0 comments/ 100083 views/ 5 favorites Party By: Lillyflower72 It was Sharon's 21st birthday and she was excited. Her and two of her friends, Lucy and Annette, were going to go to the local bar district to drink and dance at one of the many clubs down there. It wasn't the fact that she was going to drink she had been doing that for a long time but now she would be doing it legally at a bar and not in the basement of some friend's house after their parents went to bed. She wished she had a boyfriend to celebrate this occasion with. She hadn't had one in months and was starting to get rather horny. Sure, she had toys but they were beginning to bore her. Oh well maybe she'd fine someone tonight to satisfy her. She began to get ready. She was to meet her friends at a hotel. They had decided that it would be a good idea to stay in a room down by the bar district rather then try driving home drunk. They were to meet in room 606 and go to the bars from there. She decided to keep her long hair down so when she danced to would flare out all around her but she would take a hair tie just incase she got hot. She wore a pair of hip hugger boot leg cut jeans which was all the style now a days and a halter top that was cut short to reveal her tight tummy. She put on make-up, which she didn't have to wear because she had a flawless darker complexion that didn't require the help of make-up. She put it on light, just a little bit of eyeliner and shadow to accent her beautifully shaped brown eyes and a little lipstick to bring out the full pout of her lips. When she thought she looked hot enough to step out of the house she got into her car and drove to the hotel. Both Lucy and Annette were already waiting for her when she got there and started to tease her on how long it always took her to get ready. She just smiled and let them know that perfection was something that couldn't be done fast. Both her friends looked good. Lucy was tall and very thin but wore a tight mini dress that accented her small round breast and small ass nicely. Annette was a little shorter than Lucy and just a little heavier and had fuller breast and a fuller ass. She like Sharon wore jeans and a halter. They left the hotel and walked up to the club. For some reason Sharon was a little nervous, she kept thinking they wouldn't let her in even though she was of age. The doorman glanced at her I.D. and nodded his head towards the entrance to the club. They went in and immediately went to the bar to get some drinks. They all preferred Zima but Sharon liked grenadine in hers to filter out the alcoholic taste of the malt liquor. There weren't that many people there yet, they had gotten there a little early. So, they sat in a booth drinking their first drinks and talking to each other. By midnight the club was starting to pick up and the girls were already well on their way to being blitzed. They decided to go out on to the dance floor though there still weren't many people on it. They began to dance with each other, first being away from another but slowly coming into a tight circle and dancing with every inch of their young bodies touching. Many times young men would come up to them while they were dancing and asked one of them to dance but they all said no. They were enjoying dancing with each other. It surprised Sharon that her dancing with Lucy and Annette was making her very horny. She had never imagined just dancing with her friends would make her like this. She'd been naked with the girls many times and never once did she even considered fucking one or both of them. She ignored her feelings and kept dancing. They all decided they needed a rest and a drink so they left the dance floor. There were still some booths open even after the club had become packed. Sharon snatched one and asked Lucy to get her a drink while she held the booth. Many guys came up to her while she was waiting for her friends to come back but she politely turned them all down. Saying she had just got off the dance floor and needed a rest. They all said okay and said they would come back after she sat for a while. She smiled and waved them on. When her friends came back they both scooted in to where Sharon was in the middle of them. They started to talk about what a good time they were all having. Sharon loved being so close to them in the booth. She could turn her head to both sides of her and look down her friends' outfits. She was confused on the feelings she was having towards them both but couldn't help but look at the tops of both of their breasts. She didn't let on to what she was feeling but soon enough Lucy put her hand on Sharon's inner thigh and started to rub it gently. Sharon looked over at her and Lucy leaned her head in to kiss her on the lips. Sharon moaned from the taste of Lucy. She tasted sweet with a mix of her lipstick and sweat on her lips. Annette watched them for a while and then joined in, kissing Sharon's neck and placing her hand on Sharon's tit. Sharon moved her hands to both of the girls' thighs and started to rub on them up and down slowly. Lucy had easy access since she had worn a dress and Sharon went up to rub on her pussy. Lucy wasn't wearing underwear, which was even better. Her pussy was wet and it felt good on Sharon's fingers. After a little while longer of teasing each other they decided to go back to the hotel and finish what they had started. They walked quickly wanting to get to the room before any one changed their mind on what was going to happen. They burst through the door of their hotel room and instantly started to kiss and fondle one another. They all threw off the clothes and went to the bed. Sharon was on her back and Lucy went down and started to lick her waiting clit. It felt so good to have a woman do this. She knew all the right spots to go and Sharon had to control herself or she would cum. She whispered to Lucy to go slower and Lucy obliged. Annette was licking Sharon's nipples and Sharon moved her hand down to finger Annette. Annette's pussy was so wet and hot and Sharon loved to stick her fingers up inside of her. After a while Sharon motioned Annette to come up so Sharon could lick her clit. She loved the taste of her pussy on her tongue and the feel of Lucy's mouth on her. She couldn't control herself any longer and began to cum all over Lucy's tongue and mouth. Lucy put her mouth around Sharon's pussy to catch all the hot juiced spilling forth from her. Annette began to cum also and Sharon liked her juices shooting out over her tongue and chin. They pulled apart for a moment to change positions and Lucy laid down on her back. Sharon moved down to lick Lucy's hard clit and she tasted sweeter than Annette, she had to admit to herself she liked Lucy's pussy better and moved her tongue over it faster and harder then she had done to Annette. Lucy told her to slow down she didn't want to cum to fast so, Sharon moved down and entered her pussy as far as her tongue would allow. She began to slowly fuck Lucy's pussy and Lucy's almost went crazy with ecstasy. Sharon could hear Annette excited moans but didn't look up to see what Lucy was doing to her. She only cared about what she was doing to Lucy. She came back up to her clit and licked and sucked at it feverishly wanting Lucy to cum in her mouth. Lucy started to scream with pleasure and Sharon knew she was about to cum. Her body began to shake uncontrollably with her orgasm and Sharon caught all of her juices that she shot forth into her mouth. Sharon wanted to keep at it but Lucy pulled her away. Sharon looked up at her and Lucy had a mysterious smile on her face. Sharon looked at her questionably and asked what was up. Lucy said that she thought tonight would be the night when she gave into her and Annette and she got up off the bed and went to her overnight bag. She pulled out two toys, one was a strap on and the other just a regular vibrator. Sharon looked at Lucy and said, "the party is on now." Lucy put on the fake dick and handed Annette the vibrator. Sharon took the toy from Annette and told her to spread her legs. She turned it on and began to slowly work it up and down and in Annette's dripping pussy. Annette began to moan and groan loudly and told Sharon how good she was with the vibrator. Lucy came up but instead of inserting the dick into Sharon's waiting pussy she straddled Sharon's chest and started to fuck her titties with it. This turned Sharon on very much, she liked to watch the fake dick move in and out of her titties that Lucy was squeezing together. Lucy told her to lick it and Sharon did so. She licked the head of the toy just as good as she had licked both of her friends' pussies and Lucy began to moan with excitement. She moved up so Sharon could take the whole dick into her mouth. She sucked it just as good as if it were a real dick and this made her very horny. She wanted so badly for Lucy to shove it into her pussy and fuck her but Lucy was getting great enjoyment from watching her take it into her mouth. "That's right baby suck that dick. I love to watch you fuck it with your mouth." Lucy began to cum off of watching her and Sharon loved to have the power of making her cum without being touched at all. Finally, Lucy moved and put the fake dick into Sharon's pussy. She came the minute it was inside her and started to fuck Annette faster and harder with the vibrator has she was cumming. Annette let out a long and loud scream of passion and told Sharon to fuck her harder. Annette came all of the vibrator and Sharon pulled it out to lick Annette's juices off of it. Annette turned around on her hands and knees and told Sharon to stick the vibrator in her ass. She did so and Annette gasped at the pleasurable pain this brought to her and commanded Sharon to fuck her ass harder. Sharon loved to watch Annette's ass take the vibrator and to feel Lucy fucking her in her pussy. After a while Lucy said she wanted Sharon to fuck her with the toy. Annette took control of the vibrator and Lucy and Sharon switched places. Lucy went on her hands and knees and Sharon shoved the dick into Lucy's pussy deeply. She started to fuck her hard and deep and Lucy moaned passionately. Lucy moved Annette onto her back so that she could lick her clit while Annette got herself up the ass with the vibrator. Sharon was going to cum from fucking Lucy's dripping pussy and watching Lucy's tongue move expertly over Annette's red hard clit. From the sounds both the other girls were making she knew they were about to cum too. They all came together with Annette's pussy juices shooting into Lucy's mouth and her ass juices shooting on to the vibrator. Lucy's creamy hot juice went on to the fake dick and Sharon's went down her legs. Sharon took off the strap on and threw it to the floor and Annette threw the vibrator and they all fell to the bed exhausted and fell asleep in each others' arms. Party How about I describe to you, my version of last night at the club, barring that it did not happen, but it was what I would fantasize about ...went shopping for some sexy clothes to wear at the club. While in the fitting room, some chick calls, needs a shoulder to cry on because she split up with here man. Well, I got more important things on my mind, like dressing to get undressed! So, blew her off. Bought six sexy combinations. Mostly pants suits, only because, a dress at a swingers club is a flag. Wave it high and wave it off, quickly, I might add. I want you to work for the big payoff. While making my purchase, got another call, it was from my mother, reassured her of my independence and my new sexual relationship, I don't think she bat an eye. Told her that my partner and I are very happy having sex together and with others, man what balls I got! Would you say that to your mother? I wouldn't. But I did! Too much sex on the brain. Went home got dressed, got to my partners house, waited for the man to dress. Told him to wear the jeans that show off his cute butt. Nice. Got to the club. I always walk around the entire club and deliberately check everyone out. Then I go back to the entrance, make my greetings and search for a couple, or a couple with empty chairs by them. Let the games begin. There is this Brazilian couple I met last week, when I went alone. They are very hot, the chick is just luscious, and her partner is real cute. Well we started to dance, more like grind and touch. Got too hot, when I get hot, not matter what, I start to moan. So I'm moaning on the dance floor. This gets others hot too, and the intensity of the play becomes unbearable. More people are grinding and touching and rubbing and searching and kissing and sucking and grabbing and and and... I just have to stop. And stop I did. Because, as you know, waiting and teasing is part of the fun. It intensifies the actual act tenfold. But, Alas, did not hook up with anyone, only because, it was the first time at this club, for my partner and i. Want him to take it all in first, get comfortable, then jump in head first, and I do mean head first. So, you can imagine the fire burning inside of me. And I know my partner wanted his fill too. I just couldn't wait. My partner loves for me to give him head, and I love to see him enjoying himself, it actually gets me going. Gives me that rush, that urge, the yearn, that feeling that I want penetration NOW! So, we start. We both like it when I am on top. I just jump and rub and sway and just let go. While still on top, he does it in my butt, I enjoy that even better. Mind you, I am attending gym, and one of the reasons, is to build up endurance, because we can fuck all night. Well, I do it on top, facing him and also sitting facing away from him. To me, when we do it in the butt, I can feel a lot more in front. I don't know why, perhaps it is because of all the rubbing up against it. I do know that with him I enjoy it. Some guys are either not well experienced or are too rough. And I am not one to enjoy rough anal sex. Now when we got at in the more conventional way, the wilder the better. I love to be kissed and caressed, nibbled and bitten all over my back. And my legs too. It is like a tease. Just heightens my pleasure. And most of all, even though my partner would rather hold out as long as possible. I prefer that he climax soon. I demand it. Sometimes he won't, because he wants me to cum many times, oh well, party on! Well, when he climaxes, the feeling I get is different than a regular climax, it is one of pure satisfaction, not pulling or rhythmic. But more like a release. When I climax at other times it is of excitement and yearning. But when my partner cums, I am just too off to even want to stop, I want his climax to last and last. Now, do you get the jist of it? Too much here, must relinquish my self to the man. Hope all is well, What does you husband think of all this? Tell him to email me or call, when he is more up to it. Need to know him too. Party "I am so pissed at my boyfriend." I heard a female voice say. I looked around and saw two girls talking. The blond seemed to be nodding in agreement while the redhead emptied her drink. "Maybe I should get him back." "Are you really sure you want to do that?" The blond asked. "Right now, yes." The redhead replied. I saw the blond look around and turned away, hopefully before she saw me watching them. I guess the blond saw me and said something to the other one, cause I soon had the redhead tapping me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, are you here with anyone?" She asked. "Um, no." I said. "Great." She grabbed my hand and started across the living room heading for the stairs. "Look, I don't want to know your name and don't expect anything to come of this." She stated. "No problem." Following her up the stairs, I got a good look at her ass that was barely covered by white panties. Thank God for the man created the miniskirt. Upstairs, she tried a couple of doors before she found an empty room. "I am only doing this because I am pissed off at my boyfriend." She said. "Works for me." I said as she pulled off her top revealing a large set of tits. I sat on the edge of the bed and she stood between my legs. I brought her tits to my face and started sucking on one of the nipples. It wasn't long before they were both sticking out. I turn turns between them both, as I lifted her skirt and pushed her damp panties aside and ran my fingers across her opening. She shuttered and then let out a little scream as I slid two fingers into her cunt. I pumped my fingers in and out fairly quickly, as I wanted to have cum at least once before I fucked her. She had to hold on to my shoulders to keep from falling over as her legs buckled at least three times. I slowed my pace and used my thumb to rub her clit. When she came, her legs gave out again and she rapped her arms around my head, forcing it between her tits. I don't know how long the orgasms lasted but my fingers didn't stop the whole time. After she caught her breath, she pushed my down onto the bed and made short work of removing my pants and underwear. With my hard on free it stood at attention, waiting for attention. She slipped her panties off and tossed them to me, then climbed on to the bed and placed her pussy above my face. As she brought her shaved cunt to my mouth, she was already stroking my cock. I started slow and licked around the edges of her outer lips, but lost focus when she took my cock into her warm mouth and sucked. It was the first time I had ever been in a 69. I thought that her boyfriend must be a lucky guy to have a girlfriend like this. Then I thought that I was the lucky one, since I was having her now. I tried to focus on her pussy, darting my tongue in and out of it while I rubbed her clit with my fingers. She climbed off sooner than I wanted, but she quickly moved and then straddled me impaling herself on my cock. We both let out a moan as she slid down my shaft. If I thought that her mouth felt great on my cock, her pussy was like heaven. As I slid in she tightened her cunt muscles and I knew that I definitely the lucky one. She got herself into a rhythm and I lay back and enjoyed her work, ever so often I would reach up and cup her breasts and play with her nipples. She started top get off, but I pulled her back down and started thrusting my hips hard. I wasn't letting off that soon. I enjoyed having the woman on top. She had to lean forward and support herself, not to fall over. I grabbed her ass and pumped harder. Finally she was able to pull herself off and then rolled over on to her stomach. Once behind her I teased her by running my fingers across her lips again and enjoyed the feeling of pushing my cock back inside of her. She started cursing about her boyfriend and it was getting on my nerves. After she took a breath and started again, I pounded my cock in hard and fast until she lost her train of thought. After the second time it happened, she caught on to what I was doing and turned it into a game. As I was pounding her from behind, I kept a good grip on her ass. I decided to slap it a couple of times, and see how she moved. To my surprise she liked it and asked for more. It wasn't long before both ass cheeks were bright red. "I want you in my ass." She said out of nowhere. Her request surprised me. I had been thinking about it while I was slapping her ass, but didn't want to ruin a good thing if she didn't like it. I pulled out and rubbed my cock around her ass, using her own juices as lubrication. I slipped back into her cunt and pumped until she came again. Once she was done, I lubed her ass up some more before placing the head of my cock against her ass. I pushed gently and felt her tense up. "Relax." I said. I felt her fingers rub my balls then watched as she started fingering herself. I tried again and this time she was much more relaxed with her mind focused elsewhere. I stopped one the head was in so that she could get used to the feeling and allow her ass muscles to loosen. She started moving back and forth a bit to loosen up, when she came again. This orgasm was intense and she was moving around a lot and pushed herself back thrusting my cock all the way into her ass. It was a few seconds between the pleasure of the orgasm and the pain of her ass being assaulted. She buried her face into the pillow to stifle a scream. I waited for her to tell me to pull out of her ass. When she pulled her face out of the pillow, she started moving slowly back and forth. I realized that her ass had loosened and she was enjoying the feeling now. I grabbed her ass and started pumping slowly, matching her rhythm. "Faster." She said. I obliged. The more she moaned, the faster I pumped, sliding my cock in and out of that tight ass. Every so often she let out a scream of pain, but I wasn't going to stop until she told me to. "Oh, god this feels so good." She said. "I would never allow my boyfriend to fuck my ass." I pumped harder. "I want you to cum in my ass." She said. I responded by pumping harder, as I felt close. I tightened my grip on her ass and kept going as I felt about ready to explode. A few more pumps and I shot my first load into her tight ass. I shot load after load and somewhere after I started cumming and before I finished she came again. Once I was done, I pulled out and lay on the bed, spent. She lay beside me for a few minutes before she got up and got dressed. "Thanks." She said and then left the room. "No Problem." I replied to the empty room. I stayed on the bed a few more minutes before getting up and dressed myself. It was then I noticed her panties sitting on the floor where I tossed them. I pick it up and put it in my pocket as a souvenir. Leaving the room, I ran into a friend who had just left another room where they were getting into a drinking game. He handed me a beer and we headed for the stairs. Halfway down the stairs we heard some guy yelling at his girlfriend and then make his way towards us. I looked over and saw that the girlfriend was the girl that I just fucked. Stunned I watched her boyfriend reach the bottom of the stairs and move quickly up them. He pushed his way through us and ran down the hall. I guess she told him what happened but not what I looked like. As my friend and I headed into the kitchen, I saw her give me a smile and then she disappeared into the crowd. Party She found me in my bedroom as I was changing my shirt. I didn't really notice she was there until she backed into the door to close it, shutting out the noise of the party downstairs. Wavy, shoulder length brown hair and smiling rosy lips approached me, not giving me a chance to put on a new shirt. Her hands came up to my chest, her fingers tracing my muscles lightly, giving me goose bumps. She wore low rise black polyester pants, with a black bra underneath that was easily seen through a white semi sheer blouse. Earlier that evening, when she bent over on various occasions, her white lacey thong would play peek-a-boo. Such a contrast in colors was kinda mesmerizing, but nothing like the feel of her black polished finger nails on my skin. My college parties always drew an interesting crowd. And everyone in the crowd was sexy and horny. They knew my parties were really held for one reason, for me, a horny college boy whose parents insisted I live with them to have a little fun. And fun meant all sorts of experimentation of the flesh. And what college student wouldn't want to come to this party? With my parents out of town two weekends every month, I offered a haven for sex and alcohol for reasonably responsible consenting adults. Without a word, she pushed me onto my bed that was just behind me. I sat down and watched her unbuckle my belt, undo my button and zipper, and yank my slacks off. She kneeled down and bent forward, her arms resting on my bed to either side of me, her tongue coming out to lick my abs, her ass sticking out revealing her white thong again. My dick jolted at this image, almost ripping the material of my boxers and almost punching the bottom of her jaw. She pulled my boxers down, coordinating with my body wiggles. Finally I just laid down to make it easier, and before I could get up, my dick was awash in warm saliva, surrounded by cheeks and lips and tongue. She worked me without pause, her left hand pumping in unison with her mouth. I got up on my elbows to watch, her hair curtaining her face, some strands getting in her way. She stopped a moment to pull back her hair, but didn't have anything to bind it back. She grabbed my right hand and had me hold her hair in a pony tail. She then went back to sucking and bobbing. I realized I could help her pace with my right hand that was holding her hair. I started to force bob her head, pushing her down onto me further and further with each bob. I could feel my dick hitting the back of her mouth, and with each force down, she took me into her throat further and further. I was getting so hard and hot, my cum building. This hot chick had no idea that her clothes, her hair in my hand, and her approach just took me to new heights of horniness. Or perhaps she knew I would enjoy it, maybe that's what her plan was. I decided to create deviations in her plan. On her down stroke, I held her head down, my dick deep in her throat, her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft, her nose poking into my abs. Her throat jolted a little in a mini gag, and I let her come up. Her breathing became ragged, but kept her motions going. After two regular strokes, I held her down again, a little longer. Her gag was a little stronger, and when she came up she coughed up saliva onto my pubic hair and breathed hard around my dick to get her breath back. I pushed her down again, her face embedding the spit into my pubic hair, my shaft blocking her wind pipe. She couldn't breath, and tried to struggle up for air, but I held her down, her light thrashing turning me on to no end, I came right there, holding her head down, shooting my cum into her lungs. She thrashed harder, not knowing how to react to cum so deep in her. After I finished shooting my load I let her go, her hair falling around her face, and she coughed hard for several seconds, my cum mixed with her spit landing on her hair and my dick and pelvic region. She laughed while trying to catch her breath, stood up, licked the cum and saliva off her lips and hair, composed herself in my mirror, and walked out with a smile. I needed to wash myself off before rejoining the party, so I walked into my bathroom, which had two doors, one from my room, and one from the hallway so that others could use it. As I entered, two girls were closing the door from the hall way. I froze, standing there naked, the bathtub behind me, the toilet to my right, the sink to my left and a blond and a redhead in front of me, in each others arms, staring and giggling at my cum covered member, which was growing again. The two girls walked passed me, still giggling. One squeezed my ass and the other batted my shaft lightly. The blond stepped into my tub and turned on the shower while the redhead pushed the curtain all the way to the wall, blew me a kiss and stepped in to join. The shower started drenching the two girls and their identical outfits, white lacy cotton blouses, red satin bra's, black mini skirts. They had lost their shoes long ago. I stepped forward but the blond stuck out her finger, telling me to wait and not move closer or else. My dick moved forward for me and my legs ached to close the gap. Water landing on the bathroom floor didn't bother me, I was mesmerized. The girls began kissing each other, under the falling water. Giggles would escape their mouths and glances tore from their locking gazes to see if I was enjoying the show. Their hands played all over each other's wet bodies and clothes. They slowly strip teased in front of me, and my mouth watered in response. Under the skirts were red thongs that matched their bras, but soon, these two teasing hot chicks were naked in my shower, just feet in front of me, knowing they were taunting me. My dick stood on end, the show was amazing. The water falling around their beautiful bodies and the idea that they wanted to play with him was too much. I took a step and then remembered that I wasn't allowed. But with only a foot distance, it was easy for the redhead to reach out and grab me, pulling me into the shower with them. I fondled anything that I could. My tongue sought any crevice it could find. Our three lips met as the water drowned out any sound of my party downstairs. Their hands were all over my body, my chest, my dick, my balls, my ass, and all over each others bodies. I fought for space to press and tweak any of the beautiful breasts in front of me. And my fingers found others as I reached below to find their clits. Finally, the blond decided she needed some oral attention. She stepped out of the tub and laid down on the bathroom floor with her legs hanging over the tub rim. The redhead, still in the tub, leaned over the rim, her legs spread wide with her feet touching both ends of the tub so they wouldn't slide anymore, her hands on the floor holding her up, and her tongue and lips all over the blonds pussy. She licked and sucked so loud I could hear it over the shower. The blond seamed to be in heaven, her eyes half lidded, her breasts laying perfectly on her chest. With the redhead's ass in the air, my dick found its way into her dripping pussy. I slipped in easily, like her cunt