0 comments/ 19216 views/ 9 favorites Hidden Pleasures By: 1seeyou69 Jennifer flopped down in one of the overstuffed arm chairs near the fire place. She put her feet up on a stool and wrapped the white terry cloth robe tighter, snuggling into the soft fabric and took a sip of a wonderful red wine, compliments of her employer. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting out a long sigh. Rain softly drummed against the windows and the sounds of traffic drifted up to her faintly. The transatlantic flight and several hours of meetings had worn her out. All she wanted to do was rest. Jennifer had worked at the company for nearly two years and was a rising star. At the age of 28 she had brokered more important deals than people twice her age. Her employer valued her hard work and had flown her to Paris to assist in closing some important real estate deals. Everything had gone smoothly but she'd been awake for nearly thirty hours. After the meeting earlier today, she had overheard two people talking about some sort of party tonight, but she didn't know anymore than that. She hadn't really paid much attention since she was too tired anyway. Jet lag was catching up with her now and she desperately needed some sleep. A knock on the door startled her and she jumped to her feet. Who could that be? she thought. Jennifer went to the door, placing her hand on the handle, but didn't open it. "Who is it?" she asked. "Housekeeping," a woman's voice replied, a strong French accent in her voice. "I have a package for a Miss Jennifer Fielding." Jennifer looked through the peephole and saw a woman in front of her door but the distorted view of her face was about all she could make out. Jennifer opened the door and was greeted by one of the hotel maids. She was petit, with short dark hair, probably in her mid thirties. She had a warm smile. In her hands was an enormous box, probably three feet square. "This was left for you at the front desk," the woman said. "Are you sure you have the right room?" Jennifer asked. "Oui Mademoiselle, room 415. It says so on the card." Jennifer open the card that was attached to the top of the box. There was only one line written on the card in a crisp, neat handwriting that she didn't recognize. 'Nine O'clock' was all it said. She turned the card over to see the logo of the company she worked for, nothing else. "There is no name here, do you know who it's from?" "No, I'm sorry I don't Mademoiselle. It was delivered by courier. That is all I know." Jennifer took the box and laid it on the bed, then grabbed her purse and handed the maid a twenty dollar bill. "I'm sorry, I haven't changed any money yet, I hope this is all right." "Oui Mademoiselle, merci," she said as she turned to leave. Jennifer closed the door and returned to the bed to inspect the package. She flipped open the lid of the box to reveal a beautiful red sleeveless designer dress. Who ever sent this, they had good taste. She checked the tag, it was her size. Lifting the dress and laying it on the bed she turned back to the box. Inside was a pair of stylish black shoes - also her size - with heels so high she was unsure whether she could walk in them without breaking an ankle. There was a bustier trimmed in lace, a garter belt and seamed stockings, all black. Strangely there were no panties included. She chuckled to herself. Someone was clearing sending a message. But who? Was it someone she knew, someone she worked with? Maybe. But why? Although the dress was amazing, Jennifer decided she wasn't up for a night on the town, especially with no panties. She could always say she wasn't feeling well. Folding the dress, she put everything neatly back in the box. Jennifer closed the lid but paused for a moment before she turned away to run a bath. It really is a beautiful dress, she thought. As the tub was filling she poured herself another glass of wine and pulled her long dark hair up into a ponytail. Untying her robe she hung it on the back of the door and stood on the cool tile floor of the bathroom, sipping her drink and studying her reflection while she waited. She turned, looking at herself from different angles, happy with what she saw. Jennifer took care of herself and it showed. Her gaze traveled from her long legs past the soft triangle of hair on her mound, over her flat stomach, to her smallish but round breasts. Jennifer's hand traveled across her belly to cupped her right breast. Her nipples hardened slightly at the touch and she pinched one between her finger and thumb, pulling it away from her body. She took another drink and set the glass on the countertop. Jennifer pinched her other nipple, twisting and rolling them both now, her eyes fixed on her reflection. She squeezed hard, which sent a shock straight between her legs. She jerked a little from the pain but didn't let go. Her pussy tingled slightly and she trailed her fingers slowly down, both hands caressing her lips. She was extremely wet and sticky, her fingers sliding easily back and forth over the soft, supple skin. Jennifer noticed the tub was nearly full and quickly turned off the water to avoid it overflowing. She tested the water with her toe. It was hot, almost too hot to bear, but that was how she liked it. She had gotten herself rather excited so she grabbed her waterproof vibrator and sank beneath the bubbles, the heat seeping into her skin, soothing tired muscles. The tub was huge and she stretched out resting her head on a rolled up towel at one end. Relaxing, she sighed and let her hand lazily drift back between her legs, sliding over her slit, to slip into her pussy. She worked her fingers in and out, coating them with her juice, then her slick fingers travelled lower, tentatively probing her ass. Jennifer turned slightly on her side and reaching behind her, pushed her middle finger as far a she could in her ass. "Ohhh God...," she moaned. She fucked her finger slowly, moving her hips. With her free hand she managed to twist the power switch of the vibrator and lowered it into the water. She touched the buzzing tip to her pussy, teasing her sensitive clit, then pushed it deep between her lips. It wasn't long before Jennifer was furiously fucking both her holes, the vibrations arousing her pussy and ass simultaneously. This amount of stimulation soon had her thrashing around, water slopping on the floor, but she didn't care. She only had one goal; to fuck herself silly. "Ohh.. Ohh.. fuuuck," she exclaimed as she came hard, her ass twitching around her finger. Closing her eyes she let out a sigh. "Holy shit that was good," she mumbled. She took a few minutes to compose herself but the contents of the package kept returning to her thoughts. It really is a beautiful dress, she thought. Nope, no way, she was going to stay right here and relax. But she kept thinking of the note. 