0 comments/ 50663 views/ 0 favorites Office Party By: seduce888 It all begins when my friend Dan invited me to his office party on New Years Eve. Meeting Dan at the fancy glass doors belonging to the expensive Hotel where many were already filing inside dressed in tight skirts and expensive suits. Wearing smiles of lust and envy as I study most of their humble eyes stalking their prey with evil stares that led me to believe this was going to be one hell of a night. I had already booked a room at the Hotel; a day ahead of time, knowing my past would come back to haunt me, having three omvi's in two years! Studying each couple and each young bachelor, moving towards the elevator that would certainly be the best time ever if they could go home with the one they in which they were indeed stalking. Suddenly I felt as though a bellhop, opening the doors for other's that were joking and laughing. Perhaps from the way I was dressed, representing a peasant from another Country, or the jokes they were telling. But never the less knowing I would join them as soon as Dan arrives. Then suddenly you came into the picture, my life, a lovely young lady dressed to kill, fit for a Princess, walking past me as I smelt the aroma of your exotic perfume. Too, Stalking your presence, ghastly walk, until I could no longer see the look in your firm sways as you enter the elevator. My entire built continued to quiver, shake like the deacons. A look you gave to me when you walked by, that made me hard and stimulated. Just your presence alone was enough to drain my stamina, let alone my entrance to your bedroom. Then hearing in my head a middle-age man calling out your name and age (22) as a reminder of your next birthday party. Realizing quickly we were definitely the same age. Dan arrived shortly after the bell rang in the elevator. "Well, its about time," I said, then glancing down onto my Timex. Recognizing my clothes that he knew would have to do. Tight as hell blue jeans, a tan blazer, and tennis shoes, while Dan was dressed like the rest of his ferry firm. My heart begins to pound, palms perspiring, and a tingling sensation in my tight britches with each vision of the beautiful lady dressed in skin tight black dress with a V-cut top to expose her 36-D's, and well developed young woman with shoulder length hair and a smile that sent me to hell, with these dirty thoughts I keep pondering as the elevator stops at the 38th floor. My eyes were shifting left to right as I follow Dan down the hallway and around a sharp corner where we both heard the loud chattering of folks and band music before we made our way inside the crowded quarters. Big room with two long concession stands and the ceiling decked out with banners and streamers that read, "Happy New Years" and "Congratulations for a great year in the stock business Mr. Willard!" Dan made his way round the room, extending his hand to friends and foes, like he too thought of me as just being average. So, I scooted my feet gingerly across the room as though a peasant in another time zone. Very much feeling out of place here when I reach the stand of goodies. Taking a hand full of fudge and paper cup already filled with the punch and made my way back to the wall to clam up some more as I watch Dan flirting with the pretty women. After several more trips back to the table of goodies I finally realize the fudge was lined with a drug I wasn't familiar with and the drinks were all spiked. Feeling woozy and very paranoid, as I wait here all alone for my friend to exchange handshakes with this wild charming specimen coming closer to me. Butterflies were all inside me, floating around in space, as my heart beats faster, while this bitter taste in my mouth lingers of dry desert sand. Wondering what I would say to her and what I would do to embarrass myself. Or quite possibly stare too long at her finely tuned features that were more visible now then they were across the large bay. So healthy and gifted, so pleasing to the soul, every much a part of me. "Hey! Great party isn't it?" you said, standing on the sides of your high-heels. "Yes, yes it is." "Do you want to dance?" you ask, chewing the tip of your tongue. That I wished was chewing on mine. "Sure," I responded quickly. Once we were on the dance floor with the lights down low these screaming butterflies in me were sensing the urgency of sex with this lovely creature sent down from heaven to bear my child. Dancing close, working my growing shaft over your womanhood, like I was a subject in a stud farm. Knowing I was drugged by the way I pressed against you and nestle your throbbing neck veins that made you feel delighted that I had came here to enjoy such warm hospitality. Whispering soft words in your ear. "I need you. I want you." Squeezing your tight buns together as one. "You already have me, darling." "Together we'll make wonderful music together," I said, as if I didn't hear what you had just said. The room was crowded and somewhat dark. Soft music was preying in everyone here as they too were dancing close, smearing each other's hot cum outside the garments, while they were all as one. "I want you to go up inside my dress," you proudly said, slurred words and all. "Okay." My hands were like a wet sponge, nervous as hell, but willing to do what your weaken eyes were saying to me right now. Shaking tremendously when my moist hand felt your inner tan thigh, roaming upwards as I study the look in your bewildered pupils that were growing weary the more my fingers scale. Higher they went as I shift my eyes briefly to these fine folks, moving my palm over the silky panty as I scan the blonde next to me rubbing the crotch of her man and to tell him how horny she is. My fingers were along the side of your under garment, reeking of hot lava when I went inside to feel the fullness of your wet pussy. Rubbing up and down the damp crease with one finger, while my taste buds were working your sweet lips plenty. "Oh yes baby, do finger fuck me!" you cried, opening up a bit of my shirt as to kiss my bare chest to excite me. Fingering the inner core of this wet snatch, while I guide you backwards, behind the wall where the band is playing to run my feverish tongue over the exposed sides of your delightful breasts and farther down I went, leaving trails of squiggle saliva, until I reach the neatly cuffed hems. Then hearing your heavy breathing the second you felt your dress being pulled up and my head inside. "Yes, oh yeas! I want my pussy licked!" as your cries were more painful than the last time. Listening to the vibrations in the room from the loud band, worshipping even more of you the more I study each fiber, each moist flap of delicate pink. Sensing the fear of being discovered rushing through my every lick, each strum of your firm ass and undies that I was slowly moving down your tight thighs. "Mumm…yeah," you calmly said, massaging my scalp harder the deeper I went, deep within the warm seamen. Suddenly as I squeeze your butt together, you let out a deep curling cry. "Yes, oh fuck me harder!" Feeding off your emotions as I work my hard tongue up and down, side to side, and occasionally I would graze the clit on my way back up this beautiful depression that I need, wanted desperately to screw. Taking your panty down past your lovely knees and prey on more of your delicious hole…paradise! "Mumm, I want your cock now!" you again cry out. "Let's go to my car, okay?" you add. "Why when I've already booked a room," I said, over the loud music. Watching your eye light up and gestures of willingness growing in your expressions. Making our way through the doors, down around the sharp corner, and inside the large fancy box we went. Kissing and fondling each other, outside each garment, when this beep sounded that sent a rush to my loins and the glowing white light above us. Making our way to the room on the 18th floor, anxiety setting inside me, along with the reality of getting you in bed. Undressing one another in the middle of the satin sheets. Desiring to tame the other as we fell together, naked and horny, working our hands over the anatomy that desired us the most. Fondling and massaging each part. "Oh baby I want you," you cried out, climbing aboard my spaceship of love and gallop to the beat of each piercing blow to my pelvis. Exchanging positions often, new one every time. Finding us in the 69th position, one I dearly love to engage in to excite me to an even larger stimulating climax. Giving your pussy what it deserves and my shaft the taste of a lifetime. Finally relaxing in one another's arms to hear the heart beats from hours of lovemaking and teasing. Office Party The sounds of the partygoers buzzed in the background. It's the big party that your boss threw to celebrate the new client. It's some rich American firm that is getting ready to break into South Africa, and they needed someone to do their commercials. Even though it's not what you usually do, your boss figured that this might be a really good way to expand the business. You can hear the mingling voices in the background, but there is this one person you saw. No clue who he is or what he does, but he's standing across the room in a bow tie and looking quite good. You flash him a secret smile, and he responds. Only with his eyes, you think at first. He seems to be in a conversation with your boss. But you glance down a little lower and notice a little stirring in his pants. You smile wider and he responds more noticeably. His eyes take on a gentle whiff of desperation. You can almost hear him thinking "How can I get out of this conversation and go talk to her..." Finally...he breaks free, and makes a beeline to you. You notice the style of his suit...more brazen than most, but still tame, yet somehow incredibly seductive. The brown wool clings to his body as if the suit was cut specifically for his 6'1 frame. As he crosses the room, politely chatting briefly with others, you notice his eyes never leave you. Continuously making eye contact, dodging waiters carrying drink trays, casually avoiding entangling conversations. He scans up and down your body and you KNOW that he is checking out that dress. The one that you bought for SPECIFICALLY this occasion. It's a long jade green satin dress. The folds of cloth hang loosely over your legs, and the slit, which he still hasn't seen, runs all the way up your leg. The back dips all the way down to just above the lovely dimple of your tush, and the v-shaped strapless front shows just enough tantalizing creamy breast to be a complete turn on, but not so much to over power your smile. He keeps walking towards you and finally...you take one step forward. Your left leg advances and the green satin parts...revealing the lovely shapely leg. His eyes fix on it. Staring openly, he almost loses his balance avoiding the champagne waiter. He takes two glasses off the tray and silently offers one to you. His eyes darting between yours and trying to take in the vision of beauty before him. It's then that you do your obvious appraisal of this new boy to cross your path. Silently starting at the top of his red hair...and down over his chest, his stomach...that lovely bulge in his suit...down his legs to his brown shoes. You glance back up and nod approvingly. He turns bright red in a huge blush and disarmingly smiles and says "ahh my beauty, nothing compared to the radiant shine in your eyes." Never having had a pickup so completely turned around on you, you turn the same shade of red that he just was. He puts his hand out in an odd manner and you take it expecting him to shake your hand...he turns it around quickly and brings it up to his lips. "Hi, I'm Jeff. I work with your new client, doing some political evaluations and the like for them, and you are...?" With a quick tight smile, you ask "does that mean you will be here frequently?" He smiles and nods. "For the next 8 months, they want me here to evaluate the stability of the government and figure out who we can work with to get certain legislation passed. So yeah you could say I'll be around 'frequently'." "Then," you say with a wonderfully bright smile, "I'm Jen. I do the set design for this company. I should be working with your commercials" "Well, I suppose that means I will have to spend some of my time hanging out around the set. My look turns suddenly quizzical. "Do set designers usually have groupies?" I ask with a smile. You turn that lovely shade of embarrassed red yet again....and simply giggle. After sharing this moment, the tide of the party shifts against us. Your boss comes over and takes your arm, introducing you to my boss. But our eyes never leave each other. Quick glances over someone's shoulder...furtive stares past dodging waiters and partygoers. Each time we are close enough to share a word or two the party seems to conspire against us. A word to one of us takes us off to another corner of the party. But we keep trying. Finally, I notice you duck behind a door and just stay there. I watch it closely to see who else goes in there...and nobody does. After another few minutes I am finally able to break free of the crowd and duck behind the same door. It's a small office with a desk and some papers strewn across it. You are leaning seductively against the desk and calling me toward you with one finger....it's a wonderfully powerful and seductive gesture. I respond...the bulge in my pants growing bigger as I see your leg slide out from between the lovely folds of green satin. I see the look in your eyes...the look saying "this is MY domain....you will do what I want." And I respond immediately to it. My eyes drop to the floor and you can see me forcing the blush into my cheeks. I take a couple hesitant steps towards you. But as you look into my eyes, you can see that I am playing a role. The way I respond to you sends another shiver all the way down between your legs. You smile at me...acknowledging our playing...and then begin issuing orders. "sit here and look at me" you say. I quickly do so. "Go back and lock the door." I fairly run to the door, fumble with the lock...you again see me playing with you...and you realize that my role playing is it's own form of strength. You wonder what it would be like to have me. I keep playing along as you issue orders that begin to remove my clothes...you stare at my lovely shaven balls and wonder....then the tables turn. I stand up and smiling warmly say "now...it's MY turn." "Suck on it. Use all your talents and take me." I order. You know there can be no argument, if only because it's EXACTLY what you want to do too. You begin on your knees in front of me...slowly sucking on each ball. Gently teasing them with your tongue on my smooth skin...no hair in between your tongue and my lovely sensitive balls. You slowly take one into your mouth, then the next...easily sucking on each one...and nibbling ever so gently. Your lips begin to slide up and around the head...gently teasing the tip...and pushing your tongue slightly into the opening at the head of my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as your lips surround me totally. I feel you slide down the shaft sucking slowly and longingly. I let your lips and your tongue work their magic for a few more moments and then I step back. "Not yet my sweet one....I need a taste too." I pick you up and sit you on the desk. My fingers reach around your back...reaching for the zipper low on your dress. Sliding it down and pulling the satin apart...I slide my fingers over your already stiff nipples, and feel them respond to my touch. I let a soft moan escape my lips as I wonder about your taste. In the back of my head are the sounds from the party. I glance furtively at the door and then push the rest of your dress to the floor. I stare openly the lovely body in front of me and begin to wonder what kind of person is underneath it. I decide not to worry about that just for now, and simply enjoy what is happening to me. As your dress falls to the floor in a wrinkled heap, I see that not only are you not wearing a bra, you are not wearing any panties either. My already erect cock seems to get harder with this realization. I slide one finger gently over the wet folds of your pussy. Feeling the lovely clit swell under my fingers...I push a little harder. You begin to moan under the warm touch of my fingers. I raise my fingers to your lips to keep you from making too much noise. You begin sucking gently on my fingers and I respond by sucking harder on your clit. My tongue dances across your folds and your clit as your tongue does over my fingers. I follow your lead responsively and keep licking harder and harder. Within seconds...I feel the first shivers of your orgasm. I lick faster and begin sucking on your clit to make sure I take all your juices into me. I push harder into you as your legs clench around me and slide one finger in between your lips...pushing deep inside you and finding your spot. The explosiveness of your orgasm catches me by surprise and I can only hope to contain your moaning. I stand before you and turn you around. I bend you over the desk and slide my stiff cock into your wet and waiting pussy. Sliding the head slowly over your clit...teasing it ever so gently and slowly....easing my cock into you...just the tip at first...then slowly until you feel my shaved pubic area pushing against your lovely buns. I slide out quickly and then suddenly thrust back into you. I move fast and hard to bring you to another orgasm. Ramming in and out of you...feeling your nipple beneath my fingers...pinching it lightly...and my other hand...sliding around your waist...down over your navel...and then...lightly sliding over your clit. My finger rubbing and spanking gently as my cock rams in and out of you...faster and faster. I throw my head back in a mute scream of extacy as the first stirring of orgasm shivers through my body. I feel your legs and your lips clench around me as your next one comes. I moan and begin nibbling on your ear. Gently biting and sliding my finger off your nipple. My finger slides down your back...over the lovely curve of your waist.. and down your spine. Softly tickling and teasing my way between your sexy butt cheeks. I stroke gently over your tight rosebud....and as my cock slides deep into you...my finger joins it. Sliding all the way in...till you can feel my knuckles pushing against your tight sexy ass. My finger slides in and out of you as my cock fills your tight wet pussy...sliding...rocking back and forth. Taking you...taking all of you and forcing that orgasm out. As we both try to stifle our moans of extacy...we feel the other's final shiver of orgasm. My stomach clenches shoving my cock deep into you and I feel your muscles contract around me....drawing me even deeper into you. My tongue slides down your back and kisses your shoulders. I nibble softly on your neck as my cock continues to quiver and drain inside you.... I feel the last shivers coursing through your body and I withdraw. Kissing you warmly...I begin to assist you in getting dressed. I slowly slide the zipper up with my teeth and allow my tongue to slip across your back gently and smoothly. I smile at you warmly and say "shall we go finish the rest of the party? Then we can go out for a nightcap." With a wonderfully wicked grin, you say, "Rather finish you and then go to the party...but...since we can't stay here toooo long, I'll settle for staying IN for a nightcap after this silly party." I simply smile and kiss your hand. And in your hand you find a note and a key. It says "room 1224. See you then" For the rest of the party, an almost interminable two hours, we exchange glances and secret smiles. We think that nobody else notices, but I see the secret and knowing smiles that some of your friends share with you. I see them checking me out...and each one seems to make a pass at me. I resist the temptation and allow my mind to wonder what you have told them. Finally the party ends and I walk over to you and, with a smile, say "Shall we take a walk?" "Sure. Let's go to the beach" you respond quickly. So the two of us, me in my suit, you in that lovely green satin dress, begin the trek to the beach........both of us wondering what we are doing, but loving it. Office Party I decided this year that instead of having a New Year's party at the house and having to clean up everything I would just give it at my office. Invite the employees and my friends as well. That's the nice thing about owning your own business; you can do what you wish. My secretary, Carol, was excited. She helped with the decorations and James came over to help too. I also asked a few of the other women who worked for me to come in on a Saturday afternoon to help. I promised them a bonus if they would come. They all said yes; with today's economy who couldn't use a few extra dollars. James and I arrived about an hour before anyone else. The weather didn't feel like December. It was more like June. He had on shorts and a T-shirt. I had on a thin gauze dress. When the girls arrived, they were all dressed in shorts and tank tops. The air was on but the humidity was high, too high for December. Soon James' shirt came off. The girls teased him, "Take it all off sweetie, we won't mind at all," they giggled. Cautioning them, I said, "There's nothing there that you would really want girls!" "Oh," said Carol, "What makes you so sure? You seem to be very happy with him. I know how much fun you two have. You are always smiling on Monday mornings." I laughed out loud then instructed James to take off his shorts and show t he girls what they were missing. "Yes, Ma'am," he sighed and pulled his shorts off. Never wearing underwear, his lack of manhood shocked them immediately. "Wow, I thought you were the stud of the year, James!" Krystal gasped. "What happened to you?" James looked at me then at them. "I never grew up," he sighed. They all laughed. "We were all so envious of you, you always seem so satisfied and happy, especially after a long weekend," Susan gasped. "And well you should be, because I have every reason to be. I get fucked like you would never imagine on the weekends," I bragged. "Yeah right, you got a herd of studs hanging around to make up for what he ain't got?