decide eventually; yes, that was it. You just needed to go out and get laid a bit more often. It had been quite some time, and you're a normal woman with absolutely normal desires, and you'd put them on the back burner for longer than you cared to remember; of course you'd start fantasizing. And that's all it was, you tell yourself firmly. A fantasy, nothing more. You tried to ignore the lacklustre state of the world about you, refusing to acknowledge its lifelessness in comparison with the wondrous, magical, lustful encounter that you insistently categorize as the mere result of sexual frustration; surely things will return to normal once your subconscious finally accepts the simple, comforting logic of that rationalization. And so, every night, you tell yourself, over and over, your reasoned explanation, wrestling with your own thoughts. And every night, something lurking deep in your heart whispers to you that something is missing, that something is horribly wrong; you feel incomplete and alone, desperately wondering why you feel this way.

You grow used to washing tearstains from your pillowslip.

Eventually, your friends begin to notice your melancholy, and attempt to cheer you; you smile, and try your best to find some enjoyment again, but every time they ask why you seem so down, all you can do is laugh and change the subject. After all, telling them that you miss an imaginary voice couldn't help but be taken the wrong way, and after all, it was just some sort of strange delusion anyway -- no point in making things worse.

It was the day you received the wedding invitation in the mail that you finally put your foot down and determined to move on with your sex life; everyone else seemed to be, why should you remain a slave to a voice inside your own head? You just need to get laid -- that's all there is to it. A wedding? Perfect -- time to go hunting.

The dress you settle on is one you rarely wear, mostly because it makes you feel only a step removed from a call girl -- tight and low-cut about your cleavage, it shows your breasts off to best advantage, and hugs every other curve of your body in soft, flowing lengths of blue silk that reach down to your ankle, but the slit up the side allows you to display your legs to entice the eye. Very little is left to the imagination when you wear that dress, but that tiny bit of concealment is what drives men wild; with makeup and your hair falling in soft curls, you've been known to literally stop traffic. You turn in the mirror and smile naughtily to yourself, pleased at how daring you look. It's past time to stop listening to imaginary voices, time to stop waiting to be told what to do by a figment of your own imagination.

The wedding is beautiful, the bride and groom smiling happily, but you barely notice, fidgeting in your seat, waiting for the real entertainment, the reception, to begin. Being surrounded by hundreds of strange men, most of whom can't help but glance at you as you move in your thin silk sheath, makes you want to simply grab one, any one, and beg him for sex. You've never been quite so turned on, and it's all you can do to keep your concentration on the ceremony, your hands nearly shaking with need. You try to calm yourself, try to reason with yourself -- why are you suddenly so desperate for sex? Why now? What's changed? You don't know, and suddenly the depth of your desire begins to frighten you -- you feel barely in control of your own body.

At the reception, you sip at your drink and survey the crowd, hungrily devouring the single men with your eyes, a frantic need burning in your belly. You only need one, and you're almost past caring which one.

"I'm so easily tossed aside? My, my, you are a wanton little slut, aren't you, girl? You can't even be bothered to wait for my return before spreading for any man with a pulse."

Your blood freezes. You drop your glass. No one notices.

"Did you think I'd forgotten you, my dear? I never forget so willing a slut, you know, and you surrendered yourself so quickly to me that I nearly couldn't control myself. But I am patient, and I've been watching you, all along. As you slept, as you worked, as you masturbated and tried telling yourself you weren't thinking of me. But you were, and you knew it was wrong, because I hadn't given you permission to cum, had I?"

A storm of emotions passes through your mind, paralyzing you as surely as headlights paralyze a deer. You want to flee, to hide, to throw the voice's easy confidence back into his nonexistent teeth, to ask where he's been and why he abandoned you, and what makes him think you need permission from him for anything anyway? Anger, humiliation, fear and desire wrestle with each other in your heart, and you nearly blurt out a confused, enraged retort, heedless of the crowd surrounding you.

"Be quiet, slut."

Your jaw clicks shut, and you whimper in confusion -- you want to protest, to storm away, but it feels so good to do as you're told. It satisfies something within you, something deep and primal.

You want to be told what to do again.

It frightens you.

It exhilarates you.

"There's a coat closet in the hall. Go there. Now."

Your body no longer belongs to you, and you feel yourself turn, warmth flooding through your blood as you do as you are told, obediently, as if tugged by an invisible leash, though gently, for you suddenly crave, with all you soul, to obey, the very act of surrendering your volition exciting you beyond measure. You scarcely notice the intervening distance as you hurry out of the ballroom to the dark coat closet. Closing the door, you stand, rigid, shivering with excitement.

The slap is all the more vicious because you cannot see it coming -- pain simply bursts over your cheek, and you collapse in a pile of coats, shocked and hurt beyond the capacity for speech, unable to understand what has happened.

"I thought we had an understanding, slut. I give permission, you get to cum. You should have had more faith in me; you should have realized that I was watching. After all, if I could get you to cum all over yourself in the middle of a crowded restaurant, what else do you think I can do?"

There is a trace of anger in the voice, but it is the hurt and the disappointment that cut you down to your bare soul. You whimper, utterly ashamed of yourself, of your weakness and lack of fidelity. The memories of the past few weeks, of all the times you desperately tried to convince yourself that this strange presence, the presence of a man seen only once, in a photograph, on a website you furtively perused and never dared visit again, was merely a figment of your overactive imagination, rise to the front of your mind, and your shame deepens. You want to crawl on the ground and beg forgiveness for your transgressions and lack of discipline, but your jaw is still shut tightly in accordance with the voice's insistence on silence. And all the time, you are intimately, passionately aware that your pussy is dripping with lust, lust augmented by your shame.

"So, you masturbated without permission. You came without permission. And now I find you here, a cheap whore trying to get a quick fuck from any old bit of flesh with a cock attached. I think perhaps I made an error in judgment -- perhaps you aren't worth my time after all."

It sounds as if the voice is leaving, and your terror at that prospect, your need to be forgiven for your stupidity and absolved of your shame, and your desperate, pounding lust finally conspire to break through the command sealing your lips shut, and you cry out, "No, please, no! I'm sorry! Don't go! Please! I'll do anything, just don't leave me!"

The second blow addles you, tossing you against the other wall of the small, dark coat closet.

"I am quite certain I told you to be quiet; another in such a long list of your failures, I suppose."

The voice sighs, disappointment shading every sound.

"I'm not certain if I can salvage you into something usable, slut, and that makes me wonder if you're much more than a waste of carbon."

You burst into tears, the awful, wretched feeling of failure washing over you, but even now, in the depth of your despair, you find a small flicker of pride in the fact that your crying is silent, that you can, at least, obey that much, even as your breath comes in ragged, hurting gasps. Even as you sit in the pile of coats, weeping quietly, you feel yourself being examined, as you yourself might examine a new bit of clothing that hadn't quite lived up to your expectations and wonder if it can be altered to suit you, or needs to be tossed aside for something better. The moment seems to drag on for centuries, and though you want badly to beg for forgiveness, you manage to choke back all sound.

"So you do know how to obey, if you're slapped hard enough. There may be some hope for you yet."

The voice is deliberate, measured, the voice of someone carefully weighing and judging. You hold your breath, tears still rolling down your cheeks, fearful that any movement at all could cause this strange ghostly presence to leave and never return.

"Challenges always did excite me more than doormats; after that scene in the restaurant, I had wondered if you were going to be too easy to be much fun, but you are obviously such a horny slut that controlling and training you is going to take more effort than I'd thought."

The wicked smile in the voice's tone is clear.

"Good. It may be more difficult, but I always derive more satisfaction from sculpting the difficult ones into serviceable property."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought flashes, Property?, but there is no time for you to examine it closely, as the voice fills your awareness unbearably, forcing out all other perceptions.

You hunger to obey.

"We'll have to start right at the beginning, I see, and that means ensuring that you know your proper place; you are property, and property needs no clothing. Remove that dress, and your panties as well. Now."

The voice's tone does not brook argument. You shiver, a flush of embarrassment colouring your skin -- there are hundreds of people not ten yards from where you sit, after all, and if one of them should walk in on you, nude and alone... But your mind clamps down on its own protests, visions of your own weakness and shame crushing out any notion of further disobedience; you want, you need, to obey, to make restitution for your sins.

It took you nearly an hour to get dressed just so; it takes perhaps fifteen seconds before you're nude in the dark coat closet.

You shiver again, the cold air caressing your skin, and you feel your sensitive nipples harden, standing to attention. But between your legs, your pussy is a wet, raging furnace, boiling with lust and shame and need.

"Kneel."

You nearly bruise both knees, so quick do you fall on them. You bow your head, turning it to one side, revealing your throat in an animalistic gesture of utter, total submission and vulnerability, though you couldn't begin to say how you know to do this. There is a pause, one that seems to last forever, and then a hand strokes your hair; you whimper and try to rub your face in its warmth, relieved that you haven't been abandoned.

"Don't be too confident, little slut -- you're still on probation. And now we're going to see if you have enough potential as a cock worshipper to warrant even that much."

The ghostly hand curls in your hair, and suddenly pulls you forward, roughly; you cry out, and as your lips part, you feel something thick and throbbing push at your teeth. It has been a long time, far too long, but you know, instantly, what this is, and you moan with delight as the cock shoves its way brutally into your mouth.

"This is your one chance, slut -- make me believe you're worth my time."

The taste, the smell, the feel...! You bob your head eagerly, tongue swirling, desperate to prove your worth, but even more desperate for cock; you cannot imagine how you'd forgotten how good it was, to have one in your mouth. It's almost too much for you to bear, and you begin crying again, but this time from joy. Let someone walk in on you now! You don't care -- you'd spread yourself nude in front of all of them, show them all what a real cockslut can do, just to keep this wonderful, spectral cock deep in your mouth.

You can hear moans of pleasure, but you can't separate yours from those of your ghostly lover, so eager and happy are you to have a cock between your lips. You nibble at the head, teasingly, and then plunge your head forward, taking the whole length of it into your hungry mouth, gliding it over the top of your palate, willing yourself not to choke, to take the whole length of it, all the way down deep into your throat, holding your breath so that you can swallow around its bulging girth, tongue swirling. Your lungs scream for air, but you want more -- you want to swallow this wonderful cock forever, the taste of precum coating you tongue, a delightful harbinger of the flood to come.

You can hear the voice groaning with pleasure, and you can't help but feel a thrill at how wonderful it is to please like this. A breath, and then the cock fills your throat again, a hand at the back of your head twitching and convulsing, pulling roughly on your hair. You feel the cock begin to thrust between your lips, its owner fucking your face with desperate enthusiasm now, and you pride yourself in taking all of it, the whole length, swallowing and swallowing, clenching your throat around the head. Never before have you done this, for any man, but the instinct to do so rises from somewhere deep in you, and you become nearly frantic for more.

You want so badly to taste cum.

There is an almost feral growl from your spectral lover as you worship his cock with all of your soul, and then, without warning, cum gushes across your tongue and down your throat, what seems like buckets of it, the taste better than the finest wine. You gulp and swallow and choke, eager to devour it all, but some dribbles down your chin and onto your breasts. You smear it across yourself in an animalistic gesture of love and pride and wanton lust, still sucking on the erupting cock as you do so.

Finally, the flood of cum abates, and you begin licking at the cock before you, lovingly cleaning it in your drool. The ghostly hand strokes your hair, and you moan and coo with utter delight even as your tongue caresses your still-stiff treat.

"My, you love cock more than any slut I've ever come across; I'm pleased. I think I will keep you after all, slut."

Your eyes shut, and tears of gratitude streak down your face.

"Make no mistake -- there will be consequences for your foolish behaviour. But for now, you've earned the privilege of lying back and enjoying your meal of cum. You'll hear from me again. Until then, no masturbating. No cumming. No other cocks. You belong to me now, and I decide when you receive pleasure. No more, until I give permission. Do you understand my dear little cumrag?"

You nod your head frantically, still mewling with pleasure as you suck.

"Good. Now, go."

And then the voice and his wonderful cock are gone, and you are left alone again. You want to weep once more, wanting to feel it between your lips again, and you desperately suck the last drops off your fingers, marvelling at how delicious they taste.

After several minutes, you recover enough to put your clothing back on, but it seems almost unnatural to be clothed now. The dress fits as it always has, but you no longer see it as enhancing your beauty, but rather wrongly concealing your body, hampering anyone from using you properly. You pause at that last thought, but is seems so utterly natural that you let it slip through your mind without further comment. Sliding your shoes back on, you move out of the coat closet and duck into the washroom quickly, checking your appearance. A little mussed, and your makeup is nearly ruined, but a few moments' work restores you nearly to the point where you're hard-pressed to discern that you were just throat-fucked.

Dinner is being served in the ballroom as you return. You can't help but laugh as a plate of appetizers is passed your way.

"No thanks," you manage to chortle finally, "I'm full."



Dinner For One



Diana was used to dinner for one. Her days of romance and spontaneity seemed to have ended some twenty years ago when she wed Carl her, at one time, soul mate and the father to their three children. The routine just fell into a comfortable existence. When the kids were young, Carl coached little league, and Diana was a Girl Scout troop mother. The ideal family really. Occasionally, the young couple would dump the kids off at her parents house and slip off for a romantic weekend, but for the most part Diana and Carl had sex once a week and always in the missionary position. Just part of the routine.

As the kids grew, so did Carl's job responsibilities. Diana often had to play chauffeur, chef, and warden to their children while Carl was away on business. Her husband was a good provider, the kids went to a private school, they lived in an upscale neighborhood, and the garage housed the latest edition that Mercedes offered. Their sex life suffered, but at the time it seemed like a fair trade for luxury and a nice bank account. So it was sex when they found the time and as always, in the missionary position. Just part the routine. 

About fifteen years into their marriage Carl became distant. Diana assumed he was having an affair, in fact she really knew it, but had no proof. Call it a wife's intuition. Diana knew of Beverly, she worked under Carl in more ways than one, Diana presumed. During company office parties Diana would take note of Carl and Beverly's mannerisms. Carl would walk by Beverly and lightly brush his hand on her side. Beverly would whisper something in Carl's ear, or they would just laugh together at some stupid joke Carl told. In fact, Beverly was known as Carl's work wife, a title everyone in the office just loved to tell Diana. Diana came to hate those parties; she felt that everyone was in on the affair but her. It didn't help that Diana had put on a few pounds since her younger days, and Beverly was a stunning blond in her late twenties. Diana confronted Carl many times about Beverly, but he denied it, even after she found a black thong in Carl's glove box. He blew it off as a joke one of his friends pulled on him. But she knew. 

Sex between them basically stopped. Carl hadn't been down on her in years, and they only had intercourse maybe once every two months or so. Without an interested partner, Diana discovered the art of masturbation. What once was taboo and perverted in her mind, became a satisfying way release repressive instincts; besides that, she found that she could give herself a better orgasm than a half-interested, half-limp cock that Carl could muster up from time to time. This ritual became just part of her routine.

A few weeks ago her youngest child left home for college. Diana has a true empty nest. When Carl isn't on a convenient business trip with Beverly, he's at the office, or out to dinner with a client. 

That was a brief history to the sex life of Dina and Carl.

Diana was mopping the floor when the doorbell rang. Her cleaning clothes hung loosely on a body that had found gravity unflattering. She was still attractive enough, but a few small rolls had gathered on her sides over the years. Her big breast sagged in a somewhat graceful way, and her rear-end that once caught Carl's eye, now just blends into her backside without much pop.

Diana opens the door, and sees a man in a uniform. "Are you Diana Matthews?" the man asked.

"Yes."

"Sign here please," he said.

Looking at the envelope Diana asked, "What is it?" as she signed.

"You've been served," the man said while walking away.

Diana seemed stunned. Served? She thought. She opened the letter and began to read. Suddenly, she let out, "That son-of-a-bitch! That fucking son-of-a-bitch!"

Diana did not use curse words that often, those just came out. Carl as ball-less as he was, had just served divorce papers on her while he was out of town. "That bastard! That God damn bastard!" She continued to spew. 

It all made since through the eyes of Carl. He'd been fucking Beverly for years. Now, he can put the final fuck to Diana as his last child left home. Oh, sure he'll pony-up college tuition, but he'd done that anyway. This way, though, he's off the hook for any child support. The weasel kept a committed Diana trapped in a sexless, lifeless marriage for years because the asshole didn't want to pay for the development of his sperm deposit before it turned eighteen. 

Diana had never been a sulkier, and if she was honest with herself, she knew this was coming. She did have a little scorn in her though. He may not have children to pay for, but the rat would pay. Diana went to the phonebook and found the most expensive blood-sucking lawyer in town. Carl was about to get screwed the hard way, dry and right up the ass, courtesy of Goldman, Cohan, and Schwab.

Over the next few weeks Diana fell into a new routine. She would consult with her attorneys, email her kids, and spend time working on a few community projects. And of course, pleasuring herself. Her masturbation became a ritual. After dinner she would pour a glass of red wine and let her mind wonder to arousal. She often thought of a certain stock boy down at the grocery store. He wasn't really a boy; he was probably in his early twenties and working his way through college. Of course, her son was about the same age, but that didn't get in the way of this fantasy, not when you're horny and headed for the other side of forty.

