19 comments/ 78490 views/ 2 favorites Missy: Valentine Dance By: caprine \[This is a work of fiction. All places, events, and persons are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental] * I last saw my brother, Sam, when I was thirteen. Although he was five years older than I, we were very close growing up. Dad died when I was two so we were the only two kids in a single mother household and I think Sam liked to be the "big brother" to me, Missy, the "little sister." Sam was very protective of me and, at a very early age, began to raise me almost more than mother who had to work much of the time. Sam and I had the house to ourselves much of the time as a consequence of mother's work schedule and we were quite informal with each other. I paraded around the house naked in front of Sam until about the age of ten or eleven, although he rarely appeared in less than his jockey shorts. We cuddled and caressed each other quite a lot and he bathed me, again to about the age of ten or eleven. After graduating from high school, Sam left for computer training at a technical school out of state, he was a computer genius, and then immediately went overseas for a job with an international corporation. It would be ten years before I would see him again. Meantime, I made it through high school with my virginity intact, barely. I was a late bloomer both physically and emotionally. I was very much the little girl, no tits, and with very little of the "womanly" shape otherwise. I was shy and withdrawn without my "big brother" around. But during my junior year, especially the second half of it, that changed, drastically. My tits suddenly decided to show up and overdevelopment is the only word I can think of to describe them. From mere buds, I very quickly began to sprout a pair of 36Ds! The rest of me rounded out into quite a female shape as well. I also sprouted up to five foot, ten inches. Boy, did the boys suddenly notice! The boy who took me to the Valentine's dance my junior year was my first, serious love affair. After the dance and out on Hunter's Point in the car, he managed to get my tits bared and licked and sucked them nearly to death. His hand got between my legs, but over my clothes and I knew he was interested in more. I was not ready for the whole shebang yet, so I distracted him by freeing his cock and jacking him to an explosive climax. He shot his load all over the dash, seat, and floor, but I didn't have to fuck him. Three months later, I managed a similar distraction for a different boyfriend who took me to prom. My senior year, things got a little heavier. Still another new boyfriend, Jack, took me to the valentine dance this time. The dance was dreamy and I thought I was in love. I thought Jack felt the same way. Once again at Hunter's Point after the dance, Jack had an arm around me and said, "Missy, you are so beautiful tonight," and leaned over to kiss me. I leaned into him and returned his kiss. Jack's other hand found my chest and slipped inside the top of my cocktail type dress to find bare breasts, unfettered by a bra. In very short order, the spaghetti straps slid down my arms and the dress top dropped to my waist. Jack leaned down and began kissing my nipples and they reacted--boing, boing--into very stiff erectness. While still kissing my tits, Jack's hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress and slid up my thigh to my panty clad pussy. He began a vigorous finger play on my mons and up and down my slit--still over top of the panties. "Jack," I said, "slow down, you are hurting me!" "Oh, but you feel so good," he answered. "Yes, I like it too, but I don't need cuts and bruises, Jack!" was my reply. I still was not interested in a fuck, so I took a calculated chance and said, "Jack, take my panties off!" Jack gurgled greedily and did as I asked. "Now," I said, eat me, but watch those teeth!" Jack gave me a reasonably good tongue job, just barely. He did get me more or less aroused so I was willing to do the next step. I could feel and hear Jack drop his zipper and I intervened when I said, "Let me help, Jack." I got his cock out and immediately leaned down and got the helmet in my mouth. I knew Jack was highly aroused and I intended to blow him into climax and thus sidestep a full fuck. I wasn't a lot better at fellatio than he had been at cunnilingus, but he erupted rather quickly with a geyser of cock cream all over my face and chest. I said, "Lick it off, Jack--clean me up." After he did, I saw he was starting to get hard again and I countered with, "That's enough for tonight, Jack, take me home please." I was still going with Jack at senior prom time and I was his date again. We ended up at Hunter's Point again, as usual and Jack really wanted to fuck me. However, I managed to prevent that for still another time. I think that was the reason Jack and I drifted apart rather quickly after that night. He wanted to fuck and I did not. Why not, I was not really sure at the time, but I would find out why much later. After high school, I went to secretarial school and got a really good job and I was really good at it, so good, in fact, that within two years I had worked my way up to the position of private secretary to the boss in a large insurance firm. But I had developed the reputation as "The Ice Lady." I dated but rarely, very rarely, declining offers right and left until the offers became few and far between, at least among my fellow workers and others who knew me. I would get occasional hits at social gatherings from people who were mostly strangers trying to get to know me, but I declined most of those