'Nine O'clock.' What did that mean? Was someone coming here? Was she to be somewhere? Jennifer's curiosity had always gotten the best of her and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know what this was about. All her weariness gone now, she stood up, soapy bubbles clinging to her naked body. Drying off quickly she didn't even bother with the robe and returned to the bed, staring at the box. She flipped open the lid and in that moment made her decision. Jennifer slipped into the bustier fastening the clasps in the front. It was tight, but the way it pushed her breasts up she had cleavage, something she wasn't used to seeing. She put the garter belt around her waist, then slide the toes of her left foot into one of the stockings. Pulling it up she attached the straps, doing the same with the other leg. She reached down to adjust one of the heels and ran a hand up her long leg, the silk amazingly smooth under her fingers. It gave her goose bumps. Slipping on the shoes and fastening the buckles she walked around, apprehensively testing them and found they were surprisingly comfortable. The hotel she was staying at was a magnificent building, at least two hundred years old. The room she had was lavishly furnished including a large four poster bed with side tables, a writing desk near the window and two chairs by the fireplace. There were thick oriental area rugs over the parquet wood floor, and dark velvet wallpaper. Typical old French decor. There were paintings and also several very large mirrors with ornate gilt frames. Jennifer stared at her reflection. Turning her head she could see herself in two of the mirrors at the same time. Damn, she thought, this looks fantastic. She turned so she could check the seams on her stockings. A little adjusting and she was satisfied. Jennifer's gaze traveled to her ass. She loved its perfect round shape. Her posture in the high heels seemed to accentuate it somehow. Running her hand over her left cheek she squeezed, then slapped her ass, the sound echoing off the walls of the large room. It stung a little but after a second, she did it again. She spread her feet apart and bent at the waist to grab a hold of the thick wood post at the corner of the bed. Looking at her profile in the mirror her mind flashed to Will, a co-worker of hers. Jennifer pictured him behind her, his left hand on her hip, the other gripping a handful of her hair as he thrust into her. She wasn't quite sure why he had popped into her thoughts and it surprised her. William "Will" Davis had flown with her to assist with the deal they had been working on for the last few months. Jennifer didn't really know much about his private life. They worked together at the office but didn't socialize outside of work. Will was average looking. Actually everything about him seemed average. Height, weight, hair colour, like millions of other men his age. The only thing that stood out about him was the colour of his eyes; they were almost gold. He was very professional at work but didn't stand out. He wore off the rack suits that always seemed a bit crumpled. Will was nice, just not the man of your dreams material. Jennifer remembered something she heard at work a few months ago. Like any workplace, her office had the gossipers and there was a story circulating about Will. He liked to use the company's fitness room early each day and after his workout he would shower and be in his office before most everyone else arrived for the day. One morning he was running a bit late and another man from the office saw him coming from the shower. Apparently, Will Davis was hung like a horse. It didn't take long for the word to spread amongst the busy bodies. She wasn't sure if that was why he entered her thoughts but it was a good reason. Jennifer slapped her ass again, savouring the sting. The pain aroused her, stirring something deep within her. Next, she gave her pussy a gentle smack, rubbed it, then hit it a second time with more force, the blow landing squarely on her clit. A shock went through her, her whole body tingling. Jennifer looked down at her fingers as she moved her hand away, they were sticky and shiny in the light from the fire. She couldn't believe she was still so wet. Her hand drifted back over her mound. One finger pressed between her lips, penetrating easily. A second and third joined the first, sliding in and out, pushing deep. Her thumb rubbed circles over her clit while she fucked her thrusting fingers, moaning softly. She could feel her second orgasm slowly building. Her fingers would get her off eventually but her cunt needed to be filled. Unfortunately, her 'toy box' was in the bathroom. If she took a break to retrieve it she'd loose the moment. Searching around she spotted a hairbrush she had left on the bed earlier. It had a nice thick handle, perfect for what she needed. Grasping the brush by the bristles, she reached around behind her and eased it between her wet lips. It was bigger than she expected and she caught her breath as it stretched her open, but she pushed hard, her cunt swallowing it up. Jennifer turned her head towards the mirror to watch as she fucked the brush. She worked it slowly at first, taking it almost out, then thrusting back in, the rubber grip slick with her juice. She pulled the brush out and drummed her clit with the handle, the light tapping driving her crazy. She pushed the brush back in, feeling the texture of the rubber grip as it slid past her lips. It wasn't long before she picked up the pace. She closed her eyes, thrusting the handle deep into her pussy, while her hips rocked, intensifying the pleasure. She pictured Will again and called out his name. "That's it Will, fuck me. Ohhh yess, fuck me hard!" Faster and faster, she was breathing quick now. Her knuckles white where she gripped the bedpost. She was close, only a little more. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" she shouted. A few quick strokes and she plunged the brush to the hilt, then yanked it free. Cum squirted out, splashing her inner thighs. The orgasm racked her body and she shook, dropping the brush. Jennifer's knees were weak and she sank to the floor, panting. It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath, her pussy dripping, making a small puddle on the floor. When she could stand, Jennifer retrieved a towel from the bathroom to clean up. She pressed it against her pussy, and shivered slightly, still aroused. She stared at the spot on the floor. This was definitely a first. Her orgasm had been extremely intense. She couldn't help but think that imagining Will fucking her had been the reason. She wiped up the mess, throwing the towel with the others in a hamper. The tops of her stockings were damp but that couldn't be helped. Jennifer's fantasy had thrown off her schedule and she had to hurry if she was going to be ready on time. She quickly did her hair, deciding to let it hang loose. Bright red lipstick to match the dress put the final touches on her makeup. Stepping into the dress she pulled it up, zipping the back. She smoothed out a couple wrinkles, checking herself in the mirror. At that moment the phone rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Bonjour, this is the front desk. Your car is waiting Mademoiselle," said a man's voice. "Oh, okay thanks. I'll be right down," she replied and hung up the phone. So, this is what the note meant by nine o'clock, she thought. "Well, here we go." Giving herself a once over on the mirror she told her reflection, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," and left the room. When she exited the elevator she was greeted by a tall man in a dark suit and chauffeur's hat. He was the same driver that had picked them up at the airport when they arrived in France. "The car is this way, if you would like to follow me," he said politely. Jennifer followed him through the entrance to a black Town Car parked in front of the hotel. He held the door for her then went around and got behind the wheel. He pulled away from the curb and merged with the busy traffic. Jennifer tried to make small talk with the driver, and while polite, he wasn't overly talkative. Eventually she gave up and sat back staring out the window at the city. It had stopped raining but everything was still wet, herself included. It wasn't long before they turned off the main road. A minute later they passed through iron gates placed in a high stone wall that surrounded a large estate. Jennifer recognized it immediately as one of the properties she had helped her company with that afternoon. The car stopped at the entrance behind another vehicle. She waited for the couple ahead of them to make their way toward the house. They were both dressed very well. He wore a tuxedo, she a lovely blue dress. "Thank you," she said to the driver, who acknowledged her with a nod. Her door was opened and she was helped out of the car by a rather tall, thin man in a dark suit. One of the staff for tonight's party she guessed. Jennifer started toward the entrance, lit by bright lamps when he said "Don't forget your mask Mademoiselle." "Excuse me, my what?" "Your mask. For the party," he replied, holding a feathery mask out to her. Taking it from him she walked up the path, following the couple. At the entrance, two doormen ushered guests inside making sure they wore their masks. Jennifer played along and was greeted when she entered. She had absolutely no idea who it was she was speaking with as the woman wore a similar mask. She was young, about Jennifer's age and slightly shorter with blond hair. "Welcome," she said, "I'm glad you could make it. Please enjoy yourself." Her voice seemed familiar but Jennifer couldn't place it at the moment. The blonde showed Jennifer into an adjacent room filled with other party goers. The greeting, she discovered was a generic one as she heard the woman say the same to man that arrived just after her. Maybe she was mistaken about the voice. She was feeling a little confused and out of place, and was about to ask what was going on when someone at the end of the room asked for everyone's attention. "I would like to thank everyone for coming this evening. We have a very special night planned so please enjoy yourselves," announced a large man Jennifer would guess was in his sixties. As he said this, several women entered carrying trays filled with glasses of champagne and circulated through the guests. Jennifer's mouth hung open as she stared at the servers. The host continued to speak and people listened, but she tuned him out and just stared. It was their 'uniform', if you could call it that, that struck Jennifer. They wore high heels, stockings and a tiny apron that covered almost nothing. That was it. "Champagne?" she was offered. "Ahhh....yes thank you," she stammered, taking a glass. As the girl went passed, Jennifer saw that the server was naked under the apron, her ass swaying as she walked away. "A toast," their host was saying. "To old friends and new." The crowd toasted their host, but Jennifer ignored this and watched as one of the other guests waved a server over. As he took a glass from the tray he put his hand on the girl's bare ass. She stood there while he groped her as if this was perfectly normal. His female companion exchanged her glass while she reaching under the front of the apron. Jennifer saw her hand moving, clearly fingering the serving girl who stood like a statue. When they had had their fun they thanked her and moved on. What the hell was this? she thought. People were socializing, chatting and laughing while they sipped their champagne. No one seemed to think that mostly naked women passing out drinks was out if the ordinary. They must have attended this sort of party before. Jennifer drifted into an adjoining room. Here, in the centre of the room other women lay on tables, hors d'oeuvres covering them, their bodies like human serving trays. One had an array of cheeses fanned out across her torso, another puffed pastries. One was covered in sliced vegetables, several dips in bowls placed between her legs. Men and women caressed them, fingers brushing nipples as they filled small plates. Six men standing along the walls looking like Chippendale dancers wearing only a bow tie and cuffs, served wine. She noticed they were in various states of arousal, one of them was fully erect. A woman gripped his cock, stroking it slowly while he poured her drink, nearly making him spill. Jennifer heard the woman's friend say, "Lucy, leave the poor man alone. If you keep that up he is going to make a mess." "Fine," said Lucy, her lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. As they turned to leave she said, "I'll be back." The women walked away arm in arm, giggling. Jennifer was having second thoughts about her decision to attend this party. She could get kinky but this was getting weird. Maybe some fresh air would