0 comments/ 15680 views/ 1 favorites The Dinner Party By: thunderflash The Professor was an interesting guy when addressing his own subject, forensic pathology, but otherwise, thought Richard, he was as stimulating as a dry hump in Halifax on a wet Whit-Sunday. But because Queenie, Richard's wife, was the Prof's colleague, she had dragged him along to this dinner party in the big house near Regent's Park. Richard's battered old Jag was now parked outside, rubbing shoulders with shiny Mercs and sleek Porsches. Richard was parked inside, at the table, rubbing shoulders with a totally resistible, redheaded, 50-ish lecturer on tropical diseases. "And I could be in the Plough right now," he thought, "watching Juicy Janey's big tits bouncing over the beer pumps...and wondering if there's a lucky guy she'll decide to blow tonight..." And his cock twitched in his boxer shorts as he remembered being the chosen one a week before...("Richard, darlin', will you come down to the cellar and help me change a barrel?" And hardly had the cellar trap closed above them when she was on her knees and grabbing for his crotch)...and he began to harden as he remembered her tongue teasing his swollen knob; her wide, wet mouth closing on him; the slurping sounds of enjoyment from her as she greedily gobbled his shaft; and, at the end, the way she had grinned up at him, with a thick thread of cum drooling from the corner of her mouth... "Ah...er...sorry...didn't quite catch you..." (and neither will any other man who can run fast enough in the opposite direction); his ginger haired neighbour had asked him a question. She repeated it. Hastily rearranging his napkin to hide the bulge at his groin, he explained as politely as possible that, no, he didn't actually watch Brookside, and thus could not say whether or not it presented an accurate picture of hygienic practices on Merseyside c.1987. She subsided. Really, thought Richard, the only women worth looking at here are Queenie—and she's my wife, and so doesn't count—and the Prof's wife. And how a guy as dry as a ten-year-old turd landed a looker like that is beyond me...although I suppose a life peerage, even if does date from the Callaghan years, and a shit-load of money from his dad's poison-gas works—or Chinese knocking shops, or whatever the family business was—helped a lot. Emma B-------, the Prof's wife, was not a type he usually fancied: tiny, fragile, no hips or bum...but her tits look promising in that low-cut dress, he mused... Dinner was over; coffee arrived. Automatically he reached for a cigar, forgetting that this was trendy North London in the late 80s, where ashtrays were as popular as holy water stoups in an Orange Lodge. Queenie glared at him across the table as he fidgeted, daring him to ask if he could light up. Emma, the perfect hostess, rescued him. "Poor Richard," she cooed, "he wants a smoke. It will have to be in the conservatory, I fear. Come, I'll take you there..." He rose and followed her from the room. The house was enormous...a whole Nash mansion housing just two people. One of whom now took Richard's hand in a friendly manner to guide him through the maze of passages. They reached the conservatory: a glassed-in extension, lit only by moonlight. Emma did not switch on the lights. Nor did she let go of his hand. Instead, she took hold of his other hand and, looking him steadily in the eye, raised both his hands and pressed them firmly against her breasts. Quite matter-of-factly she said: "Richard, I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we were introduced!" He needed only to slip the two narrow supporting straps of her dress from her shoulders and she was bare to the waist. She wore no bra. Her breasts were high, firm and, although quite small, were tipped by very large nipples: maraschino cherries on raised, dark pink aureoles. Even as he bent his head to taste that fruit, he was manoeuvring her backwards towards the wall. Although almost groggy with surprise, he retained sufficient wit to back her up against the solid party wall, not a fragile glass one. He pressed hard against her, fondling her breasts with one hand as he hoisted her skirt with the other. Deftly, she unzipped his trousers, slipped in her hand, stroked his cock, ringing it with her fingers as if to show what she would soon do with her quim, and cupped and weighed his balls. He tugged down her knickers, already soaked by her love juice; she stepped out of them. His jeans were around his ankles. She flung both arms round his neck. Slipping his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her up, positioning her so that the swollen head of his cock, already creamy with pre-cum, rested against the lips of her wet and waiting slit. Her legs encircled his waist. Very slowly, savouring every moment, every gasp from her as he penetrated, he lowered her onto his shaft. Slowly, slowly, until every throbbing inch was buried deep inside her. He began to move, bending his knees to threaten withdrawal, then straightening up again to ram the full length up her. His mouth found her hard, erect nipples and sucked, then bit gently: he felt her cunt contract in time with the movements of his mouth. She was riding hard on his cock now, bearing down to take it as deep as she could. One of his hands moved across her buttocks, parted the cleft; he ran a finger into the tight ring of muscle there, feeling it pulse in rhythm with her convulsing cunt . She groaned, bit on his shoulder, and, as she approached orgasm, whispered urgently, even fiercely, to him: "ccchrist, yesss...you big bastard...yes, I'd let you take me there, too...let you put that cock wherever you want... fuck my butt...fuck my mouth...take your cum over my face...my hair...ohhh, fuck me, you bastard, fucccckkkkk meeeee!" As she began to come, with cries she muffled by crushing her face against his chest, the force of his thrusts was such that he felt the entire house should be shaking. Her noises now were all he needed to set him off: as he shot his load, her pulsating cunt seemed intent on wringing every last drop from him. The Dinner Party "Shit, it's nearly 6:00." I said as I quickened my steps. I am going to be late, what will I do? My husband is going to be very angry with me. I dig into my purse as I walk faster; my stiletto heels aren't making my pace any quicker. I find my cell phone; damn batteries dead. My heart starts beating fast inside my chest; it feels as if it is caught in my throat. His boss and his boss's wife are coming to dinner tonight and I have to dress and make sure the caterers have everything they need. I don't want to keep the caterers longer then necessary. Hiring them for the evening is already beyond our means, but it will be worth it if Scott is made partner at Bradshaw, McNichols and Spanziola. Ryan Spanziola is the only active partner in the firm and it is his decision if Scott is to become a partner. Tonight must be perfect. Scott is in the apartment pacing back and forth. There is a look of concern on his face. "Where is that wife of mine?" He roars into an empty living room as he slams down the phone for the fifth time. He can rely on his wife, so it is not usual for her to be late. He paces back and forth across the room, holding his belt in his hand, lightly smacking it into the palm of his other hand. The slight sting keeps him mildly aware of what the evening holds for him and Christine after his boss leaves. It is getting dark early, now that fall has arrived. The smell of dead, wet leaves is in the air. It is a foggy and dreary night. The only sound is the clicking of heels rushing down the wet alley. I hear a strange sound, only to discover that it is a cat in the trash can, digging for food. Suddenly, I feel chills creeping down my spine and over my skin. I slow down a bit, straining my ears for any sound, not hearing anything; I look around and walk even faster. I see the lights of my apartment building; a sigh of relief comes out of me. Not realizing how scared I was. My hands are sweating as I dig into my purse for my keys. Suddenly, a man grabs me from behind, pulling me back into the alley. My heart starts thumping madly inside of my chest. My breasts heave up and down from the fear within. My mouth is covered with a gloved hand. I notice that the glove is leather and my assailant is wearing a wool coat and a Fedora hat. He whispers into my ear in a low deep voice, "Don't scream, do exactly as I say