sucked in my dick. I had to be careful not to slip in the tub, but I wanted to bang her harder and harder. My thrusts pushed her mouth and chin into the blond, causing the blond to gasp. The water from the shower ran from me, down the redhead's body, drips of it falling from her hanging breasts, some of it flowing down onto the blond's pelvis. The bathroom floor was starting to collect standing water, but I didn't care. I kept fucking this hot contortionistic redhead until I was too sore trying to keep from slipping, so I grabbed her waist and stepped out of the tub, my dick still deep in her pussy, carrying her as she hand walked over the blond, their lips and tongue meeting when I set her down, and started thrusting again. Her pussy walls were so hot and felt like silk. The blond was fingering her and I felt her fingers on my balls every now and then. The redhead couldn't hold it any longer and started shaking as her orgasm sent drips of water flying off her body. The redhead slumped down onto the blond, but the blond grabbed hold of my nut sack, pulling me out of her friend and into her own wet pussy. I complied easily and started thrusting as well as I could with my legs spread wide on the floor. The redhead reached far back behind and grabbed my ass checks, keeping me from pulling out of the blond too far. The blond did the same at my waist. It was great, four hands pressing me to fuck deeper and harder. The blond's eye lids were fluttering, and the redhead was still exhausted, but their two bodies still beckoned me on. The redhead almost got thrown into the air as the blond came with such ferocity. Her whole body convulsed. It was too much to see one beautiful slumped body rocked by another beautiful orgasming body. I came again, surprising since I had just cum with the recent blowjob. I filled up the blond but she and her friend wouldn't let me go. Their four hands still keeping me deep inside her. I leaned over to kiss the back of the redhead's neck, her soft skin tickling my lips. That made all of us grin. The two girls ran into my bedroom and closed the door behind them to continue their play. I decided I should go downstairs, so I grabbed my bathrobe hanging on the door to the hallway. I turned off the shower, decided to leave the girls clothes in the tub and the water still standing on the floor, opened the door and walked out. The party was still raging below, and the noises carried up the main stairs. My door was still closed but I could hear laughing from behind it. I walked down the hall to a spiral staircase that descended to the mudroom, connected to the garage and kitchen. The door to the kitchen was made of wood and had mini vents. I could see a girl standing there looking around the kitchen, and she was alone, a brunette, wearing a thigh length, plaid, pleated skirt and a black blouse. She was drinking from a cup. She looked hot from behind, a little shorter than I, and my dick was responding again, rising up and almost parting my bath robe. I decided to attack. I opened the doors real quick, grabbed the girl from behind, sending her cup flying, and pulled her into the mudroom. She saw that it was me, and knew that I had a reputation for screwing all the girls that came to my parties. The look in her eye said she had been waiting for me. She pulled my robe apart and off as I closed the doors again. Just me, her and the washer and dryer. I grabbed her blouse and ripped it down the middle from her neck, and pulled it off of her, revealing a lacy, see through, purple bra. Her hand grabbed onto my stiff dick as I pulled her bra down to rest at her waist. Her breasts stood there with pointed nipples. My fingers pinched them as I came in and kissed her hard on the lips. Her hand rubbed up and down my shaft, her other hand reaching back to find the dryer behind her. She pulled away from me and hopped up on the dryer, which was shorter than average, which made her pussy the perfect elevation for me. She brought her skirt up and revealed no panties. Her dripping lips beckoned me and my dick slid right in. She was hot, wet, and felt very nice. I started thrusting, my knees hitting the dryer with each pound. She leaned back, her head up against the wall, her hands holding on to the dryer so that she didn't slide off. She moaned, loud too. But most of the party was loud. My thumb rubbed her clit as I continued to push into her and pull out, and push in again. Her breasts bounced with each cycle. The dryer started when the girl's pressed into the started knob. She jumped, scared at first, but the vibration was helping. Motion from the dryer teamed up with my thrusting cock and my rubbing thumb. She was going crazy. Her body tensed and her moans got louder, until she came hard and with violent shakes. I couldn't keep my hold of her and my dick popped out right as I was cumming, my cum squirting all over her beautiful body. The girl calmed down and started to wipe her body with her blouse. She pulled up her bra and grabbed a white t shirt that was sitting on the washer. She then jumped down from the dryer, kneeled down to lick the remaining drops of cum off my shaft, then walked out to the kitchen again. After putting my robe back on, I walked into the kitchen to grab some beer. It was early enough that people were still drinking what they had brought, and not yet rummaging through my stuff. When I closed the fridge I saw her standing there with a devilish grin. As she stepped forward I noticed several things all at once. She had beautiful flowing brown hair, and sparkling green eyes. And she wore no shoes and tight white pants and a matching white t-shirt that showed her belly. But the material was very sheer, almost a very fine mesh, allowing everyone and their grandmother to see what she wore underneath. Hot pink blazed through the white. She wore a thong, and a matching bra. The bra however didn't totally cover her breasts, but stopped just below the nipple, leaving the whole upper half, and her very hard nipples visible. Between her left forefinger and thumb she carried a little blue pill. When she reached me, she put the blue pill in mouth, and I washed it down with some of my beer. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the dining room. In this formation, we paraded around my house. Everyone we passed was staring at her beautiful body under the sheer white. We walked up the main stairs and passed by my bedroom doors and heard two girls yelling in pleasure. As we reached my parents bedroom, my dick was parting my robe, and I was surprised that the blue pill was working so fast. Sexy girl closed the door and locked it. She then approached, turned me around and threw me on the bed. My robe parted more, and my dick pointed to the ceiling. She kneeled and her mouth found its way to my throbbing dick. She wasn't bashful at all, taking me into her hot mouth. She moved up and down, just with her lips, her hands on either side of me. Each time she reached the top she would suck on the head with her lips wrapped around the rim. Moving down she would blow, sometimes out, sometimes in. The movement of air was great. And her warm tongue tickled my cock's underbelly. After several tortuous cycles of this, she finally brought one of her hands up to my base and wrapped it firmly, its strokes matching her mouth. I was a hot and hard piston. She pulled her mouth and hand off, knowing that I was hating her for it. She did a little strip tease out of her shirt and pants, which didn't reveal anything new, but was still fun to watch. She gave the innocent looks, and the erotic poses. My dick just pulsed in response. She ended the strip by facing away from me and bending over, her ass in full view, and another surprise, her thong was crotch less and her engorged pussy lips blew me a kiss. She quickly turned around and jumped on top of me, straddling my hips. Her pussy was hot and wet and dripping on me already. But she didn't let me penetrate. Her lips rubbed up and down my shaft, coating it in her juices. She bucked and rotated her pelvis. Every now and then the tip of my dick would poke her click, and she gasped and sighed in response. Her breasts jiggled and swayed in front of me, her nipples pointing right at my mouth. I tried to reach my lips and tongue up to taste them but she quickly pushed me down again. It was clear who was in charge tonight. It was time again to change her teasing technique. She whipped around into a sixty nine, but up on her feet with her legs bent. This gave my throbbing rod easy access to her mouth, but her pussy was a good foot or so above my head, completely out of reach. Her breasts pressed against her knees. Her mouth and hand once again worked my dick with exquisite pleasure, and her pussy dangled above me, dripping onto my face. Again I tried to make contact but every time she would straighten her legs, while still sucking and deep throating me. When I gave up she returned her beautiful cunt to a foot above my head. It was all driving me crazy. She finally got up and waited for me on her hands and knees. Her ass turned up so that her pussy lips poked through the crotch less thong. Her boobs dangled below her, pretty much falling out of the half bra, and her head turned back with an innocent pout, waiting for me to do something, and her hair fell downward to the bed. I jumped up and grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her pussy. Her warm, silky walls clamped down on me and I help my position for a brief second, relishing her feel around me. Then I started thrusting, in and out, I glided smoothly as she dripped more and more of herself out and onto the bed. Each insert made her breasts swing and her ass jiggle, and her head came up and back arched in rhythm. Each exit brought her head down and a sigh of desire. Soon she was moaning and laughing, feeling my dick so far deep into her. Every now and then she would turn her head back again to give me seductive faces that showed ecstasy. She felt so yummy. I had to cum right there. My grip on her hips got tighter, and I rammed into her faster, my thighs slapping her ass, and my balls swinging into her clit. I started to pant, and she joined me. I reached out one hand to grab between her shoulder and neck and pull her back with each thrust. Her breasts where swinging faster, trying to keep up with our motion, the bra not supporting it very much anymore. Thrust after thrust I felt my cum build. My thrusting got more vicious, more heated, more needy. Finally I blew, and my load kept up for several quirts. I struggled to hang on as my cumming sent waves and jolts through me. I pushed her forward when my spasms subsided, so that she laid down on her tummy, and I continued to thrust into her. With my weight on top of her, her grunts were heavier. The blue pill kept me stiff as a pole, and my thrusting kept her huffing and puffing with pleasure. I pulled her arms up over her head and kissed the back of her neck. Our fingers inter-twirled. My pelvis was cushioned by her beautiful ass as it rocked to thrust my dick in and out of her. I pushed up on my elbows to get a better entry angle and kept fucking her. We decided to roll on our sides, her pussy walls still gripping my dick. I brought her top leg up and into the air and told her to hold it with her hand. With her clit exposed, my fingers went to work as I continued to thrust into her. She looked back at me, closed her eyes and bit her lip as I pleasured her. I rubbed her with two fingers, trying to keep in beat with my fucking. She reached down to play with my balls and I pushed into her harder. My fingers quickened, and her body responded with shakes and finally exploded, making her whimper. Her pussy clamped down my pulsing shaft. We moved again, this time rolling off the bed and onto our feet, still not pulling out of her. She leaned forward, elbows and forearms on the bed, and her legs straight. Again my hands gripped her waist. I moved slowly and rhythmically, feeling every inch of her cunt wrapped around my dick. Little trembles still reverberated in her body. She mmmm'ed and ahhh'ed as I pushed in and pulled out. It occurred to me that this is exactly what she had planned on tonight, and was loving it. I reached forward with both hands and grabbed her hanging breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. More in and out, and my throbbing heat was burning her pussy. I decided to pull out of her, and she pouted at me again. I quickly turned her face up, pulling her legs up and straight again. I had to spread my legs to get down do where I was level with her, and pushed my dick into her again. She sighed with relief as I began fucking her again, holding on to her ankles in front of me. Still slow and purposeful, I watched her chest rise and fall, her nipples hard still with anticipation, her mouth changing between grins and o's, her eyes half lidded staring at me. She was beautiful, her body looked good enough eat. More in and out. Party Again, I decided to pull out of her, and this time she shut her eyes and exhaled slowly. I spun her around, still face up, with her head now towards me, hanging over the edge, looking right at my balls. The spin was easy cause of the satin comforter. I pushed my dick into her mouth and watched her throat bulge. I pushed in and out, slowly still, feeling my balls rest on her eyes, being tickled by her eye lashes. Her chest rose and fell slower, controlling her breath as my cock blocked her air passage with each insert. Each time I pushed further, slow to give her time to adjust. Her hands came around and grabbed my ass, pushing me further into her throat, it was great. She began humming, the vibration in her throat tingled my rod, and I came again, gushing into her throat. She swallowed without panic, licking every drop from me. I was still hard, and she hopped off the bed and tugged my dick for me to follow her. We went into the bathroom where my parents had a Jacuzzi. We filled it up and hopped in. She kept her thong and bra on, soaking them. I sat on the bottom and she sat on top of me, her legs wrapping around my waist and my dick once again entering her hot pussy. The surrounding warm water and her hot body excited me further. We rocked and pumped, creating waves in the water, some of it going over the edge. Her hair clung to her neck and back, and her bra got heavy and stuck to her skin. Drips of water and perspiration fell down her neck and chest, glistening her breasts. The fucking was slow and passionate, and I realized that I loved fucking this girl. And then it occurred to me that I wasn't sure if I had known this girl before tonight. We frenched as we fucked, for a long time, never approaching orgasm, but never really wanting to, resting for what was to come. She pulled the drain open and let the water flow out. She then got up, unhooked her bra to let her breasts free. They were beautiful, hanging there, nipples still as hard as my cock. She stepped out of the tub and pulled her thong off. Leaving both on the floor she pranced back into the bedroom. I got up to follow her and found her laying on the bed, soaking the comforter. My dick still pointed straight at her, and she told me to lay down. She straddled me again but this time guided me into her quickly. She began to ride me, her body moving in mesmerizing patterns, her breasts rising and falling. She rested her hands on my stomach and leaned forward to try different pressures on my dick. I watched her, enjoying the show, enjoying the fuck. Water still dripped from her hair and body. I moved her hands to either side of me and sat up to nibble on her nipples. She let me this time and enjoyed it, a moan escaping from her lips. She started riding me harder, controlling the pace of her pleasure, and I layed back down to watch her get what she wanted. I helped by thrusting my pelvis up in time. She stared down at me with a luscious grin. She was getting hotter, and wilder, her rocking got more powerful as she continued. Finally, she was approaching her orgasm, concentration on her face, her mouth in the shape of an o. Her body began to tremble and I grabbed her waist with my two hands tightly and fucked her hard just as the trembles began to grow. She howled and told me to fuck her harder. My hips rose above the bed every time, supporting both our weights on my head, neck and feet. Her trembles were growing to earthquakes as wave after wave of multiple orgasms hit her. They sent chills into me and I responded with convulsions of my own, as I jizzed into her again. We finally settled down and fell asleep with exhaustion. The party, I hear, was another great success, but I was happy to have found a new fuck buddy. And fuck we did several times in each of the weekly fuck fests we had from then on. Party Yeah it was a surprise, probably would have been more of a surprise if I had not been a bit drunk at the time. I was visiting my mother for the weekend and she set up a quick party to celebrate the visit. Nothing big, it was just a few of her friends who knew me and a few of my friends, including my current girlfriend who drove in from the college for the party. I had slipped upstairs to go to the bathroom and since it was the small bathroom directly off my room I didn't bother to completely close and lock the door before I started. Anyway, I had a lot beer to drink so I was only about half way finished when I heard the door creak behind me. Figuring it was my girlfriend sneaking in, I didn't turn or try to stop, I just continued. It was only when I heard, "You're getting it all over the rim, just like when you were little," and suddenly my mother squatted down beside the toilet. "Here let me show you," she continued, grabbing my cock from my hand and aiming it for me. "Mother..." "Now don't interrupt me. You used to pee all over the place when you were younger. See how easy it is," she said, aiming my cock so the stream lightly glanced off the porcelain before trickling into the water. "So much less splashing." As the last of the stream trickled into the water, she reached over and grabbed a bit of toilet paper and dabbed the last droplets of urine from the tip of my cock. Dropping the toilet paper into the water, she reached up flushed the toilet and said, "And if you bothered to wipe like us girls we wouldn't have to continually clean up those yellow stains from the floor." Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I went to turn and slide my cock back into my pants, but my mother wouldn't let go. She actually tugged it back and began stroking it. "Mother, you're drunk," I said, gritting my teeth as my cock began to harden. "Not so drunk that I don't know what to do with this," she replied, working her hands up and down my shaft as I came fully erect. I reached down to pull her hands away when she moved her head forward, opened her mouth and slid it over the bluish head of my cock. She closed her lips around it and began sucking hard as her right hand firmly grasped my shaft. "Mom... ah," I interrupted myself with a moan as I leaned back against the sink pushing my hips forward. The feeling enveloping my cock was incredible, beyond anything I had experienced before. Certainly well beyond anything any of my girlfriends had ever done. Seeing my response, she pulled her head back and said, "Yeah, I didn't think any of your girlfriends were treating you right. Any of them make you feel like this?" she asked before sliding her mouth back down over my cock. "No Mom, nothing like this," was all I could mumble as I began rocking my hips back and forth watching my cock slide in and out her mouth as her hand slid quickly up and down the shaft. Continuing to suck hard, my mom then reached up and began massaging my balls with her free hand. I grasped the sink with my hands steadying myself as I gave in to the pleasure she gave me. In just moments I felt the pressure building in my balls and with a moan I arched my back, shoved my hips forward and came, spurting my cum into my mother's mouth. As I began to cum she reached her hands around and cupped my ass, holding me tight to her as she swallowed and continued sucking. I was about to reach down, perhaps cup her breasts when I heard, "What the hell is going on?" I looked up and saw my girlfriend standing at the door. I immediately froze as my mother calmly, took one last long suck from my cock, stood up, dabbed a bit of cum from her chin with a finger and slowly liked the white gob before saying, "Don't worry sweety, I'm just showing my son what he should expect from a woman. You better step up your game from now on." She then reached up, patted me on my cheek and walked out of the bathroom. "You disgusting shit," was all my girlfriend could say before turning, pushing past my mother and running downstairs. I quickly slipped my cock back into my pants, zipped up and then tried to catch her, but by the time I made it downstairs and out into the front yard, her car was pulling away. I probably should have been a bit upset, but damn, if what my mother had just done to me was really what I could expect from a woman, I realized my girlfriend was simply going through the motions. I guess I just needed a woman a bit more like Mom. Stepping back into the house I noticed my mother sitting on the couch talking with some of her friends. She looked up, nodded to me and voicelessly said, "We'll talk later." I then walked into the kitchen where I explained to a couple of my friends that I was in the market for a new girlfriend, all the while wondering what Mom and I would have to talk about when the party was over. Party 911 "People are coming over tonight," my sister Vanessa hissed threateningly. I knew why the statement came across so venomously. Vanessa was twenty, two years my senior, and living at home again. She was supposed to be the responsible one while my parents were away. I had been grounded for staying out too late on the night of my high school graduation. Not to mention, getting a nasty speeding ticket trying to get home faster. My mom and dad had enlisted her to watch me and to keep the rules. They were paying her to watch me! And now she was throwing a party, which undoubtedly would be blamed on me should anything go wrong. Vanessa had been a seeming angel growing up, but had always kept her pitchfork and horns ready for when my parents weren't watching. "You really shouldn't," I said haughtily. "Mom and Dad said no parties." "They said to make sure you didn't go to any parties. They said nothing about me." "They said no parties. Period. That means you too," I taunted. "Whatever. Its just the girls. Not even a real party." Vanessa's tone told me that it wasn't as simple as that. "You know what they said about alcohol in the house," I pushed. The look of anger on her face told me that I had hit the nail on the head. I put my hands on my hips and smiled victoriously. "What would they say if they knew you were throwing a party, and were drinking underage." "They won't know, because you won't tell them." "How do you know I won't," I fired back. "Because I'll kill you if you do," she had a look in her eye that told me she meant business. But being a committed younger sister I didn't give up. "Well, if I see any alcohol, I'll definitely have to tell them. I just don't know how I'd handle being around that kind of peer pressure." "You little cunt. If you so much as press a button on the phone tonight, I'll see that you regret it." "That all depends on you now doesn't it." I turned happily away from her, sashaying happily from the room. I could practically hear her blood boiling behind me. Wisely, she didn't push the issue. I headed for my room and entertained myself on Facebook and MySpace for a while. A couple of hours later, I heard the sound of people arriving downstairs. I crept onto the landing and peeked down to the kitchen. I could see strappy sandals and flip flops galore. It seemed to be an all girl affair, as Vanessa had promised. Their voices were loud and energetic, and they seemed to be having a good time. Privately, I hoped that the alcohol would come soon. The few hours alone had given me a brilliant idea. I waited and bided my time. It wouldn't take long for the music to be cranked up, and the giggles and behavior to get a little more wild. When they moved into the family room, I snuck further down the stairs and confirmed my suspicions. There was a bunch of alcohol- beer, wine, liquor, and mixers spread across the kitchen table and counters. I couldn't believe the twelve girls I had counted were planning on consuming that much. As the party continued, I grabbed the house phone and returned to my bedroom door. Nervously excited, I dialed. 9-1-1. "9-1-1, what's your emergency," a female voice on the other end of the line inquired. "I need the police," I whispered into the handset. "There's a really noisy party next door. I see a lot of young kids drinking and making a ruckus." "A party? Do you know any of the participants?" "Just the neighbor's daughter. I think she's only twenty." "What's your name ma'am." "Mrs. Rusher," I replied, remembering the name of my elderly neighbor. I figured Vanessa would probably buy it that she had called on her. "Mrs. Rusher? What's your address?" "2-1-0 First Avenue South. Kent." "Thank you Mrs. Rusher. We'll send some officers over." "Thanks," I practically yelled. I was so excited. I had my sister trapped. The next half hour was spent peeking through the blinds. Every car that passed by caused my heart to leap a little. I was certain it would be the cops! Finally, a long dark navy sedan crept to a stop in front of the house. Its lights were off, but the profile was unmistakable. They were finally here! I watched as two heavier set men stepped from the car. The badges on their chest glinted in the street lights. My excitement grew as another marked vehicle pulled up behind it. Another two uniformed officers stepped out. Lastly, a third vehicle arrived, this one a large SUV with a dozen additional antennas and an unusual light array on the front. Six cops! This was going to be so good! Vanessa was dead! Things started going sideways almost immediately. I watched as the two officers who had arrived first walked around Mrs. Rusher's little white picket fence and up her driveway. The other four stood by their vehicles, watching our house. I knew that the bay windows would show the party going on in the interior. Why wouldn't they act! After about ten minutes, the two officers returned and there was a brief meeting by the cars. I watched as one of them relayed something to the station through a shoulder mounted radio. I didn't think it was going well. Mrs. Rusher would have undoubtedly not called- she was very hard of hearing and would never have noticed the goings on here. Just when I thought my plan was doomed, the officers began to climb our driveway. I watched as two of them crossed around the side of the house, their flashlights sweeping this way and that. For a few minutes I could see the legs and feet of four of them as they stood at the door. I understood that they were waiting for the sliding glass door to be covered by the others. I crept back out onto the landing and lay there, watching for the action to start. In my hurry to catch site of my orchestration coming together, I didn't realize that Vanessa had gone up to her room to retrieve something. Now she was behind me, and she would definitely figure it out once the cops burst in. "Stay up here," she threatened as she passed me. "Don't you dare disrupt me or embarrass me in any way. Got it?" "Okay," I answered meekly. She already seemed buzzed, her face slightly flushed and her body relying on the railing. As her sandals danced down the stairs, I heard a loud booming knock from the front door. It was a go! I heard Vanessa dart around her friends, hurriedly whispering for them to hide the alcohol as she opened the door. Immediately one of her friends killed the music. From the landing I couldn't see exactly what was going on, so I crept down a few more steps and hugged the wall. All six of the officers were now in the house, two blocking off the retreat through the back yard and the other four spreading around the front of the living room and entry. All were gruff looking men. A few of them were rather intimidating in their fitness, but the other three were just big blocky slobs. I felt so much excitement. Vanessa looked down right petrified as the officers examined the room and quickly found the stashes of alcohol. "Alright, we need to see some ID, all of you!" A couple of the girls produced their driver's licenses right away. Others weakly said they had forgotten them. One of the officers sorted the two apart. Those with ID on the couch, those without against the entertainment center. As the officers examined the identification cards, he called out the ages. "19. 19. 20. 20. 20. 19. 