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Dinner Party

By: love24x



Mark and Alison had been invited over dinner at the weekend by their friends Ann and Simon and tantalisingly been promised a meal which would be a special treat for the two of them. The way it had been put to them had sounded a little strange but very intriguing so they had no idea what to expect when they arrived eager with anticipation in on a cool early summer evening.

Ann opened the door, looking stunning in a very diaphanous semi transparent evening dress showing off her obvious sexy black lacy underwear beneath. Mark could not help looking up and down her lithe body appreciatively as she stood silhouetted in the doorway by the pale light behind her. Simon appeared over her shoulder looking very smart and formally dressed in an expensively cut and very handsome black dinner jacket.

Ann and Simon invited them into the house and offered them a drink in front of a warm open fire. Alison asked what they had cooked but they both just smiled Ann saying "Nothing much but we think you will enjoy it all the same, and I think we will too". 

They had another drink comfortable in the familiar company of their two closest friends and were then ushered through into the dining room. As Simon and Ann had promised there were only two places laid opposite each other on a large solid oak table. The two places looking lost on the large expanse of dark oak. Surprised, Alison and Mark asked what was happening. Simon said that they were going to be treated for the meals they had been cooked and that since this was now their turn they would wait on Mark and Alison hand and foot, not only cooking for them but also serving their food as well.

They urged them to sit down which they did a little self consciously, but with topped up glasses they soon began to enjoy the situation and settle into their role as valued customers while Ann and Simon retreated into the kitchen and started on the food.

The first to arrive with a flamboyant gesture were two plates of freshly opened juicy oysters, smelling wonderfully of the sea with subtle rich musky undertones. They had a succulent sweet fresh taste as they slid creamily onto Mark and Alison's tongues. 

While Mark and Alison were enjoying the oysters Ann offered to help Mark with one and asking him to tilt his head back as she let the delicate morsel slide off the shell over his tongue and silkily into his waiting mouth. At the same time Simon offered to do the same for Alison cupping the back of her head in his hand as he let the sweet juicy flesh slip between her lips into her mouth from the pearly shell, obviously flirting with her just as much as Ann was doing with Mark. Simon and Ann clearly found the oysters just as erotic as Mark and Alison always had and seemed to enjoy the close contact with their guests as they fed them each sensual morsel.

The oysters were soon finished, Mark and Alison enjoying both the wonderful oysters and the close attentions of Ann and Simon once they had relaxed and overcome the slightly uncomfortable feeling of such close proximity. The waiter and waitress disappeared into the kitchen leaving Mark and Alison to wonder what was going on. The evening was hardly what they expected and both could sense the highly charged erotic atmosphere. They were definitely enjoying themselves though and by mutual assent they agreed to sit back and enjoy the next course, whatever it was they were being offered.

After some giggling in the kitchen Ann and Simon both reappeared. This time though there were carrying plates supporting small glass dishes of caviar with small mother of pearl spoons. What was even more striking though, was that Simon had taken off his shirt and trousers and was now only dressed in his dinner jacket and small tight white briefs while Ann had shed her dress and was only wearing her black but very transparent lacy underwear with the obligatory black stockings and high heels. 

Ann and Simon were both giggling infectiously, so although Mark and Alison were both totally surprised and a little taken aback, they both laughed when Ann said "We thought you would enjoy some erotic clothes to go with your erotic food! We thought you might find it fun! Would you like some caviar?" 

Surprised but happy to play along Mark and Alison let Ann and Simon feed them from the small delicate spoons. Mark could not help looking at Ann's body beneath the revealing lace. Looking up he could see her plump breasts pushed up and seemingly precariously supported by the delicate lace of a flimsy transparent corset. The thin material only just covering the soft coral pink of her pert, cheeky nipples. Sitting down Mark's eyes were almost in line with Ann's waist and he could not help noticing the wisps of soft dark curly hair pressing against the transparent window of lace framing the dark "V" of Ann's rounded mound. Turning his head to accept another spoon of caviar sensuously placed on his tongue Mark looked at Alison licking caviar from the spoon in Simon's hand. Her eyes, level with Simon's hips, taking in the contours of his thick, meaty looking cock and heavy balls hardly hidden by the very thin and tightly stretched material of his little white pants. Mark thought he saw Simon's cock swell slightly as he felt Alison's eyes inches from his sensitive flesh. 

In turn Mark felt his own cock begin to stir, stiffening gently against the restraining material of his underwear and trousers. He was not yet uncomfortably hard though and was determined to maintain control, despite starting to feel himself begin to lose the battle to overcome his instincts. This only became hared when Ann reached out towards him and he thought he could just smell a hint of the heady aroma of musky female excitement. To regain as much control as possible he looked away at Alison, who caught his eye and smiled acceptingly as they both acknowledged each other's enjoyment of the situation and gave their tacit approval to continue.

Slipping another spoon of caviar into Mark's mouth Ann said "I have heard the best way to taste caviar is to lick it off the breast of a beautiful woman. Would you like to try Mark?"

Not knowing exactly what Ann was suggesting but having a pretty good idea Mark looked at Alison questioningly. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded hesitantly so Mark looked back up at Ann. "OK", he said uncertainly with a drying mouth.

Ann took a step back and lifted her hands to her top to slowly and sensuously peel down the flimsy material covering her breasts. Mark watched intently as she exposed her firm rounded tits to his gaze, her nipples stiffening slightly in the cool air as she slowly and very deliberately she took a small spoonful of the black caviar and moved back towards him. 

Cupping the soft creamy flesh of one breast in her hand she carefully anointed one tightening nipple with the dark tangy pearls of caviar before leaning forward and bending down to present herself to Mark's open mouth. He licked open mouthed at the caviar, removing it slowly from her soft skin, savouring the taste of her body as well as the caviar and enjoying the contrast of textures before tacking her fully erect nipple into his mouth, sucking her taut flesh into his mouth to remove the very last traces of the exotic food, then running his tongue over her sensitive tightening nipple taste her too. 

Ann pulled herself reluctantly from his mouth and very deliberately spooned more caviar onto her other nipple to let him repeat the process until both her nipples were taut with pleasure, engorged and excitingly erect.

As Mark was sucking on her nipple Ann looked over to Alison and asked if she would like to try too. Unsure of what to say Alison hesitated but Mark looked up at Alison and told her to try it, saying that he was sure she would enjoy it then telling Ann to go and offer Alison the same treat. Obediently Ann walked around the table to stand beside Alison, her plump rounded breasts swaying rhythmically and extremely erotically as she moved. 

Repeating the same process that she had with Mark, Ann cupped her breast and lifted her taut nipple to spoon a small mound of caviar onto her ripe flesh. I saw Simon watching intently as Ann lowered herself towards Alison's waiting mouth. 

Alison waited nervously then slowly opened her mouth and put out her tongue as Ann bent towards her, closing her eyes uncertainly as Ann's body moved closer. Ann deliberately moved herself so that the little mound of caviar brushed Alison's tongue and she was able to lick it from her body without opening her eyes. At first Alison savoured the caviar without touching Ann's skin but as she licked the small tasty buds from her body her tongue started to brush tip of Ann's nipple. Sensing this Ann moved closer to Alison's face so that her soft flesh pressed against her lips and tongue almost forcing Alison to lick her nipple clean and then suck on as it she pressed the swollen point between her lips and into her open mouth. Still with her eyes shut Alison sucked hard on Ann's taut nipple and ran her tongue over its crinkled tip forcing a drawn out "MMMMmmmmm" to escape from Ann's lips.

Again Ann repeated the process with her other breast, this time Alison opened her eyes and relished licking the delicate morsels of caviar from Ann's nipple and then began to suck eagerly on her succulent nipple to remove the last vestiges of taste, obviously enjoying Ann's engorged nipple too this time.

Ann pulled herself reluctantly from Alison's mouth and said "Would you like to try another way to enjoy caviar?"

Without giving Alison time to respond she reached out and took hold of Simon's hand, pulling him towards her. Dragging my eyes away from Ann's breasts and the obvious look of excitement in Alison's heavily lidded eyes I saw that Simon's cock had reacted instantly to the sight of the Alison sucking Ann's nipples, just like mine, and now his big thick shaft was engorged and thrusting eagerly well above the waistband of his tight pants. His foreskin drawn back tightly from the ripe swollen head with the wetness of his obvious excitement glistening on the dark velvety tip of his proudly erect sex. 

Lining Simon up directly in front of Alison's face Ann eased Simon's cock from the confines of his tight white pants so that the waistband caught at the base of his engorged shaft to rest on his balls. 

Mark watched Alison intently as her eyes followed Ann's hands exposing Simon's thick curving cock and hold it firmly, her fingers looking small and delicate as they wrapped around his angry straining flesh, struggling to wrap all the way around the thickness of his excitement. 

She carefully pulled his foreskin right back making the engorged head of his cock swell and bulge even more angrily then she gently a small mound of dark caviar bubbles on his smooth sensitive head. As she finished she one hand tightly wrapped around his tumescent shaft and pulling gently lead his cock towards Alison's mouth. In turn Alison looked entranced at the sight of Simon's lovely hard cock being prepared for her. 

Ann gently put a hand behind so that she could guide Simon's cock towards Alison's mouth. As it approached her face Alison put out her tongue and began to taste hesitantly than lick at the soft grains of caviar clinging enticingly to Simon's hot straining sex. Licking harder she cleaned every last piece of the caviar from the tip of Simon's cock to leave him wet and glistening before tasting the musky juice of excitement running from him and mixing with the subtle caviar taste. 

Despite the fact that his cock had no more caviar left on it Alison kept licking him slowly and sensuously obviously enjoying him, then took him deep between her lips, sliding his cock into her mouth to suck on his gorgeous swollen flesh. Simon moaned loudly and leaned back, closing his eyes as he lifted his hips towards Alison's wonderful mouth while she in turn closed her hand around Ann's, joining hands at the base of his cock to draw him deeper into her eager mouth. 

Mark watched his beautiful wife in fascination, the sight of Alison's delicate little mouth stretched around the shaft of Simon's big thick angry cock, exciting him even more and making his own cock throb with lust and excitement against the restraining material of his pants and trousers. He wanted desperately to swap places with Simon as he watched Ann kneel to slide Simon's pants down to his ankles and reach between his thighs from behind to cup his balls as Alison carried on sucking and licking his thick curving prick.

Simon knew he could not last for long in Alison's mouth, she was working wonders on his sensitive flesh and he already envied Mark for his luck in finding somebody who obviously enjoyed doing such wonderful things with her mouth. Desperately as he wanted to come in her mouth but he and Ann had other plans so he reluctantly pulled himself from beautiful lips and energetic tongue.

Easing his aching cock from her soft lips he took Ann's hand in his, lifting her to her feet and leading her away and back to the kitchen, his wet upright cock bouncing proudly as he walked away.

Mark and Alison looked at each other, both intensely excited by what had happened but both a little unsure of what to say to each other. "Are you OK?" Mark asked. "Do you want to go on with this?" 

Before Alison could reply Simon and Ann reappeared, this time Ann carrying a tray with a bottle on it and Simon with a couple of bowls and serving spoons. Simon had taken his jacket off but it was not until he put bowls down next to Alison that they realised that he was now totally naked and although not as hard as when he left the room. His meaty cock was still swollen and glistening though, resting heavily on his tight looking balls and swaying sensuously as he moved. Ann was still wearing the lacy basque and stockings but had not replaced the delicate lace of the top letting her gorgeous tits spill out over the top of the flimsy corset. It was only when she put the tray down that Mark saw she had now taken off the lacy knickers and could now clearly see her neatly trimmed bush and the finely chiselled cleft of her slit as she stood in front of him.

"We are going to skip the main course so you can have a choice of dessert" Ann said. "Alison you have the choice of ice cream and warm fruit sauce or warm chocolate sauce, and Mark you have the choice of banana and cream or cognac and a cigar. What will it be?"

Alison looked hesitantly at Mark then chose the ice cream and chocolate while Mark chose the cognac and cigar. With the decision made both Ann and Simon arranged the items they had brought in and then asked Mark and Alison to move their chairs back from thetable.

As they did so Simon and Ann both sat on the edge table in front of their guests, facing towards them but with their backs to each other. Ann was now directly in front of Mark and Simon in front of Alison. Sat like this Simon's cock was immediately in front of Alison's face and was very obviously beginning to grow fully erect once again as he anticipated the excitement to come. 

Simon lay back and reached to his side to spoon a big dollop of thick rich ice cream onto the tip of his cock and then another onto his balls making sure that he dribbled plenty of the cold sticky cream onto the thick curving shaft of his cock. Then he followed this with several spoons of warm melted chocolate, which pooled in hollows alongside the cream and ran down over his cock and onto his heavy swollen balls. Each spoonful of the alternatively hot and cold sensations further exciting his cock deliciously and making it swell even more in front of Alison's eyes. 

He finished and leaned back telling Alison to enjoy her dessert. She bent her head down and started to lick him clean, alternating between the rich cream and chocolate and the tasty hard flesh of his cock. 

Ann and Mark watched with increasing excitement, but Ann's legs slowly opening right in front of his face brought Mark's attention right back to her. With her thighs apart and Mark's face inches from her sex Ann asked if he still wanted the cigar a la Clinton. He confirmed that he did, knowing exactly what to expect.

Ann reached down beside her and picked up a long thick cigar in a tube then leaning further back began to run the tube over the lips of her sex, obviously opening herself to Mark's gaze. As he watched she began to ease the thick phallic looking metal container into herself, enjoying the feel of his eyes upon her as she felt the cool metal slip between her lips and inside her body, teasing herself eagerly with the perfectly shaped tube. Easing the container reluctantly from her cunt she quickly undid it and pulled out the cigar. "Let me wet it for you". She said to Mark and started to rub the rounded end between the lips of her cunt and around her clit, moistening the tobacco with her juice before sliding the end into her tight wet little hole as Mark watched in fascination. Pulling the moistened cigar from her cunt she offered it to Mark and said "I hope I have improved its aroma".

Mark sucked on the cigar and said that it could still be improved a little further so Ann took it from him and pushed it inside herself again, deeper this time. As she started to wank herself with the thick cigar they both looked up to see Alison taking Simon's cream and chocolate covered cock in her mouth sucking on it and leaving the end clean and glistening but leaving his shaft and balls still covered in the sticky mess of cream and warm chocolate.

In front of Mark Ann pushed the long cigar deep inside herself and then pulled it out completely saying "I think it's time you had a cognac". She lay right back on the table in front of Mark her head beside Simon's hips, exposing her beautiful cunt even more and lifted a bottle of expensive cognac above herself and removing the cork said "I do not have any glasses so you will have to drink it from me". 