and I will let you go." I nod my head in response, too afraid to move. He then gently pushes me against the wall of the apartment building. I feel his body pressed against mine. The heat of his breath along with the fear excites me. He isn't like any rapist that I have heard of; he is well dressed and very sensual. He is gentle and lightly runs his hands along my body, as if he were checking me out. My body betrays me as it responds to his touch. He then brings one of his gloved hands to his face and uses his teeth to pull off his glove. I then feel his warm hand on the inside of my thigh, lightly letting his thumb rub my cunt through my panties. Gliding it up my body, stopping to rest on my breast. He whispers in my ear in his a husky low voice he says, "This is just the prelude of what will come Christine." I feel my liquids starting to flow, as I do not enjoy the heat of his breath or the warm touch of his hands but my body completely betrays me. Suddenly he whips me around; I can barely see the outline of his face in the shadows. He is distinguished looking with a touch of gray at his temples, cleanly shaven with poignant cologne. He starts kissing my neck down to my breasts. I put up a struggle, but to no avail. His lips start working magic on my neck, gently kissing it, then running his tongue to my earlobes, pulling them into his mouth, nibbling on them. Suddenly, he pushes me away, but not before I feel his large and extremely hard cock brush my thigh. He disappears down the alley, leaving me breathless. Startled that he knew my name, I stood in shock, mildly intrigued by this stranger. Standing there with the realization of what has happened washing over me like a bucket of cold water. I fastened my coat, bent over to gather up my things when I hear footsteps coming near. Excited, yet afraid, I wait quietly in the dark waiting for them to pass. I am relieved and saddened to see it is just another pedestrian walking home from work. I let myself into our apartment the caterers are in the kitchen preparing for tonight's extravagant meal. I quickly check with them to see they have everything. Next, I rush to the master bath and start filling up the deep tub with steaming water and some bath oils. I watch myself in the mirror as I undress, eyeing my body and running my hands over my breasts, remembering his touch and his smell. What is the matter with me? I am excited over a stranger's touch. I didn't sense any danger, as I know I should have. There was just something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, but was definitely arousing. Quickly I finish undressing and step into the hot tub. Lathering my body and imagining it is "his" hand that rubs the soap over me and washes my neck, breasts and hot pussy. I linger at my pussy longer then usual, exploring my cunt with my fingers. Parting my lips and feeling the heat and moisture from within my body. Suddenly the bedroom door opens and I hear my husband Scott calling out to me. "Honey, are you OK? I was worried about you when I couldn't get a hold of you on the cell phone and you weren't here when I got home." "I am fine, just some dead batteries and some last minute running around to do." I watch Scott undress. I smiled to myself; the man has a sexy ass. A broad muscular chest, though not too much so, just enough muscles to show he is all man. He has the line to paradise and it is paradise under those pants. "I am going to shower now, care to join me?" he asked. "I wish I had time, I am getting out of the tub now to make sure everything is set for our guests." I feel Scott's eyes on my body as I get out of the tub. "Ah, Christine, how I love your body, such beautiful round breasts. Round firm butt and long curvy legs that end at your flat belly. You'll probably drive my boss crazy tonight!" I smile at him and tell him, "You don't need me to impress your boss, I am sure you will dazzle him with your brilliant wit alone." "Yes, dear but your cleavage will probably help even more", he laughed. Once in the bedroom I hear the shower running and I ask myself, why didn't I say anything to him? Why keep it a secret from the man I love? I suppose it is because his new boss is coming to dinner. Why put more pressure on his shoulders then he already has? And really the man in the street didn't hurt me. I put on the new Christian Dior look a like dress I bought at the boutique in town. It is a cream color with a back that scoops down loosely to just above my ass. It does however, accentuate my ass. In front, straps that connect at the back of my neck hold it on. It hugs my breasts and hips. I thought it might be too much, but Scott thought it would be perfect for our little dinner party. I left it up to him, as it was his ass on the line, so to speak. Scott comes out of the bedroom dressed in his best suit. This is going to be a very fancy dinner. It is practice for the many dinners to come if he gets the promotion to partner of the law firm. It is a very prestigious firm; they only handle the crème de la creme of people in New York. Their clients are anything from the hottest movie stars to the most well-known mob families. Dinner parties are just a portion of what comes with the job. There will be parties to have and to go to, along with operas, plays and other spectacular shows that only certain people get to attend. All of these by invitation only; invitations, one does not turn down. It is 8:00 when the door chimes ring with Ryan and Sophia Spanziola's arrival. He is a handsome man with a touch of gray at the temples; something strikes me as familiar. My god, could it be? I smile and say hello to Ryan and he introduces me to his wife, Sophia. She is a beautiful blonde wearing a new Liz gown that is form fitting and dark blue to match her blue eyes. Sleeveless with a very sexy dip in the front of her dress. I see Scott can't take his eyes off of Sophia and Ryan can't keep his eyes off of me. We go into the dining room where the caterers had set up the table and bring out our appetizers. We have our soup and an outstanding seafood salad. The main course was filet mignon, which was cooked to perfection. The conversation was light and interesting. I noticed that Scott seemed to shift in his seat a bit uncomfortably, little did I know that Sophia was rubbing his inner thigh with her foot. Ryan had casually placed his hand on my thigh several times as we chatted. I could feel the heat from his hand through my thin gown. His hand would move slowly up my thigh and stop very close to the crease of my dress between my legs. Once the baked Alaskan was finished and the dishes cleared, I discreetly dismissed the caterers. After desert we retired to the living room for brandy. Sophia took Scott by the hand and asked him to lead her to the powder room. Once in the hall she pressed her body against him and gently felt his cock whispering, "I would love to have you for desert." Then she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him startled and aroused. We went through the evening as any good host and hostess would, politely listening to our guests and keeping their glasses full at all times. We are all a bit tipsy and having a wonderful time. Ryan comes up behind me and says, "Earlier in the alley was just a sample of what Sophia and I hope is to come." My breath quickens; I recognized the cologne and the deep husky voice that he used to seduce my body. Suddenly Sophia comes to me, touching me, caressing my arms and face. Telling me how beautiful she thinks I am. She releases my long dark hair from the pins that hold it up. This beautiful woman, who is gently running her hands over my body, exploring every aspect of it, intrigues me. She then starts kissing my neck, I am startled but enjoying this new experience. Sophia then reaches behind my neck to unfasten my gown. I look to Scott and see that he is sitting across the room with a grin on his face and a hard cock in his pants. Slowly Sophia lowers my gown to expose my aroused nipples. Watching my chest rise and fall, I start to breathe unevenly. Excited and surprised at the same time, I look to Scott for approval and see his face, the hunger in his eyes, wanting more. Sophia pulls me to my feet, helping me step out of the gown. I stand there in the living room with nothing on but my ivory lace panties, garder belt, silk stockings and 3-inch heels. Ryan sees me hesitate so he comes to me and lays me on the floor as Sophia