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Under the Table

By: ppcummings



A Collaboration Between 
Inner Heat (InnerHeat28@hotmail.com) & ppcummings (ppcummings@hotmail.com)

This story is the result of a co-written email exchange, told from both his and her perspective. We hope you have as much fun reading it as we had writing it! Ppcummings begins the story...

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This is how I imagine it if I were having dinner with you...

Yes, we all arrive at the restaurant together - you, a large group of mutual friends and myself. I have seen you in social situations before, and was smitten by your beauty, your charming personality, and your easy laugh. I have spoken with you once - I wanted so much to get to know you better - but we were interrupted. I mourned the lost opportunity. Unfortunately, our time together was too short to know if the attraction was mutual.

So when I see you sit down at the end of the table, I practically race to beat the others to the cherished seat across the table from you.

It is a hot, summer day, and it is a casual restaurant. We are all dressed accordingly. You are dressed in a short skirt with matching blouse; I am wearing shorts and a tee shirt.

During dinner, we are engaged in the group's conversation. But I want only to talk to YOU. I do notice though, the shy glances you send my way - perhaps you ARE interested?

With the meal finished, the group remains at the table, enjoying an after-dinner drink. I am talking with a friend to my right when I feel something brush against my bare leg. Was it you? I casually glance across the table in your direction, but you are talking to someone next to you. It must have been accidental. Disappointed, I resume my own conversation.

But I feel it again - this time more insistently. I look at you again - it WASN'T accidental - you are looking at me out of the corner of your eye with a sly smile on your lips.

As our eyes meet, I can feel your foot sliding up my calf, and a shiver courses through my body. Higher and higher skips your foot, until your bare toes are dancing along my knee. We ignore our dinner companions and focus our full attention on each other. The sensation of our bare skin touching is thrilling, and my cock is stiffening inside my shorts. How far are you going to take this, I wonder.

Quite far, as it turns out. Your toes are now raking up and down the inside of my thigh. You have a knowing smile on your face – yes you know the effect you are having on me!

By now my cock is fully erect and throbbing, and I am thankful for the tablecloth covering my lap. Your toes have reached the leg opening of my loose-fitting shorts. They press my shorts higher up my leg, and then dip inside the opening. Ever so gently, you touch them to my underwear, and press against my erection.

My eyelids flutter, and I shiver with lust. Your eyes are staring into mine, and you wear a knowing smile. You can see, and now feel, the effect you are having on me!

You leave your foot there, wedged into my crotch, and wiggle your toes. You are driving me crazy, but I want to do something for you! I glance around the table, and, seeing that no one is paying us the slightest attention, I casually inch my hand below the tablecloth and place it on your ankle.

But only for a moment, as I begin to slide my hand up your calf, gently caressing and stroking your smooth, soft skin. My touch is very, very soft, but firm enough to not tickle you. Ah, now it is your turn! I watch with delight as your eyes close, and your beautiful lips part.

Higher and higher up your velvety leg dance my long, nimble fingers, until my hand arrives at the hollow behind your knee. I lean forward in my seat to extend my reach, and my fingers began to crawl up your warm, inner thigh. I watch you slump lower in your seat. I am at the limit of my reach, but you desperately, futilely, try to allow me further access.

I wonder if your pussy is getting wet. I think it MUST be - I even think I can smell your arousal. But no, that can't be. I am so turned-on that I am probably incapable of separating fact from fantasy. God, I am aching to touch you, smell you, lick you...

I get an idea. Gently, I remove your leg from between mine. I can see the disappointment in your eyes, but I hope you understand what I want to do. I rise from the table, pulling my shirt over the front of my shorts, and announce quietly that I am going to the men's room. As I walk away from the table, I glance over my shoulder, and you are watching me. I am hoping that you will understand, that you will follow...

*****

My eyes watch as you move across the restaurant. I stand up and brush down the hem of my skirt, making it appear that it had ridden up while sitting. I follow the path that you took to the men’s room. I understood perfectly the look in your eye and your intention. The flare of passion I'd seen in your eyes as you leaned over to me was obvious. I'm certain that you felt the heat from my gaze as you walked toward the back of the restaurant..

Stepping into the dim hallway, I stop to allow my eyes to adjust. As I start to move forward, I feel someone step behind me and press himself up against my backside. I could only hope that it was you. I turn my head to the right slightly and a flood of relief courses through my heated body when I see you standing behind me. I lean back into you as your hands come around me to rest on my stomach. It is then that you realize that what I'm wearing is actually a mini-dress.

"God, I'm so hot!" you whisper in my ear.

"Mmmm, I know - see, feel this and tell me what you think." I whisper back. Taking your hand I slowly slide it down my body.

As you reach the apex of my thighs, my inner heat can be felt through my dress. I moan as your fingers curl in slightly to cup my mound. Quickly, as to cover my moan, you kiss me. The first touch of your lips is like a jolt of hot electricity. I give into the sensations that you have caused within me and turn toward you. My breasts are crushing up against your hard chest as my arms move around your shoulders. Arching my back, my hips push into yours. The evidence of our heightened sexual needs very evident in both of us.

"If we stay here, the others will come looking for us."

"I know, but I have GOT to have you."

"I feel the same way honey, but not here. Not in the hallway of this restaurant. Can we go to your house?" I ask.

"Honestly, we could, but I don't think I'll make it that long. Let's go to your hotel suite instead.”

“Alright. Give me 5 minutes and then follow. It's easier for me to go first because I can "hide" my arousal. You on the other hand..." I say, looking down at the bulge in your shorts.

Reluctantly pushing myself away from you, my body is crying out to be near you again. I walk past you back out into the restaurant. I could feel your eyes burning into my back. Stopping back at the table, I have a quick conversation with our friends telling them I'm tired and am going to go back to the hotel and relax.

As I gather my purse and jacket, I look back to the hallway. You have disappeared and I felt that you had probably dashed into the men's room after all. I'm surprised to see you already outside the restaurant when I exit.

"So much for the plan to give me 5 minutes, huh?" I murmur as I look into your eyes.

The desire is plainly visible for anyone to see. Fortunately for me, there is no one around us. Becoming bold, I slip my hand down to cover your cock; squeezing it gently, feeling it throb in my hand before letting go and giving you a soft, tender kiss(?)
 filled with promises of what's to come.

*****

I whimper with frustration when your hand releases me. I want to fuck you right here on the curb outside of the restaurant. But we can't of course, and so with a deep sigh I grab you by the hand and lead you across the dark parking lot toward my car.

I open the passenger side door to let you in, but I don't want to let you go, even for this brief moment. I grab you firmly by the hips, and push you against the side of the car. I press myself into you, and we kiss hungrily and passionately there in the parking lot. Our wet tongues dance together as I thrust my groin against yours. I'm delighted to feel you reciprocate, and we grind our crotches together in a charged frenzy.

My cock is aching inside my shorts and in my excited state I become bolder. I slide my hands from your hips and move them to your ass cheeks, sliding up the hem of your miniskirt as I go. As the dress creeps up, I'm amazed and delighted to find that I feel nothing beneath but warm, bare skin. My hands are cupping your bare ass cheeks, and my erect cock twitches violently.

"Oh baby," I moan. "If I had known you weren't wearing underwear in the restaurant, I would have attacked you on the spot."

My fingers roam hungrily, eagerly over your bare skin. I curl them into the warm space between your ass cheeks, and I am delighted when you moan into my mouth.

I am trembling with lust and desire. "Oh, I want to fuck you right here, right now," I whisper. I reach for the front of my shorts, and begin to urgently slide them down, over my erect cock.

"Oh Hon, no," you moan. "We can't do this...not here."

"I don't care," I reply in a trembling voice. "I need you now. And anyway, we're between two cars, and it's dark. No one will see us."

*****

The look on your face says it all. My body betrays my thoughts of "good judgment" as I feel you press into me. I glance around and discover that we are in a somewhat secluded area of the parking lot.

My eyes glide back over your body as my hands leave your shoulders to reach up and pull the pin holding my hair. Silently you watch as my long brown hair cascades down from the intricate French twist to rest at the middle of my back. As it settles, I lean my head to the side, letting it shower over my right shoulder.

As my tongue slithers from the wet heat of my mouth to lick my lips, your breath catches. When you exhale sharply, I realize that you have been holding your breath.

"Touch me," I whisper.

Amazing what two words can do for two people caught in the most basic primal need. No sooner were the words tumbled from my lips your arms were closing about my back. One hand falling to the curve of my bottom, the other threading through the thick wavy tresses at the nape of my neck. Your eyes cloud over with desire as your mouth descends toward mine. The erotic shock of your hands on my soft body makes my knees weaken. My upper body presses against yours as my hips grind into yours. Slowly, my skirt rises up my thighs as my body yearns for intimate contact with yours. My fingertips dig gently into your shoulders as our lips touch.

Your hands travel down my curves until your hands fill with my ass, lifting and pulling me into you. My legs wrap around your waist, bringing my sex flush against yours. I feel your cock jump and throb against me, the heat of my cunt enveloping your cock. Bending your knees slightly, you position yourself to penetrate me as you straighten. The feel of your cock nestled against my woman's center is a pleasure I cannot deny myself. Nudging you with my feet, I press my body downward, slowly impaling myself on your upthrust cock.

As you push into me, the desire floods my body once more. My head falls back and my mouth opens as a long sensual moan bursts from my lips. Your head bends down toward me. My neck is exposed completely to your lips and mouth. Your hips flex and push you even deeper into me.

The darkness encloses us - no one to hearour vocalizations. With your cock still buried deep inside me, you shift us to the side and down to the trunk of the car. Pushing me to my back you begin to heighten our arousal with long slow strokes into the velvety heat of my cunt.

My own needs are not willing to go slow as I reach for you. My hair fanned out behind me on the car, my back arches as my fingers brush your chest.

"Please, don't do this to me.. you KNOW I need you and how much I need you!"

"Shhh baby, enjoy this." you softly croon.

Lifting myself up off the trunk of your car I put my arms around your neck, pulling you to me in a frenzied kiss as my legs wrap tighter around your waist. As my mouth opens against you in a fleeting kiss, my teeth close about your bottom lip, and I nip you sharply.

"I do not WANT to go slow this time. There is always later to go slow, lover. Please, just fuck me. HARD!"

As you draw away, you see the look in my eye, but you do not say a word. You simply begin to thrust into me deeply. The urgency is plainly evident in both of us now. In an unspoken agreement, we know that we will have as much time as possible together, and you begin to lay me back on the car, your hands trailing erotically over my breasts and stomach.

*****

I push you back onto the trunk of the car and fiercely suck on your panting lips. I feel your warm hands roaming teasingly up and down my back, tickling and caressing me. I shiver in your arms as a thrill courses through my entire body.

My throbbing cock slides powerfully into the warmth of your clinging pussy. I can feel your muscles contracting around me, pulling me farther, deeper into you. I push against you with all my strength, rotating my hips as I do so, and my cock pushes deeper and deeper inside.

"Ohh GOD!" you moan around my tongue. "Fuck me!" 

To emphasize your lust, your long fingernails dig into my back, urging me on. Your legs are wrapped around my hips, pulling me deeper into you.

All worldly cares are forgotten as we fuck each other in our hot, primal passion. Our focus is only on each other and the raw pleasure we are giving each other. The sweat from our bodies mingles as we hump furiously against each other.

But I am momentarily startled by a soft giggle coming from somewhere over my shoulder. I can feel you tensing beneath me, and I half-turn to identify the sound. Through the semi-darkness of the parking lot, I see a young couple, walking arm-in-arm through the rows of cars. They are looking toward us and whispering to each other. We have been spotted, but I am far beyond caring. They walk off, and I resume a slow thrusting. My attention is once again focused on you.

"Is someone out there?" you whisper.

I look deeply into your eyes. "Hush," I reply. "They're gone."

You begin to protest - you are nervous about expressing our mutual desire so publicly. But I plaster my lips onto yours and snake my warm tongue into your mouth. I begin to fuck you harder again, and your moment of doubt passes.

The car is rocking gently beneath us. It is making a soft squeaking sound, competing with the liquid slapping of my cock pistoning in and out of your soaking pussy.

The desire to come is overwhelming me, consuming me. I sense that you are nearing that point also. You are breathing faster and faster in my ear. I want the moment to last forever, but I know it cannot last. No matter - there will be many more opportunities. I am going mad with lust, but I refuse to reach my climax alone.

"Come with me!" I whisper, as I nibble on your ear lobe.

"Oh honey, I WILL," you reply with a trembling voice. "Just fuck me hard!" You clutch my ass with your fingers, pulling me to you. I fuck you savagely and deeply, stimulating your clit with the base of my cock on each stroke. You are moaning continuously and softly - "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes....". I know that you are approaching your orgasm...

And suddenly, you are coming around my thrusting prick. "Oh yes, Oh YES, OH YES!" you whisper into my ear. You begin to buck fiercely against me, and I can feel your pussy spasm and grip me.

"Oh FUCK!" I gasp, and I am coming with you. My cock jerks inside your pussy, as my sperm shoots deep inside of you. My entire body shudders as I come in half a dozen long spurts. We are clutching each other tightly as we lose ourselves in the indescribable pleasure of our mutual orgasm.

*****

Slowly, my body relaxes after the crushing waves of my orgasm subside. You are still throbbing inside of me with the throes of your own orgasm. Tightening my inner walls around you brings a shuddering gasp from your mouth. 

My eyes look into yours and I'm lost. The heat and passion there is beyond any I've seen before. There is just something between us that neither I, nor anyone I've known has ever encountered. As our eyes indulge in silent play, my hands begin to roam over your body. It comes to my mind that I’ve not even seen you properly, and a small frown darkens my face. 

“What is the matter?” you softly whisper.

“I want to see you.”

With a soft laugh, “Oh you will see me… LOTS more.”

“That isn’t what I meant. I mean that I want to see all of you. AND SOON!” I say pushing myself up to my elbows. “I’ve no idea what any of you looks like… You on the other hand… are more intimately aware of my body than I am of yours.”

Very slowly you begin thrusting into me. Shaking my head… “No lover, THIS time… this time we will be in a bed with crisp sheets, fresh and clean from a hot, steaming shower, with nothing but time and energy on our side.”

The look in my soft blue eyes tells you that I’m not playing games… that I intend to have you in JUST that way. I arch my back into you, pushing my breasts closer to your mouth. With my position on the car, it brings your lips tantalizingly close to my nipples as they harden beneath the soft material of my dress. A shuddering groan is ripped from my throat as your teeth close about one nipple and gnash it gently between them. My fingers lace into your hair and hold you against me tightly. 

My own private thoughts are wild and quick to run through my head: “What is it about this man that has me reacting like this. I’ve NEVER done anything like this in my life, yet here I am thrown on the back of a car and have just succeeded in having the most wonderful coupling with a man I’ve ever experienced. Will he *moaning as your teeth grind once more about my nipple* touch me like this forever? God, help me, I don’t think I can endure much more of his ardent pleasuring.” 

As if you could read my thoughts, your head lifts from my breast; the twinkle in your eyes gives your feelings and thoughts away. “Come on.” It was more of a command than a request. As you separate yourself from my inner heat, the rush of cool air brings goose bumps racing over my skin. 

In hurried movements, you put your shorts back to rights and then help me off the car, tugging the hem of my dress down as my feet once more touch the ground. I stand there watching you. My hair lifting gently from my shoulders as the cool breeze lifts it. 

“Get in.” 

I do so readily, wondering what you have in store for me next. As you help me into the car, your hand lingers at my waist and you pull me back into you. Your hard chest against my soft back, my right hand comes to your cheek as I rub my cheek against yours. In these few short minutes you have become fully hard again, and push your hips against me. My bottom pressing back against you, without knowing I was going to do it, I turn within your arms and kiss you. My tongue dives into your mouth to dance with yours. My breathing quickens as it slams into me that you aren’t the only one aroused again. What is it about you that turns me on so quickly and so violently? 

”Please… please touch me. Your hands feel so good on my body.”

Needing no further urging, your arms tighten about me, bringing me full against you. Body heat mingles with body heat, not one inch of our bodies not touching. Pressing me back against the car the kiss deepens, as once again the red-hot passion threatens to come over us again. 

Your mouth is achingly gentle on mine as it trails down my neck and over my shoulder. Lifting your head you look into the liquid pools of desire that are my eyes, and whisper, “If you wish the next time to be in your bed… we’d best leave now.”


Under the Table



There was a crisp nip in the air as Nikki stepped out of the cab and onto the sidewalk in front of D'Antonio's Restaurant. She knew that a large percentage of the throng of people waiting outside the door were looking at her as soon as she stretched her long bare legs out of the cab. She knew that her short black dress had ridden up a little more than "acceptable" but she made no attempt to pull it down as she tucked her clutch between her shapely arms and shapely body. She moved a tassel of her curly blond hair from in front of her eyes and strode up to the maître d's podium.