Mark bent his head between her legs smelling the rich musk of her obvious excitement and watched her pour a few drops of the fiery cognac onto her pouting sex. The harsh spirit warmed her delicate swollen flesh seeping into her folds and introducing a tingling fire wherever it touched. "Quick before it runs away". 

She gasped and Mark sank his head to her open sex and started to lick away the cognac and the juice of her own lust. As he licked her looked up to see he pinching her own nipples in as her own passion, urging the ripe tips into tight foci of intense pleasure. Beyond he could see Alison straighten, taking her mouth away from Simon's upright cock and pushing him back down on the table turned away from him quickly lifting her dress off over her head in one quick movement before bending down to pull off her knickers. Without a bra on her pert little breasts swung beautifully from her body as she frantically pulled the flimsy fabric stickily away from the wetness between her thighs and down over her legs and feet. Backing towards Simon she pushed his knees apart and moved her gorgeous rounded bottom towards the top of his thighs. The height of the table meant that top of her legs just about matched the level of the base of Simon's cock so as she leaned forward and lifted herself on her toes she was just able to feel the cold sticky ice cream and warm chocolate covering the base of his cock and balls slide wetly between her thighs and cheeks of her bottom as she pushed herself down on Simon.

Rubbing herself against the sticky slippery mess between his legs she felt the alternating hot and cold of the ice cream and chocolate on her sensitive skin and then the heat of his throbbing cock as it slid against her squirming body. Wanting so much more Alison reached behind herself for Simon's cock and guided it towards her eager waiting cunt. He watched intently as she bent his hot curving shaft towards the entrance to her body positioning his thick swollen cock between her swollen pouting lips so the he could start to feel the tip engulfed in the warm honey of her succulent molten sex, in stark contrast to the cold ice cream now spread between her thighs. 


Dinner Party



It had started out as a typical Tuesday. On her first break Suzanne grabbed a cup of coffee and opened her GMail account. Her heart skipped at the sight of his email. Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words.

"Honeypot, I require your services this Saturday. Prepare yourself fully and be ready at 1600 hours. I will prepare your wardrobe and see you then. No O's till then for you. -David"

It was a long week, especially since Suzanne was not allowed a self-induced orgasm, but Saturday finally arrived. Suzanne was up early and started on her preparations. Coffee and two slices of wheat toast. A long, hot soak in the tub. She checked items off her mental list. Hair and waxing had been done Thursday. Nails had been done Friday after work. The only things left were the enemas, her makeup, and a few last touches to her hair.

At 7 pm Suzanne was dressed in a short black dress that David had selected. It was form- fitting and low cut and it literally dripped sex. Underneath was a black lace garter belt and some thoroughly decadent silk stockings. Three other women in similar dresses were mingling in the crowd. Suzanne wondered if they, too, were going commando. The crowd was ten men, all wearing expensive business suits, and the four women.

At 7:30 sharp the man hosting the party rapped on his wine glass. David had introduced him as Ryan. The room went quiet and the man smiled all around the room.

"Our dinner has been served. Please join me in the next room."

A set of french doors opened and a large table became visible to the crowd. Everyone filed into the room and found their name cards. Suzanne was seated between David and a man named Steven. All the other women were seated next to their man and someone they had just met. The two end chairs were set for Ryan and someone named Charles.

Ryan spoke again "Ladies, if you will please remove your dresses, we will all sit down and enjoy the meal."

Suzanne looked at David and he just nodded. Across the table both Sylvia and Randi were already stepping out of their clothes. David moved to her back and unzipped her dress. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne allowed her dress to fall around her ankles, and then carefully stepped out of it. The woman to her right, Melanie, shimmied out of her dress. Suzanne noted that all four women wore black garter belts and black stockings. None wore panties and all were clean-shaven. That done, everyone sat down to a very nicely-presented meal.

Suzanne picked at the food in front of her. Her thoughts whirled in her head. What was going to happen next? What was going to be expected of her? David gave her no hint. He only smiled at her, patted her hand, and continued his conversation with Ryan. Suzanne realized, with a start, that her breathing was shallow, her nipples hard, and her pussy was dripping on the chair. She drained her wine glass and looked across at Randi. Randi also had two erect nipples and a flush in her cheek. She did not speak, but smiled shyly at Suzanne.

Ryan tapped on his wine glass, rose from his chair, and the room went silent. Suzanne inhaled and held her breath.

"Ladies, please follow me back to the other room."

Everyone rose and Suzanne and the other 3 women followed Ryan through the French doors. A second long dining table was set in the middle of the room. On the table were four long pillows, each with a name card placed on it. Suzanne was again across from Randi and next to Melanie. Where Ryan had been seated there was a set of steps. Randi held out her hand to Suzanne and led her up the stairs. Melanie and Sylvia followed.

"Ladies, please stand in front of your pillows, and face the edge of the table. Please keep your ankles spread about a foot apart. The men will be right in."

Randi assumed the requested position near the edge of the table, and extended her right hand to Sylvia. Melanie settled into a similar stance and reached her hand over to Suzanne. As the men entered the room they were greeted with the sight of four ladies awaiting their full attention.

Ryan smiled at the ladies and turned to the men. "Gentlemen, you have all washed your hands. Please insert your fingers into the vagina of each of these Ladies and perform a taste test. Take your time and be certain to wash every time you move to another Lady. When you have had time to savor each one, please go select your choice, and do have some water to cleanse your palate. Owners may not select their own Ladies."

Suzanne experienced something similar to schizophrenia; one part of her brain screamed at her to run and hide, and the other started involuntary hip movements. She felt her vaginal fluids leak down her legs into the stocking tops. Ten different men, including her David, used their fingers to penetrate her sex and taste her vaginal nectars. Five men returned for a second taste. Four of the five selected Suzanne as having the best taste.

When all of the men had chosen their favorite, Ryan tapped his glass and said "Ladies, please be seated on the pillows, the men will now draw for position."

Suzanne watched Melanie sit on her pillow and recline. Sylvia and Randi did the same. Slowly Suzanne sat down, reclined, and spread her legs as the other women had done. Melanie stretched out her hand to Suzanne and Suzanne welcomed the comforting hand of a total stranger.

The first man approached with a chair and proceeded to sit down, draw Suzanne closer to the edge, and start licking at her wide open vagina. Three men, all awaiting their turns, stood behind the chair and watched.

Over an hour later the last man finished licking and fingering her sex, and Suzanne was finally allowed to rest. Her breathing was still hard and her vaginal lips still swollen from the attention lavished upon them. Her eyes finally focused on her David standing between her legs. He was smiling down at her and he whispered "I love you". Then Suzanne noticed that Melanie had her man standing in front of her, but he was preparing to have sex with her. And then David, her David, flicked her clitoris twice and slid his stiff prick into her wet pussy. Suzanne immediately had an orgasm, followed by another when she felt David pump his orgasm deep into her.

On Monday, when the girls in the office asked Suzanne what she had done over the weekend, Suzanne said "David took me to a private dinner club. It was quite romantic."



Dinner Party



The sun has set quite some time ago as another day ends; we lay in our bed basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. I know that it sounds strange considering he's my Master and I'm His pet but we still make love like a normal couple sometimes. I lay on my side up against you with my head resting on your shoulder, your arm around me holding me close to you. My finger makes a lazy circle through the hair on your chest. My body and mind totally relaxed right now as I snuggle into you more. You feel me relax against you.

"Baby," you whisper softly, "You still awake?"

"Mmm.... yesss," I whisper back to you sounding very content.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"Aww thanks that's so sweet. Well, you're not so bad yourself," as I kiss you softly.

"Speaking of amazing, I've been thinking I know that we've talked about this in the past and I think that its time for us or should I say you to do it. I want to invite some people over for dinner from work, have a nice dinner and then let them do whatever they want with you. I'm ready to share My sexy pet for just one night with my friends. Now of course there would be limits and if any one of them crosses that line they'd have to answer to me. Part of my job as your Master is to protect you, keep you safe and take care of you; I would never let anyone hurt you but you know that already. I know that you've been with strangers like this before but these are people that I know, but you are ready for this now. You're going to be my good little girl and do this, aren't you?"

"I can do nothing but obey you, Sir. I will do anything that you ask of me. All I want to do is please you."

"That's my good girl. You make your Master proud, little one," as you kiss me again softly.

I still lay up against your side feeling very sleepy even though we're in the middle of a discussion. 

"Can we continue this in the morning?" I'm really tired."

"Good night and sleep well, sweetness. We can finish this tomorrow." 

You place soft kiss on my forehead though I've already fallen asleep. You pull me closer to you and pull the covers up over us more and drift off yourself. 

We wake up the next morning still snuggled together; you ask me if I slept well and I tell you that I did. You kiss me and ask if I remember what we were talking about last night. I tell you yes I do and I'm ready to do it whenever your friends are available to come over for dinner. 

You tell me that you've already spoken to them just about coming over for dinner they don't know what's in store for them just yet. You go on to tell me that they are all able to come over this Saturday night, but you will tell them at some point just what's going to happen after dinner you thought that you'd save that surprise for last. 

"Oh, so soon? Well, I've got a lot to do between now and then; a house to clean and grocery shopping to do. I want to make everything just perfect for your friends and make you proud of me."

"I am very proud of you, you've come quite a long way since I first started training you and took you to our first party at the mansion, My sexy pet."

"Thank you, Sir. Just hearing you say that makes me very happy to know that I've pleased you that much."

You kiss me deeply, passionately as we start our day in the usual manner with me giving you an awesome blowjob to start your day off right. A few days pass as I make my preparations for our night with your friends and soon Saturday arrives. I spend most of the morning and part of the afternoon cleaning the house then I go into the kitchen to start making dinner. 

Time goes by so quickly as I realize that I need to get into the shower and get all cleaned up before they arrive. As I walk towards the master suite I pass your office; you're sitting there at your laptop probably either doing some work or just surfin' the net. I stop and lean against the doorway.

"Babe, you want to join me in the shower? I need to start getting ready before they all get here."

"Mmmm, yeah," you say with a smile. "What a perfect way to start the evening, huh?"

I get into the shower first you come in shortly after me. We kiss and tease but at the same time wash each other lovingly. Doesn't even seem like anything unusual is going to happen here tonight everything seems very normal although deep down inside I'm a little nervous about being with your friends. I want to please you so much. 

We finish our shower stepping out I dry you off first then myself. I lotion my entire body with Victoria's Secret Strawberries and Champagne so I smell really sexy for you and our guests. I walk into the bedroom to find that you've already picked out my outfit for this evening. Hmmm so that's what you were doing before you got into the shower with me.

I look at the outfit lying on the bed, great minds must think a like this is exactly what I was planning on wearing if you hadn't chosen it for me. It's very sexy, but not too slutty. I didn't think that you wanted me to look like a total whore in front of your friends. I'm much more than that to you.

I start to get dressed putting on the corset top first that pushes my breasts up putting them on display and showing oh so much cleavage. Then I pull on the black leather miniskirt that definitely shows off my long legs. I sit on the bed to put on the thigh hi stockings and my black spike heel shoes on and then walk over to the dresser to decide which collar to wear tonight. You walk in just about then seeing me standing there looking so hot and sexy.

"Oh god baby, you are so beautiful standing there like that, not to mention so sexy. Hum maybe I should call this whole thing off and not share you tonight. Well, on second thought its going to be so hot watching you getting fucked by my friends and probably enjoying yourself too, if I know My sexy pet as well as I think I do."

"Thank you Sir. You know that it's my job to look good for you always. And as far as enjoying getting fucked by your friends you are definitely right about that. Now which collar to wear tonight, the flat silver necklace that I wear everyday or the one that you gave me before the party at the mansion with all the diamonds on it?"

"Well I think that My pet should wear this one."

You pick up the one with all the diamonds and put it around my neck. 

"It matches the sparkle in your eyes," as you spin me around so you can kiss me. 

It's one of those kisses that leaves me panting and hot, your hands lightly touching my body all over. I guess you're getting me all warmed up for your guests and doing quite a good job at it. You break our kiss as look at your watch and see that our guests should arrive very soon. Damn I could fuck you right now you've left me wanting you and your hard cock that I felt against me while we kissed. 

I head into the kitchen to check on dinner as you go into the den and make sure that the bar is stocked with everything that you will need for tonight. We are both making our final preparations when the doorbell rings; our guests are here and right on time. You tell me again how good I look and how sexy I am as you kiss me.

You reach down between my legs and let your fingers brush against my wet cunt sliding upwards to stroke my clit. I whimper as we stand at the door while you kiss me and tease my clit and cunt. You open the door as your hand slides out from under my leather mini skirt. You've left me panting and trying to gain my composure as your friends stand at the door. 

The 4 guys have arrived at the same time you let them in and greet them, introducing them all to me. Their eyes are certainly on me right now lingering on every curve of my body especially the way that I'm dressed not leaving much to the imagination. I graciously welcome them to our home and hope that they have a wonderful evening. 

While you're talking shop with your friends I excuse myself to go get dinner on the table. As I leave the room I can hear them tell you how lucky you are and how hot I am. I return a few minutes later and as I enter the room all eyes are on me again watching as I walk towards all of you. I tell you that dinner is ready and I hope that everyone is hungry. You walk over to me and kiss me deeply, take me by the hand and tell your friends, 

"Come on guys, let's go eat. I'm sure that it's going to be awesome. She's a great cook, too."

"Thanks, baby. I hope that you all will love it."

We get to the dining room and sit down to a very nice dinner. 

While we eat dinner we talk about all kinds of subjects, but mostly the guys are very curious about me. Asking me all kinds of questions about what it's like to be a submissive, I don't think that they quite understand what it's all about. They think that its whips and chains, kinky stuff and something that involves pain all the time. We both try to explain to them that it's not at all like that. There isn't much pain involved except when I get punished. And even then you would never hurt me intentionally. I think that they have a better understanding by the time dinner is over. 

We all enjoyed our meal quite thoroughly and are very full; they compliment me on how great everything was and how much they enjoyed it. You suggest that we move into the den and get more comfortable, have a few drinks and get this party started. You and the guys go to the den ahead of me, I stay behind to clear the table and join you in a few minutes. I walk into the room you've already gotten the guys a drink it seems like everyone is having a good time. As I approach the bar you tell me, 

"Hi baby, glad you could join us. Guinness, my sexy pet?"

"Yes please, Sir." 

