1 comments/ 30130 views/ 3 favorites The Cock-tail Party By: neargraduate It was my second month on the job and the telephone on my desk had rung out one clear bell before I picked it up. I recited my memorized greeting down the line. "Good morning, Tennessee Steel, Mr G's office, my name is Portia, how may I help you?" "Portia, hello it's G," came the voice on the other end. "Got some colleagues coming in from interstate a little later today. I need you to book 9 holes at the golf course and lunch at the country club for us. That should pretty much take up my afternoon so could you clear my schedule to make room for that?" "Sure thing sir" I replied. I knew G preferred me to be less formal with him and to call him by his first name but I quite liked referring to him as 'sir'. It was even more fun when he was fucking me. "Thanks Portia." continued G "Also, I hope you don't have plans tonight. I'm throwing a bit of last minute shin dig at my place for these guys and I would really like you to be there. I might need you to work your charm to get this deal over the line so dress nice Ok? My place at 7.30 and don't be late." The line went dead and I hung up the phone. I made the reservations that G had requested and then started fooling around on the net. I worked hard for my boss and never said no to him when he asked me to appear at various functions or work late so on the odd occasion that he wasn't in the office I usually skived it a bit. I actually preferred it when things were busy, it usually made the day pass faster and it certainly meant it would be a lot more interesting. By midday I was feeling pretty bored and so when it came to my lunch break I took the opportunity to disappear for a moment and indulge in some 'me' time. I headed down two flights of stairs to the bathroom on the lower floor. It was the one that never seemed to be occupied and that was just what I was looking for. I entered a cubicle and locked the door. Sitting down on the seat a pulled my skirt and pants down to my ankles (just to fool anyone that might come in) and then gently stroked my inner left thigh. I'd just had my legs waxed and I loved the way they felt, so smooth and soft. I put my head back and let my hand venture further up until I felt my fingers reach my pussy. It, like my legs, was totally smooth. I used to have a tiny triangle there but G had asked me to wax myself completely after the first time he'd been down on me. G told me that eating my pussy was his favourite thing in the world and as my fingers explored my moistened lips I imagined it was his tongue that was lightly flicking at my clit. My two fingers began working furiously at my box, building up the required friction that would bring me off. I closed my eyes and thought of G's head nestled between my silky thighs, lapping at my pussy. I remembered how his deep moans of pleasure created a sensational humming effect against my clit. Faster and faster went my fingers, my breath getting shorter and shorter. Involuntary moans escaped my lips as I felt my orgasm building up inside me. I'd reached the point of no return, even if someone had walked in now I wouldn't be able to hold it off. Suddenly it hit me, my head flung forward, my hand moving like lightening over my pussy. I cried out and clenched my other hand into a fist as I came hard. When I'd regained my composure I pulled my skirt up, washed my hands and headed back to the office, my pussy still humming from my lunchtime seeing to. ----------------------------------------- By five o'clock I'd seen just about everything that youtube had to offer and was ready for the day to end. I was also looking forward to seeing G. I knew where the boundaries between us lay, even though we occasionally crossed them. I understood that I was just his secretary not his girlfriend but I still enjoyed the way he looked at me and I liked it when he flirted with me in public, enough that he and I understood what was being said but nothing anyone else would pick up on. I left work and headed home. During the drive I thought about what I should wear to the party. I wanted to be revealing enough to tease G but didn't want to go too far in case I offended the businessmen I was supposed to impress. I had no idea if they would be religious prudes or not and I didn't want to overstep the mark. I settled on my classic black dress. I always liked the contrast between it and my white complexion. It was cut high enough that it showed off my legs well without going overboard, the front plunged low enough that my tits would be on display enough without falling out. I completed the outfit with black heels but decided against stockings. I wanted to show off my legs tonight, especially while they were so smooth. I also decided on no underwear. Besides the dress being quite figure hugging and not wanting any horrid panty lines I also thought it might tease G a little more if he knew I was completely exposed down there. I liked playing little games like this with him, watching him trying to act all cool in front of work colleagues when deep down he was dying to fuck me silly. Another thing I liked to do was to staple little notes to important