Diana would sit on the sofa and sip her wine. Then she would slowly rest her head back and open up her robe. Her hand would drift down between her thighs as see pictured the stock boy. She always seemed to push her cart down his aisle at just the right moment. He would be bent over stocking the shelf and his firm tight ass hung in midair. One time she stopped right behind him while pretending to read her grocery list. She would look past the small paper in front of her eyes and gaze at his backside. She imagined pulling down his tight pants and running her hands down his ass. She fantasized about bending his bare ass over and licking his balls from the backside. There were other times where she would wait until he turned around so she could see the bulge in his pants. That bulge made her heart race. She could see the outline of a huge cock as it pressed against his pants. Shopping was more than a pleasure. It was a downright porno in the middle of the can goods aisle.

Diana thought of these things as her mature pussy started to wake. Her finger became wet as she traced the opening to her moist vagina. She could hear the sound of her silk slit squishing as she entered herself with two fingers. She let out a soft moan. Her legs opened wider. She brought her other hand down and started rubbing her clit. The soft bulbous tissue hardened with each stroke of her index finger. She put in a third finger and then went deep into her pussy, moving them in and out. Her other hand moved rapidly across her clit. In her mind she had the stock boy's dick in her and giving her a long and hard fuck. Her walls thickened, her toes curled. She even cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me," to the imaginary cock between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, the vision so real, that she could feel his hot cum shoot inside her. "Yes, give it to me. Give it to me!" she said louder. She pumped her hips back and forth. Her opening tightened around her fingers as she pressed her palm firmly down on her mound. The grinding motion and her hand kept the same rhythm with her hips. She felt a little spasm and then the first wave of pleasure hit her. She moaned softly. Her imaginary dick kept thrusting inside of her. More spasms engulfed her slick vulvae. More pleasure. She moved her hand rapidly; she could feel the wetness on her pussy hair as she gave herself one last climax. Her hips slowly came to a stop, her breathing returned to normal, and she rolled over to turn out the light. Diana was asleep within ten minutes. Just part of the routine.  

Days turned into weeks, weeks rolled into months. Her divorce was final, and Carl did get screwed. Diana kept the upscale house, the new car, and a nice fuck-you alimony check each month to keep her in the lifestyle she was accustom to. Carl, if you give a crap about him, came home early one day and caught Beverly with the pool boy's dick in her mouth and the lawn guy's cock up her ass. They were giving the misses a full service maintenance plan. Carl opened the door just in time to see the two guys pullout and drop a double loaded reward on the back of his trophy wife. Karma is a bitch, and apparently, so is Beverly. 

Diana wanted to date, but the circles she ran in made it difficult. Most of her friends were married or, like Carl, traded their wife in for a newer model. The men that were available seemed to fall into two categories: Fat and bald, or bald and fat. Diana wasn't picky, but she wasn't desperate either, yet. She did notice that she was becoming hornier at this stage in her life. And she had her pick of imaginary dicks to comfort her for now. There was the president of her home owner association. She would go to meetings and accidently find herself staring at his bulge. She also liked the UPS man's package. She spent a lot of Carl's money on crap from EBay just to have the UPS man ring her bell. One time during a delivery the man caught her eyeballing his crotch. Her face turned a shade of red that no beet had ever seen before she closed the door full of embarrassment. What am I, a sixteen year-old girl? She thought as she threw the package down. 

Solitude was never a problem for Diana. Carl gave her years of practice living in an empty house, and dinning alone seemed natural to her. She was having the best sex in her life. Her solo act was all she needed, or so she thought. She had her wine, and trashy novels. Sometimes she would watch a little porn to get her off. She didn't view anything raunchy, but there were times when she felt a little naughty and search the Internet looking for videos that had shots of men's cocks ejaculating. She loved to watch cum come out of a man; maybe a little kinky, but whatever it takes when you're having an orgasm for one. 

Dinning out alone was also nothing new for Diana. Saturday was her night out. She usually went to Applebee's or some sort of middle-of-the-road joint. Nothing fancy, just a way to be a part of society. However, on this particular Saturday night Diana decided to mix thing up a bit and go to some off-the-beaten- path bar and grill. She had heard of this place through a friend. The review was, cheap drinks, not crowded, and fair service. That wasn't a five star endorsement, but cheap drinks sounded good. It had been a while since Diana tied one on, and she thought, why not? Why not just drink herself silly to break away from the norm. In fact, why not wear the sexiest clothes that hung in a late forties divorcee closet? In fact, why not put on that skimpy black bra and panty set that Carl gave her a few years back? She never wore them, so tonight, why not? 

While Diana was taking a shower she got the shock of her life. She looked down between her legs and could not believe her eyes. Among the tuft of small black pubic hairs she saw a few coarse gray strands protruding out. It was like an announcement stating, "Vagina closed, no need to enter here!" She was crestfallen. Her age had caught up with her womanhood. Coloring the hair on her head was one thing, but having gray private parts made her suddenly seem like an old maid. Diana stood in the shower. As the water ran down her body she looked at her sagging breast, the roll around her tummy, and the gray hair between her legs. Only one man had ever seen her naked and he traded her in for a thin, perky breasted, black pubic haired woman. Maybe I should just go to Applebee's. No one wants to see an old woman in a skimpy dress, she thought. The debate in her mind lasted until she saw her razor. "Screw it, I'm going out! There's one way to get the gray out," she said to herself. She'd seen a few shaved vaginas in some pornos before and with that, Diana cleaned shaved those gray and black hairs right out of her life. The sight of her hairless groin turned her on a little bit. It made her feel sexy. 

Diana put on her makeup, a little heavier than normal, fixed her brunette hair a little sexier than normal, and then stepped into her silk black panties, a little tighter than normal. Her tiny bra barley held in her massive chest. Her tits squeezed together tight and upright. She found an old cocktail dress in the back of her closet. She could not remember the last time she wore it. But she did remember that she looked good in it. However, after putting the dress on she also remembered putting weight on. The teal dress hung about thigh high and fit snuggly around her torso. Maybe too snug for someone of her carriage. And it was certainly too snug to wear at the annual home owners association charity ball. But this wasn't a ball, and Diana didn't want the norm. All fixed up, she took another look in the mirror. Her cleavage was eye popping. The dress, sure it was tight and inappropriate, but in a sleazy I'm-not-acting-my-age way. It was the look Diana was going for, she wanted to dress naughty, and she nailed it.

Diana was being naughty, but not stupid. She called a cab just incase she got too tipsy to drive. As she waited for the cab she kept thinking what had gotten into her. Is this a female version of middle-age crises? The thought of hooking up with a stranger did cross her mind. Could she have sex without love? Was it possible to view sex as a sport? She thought of that saying, use it or lose it, and wondered if sometimes genitals needed a good workout just like the other muscles in her body. She also thought that how nice it would be to put in thirty minutes on a treadmill and then have a massive orgasm at the end as a reward. The whole country would be in excellent shape, she thought and then giggled. 

The cab finally arrived. Diana stepped outside and made her way to the car. It had been a while since she wore high heels, which made the stroll slightly uncomfortable. The cabbie's eyes grew bigger as she walked closer. Her big breast bounced up and down with each strike of her spiked heels. She noticed the driver staring at her big tits. Normally, that type of behavior from a man would make her feel uneasy. However, tonight she looked easy, nice and sleazy easy. Whatever repressions she had left—suddenly—disappeared in the pounds of cleavage exploding above her dress. 

Something naughty was definitely possessing her. When she arrived at the cab she leaned forward in front of the driver's side window. "Forty-five twenty-one Harbor Way," she said. Her snug rack rested briefly on the open window, and then she popped into the back seat. The cab driver was a tanned man in his mid fifties. The hack's license that hung from his dashboard said his name was Nicholas Damianos. He spoke with a thick Greek accent.

Nicholas started the car, "This address is a restaurant, yes?" he asked.

"Yes," Diana replied.

Not much was spoken during the ride. But the cabbies' eyes did talk a lot. Diana could see that he was watching her cleavage from the rear view mirror. It made her feel good to be viewed that way for a change. She had spent years being the conservative wife, and a doting mother. She loved those roles, but tonight she wanted validation for being a woman. If she could turn one head tonight then that would be good enough. It was a simple plan, really. Turn some heads, get a little tipsy, and then go home for a few rounds of self-pleasure.

The cab pulled into the parking lot. "Nine-fifty," the cabbie said. Diana reached to the other side of the seat to grab her purse. In doing so, her dress slid up past her thigh exposing her black panties to the cab driver. Diana could feel herself exposed, and it excited her. She let the driver take a good look while she slowly went through her purse. Diana finally came up with fifteen bucks and handed it to the man. "My name is Nick. You call me for ride home, yes?"

"Yes, Nick, I'll call," she said. 

Nick took the money. "You make sure now. Tell them Nick. Tell them you want Nick in cab number 054 to pick you up, yes?" he said.

"I got it, Nick. I'll request you," she smiled and then got out of the cab.

Nick stuck his head out the window. "I can be here in ten minutes after you call—no wait, huh? Tell them Nick." 

Diana had not walked into the restaurant yet and she'd already turned a head. 

It took a little time for her eyes to focus when she entered the dim lit bar. The place didn't seem to be popping as she glanced around the room. Most of the tables were empty, a few costumers were seated at the bar, and no one on staff was in sight. She waited briefly before a waitress brushed by. "Just garb a seat anywhere, honey. Someone will be with you shortly," she said.

Diana surveyed the room again. A row of booths were off to the right, the bar was to the left, and a few dining tables were scattered about in the center of the room. Diana found a seat at a small table towards to back, which gave her the view of the entire room. "Will anyone be joining you?" a waitress asked as she gave her a menu.

"Nope, just me," Diana said. "I'll have a Manhattan." Diana hardly drank the hard stuff, but tonight a Manhattan seemed right.

Time passed slowly, between waiting for her main course and a downing a few more drinks, Diana became interested in watching a couple from across the room. They were tucked in a secluded booth where Diana was the only one who could see them. The woman was a dark haired beauty in a tight miniskirt. She was probably in her mid thirties; body tanned, teeth white, and fit like a gym rat. Her male friend looked as fit and fashionable as she did. His hair was sandy blond and his handsome face donned a five o'clock shadow. His attire fit loose, but Diana could tell that there were tight muscles hiding under his casual shirt. Diana would sneak a peek at them from time to time. They seemed to really be enjoying each others company. The woman would kiss the man's neck, and then the man would return the favor. That public display of affection made Diana tingle. If they did this in public, then Diana wondered what must go on behind closed doors. 

Diana's meal came and went. The food was so-so, and the drinks were cheap. If anything, the best part was the masturbation material she was gathering for later that night. She could imagine the sandy haired man going down on her, and then banging her brains out. She would fantasize about having his cock in her mouth, stroking, sucking. Most of all, she wanted to think about his hot cum dripping on her. Sure it was a naughty thought, but she had never seen a man ejaculate. Carl always came inside of her. Now, in her moments of mischievous thoughts, just once she'd like to witness a man jerk-off on her tits. Call it her bucket list. All those thoughts made Diana ready to settled the bill and call Nick for a ride home. She was so horny; she might have to rub one out in the back of the cab. A little voyeurism for Nick could be exciting, she thought, and then laughed to herself.

Before she could flag her waitress down another waitress appeared and sat down a drink. "It's from the couple over there," the waitress pointed over to the sexy couple.

Diana was frightened, she'd been busted and now they are making fun of her. Give the old lady a drink. The freak show who gawks at attractive couples. Take your drink and bug off! Diana didn't think she was obvious with her glances, but obviously she was. Now what to do? Throw a fifty on the table and run? She couldn't look at them, but she could feel their stare. Her palms were moist, she felt flush in the face. If she had any dignity left, she had to acknowledge the drink, down the sucker, and then stride out of the bar with her head held high. Of course, after four Manhattans (the new one, make it five) her stride may look more like a wobble.




Dinner For One



Diana gripped courage by the balls and look over to the couple. They weren't laughing. They were smiling. Maybe Diana misread their gesture. Diana lifted her drink and mouthed the words, "Thank you." The couple nodded, and then the woman waved her hand in a come over here motion. Diana didn't want to be rude, and she would like to get a closer look at the man she will be masturbating to later, so she headed over to their booth.

"Hi, I'm Sofia, and this is my husband Kent," the woman said.

"I'm Diana, pleased to meet you. Thanks for the drink," Diana said.

"Oh, you're welcome. Please join us."

"Well, uh, I don't know..."

"Oh come on the night is young. Kent and I were just talking and wondering why a beautiful woman like you is out dinning alone," Sofia said. 

It had been forever since someone called her beautiful. "Maybe I could sit for awhile," Diana said.

The threesome got to know each other over the course of a few more drinks. They were in town for a health show convention. Kent is a personal trainer and Sofia works with special needs children and teaches a yoga class on weekends. Diana told her brief story of Carl and the kids. The more the couple talked to her, the less self-conscious she felt about her looks. They boosted her confidence repeatedly by complementing her looks. At one point Sofia said the Diana was a MILF and all she needed was to get laid.

Sofia moved to the other side of the table and sat down by Diana. "You don't mind if I sit by you, do ya? Kent likes it when I give attractive women attention. And I like it too," Sofia said while sliding closer to Diana. 

"Are you flirting with me?" Diana asked. The drinks had her quite tipsy. 

Sofia giggled, "We've been flirting with you since you walked in the door."

They all laughed. 

Sofia placed her hand on Diana's knee. Maybe Diana was naive up till now, not thinking about having sex with a woman. Years of repression and guilt, saw to it that Diana kept that kind of fantasy in check, but the Manhattans were fueling Diana's hungry libido. And Sofia's hand felt so warm resting on her knee. 

Above the table all was well. Kent was babbling on about working out at the gym, or some other manly activity. The gals acted interested, but their focus was below the table's surface as Sofia's hand slowly rubbed on Diana's thigh. Her hand moved in a soft circular motion up Diana's skirt. Sofia would stop briefly and squeeze Diana's inner thigh. That action sent a charge through Diana and she could feel her own wetness building inside of her panties. She wanted Sofia to rub her hand between her legs and feel the moist fabric that contained her swollen pussy. Diana craved her touch. To any onlookers it was just two women sitting across from a man, nothing to see. However, underneath the faux of a casual conversation Diana was being fondled by a very skillful woman. The intensity rose as Sofia inched closer to Diana's mound. Kent finally realized what was going on. His motor mouth took a rest. All he said was, "This is much more interesting." Then he leaned back, took a sip of scotch and gazed at to two ladies.

Diana was in the moment. Her sexual desire overtook any embarrassment. She knew they were secluded in a dark corner and the tablecloth covered the action below. Diana gently opened her legs giving Sofia a full invitation. Sofia sensed her arousal and ran her index finger up Diana's slit over her panties. Diana put her head back and let out a small moan. Sofia felt the moisture leak through Diana's panties. Only Kent and his cock knew what was going on under the table, and his cock wasn't about to spill the beans to the few patrons who were there just to drink the nigh away. 

Sofia whispered softly, "Do you want me to enter you?" She let her hot breath linger inside Diana's ear. 

"Yes," Diana said in a hushed tone. Her skirt was pulled up past her thighs. Just a small patch of silk material stood in the way of having her pussy pleasured by the wife of the man sitting across from her.

"Ask my husband if I can finger fuck you," Sofia whispered. "I don't play without his permission." Then Sofia gripped Diana's panties and pressed them firmly against her vagina.

Diana's lips quivered as she met Kent's eyes. Her mouth was dry, but she managed to slowly mouthed the words, "May your wife put her fingers inside me?" Her throbbing hole had the breath of fire as she waited in anticipation of a finger to extinguish her burning walls. 

"Yes, she may," he said. Kent was stroking his cock from the outside of his pants.

Sofia ran her fingers up one side of Diana's panties, and then pulled them over exposing Diana's pussy to the fresh air. She felt a rush of excitement, her legs spread open under the table, her newly shaved pussy dripping wet, and a women she'd never met was about to enter her most private of parts. Diana shook from arousal. If Sofia didn't feel her up soon, Diana would orgasm just from the sheer atmosphere surrounding her swollen clitoris. Sofia took two fingers and parted Diana's wet entrance. She played around the edges and traced her finger on Diana's clit. "Ooh Kent, she's shaved," Sofia whispered across the table while feeling the top of her pubic area.

"Nice," Kent mouthed in a low tone.

Diana placed her head back on the both bench while Sofia went two fingers deep inside her womanhood. Diana felt a small contraction and jerked her hips forward. She was cumming. Sofia stiffened her fingers and increased her stroke. She placed her mouth up to Diana's ear. "You like that? You like to have a woman fuck you with her fingers?"