I hear a couple of the guys make a comment about how I called you Sir, but I let it go. It's all so very new to them. You hand me my beer and tell me that its time for me to mingle with your guests as you kiss me. 

"Yes Sir," I tell you as I walk away.

I sip my beer as I walk up to the cutest guy there (but not as handsome as my Master) and I ask him if he's having a good time. He says that he is and I tell him that it's about to get a whole lot better. I get closer to him and kiss him deeply. His hands are all over me instantly, I can feel them on my ass groping it and pulling me closer to him. Our kiss becomes more heated as his tongue invades my mouth; I kiss him back wanting to please him also. 

His hands slide up the front of my thighs and underneath my leather mini skirt pulling it up as he does it exposes my bare ass and cunt to everyone else in the room. By his reaction I think that he's a bit surprised to find that I'm not wearing any panties. But quickly finds his way to my cunt cupping my now wet hot sex, slipping a finger in between my swollen lips and stroking my clit.

I moan as I feel another set of hands on me from behind touching, caressing exploring my body his hands brushing against my nipples. I'm standing between 2 guys now with their hands all over me, taking turns kissing me. They guide me over the couch undressing me, pulling my top off and exposing my breasts my nipples that are hard nubs now and pushing my leather mini down so it's around my ankles. They remove my skirt as I'm gently pushed down on the couch so I'm on my hands and knees with my hands resting on the arm of the couch.

One of the guys gets in front of me and places is hard cock against my mouth, I start to lick and suck him eagerly. The other guy gets behind me I feel his fingers between my legs feeling how wet I am before he slides his hard cock into my cunt and starts to fuck me. I'm sucking the one guy and getting fucked by the other when the other 2 guys join us. I feel their hands all over me going underneath me to find my nipples and clit and start to pull and pinch them. I whimper and moan around the cock that's in my mouth. 

I'm surrounded by so many mouths, hands and cocks that it could be overwhelming but I know that you are there watching over me so it doesn't get too out of hand so I just relax and enjoy it. They roll me over so I'm on my back now, they all start taking turns licking and sucking my clit and nipples so many mouths on me now making me moan more. One of the guys decides to fuck my cunt, sliding in all at once and fucking me hard. I get another cock in my mouth and start to suck it. 

"Oh you like this, you like getting fucked hard, don't you?," he says as he pounds into my cunt.

I can only moan back at him as my orgasm hits me hard, covering his cock in my juices and running down my thighs. I feel his cock twitch inside me as I'm cumming and he unloads into me. One of the guys says he wants to fuck my ass, so I get on my hands and knees and lean down so my ass and dripping cunt are totally exposed to him for his pleasure. He rubs his cock against my soaked cunt first, I moan as his cock enters my ass and starts to fuck it slowly and then buries his hard cock in my ass over and over.

"Ohhhhh your tight ass feels so good around my cock. You like getting your ass fucked?"

I can only manage to whimper and moan back him as my clit and nipples are being played with again while he fucks my ass.

"I'll take that as a yes," he growls as he strokes into me deeply, his cock fills my ass.

I feel fingers enter my cunt and start to fuck it as he fucks my ass, so I'm so filled up now and getting fucked so well. My swollen hard clit is being pulled and pinched by other fingers and I can't take it anymore. My whole body shudders as another orgasm rips thru my body, my juices running down my thighs. The guy who is fucking my ass pulls out and cums all over my ass and back; I can feel it dripping down. 

They keep putting me in different positions and changing places so they've all fucked my cunt, ass and mouth numerous times and either cum in me or on me. They all get up now knowing that I must be exhausted from all the fucking and cumming so many times. They help me to my feet as I give each of them a soft kiss and tell them that I hope that they had a good time. 

They tell me thanks for the great night that they enjoyed it so much. You walk towards us and come to my side putting your arm around me, pulling me close to you somewhat possessively. You tell them that you're going to go put me in the Jacuzzi tub; you'll be right back to see them out and to help themselves to another drink if they'd like.

You take me back into the master suite and help me into the tub the warm water swirling around my tired, sticky body. It feels so good. You tell me that I'm such a good girl and that you are so proud of me tonight as you kiss me tenderly. You tell me that you have to go see the guys out and to relax that you'll be back in a few minutes. 

My sore body relaxes in the warm water, part of me is glad that tonight is over although it was pretty hot and I did enjoy it. I think that you are relieved that it's over too. You see your friends out; they thank you for sharing me with them and hot it all was. You tell them that you're glad that they enjoyed it, to drive safe and you will see them at work.

You return back to me soaking in the tub and get undressed slipping into the water with me. You carefully and tenderly bathe me your hands so gentle on my sore tired body. You even get out of the tub to get my shampoo and conditioner so you can wash my hair. All the while you keep telling what a good girl I am and how proud you are of me as you kiss me softly. 

When I'm all nice and clean you help me out of the tub and dry me off then put me to bed. You lay down with me holding me till I drift off and then you leave me for a little while to go tidy up a bit and check your email. You come back and crawl in bed with me snuggling up behind me putting your arms around me and pulling me close to you as you place a gentle kiss on my shoulder. You whisper in my ear, "love ya baby."

And almost as if I heard you say that to me I answer you with an "Mmmmmmm" and snuggle back into you more as you fall asleep. 



Dinner Party



As she felt him begin to part her lips Alison pushed back at Simon, forcing his cock to slip easily into the liquid core of her body, lubricated by the cream and chocolate on his cock and the wetness of her intense excitement. She moaned loudly with pleasure as he slid deep inside her, stretching her wide with his thick shaft as he thrust up into her, eager to feel her beautiful body finally surround his after years of wanting her from afar. 

Alison straightened slightly to reach back and put her hands onto the top of the table before letting her weight bear down fully on Simon's upright cock, driving his thick hardness up inside her from a beautiful angle and allowing his rigid cock to curve upwards comfortably deep into her weeping vagina. Mark watched his wife force another man's cock into her body, seeing his thick shaft stretch the tight little hole that he knew so well, the cream and chocolate coating her gorgeous little cunt and rounded arse sensuously as she ground herself down onto him.

Mark's cock was aching for release from the constraints of his clothes so as he licked Ann and pushed his tongue up inside her he undid his trousers and slid down his pants to expose his hot throbbing cock to the cool air. Ann poured more fiery cognac between her legs deliberately letting it run over her swollen clit and inflame her delicate lips before she lay back on the table and begged Mark to lick it off to relieve her clit and sensitive hole from its warming fire. As Mark licked her and thrust his tongue deep inside her seeking every last drop of her heady juice he took his aching angry cock in his hand feeling his own wetness and starting to ease his foreskin backwards and forwards, wanking himself as his pleasure began to overtake him. As he looked up along Ann's body he could see that she and Simon had turned their heads towards each other and were kissing deeply, tasting each other in a frenzy of passion while above Simon's hips Alison was riding his upright cock, his thick shaft piercing her tight little hole and her delicate lips stretching around him with each eager thrust, the cold ice cream coating their joined bodies in an erotic creamy mess.

Knowing that the whole situation was going to make him lose control Mark straightened quickly, pulling his mouth from Ann's wonderful cunt and standing over her writhing body, his engorged and throbbing cock jutting out angrily from his body and pointing out away from his own body up towards Ann and the wet excited folds between her splayed legs. With his cock thrust in the air Mark put his hands on Ann's thighs and pulled her towards him, nudging his cock forward and lining it up with the deep pink cleft nestling between the delicate frame of Ann's neatly trimmed pubes. Watching his own cock Mark saw the blunt rounded head touch the beautiful soft petals of Ann's cunt and begin to probe them, easing her pouting little lips apart as he felt her warmth and wetness start to anoint the sensitive flesh at the very tip of his cock. This excited and hard his cock looked far to big to fit inside her gorgeous tight little pussy but he was too inflamed to care and was determined to drive himself deep into her body to satisfy his lust regardless.

As he looked down intently between her thighs, savouring the view of his wide cock pressing into her tight wet slit he pulled Ann towards him and slowly but very forcefully pushed his cock up into her, thrusting his hard shaft into her body, watching it disappear between the wet swollen lips of her gorgeous cunt as they stretched even wider to cope with the increasing girth along in the middle of his curving shaft. 

Mark buried himself hard in Ann's willing yielding cunt right up to his balls, feeling them press against the cheeks of her rounded arse as he pushed as deep as he possibly could up inside her body, grinding himself against her inflamed clit and rubbing the head of his cock right up against her cervix before pulling himself slowly out to feel the slick wetness of her cunt gripping him and trying to milk his sensitive throbbing shaft. Mark looked up and saw Ann and Simon moaning into each other's mouths, still kissing passionately as they let their dinner partners pleasure their writhing bodies. 

Mark looked beyond them for Alison and watched her riding Simon's cock, sensing and feeling her pleasure as she used his cock to pleasure herself while she rubbed the sticky chocolate and cream mess sensuously over her clit and down onto Simon's bouncing balls. Massaging his balls with one hand she started to smear the chocolate and cream over her own tits, pinches her own nipples hard enough to make herself cry out with the pleasure and pain of her own fingers, 

As he watched she leaned forward again, bending Simon's cock up inside her body and deliberately showing Mark the thick meaty shaft ploughing into her tight little furrow, knowing that it would turn him on to see somebody else fucking her and enjoying his horny wife. 

Mark watched them fucking each other, loving the way the sticky cream and chocolate smeared between their bodies coated Simon's cock and balls and covered her thighs and rounded buttocks as she rode him, plunging up and down on his straining cock, his glistening shaft pumping up into her tight hole stretching her deliciously with each thrust.

He watched intently, fucking Ann and enjoying her beautiful body and her wild abandoned excitement on his swollen cock after secretly wanting her for so long and fantasising about this very moment. At the time seeing Alison's cunt ride his friends cock, eagerly thrusting it up into her sticky little hole as they pleasured each other.

Mark thrust urgently into Ann watching Simon match his thrusts into Alison with Ann's groans of pleasure. As he thrust into Ann Mark watched her tits bounce erotically, leaning down to pinch her nipples and pull them into hard points of pleasure as Simon pumped his hard cock into Alison's yielding cunt, his hips slapping wetly against her beautiful arse.

Alison put her hands out onto Simon's knees to steady herself and began to work herself backwards and forwards frantically on Simon's cock, oblivious to his pleasure just seeking her own, then looking round, her eyes meeting Mark's as he thrust himself into Ann matching her timing and sharing her pleasure, watching her beautiful little tits bounce with her efforts until he know she was going to come, shouting out her passion as her cunt tightened on Simon's cock and she came in a great wave of ecstasy, pleasure flooding from her cunt and sucking a spurting jet of sperm from Simon's cock as her plumping contracting cunt forced him to come deep inside her body, milking his balls in a torrent of pleasure. 

Mark thrust hard into Ann deeper than he thought he could possibly go, making the table creak with each thrust until he joined Alison in the throes of her orgasm, feeling his musky cream spurt deep into Ann's contracting cunt as his cock pulsed in waves pleasure inside her triggering her own release, her orgasm making her sob into Simon's mouth as he emptied himself inside Alison's writhing body.

Ann recovered first and rolled onto her side looking at Mark and smiled as she eased herself off his softening cock. Impishly she slid off the table and picked up a banana before walking around to the other side of the table. Alison too had just about recovered and Ann help steady her as she slipped off Simon's cock then helped her to sit on the edge of the table beside Simon.

As Alison sat on the edge of the table Ann lowered her head and kissed each of Alison's nipples in turn saying "You have beautiful little tits, I would love to suck the craem and chocolate off your nipples".

Alison said nothing but let Ann gently kiss, lick and suck her nipples clean. Ann carried on even after all the cream and chocolate had gone, savouring Alison's gorgeous little breasts and slowly making her nipples harden again, despite her recent orgasm.

Reaching across the table Ann picked up a banana and said to Alison "I would like to have some cream to eat with this banana but all my husband's cream is inside you. Do you mind if I have some?" Alison said nothing but lay back slowly on the on the table and let her thighs fall apart to show Ann her engorged little cleft, her sticky lips swollen apart showing a trickle of creamy sperm running from her tight little hole. 

Alison watched Ann as she slowly peeled the banana and ran it very slowly and deliberately between the pouting lips of her soft little cunt, teasing her clit with the soft cool flesh before resting the tip between the reddened flesh between her legs. As Mark watched the curving fruit as it seemed to slide of its own accord into Alison's body, her lips opening around it lubricated by the creamy wetness inside her. 

Ann slid the banana deeper into Alison's creamy cleft and then pulled it out, now glistening with sperm and the thick cream from Alison's orgasm. She did this a couple of times before pulling it out completely and licking it and taking a small bite from the end. Ann repeated this three or four more times until Alison's hips started thrusting eagerly towards Ann's fingers. Again Ann drew the glistening fruit from Alison's body but this time Alison moaned and said "No, please put it back". 

Ann again licked the sperm and Alison's cream off the banana and slid It back inside Alison's eager body. This time though she also lowered her face between Alison's thighs and started to lick her clit as the banana slid softly between her lips. Alison moaned again with passion as she felt Ann's tongue on her clit then her mouth sucking the banana in and out of her cunt. 

Alison knew she was going to come and grabbed Ann's hair drawing her mouth up to her clit as her sweet little cunt started to squeeze the soft fruit inside her. Ann carried on gently teasing Alison's cunt as her orgasm rolled over her, never quite stopping even though her orgasm had passed but slowly letting the banana slip out of Alison's contracting hole into her mouth, tasting Alison's excitement and Simon's sperm as she swallowed every drop of their combined juices. 

As Alison's orgasm subsided Ann climbed on the table and turned around, now with her back to Mark she straddled Alison's face and continued to lick her cunt, very gently with flat stokes of her tongue avoiding her sensitive clit. Stopping for a moment, she said "I thought you would like to lick Mark's sperm from me now". Mark's cock started to stiffen again immediately she said it. On the other side of the table Simon was standing up looking at his wife's tongue working along Alison's sensitive pussy.

As Mark watched them he saw Alison's tongue reach up and tentatively lick along the length of Ann's deep cleft, hesitantly feeling for her lips and gingerly opening them up with her tongue. Ann sighed and then moaned into Alison's cunt as she found her clit. Mark stood over Alison and looked down at her tongue working into and along Ann's cunt, his hand beginning to stroke his hard shaft as it slowly became fully erect. 

Alison looked up at Mark wanking above her face and reached up to pull Ann's buttocks wide apart showing off her tight little arse and deliberately opening her cunt for him so he could see his own sperm running from the open hole of her glistening sex as her tongue worked deep into her friend's body to taste every last drop of Mark's musky cream. 

