1 comments/ 39488 views/ 10 favorites Catering to His Holiday Needs By: mernie99 "Shelly? Is that you?" I turned around to see a familiar man standing behind me in the gourmet shop. Not knowing if I should embrace him or shake his hand, I opted for the former, giving him a warm bear hug. "Mr. Van Summerin!" "Austin, please." Austin Van Summerin was a former neighbor, three houses down. Even though he had no kids of his own, the kids on the block always considered him to be the "cool guy." On any given weekend day, you'd find Mr. Van Summerin either working out in the yard or tinkering in his garage. And yet he was never too busy to shop what he was doing and chat with a neighbor, adult or child. He watched our street games, providing encouragement and advice. And, by far, he had the coolest house on the block when it came time for Halloween and Christmas. He was a happy-go-lucky type of guy in his mid 20s, tall and lean, a bit nerdy but with a cute baby face and a slight gap between his front teeth. About five years ago he moved away; Mom said that the Van Summerins divorced. He continued, "So, you must be in college by now." "Yep, I'm a sophomore at State." I paused, "How have you been? We miss you around the neighborhood. The kids don't know what to do when their bikes gets flat tires." Austin smiled and said, "I miss the old neighborhood, too. I moved into a condo on the golf course. Great view, but I miss my garage." Austin looked me over and continued, "You've grown into quite a pretty young lady, Shelley." I smiled broadly. I thought of Austin as my favorite uncle, always supportive and encouraging. Admittedly, the last time I saw him I was flat-chested and sporting braces. I'm not exactly a knockout, but boys have noticed me. I'm 5-6, a bit on the boyish side, with narrow hips and smart breasts. I tan pretty well, and since I live in Florida, it's pretty much a year-round look. My hair is thin, straight, and blonde, falling slightly below my shoulder blades. I've been told I have a cute face. Frankly, I'm not crazy about the slightly upturned nose, but most people like it. "Are you doing some last minute Christmas shopping?" Austin enquired. "Not really. I promised Mom I would take care of the Christmas Eve party this year, so I'm looking for some goat cheese. I guess that's what happens when you major in Hospitality. Everyone expects you to plan the parties." "Hospitality?" Austin asked, looking puzzled. "That's a major?" "Yeah, sure. Hotel and restaurant management. There's a great need for that sort of thing in Florida, you know. Actually, I wanted to go to a culinary school, but my parents said it had to be a four year college. But I've been taking lots of cooking courses, so I can't complain too much." Austin got a twinkle in his eye and said, "Oh, Shelley, we need to talk. I'm kind of in a fix right now." I looked at Austin quizzically and asked, "What's up?" "I don't know what you know about my work, but I'm branch manager for a computer company here in Orlando. It's a nationwide company, with 12 branches, and I've got the southeast territory." I replied, "No, I didn't know that. Not a surprise, really, as we knew you were a techie." "Exactly!" Austin continued, "I know computers, electronics. I can manage my staff. But I can't deal with parties." Now I was curious. "Parties?" "My branch is hosting a big negotiation with a new German supplier. It's apparently huge. I'm not really involved with the deal, to be honest. Our all the big-wigs from corporate are down here. They like Central Florida much better than Chicago this time of year. For the last two weeks I've been nothing but the errand boy for the company brass. Apparently, the negotiations will be winding down tomorrow." "Well, that's great!" "You'd think," Austin continued, "but this morning the CEO pulls me aside and suggests that we need to have a post-negotiation cocktail party. He wants it to be intimate, suggested that we meet over at my place." Sarcastically I noted, "Oh, great!" "I called the maid service and they are cleaning the place now. But here's the thing. I can't find a caterer. Do you know how hard it is to find someone at the last minute, and for the Friday night before Christmas?" "I can imagine!" "It was suggested that gourmet shops might be able to help. The guys in this shop just handed me a menu and said, 'Let me know what you want and we'll see if we can get it to you. No promises.' Shelley, I have no idea what to do." "Can I see the menu?" I enquired. Austin handed me the flier. "They crossed out the ones