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes, I do," I smiled coyly. There was silence. I said, "But don't you think James' little cocklett is cute?" "Yeah, adorable; it's even smaller than my husband's five inches. I feel lucky." Jennifer teased. "Yes, he's small, but he has a tongue that you would probably kill for," I bragged on him. "And he takes good care of the house. He's sensitive and caring and we have a lot of fun. Would you like to see what he can do with his tongue?" They looked at me with blank looks on their faces. "Well?" I asked. Their heads bobbed up and down; their eyes were blank and their tongues flowed across their lips. "Well first, let's explore what little he does have," I suggested. "James, come here, I want you to lie on this desk," I said as I pushed all the papers off my desk and onto the floor. "Yes, Ma'am," he said and climbed onto the desktop laying face up exposing his delicate little dick. "Come see girls so you can be thankful for what you have at home," I invited them to take a closer look. "It is so small," Susan said, "Can I touch it?" she looked up at me. "Sure, be my guest," I smiled. "Oh, it's so cute, reminds me of my babies when it was born!" she laughed. Look at its little head. I like the way it looks like an acorn. Michael's has a hood over it so I can't see it unless I pull it back. I like this, it feels so smooth," she smiled. "Ahhhh, look, it has cum coming out of it! Come see," Susan invited the others to gather round. Krystal slowly walked to the desk. Her eyes were large and round. "His balls are even little, how do you cum?" she asked. James looked at me, I nodded my head yes, indicating that he could answer her. "Just like any other man, Ma'am," he said humbly. "I just don't make the impression other men do; not with my pricklett." Elizabeth was the last to approach the desk. She was hanging back afraid of what was going on. Tentatively she walked toward the other two women. She had only been married for six months. She looked at the other girls touching James and then she reached out and touched his little dick. "My husband isn't much bigger than you; I don't ever feel like I have had enough when we finish having sex. There are times I want to find someone bigger and find out what it's like to have a real man!" she burst out. "Stand up," Krystal directed James. He looked toward me for approval and I bobbed my head up and down. He rolled off the desk and stood there as the girls touched him and slapped at his dicklett. "Would you like to have him fuck you?" I asked them. "Hell No!" Elizabeth said; "I get a little more than that at home." "But does your husband use a dong on you? Or a strap-on?" I asked. She scrunched up her nose and said, "No?" as she tried to understand what I was talking about. I opened my bottom drawer and pulled out my black strap-on. It was nine-inches and a girth of six inches. I watched as each of them licked their lips. Want to try it, any of you?" "Hmmm," Krystal said, "that's bigger than any man I've seen outside of a porn flick," she smiled. "I always wondered what a dick that big would feel like." I took out the cleaner and made a production of cleaning the rubber dick. Then I held it up, "Pretty isn't it?" I asked. Heads bobbed up and down, eyes dazed… "James, put this on!" I instructed him. He took the strap-on and pulled it over his hips. His dicklett went between his legs and the dong stood out before him a full nine inches. I looked at my staff; each of them ran their tongues over their dry mouths. "Who wants to go first?" I asked. Elizabeth didn't hesitate. "I do, I need to be fucked really good!" She pulled off her shorts; she wore no panties. Her pussy was shaved except for a patch just above her clit. It was a heart shaped mound of soft red hair that matched the hair on her head. She stood there with her legs in a V and her hands on her hips. James approached her and knelled before her. She looked down at him and asked, "How are y0u going to fuck me on your knees?" "Mistress, with your permission, I would get you wet first," he bowed his head waiting for her approval. "Okay, what are you going to do?" she asked. "Mistress, I would like to lick that pretty clit of yours then tongue fuck you for a few minutes so that this massive dong will not hurt you as I drill it into you," he said quietly. "Hmmmm, okay," she sighed softly. James crawled closer to her and his mouth opened as his tongue slid out and flicked at her clit. There was an audible sigh as the electricity of his tongue fell on her clit and flowed through Elizabeth's body. Her hands went to his bald head to support herself as he licked and sucked her pussy. Her legs spread wider and her hips pushed toward his face. I noticed that she pushed his face deeper into her cunt. Soft moans emitted from her throat as her eyes closed. Her knees gave out and her weight fell onto James. He carefully lowered her to the thick carpeted floor. He leaned over her, pulled her blouse up and drew her ample breast into his mouth. His tongue licked at the hard nipple and Elizabeth's moans became louder. She was totally uninhibited. Her arms encircled his head as she held him tight to her body. She began to moan as he pulled his face deep into the fleshy mounds. Then he released her teats and licked from their cleavage to the furry mound above her clit. Licking her little dick and sucking it into his mouth once again, James assured her with is touch that he would not hurt her and that she would have pleasures she had never imagined. Elizabeth's legs spread open wide. She pushed him between them and pressed his face into her wet garden of pleasure. He licked at the wetness and I could hear the sloppy sound of a wet twat. His tongue darted in and out of her always flicking her clit after each entrance. "Oh gaud! Fuck me! I need that cock in my pussy! Ram it in; show me what I'm missing! Fuck Me Good! Fuck ME HARD! I want to be racked with pleasure!" She cried. James rose up on his knees and straightened the dong that hung before him. He held it steady as he guided it into the hot spot just below where she was rubbing her clit. As he slid it into her hot box she cried out in a pleasurable pain, "Ohhhhh yeah, you're sooo big! Fuck me GOOD!" James body pumped Elizabeth slowly at first but as she demanded it he sped up and his thrusts became more forceful. The rest of us watched as her nipples became hard and stood up. He took them into her hands and pinched them. Her moans were loud and animal like; I was glad that it was a Saturday. "Fuck Me, Give me all nine inches! That's it deeper, faster, I want it wild!" she cried and James responded. I saw his pricklett squirt pearl white cum all over the harness of the strap-on. When his body hit her's some of it fell into the red tuft above her clit. It was also running down his legs. Carol must be a real cum whore, like me, because she crawled between his legs and took a few licks of the thick fluid as it trickled down his legs. She sat up licking her lips, a smile on her face. Suddenly, Elizabeth held tight to the back of James' head and arched her back pushing her hips toward his downward stroke. "YES! OH GAUD YES!" she cried as her limbs trembled and tears ran from her eyes. She released James; he fell over sweat dripping down his smile-covered face. His little pricklett standing at attention beside the giant cock that was strapped to his hips accentuated his diminished size. The girls made sure to point this out. "Wow, it really looks small next to that pretty black prick," Krystal said, "But he wields that extension pretty good, I'm next," she stated already stroking her finger between her cunt lips and rubbing her clit that was standing at attention. She took her fingers out of her pussy and walked up to James. She stuck them in his face and said, "Wanna taste how good this is going to be?" James looked at me, I shook my head he shook his and opened his mouth. She slipped her fingers into it and his lips closed over it. In and out she slid the fingers and he moaned at their tasted. Elizabeth came to me and took the dong cleaner. She walked up to James, pushed him backward onto the floor. The dong stood up like a Westminster guard. She took the cleaner and washed off her juices. Then she turned to Krystal, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I did," as her hand went to her still wet pussy and started fingering herself. Krystal looked at James and smiled. I want you to make me cum at least three times; Trevor can't give me all that I want even though he tries. I would like it in the ass though, it is better for me there, will you do that?" "Yes, Ma'am as you wish. Would you like me to suck your clit first?" He asked. "Oh, yeah, most definitely! I want to experience all the pleasure that is possible. She smiled as she dropped her shorts and panties. Her clit was already standing at attention. James crawled toward her; his dicklett was just subsiding. The dong waggled up and down as he moved. He licked his lips then crawled to his knees. Krystal stood there her legs wide open. Her mound was bald and smooth. Her clit was large. It must get a lot of attention. James' tongue touched it and she noticeably shivered. He took it in his mouth and sucked it like a dick. Then he nibbled on it and she lost her balance. James caught her before she hit the ground. He gently lay her on the carpet and her hands went to the back of his head forcing his face into her cunt. "Oh yeah, lick it baby. I want you to make me cum with your tongue!" she demanded "Mmmmm, yes Ma'am," James mumbled from between her cunt lips. "Then I want the dong you're wearing to take me over the rainbow and keep me there until I can't take anymore! I want you to fuck me like it’s the end of the world!" she cried. Her hands went to his smooth head and she physically moved it up and down on her pussy. She forced him to stay deep in her slit until she was ready to move him to another spot. She led him to her clit first. His tongue licked and pushed back the hood that protected it. The he took the long clit in his teeth and again chewed lightly. "Oh gaud yes!' she cried as she brought his head up and down like one of those cocktail birds who's head bobs over the drink for giggles. Up and down she moved his head; his tongue slipped in and out licking the electric clit. The pleasure she felt showed on her face; it was a smile that wouldn't die. "Fuck me you useless piece of man, put that dong in my flower patch and make the flowers grow!" she commanded James. He started to rise above her and she slapped him back down. "Your head doesn't have to come up to fuck me. You find a way to get that dong in me with that tongue on my clit," she instructed him. "Yes, Ma'am," he whimpered with his mouth full. James spread his legs outside of hers then scooted his hips up to her slit and forced the dong into her wet bed. "Yeah, I knew you could do. Now show me how good you can screw me in that position!" she demanded. It was kind of funny watching this demonstration. James looked like an inchworm the way his body was arched over Krystal's. It almost looked as if he had no bones under his skin. To make it more comical, Elizabeth went up behind him and started rubbing her pussy on James' ass as he tried to fuck Krystal. Together they teeter-tottered back and forth. I couldn't take it any more. I sat in the chair, put my legs on the desktop in a spread eagle fashion, pulled up my dress, licked my fingers to make them slick then found that pleasure spot above my slit and started massaging. My moans soon reflected Krystal's. Elizabeth had started moaning as well, her clit still rubbing against James' ass. She had also started finger fucking his asshole. I wondered if she realized she was almost milking him if his cock were being stimulated, I'm sure he would have blown his load. I heard his moans increase as she pumped her middle finger in and out of his butt. Within minutes his dicklett exploded and his hot cum splashed on Krystal's pussy and legs. This was all she needed. Her body shuddered and cries of pleasure emitted from her throat and she screamed like a banshee. Again I was glad the other offices were closed for the day. James pulled back, but she dragged him towards her again. "You're not finished!" she instructed. "You haven't touched my nipples. They demand attention too!" I saw a smile cross his lips and the light in his eyes as he crawled up to her chest. Her teats were smaller than Elizabeth's were but the were well shaped. The nipples were like tips of arrows, pointed and sharp. One could tell that they were very hard. James nibbled lightly with his teeth and then his tongue darted out and licked first the thick base of the cone then with each swirl around the tit the circle became smaller and smaller as the teat tapered to the areola. There he slid his lips over the hard tips of the tit and nibbled on them. Three deep breaths then Krystal cried out. "Yes, Yes, OH Gaud YES!" As her body racked with the pleasure this action yielded. Her fingernails penetrated James' shoulders with red, moon shaped depressions. When she finally released him, her body fell limp on the carpet and her breath came in gasps. Moans were soft and continued for a long period before she opened her eye and the smile of a lifetime was sealed to her lips. Taking a deep breath, she rolled over and as she passed him she kicked him, playfully. "Too bad you need a fake dick to make a woman feel that good." She looked at Carol, "Your turn, sweetie, make him work at it!" Carol was a little flushed. She had been married to Stan for seven years. As far as I knew, she had not been with another man since her marriage. Even though she had been watching this play intently, she was hesitant to join in. She was looking from me to James then back again. She had known James and I for several years; but she didn't know this part of us. I could see that she was nervous. "Are you okay, Carol? You don't have to play with him if you don't want to or if you are nervous. It's up to you what you want to do," I assured her. "Oh, I want to do it. It's just that I know him more than the others, and I'm just not sure of how this is going to fit," she whispered. “James would never hurt you, nor would I. Stan will never know unless you choose to tell him, I assure you that. But I do want you to know that the New Year's Party could get a little rowdy. So you might want to think about telling Stan that anything could happen.” I spoke softly and slowly. "I'm not worried about that. Stan can take care of himself in that situation. I've never cheated on him and I wouldn't consider this cheating either, since James won't be the one that penetrates my muffin, but a plastic cock. I've used a dildo before. But never had a man wielding it," she confided. "It's up to you," I told her gently. Her hand went to her pussy and she rubbed it through her shorts. She licked her lips and her eyes opened wide. “I want to know what a large cock feels like. Stan is only six inches. This may be my only opportunity to know what a big prick is like," Carol looked me in the eye and rubbed her twat once again. "Just remember, you're in control," Elizabeth reminded her. As she walked toward James, Carol pulled off her blouse and pushed her shorts down her legs. She put her hand in her panties and felt the wetness between her legs. Her hand went to her tits as she played with the stiff nipples. James cleaned the dong and took a couple of deep breaths. He watched as Carol approached him. He looked at her differently than he ever had. By the time she reached him she was free of all coverings. She stood before him, this man she had joked with just last week about a sexual escapade. Little did either suspect that there would be such an encounter within such a short span of time. "Well, I didn't know you were such a sissy until today. I thought you were just a loving man who would do anything to make his woman happy. Look at you, a little squirt gun that can't even make it into the chamber. I don't know why she puts up with this," she snarled at him. "I did not seek to deceive you, Ma'am," James sought forgiveness. "Well, let's see if you can please me with that false dick of yours," she said as she slapped at the dong then pulled his cocklett hard. "Yes, Ma'am, I will do my best to please you even though I don't have the equipment myself to do so," he groveled at her feet. Stepping over his head, she spread her legs and his face turned upward toward her cunt. Smooth shaven he had no problems finding her entrance. His tongue shot out of his mouth and licked the length of her slit. His hand sought the hard clitoris above the slit and he pinched it. "Mmmmm," she sighed as his hands went to her waist to support her weight. James' head bobbed up and down pushing his tongue into Carol's sugarwalls. I watched as her breast filled and became erect. Her hands covered them and the fingers pinched her hard, white mounds. Her knees bent forcing her cunt closer to James' mouth. His tongue sunk deeper into her pussy and his nose rubbed her clit. Carol's body started to rise and fall over his mouth. She emitted soft cries of pleasure like that of a purring cat. Her hands found James' shoulder and forced him down until he lay on the floor. The black dick stood up from his body. Carol's hands went to her pussy and she separated her lips then slid the rubber dick into her box. She rode it up and down for a few minutes. Then she stepped over James. She crawled in front of him on her hands and knees. She then placed both hands on her butt and spread her cheeks. James looked at me. I shook my head yes and he stood up and moved behind her. He spit on his hand and moistened the tip of the prick. Gently, he placed the head of the dick on her butt hole and applied pressure. Office Party Slowly, the thick rod forced its way deep into her sensitive ass. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she sighed as it slipped deeper into her. Cautiously, James moved his hips so that the thick dong slid smoothly in and out of Carol's butt. She was doggie style in front of him, his hands holding either side of her slim hips. His motions were slow and deliberate. One hand reached under her belly and found her clit. He rubbed it as he fucked her ass with the dong. "Oh yeah, you do that so good!" she whispered deeply. "Fuck that ass, you little slave! Fuck me hard and make me cry!" she directed. James' motions increased and his thrusts became deeper and more forceful. With each forward motion, Carol moaned and with each withdrawal she cried out, "Ahhhhhh!" It was like the rhythm was music to her and she was keeping pace with her moans. This was a sex dance to her. "Fuck me good… make me be a good girl!" she cried as his thrust sped up and the pressure was increased. "Yes! That's it. Do it baby, slap my ass. Make me your slave! Fuck Me Hard! Yeah, you little bitch, show me how to cum!" she screamed. Then her whole body convulsed. Cum flowed down James' legs and Carol squirted. Her body trembled and shook as she fell to the floor. Fluids were everywhere. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. James looked up at me for instructions. I glanced around the room, "Anyone ever heard of milking?" I asked. "I have," Elizabeth replied. She smiled, "I think it's fun and it gives a woman so much control. You massage the guy's prostate while stroking his penis. I heard that the guy doesn't really have an orgasm, he just shoots." "Yeah, I read on the Internet that men who are in chastity should receive regular milking to maintain good prostate health," I giggled. "But it shouldn't bring the cuck any pleasure. He will ejaculate but won't have an orgasm. You stimulate the prostate but the penis is denied stimulation. We could even put ice around his little pricklett and balls to reduce his pleasure, anyone bring a cold drink with them today?" No one spoke; their eyes were large and blank as I explained what I wanted them to do to James. But there were evil little smiles on their faces as they thought about how they would be denying a man pleasure. "Well," I continued, "This will take about ten minutes to an hour, are you game?" Their heads bobbed up and down. James' face became dark. I could see the distaste of what was coming in his eyes. He begged me, "Mistress!" I ignored him. "Carol, go get a cup out of the bathroom, please." She brought me a glass and James bowed his head. "Come here James, now!" I ordered him. He walked toward me as a man doomed. His head was down and he trudged as if his feet were bound in chains. I took the strap-on off of him asked him to stand in front of me. I sat on the chair. "Bend over a little at the waist, James. I need to get the right angle." I reached into the drawer of my desk and found a rubber surgeon's glove and a jar of Vaseline. I handed them both to Carol. "Elizabeth held the glass under his dicklett. If it stiffens outside of the glass move the glass over its head," I instructed her. "But he won't get hard, I can almost promise you that." She kneeled before James and pointed his soft dick into the glass. "Carol, put the glove on and dip your finger in the Vaseline as a lubricant; I'll let you have the pleasure of playing with his prostate since you took that dong in your ass," I explained. "Now, just place your finger deep into his asshole and massage his prostate. It will take a while because I do this often and he has learned to resist a bit more each time," I told them. "Susan, if you would like, you can pull on his useless testicles. While they are forcing the fluid out of them," I invited her to join the fun. She sat on the floor beside him and reached up to squeeze his small nuts. "Ahhhh," I heard him say as her fingers pressed deep into the sensitive skin. Carol had started massaging his prostate and he moaned quietly as the pleasure ran down his legs and then shot electric pulses through his balls. His prick was soft/hard and barely lifted up; this takes all of that away from him. The thick cum started up the shaft to its blowhole and then trickled into the glass. This was very little pleasure for him. But when the glass was full he sighed deeply and fell to his knees. Elizabeth handed me the glass and I smiled at James, "Dinner is served, baby," I said as I handed him the glass of his seed. He took the glass and looked at me beseechingly. "Drink it, now!" I command him. James looked at the women standing around him and then he placed the glass to his lips and swallowed the white liquid. I kissed him once he lay the glass on the desk. I could taste the salty cum on his lips and it made my pussy spew fluids. "Lay here on the desk, sweetheart," I instructed him. James took off his shoes and climbed up onto the cleared desk. He started to lay on his side, but I told him, "No, on your back." I reached over and took his dick in my hand and pulled it up toward his belly button. Then I took a ball band off of my desk and wrapped it around the base of his pricklett and the sack that produced his useless seed. Then I directed him to stand up. I told the girls, "Even the smallest one wouldn't fit and I had to custom order this one because he'd fall out of a regular one like a little boy wearing daddy's pants!" I laughed. "You know why I did that, sweetheart?" I asked. "No, Ma'am, I don't," he replied. "Because your seed is useless and should not be allowed to escape your balls. This way you can act like the sissy you are. You certainly can't give anyone of us what we want with that little bitsy dick of yours. So let's tuck it between your legs and put a pair of frilly panties over it so it looks like a little pussy." I taunted him. "As you wish, Mistress," James answered me and pushed his prick between his legs as I reached in my bag and handed him a pair of pink panties. "Put these on, and I want you to wear them the rest of the afternoon." I coached him. Once he had them on, Elizabeth said, "I am thirsty, who wants a soft drink?" "Mmmmm, that sounds good, I'd like one," I said. "Me too," Carol and Susan said in unison. I turned to James, "Sweetheart, please go down the hall and get us all some cokes. I took out a couple of dollars and handed it to him. At first he stood there just staring at me. Then he took the money, opened the hallway door and walked to the Soda machine. I heard laughing and peeked out to see who it was. The maintenance crew was working on the ventilation system. Two burly guys were pointing at James as he ran to the vending machine. When he returned with the various soft drinks, his face was red with embarrassment. "So, it sounded as if you made a few new friends out there, baby," I teased him. "Yes, Ma'am, they found my new duds rather amusing," his face turning red once again. The girls laughed at him and were also sort of excited that it didn't seem to bother him much that those macho guys teased him. "Let's lay James on the desk and explore little dick!" Susan suggested. "I think it would be fun to have a man around that you could explore his body and see what doing certain things causes him to do." "Yeah," Elizabeth agreed, "Can we do that? She looked to me for approval. "Sure, let's take those panties off him and see what you can do to make him cum. You can do whatever you wish. If you want to just see what different touches make his bishop do, then you can do that. You could also run things over his genitals and see the automatic responses that happen. "Oh, this is going to be fun," Carol chimed in. "I can find ways to torture Stan when I'm mad with him. I can do things in his sleep, or maybe just make him lie there on the bed while I experiment on him. Let's do it!" There was an expression of fear on James' face. He looked at me with large blue eyes. Without words he pleaded with me not to let this happen. I patted the desktop indicating that he should climb on it. I noticed he took a deep breath and then reluctantly climbed on top. Elizabeth had been scavenging through my desk drawers. She found a large paper clamp. She placed it on the tip of his dicklett. "Ahhhhhhhhh," James moaned as it squeezed the head of his prick. "Please that hurts really bad!" he cried out. Elizabeth opened the clamp and then placed it on his inner thigh. That didn't seem to bother him quite as much. She then scrapped her long, red fingernails over his testicles very slowly. Again, there was no response from James. Carol took his cocklett in hand and ran her tongue over his little head. She then watched to see if there was any cum. Disappointed, she stroked his dicklett until precum formed at his hole. She placed her fingertip on the precum and then stuck the finger in her mouth. Looking at me she asked, "Would you mind if I gave him a blow job? I just love the taste of cum!" "Be my guest!" I invited. Carol wasted no time. She slipped the ball band off his balls then climbed onto the desk and bent over his body. Licking her lips she opened her mouth and covered his small penis. James' hips pushed toward her face. She slapped his leg and continued sucking him. She looked like a baby with a nipple in her mouth trying to get the last of the milk from it. Her head slid up and down on his thin, short rod. Her fingers went to her exposed pussy and started stroking her clitoris. Elizabeth was getting hot watching what was going on. I watched her as she licked her lips then approached Carol. She squatted down between Carol's legs, pushed her hand away from her clit and started licking and sucking the tiny ladydick. Immediately, she and Carol both started moaning; James had been silent to this point. Then Elizabeth placed her long finger into his ass and his moans feel in cadence with theirs. Watching them was very erotic. I could feel the juices flowing into my pussy and my fingers found that wetness and used it to rub my clit and finger fuck my soaked cunt. We had our own porn flick going here. Suddenly James cried out and his body stiffened as his seed flowed into Carol's mouth. Her head did not pull off. Instead she sucked more vehemently trying to swallow the last drop of his salty cum. When she had drained his worm, she lifted her head. Cum dripped over her chin but she had a smile that would blind the sun. She licked her lips and then ran her finger to her clit and gave it a little teasing. Elizabeth was still finger fucking her. Then I realized that Krystal had been silent and out of sight since this scene had started. I looked around for her and finally spotted her on the floor behind the desk. She had the dong in her hand and was ramming it in and out of her twat like a jackhammer. Her juices were running down her butt and she was lost in the pleasure the plastic dick was giving her. I had no idea I had so many horny women working for me. I smiled at the thought of it. This was going to be a really great party. Then I heard the voices in the hallway. I remembered that James had said that the maintenance men were in the hall working on something. I thought, maybe the girls would like some real dick before they went back to their hubbies. I checked my purse for condoms and then went to the door. Opening it I looked out and two guys were forcing a pipe into the wall. I stepped into the hallway and they turned to see who it was. The fact that I had nothing on caught their eye as well as their cocks, which now stood at attention. "Hi guy! Are you real busy?" I asked innocently. They didn't say a word but their heads shook back and forth in unison. "Would you mind helping us in here; we have a slight problem?" I smiled. "Sure, ma'am," one of them said while the other was still trying to get his mouth closed. I went back into the office and they quickly followed. One was a black guy, slim and maybe five-foot ten with a nice chest. His head was shaved and that really turned me on. The other was a burly white guy with brilliant green eyes and golden hair, also with a nice build. When we were all safely back in the office I closed and locked the door. I turned to them and asked their names, twice. Seems their minds were wandering around the room. They shook their heads to come back to Earth and I asked again what their names were. The black guy said, "Andy, ma'am." "I'm Chuck," the white guy smiled. "Well, Andy and Chuck as you can see we have a predicament here. There are four women and only one man. The man, however is just a sissy as I'm sure you noticed as he went down to the soft drink machine to get us some drinks. "Yeah, I thought it was funny some guy running down the hall in woman's panties. I thought it was some kind of fraternity prank or initiation going on in here," Chuck laughed. "Not quiet," I said, "James is my boyfriend and he doesn't have much in the way of a prick so I oftentimes make him wear those panties so he realizes how useless he is to me." I explained. Their heads bobbed up and down while their eyes were blank and uncomprehending. "He is what is known as a cuckold; ever hear that term?" I asked. Their heads shook back and forth and their eyes were vacant. But gosh they had nice bodies and from the bulges in their jeans, their pricks were more than ample. "Well, no matter. What we need are some real men who can give us pleasure before we have to go home to the men in our lives. Would you guys be kind enough to fuck us?" I blurted out. Still with the blank stares on their faces, their heads went up and down as their pricks grew even larger. "There's one thing more," I continued. "What's that, ma'am?" Andy asked. "James has to be a part of this. You see. He is my clean up man. When I have sex with someone else, he has to lick my juices off the other guy's cock. Is that a problem with either of you?" I asked. They looked at one another and probably made a silent pact with the other not to ever tell anyone that they had let another man lick their dicks then turned to me and shook their heads yes. "Great!" I said then handed each of the guys a condom and turned to the girls. "So which two want to go first?" Carol stepped forward and said, "I have wanted to know what it's like to be with a black man. I want to have Andy fuck me like an animal!" I turned to Andy and he was licking his lips and starting to unzip his jeans. He started walking toward Carol as he threw his shirt on the floor. When he stepped out of his work pants his dick stood out at least ten inches and was so big around I knew my hand couldn't encircle it. Carol smiled and her hand went to her wet pussy. Andy reached her and his mouth covered hers as his hand reached between her legs to feel the wetness that was waiting there. He laid her gently on the soft carpet. His mouth covered her's as he fingered her pussy. The other girls watched with their mouths open and eyes wide. Elizabeth said, "I'll take Chuck, I always liked that name!" and her hand went to her pussy, preparing it for his manhood. Chuck smiled and tore his T-shirt off. His chest was like a shield. Wide and muscled, a six pack stomach assured us that he worked out regularly. His waist was thin and his hips taunt. I licked my lips and could feel that juices flowing in my flowerbed. Andy was lost in Carol. I wondered if he had ever had a white woman. He was whispering things to her. I could hear some of it. "You have a beautiful body, baby. I like those soft white tits of yours and that you don't have any hair on you pussy. Black women have too much hair!" "Andy, I want you to show me what it feels like to be really fucked. With a dick like yours, I want to be completely satisfied for the first time in my life," she said as she covered his thick lips with hers. He threw her back onto the carpet and forced his Shlong into her. An audible sigh escaped his lips as his cock forced its way into that white cunt. I could tell, by the look on her face, that Carol felt like a virgin again. Once Andy got his massive dick in her there was a smile on her face. He seemed to be very gentle. His initial moves were slow and steady so as not to rip her too badly. But it didn't take long for his strokes to speed up and they were both completely consumed in the ecstasy of their sex. Carol emitted little cries at first, "Uh, Uh, Uh, Ohhhhhh Yes!" Then the excitement took over and she became wild. I noticed her nails digging into Andy's back and her voce rose, "Fuck IT! I want it ALL! Give it to ME you little BASTARD!" she cried. I could tell she knew what she wanted and how to get it. I tried to picture her and Stan fucking. But thinking of Stan, I couldn't imagine this happening in their bed. I did wonder if he wasn't somewhat intimidated by her and willingly took the submissive role. Elizabeth and Chuck were well aroused when my attention turned to them. Chuck was standing behind her. His thick phallus was sliding in and out of her ass as she bent over my desk. One of his hands was squeezing her heavy breast as it bounced on and off of the desk's surface and the other seemed to be pinching her hard clit and exploring her dripping love canal. He looked like this was his favorite position. It gave him more control of his partner. He turned her this way and that trying to get his bishop as deep in her butt as he possibly could. He moaned and groaned like a pig trying to get that last bit of root from the dirt. His body was all muscle. Not an inch of fat could be seen. His legs were also muscular. With each thrust his leg muscles flexed. My pussy sprayed fluids in preparation of having him between my legs. James' dicklett was standing up watching the activities. I motioned to him to approach Andy and Carol and assist. He cautiously crawled between both sets of legs. Carol's were bent at the knees; Andy's were splayed wide. He carefully licked Andy's balls. There was a slight hesitation in Andy's thrusts then he continued his pistoning action in and out of Carol's cunt with James' mouth sucking his testicles. Andy's moans became more pronounced with this added stimulation. His legs pumped his body faster and his breathing seemed to increase. Then he slowed down just a little. His rhythm smoothed and his thrust became harder and deeper. With this, Carol moaned more and she cried out to him, "Fill me with that thick cum of yours baby! I want that black dick to explode in me! I want to feel it heating up my pussy and running down my leg! FUCK ME GOOD! YES!" Then her body started convulsing with what looked like the most wonderful orgasm I had ever seen a woman achieve. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried as Andy's thick seed overflowed the condom filling her cunt as fire ran through her body. My hand went to my pussy and my fingers explored the wetness that was filling her. I wanted a real man's pecker in me and I wanted it bad. As Andy rolled off of Carol, long strands of his seed trailed from his head over her legs and bald mound. James quickly started licking the sticky substance off her skin. She pressed his mouth over her clit and held him there while he licked her to another massive climax then pushed him off her. Recovering, James turned to Andy. Then he looked to me to instruct him. "Andy, James needs to clean you up so you will be ready for someone else. Will you please allow him to do so?" "I have this condom on, you want I should take it off so he can lick the cum that is on my dick?" he asked shocked. "Yes, that is what I would like you to do. Let him take the condom off and lick that salty cum off it. He loves the taste of cum almost as much as I do!" I smiled at him sexily then ran my finger over my clit. Office Party "Yes, ma'am," Andy conceded and James crawled to his knees and pulled the condom off Andy's deflating prick. He turned it into his mouth and swallowed the thick liquid inside. Then he licked his lips, opened his mouth and sucked the black shaft into his mouth. Andy stood there with his legs spread and his hands on his lips. A black Adonis, he was beautiful. He flinched at first as James sucked his manhood into his mouth. But once he started licking and sucking Andy's hose, there was a look of pleasure that crossed his face. I tried distracting him, "Is it true that black women don't suck, Andy?" "Yes, ma'am, most black woman don’t suck. They just wants to fuck. They think that a man's sex tool is dirty and won't ever put them lips on it. Hell, some of 'em won't even touch it with them hands," he explained completely undistracted by James' mouth on his Johnson. Then the expression on his face changed. His hands fell on James' smooth head and held tight while his hips pushed towards James' face. "I'm gonna cum again!" he cried as white seed ran down James' chin. I smiled and looked at Andy then James, "Baby I didn't know you sucked that good. Wow, I wish I had a dick." I joked. Andy fell to his knees and James wiped his mouth. I turned to Krystal, "Do you want Andy or Chuck?" "I haven't ever had a black man," she spoke softly. "But watching Carol with him looked really exciting. I think I would like to see what he's like. Do you mind?" she went on. "He's all yours, be kind to him," I teased her as she walked toward him. Her hands moved as if they were looking for a place to hide. She fidgeted all the way to him. She stood in front of him. Her pale skin looked even whiter next to his darkness. Andy's dark hand reached for her shoulder. He squeezed it and said, "Yous is a frail one. I hope I don't hurt you." He looked at the condom from the hand she had outstretched, opened it and asked, "You wanna do it or you want me to?" Krystal's head nodded but no words came from her lips. Andy looked at me. "You had better do it, she is in awe of you and I think a little bit of shock has taken over." He tore the paper with his teeth and rolled the lambskin over his large phallus. Then he took Krystal by the hand and pulled here to him. He looked around the office for a few seconds then found what he was looking for. Andy led Krystal to an office chair and he sat down. He placed his large hands on her tiny waist and lifted her over his erect bayonet. Her eyes grew wide and she spread her legs open as she was lowered onto the arrow shaped shaft. I saw her bite her lip as the thickness stretched her seldom-used Quim. But a smile shone on her face as it slipped into her hot, wet juices. And a sigh eased out of her throat. Slowly, Andy moved her body effortlessly up and down on his thick muscle. He didn't press her down so far as to hurt her but enough to give them both delightful pleasures. Krystal's ivory hands went to his ebony shoulders and she used them as support and a way piston his body into hers. He knees pumped