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Dinner Is Served

By: bradley_stoke



Zoë felt quite excited as she pushed open the door to the flat she shared with Esther. Tonight was the night of the dinner party for which they'd been preparing for ever such a long time. Since the last such party in fact. That one had been such a success that they could hardly wait to get another one organised. She smiled at her reflection in the hall mirror as she slipped off the denim jacket she'd been wearing. It had been so much fun her pussy had been sore for a week. She could hear a chop chop chop sound coming from the kitchen. 

"Esther! Is that you?" Zoë cried. 

"Of course. Who else could it be? I'm just preparing the vegetables. Do you want to come and help?" 

"I'll have to change first," Zoë laughed, glancing down at her smart casual cotton trousers and blouse. She wandered into the kitchen, where Esther stood with her back to her, busy slicing up the courgettes and aubergines. "Hey, you've hardly got anything on." 

Esther turned round to face Zoë. "What do you mean? I'm wearing an apron." This much was true. The straps were over the shoulders and the bib came half way down her thighs, but from behind all Zoë could see was naked flesh and Esther's pert round bum. "I'm just getting into the mood for the party."

"Ooh!" Zoë sighed, taking her flatmate by her shoulders and resting her chin on her bare shoulder. "Just seeing you like this makes me feel pretty much in the mood already."

Esther lay down her knife and turned round to face Zoë, so that the stiff cold plastic of the apron, and its pictures of pre-Raphaelite nudes, were pressed against Zoë's blouse. She stood on her toes so that her mouth was the same height as Zoë's mouth and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I know! Just having you here makes me feel pretty much in the mood already. But we haven't got the time. There's a lot of preparation to get through before the guests arrive. And besides I don't want to be worn out before the party's even began!"

Zoë laughed, and kissed Esther full on the mouth, while looping an arm around her bare waist. "You're so right. But I'll prepare the dining room and everything else before I join you in preparing the food. I'm sure you can manage on your own for just a little longer."

The excitement just kept on building until the food was at last ready and placed in the oven, the carpet vacuumed and the places laid at the table for all the guests. Zoë counted the chairs. There were nine chairs laid out, and the tenth one could be pulled in should there be an extra guest. Zoë visualised her guests. Places for Adrian and Steve, Jane and Martin, Noelle and Mark, and, of course, Pauline who never seemed to have a steady partner but never seemed to have any difficulty in picking up casual ones. She totted it up. Four men. Five women. More women than men. Not that Zoë really minded. She'd never really been sure what her preference was. But as she thought about the feel and thrust of a good man's cock, she wasn't sure that the balance was really right. And anyway, how could she be sure that Adrian and Steve would willingly share themselves with the girls? And when she said 'girls', she really meant herself.

Bach's Adagio and Fugue trilled down the hallway in a rendition the German master would probably not have been flattered by. Zoë picked up the phone. "Hi! Who is it?" she asked breathlessly. This was always her biggest fear before a party. Someone ringing in to say they couldn't come. It was Pauline. Shit! Zoë almost said out loud. That girl was so fucking unreliable. No wonder she never kept her boyfriends for more than a week at a time. But Zoë needn't have worried. Pauline had met a man a few days ago at the office restaurant, and she'd invited him to come over that night. And then she'd noticed that the date clashed with the party, so she wondered whether she could bring him along. His name was Nigel. 

Zoë smiled. If nothing else it evened up the numbers. Perhaps she'd get a bit of cock tonight after all. "Of course he can come. The more the merrier. But make sure you bring enough wine. We've only got the one crate in."

Pauline laughed on the other side of the phone. "And I'll bring a dildo as well. You'll love it, Zoë. It's a real wowser!"

Zoë could feel the juice between her legs loosen with anticipation. "As long as you bring yourself along. That's what really matters."

It took ages for Zoë and Esther to work out what to wear to the party as the food was slowly cooking in the oven. Zoë settled on a black blouse that opened ever so revealingly to reveal the swell of her relatively modest bosom, and a short skirt that rode quite high up her slim thighs. Esther was typically less modest, choosing a top that bared her arms and waist, and emphasised her much larger breasts. She chose not to wear a skirt or trousers, but a strap-on dildo that dangled down onto her inner thigh. It looked quite realistic with plastic veins and a bulbous head. She combed her straight dyed-blonde hair, which framed her face and showed off the beauty of her long neck. Zoë's own hair was bushy and dark brown, and also showed off her own slim neck and angular shoulders. She gazed at her reflection. Her eyelids were light blue and her lips were painted a dark seductive red. Behind her she could see the dildo bouncing up and down, and swaying side-to-side as Esther vigorously combed her hair. God! Zoë could really do with a cock tonight! A strap-on might do, but it never felt as warm as a man's prick. And it never had that pulsing beat of the veins against her sensitive cunt-lips. Please let it be so!

The guests soon arrived. First were Adrian and Steve, dressed as always in jeans and tight tee shirts that showed off the rewards of their many dedicated hours in the gym. They kissed Zoë and Esther tenderly on the cheeks, and waltzed hand-in-hand into the living room where, as always, they were soon leafing through the pile of magazines stacked up on the coffee table. Then there was Jane and Martin both dressed in leather. Jane just loved the sight of Esther's dildo. While Martin kissed Zoë long and lingeringly, his leather singlet brushing against the nipples under her blouse, Jane knelt down and playfully ran her tongue up and down the length of the plastic toy. But this was just foreplay. The couple strode into the living room and chatted to the two men who still held onto their magazines, and, as they always did, started riffling through the girls' CD collection to find some chill-out dance music. Noelle and Mark arrived a few minutes later. Mark was wearing a shirt and tie, jacket and trousers: dressed more like the executive he was during the day rather than a partygoer. Noelle was rather more unrestrained. She wore a tight strapless dress that emphasised the heave of her breasts and the long neck that curved up to her inch-long hair. 

The couples sat in the living room, nibbling on canapés, nachos and dips, with glasses of white wine and, in Noelle's case a glass of sherry. Mark pulled out a small packet and started skinning up a fat one on the cover of Business Weekly. Jane was spreading Esther's CDs about the floor and selecting tunes that she particularly enjoyed. Zoë wasn't sure she appreciated all Jane's taste. She was looking forward to when she could wrest the stereo off Jane and put on some restful jazz or some ambient drum and bass. 

Finally, Mark's joint had been round the room a couple of times, the nibbles were mostly finished, and still Pauline hadn't arrived. This was only to be expected. The girl was so fucking unreliable! But Esther decided that it wasn't a good idea to wait, or the potatoes would get burnt and the vegetables too soggy. So the party made its way to the dining room section of the living room, while Zoë slipped on a Nitin Sawhney album she thought would better suit the ambience than fucking Armand Van Helden. 

It was only when the plates were set out and forks and knives were poised to tuck in, that the sitar sounds were interrupted by the strangled sound of the Fanfare for the Common Man. It was the doorbell. Zoë leaped out of her seat. After all, Pauline had been her friend longer than she had known Esther. She ran to the door, partly miffed at Pauline's lateness, but relieved she'd turned up at all.

Pauline was there at the door with that sweet winning smile that always melted Zoë's heart however undependable her friend was. She was wearing a smart trouser suit with a wide tie over her blouse and pushed forward by the thrust of her bosom. 

"Hi! Meet Nigel," she said, standing to one side so that Zoë could see her chaperone. Zoë smiled, but was slightly alarmed. Nice looking though Nigel was, he didn't really look the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the sort of party she and Esther were holding. He was well built, quite tall, with averagely short curly brown hair, a short-sleeved blue shirt and neatly creased trousers. This in itself was not what alarmed Zoë. After all, how did she expect her guests to dress? In fucking manacles and black leather hoods? What concerned Zoë were his disarmingly pleasant smile and his polite demeanour. 

"Hello, Nigel," Zoë said with as welcoming a smile as she could muster, but as soon as she could she gave Pauline a quizzical glare. "Shall we take your bottle into the kitchen so we can cool it in the fridge?" 

As Nigel walked ahead into the kitchen carrying his bottle, Zoë whispered urgently to Pauline. "Does Nigel know what sort of party this is?"

Pauline smiled. "Well. Not really. I didn't want to put him off coming."

"Coming? Does he 'come' in any sense of the word? Has he, for instance, 'come' in you, Pauline?"

"Well, not yet, sweetest. But I'm sure he will."

Zoë screwed up her face. This could be embarrassing. But the die was cast now. There was no way back now that Nigel had passed the threshold. He wandered back to the girls, smiling appreciatively.

"You've sure got a nice place here. Esther. Or is it Zoë?"

"Zoë," the hostess corrected him. "Yes, but it cost a lot. Property prices. You know. I couldn't have afforded it by myself."

"Oh. So that's why you share with Esther."

Zoë didn't choose to correct him this time. "Come on, you two. Dinner is served."

She pushed open the door to the dining room where the other guests were already eating. Zoë noted with relief that nobody was behaving in any way that might have alarmed Nigel. Indeed, the dinner party looked decidedly unthreatening, and plates of food were laid out for the two latecomers.