help. She found her way back to the entrance. There was a commotion up ahead, something was happening but she couldn't see and had to squeeze past several people. The foyer was dominated by a large marble staircase that curved up to the second floor. About a third of the way up, a man - one of the guests - lay on the stairs, his pants undone. A woman sat a step below him, leaning over, her head in his lap, sucking his cock. Hidden Pleasures Other guests were congregating to watch the show. Some just looked on while others voiced encouraging words. An Asian woman pushed gently past Jennifer walking straight for the stairs and climbed them until she was standing beside the couple. She stood there watching as the other woman continued, then in one fluid motion she straddled the man's head, lifted her skirt and lowered herself onto his face. She pressed her cunt into him, grinding into him, fucking his mouth. He reaching up to grasp her thighs, sucking and licking. A cheer arose from someone in the back. Jennifer was getting caught up in the crowd's excitement. She had to admit, as strange as this party was, it aroused something deep in her as she watched this erotic scene. She was wet again, her pussy yearning to be touched like that, and for a moment she secretly wished it was her on the stairs. Someone in the crowd was watching just as intently, his gaze in a different direction than everyone else. It was Jennifer that held his attention. He had been watching her from the moment she arrived. He was the reason she was here. As Jennifer took in the spectacle he watched as her chest rose and fell, quicker with each passing minute. So, she likes to watch, he thought. This revelation gave him an idea. He had been wondering how he would proceed with Jennifer and this was the perfect opportunity. The man moved through the spectators until his was behind her. She had been lost in her imagination, in her mind it was her on the stairs grinding on that man's mouth as others watched so she did not notice how close he had gotten. He startled her when he spoke, his warm breath in her ear. She couldn't make out what he said over the moans coming from the stairs and the onlookers. The man drifted away from her, walking down the hall to her left, away from the crowd. He turned briefly to look at her and she saw his eyes flash gold. "Will?" she called out, but he had already turned away. With a last look at the trio on the stairs she tore herself away and went after him. Jennifer pushed her way through the people, apologizing as she went, trying to keep him in sight. She caught a glimpse of him as entered an open doorway on the right, further down the hall. Hurrying after him she stepped through the entrance into an almost completely dark room. The room was black except for a spot light focused on a single leather covered chair in the centre. Music played softly from somewhere, light and hypnotic. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust and although she still couldn't see anyone clearly, she could sense them in the shadows. It was a little unnerving and she was about to turn to leave when something caught her attention. A woman walked into the circle of light from the darkness on the other side of the room and sat in the chair, lounging, her legs crossed, hands on the armrests. She was completely naked except for her mask. Her long blonde hair hung down, covering her breasts. A moment later a man entered the circle from the left, stopping at her side. He looked like one of the servers from earlier - the Chippendales. He too was naked, not even a mask. The woman turned to him, looking up at his face. She smiled at him as she reached up, cupping his balls in her right hand. With her left she grasped his semi-erect cock. She squeezed and rolled his balls gently while slowly stroking his ever growing shaft. Jennifer was torn. She didn't see Will, but he could be anywhere, if it really was him after all. Her mind told her to leave but the way her body was reacting it won out in the end. She decided to stay but didn't stray too far from the entrance. Her attention turned back to the centre of the room. The woman's hand guided his cock as she leaned forward and her lips parted taking him into her mouth. As he pushed into her, she clamped on and began to suck. He reached out, running his fingers through her hair while her head moved up and down. Another man entered the light from the right. He looked so similar to the first they could have been twins. She turned her head to the new arrival, her mouth leaving the first man. The fingers of her left hand wrapped around his cock. Now with one in each hand, she stroked them both, alternating sucking one then the other. Jennifer could hear whispers and voices murmuring their approval from the darkness at the edge of the room. A woman stepped from the shadows to Jennifer's left. She must have been another of the guests because she too wore a mask. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside as she walked into the light. She wore black stockings, stilettos and a lacy half cup bra, her erect nipples exposed. She knelt in front of the woman in the chair, reaching out to touch her. Her finger tips danced over the woman's pussy, teasing. Then she leaned in, her tongue flicking like a snake. Her lips kissing tenderly. The woman in the chair released her grip on the men and lay back as she grabbed the second woman's head in both hands forcing it hard into her crotch. Her legs swung up over the woman's back pulling her even closer. As the second woman licked and sucked, the woman in the chair resumed her own sucking. Jennifer's pussy was tingling again. She hadn't felt anyone's tongue in a long time and pictured herself in that chair. Even though she'd had two orgasms tonight, watching the display before her had her eager for another and a wicked thought came to her. If she stepped back into the darkness no one would be able see her, that way, she could touch herself and hopefully cum again. Pleased with herself for coming up with the idea, she melted into the shadows, lifting the front of her dress slightly. Her hand brushed over her mound feeling the neat patch of hair, before she slipped two fingers into her squishy cunt. "Hmmmmm." Jennifer half closed her eyes at the sheer pleasure. "Do you like what you see?" Jennifer almost jumped at the man's voice. Was it Will? He spoke so quietly she couldn't be sure. Again he had seemed to appear from nowhere. He was standing so close she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed him approach. She quickly pulled her fingers free and tried to straighten her dress. She was too stunned to speak and started to turn around but stopped when he spoke again. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you," he said softly, his mouth close to her ear. He gently pulled her hair aside, his lips brushing the back of her neck. Jennifer's knees went weak and in spite of the fact that it might be a complete stranger, she turned her head exposing more of her skin to his kiss. "Does watching excite you?" he asked. "It excites me." He slipped his hand around her, resting it on her flat stomach and leaned into her. Jennifer could feel he was hard, and pushed back against him. "Keep watching, this is going to get good." He held her close as they observed the spectacle together. The woman in the chair was moaning loudly now, squirming in her seat under the skilled tongue of her friend. The man on her left had already cum in her mouth, a little dribbling from her chin. The other man wasn't there yet, but by the look on his face he was close. Will's hand moved down over Jennifer's hip and down her leg. He slipped under the hem of her dress, his fingers gliding over the tops of her stockings and he pulled her dress up slowly. "Touch it," he said. "I know you want to." She did indeed and as her hand crept lower he said, "Tell me, are you wet?" Jennifer already knew she was and simply answered, "Yes." Her fingers slid easily over her soaked pussy and she couldn't resist pushing her finger in and wiggling it around. She moaned and pushed back against his hard cock. She pulled her finger out and placed her hand on his, pushing it down between her legs. His finger slipped in just as easily and she moved her body, fucking it slowly. Together they watched as the second man came over the woman's chest, but she didn't notice as she was caught up in her own climax. Eventually, the woman on the floor sat back, her face shiny with a mix of saliva and her friend's cum. "Eve," Will called to her. The woman turned at the sound of his voice and walked leisurely in their direction, her large breasts swaying, barely contained by her bra. The light dimmed but expanded to follow her as she approached, Jennifer was no longer hidden in the shadows. "That was quite a show," he said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I know I did," she replied with a smirk. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. We both enjoyed it actually, didn't we?" Jennifer just nodded. "I can see that," Eve said looking down as Will continued to finger Jennifer. She pulled his hand away, sticking his wet finger in her mouth and sucking it clean. She looked Jennifer directly in the eye, "Mmmmmmm, may I have more?" she purred. Jennifer's mouth was dry, unsure what to say. After a moment, "Please," was her whispered reply. Will grasped the bottom of Jennifer's dress pulling it up slowly over her ass, exposing her as Eve knelt on the floor. She ran her hands up Jennifer's stockings, over the soft flesh at the top of them to reach around and grab that wonderful ass firmly in her hands as she buried her face in Jennifer's pussy. Will held Jennifer's body firmly against his as Eve worked her magic. Jennifer felt as if she were melting under the skilled tongue of this woman. She closed her eyes as a pleasure she had never quite felt before coursed through her. No one had ever made her feel the things she was feeling. The way Eve licked and sucked had Jennifer on the verge of orgasm in less than a minute. "Oh Eve," she gasped. "I...... I think I'm, I'm gonna cum." "Tsk, Tsk, now we can't have any of that can we?" Will said with mock disapproval. "The evening is young, we're just getting started." Eve sat back on her haunches, looking up into Jennifer's pleading eyes and smiled. It was obvious the two of them had played this game before. "Eve has quite a talent for making girls cum. If you're patient she might continue," Will said in Jennifer's ear. "Would you like that?" "Yes." "Well then, you'd better ask nicely." Eve sat waiting, looking up expectantly. Jennifer's couldn't believe she was asking this but as their eyes met, she said in a shy tone, "Could you continue, please?" "Hmmm? I don't think she heard you," he said. With a bit more bravado, Jennifer said, "Could you continue? Please." "That's much better." Eve leaned forward, her mouth covering Jennifer's pussy again. Twice more Eve took her to the brink of orgasm only to stop just in time, denying Jennifer of the release she needed. Each time she had to ask with more and more detail what she wanted Eve to do. Only then would the woman start again. This was torture. She was going crazy, and felt if she didn't cum soon she would burst. Jennifer could hardly stand at this point, her legs were weak and if not for Will supporting her she would have collapsed under the onslaught of Eve's tongue. "Oh yes, yes right there. Ahhhhhh.. A little more." But Eve suddenly pulled away and once again Jennifer was denied. She tried to keep her there to force Eve's head closer, but it was futile and she gave up. She almost started to cry this time. Why was he doing this? Why was she letting him do this? Deep down she knew why. She loved it, pure and simple. She pleaded softly to him, "Please let me cum." Will release his hold on her and stepped from behind Jennifer. Standing beside her, he took her chin in his hand, tilting it up and kissed her gently on the lips. "Yes," he replied. This time she didn't have to ask Eve, the woman attacked Jennifer's pussy as if she had been holding back this entire time. With a smile on his face, Will strode slowly over to the chair in the middle of the room and took a seat. Jennifer was holding Eve's head in her hands, rocking her pelvis as she fucked the woman's hungry mouth, when her eyes flew wide open. Someone had spread her ass apart and shoved their tongue between her cheeks. "Ahhhhhh.." "Let me introduce Eve's sister, Ivy," said Will in answer to Jennifer's startled expression. "Together they are an incredible team." Every nerve in Jennifer's body was on fire by now. Eve sucked and flicked her swollen clit while her sister's tongue licked and probed her ass. Her surroundings were a complete blur as they brought her expertly to an earth shattering orgasm. Just before she came, for an instant, everything became clear. Time seemed to stop and Jennifer could see herself from outside her body. She saw Will sitting in the chair, his legs crossed, a wide smile under his mask. She saw Eve and Ivy, both with their faces buried between her legs. And she