documents I knew he'd be referring to in meetings. He'd reach for his notes on the company's financial position in the last quarter or something and find a little pink piece of paper attached telling him how much I wanted his cock in my ass, or something equally hot that I knew would fluster him. If you think this is just me being a tease then don't worry, G certainly got his own back on me, whether it was making me work back late or demanding I blow him to relieve his tension before a big golf tournament. Not that that was really punishment... I looked at my bedside clock, 7:15pm. I grabbed my handbag and walked out the door. The air outside felt cool on my uncovered legs and pussy and I felt a tingle of excitement from my naughtiness run through me as my heels click-clacked their way to my car. On the way to G's house I started wondering about what jobs he'd have me doing at the party. Serving drinks? Probably. Being ever so polite to his guests while flirting quietly with the male ones? That was a definite. Adding some class to the proceedings with my British charms as he so liked to say. Ten minutes later and I arrived at G's house. I walked up the driveway and rang the front door bell and was quite surprised when G answered himself, I thought he would have had some hired help on a night like this. "Portia, welcome, come in. You look gorgeous I must say." said G in his sexy Southern accent. "Good evening sir, thank you." I replied. G got straight down to business. "Listen," he said "a few of these guys have already got stuck into my Scotch, nothing to worry about but just thought I'd warn ya, you know? They might wanna play up. We really need this deal to go through so if you get a pat on the ass or an inappropriate comment I hope you can just roll with it tonight. I'll make it up to you. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't worry." "Not a problem, I totally understand sir." I answered. Then, giving him a wink I lent forward to whisper in his ear. "I think you should know sir, that I'm not wearing any underwear this evening." I could see G holding himself back. "Portia, not tonight Ok?" came his unexpected reply "You know I wanna see what you're hiding but we gotta get these guys across the line. Professionalism tonight, please." I couldn't work out if he was serious or playing a game but knowing how much this deal meant to him I decided to behave. G pressed his hand to the small of my back and gently pushed me toward the living room. I followed his lead and the two us walked over to meet his guests. Five men in business suits stood up and turned their heads towards me as we entered the room. A couple swayed a little on their feet, obviously the whiskey was starting to kick in. G introduced me. "Gentlemen, may I introduce my personal assistant Miss Willis." "Oh, Portia please," I interjected "if you should need anything tonight please don't hesitate to ask." I'm sure I noticed two of the men exchange a sly smile. "Good evening miss, lovely to meet you." the man closest to me said "My name is Hank. These four guys are my business associates. It's sure nice of you to be here with us tonight. As I always say, the company of a beautiful woman always makes these proceedings far more enjoyable." "Here, here." the other four chanted in unison. "Thank you sir," I answered blushing "Very kind of you. Now, would any of you gentlemen like a top up........." ------------------------------------------------------- The first few hours of the party had passed quickly. I'd only received one light pat on the bum and no lude comments, although plenty of looks. The men had been busy chatting and emptying bottles of scotch and I had been doing my best to keep their glasses full. Now I sat alone in the kitchen enjoying a glass of wine and staying out of the way while the men talked business. I couldn't hear what they were discussing, only the low mumble of their voices from the other room. Even though I couldn't make out the words I could hear that it was G speaking at the moment and I listened intently to the lovely sound his voice made. Suddenly a cheer went up from the other men. "G must have impressed them" I thought to myself. I took a sip of wine and felt a little light headed. It was my third glass on an empty stomach. Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened and G walked in. He had the most unusual look on his face, a look I hadn't seen before. He walked up to me and set his drink down on the counter next to me. "Portia," he said "remember when you took this job I told you that occasionally I would ask you to do certain things for me and that accepting the job meant you were not aloud to refuse me?" I nodded. "I'm not gonna pussyfoot around here." G continued "those five guys in there have put me in a position that, to be honest, is a little hard for me to bring up with you. Basically they have agreed to sign the contract." "That's great sir." I butted in "Please, let me finish. They have agreed to sign the contract if they can have unlimited access to you for the next three hours." I knew exactly what he meant but I played dumb. "They have that already sir. I'm happy to give them