"Yes, oh, yes," Diana whispered. She kept cumming. Her body shook. She felt the bench move. Nothing mattered. The whole bar could see her legs spread open; she didn't care as long as Sofia kept fucking her. Suddenly, Sofia stopped. She pulled Diana's panties back in place and went back over to her husband's side of the booth. Diana's pussy quaked and she wanted more. The momentum was suddenly put on hold. Diana then watched Sofia put her hand up to Kent's face and placed her pussy soaked fingers up to his mouth. Kent lightly sucked the juices off her fingers.

Sofia looked at Diana and said, "How would you like Kent's cock in your cunt?" Diana didn't want to hesitate. Her needs were not satisfied with a hand-job from Sofia. It had been so long since she had actually seen a live dick, much less have one enter her. "That would be nice, but he's your husband. You don't mind?" Diana asked.

"He's not going to make love to you, he's gonna fuck you while I watch. There is a difference. One is for sport, and the other is what we do together in private," Sofia said.

The sport of sex? Diana remembered asking herself that same question just a few hours ago. Could casual sex just be a sport? Now, it's right here in front of her. "Our hotel is just across the street. And I got my hand on Kent's cock, and it needs company, you want to go?"

"Lead the way," Diana said.

The threesome straightened up themselves and walked out of the bar together. Diana never felt so naughty in her life, but the feeling felt good. 

The walk over to the hotel only heighten Diana's arousal. She could not stop thinking about sucking Kent's cock. She craved feeling his manhood against her body. The only real live penis she'd ever seen was Carl's, and half the time it wasn't live.

They stepped into the elevator and Sofia motioned for Diana to come close. "Put your hand on the outside of his jeans," Sofia said. Diana did. She could feel his hardness through his pants. She rubbed up his jeans and traced the outline of his long member. Sofia moved forward with her lips and started kissing Diana. Her tongue moved inside Diana's mouth. Both tongues intertwined while Kent moved back and rested on the wall of the elevator. Diana kept rubbing Kent's cock while making out with Sofia. Kissing a woman for the first time did feel different, soft lips, tender mouth. Being involved in a gay act never entered her mind, wanting hot mind blowing sex did. The doors opened, but the threesome stayed huddled together, so caught up in the moment that they didn't realize it was time to exit. Finally, Sofia said, "I think this is our floor."

They walk, kissed, and groped each other until they arrived at their room. Kent slid his card in the door and they all rushed into the room.

"Let's look at you," Kent said. Diana stood in front of them. Her big breasts were barely confined inside her tight dress. Sofia slowly pulled down Diana's dress until she was able to step out of it. Then Sofia unclasp Diana's bra and it fell to the ground.

"Look at those big tits," Sofia said. She grabbed a handful. "They're much bigger than mine. And your nipples are breathtaking."

"I love big natural tits," Kent said. "And your areolas are amazing". Diana was always self-conscious about her large pancake areolas and big nipples. But tonight they were the hit of this threesome. Sofia played with Diana's nipples until they became hard and grew bigger. "She's a keeper," Sofia said as she licked the tip of her nipple.

Kent dropped to his knees and faced the front of Diana's panties. He lowered the silk fabric that covered her slit. No longer hidden, a swollen clitoris was waiting for him. Kent paused to admire her erect lips that were perfectly parted away from her shaved entrance. He gazed at her mature daisy, soaking in the details of her crevice. Finally, Kent tugged at her panties until they fell at her ankles. Diana gracefully stepped out of them. Now, Diana was totally naked in front of two clothed strangers. She was on display with two creatures pawing at her body. Sofia sucked and played with her top half as Kent gently stroked her clit. She was riding the crest of a wave whirled by lust.

Sofia spun Diana around and told her to bend over on the bed. Diana was all too eager to do what was told, placed her elbows on the bed and stuck her bottom up in the air. "Look at that ass, Kent," Sofia said. "It was made for fucking from behind." Diana felt four hands exploring her backside. She could tell that Kent was feeling her cheeks by the size of his grip. Sofia went in between her legs and felt her pussy, and then she gently massaged the opening of her ass. Diana was about to explode from the excitement, the attention, the desire.

"Would you like to suck that big cock you were feeling in the elevator?" Sofia asked.

"Yes," Diana moaned.

Sofia told her to turn around and unzip Kent's' jeans. Diana sat up on the bed and fumbled with Kent's zipper. She could feel his hardness pressed against her fingers as she tugged on the metal flap that canceled her desire. Kent unbuttoned his pants and quickly ripped off his shirt. Sofia moved over to a chair so she could watch her husband receive a blow-job from another woman.

Kent stood between Diana's legs. His pants and boxers dropped to the floor. Diana met his huge cock head on. This wasn't her ex-husband's half limp, half interested cock. This was a cock of a man who found her sexy. And by the size of it, it found her very sexy. Kent was a man who liked to workout and it showed from his chiseled chest right down to his muscular calves. If his body was a car, it would be a Ferrari, fine tuned for performance. In her wildest dreams she could never imagine actually touch a body like his. Now she was just inches away from having that body's cock in her mouth. She engulfed his dick. It filled up her mouth. Her saliva lubricated all eight inches of his pulsating penis. Her hand stroked his shaft while she bobbed her head on the top half of his cock. Then Diana ran her tongue down the long member until she found his balls.

Diana glanced over to his wife sitting on the chair. Sofia had her miniskirt pulled up and was masturbating to the sight of Kent being sucked off. Diana heard Kent moan, and then she heard Sofia moan. The thought that she was making two people moan by her actions sent shock waves to her libido. Diana was having multiple mental orgasms without any manual manipulation. So this is the sport of sex, she thought. And it was a sport she could become a fan of.

Sofia's moans became more intense. Diana drew her attention away from the cock in her mouth and to the wife sitting on the chair. Kent withdrew his hardened capsule from Diana's mouth and sat down on the bed. Diana slowly crawled on all fours over to Sofia. Diana had never seen a nude woman up close, much less tasted one. But adrenaline was in the air and the room oozed sex. She simply could not pass up the opportunity to experience another woman.

Sofia smiled as she focused on Diana between her knees. Sofia pulled her perky breast over the top of her miniskirt allowing Dina to see her hard nipples. Diana ran her hands up to her tits and tugged lightly. Kent was going solo, jerking off, as the two women embraced each other. Sofia opened her legs wider, her pussy was there for the taking, and Diana went down and took her first taste of womanhood. Her tongue traced the outside of her clit. Sofia stiffened up and then thrust forward, grinding her cunt into Diana's face. Her tongue darted in and out of Sofia's warm slit. Juices rushed from deep within Sofia's canal to the inside of Diana's mouth. Sofia gripped the back of Diana's head and forced her tongue deeper inside. She moaned louder, "Ooh, lick it harder, baby! She screamed. Sofia was at the brink of a massive orgasm. Her hips moved, keeping time with Diana's tongue strokes. The small explosions finally erupted into euphoria, and Sofia let go with a trembling climax. Diana backed away, and looked up at Sofia. Her face covered with wetness, her fingers still dripping from a woman's cum. They smiled at each other and then giggled over what they had just done.

Kent was about to pop. It had been awhile since he had seen some action."Someone feeling left out?" Sofia playfully asked Kent.

"Not at all, good things come to those who wait," he said. The women went over to him. They kneeled down in front of his ripe cock, and then took turns sampling his dick. He would stroke it a few times in Diana's mouth, and then pull out to where his wife was waiting for her fair share. After a few moments of double sucking, Sofia moved to Kent's backside leaving Diana alone with Kent's toy. Sofia rubbed on his ass, and kissed up and down his legs. Kent bent forward allowing Sofia to lick his balls. He was receiving oral from both ends. The sensation took him to the edge of climax. Not wanting to waste a load he backed out of Diana's mouth, and told her to get on the bed. She laid down and opened her legs. Kent fell face first into her pussy and started licking her juicy mound.

As Kent ate Diana out, Sofia was behind him massaging his prostate. She entered him with one finger, and then moved her digit rapidly in and out. All three were engaged in one act of pleasure. Diana was getting off to Kent's tongue jammed up her pussy; Kent had his face full of cunt while Sofia was deep inside of him with her finger. The three moaned, sighed, and screamed at various times during that session of gratification. The intensity kept building, bodies contracting; nerve endings stimulated, and fantasies fulfilling. Sofia finally pleaded for Kent to fuck them both before he blew his load all over the room. He agreed wholeheartedly, and flipped Sofia on the bed. Then Sofia climbed atop Diana in the 69 position and stuck her ass up. She backed into Kent's waiting cock, and then went down to lick some more of Diana's flavor. From below, Diana felt Sofia's tongue caressing her slick furrow as she watched Kent enter Sofia. The view was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Diana observed Kent's rod thrusting forward just above her eyes while taking in the sweet smell of Sofia's juices as she was penetrated by her husband. It was a scene right out of every porno she had ever witnessed. But it was a point of view that no camera could capture. She played with Sofia's clit while Kent pounded away at his beautiful wife. Sofia's rump slapped continually up against Kent's hips as her hungry cunt devoured his feeding phallic. Kent was doing all he could to keep his load from painting the drapes on the hotel walls. He would pause briefly to compose his pulsating penis, and then reenter his lustful reward until Sofia achieved her second climax of the night.

Sofia rolled off of Diana. Then Diana flipped on her back. "I want to see that hot cock go into you," Sofia said to Diana. 

"You don't know how long it's been since I've had one in me," Diana replied. She then looked at Kent. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed. Her eyes fell on his massive cock that stood ridged and ready for pleasure.

"Now, it's all about you, baby," Sofia said to Diana. Then Sofia moved toward Kent. Diana opened her legs as Sofia grabbed Kent's cock and led it up to Diana's slick cunt. Diana spread her legs further; she had never opened her legs that much for a man before. "Look at that pussy, Kent. It's so juicy I wish I had a dick so I could fuck it," Sofia said.

Sofia took Kent's cock and lightly slapped Diana's clit. Diana moaned. His hard tip felt like hot steal bobbing around her mound. The sensual offerings her partners were inducing made her body feel like one giant nerve ending. Waves ran from center of her vagina out to the tips of her fingers and down to her toes. Sofia kept teasing her pussy with Kent's cock. She could hear the wet sloshing sound of her crevice as Sofia dredged his dick up and down her slit. Diana was on the brink of an orgasm even though Kent had yet to penetrate her.

Finally, Sofia said, "I think she's ready. Kent slipped his hands under Diana's ass, and raised her up slightly. Sofia gripped his shaft and guided it up to Diana's waiting hole. The moment was here. Diana tilted her head up to view the insertion. She watched Sofia take her husbands cock and plant it inside her. Kent's shaft disappeared. Her walls suddenly felt crowded. And for the first time since a long time, she was being fucked. She threw her head back and moved her hips forward. Kent rammed his cock balls deep and then recoiled his wet manhood. He kept repeating that motion along with grunts of pleasure. Sofia had her face inches away from the action and watched with delight as Kent darted his cock in and out of Diana's engorged entrance.

"Oh baby, fuck her good," Sofia said while stroking the top of Diana's clitoris.

Diana arched her back and took in all Kent could give her. Her pussy had never had that much dick in it. There was no room to spare as Kent's hardened flesh filled up her gap and stretched her walls to the limit. She had never been fucked like that. Not by her ex, not by her own fingers, and not even in a fantasy. The sensation was unbelievable. Her cunt absorbing his quick and deep blows was pure ecstasy. "Come on baby," Sofia said as she rubbed Diana's clit faster. Kent picked up his pace too. Diana was starting to cum. Her body shook, her big tits were swinging up and down on her chest. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Diana moaned.

"That's right, baby. That's why we're here, to see you cum," Sofia softly said.

Diana stiffened up her body briefly, and then released it. A wave of pleasure coursed through her. Kent withdrew his still loaded member and watched as Sofia finished Diana off with her tongue. Diana clutched the sheets and road Sofia's mouth until the last orgasm trembled out of her freshly fucked body. 

Sofia rolled over and laid beside Diana. Kent was on his knees still between Diana's legs. He was stroking his cock and looking at Diana's tits. Although spent, a rush of excitement ran through her. She realized that Kent had not ejaculated. He had played hero all night and somehow held out until his gals got their satisfaction. Diana's fantasy of watching a man release was about to come true. "Can I shoot it on her tits?" Kent asked his wife.




Dinner For One



Please say yes, Diana thought. 

"Of course, dear. The way you preformed you can shoot it on the moon," Sofia joked. Kent moved up and straddled Diana at her midsection. His cock was not more than two feet from her face as he started manipulating his swollen member. The tip became redder with each stroke. As he pumped faster Sofia started playing with Diana's nipples. "Right here baby, we want to see that hot cum land right here," Sofia said.

Diana could not believe what she was witnessing. The hottest man she had ever met was on top of her masturbating while his beautiful wife was next her feeling up her tits. This was a sport, and a damn fun one, she thought as she readied herself to see another fantasy come true.

"Bring it, baby, bring it on my tits, "Diana said. Kent threw back his head and let out a loud groan. Diana placed her focus on the tip of his cock. Suddenly, white fluid bolted from the confines of Kent's balls. Thick juice hit her tits. His cum felt like hot candle wax as the substance continued to flow past her chest and up to her neck and cheek. Diana was soaked. Sofia put a little on her finger and brought it up to Diana's mouth. In all her years of marriage she had never tasted a man's orgasm. Diana licked it off, she was satisfied.

Dinner for three could be a new routine  



      The End



Dinner for Three



Genevieve was stunned. Her jaw dropped in surprise, stopped dead with Michael's cock still in her mouth. Her tongue, just moments before working feverishly on the sensitive underside of his swollen cockhead, halted in mid-lick. He'd never suggested anything like this before.

She pulled her head back, easing his cock out of her mouth before looking up at him.

"You'd what?"

"I'd love to watch you do this to someone else." he said, the mischievous smile she knew so well playing on his lips.

"Why?"

"I dunno. I just would."

She began to imagine it, sucking some stranger's cock while Michael watched. She'd imagined it in an abstract way before, usually when she was being fucked from behind. And now her boyfriend had suggested the very thing her fantasies yearned for.

Without thinking, she pulled his cock back into her mouth, sucking it deep as she lost herself in the fantasy. Michael groaned, running his hands through her hair as she fucked him with her mouth. Her hands pumped the skin of his shaft, and her wet lips clamped around his throbbing hard-on. His cock twitched in her hot mouth, and the sound of his gasping breath mixed with the wet, slurping sounds of her expert cocksucking.

She felt like he was watching already, like she was sucking some nameless stranger's pulsing member. As she felt his balls tingling, she pulled her mouth away, and moaned "Come on my face, you horny bastard!"

With a groan, Michael's load began spraying from his cock. Her hand still pumping, she closed her eyes, loving the feeling as drops of sticky, hot semen splattered her face. They splashed against her cheeks, and painted her nose and lips. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to catch the last droplets that dribbled from his throbbing cock. They ran into her mouth, and she swallowed them with a lusty, noisy gulp.

Michael was looking down at her, her face splattered with his come, and a sticky white smile on her lips. "I take it you like the idea?" he whispered.

She nodded slowly, licking her cum-splattered lips like a porn star.

The chance came a couple of weeks later. Michael had invited Gary, a colleague who was leaving the office, around for dinner. As an inspiration to Gary, Michael had bought Genevieve a short, tight dress, which showed off her curvy ass and hugged her figure. Just before Gary was due to arrive, Michael threw her on the couch, hiking up her dress and licking her bare pussy until she came with an excited moan. Her pussy, already dripping with anticipation, was soaked from his talented tongue. The smell of her pussy was thick in the air as Gary knocked on their front door.

Michael answered the door, while Gen ran to the kitchen. She heard their friendly greetings, then, as they began walking into the kitchen, she turned and reached up to the top cupboard.

When Gary walked in, he looked over to greet her, and stopped dead in surprise. He could see the tight curve of his mate's wife's ass, peeking out under her dress. He stammered "Hi Gen", and she turned, lowering her arm just slowly enough to allow him a glimpse of her shaved pussy. 

"Hi Gary. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Could one of you help me get this down?"

Michael was busy opening a bottle of wine on the table. "Give her a hand, would you Gary?" He watched from the corner of his eye as Gary walked across to the cupboard, reaching up to grab a saucepan.

"I'm glad you could come, Gary." said Genevieve softly. As Gary looked down at her to reply, he realised he could see down the front of her dress. Her pert nipples stood out like rosy points beneath the sheer material. He felt his cock begin to stir, and handed her the saucepan with a shy look. 

Once dinner was ready, the three of them sat down at the table, with Gen sitting across from the two guys. They talked about general things, and during one discussion, Michael knocked Gary's knife onto the floor with a gesticulating hand.

Gary bent down to retrieve the knife, sneaking a glance over in Genevieve's direction. He was expecting to just see up the hem of her dress, but was shocked to find her fingers plunged deep in her pussy. Her hand pumped in a slow rhythm, and Gary felt his cock spring instantly into hardness.

Gary heard Genevieve say clearly to Michael above the table "I think Gary just found out what deserrt is."

He sprang up guiltily, but Michael was laughing softly. Genevieve got up from her seat, clearing the table quickly, then turned to face Gary.