20. Seven underage. Blow into the mouthpiece please." He held a white plastic looking thing out towards the first of the underage girls. I could see tears starting to fall from several of their faces. Busted, I screamed inwardly, feeling quite the winner. One by one, the girls failed their breathalyzer tests. Vanessa was the last one to blow, and I could tell from the soft shudder of her body that she too had failed. I started feeling a little guilty when I looked to the ID less girls. One of the officers had them turn and put their hands on the wall or the edge of the entertainment unit and spread their legs. Their big greasy hands were 'patting them down', although I could not imagine for what. Their skirts were too short or their jeans too tight. They couldn't hide anything. I saw a few of the girls protest as their hands got very personal. Another of the officers had discovered the purse stash on the counter and had rummaged through them. Soon the five missing IDs were found and the girls' ages confirmed. That didn't stop the searches. Soon the other girls were up on the wall, also being patted down and felt up. Vanessa was made to lean on the back of the couch. One of the more muscular officers started at her bare ankles and ran them over the length of her legs to the edge of her mini. I watched horrified as he slipped his hands beneath the material. Vanessa' skirt rose up as his hands did. For thirty seconds I watched as his hands molested her. I wasn't sure of the exact actions but it looked like he was fingering her. I could see that Vanessa's skin was flushed red and she was frozen still. After the girls had received similar treatments from the officers, they finally abandoned their molestations. "Here's the deal ladies. I need you all to remain with your hands placed in front of you. We're getting some extra sets of cuffs and have back up on the way. Since there isn't anyone here we can turn you over to, you're going downtown and will be booked for possession and drinking," the officer who had groped my sister explained loudly. I saw all of the girls react vehemently, begging and pleading to be let off, just this once. As the crescendo of pleas of desperation grew, the officers all glanced from one to another. I watched as a grin grew across each of their faces. Some of the girls were offering money to buy there way out. "Quiet down," shouted the big one again. "This is it. Bribing an officer of the peace is a federal offense. You just all added a felony to your list of misdoings here. That's a big deal." All of the girls were suddenly silent, a few of them sinking to the floor in shock and fear. This was definitely not what I had intended. "However," he continued. "We might be able to work something out." At that, I saw the young females' heads snap back up, and I found that I was a little disappointed that they were going to get off. "All of you in a line," he ordered, pointing to the floor of the living room. The girls obeyed instantly, Vanessa even hopping the couch to get in position. "Take off your clothes," his bellowing instruction continued. Three of the girls started undressing, seeming to have already understood the deal that was being made. But Vanessa didn't seem too interested. "Fuck you," she suddenly blurted. "That's a crime!" The big man was suddenly on her, his hand pinching her chin cruelly as he practically lifted her from the floor. "Listen bitch. You got yourself into this mess, and you better learn to get yourself out. We're going to do what we're going to do. Its just easier on you if you're obedient." I was wide eyed, not believing the drama that was playing before me. "I'll fucking report you all," my sister weakly threatened. "And no one will believe you," he corrected. "Six officers, a bunch of lying underage drinkers. You're parents will know you're just covering up for yourselves. If you want to go that route, we file the police report and haul you off now. That what you all want?!" Eleven of the girls were now undressing, most stopping as they reached their undergarments. Vanessa was stoically still for just a second, but wisely thought better of it. Her t-shirt was quickly pulled over her head, and her skirt was dropped to the floor. She kicked it aside and glared maliciously back at him. "We didn't say undress part of the way," the officer commanded as he began to pace the line of his captive audience. He grabbed one girl's bra and ripped it right off her chest. "Bras and panties, ladies, bras and panties." Behind him, the row of officers was grinning and giving out lewd cat calls. A few were grabbing their crotches suggestively. I watched in horror as the girls shed the remaining, skimpy, articles of clothing. Soon their bare bottoms were faced my direction, their hands coiled protectively around their lithe bodies. The officer in charge paced the line once more, eying his whimpering prisoners. "Hands by your sides," he instructed. Slowly, the girls' hands fell, most of them now staring intently at the floor as they displayed their nudity to men for the first time. As he paced, he began to touch. He'd take one girl's breast in his hand and lift and squeeze, testing her size and firmness. Another girl would have her nipple pinched, a little squeal escaping from her lips as he crushed it between his fingers. "Legs apart," he ordered next. "Spread 'em!" One by one, my sister's friends parted their legs, some standing with feet at shoulder width and others narrower. He didn't like that much. I heard an odd clicking noise and realized he had pulled his baton from his belt. There was a redhead at the front of the line who was the first to understand how harrowing this experience would be. "Open up your mouth. Give my stick some good head, bitch," he instructed as he held the baton before her lips. Nervously, the girl leaned in, her lips barely parting to take the stick into her mouth. When she didn't move further, he grabbed her auburn locks and forced her to take it deep into her throat. He began to pump her head on the stick. "This will be a good lesson for you. Men don't like having to do the work." As she continued to 'practice' on the baton, he gave instruction. When he was satisfied with his pupil's learning he pulled it from her mouth, leaving the blunt weapon covered in her saliva. A blond girl was next in line and next on his list of targets. "You ever fucked a man," he taunted as he moved to her. She shook her head affirmatively. Yes, she'd had sex. "Answer with a yes, sir, or a no, sir, bitch." "Yes, sir," she timidly affirmed. "Good then this won't hurt so bad!" Taking the crossbar of the baton he dropped it between her spread legs and forced it up into her snatch. "OWWW! NO, PLEASE!" The girl yelled as her friend's saliva was the only lubricant assisting the penetration of the baton in her cunt. Over a foot of the thing seemed to be buried in her by the time the officer stopped pushing and the girl was practically scratching the skin off her thighs as he held it there. "Hurting yourself ain't going to make this better. Lay back on the couch," he ordered further. As the girl settled on the couch, baton still firmly clutched in her cunt, he demanded that she pull her legs up. As her legs rose in the air, she exposed her most intimate areas to a room full of people. I could see her body turn red with embarrassment as she was put on display. The officer grabbed the handle of the baton and began to pump it into her channel, using it like a large cock. The blond's stomach tensed with every shove, with every push. Not satisfied with her performance, the officer angrily spanked her exposed ass cheeks. "Now bitch, you better make the best of this. That goes for all of you. I'd hate to have to give anyone stitches where they don't want them. Now blondie, I want you to play with your clit and make sure you do it properly. I can tell. You," he yelled indicating a dusty shorter brunette who had stood on the left of the blond. "C'mere!" The brunette was a little more curvy for her size then the other college aged girls in the room. But she was quick and was standing where the officer indicated quickly. She was rewarded by the clutch of his large palms over her tits and then the shove of his fingers between her thighs. "This one is actually wet!" I watched as the girl flushed at the announcement, but she did not try to deny it. The officer pushed her thighs apart further and rapidly fingered her with two digits. She was trembling by the time he withdrew them from her snatch. Sure enough, even I could see the coating on the digits. All of the other cops gave a sarcastic round of applause at the discovery. I could see that the girl was very ashamed, and her anxiety would only be complicated. The officer who had taken charge now forced her to her knees before the blond girl. "I want you to lick her asshole while she's playing with her clit. And take care of that baton, make sure its giving her a good fucking. You got me?" The brunette didn't hesitate, seeming to want to move on from her own arousal. I watched as her head dipped beneath the imposing black shape of the baton. The blond whimpered at the first touch of the tongue to her asshole, and whimpered again as the brunette began to pump the baton into her snatch. The blond's fingers were still toying with her clit, sliding over her pink folds and pinching the hidden nub there. The noises coming from her pussy were now loud enough to be heard by everyone. The commanding officer helpfully informed everyone that the sounds they were hearing was her arousal. But from what I could see of her body's movement, she was in her own world as she likely was being tongued for the first time. Satisfied that his first two pupils were doing so well, the officer moved back to the red head. I could tell that she was nervous, now feeling like she had gotten off easily. "Thomas, front and center." One of the younger, more physically fit officers stepped out of line. "I think some Irish pussy is on the menu, don't you?" "Yesss, sirrr," the man drew out as he moved towards the helpless redhead. He pushed her back to the couch, beside the reclining blond and her increasingly amorous partner. For several seconds he groped her chest and forced her to kiss him. Following his leader's instruction, he pushed her thighs open and dropped down to her pussy. Her red hair seemed to glow lightly around the V of her thighs and I saw him give a vicious smile as he leaned in. Watching the girl's face, he began to lick and probe her folds with his tongue. He focused first on spreading his saliva over the whole of her labia. All of her folds were soon coated with his fluid. Then, he began to strum his tongue over her clit, probing underneath its covering until it was directly stimulating her hardened pleasure center. Everyone watched the couch display; even a few of the girls turned their heads to examine the increasing eroticism. I was worried that my presence might be discovered on the stairs, but the scene drew everyone's undivided attention. I could feel my own arousal growing, but I made no move, despite the warming embers within my cotton panties. Somehow, it seemed like my part in this thing would be more perverse, if I got off on it. So I squirmed on the carpeted surface of the stairs, trying to keep my attention on my sister and her friends. Thomas was apparently good at what he was doing. The redhead had hooked her legs behind his head, without any instruction. She was now actively grinding her pussy on his face, working herself off. Behind them a few of the cops were freeing their hard cocks. It was my first time seeing one, outside of a science book. And the images of an illustrated profile of a flaccid penis were nothing like the odd protrusions that were engulfed in the policemen's hands. But the lead officer was far from done. He moved back to his group of submissive prisoners. "Alright, this is your house, isn't it?" He had selected Vanessa as his next target. "Yeah," she answered defiantly. She was trying to appear confident, in command, even when she had no say in what occurred. "The correct answer was yes, sir. Do you understand?" "Sure," came her curt reply. I winced, despite the excitement that built as my sister obviously was about committ proverbial suicide. His hand had a fistful of her hair before she could react and she was forced face first into the couch on the other side of the blonde girl who was increasingly enjoying her ordeal. I got the feeling that Vanessa was not going to be treated too similarly. I had to suppress a gasp as he began to rain slaps down on her ass. The assault was torrential, sudden, vicious. I was certain that no others would dare to disobey him after witnessing it. Party 911 Despite my sister's obvious suffering, my pussy was throbbing. As he continued to violently spank her, I could no longer resist the urge to touch myself. My right hand dove between the elastic band of my gym shorts and panties and was stimulating my cunt. I pushed a finger into myself in time with the steady stream of blows on my sister's bright red derriere. God, it was so satisfying, seeing Vanessa finally taught a lesson. When he finally stopped slapping her ass, he rose quickly and grabbed the next girl in line. I recognized her as Alyssa. She was tall, African American, and very fit. She played basketball and ran for the high school that Vanessa had attended and was one of her few friends whom she had kept in contact with after graduation. He drug Alyssa to Vanessa's tremoring form. "Here's the deal, either you get three fingers in her ass or she gets a baton. And I guarantee you I can make it fit!" Alyssa looked petrified at the threat and reluctantly sunk to her knees beside Vanessa's behind. She whispered something to my sister that I could not hear. Vanessa did reach behind her and pulled her butt cheeks further apart. She was preparing herself for the coming violation. Alyssa leaned over my sister, her head getting quite close to the burgundy slap marks on Vanessa's ass. I watched as she drooled spit down into her crack, and then spit a few more times directly on her hole. Most of the girls were still, while the men were crowding closer to get a better view. Vanessa's back tensed as Alyssa placed her fore, middle, and ring finger in a tight bunch at the entrance to her hole. I watched as the dark skin of Alyssa's arm flexed, and she leaned her weight into the press. I heard a long low whine escape from my sister and the couch that muffled her cry. Centimeter by centimeter, her black fingers pressed into my sister's creamy ass. Vanessa was shaking as Alyssa did her best to fit her fingers into the tiny opening. After a minute, all three fingers were stuffed in up to the knuckles. Alyssa paused again, repeating her drool and spit routine. Satisfied that her friend was lubricated she started to apply more pressure. My sister's body seemed to be shivering uncontrollably, as the trio of digits filled her hole. The next occurence took everyone by surprise. Alyssa's free hand moved to Vanessa's sex. Gently, her flattened fingers circled and petted her opening. It was a soft, loving gesture, odd considering the circumstances. Vanessa calmed slowly, as her attention was drawn away from the constant push of the other hand in her bottom. There seemed to be some prior secret experience that was now coming to light. Alyssa's fingers were now completely within my sister's ass. Vanessa had stilled the tremors that had racked her body while she was being penetrated. Now she seemed to be peacefully resting while Alyssa continued to pet and play with her cunt. The head man moved on, forcing two girls into a sixty-nine position on the floor. When he was not satisfied with the energy behind their oral ministrations, he spanked the top girl until their misbehavior was corrected. The remaining girls were distributed to the existing scenes. One was made to sit atop the redhead's face, her pussy directly over her mouth. Another did the same to the blonde, while one was positioned behind the brunette who had been so eagerly eating her out. Vanessa was forced to move upright, allowing another girl in beneath her, and then her mouth was pushed down into the naked snatch before her. Alyssa ended up straddling another girl's head, her pussy bearing down on the young woman's tongue. With their leader's forced masterpiece complete, the officers descended upon the writhing, interwoven mass of feminine flesh. Their hands were everywhere, their mouths going where they wished. Cocks were pushed into open mouths or stroked over soft tits. Anytime anyone objected or broke away from their instructed actions, one of the cops ensured that they were punished. One of them had a camera and was filming the goings on. I, meanwhile, maintained my eager self pleasuring. My panties and shorts were now darkly marred by the liquid ring of my fluids. I didn't care- I was horny, inexperienced, and being shown things that I had only heard about in whispered conversations. Luckily for me, there was enough going on that I remained undiscovered on the stairs and was allowed to continue undisturbed. For ten minutes the positions and roles were maintained. The girls' barriers were beginning to fail, and the constant attention to their sensitive areas was driving them to more willing and arousing displays. Just when it seemed that the initial blackmail and threats had disappeared from everyone's thoughts, the command officer called for a halt to the action. Grumbling, the cops broke away from their partners and each of the girls were unceremoniously hauled to their feet and forced back into their lines. Many of them were quite the sight to behold. Hair everywhere, glistening trails of pussy juice and saliva coating most of their bodies. Love bites, scratch marks, lipstick randomly scattered over their soft flesh. The sight of them in a line was almost as arousing as them in action. "Sadly, we're almost out of time. We'll need to report back in soon. Lets finish it up. Follow chain of command boys, pick two. Chain of command," he repeated. He stopped momentarily by Vanessa and gave her a final once over. "You," he said indicating my older sister. "And you," he said indicating the tall blond beside her. Grabbing each of their wrists he hauled them into the kitchen where I could see them better. The other officers each picked their own pairings. Their hands were soon pawing all over the two girls they chose, groping their chest and buttocks, shoving fingers inside of their shaved channels. Some of the girls stood still, heads bowed, accepting the rough and perverse treatment. Others encouraged and solicited it. The man who had chosen my sister had placed the blond in one of our dining chairs and had made her scoot her bottom all the way out. Then he had forced Vanessa to her knees before the girl's pussy. "Eat the fucking bitch like you're a dyke and this is your last meal on earth. You hear me?!" He grabbed a fistful of Vanessa hair and thrust her mouth down in the other young woman's crotch. "EAT!" Vanessa's jaw slowly started to work and I saw the other girl squirm uncomfortably as her friend's tongue toyed with her. Whatever Vanessa was doing, seemed to be stimulating. For several minutes the guy just watched as my older sister ate out her friend. A few of the other officers started to catch on, and moved beyond rough manhandling. A row of three girls were placed on the couch, and three others made to go down on them too. The three men who had selected the pairings, were behind the girls on their knees, eagerly pulling their cocks from their pants. One by one, I watched as those three girls were fucked by the police. I was glad I couldn't see their faces. How humiliated they must have been, eating out their good friends, and being force fucked by older cops. Most of whom were anything but attractive. My attention was drawn back to my sister and her grouping. The officer had ordered the blond to pull his cock from his trousers. When she had, he pushed her succulent lips over his large member. His hand latched onto the back of her head and he plowed her face viciously. The girl gagged and choked as the cock thrust too deep into her orifice. To my surprise, the blond had placed a hand on the back of my sister's head and was now grinding her pussy against her face. The room was filled with the sounds of the multiple sex acts. There were moans and sighs of pleasure from the women who were lucky enough to avoid the cops' dicks and were being lathered by their friends' tongues. Many of them now openly admitted with their actions that they were getting off. I wasn't sure about the other girls, as most were face deep in pussy and being fucked from behind. I did note that a couple of them had at least one hand underneath their bodies on the couches. I could only think of one reason for that placement. The thought that this blackmail had become an orgy, was overwhelming me. I wasn't accustomed to sex, only having fingered myself and on occasion giving out a handjob. But now, a group of sexy young women, a little older than myself, were being ravaged by authority figures. I was so wet, so sensitive! Perhaps I was getting off on my sister's punishment, perhaps it was the scene playing out for me. "Fuck that's good," I heard the commanding officer groan as he pummeled his blond play thing. His hand was no longer forcing her down on the penis, and she was humming away as she deep throated him. Her legs were now cast over my sister's naked back and her ass hovered off the chair. In the background, I saw a few of the guys starting to cum. One of them pulled away from the girl kneeling before him, a grimace on his face. His chubby hands worked on his six inch cock, spraying his fluid everywhere. I shivered as I watched the girl writhe, still face down in her friend's lap. The guy must not have cum in a while, as his fluid just kept pouring out. I glanced back to my sister and saw that the commanding officer was now ejaculating all over the blond, spraying his cock up and down her naked body. Globs of his stuff landed on her face, her chest, her stomach. He was sneering while he pumped his large cock, enjoying the sight of the young girl being coated with his jizz. The blond was scooping some of it into her mouth, devouring it like some sweet nectar. The blond pulled Vanessa upward, placing her mouth over the various smears of semen. Vanessa ate it without hesitation, her eyes staring back up at the cop who had forcibly begun the affair. Once they came, the cops started to gather their belongings, abandoning the women to their same sex interactions. The commanding officer pulled Vanessa up close to him, and whispered something in her ear. I saw her head snap towards the stairs and I froze, afraid that I was going to be spotted. But she turned back to him and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth, her hand toying with his softening penis. One by one, they exited, high fiving and looking back over their shoulder at the all girl orgy now playing out down below. I was busy reenacting the scene in my panties, two fingers pushing deep into my tunnel. But Vanessa had other things in mind, and started yelling for the women's attention. "I think this party needs to continue. But the sergeant told me that the 911 call came from Mrs. Rusher. But when they talked to Mrs. Rusher, she didn't know what they were talking about. When they traced the call, they realized it came from my house phone. And I think I know who placed it," Vanessa announced, her finger pointing up the stairs, right at me. "What say we teach the little snatch a lesson?" I whimpered in fear at the twelve pairs of eyes that now stared at me. Four or five of them were already rushing towards me. I tried to push myself up off the floor, but my masturbation had distracted me for too long. I just crossed the threshold into my bedroom and was beginning to push the door shut, when three naked women drove their weight against the other side. The door flung open and I was knocked to the floor. I scrambled backwards, scooting towards the far wall, but my feet were seized. I was drug flailing out into the hallway. My hands caught on the door frame, but two more girls stepped over me and grabbed my hands. Like a ceremonial dinner at a primitive hunt, I was carried downstairs by six of my sister's friends. There, she and six others were waiting for me. Vanessa's smile was now triumphant, and beneath her bare breasts, her arms were crossed. I was quickly surrounded as my sister issued instructions. "Shari, there are some ropes and bungee cords in the garage on the shelving units. Tammy, in my top right nightstand drawer I have some toys and there are more in a box underneath the left side of the bed in my parents' room. Bring them all. My little sister is going to make it up to us." As the girls raced to do her bidding, I could tell that I was in for a rough night. When Shari returned, Vanessa guided the girls to the living room floor. There the furniture was dispersed. Vanessa and a group of her friends retreived the oversized coffee table and centered it on the carpet. I watched fascinated and perturbed at the sudden motivation and organization displayed by the naked young women. I couldn't imagine just wandering around nude, even with my best friends. I wouldn't even do it in front of Vanessa. Once the room was settled to her desire, Vanessa summoned her 'troops'. "Alright, Athena goes up on the table." I struggled again, as I was hoisted onto the cold, flat, wooden surface. My arms and legs were pulled away from my body. Eagerly the nineteen and twenty year olds tied me to the coffee table. Splayed like a specimen in science class, I was helpless but to stare at them as they gathered around me. "Lets play some games. Any of you a little worked up after our law enforcement?" A chorus of yesses responded. I couldn't imagine what my sister was planning. "Alright, why don't we see how my sister enjoys the same treatment." She was snarling now, her naked body imposing above me. "She should be naked, so we can be on level ground." Another cheer rose up from the girls around me. Someone had retrieved a pair of scissors and quickly my clothes were disintegrating beneath the sharp blades. A few cuts to my top, and a few more to my shirt, and I was exposed as the others. Beneath their energized stares, I felt myself shiver. The cool air of the room brought my nipples to a peak. I could feel the still present juices of my pussy cooling on my lips. "Looks like she was already enjoying our show," one of the girls hollered, her hand sweeping across my cunt. She happily showed off the slight moisture residue on her finger tips. "Please," I begged. "I didn't mean to. I was just trying to get back at Vanessa. I didn't know that would happen." "As Mom and Dad would say, actions have consequences," my sister taunted. Vanessa grabbed some sort of harness from the pile of toys she had gathered from her room and my parents'. I had rummaged through most of her stuff at one time or another, and this thing was not familiar. It had to belong to my Mom and Dad. Vanessa began to strap the different buckles and things on around her bare hips. As she dressed in it, I saw the large protuding plastic dick that extended from her groin. With a twist, the thing began to vibrate energetically, and I saw her bite her lip. Obviously it reciprocated the sensation back at her. "I'm going to fuck you sister. And then my friends are going to fuck you. Maybe you'll think twice about your actions then." The girls began to chant her name, as she lowered herself over me. I had never seen my sister so angry, so livid. Her skin was flushed a deep shade of red and her breathing was rapid and shallow. With one hand she lined up the plastic strap on and with the other she balanced herself on the coffee table. "Please," I whimpered one more time. "I've never stuck anything up there. Please, I'm a virgin!" "Fitting that I should take it from you," Vanessa retorted, her eyes flashing back to meet my own. "You've taken so much from me, its about time I repaid the favor." She flashed me the winning smile that made boys swoon and adults believe she was sweet and innocent. At the same time, she began to push forward. The cool plastic head was a hard reminder that she was anything but. Immediately, the vibrations stirred to life the dissatisfaction that my earlier arousal had left me with. I grimaced as the thick dildo pushed further and further into me. Already I felt like I was filled by more than anything that had ever entered my passageway. My hips were aching from the broad spread of the ties that bound them. My sister's hands were now planted on either side of me, supporting her weight as her hips applied more and more pressure. "Jesus," I gasped as I felt the thing sink farther. It was vibrating at a maddening pace, and despite the extreme stretch of my cunt walls around it, I felt my temperature rising. Just when I thought that I must be nearing the end, Vanessa gripped the edges of the coffee table and drove her hips forward with a vengeful thrust. My eyes shot wide as the strap on really did bottom out. I wanted to gag, to scream, to beg for mercy, but my voice failed me. Above me, my sister was gasping as well. The vibrator was having the same effect on her as it was on me. With her hard thrust, the dildo could go no further and all the remaining pressure was directed back at her twat. I could see her eyes were squinting as she tried to focus on fucking me. Her hips were grinding against mine, and the nine inch cock was setting my inner nerves on fire. The thick rod twisted and turned, all while buzzing in my tunnel. Every shift of her body or mine made me wince as waves of pleasure emanated from the added contact. "Fucking little bitch," she swore at me. Despite her words, I could feel her