anything they require." I said. "I don't think you understand Hon," replied G "they want to fuck you. All of them. In anyway they want for the next three hours. In this situation I don't want to enforce my rules on you. You took the job knowing that there would be times that I would need you for skills other than your typing. But this might be going too far for you. If you say no I will understand. If you agree however, I can promise you that you will see the rewards." I sipped my wine, a little shocked. But G needed me now and he was right, I had taken this job knowing that I may find myself in this position one day. I gulped back the rest of my glass in one mouthful then looked straight at G. "Ok, I'll do it." I said "But I have one condition too. I want you to blindfold me and the blindfold must stay on the whole time. At least that way I can imagine that its just you." "Deal." said G. He disappeared back into the living room leaving me in the kitchen thinking about what I was about to receive at the hands of these men. I'd had fantasies before about gang bangs but met with the reality it was quite different. I was petrified. But deep down there was a part of me, a wicked part that loved the idea of being a private sex toy to these guys. Although the fear remained, the more I thought about it the more this naughty side of me began to take over. A couple of minutes passed before G returned to the kitchen. When he did he was holding a mask in his hand, it was black in the shape of a cat face with little ears and everything. He handed it to me. I looked at it, then at him, then put it on. The mask covered the top half of my face but left everything below the cheekbone exposed. There were no eye holes, I was now going blind. I felt G take my hand and guide me silently towards the living room. I felt us passing through the door and into the next room. The presence of the five others hit me immediately. I knew their eyes were all on me now, looking me up and down, contemplating their first moves. G led me into what felt like the middle of the room, then he let go of my hand and stepped back. I was standing there now, completely blind, feeling their eyes on me. "So, who's first?" came a voice. "I don't care what turn I get as long as I get a piece of that ass." came another. I felt a hand run over my bum and my body stiffened at the touch. "Jesus, that's a sweet butt." came the voice. "you fellas gotta come get a feel of this." Suddenly there were more hands touching me, sliding over me and feeling up my ass. The hands soon moved upwards, cupping my breasts and squeezing hard. I flinched but the hands continued. I felt the zipper of my dress being pulled down and the cool air hitting my back. There was nothing subtle about the removing of my clothing. The dress was torn off me and my shoes pulled off all in a matter of seconds. Having worn no underwear I was now standing in the middle of the circle of men completely naked. I heard a whistle "Hot damn, look at her. I can't take anymore of this." I felt hands press down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. I heard flies being undone and then felt a cock hit me hard across the side of my face, THWACK. Then again, THWACK back across my other cheek. "Open that pretty mouth for me Portia." I heard a voice say. I did as I was told, parting my lips slightly. The head of a cock pushed into my mouth, forcing my lips wider apart. Hands gripped the back of my head and forced it forward, my mouth engulfing the dick until I felt pubic hair against my nose and upper lip. His cock wasn't so big and I could take him all the way into my mouth easily enough. He held my head against his stomach for a little while, his cock pushed into my mouth to the hilt, then let go of the back of my head. I pulled back sharply and the cock popped from my mouth as I took in a lung full of air. Then just as suddenly it was pushed back in. "Suck my cock Portia," came its owners voice "G says you good for it." I began slowly bobbing up and down on his cock, occasionally taking it all the way into my mouth and then sticking my tongue out slightly to lick the spot where his cock and balls met. I could feel the others standing around watching me suck this guy off and enjoying the show. Then I heard a voice in my ear. It was G. "You like this don't you Portia? You love the idea of these guys taking turns with you all night. Show me how much you love it." With the cock in my mouth the only way I could respond to G was to suck even harder and faster hoping that he would see by my actions that I was indeed loving it. I began moaning softly as I felt the two hands on my head again and the cock being forced into my mouth harder. I opened my mouth wide and let him fuck my face, my lips buzzing from the friction of his cock. Suddenly I felt him coming, thick spurts of jizz shooting down my throat. He tasted hot and sweet. The cock softened in my mouth and was withdrawn. Before I had time to relax my jaw another dick was pushed into my mouth, this one bigger than the last and it's owner quite a bit rougher. He tried forcing it into my mouth before I was quite ready causing me to gag slightly, but