And then Esther stood up to greet her guests. Zoë felt a certain anxiety at this point. How would Nigel react as Esther walked towards them, her dildo swaying gently in front of her and a glimpse of nipple seeking to escape from her skimpy top? She regarded Nigel and noted that he had visibly blanched. 

"Hi there, Pauline. Glad you could make it," Esther said, kissing her on the lips. "And you must be Nigel?" She kissed him gently on the cheeks.

Nigel's voice seemed to be failing him. "Er. Yes. That's me. That's who I am," he replied uncertainly.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your meal. Pauline didn't tell me whether you were a vegetarian, but you needn't worry. Zoë's a vegetarian herself, so there's no meat here."

Zoë was sure that Nigel's anxiety wasn't caused by dietary concerns. But he took his seat between Pauline and Adrian, just opposite Mark and herself. She could see Nigel exchange worried glances with Pauline, but she merely smiled in that ambiguous way she excelled in and shrugged her shoulders. 

The conversation over the meal was fairly unexceptional. Jane chatted about the nightclubs she'd been to and how she was beginning to get a bit old for that sort of thing. Mark discussed recent movements on the stock exchange. Adrian and Steve competed with each other to express the greater enthusiasm for some musical they'd seen. Esther presided over it all with her usual skill, ensuring that nobody dominated the conversation and that boring subjects weren't pursued beyond other guests' endurance. Zoë watched Pauline and Nigel chat, and was interested in observing how his expression alternated from interest in his partner to discomfort in his environment. Every now and then he would glance towards Esther, perhaps visualising her dildo under the table. Or perhaps regarding her nipple as it occasionally popped out from the cleavage of her top.

Adrian started chatting to Nigel, which at first troubled Zoë. Perhaps Nigel was gay himself, and this party would just disintegrate into two separate groups of exclusive homosexual preference. However, she could tell from Adrian's expression that Nigel was not even aware that he was being chatted up and that Adrian was getting nowhere at all with this little fishy. 

"So, Nigel, you work at the same place as Pauline?" Zoë wondered, noticing that his companion was having a rather animated conversation with Martin about drugs and dance music. 

Nigel looked at her gratefully. He had noticed that Adrian had shifted his attention to Mark who was much less choosy than him and had perhaps began to realise what Adrian liked most in a man. "Well, we share the same staff restaurant. I'm a systems analyst on the ZEN project…"

"'Zen'? Sounds a bit mystical."

"No, it's just an acronym. It's a fund management system."

"Oh really," said Zoë, regretting already this turn in the conversation. She glanced around her in the hope that she could change the focus toward some other conversationalist. She latched onto Pauline. "What do you know about 'ZEN', Pauline?"

"Bugger all!" Pauline laughed. "Is Nigel talking shop again?" She placed a firm hand on his upper leg, and Zoë could see him visibly jump. "I don't know anything about 'Zen', but I wouldn't mind trying out some Tantric Sex."

At this, almost everyone on the table chortled and laughed in a way that alarmed Nigel even more. Even he realised that what she'd said wasn't really that funny.

After the pudding and coffees, everyone was beginning to get a little nervous. How was it all going to progress to the next stage? A strange quietness descended on the party, broken when Esther stood up and announced she'd better clear up the dirty plates.

This was Pauline's cue. She smiled broadly and stood up in front of Esther and boldly grasped the dildo protruding from her crotch. "Oh don't worry about that, Esther. I'm sure we can sort that out in the morning." She then angled her face towards Esther whose mouth almost immediately made contact with Pauline's lips. And then the two began kissing each other, their arms around each other, and Pauline seizing Esther's dildo and employing it as if it were real. 

And following the two girls' example, the party came to its second phase. Adrian and Mark and Steve collapsed on the sofa in a mass of testosterone charged urgency. Noelle and Martin fell onto Jane. And there was Zoë looking around at the three groups with which she could so easily engage herself, but concerned also about Nigel. What would he do? 

He was still sitting at his chair at the table, staring in disbelief and surprise as his date for the night was divesting herself of her clothes and taking Esther's dildo into her mouth. He had a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, which he held up halfway towards his mouth, but he was not sure what to do with it. Zoë stood up from the armchair where she'd been sitting, daintily stepped over Noelle's bare outstretched legs on the carpet and picked up the leather trousers that she'd pulled off. She walked over to Nigel, carrying the trousers over her arm, slyly unbuttoning her blouse as she strode forward.

"Was this the sort of party you thought you'd be coming to?" she asked with a smile.

Nigel looked up at her. His face was contorted with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He stuttered. "I didn't… I had no idea that… And Pauline… She's…"

Zoë pulled open her blouse, letting free her breasts, and then tugged it off and left it by the side of Noelle's trousers on a chair. She stood opposite the seated Nigel, topless and herself slightly embarrassed to be presenting herself so shamelessly. "Pauline's just sex mad. As we all are. So, come on Nigel. Let's see what you have to offer!"

Nigel went an even redder hue. "I'm not sure… It's not quite… If I'd known…" And then without another word, he suddenly stood out of his seat and rushed straight out of the living room and into the hallway.

"Shit!" snarled Zoë. This was what she'd been afraid of. Nigel was a real party pooper. She looked around her. The three men were busy on the sofa. Adrian had Mark's penis deep inside his mouth, while Steve was probing his tongue around the puckered hole of Adrian's anus. Esther had pushed her dildo into Pauline's cunt and the two girls were pretending to enjoy something that was clearly relatively uncomfortable and unnatural, while their mouths continued to grapple. The third group on the floor was actually the most completely unclothed. Martin's penis thrusting away into Noelle's cunt while Jane was kissing her husband with one arm around Noelle's bare back. Which group should Zoë join? She knew that the one where she'd be most welcome would be with Pauline and Esther. But Esther could have her any time. It was cock that Zoë wanted. And the only one not so far answered for had just left the room. 

Zoë sighed. She pushed open the living room door and strode into the empty hallway. She eased the door shut behind her, obscuring the portentous sounds of Orbital and the groans, grunts, giggles and occasional shrieks of her guests. Where the fuck had Nigel gone? And should she just count her blessings and join Pauline and Esther? After all, a dildo mightn't be a cock but it was a hard thing that might just about satisfy a soft place.

"Nigel! Where are you?" Zoë shouted, knowing full well that he was most likely to be skulking in the kitchen. She pulled off her skirt. It had been so uncomfortable. And she'd got no further use for it. She wandered through the open kitchen door, wearing just her knickers, to see Nigel sitting disconsolately on the stool with a glass in his hand that he'd just refilled with the red cooking wine that Esther had left on the breakfast table. "What are you doing here, Nigel?" 

He glanced up at Zoë with a slightly pained expression. He smiled wanly, but tried not to stare directly at Zoë's breasts. "I'm not sure. I don't know. Waiting for Pauline, I suppose."

Zoë laughed. "Then you're going to be waiting for a fuck of a long time then, Nigel. Pauline's usually the last to leave any party."

Nigel sighed again. "I don't suppose I can wait for ever then. I wasn't expecting this. I don't know what I was expecting. Certainly not this, anyway."

Zoë strode right up behind Nigel where he was sitting and put her arms around his neck. "Well, Nigel. 'This' is exactly what this party's all about. Don't you think it's fun?"

Nigel was clearly struggling in his conflict between libido and what he considered to be decency. "It's just not. I mean. It's not. I was expecting a dinner party. Not an orgy."

"An orgy is when there's more than two people involved," Zoë reasoned. "There aren't more than two people here in this kitchen."

"But in the living room. And besides… I don't even know you. I came here with Pauline. And I thought…"

"Don't say you didn't think that you and Pauline wouldn't…?"

"Well, I thought it might be possible. But not usually until you've been seeing each other for a while. And… What are you doing?"

"Don't be alarmed, Nigel. I'm just examining the wares," smiled Zoë, who had sunk down to Nigel's knees and was unzipping his flies. She was glad he'd not worn jeans. They were a fucking pain to get open: so tight and all those fiddly buttons!

"I'm not sure you should be… I don't really know you…" stuttered Nigel as Zoë's hand delved into his front and tugged at his underpants. It wasn't quite as easy to get at his cock as she'd thought, so she undid the top buttons at the waist and pulled the trousers fully open. And then she saw what Nigel had had to offer. Fucking hell! Jackpot! She'd struck gold. She'd been right to follow Nigel into the kitchen. What a fucking monster!


Dinner is Served



He arrived early for their scheduled meeting and sat in his car sweating profusely. He wasn't sure he could go through with it; terrified at the thought of meeting the Ebony goddess of his dreams. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave and never look back but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He had jerked off and fantasized about an opportunity such as this for a very long time. 

At exactly 8:00 he rang her buzzer. She lived in a luxury condo like he'd never seen before. She opened the door and welcomed him in. "Hello it's a pleasure o finally meet you. Please do come in." Her home was just as lovely as she was. She was wearing a silk dress the color of cinnamon and complemented her mocha colored skin. It hugged the curves of her body perfectly and showed off her magnificent behind as she walked in front of him to invite him to sit. She was gracious, "Would you care for a drink to calm you down, you look nervous."