"I'm meeting Clancy O'Connor for dinner tonight, my name is Nikki," she informed him.

"Of course, allow me to show you to your table, Ma'am," he answered with a huge smile and did a better than average job of hiding his ogling of her.

He escorted Nikki through the restaurant to a back corner booth partially closed in with a curtain which was tied open at the moment. Sitting in the booth wearing a navy blue blazer over a steel blue button-up oxford and a sly smile was Clancy O'Connor. He slid around and stood to meet Nikki as soon as she was close to the table.

"Hello, Delicious," he he greeted her as he kissed her lightly on the side of her long neck.

She didn't speak, just let out a low, short moan. He smiled. So did she.

He helped her slide into the booth, laying his large hand on the small of her back and allowing it to slip a bit lower as she moved around to the back of the booth. He followed her seating himself on her left.

"How was your day?" he asked her as he poured her a glass of red wine.

She looked at him and he saw that little grin that he knew so well. It said, "You silly, silly man, I adore you but..."

In this case, what followed the "but..." was not exactly what Clancy was expecting right then. Not that he hadn't learned that Nikki could catch him off guard easily, and he certainly knew and appreciated her willingness to shock him. But still...

She stared into his green eyes and in a soft whisper with a slight edge to her tone of voice, she informed him, "I have been touching myself all afternoon and the entire cab ride over here thinking about your hands on my body."

Clancy grinned. "Should we order first?" he asked.

"I said ALL afternoon and the duration of the cab ride over here," she replied with a bit more edge.

"I understand," he said, grinning bigger. "I'll just close the curtains and give us a bit more privacy."

Nikki clamped her left hand on his right wrist and spoke more forcefully "I don't think you do understand." She moved his hand down under the table and to the shifted hem of her dress. "I am in need of your attention immediately," she told him as she grasped his middle finger in her hand and dragged it beneath her dress, shifting her legs apart to make room for his large hand.

When the first thing his fingertips touched was warm and wet telling him she had not worn any panties, he raised his eyebrow and said in that deep command voice that made her shiver, "I understand now, Nikki."

She let go of his wrist and he slowly began stroking her swollen labia, up and down each lip then over to the other lightly touching her clit in the middle of each slow circuit. She was so wet it was starting to drip down onto the leather of the booth seat. He stared at her all the while he handled her, turned in his seat to nearly face her side as she stared straight ahead and out into the dining room.

The waitress came to the table and as though she and Nikki were able to communicate on some ESP level without words, she smiled slightly at Nikki, nodded and walked away.

"I'm having my appetizer right now," Nikki said to Clancy. "I want to savor every moment."

Clancy whispered directly into her ear, "You may not have room for anything else after." And as he said that he gently but quickly slid his middle finger all the way inside of Nikki's moist cunt, letting the heel of his hand slap up against her hard clit be what stopped the momentum.

She took in a sharp breath but kept her composure. "I can eat more than that," she responded.

He responded by slipping his pointer finger alongside his middle finger, up and inside of her and clamping down his palm over her mound. 

She convulsed slightly on the seat and he started a slow in and out motion with his fingers, sliding through her sopping wet lips. She tried to steady herself as she looked out into the busy restaurant, watching all of those other couples on this Friday night go about their dates, chatting away whilst she sat in this booth less than 20 feet away from the closest couple as her man fucked her vagina with his long, strong fingers.

He whispered again in her ear, "Is this what the lady ordered?"

"Mmmmm...," she replied. "More..." and she reached over to touch the bulge now rising in his trousers with her left hand. "I want to test the staff," she said dryly, unzipping his pants and reaching into the fly, moving her hand to grasp his warm, hard shaft through the fly in his boxers. She tugged it roughly and quickly, freeing it from its covers. His throbbing cockhead exposed to her peripheral glances down at her prize.

It was Clancy's turn to moan slightly as Nikki slowly and loosely stroked his erect manhood. "Is it to your liking?" he asked.

"Almost," she answered. Then she took her hand off his cock and bringing it up to her red-lipped mouth she licked her palm coating it with her saliva before she dropped it back down to his dick and wrapped her palm around his now pounding cockhead. He felt the warmth of her mouth on the hot, tight skin of his head as she squeezed it and begin pumping it slowly but rhythmically.

"That's better," she said softly. "But your other hand is idle." Using her right hand she reached across her chest and tugged on the side of her dress under the arm just behind her left breast. She loosened the opening there so that Clancy could see the entire side of her C-cup breast. "Reach in and feel my breast," she commanded him.

Clancy never even looked toward the dining room. A fact that she noticed and that made her even hotter. He reached his left hand into her dress opening from the side and it was then she realized she had not seen what he had done with his hand before he moved it where she told him. She knew instantly that he had dipped his fingertips in his ice water glass as she felt them grasp and pinch very tightly onto her large, erect nipple.

"Unfff..." she uttered as his hands encompassed her breast beneath her the front of her dress and he tugged her hard nipple away from the mound of warm flesh it was atop. At the same time, Clancy began pumping his fingers in and out of Nikki's pussy in an earnest and powerful rhythm.

She tried to keep up the pace jacking his rod as he finger fucked her and handled her breast. But he was dominating her and making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the attention he was giving her. She started involuntarily rocking her hips to meet the thrusts of his driving fingers, fucking his fingers back.

He watched her and noted her breathing. He knew, having taken her there so many times before, that his Delicious Nikki was close to cumming. He decided to add one more notch.

Clancy twisted his fingers slightly, that alone making Nikki twitch anew. Then he started lightly rubbing her little red bud with his ring finger. With each in-stroke of his fingers he gathered a little more of her honey dripping from her cunt onto the end of his ring finger and then on one slower in-stroke he pushed the tip of his ring finger into her tight anus.

Nikki jumped a little and her eyes popped open form the dazed position they had assumed. She felt his finger enter her and this time, it was she that was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, baby," she cooed, fucking his fingers as they pumped in and out of her wet cunt and he worked her breast. "Fuck your Nikki's pussy, Baby."

"Yes, Nikki," he whispered in her ear.

"Mmmmm," she said. "Fondle your Nikki's titty, Baby."

"Yes, Nikki," he whispered in her ear.

Then she shifted her hips slightly forward and met his next finger in-stroke sharper, pushing his ring finger past the second knuckle up into her anus.

"Oh my god!" she said louder than she had intended. She kept moving her hips as he drove into her.

"Oh my god," she said again, quieter this time and turned to face him. "Fuck your Nikki's tight little asshole, Baby!"

"Yes, Nikki," he whispered to her as she gripped his hard cock like she was holding on to keep from falling, gripping his fingers equally strong with her vagina as he fucked her in the restaurant, 20 feet from another couple oblivious to what was happening literally right in front of them.

She was getting close to cumming. She knew it. He knew it.

"Are you ready for me to make you cum, my Delicious Nikki?" he whispered watching her eyes roll, eyelids flicker and body twitch to fuck his hands.

She opened her beautiful, full lips and all that escaped was a breathy moan as her orgasm shook her body.

Clancy watched her come down from the heights of her orgasm, allowing her to relax before slowly removing his soaked fingers from Nikki's body. She watched him raise them to his mouth and felt a wave of pleasure building in her again as he licked them clean.

"What's for dessert?" he asked her.

"You inside of me in your car," she answered.

"Check please!" Clancy requested loudly. 



Under the Table



Sighing softly, I kiss you gently once more, then turn to get into my car. Surprisingly enough, we had parked next to each other in the parking lot and not known it. Your eyes open wide at the same time mine does - we look at each other and burst out laughing. The soft tinkling of my laugh draws attention to us from the other patrons of the restaurant coming out to their own vehicles. 

It is then that I fully realize what it is that I’ve just done. A bright flush creeps up through my neck and blooms in my cheek. 

“What have I just done?”

“You have enjoyed yourself thoroughly. And there is nothing to be ashamed of darling, Nothing.”

“B-but. I… we just...” I start to say, letting my voice trail to nothingness. 

“Shhhhhhh… it’s ok love. Did you enjoy it?”

“But we were in public”

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask once more.

“Yes” I whisper, “I believe that I did”

“Well, then, there is nothing to worry about is there? Everything is fine… I promise.”

Looking at you with open undisguised lust in my eyes, I whisper, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get to my hotel room… and FAST.”

The last thing I heard as my door shut was the sound of your laughter, as you knew it had just hit me that I loved what just happened. And that it would happen again was never a doubt in your mind.

- The End -



Under the Table



"C'mon."

He wasn't really looking at me, he was looking around the club and giving me a little pressure on my back. He didn't really have an expression, so I gave in. It made me wet.

I slipped under the table without turning to the side, just sliding down so I could feel the edge of the booth seat on my lower back, sliding down so my dress rode up. The floor was clearer than I expected, the carpet was expensive, the table just a little lower than would've been comfortable. He had his hand on the inside of his thigh, I could see the bulge, he didn't wear boxers or briefs.

I slid my hand up his shin, he liked it and slid down a little more in the seat. I undid his belt, it clinked, there wasn't really enough room to make it easy. I unbuttoned and unzipped, pausing to drag my nails down his thigh. I wondered how obvious it was that I was under there, it was dark and the table cloth hung down low, but my dress was short and I hadn't planned to kneel.

"Good." He tried to find the back of my head to urge me, he liked that, it made him feel even more like he was in control.

He wasn't hard yet, just chubby, his cock laid across his leg, lolling like some sleeping animal. I held it, feeling his balls against my hand and my pinky on the down stroke as I started getting him ready. He sighed, audible even to me, when my hot wet tongue kissed the inside of his thigh, the cleft betweeen his leg and torso, and then everywhere but where he liked it, under the head, to get him anticipating the rest.

He stroked my hair, I held his cock in my mouth, a few inches of it without licking or sucking, just letting him grow rock hard. With the first tentative undulation of my tongue, he was almost there. That's when the other pair of legs appeared, sliding up beside him and barely missing my knees. It was a red dress, white thong and black strappy four-inch heels.

I couldn't hear what he said, she was pushing up against him, he didn't miss a beat. He put his hand over mine, the one that was resting on his knee, and lifted it. He put it on her knee, sliding it up her thigh as her legs parted.

"Jesus." She whispered as I cupped her as well as I could at that angle, feeling the heat and the wetness all at once, smelling her ever so lightly over his musk.

His other hand pressed on my head, I sucked, stroking him as I moved my fingers to the inside of her lace. My revenge to him was not flinching as he would've wanted, he was big on overcoming reluctance.

Hard fleshy meat, soft shaven folds, hairless on her and curled pubic hair on him. The masculine and the feminine, overcoming my senses, I felt the tingle stir again between my legs. I stroked him while I tasted my fingers, she parted her legs as further invitation, I moved to her as I held him. I'd never been this close to a woman before, her smooth thighs tasted like some kind of sweet powder, like cake frosting. Her breath caught in her throat, I assumed he was kissing her. I wanted to kiss her, so, I kissed her.

I did the things that I liked being done to me, burying my tongue and feeling the slightest bit of suction. She had small lips, I pulled at them with my tongue, only a tiny part of my brain reserved for his pleasure. I touched her stomach under the cloth, one breast with the table pressing against my forearm, the dress holding me to her. She came, he came onto my arm with a warm sticky splash. She became wetter, 'gooey' would be a good word, 'juicy' a better one.

I found the number, tucked in my bra, that I'd planned to slip to the bartender. I had planned to diversify my interests, but this seemed better. I slipped it into the heart design on the front of her thong so he wouldn't know, but she felt it, her hand over mine.

She was gone before I came out from under the table.

Wiping off my arm with a cocktail napkin and taking a sip of my drink like nothing had happened. 



Under the Table



James pulled the big Chrysler to the front entrance of the Ritz Carlton, then turned his head and chuckled as he watched Louisa pull down the visor mirror to check her makeup for perhaps the tenth time during the short drive from the office to the hotel.

"You look beautiful," he said, and Louisa blushed at such an effusive comment coming from her boss, a recently-divorced man twenty-five years her senior. He looked pretty damned nice as well, she thought, in his dark blue suit and red tie. She was the first to admit that she loved a man in a suit, and he filled his out perfectly. The invitation had said 'cocktail attire'; she hadn't known what that meant, but hoped her green halter dress and black shawl would not be out of place.

It was the MAEM Awards. Though she'd asked repeatedly, Louisa couldn't remember what the acronym stood for, but she knew it had something to do with marketing. She had only worked at the magazine for a month or so when James asked if she'd like to attend the dressy shindig with the rest of the staff, and naturally, she had said yes. Not because she gave a rat's ass about the advertising business, of course, but because it would give her an opportunity to make her move. After tonight, she might well be unemployed, riding the next bus back to Indiana. But after weeks of analyzing and fanaticizing, she was ready to risk it all.

Inside, about six hundred people, mostly impossibly attractive, impeccably dressed and coifed advertising executives, packed the Grand Hall, milling about and making liberal use of the bar. The theme was something Spanish-related, apparently, as a salsa band blared and flamenco dancers whirled on a raised platform at the front of the room. Then, directed by some imperceptible signal, everyone broke from their chatty clusters to array themselves at tables of ten. Louisa slid into the chair beside her boss as the lights dimmed, a massive screen appeared, and what promised to be an interminable multimedia presentation of winners began.

"Get comfortable – this is going to take a while," he said to her as he poured her a glass of wine. Had he been keeping track, he would have realized it was her fourth.

Beneath the table, James's legs bumped Louisa's, but neither of them pulled back or muttered apologies. They were knee to knee, wool suit pants touching silken leg. Impulsively, beneath the folds of the tablecloth, Louisa gently put her hand on his upper leg and squeezed.

James glanced at her, a bit surprised, and smiled. Louisa smiled in return and moved her hand slightly, a bit higher.

As the hubbub around them continued, and as the Chablis worked its magic, Louisa felt herself grow moist at their proximity, and excited at the prospect of forbidden touch. On James's left sat Bebe, his publisher, and around the table sat the president of an advertising agency and partners in two real estate firms. They chatted amongst themselves, chuckling and pouring more wine.

Louisa's hand hesitated, then moved up further until she encountered an obstruction that was clearly not bunched fabric. He was erect, and his organ was splayed across his thigh, stretching and straining to reach her waiting fingers. How far would he let her go? She glanced at him and noticed that his forehead was perspiring as he attempted to make casual conversation. But he made no move to stop her. 

So she moved her hand again, her fingers gripping his zipper and slowly pulling it down. He seemed to take a deep breath and close his eyes, just for a second. Then he valiantly resumed a conversation about escalating home prices in east Orlando. Reaching inside and pushing away a second layer of softer material, Louisa grasped the shaft and pulled him free. 

He was thick - her fingers were a fraction of an inch shy of totally encircling him - but that was moderated by a more modest length. As she explored him further, she encountered the bulbous, velvety-smooth head sitting atop the shaft. Running her thumb over the tip, she found a drop of slick seepage, and spread it liberally. Reluctant to move her hand too rapidly for fear of calling attention to her ministrations, Louisa continued holding the shaft tightly in her fist, rapidly rolling her thumb over the increasingly swollen and lubricated head. She knew it was the most sensitive part of the penis – almost too sensitive to stimulate directly – but still, he made no move to stop her.

Taking a sip of wine and trying desperately to seem interested in Bebe's chatter, James took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbed at his forehead. At a break in the conversation, Louisa leaned over and, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear, whispered, "I want to make you come. Put your handkerchief down there to catch it. "

James said nothing, but discreetly took the handkerchief and laid it in his lap, placing it atop his organ and the hand that grasped it. 

Sensing that it would take a bit more to put him over the edge, Louisa slowly slid her fist from the base to the tip, gently pumping until she felt him grow thicker still in her hand. He enclosed the handkerchief around the tip as the spasms began, releasing stream after stream of hot semen. Designed more for show than utility, the handkerchief caught some, but the rest oozed over her hand as she squeezed, released, and squeezed again.

"Would you like some coffee, sir?"

Gripping the table and grimacing, staring straight ahead, James didn't hear the server holding the stainless steel pot.

"James, pay attention," said Louisa, speaking up for the first time since they had sat down. "Are you thinking about work again? You've got to learn to relax." Beneath the tablecloth, she felt him shrink and retreat, and she carefully tucked him back inside.

"Let's get out of here," James suggested when the server departed. "I mean, do you want to?"