that they know are not possible." "That's two-thirds of the list. God, unless you like crab dip and crackers, you might have a problem." "The CEO said to spare no expense. He emphasized classy. As if I have time for this. I'm working on the year end numbers." "What can I do to help, Austin?" "Can you figure this out for me? Maybe order the food and liquor? Maybe help prepare and serve, perhaps finding another friend to help you? I can pay you very well." "Actually, it sounds like fun. I'd probably do it for free, but I won't complain about some extra Christmas cash." "That's a yes, then?" Austin asked. "Sure!" Austin took me out to lunch, where we discussed the details. It turned out to be a bit more than I expected. He needed his condo decorated for the holidays. A well-stocked bar was expected, as was a wide selection of finger food. And the catering staff (that would be me and a friend) was to dress the part. And all this arranged in a day and a half. By 3 pm I presented a menu to him, which he enthusiastically accepted. He gave me $1,000 cash for supplies, asking me to keep all receipts. We exchanged cars, as I needed his SUV to haul decorations. When we met up at his apartment at 5:30, his vehicle was loaded down with a 12 foot Christmas tree, a dozen poinsettias, a large wreath, and boxes and boxes of decorations. Austin went out to meet the car. Popping up the trunk I asked, "Can you give me a hand?" With a smile, Austin said, "No problem. Where's the bicycle tire?" "Smart ass!" I replied. Austin went right to work unloading the car, and then set the tree up and strung the lights. At the same time I was arranging the decorations on the wreath. Without looking up, I mentioned, "I called my friend Brianna, and she says she's willing to help out. She said that she'd look for some sort of an outfit for us to wear tomorrow and would head over after she finds that. She'll help decorate, too. Brie is much better at this artistic stuff than I am. Oh, yes, and she's an experienced bartender." "Good find. I'm feeling much better about this party knowing that you are on the case." "It's not over yet," I admitted. "Say, as soon as Brie comes over, I'm going to have to bail to go shopping for food. Which reminds me, did you get the liquor?" I wasn't yet 21, so I couldn't purchase the liquor. "Not yet," Austin responded. "I dropped your list off at my liquor store on the way home. They said they'd have it ready for me any time after six." Austin paused and continued, "We might actually pull this one off." Brie arrived a bit after 6:15. "So, what will we be wearing tomorrow?" I asked her. "Well, you told me classy," Brie began, "but since this is going to be a holiday party, I decided we should have Santa hats as well." Austin and I looked at each other and nodded our heads. "Sounds good," accessed Austin. Shelly emptied the contents of her shopping bags on the table. In a loud tone, I said, "Brie, that's not classy. That's trashy." For each of us, she purchased a tight red top, showing the midriff, a low and obscenely short skirt, and "hooker" high heels. "This looks like something you'd find at Hooters," I complained. "It's not that bad, Shell. The material is satin. And it's going to look real cute with these matching Santa hats." I looked over at Austin to support my position. "Actually," he started, "I think it could work. Besides, all of the guests will be men. Hell, I might even get a promotion by having two college hotties serving them." Brie playfully stuck out her tongue and gave me one of those, "See, I told you" looks. A day later Austin's house was spotless, decorated for the season, and the food trays were largely arranged. Brie and I went into the spare bedroom and started to change into our outfits. With a sigh of disgust, I said, "Brie," I'm a size 7, not a size 5." "Oh, sorry, Shell." "Have you seen my bra?" I asked. "Your bra?" she aped innocently. "Yeah, I brought one with me this morning," I explained. "You aren't wearing one now?" "You may not have noticed this, Brie, but I'm not exactly well stacked. I just slipped on a sweatshirt this morning. But I brought a bra and it was right here on this chair." I could tell by her smile that she was playing with me. "Brie, this is serious. What did you do with my bra?" "I thought it would be more fun if we didn't wear them." "Brie. C'mon. Our guests will be here in less than a half hour. Where did you hide it?" "It's not here, Shell. Remember the guy who delivered the seafood?" I nodded. Brie continued, "I kind of gave it to him as a tip." "You