He shook his head, almost afraid to speak. His hands were sweating and he wasn't sure what was supposed to happen so he has rather nervously and looked around at all the Black art and the exquisite furnishings, waiting for instructions.

She sat in a chair across from him and crossed her legs. He couldn't help but stare at her bare feet with her toes painted red and all the way up to her shapely calves and thighs. She was making pleasant conversation but he wasn't really paying attention, he was wondering how a gorgeous woman like that could even think about doing something as nasty and perverted as she had proposed to do. 

He wouldn't have to wait long to get what he desired. She grabbed her stomach and held it as her face showed signs of discomfort. "There's no reason for small talk, you aren't here because I want to be your friend. You came here for a reason and I've been holding this all day long and I can't hold it much longer." She stood up and came over to where he was seated on the sofa. She slowly turned around and lifted the back of her dress. "Put your face in there," she instructed. As she nuzzled his nose in the crack of her panty covered ass, she let out a fart and he inhaled it like it was perfume. She stood up and said, "Let's get to it, shall we?"

He stood as if in a daze. She led him to a bedroom and flipped the light switch. It had been converted to a playroom of sorts, not really a dungeon, but a definitely a room for some serious play. The walls were painted deep red and candles lit the room. The candles made the room a little warm for his taste and he felt himself starting to sweat.

"Take off your clothes and lay on the floor over there." She pointed to corner of the room that had a rim seat attached to the floor. He undressed quickly and got into position. His hands covered his erection and he turned to see that she was getting undressed. All she had to do was unzip her dress and let it slide to the floor. She was breathtaking in the soft candlelight and he started stroking his cock as he saw her body of perfection. She wore a black bra and panty set made of lace and she bent over and slid the panties past her full hips. Her ass was the stuff dreams were made of and he could barely see the full lips of her pussy as she showed off her butt. 

Still bent over, she spread her cheeks and ran her finger over her asshole. He moaned out load at the sexy sight and stroked that much faster. She was an excellent tease and she started masturbating right there, moaning and fingering herself. 

You have a choice, I can handcuff you to the chair just in case you think you might back out at the last minute or you can have your hands free. There's nothing I hate more than having a mouth sucking my shithole and then at the last second he gets scared and tries to push me off. What will it be? 

There really was no turning back and he opted to go with no handcuffs so he could be free to stroke his cock. She got into position over him and he could see her pussy lips spread. Almost before he knew what happened, he felt a stream of hot piss hitting his face. He opened his mouth and shut his eyes, the liquid getting in his eyes. Her flow was strong and hard and he had to swallow several times. As it dwindled to a stop he waited for instructions. 

"Lick me clean." He couldn't believe his ears. He lifted his head and began to lap at the sweet flesh of her divine cunt. It tasted like heaven, the salty remnants of her urine and the slick sweetness of her juices mixed together to form a taste that was intoxicating. She was grinding her pussy back and forth, using his mouth to get herself off, as he stuck his tongue out for her to use. 

She stopped herself before she came and she said, "I know what you really want. You want to suck the shit out of my asshole. You want to see my asshole opening up and you want to feel your mouth fill up with my hot turd. You want to suck that log while it's coming out of my divine black goddess asshole like it's a fat, hard shit cock and you want to eat the filthy crap that I shit out of my body, don't you?"

He was crazed as he heard those words, stroking his cock furiously; afraid he would cum before got his first taste. Her ass was just inches from his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and tasted the earthy musky natural flavor of her butt. He drove his tongue deep in her hole and tried to lick her fucking colon. He sealed his tongue around her hole and sucked hard, causing her to moan in pleasure.

"Oh, here it comes you toilet mouth. I'm going to dump a huge load of shit right in your disgusting mouth. Look at it. Look at my asshole pushing out a big raunchy hot loaf for you." Her asshole bulged and he saw the tip emerge. It was hard and bumpy and covered in ass slime. He put his mouth to it and kissed it gently. She pulled it back in and laughed as he cried out as if he was in pain. She made him beg for it and he was panting like a dog as he pleaded with her to use his mouth for what it was intended for, a hole for black women to use for whatever reason they saw fit. 

He heard the crackle and the smell was overwhelming. He panicked and wanted to push her away but he knew he couldn't. His cock was so hard it hurt. 

"Oh fuck, here it comes, eat my shit. Eat my filthy hot shit you pig mouth. I'm going to cum, oh this is so nasty." The first log filled his mouth rapidly and he could barely breath the smell was so overwhelming. A stream of piss shot on his chest and he could see the tip of another turd coming out before he had gotten rid of the first one. Her moans of ecstasy were driving him crazy and he could feel the cum in his nuts boiling up. He started to chew and the bitter smooth paste began to slide down his throat and he had become the human toilet of a beautiful black mistress. He had inside him the perfect gift and all of a sudden he wanted more. He couldn't get enough. He started begging for more shit. 

"Oh Mistress, dump your shit in my white toilet mouth. Use me, degrade me, make me your shit whore that you use every time you need to take a shit. Fill my worthless mouth with your dirty waste. Please, oh fuck, I'm cumming." 

He shot so hard that his cum landed on his face. It was the perfect topping to a gourmet dessert. Unashamed of his actions, he licked her asshole clean, no need for paper when his tongue was there. She showed him to a huge bathroom where he was allowed to shower clean. When he was dressed, he came out to find her in a robe and holding the front door for him to leave. There was no pleasant conversation, no pretense of friendship, she just closed the door behind him. He sat in his car, this time, not full of nerves, full of shit, literally.



Dinner Is Served



"You're very… Very… Well … Endowed, Nigel!" she managed to say as she slid out the floppy but still massive weight of his prick and the corresponding large testicles. "Has anyone told you that?" She looked straight up at Nigel's face above her.

Nigel's face was contorted by the battle still going on in his mind. "My last girlfriend used to say she'd never seen one any bigger."

"Well, Nigel. I've seen a lot of cock in my life. A lot of fucking pricks I can tell you. But I've never seen a prick like this before. How come your girlfriend's not still with you?" 

"It just didn't… you know… she was… it was a while back… Hey! What are you doing with your teeth?"

Zoë didn't answer this time. She was far too preoccupied in running the large thick meat of Nigel's cock in and out of her mouth. God! It tasted good. Just like a piece of meat should taste. Hot. And firm. And twitching. And so much of it. With that strange smell that gave it an odour which really switched on her juices. Oh God! Oh God! She seized the waist of Nigel's trousers and pulled them and the underpants down below his knees, while stretching a hand up up up his smooth muscled torso to the hairs of his chest. Nigel's prick was responding. Getting bigger. And stiffer. And harder. The glans was shining as the foreskin pulled all the way off and a trail of saliva drooped like a washing line between the glans and Zoë's lower lip.

Zoë pulled herself up onto Nigel's chest, rubbing her nipples against the fabric of his short-sleeved shirt. The shirt buttons slid over the perspiration of her skin. "Come on big boy. Off with your clothes!"

"I'm sorry? I mean. What do you think…?"

"Shit! Stop fucking moaning and get on with it!"

Weakly and defeated, Nigel undid his shirt and pulled it off, while below Zoë pulled his trousers and underpants off, and (because she really hated the sight of it in porn films) she made sure his shoes and socks were also off. And then, when Nigel was good and naked, and his prick standing proudly out from the centre of his body, swaying slightly from its own weight and majesty, and only then, Zoë pulled off her knickers so that she was totally naked. Her short trimmed crotch waiting and prepared for Nigel's invasion. She stood back to admire Nigel. Fuck! What a dick! She wanted it in her. And she wanted it in her now!

"Come on, Nigel! Give it to me!" she commanded.

"What? Here? In the kitchen?"

"It's hot and ready! We'd don't want it to go off the boil do we?"

Zoë needn't have worried about that though, as became obvious in the next few hours. What fucking planet did Nigel come from? Wherever it was, Zoë wanted to go there. Not only was his prick so fucking enormous that it almost tore her vagina apart, well practised though it was by Esther's fist and fingers, but it just stayed big and hot and thrusting and willing. It just never seemed to give up. And as Nigel became less concerned with decency and more with passion, it just went on and on. Pounding and pushing into her. That prick just went on and on. Zoë soon lost count of the number of times she'd come. Well, as she'd got to learn, there were so many different flavours of orgasm, and those you got with a man were often those strange moaning, whimpering ones, often bypassing the G-spot and the clitoris and just swelling out the inner cavities. 

Zoë didn't want to lose Nigel. She knew what Pauline and Noelle would do if they caught a glimpse of a dick like Nigel's. It'd be in their cunts as quick as you could blink. After just quarter of an hour of kitchen pumping, Zoë facing the breakfast table, while Nigel fucked her from behind, not in her arse of course (it probably didn't even cross his mind to try), but in that weird angle that was only possible when a prick was good and hard and your cunt was just juicy but not so totally wet that things slid out. Then, sweat running down her neck and pasting her eyelids, she grabbed Nigel's still erect prick and guided him out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, or the one she shared with Esther, and the two collapsed on the double bed that dominated the room.