up and down with her arms and the rhythm, which was slow at first, but soon sped to a comfortable pace for them. Soon, little non-audible sounds started coming from Krystal's throat. "Uh, umm, oh, ah, yah, ooeee, mmmm, paw, pha , huh , uuum," all filled the air around them. Then I noticed she bit her lip. Not to the point of bleeding but just enough to squelch the sounds. Then I remembered that Elizabeth was still with Chuck. I turned my attention to them. James was sitting between Chuck's legs, licking and sucking his balls. Elizabeth was on her knees in front of him, now. She had taken the condom off his prick and had his it buried in her throat. Her head was swaying back and forth meeting his thrusts and burying her nose into his blond pubic hair. She was humming as she sucked his shaft; James was humming while he sucked his balls. There was music all around me. Just before I turned my attentions to Krystal and Andy again, I saw Elizabeth take a deep breath then swallow the thick wad Chuck had just deposited down her throat. Chuck pushed James off his balls and pushed back from Elizabeth. He sat on the desk, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "Chuck, I need you to let James clean your beautiful dick. I want it to be clean before I ask you to put it in another condom. And I so want to feel that statuesque boner of yours. Please let James clean you!" I pleaded. "Sure thing! Come on sissy boy, clean my tallywacker so I can play with your Mistress!" he instructed James. James opened his mouth and sucked the vanilla rod into his mouth. Then his face slid toward Chuck's pubic hair and back several times. James moaned, as he tasted the salty cum that had lay there for a long time. Watching him I noticed his dicklett standing up. He was really enjoying this one. So was Chuck. He slammed his dick in and out of James' loose mouth. His hands were planted on top of his smooth head for balance. Once he felt his chode was clean, he pushed James to the floor. Turning to me, Chuck smiled and took his smooth dick into his hand. I turned to check on Krystal and Andy. She was riding him like a bronco rider going for eight seconds and the gold cup. Her tits flopped up and down and he supported her with his hands on her thin waist. Off and on his lips covered hers and his fingers slipped up to pinch a nipple. I touched my pussy one more time then called to James, "Come lick me baby, I want it slick and nice." He ran and knelt before me. He spread my lips, which were still tacky from my fingers playing in their juices. He licked between my lips and into my fuck hole. Then he ran his fingers and tongue over my clit. My juices started once again. I then stepped over him and motioned for Chuck to come to me. He looked defiant, and then I touched my finger to my tongue and slipped it between my legs. I fingered my clit and spread my legs. "She is hot for you," I whispered breathlessly. Chuck took a few steps towards me. His staff was leading the way to its desired destination. Licking my lips, I pulled James off the floor and knelt before him, taking his dicklett between my lips. I tasted his salty precum on my tongue. Chuck's pace quickened and he pushed James away forcing me to lie on the hard desk. My legs fell over the edge and he pulled them apart like he was opening the gates of heaven. He licked his lips then dove into my luscious pond. His tongue darted in and out of my juices as he licked at my nectar. I could hear his lips smacking and feel the life growing in his crotch. He was rough but also careful not to hurt me in any way. "You want it in your cunt, mouth or ass?" he asked with heavy breath. "I want you to fuck me so that I beg you not to stop!" I whispered. "I want a wild man between my legs with hands that know what to do, where to do it and how to make me beg for more!" I instructed him. "I'm your man, baby!" he breathed into my neck as his wet lips kissed the nape of my neck. Chills ran down my spine and lust rumbled in my loins. His mouth covered one of my tits and his fingers started learning the contours of my pussy. Gently he traced my lips, the lift of my clit and the wetness of my pussy. He pushed back my clit hood and ran his fingers over her small head. He kissed her then ran the tip of his tongue over the head. Chills of excitement ran through my body. My nipples stood erect. Juices splashed into my cunt preparing her for acceptance of the real man’s peter that was about to force its way into her. At first my sugar walls were resistant to his advances. They tightened up and refused to open their doors. James crawled onto the desk and licked my clit trying to convince her to open the doors of pleasure. But my cunt remained tight-lipped and would not budge. Then he started licking her tiny dicklett and telling her how pretty she was. He convinced her that what she wanted waited just outside her door. All she need do was turn the key and open it. Just let this handsome stranger show you what you are lacking he whispered gently to her as she hesitantly pulled the doors open a little at a time. With a little force, this new, exciting snake had entered my garden and was about to lay eggs to feed her. He was a docile snake at first. Ever so slowly exploring this fresh, delectable flora with new and exciting places to explore and deposit its offspring. Finding a raised, moist hill this new serpent found the perfect spot to release his young seeds. Becoming excited he raced to plant them all before the doors closed again. The speed of his body bursting into mine increased. James sucked my tits as Chuck fucked me hard and fast. I could feel his balls pulling to his body. I knew he was about to blow his sperm into me and I wanted this to last longer. I pushed James off the desk and forced him to suck Chuck's testicles. The warm, wet mouth on his balls slowed him enough so that the enjoyment between my legs would last a little long than it would have had he continued at the pace he was going. "YES! GOD! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKIN' STOP!" Krystal's screams filled the office and probably the entire office building. "YES, PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THAT HOT CUM! FUCK ME HARD!" I glanced over at her still on Andy's lap bouncing up and down. Her body was slick with sweat. Her hair was matted and clung to her shoulders. Her face was flushed and she looked like a rag doll riding on his massive tool. Her head tilted from side to side. Suddenly her body stiffened and her arms fell to her side. Andy continued to move her weight up and down on his stiff boner. I thought I saw the thick cum spilling all over him, her and the chair. Then her head fell on his shoulder and his arms encircled her small body. There was a smile on her lips that could not be replaced. James left my side and scramble to assist Krystal. He lifted her off of Andy's lap and lay her on the cushioned floor. She looked up at him a bit dazed but very content. Her hands went to her pussy and she felt the wetness of the overflowed cum between her legs. She scooped it out and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking the salty fluid off them. James slipped between her legs and cleaned the rest of his seed from her sweet little flower box. He seemed to be enjoying this task as much as she was. I made not that I would have to talk to him about that. Once she was cleaned, James turned his attentions to Andy once again. "Ya gonna lick my dick again?" he asked James. "Yes, sir, I am. My Mistress will be angry if I do not do that, sir," he explained. "Okay, boy, go at it. I wish I could get my woman to do that for me. You want to be my sissy baby? I'll let you suck me all day long. It don’t' feel fruit when you do It." he slapped James on the back and offered his prick. James did his duty as quickly as possible. The entire time he was watching for my signals just incase he need to come take care of Chuck or me. Once he finished cleaning Andy, he again checked on Krystal who seemed very content to lie on the carpet and touch her freshly screwed box. So he returned to the desk where I was now being royally fucked. Chuck had gotten his second wind and had exploded once already filling the condom he was wearing and overflowing onto my belly and desk. Then he placed another on his thick cock and continued. When James joined us, he licked the white fluid off my belly and then sucked the condom clean. Chuck pushed him off the desk and told him to go someplace else and play until he was finished. James looked to me for approval and I shook my head yes. He wandered over to talk to Andy. The three other girls were huddled together and talking softly. They seemed to be touching one another and laughing. Maybe they were talking about these experiences or how they were going to get me for sexual harassment. But right now I couldn't have cared less. The fuck stick in my twat was that was on my mind. It had been a while since I had been fucked like this. My tits were hard as rocks and my clit was standing taller than I had ever seen her. She was begging to be touched. I reached my arm between our bodies and found her exposed head. I pinched her between my thumb and forefinger and hot lava flowed through my legs and up to my nipples. Just as this happened, Chuck stiffened up and I felt his condom expand and the strength of his stream was so strong that I felt it in my pussy walls. His arms lost their strength and his body fell on me. I lay there pinned until he got his strength and breath back. As he lifted off me, I felt relief and freedom. I filled my lungs with fresh air and tried to roll off the desk. My body didn't seem to want to cooperate. Within minutes, James came to my rescue. My arms, like noodles would not wrap around his neck. He had to carry all of my weight. He sat me on the floor with the other three. They were smiling like they had a secret that no one could pry from them. And I noticed that they were all touching one another. "Are you okay?" they all asked at once. "Yes, I think so," I smiled at them. "Wow, those guys were good," Krystal said first. "I'm glad you invited them to come play with us. Wow! I have never had a man treat me like that!" I smiled at her childlike candor. I took a deep breath. "We are going to be here all night if we don't finish decorating. What do you say, are you guys rested enough to finish this?" I asked. "Yeah!" they cried out. The guys were dressing. They thanked us for the fun and told me if I needed them again, just let them know. "You guys are welcome to come to the party tomorrow night with your wives or girlfriends if you wish. Or you can come alone if that's more comfortable," I invited them. I thanked Andy and Chuck and sent them on their way. Then, weakly, we finished the decorating and got dressed. This was just the prelude to tomorrow night's festivities. On the way home, James smiled a lot. "What are you smiling about?" I asked. "Oh, just the way today turned out. I just never know what to expect from you. Yo never fail to amaze me," he said as he looked toward me. "I didn't plan all of that. It just happened," I protested. "Yeah, but when you're around things like that always happen. Look at what happened in Alaska!" he reminded me. I giggled and just blew it off. "I wonder what happened to Brett?" I mused out loud. "I don't know. I guess we never will," James answered me. "Maybe we'll see him again some day." James and I both slept well that night and the next morning was another frantic time. I had James call the caterer's to make sure the food would be delivered on time and found out that he would have to pick up all the drinks because one of their trucks broke down. Thank goodness he had a pickup truck. We went back to the office and covered the desks that lined the back wall so that the food and drinks wouldn't stain the wood. James replaced the balloons that had not made it through the night and added the ones we picked up at the store this morning. He covered all of the tables and straightened the chairs. Then we waited for the caterers to show up. It was three o'clock and there would still be a lot to do before our guests arrived. Thirty-five people were scheduled to be present. I hoped that at least two-thirds would be there. Not all were employees. I only had a small staff of six and with their spouses and significant others that would only be twelve. So we invited several of our friends as well. I thought the mix would make it very interesting. Bayley and David would be here along with Richard and Barbara. Cindy and toy are always fun at these gatherings and I can't have a party without Charles and Bob. A couple of my other Bulls were invited also; Benjamin promised he would be here. For James, I bought a sexy little Butler's costume. It fits him rather well with his bantam frame. I had him wear it around the house last night so that he would be comfortable serving and servicing all that wanted their assistance. I believe that Bayley is also going to let David help James serve and service. So all in all, I believe this will be a spectacular party. I was getting a little nervous. When James and I returned home, he took me into the bedroom. He closed all the drapes and blinds making it as dark as possible. He stripped all of my clothes off and had me lay on the bed. He brought me a vodka gimlet and after a few sips he instructed me to roll over on my belly while he massaged all the lumps of stress out of my neck and shoulders. After about a half an hour of his magical hands, all the knots in my neck and shoulders started to dissipate. He then rolled me over and crawled between my legs and licked the last of the stress from my love box. I fell asleep for a short while after that. He woke me at five-thirty. He had all of my clothes laid out and a hot shower running in the tub. He helped me into the shower and went to check that everything else was ready for the evening. When I stepped out of the shower he was there with my warm towels and he dried my body and covered my hair with the other towel. He rubbed lotion in my skin, making me feel silky and soft. Then he dried and brushed my long hair and left me to put on my make-up. Walking into the bedroom, he helped me into the red silk dress with the slits up to my hip. He also had the four-inch stiletto's waiting for me. The perfume he chose was Desire; it drove him crazy and many of my Bulls loved its scent as well. If I remember correctly, Johnny only had to have one sniff of it and he was stiff as a board. There was a knock at the door; James went to answer it. I heard Bayley and David's voices. Bayley came into the bedroom. "I am so jealous, you always look so sexy and beautiful!" she frightened me because I hadn't heard her enter the room. I turned and there she was in a dark green linen dress that barely covered her pussy and four-inch stilettos. Her sexy legs even made me cream. Her large breast were what every man who past her saw. "Oh, like you resemble the Wicked Witch of the West?" I teased her. She came to me and gave me a hug. "I so nervous," I confessed. "Did you hear what happened yesterday while we were decorating?" "Yeah, James told David last night when he came over for the heating dishes. Leave it to you to have an orgy in your office," she laughed. "I hope everyone shows up and I hope the straight couples find it in their psyche or hearts or whatever the hell they have to have a lot of fun and let go of society's little hang-ups!" I started on my bandwagon. Bayley waved her hand at me as if to say, don't worry. "Come on, let's go!" she insisted as I finished putting my lipstick on. I looked in the mirror to be sure I looked okay. I smiled because I looked pretty damned good. Then I licked my index finger and placed it on my hip and said. "SSSizzzzzzzz!" Bailey laughed and drug me into the living room where the guys were having a drink. David whistled and James said, "You are going to be the most beautiful woman at the party, and Bayley you are going to be right next to her." We arrived at the office two hours before the guests were due to arrive. I wanted to make sure that all the food arrived and was set up before the crowd walked in. James and David met the caterer's on the ground floor and carried all the food up the elevators to the third floor. They kept an eye on the fires beneath each entrée and checked that the temperatures didn't dry the food out and that it was sufficient at keeping the foods warm. I paced and fretted until Brett arrived. He took me into my office and made sure that all the stress of the past two days was completely drained from my system. His bright blue eyes and red hair which made him look like an innocent little boy, always made my heart melt. Then of course there was that wonderful prick of his and the way he used it. Office Party Brett found a tablecloth and threw it over the top of the desk then he slowly removed my dress. As he revealed my breasts, he obliged them by sucking their erect nipples into his mouth. My hands went to the back of his head and held it in place as he licked and sucked at the hard mounds. "Oh, yeah, that feels so good. I want you to fuck the stress right out of my body. Force it down my legs and right out of my toes!" I whispered as his lips traveled down my flat belly. I felt his hard Putz grow against the inside of my leg as he rubbed his body close to mine. His plum head was dripping precum and my hand reached for the object of my pleasure. Brett slapped at my hand and whispered, "I'm in control now; it is your job to let go. So do it NOW!" "Yes Sargent!" I giggled and spread my arms and legs wide so he could enjoy all of me while he brought me pleasure and stress relief. He guided his manhood into the wetness that was overflowing my pussy. My movements begged him to slip it into my hot box and fuck me until I lost all control. I wanted to just be used and not have to make any more decisions at this point in time. Then he took my legs and placed them over his shoulders and cupped my ass, then he heaved me up as he stood straight up and his body worked mine while I lay in his arms with my knees on his shoulders. Part of my mind called out FUCK ME GOOD while the other part cried, please don't drop me! I hung onto his arms as an added precaution that I wouldn't hit the desk and lose consciousness. I watched his face as our bodies collided in pleasure that was indescribable. Then as I felt the build up of my orgasm I closed my eyes to try and stay it off just a little longer. I saw sparks of blue, red, and gold. I heard the door open and felt Brett's body turn to see who came in. Then he turned back to the position he had been in. I knew it was James that had entered because if it had been anyone else, Brett would have lost his momentum and it all would have been over. But he continued pumping my pussy hard with his fuck stick and within ten minutes I felt the hot stream of this geyser flowing into my hungry cunt. Slowly, Brett released the air from his lungs and as his rhythm slowed the warmth of our passion moved through my legs and belly. My orgasm heated up my body. It made my arms and legs quiver and become weak. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the shaking in my limbs. Brett carefully lowered me back to the hard desk. He pulled his still pulsing cock out of my contracting petals of lust then leaned over me and kissed each tit and my lips once again. I was no longer stressed or nervous about the party. "May I clean up, Mistress?" James asked tentatively. "Yes, James, come take care of Brett and then take care of me," I instructed him. Eagerly, he crossed the distance of the room as Brett turned to him. His penis was still dripping cum. I saw him lick his lips as he saw the shining cum on his shaft. Brett spread his legs wide and put his hands on his hips. From behind he looked like Mr. Clean. "Mmmmmm," Brett uttered as James' mouth covered his thick rod. I heard James sigh with pleasure as well. I rolled over to watch the action and my fingers found the sticky wetness in my snatch. While James sucked and licked at Brett's jewels, I treated my cunt to one more zenith using the natural lubricant that Brett had provided. I always get so turned watching James with a dick in is mouth. Brett's hips pushed toward James' face as James took his length in then Brett pulled it out. I loved the teeter-totter of the cleaning. My clit became hard and my fluids began to flow once more. "OH GAUD!" I cried at almost the same time Brett's cum overflowed James' mouth and dribbled down his chin. I looked at James' suit pants and his little pole was pressing against his zipper. "Are your ready, Mistress?" He asked as he stood up. Brett leaned over and kissed me, darting his tongue deep into my mouth. He squeezed my teats one more time and said, "I'll be mingling, baby," then he patted James on the head and walked out of the room leaving him to clean up the mess he had left in my pussy. James climbed onto the desk and licked his lips. "I was so glad that Brett came early to calm you down. Thank you for letting me stay and watch, Ma'am!" "Be a good boy and lick this sticky seed out of me before it dries up and starts to bother me," I directed. "I want you to pay homage to a man that can make me feel this good and relieve all the stress that he did. "Yes, Ma'am, Brett is the type of man that should always fuck your beautiful pussy. I should never be allowed to touch it unless it is filled with the thick cum of another man that is better than me, Mistress!" he confessed then crawled between my legs. With two fingers he spread my sticky pussy lips and licked at them gently tasting the salty substance that brought me to that heavenly place that makes me a rag doll. Once he had clean the outer level, his tongue explored deeper into my love canal and he found a treasure of thick, salty sperm just waiting for his tongue to scoop it up. My hands went to his smooth head and pushed him deeper between my legs forcing his tongue deeper into the river of seed left by Brett. "You like the taste of another man's seed in my cunt, baby?" I whispered as James licked and sucked. "Es Mstrss' he mumbled without leaving my garden. His tongue snaked around those areas that only he knew. Once had consumed all of the salty cum his head appeared above my mound. There were traces of the thick fluid on his nose and chin. He smiled, "All clean, Ma'am!" James rolled off the desk and held a hand to help me sit up. Then he assisted me off the hard bed that had supported me and led me back to the party area. We both smiled as we entered the main office. I had no idea how much time had passed since I had entered the room with Brett. But as I sauntered into the room, I noticed that several guests had arrived. My smile grew and I took James' arm; together we greeted our guests. The band had arrived and was playing mood music softly in the background while the guests arrived. I whispered to James, "I hope they snap it up soon." I glanced around the room to see who had arrived. The girls who had help with the decorating were just walking in with their spouses. They were greeted by other employees who had gotten there before them. James and I approached them. "I'm glad you made it," I said as I hugged them. "You all did a super job yesterday! Thank you so much for your help!" I made over them. "You all look beautiful," James complimented them and gave each of them a hug. To Stan, who we knew well, he said, "Did you come prepared for a good time and lots of eats, man?" "Yeah, I didn't eat lunch so I could pig out and I want to see all the action that I know will happen here tonight!" he slapped James on the back. "Well, just remember James and David over there," I said pointing to David, "they are here to assist you in any thing you may need. They will get you food, drinks, and will even assist you in any other activities you may get involved in," I chuckled. "Sounds like a plan," Stan said loudly over the chatter of the crowd. Then he and Carol went to mingle. Then, I saw that Brett was surrounded by a gaggle of women. All had stars in their eyes and their hands and bodies were exploring his with abandon. Of course it was obvious he was enjoying the attention. The door opened and Cliff walked in with a beautiful bronzed goddess on his arm. Cliff and I have known one another for a while. There was some sexual tension in the air when we were in close contact but had never occurred but he had, thus far, kept it to one little romp with my breasts. He was a little taller than James but much more endowed. He made me laugh and calmed my soul from time to time. James really liked him. Cliff was good looking in a rugged sort of way but it was his gentle nature that attracted the ladies. Cliff and his arm charm sauntered up to me. He gave me a hug and a kiss and pulled me close enough that I could feel his prick starting to get hard. Then he shook James' hand and said, "How ya doing, James? Taking good care of my lady, man?" "Oh, this is Amanda! Isn't she beautiful?" he said as he remembered she was there. She was beautiful. Her raven hair fell to her shoulders and surrounded an exquisitely chiseled face. Her eyes were expressive and her smile sincere. Amanda's body language said it all. She was quiet. She just had to look at you with those big brown eyes and you knew what she desired. "It's great to meet you!" I welcomed her, "Cliff has told me so much about you and I guarantee it was all fabulous." Amanda smiled, looked toward Cliff then said, "Thank you. This looks like a good party!" "Well, make yourself at home and have a great time," I told them, "and if you need anything, James and David will be glad to assist you." I enjoyed seeing James and David admiring her beauty. I knew they dreamed of cleaning her up tonight. Monica was the next to arrive; she is a client. She had with her Calvin and he was a good looking as she had promised. She had no sooner walked into the room than she started checking out what was available in the male category. I introduced her to James in his butler uniform and she smiled, "Oh, you're cute; you going to take care of me tonight and make sure I'm never dry?" "Anything you wish, Ma'am!" he bowed to her and kissed her hand. "Cute, I'll let you know when I need something like that guy over by the bar," she smiled and turned toward the door as Johnny walked in followed by Benjamin. A smile crossed her face and she looked at Calvin as if to say, 'You're on your own, baby!" She licked her lips and headed toward the guys. Troy and his wife walked in hand in hand. I could tell that they were very happily married. She still had stars in her eyes. He had been working for me for about six months. He was a great assistant. His wife was a pretty, little, brunette that looked as if she had a loving, submissive personality. When he noticed me, he pulled her towards me and said, "Looks like a good time is brewing; food smells great! This is my wife, Shelly." I smiled and held out my hand welcoming her to the party. I introduced James and told her, "If you need anything, please call on him for assistance. He loves to help beautiful young women." She giggled and her cheeks blushed as she batted her eyes at him. The music wove its way around the room and through the crowd barely noticed over the chatter floating above the crowd. The alcohol flowed like river over a waterfall while everyone talked, drank, ate and got to know one another. The first couple I noticed sneaking away from the noise and confusion was Bayley leading Stan into my office. She had always wanted to be with him from the time that I introduced her to him a few months ago. I could tell they had already been playing body search because her dress straps were off her shoulders and her hair mussed. Stan's zipper was down. I noticed David followed them and sat outside the door. I could see he was anxious as he fidgeted. He surveyed the crowd to see if anyone needed food or drinks, but he didn't move. David knew that if the guests needed something and he didn't provide it then Bayley would punish him severely once they were home. Knowing her, she would probably whip him with the cat-o-nine-tails and then milk him, put him in chastity then the cage. Giving her the opportunity to take a Bull home for the night. He would probably ignore someone just for the thrill of listening to her with a Bull. I sneaked over to my office and listened at the door. I could hear them talking and Bayley laughing. "He'll be all right, I promise. I'll let him in when it's time to clean me. Until then, he can sit out there and wonder what you're doing to me. I love it that way. I seldom go home with my Bulls, I love to tease him that way," I heard her say. I glanced at David and he was touching his cocklett and watching the guests mingle. Opening the door just a little I could see them stripping off their clothes and grabbing one another's body. Bayley's dress was off and all she wore was a thong, garter, hose, and a pair of heels. She was on her knees lapping at his fully erect cock. Bayley moaned with pleasure as Stan pinched her nipples. His hips plunged close to her nose then he slowly withdrew it immediately pushing it back into her hungry mouth. Stan reached down, pulled her off the floor and helped her with her stockings. Slowly, he released the button from the metal holder with just one hand. The front of the hose slipped down her leg. Reaching behind he did the same with the rear clasp. The silk slid down her leg and rested at her ankle. Stan repeated the trick with her other leg. Then he slipped her thong over her slim hips and watched them glide down her legs. Bayley stepped out of them and kissed Stan plunging her tongue down his throat. He took her in his arms and lay her gently on the cloth-covered desk. Then he climbed on it as well. His shirt was unbuttoned and she pulled it off him and threw it on the floor. He kneeled over her nakedness and his mouth went to her erect breasts. His erect fuck stick was pointed at her pussy. I watched eagerly as he slowly inserted it into her wet delta. "Yesssssss!" Bayley cried as she spread her legs wide allowing him all the room that he needed to comfortably fuck her brains out. I was getting excited watching this. I found myself fondling my nipples as my other hand found the slit in my dress and went to my uncovered cunt. I found my hard clit and pinched her to release the first wave of heat into my legs. Unconsciously, I moaned aloud as my fluids started filling my love nest. David turned and noticed me fingering myself. "Do you need help, Mistress?" he asked. I smiled and shook my head. He eagerly crawled between the slits of my dress and I felt the heat from his tongue as he tongued fucked me. I stood there with my legs spread wide, his tongue on my clit and him sucking my open pussy watching as Bayley received a most wonderful fuck. When she came, my orgasm mirrored hers. "David!" Bayley called as I watched Stan roll off her. He looked up at me and I shook my head, yes, giving him permission to go assist his Mistress. David scrambled to his feet. His cock was hard and leading the way. I watched just long enough to see who got serviced first. As he knelt down in front of Stan, I walked away. James came up to me and asked, "Should I see if anyone needs help, Mistress?" "No, not yet. It's too early too much booze still left. But you can help me. I just watched Bayley fucking Stan and got so horny. David started to help me but then Bayley called him to do cleanup duty," I explained. A broad smile crossed his lips and I led him into one of the smaller conference rooms. I sat on the edge of the long table, spread my legs and pulled the panel of my dress open so that he could easily find my garden. His tongue immediately darted deep into my cunt and cooled the fire growing there. As he licked I felt the strength flowing from my legs. They turned to rubber and I was thankful I had the table to support me. As James' tongue licked and fucked my pussy, his fingers found my erect clit and stimulated it releasing threads of warmth throughout my body. My breast became hard rock and I pinched my nipples as he sucked me. Warmth soothed my body and soon my legs shook from the pleasure his mouth provided. Once he was sure I had all the pleasure I could handle for the moment, he crawled up to my tits and sucked each of them in separately. Then he kissed each nipple and finally my lips. I tasted my pussy on his mouth. He helped me off the table and we walked arm in arm back into the music and voices. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amanda sneaking into the large conference room with Calvin. "Hmmm," I thought. I tapped James on the shoulder and guided his eyes to see what I was seeing. A broad smile crossed his face and sparkled in his eyes. "Wanna watch?" he whispered. I nodded my head and we quietly opened the door. I didn't know anything about either of these people, but I was really anxious to find out what I could. The first sight was Calvin deeply kissing Amanda who was doing all she could to suck in his entire tongue. His hands explored her voluptuous breasts at their deep cleavage as he tried to squeeze his fingers into that tight space. Then his tongue slathered over them like he was licking a lollipop. It must have tasted good, because he was humming as he licked. Amanda pulled at his shirt and I saw a button bounce off the plush carpet and land somewhere under the table. The cleaning crew, next week, would suck it up with their vacuums. He didn't really seem to care. All he wanted to do was get one of those full nipples into his mouth. Her dress had a side zipper and when Calvin found the slider of the zipper he pulled it down the chain until it would go no farther. Then he pulled the strap off her shoulder and down her arm. With her arm free, Amanda slipped the dress off her sexy torso and it fell silently to the floor and Calvin began taking off her panties. Once his task of undressing Amanda was complete, Calvin tore his expensive tux off and discarded it. He stepped out of his jockeys and I noticed his seven-inch dick had a slight curve that made it point to the ceiling. Amanda's eyes grew large and she licked her lips. Good thing she wasn’t with Benjamin; she may have fainted at his nine inches. It’s a shame how many women settle for so little. But Calvin at least had some girth; from my vantagepoint it looked at least five or six inches. Calvin was now licking and sucking Amanda's breasts, which also had very large areola and rubbing her clit. She leaned on the table for support and had thrown her head back softly whimpering in pleasure. He smoothly transitioned her from leaning against the table to laying on it. He also climbed onto the table and knelt over her slim body. The passion shone in his eyes. His nipples even looked hard. With two fingers he separated the walls that protected her pleasure garden. Leaning over her undulating body he inserted his tongue into the moist slit and ran it from her ass to her clit. "Ohhhhhh!" Amanda whimpered as her hands guided his head to the spot she desired. "Yes, there, lick it! Suck it! Make me cum I need it so BAD!" she cried. Calvin followed her instructions like a robot. He moved when and where she told him to move and he touched the places she demanded. Her moans indicated her pleasure but should he fail to hit the spot she needed she cried, "You fool, not there! Can't you get anything right?" In a short period of time, she trained him to her body and her needs. She finally allowed him to climb onto the table and join her in her pleasure. Crawling onto the hard surface, Calvin's member had swollen another inch or so. It was thick and definitely hungry. Precum dripped off its tip; the head was red and swollen. He licked his lips and bent to kiss hers. She opened her mouth slightly allowing his tongue to dart into it. In unison, they moaned as his thick cock made its way into the dark recesses of her being. Even over the music and chatter, I heard the sloshing as his shaft descended into the dark regions of her womanhood. Then an audible "Ahhggggg…" was released from his throat. Together they moved as the dance of passion and delight began. Amanda continued to instruct Calvin as to what pleased her and he followed her lead wanting to be sure that she experienced every pleasure he could provide to the fullest. I watched, mesmerized as his prick stroked in and out of her valley of pleasure. The looks on his face joined by the whimpers of extreme pleasure coming from Amanda made me hot. I found my fingers on my clit trying to keep up with their motions. Office Party Then I felt James' tongue as he gently pulled my hand out of my love canal and soothed the heat. He lapped at my clit and sucked her like a tiny dick. He nibbled on her little head as his fingers played in my pool of lust. Soon my legs gave out and he had to support me to the floor. He spread my legs wide and sucked at my pussy while arousing my clit until my body shook and my tits grew hard. My orgasm seemed coordinated with Amanda's, as I heard her whimpering in the conference room. "Yes, oh yes! NO DON'T STOP YET… KEEP GOING!" she yelled but no one except James and me (I) could hear her over the drum of the office. "That's it! Do it baby. FUCK ME GOOD! I'M ALMOST THERE. KEEP GOING YOU ASSHOLE! DON'T STOP NOW! I looked into the room as my body slowly calmed. She was forcing his body into hers trying to get the last of his cum to fill her cunt. As her zenith flowed through her body I heard a deep sigh and she released her hold on Calvin and felling back onto the table. Looking at James, I said, "Your turn!" He smiled and stood up. He walked into the conference room and asked, "Does anyone need to get that sticky cum off their body? I would be glad to assist in that chore." The two of then stared at him with dumb faces, so he approached Amanda, spread her legs apart and licked thick cum off the inside of her legs. "Ohhhhhhh," she said as her body shuddered once again in a wave or pleasure. "Yes, I believe I could use a little assistance in getting that tacky stuff off and out of my body," she cooed. Then he turned to Calvin who backed away and said, "No way, I'm not gay. I'll just find the men's room." "No, you won't!" Amanda chastened him. I think I would love to see him suck your pretty cock!" Then, looking at James she instructed, "Do him first. I'll just play in this pool of cum until you're finished sucking his curvy boner." She gently pushed James toward Calvin who shrugged and held his pipe out to him. "I promise to not hurt you, Master Calvin," he said as he bent over his man jewels and ran his tongue over the still hard and pulsating shaft. "Mmmmm," Calvin sighed against his will. Then he relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure of James' experienced mouth. It didn't take James long to expunge the salty fluid from the seven-inch prick. But he performed in such a way as to have him moaning and his hands were on the top of James' head holding him tight to his cock. Finally he realized what he was doing and sort of pushed James off his dong. Immediately, James turned his attentions to the beautiful Amanda. She opened her legs wide and leaned back on her elbows so she could watch and oversee his bathing of her most sensitive areas. He was much slower in his exploration of her sex. Easily, James ran his tongue from the membrane between her ass and her pussy to her erect clit. She trembled as a ripple of delight fluttered through her delicate body. "Oh, you do that good! I'm gonna have to steal you away!" she whispered just above my audible range. "Thank you, Ma'am!" James replied as he continued to explore the delicate regions of her delicate petals. I heard sucking and knew it was her bud he was devouring; I knew because I heard her whimpering in pleasure. "Yes, don't stop, please, oh please yes. Can I take you home with me? Don't stop!" These weren't demands as she was giving Calvin; she was begging James to keep pleasing her. Then I heard the heavy breathing and panting as she had one more climax to bring in the New Year. I noticed that the nipples of her breasts stood at attention as the flash of heat and delight rolled through her. James rolled off the table and joined me at the door. We united with our guests in the main office and became part of the flow. Glancing around I tried to assess who was off playing hide the sausage and with whom. Cliff caught my attention and came up to us. "Great party! Lots of interesting people, great food! I'll have to get your caterer's name," he made small talk. "Anytime, sweetheart," I responded. "I'm glad you're having a good time. Met anyone you want to sneak off with?" He looked at me slyly and said, "Only one, but she's just too busy to play," he remarked. "Oh really, why do you think that?" I asked. "Well, everytime I go looking for you, I can't find you," he pointed out. "I see, well, I'm here now! I know a cozy little conference room that's not being used," I said smiling. "Let's go," Cliff took my hand and I led the way as James obediently followed. As we entered the door, James unzipped my dress and Cliff anxiously pulled it off me. Not surprised at my nude body beneath, he lifted me onto the cloth-covered table and kissed me hard on the lips. His fuck stick stood erect already screaming for attention. James didn't have to do any warm up here. Cliff pulled my nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled on their tips. He licked from one to the other and rested in the valley between them. "They're so soft and pretty, I knew they would be," he muttered with his lips on my skin. I could feel the moisture of his breath on my skin. "Such beautiful pillows. So perfectly shaped! I could sleep here," he said more to himself than to me. Then he pulled