saw herself, fingers tangled in Eve's hair, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy. An instant later she snapped back to reality as the orgasm racked her body, jerking uncontrollably with the intensity of it. The only sound she made a small whimper before she almost fainted. She would have fallen to the floor but the two women helped her stay on her feet. Through the foggy haze of her mind, Jennifer heard the sound of someone clapping. Will rose from his seat as he asked, "Wasn't that worth the wait?" Yes it definitely had been in her opinion. Will came over and thanked both the women for their time. As Eve stood, Jennifer whispered, "Anytime." Eve winked at her as she and Ivy drifted off into the shadows. Will took Jennifer's elbow to steady her and led her to the chair. "I think you should sit for a minute to catch your breath before you fall over." As she sat, another chair was brought out for Will. It seemed he had some influence around here. The light that had been the focal point of her "initiation" as it were, was dimmed further, the show now over. She could hear people, people who had watched her orgasm thanks to the talents of two other women, speaking quietly and shuffling as they left the room, off to find something new and exciting. After a few minutes Jennifer felt like they had the room to themselves. She sat there, just watching him, studying him. "Why did you invite me here tonight?" she asked the one question that had been in her mind all night. "Are you happy you came? I mean here, to the party?" "Yes, yes I'm glad I did, but why me?" "It's not widely publicized around the office but there are a few of us that get together at these events to let loose and enjoy ourselves. You would be surprised at the people that attend. That is the reason for the masks, to give some tiny bit of anonymity. People seem to open up and try things they normally wouldn't when they think no one knows who they are. It helps to avoid that awkward "Wow, you sure can suck cock" conversation the next day. Most people work in different departments so they aren't likely to be recognized, although some have their suspicions. No real names are allowed and I'm the only one who knows everyone's true identity because I choose who is and is not invited. I felt we worked well together and thought you would be a perfect fit." She thought this over, not sure about how she felt about him thinking she would 'fit in.' She was slightly angry. "So you just thought I would be a perfect fit for the no panties sex party?" she asked. "Was I right or not?" "OK, fine, so far I've enjoyed myself. But what if I hadn't accepted the invite?" "That was entirely up to you. You could have stayed in you hotel, or you could have left at any time. No one is here to force anything on anyone. I just had a feeling your curiosity would bring you here and once you experienced it you would stay." She didn't say anything. "And," he continued, "You could have worn panties, I'm sure you have some, but you didn't. Why not?" Jennifer mumbled something. "What was that?" he asked. "Because I didn't want to," she blurted out. "Satisfied?" "For now." They sat in silence for a moment. When he spoke again he said, "I have something for you," handing her a small white box tied with a red cord. Jennifer reached out, accepting it and held it in her hand. "Go ahead, open it," he said. Jennifer pulled the string free and opened the lid. Inside was a chrome object with a green jewel on one end. She knew what it was but looked up at him quizzically. He shrugged, "I like green." She wasn't sure what to say. "That's an odd gift." He took the box from her and lifted the butt plug out, turning it in is hand. The light reflected from its shiny surface, the jewel sparkling. "May I?" he asked. At the thought of Will pushing this chrome plug in her ass Jennifer began to tingle again. She tried to hide her rising excitement but was sure he saw through it. She lifted her dress as she stood, turning her back to him. Kneeing on the chair seat she gripped her cheeks in her hands, spreading her ass apart. Jennifer looked at him over her shoulder. "Yes please." Will gazed between Jennifer's parted cheeks at her pink asshole. It was still shiny and wet from Ivy's tongue and as she arched her back, exposing it further, he saw a gooey drop of cum drip from her pussy. His cock started to swell in his pants again as he thought of sliding it deep into her. He shook his head, concentrating on the task at hand. When Will touched the pointed end of the plug to her ass she jumped a little. "Sorry, it's cold," she explained. Will held it in his hand to warm it before trying again. This time she didn't react and he slowly worked the plug into her. He watched as her ass stretched, taking it in. He could see she was tensing and told her to relax. Jennifer tried, but this was a lot bigger than her finger. Eventually it popped into place. Will admired the jewel for a moment before asking, "You okay?" Jennifer thought for a second and replied, "Yes, I'm good." But she was more than good. Her asshole had never had anything this big in it before, she felt so full. The sensation was fantastic. Will suggested a tour to show her what other delights the party had to offer. Jennifer adjusted her dress and began to follow him but after a few steps the plug was doing such wonderful things to her she thought she might cum again. Taking a deep breath she composed herself with some effort and took his arm as he led her into the hall. They strolled slowly from room to room. Just about anything she could ever imagine was happening at the house that night, from quiet conversations to all out orgies and everything in between. Will said he wanted to introduce her to some people. She was hesitant until he assured her she didn't know any of them. While they were having a nice chat with a small group in the library, Will's hand strayed to Jennifer's bum. He rested it there for a moment and without anyone else the wiser, he pushed his finger against the plug. Jennifer nearly choked on her drink but kept calm, muttering an apology about wine and the wrong hole, at which everyone laughed. A few minutes later they excused themselves and as soon as they were in the hall Jennifer spun on Will. "What the hell was that?" she demanded. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist," he replied as he tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. She wasn't really angry with him, but he couldn't know that. They passed through the dinning hall, leaving their empty wine glasses behind. Their tour had come full circle and they were in the foyer, where this had started. Jennifer looked toward the marble stairs, she could picture the three people from earlier that evening. Her eyes travelled up the steps to the second floor. "What's up there?" she asked. "Those are rooms for people that would prefer a little more privacy for their.. partying." "Ah," she said nodding her head in understanding. "Could I see one of those rooms?" Hidden Pleasures "Of course, right this way." Will led her up the wide staircase toward the landing at the top. As they climbed the stairs, Eve crossed the foyer, glancing up at them. Jennifer saw her and lifted the back of her dress to display the jewel nestled between her cheeks and was thrilled when she saw the smile on Eve's face. At the top of the staircase, a long hallway extended before them with several doors along each wall. It was quiet up here, Jennifer's heels clicked on the stone floor as she followed Will to the far end where large double doors barred their way. He turned the handles, swinging both doors wide and stepped aside for her to enter. It was dark and she couldn't make out much of the room until he flipped on a few dim lights. This must have been the master bedroom because it was enormous. A large fireplace to her right was large enough to walk into although no fire burned there now. The focal point of the room though was the bed, easily eight feet wide with ornate wood carvings on the head and footboards. A canopy above was supported by four thick posts, one at each corner. When Jennifer saw the bed she instantly had a plan. Will had been in control the entire night, from the instant she opened the box in her hotel, he had been in charge, but not any longer. "Wow, this is quite impressive," she said. "Is this where you bring all the girls?" "Once or twice, but I don't usually get too involved with the guests. I spend most of my time making sure everyone else is enjoying themselves." Jennifer closed both doors and leaned back against them. "That's good," she said. "Do you know there is a rumour about you going around the office?" "A rumour, about what?" he asked. "Apparently, you have a huge cock," she stated bluntly. "I'd like to see if that's true, so undo your pants and lets have a look." Will was stunned momentarily by her frankness but he never the less unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. Reaching into his boxers with his right hand he hauled his penis out. If flopped out and hung there. HOLY SHIT!! Jennifer thought. "Well, well, so the story is true," she said calmly. "Yes I guess it is." Will started to zip up when she barked, "I didn't tell you to put that away did I? Now go sit over there," she pointed to a bench at the foot of the bed. He hesitated for only a moment and in a slightly raised voice she said, "Sit.. down." Will complied, going over to the bench and doing as she said. Jennifer walked around the room slowly, turning on both bedside lamps making sure he followed her every move with his eyes. She came around to stand in front of him and undid the buttons of his jacket, removing it and tossing it on the bed. She turned her back to him and asked, "My zipper, do you mind?" He grasped the zipper and slowly started to undo it but she stepped away before he could finish. "That's enough. Now you just sit there," she said. Jennifer unzipped the rest of the way and peeled her dress off, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it and moved closer to Will. Grasping the clasps of the corset, she released one after the other, agonizingly slow. As the last one came undone, it joined her dress on the floor. She stood facing him with her hands on her hips, her eyes alight with desire. Jennifer's hands traveled up her sides, caressing her skin as she breathed deeply, free of the restricting garment. She cupped both her breasts and as her nipples stiffened she took them between her fingers and pinched, twisting and rolling them until they stood out like diamond points. Glancing toward Will's crotch she was pleased to see him getting aroused, his cock slowly swelling. Jennifer leaned forward placing her hands on the footboard on either side his head until her chest was almost touching his face. "Suck my nipples," she said softly. As he reached up with his hand to touch her she said, "Keep your hands down and suck my nipples!" His hand went back to his side as he opened his mouth, extending his tongue to taste her skin. Will licked circles around her areola and flicked her nipples, first one then the other. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin and was rewarded with a low moan from deep inside her. His mouth felt so wonderful she had to pull away before her body betrayed her. It was all she could do not to jump on his lap. She reminded herself that she was in control now and had to remain that way. Jennifer stood straight, composing herself and looked directly at Will. "So you like to watch? Is that what you said earlier? That it excites you?" she asked. "Yes I do. Like I told you, I don't usually participate with the guest physically, so I watch. That way I can move around, keeping things running smoothly," he replied. Her hands travelled up and down her body, touching, fondling. She tuned her back to him, her feet planted far apart as she bent at the waist, her ass pointed directly at him. Her hand found its way between her legs, fingers stroking and sliding over her wet lips. Two digits pushed deep into her pussy, slowly and deliberately fucking herself for her captive audience. With her other hand she reached for the jewel, she tapped it and poked it further into her ass. "Do you like watching me?" she asked "Yes." "Do you like seeing my fingers in my pussy?" "Yes." "Do you want to fuck me? Sink you hard cock into my tight wet hole?" "Yes." Jennifer stood up abruptly and spun to face him. "Well, if you're patient I might let you. The night is still young after all," she said, throwing his own comment from earlier back at him. He smiled and nodded his understanding. It seemed her little display had done the trick, Will's cock was now fully erect and sticking straight up. Jennifer knelt between his legs, her hands running up and down his thighs. She watched his erection pulsed at her touch, then glanced up. "Yes," she asked, "Can I help you with something?" "Could you suck me?" "What was that? Could I what?" Will knew she had turned the tables on him and he had better play along so he asked in a clear voice. "Could you please suck me. I want to feel your lips on my cock." "That