also. Needless to say, I continued my virginity and without really thinking much about it. Then my brother came home. Sam showed up at my apartment one Friday night about six and when I answered the door, asked, "Hey little sister, would you like to go out for dinner with your big brother tonight?" I was so startled, I burst into tears and into his open arms to hug and kiss him nearly to death! "Oh, SAM!" I cried, and showered more kisses on his face, nose, ears, neck, eyes, and yes, on his mouth. God! My panties are getting wet, I thought. Without conscious thought, I forced my tongue into Sam's mouth and, after a moments hesitation, he reciprocated! My panties were now really soaked and I could feel the growing bulge in Sam's pants pressed up against me. Sam must have realized this and tried to back away a bit, but I grabbed his butt and pulled him tightly into me. "Oh my God, Sam, how I have missed you. You are mine tonight!" I had suddenly realized I had been saving myself for Sam. He was the one I wanted--he was my real love. Finally, Sam managed to get us inside the room and close the door behind us. "Well, little sister," he said, "I can surely see that I will probably have to call you big sister from now on. You have grown up some in the ten years since we last saw each other. More that some, I guess I would have to say! But, if we are going out to dinner, you had best start getting ready hadn't you?" "Yes, yes," I replied stepping back a bit, "but let me get a good look at you, you big lout! God, but you look good. You're so fit and tan! I bet you left a string of broken hearts in your trail!" "Maybe a few," Sam replied, "but not that many, really." "Oh, come on now, a good looking stud like you?" "No, really," Sam said, "I was kept pretty darned busy on the job with very long hours and not a great deal of off time. There were a couple of girls now and again, but I don't know, they all just lacked--something. Anyway, I was generally too busy making money to have time to spend it. My last post was Arabia for the last three years, hence the tan--and the lack of women!" "Well, you just make yourself a drink and sit down. Relax. It will not take me long to get ready and be warned--I am starved!" You had better believe, I got ready in record time. I was putting on my face with just a hint of make-up before putting on my dress and I called out to Sam, "Call a cab, Sam, I'll be ready in five more minutes!" By the time we got downstairs to the street, the cab was waiting. When we were settled in the cab, I asked Sam, "Where are we going?" "Oh, just to a cozy little place I discovered on my way into town." I cuddled up against Sam with his arm around me and dropped my hand onto his thigh. I felt a small twitch in his muscle, but he said nothing. "Lord, but I have missed you, Sam," I said as I began a light, slow caress of his thigh. Still meeting no resistance, I moved up and latched onto the bulge in the front of his pants. Sam let out a low groan, but did nothing to stop me. I continued to caress his dick through his pants. My panties were getting damp, then wet by the time the ten minute cab ride brought us to the little night spot for our dinner. The little restaurant was smokey, cozy, and very romantic with a smoking candle centerpiece on the table on top of a red and white checkered tablecloth and a jazz ensemble playing extremely good music by the side of the dance floor. I'm sure we had a delightful meal, but I can't for the life of me tell you what we had. I had eyes only for Sam. As we finished the last of the wine, Sam asked me to dance. I replied, "I need to visit the lady's room first, Sam. Excuse me just a minute." I really did have to pee after all that wine, but I really needed to shed my panties. They were so soaked, I couldn't stand to have them on anymore! When I returned to the table, the combo had begun playing a very slow set. Sam danced me out onto the floor and I melted into his arms, snuggling up tight to him, my head on his shoulder and my mouth on his neck. My tits were smashed into his chest and his cock, rock hard, was tight up against my lower stomach and pussy. I murmured, "Oh my God, Sam!" Sam replied, "Yes, I feel it too. You have what the girls I left behind were missing. I don't know what it is, but you have it, in spades." He was caressing my ass with his left hand as he spoke. "You know we are siblings and this is taboo as far as the rest of society is concerned." "Yes, I know," I responded, but I can't help myself--don't really want to, I want you so badly. "Well, just so you know," Sam said, "the feeling is mutual! I think I have wanted you since before I left home ten years ago." "Yes," I responded, "now I realize why it is I never really wanted to fuck those boys in high school or since. I wanted you and didn't really understand that until you showed up at my door today!" I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs as I talked. God, but I wanted to get Sam in the sack! "Missy, I'm sorry to have to disappoint you for tonight, but I have to leave right after I get you back home." "What the hell?" I asked. "You just got here!" "I know," Sam replied, "but I have to be in the big city by seven in the morning for a surprise bank audit. I'm in charge and it is a six hour drive. I'll be back late tomorrow night and, if you give me a key, I can let myself in without waking you." "Like hell," I said, "I want to be woke up and you will be very sorry if you don't wake me! Period!" "Well then, you had better sleep tonight then, because I don't think you're going to get much tomorrow after I get back!" "That suits me