4 comments/ 46838 views/ 3 favorites Company Party By: Atomix81 I never minded functions like these. Black tie, formal everything. My company had made some amazing Q3 gains, and so in proper hoighty toighty fashion, the board of directors had felt it warranted celebration. I didn't feel it warranted this much celebration, but as CEO, what do I know? The event was being held at one of the board members homes in the mountains, which was possibly the lowest budget part of the evening - not renting out a ballroom. Everything else was to the nine's, including valet parking. Like I said, normally, I don't mind functions like these. It's nice to step out of the norm, get all dressed up, and just enjoy yourself. Plus, a good tux drives women wild, which is why I never rent, I own. If you're going to make an investment, make it worth it - and the tux was worth it. I had spent the evening hob-nobbing, and of course I gave a little speech about the companies future and how proud I was that blah blah blah blah. The party was at an awkward stage, where it was nowhere near ending, but didn't really have anywhere else to go - so I found somewhere else to go. I had been in this house before, Bob's house. Bob would have parties in the summer for the board, usually horribly boring cocktail parties that served no purpose other than for him to show off his house. Too his credit, the house was amazing. Large beyond all measure, and reasonably larger than he and his wife needed, especially with no kids in the house. Which reminded me, my kid's in the house. I had brought my son with me, and had realized he had vanished. In the last few years my son had really come into his own. 6', just shy of his old man, but same athletic build, broad shoulders and dark brown hair. He was the spitting image of me, except his eyes, which he got from his mother. He was born when I was 20, and soon afterwards his mother passed, which left me an only father - which I credit to being the driving force to make me as successful as I've become. And now that Jason was 25, and I being 45, the two of us were really staring to build a relationship based on being equal adults, not just father and son. Either way, he had discovered that these events were always loaded with very beautiful women in elegant evening gowns, and had always been my guest for the last 5 or 6 years. I had seen him earlier in the evening with an absolutely gorgeous blonde in a red dress, but that was over an hour ago. I assured myself that he was using that McDougal charm of ours and had probably stained a pair of very nice bed sheets with his new blonde companion somewhere in one of the 'x amount' of guest rooms this house contained. I made my way from one very crowded corner of the main room, which was large enough to hold the 150 people in attendance, and started to head down one of the side hallways. I was careful not to draw too much attention to the fact that I was darting out of the room, mumbled casual small talk, but mainly tried not to knock my cigar into anyone's back or side, or spill my scotch as I made haste. Maybe I was starting to head down the east wing. I doubt they called it that, but it was definetly a 'wing,' and definetly in need of an application for its own zip code. As I continued down the hallway the people started to thin out, mostly coming and going to a bathroom that must have been down one of these side halls. I just remember one of them leading to an outside deck, a place where I could get some fresh air and enjoy the Dominican cigar that everyone inside was giving me crap for. I came to the end of a hall, which had a very nice (I'm sure) painting hanging on the wall, and a door to my right and my left. I remember the porch being one of these two doors, figured it to be a crapshoot and went for the room on the right. I held my cigar in my right hand along with my scotch, and with the left hand, turned the knob and opened the door. Very quickly I realized I had wandered into one of the guest bedrooms. With the light on, the first thing I noticed was the backside of a gentleman standing in front of the side of a desk, against the right hand wall. Sitting on the desk was a redhead in a blue dress, her legs wrapped around the young sir's waist, his pants around his ankle's, and giving it to her double time. They didn't even make it to the bed on the other side of the room. I may have been noticed by the young woman, who was facing me technically, but I very quickly closed the door, not wanting to interrupt. That obviously wasn't the deck. So I crossed the thin hallway, and opened the door that had been previously to my left. Here's where it gets interesting. And no, I never found the deck. The room was dimly lit, but enough so that everything was visible. It was Bob's study. A large square room, decked in hard wood and leather. The walls were covered with bookshelves and photographs. Directly at the center of the room was a large wooden desk, which was facing me (so the owner sitting at the desk would be facing the door), and in front of the desk, facing the desk, were two leather chairs. Sitting in the right chair was the blonde my son had taken a fancy to. Sitting on the corner of the desk, in front of that particular chair, was my son. His trousers were down just below his butt, and from where