"I hope you like it, Gary," she cooed sexily, and lifted the hem of her dress. She was almost ready to orgasm already, and the hungry look on his face as she started rubbing her clit only made her hornier. 

She hitched her dress up around her hips and knelt in front of Gary's shocked form. Her hands deftly unzipped his pants, then reached inside to free his raging erection. With a lusty moan, she sank her mouth onto it.

Michael, meanwhile, had walked around behind her, putting his hand between her slightly parted thighs and rubbing her moist pussy. She moaned around Gary's cock, sucking him hard and deep into her mouth. Awestruck, Gary just watched her head bob up and down on his cock.

Abruptly, she turned and grabbed Michael, forcing him to sit in a chair. She freed his cock, and sat straight on it, screaming as he filled her hungry pussy. She reached for Gary's cock, and he stood in front of her, pumping her face as she gave him a wet, slow blowjob.

Genevieve felt like a complete slut. She'd never imagined that having a velvety cock in her mouth and Michael's hard-on deep in her pussy would be so overwhelming. She groaned around Gary's throbbing member.

Gary pulled his cock from her tantalising mouth, already close to cumming. He got down on his knees, pushing his face between her spread thighs. He began licking her clit, his tongue inches away from Michael's thrusting cock.

With a scream of pure pleasure, Genevieve began cumming. Juice flooded from her filled cunt, washing Michael's cock and Gary's face. Gary's tongue licked her hungrily, loving the taste of her pussy. 

With a shock, Michael felt Gary's tongue on the underside of his pumping cock,licking Gen's juices off him. The feeling was too much for him, and with a groan, his load began filling her spasming pussy. 

Genevieve came again as she felt his come in her pussy. She looked down, seeing Gary's bobbing head licking her pussy and Michael's cock. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, and she couldn't bear feeling this sluttiness anymore. She reached down, grabbing Gary's head and pulling him upright again, began really sucking his cock.

Gary was already close to cumming, and his face, shiny with Gen's pussy juice, contorted into an expression of ecstasy as his cum began spraying from his cock. Huge globs of white, sticky cum painted Gen' face, and she opened her mouth, eager for a taste of his spunk. Moaning, Gary kept cumming, thick streams of semen hitting her tongue, teeth, eyelids and cheeks.

Gen licked her lips, cumming again with Michael's cock still in her contracting cunt. From behind, she heard Michael's exhausted whisper: "Now that's a sight I've been waiting for. You dirty bith, you loved that, didn't you?"

Taking Gary's cock in her mouth again, Genevieve could only nod...



Dinner for Three



"Hey babe," I called as I entered the apartment. "You ready to go to dinner?"

"Yeah," I heard the muffled reply from the bedroom.

Jesse was searching for one of his sneakers, as I snuck up behind him and gave him a big hug. "Let me just change real quick," I said.

When I returned a little later, I was wearing a sleeveless white lacy top, over one of my push up bras. It was unbuttoned pretty far, showing a good bit of cleavage. I had a decorative belt wrapped around my tight khaki skirt that fell just below my rounded ass, and a pair of knee high brown boots to complete the ensemble. My brown hair fell neatly below my shoulders, and my blue eyes sparkled as I smiled at my boyfriend. He had no idea what I had planned for tonight.

"What are you all dressed up for?" he asked.

"I can't get dressed up for my man?" I countered. We locked the apartment door and got in the car, driving to one of the local college town restaurants for dinner.

Jesse sat down in our booth first. I decided to start my torture for him early. 

"Ouch, there must be something in my boot," I declared, as I stood facing him, and put my foot on his leg, leaning down to play with the zipper on it a bit. This gave him a full view of my pink cunt, as I was not wearing panties. His mouth dropped open.

I looked at him. "Jeez, babe, it was just a pebble in there. Not that big a deal." I grinned and tilted his chin back up to look at me. Then I sat down across from him.

Our waitress, Amy, came to take our order. Little did Jesse know, I had arranged the events for tonight with Amy earlier. We had met a while back and somehow got to talking that we both would be interested in a threesome, and had arranged this little number.

"What can I get for you, Mam?" Amy asked me first, giving me a smile. She was very pretty and petite, about 5'2, with green eyes and blonde hair. Her breasts were a bit larger than mine, which I definitely wanted in a girl I was about to have a threesome with. I have C-cups, and I wouldn't settle for sucking on anything less.

I ordered a glass of wine and placed my food order, and Jesse did the same, stealing a glance at Amy's huge tits whenever she wasn't looking. I smirked, pleased by his typical behavior. 

We talked about everything while we looked over the menu. We never seem to have a hard time with subject matter. Then I decided it was time to tell him a little bit about later tonight.

"I know Amy from one of my classes, hon. Her shift ends around the time we'll be done, so she's gonna come back to the apartment with us later and study with me for our test on Monday. I hope you don't mind." I unbuttoned one more of the buttons on my blouse.

Amy brought our drinks shortly after that. She placed my wine near my silverware. Then she leaned directly over Jesse to place his on the other side of him, exposing even more of her cleavage to my boyfriend. As she moved back across the table, she bumped into my wine glass. I caught it, but not in time to prevent just a little bit of the wine from landing on the front of my chest and begin drizzling down my breast.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Amy gushed. She grabbed a napkin, cupped one of her hands underneath my breast, and rubbed the wine away with the other. I thought Jesse's eyes were going to pop out of his head.

Amy left again to go get our food. I had snuck a boot of one of my feet and was snaking my foot up Jesse's leg and poking around his groin, getting very turned on by the raging hard on he was sporting. I grinned mischeviously at him, and kissed his hand.

When Amy brought the food, she dropped a napkin on the floor. She turned around and bent over to pick it up, leaving her firm round ass in full view for Jesse, who looked like a deer in headlights.

After that incident, dinner went pretty well (not that is hadn't been going well before!), and we paid for our food and met Amy outside afterwards. I introduced Jesse to Amy and we talked a bit on the ride home. 

Once we got in the house, Jesse went into our bedroom and turned on his computer. Amy and I were going to study in the living room, we told him. There really wasn't going to be much studying going on.

We let Jesse get situated, surfing the web contentedly before we made our move. I walked up behind him and gave him a hug, rubbing my hands down his sexy chest and began to unbutton his jeans.

I think he forgot that Amy was in the house for a moment because he didn't appear to mind that I might be undressing him in front of a stranger. Then Amy walked around in front of him and began helping me. He nearly jumped out of his seat.

"It's ok, sweetie," I cooed, as I pulled his swiftly hardening rod out of the confining pants. "Amy and I are gonna be really nice to you tonight." I grinned.

His jaw dropped as Amy pulled his rock hard cock out of his boxers, and pulled the unneeded clothes down to his ankles. Then Amy and I looked at each other, and kissed. Jesse was in heaven already. Two hot women in front of him, kissing right near his very erect penis!

We moved our kiss so that his dick was right between our mouths, our tongues snaking all over it. After doing that for a few moments, Amy stood up and began unbuttoning her waitress uniform. Jesse, started to get over the initial shock, began to help her, eager to see and feel those nice titties of Amy's. I was still sucking on Jesse's cock when Amy's shirt fell onto my head. I pulled it off quickly, stopped sucking Jesse for a bit, and stood up. Amy's breasts were gorgeous, head up quite nicely by a black lacy bra. I began to kiss around the edges of the bra, playing with the straps on her shoulders a bit as I did so. Jesse would have none of that, and he unhooked the bra for the two of us. Amy sighed contentedly as I eagerly centered my attention on one of her nipples. Not one to be left out, Jesse began to massage Amy's other breast and was soon happily sucking that one beside me. Amy moaned, and one hand went down to rub her crotch through her skirt, while the other pulled my head in to her breast closer as I nibbled tantalizingly on her nipple. Amy walked us slowly towards the bed, the two of us never letting go of our pacifiers. 

Once there, Amy pulled us both off, and began taking off her skirt. Jesse looked at me, noticed that I was still fully dressed, and began to undo the last two or three buttons on my top, and my bra joined the top on the floor shortly thereafter. Once all three of us were completely naked, I looked at Amy and she nodded.

"OK," I began. "The two of us are here to obey your every whim tonight. Whatever you want us to do to you or to each other or anything, just say the words." I leaned towards him and kissed him passionately.

"So what would you like first?" Amy asked him.

Jesse thought about it for a second. "I want to see one of you give the other oral sex, while I masturbate and watch." I noticed that he didn't say 69 position, probably because Amy was so short and I was quite tall. So we'd take turns.

Amy lied down on her back on our bed and spread her legs invitingly. I obligingly took my place between her shapely legs and began kissing her inner thighs. Jesse stood to the side of the bed and started lightly stroking his cock as he watched us. 

I reached up to fondle one of Amy's breasts with my hand, as I continued to trail kisses up her thighs, and around her neatly shaven pussy. I breathed gently on her labia, knowing that she was already quite wet and that it would make her shiver. Then I lightly began to flick my tongue over her clitoris, first slowly and teasingly, and then picking up speed. As I picked up speed, so did Amy's breathing, and her hand immediately came down to gently prod the back of my head to continue. I did so, also slipping a finger gently inside her dripping cunt. She moaned softly at that. I looked up at Jesse while doing my work, and saw that he had picked up speed on his cock. Amy was moaning even louder now.

"Oh, God, that feels good, eat me out, you bitch," she moaned. Not wanting to disappoint her, I added another finger and began to add pressure to her clit with my thumb while my tongue continued its dance.

Amy's back began to arch and I could feel her muscles tense as she got closer to orgasm. I continued to play with her clit with my fingers, but I moved my tongue to relentlessly fucking her slot. I was rewarded soon after as her muscles tensed a few more times and she sighed loudly.

I think the two of us had almost forgotten Jesse was standing there, but when we turned around, we noticed that he was rapidly stroking his dick, very close to orgasm. 

I turned and pulled Amy's face to my breast, making her suck on one of my nipples. "Here baby, aim here. Hit my face and breasts, and Amy's too. And we'll lick it off each other. God, it's so hot watching you whack off!"

As if that was all the encouragement he needed, Jesse exploded, sending wads of hot man juice onto my cheek and breasts, and getting a good bit on Amy's face as well. The two of us turned and lapped up any extra that he might have left on his penis, and then went to work on each other, eagerly lapping up the cum.

I turned to my boyfriend and happily noticed that his hard on had not subsided in the least. "Now what?" I smiled.

"I think I have an idea," said Amy. She whispered in my ear.

I pushed Jesse down hard on the bed, and sat next to him on the side. I throw a small blanket on his head for a blindfold. Then I started fondling myself and twisting and pinching my nipples a bit. Amy straddled Jesse's legs, and slowly eased his huge cock into her slippery wet pussy. Jesse let out a low growl as his cock squeezed into a tiny slot that he had to know was not mine. I leaned my breasts toward his face, rubbing my nipple against his closed lips, till he opened his mouth and engulfed it. 

Amy was bobbing up and down on Jesse's stiff rod so hard that the blanket had come off his eyes. Jesse looked up to notice the hot woman fucking him, and his girlfriend with her ass in the air and her tit in his mouth. Amy chose that moment to shove a finger into my sopping wet cunt. It was too much for him.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming," I groaned. Amy quickly jumped off his cock and covered it with her mouth. Jesse's second load of the evening filled her mouth to the brim, leaving just a little bit to dribble out the side and down her chin. She swallowed it eagerly and I licked the remains from her chin.

"Don't think you're done yet, you," I chided him. This time is cock had begun its deflation period, but I threw it into my mouth and began sucking it back to health. It didn't take long.

"Stand up!" I comanded. He did. Amy and I got on all fours, side by side on the bed. "Now fuck me!"

Jesse rammed his manhood into my pussy. "My turn!" Amy called. He pulled out and slid his rod into Amy's cunt giving her a few good strokes before I told him it was my turn again. We switched off a few more times, while Amy and I gave Jesse a good show by making out during the whole thing.

As he was fucking Amy, I quickly grabbed some lubricant from the nightstand. I grinned as I started to call out my next command. "My turn now, but this time fuck me in the ass!"

I handed him the tube. He stopped for a moment to lube up his dick, and then slowly penetrated my tight ass. It hurt just a little at first, but we went along slowly enough, working his thick rod in my ass, until I got used to the feeling, and as usual it began to feel fucking good. I moaned loudly to let him know.

While he fucked me in the ass, Amy stood up on the bed and stood in front of me. She leaned over me to let Jesse suck and play with her breasts while his member was stuffed up my ass. Her sex was right near my face, and I took the opportunity to reacquaint my tongue and her clitoris. She giggled in surprise. Jesse stopped sucking long enough to notice that he was ass fucking his girlfriend while he sucked on another woman's huge breasts and while that woman got head from his girlfriend. 

"God this is hot!" he said, and he quickened his pace in earnest. I was starting to breathe very heavily and quickly lost my concentration on Amy's twat as I neared my orgasm. I felt several of the muscles in my body tense in preparation for climax. Several seconds later, I was struggling to hold my front half up while Jesse was finishing his pumping. Luckily he didn't take too much longer. After he blew his load deep into my ass, the three of us collapsed in a heap on the bed.

After a few moments we cleaned up and resituated ourselves in bed, Jesse lying with a woman on each side. He fell asleep quickly with a hand on one of each of our breasts, and we quickly followed suit.



Dinner for Three



It was one of those business dinners, I thought.

My husband has a small but very successful company and deals with a lot of corporate clients so we are frequently entertaining clients at restaurants. This was to be another of those.

“What should I wear?”. 

“Whatever you like”

Then he said “What about the blue leather suit?”

I know it’s one of his favourites, he had it made for me. A pretty aqua blue suit, waist length jacket, skirt about 3 inches above the knee with a split in front of the left leg to mid thigh. Tends to show stocking tops if one is wearing suspenders and stockings as I frequently do.

Hmmm I thought to myself, better dress appropriately for this occasion. It could be fun.

We arrived at the restaurant on time and were shown to our table, set for three.

“Our guest on his own?” I enquired of my hubby.

“Yeah, he rang earlier today to say his partner couldn’t make it. Why don’t you take your jacket off, it’s not to cold in here”.

It was autumn and cool outside, but very pleasant in the restaurant.

“No I’m fine,” I said. Just then our guest arrived at the foyer.

“Mark, over here” my husband called.

I watched this tallish good looking man walk towards us, early to mid thirties I thought, dark wavy hair, very nicely dressed in a business suit, shirt and tie all matching perfectly. Wouldn’t mind seeing his muscular frame without his clothes I thought to myself and started to get that familiar warm feeling in my crotch.

“Hi Rob, good to see you” he said to my husband “and you must be Catherine. I’ve heard so much about you but Rob didn’t do you justice.”

Now that warm feeling started to become a wet feeling, I was definitely beginning to get very horny. Being paid a compliment from a very good looking young man when you are in your forty seven is quite a turn on. Not that I’m not well preserved mind you. I look after myself and am quite proud of my 36 26 36 figure. My legs are my greatest asset though, I always wear stilettos and at this stage Mark hasn’t seen my legs.

“Thank you Mark it’s very nice to meet you too”

Dinner progressed nicely. The food was excellent and the conversation lively, although sometimes a little risqué.

“Would you two like to come back to my place for a nightcap” Mark inquired.

My hubby looked at me quizzically and I nodded “We’d love to” Rob said.

“I came by cab so if you’re in your car I’ll hitch a ride and direct you” Mark said.

“Fine” said Rob.

We walked to the car and Mark acting the proper gentleman opened the passenger door for me. My husband has a Range Rover 4WD so it’s higher off the ground and I inevitably show a fair bit of leg when I get in. With the split in my skirt I showed a lot more thigh above the stocking tops, in fact my G-string was clearly visible. Mark did not take his eyes off my crutch. 

“OH I’m sorry” he said when he eventually looked up “It’s just that you’ve got great legs”.

“Thank you” I grinned “but I thought you were looking higher up”

I smiled to myself as he went slightly red and climbed into the back seat.

Mark directed us to a very nice apartment block in one of the better areas of Mosman, an up-market part of the Sydney harbour area. He led us to the 3rd floor apartment, very spacious and tastefully furnished.

“Port, scotch, wine, coffee?” Mark enquired.

“I’ll have a port and a coffee thanks Mark” I said.

“Me too” said my darling hubby who looked directly at me and winked. I smiled back.

“Make yourselves comfortable” said Mark.

I sat in a large single leather lounge chair directly opposite one of the 2-seater lounges.

Mark returned with the ports and coffees and placed them on the coffee table in front of me.

“Darling would you help me off with my jacket please” I asked Rob.

“Sure sweetheart” he replied and came over and slipped the jacket off my shoulders as I turned to face Mark.

The look on his face was priceless and he almost choked on his first sip of port.

I was wearing a totally transparent black sleeveless blouse and this wonderful bra my husband had bought me some months ago. There is no cup as such just a bottom and thin straps so that all of my breasts and by this stage, very erect nipples was clearly visible for all to see.

“I see why you didn’t want to take your jacket off in the restaurant” my hubby exclaimed.