A coy smile played upon Louisa's lips. She'd dreamed about doing these things to her boss, creating elaborate scenarios in her mind as she lay in bed, a hand pressed between her legs, but had never imagined that she would ever become emboldened enough to act upon them. She traced circles, then the letters of her name on James' knee, and replied, "Of course I want to, silly."

The awards ceremony had just begun and their category had not yet been presented, but at the moment, that was of little concern to James. He bid farewell to his dinner companions, tossed off an excuse to Bebe, and rose from the table. If not for the intoxicating combination of wine and Louisa's touch, he would have realized that this departure appeared somewhat suspect, but that was of little concern to him as well and he followed her out of the banquet hall.

How convenient it was that the gala was held in a hotel, Louisa thought, as James crossed the sprawling lobby to check into a room. She hung back, trying to look inconspicuous, but found it hard not to giggle. She had wiped the product of James' climax on her napkin, which she had then tossed on the chair upon their departure, and the thought of the hapless busboy who would find it was almost too much. But she successfully composed herself as he returned to her side, room key in hand.

James and Louisa strode casually to the elevator, but as soon as the doors drew closed behind them, they pounced upon each other. The meeting of lips was tender at first, then aggressive as their tongues thrust and swirled with abandon. Her arms flung around him, Louisa ground her body against his, desperate to relieve the urgent throbbing in her womanhood. She tensed with anticipation as his hand reached beneath her skirt, but it dropped away again as the elevator came to a stop on the third floor and a middle-aged woman holding an ice bucket walked on.

"No machine on my floor," she explained to the disheveled couple, now standing a respectable distance apart. Another floor and she was gone again, and they snapped back into their desperate embrace as the elevator climbed to the top of the building. 

James fumbled with the plastic key, one of those electronic, credit-card-style devices to be inserted in a doorfront slot. The tiny light flashed an annoying red. "Goddamn it," he said, tugging at the door handle and rattling the frame. 

Louisa giggled, took the key, turned it over and inserted it again. This time, the light flashed green, and the door opened. "You had it backward."

"I suppose I'm kind of anxious to get in," he replied as they entered and surveyed the room. A king-sized bed, plush with a billowy, white comforter and an assortment of oversized pillows beckoned. The door closed behind them, plunging the room into cozy and welcoming darkness. James rushed to the window to pull the curtains against the sinking sun, then noticed the view. There in the distance, far below and toward the horizon, was Cinderella's castle and the Epcot globe, two tacky but ubiquitous tourist-town icons.

Louisa stood by his side. "It's pretty."

"No, it's ugly."

"You're right, it's ugly," she agreed with a laugh. "I just didn't want to insult your town. After all – South Bend!" The downtrodden, bucolic town was behind her now. He hadn't rebuffed her advances, hadn't plucked her hand from his leg with a scornful glance. It thrilled her to think that maybe he'd dreamt of this moment, too. 

They turned to face one another, and didn't speak for several seconds. Then James put his hand on her cheek and bent down to kiss her. She turned her face upward and their lips met, then parted. Through his trousers, James's erection strained against the wool and nestled against her abdomen, and he wondered if she could feel it.

His question was answered when her hand dropped to his waist, then below. She rubbed his inner thigh, then moved quickly to the cylindrical bulge, which pointed awkwardly upward and to the right. "There you are," she whispered as her palm caressed its length.

James took a deep breath and slowly raised Louisa's skirt. He felt the baby smoothness of her upper leg, then moved his hand toward the front, where he felt found a thick, luxurious triangle of hair and a warm, damp opening below. Going commando, he thought. God, she felt good.

He moved his hand down further, until his fingers slid into the moist folds below and were engulfed there. Louisa gasped and trembled as his two middle fingers began to move, slowly at first, then in a faster, tighter, more circular motion.

"Oh, God," she whispered, breaking a kiss and burying her face in his chest. "Oh, Jesus. Stay right there. It's going to be huge." Louisa's breathing became unsteady and her moans became louder. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her fingers dug into his shoulder. Her knees buckled as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure washed over her. 

With his arm around her waist, James held her upright as she gasped, the orgasm seeming to peak, retreat, then peak again. She thought for a moment that she was going to faint. He kept his fingers resting at the center of her passion, but held them still as her breathing slowly returned to normal and she found her balance.

"That was incredible," she said, then kissed him deeply. "I didn't know it would happen – well, so quickly."

"It's fine," he replied. "You're not finished yet."

"No, I know I'm not. But now you. Let me please you."

Being a man, and a relatively sane one at that, James did not protest to Louisa's whispered plea. Her small, graceful hands quickly unfastened his trousers again, then reached inside to grasp his rigid manhood. It was already slick and glistening, and she stroked the flesh with a teasing finger. "Hello again," she murmured.

They took a few backward steps; James sat on the edge of the bed and after a brief kiss, Louisa dropped down to kneel between his legs. After giving him a winning smile, she took his head in her mouth, gently caressing it with her tongue. She wrapped her hand firmly around the base of his erection, and began to pump with a steady speed. James's breaths were quick and heavy as she leaned in further, slowly consuming him entirely. She dragged her tongue down the underside of his length, then pulled back slightly as she felt him grow stiffer still. Her hand resumed its massage and her tongue swirled anxiously. 

As she worked, she again felt herself throb insistently for him. Without breaking rhythm, she spread her legs just far enough apart for her free hand to drop between them. She ran a finger up her damp channel to her protruding little clit, giving it the attention it craved as James looked on in appreciative delirium. Glancing up, she saw that his eyes were half-closed and his lips slightly parted, but for a moment, he met her gaze and smiled. Soon, she realized, she would taste what she'd been hungering for. 

After a deep, low groan, he climaxed, a series of spasms shuddering throughout his body. Louisa gulped down the salty-sweet release and sighed happily for him, taking almost as much pleasure in his orgasm as she had her own. Lightly, sweetly, she kissed his sensitive tip once more, then climbed up to join him on the bed. "Was that all right?" she asked.

"Wow!" James exclaimed breathlessly as he lay down, literally and figuratively drained. "I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. Did you mind?"

She shook her head with a smile. "I wanted you to." Sitting Indian-style, she held his damp, deflating organ in her hand. The thick, throbbing hard-on that had dwarfed her hand and filled her mouth was now small and soft, the head shyly retreating into folds of loose skin.

"It's not much good to you that way," James remarked, nodding toward his incredible shrinking penis. "I may need a little time before..."

"We've got plenty of time," Louisa said, gently squeezing him between her thumb and forefinger and, somehow, coaxing one last drop of fluid from the tip. Then she reluctantly let go and lay down beside him, kissing his cheek.

As they embraced, they moved to the center of the bed and began to remove their clothing. James reached behind her neck to undo the halter top of her dress, letting it fall away to reveal a pair of flawless, alabaster breasts. They were larger than he expected, and tipped with small, rosy pink nipples that hardened at his touch. He kissed one, then the other, flicking his tongue over the tiny points and causing her to moan. He wriggled out of his shirt and pants, and they were skin to skin for the first time. After another deep kiss, he moved down her tiny, curvaceous body, teasing her with his lips, until he reached her crotch, still open and inviting.

He kissed her there, gently at first, then harder, his mouth engulfing her and his tongue finding her most sensitive pleasure point. The taste was musky and warm as she began to grind herself against his mouth and chin, gasping and sighing as another climax began to build. Instinctively, Louisa lifted her legs into the air to give him better access, and his tongue began to work faster and more frantically. As the point of no return approached, she touched her breast and squeezed the tip with one hand while the other hand reached below and grabbed a clump of James's thick, black hair, pressing him further into her.

When her orgasm came, it was even more mind-shattering than the first had been. As it peaked then exploded, she made a noise that was something like a scream, but somehow more primal, from deep inside her chest. The convulsions continued for as long as James' tongue continued to work. "My God, I can't stand anymore. Stop for a minute. If I come like that again, I'm afraid it will kill me."

"But what a way to go," James said, lifting his head and gently stroking her tangled pubic mound with his hand.

"You got that right," Louisa replied as she sat upright and reclined against a mountain of pillows. James sat beside her, put his arm around her shoulder, and she rested her head against his chest. "But I want more. I want you inside me."

"Hey, I thought you said we had plenty of time," James reminded her. "I'm an old guy, remember?"

She looked down as saw that his flaccid member had already plumped up a bit. She held it gently and felt it firm up even more. "I can get you back there again," she said, lowering her head and burying him in her mouth.

He was easy to swallow in a flaccid state, and Louisa took him all the way to the hilt, her nose buried in a mat of curly black hair. She swirled her tongue around its spongy shaft, savoring its softness. Then she slowly pulled back, the head lodged between her lips, stretching it like a tiny slinky. It stiffened and expanded in her mouth, growing thicker and longer. The head, small as an acorn just moments before, swelled and ripened like a plum, and the folds of loose skin became taut.

"See? There it is," Louisa said, clearly proud of her ability to excite him.

"Jesus, babe, you're going to wear it out," he chuckled. 

"Like you said, what a way to go," she answered as she gripped his length with two hands, one atop the other, and began to move them slowly in unison, up and down.

"Is that good?"

"You've got to be kidding."

Louisa smiled then changed her grip, interlocking her fingers and encircling the base. The strokes were tighter now, and faster. James' breathing became ragged.

"I want to be up there," Louisa said, careful to slow her pumping motion before he ejaculated again.

"Come on then. I can't last too long."

"You won't have too," she promised as she straddled him, using her hand to guide him to her moist opening. She felt his head part her swollen lips, paused for a second, and then slid down his length until their public bones touched, their hair intermingled.

"Oh, Jesus," she whispered as his hardness filled her. She began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then faster as his hips bucked to match her rhythm. His hands reached up to caress her breasts as they jiggled and bounced. Louisa grabbed the headboard to steady herself for the explosion that was just seconds away and told him she was getting close.

"Me too," said James. 

"Hold out for just a minute," she pleaded. "That's all I need. Oh my God."

Soon she felt a familiar warmth in her genital area, and a tingling that spread from her loins to her breasts. So close. Just a minute more. Then, suddenly, she was coming – fast and hard. It wasn't unexpected, but it was quicker than she anticipated, and more intense than ever. This time, she did scream.

Indeed, Louisa was so transported by her own orgasm that she didn't notice James tense up, moan, and release. "That was it," he said, grabbing her hips and slowing the circular, grinding motion that had sent them both over the edge. "Sweet suffering Jesus, I can't believe it."

"Me neither," said Louisa, breathlessly. "Let me stay up here for just a minute longer, though."

She felt his hardness break and the fullness inside her diminish, but she continued to rub herself against his crotch, a bit more slowly and carefully now so his flaccid penis wouldn't slip out. "I think I can come again," she said, sounding a bit surprised. "Please, help me do it again. Then I'll give you a rest."

"Hey, who do you think you're giving orders to?" James asked mischievously. "I'm the bossman, aren't I?"

"Not here, not tonight," Louisa retorted, rocking back and forth against him. "Please?"

James reached across his stomach and caressed her at the junction of their bodies, his fingers rubbing the exposed outer lips while she moved her hips. In seconds, she began to tremble, her upper body flushed red and she came again, although less explosively this time. Finally, she collapsed on the bed beside him, laying her head on his shoulder and running her hand along his chest. She rested her left leg over his right and flashed him a killer smile. "Okay, now you get a break."



Under the Table



Some restaurants, posh ones especially have private dining rooms. They usually have just one table but are big enough to have a party of eight or so. My wife and me were invited to a private dining room at a French restaurant by a couple we know. I say 'a couple we know' because you couldn't call them friends, not really. We'd met them at a few dinner parties. 

I'm not even sure we liked them that much. They were swingers and tended to be boastful of their illicit adventures in inappropriate company. He was revolting to me and quite literally looked like an eighties porn star. Carl had a ponytail and well-groomed beard. I've never trusted men with well-groomed beards. His wife, Cherie, was hot, I guess, but hot in that over managed way. She had perfect nails and teeth. She was tall, slim and had a tan all year round. She had short over-styled hair with flicks and kicks. She had a good body, neat c cup tits and a tight arse. It was all too much though; she looked like one of those daytime TV presenters. She was too glossy and plasticky.

My wife and me would make fun out of them and their wife swapping stories. In truth I don't think we believed them. As we were getting ready I asked my wife; "Why are we meeting these people again? We don't like them do we?"

My wife was slipping on a satin dress that came down to her knees. It was not tight fitting, but stayed close enough to her body to show of her 34D tits and her wide hips.

"No we don't, but it was hard to say no," she said. "Plus I was curious."

"Fancy a foursome?" I ventured.

"No, not at all, but I'd find it funny if they tried. Anyway there would be six of us, they've invited another couple who we don't know."

Despite her dismissive nature I couldn't help notice that she was wearing her best black lace bra and panties, and was now putting on her most expensive perfume. She put on her highest black heels and we called a cab for the restaurant.

When we arrived we were shown to the private dining room. Cherie stood up to greet us, she looked startling, a short tight bright yellow dress, and high heeled sliver shoes. She looked almost comical, like some high-class hooker. Her lips were flame red, her teeth brilliant white. She wore too much make up.

My wife kissed her on each cheek. Carl remained seated with a shit-eating grin across his stupid beard face. The other couple smiled and said hello.

Sam was a plain, attractive man in his mid thirties he was holding his wife's hand, which made me warm to them instantly. Betty was a short sexy woman, with generous curves. She had a pink jumper that was a little tight around her big tits. She had a pencil skirt that was too tight around her fat ass. She had curly red hair, and a pretty face. Perhaps as the shortest woman in the room it was logical that she should be wearing the highest heels, bright red patent leather with a sexy ankle strap. She was also the only woman wearing tights, although they could have been stockings at this point I couldn't tell.

We sat down around the large round table. My wife sat next to me; next to her sat the sun tanned Cherie, and then Carl and Sam so that sexy Betty was on my other side.

The room was full of sexual tension. It was immediately obvious what Cherie and Carl's intentions were. We had been foolish to deny the true reason why we had come. We were repulsed by their swinging life style, but intrigued at the same time. Subconsciously we must have known what might happen when we got here. 

Despite the obvious nature of the evening, dinner started out normally enough. We ordered starters and main courses. The food was good; we talked about friends, family and jobs. Half way though the main course things started to get just a little weird when Betty placed her hand gently, but definitely on my cock.

This took me by surprise, but not as much as what happened next. I kicked my wife's foot so she could see what was happening. When my wife saw this woman's hand on her husbands cock and she went back to her food as if nothing untoward had happened. Betty took this as encouragement and started to massage my cock though my trousers into a lazy hard on.

"We meet Sam and Betty at swinging party," said Carl.

"I guessed," I replied.

"The first time we met was at an orgy at a big place out in the country," Carl continued matter of factly. "The four of us went to a bedroom and me and Sam shared Betty."

"You didn't join in?" My wife asked Cherie.

"No I watched," said Cherie. "Half the fun of what we do is seeing the joy it brings Carl. I love seeing him with other women."

"I like sharing my wife," said Sam. "and she loves to fuck other men with me there. We have only one condition and that's that Betty must only take my cum."

"It's a stupid condition," said Carl. "We took turns fucking Betty doggy style. Whilst one of us took her cunt, the other fucked her mouth."

"When Betty was ready, she asked me to come inside her." continued Sam. "Having seen my wife getting her face fucked by Carl, made me shoot hard into her. It was the biggest creampie I'd ever given her. My spunk was oozing out for ages afterwards."

Betty said nothing but continued rubbing her hand against my crotch, she was eating her food with her other hand.

Cherie was laughing, "Carl was so frustrated, he had been fucking Betty, front and back for over an hour, but she wouldn't let him come on or in her. I had to finish you off didn't I babe? I had to let him come in my mouth or otherwise he would have exploded. I was sitting there on a chair fully clothed and he just walked over and emptied himself in my mouth, that's all he could do!"

I looked to my right and noticed that to the other side of Betty, Sam had his cock out and was wanking himself slowly looking down at his wife's hand rubbing my trousers. Betty still refused to give me eye contact.

Carl was also quite obviously playing with himself. "All this talk is making me hard," said Carl. "I was wondering if anybody would like to crawl under the table and slip my cock into their mouth right now?"

Betty said nothing. Cherie said nothing. Carl was looking straight towards my beautiful wife. My heart was pounding hard and the stiffness left my cock a little. We weren't this type of people. We were faithful to each other and always had been. I was horrified by what me wife might do. I looked at her unable to speak.

My wife didn't react at all. She said nothing and didn't look at me. She took her napkin and gently wiped the sides of her mouth. She put the napkin down and lowed herself down in her chair and disappeared under the table.

I was in despair; my head was swimming. Without a word of protest my wife was crawling under the table to give this cretin a blowjob. All he had done was ask, and my wife got on her knees for him.