away from my body and ripped off his starched white shirt throwing it on the floor. He unlatched his belt and in one jerk pulled it through the belt loops of his suit pants dropping it on the floor as he unzipped and unbuttoned his waistband. The trousers fell to his ankles and James helped him out of them. Crawling onto the table he licked his lips then my smooth mound. He lifted his head and said, "Mmmmmm tasty and wet!" then dove in once again. I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy this oasis of pleasure as James crawled between Cliff's legs and started massaging his testicles as Cliff licked me all over. He had in his hand, a shot glass with just a little alcohol left in it. He took out his lighter and set the fluid on fire then turned it onto my belly. My first reaction was shock; then as my epidermis was sucked up into the glass it was one of delight and wonder. Once the vacuum released my skin he pulled the glass off and kissed the red, but not burned skin. Upon recovering from the shock of his actions, I found myself even more aroused and wanting to know what he could do for me. I pulled him close and kissed him with abandon. The pleasure had begun. Cliff's hands explored the contours of my body like a blind man encountering a new object. They moved slowly, stopping at the areas he found unique and exciting. He played with my toes, running his fingers between each one. Then he traced my ankles and toyed with the anklet that encircled it. He traveled up my calf to my thigh where he kissed my leg. I felt his warm breath on my pussy and knew he was breathing heavily. His hot tongue tickled my warm skin. It swirled in circles making its way closer and closer to my passion garden. I could feel the heat as it mounted and rushed toward my anxious rosebud. Then Cliff turned me over and pulled me up to my knees, leaving my head and arms to support me. He first spread open my gates of Venus with his fingers then I felt his thick wet tongue taste my juices. Goosebumps ran across my skin. I felt his conical head force its way into my lustful garden and explore the delicacies that awaited him there. Once he felt safe in the darkness of my warmth, his motions sped up. Each time his prick came to my gates the ridge of his head scarped the mouth of my flowerbed. It was very sensual and made me want him ever so much more. The power of his thrust shook my tits and pushed me across the table. Finally, James climbed under me as support and also licked my clitoris adding to the fervors of Cliff's motions. Each thrust pushed the breath out of my lungs and my tits bounced with excitement. Pulling out, Cliff offered his shlong to James so he could taste my juices. He happily licked and sucked his prick savoring the tastes of me. Then he too ran his tongue into my fucked pussy to get any drips of precum that may have found its way there. Cliff asked for some lubricant, which James handed it to him along with a condom. A chill ran up my spine as the cold fluid was put on and in my asshole to prepare me for the insertion of Cliff's good-sized penis. I could feel James' fingers massaging and stretching my tight hole, trying to entice it to open wide for its dinner. Then I felt the head of the dick that wanted entrance to that dark realm. I could feel the tearing of my skin and I bit my lip so as not to cry out in pain. As the dong entered my ass, James added lubrication to soothe the burn. Finally Cliff was fully in and the pain was starting to ease. James scooted back between my legs. I knew that he was a now sucking and fondling Cliff's testicles. But he wasn't ignoring my pleasure; he still used one hand to manipulate my nub giving me extreme delectation. Cliff was an artist in my ass. He knew how deep to comfortably go and with how much pressure. It wasn't long before the feeling of lava flowing through my body began to stimulate me to the point of explosion. I began to plunge toward his thrust meeting him in the middle. When, at last, I could no longer hold the excitement, my body began to shake, my legs gave out and I fell onto James's head. Cliff followed my motions through no choice of his own; his arrow stuck deep in the target could not simply slip out. Then I felt the warmth of his cum as his seed overflowed the condom and dripped out of my butt onto James' chest. His weight joined mine crushing the air out of James. For several moments, none of us moved. Then I felt Cliff pull out and James scramble from beneath me to tend to Cliff. He pulled the condom off his cock and swallowed the contents. Then he covered the sloppy prick with his mouth and moaned, as he tasted the salty cum. Rolling over, I watched as James sucked Cliff's penis in and out of his mouth. My fingers went to my wet cunt and played in her exciting myself as I watched. One hand found its way to my tits and I pinched my left nipple increasing my pleasure. Finally, Cliff pushed James off him and climbed off the table. James licked the tasty cum off of my butt and pussy then he cleaned what had dribbled down my legs. Then, just for the fun of it, he spread my legs then licked my slit. When he reached the head of my nub the electricity shot through me and my orgasm was instantaneous. When my body finally calmed, I slid off the table like strands of spaghetti. James helped me dress then escorted me out of the conference room. The volume of noise had increased while we were away. It was obvious that people were enjoying the food and drink and starting to relax and enjoy one another as well. We made our rounds once again talking to each cluster of people and making sure they had everything they needed. I also glanced at the outer areas to see who was playing with whom. I saw Johnny laughing and talking to Carol. I could tell by the way that she touched his arm as they talked that she was ready to experience him. As I watched, he escorted her to the bar where they both refreshed their drinks then they headed to the ladies room. Carol walked in then came back out, reached for Johnny's arm and pulled him in. I smiled. James had started talking to Monica who was standing with Troy, so I wandered in the direction of the ladies room. I tried the door and it was locked. I could hear them talking quietly. And there was a rustling noise sort of like a crinoline being pulled off. I just had to see. I tried the knob once more to no avail. So I took out my key and unlocked it. As I opened it wide, I stumbled over Johnny who was just pulling his trousers off. "Oops, sorry! I thought maybe someone accidentally locked the door and I really need to pee. Please do continue!" I lied. Carol was beet red and Johnny just stood there with that nice nine-inches half hard. "Hey, since I am here, can I watch a little?" I asked. Carol looked at Johnny who shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's okay with me; you can even join in if you want; as long as it's all right with Carol," he looked at her. "I am okay with you watching; but I want that cock all to myself!" she blurted out. Then she covered her mouth as if she couldn't believe that she had said that to me. I laughed and said, "Thanks, I'll just masturbate if I get too horny." Johnny gave me a kiss; I jumped up onto the counter and watched as his mouth covered her well-formed breasts. He seemed to enjoy just sucking them in and rolling his tongue around the nipples. Then he decided to get a little rougher and started biting them. This caused her to moan with pleasure. Carol's arms encircled his head and held him tight to her bosom as she moved her body against his. Johnny’s prick grew to its full nine-inches. Her eyes grew big when she saw his size. Licking her lips, she bent her head to lick his plum. When she rose up, she had a smile on her face. Carol pushed him back and demanded, “Fuck me and fuck me good!” Johnny only nodded his head and pushed her back onto the cool ceramic floor; her back just fit on the soft shaggy area rug. He bent over her and licked her from pussy to neck. Her body shook with delight. Carol pulled at his hair as he bent over her cunt and ran his tongue over her erect clit. “Ahhh yeah,” she moaned. Once he had her nice and wet, Johnny crawled up on his knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders. He centered his dick on the target her pussy provided. With one strong thrust, he penetrated her. Carol’s back arched off the fluffy rug as she wrapped her arms around his head as it lay on her belly. Her hips plunged towards his drilling penis with each thrust. “Yes! Yes! YES! This is how I need to be fucked! Do it good! Make it last! Fuck it! Fuck my hot pussy! I need a man like you!” she cried. With the encouragement, Johnny’s hips moved more quickly and seemed to go deeper and deeper into Carol’s liquid garden. “Oh this is good pussy!” Johnny screamed. Fortunately, the party noise had reached a crescendo where he couldn’t be heard. “You feel so good on my cock. I’m going to feel you so full of frothy cum that it will flow down your legs and you’ll slip on it when you walk,” he informed her For the next twenty-five minutes they fucked like two dogs held tight by the knot in the stud’s hard cock. He moved so fast that it was hard to see any light between their bodies. My fingers went to my clit and started pinching and rubbing it. My other hand found the wet opening to my hot bed of passion. My mouth got dry and it was difficult for me to find fluids to fill it. I kept licking my lips trying to keep them wet. “Oh my gaud!” Carol cried as her legs pulled up and wrapped around Johnny’s back. Sweat dripped from his face onto her nipples and down her belly. I saw her body shiver so hard that her tits shook and the orgasm she was having pulled Johnny deeper into her. “Please!” he cried as he felt her wet hole pull him into her to share her orgasm. Together, their bodies racked on the cold floor wet from their juices and the sweat dripping from both their bodies. The sound of their breathing and the slapping of their skin made me hotter than I would have imagined. I started pinching my left nipple and finger fucking myself until my climax attacked me with a fire that burned deep in my pussy. The three of us came together. Our cries and sighs were in unison as the warmth cooled. I opened the door looking for James. When I found him, I caught his eye and motioned for him to come to me. He wasted no time. I pulled him into the bathroom and he quickly realized why. Kneeling before Carol, he waited for her instruction to clean her or Johnny. She spread her legs indicating that she should be taken care of first. Johnny leaned against the counter and spread his legs. I crawled between them and used my hand to stroke his half-hard cock. He moaned as I rubbed his member. And he started pinching my nipples. “Mmmm, you do that so good!” I whispered. “You always liked the way I touched you, baby!” he smiled. “Oh that was so good James! I know why she keeps you now,” I heard Carol whisper. “Now it’s Johnny’s turn, go clean him; I love seeing you take a man,” she commanded. James crawled over to Johnny and without using his hands; he sucked the half-hard prick into his mouth. Carol and I watched as he performed his duties. “He has such a small dick; I don’t know why you keep him around?” Carol asked. “Because he is a good man who takes care of my needs and makes sure that I get the sex that I need and want. I love how he takes care of my lovers and me. He also finds me some really great Bulls and look at him with that dick in his mouth; that just turns me on so much!” I explained. “Yeah, he does have a good tongue,” she agreed “and that is hot, with that large dick in his mouth!” She dressed while James finished up with Johnny. Then Carol and I walked out of the ladies room and the guys followed a few minutes later. James caught up with me and Carol met up with Stan. “I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat,” I suggested to James. “Yeah, I’m hungry too,” he agreed. He went to find us some food and drinks. While I sat there watching the guests, I looked around for people that didn’t come together. As it turned out, almost everyone was flirting with someone else. I had been really naïve thinking that there was at least one couple that was so in love that they would hang close throughout the entire party. I saw Monica was still talking with Troy and she wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was turned on by him. She touched his body constantly. She laughed at what he was saying and hardly took her eyes off him. I noticed that she licked her lips a lot. James came back with rare prime rib, new potatoes, spinach salad and drinks. We sat at a small table and ate while we watched the crowd and listened to what conversations were close to us. It made me smile that the attitude was, ‘Do as you please with whom you wish.’ I watched Elizabeth talking to Brett. She was almost as tall as he was at five foot-ten. She was beautiful in her white linen gown split up to her knee and the back out. I could tell he was smitten with her. He always turns me on every time I look into those bright blue, little boy eyes of his. And it made me hot when I saw his mischievous face smiling at her. I knew they would be the next to squirrel away somewhere to play. James tapped me on the shoulder to draw my attention away from them. I turned to him with a question in my eyes. He just pointed. Following his arm, I saw Cliff talking to Shelly. She hung onto his every word and touched herself often. Especially around her breast and then on her belly close to her magic garden. She also kept looking at his crouch. “Soon,” I smiled at him as I finished the excellent meal. James took our plates back to the bar and came back with more drinks. I had almost finished my gimlet when James noticed that Brett was leading Elizabeth to a conference room. Holding a finger to my lips and smiling, I handed him my empty glass and started to follow them keeping a fair space behind then. They choose the conference room that was in front of my office. “Hmmm,” I whispered and turned to James, “Let’s go!” He smiled and we headed for my office. I have a camera in there and a sound system where I can hear what is going on in there. Most of my employees don’t know about it because the camera is recessed beside a picture and the microphones are in the air ducts. We went into my office and I turned on my computer activating the camera and the mics. Together we watched as Brett slowly undressed Elizabeth’s slender body. He was very deliberate and took his time. Upon taking the straps off her shoulders, he bent and gently kissed her alabaster skin. Her dark auburn hair contrasted with the golden red of his. Office Party Grant was having the time of his life. He never thought love would come to him again. Yet here was his perfect girl. They had so much in common and so much time to discover that. They had met online and after time they had grown so close, so...well... there is no other way to put it..but in love. And now she was here with him. It was going on the third week of intense, passionate, love making. Tonight was the night she was going to meet his closest friend, at an office Christmas party. Neither of them were nervous about the evening. They felt so great together that there was not a worry in the world. As they got ready for the night (after a two hour shower), Grant could not keep his hands off Tara. She had the best body, just curvy in the right places. Legs that would make any man on the street stop to look at her. Golden hair that fell just below her shoulders...to him, she was the best vision in the world. And she was all his. At the party, most of the men could not keep their eyes off her. Grant introduced her to his friend Eric and his wife Betty. They were a nice looking couple that had been together two years now. They all mingled, drank a few drinks and laughed most of the night. As the party came to the end Eric approached Grant. He told him that Betty was very interested in having a foursome somewhere in the office with him and Tara. Grant could not see why not... he and Eric had been friends for years, they had shared everything. Grant felt that Tara would want to try that. They talked about it all the time. He talked to her about it and she thought it would be fun to be very naughty on this occasion. They agreed to meet in Grants office. It was on the third floor and the party was on the second so no one could walk in or hear them. As inconspicuous as can be, the four left the party, getting on the elevator. It stopped on the third floor, the four got out and weren't exactly sure what was going to happen, but each knew deep down that they would leave the office with the biggest smile. Part 2 Grant unlocked his office door, and they went in. It was a normal office; a couch, TV, desk, chair. Tara leaned against the desk. Betsy slipped off her shoes, and took her hair out of the tie she had it in. Eric eyed Tara. Yes she was attractive, but he wanted her for other reasons. If she could make Grant this happy, what would one good fuck with her do to him. Grant walked up behind Betsy. He had known her ever since she started going out with Eric. She had an appeal to her. Which Grant loved. "OK Betsy, we all know why we're here! Now get down on your knees and suck my dick." She turned around and placed her hands on his jeans. Undoing them quickly, for she wanted to taste Grant's dick as badly as he wanted her to suck him. Lowering his jeans and gitch, she grabbed his "9" inch cock and sucked it. Right in front of Eric and Tara. They didn't seem to mind though. Tara perked up "Yeah, Betsy I know you love sucking on Grant's cock...I know it is making you hot as hell." And she was right. Betsy's panties were soaked. Grant started yelling that he was gonna cum. Betsy didn't care. She told him to hurry up and do it in her mouth. He did. He grabbed the back of Betsy's head , grunted, and blew a gallon down her throat. It kept squirting out. Dam there was so much. But Betsy swallowed it all. Every last bit. Betsy got off her knees and noticed Eric and Tara going at it. Actually Eric's head was between Tara's legs. Her pants and panties sitting on a chair. He was lapping her pussy like he never tasted one before. Then he spread her luscious pussy lips with his fingers, and started tonguing the shit out of her clit. Tara was going wild. She was groaning, bucking her hips, clutching Eric's curly blonde hair with her hands. When Eric got up from eating Tara's pussy, Tara gave Betsy a funny look. This dirty, sensual look. Tara played with her clit and said, "Come on Betsy, you know you want to try it." So Betsy walked over to her. Lowering her head to Tara's wet pussy. As Betsy ate Tara, Tara's face turned red, her mouth hung open. She looked like she was going to explode. But poor Eric hadn't even came yet. When Betsy was done eating Tara, she suggested that the two men fuck her at the same time. The two men stripped naked as did Betsy. Eric laid on his back on the floor. With her back to him, Betsy sat down on his cock, with it up her ass. Then Grant laid on top of her. Stuffing all 9 inches into her pussy. Tara walked over and sat down on Betsy's face. She wanted to play too. So Betsy ate her while being fucked. And Tara had 2 more orgasms. The men took their time fucking Betsy. They soon got the rhythm going. And she felt they were going to cum, so she lifted Tara off of her and rolled off of Eric. She got on her hands and knees. The men came up to her face. Jacking off, they soon were cumming all over her face. Some cum even went in her mouth. Which she swallowed. The four got up and cleaning themselves as well as they could. They agreed it was fabulous and would do it again, next time Tara was in town. The four returned to the elevator. As the door closed, the four smiled at one another. Knowing infact, the orgasms they experienced were one of a kind!!!! Office Party 'Alice are you coming to the pub or not?' 'Just give me a minute and I'm right with you, I'm getting the keys.' The pub isn't that crowded, a lot of the offices haven't bothered to open for the Monday that is Christmas Eve but we have a boss who, though not here herself, prefers that the customer comes first, however twelve midday is shutting time, the post is gone, the phones are dead and the pub is open. There's me Alice, Wendy the temp and her boss Steve, June the office bitch, John from insurance and Bob from accounts - the office groper - who has suggested that we play the old childhood game of truth or dare complete with a forfeits system 'that will be paid' for telling a lie or not doing the simple dare. A few drinks along the line and the games' changed from inquisitive questions through slightly suggestive to openly sexual. 'Truth or dare Alice?' asks John 'Truth' 'Have you ever sucked two cocks at once?' 