I could stand, I couldn't be immediately sure, but I figured the young lady was doing amazing things to his cock with her mouth. He sat on the desk, propped up soley by his right arm, with his left hand on the back of the head of his new special friend. In his right hand sat an unlit cigar - probably pulled from the box on Bob's desk. The light was dim enough, the desk far enough away, and their distraction great enough that they didn't immediately notice me walk in, or hear me close the door behind me. I stood there for about 5 minutes, watching this woman do horribly naughty things to my son, occasionally drawing on my cigar and enjoying the warmth of my scotch. I guess it took about that long for the cigar smoke to waft over to Jason (my son) and his lady friend, because that's when he looked up and noticed me. He made a faint startled noise, which the young woman picked up on, and ceased her oral performance. He sat there, a little stunned, and she turned her head to see who had entered the room. The shock had warn off a bit, and where once I would expect him to be embarrassed, like I said, he was starting to come into his own. "Dad, I'd like you to meet Claire." Claire stood up, walked around the chair and started to walk towards me. This was the first chance I actually had seen the young woman. She couldn't have been more than 23, and had the smoothest skin I had ever seen. Her hair was about shoulder length, mildly curly, and dirty blonde with highlights. She must have been about 5'10" and wore a very elegant full length, but sexy and revealing blood red dress, and heels to match. Her breasts may have actually been perfect by definition. Large, but not comically large, and even though compressed under the dress, seemed to be no doubt quite perky. She slowly sauntered over towards me and said, "Mr. McDougal, it's a pleasure to meet you." and with that she raised her right hand up, but with palm down - not like in a handshake. I took the cue, and with smoke and drink in my right hand, took her hand in my left, kissed her fingers in true gentlemanly fashion and said, "The pleasure's all mine." Which it was, and if things went they way they were headed, that wouldn't be the only pleasure that was mine. With the kiss on the hand and my reply she turned around to face Jason, who hadn't even covered himself, he just took that brief moment to light the cigar he had been holding. "Well now I see where the good looks and manners come from." she told him. He didn't reply, he just slowly drew from his cigar. She turned back around to face me. "But the beard," she said while looking into my eyes, "the beard makes you just a bit sexier." And with that she raised her hand to my face and placed it on my jaw, lightly stoking my trimmed but full beard. "You should grow one Jason. You'd look good too." With that she took her hand off my face and moved it down to my shirt. This beauty standing in front of me was enough to get the captain stirring, but with her admiration of my beard, I was standing at full attention, or at as full attention as my dress slacks would allow me to muster, causing quite a strain and a little discomfort. With that she unbuttoned the button of my dress shirt closest to my waist, reached her hand inside, grabbed the undershirt below, and tugged it up from where it was tucked. Her motion was swift, but before I had time to wonder what it was that she was getting at she had her hand under my undershirt and was running it up my chest. "Oh and a full hairy chest! Like father like son..." she said as she looked into my eyes. She turned back to look at Jason, "Oh I could have a lot of fun with you two." With that I gave my son a raised eyebrow. Sure, my mind had run through half a dozen positions I would like to contort Claire into, and she was obviously insinuating the same, but this wasn't my call. Jason had struck gold, I just happened to walk in the room at the right time. What kind of father wants to cockblock his own son? He gave me an approving nod, and Claire having noticed it too, took my left hand, and walked me back over to the desk, but not before I locked the door. She sat me in the chair she was previously sitting in, turned to face Jason again, used her hands to hike up her dress a bit and quickly bent over to go back to town on Jason's crotch. Not one to waste time, I sent my drink and my stogie on a short table off to the side, raised her skirt the rest of the way, and marveled at the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. Somewhere there was a magic mirror giving J.Lo the bad news. Amid mild slurping noises and a few low grunts from Jason, I started to kiss and rub Claire's ass, moving my hands slowly down her legs, and then slowly up the insides. I was in no rush, but I started to move her legs farther apart. At first her feet were a foot apart, then a foot and a half, and by the time they were two and a half feet separated, I had my face buried in Claire's backside. I had started to move over her rosehole, but having created the wonderful access to her pink pussy, I found it hard to divert my attention elsewhere. With my hands on either buttcheek I ran my tongue up and down either side of her pussy, my moustache tickling her as I went, sending chills up her spine and down her legs. As she got wetter, I