Carl had a big grin on his face. He could see my distress and was looking straight towards me. Cherie was also smiling and said to me; "What do you think of that? Your wife is under the table right now, she wants my husband's cock."

Carl was looking down under his side of the table. "Here she is, that's right slip it in, there you go, oh yes, that's right take it in."

My heart was still pounding hard, but the underlying eroticism of what was going on had not escaped me. A little stiffness returned to my cock, though I hated myself for it. The thought of my wife being unfaithful right in front of me was turning me on.

Betty responded to my obvious confusion. Still using just her one hand she unzipped my fly, rooted around my boxers and pulled out my now stiff cock. Nobody has ever wanked me quite the way Betty wanked me that night. She had extremely soft hands and gave long gentle strokes. She was so tender and it was so horny to have another woman's hand wrapped around my cock. In seconds my cock was at its full length, standing straight up, almost poking over the top of the table.

Sam was watching us from the other side of Betty. If he turned to his left he would get an eyeful of my wife with her mouth full of cock. He was giving himself a slow rhythmic wank.

I was startled to see a waiter enter the room. Nobody, except me seemed to blink an eye at this. "Would you like me to clear the plates sir?"

From where he was standing he must have seen that Carl was getting sucked off.

"Yes please," said Carl.

"And would you be wanting dessert?"

"I think we'll be fine, just leave us with the wine."

Three more waiters came in and quickly cleared away the table. Every now and then the table rocked as either my wife's head or ass banged the table top from underneath. The table was clear and the waiters left us alone. I heard a satisfied, muffled moan from under the table. My wife was enjoying herself. My wife was behaving like a complete slut.

"How is that blowjob honey?" Cherie asked her husband.

"It's great," said Carl, I wanted to punch him. "She has a small mouth, my cock is filling her mouth. She's looking up at me the whole time. Her eye's are showing me how much she love's to suck other mens' cock. Every now and then she takes my cock out and licks the shaft."

"Does your wife give good deep throat?" Cherie asked me. 

Before I had time to answer Carl said; "Let me ask her. Sweetheart?" he was looking down at my wife. "Would you take me deep throat? That's it. Take the whole length. Let me fuck your mouth."

Carl was rocking forward in his chair, trying get his whole cock crammed down my wife's throat. I heard my wife moan then I heard her cough and splutter. She had choked on his cock.

Cherie, looked down at her, "Was that cock too big for you sweety?" 

Betty finally spoke up, "No, it can't be. Her husband's cock is much thicker and longer than your husband's. She must have had a bigger cock than Carl's in her mouth plenty of times before." It occurred to me later that apart from the initial hello, these were the only words that Betty would speak all night.

"I shall have to see for myself," said Cherie, as she slipped under the table. I heard a giggle under the table, as Cherie must have must have met my wife. As I said before this woman, was initially unattractive to me. Too slim, too tanned, too...perfect. But seeing as my wife was sucking off this ugly oath and hadn't even bothered to ask me if I minded, now I wanted nothing more than to get some revenge by slipping my cock into this slapper's mouth. Before I knew it, Cherie's face was between my knees. Her face was covered in make up, carefully applied, but too much. She smiled her big cock munching mouth and then opened wide. Betty took my cock and guided it into Cherie's mouth. Cherie closed her bright red lips around my shaft. She shut her eyes and made the longest and most satisfied sound; "mmmmmmmmmm"

Betty continued to stroke the bottom half of my cock, whilst Cherie started to rock her head back and forth. She had her lips all over my helmet. She was leaving her sticky whore lipstick all over my cock.

Sometimes the wrong thing feels so right. Have you ever woken up and the middle of the night and found you've been having a sex dream about somebody at your work that you don't like? That's what this was like, the very fact that I couldn't stand this woman made me horny as hell, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard and quick up the ass.

Cherie took my cock from Betty now. She had my cock in her hand, she was digging her long red nails in, taking my cock in and out of her mouth, licking and slurping. She was the complete opposite to Betty, she rough and cruel with my cock. She craved cock like a greedy slut. She was hurting me but I loved it.

I looked over at Carl, he was rocking in his chair, still fucking my wife's mouth. I heard more moans from my wife. I was really enjoying this now and my previous fears were gone. I was completely turned on by my wife sucking this guy's cock and I loved that his whore wife, was taking my huge shaft in and out of her huge slutty mouth. 

Carl closed his eyes and let out a little sigh. I heard my wife let out a long stifled moan as the whole table shook.

Carl looked straight at me and said, "I'm terribly sorry, I appear to have come in your wife's mouth." The sick feeling returned to my stomach. What were we doing? How had I allowed this to happen? I felt sick, ashamed and jealous. Cherie took the whole length of my cock in her mouth, I became harder and longer than ever before. I wanted to take revenge. I wanted to fuck Carl's wife, I wanted to fuck her mouth and her cunt. I wanted to fuck her tight asshole. I wanted to fuck it hard, and quick and I want him to see it.

Carl, looked down at my wife's face. "Oh sweetie, you have cum on your chin." From where I was sitting I couldn't see. I had to imagine my wife's face with another man's spunk around her mouth.

I looked to my right. Betty had pulled her tight black skirt up high around her ass. She WAS wearing stockings; lovely, black, silky stockings with thin suspender belts. She was easing some skimpy lace panties down her curvy thighs. She got her legs apart. She was showing me her neatly trimmed red bush. She had a pretty, plump pussy. She took my hand and guided it down to her slit. I ran my fingers up and down her wet crease, and slipped in a finger. It went in easily.

Sam was just happy to watch his wife, jerking his cock all the while.

My wife reappeared from under the table. She was breathless. Her dress was pulled to one side her bra-strap was showing. Her hair was a mess. Her lipstick was smeared and she globs of thick white spunk all around her mouth and chin. Some of it was forming into droplet, hanging there, about to fall onto her satin dress.

She looked at me with guilt and shame all over her face but she knew it was too late for either of us to turn back now. She looked at me long and hard, with her fuck me eyes and scooped some cum off her chin and ate it off of her fingers. 

I was trying to finger Betty tenderly, as she had me, but it was hard with me trying to fuck Cherie's face so hard. Eventually I gave up and took my hand away from Betty's snatch. I took both hands to the back of Cherie's head, so that I could ram my cock down her throat and start to get a really good fucking motion.

Betty didn't mind. She pushed her chair back a little and put her heels up the table. Her sexy four-inch red stilettos were wide apart; her snatch was there for all to see. Carl's head appeared between her legs from under the table. He started to lap at her cunt with his tongue. 

Betty pulled her tight pink jumper over her huge tits. She really did have massive boobs. They were barely contained by an ill-fitting black lace bra. She put them out of her misery, by unhooking the clasp and letting her sexy bangers swing free.

Even with my wife present I had to say that this, curvy, big-titted red head was the sexiest woman in the room. She sat there with her stocking clad legs up high on the table being eaten out furiously by Carl. Sam made the vision complete by standing up and sliding his long cock into her mouth. She took it gladly. I didn't want to be left out; I wanted some Betty too. With Cherie still deep-throating me hard, I lent over and put my mouth around Betty's left tit. Once again, I wanted to be tender towards the beautiful silent Betty, but I could help myself. Before long I was just trying to cram as much of that gorgeous tit in my mouth as possible.

Betty had all the attention; she had Carl with his tongue in her cunt. She had her husband's shaft in her mouth and she had me licking, biting and kissing her tits. I had this horrible, high-heeled bitch on her knees, coughing and choking on my cock meat. My lovely wife was sitting a little away from the table. She still had cum over her face, but now she had pulled up her satin dress and had her hand inside her black lace panties.

Cherie finally withdrew from my cock, a line of spit still connecting her bottom lip to my helmet. I took my head away from Betty's boobs.

"You are so rough!" she said, screwing her eyes a little. "Would you like to fuck me that rough?"

She retreated under the table and turned around. She bought her ass towards me on all fours. I couldn't see her face anymore and that suited me fine. Her yellow dress was so short that it barely covered her ass. I pulled the tight dress up over her cheeks. She wasn't wearing any panties. She had an all over tan. Her ass was smooth, round and brown. She pushed up her ass so I could see her crack. Her pussy was freshly shaven.

I look at my wife. She had taken her arms out of her satin dress and pulled it down to her waste. She had unhooked her bra, and her 34D tits were hanging free. She had a hand in her panties; she was fucking her cunt with her fingers. How many fingers did she have up there? Three? Four? My wife didn't take her eyes away from me; she just nodded. She was saying, go on fuck her, do what you want, fuck another woman right here in front of me.

I guided my swollen bell end towards Cherie's slit. The lips of her pussy were twitching, I teased her, just brushing my cock against her cunt, barely touching. Cherie moaned and tried to move her ass and cunt back towards me. We both knew my cock was bigger than her husbands, we both knew she wanted something larger than she was used to.

I looked at her husband. He had got Betty's legs up high and was working his tongue back to her ass hole.

Sam had dropped his trousers and was fucking beautiful Betty's mouth.

Betty now had both her hands on her tits. She was pinching her nipples hard.

My wife had had enough of her skimpy panties and was pulling them down her long legs.

I pushed my helmet in between Cherie's pussy lips. Her cunt was warm and wet.

Cherie gasped; "Give me your cock, don't tease me!"

Carl was running his tongue around Betty's rim. His hands were pulling her fat ass cheeks wide apart.

Betty had her high heels up in the air. Her stockinged legs were stretched as high and wide as she could manage.

Sam took his cock out of Betty's mouth and slapped it around her face.

My wife kicked of her panties but kept on her black high heels. She sat back down and bought her knees up high and wide, stretching her pussy for me to see.

I pulled my helmet out of Cherie's slit. I pulled her ass cheeks aside with my hands. She had a tight little brown ass hole.

Cherie cried out; "Fuck me, bastard!"

Carl massaged Betty's cheeks and slipped the end of his tongue into Betty's puckered asshole.

Sam put his cock back into Betty's mouth.

Betty played even more roughly with her tits.

My wife stuck two fingers up her snatch.

I moved my cock around to Cherie's ass. 

Cherie's pussy juice glistened on the end of my cock.

Cherie reached round behind her and grabbed my cock; she tried to guide it back towards her pussy.

Carl pushed his tongue further into Betty's ass hole.

Betty's ass-hole twitched and grew wider.

Sam pushed all of his cock into Betty's mouth.

My wife had three fingers in her gaping cunt. She pulled her legs up higher. She moved her other hand to her cheeks. She pulled her ass cheeks apart.

From I was I could the ass-holes open ass-holes of three hot women.

I pulled Cherie's hand away from my cock and moved it back to her ass-hole. I pushed the helmet so it kissed her rim.

Cherie had the smallest ass-hole. Betty had the biggest. Betty took her hands away from her tits and helped Carl by spreading her ass cheeks wide for him.

Carl had his stupid beard face buried deep in Betty's ass crack. He ran his hands up and down Betty's stockings.

Sam fucked Betty's mouth, in and out, in and out.

I wanted to fuck Betty's mouth. I wanted to fuck Betty's tits. I wanted to fuck Betty's stretched ass-hole. I wanted both men to fuck my wife. I wanted to fill Cherie's tight ass-hole up with spunk.




Under the Table



My wife worked her thumb into her ass-hole. She had both holes filled. Three fingers on one hand up her pussy. The thumb on her other hand was up her back hole.

Cherie tried once more to reach around and move my cock from her ass. I pushed her hand away. I took Cherie's hips in my hands.

Carl groaned and tongue-fucked Betty's behind. Betty rocked back and forth trying to find more of Carl's tongue then there was. Her fat tits bounced up and down.

Sam had his hands on the back of Betty's head, and pulled her back and forth on his cock. He was staring at my wife.

My wife was working both holes with her hands. My wife was watching my cock sliding up Cherie's crack.

I took a firm grip of Cherie and thrust my cock into her tight ass hole.

Cherie screamed; "You bastard!" Her ass was so tight; I only got my helmet inside. I pulled back and rammed again. Cherie relaxed a little and let her ass-hole grow. She wanted it now. She wanted her ass full of cock. She rocked with me. I thrust again.

Carl took his head out from Betty's ass. Her ass-hole pulsated bigger.

Carl stuck two fingers into her hole. Betty moaned with her mouth full of cock.

Betty sucked Sam's cock like she's never sucked cock before.

My wife had her tits out. My wife had her satin dress around her waist. My wife was finger fucking her cunt and ass-hole.

I had my cock three quarters up Cherie's ass. We were both rocking back and forth trying to get more in.

Her head was still under the table, banging against the table top. She cried; "He's fucking my ass-hole Carl, I didn't want him too, but he forced it in! His cock is so much bigger than your cock, my ass is completely crammed."

Carl said; "I have three fingers up this fat whore's ass-hole! I can't believe it! I want to make her come and shoot over her big fat tits but Betty doesn't want that. When I'm ready I going to have to shoot over you, Cherie."

I said; "I wonder if I could ask a favour of you all. I know that Sam usually saves his cum for Betty, but my wife has been such a slut today that I'd really like it if both Carl and Sam came over my wife's face. I really would like to see what she looked like with three loads over her face."

My wife said; "I would like that too. Carl's first load is still here, slowly drying on my chin. I tasted some and it was sweet. I would like to have two more loads of cum on my face. If you did that then I wouldn't clean it off until I got home. I would walk out of this restaurant and all the way home with my face covered in sticky jizz."

Sam said; "Betty, honey, could I do that? After you've come could I shoot my load over that lovely lady over there?"

Betty said nothing, but tried to nod with her face full of cock.

My wife had her thumb fully up her ass-hole.

Cherie finger fucked her cunt with her stretched ass-hole full of cock.

I ploughed my cock so at last it was fully inside Cherie's ass.

Cherie cried out.

Carl thrust his three fingers up Betty's hole and sucked hard on her clit.

Betty came hard. She made a huge long low, moaning sound, her tits and ass jiggled as she shook with every last bit of her orgasm.

Cherie made herself come by frigging her clit very fast with her fingers. She made a shrieking sound and as she came, her ass was clenched tight around my cock.

My wife came by watching her husband fuck a made up dolly-bird up the ass and thrusting all three of her fingers hard up her cunt.

My wife said; "I've come now. I've had a great evening, which could only be completed by having my face completely sprayed with jizz. Won't you two guys come on my face right now?"

Cherie said; "I honestly can't take any more, please empty your load in my ass-hole right now."

I said; "Your little hole is going to be full of cum, absolutely full, just as soon as these guys cream over my wife."

Carl said; "I love the taste of Betty's cunt, one day you must let me come inside you Betty."

Sam said; "I'm going to shoot Betty!"

Betty took Sam's cock out of her mouth and sighed.

Sam ran over to my wife. My wife dropped to her knees and started pinching her nipples. She looked straight at me as Sam's cock started pumping. His cum was runny and bright white. He squirted four times. Once over her collar bone, the second two shots went all over her face and mouth. I have never, ever seen a woman with so much cum around her mouth. The fourth squirt missed my wife's face completely and went into her hair.

My wife's cum covered face was looking at me full of love.

Carl walked over to my wife clutching his hard cock. For the second time in one evening he came on my wife's beautiful face. His stubby fat cock landed a small load that landed over her right eye. 

My wife's face was completely glazed with cum.

Carl had the least amount of cum. I had the most. I hollered as I did a final deep thrust into Cherie's tight ass and let my balls completely empty themselves. My cock, pumped and pumped, pulsating in her ass. My cum and cock couldn't all fit in her hole, and spunk started pouring out from around the side of my cock. I took my cock out, but it was still pumping, I was able to squirt some more Jizz on her ass cheeks as the rest of my cum came gushing out of her crack and ran down her thighs.

Betty sat perfectly still, her cunt still twitching slightly.

Sam slumped down in a chair.

Carl, was smearing the last drops of his seed over my wife's tit with his cock.

Cherie fell into heap under the table. Her silver heels splayed out behind her; cum still oozing out of her ass-hole and onto the floor. 

I sat there with my cock in my hand; a cum covered slut at my feet, my spunk soaked wife a few feet away.

My wife wiped some cum off of her face. She licked some off her fingers. She rubbed the rest into her tits. She closed her eyes and smiled.



Under the Table



Note: This is my first story ever. Any and all comments welcome. Thanks.

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I had my head down on the bench, eyes closed, stoned out of my mind. There were six of us at the bench and pretty much all of us were in a similar state of repose as I was. We'd been wandering around town and fields, smoking, drinking, laughing and enjoying the crisp Autumn day. Now it was evening, the light had faded and we found ourselves in the nature park, hardly talking, slumped together for warmth as the air grew cooler. Every now and then Katie would nudge me in the ribs and hand me a joint as it went on it's route around the table. My mind was elsewhere, though, lost in the kaleidoscope thoughts and images of my inebriated mind. 