rather than stopping he fucked my mouth hard for about twenty seconds before coming down my throat. "I'll have some more of you later," I heard him say. I was thankful for that, he had a nice large cock and my pussy was craving some attention right now. Someone must have read my thoughts because as a third cock began fucking my mouth I felt a tongue on my clit. It circled around and over it, lightly flicking at the top and then delving into my pussy, tonguing me hungrily. I knew it was G. I raised myself slightly higher on my knees so that he could get his head in and under between my legs from behind. He expertly lapped my cunt, hitting me exactly where he knew I loved it. I could feel myself building up to orgasm and my moaning increased despite the cock pushing into my mouth. Then it hit me, I felt myself drift off for a second as I came and forgot about the blowjob I was giving. The cock in my mouth went off at the same time but because of my own orgasm it was impossible to keep sucking it. It popped out of my mouth and come sprayed across my cheeks and lips. I felt G slide up between my legs so that I was now straddling him and his cock slid into my pussy. I thought I would come again right then it felt so good. His hands took my hips and started to rock me back and forth on his tool. I could feel someone behind me as well and then their hot breath on my ass. A hand between my shoulder blades pushed me forwards and then gently spread my ass cheeks. As G's cock pushed into my pussy I felt the person behind me start to lick and kiss my bottom, gradually getting closer and closer towards the centre and then finally licking over my asshole. My breath escaped me in a long sigh as the mans tongue began to push its way into my bum. I reached back with my hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart as the rimming continued. With G's cock in my pussy and the tongue in my ass it was too much to take and I came again hard, shuddering as I felt G explode inside me as well. As I came back to earth I felt myself being lifted up off G's cock by two men who then walked me over to the couch. After coming twice in such quick sucession my legs wouldn't quite hold me up on their own. I was bent over one of the arms of the sofa with my ass sticking up in the air. Two hands pulled my cheeks apart roughly and I could hear the squelching sound of lubricant being squeezed out of a tube and then felt the cold substance land directly on my asshole. A finger then began to circle over my tight ring, rubbing the goo into me, then pushed into my ass. It gave way to his finger easily and was soon joined by a second digit. As he worked the two fingers in and out of my anus he began a commentary with his friends. "Hey G, how many times you fucked this bitch's ass? Man, she's so tight I feel like she's gonna snap my fingers off." "I don't think she's gonna have that problem when we're done with her," came a response. I heard the men laughing and then the fingers were pulled from my ass. "Enough of that, I think she's ready for some dick now." a voice said "What do you say Portia, you ready for the ass fucking of your life?" I didn't know if I should respond so I stayed quite. SMACK! A hand came down hard on my ass cheek. "I asked you a Goddamn question. Are you ready to be fucked in the ass?!" the voice boomed. "Ouch, yes sir, I'm ready sir. Please fuck my ass." I timidly replied. With that I felt a hand push down on the small of my back and a cock push between my cheeks. I took a sharp intake of breath in preparation of feeling it jam into me but he stopped against my asshole, teasing it out. As I exhaled and relaxed I suddenly felt myself pushed forward as his hot dick was driven into my ass. "Ooooooh fuck" I cried as the cock took my bottom by complete surprise. He pushed it all the way in and left it there for a few seconds. I could feel it throbbing inside me, it's heat radiating in my ass, then he began thrusting in and out of me. My sphincter stretched tight around him as he tore into my bum. After several minutes of fucking my ass he pulled his cock out of me and I felt his hot come shoot up my back. One down I thought. "Remember me?" came a voice from behind me as I felt a larger cock force its way into me. I winced as he fucked me, his cock being thicker than what I was used to. He took hold of my hips and began to slam bang my asshole without mercy. I gripped the couch cushion and clenched my jaw and prayed for him to come. Several minutes later he did, pulling out of my ass and spraying his load all over my soft white cheeks. The Cock Tail Party The apartment looked out on an assortment of college buildings interspersed among the colorfully leafed trees. In the living room of the apartment an arrangement of chairs formed a loose circle facing the middle of the room. Business associates sat uncomfortably in the circle, holding iced drinks which dripped sweat from the glasses. Ice melted from the warmth of the nervous hands holding them. Jon, the boss's partner, looked around the room - was everything in order? Every guest had a drink and food was arranged on the dining room table. He had never met any of