And then it went on. Fucking. Screwing. Screeching. Occasionally pausing. Collapsed in each other's arms. But not for long, until the incorrigible Nigel was up and going and back in the welcoming recesses of her cunt. Slap. Slap. Slap. Zoë moaned. And groaned. And sighed. And shrieked. And still it went on. Was there any way that Nigel would stop? Most men couldn't keep this kind of fucking going on for much more than half an hour. And usually once they'd released their come (usually deep inside her), the fun was over just when Zoë was just beginning to get to the next stage in her abandon and passion. But not this one. In fact, Zoë wasn't at all sure whether Nigel had come at all. She didn't pause to wonder what this might mean for his feelings for her. In fact, she wasn't sure she really cared. Nigel was her fuck toy. And for as long as he fucked her, he was the best toy a girl could ever hope for.

"Hey, Zoë! We wondered where you'd got to!"

Zoë arched her head behind her, Nigel astride her and still pushing away into her bruised, battered and still willing vagina. There was Pauline and Esther, naked, arm in arm, no strap-on dildos now, and a glimpse of Jane and Martin fully clothed in the frame of the doorway. "Hi there, Esther," she said weakly. "I just got carried away."

"And I can see why," remarked Pauline, regarding the semi-erect penis that had been snatched so rudely out of Zoë's vagina by Nigel's embarrassment at being found out. "Fuck! If I'd known I wouldn't have let anyone else get their hands on my man. Hey Nigel. What say you we finish our date together?"

"Shit, man!" suddenly remarked Martin who wandered in, leaving Jane standing at the door. "If I'd known I'm sure we'd have stayed a bit longer. But we don't want to miss our taxi. Fuck! That's one big dick! I'm real choosy with the dicks I'll go for, but that's one I'd make a definite beeline for."

This remark clearly alarmed Nigel. He jumped up and raced out of the door past Jane who watched his swinging penis as it went by with wide-eyed fascination. "My clothes!" He gasped. "The kitchen!"

The next thing Zoë saw was Nigel running back past the door down the hallway, fully clothed. He briefly poked his head through the door. "I've got to catch the last train!" he gasped, and the next sound was the flat door slam behind him.

Zoë, Pauline and Esther watched Nigel's frenetic activity with incredulous silence that lasted perhaps another twenty seconds after the door had closed. Then they burst into hoots of laughter.

"Did you see his face?" chortled Esther.

"Martin, you bastard. You cunt. If you hadn't said that we'd have had a real piece of meat to finish off our dinner," said Pauline with laughter that belied the aggression of her words.

"Well. I was only speaking the truth. Wasn't I, Jane dear? After all, I must be the only guy who had no dick this evening. And the only girl too, seeing's I've dipped my piece into every sushi dip this evening 'cept Zoë's here! But you've had a real boner to contend with, haven't you?"

Zoë smiled. She'd wanted cock. And she'd got more cock than she could ever have hoped for. And all from one guy. And no sharing, either. And now, when the last of her guests had gone, and the taxis weren't going to be that long in arriving, her repast would be completed with the love and affection of Pauline and Esther in the sweaty, disordered sheets and blankets of her bed. And not just love and affection, but fists, fingers and long stiff rubber. 

Zoë smiled. She could hardly wait till her next party. She and Esther would begin planning it before the sun rose and the weekend began. But she wasn't sure whether she'd invite Nigel along. In fact, she wasn't sure whether he'd even come to the party. Or even, on reflection, whether he'd even come at this party.



Dinner Is Served



They drove toward the restaurant with his hand on her knee and her hands folded primly in her lap. Better to let him have his way. 

They had argued earlier about going out, she did not like to and he was always talking about they needed a "social life". Better to stay home on the computer. 

She looked over at Vincent and felt her thighs quiver against his circling thumb. He looked so handsome, dark hair and sharp features against the moonlight as he drove. 

Rubbing in larger circles on her thigh, his fingertips crested under the seam of her red dress, pushing it higher. She leaned over and lay on his shoulder as they pulled up and turned to him. 

"I cant wait until we get home tonight." He turned to her in exasperation, "We just got here! Be quiet and enjoy yourself for once." 

 He got out and Kat followed close behind. She tugged demurely on the back of the dress he had picked for her, it was flowing around her thighs but rode a bit high for her taste. You could almost see the tops of her black garters and she tugged down the front, thinking to herself, 'It's no use though. I will just have to show one or the other.' 

The doorperson asked if they wanted smoking or non. "Smoking, please." Vincent said as he placed his arm on the small of her back, propelling her forward toward the booth. 

They sat down and his hand returned to her hithg beneath the table. She looked at him because there were no table cloths and the restaurant was not full, but there were a few tables taken within view.

"Honey...."

"Shhh. We are having a good time."

He stroked his hand down to her knee, cupping it before coming back up, reaching the apex of her thighs just as the waiter appeared. 

"Good evening. May I start you out with some wine? We have a lovely bordeaux just in that I am sure you would enjoy."

Vincent slid his hand up underneath her skirt stroking her inner thigh as he spoke, "Yes we will have a bottle of that and some water with ice please."

The waiter nodded, glancing at Kat and hurried off. They opened their menus, and he kept stroking the same place until she relaxed. She studied the menu, and decided on the spaghetti with clam sauce. The waiter reappeared with their drinks and set the wine holder on the table. Vincent slid his finger along the edge of her panties as the waiter uncorked the bottle, wedging her legs a bit farther apart. 

Kat looked down demurely and wondered just how far this would go, he had never done anything like this and she was shocked at his audacity. Maybe he was punishing her for yelling earlier, teasing her this way. She could feel her panties sticking too her and thought she would have to take a trip to the bathroom soon and relieve the pressure. 

The waiter set their glasses in front of them along with the water, and stood up. "Are you ready or would you like to ask any questions?"

Vincent rubbed his chin with his free hand. "Hmm, What does are the features tonight?"

Kat gasped as he thrust his hand into her panties, stroking her waiting clit lightly. The waiter looked at her oddly and continued on. She felt herself blushing wantonly as the he explored her, separating her lips and strumming his fingers up and down her folds like a harp. He touched so lightly it was tortuous, and she pushed against him slightly, sliding down in the seat a bit.

"I think I will have that then." Vincent said and Kat looked up, noticing what was going on. 

"And for you miss?" The waiter looked at her oddly, blushing and scooched down in the seat as she was. She sat up quickly, and his hand never left her panties. 

"Ahh yes, well..." She felt him dive his middle finger into her.."Umm, oh...oh! I will have the ahh, the spaghetti with clam sauce. Ohhh yes that fe..sounds good." Sputtering as she felt his fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles, pressing harder as she spoke. 

The waiter left and she turned to Vincent. "What are you doing?!" She hissed.

"Sit back and shut up. Enjoy it, they are."

Kat looked over to a table of men across from them, openly staring between her legs. A couple was sitting near them, with the woman's back to them and the husband appeared to be trying to lean over to take a peek as well.

Her eyes widened as he moved her legs a bit farther apart, exposing the flimsy underwear covering her soaking cunt. Running his hand down to her thigh, he seemed to be framing her for their view.

She sighed as he replace his hand on her, and moved the covering aside so they could see. She whimpered a bit, protesting and he out a finger to her mouth, leaning over. 

He leaned over and whispered in her ear as he stroked her, "Mm you like that doncha love? You like showing my pussy off to all these strangers huh? No no, you aren't to come yet." 

She nodded, and he slowed down, alternating rubbing her clit fast, then slow. Everytime she felt ready to explode he slowed down, and she was panting when the food came. 

The waiter looked from him to her, at her face and how she was sitting and understanding flew to his face. He smirked at her, putting the towel on his arm in front of him, hiding the front of his pants. 

"Well then, enjoy your....meal." He walked a few steps backwards and with a glance under the table, obviously seeing everything and walked into the back. 

Spreading her legs fully, not caring anymore who saw her need was so great, she lifted her right leg and placed it over Vincents knee, rubbing her calf over him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her leg and smiled, not the only one being teased. 


"Thats right, my little slut, spread your legs and show them my pussy. A little bit farther...there. Yes." Moaning out loud as he slid his fingers into her roughly, the men openly shifted in their seats to adjust the bulges in their pants, and she pressed against his hand as he slowed down again. 

"Please..."

"What? I can't hear you..."

"PLEASE!"

"Please...what Vincent?"

"Please Vincent don't stop...please..."

"And...?" He asked, slowing down even further, hungrily looking at her in her need, knowing what he wanted to hear and waiting for her to say it.

"I want you to finger my pussy...and let all these men watch me come with your hand. Because I am your little slut. Sir."

He smiled at that and nodded as though confirming something he already knew.

He lifted the hem of her skirt fully, and inserted the fingers of his right hand into her, thrusting quickly as he stroked her with his right. As she was about to come he paused, and pulled some ice from the glasses, pushing his hand down her shirt. Rubbing it across her nipples, the men were rubbing the front of their pants as they watched, mouths agape.

Kat licked her lips and pleaded again, as she left her nipples tighten as they were iced and tweaked. She reached up, playing with her nipples on her own, as she reached over to stroke him through his pants. He moved her hand away.