One of the guys got up, muttering something about going to the shops, asking if anyone wanted him to get them anything. Katie sat up from her kowtow on the bench and began to pat her pockets in the search for money. Nothing in her coat pockets so she checked her jeans, leaning against me and sliding her hand between us to reach the pocket. I didn't really notice, I was too far gone into my own world. I heard the vague sound of her voice cursing under her breath as she realised she had no money. Sighing she placed her hands in her lap to keep them warm and rested her head back on the table. The crunch of footsteps on frosty grass slowly faded, and then we were five. 

Silent minutes passed, each lost in their own reverie, each with their head rested on the table top. It must've looked strange, as though we'd all been drugged and fallen down, slumped face first against the time-worn wood. We were just stoned, though. To the right of me I felt Katie shift around a bit, getting comfortable. Her leg pressed against mine and I enjoyed the extra warmth it gave to my cold limb. The wind breezed through the trees around us as the night grew darker, making it almost impossible to see the other side of the bench, let alone anything else.

I heard a faint rustle of Katie's coat next to me, then felt a warmth on my knee under the bench. I had no idea what it was until it began to move slowly up and down a few inches. It was her hand, stroking my leg. I wondered what she was doing, if she'd somehow mistaken my leg for her own. I felt embarrassed. What if the others realised what she was doing? They must be able to hear the faint crinkle of her coat as she moved her arm back and forth slowly, gently running her hand from my knee a few inches up my thigh and then back again. They'd make my life living hell if they clocked it. Katie wasn't well liked, just tolerated from time to time, seen as something of a moocher. 

Still the hand stayed on my leg, tracing it's course up and down my thigh. I didn't know what to do. I'd always been a shy person and to speak up and out at anyone was alien to me. I felt I'd be laughed at, shunned. So I stayed still, my mind running a million miles an hour, focused completely on the sensation of that hand caressing my knee and thigh, wondering, hoping that any minute now Katie would realise that it was my leg, not hers. Now I'm not gay, but Katie was far from my type and I viewed her with distrust, almost distaste. She was flamboyant, sexually overt and passionate, prone to outbursts of anger. Not my type at all. I didn't know what to do so I froze, did nothing.

Her hand began to trace higher up my leg, her fingers curling around my inner thigh then sliding back down to my knee only to come up again, inching higher yet. Despite myself I felt my cock twitch and my cheeks burned as I blushed in the darkness. I felt stupid for blushing, knowing no one could see the redness of my cheeks, the hand stroking my thigh, and yet fearing that somehow they all could, they all knew. Try as I might to stop it, my cock was becoming fully erect now, pressing painfully against the fabric of my jeans as it swelled and grew, lying down the side of my leg. Any moment she would notice, couldn't fail to realise. No sooner had this thought arrived than her hand slid up my leg further still and her fingers brushed against the bulge that was forming down the side of my jeans. 

I breathed in suddenly, the sound seeming harsh and overly loud in the darkness. I cut it off as quickly as I started it and my cheeks burned brighter, my stomach churning, hoping against hope that no one had heard it, least of all Katie. Her hand stopped for a moment, seemingly in surprise, then she gently squeezed my cock through the fabric and ran her hand back down my leg to my knee. My cock pushed even harder against my jeans and as if in reply her hand slid back up, running right over the length of my penis, all the way to the crotch, squeezing gently. I had to cough to stifle the moan that suddenly burst up to my mouth. Surely someone must've heard that. What was she doing? We were sitting at a bench with three other people, with a fourth on his way back at any moment. Surely she would stop as the situation dawned on her. 

Her hand ran up and down the length of my leg a few more times, pressing her hand gently against my penis as she got to it, rubbing it through the fabric. Then she stopped, her hand cupping me, squeezing and rubbing. I felt as though I was going to explode. I didn't really understand what was going on here but I was too scared to do anything about it, trying hard not to enjoy the wicked sensations despite myself. Slowly she moved her hand fully on to my crotch, her fingers delving down between my legs and caressing my balls while her palm rubbed against my shaft. My cock was throbbing and my breathing had become ragged. I didn't dare lift my head up to see if the others were watching, convinced in my mind that they were, sneering and smirking at my helplessness in the face of Katie's onslaught.

I heard a faint clicking sound as Katie's fingers found my fly and began to unzip it, moving ever so slowly so as to keep the noise down, still rubbing the base of her hand against my rock hard penis. I wanted to reach down and stop her, to tell her to stop but I felt powerless. To do so would have meant creating a scene and as much as I didn't want this to go any further, I feared more any backlash that might result of it should I speak up. A thought flitted into my mind that perhaps she knew this, perhaps she was aware that I wouldn't do anything, couldn't do anything. I turned my head to look at her and was shocked to see her staring back at me, eyes hooded and sultry, a smirk creasing her lips. Her gaze penetrated me and locked me in place, forcing my eyes to remain on hers, holding a power over me. 

She finished unzipping me, unhurried and confident in her movements, never easing up the pressure on the bulge in my jeans. She gave my cock a quick squeeze before snaking her hand inside my trousers, nearly eliciting another gasp from me before I could stifle it by clearing my throat. She cupped her fingers around my balls, gently squeezing them and stroking them, all the while her eyes boring into mine. Moving away from my balls she grasped the base of my penis and began edging it towards the opening, keeping her movements slow. I managed to glance down at her lips and saw her run her tongue along them as she finally pulled my cock free of my jeans, quivering in the cold night air. I was helpless to do anything but stare at her face and watch as the smirk became a lusty grin, her eyes twinkling with what looked like triumph. Now she was sure I would do nothing, that I was hers to do with as she wished.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump slowly up and down, staring intently at my face. Someone coughed and immediately she stopped but retained her grip on my penis, squeezing it gently and running her thumb around the sensitive underside near the tip. I hardly dared to breathe, let alone move. My heart sounded like booming thunder with each beat and I was certain we had been discovered. I heard someone's coat rustling and this time I did hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable. Katie's eyes stayed locked to mine, still squeezing my penis and caressing my sweet spot. My eyes flickered half-closed as I struggled with the feelings of excitement building up in my balls, the butterflies in my stomach and the fear in my mind.

Minutes passed and no one said a word, nothing happened. Slowly Katie began to jack me off again, her grip firm and sliding up and down my shaft aided by the precum that was dribbling down the length of me. My breathing became ragged, my senses heightened to the fullest, trying my hardest not to cum as I felt the pressure build up in me. My cock ached for release and feebly I fought the urge, felt myself losing the battle. Katie increased the pace, pumping me with her hand as fast as she dared to, mindful of keeping the noise of her coat rustling down to a minimum. I couldn't take anymore and my eyes rolled back in my head, eyelids closing as I began to surrender to the rising orgasm. 

Suddenly pain erupted in my penis as Katie squeezed hard, cutting off the orgasm. My eyes flared open and locked to hers, teeth clenched as I tried to stop a groan escaping my lips. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat, her hand locked around me, stopping me from reaching fulfillment. I hated her in that moment, hated that she was taking advantage of me, hated that I had succumbed so easily, that I could do nothing to stop her, that she had stopped me from cumming, that she was playing with me. My breath came in ragged gasps but still Katie didn't release her hold. I shifted my hips, slightly rocking them into her hand, wanting nothing more than to cum. She gripped harder still, causing me to stop moving totally, immobilised with the pressures building inside. 

We stayed like that seemingly forever, her hand wrapped tightly around me, her eyes boring into mine. Gradually my breathing evened out and I felt my cock begin to subside. She must have sensed it too. Gently she tugged on me a couple more times then slid her hand up to the tip of my penis, running her fingers over the head and coating them in my precum. Then she let go, my cock flopping down, twitching after the pleasure and abuse it had been given. I breathed out, still not daring to move. Somehow I'd have to get my penis back into my pants and zipped up without alerting anyone to what I was doing.

As I started to figure out what I was going to do, Katie withdrew her hand from my lap ever so slowly, then raised her hand to her mouth and began sucking the precum off her fingers, her eyes never leaving mine. My cock lurched back to life as I watched her lips take each digit into her mouth, her tongue sliding over them. As she finished she smirked at me then sat up. I watched as she moved her hand down to her coat pocket and wondered what she was going to do next. I held my breath. She calmly pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking a smoke she replaced the box in her pocket then raised the lighter to the cigarette. A brief flare of light illuminated her features as she inhaled, then abruptly it was gone leaving an imprint on my eyes that slowly began to fade. She dropped the lighter on to the table, then turned to have a look around. Her elbow caught the lighter and knocked it through a gap in the wooden planks. I heard it drop to the ground at our feet and saw her turn back to look, then sigh. Now was the moment, I decided, to make a move and cover myself up.

I steeled myself to begin as Katie sat back then leant down under the table. Before I could move her hand grazed across my thigh and gripped my penis again, jacking it off harder than before as she disguised the movement by searching for the lighter in the darkness. Once again I tensed up and felt my balls tighten, my cock jumping to attention as though she had never stopped in the first place. I told myself that she couldn't do this for very long as eventually it would start to look suspect to the others that were zoned out at the table. I could scarce believe she was doing this in front of everyone, in public.

I felt her hand pull my cock to the side and almost immediately a warm wetness engulfed the head as she sucked me into her mouth. I nearly cried out in surprise and desire but fear stilled my voice. Her tongue danced across my cock as she sucked harder. In one movement she eased herself further under the table and I felt my cock slide deeper into her mouth, pressing up against the back of her throat. I could scarcely breathe, my eyes tightly shut, teeth clenched as once again the orgasm began to rise.

As she shifted around in her apparent search for her lighter, she slid her lips up and down my penis, tongue swirling around the glans and sending ripples of intense pleasure up and down my body. All of a sudden she pressed herself down into my crotch, my cock sliding deep into her mouth and into her throat. I felt her nose press into my jeans and warm saliva dribbling from her lips, pooling in my pubic hair as she sucked as hard as she could, tongue swirling at fever pitch over the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock.

It was too much for me and my body tensed up, my hands gripping the bench hard as I fought the urge to cry out in ecstasy. Thick spurts of cum shot up my penis and into her throat and still she stayed latched on to me, milking my penis with her throat, tongue and lips. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, my cock pulsing deep within her mouth, balls as tight as a drum as I filled her with my semen. 

As quickly as it had started it stopped, the intense climax receding and leaving waves of pleasure in its place. Katie eased her head up, her lips sliding over the length of my shaft. I heard a very faint 'pop' as my penis flopped from her mouth. Then she was sitting up. Seemingly having found her lighter I heard the rasp of the flint as she relit her cigarette. I didn't dare sit up myself. I couldn't in any case. My body was racked with pleasure, my breathing was hard and fast and my wet cock was twitching in my lap, exposed to the cool air. I lay with my head on the table for some minutes, running what had just happened through my head, feeling sick with disgust at myself for being so easily used and abused, for succumbing so quickly. Disgusted at her for taking advantage of me, for using me. 

I heard crunching footsteps approaching and snapped back to reality. Here I was in a park, sitting at a bench with my cock hanging out of my trousers and someone was coming. I felt panic rise when I heard a voice call out and the others at the bench stirring themselves. The voice called out again and this time I recognised it as the friend who had gone to the shops what felt like hours ago. I looked round, not lifting my head from the table as I quickly gauged the situation. Everyone's attention was on the friend, including Katie's. I slowly sat up, maneouvering my penis back into my pants as deftly and quietly as I could. 

A thought arrived in my mind, a horrible thought. Oh god, the front of my jeans were going to be a mess of cum and saliva. I felt around but strangely couldn't find any wet patches. I must have looked confused as Katie nudged me with her elbow. Slowly I turned to look at her, feeling the blush wage war on my cheeks again. We locked eyes and she smirked again. Casting a quick glance at the others to make sure they weren't watching she opened her mouth and poked her tongue out at me. I blanched as I saw a faint white mass on her tongue and realised it was my cum. Still smirking she put her tongue back in her mouth for a second, then poked it out again. This time the cum was gone. She had swallowed it. As I continued to stare at her she took a drag from her cigarette and blew it into my face, giggling quietly then turning away to say hi to our friend who had arrived back. 

I didn't know what to do as I sat there, conversation washing over me, so I lit a cigarette of my own to calm my nerves. After a while I was brought out of my reverie by the announcement from the majority of the group that they were going to call it a night and go home. This was greeting with agreement from the rest. Silently I was relieved. I needed to get out of there, get home and think things through. I still couldn't quite believe what had just happened. 

As we all stood up and began trudging across the field back to civilisation I found myself walking alongside Katie. With despair I remembered that she lived near me and that we would be walking home the same way. We didn't speak as we walked but she was uncomfortably close to me. I felt drained and shocked and didn't have the energy to do anything about it so we just carried on in silence.

Finally arriving at the point where we split up I mumbled a farewell and began to turn towards where I lived. Katie's arm reached out and grabbed mine, spinning me round to face her. She had that smirk on her face again as she slipped her arm through mine. She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear and sending shivers down my spine.

"You're coming with me", she stated matter of factly, her voice a husky whisper. I tried to pull away but she quickly brought a hand to my crotch and squeezed hard. My knees nearly buckled.

"I said you're coming with me, slave", she repeated, menace in her voice now. She stared into my eyes for a few moments then released her grip on my balls and led me along the road towards her house. I was too scared to think straight, to do anything. All I could do was follow as I was tugged along by her. She looked up at me, tilting my chin so I was looking at her. Apprehension swallowed me whole as she spoke.

"You're mine now."



Under the Table



They had a wonderful weekend booked at a grand and fancy historical hotel in the big city.

Tony was 35 years old. He was 6'1" tall and weighed 195 pounds. Tony was athletic, and he had excellent poise and posture. He was bald by choice, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee. He was the tall dark and handsome type. He looked like "a long and lean Vin Diesel" He had long legs, broad shoulders, and was always admired by others because of his appearance, his posture and his confidence. He was well dressed, well spoken, well respected and very well liked.

Tony and Di were married, and had been for 8 years. They had a beautiful new home in the suburbs and they were very proud of their family and their accomplishments both personally and professionally. Di gave Tony a son 5 years before and their little boy was Tony's pride and joy.

Di was 5'11" tall and she weighed 140 pounds. She was a natural brunette with shoulder length straight hair and she had the most beautiful green eyes. She had very long legs, a beautiful set of medium/small breasts and frankly, she looked like a fashion model.(just not quite as terribly skinny) She was a knock-out and it was just as common for women to comment on her beauty as it was for men. She was a natural. She never took to wearing makeup for that it just wasn't necessary. She could walk in to a room and turn heads even if she had just crawled out of bed after a deep sleep at 6am after a night of partying. Women were envious of her beauty, but you couldn't sense a bit of conceit in Di. She was modest, and perhaps that was a large part of what it was that made her seem so beautiful to others around her.

Tony and Di were off to the big city hotel to attend a wedding for a young couple that they knew. Tony was asked to perform classical guitar at the ceremony, and he had waived his $400/hour fee in exchange for their stay in a luxurious king size suite for he and Di, along with dinner, drinks and room service. It was fair compensation for sharing his talent and beautiful music with the wedding party and all of the guests.

They arrived at the hotel front entrance, and had the valet park their car, and the bus-boy attend to their bags. She wore a beautiful white summer dress and heels, and he wore his finest Italian pin-striped navy blue suit. They looked absolutely spectacular together walking up the grand front stairs, being treated like royalty. 

They proceeded to the front desk, got their room key and made their way up to their room. Di was holding his arm and kind of leaning into him with all of her interest and her love as they walked together. Clearly they were in love and were the hottest looking couple in the place.

They were running right on time, and Tony had to make his way to the ceremony room to ensure that all was in order for the afternoon wedding. Di decided to kick off her shoes, have a delicious strawberry vodka cooler and enjoy the air conditioning and king size suite in his absence.

Tony gave her a kiss and said "Sweety, you're going to make the bride jealous that she is not the most beautiful woman in the room today! You're just so beautiful to me, and it has taken years for me to get used to all the men looking at you everywhere we go."

Di replied: "You are the sweetest man, and I always look beautiful because of how beautiful you make me feel, by how you treat me and by what you say to me. You owe much of my beauty to yourself, as do I. You are my man, and I love and lust for you from the time I wake up until the time I fall asleep"

Di leaned over to him to kiss him, and as she did, she gave his groin a little squeeze and said: "Now go and delight us with your beautiful romantic guitar playing, and make all of the other women there envious of me"

Smiling, he winked at her and made his way out the door.