WHAT?!" I was visibly upset. Things had been going rather well until now, and I didn't need this. I paused and continued, "I know that you have always been a bit of a slut, and I don't normally have a problem with that. And if this was our party, I'd be game. But it's not. This is supposed to be a classy cocktail party. My friend could get in trouble for this." For the first time, I saw regret in Brie's eyes. "You're right. I'm sorry. I wish I could fix this, but I really did give your bra away. Try it on, Shell. It may not be as bad as you think." Actually, Brie was right. Unless you were staring, you couldn't really tell that I was braless. After getting dressed, both Brie and I stood in front of the mirror. We were an odd pair. Both blonde. Both about the same height. But she had thick bouncy hair and was amply endowed on top, with a full face and lips. I, on the other hand, was a stick. "Oh, Shell, I wish I had your tan," Brie remarked. "And your face is perfect. You don't even need make-up." I reached over and gave Brie a hug. Just when I was feeling so self-conscious about my appearance, she finds a way to make me feel good. "I guess this isn't so bad after all," I admitted. "Listen, I've got a few more trays to load. Come out when you get the chance. And, remember ... professional ... not slutty." "I'll remember." As I walked out the door Brie added, "And I really am sorry." Austin had hired a limo, so the gentlemen arrived together a bit after six o'clock. Brie positioned herself behind the bar, ready to pour drinks. I picked up a tray of hors'doerves and headed towards the guests. "Good evening. Would you care for salmon?" I asked the first guest with a smile. "Sure thing, baby," he replied. I later learned that this man, balding, with a round but pleasant face, was CEO of Austin's company, Phil Metz. In the entrance way I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. To my surprise, my nipples were now quite erect and visible. Because we adjusted the air conditioning to accommodate the increased number of guests, the room was chilled. Unfortunately, there was little I could do about that fact. The lead negotiator for the German team, Peter, was actually quite handsome ... for an older guy at least. He was tall and muscular, with a full head of blond hair and perfect teeth. Brie took to him right away, shamelessly flirting with him. So much for keeping it professional, I thought to myself. Brie never had a shortage of men wanting a drink or some light conversation from her. An hour into the party, now circulating my 5th tray, Austin pulled me aside and whispered, "Nice job" into my ears. It was kind of him to acknowledge that, but I could tell the party was a success by the laughter and animated conversation heard throughout his condo. A little while later, Brie pulled me aside and asked, "Can you cover the bar for a while? I need to use the bathroom." "Sure, no problem." I placed a few trays on the table and moved over to the bar. The change was actually quite pleasant. Instead of fretting with food, I was able to socialize with guests. Two from the German delegation, Hans and Dieter, ambled over and started flirting with me. "There must be something in this American water," Dieter noted, "Because all the women here are so sexy." Dieter was in his mid 30s, perhaps, the most serious looking of the Germans. He was on the lean side, had dark hair, and wore black rimmed glasses that made him appear bookish. "Look, she's blushing" Hans noted. Hans was a bit older, perhaps in his 40s. He seemed to have the best command of the English language, with only a hint of accent in his voice. He had round wire frame glasses, was blond, with a receding hairline. Trying to stay professional, I said, "Can I freshen your drinks?" "I could another gin and tonic," Hans suggested. "Coming right up," I replied cheerfully. "So, what I want to know," Dieter said, "Is where are we going to have our turn with you?" "Pardon me?" I enquired. "Like Peter and that beautiful Brianna." I was still confused and shrugged my shoulders. "You haven't noticed that they are both missing?" Hans asked. I looked around for Peter and he was nowhere to be found. Internally, I was fuming. God, what a slut, I thought to myself. So much for being professional. Phil, the CEO of Austin's company, approached us and said, "Excuse me gentlemen. May I have a private word with this young lady?" After Dieter and Hans moved away, Phil whispered in my ear, "The other girl, she's missing." "Yes, I think she's in the powder room," I replied