undresses. Soon Ryan is sitting on the couch and Sophia is sucking on my breasts, caressing my thighs and slowly moving toward my pussy. I am aroused yet uncertain of my feelings, since I have never experienced another woman's touch. My body responds to her touch, arching toward her hands, begging for more. Her hands roam over my body, so tender and soft. Lightly pinching my nipples with one hand as the other makes circles around my clit. Sophia's mouth gets closer to my hot cunt; I feel the heat of her breath on my stomach as she slowly goes over my pubic mound toward my already wet pussy. Suddenly her face is buried into my tunnel and my juices are flowing as she fucks my hole with her tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmmm". I moan in pleasure. Scott is rock hard and practically bursting out of his pants. Ryan see this and calls to Sophia, "Sophia, our new partner needs some relief over here. Let's see what you can do about it." Sophia crawls over to Scott and slowly unbuttons his pants as she keeps eye contact with him. "Yes!" Scott groans. Sophia takes his large 8-inch cock into the heat of her mouth and he throws his head back and lets out a deep moan of pleasure. Ryan comes to me and sees that I am in need. He guides my hands to his bulging cock and knowing that it was he in the alley only adds to my excitement. He says in a low husky voice, "I told you earlier that the little treat in the alley was prelude to what would come. Are you enjoying it?" I nod my head yes as I start to unzip his pants to release his hardness. I want to taste him in my mouth, to feel the veins that bulge on the sides of his cock against my tongue. Releasing Ryan is a treat; he is 7 inches long and very thick. My eyes light up with excitement as I take in this wonderful sight. Slowly I take my tongue and run it up the side of Ryan's cock, licking it all the way up the side and down the other. I stop at the head and run my tongue in circles, dipping my tongue at the hole on his penis, tasting his precum. I wrap my hands around his thick member and move my mouth down to his balls, then take them into my mouth one at a time. Bathing them with my tongue and mouth, I then run my tongue down his thighs, beckoning him to lay back on the couch. I take my hands and cup his balls as I take his cock back into my mouth, stroking it gently with my tongue. Running my hands from his cock to his balls and stopping to play with his asshole. I find that he is quite aroused with the play at his asshole. Realization of what is happening in the living room comes to me like a slap in the face. I try to push the feelings of uneasiness away. The excitement of seeing Scott with another woman while I have another man takes over my mind and body. I reach over and grab the cork from one of the wine bottles and stick it into my mouth. I see a bit of panic rush over him; afraid I will stick it in his ass. Instead I wet it and bend over in front of him and stick it in my asshole and I say to him, "Do you want to fuck me here?" as I point to the cork in my ass, "or do you want to fuck me here?" I ask as I put a finger in my juicy pussy. This drives Ryan insane as he throws his head back and moans in pleasure. Across from us on the couch is Sophia is sucking diligently on Scott's throbbing cock. She has one finger in his ass, moving it in and out in sequence with what her mouth is doing to his cock. Suddenly, he stops her and bends her over the side of the couch. "I am going to fuck you Sophie." He grunts. "I am going to plunge my cock into your pussy, then I am going to fuck your ass and cum all over your back." Sophie is beside herself as she moans, "Slap my ass as you fuck me Scott, slap it hard, make it count." Scott is overwhelmed with this new toy, he slams his cock into her pussy and rides her like a bucking bronco, slapping her ass harder and harder with every plunge he takes. "Ohhhh Ryan, I want you to do that to me, lets all cum together", I say. Ryan says, "Not yet; we are going to watch Scott fuck Sophia then I am going to fuck you while they watch us." So we sit together on the couch as he caresses my thighs, whispering in my ear, "Let it build and it will be the best cum of your life." I try to hold back my lustiness, but the juices flow. I am hot, watching Scott fuck Sophia, knowing I am going to get Ryan next. Ryan sees my frustration, but yet he continues to tease me by moving his hands up and down my thighs. Always getting close to my clit, but yet never touching it. Sophia's ass is as bright red as cherries. Scott pulls his cock from her pussy and plunges it into her ass. Sophia squeals with delight as she moves her ass closer to Scott with every thrust he gives her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Scott, I am going to cum!" Sophia coos. "Not yet, hold it", Scott says as he slaps her ass even harder one more time and then commands her, "Now Sophia, now baby, CUM"! She cums with a loud scream of pleasure as Scott pulls his cock from her ass and shoots his sperm up her back. Sophia's head, being held back by Scott's tight hold of her hair. Cum shooting onto her cheek, such a powerful shot it is. Scott and Sophia collapse onto the couch in total exhaustion from their show. Scott gets up, comes to me and kisses me deep on the mouth. He picks up the bourbon and fills two glasses, one for him and one for Sophia. They both sit on the couch and look at us. In unison they say, "Your turn!" I could feel my face grow crimson from their eyes watching us. Slowly, Ryan comes over to me and starts kissing my neck. The heat in my face is no longer from embarrassment but from excitement. His hands find my damp pussy and his finger finds it's way into the canal that runs between my thighs. His mouth moves down my neck onto my breasts, turning me into putty. Totally unaware of the eyes upon us now, my hands find his throbbing cock, and then my lips seek the head of his penis. "Not yet" he whispered. Then he pushes me back on the couch and expertly starts licking my clit, running his tongue up and down my slit, stopping to tease my ass then back up to my clit. He runs his tongue in a circular motion around my clit and hole. I am approaching total ecstasy. Abruptly he stops, throws me to the floor and says in a husky voice, "On your hands and knees wench." I obey, stunned not knowing what is in store. Ryan pulls a flogger from his coat pocket and starts running it across my back and down my ass. Letting me feel the soft, worn leather. It tickles me and at the same time feels so sensual and arousing. "Whack" I felt the sting of the leather on my ass. Tears spring to my eyes and excitement runs through my body. As suddenly as the smack came from Ryan, his cock is plunged into my pussy. The pain and the pleasure mix are more than I bargained for. The feelings going through my body is so intense, my body going from one extreme to the other within seconds. It is more then my mind can deal with, my thoughts become blurry. My feelings turned from confusion to total lust. I want more, more pain and more pleasure. I want to be fucked hard and smacked simultaneously. Ryan gives me exactly what I want, my ass burns with pain and my pussy burns with pleasure. He fucks me harder and harder, slapping my ass harder with every thrust. I can feel the muscles in my pussy contracting uncontrollably. My ass is bucking, meeting his thrusts. Suddenly he pulls his cock out of my pussy and rolls me over cumming in my face; shooting his cum all over my lips, chin and neck. As he continues cumming I open my mouth and drink in the rest of his juices. I lay on the floor spent. I look up to see Ryan and Sophia dressing. Scott goes to the bedroom and retrieves our robes. Once wrapped in our robes, we walk our guests to the door. Ryan turns to Scott and says, "Welcome to the firm partner." Sophia kisses Scott on the cheek to congratulate him. She turns and says to me, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, we must do it again sometime." Then they were gone and the only evidence of their being there are a couple empty glasses, a flogger, a well placed cork and the smiles on both of our faces. The Dinner Party My wife Jessica and I have been married for ten years and we have never considered ourselves as "kinky", but we have always been open for new and exciting ways to improve the already great sex life we have always had. Jessica had gotten a promotion at work and