just fine!" I answered. "You know, Sam, the company I work for is throwing a big Valentine Ball tomorrow night and I had hoped that with you back now, you would escort me. I guess we will just have to make this our Valentine Ball." "Yes," said Sam, "I'm really sorry I can't be here for that. We continued dancing for some time longer into the wee hours. We could not keep our hands off of each other the whole time. I was leaking so much pussy juice in my highly aroused state that the wetness was running all the way down my inner legs and over my ankles into my shoes. The front of my dress was also getting wet over my bare pussy with Sam's cock pressed so tightly onto my pussy. He was also getting a wet spot in the front of his pants as he either came more than once or continuously as we danced. Sam managed to slip a hand into my dress top from time to time and pinch my nipples and otherwise set my tits on fire. I got my hand between us once and down the front of Sam's pants long enough to discover that he had a cock to die for!! But the night had to end eventually. We each used the restrooms to get presentable and stepped outside. On the cab ride home, I had Sam's cock out in my hand, slowly pumping to keep him hard. His cock was by no means a monster, but I would have to say it was larger than my definition of average. He was under my dress with fingers all over and into my pussy. We got ourselves put back together just well enough to get me up to my apartment and then Sam quickly disengaged with the words, "Until tomorrow night, Missy my love!" He knew he could not linger or he would never make his appointment in the morning! I went immediately to the shower, but I grabbed my ten inch and very thick dildo on the way. The clothes dropped and I stepped under the cascading water. I was so hot and wet that the dildo went straight in to my unbroken hymen in one quick shove. That big dildo was not the real thing, but it would have to do until I could get Sam's cock in me tomorrow night. I began to fuck myself really hard with that plastic fuck stick. In less than a minute, I came with pussy muscle contractions so hard that I expelled the dildo in a spray of pussy juice. My legs went so rubbery, I had to sit down on the shower stool and just let the water roll over me. I think I sat there more than thirty minutes, just soaking up the water and the steam, easing the tension. Unlike I anticipated, I slept sound and deep until late the next morning. The next day and evening were nerve wracking, waiting for Sam to come back. It was near two in the morning when I finally heard a key in the lock as I sat on the living room couch in a stupor, fighting off the sleep that threatened to take me. I was instantly awake and rising to my feet as the door opened and Sam stepped in. I was naked underneath my terry cloth robe and the front came open as I rushed into Sam's open arms. He crushed me to him in a tight embrace and once again I burst into tears and nearly kissed him to death. "Whoa there, slow down, Missy, I'm here, I'm here my lovely!" Then Sam was kissing me back as madly as I was kissing him. He slipped my robe off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I nearly ripped his shirt off and tore open his pants. As Sam got naked, I dropped to my knees on my robe and took his big cock in my mouth. In very short order, Sam shot a load of cock cream into my mouth while I managed to swallow as much as I could. I didn't quite get it all. Sam had me down on my robe and was between my legs in a flash, his tongue playing fast and hard with my pussy. While a finger entered me, Sam's mouth and tongue moved to my clit and really sent me into orbit. I began to orgasm in rolling explosions. By now, Sam was hard again and he slid up my body to mouth and tongue my tits while his cock slid up and down on my slit, sinking a little deeper into the folds as his motion continued. The Sam asked, "Are you sure, Missy? Before we go the last step, are you sure, little sister, that this is what you want?" "Oh, God yes, Sam! This is my Valentine's Day wish of nearly twenty years come true at last. Do it! Do it now! FUCK ME!" I felt the helmet head of Sam's cock enter me and pause. Then Sam inched in further until he was stopped by my hymen. "What the hell?" Questioned Sam. "Surely you aren't still a virgin at twenty-three?" "Yes, Sam, I am. I never went all the way with anyone and I never really knew why. Now I do. I was waiting for you to make me a complete woman. You, the man of my dreams! Go for it, fuck me good." Sam did. He withdrew a bit and then in one, hard and fast thrust, he sank his cock to the balls in my pussy. It hurt and there was some blood, but the pain turned to pleasure as Sam continued to slowly fuck me. As I began to moan in obvious pleasure, Sam increased the pace until he was pistoning in and out of me like a veritable steam engine. My pelvis was rising to meet his every thrust--faster and faster and faster. Sam's cock swelled even larger and I felt the tremendous pulse that shot more cock cream, this time deep into my pussy canal. I quickly followed with more rolling orgasms and a torrent of my own sex juices. The next words spoken by Sam electrified me even more when he said, "You know, Missy, I haven't told you the best part yet." "And just what is that?" I asked, as Sam stayed hard inside me. "Just that my new promotion here in your city is permanent! I paid my dues with the years overseas and my seniority allowed me to choose my place of employment for as long as I like. I chose here." "Oh my God," I said, "Oh my God!" ***** [If you liked this