his mate Jean's employees before. The young group of willing newbies all vied for attention, quietly preening and hoping to climb the ladder of success – one way or another. The neophyte group, from around the country, assembled at the boss's insistence. She issued a command, after the meeting: "Come to my home for drinks, and get to know each other." Most of them didn't know what to expect. The assembled men sat uncomfortably in the small, tight circle of chairs, legs or ankles crossed in an attempt to keep them tucked out of the traffic flow. Jon walked around the circle, in front of the men, quietly asking after the status of refills. Occasionally, as he did so Jon had to reach forward to touch an arm or a shoulder to attract attention. He noticed one handsome man, only slightly older than the others, well-built and comfortable in his own skin, unlike most of the rest of the group who seemed nervous and without polished social graces. Reflexively, Jon tapped the man lightly on the top of his knee to gain his attention, "Would you like a refill?" The man's eyes travelled away from the conversation at hand, up and into Jon's face. "Sure, let me help with that," he replied. He introduced himself to Jon as they headed toward the kitchen. The room continued to burble with awkward conversation as the two men headed into the kitchen. The guest, Don, stepped aside for Jon to enter the kitchen first and ushered Jon forward with a slight touch on the small of his back that drifted for an instant somewhere nearer to his ass. Jon didn't hesitate, but rather turned to his guest and gave him a knowing look with a slight smile. They refreshed their drinks and stood in the kitchen, butts up against the counters facing each other as they chatted - each appraising the other surreptitiously. The other guests wandered in and out of the kitchen to fix drinks, or drop dirty plates in the sink. The conversation flowed around Jon and Don and was occasionally picked up and a quip was added by those other guests as they arrived and departed the small space of the galley style kitchen. Jon and Don were content to stand in the kitchen and talk. They hadn't exchanged any further overt physical contact as they politely discussed the usual subjects, in no particular order: weather, sports, background and other interests. Still the atmosphere was charged with personal energy. Jean continued to hold sway with the rest of her subordinates in the living room. Occasionally the noise level in the living room became loud with good natured but nervous laughter, or mild rebukes spoken too forcefully, but neither man in the kitchen broke away to participate in those conversations. Jon played the good host several times, leaving Don in the kitchen, to circle the living-room encouraging the guests to help themselves to food and fresh drinks. He picked up the remains of dirty dishes or emptied ashtrays, and always returned to the kitchen. Each time, he reconnected physically with the handsome man, who had made himself useful rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher; he seemed to have no interest in resuming idle chat with his new business colleagues in the other room. A pat on the arm, a gesture of appreciation for loading the dishwasher, or a fumble of a glass both men caught in mid-air and brushed hands as they did so. The physicality of the exchanges between the two men was palpable, but nothing had been overt. The "getting to know you" cocktail hour had grown overlong. Suddenly, there was a burst of noise from the living room as the level of male voices began the ritual of affable goodbyes fueled by alcohol and the awkward bonhomie of new business acquaintances who might or might not still be rivals. There was a foot-shuffle around the room, farewell handshakes and shoulder slaps as guests cleared the living-room in quick order. Jon had returned to the living room to say polite "great to have met you" farewells and to police the area for any forgotten cigarette cases, lighters and other overlooked personal accessories. When the crowd had filed out the door, Jean slipped an arm around Jon's waist and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, "Thanks so much for helping me with this! I'm going to shower and slip into something comfortable." She gave him a wink and nodded her head slightly toward the kitchen as she moved toward the bedroom. He turned around and realized that she had noticed one guest who remained and was in the kitchen. Jon was surprised, and pleased, to see which guest had lingered behind and was busy at the sink washing glasses. Jon pulled out the expensive bourbon and fixed a drink for each of them. The two men adjourned to the now empty living-room. He directed Don to sit to his right, next to him on the sofa. So began a sexually charged round-about conversation between the two men. Booze had softened the edges off any reservations between them and Jon's gentle, innocent stroking hand on Don's thigh quickly brought the man from curious to interested, to aroused. The size of Don's cock grew quickly and pressed hard against his slacks as Jon's fingers caressed ever closer to Don's crotch. Don felt