back in a low tone. Phil smiled and shook his head from side to side. "Oh no, baby, she's not in the bathroom. I've put her on a special assignment." "You did?" I asked with a bit of surprise in my voice. "I offered her a nice bonus if she would take care of our German friends." I truly didn't know what to say. This was pretty low, but I couldn't exactly criticize the CEO. Slowly I managed to say, "I see." "I want to extend the same offer to you. $1,500 bonus." My first reaction was to say "no." But then I thought about the money. During the fall semester I worked 15 hours per week in the cafeteria. For the whole semester I don't think that I made that much money. $1,500 ... for what? I'd be spreading my legs for a few hours. It's not like I was a virgin. OK, so it was almost like I was a virgin. There had only been two boys, before. The first guy broke my cherry and then lost all interest in me. And then there was a boy my freshman year of college, Brad. We dated for a few months, and slept together a total of four times. I swallowed hard and said, "Thank you all the same, but I was hired by Mr. Van Summerin to provide catering services. My first priority has to be helping him." "If you really want to help Mr. Van Summerin, then perhaps you should think long and hard about keeping the big boss happy." "I'm not sure I follow you," I replied. "I need to consolidate a few of the branches. Your friend, Mr. Van Summerin, may or may not be having a Happy New Years. If you want to do what's best for this man, then I strongly suggest that you accept my offer. Capiche?" Phil paused and then added, "I'll give you five minutes to think about it." Austin noticed the change in my demeanor and immediately rushed to my side, inquiring, "Did the old guy intimidate you? He's pretty good at that." With a forced smile, I reminded Austin, "He's your boss, not mine. He was actually very nice. Apparently he made a very generous offer to Brie to entertain your German friends." "Entertain?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I believe they are in your bedroom now. Mr. Metz extended the same deal to me." "Oh, Shelley ..." "It's a very generous offer, Austin." With my best acting face, I continued, "And, besides, the Germans seem like a lot of fun. Uh, you won't let it get back to my family, will you?" "You're seriously considering this?" he asked. "Actually, I've already accepted his offer," I lied. "If you'll excuse me ..." I walked towards Phil. I tried to act calm and mature, but found myself nervously twirling my hair. "OK, I've decided to accept your offer." Phil grinned at me, slapped my ass, and said, "Glad that you've come to your senses, girl. I can't wait to get my cock in your mouth." "You told me that I was to entertain the Germans," I pointed out. "And so you will, girl. So you will." Phil's eyes moved toward the right and then said, "I see your friend has returned." Brie and Peter reentered the room. Brie was animated, laughing loudly. Her hair was slightly mussed, and her outfit looked a bit disheveled. Phil cleared his throat and spoke up loudly. "Gentlemen, I want to thank you all for working so diligently these last few weeks. I think we should all be proud that we arrived at an agreement that should be very lucrative for both companies. I understand and appreciate the personal sacrifices that all of you have made to attend these sessions, being away from your families so long, and particularly during this holiday season. But, tonight, gentlemen, I hope that we can take advantage of Austin Van Summerins' hospitality. Austin, I can't thank you enough for pulling this together so quickly. You have a lovely home and I, personally, feel like I have been filled with the holiday spirit." I looked over at Austin, who seemed genuinely touched by Phil's sentiments. Phil continued, "I'd also like to thank our lovely hostesses for this evening, Brianna and Kelly." (Shelley, I thought to myself. It's Shelley.) "I've never seen two hornier college girls in my life. Men, I think we need to help them out. Kelly here just told me she was dying to swallow my seed. Anyone that wants to watch, follow me back. I promise you that she's got a big appetite, so don't you worry. You'll get your turn. And, Brianna, why don't you stay out here and serve up the rest. Men, when she asks, Coffee, tea, or me? she really means it." With a dramatic pause, Phil concluded, "Anyhow, again, thanks for the hard work, everyone. Time for some hard play." Phil laughed loudly at his joke. Most of the other men laughed politely. Brie