wanted to invite a few of her co-workers over for a dinner and a few drinks to thank then for all the help they had given her. She warned me that one of the people she was inviting was a gay man and that I was to be nice and not pick on him since he was gay. I kind of chuckled and promised I would be good. Everyone arrived, including her gay friend who she introduced to me as Peter. We shook hands and he had a very firm handshake, not what I had assumed he would have. We all sat down for a few drinks before dinner and I discovered that Peter was really a very nice person and I was surprised to find myself forgetting that he was gay. We talked about sports and all the jock things that men talk about. We all had several drinks and were getting a little tipsy so we decided to have dinner. Jessica and I went into the kitchen to start serving and she said to me, "Peter told me that you and him are hitting it off pretty well!" "Yes, we are," I said, "He is really a very nice person." "He also told me that if we weren't married that he might hit on you himself!" Jessica laughed, "He thinks you are pretty good looking." "Get outta here," I said, "You know that I'm not into guys, just you babe!" I told her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I know, but for a second I thought what it would be like to watch you and another guy do each other and I got kind of excited!" "Well, forget about it, it will never happen." I informed her. "A girl can always wish, though," Jessica giggled. I decide to drop the subject and said we had better get dinner on the table. We took all the food to the table and Peter sat down next to me. Jessica looked at me and raised her eyebrows and acted like she was surprised. We got through dinner with the usual dinner chat and when we were done we all went into the living room and sat down with more drinks. After an hour or so only another married couple and Peter remained. The other couple said they had to get home due to babysitter problems, so we said our good byes and returned to the living room. It was now just Peter, Jessica and myself, and we sat and drank for quite a long time. About two hours later, we were all pretty drunk, Jessica was the most drunk and she started talking about different fantasies she had. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would bring up our conversation that we had in the kitchen. "You know Peter, I was telling Chuck in the kitchen earlier that I was wondering what it would be like to watch him and another guy have sex while I watched," she said. Peter became a little embarassed at that and said,"I don't know if I could do something like that or not." He glanced over at me when he said that and I saw him give me a little smile. We kept on drinking and Jessica continued to talk about her little fantasy. We had all become very drunk, so Jessicas teasing and prodding us got us all laughing. Jessica suddenly became serious and said, "Come on you guys, you want to give me my fantasy don't you?" "I think you have had to much to drink," I scolded her,"Time to cut you off." "I think it's time for you two to do it for me!," she laughed,"You want to don't you Peter?" Peter laughed and didn't say anything to the remark. I thought it best to stay quiet too. Jessica went on and on and I figured there was only one way to keep her quiet and I was drunk enough by now to do just about anything. "Chuck has a seven inch cock when it is hard Peter," Jessica cooed,"How big is yours?" "Mine is about the same size," Peter said, readjusting himself next to me on the couch. "Really?" Jessica's eyes got wide, "Let's see it!" "Do you really want me to do this Chuck?" he asked, "I don't have to you know." "Be my guest," I told him, "Whatever you want." I was surprised that I was starting to have fun and was actually looking forward to seeing Peter's cock. "Hurray!" Jessica screamed, clapping her hands as Peter stood up and started to undo his pants. He slowly undid the snap and unzipped his pants. Jessica sat and almost drooled at the sight. I was staring to get hard myself to my surprise. Peter let his pants fall to the floor and I could see through his briefs that his cock was already hard. He kicked his pants off and peeled his briefs off revealing a very nice looking cock. He sat back down and looked over and told me it was my turn. I stood up and started to get undressed. He watched as I took my pants off and pulled down my boxers. My cock was only half hard and he said not to worry, that he could take care of the rest of the way. I sat down and Peter put his hand on my thigh and slowly moved toward my cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and softly stroked me. As he stroked, he would go all the way up to the head then move his fingers down to my balls where he would gently finger them. I closed my eyes as my cock became rock hard. I leaned my head back and began to raise my hips to meet his hand movements. He leaned over and flicked the head of my cock with his tongue and I let out a little moan. He started to lick my shaft from the very top to the bottom until my cock was wet with his spit. I reached over and grabbed his hard seven inches as he wrapped his mouth around the top of my cock. I stroked him as his warm mouth engulfed my entire cock down to my balls. His tongue was constantly flicking back and forth on my head as he sucked. He stopped and looked up at me and said, "Lay down on the couch." I did what he asked, and then he threw his leg over my head putting us in a sixty nine position with his cock half an inch from my mouth. I opened my mouth and took him in as I moaned at the taste of my first man. I took as much as I could in while he did the same. My hips were bucking up and down as he sucked me. He was squeezing my balls and fingering my ass while he sucked. He started to pump his cock in my face faster and faster. We were both sucking so hard that we were making loud noises with are mouths. While he fucked me in the mouth, I looked over at Jessica and she had her jeans off and her blouse unbuttoned. She was squeezing a hard nipple with one hand while the other was feverishly working at her pussy inside her panties. When I saw this I could hold my cum no longer. I felt my load rise up in my cock as it shot onto Peters mouth. He kept his mouth over my cock as I came harder than I ever had before. Peter was moaning loudly as he swallowed my load and I could tell he was about to cum himself. He didn't try to pull out of my mouth when he started to cum, so I let his sperm slide down my throat as he jerked and bucked. At the same time, I heard Jessica let out a scream telling me she was cumming too. I looked over and she was bucking her hips with three fingers inside her pussy as she came like I had never seen before. We all laid there for a while afterwards and fell asleep from all the drinking and great sex. The next day when we woke, we agreed that we would all get together and do this again real soon. The Dinner Party I was the lone bachelor in the office and during the holidays, one of my co-workers invited me to a dinner party. I usually begged off these affairs, but I was talked into in. I promised to attend as long as my friend Sam did not try to set me up with anyone. He had tried a few times before and the results were always horrible. The night of the party arrived and showed up at Sam's house, wearing a nice casual outfit of Dockers and a button collar shirt. I brought a bottle of wine as a gift for Sam's wife, Mary. Mary was one of those people that always made you feel at home and was totally in love with Sam. She would flirt but that was as far as she ever went. Mary opened the door when I arrived and smiled. I asked if any unattached women were going to be here tonight and Mary answered, "No." I said thank g-d and entered, kissed her on the cheek and presented the bottle of wine. She told me to go into the den and get myself a drink. I walked to the den and saw Sam at the bar. I grabbed his hand and shook it and said, "Thanks for not trying to set me up tonight." Sam smiled, asked what I wanted to drink and said, "Your loss my man, but it is how you wanted it." I took a beer and started to walk around. I saw a few people from the office, that I knew, and a few I did not know. I heard a loud obnoxious voice in the corner that seemed to drone on and on. I found the source and it was the office loudmouth Ken. G-d what a night this was going to