story, please, leave a comment and tell me. If you did not like it, you may tell me that too. I also appreciate your votes. Thanks ~ caprine] Missy: Valentine Dance Revisited [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] NOTE: This is a Valentine's Day Contest entry. Please vote. ***** You maybe remember my story about my brother and me that I told a while back. After a ten year absence on the job overseas, My brother Sam returned to head a company office in town and we became lovers. Yes, incestuous lovers. He was the first to explore my virgin pussy. I'd saved it for him. Sam returned in February and it was now one year later, the day before Valentine's Day. He recalled that he was unable to make it back from an appointment in time for my company valentine dance last year just after arrived back home. "I want to make up for that this year. After all, you truly are my one and only valentine." "Oh, Sam, that sounds so romantic." "Yes, well, I have a full day tomorrow, but I will want you ready by seven, if you can arrange it." "Oh yes, Sam, I have vacation days coming and I will use one to take tomorrow off to get ready." Before my workday ended, I had no trouble arranging with my boss to have the morrow off. On Valentine's Day, I was up and dressed in time to grab coffee and a croissant in the mall just before the stores opened. The way I went through stores that morning, an observer would likely have thought I was shopping for my first prom. Since I did not plan on wearing panties or bra, shopping for a garter belt and thigh highs at Victoria's Secret did not take long. Both were black. Black patent leather heels also did not take long. The dress was another story. I went to four shops before I found a fifth that carried a line that I thought would suit my purpose. I was dressed for the day in a white, open necked blouse over a miniscule bra that barely controlled my 36Cs. Tan colored culottes covered my otherwise naked butt and pussy. Sandals on my bare feet completed the ensemble. No wrap is needed in south Florida in February. The young, cool, and very pretty Latino clerk that greeted me, said, "Hi, my name is Rosita. How may I help you?" She was momentarily stunned when our eyes met. So was I. We both felt the electric sparks that were so strong they almost burned the air between us. Was it my flaming red hair? My green eyes? My figure? What? I don't know, but electricity there certainly was. Red was the color I wanted, but Rosita brought a black and white sample along with a red one and we went to a fitting room. My snatch was already moist when we reached the fitting room door. Jill's nipples were points clearly visible in her white blouse as they tented out the material. I unbuttoned my blouse slowly as I licked my lips. Rosita looked on with lust increasingly obvious in her eyes as my overfilled bra was slowly revealed. I shrugged the blouse off onto the floor and turned my back to Rosita. "Unfasten my bra for me, will you?" "Oh, yes," she replied as she stepped up behind me to comply. The bra parted and I again shrugged as Rosita helped slide it off and it joined my blouse on the floor. Her arms came around me and locked onto my tits. As her hands and fingers went to work, she began to coo and kiss me on my right ear. Her mouth moved to my jaw and then my neck. Rosita left a trail of saliva as she worked her mouth down to my shoulder and then reversed her course slowly back to my neck and jaw. Her fingers had my nipples stiffly erect and my pussy burning for attention. As I turned to face her, I said, "Let's get you out of your blouse too." "Oh," was all she could muster in response. That, and nimble fingers moving quickly as she unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. My mouth dropped to her petite but adequate boobs and their gorgeous nipples in the center of large aureolas. But I also noticed the small red rose tattooed just above the aureola of her right breast. Intrigued, I licked it before I concentrated on the nipple below it. This elicited sighs and then a groan of pleasure from Rosita. I unzipped her skirt. It dropped to the floor along with her half slip to leave her standing in just a miniscule thong, elastic thigh highs, and her heels. As the skirt and slip slowly slid down Rosita's gorgeous hips and legs, a second tattoo was revealed. Around her navel were the elliptical yellow petals of a flower. "What's this flower, Rosita?" "It's a moonbeam flower, Missy." I traced the tattooed green stem and leaves downward with my index finger, pushing her thong down in the process. The stem of the flower ended in the miniscule, but clearly readable words, welcome to my garden of love, tattooed just above and on her clean shaven mount of venus. "Oh God," ushered from Rosita's lips as my hand suddenly conformed to the contours of her nether lips and my middle finger found the wet opening to her garden gate. My finger entered her depths and found her G-spot. That brought another, "Oh God." A second finger joined my first one, then a third as I worked her inner garden. My thumb worked her outer garden, her clit. Another, "OH GOD," and she climaxed. "My turn now," I said as I quickly shed the remainder of my clothes. I laid myself supine on the floor. "Now eat me in a sixty-nine" Rosita did as asked. She was damned good at the job, too. While she worked on my snatch, I used my mouth and fingers on hers. I was surprised our moans of pleasure didn't bring an inquisitive knock on the door, but they didn't. We both climaxed much too quickly, Rosita for the second time. After a time, as we slowly dressed, I asked Rosita, "Didn't