wasn't so hard was it?" she asked. "Unlike this." She wrapped both hands around his steely shaft. It was huge, even with both hands on it there was more than enough to fill her mouth. As Jennifer inched closer, a drop of pre cum dribbled from the tip. She pressed her tongue against it, licking it clean before gradually engulfing the head with her warm mouth. Further and further she took him in until his was pressing into her throat. Her head moved up and back down taking him in again. She sucked and licked his cock until she felt him tense ever so slightly. Pulling her mouth away, a string of saliva joining them, she squeezed him with both hands, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "Now, you weren't going to cum in my mouth were you?" she asked him. "No," he said, although she knew he wasn't being totally truthful. "Good, because if you even think about it I'm gone." With a great deal of concentration Will relaxed, his excitement ebbing. Jennifer lazily stroked him with one hand, her thumb rubbing circles over the tip. When she was satisfied he had calmed down she took him in her mouth again. Having him in her control was exciting in a way she had never felt before, the power was exhilarating. She teased him for another ten minutes before she stood up, ordering him to strip. As the last of his clothes fell in a pile, she kissed him tenderly on the lips. Will pulled her close, his erection pressing into her stomach. They kissed again, a deep passionate kiss, searching tongues intertwined. He broke the kiss at last, and as their lips parted he whispered, "I want you." "You want me?" she replied. "I want to be inside you, to plunge my cock deep into your tight wet hole. To feel your cunt gripping me as I slid in and out faster and faster until I explode, filling you with my cum." "Yes." Jennifer turned and grabbed the corner post of the bed as she bent over. She looked over her shoulder flashing a smile. "Fuck me." Will positioned himself behind her, guiding his throbbing cock with his hand to her pussy. She let go of the post with one hand to spread her lips open as he pushed slowly. With a pop, the head slipped in. "Ohhhhhh shit," she hissed. He gradually pushed deeper, a little at a time, his cock slick with her juice. He was stretching her open, more than she had ever felt. Her breath was coming short and fast as she tried to take him in. "Yes, yes, slow.. ahhhhh yes," she urged him on and Will pushed still deeper into her pussy. Jennifer realized her fantasy from the hotel had come to life as he slid in and out of her, a real cock filling her beyond belief. Will had increased the pace now that she was getting used to it and he started fucking her properly. With each thrust she moaned as he pushed into her. "Oh ya, that's it Will. Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound that huge cock into my tight.. wet.. cunt!" His hips became a blur, thrusting into her over and over, her voice increasing with her urgency to cum. "Yes! Yes! Faster Will, faster. Oh.. Oh.. yeessss. Oh fuuuuuucccckkk .. I'm cumming!" she screamed. She collapsed onto the floor, her legs no longer able to support her. Will's cock slipped from her pussy as she fell and he just stood there panting. "I'm sorry," she said weakly as she rolled over. "My legs just gave out. Please let me make it up to you." Will helped her to stand and was still catching his breath when she told him to lie on the bed. "I'm going to fuck you silly," she said with an evil smile. She pushed him down and climbed on top of him, her strength returning quickly. She leaned close, their faces only inches apart. "I'd let you fuck my ass, but that thing would split me in two. I guess you'll just have to settle for my cunt. Is that okay?" "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as Jennifer slid down onto his hard cock. "Is that okay? Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "Oh, hell ya!" "Then you better start fucking it." Will didn't waste any time and pushed deep into her, thrusting furiously. With Jennifer bouncing on top of him, it wasn't long before he was past the point of no return. She seemed to sense this and rode him harder. "That's it Will, fuck me harder! Cum in me! Fill me with your hot cum!" He threw his head back as he exploded inside her, so much that it ran out as she continued to ride him for another minute until they both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap. Jennifer was exhausted and dozed off, her head resting on Will's chest. The next morning Jennifer woke in her bed at the hotel. She slowly opened her eyes, shading them from the sun streaming through the windows. She yawned and stretched, snuggling into the blanket. And sat straight up, wide awake, looking around the room. Confused at first, she started remembering the party. The dress, the masks. Eve and Ivy. And Will. Her confusion grew when she couldn't find the dress, or any of the rest of the outfit. How had she gotten back here? She stood in the middle of the room, turning in slow circles trying to piece it together. Going into the bathroom, she splashed cold water in her face and slowly went over the whole night in her mind. On the ledge beside the tub was her vibrator. Okay, the tub she remembered. Back in the bedroom she spotted the hairbrush. She remembered that too, but there was no evidence that she had left this room and gone to any party. No dress, no shoes, no nothing. Had she dreamt the entire thing in a post orgasm sleep deprived state? Jennifer was starting to question her sanity when someone knocked on her door. Wrapping the housecoat around her she quickly answered. A woman in a maids uniform that looked very similar to the one that she thought had delivered the dress last night stood in the hall. "Mademoiselle Fielding?" she inquired. "Yes," Jennifer replied. "I have a package for you." "Again?" she asked. "Again? I'm sorry I don't understand," said the maid. "It's okay, never mind." she apologized. "You mentioned a package?" The woman handed her a small white box tied with a red cord. Jennifer looked from the box to the woman and back to the box. "Are you feeling all right?" the woman asked. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," she said, closing the door. Jennifer returned to the bed, sat down and stared at the box for a long time before she tentatively pulled the string free and opened the lid. Nestled inside the little white box was her jewel. Clutching the box to her chest she fell back on the soft white sheets closing her eyes, a blissful smile on her face. F I N