lapped harder, and eventually moved my right hand to her honey spot where I inserted two fingers into her and as I finger fucked her I used my thumb to play with her clit - my fingers and thumb hitting her clit and gspot with every thrust. As her moans got louder, mine and Jason's moans became louder and her tongue work obviously increasing over Jason's cock as my fingers played her clit like a violin. As my speed and her moaning increased, she came all over my hand, her juices dripping down my forearm and sleeve. It was my tux anyway, what did I care? With her orgasm she stood straight up and turned to face me. "Get up" she said, panting for air. I stood in front of her, and watched as she raised her arms. It only took a minute for Jason to realize she had given him the opportunity to unzip her dress, and moments later it lay crumpled and layered at her feet, having slipped off of her curvy body quite easily. She lowered her arms and immediately started to work on my belt, feverishly undoing the notches, pulling it through the pant loops. While she worked on my pants, I took the opportunity to take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt, while my son did the same. In under a minute all three of us stood there completely naked, and very excited. She had made the 'like father like son' comparison earlier, and she was pretty much dead on. Standing there au natural it was even more apparent how far the apple fell from a now very hard, very wooden tree. While neither of us were built like models, we were both very active and our bodies showed that. Defined muscles and abs, and the occasional scar, with chests covered with dark hair. She stood facing me, inches away, and breathing very hard. The heat we had created was palpable, and when she placed her hands on my stomach, and moved them up towards my chest to my shoulds, I made my move. I quickly grabbed her around her waist and raised her up, wrapping her legs around my torso - my hands under her perfectly shaped ass. I kissed her deeply, my tongue parting her lips, only to be met by her tongue, equally as aggressive. When our kiss broke, I started to lower her down, down onto my cock. I was standing at full attention, and even though I hadn't gotten any of the mouthplay Jason was enjoying earlier, she was so wet I wouldn't have needed it anyway. I slipped right into her and within seconds I was buried to the hilt. As she adjusted to her new seat on my crotch she started to rub her hips into mine, rubbing her clit into my pubes. I knew what she was getting at and decided to help her out. I started lifting and dropping her slowly at first. Enjoying the feeling of her nubile pussy around my cock. She obviously knew what she was doing, and what she wanted, but was tight enough to make you think this could be her first time. As my speed picked her moaning got louder, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I knew I could only stand another minute or two before blowing, and not wanting it to end, I slowed down our rhythmic humping, and dismounted her from my throbbing tool. I sat down in the chair I had been in, and took a second to kiss her breasts, to lightly bite her nips. As my head moved away she moved without hesitation and bent down to my crotch - almost as if she was hinged at her hips, and it was the only way to lower herself. Her hair flipped upside down over my stomach and as I ran my fingers through her hair, both of my hands ended up around the back of her head, and I found myself almost humping her face. Jason, being his father's son, took the opportunity to get his winky wacked, and slid in to that perfect pink pussy I had just inhabited. He started off slowly at first, then building speed. Soon you could hear the clap of his balls against her thighs and he fucked her with abandon. Taking the situation in stride, I leaned back in the chair, and with my left hand on her head, I took the opportunity to pick up my cigar and take a long drag, thus perfecting the moment. As I closed my eyes and enjoyed Claires tongue as it slid down my shaft and onto my balls, I realized she was making more and more noise, and her moans were getting lower and rougher. Now any responsible parent has the birds and the bees talk with their children, and being an only father raising his only son, ours had gone a little farther into detail. Where ever he picked up the technique he was apparently using unfortunately didn't come from my teachings. Claire had started to take longer breaks from sucking to focus more on gasping for air as Jason speared her in apparently all the right places. He used his left arm to get under her left leg, so she was supporting herself on her right leg, and her arms which were on the arms of my chair. Also, his right arm was wrapped around her waist frantically playing with her clit as he rammed her from behind. Pulling almost all the way out before plowing all the way back in, barely giving her time to breathe. Within minutes she came on his 9" cock, and when she started to shake, she stood all the way up, and Jason pulled out. Panting like she had just run a marathon, she stood in front of me, a look of cock frenzy in her eyes. She may have been young, but she knew what she wanted. She took me by the hands and stood me up, turned around, and maneuvered Jason in