Sitting in the booth, legs spread and hands rubbing her tits, she was quite a show. He rubbed her clit and put his fingers back into her, fucking faster and faster with his hands, whipering in her ear how she was his. "I could have you fuck every man in this room and you would, would'nt you? You would because I say so and this is my pussy. Say it."

"I would fuck every man in this room...ohhhhh please faster...ohhhh because this cunt... is not mine, it is yours."

Moaning and swiveling her hips, humping at his hand and mumering whatever he wanted to hear, she exploded, clutching her breasts and clenching her legs together as she shook. 

Vincent straightened up, took his fork and began to eat. They did not leave until her plate was clean.



Dinner is Served



****This story has explicit watersports and scat, you have been warned****

*

"What time are you leaving work?" Tory asked with a hint of mischief that Steve was very familiar with.

"I'm leaving about a half hour early. No one else is here and I'm just spinning my wheels. What do you have in mind?" He replied. It was a warm Friday in the summer, which meant that anyone who had vacation time was spending it on short weeks and long weekends.

"Well, since you're on a diet and all, I thought dinner would be a nice surprise. Eva has been telling me about a recipe for some time now, and I want to see if you like it." She said, her voice still holding that special something.

The only problem was Eva. She was a friend of his wife whom she had met at the gym. Eva was a different kind of creature to say the least. She was oddly secretive about her work, but it was apparent that whatever she did, it paid well. The secrecy bothered Steve, but he let it go. Tory really enjoyed Eva's company, and it had helped her reach her goals in the gym. Over the months of knowing Eva, Tory had developed the fit and tan body that she had always wanted. Eva's little quirks were a small price to pay to see his wife with a good friend. Besides, Eva wasn't mean or unpleasant, just strange. 

"I see. I only had a salad for lunch, so I'm up for anything, as long as it's not too fatty." Steve said. 

"Perfect, I'll get everything ready. All you need to do is bring your appetite." She chirped before blowing him a kiss and hanging up.

Steve finished the rest of the day and left his office as planned. He was wondering what kind of recipe Eva would know. Steve thought her diet was somewhat limited. She was big into fruit, pasta, rice, chicken and potatoes, to such a point that seemed be all she ate. It may have seemed like a strange thing to remember about someone, but a few dinners out with her had left it ingrained in his mind. She was very picky how her food was cooked and always burdened the waiter with special instructions. 'It helps keep me in shape.' Eva always said, and Steve could not argue with her. She was originally from the Czech republic, but had moved to New York. She was a medium height blonde with a slim body that held just enough curves to be dangerous, and her accent made her even more so. Yes, Eva may have been strange, but she was also undeniably hot.

The evening weather was perfect and Steve actually enjoyed his commute home. He was expecting to smell the food cooking as he approached the door to his condo but didn't. He shrugged it off. It would be just like Tory to have already made the food before calling him. Sometimes his opinion didn't matter either way. If he had said no to dinner, she would have still made him eat it. Oh well, it was the burden of the modern man.

"Hey, I'm home!" Steve called out as he closed the door. He didn't see Tory and he still didn't get even a hint of food. He sat his satchel down as Tory's voice floated from the bedroom.

"Go ahead and get your tie off and relax. We're going to have dinner in the bedroom tonight. Come on in when you're ready." Tory told him.

Steve smiled. He was beginning to see what Tory had planned, a romantic dinner, probably consisting of finger food. She had done it before, but it would probably now consist of some health foods that Eva provided. He loosened his tie, and a thought hit him as he did. She hadn't come out of the room, and maybe she couldn't. He remembered a news program about women who hired themselves out as dinner displays. The food was placed on their naked bodies. Tory had taken interest in the story, and Eva's choice in foods would probably fit right in with the concept.

Steve tossed his tie onto a chair a headed toward the bedroom. He was all ready for the buffet that he thought was waiting for him, but was surprised when He entered the room. Tory was sitting on the bed, quietly waiting for him. She stood and came up to him, giving him a big hug and kiss. She had gone to the beach after her usual trip to the gym, and her skin smelled of warm coconut and fruit oils. It was a scent that always caught Steve's attention.

"Mmm...you smell good." Steve said as he buried his face in her neck. He took a deep breath and inhaled in her scent.

Tory giggled and let him nuzzle against her for a few seconds before pulling away. She pulled him over to the bed and him sit down, but remained standing herself.

"First, I have some news. I found out what Eva does for a living." Tory said with eagerness to tell flashing in her eyes.

"What?" Steve asked. He was curious, not only as to her occupation, but to as why Tory was so excited.

"Dominatrix. That's right, she's a Dominatrix." Tory blurted out.

Steve couldn't help but smile, and then chuckle. It fit her. If Tory would have said any other job involving sex, he would have been skeptical, but Dominatrix fit. Eva's personality, accent and body made her perfect for the job.

"When did she tell you?" Steve asked.

"Well, it actually slipped out a few days ago. I was going to tell you sooner, but I had a better thought. Eva told me a few tricks of the trade and I want to try them." Tory said, her hand rubbing absentmindedly up and down her thigh.

"Okay, like what?" Steve wasn't going to turn down sex, and he could tell from Tory's speech and movement that she was already excited.

"First of all, you and I have watched some pretty...raunchy porn films. I'm not going to run down a list, so I'll let you think about it. Anyway, quite a bit of Eva's daily routine is designed around her work, even her diet. So, I've been trying her routine and now I want to try another part of it." Tory explained.

"Okay, so what?" Steve asked. They had watched plenty of porn movies so that was not a helpful clue, and he was lost as to what she wanted.

"It's better done than explained. So just go with the flow." Tory said, a hidden force in her voice. Her short black hair framed her face like a heart and her entire body, although only five feet was poised for action. She was dressed in a short black skirt with a white tank top. From the lace on her thigh that was visible, Steve could tell that she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

"Good, I'm glad that you agree." She said with a smile before Steve could reply. She lifted a foot and placed it against his chest before pushing him over on his back. The bed seemed to have a strange texture, as if something was under the sheets, but it was a point that Steve did not have the time to investigate. Tory climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. She slid forward, and with her legs pinning his arms to the bed positioned herself over his face. It was a position that they had frequently used, but not with his arms pinned down.

"Okay, that's good. It's been very difficult waiting for you to get home." Tory panted. She was seemed deep in concentration and her words sounded as if she were speaking to the empty air.

"Open up." She ordered and tugged at his jaw to emphasize her point. 

Steve complied right away. Tory had played dominant before and was always exciting, but this was different, and more exciting. She wasn't just playing dominant, she actually was. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He was prepared to lick her pussy all night long if that's what she wanted. But that wasn't what Tory had in mind.

The first squirt caught Steve totally off guard. He was so shocked that he wasn't really sure what had just happened. The second squirt left no room for mistake. Tory had shot a spurt of piss directly into his mouth. He sputtered as a third shot hit in directly in the back of his throat.

"Drink it!" Tory ordered, and another blast splashed across his tongue. He was still so surprised that he hadn't even tried to close his mouth.

"We've watched the movies and I want to try this. We've tried plenty of things that you've wanted, so don't be a bitch. Drink it!" Tory growled. 

There was something about the look on her face and the tone in her voice that made Steve obey her. He wasn't even thinking about the taste as he began to gurgle down her warm pee. It wasn't heavy in taste, being slightly salty. It tasted almost like the water that is left after boiling pasta. Steve could see her face through the stray spray of her piss. She was looking down at him with her eyes burning with intensity and was biting her lower lip. She looked as if she were in total ecstasy. 

The spurts became longer in length until she was pouring a steady stream into his mouth. Steve tried to keep up, but his swallowing caused the extra flow to flow down his cheeks and on to the bed. Tory noticed the spillage and cupped a hand near each of his cheeks. She caught some of the liquid and spread it around his face like a lotion, leaving him shiny and wet with her golden juice. The stream stopped abruptly, leaving Steve to catch his breath.

"Don't worry, I saved some for later. After all, I know you'll want an after dinner drink." Tory said with a smile that was far more toothy than usual. It gave her a sinister appearance, and Steve could only guess what she had planned next. The writing was on the wall, but at this time he preferred not to read it. He could only watch as Tory leaned forward, positioning her ass over his face. She reached back and gripped each cheek, spreading her ass wide.

Steve stared up and could see Tory's asshole. It was pink and crinkly like a rosebud, and it winked at him. It winked. It winked, and he knew what that meant. He now knew what she had been talking about earlier. The Scat films that he and Tory had watched were definitely the strongest films they had ever seen. He had never ruled the activity out, but he had never fully endorsed trying it either. Parts of him wanted to kick and try to force her off of him, but then there was the other side.

The other side of Steve was what he referred to as his dark side. It was the side that would try things his normal self wouldn't. The dark side always seemed to know what the true course of action should be. It was the dark side that was still wrapped in the coconut and fruit scent. It was the dark side that was excited that the scent was now mingled with musky scent of her pussy and the tart scent of her piss.

Steve continued to watch through his dark side as the bud of her flower began to bulge and expand. It was like watching a flower bloom on some time elapsed tape. He tried to bloom, but stopped. It repeated the process as if it were not sure that it wanted to expose itself to the sunshine.