excitement, see the tension in her body as she drilled me with the artificial genitalia. The coffee table was rocking beneath the force of her pounding and my thighs were coated with the combination of our juices. I could see, between her swaying tits, the black harness as it pulled and pushed on the object that had penetrated me for the first time. Suddenly, her mouth was pressed over mine, her body collapsing ontop of me. Her teeth bit at my lips, drawing blood and making me squeal in surprised pain. Still she pumped her hips against me, but her hands were in my hair, pulling my ear to her mouth. Vanessa's teeth repeatedly grazed the sensitive lobes, sometimes biting down, other times just softly nibbling. I was squirming underneath her body, feeling like a girl unprepared for her lover's passion. Our tits were flattened against one another, hard nipples pushing into one another. Her sweaty skin glided along mine as she fucked into my cunt, driving and withdrawing the artificial member. I could hear Vanessa's sighs of pleasure whenever she reached my maximum depths and my cunt pushed her vibrator back up towards her. As her desire grew, her pumping became faster, her strokes shorter. Quickly, our whimpers were rhythmically matched, the noise level rising as we each neared our peaks. I turned my head to hers and confessed my orgasm to Vanessa. My lips brushed against her cheek and my tongue darted out for a taste. Vanessa clutched my head tight to hers as she came, her body trembling one last mighty thrust into my pussy. "Oh God," she gasped. "Oh sweet Mary, fucking fantastic!" Gradually, our pace slowed and our bodies rested together in the afterglow of release. My eyes glanced around, and I found that most of the girls were now occupied elsewhere, although a few were still watching intently, their fingers occupying their own sexes. Vanessa shoved off me, the large rod popping free from my tight cunt. I felt a spray of juice from its bobbing tip as she climbed off the coffee table. "Who wants next shot," Vanessa yelled, the strap on still buzzing. "We all owe her," she said glancing down at me, a mischevious gring on her soft lips. I panted up at her, pretending to be distressed at the idea. Secretly, I had loved the union of my sister and I and was eager to experience another of her friends. Alyssa volunteered, stepping out of a tangle of bodies to get to me. "Athena can work on her oral skills," she informed Vanessa and I. "I had to work on mine." She climbed onto the coffee table, her knees on either side of my head. I looked up at her trimmed pussy. The soft pink glowed from between the dark mocha hue of her skin. It looked delicious, like a Neapoliton ice scream. A white sticky fluid had built up in the center of her hole, remnants from one of her activities that evening. Vanessa slid a pillow underneath my head, propping it higher up so my mouth could reach. Alyssa lowered herself down, pushing my nose into her taint and my lips against her twat. Party 911 Alyssa was still at first. She allowed me to work on my first ever pussy munch. As I had hoped, her fluids were thick and salty but not in the least bit bitter. My small tongue delved into the tight embrace of her flowering pussy lips, cork screwing at her entrance. I felt her hands grip my tits, squeezing the B cups together before kneeding them in her palms. I was distracted when I felt the press of someone's knees against my inner thighs. I couldn't see any lower, and had no clue what was about to occur. When I felt the pressure of the buzzing cock again, I realized someone had co-opted the strap on. Whomever they were did not have the patience of my sister. The large dildo was driven straight in and at a sewing machine pace was withdrawn. I had to stop my cunninglus just to catch my breath as the mystery girl pummelled my juicy snatch. After a second or two, I managed to get my tongue shoved back into Alyssa's pussy and was able to partly focus on her pleasure. Apparently dissatisfied with my attention, Alyssa began to grind her sopping cunny over my face. Her hips swung low, making her stomach horizontal with mine. It drove her clit into my upper lip and jaw and provided a hard surface for her to be able to work it on. I did my best to involve my tongue, but I was just a toy at that point, much like the one that was now taking it second pulsing ride into my puss. Already at a very high sensitivity from the first orgasm, I soon was crying out my pleasure into Alyssa's snatch. I doubt anyone could hear me, my voice muffled by the firm press of her muff. Whoever was fucking me definitely didn't as they kept right on pounding. I wondered when they would come, as the intensity of the stimulation was driving me nuts. Alyssa rose off of my face unpredictably. She was high enough that I could see her face as she peered down at me. Her fingers went to her clit and began to rub firmly in a speedy circle. I could see the tension in her body that indicated she was about to cum. I didn't understand why she wouldn't let me finish the job, until a sudden downspout of her juices sprayed across my face and open mouth. It was a torrent, a steady pour of the same salty flavored cum that I had eaten from her. Her pussy juice soaked into my skin, my hair, dripping onto the table beneath me. I had to close my eyes, to keep the constant flow from stinging them. I lapped and swallowed and drank as much as I could, but she had an unbelievable propensity for squirting. As it finally slowed, I glanced outward and saw the redhead was the one who was giving me such a vicious fucking. I was worried that the table would break under the weight of the three of us. It would ruin the sacrifice with the police if my mom's furniture was busted up. We'd be punished for sure. But Alyssa was moving on, her legs weak beneath her as she stumbled onto the couch and was quickly engulfed by the other girls. The redhead wasn't slowing one bit however. With my pussy drenched face now exposed, she began to berate me, her dirty insulting words somehow enhancing my arousal. Each foul term and nasty put down sent little shivers through my cunt. "You're such a fucking whore! Sitting on the goddamn stairs fingering yourself while some fucker eats me out! You fucking set me up, you bitch! We're going to fuck you ragged," she promised. I hoped they would. My whole body was sore from being bound in place but my cunt was on fire. I wanted to be fucked again and again. The redhead kept right on drilling the massive dildo into my little cunt, its vibrations driving us both up the wall. I was heading into my second orgasm beneath her brutal fucking when she finally came. Together we cried out, voices echoing in unison, along with so many others in the room. Finished with me, she abandoned the table, the dildo wavering as her tight ass walked away. It swung from side to side, as if searching out new prey. For a few minutes I was alone on the table and was beginning to go a bit crazy. All these gorgeous girls getting off around me and my pussy was destined to be leaking all over the table, untouched? "Please," I moaned. "Please, someone fuck me. Someone, please!" No one moved towards me, everyone now caught up in their own games. I was the thirteenth wheel. So I suffered, my horniness addling my brain and my body. I was writhing on the table, my bare ass slapping against its surface. I was desperate, I needed to be fucked. The blond girl who had been eaten by my sister was the first to approach me. She had markings of her energetic lovemaking all over her body, and her pussy was leaking as bad as mine. Like the auburn haired beauty, she seemed a little frustrated with me. I didn't know how much exactly until she started untying my legs from the table. I was grateful at the gesture as my hips had felt like they were about to pop out of the socket. "Thanks," I said hoping a little kindness would entice her to more. "Don't thank me. Wait till I'm done with you," she threatened. She grabbed my ankles and unceremoniously flipped me. My face smacked against the hard surface of the table and I felt dizzy for a moment. My arms had crossed and were now even tighter then before. Either the bungee cords which tied them would give, or my joints would dislocate. But I wasn't given an opportunity to think about it. Once more unable to see what was happening to my own body, I felt the blond spreading my legs. Still quite desperate for some stimulation, I was satisfied to have something shoved into my cunt. Whatever it was, it was large and hard and like the dildo had a very exciting vibrating mechanism. She kept pushing and suddenly my clit came in contact with an extra lip that had extraordinary vibrations. Immediately, I squealed in pleasure and tried to swirl my cunt on the delicious sensation. The vibrator was only the first step in the blond girl's plan for me. After getting the dildo firmly encased in my twat she straddled my lower back, pinning me. I could feel her wet pussy as it coated me with fluid. She was grinding on my spinal cord, working herself off on my flesh. My distraction with her pussy ended when I felt her fingers plying between my ass cheeks. I wasn't sure what she was up to, until I felt a hard rounded nub pressing into my hole. It wasn't finger sized and it wasn't lubed and as the pressure increased, I realized she was feeding another dildo into my virgin arse. I was silent, my eyes wide and my head twisting wildly as she continue to shove the thick spear against my anal ring. I was clenched tightly, not wanting to admit entrance, but her body was too strong for that small muscle. With an audible pop, the thing drove into my hole and I let out a shocked scream. The pain was so intense that I had to gasp for breath, verging on hyperventilating. I felt the dildo being pulled back, tearing my sensitive skin with it, until it was almost vacating the hole. Then the blond pushed it downward again. The sharp pain was gone, but a throbbing ache filled my as and lower back. It would last for five or ten minutes until the constant buzzing of the vibrator won out. Soon the pleasure was overwhelming the soreness and I allowed the blond to go to work on my asshole while I focused on my cunt. I could feel the pressure of the ass dildo pushing against the one in my pussy, and the added friction made my cunt pulsate with excitement. Again, I felt myself nearing my peak. I had never cum so many times in one evening, much less one day. The sound of my gasps of release seemed to help the blond get off and soon the wet puddle on my back seemed to be an oil slick. She had abandoned the dildo deep in my ass and her fingernails now dug into the soft flesh of my buttocks as she swiftly rocked her hips across me. When she was finished, she abandoned me, vibrator and anal dildo still filling my holes. For a while, a few girls would momentarily entertain themselves with my body. I ate plenty of pussy, was subjected to several more fuckings by the dildo in my ass. The brunette was the last to pay me any attention. She had shoved her pussy in my face, her arms supporting her off the floor. I had obediently devoured her cunt, until she came. When she was done, she gathered her belongings and left. I realized in the time that we had been involved that many of the girls had either left or disappeared to other rooms of the house for the evening. Even Alyssa and Vanessa were gone. Except for one pair of unfamiliar girls entwined on the couch I was alone. For the rest of the night, no one would touch me except the hard plastic members already in place. They proved more than enough and for several hours my sore body was racked by intermittent orgasms. I eventually managed to drift into a restless sleep full of orgies and crazy fucking. When I finally woke the next morning, the house was silent. The batteries in the vibrator were dead and my body ached something awful. "Hello," I called out, hoping that I was not alone. "Hello?" Still nothing. "HELLO!!!" Nothing. "SOMEONE! PLEASE" Nothing. "SOMEONE!!!!!!" I yelled and screamed for fifteen minutes. No one came. For five hours after I woke, I was alone. My ass burned, my muscles ached, my joints throbbed, and my pussy pulsed. Eventually Alyssa and Vanessa would descend the stairs after the clock chimed noon. "Morning, sister," she greeted me. She was still naked, as was Alyssa. Their hands were interwoven and occasionally they shared a gentle kiss. "Thanks for last night," she teased. "Please let me go," I begged. "On one condition," she offered. "What, anything?" "You're to be our play thing. Whenever we want, we can have you, use you however we want." At that point I was in so much pain, and so horny, I would have accepted anything. "Yes, yes, I'll do it." "Promise?" "Yes!" "Alright, we have a deal." Alyssa untied me and helped me to my feet. "Leave the dildoes in," she instructed, her hand testing the grip of my ass and pussy on each of the devices. "Go up to your sister's room and wait for us." Happy to be free and happy for the prospect of more relief, I silently obeyed. Party Thanks so much to all the listeners out there who are enjoying the audios I've submitted. You're the reason why I keep doing this. I've had several feedbacks and a couple of comments asking me to make the audios more nasty. Of course, I'm happy to oblige. Hopefully you all find something to enjoy in this one. --Mirage * * * * * Click Here to listen. (18 min/mp3) * * * * * Party She started suddenly and looked around the room. He was no longer circulating amongst the other guests. She could no longer feel his presence and began to panic, as it occurred to her that she really had no idea how long she had been chattering to the young man. She became agitated, it was possible that she had misbehaved or responded inappropriately to her young admirer's attentions. He had been absurdly handsome, his sparkling young eyes feasting on the swell of her mature breasts; it had been great fun! Tension rose in her body as her eyes urgently scanned the crowd, her breath quickened and a line of perspiration crept along her upper lip. A dull ache formed in her throat as she realised that she wanted to cry. The vibration sounded before the ring. With great trepidation, she slowly lifted the phone, noting the caller identity "MASTER" as the fearsome object passed by her eyes moving towards her ear. "Hello." She spoke weakly, suddenly out of breath. "Where are your manners?" His voice boomed into her head. "Master I lost you. Where have you been?" "Come to me now!" "Of course Master -- where are you? I don't know where you are." "Room 735 come with haste please. You should not displease me further." He spoke in rich smooth rounded tones, almost genial, but she detected an undertone that made her pulse race. She turned and fled from the room, back towards reception, greatly relieved that the doors opened just as she arrived at the lift. Punching button 7, she turned to check her appearance in the mirrored wall. The new dress showed her curves fantastically; of heavy burgundy material, it clung to her full waist and rounded hips. The beautiful black silk bra and plunging neckline combined to produce a deep cleavage, one that her earlier young friend had so enjoyed. She ran fingers through her long almost black hair. He loved it loose, he would wind it round his wrist, enjoying its soft texture and sigh deeply, inhaling its fragrance, as he entered her roughly from behind. The doors opened onto a gloomy landing, she inhaled deeply feeling giddy and lightheaded. Wetting her lips, she followed the sign until she stood outside room 735. Panting slightly, she was ablaze, her body tingled with fear and excitement and as she reached out to knock the door, her thoughts moved forward, long after the delicious pain, to when his rough hands parted her thighs and he claimed her chastised flesh as his prize. She knocked the door and the sound resounded down the quiet corridor. "Come." She heard the distant reply Opening the door slowly, she took a few faltering steps into the darkened room, she could just make out his outline at the far end of the room. "Secure the door." He urged sternly. Feeling very foolish, she turned and locked the door. "I am sorry Master." "Do not speak." He said very quietly "Kneel down, prostrate yourself, nose to the floor and I shall explain your predicament, the injury and insult you have caused, the anger I feel, and then, of course, the punishment." She fell to the floor, pushing herself into the thick carpet, feet tucked firmly under her body. The sharp heels dug deep into her flesh. She was relaxed now, no longer fearful. The longing had started in her stomach and travelled down her thighs. Her breasts ached for his attention, nipples extended, ripe and taught. She opened her legs slightly moving the wet mound of her gusset over the heel of her shoe, parting the lips and pressing her need on the soft leather. "In life one needs companionship and I thought that I had found that in you. We came to this function together, you, radiant and I proudly at your side. I looked forward to a delightful evening, sharing conversation together and with others." "Yes Master, that is..." "I told you not to speak." He spoke slowly, in a deliberate manner . "Instead you expect me to wait, and watch from afar as you pout and preen from the attentions of a man; who is merely a child. You humiliated me in front of the whole group, having me stand and wait while you carried on your flirtation with this youth." "I am very sorry Master, it will not..." "Correct. You will see to it that it does not happen again. Furthermore, on two occasions in the past minute you I have told you not to speak. Were it not for the fact that I am looking forward to hearing the sound of you weep, I would gag you tight and still your noise." Slowly he reached down and slipped his hand under her hair, grasping it; he wound its length around his hand and sharply lifted. "Stand." He hissed pulling hard on the mane of hair. She shrieked, and staggered quickly to her feet, watching as he moved behind her inhaling her sweet scent from the base of her neck and throat. Still holding her hair he manipulated her face closer to his, and looked deep into her eyes. "I am now going to deal with you. You will remember this and avoid behaving like a cheap whore in my presence again. Quickly, remove the dress before I tear it from your body." Her hands urgently reached behind and the dress slipped down revealing her curvaceous body clad in a black silk plunging bra, matching panties, stockings and suspenders. His fierce gaze did not stray from her eyes as he moved slowly forward, his face closing on hers . "You were keen to show your breasts earlier, why so coy? Show them immediately please or you will suffer for your reticence!" She literally tore the garment away, looking expectantly into his face for approval. "On your knees." He whispered dangerously. "Arms together over your head" She was panting hard as she sank to the floor, nipples hard as pebbles, standing proudly out of her firm breasts. Once again, her thighs came together; perched on the heel of her shoe she gently rocked her clitoris over the soft leather. "Punish me Master, make me regret my insult." "All in good time, dare not speak to me again or I will clamp your delightful face." He reached down and lifted the silk bra, ran it slowly under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Your fragrance is strong today, ripe and sweet. This will change as I warm your flesh and you sweat under my firm control." He expertly bound her wrists, tightly, palms together, with the strong elasticised silk. "Come woman, follow me, arse up, nose along the floor. Quickly now or I'll thrash you into action like a lazy steed." She followed him, crawling awkwardly on hands and knees, pressing her face into the thick pile of the carpet. He stooped to pick up his thick briefcase and walked into the bathroom, waiting inside as she shuffled in, crawling on the hard marble floor. "Up you go stand on the case." There was a towel rail high on the wall over the bidet. Using the bidet as a stool, he lifted her bound hands to the metal rail. "Reach woman." He commanded taking a pair of metal cuffs out of his pocket. She stretched her limbs to his instructions feeling the tug of sharp metal as he clicked them shut. He stepped down to admire his handiwork. She was almost at full stretch, slightly on her toes, arms fully extended. She looked magnificent; her lovely soft face flushed with exertion, breasts heaving with fully extended nipples and long legs encased in his favourite silk, trembled slightly with the effort. His eyes, as always were drawn to the joint of her thighs, he could see how wet she was, her panties glistened slightly in the strong light. Lips parted and tongue snaking over them he considered parting her thighs and sucking her juice through the silk that constantly enflamed him. Resisting the urge, he turned, pulled the light chord and plunged the room into total darkness, smiling as she started in alarm. Reaching out, his fingers slipped into her hair, gently gathering it he slowly drew her face towards his own. His lips found hers and closed on her sweet mouth, tongue probing deeply, he invaded her, nibbling and chewing on her warm lips. Moving away slightly he felt her strain against the cuffs, groaning, as she tried to stay within the kiss. "Master." She implored. His face moved down her throat and chest circling over her right breast, engulfing the stalk of her nipple and lashed it with his tongue. His hand closed over her other breast, kneading and gently revelling in its soft weight. He flicked the pink bud with his thumb, while circling its neighbour with his tongue, allowing his other hand to drift down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, stroking the rich softness of her thighs. She purred, straining to open her legs, breathing heavily, delighting in his touch. "Master, oh Master. Open me." His hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh to the stocking top, enjoying her pliant flesh "Never again behave like a whore in my presence." He simply stated, and pinched the soft flesh, squeezing the right nipple and closing his teeth over the left with the threat of a bite. She arched and bucked at the unexpected pain, unable to cover up and protect her vulnerable body. He released her, feeling her relax in the dark room his hand roamed up between her damp, clammy thighs, fingers nudging the damp mound, gently parting her lips. His fingers paused. . "Quickly Sir, finger me hard." She urged, pushing into his fingers. "Later darling." he turned, kicked away the briefcase and closed the door, ignoring her desperate pleas in the background. After some consideration, he concluded that about 45 minutes would be an appropriate time to leave her hanging alone in the warm dark bathroom. Pouring a large brandy, he passed the time preparing first the large oak desk; attaching leather straps to the legs to accommodate her wrists and ankles, and then the bed; looping four large silk scarves at regular intervals along the curved metal headboard. Finally, he placed a large white pillow in the centre of the desk for her to rest her head. He loosened the drawstring on his bag of implements and smiled as he carefully made his choice. Silently, he crossed the room and opened the bathroom door with a flourish, crashing the door against the bath, making her jump and shriek in alarm at the unexpected noise. As the light came on her body recoiled from its powerful glare, slowly adapting to the strong light. He had gauged the time perfectly; she was clearly in some distress. He could see from her strained expression that the effort required to stand on tiptoe for such a long time had taken its toll, she looked weary and there were beads of sweat all over her curvaceous flesh. As he moved towards her, his nostrils flared taking in the heady combination of perfume and perspiration. He marvelled at her strength, her ability to cope with such treatment and retain dignity and beauty. She looked fantastic. Her taught body glowed in the light, her toes scrambled and pushed against the hard floor trying to get grip and push her body upwards, to reduce the pain in her wrists. His face came level with hers "Do you think that you deserve to be released?" "Yes Master, you must let me down I cannot..." "What is it in the question that you do not understand? Do you deserve to be released?" His words were delivered slowly and full of venom. "No Master I have behaved very badly and shamed you" "And. what?" "And it won't happen ever again. Please let me down or I think I will faint!" He stepped on the bidet and released her aching wrists from the harsh metal restraints. "Thank you Master, you are kind and wonderful." Her beautiful face lit up with joy and relief and his eyes roamed over her delicious curves. He considered taking her immediately, bending her over the bath and fucking her hard, holding her down by the hair and taking his pleasure of her. Instead, he reached over to the basin, filled a glass with cool water and gave it to her to drink; watching as she greedily drained the glass. "Ok down please, right down and follow me" He started to lead her back into the bedroom. "Master would you.." She knelt expectantly, looking up at his face; arms outstretched waiting for him to untie them. He noticed that she was panting and flushed, she delighted in being at his mercy. She had achieved orgasm many times while being spanked over his knee. She had felt very weak while in the bathroom. The sudden removal of the briefcase had jolted her body onto the floor, and stretching the extra two inches meant that she was constantly on her toes. It made her progressively light-headed, having to maintain balance, at the limit of her height. Initially, as always, she had experienced near climax, being out of control and with increasing discomfort always made her thighs tingle and clitoris swell. She was aware that her breasts were engorged, the memory of his earlier play with them still vivid in her mind, and she found that with a twist she could brush them lightly across the chilled tiles on the wall. With thighs tightly crossed, she could work her pussy and the combined sensations of stimulation and restraint were working their normal magic. The high temperature in the room, however, and the sheer strain of standing on tiptoe for such a long time meant that she became exhausted very rapidly. Inevitably, as she tired, more and more of her weight fell on her wrists, and the steel cuffs bit into the flesh. The muscles in her calves and thighs burned with the effort of supporting her weight and she began to perspire profusely. A gradual light-headedness crept over her, and her earlier effort to gain pleasure from the predicament was replaced by increasing pain. By the time the door crashed open, she was in a semi conscious state, half-asleep, but with a burning sensation in her breasts and throbbing cunt. As she crawled out of the bathroom and rubbed her nipples on the soft harshness of the carpet, she smiled as she realised that she would probably cum before he had laid a finger on her bottom. Feeling mischievous, she slowed her pace across the floor, concentrating on her inner thighs, clenching her buttocks and preparing herself. His stern black shoes silently appeared at her bowed head. "Lady, do you provoke me?" "No Master, I never would do such a thing." She exclaimed, flesh tingling with anticipation. She caught the sound of the switch milliseconds before the pain exploded on the backs of her thighs. Her body raged as the heat and pain spread over her buttocks and legs. With face pressed into the carpet her legs extended and parted slightly, she forced her legs straight offering her curved bottom and soaking slit "More Sir, you know I deserve it." He looked down upon her and caught his breath, the view of her creamy smooth buttocks and neat round pubis was superb. He could smell the sharp aroma of her arousal visually evidenced by the way her panties clung to the outer lips of her vagina. There was a clear red welt across both thighs where his calm strike had stirred her impudent meandering. He resolved to punish her into total submission and then make love to the gorgeous creature, slamming his engorged prick into her, making her cry out with the intensity of his need. "Stand woman." He growled his rampant prick jumped as she sprang to her feet, watching him intently. "You may kiss me and present your breasts for my pleasure." Her face burst into a smile as she moved towards him. "Fantastic, take you pleasure from them." She purred His hand cupped behind her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. Mouth open wide, his tongue roamed over hers, drawing her deep as the power of his need became apparent. His palms sought her breasts, cupping the flesh and pinching the hard nipples. "Over the desk with you I will have you in good time you delightful little slut." She bent, face down, over the imposing oak desk placing her head on the pillow, enjoying the discomfort of its hard surface and the rich smell of polish. Aggressively he pressed her legs apart, binding her ankles tightly to the base of the desk. He pressed her upper back firmly pushing her down onto the desk and stretched her arms out over its