to the chair I had so kindly warmed up for him. She then moved me to where Jason was standing earlier, and using my arms and the chair for stability, she lowered herself onto Jason's hard pecker, reverse cowboy. When she regained her footing, she humped him for a minute, enjoying the new but familiar angle of Jason's cock within her. But she wanted more. Bracing and lifting her self up using the arms of the chair, she raised her legs up, Jason popping out of her until she could reposition herself. Braced on feet and left arm, she used her right hand to guide Jason's cock under her, aiming it at that oh so perfect ass. As she lowered her self through the backdoor onto Jason, the look on her face was one of pain, but her moan was one of pleasure. Jason on the other hand grunted so loud I thought he was going to bust right there. When Jason was to the hilt in her rear end, she started to bob up and down, getting used to the sensation. When she was finally comfortable she raised her head and looked at me. "Fuck me, and you better fuck me hard." she said. I told you she knew what she wanted. Jason had very similar equipment to my own, with only some minor but important differences. We were both just over 9 inches, but Jason was fairly thin, and had a pair of gigantic balls. I was perfectly happy with my slightly smaller balls, because the girth of my cock was probably twice that of Jason's, and slightly thicker than Claire's delicate wrists. Jason's legs were pretty closed, and Claire's legs straddled his. I won't bore you with where I worked myself in, but needless to say - I got in there. I slowly wedged the head of my cock in her pussy, and as I started to push into her, I moved my hands to the back of the chair to stabilize myself. As I increased the paceI could feel Jason beneath me, his cock rubbing near mine, only barely separated by Claire's thin inner walls. Any wierdness at all was quickly dissipated when Claire's pussy started convulsing in another orgrasm. We had only just begun this position and already she was spasming around our cocks and screaming, "oh god yeah, oh fuck! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" And oblige her we did. I started to pound her so hard, my balls slapping against her taint, that I started to push her up, raising her up higher than Jason could (being buried under two people), only so she could drop down harder onto Jason's cock, so we could repeat the same thrust pattern again. With Claire putting all of her weight, laying against Jason, I took the opportunity to focus some attention on those beautiful C Cups, taking the left nipple into my mouth, and making sure to bite down with every thrust. Two minutes later she had another orgasm, and as I started to grind my pelvis against hers, targeting her clit, you could tell she was building for another one. Her pussy muscles contracted harder, her breathing increased and within two or three more humps, Jason exploded into her ass. I saw no reason to stop, and so continued my assaulting, fucking her like the world was going to end. As her climax grew harder I could feel my own balls started to bubble over. When she finally climaxed on my cock, clamping down on it for all it was worth, I told her I was going to come. She put her hands on my chest and with all her strength, pushed me away, and out of her, almost throwing me off balance. I stumbed against the desk behind me, and she immediately leaned forward, her mouth clamping down on my cock like her life depended on it. With her hands rubbing my hairy nuts I lasted maybe another 10-12 seconds before blasting the back of her mouth with my come. The first spurt somewhat surprised her, and a little leaked out of the side of her mouth. She swallowed the rest like a champ, and came back to wipe up anything that had initially escaped. With that she stood up, Jason's softening cock, popping out her her behind, and wrapped her arms around me. She pressed her entire body against me as I in-turn wrapped my arms around her, and she found a spot on my neck and bit it, lightly licking and playing. Company Party You see her across a crowded room. She's not hard to spot because her smile could light up the darkest of places. She's wearing a short black cocktail dress that hugs her curves and shows off just enough of her ample breasts to make you imagine how nice it would be to bury your face in them. She's chatting and laughing and seems to have the attention of all those around her. You are also talking with guests but the voices are muffled while you live in the daydream of taking her to bed and giving her a night to remember. You watch as she breaks away from her friendly conversations and walks over to the bar. You see an opportunity and walk over to join her. You've had the pleasure of working with her for a while but work has limited your interactions to flirty emails and text messages. Now you have your chance to spend a little social time with her and you plan to make it count. She recognizes you as you walk up to her and she smiles warmly and greets you with a hug. Her body feels incredible against yours and you instantly feel the rise of your cock in your jeans. How can something so innocent fill you with such desire? You buy her a drink and then ask if she'd like to go for a walk down by the beach. She