As Mark watched he saw his own sperm running from Ann's excited hole down over Alison's tongue into her mouth. He also saw Simon wanking as his wife showed him deep into Alison's body, her tongue seeking out her wetness and the remnants of his sperm deep inside her.

Ann started to grind her cunt into Alison's face and Mark knew she was about to come. Desperate to join in he thrust his hips forward so that his balls rested on Alison's face and the swollen tip of his cock lined up against Ann's tight little arse, probing her tight hole with the weeping excited tip.

The movements of Alison's tongue on her clit meant that Ann was almost at the point of coming, eager to intensify her own pleasure she pushed back onto Mark's hard cock opening her tight hole around the engorged tip of his cock and showing him she wanted it inside her.

Encouraged by her excitement Mark pushed the head of his cock into her tight hole, lubricated by the sperm from his recent orgasm and the cream from her own cunt he slipped slowly into her tight hole. The intense pleasure of her tight hole being stretched by his cock and feeling of Alison's tongue working on her clit and sliding into her cunt made An cry out with pleasure.

As she cried out Mark pushed himself deeper, determined to bury his cock in her arse up to the hilt. As he worked his way into her body he saw Simon push his cock into Ann's mouth, forcing her to suck his cock and taste Alison's cunt on him mixed with his sperm and the chocolate and cream. As Mark's cock pushed deeper Ann moaned on Simon's swollen sex. Almost biting in her pleasure and pain of her tight hole being forced so wide apart.

Pulling his cock from his wife's mouth Simon thrust his cock into Alison's open cunt, entering her without warning and making her scream with unexpected please into Ann's open cunt then sucking hard on her exposed swollen clit as Simon stared to fuck her hard and fast, his excitement obviously building rapidly. 

Mark pushed again and drove himself fully into Ann's tight hole then started to fuck her too. Timing his thrust with Simon's pumping into his wife's cunt. They both know they were going to come quickly, the excitement of the moment overcoming the fact that they had both so recently come.

Simon pulled his cock from Alison's cunt and made his wife suck her juice from his cock again. The sight of Ann sucking her husband's cock covered in Alison's wetness exciting Mark even further and thrust harder into Ann's arse.

Simon felt he was about to come and once again pulled his cock from Ann's mouth and drove it hard into Alison's cunt, thrusting deeply and starting to come almost immediately he felt her tight warmth engulf his aching shaft. Feeling his cock pulse inside her Alison cried out into Ann's cunt and Mark thrust into her arse, coming in time with Simon and he flooded his wife's pussy with more sperm.

Ann's came violently on Alison's mouth and probing tongue, the contractions of her cunt as she came making her anus clench tightly around the tip of Mark cock he spurted into her tight hole milking his cock as it emptied inside her.

The feeling of Simon using her body to release himself, the contractions of Ann's cunt on her tongue and the tightening of Mark's balls in front of her face as he came deep in Ann's arse made Alison's own orgasm inevitable and she joined them in a delicious sobbing peak of intense please as felt her body stimulated beyond anything she had ever felt in the past.



Dinner Party



As the door opened and the servant with his stoic expression stepped aside to allow me entrance, another moved forward to take my coat and wrap. Only the best of service for the elite and well to do.

Escorted to the main hall I followed the stiff backed butler and moved into the first tier of the crowd, greeting and being greeted by those I had met briefly or perhaps only known by reputation or name.

I'm not usually one for social dinner parties, but the firm had insisted that I attend at least two a month through the holiday season. It was all part and parcel with my new promotion, or so I was told. Working for a third generation law firm, it was to be expected, but I loathed these gatherings, never sure what kind of image I was to portray. Tonight I had gone for elegant, and judging by the smiles of approval from some of the gentlemen, and the sneers from their ladies, my choices were on the mark. I had given my word that I would come and there I was, on time, and polished to a soft glow.

I had decided on the black crepe silk with the halter cut bodice. The collar was two inches high and covered in small burnished gold beads, making a lot of jewelry unnecessary, so I had settled on the small amber drop earrings that seemed to compliment the dress and catch the light as they moved. The body was tailored to hug every curve and slit to mid thigh in a daring attempt at sexy. I felt decadent in it, loving the feel of the silk against my skin. So much so that I wore very little underneath. The style of the dress left the shoulders and back bare, so there was really no way to wear a bra, and on a whim I had worn the black thong my sister gave me for my birthday. My only concern was that the delicious brush of silk across my bare ass and nipples would make my enjoyment of it far too apparent for conservative company. Who needed a man when you had unlimited champagne and the sweet caress of a silk evening gown, right? 

Having spent an extra twenty minutes fighting my hair into a sleek french twist, the annoying little escapee's that spiraled golden along my temples and neck made me growl and huff in soft frustration as they fell over one eye. Checking my watch I noted I had at least another two hours to be polite, before I could slip back to my place and have that nice warm bath I promised myself. Mr. Driscol, one of the senior partners, came to my rescue and started the round of introductions, mercifully leaving me to fend for myself after a brief tour of the room. 

I must admit, there was something about moving through the crowd, knowing how little I was wearing, that was exciting to me. It was as though I had some delicious secret and I wore a mischievous smile and almost dared those I spoke to, to guess what it was as I met their eye. After about half an hour of the usual mingling my attention wandered over the crowd. Hearing a rich and definitely male laugh over the din, I searched the faces for the most likely source. Making it a game of sorts to pass the time until dinner was served. 

I felt a warmth move over my exposed back and I turned to meet the most intense, dark brown eyes. His gaze raked over my body in a leisurely assessment that sent my system on a slow burn. I felt my skin ripple as though his eyes caressed its surface and my heart fluttered beneath my breast. One moment. One long, very warm and pleasant moment, we were locked together in some silent connection. Then, he disappeared as though he never existed, blending into the crowd. I blinked and felt myself shudder. Frowning I searches the crowd but there was no sign of him. I could feel my nipples strain against the silk as though anticipating someones touch. 

I had never had such a strong reaction to a man, especially when he hadn't even laid a hand on me. I heard my soft, nervous laughter, though it sounded hollow to my ears. Deciding I needed a drink I caught the arm of one of the roving waiters with a tray full of sparkling something in crystal flutes. Choosing one, I thanked him and moved toward the soft strains of music. Stepping through an archway into a smaller room with a bar and hired piano player, I fell into place near the curve of the baby grand, listening to the conversations around me. 

Lifting the crystal to my lips I caught his gaze again. This time he sat across the room from me. Those dark, sultry eyes staring unblinking in my direction, while an older white haired gentleman talked to him intently. Bolstered by the wine in my hand I sipped the golden liquid and returned his bold stare. 

Some men are just born to wear a tuxedo. Dark hair falling unfashionably long against broad shoulders this man fit that image with an odd sense of rebellion. For some reason that made me smile, as though we shared something in common. A secret that the others were just not privy to. 

His grin was quick and infectious as I felt myself return it, lifting my brows as I sipped my drink. Realizing I was staring I turned my attention back to the conversation around me. Too late to run, I found Mrs. Driscol had joined me and was trying her best to introduce me to one of the younger, conveniently single, lawyers in the firm. Smiling politely I made small talk then excused myself stepping around the end of the piano thinking to find an excuse to introduce myself to the dark eyed man. I drowned my disappointment in the last of my drink as I saw he was no longer there. 

Just as I set the empty glass down I felt another flute of champagne slide over my bare shoulder. Shivering I turned to take it from his fingers with a soft smile, trying to steady the tremor in my voice. 

"Thanks, did I look thirsty?" 

"Mmn more, determined to watch the carnival through a pleasant haze." 

I felt my legs go liquid. The deep timber of his voice made my chest tighten and my mouth go dry. Sipping the wine slowly I decided this evening had far more potential than I first thought. At this rate I might even stay through the boring dinner. If there really was a God, he would seat me at least close enough to watch this man for the next several hours. 

He gave me a sly look, lowering his eyes as though he could hear my thoughts, then casting them up at me at an angle before stepping away. I felt the familiar heat of desire coil in my belly as his fingers brush my hip. No names no pick up lines, this man was unreal. My eyes followed him hungrily and I tried to look casual as I followed him at a distance through the crowd, curious to see if he was with someone. He edged past a few people who greeted him warmly, nodding to them before looking back at me, an unspoken challenge in his eyes. I lifted my brows and followed. What else could I do? This was the most fun I had had in ages. He worked his way through the room to the dining room and slipped past the servants rushing by to make sure the last minute details were under control. 

Mesmerized, I watched with amused fascination as he moved from table to table fingering the name cards till he found what he was looking for. With a soft curious laugh I stepped closer to the door leaning on the frame as he pocketed the card and moved toward another table. Switching the seating to suit him he went back and replaced the missing card and lifted a finger to his lips to signal that I should keep our secret. Laughing softly I nodded wondering just what mischief he was up to. Had he changed the seating so the hosts ex wife was seated next to his current one? Oh..that thought could make dinner ever so interesting. Laughing softly, I turned back to the room. Oh, yes I was staying for dinner. 

I looked for my partner in crime but he had again vanished into the crowd. How a man so blatantly different than those around him could disappear so completely was beyond me. Resigned to wait for the dinner announcement I found a quiet corner to occupy and watch the room. When I felt someone step up behind me I could only hope it was him. As I started to turn I felt his breath against my ear..his voice having the same effect on me it had before. 

He whispered softly, "I hope you wont rat me out." 

I smiled and started to turn when his hands settled at my waist, drawing me back against him preventing the movement. The feel of his hard body pressed against mine from behind was enough to cause my throat to tighten and I heard my words forced out in a soft throaty whisper. 

"Now, why would I do that?" 

"Mmnn why indeed..when I think you will be pleased with the results." "I hope, you will." "Will you?" My heart beat against my ribs like a bird caught in a cage and I could hear the smile in his words. He knew what he was doing to me. I grew warm and moist as my ass rubbed against him. I felt him swell and grow hard as his fingers traced the soft curve of my spine, conveniently left bare by the cut of my dress. 

Sipping my drink to disguise the way my hands were shaking and whet my throat that had now gone dry, I spoke softly. 

"I suppose it depends on who's card you switched and why, doesn't it?" 

His laugh was deep and soft against my ear before I felt his lips touch my bare shoulder. Then the air was cool against my skin as he moved away, gone before I could steady my nerves enough to turn and look. I caught sight of him once more before dinner and he lifted his finger to his lips bidding me to be silent with a wicked grin. I felt my nipples grow taunt and fevered as his eyes moved over my breasts, his smile of approval slow and sensual as he met my eyes once more. 

Mrs. Driscol swept up beside me and I was saved the embarrassment of trying to walk on my own. She drew me along with her toward their table and I watched with quiet amusement as she frowned not finding my name where she thought it should be. No doubt ensconced between she and the young lawyer she felt I should "spend some time getting to know". I looked up toward Mr. Secretive who stood patiently, waiting for me to join him. I apologized to Mrs. Driscol and said it must have been a mix up but that I did not want to hold up dinner. Leaving her in a lite snit, I moved forward toward the cocky smile and casual sense of triumph that seemed to roll off his form. He drew out my chair and introduced me. Glancing back to my intended seat I saw a stunning brunette sit down beside Mrs. Driscol. Obviously not happy about the changes, she glared daggers at me before falling into conversation with the young man to her left. 

Very impressed with his clever tactics I turned and smiled, leaning close to speak under my breath. "My..arent you full of surprises." 

He gave me one of those heart stopping smiles and whispered softly as he held my chair for me. 

"I've yet to truly begin." 

Swallowing a laugh I sipped my water as everyone made small talk. Falling into conversation easily with an older couple at our table, I tried not to glow with the arousal that thrummed beneath my skin. Just as the soup course was cleared away I felt the warmth of his hand slip beneath the slit of my dress. Warm fingers kneading and caressing my thigh, slowly working higher as he laughed and carried on casual conversation. I gripped my fork, eyes shifting toward him, brows lifting, and got only a polite inquiry about my dinner and another wicked smile. His eyes sparkled with enjoyment of the game. I knew I couldn't let him win that easily...and the challenge was set without a word spoken. 

Shifting in my seat I recrossed my legs, capturing his hand between my thighs. Tightening the muscles I squeezed his hand and he arched a brow, head turning toward me in surprise. Smugly I gave him a sensuous smile and sipped my wine. He laughed out loud and nodded; one point in my favor. Pretending some interesting topic he needed to discuss with me quietly, he laid his arm across the back of my chair, fingers playing lazy circles along my bare shoulder. His voice was pitched low and even, and he knew damn well I couldn't hear a word he said with his warm breath on my neck and his lips so close to my temple. The roar of my blood drown his words out completely as it rushed through my body, causing the tips of my breasts to engorge and strain against the silk, the rhythm echoed in a hungry throb between my legs. Vaguely his words sunk into my lust filled mind, whispered so softly I don't know if I heard him or if my body just responded automatically to his words. 

"Part your legs for me. I want to feel you." 

I felt my legs slide apart as his hand moved up to caress the moist silk of my thong. Swiftly drawing it aside I drew a sharp breath as his fingers plunged into me. Slick and hot, I tightened instinctively and heard his soft moan as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. He looked up at me, a new fire burning in his gaze. No longer a challenge but a need, a hunger that both thrilled me and frightened me. His fingers moved inside me, thumb torturing the throbbing bud of my clit as I shuddered and felt the blood rise to my face. Looking toward the other occupants of our table I saw they were blessedly unaware and lost in their own conversations. Closing my eyes I fought the raw desire that burned through my blood. Each movement of his hand forcing me closer to abandon, knowing I couldn't do anything to stop it and could not afford to draw attention to it. Feigning concern his head bent close to mine, voice whispering against my ear. 

"Cum for me. I want to feel you, and know I brought you there." "Don't hold back, just do it, now..cum for me now." 

His words broke my restraint and I felt my body surge and shudder, a soft gasp escaping as my head fell forward, hands braced on the edge of the table. Unable or unwilling to care what the others thought, I slowly became aware of his arm around my shoulders and that I was leaning against him. I heard one of the ladies agree it was dreadfully warm in the room and someone handed me some water. I looked up and he smiled softly at me, holding the glass to my lips as I drank. I didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him, doing neither as my shaking hands took the crystal goblet from him. Muttering soft thanks and apologies to the others I righted myself in my chair and stole a glance at him. He grinned and I knew I had to revenge myself somehow. 