be, I thought to myself. I started to move away, when I saw a very pretty lady standing next to him, smiling and looking quite sad. She was dressed in a nice white blouse and skirt. I looked down for a minute and saw sandals. I admired her legs for a few minutes and wondered who she was. I moved back over to the side of the room as Mary walked in. She came over to me and said, " Feel like you are a little left out? Everyone else here is married." I said, "not at all. I enjoy being single." Mary got a glass of wine and moved back to my side. I asked her who the woman was next to our loudmouthed friend. Mary smiled and then said, "that is Sharon, Ken's wife. We do not often see her at functions. I guess he keeps her hidden away." I said, "she does not seem to be enjoying herself." Mary laughed and said, "would you be, if you had to listen to him all the time and pretend to enjoy it?" I moved around the room and said hello to everyone, including Ken, who introduced me to "HIS" wife. Ken said, "Steve this is the little lady, although she is not so little anymore." He laughed and I took her hand and said hello. Sharon smiled and squeezed my hand slightly and said, "Nice to meet you Steve. I have heard a lot about you." I was not sure what she had heard from Ken about me, but I said, "Nice to meet you too." I moved away, but when I looked back over my shoulder, Sharon was still watching me. Mary moved into the center of the room and said it was time to eat. As we started to move to the dinning room, Mary said, "I have put place markers at the table, please sit where your name is." There were 11 of us in all, five couples and me. I walked in and found my name and started to pull my chair out, when Sharon moved next to me. "I seem to be seated next to you," she said as she looked at her name card. I pulled out her chair and helped her sit down. Ken was seated across the table from us, next to Marry and another woman. I smiled and sat down as well. I was seated at the end corner of the table and Sam was seated at the head, next to me. Sam toasted his lovely wife for the great time and the wonderful dinner we were about to eat. We all drank and I took my napkin and placed it on my leg. Sharon took at sip and did the same with her napkin. As she placed the napkin on her lap, her hand brushed my thigh and she let it remain there for a minute. She then placed her hands on her lap and looked over at Ken, who had swallowed his entire glass of wine and was looking for more. I caught her shake her head slightly and then sigh. Dinner was being served, so I thought nothing of it. During dinner I picked up my napkin and wiped my mouth. When I returned it to my lap, I found Sharon's leg close to mine, and let my fingers brush her thigh as I moved my hand back to the table. She did not move her leg, nor did she make any facial expression what so ever. As I continued to eat, I moved my hand to my lap as my mother had taught me; however, I did not leave it there. I looked across the table and saw Ken was engrossed in his own talking, with the poor woman to his right. I moved my hand from my lap and placed it on Sharon's leg. I do not know what I expected, but she did nothing. She continued to eat as though my hand was not there. I took a bite and as I chewed, I moved my hand under her skirt. I was happy to find she was not wearing hose or stockings. Sharon continued to eat as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I leaned over to Ken and said, "dinner is great, I am glad you invited me." As I leaned over, I moved my hand farther between Sharon's legs and up her thigh a little farther. Sharon coughed slightly and put her hand in her lap to get her napkin. I was not sure what was going to happen, but she picked up her napkin, whipped her mouth and returned her napkin to her lap. She did nothing to move my hand. Sharon looked across the table and said to Ken, "behave yourself Ken." Ken looked back and said, " I am. What am I doing wrong?" Sharon said, "nothing, just don't overdo it." She went back to eating. My hand still rested on her upper thigh, under her skirt. I got a little bolder and moved it higher between her legs. Sharon stopped eating. I thought I was done for, but she only took her glass and lifted it to her lips. As she did, she opened her legs slightly. I moved my hand between her legs and felt a very smooth pussy. "She shaves," I thought to myself and felt my cock get harder in my pants. Now it was turn to stop eating and lift my glass. As I took a sip, I moved my finger between her pussy lips and found them moist. Setting my glass back on the table, I moved my finger up and down, between her lips and up to her clit. It only took a couple of strokes from my finger to make it hard. She coughed again and I moved my hand from between her legs and up to the table, grabbing my napkin as I did. I took my hand and moved my napkin to my mouth. I inhaled her scent as I pretended to wipe my mouth. I glanced at Sharon who was putting a bite of her dinner into her mouth. She glanced back ate, then looked back across the table to where Ken was sitting. I looked across as well and Ken was drinking wine as if it was soda. I shook my head and turned to Sharon and asked, "what do you do Sharon?" She turned towards me a little, her knee touching my leg. I move my hand down to my lap and then moved it between her open legs. At this angle, I had no trouble moving my fingers right to her now wet pussy. Sharon said, without acknowledging my fingers on her clit, "I stay home alone all day, work out and wait for Ken to come home." As if flicked her clit with my finger, she closed her eyes and turned back to finish eating. I pulled my hand from between her lips and to the table. I touched my plate and as she watched I sucked her juice from each of my fingers. Dinner was soon over and we all adjoined to the living room again. Sharon was at Ken's side and I was talking with Sam. I looked and saw Sharon move to one side of the room and I slowly made my way over. Talking and laughing as I went I was soon next standing next to Sharon. Looking over my shoulder at the guests busy in conversations and Ken involved in his own, I whispered in Sharon's ear. "I am going out back to the veranda. I will be waiting for you." I then made my way to the kitchen and out into the backyard. I seated myself on the far side of the veranda. I could see the kitchen door from here and if anyone came into the backyard. A few minutes later I saw Sharon come into the yard. "Here," was all I said. Sharon moved to the veranda and stood in front of me. I looked up into her eyes and said, " I would like to see what I played with during dinner." Sharon dropped her hands to her sides and pulled her skirt up. I watched as her shaved pussy came into my view. I smiled at her and then said, "I am going to show you how hard you have made my cock." I did my pants and opened them and pulled my hard 8-½ inch cock free. Sharon's eyes dropped to my cock. I saw her eyes widen slightly and then I said, "drop you hands and come over her and get a good look at my cock." Sharon hesitated a second then dropped her dress. She placed her hands on my knees and knelt between them. She looked up at me and I moved my hand to the back of her head. "Do you like to suck cock, Sharon?" I asked as I pulled her head forward. Sharon slid her hands up my thighs and rested them on my waist. She opened her mouth as I continued to pull her head forward. I felt her head move away from my hand as she dropped her mouth over my cock. I moved my hands to the bench and looked towards the back door as she started to suck my cock. Sharon first moved her tongue around the head then dropped her mouth onto my cock. My cock moved easily into her throat. When her nose was in my pubic hair, I felt her lips move around the base of my cock as her throat contracted around the head. Damn, I though, this woman can suck a mean cock. Sharon then started bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock. I felt her hands tighten on my hips as she sucked harder and faster. Up and down, she bobbed her head and every few minutes would swallow my whole cock deep into her throat. Her hands clinched my hips harder as she bobbed her head faster. I felt the tingle in my balls and moved my hand to her head. "I am going to cum, Sharon, swallow it all." She sucked harder and when she felt the first spurt of my cum, hit her throat, she swallowed my cock whole and sucked me dry. I finished shooting my cum in her mouth,. She did not stop sucking, she laid her head on my thigh and sucked and licked my cock. Sucking softly as it grew soft in her mouth. I lifted her head and looked into her eyes and told her to stand on the other side of the veranda, looking at the door. She pouted slightly then did as I told her. I stood and walked over behind her. I lifted her skirt over her ass and moved my hand between her open thighs. G-d was she wet. I took my cock in my hand and stroked it a couple of times. My fingers in her wet pussy and my stoking had my cock hard in no time. I rubbed the head up and down between her wet lips, resting the head just between her lips. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled back hard as I slammed my cock deep into her pussy with one thrust. She muffled a scream with her hands as I started to fuck her hard and fast. Moving her hands to the railing she pushed back onto my cock as I slammed into her open wet pussy. Sharon was grunting as I fucked her. "Unt, unt, unt." Each time I slammed into her, pulling her tight onto my cock with my hands on her hips. Over and over we fucked each other harder and faster. I finally told her I was going to cum. Sharon pulled her pussy off my cock and turned. She went to her knees and grabbing my hips, pulled my cock deep into her mouth. Sucking with abandon, she bobbed her head until I started to cum. Again, she swallowed all I had to give her. Just as finished sucking my cock clean and I pulled her up to kiss her, the backdoor opened and Mary called out, "Sharon, your husband has passed out on the couch." Sharon turned her head after kissing me and said, "I am cumming right now, Mary." She smiled at me and walked out of the veranda and towards the back door. When they had entered the house, I waited another minute before rejoining the party. I heard Mary tell Sam, "You invited him, so you have to make sure he gets home." I walked over and said, "I will help you get him to the car, Sam." I reached under his arm and Sam got the other. Sharon looked slightly embarrassed by Ken's behavior, but said nothing. Sam and I took Ken to the car and loaded him in the back seat. I closed the door and heard Mary telling Sam, "You have to make sure she gets home and him into the house." Again I interrupted. "Mary, I was going to leave now anyway. You two still have guests inside. I will follow Sharon home and make sure she gets Ken inside, then I will go home." Mary said, "are you sure, Steve?" "Yes," I said and opened the door for Sharon. I kissed Mary on the cheek and thanked for a wonderful evening and then shook Sam's hand. He shook mine harder than usual and smiled at me as I got into my car. I helped Sharon get Ken to the couch. She put a blanket over him and then walked me to the door. I stopped her and pulled her to me. She lifted her head and I leaned down and kissed her. My hands moved to her ass and squeezed her cheeks as we kissed. I leaned into her ear and said, "Show me your bedroom." She looked over her shoulder at Ken and then took my hand and led me to her bed. I left four hours later and have been back many times since then. Sharon, I found out was very submissive and loved being told what to do. Want to hear more? Let me know... The Dinner Party Sir Josiah Pinchpenny walked from his dressing room into his wife's boudoir where Eleanor sat at her dressing table wearing nothing except her peignoir. She had an elegant body for a woman of 55 yrs. Her breasts were still firm, the aureoles a deep dark pink and nipples a light red. From experience he knew that the nipples could deepen to brown and the aureoles to a purple red when she was stimulated. "Have you showered yet darling?" he asked "No not yet, do you want a fuck?" she replied opening his bathrobe and giving his huge tool a squeeze. "I'd love one darling but let us save it until later, see how the evening develops" he said as he cupped one of her delightful breasts. His wife smiled up at him. "Our guests, have you actually made a decision who is to be promoted to the Board," she asked, "or does it all rest on which wife is happy to grant you favours?" He pondered her question. Peter Squires, aged 38 Head of Marketing was brilliant at his job. His wife Beryl aged 36 was attractive but kept herself in the background. Henry Jameson, 48 Accounts Director, working hard for a seat on the board was extremely hard working and had a good brain. His wife Anthea 45, statuesque, well educated and very articulate. Alexander 'Sandy' Duncan, aged 42, Head of Engineering, had saved the company thousands with his engineering acumen. knowing when to buy in new machines and change engineering methods. His wife Moira, outwardly a strict no-nonsense woman. Always exceptionally well dressed, well spoken and showed a fine figure to advantage although she mostly was seen wearing a business suit as she was the Departmental Head of a fashion house. "Well, you are partly right, as usual. The three men are vying for just the one seat, although they are not aware, work-wise they are exceptional but yes, I want to study, shall we say, the social graces of the ladies. Incidentally they are not aware this dinner party is part of the selection process" His wife laughed." Oh, don't be too sure, a switched on wife will put two and two together. Oh darling, I know just what you are looking for, which wife will give you a good sucking and a good fucking and which husband will be happy for you to do it. As for me my love, I just hope the right man for the job has a big dick too to satisfy my needs when you are fucking the wife. On the other hand, of course, I hope the wife of whoever you pick will be happy to go down on me." It was her husbands turn to laugh. "Eleanor you are incorrigible and I love you. What are you wearing this evening under that delightful gown you bought?" "Oh my love I am not going to ruin the looks of a £500.00 gown with bra straps or a panty line. I shall wear nothing underneath." "Hmm now that sounds to me to be excessively naughty especially as the dress is rather short." Josiah returned. "It may well be, It might get a few dicks up and you never know dampen a few pussies too." She looked at the small clock on the bedroom wall. "I think they will be arriving in about an hour and a half. We had better start getting ourselves ready. I know cook will b ready on time, have you told Simms to be prepared to serve drinks from 8.0 o'clock?" "Dont fret darling, Simms does not need to be told he will be ready." She wrinkled her nose. "I was just preparing you in case he thinks he has time to shaft Doris before dinner." They both laughed knowing full well that Simms took his Butling duties seriously and even though he was fucking Agatha the cook and her daughter Doris he would not fail in his duty... ...Meanwhile... Part 2 - THE SQUIRES MODERN DETACHED (that evening) Peter Squires, already dressed in his suit except for the dinner jacket impatiently urged his wife on. "Come on Beryl, we shall be late if you are not careful. Do you have to wear all that jewellery? Its only a dinner party at the bosses house, we are not off to Buckingham  Palace." he said, deflating her as usual. Beryl Squires was sure that the evening was a step towards the boardroom although peter didn't, 'What the hell is it to do with you women.' He had snapped when she had suggested it. She herself, inspite of being very shy in company, had tried her best. her gown was exquisite and showed her figure to the best advantage in a modest kind of way. She checked her lipgloss, made sure her eye shadow was okay and then announced that she was ready. "Bout time too" grumbled Peter picking up his dinner jacket. His bow tie was crumpled and far from straight but as his wife went to straighten it he told her to stop fussing. Pt 3 THE JAMESON RESIDENCE. (that afternoon) It would have been extremely difficult for Anthea to be articulate, She was kneeling on the bedroom floor with her lips wrapped around her husbands 10" cock, licking and sucking the large purple head as one hand slowly wanked his curved dick. her other hand was buried between her legs as she played with her clit. "Oh God, no oh god darling, I'm going to fuck you." Needing no further bidding Anthea got to her feet leaned over the edge of their bed, opened her legs wide and sticking her arse in the air presented her open cunt to him. Henry slowly fed his