immediately agrees and you discreetly leave the event. On your way down to the beach you admit to the not-so-innocent feelings you have for her and you are excited when she tells you she feels the same. That's all it takes and you start looking for a private place to sneak a kiss. Around the corner there is a small private courtyard and you lead her to it. Making sure no one is around you push her up against the wall of the building and kiss her. It's slow and soft at first but she has made it clear that she wants more. With one hand you pin her wrists against the wall above her head and use the other to venture down the front of her dress and the kisses get stronger and more intense. There is no way to disguise you desire for her as you press your hard on against her pelvis and you are rewarded with an equal push against you. She breaks free from your grip and moves her hands up under your shirt to feel your bare chest. Her touch is amazing and you want to feel those hands all over your body. She is almost reading your mind as she moves to the waist of your pants and unbuttons your pants and pulls down the zipper. You are so hard the tip of your cock is showing above your boxer briefs. She takes her thumb and gently swirls around the pre-cum that has formed at the tip and you fear you could just explode right now. But she's not finished. She slides down your body to her knees and pulls down your boxers to expose your massive hard on. Every sensation is heightened as you anticipate what is about to happen. She looks up at you and gives you a little smile before takes you into her mouth. It is magical! So warm and wet and the way she uses her tongue to lick up and down your shaft and make circles around your head is enough to send you over the edge. You wrap your hands in her hair so you can get a better view of her sucking your cock and you start to move your hips back and forth to meet her every motion. She starts going faster and you can't help but moan and close your eyes and enjoy the build-up that will be released. You didn't think you could get any harder than you are right now and you doubt that you have ever been this hard in the past. This girl just instinctively knows how you like it and she is not going to stop until you are completely satisfied. Faster and faster she goes and you can feel yourself ready to explode and with one final thrust you hold your cock steady in her mouth and let go. In spite of giving her every last drop of you, you are still hard and you want to return the favor by pleasing here every way you can. The courtyard, however, will not due. You button up your jeans and take her by the hand, leading her to your hotel room. Your hands are still unsteady from what has already happened that you fumble with the key card trying to quickly open the door. You are barely inside the room before you start kissing her deeply and passionately and she is returning the kisses with equal passion and wanting. You grab the hem of her dress and pull it off over her head. She is wearing a black lace bra and matching panties and looks good enough to eat (which is the plan). You unhook her bra and throw it on the bed. You then take each breast into your mouth licking and nipping each nipple until they are hard while you move your hand down the front of her panties and slip a finger into her pussy. Oh god she is so hot and wet and you once again feel your cock getting hard. She moves away from you to lay back on the bed and you remove her panties to give you better access. She spreads her legs for you and you eagerly take advantage and start licking her clit. She tastes sweet and you love the way she moans when you suck gently on her. You want to please her and you can tell she is enjoying it as she moves her hips up and down to meet your mouth. You start to lick and suck a little harder and faster now and her hips are in sync. Her moans are getting more frequent and louder and you know she's close, she tells you she's going to come and you gently place your tongue on her clit and keep still so you can feel every muscle contraction. Her whole body moves with the orgasm and it is a turn-on to see a woman enjoy herself in this way. But you are not finished, you quickly stand and remove your clothing revealing without a doubt that you are ready to feel her from the inside. You position yourself on top of her with your arms extended so you can thrust your hard cock deep inside her. She inhales deeply as you enter her hard. She is hot, wet and tight and there is no stopping you. You move in and out of her harder and faster and you are both moaning with pleasure and anticipation. You can feel her cum around you but you are certainly not going to stop, you want to feel her cum again and keep going. She is enjoying the motion and meets your every thrust and then she tells you she wants you to come with her. You are so ready to explode and as soon as she says "now" you give one final thrust and cum deep inside her. You both can feel the contractions of each other and it is a sensation your will never forget. You dip down to give her a gentle kiss and move to lay beside her. She lays her head on your shoulder and you both start to drift off to sleep. You have one final thought before blackness and that is the next morning..............in the shower.