Rejoining the conversation I stayed close to him, his arm around me as though we had been that way all our lives. I waited until he was engrossed in conversation and then caught his eyes. Running my tongue over my lips, I smiled and his words faltered. Knowing I was having the effect I wanted I purposely ate very slowly, eyes locked to his. Soon his face was flushed and he was clearing his throat. When I was sure I had his attention I drew the edge of my glass down my throat letting it trail over my cleavage lightly before setting it down. His eyes followed the path of the glass and I excused myself to the others. Turning to whisper to him softly before standing I said huskily against his ear. 

"I want you inside me..now." 

He sat upright in his chair and I laid a hand on his shoulder smiling softly as I stood and moved toward the corridor. I thought he would wait and perhaps meet me there but before I could get through the door I felt his hand on the small of my back guiding me from the dinning room gently. No sooner had the door closed but he turned, his body pinning me against them. I smiled slow triumph and he arched a brow. Gripping my wrist he turned and looked around almost desperately. I tried to suppress the laugh but it escaped and he growled tugging me down the hallway toward the first door he saw. I found myself in a large butlers pantry, forced against the wall. His thigh pressed between mine lifted me onto my toes as his hands gripped my wrists pinning them to the wall. I could barely breath and the uncontrolled lust in his eyes was reflected in mine. 

He took my mouth roughly. Desire like a demand as his tongue parted my lips. I met his need with my own, heated and urgent as our tongues explored and coaxed the flames higher between us. My hands went to his hair, curling into the dark silken strands. Fingers gripping lightly as I felt him lift me off the floor. His hands moved up over my bare ass, drawing my skirt up around my waist to free my legs. He didn't take the time to remove the thong, forcing it aside as I felt his fingers bury themselves deep inside me for the second time that night. 

Gasping I moaned, head falling back as his mouth moved lower over my throat and down to seize my nipple through the silk. One arm wrapped around the small of my back like steel, the other hand working between my legs till I felt him shudder and moan unable to wait any longer. I reached down between us loosing his pants, drawing him free of them, my fingers encircling his thick shaft as I brought his other hand up to my mouth, suckling my taste from his fingers. His eyes met mine and for a moment I heard his breath catch in his throat. Then he was inside me, no teasing no coaxing, one thrust buried to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back to force him deeper. He laid his head in the crook of my neck and drove into me relentlessly, groaning as I tightened around him in response. My hips bucked wildly to meet his thrusts, hands moving down to his neck, aching to touch his skin but we were both too far gone. Like a raging fire it consumed us and I felt him surge inside me. He cupped my face bringing my eyes level with his and whispered gruffly. "Look at me.." I opened my eyes, trying to focus, my whole being alight and ready to flame. He met my eyes, holding my gaze and I saw his smile broaden as he watched me orgasm. I shuddered, tensing with a soft cry and felt him flood into me with a force that took my breath. Clinging and shuddering he held me so tightly I couldn't breath. The room spiraled as I gave him my weight, still spasming around him tightly. 

He set me on the floor supporting me with his body till my legs would hold me upright again. Leaning down he kissed me slowly, lingering as his hands smoothed my dress back into place. Whispering against my temple his words brought me back from the warm tingly place I was dwelling. 

"The ladies room is two doors down, take a moment to compose yourself. Ill wait in the hall and escort you back, hmm?" 

Nodding I tried to slow my heartbeat and move casually out into the hall. I stepped out and looked around, I suppose afraid we had drawn a crowd. Seeing the hall was empty I stepped down and into the restroom closing the door. I leaned there for a few minutes, closing my eyes. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I moved to the vanity and sat down, looking up at the mirror. I saw my face was flushed, my lipstick gone..but it was my eyes that seemed so different. Leaning close I looked deeper and yes, they seemed more alive. Shaking my head softly I finished "composing myself" as he put it and slipped out into the hall, half expecting him to be gone. 

He was there. One shoulder leaning against the wall as though he alone held its weight. He smiled at me and murmured "beautiful" taking my arm to lead me back to the table. We made no excuses..and no one asked for any. I suppose it was all explained in our eyes. We chatted through dinner and too soon found it was over. The party moved into the other rooms and he stayed close, getting me a cognac as we stood near the piano. He traced my jawline with his fingertip lightly and laughed leaning close to whisper. 

"I don't know if you will believe me, but...I never do this. Ever. There was something about you. I..I don't know how to explain it." 

I smiled and shook my head softly. "Neither do I, but I wont apologize for it. I can't." 

He seemed to like that and nodded softly. I saw that a few others were leaving and looked at my watch. It was pushing midnight and I smiled up at him and said with a bit of regret. "This is where I turn into a pumpkin." 




Dinner Party



"I want to see you again." 

I must have looked surprised because he lifted his brows and laughed softly. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to see him again but all this was so much so soon. My mind couldn't gather up everything I had felt and experienced to express what I wanted to say. Seeing my hesitance his smile faded softly. 

"Mm..maybe I push too hard. 

I reached up and shook my head, laying my fingertips to his lips lightly. 

"You will see me again. I'll make sure of it." 

Smiling I gave him my glass and turned to make my way toward the door. Stopping there I retrieved my coat from the butler and turned to see him standing not far off. 

"How, when you don't even know my name?" He asked. 

I grinned and arched a brow, holding up his place setting card that I so cleverly palmed at dinner. 

He laughed shaking his head and withdrew mine. I winked and said "Look at it again." before turning to slip out the door. 

I could still hear his laughter as he noticed my phone number written inside my place card with the small caption at the bottom. "Your not the only one with quick hands." I drove home in a daze. Went up to my flat and watered my plants..moving to the bathroom for the reward I had promised myself for being good and going to the party. Undressing I sank to my chin into the steamy water, closing my eyes. A slow smile curved my lips upward as I remembered his smile. Oh, yes...he would see me again. If I had to move heaven and earth to make it so.



Dinner Party



My wife was the first woman I'd ever met who enjoyed being spanked. I've always been open to new experiences, so I was more than willing to try anything that promised to, as she put it, "made her got enough to explode". My first few swats brought critical remarks. I'm not sure if it was the advice or the criticism, but it didn't take long for me to get it right. When I quit spanking her, she was dripping and ready. After a little more foreplay, we had amazing sex.

I didn't understand why it did what it did to her, but I accepted it freely. I knew there was a factor of the need to submit, and she acknowledged this. Still, there was something too simple about that explanation that bothered me. So I told her I wanted her to spank me. She said she'd never enjoyed it when she'd tried it in the past. But she tried. The first two times I stopped her after only a few swats. It just stung my ass.

One morning, however, I got out the leather paddle I'd bought her and applied it to her voluptuous bottom. She ignited as usual. But I wanted to play some more before we consummated our act. So we kissed, fondled, stroked and nibbled to great length. I decided I really, that day, wanted a spanking. I asked her to do it. She warmed me up with her hand. It didn't bother me. In fact, I wanted to push my envelope. So I told her to go on. She began with the paddle. I was able to stand it long enough to learn. I pushed my awareness through the pain and found the pleasure. I didn't have to direct or control, just submit. When she stopped, I asked for more. By the time she stopped again, I was ready to come. The act itself was almost an anticlimax.

Flash forward a year. I still didn't like being spanked as much as she did, but I asked for it often enough to remind myself of the effect. She, on the other hand wanted it all the time. We made it a part of our wagers -- on cards, on pool, on nearly every contest or game. We had even devised a paddling board game. But the whole subject was strictly private and intended to remain so.

We had invited another couple over for dinner one night. I had worked with Tom for years before he met and married Tammy. We'd done a lot of things together over the next few years, and we were about as close as friends could be -- at least to a point. When I met Cindy, they welcomed her into the friendship. She fit with them and we continued to have fun. Only now it was better because we were a foursome, instead of me always going home alone.

After dinner we decided to play some cards. We ran through the lists of games that we knew. There were a lot that some of us knew, but only a couple that we all knew. We settled on Hearts. Cindy and I played against Tom and Tammy. The first two games were split. We were drinking as we played and we joked a lot. Lots of good-natured banter back and forth between all of us. I suspect that more people think Cindy is into spanking then she realizes. Her speech, and especially her joking, is frequently scattered with references to spanking or being spanked. Anyway, this night was no exception.

Cindy had been getting hornier as the night went on. Little remarks and gestures told me, and even Tom and Tammy commented on it. When I scolded her for doing something foolish in the game, I threatened her with a spanking. She grinned at me and made a comical face. "Ooh! Promises, promises!" she jeered. I arched an eyebrow at her. When I looked at Tom he was grinning, too. I decided it was time to bring this fetish out of the closet.

I threw my hand down and pulled my wife from her chair. Wrestling her on the floor, I managed to get her into a helpless position on her belly. I gave her a quick ten swats. She squealed and struggled, but I knew she was mostly pretending. Tom cheered me on and Tammy was laughing hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. When I released Cindy, she sprang up red-faced and sputtering. But I noticed that her eyes were dilated. A sure sign of arousal with her. She fought with me a little while, causing our friends to renew their laughter.

Then she turned on them. "So, Blondie," she yelled at Tammy, "You think it's so funny?" Tammy just nodded and tried to catch her breath. Cindy was on her in a flash. They wrestled while Tom and I cheered. The struggle went back and forth, but gradually Cindy gained ground. By the time she got Tammy under her and subdued, Cindy's blouse was without buttons. Her tits were clearly visible under her sheer bra. Tammy was wearing a tee-shirt and a tight pair of shorts. Her shirt was rucked up until her back was almost totally exposed. Her shorts had ridden up so the bottoms of her cheeks were bared.

Cindy gave her a few swats, but it only caused Tammy to laugh harder. That only pissed Cindy off. "Get me the paddle, Dan!" she commanded. I looked at Tom. He seemed surprised, but just shrugged. I went to the bedroom and returned with the red leather paddle. Tammy turned her head just in time to see me hand it to Cindy. She shrieked and pleaded for mercy. Cindy acted as if she hadn't heard. She swatted Tammy once fairly hard. The victim screamed.

Now, I knew that Cindy had learned to like giving spankings as much as I had learned to like giving -- and getting -- them. So I suspected this was turning my wife on a lot. I wondered what our guests were feeling along those lines. Cindy gave Tammy another four or five good swats. She was rewarded with screams and some determined struggling. Tom and I both noticed Cindy's nipples poking at her bra, begging for release. I began to wonder where this would end up. I decided to push things a bit.

"Honey, I think maybe you should be doing this on her bare butt!" I called out. "Yeah!" Tom chimed in. Going me one better, he joined them on the floor and finally managed to pull his wife's shorts past her wide hips and halfway down her thighs. He didn't seem to care that Tammy's panties had gone along with the shorts, but Tammy obviously did. I thought she'd made noise before, but the wailing she set up then was ear shattering. Still, Tom and I laughed and giggled. Cindy giggled along with us.

She waited until everybody settled down. Tammy struggled a while, but resigned herself to the fact that her ass was exposed to us all. Cindy patted it gently with her hand a few times and even caressed it. I wondered if it really registered that she was rubbing another woman's ass. 'Well,' I thought, 'Duh! Of course she does!' But Cindy'd always denied any attraction to other women. My pants seemed to get tighter around the crotch. I figured Tom was feeling the same effect from the show.

Then Cindy swatted Tammy sharply several times with her hand. Tammy gasped but didn't scream. This was different, I thought. Cindy raised the paddle. She brought it down and it SMACKed against the bare flesh. Then was when Tammy screamed. But it wasn't the same sound. When the paddle fell again, as hard or harder, the response was a sharp intake of breath. I couldn't tell then whether I'd imagined it or if she'd raised her ass a little bit right afterward. It seemed she was asking for more. I didn't count, but I know Cindy gave her at least fifty swats before she stopped. Not all at once. They were punctuated with caresses and squeezing. Tammy's screams had faded to whimpers and groans by the time Cindy dropped the paddle.

I had been glancing at Tom's expression every once in a while to gauge how he was reacting to it all. He was very interested. There was a gleam in his eye that could only have been arousal. Then Cindy did something that surprised us all -- even herself. Knowing how she'd be if the roles were reversed, she slipped her hand between Tammy's thighs. Later she told me she'd almost forgotten Tom and I were there. She had gotten so caught up in the excitement she was getting from spanking a woman she wasn't thinking. We watched, fascinated. Cindy's hand went between her thighs and Tammy opened herself, raising up, offering herself. Cindy accepted the offer. Tom and I watched open-mouthed as Cindy stroked and fingered Tammy's dripping pussy. The only sound in the room was Tammy's sighs and Cindy's gasps.

Then Tom stood up. I wasn't sure where he was headed, but I thought I knew. I rose as well and went to Cindy. I pulled her pants down and turned her over my knee. She went gladly. Our position was such that we could see Tom had dropped his own pants. Cindy brought the hand that had been pleasuring Tammy to her own lips and licked the fingers one by one. I picked up the paddle and layed it on to Cindy's ass. I turned her butt bright red as we watched Tom fuck his wife right there on our living room floor.

I was too excited to take the spanking very far. After only 25 swats or so, I turned Cindy over. Gripping her pants by the ankles, I jerked them the rest of the way off. I managed to struggle out of my own pants and plunged my hard cock to the hilt in Cindy's cunt. My attention was divided between watching Tom And Tammy and the pleasure of fucking Cindy. Cindy just watched and groaned. I knew she was totally with me, but she couldn't stop watching. As Tammy's breathing and moaning signaled her approaching orgasm, she reached across the floor. Cindy reached to her and they held hands while they both came. I don't know when or if Tom came, but seeing those two female hands gripping together drove me over the edge. I filled my wife with my come and gradually slowed to a stop.

We were all slightly embarrassed after it was all over. Tammy covered her face with her hands and at first refused to look at us. Cindy wasn't quite as bad, but she kept just shaking her head and looking away from us. We reassured them that it had been one of the sexiest displays we'd ever seen. When I pointed out that Tom and I had gotten as carried away as they had, and were equally exposed, they began to relax. After a few minutes, we were all laughing and giggling like kids. To me, it felt like finding the thing I had most hoped for under the Christmas tree. Like having a new toy.

When we finally managed to get all untangled and wiped off and dressed, Tom said he thought they should be getting home. They turned down all our encouragement to stay. At the door, Cindy gave Tammy a hug. Tammy hugged back. She turned to go but came back after only a step away. She hugged Cindy again, then kissed her on the lips. I could see she was embarrassed, but felt she had to do it. She looked at Cindy a few seconds, then said, "Thank you. And...maybe we can all do this again sometime?"

"Count on it!" Cindy said and squeezed my hand. "Next time, though, maybe we'll have to get the guys' pants down and have them over our knees!" We all laughed at that. But I knew she was serious. I wondered if Tom knew it too. And if he did, I wondered how he felt about the idea. I found out, but that's another story.