leaned into me and whispered, "I've never met someone so full of shit." "Tell me!" I returned. "This is why I'm not a business major." Phil spoke up loudly again. "Oh, one more thing. The limo is at your disposal. Anytime you want to return to the hotel, the driver will be glad to take you. Enjoy the food, the booze, the company, and Merry Christmas." In a low voice, Brie continued, "I think the big boss is pretty drunk. And lucky you. You get him first." "Yes, we Kellys are just so lucky." Phil grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go, babe." As we were heading towards the bedrooms in the back, two of the men from the Chicago office approached Phil. They explained that they were tired and were heading back to the hotel. These men were enjoying the party prior to the announcement. I surmised these were family men, with no interest in breaking their marriage vows. Phil shook their hands, slapped one on the back, and then thanked them again profusely for their hard work. I suspected that most men would choose to stay with Brianna. Not only was she prettier, but she was furthest away from Phil. As it turns out, five of the seven remaining men followed in my direction. First of all, there was Peter; he had just had his way with Brianna and was likely curious about the other girl. Hans and Dieter followed as well. And, to my surprise, so did Austin. I felt quite funny about having my old neighbor in the same room. Was he curious about me, or just there as my protector? Catering to His Holiday Needs Phil sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back and unbuckled his belt. "Come to Daddy, sweet thing." I stood a few feet in front of him, still uncertain as to what was expected. Already I was having regrets. I've been such a good girl, I thought to myself. Although I enjoy the attention I get at the beach in my bikini, only two boys had seen me completely naked before. I was anything but a skilled or experienced lover. And now there were five men in the room ... watching, waiting their turn. Phil put his hands over my breasts and started feeling me up through the satin. "Those hard nips have been driving me crazy all night." He slipped his hands in my blouse, and then determined, "This is gonna work better if you get on your knees." I knelt down before him. As Phil leaned over and pulled up my shirt, I heard the sound of a fly being unzipped from behind me. The Germans started talking amongst themselves excitedly in their native tongue, occasionally laughing. With my shirt removed, Phil cupped his hands over my breasts and then pinched my nipples hard. I winced, yet at the same time, felt a twinge in my pussy. "They may be small, but they sure are pretty," Phil commented. Directly in front of me, I saw the tip of Phil's cock spilling out of his slacks. I didn't mean to stare, but was impressed with his hard-on. I don't know much about cock sizes, but he was certainly larger than either of the boys that I slept with. "Look what how excited you made your Daddy. Take it out, Kelly. Then lick it good. I like it nice and slobbery." I had never licked a man's penis before, to be honest. My boyfriend from last year tried to convince me to give him a blow job, but I refused. He had showed me some porn on his computer, but it just seemed gross to me. Gingerly, I unzipped Phil's pants, afraid to touch that in the process. Phil sensed my hesitation and asked, "You don't have a lot of experience, do you girl?" "No, not really sir," I stammered. "You know, my friend Brianna is much better at this sort of thing than I am." "Are you a virgin?" Phil asked eagerly. "No, I've had a couple boyfriends." "College boys?" Phil asked. "One from college, and there was one in high school." "For Christ's sake, Kelly, young boys don't know jack shit about what it takes to make that cunt of yours happy. Listen, you do just what Daddy tells you and I'm gonna give you a treat that you won't soon forget." I stood up with newfound confidence and reached for my top. "Actually, Mr. Metz, my name is Shelley. And I think this was a mistake. I need to attend to the food." Phil massaged his hard cock and said, "As you wish, baby doll. I was thinking you might want to have some fun and help out a friend." Phil winked and nodded his head in the direction of Austin, who was off to his far right. "I know you want this, and Daddy's gonna teach you all you need to know." If Austin lost his job, I just wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And, actually, it wouldn't just be Austin. Just yesterday he