width, binding them tightly. Then came the point of real pleasure for him, preparing her and making her wait, building tension for his initial strike. It was very important that she was unprepared, distracted, if he timed this properly, she could be at the point of orgasm after only one or two blows, and he could keep her at that point throughout the session. He reached over with both hands and spread her luxurious hair down her back, slowly gathering and coiling it into his hand. He pulled sharply, bringing her head back, noting the subtle curve of her spine. He leaned over "You were attracted to that boy. You enjoyed his flattery." "No master. He spoke to me it would have been impolite." "I think you are lying." He hissed "I watched you flirting with him." "Sorry Sir. I didn't realise, I never meant" "Do you take me for a fool? I was watching you, your smiling face, your body language and the salacious use of your breasts. You were rampant, enjoying yourself, offering your body like a harlot, and I believe that you were contemplating taking matters further with him." "No Master. I never would have done such a thing." "Silence, I have heard enough. I witnessed you behaving like a whore. It was revolting, insulting and most disappointing." He slid his hands down the length of her back revelling in the smooth flesh, continuing over the hips and the flesh of her bottom. His hand grasped the flimsy knickers and tore them away, making her gasp (with a wonderful hiss!) as he felt the narrow strip of silk dig into her cunt, before being torn away. He continued to soothe her buttocks, long gentle strokes, thumbs entering the warm damp crease, parting the cheeks and bringing the entrance to her anus into his gaze. He played with it gently teasing it with the tip of his thumb, opening the entrance slightly. He allowed his hands to drift down her thighs; he loved the feel of the stockings on his hands. She arched and groaned deeply as he knelt and, with a broad flat tongue, parted the lips of her cunt and explored its delicate layers. Anxious that she should not achieve orgasm, he avoided direct contact with her clitoris, and enjoyed the taste and feel of her inner and outer lips. Playing with her, when she began to thrust powerfully back, he gradually moved away. He stood, removing his clothes, and watched the desperate grinding movement of her hips slowly subside. Naked, he picked up a tube of lubricant and smeared a large cold blob over the flower of her anus. Smearing a touch over his index and middle finger, he roughly inserted them into her pussy, thrusting deep into her. She received them with noisy relish as his fingers plunged and probed. Abruptly, he stopped and removed his fingers. She screamed and lurched across the desk, as, using the switch, he struck her four times, accurately, and with force. He targeted each buttock and the very top of each thigh with a sharp stinging swipe. Taking a soft paddle, he began a fierce rhythmic beating of her inner thighs and buttocks, slowly increasing the weight of each blow. She howled in pain and humiliation as he assailed her flesh, watching the movement of her body intently, waiting until the point of crescendo, and she began to retreat from the pain. He slowed, when her movements changed and she began to cower from him, pleading with him to desist. In one swift movement, he entered her pushing his rampant penis deep into her saturated cunt. Motionless, he gently leaned forward. "Fuck me Master, quickly, enjoy my cunt" "You wanted him, didn't you, and offered him your flesh?" "Yes Master, I wanted him. Fuck me please, punish me more." "I forgive you my precious. You are a wanton whore but we can correct this in you. It is good that we both know what you are." Party "Yes Master it is good, please take me hard; fuck me now?" He savagely fucked her, plunging deeply with his experienced cock. She wailed in pleasure bucking and grinding against his onslaught. Screaming as frenzy took over; she strained hard against the leather bindings, shouting his name the pleasure washed over her. He waited; smiling down at her, for her ecstasy to subside and slowly walked around the desk, lifting the beautiful panting face and thrust deep into her mouth. "Clean me woman and drink my seed." Reaching behind, he bundled her hair and pushed his hugely erect cock into her receptive mouth, moving slowly, allowing her to become accustomed to his length. Gradually, he built speed, pulling her towards him, shagging her face. He reviewed the scene, taking in the angry red marks on her buttocks, at her body bouncing on the desk, listened to her distress as he rhythmically fucked her mouth and finally, he spilled his seed into her willing face, spurting into her, watching as she coughed and spluttered and his sperm ran over the desk Once again, behind her he caressed the soft curve of her buttocks, and glided his palms over the smooth skin of her back. She arched as they wandered under her body, and upwards, gently cradling her breasts. Barely audible and laden with threat, his words made her shiver with excitement and fear. "You were supposed to drink me, were you not?" "Of course Master, it was delicious." Sensing anger in his voice, she began to lose control again, urgently pressing her aching pussy into his thigh. "Why then did you spit it on the furniture?" "Oh Master, I did not, there was so much" "Silly woman!" He hissed, fingers closing firmly on her nipples. "Were you not supposed to drink my spunk?" "Yes Master" "And so?" "I was disobedient Master and did not swallow all of it" "And so?" "You must be harsh with me, Sir, thrash me, useless slut that I am." She panted, twitching, rubbing her inflamed clit rapidly up and down his thigh. Rising, he watched the movement of her body, trying to assess how close she was to orgasm. He knew from experience how quickly and unexpectedly she could come and he liked to take her to the brink, before denying release. "Clean the mess immediately." He whispered pressing hard against her warm sticky thighs. Struggling against her restraints, she prised herself away from the desk and began licking the surface with her tongue. In this position, she had more control of her weight and was able to thrust strongly against him. As always, he marvelled at her constant search for pleasure and was tempted, to let her continue, enjoy the sight of her at climax and masturbate over her glorious back and buttocks. Instead, he stepped abruptly back. "Faster, you worthless strumpet" "No master, I am doing as you instructed, please come back; please?" She wailed. Once again, she heard the "whisper" of the switch before the pain exploded four times in quick succession, behind each knee and on either side of her delicate inner thighs. "Oh my God, Master." She screamed in divine agony "Have mercy, I will do what you say." Her pussy was melting, desperate for his touch. She felt suddenly very exposed as juices flowing from her glistening lips, ran down her thighs and becoming cold in contact with the air. This emphasised her vulnerability and weakness in his hands. "Go quickly to your task, harlot. I am increasingly irritated by you and your slovenly ways" She lunged over the desk, tongue fully extended, cleaning the waxed top of the desk. Her breath caught as she heard the familiar sound and pulled hard on the leather bindings, bursts of stinging agony grew along the line of her stocking tops on alternate thighs. Too many to count, sharp, regular, bursts of extreme pain, which made her struggle to escape, to close her legs, to cry out and plead for clemency. It also sent warm signals to her pussy and breasts, inflamed them, made them tingle and throb and set up a longing for more exquisite agonies. He watched her collapse onto the desk, defeated, and stopped striking her. She sobbed, chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you Master, you are kind to have stopped. I do not deserve this." He knelt behind her and slowly kissed her bruised flesh, running his hands over her stockings, gently licking and nibbling her soft thighs. Immediately she responded, offering her glistening pussy for his tongue. It was a beautiful sight, fragrant, pink and luscious. He closed his mouth over her vulva and greedily plunged his tongue deep into her, feeling her buck and grind at his touch. His hands drifted over her thighs and up to her buttocks, cupping and stroking the divinely soft curves. Gradually parting the cheeks his fingers sought her opening, rubbing, caressing and prising. He switched, inserting two fingers deep into her pussy and moved his mouth up to the entrance of her anus, probing with a pointed tongue, moistening and preparing her. She was very close to climax, she pushed fiercely against his fingers, focused, eyes closed, snatching breaths in time with each rhythmic thrust. He stood watching her closely. Carefully he began to insert his thumb into her anus, entering slowly in a circular motion and three fingers into her oozing cunt. He frigged her slowly tracing the thin membrane between rectum and vagina as she rolled and ground against his hand. Her high-pitched groans and rasping breaths gathered momentum; starting to tremble as the potential of release spread through her body, a deep guttural grunting sounded in time with the movement of her pelvis pounding into probing fingers. The grunt became a loud wail and ultimately a hysterical enraged scream as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her foaming cunt, and replaced them with the flat of his hand. This was his skill. This was why she worshipped him. He could keep her like this for very long periods, hovering around orgasm in a semi delirious state, bursting for release. He would expertly massage her clitoris with fingers and tongue, taking her to total frenzy, and then introduce pain and discomfort to prevent conclusion. His timing was immaculate; often she felt the orgasm arrive, wave upon wave of delicious sensation, only to have it snatched away by the removal of a hand or the sting of the switch. She would become very enraged, shouting hysterical abuse at him, or crying and pleading with him. All of her reactions failed to stir him. His pleasure was in torturing her, making her lose control and playing with her physical and emotional responses. Once, after two hours bound tightly to the bed, brought repeatedly to the very crescendo of pleasure, merely with his tongue, he had released her and sent her away unsatisfied, desperate, craving his touch. Furious with him for leaving her unsatisfied and enraged at the humiliation, she flounced from the hotel in anger and tears. Sitting in her car, slightly bewildered having missed the intimacy of holding him, which was their regular routine for ending their encounters, there came the sound of her phone. She lifted it and answered absent-mindedly. "Hello." "Address me correctly please you hysterical and abusive woman." "Master" her heart leapt "Do you wish me to return?" "No. Your frustration made you speak out of turn. I have no wish to see you." "Why then did you call me Sir?" "You were not in control, I was concerned for you." "Thank you Master, I am in my car, you are most kind. You must abuse me Sir; I will go mad without your hand." "Listen, you have 30 seconds to pleasure yourself and then I will put down the phone." "You may start." Instantly she lifted her skirt and plunged two fingers into her well-saturated pussy (a question flashed through her mind on the whereabouts of her favourite white knickers). Conscious of the time, she eased her legs wide apart and concentrated on her engorged clitoris, strumming it with her thumb letting her fingers delve deep into the folds of her sex. "Ten seconds is all you have left." He smiled listening to her familiar sound, and as she rushed to orgasm, gasping her pleasure into the phone, a rich fountain of semen shot through the luscious white silk panties in his hand. Today though he wanted a different game and reaching down released her feet from their bindings and likewise her wrists. "To the bed please quickly, push your feet through the scarves and I shall fasten your arms." Party Whenever Darren told Clare he was going to have a party she was apprehensive, but quite excited too. It's not that she was invited to the parties. You couldn't describe it that way at all. She didn't get left out of things either. Clare was always the focal point of activities and she never knew quite what part she would have to play. Clare knew better than to ask who would be coming and certainly not what her duties would be so she just enquired when it was to happen. When Darren said "in two hours" a shiver ran right through her. "Ooh!" The shock of such short notice was too great to conceal. "Go and shower. Clean your ass out well and bring down plenty of lube, but before you do that remind yourself of this." He stood up, dropped his clothes and taking her hair he pulled Clare's face to his prick. Her mind was racing. Why would she need to be reminded of Darren's dick? She had sucked it only a few hours ago and he used her every day in one way or another. The familiar flesh filled her mouth. "How thick is it? How long is it? How hard is it? What does it taste like?" Darren thrust his rod hard into her throat and her nose flattened in his pubic hair. After holding her tightly for a few seconds until she drooled and gagged, he pulled it out, turned round and pressed her face into his ass. "Get your tongue in there and feel every wrinkle. Get the taste, the hairiness, the smooth or roughness. I am doing you a favour. Make sure you know your man." As Clare licked for all she was worth she tried to take in what she had been told, but it didn't make any sense. Her tongue was up Darren's ass very frequently. She knew him well. Darren enjoyed several minutes of probing by Clare's moist, warm tongue before sending her off to get ready with a slap on the ass and a warning to be sure that there was no sign of any hair below shoulder level. In the shower Clare reflected on what the evening might hold. She enjoyed however Darren chose to take her, but ass fucking was not her favourite. He always put his dick in her mouth after using her ass. She usually took care to be as clean as possible, but never knowing when he was going to do it meant that she could be caught out. He was a big man too. It could really hurt. Anyway she would be prepared tonight, but what if he had one or more of his mates use her ass? She shuddered and put it out of her mind. After making sure that she was very clean, that she had no sign of the slightest stubble and that her make up was right, time had gone quickly. Darren came into the bedroom and told her to get downstairs. She was to be naked to receive the guests. A tingle ran through her body as she scurried down the the lounge and she felt very moist on her inner thighs. Entering the room her tingle turned into something more like an electric shock as she saw her discipline instruments laid out on the coffee table. Everything from the light strap to the biggest cane. "Oooh dear." "Shut up." Said Darren. He approached Clare and fitted a blindfold securely in place. The doorbell rang. Darren told her to spread her legs wide and put her hands behind her head. -o0o- From the welcomes she could hear being said in the hallway Clare knew that there were at least five people coming in, maybe more. It was going to be a busy night. When the lounge door opened and they entered she was aware of the smell of a woman. She didn't like that. It was OK for Darren to let other men use her, but she didn't want him fucking anybody else. Subconsciously she thrust out her tits a bit more and spread her legs wider so that her bald pussy was obvious. Nothing was said, but there were soon fingers probing Clare's cunt and other hands squeezing her tits and ass. They were all big, male hands and she writhed in response to the attention. Darren suggested that the men should take their clothes off while he poured some drinks. As soon as that was done he led Clare a few paces and told her to kneel. Fuck she thought. She was kneeling next to the woman and she could feel a naked leg next to hers. They were going to be used together. Clare's hands were taken from behind her head and cuffed together behind her back. Shortly after she heard the click as the same was done to the other woman. Darren made an announcement. "OK guys. We all know why we are here. The girls are going to get to feel all of us in a few different ways and they have got to work out which is their man. The one who does best in this competition will be given to the other girl's partner for him to play with for a weekend. The loser will be given the spanking of her life by all the guys here." Clare shivered and she heard a little gasp from the woman beside her. The arrangement had been agreed at the snooker club when Darren had been drinking and was boasting that Clare had his dick in her mouth or her tongue up his ass so often that she would always know him even if she couldn't see. Tony had then bet that Susan was the best trained slave wife in the country and Darren had no chance if they compared women. This resulted in a big discussion and by the time it was finished there were seven men ready to join in putting the girls to the test. They had all turned up tonight and were itching to get started. "First test ladies. You are going to have seven pricks in your mouth. Make a note of the number of each one. At the end you must identify the number that was your man. Concentrate well, failure is going to be very painful. We will start with Susan." As Clare knelt in anticipation she concentrated on the slurps, gurgles and occasional gagging sounds while Susan's mouth was fucked by the men. She had sucked a lot of men and they were all different, but she had never thought about trying to identify a man by the feel of his prick in her mouth. She was sure she would know Darren. Darren watched closely as the first guys used Susan's mouth. She was a beautiful girl of about twenty although Tony was at least forty five. She was wearing a gold buckled, leather collar and there was a letter A branded where her pubic hair would be if she had any. He started to feel a real lust for her. The first man had asked after a couple of minutes of expert sucking whether they were going to cum in her mouth or hold back. "Whatever you like, but don't forget you need a stiff prick for Clare. More important though, let's have silence from now on while they are working on you. Mustn't give them any clues." Instead of letting Susan work her mouth and tongue on him any more, the guy took hold of her head and forced his prick full length into her throat. It showed her skill that she took him without any problem although he was a big man. A few more minutes of hard throat fucking and then he stopped without shooting his load. The third man to use her either couldn't hold back or decided he just wanted to fill the lovely Susan's mouth. He let her suck and lick him until he was close and then mouth fucked her until he shot a big load. Because of her training she didn't swallow, but held it in her mouth and displayed it to the admiring group before being told to drink it down. Darren was fourth. He took her really slowly and savoured the feel of the sweet, young mouth. He decided from the beginning that he was going to give this girl his cum even if it was harder for him to keep going later. While he was enjoying a delicious cock sucking from a really expert mouth he was thinking that he might prefer it if Clare were to lose. A weekend with Susan was looking very attractive and the sadist in him wanted to give Clare a thrashing. He let his mind wander over what he would do to her as he worked his dick into her throat and then drew back to enjoy some more licking and sucking. The others chatted, watched and re-filled their drinks as many minutes passed before Darren finally groaned and pumped glob after glob of sticky cum into Susan's mouth. Tony himself followed Darren fucking the mouth that was so familiar to him, but this time it was sticky with the sperm of his friend and rival in this bet. As he watched Tony thrusting into Susan's throat, Darren thought she was bound to recognise those movements. The way he took clumps of her hair to force himself further into her and how he put his hand on the front of her throat to feel his prick stretch it. It was so distinctive. Sure enough, when they had all used her and Susan was called on to name her man, she said number five. Susan's blindfold was removed and she was put on drinks duty while the men rested and had their glasses refreshed. Darren showed her the kitchen and she set to work collecting snacks which had been bought in earlier. Clare ached from kneeling for so long and grew more anxious from the long wait. She knew from the chatter, cheers and laughter that Susan had made the right choice. She wanted to get on with her own part of the cock sucking trial. They picked out numbers and Darren was number one this time. He could have done with a bit more time really after cumming so recently. He couldn't put it off though. They all had to play by the same rules. As he lobbed his half hard dick into his girlfiend's mouth it occurred to him that this might not be a bad thing. He wanted Clare to lose, she was not used to him being anything other than rigid. Instead of his familiar face fucking routine, Darren stood quite still. He never touched Clare with his hands at all. He made her do all the work. Expert as she was, she used her mouth to get him fully firm, but Darren never moved a muscle. Standing quite still he let her work hard for a full quarter hour before he started to feel the stirrings of another orgasm. Without a sound he let it happen and Clare was barely aware of the small trickle onto her tongue that he managed to produce in this second climax of the day. Darren imagined his prick in Susan's perfect ass as Clare licked him clean and he gave way to number two. All seven of the men had Clare eat their cum. Most of them throat fucked her really hard so by the time it was over her face was covered in snot and cum as well as being streaked with mascara running down from behind her blindfold. She had been given a far harder time than Susan. Worst of all was that she really could not think which prick had been Darren's. It definitely wasn't six because it wasn't big enough, but four and five both seemed a lot like him. She just couldn't be sure, but she was forced to make a decision. "Four" Raucous laughter broke out and her blindfold was pulled off. "OK, here's your man." Said Darren. He pushed Phil forward. He was a much older and shorter man than Darren. A tear welled in Clare's eye as she looked at Phil's limp prick. She was wondering how she got it wrong when Darren said: "I was number one." She was confused. She could barely remember that one. That wasn't the way Darren used her mouth. Clare began to realise that her trusted lover was playing some sort of game with her. At that moment Susan walked into the room with a tray of food. -o0o- They all relaxed and chatted. The full story of the bet became clear to the women for the first time. It seemed that their men were proud enough of them to boast about them and claim that they were better than their mates women. At the same time they were shown to be possessions which could be used, shared and even lent out. Clare could not understand why she felt so good about that. As they discussed how the next stage would be for the girls to identify their men by licking their asses she determined again that she would get it right. When everybody was finished eating and drinking and all the talk had got them in the mood for more sex, the blindfolds were replaced. This time there were no handcuffs. They would be expected to spread the guy's cheeks and get their tongues in as far as they could. The girls were placed on their knees and the men picked out numbers again. This time they started with Clare. Number one backed up to her face and put his hand behind her head to press her tight into his ass. Darren started a kitchen timer. Five minutes for each man. Clare got her tongue to work right away. Stiffening it to a warm, wet point she probed the tight sphincter. All the time she was trying to remember the wrinkles of Darren's asshole as she licked with all the skill and enthusiasm she had been taught to use. Five minutes had never seemed a long time, but now she was slurping her fourth ass her tongue was aching. Clare was sensing every small variation in hairiness or smoothness. She searched out each small difference in tightness of the hole she pushed her tongue into. Every tiny clue was weighed up in her mind. Despite her tiredness and the effort of licking so much ass for so long she worked harder and harder as she was getting towards half an hour of continuous rimming. When the timer rang to signal the end of the last asslick for Clare, Darren told her to remember which number she thought he had been, but not say anything. The guys then picked numbers again and got Susan to work her tongue on their asses. The younger woman tired more quickly than Clare. By the time she was on her fifth man he was grabbing her head and pulling her hard into his ass to get the feeling he wanted. Susan was beginning to gasp for breath and it was hard to concentrate. Tony's was the sixth ass she had to lick. Susan's head was swirling with fatigue and he was annoyed that he was not getting the quality of treatment he was accustomed to. Susan felt a stinging slap on her cheek and a big hand pulling her face tight into the ass. She was snapped immediately back to focus on the job and she knew for sure that this was her man. With renewed vigour Susan worked her tongue for all she was worth. When she came to the last rimming she struggled to complete it, but she desperately wanted Tony to be proud of her and she knew that she would be punished if she didn't complete the job. When the girls gave their numbers both correctly identified their man. Darren made some half joking remarks about Tony not playing straight by giving the slap and the tension rose. Clare was one down, but they needed a tie breaker for the rimming to see whether Susan had won or whether they were equal and needed another test. The two men discussed things for a while. It was decided. Tony and Darren would fuck each girl in the ass and then deepthroat the other one. The rest of the guys would decide among themselves which woman did the best job. They would toss a coin to decide the order of play. "Heads it is." A chuckle rippled through the room. The little joke had been that Darren was the head of this house and if he won the toss he would get head from his own lady. That meant he got to fuck Susan's ass which he didn't mind at all. The women were told to lie over chair arms at a comfortable height. A guest was given the job of lubing their assholes. Darren was not as stiff as he would like, so while she was being lubed he had Clare suck his dick. One asshole might be much like another, but easing himself into Susan's tight hole gave Darren a very special pleasure. She was a very pretty girl. He had noticed that his prick was a bit larger than Tony's and he couldn't help wondering whether he might be able to give Susan a better fuck than her own man would manage. After about five minutes of hard buggery the two men exchanged glances that said it was time to move on to some oral activity. Pulling out of their panting partners the women were told to kneel next to each other and ready themselves for a throat fuck. Clare had not been pleased about taking Tony in her ass. It didn't hurt and she couldn't really say that it was much different than when Darren did it, but another man in there didn't seem quite right. Giving her ass was sort of humiliating and she preferred to keep that feeling between her and Darren. There was not much time to dwell on these thoughts before Darren grasped her head firmly and pushed his cock hard into her throat. The taste she got was really only from the edible lubricant, but the thought of Susan's ass flavour being in her mouth just wouldn't leave Clare's mind. The rough face fucking that would often bring her to a fantastic orgasm without even touching her clit was not exciting her in the same way as usual. When both men had shot their load there was a round of applause from the other men. They had a short discussion and the decision was made. Susan did her job best. The score was two nil to Sue. Oh fuck. What had she done? Clare thought. She realised that allowing her self to think negatively had caused her to lose out in this contest and now she was going to get the thrashing that Darren spoke about earlier. Clare was not exactly a pain slut, but she was very submissive and it always gave her a lot of pleasure when Darren took her firmly in hand. This was different though. Every one of her discipline instruments was in the room and seven men were going to use them on her. She was trembling. -o0o- Susan served the drinks while the men picked up the discipline tools. They passed them around among themselves considering which they would most like to use. Darren fixed Clare's ankles to a spreader bar and then did the same with her wrists. He finished positioning her by attaching the centre cord of her wrist bar to a brass