"Take out your cock and stroke it. I want you stroking your cock as you taste my special treat." Tory commanded him.

Steve hadn't even realized how hard he was. His cock had forced its way trough his clothing and was throbbing under the waistband of his shorts. He fumbled quickly with his belt and pulled his cock free into the air. It was hard and hot in his hand, and he groaned as he closed his fingers around it.

"That's it, but don't come until I tell you." Tory ordered.

Steve obeyed her and returned to watching her pink bud. It now seemed determined to open. It bulged, parted and collapsed back on itself, but quickly repeated the process. It finally began to part, and this time it didn't stop. The flower kept opening, and it's pistol came into view. This pistol with a deep shade of brown and was by far, too large for the flower. It continued to push and the pistol grew until it dominated the flower. It began to slide out on it's own, stretching the pink flower until it was just a tight ring.

"Lick it...Lick it." Tory hissed.

Steve's tongue came out on it's own accord, and time seemed to slow as it traced the shortest distance to it's prize. It didn't end with a poke, but a wide lick, the kind you get from your dog on from returning home. Steve had a hint as to what it would taste like. He had licked his wife's ass enough times to get a few stray tastes. But this was actually different. It would never sell at a restaurant, but it wasn't that bad. The taste reminded him of the inside of a nut. Not the shell or the nut, but the thin skin or veins that usually accompanied them. It tasted like bitter almond, but it was more than tolerable. Steve rubbed the thick paste against the roof of his mouth and swallowed.

"Good boy, now suck it!" Tory ordered.

Steve was going to lean up, but Tory did the work. She pushed, and the last few inches to his mouth were bridged. She squatted lower and He was forced to open his mouth. The warm tube slid into his mouth and was surprisingly smooth. It was heavy and thick but creamy like cheese. His dark side was like a humming in his head, and his cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. He sucked like her were sucking a chocolate covered banana, and his mouth became awash with her taste. He quickly had thick syrup that dripped down the back of his throat, and he no choice but to swallow.

Swallowing was a signal, and Tory pushed, forcing more into his mouth. It filled so quickly that he was forced to keep swallowing, barely having the chance to break down her shit. She continued until a thick rope curled around his lips and his mouth was full.

Tory turned around and mounted his face again, but was now facing his feet. She could see his face coated in her shit and could see his hand barely gliding over his hard cock. She reached out and grabbed his hand, then forced it into the coil above his mouth. She made him take a handful and put his hand back to his cock.

"Come for me. I want to see you get off with my shit on your cock." She told him.

Her shit was smooth and warm, and coated his cock better than any lube ever could. He stroked his cock slowly at first while his tongue mixed her shit in his mouth. His hand began moving faster and he knew there was no holding back. As his hips began to buck, Tory placed her weight on his face. Her ass not only pressed her shit into his mouth, but also caused it to cover his face like a mask. He was lost in the warm stickiness of her shit and the heat of her ass. He came with a yell that filled his throat with her shit, causing him to gulp it down. He hadn't noticed before, but could feel Tory shaking, and then feel her climax and she stroked her clit.

It took a few minutes for Tory to compose herself enough to move. She licked her lips, smiling at the taste of Steve's come. He had shot like a rocket and had even splattered her face. She climbed off and grinned at her handiwork. Her husband's face was covered in her shit, and his cock was stained brown and still hard. She started to tell him to take a shower, but she got a better thought.

"Finish eating dinner and I'll give you that drink, but be a good boy and eat it all." She said, nudging his cock with her foot.

Steve was unable to talk, but nodded his understanding. In the back of his mind, he wondered what was for dessert.



Dinner is Served



Please note: The following story contains scenes of wife sharing, swinging, and lesbianism. If these offend you, please do not read on.

*

I glanced at my watch. 8:20pm. I was sweating. This had to be perfect or my wife Sarah would never agree to anything like this ever again. Our dinner guests would be arriving in 5 minutes so I went to check the large dinner table in our dinning room again.

The main base white silk table cloth was in place and looked splendid as if laid out for the queen herself. No cutlery was visible, or plates. Just wine glasses and place cards. I checked them against our menu list.

Hannah, a 32 year old blond woman, slim, with an athletic figure was to be seated top left of the table. She had ordered breast. Yep that checked out.

Next to her was her husband John, to be seated bottom left, as he had ordered leg. A tall stocky man. Banker by trade.

At the foot of the table was the place card for Mike, who had ordered the fish, and next to him, bottom right, was his wife Marie, having ordered Leg. Mike was the oldest to join us this evening, being 52 and balding slightly and carrying a little extra baggage. His wife Marie on the other hand was clearly after his Ferrari and supporting wage, as she was only 25, and had a body fresh out of uni, but with the breasts of a mother to be. Only she wasn't.

Top right, ready for breast would sit Simon, 35 Gym instructor, and his amazing wife and customer Debbie, 29 and well instructed by Simon it would seem, was to sit at the head of the table, having ordered tongue.

All the places would change of course depending on desert orders, but for now at least, it would seem everything was in order.

Atop the silk table cloth the evenings dinning was already in place, secured to the table, and further covered in a pink silk cloth. Its shape hinting at the delight of each platter beneath. Silently the meal waited.

The door bell rang, and I, dressed in my best tux and ready to serve as butler for the evening, walked professionally, calmly to greet the guest.

"Good evening sir, madam." I said as I opened the front door to see Simon and Debbie standing on the front porch. Simon was smartly dressed in suit pants and dinner jacket, with a casual but smart black polo neck sweater beneath. Debbie looked stunning in her dinner dress, the cut reaching down to her waist both front and back, and again up to her waist up either leg. Its near black dark red colour looked almost gothic in a teasingly lustful display of her body.

"Follow me please." I said non excitedly after taking their coats from their arms. I led the couple through the hall to the lounge where I invited them to relax as we awaited the other guests. After fixing them both a drink, the door bell rang again.

"Good evening Sir, Madam." I again greeted as I opened the door to the remaining guests, who arrived together in a stretched limo.

Walking in, almost ignoring me and dismissing me as the hired help, even though they knew I wasn't, the group had clearly already enjoyed a drink or 3 in the limo on the way to the meal. However they gladly excepted some more liquid inspiration as I went about serving the various cocktails they ordered.

Hannah seemed a little shy. Her full length white, almost ghost like dress clearly revealing black panties beneath suggested otherwise, as did her lack of bra, leaving her heaving bosom clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. John, was dressed in neat jeans and a trendy grey cashmere jumper. His small goatee making him look like a graphic designer more than a banker.

Mike appeared to be every bit the rich extravagant I'd imagined him to be, sporting a full white suit that was tailor fitted to hide his growing belly as best it could. Balder and older looking than I'd expected I began to suspect he'd lied about his age. His wife however was more than I could have hopped for. Marie looked like a goddess fallen from grace. Her figure and her face were divine. Blue eyes shining from a mane of perfect, long, wavy blond hair. Her fall from grace hinted by her black attire. Knee high black leather boots, leading up perfect legs to a short black skirt that looked more like a belt, and her top, proud as can be as I'd seen her walk from the limo, the driver staring as he helped her from the car, was naked. From leaving the car in the drive to the 15 step walk to the door, to her now standing, cooly chatting with the others, standing topless in my lounge. She was clearly wicked. That said, I guess so was everyone else here. Sure they'd each given her breasts a longing stare, but then each had then just broken their gaze and continued with small talk as if nothing was amiss. This was welcome conformation that I'd chosen our dinner guests well.

After 30 minutes of drink and talk had past and our guests had had fair chance to unwind, I thought I best not keep them and the meal waiting much longer lest the meal go cold.

"Dinner is served." I said from the entrance to the lounge before ushering the guests through to the dinning room and to their seats at the table.

After fixing them all a wine to accompany their meal I began to serve dinner in a fashion none of us had experienced before.

"For you Hannah" I began "Breast of Woman." With that I moved a portion of the top silk aside, revealing my wife's naked right breast, nipple erect with anticipation, and chest heaving up and down in deep breaths of fear and excitement.

"And for you John" I continued "Leg of a Lady." I announced as I folded over more of the cloth, so as to expose my wife's entire right hand side torso and leg. A leg smooth as the rest of her 35 year old body. Slim and sexy in its prime of sexual awareness and leading to a foot securely restrained to the corner of the table with soft rope.

I Walked past Mike to his dismay, and moved instead to his wife Maria. Staring hard at her naked top and then up to her blue eyes I took her hands and placed them on the cloth and without a word, I assisted her, neither of us breaking the gaze, as we revealed my wife's other leg also secured with rope. "Enjoy your Leg Of a Wife." I whispered to Maria as we folded the cloth without revealing too much else.

On then to Simon I moved "And for you Sir, the Finest 'Married Bosom'." I said as I moved the cloth aside to reveal my wife's left side breast.

The cloth now covered my wife's head fully, formed a neat rope down her wonderful cleavage, down her middle, and fanned out again between her legs.