talked with pride about his outstanding staff, seventeen workers in all. It's times like this, I thought, that I wish I had studied drama. I was not good at hiding my true feelings. I put on my best smile and replied, "You promise me you'll tell me what to do?" I looked over at Austin for his reaction. Apparently, I had fooled him. By the encouraging expression on his face, he was convinced that I really wanted this. "Sure, baby girl," Phil continued, "Think of me as your professor. Now before you get back down on your knees, why don't you take that little skirt off." I struggled removing the skirt, two sizes too small, from my hips. Dieter held me steady and pulled the skirt down my legs. Once off, Dieter's finger probed my white cotton panties. He said something in German, and then in English stated, "She's watery." I suppose that I was too nervous to realize that I was aroused. "Don't be shy, girl. Just start licking Daddy's cock." He held out his penis for me and I slowly licked it. "That's right," Phil instructed, "Like a lollypop at first, young girl. Oh, that feels so good. You want to please your Daddy, don't you?" As I nodded my head "yes", one of the Germans hooked his finger on my panties, pushed them aside, and started sucking my smooth labia. I had stimulated myself with a vibrator, before, but somehow this was much more pleasant. "Now suck your Daddy's cock, baby girl," Phil commanded. "Put it in your mouth, as much as you can take it, and suck it. Like a vacuum cleaner, little girl." I carried out Phil's instructions dutifully, but soon lost focus. The German was now eating my pussy with much intensity. When I moaned loudly, Phil said, "Mmmm. That's right, my young slut. That makes Daddy's cock feels so good." The Germans continued to talk amongst themselves. The one German took his mouth off my pussy, and dug his finger into my vagina, pressing an area that was very sensitive. I felt like I was going to pee, to be honest. Losing control, I moaned louder, expelling Phil's cock from my mouth. Phil slapped my face and said, "Naughty girl. You keep sucking Daddy's cock." He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth over his cock. I couldn't focus on anything but the sensation in my pussy, moaning loudly. Phil said, "Oh, shit baby. That's so fucking good. Your Daddy's gonna cum down that young throat of yours very soon." I was gasping for air, Phil's sizable cock being pushed against the back of my mouth. I started gagging, hoping that Phil would release me. Instead he held me down tighter, forcing me to suck hard to catch my breath. His pace picked up, and his cock seemed somehow harder. Phil said, "Mmm. Daddy's cumming now." I felt his warm cum coat the back of my throat. With my head being held tightly, I had no choice but to swallow. When he finally released me I coughed, tasting the remnants of his cum in my mouth. It wasn't pleasant tasting, nor was it as bad as I had imagined. With my head free, I sat up and looked back to see who had been working my pussy. It was Dieter. He winked at me. Hans and Peter had their hard cocks in hand. Phil pulled his pants back on, saying, "Nice job, girl. You got a future in cock-sucking. Anytime you want some practice, let me know." He laughed and then headed back to the living room, with his empty tumbler in hand. Austin followed him. Once out of the room, I shook my head from side to side and grinned a bit. Peter picked up on my non-verbal message right away, adding, "And we had the good fortune to spend the last two weeks in meetings with him." I smiled broadly now, saying, "Now I know what they mean about shit floating to the top." Hans laughed but the other Peter and Dieter looked confused. "Shit?" asked Peter. "Scheisse", translated Hans. The Germans all laughed, particularly Peter, who said, "Scheisse schwebt. Sehr gut." Hans said, "We can't all be as good as Phil ..." I laughed and said, "Well, once you've had the master, how could I accept less?" Dieter responded, "You should let us try." Hans asked, "You have not had sex many times, really?" "I'm afraid not," I stated, my tan face feeling flushed. I repositioned myself higher on the bed as the Germans talked amongst themselves for perhaps twenty seconds. Hans instructed, "Lay flat on your back. Bend and spread your legs." After getting into position, Dieter started licking my pussy again. Hans hopped on the bed to my left and began touching my nipples lightly. Peter leaned over and started kissing me on the neck, his hand stroking his cock. "You're so sexy, Shelly," Hans began. "So