“I’m glad you didn’t” Mark smiled “I don’t think I’d have even looked at my dinner”

I smiled, sat back down, crossed my legs and sipped my port.

“You’re a very beautiful woman Catherine, but I suppose you’ve been told that quite often”

“Thank you Mark, yes but only by my darling. It’s very flattering to hear it from a good-looking younger man, it makes a woman feel very sexy and wanted. Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course, it’s the second door on right down the hall.”

I went to the toilet and took off my wet G-string. My bare pussy, I shave, was on fire. It felt wonderful with the cool air on it. I wanted a fuck so badly and I was going to get it. I had no pockets to put my knickers in, so I just left them in the bathroom and went back to the lounge.

I sat down opposite Mark and did the Sharon Stone thing. I slowly crossed my legs. Mark did not take his eyes off my crutch. I could see he wasn’t sure what he had seen.

My hubby then got up and went to the toilet, whilst Mark and I exchanged innuendos. My nipples were getting harder and larger, my pussy wetter and wetter and I could see the bulge appearing in Marks trousers. I liked what I saw.

Mark was obviously trying to work out how to take things further when my darling hubby came to his rescue.

“Would these be yours by any chance” he enquired whilst twirling my G-string around his finger.

I just smiled and in a flash Mark was out of his chair, alongside mine and lowered his mouth to mine as his hand slid straight up my skirt and found my sopping wet cunt. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I returned his kiss with twice as much enthusiasm and passion as his fingers easily went deep inside my wet cunt. I shuddered and orgasmed right there on his fingers.

“Christ” he said, “do you always come so quickly?”

“Only when I’m as horny as hell.”

Mark scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the master bedroom, my husband right behind stripping his clothes off as he followed. Mark lowered me gently onto the bed and both men proceeded to strip me.

When they were down to my suspenders, stockings and high heels my hubby climbed onto the bed and proceeded to slide his wonderful fat cock into my cunt. Mark by now was undressed and lay on the bed and started to suck my breasts and kiss me all over, his hands wandering all over my body. I was getting hotter and hotter and I reached for his cock stroking its wonderful length. My hubbies cock is not small, your average 6” BUT very thick, about 5” in circumference. Marks was much longer about 8” but not as thick. I wanted that cock inside me.

My hubby must have sensed this and rolled onto his side turning me onto my side at the same time. This put my back to Mark.

He wasted no time and took the hint and the next thing I felt was his lubricated finger pushing it’s way gently into my rectum. He slowly opened me up ready to take his cock.

“Would you please stick your cock up my arse. I want to feel that thing buried up to where your balls are against my arse cheeks.”

I felt his fingers withdraw and gasped as he forced his cock into my arse. He paused whilst I regained my breath and then eased his cock all the way in ‘til I could feel his pubic hair against my arse cheeks.

“Both of you please push yourselves right onto me and then just hold yourselves still, I want to savour the feeling of fullness. A girl doesn’t get to be doubly penetrated that often and I want to enjoy every minute and every inch of it.” I could feel both their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall between my cunt and my arse. I was in heaven!

They did as I asked, Mark holding and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, licking and kissing my back, my hubby kissing me deeply, his tongue down my throat.

“Aaahh” I said, “now fuck me senseless”

They both started to move their cocks in and out of me and I started to orgasm. It came in wave after wave of pure bliss and I screamed as each one hit me. I lost count of the number of times I came, it didn’t seem to matter, I was in sexual heaven and I just wanted to be double fucked all night.

It wasn’t to be though and I felt my hubbies cock explode inside my cunt, drowning my pussy inside with his come.

He slowly withdrew his softening cock from my cunt but Mark kept pounding away at my arsehole and I just kept screaming and cumming. Just when I thought I couldn’t come any more I felt my hubbies mouth on my cunt licking and sucking all his and my juices. That was enough I screamed and orgasmed again which sent Mark over the edge and he spurted his load deep into my bowels.

We all just laid there for what seemed like ages, I couldn’t move. Mark’s cock was still hard and deep inside my arse. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want it to end.

Slowly and to my disappointment Mark withdrew his cock from my arse and I marvelled at his erection, it didn’t seem to have lost any of its stiffness.

“Do you take Viagra or something” I asked.

Mark grinned and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

When he returned he was carrying a bowl of warm water and a cloth. He then proceeded to gently wash my orifices, cleaning his and Rob’s spunk off and out of me.

He was so gentle and thorough I could feel myself starting to heat up again and I reached up and took his semi erect cock in my hand and proceeded to stroke him ‘til it hardened to its full 8”

Mark put the cloth down and knelt between my thighs, put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me to his waiting erection. I felt the knob part my waiting pussy lips and he plunged it straight in to the hilt.

I screamed as he hit my cervix and orgasmed immediately! 

Mark then proceeded to thoroughly pound away at my cunt, he lifted my legs up over his shoulders to get maximum penetration and I proceeded to scream and orgasm continually. Through my orgasmic fog I saw my hubby standing beside the bed, his cock semi-erect and motioned for him to come closer. He did and I took his length in my mouth, sucking him vigorously as he hardened to his full manhood.

Meanwhile Mark was kneading and squeezing my breasts as he pounded my cunt, my orgasms just coming wave after wave. My hubby took hold of my head and I took him down my throat, something I learned to do many years ago without gagging. 

Mark looked up and saw Rob’s prick totally swallowed and that triggered him off. He roared as he jetted stream after stream of come into my cunt just as Rob erupted a load down my throat. I just kept orgasming!

I think I must have blacked out temporarily because the next thing I remembered was both men were on either side of my body gently caressing me all over.

“I don’t know if this is what you planned,” I said to my hubby, “but if it was, you have given me the greatest sexual experience of my life, and I love you all the more for it!”

“It was planned, Mark answered an ad I put in one of the contact papers. His answer was one of the few literate ones. We met and I knew straight away that you would love to fuck him and now you have.”

“Can we do this again?” Mark asked. “Catherine you are bloody fantastic. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as multi-orgasmic as you, that just loves having all her holes filled as you do. And you are so beautiful. When Rob showed me your photo, I thought, I wonder how long ago this was taken, but it doesn’t do you justice.”

“Yes, I’d love to do it again but maybe next time you could bring a friend” I smiled, “I just think I might like to have ALL my holes filled at once.” 



Dinner for Three



Tonight's story begins, on the surface, as any routine night in middle America. We have both had a hard day at the office, so we meet at our local burger joint on the way home so neither of us has to cook. Today Samantha gave a presentation to the vice president of marketing so she wore a dark wool suit, the skirt just above her knees. Her silk blouse, burgundy and gray, was high-necked with a bow at the throat. My wife always looks stunning, but this evening she had an extra air of confidence about her, that aura that adds beauty without physical cause.

The restaurant, a small place with only three booths and four tables, caters to the working man, generally the construction trade. Her entrance into the restaurant, striding in on red heels, drew plenty of attention. And if they only knew what I knew ...

I had called her before leaving work and whispered our magic word into her ear. She acknowledged the word, thus signalling that she accepted the role I had crafted for her that evening.

As a sign of her acceptance, she entered the bathroom after we ordered our dinners, then removed her undergarments and loosened her suit jacket. She also rolled the top of her skirt three or four times, thus raising the hemline to mid-thigh. When she sat at the table, she thus barely avoided exposing the tops of her stockings. The other patrons noticed her changed appearance--the wiggle of her bosom swaying gently against the silk, the careful way she walked in her suddenly shorter skirt--and approved or disapproved based on gender.

As she sat down, she winced briefly, then smiled at me. She had remembered to insert the pocket dildo inside her moist recess. Part of her cautious gait was due to this slippery intruder. She had to walk carefully since only her powerful muscles held it in place. (Once it had squirted out and clattered on the floor. When that happens she has to announce, "Oops, my dildo fell out" and pick it up. You can be sure she's very cautious now.)

And so it is we're chomping on burgers and fries at a hole in the wall restaurant, both of us dressed professionally, and she with a sex toy lodged insider her. She tells me about the successful meeting today. I listen intently while staring at the shape of her lips. I can't wait to get them ovaled around my dick, and I tell her so.

My wife is right handed, but as part of our game she's required to keep that hand in her lap and eat only with the left. Merely a symbolic action, it's another way for her to demonstrate her willingness to accept her submissive role for me.

In many ways she has the easier job in our relationship. She merely needs to follow my commands, knowing full well that I'd never truly injure her, nor damage her reputation. In contrast, my part requires creativity--I must continue to come up with new ways to demonstrate my dominance that meet the dual criteria of safety and eroticism, while giving her the chance for explosive sexual release that we both enjoy.

Again I digress from the current scene, so we return to my wife carefully eating fries with her left hand while a plastic phallus fills her cleft and her underwear is stashed in her purse.

My manhood is straining against the trousers of my suit. I think the waitress has noticed: she seems unduly attentive to our table this evening, and keeps glancing towards my lap. I draw the girl to my partner's attention. Naturally, she's already noticed the actions of our server--women are uncanny in detecting when another female is interested in their man.

Remember the difficulty the dominant has in creating exciting new forms of enjoyment? When the waitress, whose name is Wanda, returns with more iced tea, inspiration strikes me. I remind my wife again of the magic word and ask if she's willing to try something new and exciting. If not, she can withdraw her toy and quietly hand it to me beneath the table. Instead of calling the game short, she repeats the magic word in my ear again, along with "I love you."

Smiling, I whisper a few instructions to her. Soon I spot Wanda approaching the table, my wife's back to her. I nod to give my wife her cue, so she recites quietly, "I can't wait to suck your cock--how about a blowjob in the parking lot?" No one but Wanda and me have heard the invitation. I smile knowingly to the waitress and ask for the check. She smiles back, embarrassed to be caught, her blush complete from bosom to scalp. I leave her an outrageous tip, along with a note. "You can watch if you like. Blue Volvo, Nevada plates, back parking lot." I watch as she reads it, her blush redoubling in intensity.

As we head out the door, my wife still carefully balancing on her high heels to keep her slippery friend entrapped within, I overhear Wanda telling the manager "I'm gonna take a cigarette break... see ya in ten."

I walk my wife to the car, open her door, and enjoy seeing her climb gingerly into the passenger seat. She slides to the right edge of the seat, then I climb behind the wheel. I slide my seat all the way back to give her head room while she ducks down to adjust the spacing. She squirms a bit, trying to get the right angle for the blowjob while repositioning the dildo inside.

We're in the darkest section of the parking lot (I always pick this spot, just in case) and soon I detect Wanda's shadow beside me. I look up to see her smiling through the window, waiting to see what tented my trousers before. I tell my wife to unzip my pants and pull out my hard-on. She has a little difficulty--the pressure on the zipper is rather stiff--but eventually I am released into the night air. Wanda gasps when she sees it. Most men brag about the size of their equipment, but I'm not going to bother with dimensions. Instead, I'll merely report that it's all my partner needs and previous girlfriends have all been equally satisfied.

With my manhood now exposed and reaching towards the steering wheel, I rest my hand on my wife's neck. She knows the drill of course, but likes that extra little pressure--another part of the submissive thing, I suppose. She licks my balls for a bit, then slides her tongue along my shaft before finally engulfing it with her lips. At that point I motion to the waitress to climb into the back seat. The sound of the door opening startles my wife, but I'm still holding her head in my lap and she can't pull away. Besides, she knew something like this was about to happen, so she murmurs something unintelligible and resumes sliding her head up and down.

A moment later I feel Wanda looking over my left shoulder as my wife continues to suck. Her perfume is mixed with the smell of grease from the fryer, and her red hair tickles my cheek as she watches. I know I'm going to explode quickly, so I instruct my wife to play with herself. I always prefer that she come first... her release is another sign of surrender, and I love to feel her pounding pulse as she orgasms, the veins in her neck throbbing, her whole body twitching, then sighing with a flush.

With my wife's fingers sliding the dildo in out of her moist recess on the Volvo's leather seat, her aroma overwhelms the earlier scent of Wanda. Then I hear some squishy sounds behind me and realize that some of the musk is coming from the waitress in the back seat, whose fingers are now mimicking my wife's toy as she tries to satisfy her own needs.

A moment later my wife's mouth buries itself in my groin. I feel her go rigid all over, her fingers a blur as she climaxes, relaxes for a few seconds, then crests again. Her orgasm is the trigger I've been waiting for and I erupt deep within her throat. If this were a porno movie she'd pull her face off my dick and smear my nectar on her lips, but this is real life so she captures it all, then drinks it down.

Still buried in her throat, and her own orgasm past, my wife lazily tongues my softening organ, knowing it never really goes limp. She likes the way it loses a bit of its hardness without diminishing in size. I realize too she's still absently stroking herself with her hidden toy.

As we both drift back into reality, we hear Wanda frantically frigging herself in the back seat. She's got one hand roughly squeezing her tits while the other is wrestling with her clit to try and bring herself off.

My wife has absolutely no lesbian tendencies, nor any particular desire to share me with another, but what I propose won't violate either of these principles. I lean down and whisper, "Give Wanda your dildo." She look up at me in surprise then smiles around the fleshy wand still lodged in her mouth.

Using her powerful muscles she squeezes it partway out, then grabs the slick object. Popping her lips free, she rubs it over Wanda's face, cooing "Here, try this; it'll get you off for sure." A moment later the waitress slides it into her mouth, then grabs it and shoves it up inside her, the co-mingled juices making insertion effortless.

Wanda was already close to the edge from the show we'd just provided. It took her only a few seconds for the plastic toy to take her over the brink. If anything, she came even harder than my wife, groaning and trembling for what seemed like minutes. She finally collapsed in the back seat, curled up in the fetal position and gasping for breath as she tried to recover from her orgasm.

It took time, certainly more that the ten minutes Wanda had offered her manager, but eventually everyone's breathing and pulse rates returned to normal. Wanda shoved her tits back inside her bra, buttoned her blouse, and tried in general to straighten herself up. My wife, a bemused look on her face, did the same, after first carefully returning my cock to its hiding place.

Wanda waited until she was otherwise proper, then slowly withdrew the dildo. We both watched her reach for it, enjoying the way her lips remained partially parted even after the extraction, as if begging for more. I turned to the lovely woman who'd just sucked me off and asked, "Darling, would you mind if we let Wanda keep it?" She laughed and replied, "Sure, honey; whatever you want, sir. But I suggest you ask for something in return. Wanda, how about you give us your panties tonight?"

Despite the dim light we both saw Wanda once again blush from bosom to top, then nod in the affirmative. She slid them into her juicy recess, letting them soak for a moment in her fragrance, then handed them to me. Something in her eyes reminded me of my wife, so I decided to push the envelope a little further. "Thanks, Wanda, I hope you enjoyed yourself."

"You betcha," she replied grinning.

"Okay, then, I'm going to ask for one more thing from you."

She looked puzzled for a moment, maybe even a little nervous, but finally asked "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing too difficult I shouldn't think," I replied. "I don't know whether we'll repeat what happened here tonight, but whenever my wife and I come to your restaurant, you should remove your underwear before serving us."

A shocked look flashed across her face, then she lowered her eyes slightly and said she'd do it. My intuition was confirmed; this woman also enjoyed a submissive streak.

"Thanks, Wanda. It's been a pleasure serving you!" I joked.

"Hey, that's supposed to my line!" she retorted. We all laughed together before she climbed out of the car and returned to work.

As for my wife and I, we rushed home but didn't even make it to the bedroom. As soon as the garage door closed and we entered the foyer she was on her knees pulling down my trousers. I let her push me to the floor and straddle me where she quickly rocked herself to another delightful orgasm. I filled her a few minutes later while she continued to ride me. I guess maybe I've got a tiny submissive streak as well.

Funny thing was, after all that activity we were both hungry again!

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Dinner for Three



Kelly takes a risk and unites with Lindsay and Tom again

A cry of ecstasy escaped me as I looked at the two of them, and my fingers churned on my naked thighs.

Lindsay was kneeling on my little bed, up on her hands, her long hair hanging down, as Tom moved in and out of her from behind. Her pretty breasts moved each time he filled her and she thrust back at him to take him deep into her sex. Her face was turned toward me where I sat in a straight-backed chair and watched the two of them fuck. Heavy with lust, her half-lidded brown eyes held mine past the hair framing her face.

I inched the hem of my dress up still higher, baring more of my long legs, opening them, showing her my pussy, wanting her to look at me. I was wet. I was in need. Dragging my fingers up my thighs, I furrowed my own skin as I found pleasure in this moment, wanting her so much, but also wanting Tom, wanting his cock driving into me as it was now going in and out of her.

Only an hour ago, I had looked over the makeshift table I had made up, smoothed out the tablecloth and checked the place settings again. Wine glasses in place, napkins folded, plates waiting. All I lacked was a dinner companion. Or two. There were three places set at the table in my tiny dorm room.

I had moved to the bed again, made up with pillows and throws to seem more like a couch, and rearranged the pillows again. Turning, I surveyed my lair. The place was spotless. A pink scarf was tossed casually over the lamp, giving the room a diffused rosy glow. I wished I had something to drink to calm my nerves, but both of my dinner companions had offered to bring wine, and I had accepted their gracious offers. I hadn't anything of my own.