Moving to the head of the table now, nervous as hell but doing my best to hide it, I gave Debbie a loud, long kiss on the lips to which she reciprocated. Our lips slapping and sucking each others tongues as if an un-official appetizer for the meal to hear. "For you Debbie" I broke "Tongue of Slave." and folded down the top part of the cloth, revealing my wife's blind folded face, mouth pursed and dry. Eyes searching behind the blind fold. Mind reeling. Breath quickening. Her mouth free to object but her arms now visible and also tied to the top corners of the dinner table. 

Moving to the base of the table with all eyes on me, I went directly to Mike.

"And for you good sir, it is my honour to present" I grabbed the silk cloth for the last time and whipped it away to fully expose my wife. "Pussy of my Wife, for your enjoyment."

As if I had disappeared all eyes left me and each stared at its own portion of the meal. Mike grinned as he spied the silk below my wife's crouch. It was damp. Very damp. 

"This will be a fine meal indeed." he said in a dirty perverted tone only the rich could get away with.

There was no warning. This was a meal after all. Everyone had their plate in front of them and so everyone tucked in all at once. Hannah and Simon eyeing each other across the table as each sucked hard on each of my wife's breasts. At the same time John and Maria began licking, kissing, stroking, biting at her legs and thighs. Mike was instantly feasting in earnest at her waiting and spread pussy. Burying his tongue deep inside and all I heard was the beginnings of the gasp "oh my god." from my wife when her mouth was sealed with Debbie's, who soon sucked my Sarah's tongue into the open and began caressing it with her mouth in an open display of tongue sucking. A site which almost sent me over the edge right away. That happening before desert would never do.

I steadied my breathing and just stepped back, watching my wife loose control of her own. Her chest was heaving. Her whole body writhed in waves.

It was kind of slow at first. Polite dining you might say. After the initial mouth full, each would break. Take a sip of wine. Survey their meal, perhaps deciding on how best to proceed as much as one would ponder "more meat, or perhaps some vegetables?" before taking the next mouthful.

I looked up as I heard Sarah gasp in earnest as Debbie broke the kissing to have a drink and a bit of table chat with Mike opposite her.

I noted that without saying a word, Sarah, my wife was gasping, still blind folded, craning her neck as her lips searched for Debbie's.

Debbie spotted this and took some more wine and then, leaning over my wife's trusting mouth, she dribbled her used beverage into the waiting vessel. Before my wife could gag or choke or swallow the kiss was once again sealed and once again, was clearly mutual, my wife swallowing the 2nd hand drink gratefully.

We'd discussed this evening at length before hand. Me being very keen to my wifes surprise, but her being the cautious one. Our rules were simple. She could protest at any time and I would stop everything. Everyone had agreed as everyone involved knew this was our first time. Everyone had also agreed at the originality of the idea and couldn't wait.

The other rule was a little harder to pass for seasoned swingers but once I'd got to know them, again, they agreed. This evening was to be a "meal" and my wife was to be the main course. However, she was to be consumed with hands and mouths ONLY as far as her body was concerned. In short, kissing and touching ONLY, besides myself.

I looked Sarah over, gauging for any signs of body language that said she was in danger or wanted to stop, or was in regret. There were none.

More slow banter across the table between Hannah and Simon as they discussed today's weather. Blatantly teasing my wife's nipples as her back arched for attention each time they stopped.

Mike stopped his meal between her legs. Dabbed his mouth politely with his napkin, and called me over.

"Old boy, how much wine do we have here?"

"Plenty Sir." I answered, confused, eyeing up his untouched glass.

"Say, enough for some marinade?" he quizzed in his gentlemanly tone.

"But of course sir." I said, bowing before retreating to the kitchen to fetch our finest red.

Everyone stopped and sat up when I returned. Watching me and waiting for the new flavour. But all was not still. Sarah was writhing as if invisible lips continued their assault. As if tortured by the break.

But it wasn't just her. Legs were writhing under the table as hands had crossed legs, not necessarily to the marital lap, and secret favours were being performed on all. 

I popped the cork on the wine and poured its perfectly room temperature liquid over my beautiful wife's body and even over her face.

Then I stepped back and the pace picked up. Conversations over, everyone's attention was 100% on their own portion of the meal.

Sarah's legs were pushing and pulling with what little movement the ropes allowed as her skin was assaulted with male and female mouths on her legs. Biting, sucking her skin between their teeth. Eating her like animals. Like vampires. Like lovers. Their moans into her thighs gave away their own state of arousal.

Mike was leading the pack. Licking and lapping at her pussy. Then pausing and licking slowly, skilfully across her clit. Teasing, tasting, and then diving in for more drink of her heavenly juices.

Her breasts were red from the kisses, sucks, licks, bites and caresses from both Hannah and Simon. I'd known seeing another woman sucking on Sarah's breast would drive me wild and it did, especially as Hannah repeatedly caught my eye and winked and mouthed "She's delicious." before going back for more. But it was seeing a man. Seeing Simon devour my wife's other breast and bringing her such pleasure that was actually sending me into a trance.

Likewise the relentless kissing of Sarah and Debbie was sending me a little uneasy on my feet. Not so much Debbie's enjoyment of her portion of the meal but of Sarah's. Of the eager reciprocation of what she clearly knew to be a woman's kiss. She hadn't known who would be sitting where until this night. Having said to me time and time again "But 2 women together is wrong!" she clearly now threw away those ideals so long as I was in consent. And clearly, she was enjoying it.

Suddenly the table shook. Sarah convulsed. Her legs spasmed and everyone slowed. Everyone accept Mike who could be heard sucking and swallowing her cum. They'd brought her to Orgasm.

She gasped and moaned with prolonged ecstasy into Debbie's Kiss as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Everyone sighed with their own satisfaction onto her various body parts. And then one by one, pulled away and dabbed themselves with their napkins.

I looked at Sarah laying there. Vulnerable yet safe. Used and yet served. On one hand she was their play thing. On the other, they were hers, and she loved it.

Each guest now stood up ready to be shown to their new position. For now it was time for desert.

"Could the woman please now move through to the lounge room while the gentlemen prepare desert."

As with any ordinary meal, Hannah quipped about it being nice for the men to do something for a change, where as Marie sauntered up to me and whispered "I can't wait for my cream pie." and with a wink, was gone into the other room.

I grabbed a cloth and did my best to mop any remaining wine from Sarah's skin as if she were nothing more than a kitchen surface. A piece of furniture.

When ready I ushered the gentlemen into their positions.

Mike stood at her head. John and Simon each stood at either side of her, near her breasts.

"Gentlemen, you know what to do." I said as I stood between my wife's legs.

They all dropped their pants revealing ready and eager erections. John and Simon began masturbating straight away while tugging and squeezing my wife's tits for inspiration.

Sarah began to moan again, but this was stifled to her surprise by Mikes cock at her lips. I wasn't sure how that would go down. If she'd take that as a step too far. To make it clear it wasn't mine, I took my place and pushed my cock into her wet and open pussy.

She gasped with shock and Mike took that moment to thrust into her open mouth.

She winced, but as I rocked in and out, she gave in and began sucking on Mikes cock and moving her head up and down as much as possible. It popped out and she licked and circled its large bulb head with her tongue before sucking it deep inside once again. 

The men at her breasts, watching our double show wanked hard and fast and Sarah, my wife, rode with my thrusts while sucking hard on a strange mans penis.

John was the first to go shooting his load all over my wifes perfect right breast and down her belly. Simon followed soon after shooting onto her left tit, deep cleavage, and onto her neck and chin.

Then I saw mike tense up and jolt and jerk as his load went into Sarah's mouth and then withdrew as it spilled over onto her lips and over her face.

This final site sent me over the edge and I came deep in her pussy and continued to pump my sperm as I withdrew, dripping it over her pussy lips and clit and trailing it down her thigh.

I moved back and was about to call the Women in, but they had come through un-invited to watch the show.

They too knew what to do.

"Enjoy your desert ladies." I said.

Marie jumped right in, bent over, lifting her dress to bare her ass as she buried her face deep in Sarah's pussy and began to eat her desert. The "cream pie" she'd wanted. She'd ASKED for in her emails. A cream pie, in my wifes pussy, with my cum dripping out.

Hannah moved up to my wife's mouth. She began by softly licking the cum from Sarah's face and swallowing, while too hitching up her dress to make herself accessible.

Debbie took her new place at Sarah's side, licking as if she'd never eaten, at the cum on my wifes torso and breasts. Sucking hard on the nipples. She too made herself accessible.

As each wife did this, each husband moved to someone else's wife and entered them.

Hannah groaned into the kiss with my wife as Mike began to pound into her pussy from behind. Debbie nearly bit off Sarah's nipple as John took her by surprise, clasped her breasts tight, and trust into her like a tribesman.

Wicked fallen angle Marie stared at her husband Mike across the table as she drank my cum from my wifes pussy, and groaned with wanton lust without breaking her gaze when Simon pushed his gym instructors body against her and began mating with her like an animal. 

Again my wifes body swam in the river of emotion and senses assaulting her mind and body. The sound of sex filled the room. Men and woman groaning as this bazaar meal neared conclusion. Each woman moaned into her body as they climaxed. And then again as each swapped husband pulsed inside them and came deep within them.

The meal was over.

Everyone was exhausted.