pretty." He continued fingering my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples, and asked, "Does this feel good?" I found myself catching my breath, but managed to respond, "Yes. Oh, yes." Dieter stopped eating my pussy, unbuckled his belt, and slipped his pants and boxers off. For a lean guy, he had an impressive dick, disproportionately long and curved inward slightly. He repositioned me again, this time with my ass at the end of the bed, my knees still bent and legs spread. He continued eating my pussy again. Peter placed his cock over my mouth, and I started sucking it. His penis was not particularly large, but solid and thick. Peter groaned in appreciation, saying, "Oh, that's so good. That's right. You are doing gut." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I found it quite hot, actually, to be worked over by three men at once. I was flattered that I could make them so hard, and wanted to return the favor. I eagerly accepted Peter's cock in my mouth. He gave me specific instructions on how to work it. He suggested that I lick his balls as well, and then showed me how I should hold and tug his balls to bring him pleasure. I could tell by Peter's moans that I was doing a good job. Dieter occasionally slipped his finger into my pussy or ass. I had no idea that my body could bring me so much pleasure. He then positioned his cock over the opening of my pussy. To be honest, intercourse with my boyfriends had been more painful than fun. I was a bit nervous about fucking Dieter, but had nothing to worry about. He had me well lubed and started slowly. As his paced picked up, I instinctively lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. His long lean cock was filling me up. Once again, I felt the urge to pee. I felt the walls of my pussy contracting and started moaning wildly. I released Peter's cock from my mouth, unable to focus on anything but the waves of sensation that were overtaking my body. I later learned that I was experiencing my first g-spot orgasm. I looked over at Deiter, who was enjoying the expressions on my face. After I came, he picked up the pace to a crazy intensity. By the look on his face, I knew that he was about to cum. "Ooooh," Deiter moaned. He stopped pumping me, and I could feel his warm cum deep within my pussy. Everyone shifted positions. Dieter head off to the living room, while Peter started fucking me. Hans put his cock in my mouth; I remembered what Peter had taught me about how to please a man orally. Hans made a few suggestions, himself. He was more into "throat fucking," teaching me how to position myself for deepest penetration. Dieter returned with a glass of wine in hand, leaned up against the dresser and took in the show. A minute later, Brie, naked and looking "perfect," walked in. She brought along Austin as well as David, the attorney for the American team. The other German had also left, I was to understand. Notably missing was Phil. Brie explained, "The big guy has passed out on the sofa and is snoring loudly. Can we set up shop here?" "Sure," acknowledged Peter, still pumping me. "The more, the better." Hans took his cock out of my mouth and held it in his hand, staring at Brianna. She was decidedly stunning. Her breasts were full and round, with large pink nipples. Although she had a tiny waist, her hips were full and her ass high and perfectly shaped. She had a trimmed pussy, with a narrow slit of light brown hair extending a few inches up from her crack. Amongst our friends, Brie had a well-established reputation as the wild girl. She herself told me that there wasn't anything she hadn't tried, that she liked it all. Brie seemed to thrive on the attention she received. Brie positioned herself next to me and stated to kiss me on the mouth. Peter, still pounding my pussy, said, "God, this is so hot." As Brie slipped her tongue into my mouth, I could feel Peter unloading in my pussy. After a long kiss, Brie looked into my eyes and said, "When are you going to take care of my pussy, girl?" I looked around the room, realizing that we had a captive audience. Dieter, Hans, David, and even Austin were all stroking their dicks. I positioned myself over Brie, my ass in the air, and started to go down on her. As I did so, I could feel creampie escaping from my pussy, falling on the bed below. Brie moaned dramatically as I licked and sucked her pussy. Peter flashed his pearly whites at Brianna and then started to kiss her passionately. With my butt still in the air, David started fingering my arse, using his saliva as lube. I