The wedding ceremony was elegant and perfect. His beautiful playing complimented the setting and promoted the atmosphere of beauty. During the signing of the marriage license, Tony looked up to see Di watching him and smiling. He winked at her and saw that she glanced down at her lap, so as to bring his attention to it. She parted her legs slightly, and brought her dress over her knees. She wasn't wearing any panties! Tony was so impressed at her outlandishness and he had a hard time keeping his mind on what he was doing. She winked back at him.

The recessional was now over and the guests followed the wedding party out of the grand room. Di met Tony at the front and she took his arm, them being the last two to leave the room.

The room was quite warm. It was the dead of summer and there were two hundred or so guests inside of it for a half hour. The air conditioning just couldn't keep up. 

"How about we head back to our room to cool off before we go to the reception Tony?" she suggested

"Of course, that sounds like a great idea" he said

They got in the elevator together. There were a few other people inside. An elderly couple and a housekeeping maid. Di stood in front of Tony, and to his surprise, she reached behind her, and grabbed at his groin again! She gave his cock a couple of squeezes through his pants, and then "bling" (it was their floor)

They got out of the elevator and walked to their room together. Di swiped the card lock on the room door and stepped inside just ahead of him. When inside, to Tony's surprise, Di got straight down on her knees and unzipped his fly. She brought out his big long cock, looking up at him and smiling. (Tony's cock was ten full inches long, quite thick and uncircumcised) Clearly she was very horny, but it also seemed that she was trying to impress or delight him with her forthcoming vigour. 

Tony's pants fell to the floor, as he stood before her. He was proud of his giant cock and big heavy balls. He kept them smoothly shaved for Di. (at her request) She always had a bit of a hard time taking in all of his girth and length. He didn't mind, in fact seeing just how wide she had to open her mouth to take him inside made him feel like a great big well hung stud. 

As Di fluttered her tongue on the underside of his cock head, and stroked his cock furiously while cupping and pulling at his balls she paused to say: "You gonna cum for me baby? Going to give me your juice?"

"You want it Di?" he asked

"You know I do. I want to drink the cum from the cock of my big stallion" she exclaimed while panting and speaking in a loud whisper.

Then all of a sudden, "knock knock knock" Someone was at the door! 

Tony quickly pulled up his pants and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

"Who is it?" Di asked

"It's Derick and Berley" 

Derick and Berley were their best friends. They were newlyweds, and were also attending the wedding. This might have been an untimely interruption, but it was a delight none the less. They were their closest friends.

Di opened the door (with a very guilty look on her face)as Tony came out of the bathroom (with an equally guilty look on his face)

"Hi guys!" Di said, giving Berley a big hug, and then one to Derick. "We're so glad you're here and that you found our room! Are you staying here at the hotel also?" 

"We sure are" Berley exclaimed "We're one door down, right across the hall!"

The girls seemed girlishly excited about being reunited at this fancy event.

Derick and Tony were school buddies. They were easily the most chased guys in school. They were both athletic, tall and good looking. Derick was a natural blond, around the same height as Tony and same build. He had blue eyes and naturally curly blond hair. (The chicks always thought Derick was a total hotty)

Berley however, was much different than Di. Berley was about five foot seven inches tall, around a hundred and twenty pounds. She was voluptuous, to say the least. She had large heaving D-cup breasts, and a curvy figure to match. She had a slim waist, but also had an ass to match her tits. She was naturally blond with beautiful big blue eyes. Her hair was past shoulder length, thin and straight. Berley wore a black dress, exposing her cleavage. It was just above the knee, and she also wore black heels to match. She had a tight black leather choker on with a silver heart at its centre that shone to match her smile. 

Derick was wearing a black suit and he was totally "GQ". He always had the finest wristwatch, and was always smiling and looking good. (They had always wondered if Derick had a "wristwatch fetish")

After exchanging pleasantries and having a fast refreshment, they decided to make their way to the reception.

The ballroom was grand and antique. The artistry of the sculptures and painted ceiling was magnificent. The ceiling had to be at least 18 feet high. The tables were all round and elegantly appointed with draping cream tone linen table cloths. The chairs were high back, the glassware was crystal and the dinnerware was made of real silver! They sat at a round table for four nicely tucked near a champagne fountain in a far corner of the grand room.

The evening went on quite nicely. There was a five course meal, and there was waiter/waitress service for each individual table. (This event was clearly high ticket and very high profile) The room smelled of delicious fresh baked bread, and steaming vegetables. The air was filled with jazz music from the live 4 piece ensemble, the clanking of glasses, laughter and conversation. The lights were dimmed perfectly to allow the candle light to perfectly complete the illumination of the room.

After the speeches and presentations, Berley and Di excused themselves from the table and went to the ladies room. Derick and Tony stayed behind at their table.

Derick commented " Wow, Di looks amazing tonight Tony! You lucky dog!"

Tony replied " I was about to say the same thing about Berley! How long have you two been together now?"

"About 6 years. I've enjoyed being with her for sure.. it's just that.." Derick replied

"It's just that what?" Tony asked

Derick replied: "It's just that, well, she is a bit conservative in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. And I've been with her for quite a long time now. I just think that it would be awesome if we could have a little more, um, variety" 

Tony said: "Hey buddy I know exactly what you mean. I've been with Di for eighteen years. She's so gorgeous and she's a good lay too. But I'm with you on the variety thing. I would love to have a change of pace, just once in a while. Or at least get a bit more excitement on the go somehow."

"So what do we do about this. Like, would you condone Di being with another person?" Derick asked

"I think so. In fact I find the idea to be exciting as hell! I'm the only man she's ever been with. That's honourable and all, but I think the gal needs to experience some variety, herself. How about you, how are you on that one?" Tony asked.

"You mean" Derick cleared his throat "a'hem, swinging?"

"Well maybe not full blown swinging, but to enhance your bedroom life by adding another person or two to the mix. Hey we talk big, but lets lay it on the line. You're my best friend, and I trust you as much as I trust anyone. But I don't know if I'm prepared to witness you fucking my wife. Whether I'd be fucking your wife at the same time or not. Know what I mean?" Tony responded

"Man, I know exactly what you mean, although I'm still interested" Derick exclaimed

"Yeah, all in all, Curiosity may have killed the cat, but at least in the end, the cat knew that which it wanted to know. So do you suppose tonight is a good night? The girls are drinking. Lets get their blood flowing and dance em up a bit, and see if we can change the topic at our table to something sexy. Just to put the suggestion of sex in their heads. We'll see how that goes, and then we'll meet in the men's room in two hours and see what we think"

Derick replied: "That sounds great man!"

The girls were headed toward the table, and the guys clanked their glasses and smiled deviously at each other.

"What were you guys talking about?" Berley asked suspiciously but playfully

Tony and Derick rose from their seats to seat their wives.

"We were just commenting to one another how hot our wives looked tonight" Tony said.

"Well thanks Derick!" Berley said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Actually I commented on how hot Di looked tonight, Tony was the one who said that you looked gorgeous" he replied to her.

To Tony and Derick's surprise, Berley said "well I guess this kiss belongs to you then, Tony." as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and giggled.

"Hey, that's not fair! Where's mine?" Derick exclaimed in playful laughter.

"Right here Derick" Di said, as she leaned over, smiling, to give him his kiss.

The couples laughed it off. Derick and Tony looked at each other briefly, acknowledging their momentary success.

The music changed from an up beat jazzy song to a more subdued and romantic number.

"Would you like to dance Sweetheart?" Tony asked Di

"I thought you would never ask!" she replied back

Tony rose to unseat his beautiful wife, took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Berley and Derick followed them up and the couples shared a wonderful dance in the candle light together in the amazing grand ballroom. As the song approached its conclusion, Tony looked over at Derick and gave him a little wink. Derick caught on immediately, and he and Berley approached Tony and Di.

"May I have this dance?" Derick asked of Di

"Why, certainly." Di answered a bit surprised, but delighted none the less.

"And may I have a dance with the lovely Berley?" Tony asked 

"Of course!" Berley exclaimed cheerfully.

The couples exchanged partners and began the next dance.

"Wow you girls look great tonight!" Derick said to Di, holding her hand and also feeling the curves of her waist at her hips with the other. 

"Thanks,Der! I'd have to say that Berley and I have the two hottest gentlemen in the room too. You two look very handsome! Like salt and pepper!" 

They laughed together at her joking about Derick being blond and Tony being dark haired.

Berley and Tony were also enjoying themselves. Tony was tall like Derick, but he was different. He smelled different, he spoke differently and he moved differently. Tony was very confident and very well spoken. Not to say that Derick was not, however truth be told, Tony was much different than Derick. Berley and Tony were enjoying the dance and lightly commented on the food, the ambiance and the jazz band.

Tony had noticed that Derick's hand had lowered just a wee bit from its previous position. It was still appropriate and respectful, of course. But it was an inch lower than before. And Derick had huge hands! Big strong hands, likely the largest and strongest looking hands you might ever see. To his surprise, Tony was very excited by seeing Derick touch his wife. He couldn't explain exactly why, but he knew that it was invigorating for him. 

"Look at Derick's hand Berley!" Tony jokingly exclaimed in a loud whisper 

"Hey! no kidding Tony!" Berley said, as she released her hold on Tony's hand to grasp his other that was around her waist, and lower it, just a bit.

"That's the spirit" Tony exclaimed. The four of them continued dancing. And each of them shared a direct look at their spouse dancing with another. It was exciting for everyone. It was not inappropriate at all. They were just a group of grown-ups enjoying one another.

When the dance concluded, the guys walked the girls back to their perfect table for four, seated them and then sat down, themselves. The waiter asked if they would like another round of drinks, and they ordered them. 

"Oh, waiter, would you bring us each a shooter too please?" Di asked of him

"Of course madam, and what shall I bring" he asked

"Tequila for me please" Tony said

"Make that two" Derick followed

"Ummm I would really like to have a blow job!" They all laughed at Di's request

"And I would like to have..... sex on the beach!" Once again they all laughed together at Berley's order

"Ok, two shots of tequila, a blow-job and sex on the beach? Sounds perfect to me!" The waiter enjoyed a laugh with them.

They finished the little joke, and were all feeling light-hearted and ready for a fun evening. The girls cheeks were a bit flushed from the slightly naughty joke, but they were titillated none the less.

"I noticed your hand wandering down my wife's backside there Derick. How did it feel?" Tony asked Derick with a grin on his face.

"It felt great!" Di exclaimed, cutting in and laughing. 

They all enjoyed the laugh together, and the waiter returned with their drinks. They all raised their shot glasses and Tony said in his toast "to friends"

"To friends!" they all toasted one another together.

"How was your blow-job, Di?" Berley asked, being naughty and playful

"It was good, not as good as I'm used to, but it was good, thanks. How was your sex on the beach?" Di asked her back

"It was ok... but I don't like sand in my butt!" She laughingly said back

They all enjoyed the joke, and carried on for a bit longer. The guys were surprised at how well the night was going. Both Tony and Derick had the same feelings now. They were both enticed by watching their good friend dance with their wife. If it were to come down to swinging, they would probably go through with it. The question was: Could the girls?

The girls excused themselves again, and went to the ladies room.

Derick and Tony were so impressed! The girls were definitely in the mood, and were definitely 8 drinks or more into the fun. This just might work out!

"So we're totally ok buddy, we're good to go? Like I am if you are." Tony said

"Yes, definitely! Lets not spook them though man. Lets just keep this going, and try and get it back to one of our rooms. But what are we going to do when we get there?" Derick questioned

"Well there's the old favourite "truth or dare" that one is always good, how about it?" Tony said

"Perfect" said Derick

The girls were on their way back from the ladies room now, laughing a bit as they walked together, but it was clear that they looked a bit guilty. Both Derick and Tony picked up on this, but left it alone.

They seated the girls, and for once, the chatty girls were giggling at each other, but not saying really anything. It was like they had something to say, but weren't saying it.

Then suddenly, the girls looked at each other and said together "1...2...3"

And then the guys felt it. There was a hand on their lap, squeezing at their crotch, at their cocks. BUT IT WASN'T THEIR WIFE'S!

The girls giggled, and both made their way into each guy's dress pants. Their table was nicely corner situated, and the tablecloth was hung low, therefore no one around them would have a clue as to what was going on. Obviously the girls had considered this in their little bathroom conversation when they planned this.

Derick and Tony were instantly hard. They were both thrilled at the outlandishness of the girls, and also at the fact that their wives were stroking the hard cock of another man.

"oooh, neat!" Berley exclaimed

"what Berley" Di said

"I've never touched an uncircumcised penis before, and this one is a big one too!" She replied 

They all laughed, and the guys shared a "bros" handshake together.

"And I've never touched a circumcised one myself! Very smooth and sleek!" Di said

They laughed again together, and were enjoying the moment.

"So are you girls going to finish us, or are you going to leave us, um, hanging?" Tony said, joking

The girls looked at each other and smiled. They both picked up the pace, looking around them, but nobody had a clue what they were up to. Derick was showing signs that he was nearing climax. Berley looked at him and smiled. 




Under the Table



She said to Di in a loud whisper: "Do it, Di. Make him cum. Make my man cum, and I'll make yours cum too!"

Derick took a deep breath, and we could tell that he was about to get off. And then he let out a groan of pleasure, as Di stroked him through his orgasm. Di was proud of herself, that she had the guts to do it, and that she was giving such a hot guy and good friend a wonderful orgasm, right there at the table with her husband. 

Tony said "ok, my turn" 

Di said to Berley in a loud whisper: "Go for it Berley, make him cum, make Tony cum!"

Berley picked up her pace a wee bit, and Tony looked directly at Di as his smile widened and he shot a massive load onto the floor at their feet. He was so hard, and so satisfied.

They all took a deep breath, and the guys decided to head to the men's room to collect themselves a bit, and to make sure they were tidy and clean. After all, this was a black tie event, and they just shot their loads on the floor, under their table at the hand of their best friends wife!

When in the bathroom, they weren't feeling awkward at all. They were totally cool. They freshened up a bit, and eagerly made their way back to the table. But when they arrived, the girls were gone. There was a small note on the table that read: "Meet us up in Di's room, but please check on your seat before you head up" So the guys pulled their chairs back from the table, and to their surprise, Berley's panties were on Tony's Chair, and Di's were on Derick's. The guys looked at each other and smiled deviously. They knew full well that this evening had just begun, and that the best was yet to come. They put one anothers wives panties in their pockets, and made their way to the lobby elevators, and to Di and Tony's room.

When they were about to enter the room, Tony said to Derick, reaching his hand out to him to shake: "I'm all good with this. If it actually pans out, all the way, enjoy my wife. Because I am going to enjoy yours. Are we good?"

"We're good brother, we're totally good" Derick said.

They opened the door to find the girls sitting at the corner table enjoying yet another drink. They were both wearing the white terry-cloth robes provided by the hotel. They were both smiling. The lights were dimmed, there was techno music coming from the in suite sound system, and the girls had a drink poured for each of the guys.

"Wow, what a nice invitation. And just what do you ladies have on underneath those Robes? hmmmm?" Derick asked

"Would you like to see?" Di asked back

"Sure would!" Derick said back

They all laughed again, and the girls got up. They asked the guys to sit at the table, and they disappeared into the bathroom together. The guys pulled their chairs back a bit from the table, so as to both have a clear view of the girls when they came out of the bathroom. 

Di was first to walk out of the bathroom, followed by Berley. Di had on a one piece crotchless black fishnet catsuit and knee high black leather boots, and Berley had on a white core-set with demi cups, white stockings and heels, but no panties. Tony preferred Di's pussy to be left with hair, and Derick preferred Berley's to be bald and smooth. The guys were amazed with the behaviour of their wives. Whatever it was that had gotten into them, they didn't know but they were NOT complaining! The gals had planned to wear the lingerie for their husbands, and now they were! (just not their own husband)

"Well what do you think, guys?" Berley asked

"Wow, are you two ever sexy!" Tony replied

"The problem is, we feel very over dressed. Could you guys help us out with that?" Di asked coyly

"Absolutely!" Derick said

Derick and Tony stood up, and quickly stripped off their clothes.

"Now just sit back and enjoy yourselves!" Di said, looking over at Berley and smiling.

It was clear that Tony and Derick were not the only ones doing some "planning" for the evening's events.

Tony and Derick sat down, and then the girls turned to one another. They held eachothers hands and turned to each other. They gave each other a hug, and took a deep breath together and once again said: "one...two...three"

The girls parted and each one stood before the others seated husband. They simultaneously got down on their knees, and took the men's cocks in hand. They each gave the guys cock a few strokes, and then went down.

The gals were very intrigued with the different cocks they were sucking and handling. Both had equally long cocks, but Derrick's was a bit up-curved, and circumcised with blond pubic hair, something that Di was not used to. Tony's was a bit wider than Derrick's, with a purplish/pink head and was uncircumcised but his cock and balls were perfectly and smoothly shaven. This was something that Berley was definitely not used to.