those tattoos hurt, especially that bottom one?" "Yes, for several days in such a tender spot, but it was worth it." "Well, I just have to get one now. If I can get one yet today, it will likely curtail some of mine and Sam's pleasure tonight, but I just have to have one to surprise him. I bought the red dress and some accessories and hurried out to my car. I wanted to find a tattoo parlor as quickly as I could. In South Florida, that would not be hard. ****** My next stop, however, was a bar for a drink and a look at a phone book and its yellow pages. I asked the bar tender and got a recommendation. Turns out, it was a good recommendation. The tattoo shop was large, much larger than the hole-in-the- wall I expected. It was cluttered, but very business like and, it was really busy. One whole wall was filled with sample tattoo patterns. A young, bearded stud came to the counter and asked, "My name is Tim. May I help you?" "Yes, I want to get a tattoo--today, now." "I see. You realize that this is not the normal way this ic accomplished, right?" "Yes, but it's Valentines Day and I want this for tonight." "I see. Just what did you have in mind? Anything very complicated will not be on the menu for today." "Oh, what I want is very simple. I want a few simple words and an outline of a heart in red, Pierced by Cupid's red arrow." "I see. Just where do you want these tattoos?" "I want the words, the gate of heaven for my love just above my mons and the heart right on the mons with the tip of the arrow ending directly above my clit." "I see. You understand that is a very tender area and likely to cause you some pain for a while, right?" "Yes, but I want to go ahead anyway. "That's fine for you, but usually, we have to make an ink pattern which we transfer to the area that is to receive the tattoo. But, this is simple enough that I think I can free hand what you want. That's the only reason you are getting this on demand instead of waiting for the pattern process. That and the fact that everything will be quite small. But there remains the fact that I am taking you ahead of everyone on the waiting list. "Oh, I quite realize that and I will make it up to you." "I see." Tim considered for a moment, and then said, "Ok, we have a deal. Follow me." Tim led me back to one of the working rooms and had me lie down on a cot. I sweated some in nervousness as he got set up with his equipment and inks. I also knew I was going to have to expose my most private area to this strange man. What the hell, I really want this, so I guess I will have to just grin and bare it, pun intended. "Please, you will need to lower your clothing to expose the intended site of the tattoo. I assume you have shaved the required area." "Yes, I did a fresh shave with my shower this morning." "Good, then we may proceed." I raised my butt and slid my loosened clothing down until Time said, "That's far enough." "Nothing fancy, just a simple lettering of the words. No outlining or such. I want the words in black and the heart and arrow in red." Tim began his work. He was quite professional. If he was affected by my naked and exposed pussy, he didn't show it. But let me tell you, don't let anyone bullshit you, in that sensitive area, the process hurt like hell. That was especially true of the heart tattoo on my mons. It cost me money, but I had my tattoo for Sam for the night. It also cost me a blow job. I offered to double Tim's fee, but his reply surprised me. "I had a different payment in mind. Handling your pussy so much, especially keeping the ink patted dry, has got me horny as hell. Since that area is too tender for further action right now, I'd settle for a good blowjob." "Oh!" I had slowly risen from my supine position on the cot to a sitting position while Tim talked. He was now standing directly in front of me. "Well?" I reached forward for his belt and unbuckled it. His pants slid to the floor with a slow, languid motion. When no waistband appeared under his pants, I realized he wore no underwear. As the pants descended, the one eyed tip of his huge cock appeared. It was puffy and already leaking precum. Then, more and more of a very rigid shaft was exposed until all ten plus inches of it burst forth in its full, turgid glory. Whoever said white men don't have big cocks? My eyes stared hungrily at that solid piece of man flesh, literally drooling from my mouth, not to mention from my pussy. My God, I don't think I've ever seen one as thick as that one, either. I reached a hand out for it and stroked it up and down very slowly, twice, to get the feel of that monstrous stalk. Pure, velvety soft hardness. Tim's cock really fascinated me. It was uncut, with the foreskin first oovering and then exposing the bulbous helmet as I stroked the shaft. Sam is circumcised and the only other cock I've had experience with. I'd sure like to fuck this cock, to experience the difference, but that was out of the question right now. My mouth dropped onto the helmet and my tongue surged around its tip, dipping in and out of the cyclopean eye and laving up the precum as it dribbled out. I took in more of his length, then still more, slowly, until my nose nuzzled his Tim's pubic hair. I gagged some as the helmet penetrated my throat and started down. After several deep throat strokes, I backed off to the head again and sucked for all I was worth. I felt that huge monster swell a bit more and throb harder. With an audible groan from Tim, hot cum gushed out and down my throat. I gagged some more before I could get it all swallowed. I backed off his softening dick and licked my lips clean of a little overspill of