felt pressure against my asshole, and then realized that he was slowly starting to penetrate my ass with his cock. I started moaning, and Brie looked over to see what was going on. Not to be outdone, Brianna asked, "And who's going to fuck my ass?" Hans volunteered, "I've love to take that arse of yours." Brie started barking orders. She moved me over to the left side of the bed and then allowed David to continue. She positioned herself aside me, on the right side of the bed, her ass in the air like mine. David licked her pussy for a minute, lubed her with saliva, and then started fucking her ass. Dieter brought his cock to my face for me to suck, which I accepted eagerly. Austin moved over to Brie for oral favors. The whole evening was pretty crazy, to be honest. While Phil slept on the living room couch, there was little that wasn't tried in the master bedroom. Brie showed me how to give a lap dance. Eventually we got a bit hungry, so we brought the food in. It was determined that the caviar tasted better when eaten ala pussy. One by one, the men claimed exhaustion. Both Brie and I had fucked every man at least once, with one notable exception. Austin hadn't fucked me. In fact, he never even touched me. We woke Phil and sent him on the final limo ride to the hotel. Brie joined that ride as well. She was too drunk to drive home alone, so the chauffeur agreed to drop her off at her home as well. I started to clean up. "Shelly, that can wait. You must be exhausted. Go home. I'll deal with this tomorrow." "I need to sober up anyhow, Austin. The work will do me good." "I didn't realize that you were still tipsy. I would have had the driver take you home as well." I insisted, "I'll be fine. Say, I bet you'll be glad to see everyone off to the airport tomorrow." Austin laughed, "That's for sure. Hey, I never told you the good news." "Good news?" I inquired. "I got a promotion," Austin beamed. "A promotion. When?" "This morning." He looked at his watch, realizing that the day had passed a few hours ago, and corrected himself. "Well, OK, yesterday morning. Phil took me aside, told me that he looked at the numbers and said that I was far outperforming the other branches. He thought I had a motivated, top-notch staff. So he wants to make me Regional Manager, with oversight into all the offices on the East Coast." "That sonofabitch!" I blurted out. Austin looked very confused and asked, "What are you talking about?" "Phil told me that you were at risk for losing your job. He inferred that if I didn't sleep with the guests, he would choose to close your branch." "Oh, crap, Shelley," Austin said apologetically. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." "And I believed that sonofabitch. God, I'm so gullible." Austin cradled me in his arms and kissed my forehead. "So you really didn't want to do it, then?" "No. I was scared shitless, Austin. I mean, it worked out well. I have to admit that it was the most awesome night of my life, really. But going into this, no, I really didn't want to do this." "But you did." "I did it because I would do just about anything for the most decent and caring guy that I know," I answered. "After tonight, I'm surprised that you would still consider me decent," Austin admitted. "Let's face it. I was right in the thick of it, too." "And yet you didn't so much as lay a finger on me," I pointed out. "I guess it was kind of weird. Or perhaps you just like big-busted girls better." Austin smiled and replied, "Shelley, it's not that I didn't want to be with you. I'm surprised you didn't notice the constant erection I've had since the second I saw you again Thursday. When I was in the shower Friday, I jerked off thinking about you. God, you are so beautiful." "I don't understand, then." "Well, sure, maybe it is the weirdness factor ... knowing your family as I do. And," he paused, "if I screwed you tonight, you would have thought I was just one of the guys. I don't want to be that casual with you." Austin kissed me on the forehead again and said, "Let me help you clean up." "God, that Christmas tree is so beautiful," I mused. I walked over and pulled off a decoration. "How do you turn off the lights, Austin?" "They are all hooked up to the switch behind you. Let me get it." Once he turned off the lights, I held the decoration over his head. He looked up. "Mistletoe," I explained factually. "Merry Christmas." Austin wrapped his arms around me and kissed me tenderly. "Hold that thought," I suggested. "I think I'm going to call home and tell the folks I won't be coming home tonight."