overwhelmed with the tactile arousal and wanted to jack-off. He felt close to having an orgasm. The sound of water running brought him up short. His boss, Jean, was still in the bathroom so he couldn't excuse himself to go in there. Jon suddenly moved his fingers to the zipper on Don's slacks and in a saucy, rather provocative tone suggested "getting more comfortable." He tugged the zipper down in a quick motion and reached inside Don's slacks to release a cock the size of a pole. Jon's eyes glinted with anticipation as he grasped Don's shaft and began rhythmically stroking it making it grow harder with every stroke. Don's concern with Jean's presence faded with his arousal and he pressed his head into the back of the sofa. He thrust his hips forward wanting more than just Jon's hand on him. His eyes were closed as he focused on the sensual feel of Jon's hand manipulating his cock. He moaned with pleasure as the hand was replaced with Jon's warm, sucking mouth. Jon deftly opened the man's neatly buttoned black shirt to finger his nipples and pinch and pull them taut and tease them until they tingled. Don was wet with pre-cum and his partner's saliva – he was moments from orgasmic ejaculation when a purring female voice spoke softly, "You look so hot, wouldn't you like to get naked?" Don was dizzy with pleasure from Jon's manipulation and the alcohol he had consumed. This new sound, the woman's voice, entered into his overloaded brain. Don greedily wanted to continue with the pleasurable feeling of Jon's mouth on his cock, but he remembered how strongly he had been attracted to his boss during his first job interview with Jean. Now he realized she was hot, available nearby and appeared to want him too. His was confused with this dual desire but knew he could only last a few more moments before he exploded in orgasmic release. In his confusion of lust and liquor, he was nearly overwhelmed with sensory stimulation but feared the consequences because he was enjoying a homoerotic interlude with his boss's partner. He opened his eyes slowly, just a slit, to look at the woman. Jon was still working the mighty cock, but only to keep Don aroused – not to jack him off and spoil the fun yet to come. Jean stood in front of the two men in a very loosely tied dark blue silk robe which didn't even attempt to cover her ample breasts, revealing two pink nipples puckered with arousal. She wore black laced pantyhose and black stilettos. She placed one foot strategically on the sofa between Don's legs with the pointed tip of her shoe very close to his balls. Jean and Jon exchanged a knowing look. The couple lifted the weak-kneed guest each one taking an arm, as they raised Don up and guided him into the bedroom. His cock seemed to get stiffer as he felt both sets of hands caressingly holding him. He liked the tactile touch of the two sets of hands on his body almost as much as he had Jon's tongue arousing the nerve endings in his most intimate places. The couple stripped Don gently but Jean remained in her robe, pantyhose and heels while she nodded to her mate. Jon left the bedroom for a few minutes. Jean pushed Don gently onto the bed. He didn't resist. He reached a hand up to fondle her breast as Jean leaned over him to reach for a pair of hand restraints from the nightstand and clicked them onto his wrists. Don acquiesced to the restraints without fear. This domination maneuver aroused him further because he was so drawn to Jean's buxom, swaying tits just above his mouth, just out of reach. Don was tethered and vulnerable to his boss's sexual advances, but he endured having limited mobility because the pleasurable sensations of her touch were again bringing him closer to orgasm. Jean ran her hands sensuously, slowly down Don's arms, starting at his wrists restrained above his head, then lower over his chest and hips. She admired the man's taut muscles and took her own pleasure in stroking him seductively moving slowly down his body. Don shimmied his hips and arched his back against the bed trying to gain a position that would put his cock in Jean's mouth and relieve the building pressure in his engorged penis. A low moan, a weakened plea for sexual release, escaped his lips. Every nerve in his body was screaming with need from the sexual pleasure of her fingers touching his body – he was surrendering to it – he needed release. Jean realized that Don was about to come and slowed her touch and moved her hands away from his cock but continued to lightly massage the man's upper body. When Jon returned a few moments later, he was naked and held a vibrating dildo in his hand. His cock was no longer as hard as he had been when fondling Don in the living room, but as he set to work on the tethered man his shaft grew quickly with anticipation. Jean slipped away from her tethered subordinate as Jon lay down on the bed, toe to head, against Don's naked torso. He pressed his cock into the man's mouth while he lubed the dildo and started it into Don's ass while again tonguing the man's magnificent cock. The multiple sensations were overwhelming for Don, especially the vibrator's motion in his ass. He couldn't hold back another moment, Don's