saliva covered dick into Anthea's gaping hole, Pressing back she urged him on until his balls were hard against her mound and then he started to fuck her. Her own fingers were busy at her clit rubbing and teasing the rubbery nub. Having spent half an hour in foreplay neither were long in reaching their zenith and Henry slammed his cock in and out of his wife until she was sobbing with pleasure moaning and grunting both of them called "Yessssssss" at the same moment as Henry emptied his balls into his wife's receptive quim. Anthea lay back on the bed and henry gently tongued her slit as he licked his 'cum' from her swollen cunt. Afterwards they lay on the bed in a post coital happy daze and discussed the dinner party they were to attend. "Darling" Henry asked,"Do you think that old Josiah is sizing up the three of us before making his descision as to who will be invited to the board?" "I am sure of it, but I am also sure it is nothing to do with your competence at work. I have heard rumours about that old goat, and his wife." "Oh what rumours, come on give." he said. "You mean to tell me that you have never heard what a randy old goat he is. I bet you a tenner he will try to get into my knickers if not tonight, sometime soon." Andrea answered "Would you let him?" her husband asked. "Would you mind if I did, after all a fuck is only a fuck?" Henry smiled. "You have always been a randy bitch yourself, I bet you would love to have him fuck you. No I wouldn't mind, maybe he would let me watch." Laughing, Andrea gave him a playful thump." Yes, you would too and yes I would especially if fucking me means you get on the board. Anyway from what I've heard Eleanor Pinchpenny  would be testing you out for size and endurance." With that both drifted off to sleep for a short nap before getting ready for the dinner party. Pt4 THE DUNCAN RESIDENCE (Early evening.) 'Sandy' Duncan lay back in the bath, his wife was naked and squatting over the Bidet; 'Sandy' had just shaved Moira's pussy and he watched as she washed off the last of the soap. She then picked up the shower head and turning it on full directed the stream over her labia and on to her clit as she held herself wide open. Sandy knew what was going to happen and as he watched he leisurely wanked his already hard dick. Very quickly Moira began to moan and shiver as she built to a peak. He knew she was near her nipples stood out hard and getting up from the bidet she stepped into the bath and lowered herself onto Sandy's upstanding prick. Neither of them hardly moved, they had done this so often, Sandy felt the muscles in her cunt grip him, she leaned forward and bit his shoulder as he, in turn, pinched a hard outstanding nipple and with a quick shiver they both came together. Moira stood up, Sandy's cum dripping from her cunt, she pushed her mound towards him and he licked out every drop. After they has both washed and Moira had again used the bidet  they dried themselves and she lay on the bed as Sandy started to dress. "You think it will turn into an orgy tonight do you?" Sandy asked his wife. "Oh yes" she replied, "the man is an absolute lecher, I told you my mother used to work for him." "Well, I knew that but how did know about his sexual habits?" "Oh for Gods sake Sandy, dont you ever listen? He fucked her as often as he did his wife, she loved it, always has. Where do you think I get it from? God Almighty she would fuck you if ever you showed the inclination." "Sandy stared at his wife. "You cant mean that, I know your mother doesn't look her age but surely you cant mean..." he paused..." You do, if I showed the slightest interest in your mother you'd arrange it. My God you are unbelievable. You will tell me next you have had her yourself. You know I have never been concerned about your bisexuality but...No... Surely not...have you?" "Mmm dear Sandy I see you lovely dick has gone all hard again, what has excited you, the thought of fucking my mother or the thought that I may have already? Well, love of my life - God knows why I never told you until now but I was having sex with mum since I was 18." It was too much for Sandy, suddenly he shot a load of cum right across his wife's tits... THE MANOR HOUSE - 7.59pm That evening three cars arrived almost simultaneously at the Manor House. The guests had arrived. The Dinner Party When Stewart arrived at the dinner party with a life-sized mannequin tucked under his arm, Stella asked him if he would care to deposit it in the cloakroom where the rest of the guests had left their coats. Ignoring her, Stewart marched down the hall to the dining room. Stella scurried after him. The conversation stopped as he set the mannequin—dressed in a red satin evening gown, which was split to the thigh—next to the fireplace. All eyes were drawn to one of her legs, which jutted out from the slit. The guests held their breath as Stewart arranged her so that she balanced against the mantelpiece, then gave a collective gasp as the mannequin toppled to the floor. From her prone position, legs sticking up stiffly into the air, it was clear that she wasn't wearing panties. "How to handle this?" wondered Stella, as Stewart lifted the mannequin back to a standing position. She watched in amazement as her husband, Graham, walked over to Stewart and handed him two martinis. The mannequin, thought Stella—from her gazelle-like limbs to her parted mouth, that gave the impression that she was permanently poised on the verge of saying something witty—was the epitome of everything that Stella had strived for and failed to achieve during tortuous sessions at the gym. As Stella walked towards her husband, a wave of anxiety rising in her chest, she had the distinct impression that the mannequin's eyes were following her. She tugged at his shirtsleeve. "What on earth are we going to do?" "Do?" said Graham, a tall man in the latter stages of baldness. "About what?" He speared an olive and plopped it into a glass. "About Stewart. Don't you think he's behaving a little oddly?" She looked over to the mannequin's martini glass, which Stewart had lodged between her fingers, where it remained untouched. Graham chuckled. "Yes, quite amusing isn't it?" "Well, I don't know," said Stella, feeling a little faint. The mannequin was still looking at her, this time she was certain of it. Her head had twisted to the left, and her gaze was trained directly on Stella. Stella walked backwards towards the kitchen, tugging her fitted black dress towards her knees, wishing she had worn something looser. She usually considered her legs to be her best—well really, only—feature and had worn the dress to show them off, but since the mannequin had appeared on the scene she was convinced that the tight dress only emphasized the world of difference between her hippo-sized backside and the mannequin's slender haunches. She shut the door behind her, took a gulp of air and began to stir the Cassoulet, which was bubbling on the stove. What on earth, she thought, licking the spoon absentmindedly and setting it aside, had compelled her to put on a pair of black hold up stockings this morning, as well as a rather provocative thong? As she began to mix up a chocolate soufflé the question continued to niggle. It was hard for her to admit her motives to herself, but, if she was honest, the donning of the outfit had been a practical response to Graham's recent lack of sexual interest, and she was nothing if not practical, she thought as she whipped up the soufflé a little too vigorously. She could only hope that after the guests had left the sight of her saucy undergarments might bring forth some sort of response from him. She poured the soufflé mix into individual serving dishes and slid them into the oven, flushing as she thought of the mannequin's eyes and the way they had followed her. She hadn't felt this way since she was fourteen and had had a crush on Miss Charlton, the gym mistress. Her insides felt all gooey as she put the soup tureen onto the hostess trolley and wheeled it into the dining room. To her dismay, she saw that the only seat left at the dinner table was next to the mannequin, whose chin was now propped in her hand, her head turned expectantly towards the empty chair. She could hear Stewart say to Graham, who sat beside him, "I've not known Carla long. It's very much early days …" Graham was indulging Stewart, Stella noticed, nodding attentively as he talked. Stella poured the soup into the bowls