his cum. I licked Tim's softening cock clean of what little cum was there. "God, babe, you can do me anytime you want. That was one hell of a blowjob." "Yeah, I appreciate that, but I have to get moving. The day is running out too fast. But I'd like to have a rematch. I really would like to try that cock on for size in my pussy." "Than can easily be arrange Missy. My number is on my business card." The tattoo cost me in pain as well. I was not walking too well to the car and I wondered just how much dancing I would end up doing that night. It might cost me even more. I was not sure I would be able to fuck at all by the time the night progressed that far. ****** By the time I got back to our apartment, I just had time for a light snack and then I would have to start getting ready for the evening. My lite yogurt with wheat toast lunch didn't take long. Getting ready for our outing was another story. The full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door showed my reflection quite clearly. I did a slow strip tease, admiring my body as more and more of it was exposed. Even through the pain of my newly tattooed pussy, I felt my arousal in the moisture that began to seep onto my outer labia as my hands caressed my naked boobs. Peeling the clothes off my lower body, piece by piece, I could then smell my arousal as well. God, but I wanted to fuck myself with my dildo, but I was too sore to even use my fingers. When I could stand it no longer, I did finally touch my clit. The combined pain and sensual arousal, on or the other or both, touched me off and I climaxed with strong convulsions. Then I hit the shower. The heat of the water and steam was soothing to the nines, but I quickly discovered I could not stand to have the water beat directly on my mons. Soaking my back and allowing warm water to run over my shoulders onto my front and on down to my pussy was ok. The warmth seemed to help the pain some. Drying off was quickly accomplished, but the hair took longer, even with a hairdryer. Then, Still nude to dry out some more, I sat at my vanity and did my face. That left getting dressed. Hmmmm. I didn't have to think too long on that one. I knew I was going out sans panties and bra, so that didn't leave much left. The red thigh highs came first. I pulled the rolled up stocking gently up my right foot and then unrolled it up my shapely calf, caressing the calf as I went. Ahhh, sensuous in the extreme. Then I went up my thigh until the end of the stocking appeared. I repeated the process on my left leg and had my pussy moist again by the time I finished. Naked but for the stockings, I stepped into my red, patent leather heels. Six inch stilettos. God, I felt sexy. Before I could do anything further, I heard Sam enter the apartment. "In the bedroom, Sam, I'm getting ready." He drew in a big breath as he stood in the bedroom door and saw me standing there, facing him, in just those heels and stockings, my new tattoos staring right back at him. "Jesus, what've you got there, babe?" "Come a little closer and see for yourself, stud. It's just for you." "God, Missy, that's so sexy. I love it. Doesn't it hurt though?" "Yeah, it does some. I don't know if you can fuck me tonight because of it, but there are other compensations. Speaking of which..." I reached for his belt and, without ceremony, dropped his pants and boxers. That freed his seven inches which was already acting like a flagpole it was so stiff and standing tall. "This is your appetizer for the night," I said as I grabbed hold and dropped my mouth to his cock. After mouthing his one-eyed peckerhead, I mouthed his balls for a bit before I went back to his dick. His uncircumcised shaft pistoned in and out of my mouth as I remained still and let him fuck it. It did not take long, in his highly excited state, for Sam to dump his first load of the nigh into my throat. Standing up, I said, "You'd better get showered while I finish dressing. We don't want to be too late for the company party." "Ok." While Sam went to the bathroom, I put on my new red dress. It was strapless, backless, and almost non existent in front as well. A fine string kept the cups from falling free and the front of the rest of the dress from opening up all the way. The dress was also short, not quite to mid thigh. I would have to be very careful when sitting or bending over unless I wished to have the exposure that would result. I already indicated I would be sans panties or bra. The damage to my makeup was quickly repaired. A single strand of real pearls went around my neck. Another single strand for a bracelet, and a third went around my right ankle. Viola, I was ready. Sam was ready in record time and we hailed a cab for company headquarters. ****** We arrived a short time after the party had started. The company building had a large, really very large, multipurpose room. One use for was as a ballroom which was the current format of the room. Sam and I danced to the live orchestra and visited the open bar several times. I had never attended a company dance of any kind, so I was a bit startled when the room lights went down and the spotlights lit up the central area of the floor to a fanfare from the brass section of the orchestra. "Ladies and gentlemen," the company CEO said over the mike, "it is now time to announce this year's Queen of Hearts, our valentine lady for this year. She will then reign for the rest of the evening. By unanimous vote of the dance committee, this year's queen is our executive secretary, Missy Ronson. Come on down here, Missy, and receive your crown." "Go on," said Sam, "go get your crown. I thought