'Er no……………?' I know that I'm in trouble with a few forfeits and Wendy is sitting there looking all polite and innocent and eighteen, not admitting to anything and running up a forfeits total that we are told is getting ruder by her refusal to do any of the slightly wilder ones put her way and I suppose quietly confident nothing will happen. I have sucked two cocks together but I was sweet sixteen and slightly drunk. In case you were wondering I'm late thirties, dark hair, a size 12, 34d and have managed to keep some semblance of my youthful figure thanks to advice as I was leaving hospital with my one and only child. 'I think that's a lie' says June. 'And another forfeit' adds Bob pulling up the piece of paper he has been keeping the list on and writes another against my name checking with June that she agrees. The game continues and June somewhat tipsy chooses another dare. So far her knickers are in John's pocket, her bra in Bobs and now she has to flash her nipples. Ha, I think to myself, she will end up on the forfeit list but to my amazement she undoes her blouse and flashes her tits. I see a barmaid look and realise that Bob has too when he suggests that we return to the office with a few bottles of wine. I am about to object until it is pointed out that Wendy and I have a list of forfeits and the paying of must be done today. For the first time I see her confidence slip and she starts to make must be going noises but it's too late she's in and signed up, tits, ass and rest of her too. Back in the office the wine is open and the forfeit list drawn out. 'Okay' says Bob once we are settled, 'this is how we go; the game continues but now there is only truth or forfeit. Alice and Wendy can take forfeits instead of answering questions, but the option remains. If we are not happy with the answer they must take the forfeit on the list. 'Wendy, truth or forfeit?' asks Bob. 'Truth' 'If told too, would you lick Alice's pussy?' 'What! You can't ask me that oh…… yes I suppose so, as it is probably on the forfeit list or will be put there if I say no.' 'Alice, truth of forfeit?' says June taking the list from Bob. I'm still shocked by Wendy's answer and not thinking properly when I answer forfeit. 'Let's see, ah this one will be fun and teach you not to volunteer for the water splash and disappoint the guys who were waiting to see you get wet. Take off your bra and stand in the rain for as long as it takes to get your white blouse wet enough to become see through, then come back in and let us see what we missed in the summer.' I complain but the unwritten law of truth or dare is you have to pay your forfeits and we were reminded by Bob before the game commenced and all agreed, though I think the booze had a little part to play in agreeing to something we thought would be a laugh. June takes great delight in reminding me now. I turn my back to the others, undo the catch on my bra through my blouse, slip the straps down my arms and remove it, dropping it on the floor as I walk past the others to the door to the back yard. My nipples respond immediately to the cold air and the freezing water that starts to land on the blouse covering them. It only seems like seconds the grey sky has darkened further and the light rain has become a torrent my hair is sticking to my head my blouse becoming translucent quickly and then I can clearly see my nipples and start thinking about going back in. I hear a chorus of whistles and yells, followed by Junes' voice followed by more cheering and then the door opens and an almost naked Wendy comes out, shivering slightly as she steps into the cold air her toes covered by the puddle immediately next to the door. 'What happened to you?' I ask, trying not to look at her breasts, as the rain lands on them, and failing dramatically. Wendy and I are the same size and have often 'helped each other out when suddenly having a date and going straight from work. It's not the first time I have seen her breasts but it is the first time in a while. 'They've changed the rules slightly, it's double forfeits and I chose 'forfeit' and was given 'taking off my shoes and trousers to show them 'those lovely long legs they didn't get to see all of in the summer' and 'let Steve run his hands up them.' 'He was like a dog on heat when he saw my thong and I think it must have been his almost ultimate fantasy come true. Unfortunately he 'forgot where to stop' and I trapped his hand, he complained and 'the bitch' called another immediate forfeit against me. I objected but……..' 'Walk out in to the rain?' I suggest. 'Almost,' she replies. 'Allow Steve to take off my jumper and bra off then join you standing in the rain in my thong underwear until it's so wet it starts to fall down my legs. So he pulls my jumper off and then releases my bra catch and pushes the straps off my shoulders from behind, you must have heard the cheers as my tits came into view.' I decide that perhaps brief hug of solidarity would help and undo my wet blouse before putting my arms round her and give her a quick hug, feeling her tits against mine. I break the hug and telling it won't take long I go back inside. I enter the office to find June happily letting the guys run their hands over her naked body and I'm surprised that she hasn't got somebody fucking her as yet. 'Ah Alice, nice wet blouse I'm sure the guys appreciate your wet tits' she says. 'Hey guys, Alice is back, you can play with her now; by the way Alice it's your turn and its doubles now; truth or forfeit?' she says. What the hell, 'Forfeit.' 'Take off your blouse, skirt and all underwear, then let Bob touch you as he pleases,' she announces quickly, obviously having waited long to give this forfeit out. I strip off my wet blouse and Bob interrupts me moving onto my skirt by running his hands over my breasts. He offers to help me remove my skirt but I prefer him to watch and tell him so. I take off my skirt and turn away from Bobs' eyes taking the opportunity to slip my fingers under my panties and touch myself. I can't believe how wet I am, I almost linger too long and then slide the panties down my legs bending as I do so and giving Bob a view of my arse and cunt. I stand as he comes over to me and I'll say this for him, he is direct, his hand is straight onto my cunt, a finger pushed between my lips, he turns me to face the rest of the group and the outer door. 'Look everyone' he says removing his hand, 'shaved, wet…' he puts his finger to his mouth, '…..a very wet pussy!' The door opens and Wendy comes back into the room. Holding her g-string in front of her she shouts out 'forfeit' and drops the soaked g-string. Her pussy is bald and I wonder how long she's been shaving and then realise from the look on her face that she has just discovered that I shave too. I decide that before this can go any further I should point out the time but I am shouted down as 'there are still forfeits to pay.' 'I don't know about you,' Wendy says looking at me, 'but I've a mind to pay all my forfeits and get this over with, it is so obvious where it's going and what's coming next.' 'Are you sure?' I ask. 'Yes' 'Wendy and I have agreed to pay any outstanding forfeits.' I announce. Bob reads the list out loud. 'French kiss Wendy, go down on Wendy, let Wendy go down on you, suck cock, suck two cocks, be fucked anyway or with anything anyone chooses, do all that is demanded as instructed and finally sign the form; but that's at the end.' There isn't any difference between either list, except the names are swapped. I see Wendy's eyes begin to fill as she realises she will have to go way beyond what she thought was coming, I cross the room as she starts to say something but I kiss her and the sound is muffled as understanding looms and I feel her tongue push its way into my mouth. I stroke her body as we kiss feeling her hands doing the same to me as our mouths deepen in the kiss and I feel her getting harder to me in her responses, then she is gone, down to my breasts, licking, flicking, biting gently then harder but not pulling, more kisses across my stomach and her mouth is blowing hot air on my cunt. 'Sit' she says pointing at the desk she uses and I do, opening my legs to accommodate her head and that wonderful tongue, playing over my clit, her fingers probing into my puss. I turn to my left as Steve climbs up, his erect cock ready for sucking pushes against my lips. I take him in my mouth. I put up a hand so that he doesn't gag me, but he knocks my hand away tells me not to touch his cock and begins to fuck my mouth hard, in moments he has cum and I swallow as much as I can but some runs out and almost as though telegraphed Wendy looks up sees the cum on my breast and stretches up to lick it off. 'Wendy change places with Alice before she comes.' June's voice is clear through the haze of sex that is enveloping me and Wendy and we do so. Its' not the first time I have been near another woman but a little while and I think how Wendy licked me, wondering where she learned to do it so well, as I try to do the same to her; playing my tongue over her clit, smelling her musky scent. I push a finger into her and then a second as I find that she is soaking, I move my tongue to her cunt but she pushes my head away and changes her position slightly, from sitting to lying back across the desk. I lick the juice from my fingers as she moves round enjoying her young taste then put my hands on her thighs pushing her legs wider to take my first taste from her body directly and wonder if I tasted as beautiful to her. I open her lips with my fingers and plunge my mouth against her, inserting my tongue deeply as I try to get every last drop. Wendy moves her legs wider to accommodate my mouth and I feel her moving on the desk as I lick her. In the distance I hear John yelling 'look at those two bitches go, you'd think they do this every day' and Junes reply of 'maybe they do, who fancies filling an arse?' From behind I feel hands on my arse, my buttocks are parted and someone's fingers enter my cunt and then start to runs juices from my cunt over my arse and gently rubbed round my arsehole. I feel a cock slide into my cunt and begin to fuck me, as a finger pushes against my arse hole. I wait and then feel the tip of the finger enter my arse pushing against my normal action opening me until the cock is withdrawn and I feel the tip against my hole. I look over Wendy's body and see June sucking on her tits kneading them as she does so, Bob is at Wendy's mouth, Steve is stroking himself slowly watching June and I know its John in my arse and relax a little, as I do his cock pushes through my hole and his rhythm starts, I join him matching my eating of Wendy's pussy with his strokes and flicking at her clit with my fingers on every other down stroke. From the desk comes the sound of moaning and I know Wendy is on her way as her cunt starts to jump around as I try to stay with her but it's a little difficult with John humping me quicker on every push, suddenly there is a moment of madness as she moves violently and then my mouth is filled with her cum as her orgasm shakes her and she slightly deflates. In my arse it was too much for John and I hear him groan as his cock releases into me. Bob lies down beside me and June sits on his face, facing towards his cock. June points at Bobs cock and tells me that it is time that I took his cock in me. I am pulled away from Wendy's cunt still leaking cunt and as I straddle Bob, June guides his cock into my cunt. She pulls me to her and kisses me violently, her mouth rough, her teeth clashing against me. She stands and pushes my head towards Bob's face and I smell her cunt juice on his mouth, it doesn't attract me like Wendy's and I try to pull away but June sits astride my head and forces me down. His mouth is on mine and his tongue fills me as June rubs her wet cunt up and down my hair, until she stops, moans and I feel something drip down my back as she cums in my hair. I hear June's voice 'Wendy, come here and lie down. You know Alice's secrets better than anyone, make her cum, make her cum lots………' From the corner of my eye I watch Wendy lie down on the floor next to Bob, feet appear either side of Bobs head and my head is lifted to receive Johns cock. I become aware there are feet behind me as my arse is opened again and a cock is pushed into me. Wendy's hands reach for my nipples and as she begins to yank on them I hear her say 'sorry' and then she pulls my nipple out as far as she can and bites, I move rapidly, as the pain shoots through my nipple only to realise that on other side June has joined in, biting harder …… I cross the line, Wendy knows this will work from many conversations we've had, and I change from 'woman in need of fucking' to 'woman in need of extreme animal satisfaction with loud vocalisation.' 'Oh fuck me, come on you bastards Harder; there's three of you….. I said HARDER! HARDER! Fuck me, fuck my arse, fuck my cunt, fill my mouth,' I wank John's cock with an attack that borders on vicious but I no longer care…… I look at the two women ordering them to abuse my breasts, to stretch my nipples, 'yes, yes, bite me,' my breath getting shorter with the physical effort, 'b…b…bite me bitches,' June obliges me but Wendy disappoints and I know for us to escape the game I need her to yank my most sensitive nipple and bite hard. I look at her face and see her cower as my hand rises above her body. John pushes my other hand off his cock as I drop my raised hand onto Wendy's tit, SMACK! SMACK! Not once, nor twice but five smacks left glowing marks on her tit her nipple extended by each blow as I pulled whilst raising my hand back into the air and each time I did she bit me harder, but not enough….. I watched her body move on the floor and she looked down and I tried to see what she wanted then her legs parted and I knew…… I reached and launched, CRACK! Wendy jerked as my hand landed with all the force I could muster on her cunt, managing briefly to hook a finger into her and then drop her as Junes grip on my breast bit firmly. Bob moaned, 'I can't hold on…..' I heard John gasp 'yes now, Alice yyyyoooo your mouth!' I grabbed one of June's nipples in one hand, the reddened nipple of Wendy in the other and yanked……… I see Bobs eyes shut and feel him fill my cunt, as I look up and open my mouth for John to spray his seed into but Steve has the glory of cumming in my ass at the same moment as I explode thanks to the two women who pull my breasts out and bite my nipples so hard I cum in orgasmic ecstasy. One is the office bitch I hate knowing my secret but need so much at this second and the other is Wendy the temp, my eighteen year old, big breasted, totally shaven, pain loving, sweet tasting cum slut……… Daughter. The End Office Party The party was almost too much for Maggie to believe. She'd fantasized such a gathering many times but never expected it to come to pass. After her husband left each of her four friends, whom she had met at the office, had become intimate with her on an individual basis. Tony was the first who, when her husband had left her for another woman, consoled her. She was hurting, doubted her allure as a female, and it was easy for Tony to coax her into kissing, caressing (letting him finger-fuck her) and sucking his cock in the car...the first time she had ever tasted a man's cum—and she liked it. Her husband, Peter, was prudish about his ejaculations, always pulling his cock out of her mouth, telling her it was right to cum only inside her pussy. Once, when she'd persisted on sucking him to ejaculation he pushed her away in time to spurt on her face, then took her into the bathroom, made her look into the mirror and called her a slut. When Tony came in her mouth that day her excitement was so great that she experienced an intense orgasm. It embarrassed her when she left a puddle on the car's leather seat, but Tony made her feel better, and wanting him more, when he licked the puddle, then kissed her. After thinking about it that night the guilt she felt about sucking Tony's cock turned to wonder, then intense desire, which caused her to masturbate so many times that her clitoris was sore the next morning. That day she coaxed Tony back into a dark recess of the warehouse and sucked him off again. Sucking his cock and having his cum spurt into her mouth fed an intense need for oral gratification that had become an increasing obsession over the 7 1/2 years of her marriage. She was like a person who traveled the desert in search of water. Her mirage was the expanse of her husbands cock, spurting its white liquid on her swollen tongue. Maggie, hurt that her husband had left her for another woman, was starved for affection. She needed to experience a man in everyway possible and Tony, who wasn't married, accommodated her by spending every night of the next week at her apartment. She loved the taste of his cum...loved it when he spurted over her face, going into the bathroom to admire what she considered the 'beauty' of it, licking off as much as she could with her tongue and then wiping the rest with her fingers and hand, which she licked dry. She vowed that, having denied herself true sexual satisfaction through her previous devotion and intense loyalty to her husband, she was going to fuck her brains out, and wanted to experience a new man, maybe even new men as often as she could. When Tony realized that Maggie was too much for him alone he spread the word to his friends: Nick, Sean and Kevin. She had lunch with each of them, each time going to the same dark restaurant, sitting beside her new date in the same booth, with their backs to the restaurant. Not waiting for them to make the advance, she placed her hand on a knee, caressing up to the engorged cock. On the way back to the office, while her new friend drove, she gobbled his hard cock into sticky limpness. After a while, Nick, Sean and Tony took turns spending nights with her. Kevin, who was married, used the excuse of his Saturday morning run to make his way to her apartment, which was less than half a mile from his house. To Maggie, because of the time constraints, his was the least satisfying sex of the four friends, but she loved adding his cum to her protein load. His cock was the largest of the four though, and the way it stretched her vaginal ring when he fucked her was a new and wonderful experience for her. One night they all stopped for a drink. Maggie's appetite for sex and the rampant horniness of them all led to a discussion of a gangbang. It was Kevin who put forth the idea. His wife had just left with the children to visit relatives in Florida. He proposed that they all come over to his house on Saturday night. The guys thought it was cool. Maggie didn't flinch, just smiled, squeezed her legs against her pussy lips—compressing her clitoris—and experiencing a mini-orgasm. They all went to dinner early Saturday evening. As intimate as they had all become, the conversation was sparse. None of the five had ever experienced any kind of group sex before. They were nervous, like kids at their first birthday party, anticipating spin the bottle, each was anxious to get through dinner so they could go to Kevin's house. The basement recreation room was already set up for the party. Kevin helped Maggie off with her coat, then poured drinks, holding up his glass and saying, "To our first." They all held their glasses high and echoed, "To our first. "It didn't take long for things to warm up and soon they were all laughing. Maggie brought them all to laughter when she said, "What are we waiting for. I'm so horny I could fuck those bananas. Tony took the lead and unbuttoned Maggie's dress, placing his hand on her breast and caressing it. Nick looked at her petite breasts, leaned down, and tickled her left breast with his beard, then kissed it. Tony pulled her on her feet, kissed her, massaging her breast while Kevin pushed his head between Tony's legs, pulled her panties down and, with Nick, began playing with her pussy. Maggie was all aquiver, and experienced a mini-orgasm that caused her entire body to shudder like she had a chill. For Maggie the experience was so deliciously wicked that she laughed and blurted out, "Fuck you Peter, and your piss poor sexual attitude!" which brought uproarious laughter from the male participants. She wished her ex-husband could see her now. The four men stripped her; spread her legs and lifted into the air. She felt weightless as she smiled at Nick, who was spreading her pussy, and tickling her excited clitoris, while Kevin and Sean looked on. Maggie came again, gushing wetness on Nick's fingers, which he held to her mouth and let her suck. They carried her up to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and while Tony leaned down, kissing her and fingering her pussy, the three friends quickly stripped. Maggie was in heaven. While Tony kissed her passionately and rubbed her clitoris to another orgasm, she watched the three others, who were acting like teenagers, become