ceiling ring. As the winner of the challenge, Tony got to decide the extent of Clare's beating and he would also be taking her home afterwards for the weekend. He would have preferred to go away with both women and he thought he ought to get that for winning, but according to the deal he had to leave Sue behind with Darren. Well, he would enjoy his bit of sadistic fun. "OK lads. Darren can amuse himself with my little girlie while we deal with this." He grabbed Clare by the crotch and forced three fingers into her cunt. "I'll whip her pussy with the flogger. You guys will deal with one ass cheek, one tit or her belly. You can go first Phil. Pick your target." Phil went over to Clare. He fondled her tits, ran his hands down her body and round her ass. He probed her sphincter with a finger while nibbling on one nipple before drawing back and selecting a riding crop from the table. "I'll have her right tit." "OK Phil. You can have ten strokes with that. As hard as you like, but don't break the skin." Clare remembered watching some eastern European BDSM porn where a bloke in a monk's habit had caned and whipped women's tits. She had got very excited by it and Darren gave her a good spanking after they watched it. Darren was not as severe as the stuff in the film. Now she had pictures of those seriously marked women in her head and she was scared. Phil cupped Clare's breast in his hand, focussed carefully and thwacked the soft flesh with the crop. She winced and angled her head down to see the result. A clear, red rectangle marked the spot where she had been struck. Phil pinched the handful of flesh so that her nipple protruded more. His second stroke caught it directly and Clare gasped. Phil continued to pull her breast into different positions and apply the crop firmly to as much of her tit as he could cover. By the last blow her head was swimming with the pain and she sobbed. Phil kissed the inflamed breast, kissed Clare gently on the lips and sat down. Andy got up and selected a fairly heavy leather paddle with star shaped holes. "Let's even things up a bit. I'll have her left ass cheek." "OK mate. That thing looks a bit serious. You can give her six." Andy smiled. He stroked Clare's ass and patted it before positioning himself. Darren was sipping slowly on a glass of red wine as he watched his girlfriend being fondled, kissed and beaten under the instructions of another man. It was a strange feeling. In a way it was uncomfortable, but there was a strange satisfaction in it too. He liked it that his friends were getting pleasure from his woman. He enjoyed his ability to have Clare used by other men who he allowed to do it. At this very moment he was particularly enjoying Susan's sweet warm tongue licking his balls and running up and down his prick. He would enjoy her very much over the next two days. Party Craaack! Clare yelped and her knees buckled so that she was momentarily hanging from her wrist bonds. Andy reached out to caress the hot ass which was already decorated with a livid welt containing two, lighter pink stars. "Beautiful." He muttered, before landing the second blow a little lower than the first. Tears were trickling down Clare's face, but she was not making any noise. On the sixth stroke Clare slumped again on her supporting restraints. Her legs were too shaky to support her. Andy dropped to his knees. He licked the ridged and purpled buttock up and down. He savoured the heat of the damaged skin before slipping his tongue into Clare's asshole. She groaned and writhed, subconsciously directing her ass toward the soothing tongue as she eased her aching muscles within her spreaders. Slowly the fierce pain was being replaced by the happy heat of endorphins spreading through her body. These sensations were soon interrupted when the gorgeous tongue was gone and she tuned in to another guy saying that he would whip her belly with the flex. Oh god, she thought. She hated that thing. Darren made it after they watched the porno she had been thinking about earlier. The guy in the vid used a loop of something like electric cable and Darren like the round ended mark it made. He cut out an eighteen inch length of skipping rope and fixed the two ends firmly into a handle so that he could grip it well. He had only used it once. It didn't hurt as much as a cane, but it did sting a lot. "I've never seen one of those. Not too many I don't think. Especially on that skinny belly. Give her five." The first stroke was ideally placed. Her belly button was in the centre of a bright pink loop imprinted on her. After the second stroke he changed sides to balance up the marks. This part of the whipping was more of an art work than a punishment although the stinging was intense. "I must get one of those cord things." Said Tony. "You would like patterns like that on you wouldn't you Sue?" Susan couldn't reply because Darren pressed her face down onto his prick. Five blows were quickly completed and attention transferred again to Clare's next torment. Jim was ready with a thing like a narrow, plastic ruler, but a bit more than a foot long. By putting his hand on her tit, Jim had already indicated to Tony what he wanted. "Right then, she had ten of the crop on her other tit didn't she. I think we had better keep it even. You can give her ten with that." Jim was pleased. He felt that the last guy had missed out. That rope was interesting, but he would much rather give her tits a good going over and ten strokes was a lot. He looked carefully at the swollen, discoloured right breast. Wonderful. Grasping Clare's nipple, Jim lifted her tit and whacked its underside. Excellent. He pulled it to one side and gave a couple of strokes to the inner edge. He was pleased with his technique. With his ten strokes he would mark every part of this tit in his own special way. When he was finished he followed the example of some of his predecessors by kissing and licking the punished breast before leaving. Clare was groaning with a mixture of the discomfort all round her body and the stimulation from caresses and endorphins. Her mind was swimming now. She was barely aware of the transition to the next guy and his selection of the cane for the only area left for him. Tony stayed with his previous principle and gave the same number of strokes to each buttock. "Six mate. Off you go." "Yaaah!" Oh shit. The fucking cane, she thought. Clare had been shocked out of her reverie by a very hard cane stroke on her ass. She hadn't heard what Tony had said and had no idea how many of these she was going to get. Tears were flowing down her face again. Despite the force of the blows and the pain from the cane, Clare took the strokes without too much problem. Getting her ass caned was familiar. Being spreadeagled rather than bent over, and getting it all on one cheek, was different from a normal caning. At the same time it was almost comfortingly familiar. Before she realised what was happening, the six strokes were done and the men were taking her down from the ceiling ring. With her spreaders still in place Clare was laid on her back. Her legs were drawn up above her face and tied in place so that her cunt was spread wide, facing upwards. Tony picked up the flogger. "I'm going to give this cunt twelve good ones with this and then take her home lads. I know you'll be happy for me." He chuckled at the grinning faces around him. Darren had three fingers deep in Susan's pussy. She was sopping wet. He couldn't wait for them all to go so that he could get to use her some more. The swish of the flogger and the splatter sound was followed by a squeal from Clare. "Very nice." Said Tony as he looked at glistening pink lips quivering before him. "I am going to give you twelve of these." He cracked down another. "So just ten to go and then we will go and play." The rest of the strokes came in rapid succession. Clare could not close her legs or dodge the onslaught on her burning pussy. The flogger spread its impact to her tender inner thighs and up her crotch as well. It left a bright pink area reaching from the heavy welts on her ass to the rope stripes on her tummy. Hard though it was, it was done quickly. Tony didn't follow up with any tender touches. He just released her from her restraints so she flopped to the floor in an exhausted torpor. Darren broke away from Susan, got up and collected Clare's fur coat from the hall. He tossed it to Tony. "There you go mate. This is all she needs. She's all yours for forty eight hours. Enjoy yourself. I'm going to." Both men laughed. All the guys were relaxed as they said their goodbyes and made their way out of the house. A barefoot Clare, wearing only her coat, was led shakily to Tony's car. Darren Kissed her deeply before she went out of the door. "Love you." He whispered in her ear. Party I'd had a hellish day at work. It seemed to me that the only time I wasn't trying to deal with a customer with a complaint was when I was dealing with a customer with multiple complaints. Oh! I forgot. I did have once change. My blasted manager had a complaint. And his complaint was due to something he'd screwed up and he was looking for someone to blame. All in all, not my best day. So I stagger home and I'm greeted by a smiling hubby who's already changed and just waiting for me to get dolled up so we could go to the party. "What party?" "Didn't I tell you about it? I was sure I had." No, he hadn't told me about any frigging party. Did I want to go? No. Was I being given a choice? Again, no. It would be an insult to his boss if we didn't turn up. I said a few choice words under my breath and went and got ready for the party. We rolled up at the party. It was being help al fresco with a buffet style meal. Just help yourself folks. Ditto with the drinks. I ate hungrily and sipped on the wine carefully. I was so beat that I thought a couple of glasses would have been enough to put me under the table. Wouldn't that have been a fine testimonial to hubby's boss, having me pass out drunk in the middle of his party. There was dancing which I was too tired to even attempt, and a lot of talking, to which I contributed my share. Although the party was al fresco, the house was open, with people wandering in and out and looking around. It was a very nice house, too. I wandered in and looked it over, making a mental note of a couple of ideas that would probably work very well at our place. I opened one door too many. It was a bedroom, you see, and there was this very nice bed, right there in front of me, and I really was feeling bushed. A fifteen minute catnap wouldn't hurt anyone, now would it? I set the time on my phone for fifteen minutes and then just lay down and flaked right out. Now this next part of what happened is pure conjecture on my part. I was asleep, so I don't KNOW that this is what happened, but the final results meant something like this must have gone on. After I zonked off John (as in John Doe – the unknown male) came into the room for some reason and sees me there, out like a light. Did he discreetly depart or gently wake me? No he did not. What he did do, the callous swine, was to unbutton my blouse. Unfortunately, I was wearing a front fastening bra, so guess what else got undone? Not satisfied with that he hitched up my dress to reveal my panties. And then he felt me up. I'm quite sure that whoever it was did a fair amount of intimate exploration, even though he didn't pull my panties down. I suspect he was gently massaging me through the material, just getting me nicely aroused in my sleep. I say gently because I'm quite sure that if he'd been rough or greedy I'd have woken up and screamed blue murder. I have no idea if my alarm went off or not, but if it did I managed to sleep through it. I must have been asleep for nearly an hour before I stirred. I was having this lovely dream, quite hot and very romantic. I could feel my lover kissing my breasts, sucking lightly on my nipples. Then I was blinking awake and I could feel my new friend, John, stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples. I must have made some sort of sound because he looked at me and smiled. I was still at least half asleep, thinking I was dreaming still, and I smiled back at him. "I've been waiting for you to wake up," he said. "Now just bear with me for a minute." So I'm looking sleepily at him, not sure what's going on, when he takes hold of my panties and takes them off. Now I was positive I was still dreaming. John eases my legs apart and kneels between him and I'm not really surprised to see his trousers are missing. As I watch he leans forward until his cock just lightly brushes against my lips. Then he pushes forward, easing my lips apart and sliding gently into me. "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, feeling puzzled, while a delicious sensation travels through me as his cock slides slowly in. "Ah, is that a trick question?" he asks, and I felt awfully foolish. I mean, it was pretty obvious what he was doing. "B-but I don't even know you," I pointed out. "That's all right," he gently assured me. "After all, I don't know you, either." So I'm lying there, drowsily watching as his cock slides all the way into me. Then he started moving. He wasn't doing anything in a hurry. He pulled slowly out and pushed slowly back home, and it felt absolutely wonderful. I found myself rocking in time with him, pushing up as he came in, relaxing again as he withdrew. It just went on and on, a long slow loving, leaving me lost in a world of feeling. There was no rush of passion or lust. Just a long, slow building of excitement, slow waves of fire rippling through me in time to his long slow thrusts. If I was dreaming it was the most amazing dream and I didn't want it to end. All of a sudden John started putting more fire into his loving. He was taking me a lot harder and I was gasping and bouncing under him, and that gentle heat I'd been feeling was blazing high. I climaxed, and imagined that he did, too, and I was shuddering and shaking, trembling with the force of it. I was gasping in the aftermath of what had happened. Spent and still tired, I closed my eyes again and drifted off. I woke up to find Hubby shaking me. "I've been looking for you," he said with a laugh. "I should have guessed you came in to have a nap." I sat up with a gasp, looking down at myself. I was fully dressed. A dream. It had to have been a dream. And quite a hot one, I thought with a small smile. I could still feel the heat in my loins. I hopped off the bed and scrabbled for my shoes, slipping them on. A quick look in the mirror and a fluff of my hair and I was prepared to return to the party. One last glance to make sure I was presentable and I felt a cold chill run down my back. The top button on my blouse was done up. I never do up that button. Party Affiliations Tawny understood that her husband was a world-class son of a bitch and there wasn't any changing him; he was what he was. Jack's success as an associate regional manager for one of the nation's largest providers of claims management solutions to insurance companies had been earned at the expense of others. Whether it was figuring out a person's weaknesses and using them against him, taking credit for the work of others, or publicly targeting weak people to demonstrate his own power, no tricks were beneath him. His job, as he explained to Tawny one day, was to help insurance companies gouge everyone from physicians to automobile owners, and increasing premiums, which were used to pay the multimillion-dollar salaries of their top executives. Money from the "little man", as he put it, helped to compensate for their losses in the stock market, and recover other losses in a legal system gone awry. Jack always had been and always would be a son of a bitch. A true company man if ever there was one, Jack clawed his way up the corporate ladder to be on the cusp of upper management; however, no matter how ambitious a person was, there was only a finite amount of space on the top rung. It was simply a matter of business physics: no two people could occupy the same position at the same time. Jack viewed this position in the same way that he viewed all of his previous positions: like someone else was in his rightful spot and had to be removed. An opening of this magnitude was the Haley's Comet of the insurance world, occurring only once in a person's lifetime. So rare was it that an associate like Jack could spend his whole life never seeing the position vacant. Yet he craved the position of regional manager and all the trappings of the elite lifestyle that accompanied it: expensive cars, lavish waterfront homes, and European vacations. It all stroked his ego and Jack enjoyed having his ego stroked almost as much as having his cock stroked. Tawny, on the other hand, had been a wholesome girl for most of her life, raised by a pair of loving parents in suburban Middle America. She had been a scrawny adolescent who came into her beauty late in her teenage years, developing into a flawless blonde beauty without the accompanying snobbish attitude of the truly hot. Her eyes were so innocent and sexy that it was almost criminal. If it wasn't her eyes that held your attention, then it was the two all-natural inviting globes, due south about twelve inches, which did. Her tits begged to be sucked. She didn't learn how to use them until adulthood, when she got drunk and entered a wet T-shirt contest. Wiggling and jiggling on stage she worked the crowd applying lotion and doing anything to win the contest. She finished the evening in a reverse cowgirl position with streams of cream all over her face, but she never forgot how good it made her feel to have men ogle over her. There was a freshness about her smooth skin that gave her such a youthful appearance that it made you search for signs that she wasn't still a teenager. Fucking Tawny would be like fucking your best friend's little sister in high school: you knew that it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Her only flaw, in fact, was being married to Jack. Tawny felt empty inside. She realized that she was stuck in a marriage of convenience. Career always had been Jack's priority and their marriage was a means to serve that end. The corporation favored those managers who could project a positive family image to the rest of the world. What went on behind closed doors, they couldn't have cared less about. She found herself unfulfilled with the bored, unchallenging lifestyle of a trophy housewife. Sometimes when she'd host a party, one of her husband's mealy-mouthed bootlickers, having had too much to drink, would invariably try to convince her that it was the demands of the job that made her husband such a prick. As if by reassuring her that she was far too intelligent and attractive to have willingly married such an asshole, they could seduce her into letting them fuck her. At first she found such attempts at getting into her panties pitiful, but over the course of time she began to find the game sexually arousing. This newly discovered pleasure caused a tingling sensation in her sweet little pussy, leaving her moist. So it became Tawny's newest game for the excitement and attention that she so desperately sought to fill the void left by her unfulfilled lifestyle. Jack was aware of what was making his wife's panties wet, but didn't mind these advances. It had given him the inspiration for the idea on how to get his next promotion. **************************** The tingling sensation between Tawny's legs returned again when Jack asked her to host another party. She usually made all of the arrangements, but this time Jack took charge of the guest list to ensure that the regional supervisor was the only top executive to receive an invite. The night of the party, Tawny dressed in a sexy black mini dress with a deep V-shaped bodice to display her ample soft breasts. It was provocative, yet classy, and went well with her favorite pair of Nicole Miller black strapped high-heels. She didn't always enjoy the hours of preparation that it took to get ready, but did enjoy fantasizing how much attention her efforts would garner. In the shower she examined her freshly waxed bikini area. She hated having to endure the excruciating pain of the Brazilian cut but loved the curtained-off look that it left on her labia. Her curiosity peaked, she made the hasty decision to shave it all off. Never before had she gone completely bare, and found it a surprisingly liberating and exciting sensation. She loved the feeling of her freshly shaved mound, and after a warm breeze found its way up her dress, made another decision to go pantiless. It was going to be a special night, she could feel it. Moments later, she sashayed downstairs to welcome her guests as they arrived. Greeting the guests was her favorite part of the whole evening. A couple of well-planted seeds here and she would reap a harvest of attention the whole night. Her foyer was private with soft dim lighting and just enough space for one couple at a time. The tight quarters allowed her to turn embraces into caresses, exploring all of her male guests under the guise of being a good hostess. After greeting all the guests, she set her sights on Jack's boss as the target. Her method of working was a simple one: get the man drunk and tease. She could work a man until he was on the verge of creaming himself right in front of his woman, who would never suspect that, in his mind, her man was bending Tawny over and pounding her hard. In fact, she found the added challenge of another woman to be more exciting. Tonight the greetings at the door left her so wet that she questioned the wisdom of not wearing any panties. Hornier than usual, she was afraid of juices running down the inside of her thigh. Going pantiless was not part of the plan and bad things happened when you deviated from the plan. Enticing the regional supervisor and getting him drunk was the easy part. Tawny was an excellent conversationalist and when she sensed that her mark was getting a little tipsy, she increased the amount of alcohol she was putting into his drinks. She had used this tactic frequently before and it never failed her. "Maybe you should slow down on those drinks," protested his wife in a nagging tone. "You know how you can get after you've had too much to drink." The grown man looked as embarrassed as if chastised by his mother. Like shooting fish in a barrel, Tawny thought to herself as her conversation with the couple continued. While the wife was there, she was witty and charming, and when the wife went away, she switched to seductive and inviting. Tawny's game of "turning it on again/off again" was played out with all the skill of a Broadway actress. The mark became increasingly horny especially when his wife would depart, making Tawny's seductive side come out. It was as if someone was giving him a good tug job only every time he was on the verge of climax, they would abruptly stop, pause, and then start back up again, cruelly never letting him blow his load before repeating the cycle. After the wife had excused herself, Tawny moved in on him and gently brushed up against the front of his pants. Her goal was the head of his penis and she scored a direct hit that resulted in no small measure of a physiological response to stimulation. Impulses shot through his already primed nerve endings to the pleasure sensors in the brain, releasing endorphins, causing his anus to contract and the muscles at the base of his cock to spasm, making his penis almost jump right out of his pants. Tawny saw the front of his pants leap out at her and was instantly swollen with pride. Her charms had worked. They always did. In one quick motion, she grabbed him by the hand, turned toward the stairs and said, "Come with me," as they bolted together. Even if he had wanted to protest, she didn't leave him any time to, and like a lamb to the slaughter, he was led away. Jack had watched the whole scene play out before him from a dark corner of the room and smirked. Tawny had now crossed into uncharted territory. Her flirting had taken her this far many times with other men before, but never any farther. She could feel her pussy begin to throb. She held tightly onto the mark's hand as they climbed, forcing him to follow closely in trail. During the whole journey his face was only inches away from her stunning ass. It bounced with every step, giving him a hint of her savory fragrance that the quick pace and throbbing little pussy had created between her legs. The aroma was intoxicating. When they reached the top of the stairs, he was dizzy and on the brink of collapse. A cocktail of alcohol, testosterone, and adrenaline was coursing through his veins. The thought of taking another man's wife in her own bed, while both her husband and his wife were still downstairs, was exhilarating. As if reading his mind, Tawny breathed into his ear, "I want you to fuck me hard, knowing your is wife downstairs." Knowing what a man wanted to hear and which buttons to push was a specialty of Tawny's. With those words she sent him over the edge, but while doing so, was dangerously close to the precipice herself. She never let him take control. Instead she dragged him into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while forcing him onto his knees directly in front of her. Tawny's aggressiveness seemed so spontaneous that he had no idea the care and practice that had gone into this exact placement on the floor. Tawny hoisted her black strappy heel up over his shoulder, resting the crook of her knee comfortably there; her calf and foot dangled against his back. With all the grace and balance of a gymnast, she slowly lifted her other foot off the floor higher than her hips before straightening it out, until it was fully extended. Her legs lay spread wide apart in a modified split, straddling him. The black mini dress was forced to climb high up on her hips, leaving her pantiless crotch exposed. Her heart pumped faster and breathing became more labored to fuel her tensed muscles. He was bursting at the seams. With her legs spread wide apart, her shaved little box was now just inches away from his face, emanating heat, aroma, and wetness. It was too much for him to take and he instinctively dove in with his tongue. Tawny's head exploded with pleasure as the tongue slid past her outer lips, propelling her well beyond the point of no return. All of the sexual tension that she had built up in the mark she had also built up in herself too. It had been a long time since Jack had pleased her with the emotional and physical contact that every woman needs. Feeling sexy, shaving herself, shamelessly flirting, and Jack's inattention gradually merged into one, making her psychologically and physically ripe for the picking as she slipped over the edge. The plan that she worked out with Jack would have to be temporarily put on hold as both her legs hung out in the air, quivering as she helplessly tried to stave off the pleasure that was about to overtake her. Her cumming wasn't part of the plan, but it was her last thought as she slipped into oblivion and surrendered to the will of his probing tongue. His tongue quickly worked Tawny's now dark pink pussy lips before making its way to her engorged clitoris, thrusting all the way into her smooth mound. Tawny felt her vagina and pelvic muscles begin a series of rhythmic spasms as a wave of euphoric release washed over her body. "AAUUGGH!!!" She came all over his face, coating it from nose to chin. He didn't let up on his tongue action and continued to flick the housewife's re-emerging clitoris. Again Tawny felt the tension well up inside her. This time it was her thigh muscles that initially felt the returning twinge before the contractions erupted, sending her climbing to an additional peak as a second release of tension followed on the heels of the first. "Yes, yes, OHHHHHH!!!!!" After she received several more strokes of his tongue, she panted and felt a spine-tingling shiver and a bead of sweat roll off her forehead as the mind-blowing orgasm returned. Tawny's back arched up off the bed, vibrating ecstatically from head to toe. She felt so filled up that she let out another string of nonsensical syllables as she rode the waves of multiple orgasms to successively higher peaks. "OHH, YESS, YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tawny's orgasms slowly waned to a tingling sensation in her feet. She felt her toes curl around the edge of her Nicole Millers in a hopeless attempt to hang on to the vestiges of her orgasm. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned satisfactorily, returning to her body. "My husband has never made me cum like that before," she confessed regretfully as she dismounted the man's face. She stood him up and helped him out of his clothes. "I want to feel your cock tickle the back of my throat," she purred at him, still feeling the need to explore her dirty side. For the first time, she let her hands work their way slowly down his bare chest. He was in remarkably good shape for a middle-aged man, she thought to herself. He had a firm body that managed to avoid the bulging midsection that plagued so many other men his age. In his younger years he must have been quite the stud. It was a shame that it was wasted on his obnoxious wife. She reached for her semi-stiff objective between his legs. She moved her hand over the member, focusing on the tip. It was a nice piece of meat: long, thick, veiny, with a good curve, a small head that she was certain had speared more than a couple of honeys before ending its career with the ice lady. She could feel his pre-cum as she paused to enjoy the closeness and intimacy before working the sensitive area with the flat of her hand. "You're so much bigger than my husband." "UMMMMM," he breathed. Tawny had gotten hers and now he couldn't wait to get his. She reached for his balls and felt the weight heavy in her hand; it must have been a while since they had been emptied. She worked his balls, feeling his member become fully erect. Her mission was complete. She dropped to her knees, lifting his penis up until its head was up around his navel. Again her deviation from the plan put her in dangerous territory, but she didn't care as she lovingly stroked and kissed his dick. The pretty blonde got down for some serious ball sucking as she stroked his cock hard in her hand, licking her way up from his scrotum all the way to his pre-cum before she eagerly wolfed down the cock that was put to her face. She could barely get his whole member in her mouth. She knew how to give good head: plenty of eye contact and, when the cum started flowing, holding her mouth open and sucking up as much as she could. After several bobs and strokes, she regained her composure and remembered why she was there. She grabbed hold of his cock for a couple of quick strokes, ensuring that its hardness would last a little while longer. "You're going to cum all over me, big boy," She said as she grabbed the man's cock and gave it a good shake. She loved the feel of the dense weight in her hand and had been dying to do that. "Let me slip out of this dress first." She slid the straps of the mini dress off and let them fall past her soft shoulders, lifting her lovely rack up to him. She let him caress them before she gathered up all of his clothes and backed into the bathroom. She straightened herself up, pulled herself together, and exited through another door back down to the party. For her, at least, the exciting part was over. The stage had been set. The invisible handoff had been made and it was now Jack's turn to spring the trap. ************************ As if right on cue, Jack appeared out of nowhere, surprising the still naked regional supervisor on his knees. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Jack faked being appalled. The mark did the only smart thing that he could think to do and didn't say a thing. Being found naked in a compromising position was one thing, telling a man you just tongue fucked his wife was another, and he didn't know exactly how much Jack knew or if Tawny would be coming out of the bathroom. "I'm going to ruin you, you fucking pervert," Jack growled. "First I'm going downstairs to bring your wife up here, and when everyone in the company finds out, you'll be fired. Your wife is going to rake you over the coals in divorce court and take all your money, and you'll never see your kids again. Even your friends aren't going to want to talk to you once I'm finished with you." Jack's cheeks were flush and the glare helped sell the whole act. The regional supervisor's head was spinning, desperately searching for a way out, his high just moments before replaced by the panic of being publicly exposed. Everything Jack threatened was true. If word got out, he would assuredly be fired, divorced and humiliated. He had worked too hard over the past twenty-five years to give it all up like this and decided that his best option was to throw himself at Jack's mercy. "Jack," he pleaded, "I know what you're feeling, and I don't want to bring any more shame to my family than I already have." In truth, he didn't have any idea what Jack was feeling and his only concern was for his own public shame and the inevitable raping of his bank account. "I'll give you money, if we just start all over and pretend that this little incident never happened." "Oh really, how much money is it going to take to erase the memory of you tongue fucking my wife in my own home?" Damn, he knew, the supervisor thought. "If you don't ruin me, I'll give you anything you want, just name your price." Jack didn't say a word. He moved closer to him carefully. He spread his feet a little more than shoulder width apart and reoriented his groin in the direction of the kneeling man. The message was so skillfully delivered and with such uncertainty that, later in therapy, the mark wasn't certain that the dick sucking hadn't been his idea. His only words were, "I'll suck your dick." Jack didn't have any hang-ups about having his dick sucked by another guy. In fact, he made a show of it. He left his hands on his hips, not wanting to lend the guy any assistance as the mark hesitantly undid his belt. The mark reached up and fumbled with the zipper to pull his pants down just enough to expose his five-and-a-half-inch prick. Jack noticed that the mark's bigger dick was still hard and wondered if it was the result of Tawny remembering to give it a couple of tugs before she made her getaway. It was about seven and a half inches in length with a nice curve upwards along the shaft. The thought of her having to touch the other man's cock wasn't pleasant for Jack, but the fact that is was so much larger than his really pissed him off. The mark's cock was larger by at least a full two inches, had thicker veins, and still got harder than Jack's. He mentally compensated by reminding himself who was about to suck off whom here. Party Affiliations The regional supervisor, upright on his knees, began to quake as he rested both hands on Jack's lean sinewy thighs. Jack placed both of his hands on the supervisor's shoulders, making for a better visual effect. He paused, gathered courage, then leaned forward and took Jack into his mouth. He slowly mouthed the head of Jack's dick to get himself used to the texture. It was soft at first but the harder he sucked, the more the cock twitched and thickened in his mouth. Jack looked down at the face of the mark, who grimaced with eyes closed. It was obviously awkward for the supervisor as he struggled to remember how his wife used to suck his cock long before they were married and stopped such entitlements. The mark took the penis out of his mouth and worked the balls and all the crevices with his tongue. To add insult to injury, Jack gyrated his hips up, forcing the defrocked supervisor to lick the bottom of his scrotum, careful not to make him move from his placement. Much to Jack's surprise, the man licked the underside of the scrotum and continued on further south to Jack's "sweet spot". Jack's whole body quivered with this unexpected surprise. He almost let out a moan, then quickly remembered to be silent. He thought that it was a pathetic sentiment that the mark was going all out for his enjoyment and wasn't sure if he wasn't enjoying it. The tongue slowly worked the vicinity of the asshole before making its way inside. It lightly flicked in and out before disappearing, as if trying to bury itself, shooting in and out of his asshole while the mark's hands moved to his erect penis, working up and down on the shaft. Jack was surprised at how much he was enjoying himself. He was a handsome man and had had more than his fair share of women suck him off, but there was something novel about another man doing it. Maybe it was the mark's familiarity with the male body or the fact that the mark was a stronger presence between his legs than he was used to. After Jack's asshole had a thorough tasting, the mark returned north again, playing with his balls while licking the full length of the shaft. His technique quickly improved with each minute: slowly at first, then at a quick and sustained pace, slurping, sucking, and gagging his way until Jack felt that he would soon release his load. The hands pumped roughly up and down on his shaft harder and harder while working his balls. Jack's testicles were sensitive to the touch, but he enjoyed having them handled, lightly massaged, and pulled during the pleasure cycle. It was like having a wrestler working vigorously between your legs trying to get his opponent, Jack, to submit by climaxing. Even the climax had been planned out to the minutest detail. Jack grabbed the base of his swollen cock when he felt the first intense muscles spasm at the base of the penis. He ran it around the supervisor's mouth as it shot its milky white liquid. What Jack lacked in size, he more than made up for in quantity. He always prided himself on shooting a big load and this one wasn't any different. He stroked load after load onto the mark's face, depositing thoroughly his cum around the whole mouth. Then using his cock as the spreader, he spread his batter, circling the mouth several times before sticking the cum- covered member back into the mark's mouth to be cleaned off by the newly facialed. The regional supervisor made muffled "ugh and UMM" sounds each time Jack stuck the dick into his waiting mouth. His cum had a light tart taste to it. He felt a small measure of revenge by winning this cockfight over the mark for clearly having the superior cock. He was surprised that the once proud man didn't call it quits after he came, but instead allowed Jack to violate his orifice many times after he painted his face. Maybe he liked the taste of cum now, Jack thought. Just a few feet away, the hidden camera positioned there recorded everything, even the smacking sounds of the cleaning. ********************** Meanwhile, Tawny had been downstairs finishing up her part by chatting it up with the mark's nincompoop of a wife. She hated this bitch, and didn't feel the slightest remorse for her part in dethroning her man. "Your house is nice," remarked the woman. "Thank you." "It must be nice to save money by not having to hire all that cleaning help, what with you living in a small house and all." She had enough of this bitch and her snide comments. For a moment she considered saying to her, "Oh yeah, well your husband is upstairs right now sucking my husband's cock." But the wife's humiliation wasn't part of the plan and Tawny had deviated from it enough tonight. She wondered what Jack would do about her earlier departure from the plan after he reviewed the tape and heard the statements that she made. Tawny had the wife slightly inebriated and in need of another refreshment. When she strode over to the bar, she got a small advance back on her dented self-esteem. The woman's husband returned and she watched as the happy couple reunited. The wife, now well lubricated, celebrated her husband's return by treating him to a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Tawny felt the tingling sensation in her pussy return. She didn't know if it was the revenge or the thought of the medley from both her and her husband's juices mingling around in the arrogant woman's mouth that turned her on. Tawny hoped that he would fuck her tonight before washing his mouth out. Then it struck her why she hated this woman so much. She too had once been a trophy wife, but after years of being trapped in a passionless marriage, her spirit had been eroded. In her, Tawny saw a reflection of herself. She had seen a glimpse into her future and was repulsed by what she saw. Her hatred for this woman quickly turned to pity and from pity to fear. What would happen to her if she remained in a marriage with someone as cold and calculating as Jack? She reflected back on her part of the plan that she had played and the certain ruin of this man who had been entrapped by a sinister plot. As she turned her thoughts to him she couldn't help but to feel affection for him for the experience that they shared. For the first time in a long time she felt a sense of shame and guilt. She would never again share a bed with Jack. ****************** Having just narrowly escaped a very publicly embarrassing situation with career-ending implications, the regional manager was feeling a false sense of relief as the reverse cuckold couple left the party. All the way home, the regional supervisor plotted his revenge on his blackmailers. None of his plans would be carried out though once he discovered that the whole humiliating experience of sucking another man's cock was caught on video. Later that night, alone in his study, Jack reviewed the tape and watched his wife writhe and buck while being pleasured by another man in a way that he had never been able to. Even though it had been his plan, the fact that she came so many times and then took liberties sucking the large cock indicated that it was more than her performing the act he had planned out; it was as if she was having an affair. His blood began to boil. He edited her out of the tape and, over the course of a few months, leveraged pressure on the man by threatening to release it to everyone, starting with his family. The regional supervisor forced himself to watch the tape hundreds of times, looking for a way out. There wasn't any. Jack had planned this too well. His positioning, lighting, and the fact that he was careful not to make any sounds would never allow him to be identified. The regional supervisor, on the other hand, was easily identifiable both by sight and sounds. There was just enough ambient light to allow for easy shots of his face with the cock in it. Even the recording device had picked up the slurping sounds, which were incriminating enough by themselves. Jack slowly tortured the supervisor by blackmailing him into sucking his cock several more times, once giving him a mouthful of his cum just moments before publicly addressing all the employees in the region. The time after that, Jack grudge fucked him hard in his own office while thinking about how well he had pleased Tawny. The secretary outside wondered what all her boss' grunting and groaning was about. The mark was never the same again, and despair finally won out. Eventually, the man suffered a minor psychological breakdown and was forced to leave the company, but not before completing his final act of recommending Jack as the new regional supervisor. Party Aftermath My sister had been living with us (my wife and I and our two children) until she found her own house out here in Arizona. While we love her, and enjoy spending time with her, after six months the novelty had begun to wear off. Finally, she found what she felt was THE perfect house. After a stressful week going back and forth with proposals and counter-proposals, she reached an agreement with the seller. She wasn't going to move out right away, since the seller wasn't moving for two weeks, and then there was the inevitable work which would need to be done, but everyone was planning on her moving at some point in the next four to six weeks. In anticipation of that move (on our part) and celebration of finding the perfect house, we decided to throw a party on the next Saturday night. We invited about 25 people, but you know how that is, about 40-45 people ended up coming (and not all the original 25 showed up, either!). Quite a few were from my sister's work, others that all three of us knew, and still a few others who just my wife, Bridget, and my Sister, Sue, knew from the times the two of them had gone out dancing. While we had done our best to invite an equal number of men and woman to the party, it ended up that there were probably about eight or so more guys than girls. During the party my wife was getting quite a bit of attention. She is in her late-30's, but looks like she's about 27: 5'8" tall and 121 pounds, she keeps herself in great shape. Her breasts are not overly large, but neither are they small, about a C cup, and are crowned with these large dark areolas, and exquisite nipples. Her legs are truly a natural wonder, long and shapely, and end in perhaps the most perfect ass on the planet. The rest of her figure is shapely, and very tight. Her beautiful face boasts a pair of lips which were God's gift to sensuality, and her large brown eyes seem to look right into your soul. Her long blonde hair was done perfectly that night, as she was wearing a short tight floral mini-dress which showed off all her assets to perfection. One of my wife's fantasies (and she has many) is to make love to two men at the same time. What a shock, right? Isn't that most women's fantasy? Anyway, I was receptive to the idea, but every time even the hint of the opportunity arose, she'd back away from actually going through with it. I think she was afraid of how I'd react if it really happened. Through the course of the evening, I could see she was blatantly flirting with one of the guys who I really didn't know. His name was Phil. She had met him at one of the clubs where she and my sister went dancing, and I could tell that she found him attractive. I also wondered, of course, if anything other than dancing had gone on between them, since they seemed really friendly. But when I asked her, she just smiled and kissed me. Bridget had a few drinks, enough to loosen her up, but not so much that she was really drunk, and she was in a very amorous mood by the time midnight came around. She started getting more and more touchy with the guys she was dancing with, as well as with me, and I could tell she was aroused by the way her nipples stood out in her tight dress. My wife is rarely the aggressor in our love making, but that night she came up behind me when I was standing at the bar. She put her arms around me and ran her hands up and down my body, making sure to pay special attention to my crotch, and nibbled at my neck. Then she whispered in my ear, "I need you inside me. Now." When a man gets an invitation like that, you don't pass it up. Furiously, I tried to think of where the most erotic place would be for us to have sex. Unfortunately, our guests were spread out all over the house and backyard. Lamely, I could only think of one place where I didn't think we would run into any revelers. I turned around and told her to meet me in the bedroom in 5 minutes. I'd just grab us a few beers. She went to the bedroom, and I grabbed a cold six pack from the fridge. As I was getting the beer, Phil walked in to grab one himself. Inspiration hit. We had a moment or two of small talk before I asked him if he found Bridget attractive. He told me he found her beautiful. I told him about her fantasy, and asked if he might not like helping her to achieve it. I thought he was going to come right then and there. I told him that I was going to our bedroom, down at the end of the hall, and that I'd leave the door cracked. He could come and watch the preliminaries, and then when I signaled for him to enter, he was to come in quietly, making no sound. He readily agreed. I went to the bedroom, and there was Bridget sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed to show them off to their fullest extent. As promised, I made sure to leave the door cracked behind me. I put the beers down on the floor, and handed one to Bridget, while taking one myself. We toasted, then kissed, our hands running up and down each others' bodies. "I hope Sue doesn't miss us." I whispered. "Actually, isn't it kind of exciting to be making love in here with all those people just down the hall?" I kissed her neck, running my hands over her breasts, her fully erect nipples trying to bore holes the fabric of her dress. "Aren't you worried that someone might walk in on us?" "Doesn't that just add to the excitement?" She whispered back, and she massaged my crotch. "And what if somebody should walk in?" "Then they'll just get a very good show, now, won't they?" All the talk was really turning me on, as it was her, not to mention the mutual caressing going on, so it was time to put the next part of my plan into effect. I got up from the bed and went into my closet, returning with 4 old ties. When Bridget saw the ties, she smiled. Not very often, but occasionally, Bridget would like to be tied up, while I made sure she had orgasm after orgasm. We hadn't done it in a long time, years, but she knew exactly what I had in mind (or thought she did), and I could see the expectation in her eyes. "What do you want me to do?" She asked. "Slip out of that dress." She did, standing next to the bed and pulling it over her head. She now stood before me in just her thong panties and high heels. "Lay down." She kicked the heels off and lay on the bed. I tied first one wrist, then the other, to the two posts at the head of the bed, then tied each ankle to one of the posts at the bed's foot. Then I went back into the closet. "Where are you going?" I came back, carrying a scarf. "Something a little different, tonight." I wrapped the scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her. Then for the first time, I looked over to the door. I could see Phil was watching everything from his vantage point, and I signaled that it was time for him to enter. I started to run my hands over every inch of Bridget's, her body writhing to my touch. I motioned for Phil to get undressed, while I continued with my light touch on Bridget. "That feels so good." Bridget sighed. "Does it? Well, you are in for one incredible night of sex." I replied as I stood up next to the bed. "Don't stop!" She cried. I smiled, "Okay." Then I motioned for Phil that he should take over. Standing next to the bed naked, I noticed that he was not a small man, genitally speaking: at least 8 inches long and thick, his cock stood straight out as he viewed this bound and naked woman before him. He knelt on the bed next to Bridget and began to caress her body, while I got undressed. His hands began to make smaller and smaller circles around her breasts, finally centering on one, Bridget moaning in pleasure. He lowered his mouth to her other breast and began gently licking and sucking, first on her areola, then on the nipple itself. As I finished getting undressed, Phil moved his hands down, keeping his mouth on her breast, until he was gently stroking her inner thighs and running his fingers over her mound. I caught Phil's eye and he stopped for a moment, and I undid my wife's left wrist. But only for a moment, as I re-tied it on the same post as the other one. Then I untied her left ankle, making it comfortable for her to lay on her right side. I let Phil run his hands over her ass and legs again, and then up her back and shoulders, as his rigid cock pressed into her ass. She pressed her ass back into him, moving her hips back and forth to feel his hardness there. Phil was now laying down next to Bridget, and he gently removed her panties. Bridget parted her legs and reached back with her left leg, hooking it over Phil's hip. His cock now slid between her legs, her wet pussy lips parting as he slid it up and down along them. I moved to Bridget's front, watching Phil's cock slide between her legs, his hands moved around her body to knead her breasts. Bridget was panting now, she was so turned on. Phil was kissing and licking the back of her neck, and her hips were gyrating wildly. "I want you inside me", she moaned. Phil reached down with one hand and I watched as he guided his cock inside my wife. "Oh God, you are so hard. So thick." I was so incredibly turned on by this point, that I could take it no longer. I had to participate. I leaned over my wife and removed the blindfold. She started to protest, that she liked not being able to see, then noticed that I stood before her, next to the bed. Obviously, she had someone inside her. Her entire body stopped for a moment. Then the sensations overrode any reservations she had and her hips began to thrust back against Phil's powerful strokes. I knelt next to the bed, and gently began to use my mouth on Bridget's clitoris. From my vantage point, I was getting a close up view of Phil sliding in and out of Bridget, her juices making his cock glisten as her lips gripped his shaft. As soon as she gave into the sensations, I could feel her orgasm begin to build. "Oh God, yes. Yes. Harder. Faster. You feel so good. Fuck me. Don't stop. That's it. Oh, yes." It was mere moments before here hips began to buck wildly as her orgasm coursed through her. She screamed with pleasure. As Bridget's back arched and her entire body tensed, Phil rammed his cock as far as it would go inside her, unloading himself. We lay there for a few minutes, as hard as that was for me to do, but as Phil slowly slid out of Bridget, he was still rigid, or he was rigid again. He looked at me and I motioned for him to move around to my side of the bed. He did, and then started to kneel, as if we were going to switch positions, but I whispered to him what I wanted to do. He lay down in front of my wife, lifting her free leg over his waist. Then guided himself back inside her, with her on top. "Mmmm. That feels wonderful." Bridget murmured. He began to thrust in and out of her again, her hips picking up his rhythm. I lay down behind her, snaking my arm around front, and using my hand on her clitoris. I could feel the tension mounting in her once more, as her orgasm approached. I used my other hand on her ass, feeling her tight ass muscles contracting in time to Phil's thrusts. I took my hand from her clitoris, and reached into the nighttable where we kept a tube of KY jelly. I spread it on my other hand and began to work first one, then two and three fingers in and out of her asshole. As I was doing this, I maneuvered my other hand to and covered my cock with jelly. Just as her orgasm peaked and her body went rigid, I placed the tip of my cock inside her ass. She was so excited, she didn't even complain that it hurt. As her orgasm took off, her own anal muscles almost sucked me into her ass. I started to gently slide in and out, after I felt that her ass muscles had relaxed. This drove her orgasm even higher, and it seemed to go on for a long time. I could feel Phil's cock stroking her, and it didn't take long for him to have another orgasm. With the two of them coming, I couldn't hold back my own explosive orgasm. Phil rammed himself once again as far into Bridget as he could go, and I pushed myself as far inside her ass as I could go as I pumped my load into her. Bridget's body quivered for a long time after Phil and I had come. Then Phil gently got up, kissed my wife on the lips, to which she responded, quietly and quickly got dressed and left. After he was gone, I finished untying her from the bedposts. We lay in each others' arms for an hour or so, just caressing one another, and just before we fell into a deep and untroubled sleep she whispered, "If there is a next time, don't remove the blindfold." Party and a Toy Leads to More We've been married for quite awhile and live the usual suburban lifestyle. My wife is in her late thirties and has a way of walking, talking and smiling that makes you want to be with her, to touch her. Her medium length blonde hair, a pretty face and nice shape makes for a total package. Although we've always kept our sexual adventures to ourselves, we do have a 'thrill of being caught' exhibitionist side. Over the years we've had sex on hotel balconies, campsites, our car in restaurant parking lots, and our backyard patio. In these situations I like to first strip her totally nude while I play with her sexy body. She is turned on by being nude and vulnerable to being 'caught'. She also likes toys as foreplay. A few years ago I built what I call a 'straddle'. Basically it's a 3' long half circle tube attached to a base. Using a leather strap I can attach a dildo sticking up. It is just the height for Diane to be on all fours while straddling the tube and have a dildo she can grind on while she gives me a blow job. Sometimes I tie her wrists and ankles to the base. We keep the straddle in the oversized closet of our master bedroom because the closet keeps the kids from hearing any noise. I guess it was all of the above that led to what happened this past summer. We were having one of our summer pool parties with neighbors and friends. Diane was wearing a modest bikini, revealing enough to be sexy, not enough to be daring. Booze was flowing at the patio bar. During the pool volleyball games one of the guys, Mark, kept 'accidently' bumping into Diane. A hand here, a bump there, all to win the game, of course. (yeah right!) No big deal, as this was the usual friendly flirting that happens at our parties after a few drinks. Occasionally someone will show up with a joint. Since not everyone smokes, whoever wants to partake drifts away from the party and meets in our master bathroom where they can blow the smoke out an upstairs window. Sure enough, as the party went on, someone mentioned they had brought a joint. Diane and I went ahead to the master bath just to be sure it wasn't messed up with laundry. While waiting for others to come upstairs, I looked into the closet outside our bath and pointed to the 'straddle'. Half kidding, I asked Diane if she wanted to mount it now. She looked anxious but asked, "What if they're coming?" I said, "Just try it quick!" She pulled her bikini bottom aside and had just begun to press the dildo tip in when we heard someone coming up the stairs. She jumped off and quickly stepped back into the bathroom. We got high with a few people and returned to the party. Another volleyball game started and I noticed the flirting continued with Mark. Two other guys, Jim and John, picked up on Di's flirtatiousness. At one point John had Diane on his shoulders to spike the ball while Jim kept placing his hands on her ass to 'help' her keep her balance. On one play, Diane had to jump for a ball and ended up with her chest on Jim's face. Mark saw this and said, 'Wow, she'll do anything for the team!' Everybody laughed. "Anything for the team" became the catch phrase for whenever someone did something good or silly during the rest of the game. After the game, we sat at the bar and continued drinking. Most people left as it got later, leaving their other half behind. There were only John, Jim and Mark left. Mark said he had another joint and asked if we could smoke it on the patio. I said it wasn't a good idea since our patio can be seen from a neighbors window. I told them we needed to check on the kids first, then for them to follow to the master bath. We went upstairs, checked on the kids, and went to wait in the master bathroom. Thinking back to earlier in the evening, I opened the door to the closet again and pointed to the straddle saying, 'Try again?' Slurring her words, she said, 'Watch and listen for anyone coming' and went in the closet, pushed her bikini bottom off one leg, and stepped over the straddle as I stood by the closet door. She lowered herself onto the straddle. She must have been excited because the dildo slipped right in. She began to grind in hurried fashion knowing the others would arrive shortly. I guess I was high because, over her (mild) protests, I fastened her wrists to the base. I assured her I could get the velcro off quickly as soon as I heard anyone coming upstairs. She began grinding the dildo with more intensity. Just as I returned to my post at the closet door I realized the guys were more than half way up the stairs. I whispered to her, "They're here!" and not knowing what to do, turned off the closet light, closed the door, and ran into the bathroom just in time. Jim came in and asked where Diane was. I said one of the kids was still awake and she would be back in a minute. So, assuming she was on her way, he lit the joint and began passing it around. They were talking, while I was thinking about the position I had left her in. My cock was stirring just imagining how hot our sex would be later. After a couple of minutes, Mark started calling out, "Diane, where are you?" in a singsong voice. Turning, I passed the joint to John so I did not see Mark as he stepped out of the bathroom. From outside the bathroom I heard him sing out, 'Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I rushed to the door to steer him away from the closet. John and Jim were following Mark and got in my way as I tried to press pass them. Mark was calling out like a person who is "it" in hide and seek. A person who is 'it' opens and looks into everything as part of the game. It was like a slow motion accident as he opened the closet door. There she was in plain view, on all fours, her naked ass facing us, bikini top strap across her back, bikini bottom on her ankle, unable to get away, her wrists tied to the base. "Get out!" I heard her shriek. I was too stunned to know what to do next and Diane was just holding her head down and trying to be as small as possible. Jim and John looked over Marks shoulders and I heard one of them say, 'Oh that's sweet!' In a bewildered tone I heard Mark say, "Is that a ...what is it?" Figuring any explanation was better than none at this point, I said, "I call it a straddle. Come on guys, this was an accident, go on downstairs." I guess it was the pot and booze because John started laughing. We all started giggling nervously, and even Diane turned her head with a wry smile, saying, "Come on, this is embarrassing. Don't you guys dare tell anyone!" John said, 'Well it's your turn on the joint.' He moved forward and held the joint to her lips. She rolled her eyes, took one quick puff and said, 'Come on guys, leave!' John just held the joint out again and said, 'You need to catch up.' She took another hit, this time longer, causing her to cough as she breathed it out. Her ass jiggled as she coughed. Jim, standing right behind her, noticed her ass. He said laughingly, "Come on, show us how that thing works while we finish this joint!" John and Mark both laughed and John said, "Yeah! Show us how it works and we'll leave and never tell anyone!" 