Getting to this point had taken all my courage. I called Lindsay first. Come for dinner, I had said. We'll hang out, watch a couple of movies. Sure, you can bring wine. And then I called Tom. That was harder. Tom and I had dated last year, and then he just stopped calling me. No break up. No scene. Just nothing. I assumed he had moved on to the next girl of the month. He was an English major, and you know how they are. He also played the guitar in the bars, so he got a bit of feminine attention. He was even a bit notorious.

I was no virgin before we dated, but Tom did things to me that no man had done. Nasty things. Fun things. Things I liked. Things I wanted him to do again and again and again. And then, later, again.

I slipped into the hardly-a-dress I had bought for the evening. I had seen it in a shop downtown and had lusted after it months. It was far too expensive and entirely too sheer for me to actually wear anywhere, but it had looked so nice on me when I had tried it on last fall. It hugged without binding, fell gracefully to drape me and reveal me too. I wasn't wearing a thing under it. This was not an evening for subtlety. I had invited them over to fuck.

I had asked them each to arrive at different times. I knew Tom was always punctual, but I had no idea about Lindsay, and I wanted her there first. She would see that dress, the three place settings, the bed disguised as a couch that was the only comfortable place to sit to watch movies. She would know what was up, and, if she didn't, I would tell her. She was Tom's girlfriend, after all. But she was late already.

Two weeks earlier, the three of us, along with my own date, had gone off for a ski weekend and gotten snowed in at a highway motel along the way. And we had all fucked in the same room. The boys hadn't played together, but Linds and I had, and the boys did us both. I had liked it. I liked it a lot. I wasn't so interested in my date, though having two men in me at the same time was amazingly fine. My date clearly thought I was a little slut from the way he had behaved afterwards though, but he was no great loss. But being with Tom and Lindsay together again, oh that was something I was interested in. Tom and Lindsay and Kelly.

The knock on the door brought me back from my memories of making love to them. I opened it to find beautiful Lindsay standing there in a big old parka. I stepped back to let her into the room. She smiled brightly, then her eyes widened as she really got a look at me in that dress. She started to hold up the wine and say something, but I silenced her with a finger on her lips. Taking her hand, I led her into the room, set down the wine and eased the coat off her shoulders. She was wearing a cute little low-cut top and jeans. I barely had time to take her in before I flowed into her arms and kissed her. Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue to mine as her arms came around me. We embraced and kissed for a long moment. I pulled away, looking into her eyes and seeing questions, then closed my own eyes and kissed her again.

I finally pulled away and lowered my eyes. "Shall I open the wine?" She nodded, not yet quite ready to speak.

I had my back to her, working on the cork when she finally did. I heard her shoes hit the floor as she made herself comfortable. I felt a little thrill. Taking my shoes off is something I do when I anticipate sex later. Was she the same? 

"Kelly, you come across as so shy and reserved, then, whammo, you just blow me away."

"Do I?" I turned handing her a glass of wine. I sat down in a graceful and confident manner (I hoped) very close to her.

She curled her knees up in front of her as she leaned against the pillows. "You look very seductive. Are you planning to seduce me?" Her eyes sparkled.

I tossed my hair back and took a sip of win, looking at her over the rim. "Would I have to?"

She laughed. She has a deep, throaty laugh. She leaned forward, giving an excellent view of her chest and touched my leg lightly. "Have you decided that you like girls then? Or is it just me?"

I leaned forward and kissed her again. "I'd never really thought about it—being with another girl—much until the party at Jeni's. And that was a wonderful experience."

Lindsay smiled. We had met and made love there.

"I have thought about it a lot since then. I don't think I have suddenly become a lesbian. I don't think it works that way."

Lindsay laughed. "Speaking as a lesbian, I can confirm that."

I chilled. I had assumed she was bisexual, as I was coming to terms with that being a fit description for myself. "But, you have a boyfriend."

She came to me again, kissing me deeply and hotly, her hand on my leg moving higher and growing more firm in its touch. "I don't have a boyfriend."

Oh, god. Had I miscalculated so badly? I had thought that she and Tom were dating. They were together on the ski trip. They certainly didn't seem like strangers. She had gone down on him and fucked him while I did my date in that hotel room, before we all did it together. I hadn't wanted to see them making love at first because it still kind of hurt that Tom was with her.

"Oh, Tommmmmmm," she murmured on my lips as if reading my mind. "I get an itch for cock now and then, and, with Tom, you know, I knew it would never get serious. I was going for girl of the month." She laughed again.

This was not going the way it was supposed to go at all. I believed they were a couple, and I was going to offer myself to them as a third, something erotic and exotic. Maybe more, depending on how things went. Apparently, he hadn't changed at all, not if Linds called herself the girl of the month. I thought I was the only one who did that. Maybe it was a big sorority.

Lindsay laughed a little as she drew back. "Were you planning to seduce me away from him?"

I sat forward, just miserable. "No, planning to seduce you and him both. Together"

I got up and walked to the table, indicating the three place settings. Her eyes took in my look, the table, the soft pink light, the pillows on the couch, the see-through dress.

"You invited Tom here tonight too?" Lindsay asked.

I nodded, feeling foolish and stupid and entirely under-dressed. "I've made a horrible mistake. I'd better change before he gets here."

Lindsay started to speak, but the knock on the door interrupted. I flushed red, feeling the blood surging into my face and chest. Backing toward the desk and its rosy glowed lamp, I cringed.

Lindsay uncurled herself from the couch like a big, smug cat and went to open the door. She pulled it open and pressed herself seductively along its edge, reaching one arm up to the top of the door and posing, stretching languorously as she beckoned him into the room.

I waved. Tom looked from me to Lindsay and back. "Dinner and a movie?" he asked.

"No, dinner, movie and group sex," Lindsay said, her voice thick with sarcasm.

Tom turned from me to Lindsay and back, his bottle of wine held in one hand. 

"Kelly thought we were a couple," Lindsay explained for me. "She invited us over to seduce us."

I felt my face heating as I flushed, and my heart beat hard in my chest which was turning scarlet above the low cut of my ridiculous dress.

Tom turned to me. "I like being seduced." He smiled.

Lindsay closed the door and moved to stand next to Tom, laying her head on his arm. "Mmmmm, so do I. Look at her." Her body swayed as she moved against him. "She is gorgeous. See? You can see her nipples right through her dress. And where she stands, against the light? You can see right through it. The shape of her body, the length of her legs..." She rubbed herself along his side, dragging her breasts back and forth over his arm. "Don't you just want to fuck her?"

I bit my lip, watching her touching herself to him. Very quietly, I said, "I want to see you two do it."

Lindsay paused in her caresses and raised an eyebrow, saying into Tom's ear. "Oh, an exhibitionist first, and now she wants to be a voyeur too. "

Tom turned and took Lindsay in his arms, drawing her up onto her toes to kiss her, his hands moving over her body as the kiss deepened. Lindsay ran her fingers through his hair and moved up and down on Tom's leg, pressing her sex to his thigh as it came between her legs. With a deep sigh, she broke away and suggested Tom pour us all a glass of wine. "You do plan to stay, don't you?" she asked him.

Tom smiled and looked at me again, then went to pick up the bottle, that being answer enough for anyone. Lindsay turned to me, the smile that makes me feel so wicked warming me all over. She'd made a decision. "Undress me." It was almost more of a command than invitation.

I moved to her, kissing her as her arms moved around me, pulling me close to her again. The touch of her breasts just under mine sparked through me as our bodies joined. Her tongue licked at my lips and opened them. Still kissing her, I tugged her t-shirt out of her jeans and up, breaking free of the kiss just long enough to lift her shirt over her head as she raised her arms for me. I pressed myself to her again, the heat of her skin radiating through the thin material of my dress as I reached around to unclasp her bra. Slipping it from her shoulders, I gently pulled it down her arms and off, laying it away with her tee.

Lindsay's hands came up, holding my face as we kissed, she now bare to the waist. With gentle pressure, she directed me lower. I let her direct my face, kissing her neck, showering her with kisses, laving her with my tongue. Her sighs and cries of pleasure made me throb and pulse and my pussy felt heavy. I was getting wet, and I loved that I was getting wet from kissing this girl.

With her hands still on my face, she brought my lips down, between her breasts, around them, kissing each darling nipple as it stood up so prettily for me. For us. I felt Tom beside me, handing her her wine, felt her body move as she raised the glass to her lips, heard her swallowing as I held on nipple in my mouth. She shifted again and pulled him close, and I looked up to see him leaning in to kiss her. I raised a hand to stroke his ass as I moved my lips lower down her body, to the waist of her jeans. Kissing her tummy, I worked her pants open, letting go of Tom just long enough to tug her jeans past her full, womanly hips. 

The scent of her arousal was strong as her pants came away. I kissed her mound through her panties, falling to my knees to slip her jeans down her legs, holding them for her as she lifted one foot and then the other to step free of them. Raising my head, I kissed her pussy, feeling the dampness of her panties on my lips. She might be a lesbian, but the girl was turned on by what we were doing, the three of us. I eased my fingers into her panties, curled them up and tugged downward to bare her pussy, seeing the close cut hair that lay across her mound, her vulva swollen with desire. As my fingers brought her panties down her thighs, I pressed my tongue to her sex, licking, slowly, with long broad laps as she held Tom in her arms and kissed him. She was tart under my tongue, syrupy and aromatic. I quite liked the taste of Lindsay Smith. I eased my tongue between her labia, wriggling it, feeling that she was even wetter inside. Smiling broadly, I knew I had done this to her; I had made her wet, with my wicked plan, my kisses, my caresses, my licks; I had aroused this goddess.

I kissed lower then, down her legs, nipping with my lips. I saw Tom's pants pushing down past me as Lindsay opened them and took out his growing cock. Pausing my kissing, I untied his boots for him and helped him out of them and his pants before returning my lips to Lindsay's legs. I kissed lower still, down her calves, to her ankles. I suddenly felt a thrill of excitement as I bent low to the ground and licked and adored her, some unknown desire rising in me as I knelt and kissed her legs.

I felt her shift again, her fingers curling in my hair as she tugged and brought up my head. Lindsay was drawing me up again, gently, up fully onto my knees, to where she held Tom's cock. I turned my face toward him, and she touched the head to my lips, running the head over them as if she was putting on gloss, the thick, spongy head of his cock painting my lips.

"Open your mouth, Kelly," she said softy, yet there was something strong in her tone, and I found I liked the idea of obeying her, even though sucking Tom's cock was something I wanted desperately to do. I moved forward and let her feed his hardness into my mouth, feeling the length of him slipping in, gliding past my tongue and probing deeper. I closed my lips around him and began to bob my head. My hair fell as Lindsay released it, cascading softly around my face and down my back. 

As I fellated Tom, Lindsay moved away, tossing the pillows from my couch bed and peeling back the covers. As my face rose up and fell down on him, I head the bed creak as she crawled onto it.

"Oh, my darling little cocksucker," she murmured as she looked at me. "Tom? Isn't she a darling little cocksucker?"

Tom laughed lightly. "She is a marvelous cocksucker, Linds." He pulled off his shirt and cast it away, now naked too.

I knew she was watching me. I wanted to be beautiful for her. I closed my eyes and believed that I was, there on my knees, with Tom fucking my face and my transparent dress hinting at my naked body beneath it. I was lovely and sexy in the moment, and I liked them calling me that: cocksucker.

"Kelly, honey?" Lindsay whispered. "Put him in me now."

I raised my head from his cock and turned to look at her. She was up on her hands and knees on the bed, her fabulous hair hanging down, her boobs dangling from her chest. She looked wanton and desirable. I was going to love watching her fuck Tom this time. When we had done this before, sort of, in the hotel room, I hadn't wanted to see the two of them do it. I know it is silly, but I had feelings for Tom and seeing him make love to my replacement was just kind of painful. Now, everything was different. This time was for the three of us.

I rose, wrapping my fingers around Tom's cock, feeling him slick from my mouth, and pumped his thickness as I led him to the bed. Releasing him for the moment, I leaned across the bed and ran my tongue between Lindsay's cheeks. She has this thing about licking there. The first time she touched me, she licked my butt. I didn't know if she liked things going into her there or not though. Laying my hands on her round ass, I opened her cheeks and ran my tongue down, to her pussy, licking her there again. I was preparing my lover to fuck my lover. Again, I felt as if a jolt of electricity had hit me.

Tom's weight made the bed shift as he knelt behind Lindsay. I lifted my tongue from her to once more, her cream coating it, to take him into my mouth. I sucked hard, curling my tongue around and around his shaft. Pulling my head back, I drew my mouth off of him until just the head was held by my lips, and I looked up at him and saw him looking down at me, smiling. I took his cock in my hand again, letting go with my lips, and smiled back at him, then touched the tip of him to Lindsay's sex. She pushed back as she felt the touch of him. I stroked his cock up and down between her lips as she opened. They both pulled back, and they then streamed together again as his cock slid right into her all the way. I watched raptly, seeing the cock that had just been in my mouth going into another girl's pussy.

Conflicting emotions roiled in me. I saw the look of lust and expectation on Tom's face. I saw the two of them fucking right in front of me. I felt a pang of jealousy that I had to tell myself was ridiculous, this was what I wanted, a threesome with the two people who excited me most. I wanted to fuck another girl again, and be fucked by one. And I wanted Tom to fill me up and make me come with his wonderful cock.

I stayed there for a moment, watching him go in and out of her. I had seen this before, as I had lain under her and she had licked me in that motel room while he put his cock into her. This time, I was an adjunct though, not really fully involved. Yet. 

I moved away from them, perching on my desk chair as I spread my legs and watched. I had never just done that, ever, just watched two people doing it. My fingers cupped my pussy, and I held myself and felt how wet I was, how turned on by this. Lindsay ran her tongue out, licking her lips, looking at me. Then Tom slammed into her and her eyes rolled up. A long, low moan came out of her, and she began to quiver, falling forward onto her elbows as they fucked. My lovers were fucking. Lifting my dress past my hips, I crossed my arms and slipped it off, laying it over the other desk chair as my eyes flew back to Lindsay and Tom.

Her mouth was hanging open as she came, her eyes squeezed shut. I could see the way her body tensed up and her muscles went taut as her orgasm took her. Going to my knees, I went to her, kissing her around her gasps as Tom held deep inside of her as her body shook. She kissed me back with short little busses, beginning to move on him again, slowly. His stokes were long and slow, delighting her with the way they filled her. She and I kissed, and she ran her fingers into my hair and petted me as she was fucked. Her body began to buck back at his more quickly, and I knew she was wanting to come again. I wanted that for her, wanted her to feel what I had felt as Tom brought me off with his cock inside of me. I closed my hand over one of her breasts and pressed it to her chest as she opened her mouth in sweet, heavenly pleasure and came again. The three of us stayed together for a few moments as her orgasm that had brought her up so high coursed through her.

Tom slipped out of her when she was ready, his cock hard and shiny as he sat beside her on my bed. Gently, he lifted Lindsay too, holding her and kissing her. Turning her in his strong arms, she faced me again, and I showered her hot body with kisses on her breasts and her belly. She spread her legs, and my kisses rained down on her mound and her sex. I was licking a girl again. My, my, my.




Dinner for Three



"Kelly likes to be tied up, you know," I heard him whisper in Lindsay's ear as his hands covered her breasts and teased her still stiff nipples.

I felt myself flushing again as I lapped at her pussy.

"Well, let's tie her up then," Lindsay murmured back, turning to kiss him over her shoulder. They separated, one on either side of me, as they brought me to my feet. Tom urged me down onto the bed, and I tried to hide my embarrassed eyes even as my body spread out across it, arms naturally rising over my head and my legs opening and seeking out the corners of the mattress.

Tom reached under the mattress by my right ankle and drew out the rope that led down and around the leg of the frame that was hidden there. He remembered. He had first wound the rope around the legs of my little dorm bed and tied me up, way last spring. He was the one to bind me during sex, driving me wild with indescribable passion as his hard cock drove in and out of me and the dynamic tension in my tied limbs took me higher into orgasm than I had ever believed possible.

"Still there?" he asked, confirming what he thought he already knew.

"No, I put them back when I moved in again in the fall."

He laughed, and I felt Lindsay slipping the rope at the head of the bed around my right wrist and securing me.

"How come you never tied me up," Lindsay asked as she leaned on the bed to reach for my left arm to tie it as well.

"I would have," he answered.

"Oh, really?" Lindsay said, challenge ringing in her low, rocky voice.

"Really," Tom told her, and I felt the bed move as he got between my open legs. I raised my knees as much as the ropes allowed, offering myself to him, wanting him to fuck me.

Lindsay leaned on the bed too, kissing me, the fingers of one hand teasing my stiff nipples. Her nails pressed into the tender flesh at the base of one, digging in, and I gasped.

She dragged her long hair over my breasts, delighting me with tenderness following the nip of her nails. "Exhibitionist, voyeur, and masochist too?" she growled at me. But then she kissed me, softly and lovingly.