Sam had a slight smirk on his face when he said that, but I didn't think much of it at first. Sam led me to the circle of light. We reached the appointed area and were met by the CEO and a woman I had seen around the office, but did not know. The CEO continued, "Sandy, our queen from last year, will now crown our new queen. A big round of applause accompanied Sandy's placing of the tiara on my head. "And now," said the CEO, if her escort will take Missy out on the dance floor again, they will lead off in the Queen's Dance." The orchestra struck up a waltz and Sam danced away with me. "One of your fantasies is about to come true, Missy," Sam whispered in my ear as we danced alone in the spotlight. "And just which fantasy is that?" I was just tipsy enough to be only half aware of the line of conversation, but I wasn't totally out of it--not yet, anyway. "One of your sexual fantasies." "Oh, and just which one of those, Sam?" "Oh, you know how you said you might like to be the center of a gang bang sometime?" "So?" "Well, that's about to take place." "You're pulling my leg." "No, honestly, I'm not." "How? Where? And don't I have a say in this? "No, you don't have a say. Your CEO filled me in sometime back. If a woman is chosen as the Queen of Hearts, the rest follows no matter what or who." "The rest?" "Yeah. When this dance is over, I will take you to a specially prepared room. There, you will be 'available' to anyone attending the dance, male or female." "What do you mean, available?" "Just what do you think 'available' means? You'll be their sex toy to use." "OH! Maybe you'd better get me a another drink first, a stiff one." The music ended to cheers and whistles. Sam steered me to the bar for my drink. "Why haven't I heard about this Queen of Hearts thing around the office?" I asked as I downed my drink. "Your boss said it is forbidden to talk about it at the office at any time, for rather obvious reasons. It is just a once a year activity for company morale, I guess." "And in this era of political correctness, this is pulled off without complaint?" "Apparently. I guess they are pretty sure of their queen choice to start with and the other employees attending the dance don't seem to mind the extra entertainment." "What about my new tattoo and the fact I'm pretty sore?" "I don't think you will feel much pain after a short time, at least not tonight." "Thanks for nothing, Sam." Sam led me off to a side door. As the door closed, Sam pushed a button and the door clicked locked. "That also turned on a small red light above the door. That means the room is unavailable for the moment. When the exit door at the other end of the room opens, this door automatically unlocks and the green light beside the red one, goes on." Missy: Valentine Dance Revisited The room was bare, save for a king size bed, a straight back chair that was armless, and a table to one side with large pitcher of water. I would later discover my mistake. It was a pitcher of gin and soda. The room could be furnished in other ways for other purposes at other times. Tonight, it was a sparse but serviceable bedroom. Sam took me in his arms and held me tight. "I'm willing to share you once like this, only once. Enjoy your fantasy." He kissed me passionately. His very stiff cock was crushed into my lower belly. I reached down and unzipped him, freeing his throbbing member. I hiked my skirt out of the way and hopped up with my legs around Sam's waist. He guided his dick into position and I impaled myself on his hard cock. "You first, Sam." His cock slid in easily. The soreness from the tattoo was still there, but it was being overridden by other intense feelings. I had been wet for some time as Sam described what was to happen. Pre cum from his cock contributed more to 'grease the way' as well. He must have been horny as hell too as he shot his wad off in record time. "Oh God, Sam, I'm scared," I said as he uncoupled with a wet pop. "You'll be fine, Missy," he said as he exited the far door. The entrance door opened nearly simultaneously and closed with the click of the lock. I turned to see a statuesque redhead dropping her dress to the floor. She, like me, was sans bra or panties and stood there in just black thigh highs and heels. "One of us is overdressed," she said as she ambled over to me. I dropped my dress and we were suddenly in each other's arms, boob to boob, pelvis to pelvis. "Your tattoo I glimpsed looks intriguing. I want to see more of it." She pushed me down supine on the bed and climbed between my legs to study my tattoo. Her tongue caresses began as a tender laving but, as she got to my labia and slit, turned into a frenzied tattoo of sexual lust. "Sixty-nine," I called out, "I want you too." We eventually finished with a crescendo of orgasms. When we came back down, the lady went over to pick up her dress and then stood before the mirror at the exit end of the room to put herself back together before she stepped out. The entrance door opened again, admitting a middle-aged Black gentleman. I had never had an encounter with anyone of anther race or ethnic background. A moment of anxious trepidation crossed my brow as I stood, naked, facing my next partner with my sex juices still coursing down my thighs in small rivulets. The smell of sex was strong in the room. Mr.B.looked me over from head to toe. He peeled off trousers and shorts, freeing a rather large erection. Sans any preliminaries or foreplay, he picked me up and indicated for me to place my legs around his waist. I was impaled on his erection and we fell back against a wall. Mr. B. then pounded into me and my back thumped