The girls were moaning and slurping on the guys cocks, kind of giggling once in a while and having fun. The guys were in ecstasy, and felt like a couple of kings!

Berley took her mouth off Tony's cock, after about three or four minutes and turned to Di. She said: "Are you ready?"

With a deep breath, Di replied: "I'm as ready as I'll ever be!" 

Then both of the girls stood up, and straddled each of the seated guys, lowering their pussies onto their spit covered rock hard cocks. They proceeded to slowly bounce and ride them. They were totally enjoying the nice change of pace, having a different man's cock inside them. Enjoying their different smell, their different bodies, and their different cocks.

Berley was a cock-rider. She loved to bounce and ride. She rode Tony, facing him, and her big tits were bouncing, and her blond hair was messy and free. She could always get off while riding cock, and that was why she loved doing it. Tony wasn't used to having such a big set of tits in his face, and he was enjoying touching and licking them.

Di on the other hand, was a leggy tall woman. It took much more effort for her to bounce and ride. She loved it on top, but it always tired her out. Derick could tell that she was getting tired, and stood up with her legs around him, still balls deep in her pussy. He laid her on her back on the bed and proceeded to fuck her deeply with fast full strokes. 

Berley looked over her shoulder to see them, and Tony could tell that the instant she saw Derick fucking Di, she was starting to cum! He felt her pussy contract and release and contract again, leaking juice all over. She moaned and yelped and came on him, and then collapsed on his lap for a moment, finishing her orgasm by grinding back and forth, and then got off of him, taking him by the hand to the bed.

Berley got on all fours beside the laying Di, getting fucked by her husband Derick. She arched her back and spread herself for Tony.

"Fuck her Tony!" Di said, panting and getting pummelled by Derick's sleek circumcised cock.

Tony mounted Berley and squatted behind her, almost standing over her. She was soaked from having just cum, and Tony's full length was buried into her to the hilt in one first full thrust.

"Derick, roll her over onto her front, and see if you can get her off" Tony said to Derick

Derick said "ooooh, that's the secret is it? Right on!"

Derick withdrew and Di eagerly lay onto her front, placing her hands beneath her body, onto her pubic mound. Derick mounted her like a stallion, and began to pound himself into her. Di was so horny that she almost started to cum immediately. She tightened up so much that she almost pushed Derrick's cock out of her with the first contraction of her orgasm. She came and came and came and eventually became vocal and said: "I'm cumming so hard, don't stop Derick, don't fucking stop!"

This threw Tony over the edge. Seeing his wife in such ecstasy with another man made him so hot and so excited. Especially when she said his name as she came.

"I'm going to cum Berley" Tony said "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

"I'm going to cum too Di" Derick said

"Cum inside her Derick! Cum in my wife, do it! And I'll cum in yours"

And then it happened. In a grand almost perfectly timed release of lust and seed, the men pounded deeply into the others wife. Pulse after pulse and shot after shot of cum was put deeply into the women's pussies.

The biggest turn on for the men was watching the other finish inside their wife. They couldn't explain why, and they didn't need to. But it was clear. It made their wives sexually valid to them. They were sexual creatures, capable of pleasure with another, and it was beautiful to both of them.

It was just so decadent. Incredibly decadent.

The couples were exhausted. They had an evening that most others could only dream of having. They were not jealous. They were content and if anything, this experience made the couples closer to their spouses than they could ever have imagined being. They all fell asleep on the bed together, and they all went for a grand breakfast together in the morning. 

They parted ways, and all agreed that they should do this again.

The guys shook hands.

The girls hugged.

Then the guys respectfully kissed the others wife on the cheek, and they left that place never to be the same again.

The End.

But more importantly:

The Beginning. 



Under the Table



Sitting all alone on the expensive sofa in the lavish dining room, Jess Hall hugged herself as nervous butterflies flittered around her belly. She still wasn't sure that she could go through with what was expected of her. She glanced up at the ornate grandfather clock to see that she only had fifteen more minutes before the guests were going to arrive. Looking over to the huge dining table that took up the better part of the room, she tried to picture what it was going to be like. She wanted to go home, just walk out past the grey haired butler and swing open the heavy double doors that led to the stone walkway and the driveway beyond. 

What kept her from leaving though was the fact that her home would not be her home much longer if she didn't find a way to make some money quick. She was at this point three months behind on her rent and had been given until Friday to pay up or move out. Tomorrow was Friday and there was no other option. If she lost her place, she would be forced to move back in with her parents and that was even a worse option than what she was facing tonight. The irony about all this was that her parents were rich business people who could and would help her out if she asked, but it was the way they would make her feel about asking that had her so adamant about doing it on her own.

She also had an older sister and brother who were lawyers and would help her out too, but asking them for help was worse than asking her folks. As for the rest of her family, she had an aunt and uncle that was close, but they had already raised two kids who had moved on and they weren't rich. Her two cousins were young like Jess and they were struggling also.

Jess was twenty years old and she had made many mistakes in her life. Probably the worst mistake she had made was not finishing college. It was unheard of that she wouldn't finish college and her parents were so upset when she quit, especially since they were paying for it. But she was so sure that college was just not what she wanted. She was sick of school and she was ready to start her life, no matter what challenges she came up against. Determination was her strong suit and she was sure that she knew everything that she needed to know to thrive. Her trust fund of one hundred thousand dollars would get her started and she would move on from there. No worries.

That was two years ago and things just hadn't gone the way she had expected. The money was all gone and the jobs that she was sure she would get just didn't last and now she was broke and scared. Her latest job as a waitress, she had kept for just two months and it was the most difficult that she had had. On her last day when her boss fired her for screwing up yet again, she was met on the way out by one of her only repeat customers. An older woman named Barbara West who was always dressed in designer clothes and left large tips. 

Seeing that Jess was upset, Barbara asked what the problem was. When she heard the news, she showed genuine concern and asked what kind of work that she would be interested in doing.

"Oh, at this point, I would do anything." was her answer. 

Barbara smiled and said "Well dear, I just might be able to help you out after all." She reached into her designer purse and pulled out a pad of paper and a gold pen. Jess wondered what she was doing as she watched her write something on the top sheet and rip it off. "This is my address. Be at my house tonight at six o-clock sharp if you want to make enough money to get your rent caught up and still have more left over."

"What kind of work are you talking about?" Jess asked, wondering how one night of work could earn her enough to pay three months rent and still have money left over.

"All I can tell you now is that it is a service job, and I pay very well if I think you're worth it. I'll leave it up to you; if you show up at six, the job is yours. Think about it."

This was very confusing to Jess "You'll give me the job if I show up? What if I don't have any experience?"

Barbara smiled "Don't worry hon, anyone can do this job. Besides, you've been serving me for months here, I already know you'll be perfect for the job."

With that she went into the restaurant leaving Jess standing on the stoop.

Five hours later she knocked loudly on the large double doors of the huge mansion wondering just what kind of work she would be doing. A fifty-ish balding man opened the doors and asked "Can I help you miss?"

Jess smiled and said "Hello, I'm Jessica Hall. Mrs. West told me to be here at six o-clock for a job."

The butler nodded and stepped to the side to let her in. As she walked past him, he said "Madam West is not married miss Hall. She prefers to be addressed as madam or mistress."

"Oh okay, thank you." she said as she let him lead the way past a grand staircase to an office.

"Have a seat miss Hall, Madam West will be in shortly."

Jess walked into the room and sat in the comfortable leather chair. Two minutes later Barbara West walked in, her high heel shoes clomping across the wood floor. "Jessica, I'm so glad that you showed up." Jess stood up and started to speak but was cut off "We have very little time to waste so follow me and I will explain." She headed back the way she came and Jess quickly followed.

Out in the hall Barbara kept talking. "At seven o-clock this evening, I have several guests coming over for dinner and extras. This is not your average dinner party though, these guests are all high power people. They are the movers and shakers of this state and they all are under tremendous pressure with their careers. Therefore, when they come here for a party, they expect a little more then usual."

If this was supposed to clear things up for Jess, it wasn't. She decided to interrupt. "So what will my job be?" She asked, almost running to keep up.

"I'm getting to that." They walked into a large dining room and that was when Jess saw the huge table for the first time. It was immense and covered with a very dark heavy table cloth that drooped down to the seats of the chairs.

"This is where the guests will be served their food," she paused for a moment before adding, "and serviced by you."

"Oh, you want me to wait on them."

Barbara smiled and shook her head "No Jess, I have wait staff that will take care of that."

"Well then, what do you need me for?" This was so confusing.

"I want you to service them Jess, orally."

It took a three count before it clicked in her head exactly what she meant, and then Jess gasped in shock and stepped back. "You...you want me to..." she was shaking her head and her eyes were as wide as saucers. "I can't do that ma'am." 

"You can do it Jess, and from what you told me today at the restaurant, you need the money too much to refuse."

"But...how much money are you talking about." she couldn't even believe that she was able to ask that question because her face had seemingly gone numb, along with most of her body.

"If you can satisfy all my guests, you will earn five thousand dollars."

This was all too much to take in for Jess who had very little experience with sex. She had been with two guys and she was drunk with the first one. The second guy she sucked him for all of two minutes, then let him fuck her. "I don't know, isn't it illegal. I mean it's prostitution."

"Honey, you don't have to worry about that. The guests that come here are rich and famous people. If it ever got out that they were coming here for sex with a stranger, their careers would be toast. They pay extra to ensure discretion and I have gone to great lengths to keep their confidentiality intact. My guests come from all walks of life. Doctors, politicians, lawyers, actors, judges, even high ranking military personnel. They all have one thing in common, they are rich. I'm the only one who knows who they are and I'm not telling."

"Wouldn't I know who they were if I agree to this?" it was a reasonable question, after all she was supposed to service these guys orally. In her mind they had to all be guys, even though she had only been told 'guests' .

"You wouldn't see them and they wouldn't see you. The way it works is, you get under that table before the guests are shown in. They will all be wearing masks on their faces so they won't be seen even if you do peek. I supply them robes so their top half is covered, but their bottom half is easily accessible by you. Once they are seated at the table, you won't be able to see anything above their waist, so they are free to remove the masks if they so choose. There are two rules for you. First, there is no talking at all by you. They do not want to hear you, even though they all know that there is a pretty young lady beneath the table, they don't want to be reminded of it while they are eating. Second, you must not attempt to see who is at the table, no matter what. So if you have any plans at all about trying to blackmail or contacting the press to try to cash in, don't do it. Remember what I said about these people. They can and will make your life much more miserable than you could make theirs."

"When you have finished pleasuring each guest, and they have all finished their meals, I will lead them all out of the dining room and you will come out from under the table. I will send my butler in with your payment, and you will be free to go."

Jess took a deep breath and swallowed hard, then she looked around the room once more. She was trying to convince herself that she could do this. It was not easy because she knew that she shouldn't but the money was just too good to pass up. She saw no other alternative. She looked back at Barbara and nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, I need the money." she whispered.

"Of course you do dear, I wouldn't have asked you here if you didn't. Now, don't forget the rules, it is very important, especially if you want to be invited back." She was standing beside one of the chairs and she pulled it out. "As you can see, each chair is specially made for easy access." the chair seats were made short with a curved edge to allow oral sex. "You have time to sit down and relax for a few minutes, but you must crawl under the table and pull the chair back by ten of seven, no later. Is that clear?"

Jess nodded and said "Yes ma'am. I'll do my best."

"Very well. I must go get ready to receive my guests." With that she left the room and closed the heavy door behind her.

At ten of seven, Jess got up on shaky legs and made her way over to the chair that was still pulled out. She peered under the table and saw that it was quite dark. Thinking that it might make it easier for her to do if she couldn't see much. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under, then turned and pulled the chair back in behind her. Once the chair was pulled in there was even less light and she backed up to the head of the table.

The room was quiet for another five minutes before the door opened and she could hear several people walking across the floor toward the table. Jess was shivering but she wasn't cold, she was nervous. As chairs were pulled out she could see flashes of light and several sets of legs covered by the bottom half of robes slid into the chairs and the light was blocked again. 

Jess sat in the middle of the table afraid to touch anybody and looking around. She realized with dawning horror that out of the eight people who were here, five were women and three were men. The men wore blue robes whole the women wore pink. She hadn't thought that there would be women here. She wanted to get out of here and she could go to the end chair which was unoccupied, but she was afraid. There was talking above her but it was muted and she figured that it was the table blocking the sound. 

Realizing that she wasn't getting anywhere by just sitting here and her bills wouldn't be paid if she wasn't paid, she slid over to the nearest man and, with trembling hands, she opened his robe and looked at his flaccid penis. It was curled around his hairless nut sack, looking like a fat worm. She stared at it for a few moments, inspecting it and not daring to touch it yet. She didn't notice his hands moving around her until she felt her hair grabbed and suddenly she was pulled forward roughly, her nose flattened against his soft cock.

The smell of his sex was not entirely unpleasant, but it was strong and it filled her nostrils as she tried to pull her head back. He didn't let go and she felt his manhood swelling as it filled with blood. Her hands were on his thighs and she took a few moments before she realized that this was what she was here for. 

Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and licked back and forth on the base of his suddenly throbbing seven inch cock. She started to slide her tongue up the length of his rod, but only made it about half way before he pushed her back down. At first she was confused. She was expecting to give him head and from what she knew about giving head, that meant sucking the 'head' of his penis. Instead, he pushed her down until her mouth was on his ball sack. 

She wasn't sure what he wanted until he started pushing his crotch up into her face and tilting himself, opening his legs wide and exposing himself more to her. She stuck her tongue out again and licked around his nut sack, realizing for the first time that they were completely hairless. He moved one hand to the top of her head and the other moved down by her mouth. She felt and tasted his fingers momentarily as he grabbed one of his balls through his scrotum and lifted it, pushing it toward her lips.

She understood at that point that he wanted her to suck on his balls so she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his testicle. It was way larger than she expected it to be and at first it slipped out, leaving her with a mouthful of his scrotum skin. He moved quickly though pulling his nut back up and inserting it back into her mouth. This time she sucked and closed her lips around the bulbous ball. She heard a muffled moan from above and his hands pulled away from her. She was encouraged by his movements and continued suckling and twirling her tongue around.

She had never done this before. Sure she had sucked one cock for a few minutes, but sucking balls was different. It wasn't bad, just like sucking that other guys cock hadn't been that bad either, just different. She sucked the one testicle for about thirty seconds before wondering if she could get both in her mouth at the same time. She moved her hand up and started working his other one in, opening her mouth as wide as she could. She knew how easy it was to hurt a mans testicles and she didn't want to hurt this man. 

She didn't know who it was but she sensed that hurting him would not be good for her cause. At the same time, she knew if he enjoyed having one nut in her mouth, then two would be better. It was a stretch but she finally managed to slip the other one in. Her mouth was impossibly full with the spongy mass and her tongue fit nicely between the two oblong balls. She wiggled her tongue around and felt him tense up. 

Saliva had pooled in the bottom of her mouth and started to drool out and down her chin. Attempting to slurp up the drool, she slid her tongue over her bottom lip and under his fleshy scrotum. She heard him groan and then thought she heard him saying something about " Oh yeah lick my ass" or something close. That was when she realized, how close she was to actually doing that. She wasn't actually licking his ass but she was licking the skin beneath his balls which was very close to his asshole. 

It kind of wigged her out a bit, especially because she didn't know who this man was. She was looking up at his swollen penis waving in front of her eyes. Even though there was little light down here, her eyes had adjusted and she could see a drop of clear liquid slowly drip down the head of his member. She knew that it was pre-cum and that meant that he was close to orgasm. She pushed with her tongue, popping his balls out of her stretched mouth and moving with more confidence now, she put his cock head in her mouth. 

His head was throbbing and hot and her wet mouth slid down past the helmet till she felt him in the back of her mouth. She could not deep throat so she wrapped her hand around the base and moved her mouth up and down, sucking and twirling her tongue around. She knew he must be close, but she didn't know how close until he grabbed her head and held her while he erupted his boiling seed into her throat. It surprised her so much that she tried to pull back but he held her tight. 

It was her first taste of sperm and she really didn't like it one bit but she couldn't pull back and her mouth was soon filled to overflowing. Not knowing what to do in the moment, she swallowed the bitter tasting sludge down and felt it coating her throat and warming her all the way down to her belly. After six squirts he finally let her go and she sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Her mouth was filled with the terrible taste of sperm and she worried that the next man would do the same, forcing her to swallow. She looked across the table at the woman sitting opposite of the man she just took care of. She was scared to perform oral sex on a woman, but she couldn't do another man right now. She slid over and without hesitating (she may have changed her mind had she hesitated) she opened the robe and looked at the pussy. 