and put them in front of her guests. Because her friends had impeccable manners, no one had dared to ask Stewart directly why he was so insistent that this dummy—Carla, as he called her—was his girlfriend. But mannequin or not, both the other men besides Stewart and her husband were transfixed by the perfect cream orbs that spilled out of Carla's low cut gown. Not wishing to make a scene, she set a bowl in front of Carla. She would humor Stewart, as if he were a child with an imaginary friend. As she leaned over Carla to put a bowl beside Stewart she felt a hand brush the back of her leg, so that she almost dropped the soup into his lap. She looked at Stewart. Had he just touched her? No, it was impossible. He was still rambling on to Graham, "The thing about Carla is, she actually listens to me. Whereas with Dorothy (his ex-wife), I could hardly get a word in edgeways …" Stewart turned back to Carla and tied a napkin around her neck. As Stella sat down beside her she could scarcely believe her eyes as Stewart lifted her spoon, filled with cream of mushroom soup, to Carla's lips and tilted it. Some of the soup ran into the hollow between her lips, the rest spilled over her chin. "Okay darling," he said, as if responding to an imaginary voice. "If you think you can handle it on your own." He let the spoon sink back into the soup and turned back to his conversation with Graham. As she looked at Carla, at the viscous globules of soup that stuck to her lips, at her bright, vacuous eyes, she was vividly reminded on an image from one of those magazines that Graham kept hidden under his golf clubs in the wardrobe, of a girl who had just had a man ejaculate on her face. She would never let Graham do something like that to her, of course, although she had read somewhere that it was quite good for the complexion … She froze. Amidst the chatter that swirled around her she felt that touch again, and this time she was quite certain whose it was. Carla's hand was cupping her knee, then slipping under the hem of her dress. She turned to look at Carla, whose blank expression provided no answers. She clamped her thighs together over Carla's hand, which was surprisingly warm, quite lifelike in fact, not stiff and cold as she would have expected. She felt quite flushed, as she gazed at Carla's nipples, clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. "Go on," said a voice. "You know you want to." Stella's heart began to pound. Had Carla actually spoken to her? She reached down and pulled Carla's hand out of her skirt, trying to decide what to do. She was not one for making a scene in public. No, the best thing to do would be to take Carla into the kitchen and get to the bottom of this, woman to woman. She leaned across Carla to Stewart. "I'm just taking her to the kitchen to clean her up. She seems to have got a little soup on her dress." Feeling rather self-conscious, she helped Carla up. She was startled to find that Carla's limbs felt, not only like human flesh, but smoother, baby soft, and hot, as if there were molten liquid fizzing and bubbling beneath the skin. Despite the fact that her head was spinning and she felt unsteady on her feet, she put her arm around Carla's waist and carried her across the room. As soon as she pushed open the door to the kitchen, Stella was hit by a heady gust of chocolate. The chocolate soufflés! She had completely forgotten about them. Leaning Carla awkwardly against the washing machine she pulled the tray out of the oven, turned off the stove, then, flustered, spun around. "Now, what's all this about?" she asked. "What did you mean by touching me?" In response, Carla took a step towards her and pressed her mouth onto Stella's, prized her lips open and poked her tongue in. Stella was surprised to find that it was enjoyable—extremely enjoyable in fact—to have Carla's tongue in her mouth, darting about like a snake. She felt her body respond urgently, as it once had with Graham, many moons ago. A tingle ran over her skin as she felt herself becoming wet, very wet, down there. "Do you want to experience something different," whispered Carla, "or do you want to end up like them in there," she nodded in the direction of the dining room, "dead from the waist down?" It was no longer strange to Stella that Carla had been transformed into a pliable, fleshy entity, that right now Carla was pulling off her dress to expose the hairless expanse of her pussy. Stella, without knowing why, disrobed, ripped off the thong, and, clad only in the stockings and heels pulled Carla towards her, a reckless passion coursing through her as they sank to the floor. "You like me, hmm?" said Carla, kneeling up and scooping up a handful of the soufflé, then placing her fingers in Stella's mouth so that the warm chocolate melted on her tongue and dripped down the back of her throat. Carla took another dollop of soufflé, and began to smear it across her chest, laughing recklessly while Stella crawled over to her and began to lick off the soft goo that flowed between Carla's breasts. Then, breathlessly, she pushed Carla down onto the floor and started to probe Carla's pussy. Even after many evenings surreptitiously scouring Graham's naughty magazines she had never seen a pussy as pale and glistening as Carla's. As she licked at it she was surprised to find the taste had a remarkable similarity to cake batter, a mixture of vanilla and musk, with a light dusting of cinnamon. Her mouth tingling with anticipation, she started to devour her with her tongue. "Ooh," moaned Carla. "That feels sooo good." She lay flat on the floor, her chocolate smeared fingers squeezing her breasts together, as Stella probed her clit, drinking in the nectar that ran from it, until she felt an enormous surge of heat in Carla's pussy, followed by a tremendous shudder that shook Carla's body. Carla moved on top of her and Stella felt a silky soft length of leg, dripping with soufflé, slip in between hers. "This is so much more fun," said Carla, her hand moving over Stella's pussy and slipping two fingers inside, "than that boring old dinner party." Stella was so excited that she found herself shouting, "Fuck me!" as she closed her eyes, felt Carla's fingers twist inside her, then pull out to be replaced by a cold, hard object. "Sorry it's so cold," said Carla. "All I could find in the fridge was this zucchini." But Stella's pussy didn't seem to mind one bit about the coldness, as Carla plunged the zucchini in and out until finally Stella flailed against the slippery floor, her climax crashing over her. Stella opened her eyes and looked up at Carla, her eyes no longer blank but sparkling with lust. Her long white body was now completely smeared in chocolate. "What about my guests?" asked Stella, suddenly regaining her composure. "Oh God, yes," said Carla. "Quick, let's get cleaned up. Stewart mustn't know what happened. He's never seen me like this." She ran a tea towel under the hot faucet and began to wipe herself clean. "You mean, he thinks you're just a mannequin?" "Of course. He fell in love with me when he spotted me in a shop window." "You're having me on!" "No, seriously. He just marched right in and bought me from the shop manager." Carla wiped her neck clean of chocolate. "I was grateful. All that standing around behind hot glass can get very tiring for a girl." As she started to run the hot towel over Stella's shoulders, Stella felt her pussy begin to throb. "So Stewart doesn't know that you can come alive?" "No, and I don't want you telling him either. It's an easy life, just acting like I'm made of plastic. He likes to look at me, show me off to his friends, and doesn't expect much in return." She shrugged. "It suits me just fine." When they had both cleaned up and dressed, Stella leaned over to give her one last kiss, but even as she did so she felt the life leaving Carla's body, saw the eyes glaze over, felt Carla's limbs stiffen in her arms. She pushed open the door. "Sorry I took so long." All heads swiveled towards her as she carried Carla back to her seat. "The main course is just about ready to serve," she said, flustered by the fact that everyone was still watching her, their mouths hanging open like dead fish. Then, finally, the silence was broken and conversation resumed. "What is it?" Stella hissed in Graham's ear as she picked up his empty bowl. "Why did everyone look at me like that?" "It's your dress," he whispered back. "It's on inside out."