naked to their skivvies. They laughed about who was going to eat her pussy first. Tony was still dressed, attending to her excited breasts circling them, pressing them, while manipulating her sensitive clitoris. She had had the fantasy more than once, but never really thought it would come true. But here she was, drifting on an ecstatic cloud, one man kissing her, while stroking himself, one man licking her clitoris, his beard tickling her puffy labia, and one man licking her anus. She twitched and bucked into another orgasm. Her husband Peter never produced more than one, if that, and tonight she had already experienced four. Maggie had the need to feel her pussy stretched. "Fuck me Kevin," she said, and commanded him to lie on his back on the bed, while she straddled him. She settled her sopping pussy on his tapered head and lowered herself, feeling his expanse opening her, stretching her ring. She bit her lip and took more of him inside, feeling him fill her as she impaled herself on his huge shaft. Tony stood beside her on the bed balancing with one hand Maggie's shoulder. He began caressing her breast and she took his cock in her hand, stroking him to ecstasy. With Kevin's hands on her hips she wrapped her arm around Tony's leg and stroked him while riding the delicious carousel of Kevin's cock She was in heaven, and to add to it Nick kneeled next to her head and offered his uncircumcised cock. She remembered the first time she had it in her mouth (in the car on the way back from lunch), and how wild it was to slide her tongue between his foreskin and his head, and how, when he came, she had an orgasm caused by the new and exciting feeling of licking cum out of his fold. God, she thought, here I am with three guys, a cock in my pussy, a cock in my mouth and a cock in my hand. The feeling was so overwhelming she came again, bucking against Sean, her ejaculate sagging down his balls. "Fuck me like Peter did," she commanded Kevin. So using his shoulders as levers against her legs he fucked her fast and slappy, causing her to cum again. While Kevin was fucking her Tony held his cock in his hand and she took it into her mouth. Kevin wanted to fuck her doggie style, so he pulled out and she rolled over. This made it easier for her to suck Tony's cock while she caressed his balls. Kevin rolled Maggie on her side, fucked her and caressed her breast as she continued to suck and jerk Tony's cock, taking it out of her mouth from time to time to admire the saliva coated head, and the vision of his loose skin sliding over his hardness. After experiencing another hard orgasm Maggie yearned to taste Kevins cock, with her scent and wetness all over it. So Kevin laid down on the bed, Maggie reversed her position, lowered her pussy to Kevin's outstretched tongue and lavished in the feeling of such unbridled sex. The ecstasy of going 69 with Kevin, his mouth covering her pussy, his tongue flapping wildly over her clit, his cock in her mouth, their hot skin melting together was driving her close to another orgasm. One cock in her mouth, with another in her hand, she was sucking, slobbering, humming muffled screams. She barely heard Kevin say from behind, "Go for it Nick." His mouth came away and she felt the head of Nick's cock opening her. She pushed back hard taking all of him inside, and sucked Kevin faster and more sloppily, while jerking Tony slap, slap, slapping his abdomen with her fist. Bucking back and forth on Nick's cock, she wondered what Kevin was doing with Nicks balls raking back and forth over his face. I hope he's licking his balls, she thought before letting out the impassioned scream of her next orgasm. Her husband had never caused orgasms, always putting his cock in long before she was ready, and cumming within a few strokes. The only orgasms she had before were caused by her own masturbations. She never experienced getting really wet until she sucked Tony's cock in the car the first time. When she left the puddle on his car seat, she thought she had peed her pants, but she had actually squirted. Tonight she had squirted a little, but now she felt a gush that leaked past the seal of Nick's cock in her pussy. She heard Kevin say, "Yum," his face still beneath Nick's balls and her cunt, and heard his lips smacking. But Nick didn't stop fucking her. His cock was making a noise that sounded like, "futch, futch, futch," something else new. She wondered if she would ever cum again, and wanted to stop, but didn't want to stop. Like a glutton at a wedding feast she needed more. She sucked one cock, and then gobbled two, while Nick kept fucking her from behind. I'm a slut alright Peter, she thought, you asshole. She heard Nick yell, "God!" and felt the warmth of his cum coating the inside of her vagina. He pumped a few more times then pulled out. She was disappointed, but forgot about Sean, who had been watching the whole scene, masturbating. He was there right behind Nick, and she felt his bulk slide in easily, and make slurpy, bubbly, "futching" sounds. She couldn't believe how wonderful her vagina felt, after already having three cocks fucking it. She had experienced each of those cocks singly before, but to have three cocks fucking her in the same night gave her a tremendous rush. She had wondered if she would ever cum again, and received the answer with another gushing orgasm that caused her to shriek, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She heard Sean cry out "Jesus, I'm gonna cum! But I want to see your face." So he pulled out, turned her over, raised her legs, and watched her face as he jerked himself off, shooting his cum over her pussy and anus. She was wet, wet from her own perspiration and the perspiration of her friends. She was sticky from their cum, smelled like sex (the combination of all their juices), and was not prepared for what happened next. She watched Sean move away, and Kevin stand in his place, bending down as his face moved toward her pussy. Her eyes were wide as she saw the top of his head and felt his tongue licking her anus through Sean's cum, lapping the cum in the groove of her pussy, pressing his lips against her labia and blowing, filling her with air, then sucking out, collapsing her walls and expelling all of the cum into his mouth. With his mouth full of the mixture of Nick and Sean's cum he brought himself to her mouth, kissed her and, like a syringe, pumped the contents into her mouth. She didn't have the energy for a big orgasm, but she came, just the same, her body twitching, her vaginal ring pursing. As was only fitting, Tony gave her the last tribute. He was the man who comforted her when she was low, the first man who's cum she had tasted, the first man who had ever eaten her pussy, the first man who had brought her to orgasm, and then many more. He realized that she was almost exhausted, but sensing she wanted it, offered his cock to her mouth. She sucked it, licked the underside in a loving manner, and licked the precum from his slit. She remembered how her husband had castigated her and called her a slut that night when he came on her face. She knew that many would consider her a slut for being gangbanged, but they would never know how lovingly she had been treated by her friends. No-one called her nasty names, or treated her in anything but a comforting way on this night. She had lusted for the experience since their initial conversation, and loved what had happened, having orgasm after orgasm, until she could have no more, until she was so exhausted that she wanted to fall onto the bed and sleep. But more than that, she wanted Tony to cum on her face and call her 'beautiful.' "Cum on my face Tony—please?" she begged. Tony had heard the story and had felt contempt for her husband. He thought he knew what she wanted and stroked his cock until his balls were tight. As his sperm spurted on Maggie's face he came with a satisfied, "Ahh," and then said,"Beautiful." She looked up into his face with tears welling her eyes, his white cum decorating her own face and heard him say, "You're beautiful Maggie." She slumped to the bed and Tony kneeled and, with his fingertips, massaged the white aloe of his sex until it had disappeared into her pores. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her chin and her incredibly softened lips. He knew she had a wonderful time, and was going to make sure that she would feel good about the experience. He was going to ask her to move in with him, and if she wanted to have sex with his friends he would allow it. He knew that she was now his woman. He crawled into the bed next to her, put his arm under her neck and kissed and nuzzled her. "Goodnight fellas," he said. They gathered around, each kissing Maggie goodnight and telling her that she was beautiful, words she couldn't hear. Kevin was the last to leave the room. He paused by the door, said, "Wonderful, thanks for including me Tony," then turned out the light and shut the door. Tony couldn't believe his good fortune. He had spent the night with his best friends in an incredible adventure. As he nuzzled the sleeping woman beside him his eyes became heavy. His free hand wandered down between Maggie's legs, which opened slightly, automatically, letting his hand in. His fingers tested the slipperiness of the cum that had remained and he coated it on her clitoris ever so gently. She moaned, and he knew that his touch was confirmation to this sleeping woman. He kissed her again, feeling the confirmation of her body, knowing that, as soon as her divorce was final, she was going to be his wife. Office Party Adventures My taste for offices as venues for fun began a while ago. 1978 in fact. I was young, working in a bank in central London, and it was the Christmas party. And I'd just begun seeing the sexiest woman in the office. Maria was eighteen, one year younger than me, Spanish, and unbearably sexy. Long legged, with raven-esque black hair and a smile that could stop the traffic on Oxford Street. It wasn't the ideal relationship. She lived at home in Edgware. I shared a flat in a block in Notting Hill. Her parents were strict, and unforgiving. My flatmates were uncouth, and unwelcoming. We found it hard to make space to be ourselves. Not that we didn't try. We had a good social life. We went to gigs, to clubs, to the cinemas. We spent hours in each other's company on Oxford Street, or in Kensington, looking at consumer goods our meagre salaries couldn't even approach. We weren't naïve. We'd had sex in various places; Kensington Gardens, at night. On a slam door train returning from a stilted dinner party with the branch accountant and his wife at their home in Beckenham. Most adventurous, in the toilets of a cinema in Hendon. Each time I'd felt as if I were pushing her, cajoling her to go to the limits of her morals. Not that she objected that strongly, but I wasn't sure if she was giving in because she wanted to, or because she cared enough for me to go further than she might otherwise go. The Christmas party. Drinks in the pub across the road at lunchtime, then, after the branch closed, drinks in the staff room in the basement. Colleagues milling round laughing, drinking warm beer or sweet German wine and babbling about where they were spending the holidays. Maria, leaning on my arm, telling people she'd miss me while I stayed with my parents till the new year. There was a certain amount of pairing off happening. Annie, the secretary, was rumoured to be in the stationery cupboard with the securities clerk. I was interested in where people might have gone because I wanted Maria. I'd wanted her all day; she'd come to work, as often, in a barely acceptable outfit of short fitted black skirt, thick black tights and a thin woollen turtle necked jumper. By the time the party started she'd swapped the woollen tights for fishnet stockings that I'd bought for her at a small shop in Kensington Church Street. Her flat loafers had gone to be replaced by black stiletto heeled pointy toed shoes that she'd found on Camden Market one Sunday morning. She called it her post punk look; according to her 1978 was the year punk died and 1979 would see more glamorous women like her making a comeback. I didn't care as long as she made her comeback with me. When she dressed like that she radiated sexiness to me; desire was the only word in my vocabulary to describe how I felt about her.. But the stationery cupboard, much fabled centre of Christmas party liaisons, was locked. Perhaps it was true about Annie. Paul, the standing orders clerk, was being sick in the men's toilet, and the women's toilet was a temporary conversation venue as the record player in the staff room was turned up too loud for the taste of some. I wasn't that easily put off. I had plenty of incentives. Maria was quite eager for some privacy too. She didn't protest, or even blush, when I ushered her into the manager's office. The vertical blinds were turned to block the window, the door into the banking hall closed. There was just enough light filtering through the blinds to make it possible to see each other as we started to kiss. She was, in my opinion then, the best kisser ever. Tentative, gentle, her mouth only gradually opening to admit my tongue, her arms tightening around me as she did so. Then the more intense kissing, my hand under her sweater at her waist, resting on warm skin, her groin pushing back at me as I tried to use my pelvis to make clear how hard she made me. It didn't take long for her to allow me to push her back against the desk, then lift her slightly so that her bottom was resting on the edge of the desk. Once she was there it was easy to stand between her legs, to persuade her skirt to rise up to allow me access to her pussy. Easy too to pull her panties aside, to stroke her clit with my finger, even to plant a kiss there in defiance of her embarrassment. We'd talked about it, her shyness at being licked compared to her willingness to take me in her mouth. I thought it was a kind of alternative contraception on her part, keeping me away from her pussy and temptation. She said she just enjoyed it... Bending over her on the desk, kissing her, feeling her groin rise up to meet mine, I realised with joy that was all the more delightful for being unexpected that this was a night when sex was more than just a blowjob. I had condoms with me; what wise 19 year old didn't? The process of getting her panties off and a condom on seemed to be one long fumble on my part, but it happened, and suddenly I was nudging my rubber clad erection against her pussy. I had to put my hands under her buttocks and lift her up slightly to get myself into her, shushing her as she moaned at the pressure from me. I waited before thrusting too hard; I remembered only too well that she'd complained previously at my being too urgent. So I waited; I pushed her jumper up, and freed her breasts from the cotton and lace cups of her bra. I'd been fascinated by her nipples the first time I'd seen them, brown thimbles that responded to every touch of finger or tongue. Now I made a meal of them, nibbling and pulling at them, amazed still at how the skin of her breast stretched with them until she groaned and dragged my head back down to her ribs again.. It was while I was bent forward, head at her breast, making exploratory movements of my groin to rock my erection inside her, that he came into the room. The branch manager, Mr Lavender. Not a man given to shows of emotion; he cultivated a fair but distant approach to young staff; you might not speak to him from one three monthly appraisal to the next. But he was standing there, his back to his office door, watching me make love to my girlfriend on his desk. Shit. Maria had her eyes closed, She did that, when we made love. She'd close her eyes, and wrap herself all the more tightly around me with her legs and arms. She was doing it now, and I could feel my cock forcing its way into her pussy as she gripped me with her thighs. And all the time my eyes were locked on Mr Lavender's. He in turn was looking from me to Maria. I'd tried to disengage when I first saw him, and had left her breasts on show. I was expecting him to be angry, but he was staring at her breasts, then at her thighs, then at her breasts again. He didn't move, but he seemed with the intensity of his gaze to be urging me to carry on, so, tentatively, I did. I was embarassed. No surprise in that. I was scared too. Scared of what Mr Lavender would say, initially, then scared of what Maria would say if she found out I'd let him watch. Once Mr Lavender started to rub himself, his hand hovering over his groin, I knew we had not a lot to fear there. But Maria? Maria I was worried about. It was wonderful sex we were having, with her rising to meet me as I pushed into her, and the elastic responses of her internal muscles massaging and holding my erection each time I moved. But if she opened her eyes? I had an idea I could make it alright if only she came, if only she was so excited she closed her eyes even tighter. I pushed deeper into her, hooked my arms under her knees and brought her legs upwards, bending her so her pelvis was inclined to make more room for me. She looked fantastic, her hair spread round her head, eyes screwed up into tight twists of lines and eyelashes, her mouth open as she panted for breath. It couldn't last of course, and didn't. She gave a preliminary shudder, shook, and had a small orgasm. I had to stop moving as her pussy spasmed around me. Her eyes opened to their normal size as she looked up at me, and then widened. I followed her eyes. Mr Lavender wasn't just watching. He had his cock out, was stroking its erectness. Time never truly stands still, but the pause until he spoke was significant. "Does she suck cock?" Not will she, or would she, but does she. She did. She'd sucked mine in a bus shelter, on the back seat of a bus and at the back of a local sports ground. But always when we thought we couldn't be seen. Always after I'd persuaded her that it was ok. And now she was half naked, my erection resting inside her as Mr Lavender bore down on her, his erection bobbing as he walked. He didn't seek out her mouth straight away. He pulled Maria's jumper over her head, unfastened her bra, and busied himself with her breasts. He pulled at her nipples, harder than I would have done, turning them in his fingers. I started to fuck her again, and was surprised by how much she gave herself up. No resistance, no efforts to persuade me to stop, her legs as wide as I wanted. She made a little moan as Lavender pulled at her tits again, and took his cock in her hand, as if she could placate him. It worked for a moment, as she bent her head sideways and managed to get her tongue and lips to the exposed end of his cock, but it was an awkward twisted position. So he moved to sit on the leather sofa, and beckoned Maria over. She knew what to do. Instinct, experience eor fantasy fulfilled, I didn't know. She knelt in front of him and started to suck him, her hands caressing and directing his hardon to her mouth. I knelt behind her, rubbed my cock against her, and entered her more easily than I ever remembered. She was wetter than I could have imagined. Mr Lavender was vocal, more vocal than I would have dared. 'Fuck her, she wants it. You love cock don't you Maria...' She didn't answer, but she didn't protest either. I put my hands on her hips to pull her onto my cock, banging at her; each time her head moved away he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth back onto his erection. Each action provoked a gasp from her. She muttered that she was coming, not once, or twice, but every time she rocked back and fore. It felt like her pussy was convulsing, febrile jerks from her muscles that battered me inside her. I couldn't last long, and neither did he. Tears prickled at my eyes with the intensity of my come spurting inside the condom. I panted and gasped, and tried not to be dislodged. Mr Lavender was more callous. He'd probably seen more porn movies than me back then. He pulled her head back by the hair, held his cock against her cheek, and allowed his come to spurt over her face. He wanted us to go to a hotel with him. Maria declined; she couldn't explain to her parents. I travelled on the Northern Line to Edgware with her, not wanting her to think I'd abandoned her. While we travelled, in one end of an empty carriage, she changed from her stockings back to tights, replaced her makeup, put her loafers back on. On the station, before I crossed the platform back to the southbound side she kissed me full on the mouth. I put my mouth by her ear to whisper a seasonal message, and she hissed at me. "If you want to stay my boyfriend, make sure I get fucked like that regularly." She squeezed my instantaneous hardon with her hand, smiled at me, and was gone. I only had my imagination for company on the journey back down the Northern Line; it was very good company.