It appeared to be a young woman. Her skin was so soft and smooth and her pussy lips were thin. She was also hairless. She leaned in rather close and inhaled the smell of the pussy. It was not at all unlike her own smell (which she secretly enjoyed). The owner of this pussy readjusted her bottom on the chair, sliding her butt forward as far as she could without falling off the narrow seat and spreading her legs wide. This movement caused her labia to spread open, revealing a wonderful pink gash and a slightly stronger smell. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the smell was kind of intoxicating and Jess noticed a familiar tingle in her own pussy that she hadn't felt when she sucked the penis.

A small delicate hand slid under the table and found Jess's cheek. The gentle hand caressed the side of her face and her thumb slid down to her lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the thumb glide softly over her lips and carefully pull down her bottom lip. She let the strange unknown woman slide her thumb into her mouth and she closed her lips on the digit and sucked. It was amazingly erotic and Jess's hand slid up the woman's smooth thigh. Her fingers came to rest on the inner thigh, right next to her plumping labia, but she didn't touch her pussy yet. 

The hand on her face pulled away and landed on the pussy in front of her. She watched fascinated as the first two fingers rubbed up and down then spread open the lips, revealing her clitoris. Jess was so enthralled with the show in front of her eyes that she didn't see the girls other hand reach under and grab her head from the other side. She wasn't rough at all, not like the man had been. In fact, there was almost a loving way that she gently found the back of Jess's head and pulled her forward. 

Jess understood that the girl was horny and she let herself be pulled forward until her lips came into contact with the delicate pussy lips. She wasn't afraid anymore of tasting a woman and she opened her mouth and licked up the length of the moist slit. She heard a faint feminine moan from above and she went to work. Being that this was the very first time that she had ever gone down on a woman, she figured that she would do what felt good to her. Although she had let two guys fuck her, only one had attempted to go down on her and he had been clumsy and too rough. His whiskers had pricked her sensitive skin and after only about thirty seconds of him slurping around, she pulled him up to fuck. It hadn't been very pleasant. 




Under the Table



She started down low, at the very bottom of the pussy hole and she licked carefully and slowly around the opening. The taste was about what she thought it would be as she had tasted her own juices before. It was rather pleasant and she was getting more and more turned on the longer her face was here. After she licked all around and inside, she slowly slid her tongue up through the now engorged labial lips. When she reached the clit, she first licked all around it before flicking it with the tip of her tongue and then wrapping her lips around the tiny clit and sucking it. 

She must have been doing something right because she felt the thighs tighten as the legs closed on both sides of her head. Realizing that this girl was on her way to an orgasm, Jess renewed flicking her tongue while her lips were still wrapped around the clit and she was gently sucking. 

She wished she could see this woman's face, but that was impossible. She could imagine it though and she pictured her as a pretty brunette, maybe with her hair tied back and wearing glasses for that librarian look. She imagined her face flushed red and her eyes narrowed to small slits. Her lips would be a rich shade of red and opened in an 'O' shape as she tilted her head back. Her hands and toes would be clenching along with her puckered asshole as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge. 

As Jess was painting this picture in her head, she had slid her own hand down between her legs and was rubbing her own pussy through her pants. The pussy at her mouth, the pussy attached to a woman she didn't know and would never see, started to clench and she heard a loud but somewhat muffled "OOOOOOHHHHHHH". Suddenly, the woman who was cumming started bouncing her pussy around as her clitoris became super sensitive to the wildly flicking tongue and sucking lips that were still working their magic. 

For a moment, Jess tried to stay with her as she didn't want to stop sucking and licking, but then she realized what was happening and she slid down to the now very wet pussy that was still locked in spasms. The bouncing stopped as she slid her tongue back into the now clenching opening. The juices now tasted different, thicker and muskier and it turned Jess on even more.

She continued to gently lap around the pussy until the young lady pushed her away. As she sat back on her heels, she looked at the pussy that she had just finished pleasing and was amazed at how different it looked now from before she started to lick. For one thing, it was much redder and plumper. The lips were splayed out and wet with a thick white creamy cum. Where before it looked so tight and neat, now it was spread open and disheveled. It was an amazing sight and she wished she could spend more time on this one pussy, but she had so many more people to deal with that she reluctantly pulled away, letting her hand slide down her soft thigh and off her knee. 

She looked around once again and decided that she could do another woman before finishing the next guy. She sidled over to the next pink robe and confidently opened it to reveal the next pussy. It was an overweight woman with a strong smell. She pulled back as the smell assaulted her nostrils and had to calm her suddenly nervous stomach. She tentatively sniffed and realized that the smell wasn't as bad as she first thought. Sure it was a much thicker and heavier smell than the first pussy she smelled and tasted, but it really wasn't that bad. 

This woman's legs were as thick around as Jess's waist and her belly rolls hung partway over her crotch. She was also hairy and where the first pussy had been so neat looking before she started, this pussy looked rather forbidding.

Jess truly had nothing against fat people, in fact, she had an aunt that was always struggling with her weight and was probably as big as this woman, if not bigger. She loved her aunt and was very close to her.

Steeling herself for what she expected to be a difficult task, Jess leaned in close and tried to lick the plump pussy. Her forehead however, pressed up against the flabby belly and the way she was kneeling made it nearly impossible for her to reach without straining her neck. She tried turning her head but was met on both sides by the thick thighs. 

As if realizing that she was having trouble, the woman wiggled her large ass forward to the edge of the seat and using one hand, she pulled up her belly, giving Jess the room she needed. 

Thinking over and over 'I need the money. I need the money' Jess closed her eyes and lunged forward. Her nose got in the way at first and sunk into the moist flesh. She pushed herself onward and started licking. The taste was far different from the first pussy. This had a saltier taste which she figured was probably sweat. It was also very creamy and it coated her tongue. She wasted little time and quickly went after the clitoris, which was much more pronounced than the first. This one stuck out nearly an inch and she sucked it into her mouth like a mini cock. 

She felt the large body shudder as she flicked her tongue back and forth on the swelling nub. Hoping it would help, she slid her hand beneath her chin and slid two fingers into the cunt as deep as she could. It was soft, wet and very warm and she pushed on the upper wall as she slid her fingers in and out. Form above she could hear someone huffing over and over like an old steam engine train.

She could feel juices running down her hand as she fingered faster. She could also feel the massive legs on either side of her face twitching and trembling. Sensing that orgasm was close, Jess took a chance and tired pushing all four fingers into the sloppy pussy. She was surprised when they slid in rather easily and she pushed her hand in all the way to her thumb.

That turned out to be the trigger that set her off and suddenly Jess found herself clamped tightly between those thunderous thighs. If her ears hadn't been completely sealed she would have heard screaming and "I'm ccccccuuuuuummmmmmiiinnnngggg" and a few other grunts and groans. She didn't hear a thing though other than her own heartbeat in her head. She also heard and felt a powerful spray of hot liquid that squirted over her hand, hitting her neck and running down her chest.

Wedged between the giant legs she was unable to pull back as she felt what she thought was pee spray her and soak her blouse. She couldn't even pull her lips off the woman's clit or her hand from her pussy until finally the cellulite laden thighs loosened up. Jess pulled away as soon as she could. 

For a split second she almost fled the scene. There were two empty chairs on either end of the table that she could easily push out and she could run from the room without looking back. Thinking that she had been pissed on, especially so close to her mouth, had really unsettled her and had her second guessing her decision. But when she looked down at the small puddle on the floor, she saw that the liquid was clear instead of yellow. She also could smell the fluid and although it had a strong odor, it was not the smell of piss. Jess may have been young, but she was aware that some women could ejaculate just like men when they came and that was what it appeared had happened. It made her feel good that she had caused this woman to cum so hard that she squirted.

What she didn't like though was having a big wet sticky mess on her shirt. Knowing that the people at the table were not going to look under the table, she pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor. Realizing that her bra was wet too, she slipped out of that also.

Topless now, she moved over to the next blue robe and opened it with her wet hand. A seven inch uncut penis popped up, standing straight up. She giggled under her breath and realized that up top it must be very erotic to see people next to yourself moaning in orgasm but not being able to see what's going on underneath. They could only imagine what was going on and anticipate what was going to happen to them. She was really starting to get into this now.

This was the first uncircumcised penis that she had ever seen in person and she wanted to examine it. She reached up and cupped his balls with her left hand while she used just the tips of her fingers on her right hand to play with his foreskin. Pulling the skin down to expose the head, then sliding it back up. The cock twitched and some pre-cum oozed out of the slit. It seemed that it wouldn't take much manipulation to make this one erupt.

Leaning in she extended her tongue and licked up the shaft. She used her hand to pull the foreskin down, then tickled the slit with the tip of her tongue. She pulled back for a moment and saw that his cock head was turning purple. She moved in quickly and engulfed the head with her lips, not to suck but to tease and make it wet. She barely touched him with her lips, simply encircled the head and drooled a dollop of saliva down the side of his throbbing prick. As the spit dripped down, she slid up so her breasts were on either side of his cock and used her hands to trap him between them. 

It was awkward and cramped and she had to keep her head tilted down to fit which put her mouth right at the top of his cock. She could barely move at all but she didn't need to. Lifting up and down as much as she possibly could she felt his manhood sliding in between her mounds and with her lips covering his cock head, she sucked and licked all around his pee slit until she felt the head expanding even bigger before the first hot blast of semen squirted over her tongue.

She pulled back this time but kept stroking with her hand while he spewed all over his belly. She stroked him until there was no more sperm leaking from the tip of his cock and he started to loose his erection.

Four were done and four remained and Jess wanted to do another woman. She moved back across the table to the next pink robe and opened it. It was a surprise to see that this woman was black. Jess was not prejudice at all, in fact she had a relative who was black. Her aunt had adopted a black girl fifteen years ago named Dianna who had grown up with Jess. Di, as she liked to be called, was now twenty years old and beautiful and living with a white woman.

Now, as Jess stared into the dark pussy in front of her, she briefly wondered if it would taste the same as the young white pussy she ate first. This pussy also belonged to a young woman and from the appearance, it seemed that the owner was already turned on. She guessed that because there was clear fluid already seeping out. She leaned in close, putting her nose right up to the hairless pubic area, and breathed deeply, savoring the smell. She could smell a familiar scent of perfume but couldn't place it.

She stuck out her tongue and pushed it deeply between the pussy lips of the black woman eliciting a strong moan from above her. She thought it was kind of funny that the voice of the moan sounded just a little bit like her cousin. She delved on, pushing her tongue as deeply as she could and tasting the excitement of the unknown young black lady. She was playing a game in her head of imagining what each person looked like by what their sexual organs looked like. This pussy in her mind belonged to a pretty young woman who looked a little like Halle Barry but with darker skin. This woman had skin as dark as Ti, or so it seemed. It was hard to tell how dark her skin was because of the low light.

The taste of this pussy wasn't at all like either of the other ones she had already licked, but it still tasted lovely. She stayed with her tongue in deep for several seconds then slid it out and licked up between the inner pussy lips. When she reached the clit she heard another moan and once again smiled at the way it sounded like her cousin. She worked quickly tickling with her tongue and sucking with her lips. Her fingers found the hole that her tongue had just vacated and she slid her first two digits in deep.

She had to tilt her head to the side a bit with her hand where it was but it wasn't too uncomfortable. With her fingers buried deep she could gauge how close this woman was to cumming by the way her pussy clenched and unclenched. With each clench, her fingers were squeezed and more fluid dripped out. It took all of three minutes licking and fingering before her fingers were squeezed much tighter. She could tell that she was bringing on another orgasm.

Jess herself was more horny than she had ever been and really wanted to masturbate but she still had three more people to finish off before she would get paid. She wondered what course was being served up top and how much longer she had to finish. With one more man and two more women, she decided to finish the man first and end with back to back pussies. 

She backed away from the black lady and was impressed by how much her legs were shaking as she experienced the fading effects of her orgasm. Quickly she slid back across the table to the last blue robe that hadn't been opened. She half expected the man to be black but when she opened the robe it was another white man. This one was circumcised and this one was the longest of the three. He was semi hard and he was seven inches long. Once he felt his robe being opened though, his cock grew quickly without her even touching it. Once he was fully erect he was nine inches long but very thin. The head was quite large and shaped rather like a mushroom and the shaft was lined with thick veins that stood out nearly a quarter inch. 

She pushed his now erect penis up until it was laying on his belly and she went down on his balls. If the first guy liked it so much she figured this guy probably would also. She put her lips against his sack which was covered in short stubble that was remarkably soft, and sucked in a mouthful of his scrotum. His right testicle popped into her open mouth and she closed her lips around it as much as she could without putting too much pressure on it. 

Once again she heard a loud but muffled "UUUUUHHHH" sound over her head and she knew that he liked it. She had a hold of his penis in her hand and she wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft. She stroked up and down while she lavished his testicle in her mouth. His prick was jumping in her hand and she figured that he was real close so she popped her mouth off his now spit covered ball sack and she quickly engulfed his cock head. She couldn't raise her head up much because of the table so she kept stroking with her hands and just sucked like a vacuum cleaner. 

His hands came down on both sides of her head and they were balled into fists. She worried that he was going to grab her head like the first guy did but he didn't touch her. Instead, he just started squirting without warning. The first hot spray surprised her and she pulled up too quick, thumping her head hard on the bottom of the table and for a moment she saw stars. Her mouth though was still full of his cock head and while she was dazed he was still shooting sperm into her mouth. 

Then he thrust up, his cock entering the back of her throat, and she gagged and nearly threw up. She somehow managed to breathe through her nose and fight the urge to puke as his cock leaked more sperm. She slid back letting his still creaming prick slide out of her mouth and rubbed the lump on the back of her head. Her mouth was still full of cum and she swallowed with a grimace then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

There were two more to go and they were both female. The last two ladies were sitting next to each other on the other side of the table and Jess sidled over between the two. Her mouth and tongue were tired and she wanted to hurry things along so she decided to try something a little different. Sitting between both ladies, she used both hands to open both robes at the same time. Both of them looked to be more mature ladies from the looks of things. She guessed that they were both at least in there forties and one was probably older than that. 

It really didn't matter to her how old they were, she had come this far and she wasn't going to stop now with only two left. She slid both hands up the insides of both ladies thighs and started fingering them both. They were both very moist but she thought they could each use some more lubrication so she pulled her hands back and spit in both. She rubbed the spit into their cunts and started working on them both. That was when she noticed that each one had her hand down by her side and she got another idea. She reached over and grabbed both of their hands and crossed them over to each others cunts.

It was a risky move to be sure but she was feeling more daring than usual. At first neither one made any move and she thought that she had fucked up good. 'Oh well' she thought and she pushed on both of their fingers, driving them into the wet pussies. Then something remarkable happened and they both started to finger fuck each other. Jess sat back and watched for about ten seconds as they both drove their fingers in and out of their pussies. She probably could have just sat back and watched the show and let them pleasure each other because they both seemed to be enjoying it, but she wanted to help.

She put her hands back and started rubbing all around both of their crotches. They were both soaked by now and they were both into fingering each other so she made sure her fingers were plenty wet and she stuck both of her middle fingers into each woman's ass hole. They were much tighter than the pussies and now she understood why guys liked to fuck girls assholes so much.

She pushed her two fingers in and out of the two ladies asses and could feel them each pulsating and clenching. Both women were heavily leaking from their pussies which lubricated her fingers enough. Her hands were curled into fists except for her middle fingers and she punched and pulled, punched and pulled until they both started to cum at the same time. It was amazing to watch these two pussies side by side as they both started to jump around as they rode the waves of pleasure to the end. 

Finally she slid her two fingers out of their asses and sat back. She was finished and she only needed to wait for them to all leave. It took another five minutes or so before they all started to get up and push their chairs back in. a few minutes later the room was empty and she climbed out and stood up, stretching her body which had been cooped up for so long. She carried her bra and shirt in her hand. They were still wet and the room was empty so she wasn't worried. She sat on the couch and put on her damp clothes and waited. 

About ten minutes later, the butler came in and placed an envelope in her hand.

She opened it and pulled out a piece of paper that read - Congratulations Jessica, my guests have enjoyed your talents very much. Your payment of five thousand dollars cash is here. They have all raved about how good you were at pleasing them and they would like to schedule another dinner with you under the table again. The choice ultimately is yours, so think about it and I will be calling you in a few days to find out your answer."

It was signed with just a big flourishing letter B.

She took out the money, counted it, folded it and put it in her pocket. She turned to the butler who motioned for her to follow him and he led her to the front door, happy that she had money to pay her bills and a way to earn more soon.