I was thanked by all for an excellent and original evening as each member left. Each member kissed my wife full on the lips, swapping tongues, before leaving. Still giving no verbal communication at all. As if taking an after dinner mint and nothing more personal than that.

Marie still topless and shameless with it walked tall and proud up the drive to the limo.

I closed the door behind the last of them and returned to clean up. Untying my wife, I left her lying on the table as if she were a plate waiting to be cleared up.

As I took the glasses and cloths away she slowly sat up and removed her blind fold.

"Thank you." she said at last. "You were right. I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it very much."



Dinner Is Served



"Dinner is Served"

Ugh! All this rain has me drained and is really putting a damper on our vacation Sheila screamed over the music in the bathroom. Mike was in the living room flipping back and forth between ESPN and Dow Jones. Mike thought about how much he paid for this vacation to Maui and sort of whispered "yes it is putting a damper on this vacation".

Sheila has a nice night planned for Mike. He's been so bummed out since his car accident and in a lot of pain that she's trying to help him clear his mind. Between being on the phone with attorneys and insurance companies and going back and forth to the chiropractor his days are consumed by this accident. His bones have healed and he was getting around better, but he was still having uncomfortable levels of pain.

As Sheila shaved her legs she got so excited just thinking of the evening she had planned for him. Sheila was aroused at just the thought of what was going to go down tonight. Her vagina was so wet that she had to stick a finger in her just to calm her down and get her to relax. Ooh that feels good she thought but she knows she has to hold out until later. So she licked her wetness off her finger and dried off. As she entered the living room she noticed Mike dozed off with the remote in one hand and his other hand in his pants. Laughing to herself she thought I'm so glad that he showered earlier. It's now 5:35 and the room service will be here at 6:00.

Sheila decorated the spare room earlier she added a red light, scented candles, and rose petals all over the bed she even sprayed the room with her favorite fragrance that he loves on her Chanel #5. As soon as she finished tying her Chloe wrap dress she closed the door to the newly decorated love den.

Room service was prompt they came exactly at 6:00 p.m. She pushed the carts in and begin to serve dinner. Mike came out the room and winked at Sheila when he seen the layout of food. They had Caesar salad and warm breadsticks as an appetizer. For the main course they had shrimp and lobster linguine in a cream sauce with butter steamed asparagus just the way Mike liked it. The server poured two glasses of Rose' and placed it in front of Mike and Sheila. Sheila thanked her and told her to have a glass for herself and commended her a job well done. After she served them strawberry cheesecake she drank her glass of wine thinking [the first part of the night was a success]  The server cleaned up and pushed the carts by the door and stood there. Sheila went to the door and motioned the server towards the spare room. Mike was looking over the balcony at the gray skies and still thought how beautiful he resort is. His thoughts wandered to what his next move will be and what kind of vehicle he will purchase next. He wanted a Range Rover or the new Bentley. Or maybe I will get me a convertible he thought to himself and smiled.

Sheila walked up and kissed him from behind and started nibbling on the nape of Mikes neck and rubbed his back. He turned around grabbed his wife and kissed her so passionately as his white linen pants begin to rise.

Sheila grabbed him by the hand and was untying her wrap dress at the same time leading Mike into the room. Sheila opened the door and the server was there dressed in the nighty Sheila laid out for her. Sheila looked over a Mike to see his expression he had a look of complete and utter shock. She completely removed her wrap dress to expose her red nighty that she was wearing. Mike took a step back as if to take it all in. He looked at the server and back at Sheila and she nodded yes to the answer he couldn't ask. He grabbed her and started kissing her passionately she grabbed his hand and walked him over to the bed. He asked Sheila are you sure baby? She whispered in his in ear I'm as sure as I will ever be my love. Mike couldn't believe that the only thing he asked for in twenty-two years is about to happen.

The server laid Mike back on the bed and Sheila removed his clothes. Sheila kissed the front of him and the server kissed down the back. They left no part of his body untouched. All you could hear were moans and groans of pure ecstasy. Mike could barely keep his eyes opened he felt so good all over. They licked his ears neck chest and fingers until Sheila put his long manhood in her mouth. She licked up and down the shaft and told the server to come taste it. Both ladies were kneeled between his legs and the server started sucking Mikes dick. Oh shit screamed Mike as he enjoyed the servers wet mouth. It was warm tight and wet felt like he was in some pussy. Sheila slid up Mikes body and squatted right over his face so he can give her pussy that tongue thrashing that she loves so much. She thought to herself this is the only part of him the server couldn't indulge herself in.

Sheila had to hold on to the head board as Mike feasted on her. He was nibbling on her clit as his bottom lip massaged her vagina. Mike inserted his tongue inside Sheila at full length and begin to do the scooping motion that she loved then the slurping of her pussy juices came. Oh my God Mike it's going to happen again Sheila screamed as her body started convulsing. Mike scooped and sucked some more. The server kneeled down on the side of Sheila and started sucking her nipple and wiping the sweat off Sheila's face. 

While the server licked and Mike sucked Sheila felt all the blood rush to her groin area. Its cumming Mike it's about to happen. Sheila quickly stood up and placed both feet on the side of Mike's head and spread her pussy lips back. Like clock- work this beautiful creamy vanilla nectar squirted and sprayed all over Mike's face and chest. He loved when he makes his wife squirt this way. He feels like the most powerful guy in the world. The first time it happened she cried. Sheila stood there holding on to the headboard as Mike and the server licked her cum from her legs thighs and vagina. Sheila felt so good she thought she was being selfish. This was a night that she planned for Mike not herself but she had to enjoy a few more minutes of this double feast and she was the main course.

Sheila kneeled down in front of the server and spread her legs. As if on cue Mike got behind Sheila in doggy-style position. Simultaneously they all proceeded to the task at hand. Sheila licked and sucked on the server's pussy mimicking the way Mike does hers. The server was in awe. This was the first time she ever received oral pleasures from a woman and damn did it feel good she thought. She came twice in Sheila's mouth as she massaged her nipples. It felt so good she almost felt guilty for getting paid to do this. Mike was in his own world fucking Sheila from behind and watching the beautiful server enjoy the oral pleasures she was receiving from Sheila. Her biting her lips and massaging her breasts turned Mike on even more. He lifted Sheila's round plump ass up and bounced it off his dick and she bounced her pussy back on it and never lost a beat. They call that their boomerang position. Mike spread her ass cheeks and spit on her ass hole and watch the spit seep in as he fucked her from behind. His long strokes became so intense that Sheila couldn't lick the server's clit anymore. She just enjoyed and held on while her husband plunged his big dick inside her. Her pussy started making all kinds of farting noises while the air was trapped in. And Sheila was ready to explode again. Fuck me Daddy I'm about to cum right now.

The server got in doggy-style position right next to Sheila and said yes fuck us Daddy and spread her ass cheeks. As Mike is still pounding Sheila out. All you hear is skin slapping against skin and at the same time he's fingering the server. Sheila can't take it anymore she released that nut. That one drained her as it seeped down her inner thigh she collapsed on the bed. Fuck me Daddy the server whispered to Mike and he did just that. Mike grabbed her arms from behind her and pulled them over her head placing her in the full-nelson wrestling move and fucked the shit out her.

Mike knew that this was the one time his wish would be granted especially the way his wife was looking over at him and he was going to make the best out of it. Mike slid his dick in half way and took it out and then rammed it back in. The server loved it. Sheila told him his dick was too big to do that too her. The server begged for it. Go ahead daddy she screamed ram that big dick in me again. And he did again and again and again. Mike was loving this new pussy and the freedom to beat it up the way he wants to. He shoved his dick in again and gave three deep thrusts back to back. The server was shaking and trying to get loosen his grip that he had her in so she could fuck him back. Mike loosened the grip a little as he was straight ramming her pussy. Her pussy was dripping wet it was making a squishy noise. Damn he thought he wasn't ready to cum yet. But if looks could kill he knew his ass would be dead in ten more minutes. Sheila was thinking oh hell no these mother fuckers are having a little too much fun Mike turned to his side a little and pounded her out diagonally. That position did it for her. The server was reaching and grabbing anything she could hold on too. Mike was savaging her pussy and she was about to cum. She slid her hand up and felt Sheila hand and grabbed it. The server started speaking in Spanish as soon as she started having her orgasm while she gripping the hell out of Sheila's hand. She let out this cat-like screech that made all of them look up and laugh. Mike was pumping fiercely sweat was dripping over both of them. He was panting and breathing heavily. Sheila knew her husband was about to cum. She sat up a little and covered his grunting mouth with hers and French kissed her husband passionately as he pulled his dick out and came all over the server's ass. They all collapsed on the cum and sweat drenched bed. They all fell asleep.

One hour later Sheila woke up to the server stirring around looking for her clothes. Once she was dressed she came over and kissed Sheila and thanked her for a wonderful evening in a whispered tone. Sheila thanked her and told her to let herself out because Mike was still asleep and she didn't want to wake him. The server walked out the room and you can hear the squeaky wheels of the food cart as she exited the hotel room with it.Sheila grabbed her blanket and nestled under her snoring husband and whispered "dinner was served". And went to sleep. 

by MsChar"