Tom ran cock ran along the lips of my pussy. His hard-on was still slick and wet from Lindsay's pussy, and that excited me. The head of it dipped between my lips, and I bucked my hips to him to take it deeper. He moved, sliding into me, and my body welcomed him, taking him inside of me, where he belonged.

I cried out with delight and pleasure and, I feared, love.

Lindsay was leaning in close. "Are you, Kelly? A masochist? Do you like pain?" Her nails sank into my nipple again, and I lifted my chest to her.

I whimpered but said nothing. Tom felt so good fucking me. And there was a strange delight in what Lindsay was doing to me. It hurt, but in a good way. I cried out with pleasure, intense pleasure, in answer.

She rose up, leaning over me and giving me her breasts to kiss and lick. "Did you ever spank her?" she asked Tom, "or more?"

"More," he told her, rolling his hips, exciting my clit with pressure from the base of his hard cock in me.

"So, I can whip her sometime?" Lindsay asked.

I cried out and came at the idea of my girl lover whipping me.

Tom kept fucking me through my orgasm. "And I'll whip you, Linds," he said. It was not a question.

Instead of answering, she rose and straddled my face, giving me her pussy. I licked her with delight as Tom moved in me. My first little orgasm sizzled through me, and I muffled my cries of pleasure in the blossom of her pussy. Lindsay wriggled above me, her orgasm coming too, and I thrilled to hear her crying out.

Oh, I was in heaven. My two lovers were there with me. We were making love, as three. I wanted it to last forever. Tom, the most magnificent lover I had ever known, was slamming his cock into my pussy, while Lindsay, beautiful, daring, wicked Lindsay, was crying out as my tongue licked her to another orgasm. I felt so sensual to know that I was giving her pleasure like this. The guilt and turmoil that had cost me sleep since I first had to acknowledge that I was attracted to other women seemed to just fall away in that moment. I liked girls. I was going to be proud of that and bold from now on. Whatever that made me, it didn't change me.

Tom's big hands covered my breasts as his thrusts took me deeply. I could feel the calluses on the tips of the fingers on his left hand catching on my smooth skin as he fondled me and fucked me. I lifted my hips to him, giving myself to him, the motion of his hardness inside of me causing my soul to soar as I felt my orgasm coming. Tom felt it too, and he fucked me harder and faster, finally driving deep into me as he came too, the two of us together, our orgasms uniting us.

Lindsay lifted from my face as she heard and felt me coming. I fought the ropes that held me, my muscle taut and afire as I strained against them. God, I loved that feeling. As my orgasm faded away, she began touching me, her soft hands stroking my body. I could feel her hair falling across my flesh as she dragged her face over my bare skin, kissing and licking at me.

Stretching out next to me, she pressed her body to mine and kissed me softly, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth as I turned my head to her. Between my bound open thighs, her fingers danced, scratching through the hair on my mound before dipping lower. From out of me, she drew Tom's cum and my own cream and coated my clitoris, being careful of my sensitivity as she began to roll my flesh. Then her fingers slipped into me, and Lindsay was fucking me. I wanted so much to wrap my arms around her as we made love. I tugged at them, but my lovers were unrelenting and kept me tied as Lindsay kissed me and fucked me. I felt my orgasm filling me up again, and I began to gasp, wrapping my fingers around the ropes above my hands and holding on hard as she made me come again. And again. And again. She kept fucking me until I could only lie helplessly in my bonds and try to remember how to breathe.

Eventually, they untied me and we all lay snuggled together. There was an awkward moment when there was a knock on the door when the dinner I had ordered arrived. Neither Tom nor Lindsay made so much as a move to cover themselves, but I clutched my dress to my chest as I opened the door wide enough to take the bags of Thai food I had requested and to hand out the payment and tip. I think the guy may have seen quite a lot of me, as his eyes widened really big once when my dress slipped. If he saw two other naked people on the bed behind me, I don't know.

We fed each other spicy food, licking it off one another when someone spilled as we awkwardly trade bites between us in bed. We even got around to watching the movie I had rented. There was more kissing, a lot more licking, and a dozen or so orgasms all around. We finally all drifted off to sleep, with Tom lying with his back to the wall, I nestled in his arms and Lindsay pressed to me, breast to breast. It came so naturally. It turned out to be the way we almost always slept together (though eventually in a bigger bed). I was the one who brought us together. I was the bond between Lindsay and Tom. We were going to be three.



Dinner for Three



When we got to the restaurant, it was crowded. My friend and I were out on the town or her last night in town. We didn't want to go anywhere else for dinner, but we weren't sure we wanted to wait 45 minutes for a table, either. Then I saw you, sitting by yourself in the dining area. I went over to say hi. you explained that your friend didn't show, and you were debating leaving, without eating. I mentioned the 45 minute wait and ask if we could join you. You said yes. we sat and had a nice dinner. Wine was flowing and the food was great. You asked, over dessert, what we were going to do. I said that we were out on the town for her last night. You smiled and said, "You could always have a night out on me."

I looked at her, and we both smiled. We looked back at you and said, "we're game."

You raised you finger in the air and called out "check please!"

We got out of there and decided to go back to her place. She was packed up, but there were still sheets on the bed. We moved quickly to that bed and we all laid down, with you in the middle. I kissed you on the cheek and I whispered in your ear, "go to her first, it's OK. I know it's hard to resist that red hair."

You smiled, said thank you and rolled towards her. As you started kissing her, I rolled up behind you, pressing my tits to your back. I reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. I began to kiss and lick your neck as you continued kissing her. You rolled back on your back and turned toward me, and I finally got to kiss that mouth I've been dreaming of. She takes over on your neck as our hands begin to run up and down your legs. I break the kiss to remove your shirt. She and I each take a nipple in our mouth as your cock threatens to rip through your jeans. Both of us have our hands on you. enjoying your moans as we lick, suck and nibble at your nipples, while rubbing your cock through your jeans. I unzip your pants to unleash your cock. I can't wait to have that hot, hard flesh in my hand, and ultimately, in my mouth. 

She and I lick our way down your stomach. As we get closer to your cock, we look up at each other. We break away from you to kiss. Kissing a girl is different, more gentle, more soft. And this kiss is tentative at first. But as our kiss grows, so too, does your cock in our hands. I didn't think you could get any harder than you were. But seeing us kiss does it. We kiss across your stomach, our hair tickling your chest and legs. Our hands stroke your cock. We break our kiss and both move back to you. I take your balls in my mouth as she takes your cock in hers. you almost cum, just from the pleasure of two mouths on you, but I squeeze gently to help stop you. 

I move up on all fours, still licking your balls, position myself so you can reach my tits as they hang down. We all decided there were too many clothes still on, so we stop long enough to take most of them off. She and I kept our garters, stockings and shoes on, while you were completely naked and laid out for us to see. You were even more magnificent than I thought. I went back to your cock, as she took your balls in hand. You began pulling at our nipples, as she got up on all fours, too. We couldn't let you cum yet, though. I had plans...so we let go of you and turned back to each other. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her, as I ground my thigh against her clit. You were watching us, slowly stroking yourself. 

I roll her onto her back, and kiss my way down her neck, to her chest, slowly working towards her nipples. I stop long enough to tell you it's time. I want you to bury yourself in her pussy and cum. You don't wait two seconds before you are balls deep inside her dripping pussy. I am licking, sucking and nibbling her nipples as you stroke long and hard in her tight, wet pussy. After awhile, you can't hold on, you pull out and shoot your cum all over her pussy. I smile, because this is exactly what I hoped for. I move my way down her stomach and start to clean her up, with my mouth. After I lick your cum off of her, I continue licking her. My mouth on her clit, fingers inside of her. Stroking her and bringing her again and again. 

Then, I feel you. Your hands on my ass as you bring your ready cock to my pussy. I shifted, and moved my hand back to you, and placed your cock at my ass. I moan into her pussy as you slowly enter my ass. You move slowly at first, opening me up to you. but eventually, I am open and you start pounding my ass. I scream my orgasm into her as you continue slamming into me. You cum again, filling my ass. She's about spent, but I still want, need more. 

You go and wash up and come back to bed. I am lying on my back, holding her, when you come back. You kiss me, kiss her, then kiss down to my aching clit. You tongue me, expertly, as you make me cum again. I want more. And I want you, in my mouth. I ask you to swing around. We get into a 69 and I take your cock deep into my throat. You're a little soft after cumming twice, so far, but I have faith in my ability to bring you back. 

I push your hips, so just your head is in my mouth. I lick and suck just your head, taking my time, coaxing you back to hardness. Once you are hard again, I lick just your shaft. I can't concentrate well, with your lips on my clit, so I move us to a better position, one where I can deep throat you, and concentrate on what I am doing. I suck you slowly all the way down. Once you are in my mouth a far as you can go, I use my tongue on your head as I am still sucking you in my throat. I pull back, and then take you all the way in again. Over and over. Slowly, slowly, over and over again, up and down on your cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth. Thick and hot. I love giving head. It's my favorite pastime. 

As much as I wanted to drink your sweet cum, I know what you like more than that. I allow you to pull out of my mouth and shoot your load all over my face. When you are done, she comes over, kisses me and starts to clean my face. We both had the opportunity to clean up your cum without mouths. She left the last drop on her tongue and kissed me again. I loved sharing your cum with her. 

We were happy to share our night out with you, and I hope, next time, you and I have the opportunity to explore alone.



Dinner for Three



"Hey Hunneee," I called out from behind the shower curtain, "is that you?" 

"Now who else would it be, you ass," he replied with a low chuckle. 

"Ok, just checking," I giggled as I peeked out from behind the curtain, all wet and soapy, my hair lathered up with shampoo. "A girl can't be too careful these days you know, I mean, when my knight in shining armor isn't here to protect me."

He was standing at the sink, lathering up his face with shaving cream - Old Spice - my favorite. 

"Ooohhh....my knight is grooming...love it babe....shave that baby face and make your head all smooth for me...mmm mmm...I am already all smooth by the way, you know, in case you were wondering," I said with a giggle. 

"Get your ass back in that shower woman!" he said, emphasizing the 'woman' for effect. 

I let out an exaggerated groan in response.

"And don't worry about what I am doing, just get yourself ready!! What time is she coming anyway?" he asked.

"She will be here in 1 hour. We have 1 hour. Ok?" I called out through the curtain. "We just have to decide on the food. What do you think about Chinese?" I asked, giggling to myself, but he couldn't hear me. "How does Dinner for 3 sound hun?" I asked, laughing outloud.

"Oh I am going to come in there and beat that smart ass of yours if you don't stop," he said exasperated.

"But I am serious," I said. "You order it ok? The flyer is in the kitchen. I'll be out in a minute."

"Yes dear," he said with a sigh. "Can I finish shaving first?" he asked, laughing to himself.

After I finished my shower and he ordered the food, he sat on the couch to watch TV and I spent the next hour doing my hair, makeup, deciding what to wear...lingerie or casual....decisions, decisions. 

Men, I thought to myself as I did a final wardrobe check in the mirror, shaking my head. They really have no idea how easy they have it. They just have to shave and show up. That's it. I looked around the corner to see him watching TV, looking totally calm and relaxed. He was so incredibly sexy to me. He looked much younger than his 37 year. 5'10. Toned muscular body. Rich chocolate skin. Boyish baby face. He looked so fine in his faded blue jeans and tight Bob Marley t-shirt. We had been together for one year now. And this was going to be our first threesome. 

"Hey sexy, don't go to sleep or anything," I called out with a laugh. 

"Ha ha ha" he replied. "Aren't you ready yet??" he asked sarcastically. 

I came out of the bathroom wearing my lowest cut shirt and tightest black jeans. Being 42 D I didn't really need a push up bra to achieve the push up effect. 

"So, how do I look?" I asked him with a smile.

"Totally fuckable," he replied with a grin. "When is she getting here?"

"Hopeless," I said smiling, "totally hopeless."

Before I knew it the food arrived and then very shortly after that there was another knock at the door. 

"Omg she's here," I said, jumping up off the couch. 

"Ok, calm down," he said, "relax your ass and go answer the door."

"Oh shut up," I called over my shoulder as I made my way to the door.

I opened the door and there she was. So pretty. Long shiny black hair. Sky blue eyes. Fair skin. Seductive lips. A shapely hourglass figure with just a little extra padding. All wrapped up in a hip length wool jacket, cinched at the waist emphasizing her figure. 

"Leila," I exclaimed, greeting her with a warm smile. "Come on in," I welcomed her, holding the door open.

I reached out to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume, obsession I believe, and the faint scent of lavender in her hair. Intoxicating.

"Here," I said, "let me take your coat. Then we can go down to see Levi. We've got Chinese food and white wine, chardonnay. Hope you like wine." 

"Oh yes, definitely," she replied as she headed towards the living room. I watched her walk down the stairs. Like me, she was also wearing tight black jeans, but her blouse was sheer pink, falling over one shoulder with a pink lace camisole underneath. 

"Wow," I thought to myself, following her down the stairs. I could not wait for Levi to see her. 

He was already up and out of his seat greeting her with a hug and a kiss by the time I rounded the corner. I smiled. This night was going to be amazing. But first, we had to eat. It was, after all, the only civilized thing to do. But our eyes kept meeting, his and mine, and we were both in primal mode already. She was so beautiful. And sexy. I had no idea just what he was thinking at that moment, but I was already licking her pussy in my mind. Sweet sweet pussy. Shapely ass. Large round breasts. I could only imagine. 

Fuck, I thought to myself, let's just hurry up and eat already. I looked at him again. His eyes had grown darker. He looked....intense. 

"How about some wine hunneee?" I asked him cheerfully. "Would you like some wine Leila?" I asked her, reaching out to touch her arm, an affectionate gesture. Women so love to be touched.

"Yes please," she replied sweetly. 

He got up to go to the kitchen and I excused myself to 'help' him carry the glasses. When I got to the kitchen he was popping the cork. I told him I thought he might need help. 

He smiled at me and whispered, "This woman is HOT. What are you going to do? Do you need MY help?" 

"Oh no," I said. "I'll help you with the wine and then I am going to excuse myself to change into something more comfortable. And then I am going to take her into the bedroom for a little while. You come in when you hear her screaming ok?"

His face broke into a big grin. "Ok," he said, "but don't take too long cause I'll be coming in soon whether there is screaming or not. Both your asses will be mine and the first thing I want to see is both of you on your knees sucking my dick." 

"Yes hunnee, don't you worry, your dick is going to get sucked tonight," I whispered, laughing softly.

With that I took 2 glasses, one for myself and one for Leila, and headed back down the stairs. He came down behind me carrying his glass. 

"I want to propose a toast," I declared with a smile. "Here's to new friends," I said lifting my glass.

We clinked our glasses, took a sip, and then I excused myself again making a beeline for my bedroom.

I quickly got out of my clothes and into my purple teddy. I love how the material feels against my skin. It hugs my curves snugly and just makes me feel sexy. Then I moved a couple things around so I had an open spot where she could stand against the wall. I was going to make her stand until she got weak in the knees. 

Coming back into the living room they both looked up at me, silence for a moment, intent stares. 

"Wow," she said, "you look great. I love your outfit. Very sexy." 

He smiled and said, "I agree, she looks great doesn't she Leila?" 

Then he continued to add that we both looked great. He knew we had to put her up on a pedestal.

I smiled seductively at Leila and said, "You need to come with me hun," reaching out to take her by the hand.

She looked at her glass of wine on the table and I said, "Its ok, let me get that glass for you," as I gently tugged on her hand and pulled her up and off the couch. "Come with me," I said, "I won't bite, unless you want me to." Such an old line, but a good one. 

I glanced in his direction and said, "We are just going to have some girl time ok hun?"

He smiled and replied, "Sure no problem. Have fun but don't forget about me."

"Oh no, we won't forget about you," I said with a laugh, "will we Leila?" 

"No Levi," she said, flashing him a big smile, "we won't forget about you."

I grinned. She was letting him know that she was into him too. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"I'll call you," I mouthed to him before I whisked her into my room and swung the door behind me. 

I left it open a crack. I wanted him to hear us. And I knew full well that he would be coming in before I called him. Because I fully planned on making our new friend scream her fucking head off.

When we got into the room I turned around, took her face in my hands, and planted a kiss on those cherry red lips of hers. 

Pulling back I asked, "Do you trust me?" 

"Yes," she replied, looking a little bewildered by the question.

"Good," I said, "I am going to blindfold you. Are you ok with that?"

I wanted to be dominant but I also wanted to make sure it would be received well. This was our first time together. I did not want to scare her away because if I did that before he got involved I knew he would kill me! 

"Yes," she whispered, looking visibly turned on already.

That's all I needed to hear.

"Before I blindfold you I need to get this blouse off," I said matter of factly. "Put your arms up hun." 

And she did it. She put her arms up in the air waiting for me to take off her blouse and I felt giddy, heady with the feeling of being in control.

First the blouse came off, then the camisole. She was wearing a pink lace bra underneath too. So pretty.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.