hard against the wall with each thrust he made. I still had physical feelings enough, that after he shot his load into me, I also orgasmed with small tremors. He gave me an enigmatic smile as he pulled up his pants and stepped out of the room. The rest of the evening went by in a numb blur. I lost track of the number of people, their gender, and everything else. There was one exception. Somewhere in the parade of bodies, one session involved two men at the same time. I had never experienced a double penetration encounter. It would have been an even more pleasurable experience if it had been the only encounter instead of one in a very long string of encounters. I'll call them Tom and Bob though that is not their real names. I don't even know what their real names were. I recognized only a small fraction of my "guests." Anyway, Tom and Bob, like many of my partners that night, were fascinated by my tattoo. Their mouths and tongues paid a lot of attention to that tattoo, not to mention their cocks. The two men entered the room and, like many others that night, just stared at me to start with. I do have a hefty rack only slightly out of proportion to the rest of my figure. I also happen to be athletically fit and toned with my shaved pussy proudly flashing my newly minted tattoo. Although tired and numb, I still presented a tantalizing piece of ass. The men stripped completely and then hugged me in a sandwich while we stood beside the bed. A stiff, long cock pressed between Tom and my belly. A similarly stiff, long cock pressed my back just above my ass crack and Bob. At first, we just stood motionless, feeling the warmth of our bodies and the sexual tension of the moment. Bob thrust upward first. Then Tom. The two alternated their trusting in a seesaw action, dry humping me front and back. I could feel the precum slicking up their cocks as they worked. "Let's take it to the bed," muttered Tom. Bob lay supine and I was instructed to face him and impale my pussy on his stiff pole. I don't know if it was the excitement of my first DP or what, but some feeling had returned to my love channel as I slowly sank down onto that hard cock. Bob helped himself to two handfuls of boobs as I slid down his erection. I felt Tom climb on behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, picking up a combined mess of fluids to ease his way. A convenient jar of vaseline came out of the table drawer to add to the lubrication. His cockhead suddenly nested against my sphincter. After some difficulty, and then with a soft sucking sound, Tom's helmet popped in. Slowly, the rest of his shaft inched its way fully into my ass. Both cocks slowly pumped in and out of their respective havens, disjointedly at first, but the with a combined rhythm. I could feel them on either side of the thin membranes that separated their love poles. I have never felt so full in my life. This was the first invasion of my back door of the evening and I still had nearly full feelings back there. As I already said, some feeling had also temporarily returned to my pussy for this double fuck. It was definitely an awe inspiring fuck. The two guys kept a slow, steady fuck the entire time. Not pistoning blur. Incredible jolts of pleasure flowed upwards from the fucking I was getting. Bob had the added pleasure of working over my nipples and more with his mouth. My pleasure too, as those feelings met the ones coming from my pussy and finally set off an amazing orgasm in me. My orgasm trigger that of the two guys. Bob came first with a an explosive squirt of cum into the depths of my pussy to be followed my several more smaller squirts. Tom then let go in my ass. He really shot a load in my ass of squirt after squirt of white cum. Drained, we momentarily collapsed into a tight pile. Bob complained about being squashed in to the bed. So, with a loud, sucking pop, Tom withdrew from my ass first. I then eased up and off Bob's cock with another squishy sounding plop. The boys worked together to lick me more or less clean of cum. I returned the favor and got two new hard-ons in return. I patted each stiff dick and said, "Sorry boys, you've had yours for tonight. You'll have to take these out to someone else." They dressed and went out, wearing huge smiles. The evening went on. As I said, I lost track of how many passed through the room and sampled my assets. I was a total zombie, numb and dazed when Sam came in and said it was over. He got my dress on me and we exited the room and left for home. He ended up having to carry me out to the taxi. Needless to say, Sam put me to bed without getting to fuck me. I was out before he even got the covers over me. I didn't even shower. That would have to wait 'til the next day. Later, Sam told me that forty-two men and twenty-three women had made use of my body. "Your shittin' me." I replied. "No, I'm not, and I have the tapes to prove it." "You what?" "I said, I have the tapes to prove it. The mirror was a two-way. There was also a hidden camera in the ceiling, one in the other end of the room, and one in each of the side walls, all recording simultaneously. We have the only copy of all the tapes." "So you say. But how do you know the company top brass didn't keep a copy?" "I don't, but none have ever surfaced from previous years. Not in house, on the internet, or anywhere else. I checked." "Well, Sam, I guess that will provide us with many bedtime movies and valentine reminisces for some time to 'cum', won't it?" Finis ***** [Please, if you liked or disliked this story, constructive feedback and votes are strong incentives for an author to continue producing. Thanks.]