Dinner Party



He drove home slowly, glad the day had finally ended. His boss had chewed him up all day and all that Jack could think of was going home and getting in the bed. As he drove through his neighborhood he finally started relaxing, hoping the soreness in his back would go away.

"Damn." Jack silently cursed to himself.

Tonight was Friday, and his wife was giving a dinner party. That meant no early bedtime for him. As he entered his driveway, Jack quietly said a prayer to himself that the night would be a quiet one.

Jack entered the house, thankful that he had no children to aggravate him. Michelle and he had only been married a couple of months, and although children were part of the future, right now they would only damage his career. Besides, he was out of town far too much right now to be a good father.

"As soon as I can nail down a 9 to 5 day," Jack had promised Michelle.

That would probably be in about 2 years the way things were going.

Michelle sat with her back to him in the den, watching TV, it's speakers blaring music from one of the latest MTV rock bands. As Jack passed by the chair Michelle was sitting in, Jack checked to see what she was wearing so as to match to party's mood. He found her sitting there wearing only a slip.

"What time is the party?" Jack said as he passed by, too tired even to stop to admire his wife's beautiful half-naked form.

"Oh, It'll start in about two hours," Michelle replied.

"Good. I think I'll take a little nap," Jack practically whispered.

"OK," Michelle said.

Jack began shedding the oppressive weight of the clothes he had on. Once disrobed he walked into the bathroom naked, stretching as he walked to the sink to get some water. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his nude form.

"Boy, I've really let the ol' body slide".

Jack had been very athletic in college and although he still had a very trim shape, there were the tale-tell signs of love handles trying to form around his waist. He walked back to the bedroom and let himself sink to the bed, laying down naked. He often slept in the nude and with every little shred of clothing feeling like a lead weight, even getting under the covers would be too much to ask. His last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep were the passing thoughts of Michelle lounging in the chair with nothing but that slip on. While the remembrance of that vision was very enticing, he didn't have a chance to entertain them as he popped off to sleep.

His next conscious awareness was that of something velvety smooth rubbing across his chest Jack opened his eyes to find Michelle lightly running her slip over his body. She had taken it off to do so and now sat on the bed beside him completely uncovered.

"Is it time for the party?", Jack asked.

"Yes, but not the one you were expecting." Michelle said in her sexiest voice.

She slowly bent down and kissed him on the mouth, lingering there as the words slowly sunk into Jack's sleep-clouded mind. Michelle looked at Jack.

"So, where should I begin?" she purred to him.

Jack's mind was slowly clearing from the sleep as he tried to sit up.

"No, relax and just lie there, " Michelle insisted as she pressed her hands against his shoulders.

Jack lay back, his body too tired and his brain to cloudy to argue. Michelle and he had always had a good sex life, but it had always been a straight one. Missionary position only. As he lay there however, he felt Michelle's lips slowly gliding down his chest, her tongue running over his paps in little circles. He shuddered and closed his eyes as she did so, the sensations of pleasure shooting through his body like a wildfire.

"Oh, so you liked that, did you?", she purred.

His throat was to dry to voice a reply, but his body shouted the answer to her. She began kissing his chest more forcefully as her hand slowly ran down his body, grasping his growing manhood and rubbing her fingers through his pubic hair.

Jack opened his eyes to look at her. The last bit of sunlight shown through a crack in the blinds, illuminating her red hair in a golden halo. The light glided across her body, showing Jack things he had never bothered to notice before. She was now laying beside him, and as he looked at her he noticed how her skin shown with an inner luminance. His eyes glided down to her nipples, and he noticed how hard they seemed to be. He moved his hand over and began caressing one, and then the other. Michelle arched her chest forward, obviously enjoying the touch. She then turned sideways and slowly began kissing her way down to his waist.

Jack gripped her arm as she did so in order to stop her.

Michelle turned her head toward him and whispered "It's all right. I want to."

Jack released her arm, wondering what had gotten into her. All questions vanished as her mouth touch his now fully erect penis. Jack felt little lightning bolts shoot up his spine, electrifying him into total submission to her will. As her lips slowly slid down his cock, he felt her hot breath rush through his pubic hair causing his scrotum to 'nut up'. Michelle slowly slid her mouth up and down, causing Jack to have small orgasms.

Jack looked and saw that Michelle now had her ass pointed towards him as she licked his manhood like a last meal. He saw for the first time how her pubic hair formed a perfect V that pointed right into her clitoris. He suddenly found himself desiring her clit in his mouth. He grabbed her legs and pulled her over him, spreading her legs wide. He slowly began kissing her, finding her more than willing to accept. Jack ran his tongue through the valley created by her hair, finding Michelle's pussy soaking wet. Her scent was musky like violets after a rain and she tasted sweeter than nectar. Jack began sliding his tongue into her now hot love-tunnel. He felt Michelle begin grinding herself into his face, demanding that he go deeper. He gladly obliged her, letting his tongue stretch as far as it could into her and slowly withdrawing. As he sucked her clit into his mouth he briefly wondered if he had gotten off, for all he could feel was the wonderful sensation of his tongue running across her pussy.

Michelle suddenly pulled herself off him and rolled over on the bed beside him. She then rolled over on top of him and grabbed his cock with her hand. She paused for just a moment as she aimed his cock into her pussy. She looked at him, he looked at her, and their love poured out to each other even though not a word was spoken. She then slid his raging hard-on into her, taking it slowly at first but increasing speed with each thrust. Jack groaned as his manhood entered Michelle, the ecstasy causing him to lose his breath. He grabbed her ass and began helping her grind into him. Michelle began moaning herself, the sounds coming in perfect harmony to his. They let the passion sweep over them, both clutching each other tight as they experienced orgasm together. Michelle fell on top of Jack as they did so, allowing Jack to feel the heat of her body. Their hearts beat rapidly as they tried to catch their breath.

After a minute Michelle rolled onto the bed, allowing Jack to keep his arm around her while she laid her head on his chest.

"So, how did you like my 'party'?", Michelle asked Jack huskily.

"Love, it was the best I've ever been to. I only hope there will be more of them." Jack said. Michelle sat up and looked into Jack's eyes.

"I don't think you'll need to worry about that." Michelle stated with just a hint of a smile on her face as she reached down and began kissing him again.



Dinner Party



Barely two days since his last visit my master called upon me once more; I was getting ready for work when his knock came at the door, as I rushed towards it I felt pleased that I had remembered all his instructions and knew I would please him this time.

"Master."

"Slave."

As I stepped aside to let him in I felt the excitement already building between my legs, shutting the door I dropped to my knees before him in proper obedience. As much as I wanted him already a small part of me persisted in informing me I had a job to go to; but I couldn't displease my master.

"Why are you still dressed slave? Surely you know I expect you to be naked before me."

"Master, I'm sorry but I was on my way to work, I didn't know you were coming."

"Hmm, this is not pleasing slave, but I suppose I can't entirely blame you; which is a pity as I would like to punish you for it." His gaze ran along my prone body "Still I really came to inform you that tonight I will be hosting a dinner party I wish you to attend, don't get ideas above your station slave, you will be the centre piece." 

At his laugh I dared to glance up at him in confusion.

"But for your impertinence I will give you something to go to work with, stand against the wall and spread your legs bitch."

I did as I was told and felt his hands slide under my skirt pushing it up over my hips, hooking his fingers under my panties he pulled them down my thighs and left them there. My pussy was by this time wet and aching to feel him inside me, yet I knew that wasn't going to happen, so it was to my surprise when I felt him rub his cock along my wet crevice. My moaning was quickly silenced by his hand over my mouth, pressing his body against mine he whispered in my ear,

"This isn't for your enjoyment so I don't want to hear it; this is your punishment."

The fear this comment inspired sent my juices flowing down his hard shaft but remembering his admonition I bit my lip in order to make no sound. His cock was moved between my ass cheeks, my own juices making it slippy; his hands grabbed my ass and pushed it tightly around his cock as he began thrusting. The feel of his hardness rubbing me and yet not entering me was making it incredibly difficult to not make a sound; I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me. Suddenly he pulled away from me and grabbed my hips pulling me towards him, but instead of thrusting into me as I so desperately wanted; looking down I saw that he was spilling his spunk into my panties. As I groaned in frustration he slapped my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes, pulling my wet panties up he said;

"Now slave I told you I didn't want to hear you so now you have a sore ass as well as a wet pussy. For today you will go to work with the knowledge that my spunk is rubbing all over your undeserving cunt, make sure you don't clean yourself up until you get home. I will pick you up at seven, make sure you are ready."

With that he pulled his pants up and left me, the scent and feel of his seed between my legs the only thing that remained. My entire body felt wound tight with my desire for release and the touch of my master, yet as I glanced at the clock I realized I had to leave. Could I really go to the office smelling of my sex and his, yet did I dare to wash and change? I did not, so with much trepidation I left.

As I walked in I felt sure that everyone's eyes were upon me, walking past the desks of my colleagues I was sure I could see their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent I was carrying, guessing my inner secret. I was humiliated, they all surely knew...and yet this new torture was just as exciting as any other my master had devised for me, I really was a slut. That this degrading and humiliating experience was turning me on only proved it, I wanted to rip off my clothes and beg them to fuck me; but the knowledge that I belonged to my master prevented me. I quickly found my own desk and stayed behind it all day, not daring to move; though the thoughts of the dinner party later would not stop racing in my mind. What did he mean by centre piece, would there be other people there? Surely there must be, dinner party suggested guests did it not?

When finally the time to go home came I was a nervous wreak, yet my nerves were battling with my excited curiosity at what would be happening later, I barely noticed the journey home. Upon arriving home I immediately ran a bath and washed myself thoroughly, shaving everywhere including my pussy even though I had done it that morning, my nerves were quickly being replaced by a desire to please. Stepping from the water steam was rising from my body; I tingled all over whether from the scrubbing or my suppressed desire I couldn't tell. My make up was applied with more care than I had ever taken, every lash coated with mascara and lips made plump with the slutty red I had chosen; my clothes however were a problem. What should I wear? My master had not told me what was appropriate, but the thought of waiting to ask him did not appeal; he had told me to be ready. I eventually decided on a black dress and stockings, my breasts were still firm enough not to need much support and I doubted that I would be needing panties. Still as I waited for him to arrive I was apprehensive about my attire, what if it wasn't what he wanted?

An eternity later his knock came at the door, opening it I immediately went to my knees and waited for his judgement.

"Stand for me slave let me see you."

I rose to my feet keeping my eyes downcast, I felt his hands roaming my body; cupping my breasts and my ass then reaching under my dress to feel my pussy, his pleased utterance assured me that I had at least passed this test. He lifted my head so I could meet his gaze and I could not help but smile in response to the pleasure in his eyes.

"Slave you are learning well, I am pleased. But this is by far not the only thing you must do to please me this evening, I expect your complete obedience tonight I know it's a little early to be introducing you to friends but I believe you want to please me."

"I do master, more than anything."

"Good, follow me slave."

After a short drive we arrived at his house, entering he took me into the dining room where the meal was presumably to take place, yet there were no places laid at the table, in fact it wasn't exactly a table designed for eating. My mouth must have dropped open because he suddenly laughed;

"I see you have an idea about what is in store for you slave."

I could only nod dumbly; before me was a table with manacles at each corner, I did suddenly have an idea about what would be happening tonight and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Before I could say or do anything however, my master had grabbed my dress and torn it from my body leaving me standing naked before him, already my heart was racing and my body quivering. As he brought his lips to mine in a delicious kiss I truly thought I'd never experienced a more perfect moment, as he began to kiss my neck with such gentle caresses of his tongue I felt my knees weaken. Picking me up in his arms his teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck, moaning in pleasure my head rolled back exposing my neck further to him in some kind of animal submission.

Gently he laid me on the table and took my wrist encasing it within cold metal; quickly he proceeded to bind my other limbs until I was completely immobile upon the parody of a dining table. 

"Open your eyes" my master said in such a gentle voice, but it was still his voice and so I obeyed. He stood beside me gazing into my eyes there was tenderness there that I had not seen before; but far from making him less imposing it bound my heart more securely to him.

As his fingers trailed down my body I strained against my bonds to bring myself closer to his touch but to no avail I could not move at all, it seemed this prison had been tailored to me, leaving no room for adjustment. My pussy was already leaking its juices over the table beneath me, making my ass cheeks wet; as I wriggled my hips I slid the moisture further under me.

"Hmm, we can't have that slave." He said as he pinched my nipple making it sting and tighten, "You promised to obey me tonight and your first instruction is that you stay perfectly still, I would like for you to enjoy this experience also but I will not hesitate to punish you if you should embarrass me this evening. Do I make myself clear bitch?"

I forced myself to stop all movement, even though my masters fingers were now between my legs barely touching my swollen clit; as I replied

"Yes master, I will do my utmost to do as you bid me master"

He smiled at me as he pushed his fingers into my soaking cunt, although I managed to keep my body still I could not stop the whimpering scream from escaping my lips, I was torn between pleasure and pain at this rough intrusion. But of course this has always been the case in dealing with my master and the pleasure I get is often derived from the pain he gives me. As he lent over me once more kissing my lips I moaned into his mouth as his tongue roughly probed my own, it was taking every ounce of concentration to stop myself from trying to push myself deeper on to his fingers. Standing he removed himself from all contact with me, and I like the pathetic creature that I am cried out in desolation.

"This will not do slave, I realize that you have kept still for me but I need for you to remain silent as well; still for this first time I will help you. Now open your mouth."

As soon as I had, a gag was put in it; to add further to my chagrin a blindfold was placed over my eyes, with my senses restricted in this manner my body was suddenly heightened in all sensation. I could actually feel my master moving around the table, around my bound body; then he was gone and I lay alone unable to move or see. I don't know how long I waited for something to happen but I was aware of my own arousal in a way I had never before experienced.

Almost as though I was experiencing myself from a distance, I could feel my heart and its fluttery beating, the blood rushing around my body, the sound of it loud in my ears. Every part of my skin felt electric, all the tiny hairs stood on end; my nipples were tight and hard with arousal but this was all eclipsed by the constant pulse I felt in my pussy, each throb creating more of my juices the scent of which had reached me and the smell of my own sex was driving me to further heights. 

Apparently I had been so absorbed in myself that I had missed the guests arriving, suddenly there were voices in the room.

"Well Mark you have found yourself a fine specimen haven't you." This voice was deep and resonant, "Fluffy, you know where the kitchen is don't just stand there."

"Yes master."