huge pole exploded semen into Jon's sucking, licking mouth. The orgasm came in waves powerfully exploding throughout his body. Don experienced many levels of sensations in the exquisite pleasures that came with release. At the same time, he felt a certain sadness. He'd come too quickly, it was over too soon, he had wanted the tactile foreplay of the touch of Jean's hands to be prolonged but his body couldn't delay the response to Jon one moment longer. Don's mind continued to reel with the confusion of orgasmic release as well as the tactile pleasures of the vibrator, when from somewhere close to the bed he became aware of the soft sounds of fabric rustling. Don had momentarily forgotten about Jean's presence in the room and for a fleeting moment wondered what she was doing. His mouth was busy on Jon's cock and he really wanted to fondle the other man's balls as well, but his hands weren't free. Suddenly Jon came with a forceful ejaculation of semen into Don's mouth; his body quivered in rapturous release. Turned on by the sexual stimulation the two men had provided visually, Jean was very aroused. Her crotch-less pantyhose gave her fingers access to stimulate her clit and to rhythmically finger-fuck herself. She tugged and pinched a taut, puckered nipple, roughly massaging her breast as she was turned on by the sexual tableau as the two men stimulated each other to orgasm. When Jean stood, the silk robe slipped off her shoulders to the floor and made a soft rustling noise. She had admired the possibilities of Don's physique under the well-tailored clothes he wore to work; now she realized that naked he was even more exciting than she could have imagined. Jean was wound tight with sexual tension from masturbating. Now she wanted her own sexual gratification. She moved to straddle Don's hips. Jon laid back and watched admiringly as his mate took command of Don. Jean rubbed her cunt against Don's cock and enjoyed the electric sensation of it rubbing against her clit. Then seductively, slowly Jean turned her body to position her cunt expertly above Don's mouth presenting her vagina and clit for stimulation by his tongue, and he obliged her with a talent that could never be reviewed in an Employee Evaluation. He licked and sucked and probed her with his tongue driving her into a frenzy of orgasmic explosion, sooner than she expected. It was over all too quickly and as the orgasm faded, Jon came to Jean's rescue fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples to arouse her again... as she focused her concentration to a second pleasurable moment of satisfaction. Don pulled against the hand restraints wanting to be free to stroke Jean's body. Jon obliged freeing the man's wrists which allowed Don to enjoy Jean's beautiful breasts and nipples with his hands and mouth. In the afterglow, Jean reflected that it certainly had been a successful "getting to know each other" cock tail party. The Cock-tail Party Again I was lifted up by two men and brought into another position, this time on top of one of the men who was seated in an armchair. His cock slid into my pussy and it was a welcome relief after taking such a large dick up my ass. But just as I was getting used to being filled the other way there was yet another cock knocking at my backdoor. My ass, having already been subjected to two cocks aloud him to slide in easily but I still gasped as I was stretched and filled. I'd never been impaled on two cocks before and the sensation was indescribable. The men began working their dicks in and out of me alternatively, the cock in my ass pushed as far in as it could go while the one in my pussy was on the out stroke and then vice versa. As the two cocks piston-d into my ass and cunt I felt the heat of a third dick against my lips. I opened my mouth and let it push its way in. I couldn't believe I was taking three cocks at once. My ass and pussy were burning from the constant fucking they were receiving and I tried my best to keep my head in place as the third prick repeatedly pummeled my mouth. The cock in my pussy shot first, blasting its load straight down my throat and into my stomach. Then the guy in my ass came, I felt him explode deep and hard inside me. The cock in my mouth continued its assault on my tonsils for a few more minutes before it was withdrawn from my lips and I felt its hot spurts of jism coat my tits. The mask was torn from my face and I was confronted by the close up view of the two remaining cocks aimed right at me and being jerked furiously. Almost in unison they both came depositing their loads directly into my face, shooting over my cheeks and nose and across my lips. I collapsed breathless on the floor in a spunk drenched heap. I heard G ushering the other men out of the room, he knew I wouldn't want to be confronted by them afterwards. Fifteen minutes later he returned to find me still naked, sprawled on the floor. He took me in his arms and carried me upstairs to where he'd drawn a hot bath. As I soaked in the tub, I thought about what had just happened. This job was certainly demanding on a girl but I didn't think G would ask me to do something like that again. ...would he?