I could feel myself getting wet. Reaching behind me to the dresser for my scarf I smiled at her and gave her another kiss. Just a quick one. This was going to be all about the tease. Then I proceeded to wrap the scarf around her head, covering her eyes, tieing it at the back, asking her if it was too tight. She said no. 

"Such a good girl," I whispered.

"Turn around," I told her in a firm yet gentle voice. "Put your hands up against the wall."

I paused for a moment. I understood that part of the excitement of using a blindfold is that you can make your partner wait. Not knowing what is going to happen next, not talking and taking breaks can really build the anticipation and the sexual tension. The higher the tension, the more explosive the reaction would be when it happens.

So I paused for a moment and then I reached out to run my hand through her hair, slowly applying gentle pressure and tugging on her hair to pull her head back. She gasped aloud when I did that. She liked it. I was definitely getting the feeling that she was a submissive. The more reaction she gave me, the more excited I became, driving me to become more comfortable in my dominance, and to push her limits further.

"You like that sweetie?" I asked demurely. "You like it when I pull your hair?" 

Her breaths were coming quicker. She moaned softly.

"Do you?" I asked again. "Tell me, do you like it?"

"Yes," she replied in a throaty whisper.

"Good girl," I said in a soothing voice.

Releasing my grasp from her hair I reached around her waist to unfasten her jeans and pull them down around her ankles. Again she gasped aloud. Oh how I love that sound. 

"I don't think you need these do you hun?" I asked in a low whisper. "They are just going to get in the way."

No response, except for the raspy sound of her breathing.

Lifting one foot, then the other, I freed her from her jeans and tossed them aside. I took a moment to quickly remove her socks and toss those aside too while I was down there.

Standing back up I paused again for a moment, not speaking, just listening to the sound of her breathing.

Satisfied that she had suffered in silence long enough I reached out with both hands and unfastened the clasps of her bra, pushing aside the straps, leaving her back totally bare, allowing me to gently run my hands up and down her back, giving her goose bumps as I did so. The best way to touch a woman's skin is to barely make contact. Hovering my hands just slightly above her skin and moving my hands up and down, back and forth, tickling and teasing her skin, served to heighten her response, making her ache and squirm, craving full contact. 

Then, still not saying a word, I reached around, placed my hands just underneath the swell of her breasts, and slowly started to push the cups up and away from her skin, freeing her breasts completely, open to the touch. 

"Stand up straight," I instructed her, making her take her hands off the wall so I could completely remove her bra and toss it aside. 

"Ok hun, lean over again, hands against the wall, spread your feet apart," I commanded.

Taking a deep shaky breath she did as she was told. I didn't want to play with her breasts yet. I was still focused on giving her the ultimate tease, to make her squirm and ache and beg. 

Getting back down on my knees I decided instead to focus on her ass. Such a lovely ass. Down on my knees I reached up with both hands and began rubbing my hands across her ass cheeks through the silky material of her pink satin panties. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. She started to moan and leaned over further jutting her ass out further from the wall. Like a cat in heat arching her back. She was getting so excited. So was I.

I started to tease her with my fingers, slipping them in and out of the edge of her panties, then removing them again. First I slid my fingers just inside the bottom edge of her panties where they hugged her tight little ass. Then I slid them inside the gusset on both sides to gently graze her sweet, sweet pussy. I wanted to fuck her with my fingers but I resisted the temptation.

At this point she was whimpering. Knowing full well that Levi would be coming in soon I reached up, grabbed a hold of the waistband, and quickly pulled them down. Again she gasped. Louder this time. Helping her to lift her feet to free her from her panties I tossed them aside to join the rest of her discarded clothing. She was now completely naked, leaning over, her hands braced against the wall, her back arched, ass sticking out, whimpering as if in pain. Her body was aching to be touched.

I was excited too. Very excited. I did not want to be slow or gentle anymore. I wanted to grab her ass cheeks and pry them apart and drag my tongue all the way up the crack of her ass.

"You have such a nice ass, you know that?" I asked, my own voice trembling now, my breaths coming quicker. 

She groaned in response. 

"Has anyone ever licked your ass hun?" I asked her.

More groaning, "No," she whispered, "no, never."

"Well then you are in for a real treat," I said, laughing softly to myself. 

Heavy breathing, whimpering, leaning harder against the wall, her arms and legs were starting to tremble. 

Reaching up to separate the cheeks of her sweet, sweet ass, I propped myself up higher on my knees and placed the tip of my tongue against that area where her pussy meets her ass, and slowly dragged my tongue up the crack of her ass, grazing her tight little hole as I made my way upwards. 

She was crying out now, tapping her hand against the wall, spreading her legs wider, breathing heavy, moaning, groaning. I kept going. Up and down, up and down, pausing to lick her asshole more firmly. I was moaning myself now. Flicking my tongue faster and harder, harder and faster. She was crying out in earnest, hitting the wall with the flat of her palms.

I did not even have to turn around to know that he was standing at the doorway. He pushed the door open and stepped inside so he could see both of us. 

"Oh wow," he said "wow," when he saw her leaning against the wall like that with me on my knees, my tongue in her ass. 

I turned to look at you and you were totally naked, fully erect, and the look on your face was pure desire. I knew there was no way you were going to let me continue ravaging her ass. You were too excited.

"Why are you still dressed?" he asked me. "Get that off and get over here," he commanded firmly. "Both of you, on your knees now, my dick needs to be sucked."

With that I reached down to tug on the hem of my teddy and pulled it up and over my head, leaving me in my very damp thong. My breasts were now exposed, large and round, my nipples pale pink and taught. 

"Take those off too," he commanded, gesturing to my thong. 

Standing up I slipped out of my skimpy thong, exposing my freshly shaven pussy for both of them to see, and extended my arm for Leila to steady herself. Her knees were shaky and her balance seemed off. Then we both lowered ourselves down onto the floor on our knees as he had commanded. She turned to look at him briefly before she got down on her knees and her eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking view of his dick, rock hard, long and thick, bobbing and beckoning to both of us. When I got close enough to him, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him, holding his dick, guiding it into my mouth. He was not interested at all in being teased. He wanted to feel the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth. Leila was kneeling beside me, quietly watching, drinking in the beauty of his muscular body, smooth chocolate skin, long, hard dick sliding swiftly in and out of my mouth. I felt him reach out to grab the back of her head, so I released him from my mouth and shifted over so she could take my place. 

"Where are you going?" he asked me, telling me to lick his balls.

Dipping my head down underneath Leila's I used my tongue to wreak havoc with his balls. Licking and swirling my tongue back and forth, paying equal attention to both, I could hear him moaning. His dick in her mouth, his balls in mine, my hands gripping his thighs, her hands gripping his ass. 

"Get behind me and lick my ass bitch," he demanded, looking down at me. 

I gladly complied. Repositioning myself behind him, I did to him what I had just finished doing to her. Spreading his steely ass cheeks apart I began licking up and down his crack, up and down, up and down. Now he was really groaning. There is nothing like being eaten from the front and the back, simultaneously. 

"Yes, that's it," he whispered hotly. "Yes, yes, that's nice, that's the way I like it."

After a few more minutes of being tag teamed he pulled back and told us both to get up on the bed. But then he sat down on the chair I had brought into the room just for him to watch. He wanted to watch us play with one another. There is nothing more beautiful or exciting than watching two women eat each other out while you sit back and direct their actions. He was about to create and direct his very own porno scene. 

"I want to see you two in a 69," he said, in that deep rich baritone voice of his. "Rochelle you get on your back, and Leila you sit on her face. I want to see some pussy licking."

Just the sound of his voice made me melt. It always has. He doesn't really have to do much to turn me on. Just show up. For me, it is like the first time, every single time. In fact, it just keeps getting better.

Being good little subs, I laid down on my back and Leila climbed on top of me as he instructed. Putting my heels together I let my knees fall apart to make it easier for l'il Miss Leila to ravage me. She climbed on top of me, putting her knees on either side of my face, and crawled her way down my body until she reached my pussy. I was facing the head of the bed, she was facing the foot, and he had front row seating to take in the whole show. I grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her back so her sweet pussy was hovering just above my face. Just as my eager tongue started lapping at her hard little clit, I felt her hands on my pussy, gently prying my lips apart, and her tongue flicking gently on my swollen clit. Her tongue felt like warm velvet. I needed to feel her tongue. I needed release. I started moaning immediately. I couldn't see him, but I thought I heard him murmuring his approval. I hoped he was enjoying the show.

The deeper she delved her tongue inside of me, the tighter I pulled her pussy against my face. I couldn't fucking breathe at one point but I didn't even care. Her juices were dripping all over my face. She smelled heavenly. She tasted so sweet. Her pussy was so smooth, velvet, like her tongue, tracing lazy circles around and around my clit, licking up and down my slit. Then I felt her fingers enter me while her tongue still lapped at my clit. She started to pump her fingers in and out. My God she was going to make me cum. I had to stop what I was doing and grab onto her hips. I was cumming within seconds, waves and waves of pleasure washing over me again and again. I cried out, squeezed my eyes shut, bucked my hips, straining to make her fingers go deeper and deeper. I started to growl through my teeth as one orgasm turned into two, two into three. I only have to cum one time, then I will keep right on cumming. 




Dinner for Three



The harder I came the harder she fucked me and the wetter her tongue felt on my swollen clit. She rocked her hips back and forth and pushed her pussy hard against my face. With that I returned my attention to her hungry little hole. It was time to return the favour. Sucking on my fingers to make them wet I inserted two deep into her lovely pussy and continued to lap at her clit, as she was doing to me. Then I heard her moaning and felt her pussy muscles tighten around my fingers, convulsing as she came. We were both rocking our bodies back and forth as we fucked one another and drank one another dry. 

"Ok girls," I heard him say, and then I felt his hands on my calves tugging at me. "On your knees," he instructed. "Come on, both of you, on your knees, NOW!" he urgently repeated. 

He must have already put on a condom while he was watching us because he was ready to go. He wanted both of us on our knees? He was going to fuck both of us, alternate between us and make us both submit simultaneously. My pussy became inflamed again just at the thought. He started with me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back, impaling me with his white hot, rock hard, big, black beautiful dick. I cried out at first contact, and then I started to wail as he slammed his dick hard into me, over and over, the sound of his rock hard body slapping against my ass, the feeling of his long, hard dick slamming against my cervix, reaching as far as my belly button. I couldn't catch my breath and I started to grunt and growl like the animal I am. The sound of my cries filled the room. Then I felt Leila's hands massaging my breasts and tugging on my nipples at the same time. Oh my dear God I thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could feel myself cumming again and wondered if I was squirting all over his dick.

Then I felt him pull out and shift over to Leila's side of the bed. 

"Get back here," he ordered her. 

She let go of my breasts and scooted backwards, lifting her ass in the air, laying her face down on the bed, sighing and closing her eyes. What a sight I thought. Then I watched as he fucked her like he had just fucked me. I was throbbing, partly due to the aftermath of being freshly fucked and partly because they were so sexy to watch in action. Two beautiful people locked together in a frenzy of heat, lust and passion. He fucked her hard. Unlike me, he did not ask her if it was ok. He just fucked her how he wanted to fuck her. I wanted to heighten it for him so I crawled down behind him and slipped my hand between his legs, alternating between massaging his swinging balls and his hard ass cheeks as he continued to fuck the shit out of her. The feeling of my hands on his balls, his ass, just made him fuck that much harder. I could hear the delicious sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and her screaming at the top of her lungs. 

"Get back up here," he said to me again, "now!" 

I crawled back into my place and braced myself to take his enormous dick again. 

"No," he said, much to my surprise. "Lay on your back."

Grabbing my thighs he pulled me to him and slammed into me again. I started wailing immediately. He stayed upright and held onto my thighs to keep me as tight to him as possible.

Then he smiled, looked at Leila, and said, "Play with her tits. I want to see you play with her tits." 

She inched herself over to me, brought her face to mine, but then turned to look at him.

"You want to kiss her?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Ok, you can kiss her," he told her, slamming harder into me.

Her sweet smelling hair was cascading down over my face and I reached up to grab her face and bring her lips down to meet mine. She opened her mouth wide and offered me her tongue. I latched onto it and started to suck. But just as quickly as I had her tongue in my mouth he told her to stop!?

"That's enough," he commanded. "Now I want to see you sucking on those enormous tits."

Doing as she was told she pulled her face away. I groaned in protest. He slapped the side of my thigh and told me to hush. 

"Lay there and take it," he said. "Do what you are told, just lay there and take it."

I groaned again as I felt her velvety lips envelop my left nipple. I heard him murmur something as he started fucking me harder again. God. I was about to jump out of my own skin. So much sensation. I reached down and held onto her hair, really enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet tongue tracing circles around my nipple. I was being fucked and sucked and pushed past my own limits of pleasure. I let go of her hair and reached out to hold only her arm as he kept fucking me harder and harder. I heard myself screaming for the umpteenth time that night. He just kept right on fucking me. I could hear him starting to groan now too. She let go of my left nipple and stretched across my body to start sucking on the right one. I grabbed a hold of her back and bucked my hips as I started to cum, again and again and again.

"Ok Leila," he said, his voice now breathless. "Sit on her face again. I want you to sit on her face. I want you to cum all over her face. I am going to cum in her pussy. You are going to cum on her face."

Oh my dear Lord I thought to myself. I have died and gone to heaven. She climbed on top of me and put that wet wet pussy of hers on top of my face again. She had a sweet musky scent. I inhaled deeply and pulled her pussy tight against my face. My nose was pressed tightly against her clit, my tongue was delving deep inside of her slick hole. She stretched her body across mine heading for my pussy, but she held herself partially upright when she got there. 

I could not see what he was doing but I felt him lean forward as he was fucking me. I imagined that he was reaching out to play with her tits, leaning over to kiss her sweet lips, as he kept fucking me, fucking me, fucking me into oblivion. It was as though I could feel his dick literally slamming against my cervix. I could not take him any deeper if I wanted to, and if I could he would have been driving me even deeper. 

I couldn't see him and I couldn't even hear him because my face was buried so deep into this woman's pussy. Her juices were now flowing freely onto my face, soaking my cheeks, the sounds of my slurping and grunting filled the room.

Just when I thought he could not possibly fuck me any harder than he was, he started to move like a jack hammer. Leila jammed her pussy tighter against my face and he held my legs higher and wider. He was about to cum. And cum hard. A couple minutes later I felt him pausing, stopping for a couple seconds in between thrusts, pushing hard against me, pulling back, coming back to push hard again, and then the final thrust. He was cumming. I knew he was cumming. I could feel him. I assumed he had taken the condom off before he decided to finish with me because I could feel his hot juices mixing with mine. 

Leila slowly lifted her leg, moving her pussy away from my face, and then collapsed on the bed beside me. We were both sweating, breathing hard, trembling from all the cumming and energy we had just spent. He pulled out and stumbled to the bathroom to wash up. He didn't come back. I didn't even have to look to know that he was probably already laid out on the couch. 

I looked at Leila, laughed and said, "You know, if he is on that couch, he will be asleep in minutes. How much do you want to bet? Poor guy just fucked himself to death." 

We laughed and laughed and laughed. When I got enough energy to get up I stumbled over to the door and sure enough, there he was stretched out on the couch, eyes closed.

"Yep," I said looking back at Leila, smiling, "he is asleep already."

"So when are you coming back again?" I asked with a giggle. 

"Well, when do you want me?" she giggled back.

"How's this time next week? Is that good for you?" I asked.

"Absolutely," she said. "I had a fantastic time."

"So did we," I said, "well I am speaking for both of us now," I said, giggling some more.

"Come on," I said, "let's get dressed and go wake him up. I am sure he will be happy to hear we have already made plans."

And so we got dressed and went out to wake Levi. He grinned when we told him we already had plans for another date. 

"I am feeling a little underdressed here," he said, seeing that we had both gotten dressed.

"Oh that's ok," I said. "Don't get dressed on our account."

"Ya," said Leila, "Don't get dressed on our account. We quite like the view."

"You are both a couple of asses," he said with a laugh. "Nice asses though."

"Thank you kind sir," said Leila with a smile. "I really need to get going. Let me give you a kiss," she said leaning over to give him a smooch on the lips. 

I offered to walk her to the door to help her with her coat and to see her out. When she was ready to go I gave her a big hug and a kiss and thanked her for a wonderful evening. 

"How does Dinner for 3 sound again?" I asked with a smile as I opened the door for her. "Fabulous," she said. "Just fabulous."

I stood at the door and watched her walk to her car making sure she was ok as it was now 3am. 

"See you next week," I called out to her just before she got into her car.

I watched her back out of the driveway before going back down to see how Levi was doing.

He was still on the couch, asleep again. He was exhausted. So I went to get him a pillow and a blanket. He mumbled something when I put the pillow under his head and curled up when I covered him with the blanket. I sat beside him and leaned over to lay my head on his hip. I joined him in la la land within minutes. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. 

This had been an incredible evening for us. Just incredible. And I simply could not wait to see Leila again. There were so many things we still had not tried. The sky was the limit with this woman. Clearly we had managed to find the ideal playmate for us.