Why I was shocked that the second guest was a woman I don't know, but I was far more shocked at the fact she was a slave such as I was, before I could muse too much upon this she apparently returned from the kitchen and began placing things on my body. Whatever it was it was cold and I felt goose bumps breakout immediately, she came back several times until I was covered in what I could only assume was food. Then they began to eat, and chat in a perfectly normal fashion about their day and their plans for the week, far from turning me off this just further aggravated my already uncontrollable desire. Every time one of them picked up something from my body it caused shocks like vaults of electric passing through me and straight to my pussy. "Fluffy, you may clear the table now."

After removing any food stuffs that were left, she began to lick my body, had the gag not prevented me I would have screamed out in ecstasy, every touch of her tongue was like molten fire leaving trails of fiery ice in its wake. Although I tried my hardest to stay still there was now a trembling running through me that I could not control, as her mouth moved upwards my blindfold was removed and I saw this other slave. She was older than me by a decade or so yet she was certainly an attractive woman; she was as naked as I was except for a gold collar on her neck, it actually had a name tag. However, before I could determine what it said (though I'm sure it was Fluffy) she lifted her body so that I saw her large breasts swaying with her movement and brought her blue gaze close to mine. Looking at her master and seeing his nod she removed the gag from my mouth, she kissed me deeply, her tongue darting inside my mouth. I who had never even thought of being with a woman reacted without thinking and kissed her back just as passionately my moans of pleasure audible even through this, I knew what my master had said but I was now in a frenzy, sensory deprivation combined with being bound and naked before these strangers had me as horny as I could ever remember being.

"Enough Fluffy;" when she didn't respond I heard the smack of flesh on flesh, she whimpered into my mouth yet remained where she was, "Damn you bitch, you will do as you're told." Grabbing her hair he pulled her roughly from me and onto his lap where he proceeded to smack her ass, I believe I was the only one to see her smile.

"Jeff, slaves will be slaves you know. That's why they need masters." My own master said with a laugh in his voice, smiling at me he asked, "Did you enjoy your first taste of a woman my pet? Would you like to taste more?"

"I would master." This breathless reply caused him to smile further and my heart settled into a more regular rhythm as I had been unsure if this was the correct reply.

"Jeff, do you mind? You know yourself how important it is to socialize a bitch early."

This comment confused me yet obviously had meaning to this man as he laughed and instructed Fluffy to give me a further taste, instead of kissing me as I had been expecting she moved behind my head and climbed onto the table, for a moment her full, heavy breasts dangled just above my waiting mouth, she brushed the nipples across my lips but before I could react she had moved. Kneeling above me, her glistening pussy was fully visible to me, a ripple of unease washed over me; what was I expected to do, kissing a woman was one thing...

My mouth still closed she rubbed herself over my mouth, the smell of her sex was intoxicating and almost without thinking I probed her with my tongue, her moans of pleasure combined with her grinding movements onto my mouth assured me that I was doing something right. The masters' laughter was like a tiny buzz in the background as I continued, her juices flowing over my face, before long I felt her begin to shake; an orgasm? I didn't find out as she was jerked roughly away, with her no longer blocking my sight I could see that both masters were standing beside the table with their cocks out, I turned my head to my master imploring him with my gaze but he shook his head as he said; "Not with that mess all over you, Jeff?"

"Of course you're right Mark, why should you be expected to touch that." So saying he grabbed Fluffy's hair and pulled off the length of his cock, which she had been masterfully swallowing; pointing to my face he said, "You'd better clean up your mess bitch, my friend does not appreciate having his property messed up.

Climbing onto the table once more she lay on top of me, her breasts pressing deliciously into my own, her knee between my legs pressed and rubbed against my clit and in my excitement I felt close to climax, but I couldn't, not without permission. As she began to lick her own juices from my face I could feel the orgasm building and there was no way I would be able to stop it, my breathing became quicker and my moaning gasps louder. As my climax exploded over me, my juices flowing over her leg her smug smile informed me that this was what she had intended. Shame flooded me and I felt the heat rising to my face; I had defied my master. 

He pushed her off me and she landed heavily on the floor, quickly she crawled to her masters feet and away from his wrath;

"Although I know that was not entirely your fault I do expect my wishes to be obeyed bitch." With that he leant over and bit my nipple, being already sensitive the pain from this was intense and my scream brought a delighted sound from my master and a laugh from his guest.

Uncuffing my wrists he grabbed my hair and yanked me up and across towards his hard cock, as I willingly opened my mouth he rammed it all in choking me, grabbing both my breasts he squeezed them hard as he used them to pull me up and down his shaft. With quick violent thrusts, each one of which made me gag cataclysmically; his cock was soon throbbing deep within my mouth but just as I was about to gratefully take his spunk he pulled out and came over my face. Using his grip on my sore breasts to pull me forward he rubbed his softening cock all over my face, smearing his cum over my lips and cheeks.

Another hand in my hair pulled me backwards towards the other side of the table, my breasts tore from my masters grip his fingers marks red on the smooth white flesh. Turning I saw this other man with Fluffy at his cock, she moved her head and grasped him, pumping his hardness vigorously towards my face, suddenly he thrust forward his warm cum splattering my already drenched face. I could feel it running down my cheek as she came close to me and licked it up, pressing her lips to mine she forced her cum covered tongue into my mouth, tasting the musky, salty substance I was once more delirious with desire I reached out to cup her breast, finding the nipple I rolled it between my fingers.

"Seems like both our bitches are in heat tonight eh Mark? How about we put yours out of her misery, I brought Fluffy's bone." He said with a smirk in his voice.

Although I couldn't see, I could feel her being handled and also the fact that my legs were being uncuffed, I was roughly grabbed and turned onto my front and my legs once immobilized. As I was grasped by my hips and pulled up onto my knees I saw that she was now standing and wearing a strap on, attached to it was the biggest dildo I had ever seen, this was not what I had been hoping for; but by then I was ready to beg for something to fuck me. Coming up behind me she placed the tip of it against my pussy, when I would have impaled myself on it my master grabbed my hair and forced my mouth onto his cock which was hard once again. As he filled my mouth she rammed the dildo into my pussy, I was stretched beyond imagining and my scream was not muffled even by my masters hard cock. She leant over me and reached for my breasts, digging her nails into my tender flesh, all the while fucking me, pushing the dildo into me right up to the hilt; each thrust making me scream and allowing my master to push himself further into my throat.

When my master withdrew she did also, leaving me sore yet unsatisfied; she came around to face me and kissed me tenderly stroking my cheek.

"You are lovely, I hope your master isn't too harsh with you." Were the words she spoke to me.

Her master shook hands with mine before coming and clipping a gold chain to her collar, giving it a quick yank he led her away smiling happily; my master left with them. Where had they gone, I felt so frustrated that I began to cry all I wanted was to please my master and now with her comment and his leaving I was unsure as to what was to come next. I ached with need for his touch; I no longer even remembered a time when I didn't need him, so that when he returned to me my tears turned into relieved weeping.

"Please master..." my tears stopped me from saying any more. But I need not have been concerned, my master has always known what it is that I need.

"Sssh; its ok my pet, you have done well and I am pleased." His caress was gentle as he ran his hand down my back and released my shaking legs, turning towards him I felt such total joy at his words I knew that I now belonged to him body and soul. 




Dinner Party



Dayle came back from the bathroom to find that someone had taken her seat. It was a dinner party; places were assigned to the dozen or so guests. How could someone not know it was her seat? 

Jared looked up from his plate as she approached the table. "What's wrong?" he asked. 

She gestured toward the chair beside him. "You didn't tell her I was sitting there? What am I supposed to do, stand?" 

The woman who had taken her seat looked at her, rolled her eyes, and turned away. Jared smiled. "You can stand right here next to me," he said. 

"But." 

He took her hand and pulled her closer, close enough that they were touching. "Stand right here," he repeated. 

Dayle looked down the long rectangular table. She and Jared had been sitting at one end. No one looked back, although they must have heard her complain about losing her seat. Everyone continued eating and chatting with the people sitting near them. "Jared, there's an empty seat-" she began. 

Jared let go of her hand and put his arm around her. His hand slid to her ass. "You don't want to sit down," he said. 

Dayle tried to step away, but Jared grasped her arm with his other hand. "What are you doing?" Dayle asked in a whisper. "People will see!" 

"No one's looking." Jared gestured down the table. Everyone's head was bent to their plates. "No one will see a thing." 

He rubbed her ass and Dayle stifled a moan. He knew that drove her wild. How could he do this to her with all these people here, at a dinner party thrown by his boss? "Jared." 

"Shh. If you don't want them to look, be quiet," he whispered. He moved his hand down the back of her leg, then up under her skirt. "Relax, Dayle. No one's looking. Just be quiet." 

Dayle caught her breath as Jared's hand crept up her leg to her pantyless pussy. Why had she let him talk her into going commando tonight, of all nights? She had found the idea exciting; a secret between her and him. Of course it would have led to sex later, probably in Jared's car in some secluded place on the way home. Jared loved the thought of being caught. But Dayle had never expected that he would try something in front of other people. 

Jared's straying fingers brushed Dayle's clit and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Still none of the other guests looked away from their plate. Or did they? Dayle was sure that Jared's boss glanced at her, but with a slight smile he bent back to his plate so quickly that she couldn't be sure. 

Jared's finger began the pressure and motion on her clit that always made Dayle cum. With a gasp, Dayle gripped the back of Jared's chair to steady herself. "Are you enjoying this?" Jared whispered. 

"You- stop, please," Dayle gasped. "Jared, I." 

"You're going to cum," Jared said. "And I want you to. Cum for me, Dayle." 

And as always when Jared gave that command, Dayle felt the orgasm grip her body. In private, she sometimes screamed at this point. Here, surrounded by people, all she could do was hold the chair more tightly and breathe heavily as she came. 

When Dayle opened her eyes, she thought she saw a few of the guests staring at her, but they looked away quickly. "Good girl, Dayle," Jared said, his voice low. "You came so hard. You love this, don't you. You know these people can see you, and you love it." 

"No, I don't." Did she? Dayle didn't like having people look at her usually, but it was a turn-on to know that people were there, that they could see what was happening. That some of them had seen; she was almost positive that eyes had been on her during her orgasm. 

Jared chuckled, making no attempt any longer to keep his voice down. Still none of the guests seemed to notice, but Dayle thought she saw a few quick glances toward them. "Yes, you do. You want to be watched, don't you, babe? You want to show these people how much you love to cum." He thrust his fingers into her soaked pussy. "Look how wet you are, babe. This is making you so hot you can't stand it." He pulled his hand out from under her skirt, making Dayle moan in frustration, and licked her juices from her fingers. "Mmm. You taste wonderful, babe. So wet. Do you want more?" 

"More?" 

Before Dayle had time to figure out what Jared meant, he unzipped his pants. He, too, had foregone underwear, and his cock bobbed free of its constraint. "Lift your skirt and have a seat," he instructed. 

No. That was going too far. There would be no way to hide what they were doing from the other guests. But did Dayle really care? They'd already seen her cum on Jared's hand. Let them see her fucking him. Before she could lose her nerve, Dayle followed Jared's instructions, lifting her skirt above her hips and lowering herself slowly onto Jared's hard, long cock. As she settled onto his lap, facing away from him, she let out a moan. 

This time, the others made no attempt to hide their gazes. Every pair of eyes at the table turned to Dayle and Jared. Dayle was beyond caring as Jared's hands on her hips moved her up and down on his cock. "Look at them all, Dayle," he murmured into her ear. "Look at them watching us fuck." One hand came up and tweaked her nipple through her thin shirt. "They're jealous of you, babe. Jealous that your wet pussy is being fucked by my thick cock. Jealous that you're loving being fucked. And they're getting horny watching you enjoy yourself. You're turning them all on." 

Dayle looked down the table, meeting the eyes of each of the guests. Each pair of eyes held a mix of jealousy and lust. In response, Dayle rode Jared harder, fucking him more forcefully until he moaned in pleasure. "That's it, babe," he said. "Fuck me with that hot pussy. You want to cum again, don't you?" 

"Yesss," Dayle gasped. She was on the brink. "Do you want me to cum on your hard cock, Jared?" 

"Hell, yes! Cum for me, Dayle. Cum for them. Let everyone see how much you love fucking me." 

This time, as her orgasm ripped through her, Dayle gripped the edge of the table and screamed. Several of the dinner guests burst into applause. Dayle felt Jared's cock tighten and twitch inside her. "That's it, babe," she said. "Fill my pussy with your hot cum." 

Jared let out a long, low moan as Dayle felt his cum shoot into her. "Fuck, that was incredible, Dayle," Jared said. "What do you think? Did you like your little surprise?" 

Dayle surveyed the table, the looks on the faces of the dinner guests, and nodded. "Yes, I liked it." She reluctantly lifted herself off Jared's cock and turned to kiss him. "When can we do it again?"



Dinner Party



After seeing the last of our guests to the door I begin to make my way back to the table where you're still sitting, your tie now removed and sitting on the table, the top button of your shirt undone. I stand there and look at you for a moment, you notice me and look up, smiling. I begin to start tidying the evidence of our dinner party from the table. I hear you put some music on, soft, gentle music, and feel you lightly take hold of my hand. I forget all about tidying up as you pull me towards you, pulling me close into you, swaying to the music.

By body settles comfortably against yours into a position that gives us the most contact between our bodies. We stay there in a comfortable silence, just dancing with each other. You take my hand and spin me around, giving you the opportunity to look at me, noticing a new appreciation for my dress. Noticing how the material is fitted around my waist, how it flicks out around my legs as I spin, and especially the tautness around my chest. I can see your eyes tracing their way down the neckline, from the top of my shoulders down over my breasts and back up to my lips. I notice a hunger in your eyes I didn't see before.

As I spin back into you I feel your hand on the small of my back pulling me tight into you. Your lips press against mine, softly at first, light, playful, exciting, then with a hunger, a desire, a passion. My hands run up your back, over your neck to the sides of your head. My fingers entwined in your hair as I pull you deeper into our kiss. I want you. More than anything, I want you.

We don't break our kiss, instead it just gets more passionate and I feel your hands just above my knees grasping at the material of my dress. The soft satin material smoothes its way up my legs, being pulled further over my thighs until it is sitting almost around my waist. Your hands scoop under my bum, resting on my inner thighs from behind you pull me up, wrapping my legs around you, our kiss still unbroken.

We make our way from the dining room to the bedroom, but we don't even make it to the bed. Once in the room, you turn to close the door, and then push my back against the door. It feels cold against my back. Only then do our lips part and yours begin to trace their way down, over my neck and then following that neckline you earlier traced with your eyes, this time with your lips until you reach the V at the bottom, perfectly positioned between my breasts. You can see my erect nipples through the thin material of my dress and for the first time you realise that I'm not wearing a bra and between to gently bite them through the material. I groan as your teeth scrape gently over my nipples, feeling them get harder under your touch, making me want you even more than I already did, more than I thought was possible. Moving back up, our lips meet again, your hands roaming down my back and over my bum, mine holding your face. Your lips take a tour of my cheek, nibbling my neck and earlobe, kissing your cheek I bring your mouth back to mine. With each hungry, wet, probing kiss, our breathing gets heavier, our slight moans more audible, and our desire stronger.

Your hands continue to roam around my lower back and bum, one moving under the front of my dress feeling my wet I am, surprised to find I'm not wearing any underwear at all. My body tenses, then relaxes to your touch as you start to rub me gently. I unwrap my legs from your waist and slightly push you away. At first you think I've changed my mind, but seeing the look in my eyes you realise it's just the opposite. I place my hands one on either shoulder and gently guide you backwards towards the bed. Sitting you down, I lean in and whisper in your ear, telling you to stay right where you are.

Smiling, I take a few steps away from you, I can see the confusion in your face, but I just keep smiling at you. My hands start to caress over my body, down my neck, over my breasts, down my sides, resting on my hips, gently swaying as I watch the confusion disappear. I can see the bulge in your trousers, assuring me that you're enjoying yourself as much as I am. I know you want me to take off my dress, but I continue to tease you, caressing my body while just out of reach so you can't. I walk towards you and spin around, asking you to unzip my dress. I step away again, moving just out of reach. With my back still towards you I let the dress fall from my shoulders, slowly sliding down my body revealing more of my back then letting it fall to the floor completely. 

I turn around to face you, stepping out of my dress which is now pooled on the floor I walk towards you. Kneeling on the floor in front of you I start to unbuckle your belt, looking up at you the whole time. I slowly pull your trousers down, taking your boxers with them. Your now free cock springs up to meet my mouth, kissing my way up your shaft I run the tip of my tongue around the head of your cock before closing my lips around it. Your moans tell me I'm doing just the right thing as I slide my lips down your shaft. Moments later I feel your hands on the back of my head as you push my head down, forcing your cock deeper into my mouth, I just open my mouth and poke out my tongue, taking you as deep into my mouth as I can. I can feel your balls against my chin, your entire cock in my mouth. Your moans let me know that you're getting close to cumming, and soon I feel your hot cum shooting deep into my mouth and down my throat. I gag just slightly as I try to swallow your cum. You release your hands from my head, gently sucking your cock I let it pop from my mouth.

Standing up, you pull me with you and lay me back on the bed, spreading my legs apart slightly. You pull off your shirt so that you too are as naked as I am. I'm so turned on and hungry for your touch, but you're just teasing me, making me wait. "Please, I want to feel your tongue, your mouth on my pussy" I beg, breaking the silence that neither of us had noticed. I hear you moan, knowing you're getting turned on by teasing me. "Oh I'm going to give you what you want, I'm gong to spread your pussy lips apart and taste you. I'm going to lick and suck on your clit then fuck you with my tongue, and then my fingers but I want you to really want me". My back arches as the desire in me builds just hearing your words. I want to feel you doing just that. I want to feel your tongue spreading my pussy lips apart then delving deeper into my pussy.

I didn't have to wait too much longer before I felt you begin to touch me, with your thumb at first, spreading my lips apart and running up and down the entire length of my pussy, feeling just how wet I am. Drawing my wetness up to my clit you begin to tease it, circling it briefly then pushing your middle finger deep into my pussy. I gasp, not expecting it so soon, moaning louder as I feel your tongue rest on my clit, your finger sliding in and out of my pussy. Your tongue tracing the curves of my lips, finding my clit once again, making me groan in pleasure. I can feel my orgasm building inside of me, getting closer and closer, my moans getting louder and louder. You push a second finger deep into my pussy, joining the first, thrusting them faster, sucking my clit harder, my back arching as I start to cum around your fingers, my hands clenching the duvet, riding out my orgasm as you continue to suck my clit and finger fuck my pussy. 

As my orgasm subsides, you slide your fingers out of my pussy and towards your lips, tasting my wetness again. Giving me little time to recover, you begin to kiss your way up my body once again reaching my lips. I can taste myself on your lips and it only turns me on more. Reaching down I take hold of your cock wanting to get you hard again but find that you're already totally hard and ready for me. "Are you ready to fuck me hard just like I want you to?" I ask, and you just smile at me. Smiling back I guide you towards my pussy and you thrust all the way in to my hot, wet cunt, no build up, no going slow, just deep until you're buried to the hilt inside me. Holding yourself up between my legs, you take a hold of them and pull them up so that they're resting against your chest, my ankles on your shoulders. Your cock pulls almost out of me and then comes back down hard and fast, your whole body pressing into me, pushing deep into me. My moans let you know that I like the long deep plunges as much as you do, building up a steady pace you begin to really fuck me hard. 

My fingers reach down and find my clit as you fuck me hard and fast, my breathing getting faster as I get closer to another orgasm. Drawing it out for as long as I can I begin to cum around your cock, my back arching, pulling you down and kissing you as waves of pleasure sweep from head to toe in a mind numbingly intense orgasm. You can feel the cum building up and know that you're close now too, but you don't want to cum inside me so pull out. Moving up my body you straddle across my upper stomach area. My hand wraps around your cock taking a firm grip as it slides up and down the entire length, stroking faster as you get closer. Your hips thrust forward into my grip, faster and faster, building up a perfect rhythm until you explode both inside and out. The first shot lands between my breasts, the second shoots further landing on my face, and then a third landing over my breasts again. I lean up on my elbows and lift my head, taking your cock into my mouth sucking out every last drop. Breathless, we both fall back on to the bed gasping for air. After a few minutes, once we've regained our breath, I move up and lie on my side beside you. Taking the hint you too lay on your side close behind me. Your arms wrap around me, pulling me close into you. Comfortable in the silence we both fall into a content sleep, exhausted by an evening of entertaining and an eventful night afterwards.



Dinner Party



The dinner party was winding down. Almost everyone had left. Chris, the lone remaining guest been helping out in the kitchen, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. Chris was a work acquaintance of my wife Judy. Judy had excused herself and gone to the restroom while Chris and I tended to the kitchen. As I cleared the table, I noted there was a little wine left in the bottle and asked Chris if he'd like a little more. He shrugged "sure, why not."

After we finished the last of the dishes, we moved from the kitchen to the living room. He and I both sat down on the couch. I had never met him before tonight, but Judy had mentioned him a number of times. Meeting him tonight, I now understood why. He was a handsome man with slightly olive skin, maybe Italian or Greek. He was very slim and tall with dark brown hair, probably in his mid thirties. I imagined that he caught the eye of many women. I asked him about his job – casual stuff, how he liked it, how long he'd been there, that sort of thing. He was easy to talk to - confident, yet not cocky. He was one of those people who you immediately liked. 

Judy walked back into the room and walked toward us. She was wearing a short pleated skirt that accentuated her long legs. Judy was in her forties, but looked ten years younger. She carried herself in a way that turned heads. She also had a great personality that almost every guy who met her loved. I always enjoyed the way other men flirted with her – I suppose it fed my ego to think that other men wanted what I had.

She came over and sat between us on the couch. As she sat down, her skirt slipped slightly up her thigh. It was enough to be sexy, but not too overt. We talked about some of the departed guest, mostly work acquaintances of Judy and Chris. My eyes strayed to Judy's sexy legs fairly frequently during the conversation. I noticed that Chris' did as well. She was aware of the distraction to both of us. She looked at Chris for a moment, turned her head and looked at me. She continued looking at me, slowly moving her tongue across her lips and smiling. I got a little excited, hoping Chris would be gone soon and we would be alone. 

She nonchalantly slid her hand around mine and gently moved it over until it was slightly touching her leg. I ran my fingers across her thigh a little below the hem of her skirt, hoping to not be too obvious – she purred like a kitten. I was a little surprised that she had done this in front of Chris, but not as surprised by what she did next. She gently picked up Chris' hand and place it on her other thigh, never taking her eyes off of mine. She was watching to see my expression, as if to ask "was this ok?" I simply smiled. She laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.

I looked over at Chris – he had that same questioning look on his face. I smiled and shrugged. I gently ran my fingers up and down her thigh, moving further up and more to the inner thigh. I slid her skirt up slightly. With each cycle, I moved closer her pussy and I could feel her warmth. Chris was doing exactly the same on the other side. I could feel her tremble each time one of us would get close. Watching his fingers slide up Judy's thigh and disappear under her skirt was an absolute turn on to me. I could feel my cock getting harder with each second. 

I slipped her skirt up far enough to expose her black lace panties. I slowly ran my fingers over her pussy through the panties – she started to moan. Chris immediately followed suit. With my other hand I gently traced the curve of her bra from her shoulder down to her nipple. I circled her nipple slowly with a slight flicking motion. As I looked down, I could see Chris sliding her panties to the side and slipping his finger into to her wet pussy. He slid in easily - I could tell she was very wet. She shuttered, tensed and let out a whimper followed by a soft moan. 

I began running my finger in a circular motion around her clit, meanwhile Chris was sliding his finger in and out. I could hear her moisture which each stroke of his finger. With my other hand I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down, exposing her breast. I put my mouth on her nipple and alternated between sucking and flicking her hard nipple with my tongue. Her breathing was becoming more rapid and her body tensing. I looked down to see that Chris now had two fingers in her and was fucking her harder. As she breathed harder and faster she started saying "oh yes, fuck me, yes fuck me". She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth tightly onto her breast as she started to tremble and shake. She screamed as she had a violent orgasm. 

As she lay there catching her breath, I noticed that she was running her fingers over Chris' crotch. He began moving his pelvis to meet her hand. She squeezed his cock through his pants. I could see its shape through his slacks. It looked large. Judy focused all her attention to Chris, continuing to squeeze his cock while undoing his belt and zipper. She slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out into the open. It stood straight up like a missile ready to launch. Judy wrapped her hands around and let out a long sigh. He was probably about eight inches and very big around. She slowly stroked up and down its length, her fingers not able to reach around its entirety. I sat in awe watching my wife stroking another man's cock. A small drop of pre-cum formed at the head of his cock. With her other hand, she slowly spread to pre-cum over the rest of his cockhead. I was mesmerized as I watch her continue to squeeze and stroke his huge cock. I pulled my eyes off of his big cock and looked up at Chris' face. He was looking directly at me. He had obviously seen how intently I had been watching. I was a little embarrassed. He smiled slightly "Would you like to see your wife suck my dick?" I had a huge lump in my throat and my heart was pounding. I heard myself say "yes" and I heard Judy sigh.

Chris kicked off his shoes and stood up, letting his trousers fall to the floor, then slid his boxers off. Seeing him standing without the confines of his boxers, made it look even bigger. It looked like a perfect cock – it was long and straight and stood straight up like a soldier at attention. With Judy still sitting on the couch, he straddled her and knelt with his legs on each side of hers and his cock directly in front of her face. She reached out and slowly guided it toward her mouth. I held my breath as she licked the head of his swollen cock. She licked it from the base of his cock all the way to the tip it repeatedly, almost like a large lollipop. He moaned with each pass of her tongue. After about a minute, she slowly pulled it into to her mouth. Her mouth strained to contain the girth of his massive cock, but I could tell that she loved every inch. Judy pulled his cock from her mouth and again licked his shaft providing lubrication as she stroked his length with her hand. Judy looked up as he stood over her "I want you to fuck my mouth." Chris held her head firmly as he took control and began pumping his cock into her mouth. She was struggling to keep from gagging, but offered no resistance to his control. He questioned her -"you like sucking that big cock, don't you?" She just moaned. I was almost dizzy watching my wife getting her mouth fucked by this Adonis. 

As she continued to suck, I slid my fingers into her wet pussy – she was soaked. With my fingers inside her, I used my thumb to work her clit in a circular motion. In just a few moments she was cuming again. As she came, she pulled his cock from her mouth and continued to stroke his cock with her right hand. His cock was wet with her saliva and glistened in the light. I couldn't help but stared as she pumped his beautiful cock. With her left hand she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me passionately. I could taste his cock in her mouth. I pulled her mouth harder against mine, returning her passionate kiss. We continued to kiss as she pumped his cock. Suddenly, she guided his cock in between our mouths. I hesitated for a moment, but she still held hair tightly. I felt a wave of submission run over me, as I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the shaft of his cock. He pushed his cock between our faces, with each of us running our mouths and tongues along his shaft. After a few moments, she guided his cock directly into my mouth. 

It wasn't long until Chris took control. He held my head and began pumping his cock into my mouth just as he had done with Judy. I started to gag, he paused for a moment and then slowly shoved it in again. He seemed to know exactly how far he could force his cock into my mouth. He was absolutely in control. I was in disbelief – I was sucking a man's cock. With each stroke of his huge cock in mouth, I felt more and more submissive. 

As he was fucking my mouth, Judy was watching, masturbating and whispering in my ear "I love to see you sucking that cock, I want him to cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow his cum." He continued pumping his hard cock into my mouth, his hands pulling my face into his crotch with each stroke. I could smell his musty scent. I had moved my hand onto his cock to keep him from shoving his full length into my mouth and I was now stroking his cock to match the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Slowly the tempo of his trusts began to quicken and he pumped deeper into my throat. I could barely contain my gag reflex, but now, I wanted it - I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. With my free hand, I reached between his legs, grabbed his firm ass, I pulled his cock deeper into my throat. Judy was now stroking my cock as she masturbated herself, still whispering in my ear "suck that cock, take it deep, I want to see him cum in your mouth." He was now pumping faster and breathing harder. Suddenly, he jerked my head hard against his crotch forcing his cock almost completely down my throat. I was fighting to not gag and I could barely breathe. I tried to pull my head away from his crotch, but he held my head tightly and continued to pump until I felt a warm gush in my throat. I felt like I was choking and tears were forming in my eyes. His cum filled my mouth and surrounded his massive cock. It was salty and thick. I struggled to swallow most of his cum. He held his cock in my mouth for what seemed like forever as he continued to spasm and jerk, then finally let out a sigh and pulled his cock out slowly. He left the head of his cock in my mouth and milked the last bit of his cum onto my tongue and then rubbed his cum smeared cock over my lips and onto my face. He gently slapped his still semi-erect cock on my cheek, looked down at me and smiled "I want to fuck your wife". I simply nodded.