'Promise?' she said, looking daggers at me as I said nothing. But, I saw a little flash of that hot look she gets when turned on. They all nodded as the joint continued to be passed around, with Jim holding it for Diane when it was her turn. I noticed none of us bogarted the joint, that it went back to Diane very quickly. She moved slightly up and down on the dildo and said, 'Satisfied? Come on guys, really, leave!' "Aw that wasn't much!" Mark pleaded, "You'll need to show us for real if you don't want us to tell anyone!" Before she could say anything, I said, 'Guys, just once more, then it's our secret forever.' She gave me a glare, but at the same time said nothing back. They all nodded and assured her again. She started up and down doing longer strokes this time. And she didn't stop after just a few strokes. I could hear the guys breathing change as she began to be turned on by her own motions. I went up and pressed down on her ass as she stroked down on the dildo. I heard a little moan. Without much conviction Diane said, "Come on guys...." and stopped moving. To my surprise, Mark followed my lead and stepped up to press her ass down. She moaned and started stroking up and down again. Diane stopped again and kind of rested her head down which made her ass stick up further. Jim said, 'Wait a second, let me make it work". He moved forward and pressed down on her ass, this time holding her ass firmly for a few strokes. She began to shudder as she went up and down with Jim's hands pressing her at the right times. Jim reached around her side from behind and untied her bathing suit top letting it fall off to the side. She was now entirely exposed with her breasts resting on the straddle as she stopped again, realizing another step had been taken. But she didn't say anything. John got brave and stepped to her side and touched her left breast. She sucked her breath in and let out an 'ooooohhh' sound. She turned her head towards me with a glazed look. I kind of nodded encouragement as the 'exhibitionist only' line was still not entirely crossed. I started again to say something about going downstairs again, that they had seen more than they deserved, when Mark moved in front of her and dropped his suit revealing a half hard member. I was relieved when she shook her head 'no'. But then Mark, the volleyball flirt, pressed his half hard against her lips, and said, 'Come on, do it for the team.' She glanced back at me, then gingerly took his half hard into her mouth. She began riding the straddle harder, with John tweaking her breasts and Mark's cock in her mouth. Mark began nearing a climax. She pulled her face away from Mark's now hard cock. Mark sighed and stepped back. She looked at me, and I just kind of raised my eyebrows. I was about to say something again when Jim stepped in front of Diane and wagged his hardening member on her lips, saying 'I'm on the team, too!' She looked sideways at me and said, 'Ok, but same as Mark, just a tease.' She sucked Jim's cock over her red, round lips. John, still massaging her breasts, said, 'Think I can get teased, too?' She turned her head towards him with Jim still in her mouth, and kind of nodded. Diane bucked furiously on the dildo, sucked on Jim, while John played with her breasts, his hands occasionally reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks wider. As Jim came closer to climax, again Diane turned her head away. Jim said, 'Aw come on. Don't stop now.' Again I was relieved when Di shook her head 'no'. John took his cue and stepped in front for his tease job. John was nearing his own climax, so I expected this to end in a minute with her turning her head aside. But Mark had been playing with her ass and breasts. Diane was humping even harder now. John placed his hands on either side of her head to hold her steady on his cock. She didn't pull aside even though she could have as he came in her mouth. With his 'Unnnghh' and her 'Hmmphph', she swallowed what she could. He stepped back, his slowly flagging member, brushing her lips back and forth. Now she turned her head aside towards me, and just kind of sighed. 'Having fun?' I asked, not sure myself what attitude I was showing. Before she could reply, Jim stepped back in front of her and pressed his cock on her lips saying 'Come on! You look gorgeous and need to finish what you started!' No more teasing, she rolled her eyes away from me and opened her mouth, too turned on to stop. Seeing this, I reached to a closet shelve and took down an ass plug and a tube of lube, handing it to Mark. He lubed her ass and pressed the ass plug in place. This drove Diane even crazier. As I sadi before, Diane likes toys. Mark pulled the ass dildo out, then mounted her ass from behind, while she kept moving on her straddle dildo. As he pressed his cock into her ass I heard her breath out, 'ohhhhhhhhhh' . I knew now there was no going back now, that exhibitionism was over and this was going to be a gangbang. I wasn't sure how my wife was going to handle all of this as this was more than anything we had ever done in our lives. Between the ass humping Mark was giving her and the sucking she was giving Jim's cock, she gasped out senseless words, "Good.. uhh.... to have you.... mmmmm-ahhh.... all mmmmmore... ungh... oh.. oh.. oh... " Mark pounded her ass as Jim came in her mouth. Jim had grabbed her head and was using her mouth like a man does when he has no control anymore. She seemed to have no problem taking it all in. Mark came hard in a final thump and her entire body shook in a huge orgasm. The guys now had silly grins on their faces. I looked at my wife's red ass, wet mouth, tied wrists and swollen nipples. John said, 'Guys, she isn't done yet because I'm not either.' She looked at me oddly then said, 'Untie me first?' I untied her wrists. She straightened herself up on the straddle and began to grind the dildo again. She grabbed my cock and began to rub it on her breasts. She grabbed John's cock pulled him towards her backdoor. I pulled on her breasts with my fingers. She arched her back in response, completely giving herself to full out sex. Jim reached in and fondled her breasts as they hung down. He pulled her tits down and rubbed them forcefully. She started giving me the best blow job I'd ever had. She began to make animal noises. She wanted to press her ass further back into John, but was constrained in motion by the dildo and her tits being pulled down by Jim. I grabbed her hair and started yanking her face on and off my cock. It made wet popping sounds each time it left and reentered her puckered up mouth. She shuddered into a climax, muscles convulsing. I exploded into her mouth and I heard John releasing at the same time, pounding her ass, while Jim kept roughly massaging her now tender breasts. I slowly pulled away from her face, stroking her cheek with my hand. Jim massaged her breasts once or twice, then stepped back. John stood up. Diane just collapsed onto the straddle with the dildo that started it all still in her. She turned her head to all of us and said, 'Nothing like this has ever happened before, guys.' Mark said, 'I think I'm jealous of that dildo' as he lifted Diane off the straddle, off the dildo and laid her on the floor. With her naked and spread eagled on the floor, he mounted her and slipped in where the dildo had been all night. She immediately began to moan and move. She caught herself for a second while Mark kept pounding and breathed out between Marks strokes, looking from me to the others, and said, "Seriously guys, you know I don't do this kind of thing. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. And it will never happen again!" The guys just smiled in response as Mark kept up his pace, willing her to focus back on his needs. She complied and her face began to contort and her mouth began to utter little 'ohhs' and 'unhgs'. Diane's small frame and ass was literally bouncing off the floor as he drove up and down with all his weight. Mark asked, 'Are you sure you never want to do this again?' She was almost beside herself as she spoke, her voice trailing off, 'I don't know...' Mark finally let loose and Diane's legs straightened, then quivered in a huge orgasm. Mark rolled off and Diane just lay there, exhausted. She put her hand on her forehead, trying to catch her breath. Finally, she gave a big sigh and sat up. 'Whew', was all she could say. John stood over her and pushed onto her back again. After a few minutes of hard pounding again, when John was done, Diane sat up again. Oddly, she looked straight at Jim who took the cue and stepped in to push her back down again. As soon as he went inside her she grabbed his neck and held on as she took another ride on the 'train'. When Jim was done, she went and sat on the edge of our bed. The guys started getting dressed and leaving. As they were leaving, they fondled Diane's body where they could. She just leaned back as they said goodbye, allowing them to kiss and finger her wherever they wanted. They kept saying things like 'goodbye', 'see ya later', 'don't worry, this will never happen again', all in a teasing way, as they kept this up for a few minutes. She came again as they talked to her. Leaving, they teasingly said, 'See you next week'. Diane looked at me, and then looked at the guys and said, 'We'll see...'. That wasn't a 'no'. We both went to bed tired and spent, holding each other to sleep. Party Animal You know it seems that I get all the lousy tasks to do at work. I spend all day doing the grunt work and getting to watch my worthless boss taking clients to business lunches. One day in particular is worst than most and I think that things can't get any worse. So when one of my coworkers invites me to his birthday party I accept without hesitation - I need something to look forward to. The party is at the weekend and that Saturday evening I find myself driving to this guy's house. The weather is gloomy and wet which has an equally dampening effect on my spirits. Things don't get much better at the party either - most of the guests are couples and I feel a bit out of place on my own. I try to circulate a little but it is impossible to break into the closed circles. I am soon trying to think of an excuse to leave that won't offend my buddy. I turn around to head into the kitchen for another drink. I'm not paying much attention to where I am going and I hear a little yelp and feel a soft collision as I turn. I snap my head around and see you reeling away from me a little. Reflexively I take hold of your upper arms to prevent you from tipping over backward. "Oh boy, I am _really_ sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going" I say. "Did I hurt you?" "No" you reply "you just took me by surprise, that's all". There's something in the way that your eyes sparkle when you speak ... maybe I am imagining it. But your eyes are so beautiful, it feels as though they _should_ be twinkling. We talk for a while and I discover that you are an old friend of my buddy's wife. While we speak I take the opportunity to observe and admire you. Your party dress compliments you perfectly, its lines show enough but not too much of your body. I am enchanted by your beautiful lips and watch trance-like at the shapes they form as you speak. As the evening wears on I find myself basking in a pleasant warm glow that comes from being in your company. The party is beginning to wind down now, which comes as a surprise to me - time seems to have flown by whilst I have been in your presence. People are starting to leave and I ask, with as much nonchalance as possible, whether you would like to join me for coffee. I inwardly cringe at having posed such a loaded and transparent question and fully expect a swift negative from you. My jaw practically drops through the floor in disbelief when you accept. This stuff is only supposed to work in the movies! As we walk outside I start to read off directions to my place in case we get separated. You look a little sheepish and I ask why. You explain that you got a cab here and did not drive. ~Well" I say "I guess that means you ride with me then. Unless you want to get a cab to my place" I say, jokingly. "Oh, a ride with you would be just fine" you reply. Did I spot a mischievous twinkle in your eye? On the way back I have difficulty in concentrating on driving, for out of the corner of my eye I can see the top of your legs, the sheen from your stockings accentuating your thighs. I do manage to get home without driving into a tree, however, and I park the car on the drive and switch off. Suddenly you place your hand on the inside of my thigh, tantalisingly close to my crotch. I turn to you and our eyes meet - I feel a jumping sensation in my chest and an involuntary twitch in my groin. I slowly and deliberately lean across until my face is in front of yours, never breaking eye contact. I pull you to me until our lips are pressed hard together. My tongue jabs between your lips and as I do so your hand wanders fully up between my legs. I do not even attempt to conceal the hardness developing there. We spent what seems like an eternity petting heavily in the car. Outside the rain eases a little and we make a dash for the door. Once inside we embrace and again kiss passionately. My hands trace lines up and down your spine while you dig your fingers hard into my ass. Our bodies are pressed together, so much so that I can feel your breasts pressing into my chest and you can feel my erection pressing into you. I pull away from your lips and start to kiss my way across your beautiful face, from the side of your mouth to just under your right ear. I pause momentarily to carefully nibble your earlobe which draws a giggle from you. I continue kissing down the side of your neck to your right shoulder, my hot breath tickling the bare flesh as I go. When I get there you bend forward and kiss my neck, each contact of your lips causing my skin to tingle. I move across to your other shoulder and once again you lean forward but this time as you plant your mouth on my neck you firmly pinch the skin between your teeth. I emit a deep, satisfied moan before kissing my way back up your neck and across your face until our lips are again one. My cock is now pressing so hard against my pants that it is starting to hurt. I let go of you briefly so that I can pick you up. I carry you to my bedroom and lower you onto the bed. As I pull at the zipper at the back of your dress you unbutton my shirt. I remove your dress and you are lying on my bed in your lacy black lingerie. I start to kiss around your cleavage, feeling the warmth emanating from your breasts. The sensation of their soft flesh on my lips is fantastic. I am about to unfasten your bra when you pull my shirt down over my arms. I look at you quizzically - I cannot move my arms now. I watch semi-helpless as you unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants. You then start to stroke the bulge in my shorts, occassionally darting me a wicked look. You continue to torment my cock in this way so much so that I am thrashing my head from side to side in frustrastion and ecstasy. Then you yank down my shorts, my cock bobbing back up to rigidness in front of you. With a look of pure evil you take my shaft in your hand and proceed to lick at my shaven balls. Occasionally your tongue licks around the base of my shaft. This continues for a good while and my head is swimming from the sensual assault. You move away slightly and pull my shaft down so that it is pointing directly at your wicked mouth. My balls flex in anticipation as you pull back on the skin and fully reveal my soaked, bloated purple tip. With your eyes looking deep into mine you envelop my prick with your mouth. I momentarily feel overcome with weakness as you start to suck on it, your tongue darting around the head and shaft. I watch your tits hypnotically sway back and forth as you work expertly on me. I am losing control - I start to feel a familiar and pleasant tingling sensation develop at my root. It makes its way toward the tip and you can feel my tool begin to stiffen and swell in preparation for its final, violent act. I am ready to come. I want it. I want it now. And then you stop. I am gasping, stranded on the edge but nothing happens. I beg you to finish but you do nothing. I start to cuss at you as I feel my orgasm begin to retreat. Without a word you climb onto me and look me straight in the eye. Your eyes burn fiercely and defiantly at me. I feel wild with desire at your proximity and sqirm determinedly out of my shirt. I hear stiches tearing as I shake it from my arms. Taking hold of you I roll you roughly onto your back and pull your panties off. I bury my face between your legs and lick, nibble and suck on your throbbing clit. I am in no mood for mercy and I eat your cunt roughly, forcing moaning sobs from you. All the while my face is becoming covered with your juices and I have to occasionally pause and lick my lips. I feel your body bucking now and hear you gasping for air. "Yes, yes" you implore me. I feel the clit throb beneath my oral assault. The tempest of orgasm begins to embrace you. And then I stop. "NOOOOOO!" you cry, and try to push my head back between your legs. I have none of it and climb up onto you, an evil, smug smirk on my face. "Bastard" you shout at me. "Bitch" I softly reply. I kiss you heavily on the lips - I can taste my juices on your lips and you can taste yours on mine. This seems to placate your fury a little. I reach behind your back and unfasten your bra. Your tits fall slightly apart as they are released. I start to kiss around the erect nipples and your murmurings start to become more approving. I take care to explore your nipples with my tongue and then with nibbles. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly as your arousal again increases. I sit up and roll you over. You take hold of the headboard and thrust your your ass up a so that your pussy peeks out at me. You watch over your shoulder as I take hold of my shaft and guide it into you. My head parts your pussy lips and slides effortlessly into your sopping wet cunt. We both deeply moan in satisfaction as I enter you. Holding you by the hips I start to pump you from behind. As you look over your shoulder back at me I can see your tits swinging beneath you. The sight is so erotic that I almost lose it and shoot my load there and then. Somehow I manage to recover my composure and return to a less frantic pace. I can feel that you are close and I start to increase the tempo again. Your head falls between your arms as you suck in air. I lean forward and play with your tits as I continue to pound you. Your juices flow out of your hole and down onto my balls, only to get flicked up onto your pussy again as my balls rock forward as I ram home into you. You scream encouragement as you come, your cries almost deafening me. You look over your shoulder at me. My gaze is unyielding as I continue to pound you. My cock can feel the rhythm inside your cunt as waves of pleasure assail your body. Another orgasm builds and swiftly tears you up. I gradually ease the pace as you come down from your climax. I gently pull my cock out of you and it is shiny from your cunt juices and my pre-cum that has been constantly dribbling from my tip. I take hold of my shaft again and squeeze, making its tip swell and harden. I place my other hand on the small of your back and press my tip against your puckered asshole. You gasp when you feel it nuzzle up between your cheeks. I press forward a little but your ring will not yield - my shaft flexes and buckles against the resistance. I squeeze harder on my shaft until it feels like my cock will burst and try again. It seems like nothing is going to happen when I finally feel your ring give a little and yield. I gently guide my tip into you but I have to work hard to stay inside as your tightness constantly threatens to eject me. I work my way into you until I am totally buried in you. I can feel your cunt again dribbling onto my balls which are now nestled between your legs. Holding you by the hips I start to slide back and forth inside you. The sensations is unbelievable - you are so tight and my cock is being squeezed harder than I have ever experienced before. We are both in deep ecstasy now as I resolutely fuck you in the ass. You moans rise again to screams as another orgasm crashes into you, followed rapidly by another and another. I can now feel myself beginning to come and my thrusts become deeper and more frantic. I roar as I feel a hard contraction between my legs. Your ass is so tight that my cum has difficulty in entering you. The pressure is fantastic, making my orgasm more and more intense. With a great effort my cock shoots its hot, copious load inside you. The room spins and wobbles around us. You hold onto the headboard for stability as I hold onto you to do the same. I withdraw and we both collapse onto the bed, exhausted. You roll into my arms and we exchange tender kisses. We are overcome by a feeling of total relaxation and drift together into a deep and contented slumber. Party Animal Feedback is welcome. * My name is Tony and I have a small outside catering business in Brighton. The business was hard work and I was struggling to keep it going. Until recently that is. I am 26, six ft tall, well built (thanks to my swimming, I am in the local team) and have been told that I am more than adequately endowed by my past lovers. One Friday I got a call from a woman called Jill to see if I could do the food for a hen night, it had been called at very short notice and was for tomorrow night at 8pm. She said that I would get a good price for a buffet for six people and ten bottles of wine. It wouldn't be great money but it would be £200 profit and couldn't turn it down. As soon as the phone was down I got to work preparing the buffet. I used a lot of frozen stuff and would just say I had to cut corners because of the time if they complained. I arrived at Jill's house about three that afternoon and was shown to the kitchen. It was a big modern house and the kitchen had all the mod-cons so I was able to get on without any problems. At about seven Jill asked if I could stay on until the party was underway just to make sure that everything was o.k. She offered me an extra £50 so I agreed; and besides, I didn't have a date for that night. I heard the guests arriving and the usual sort of high pitched chatter and laughter you would expect for a bunch of girls in their mid thirties. The huge lounge was set up with tables for my buffet at one end with some comfy chairs and a small raised platform at the other. Once the buffet was laid out I cleared my stuff into the van and waited in the kitchen to make sure all was going fine. About ten minutes before I was about to go Jill came in looking angry and I thought she was going to complain about the food. She then said that the food was great but that Sally's night was ruined because the stripper had called off sick. "I know it was short notice," she said, "but for £350 you'd think he would have at least made an effort!" I said that I was sorry for her but there was nobody I knew that even knew a male stripper. "I don't suppose I could persuade you to do the job, there's £400 in it for you!" I tried to get out of it by saying that I wasn't a professional and wouldn't know what to do but she carried on. "Go on, you're a sexy guy and I bet you've got a lovely cock in those chef's trousers of yours!" It was clear that she was already quite drunk and initially read it as her teasing me but her continued smiles and flirting told me that she was deadly serious. I started to think about what £400 could do for my business. She must have noticed that I was considering it by upping her offer. "All right then £500." Before I knew what I was saying I agreed to do it. "What can I wear?" I said. "Keep that chef's outfit on." She said, "But be sure to take it off." She smiled at me and said I should get myself ready and to wait until I heard Hot Chocolate playing on the stereo, then come into the lounge and strut my stuff. The next five minutes seemed to take forever and then I heard Jill's voice as she introduced me to the other girls.............. and then the music started. Despite all my emotions telling me to chicken out, I went into the room to a small round of applause, wolf-whistles and cheers. I had seen bits of a former girlfriends Chippendales video and did my best to imitate as I slowly removed my gear. Chef's whites aren't ideal for stripping off while dancing but I did my best, which seemed to be going down well with the group of drunk women in front of me. Once I had my shirt off I noticed they were obviously drooling over me, helping my confidence grow immensely. I was also enjoying being a sex idol to the sexy women in front of me. I was now down to just my white hat, trousers and boxers as I moved from the 'stage' towards the women in front of me. We were now onto the next track on the CD which was slower than the previous song so I started to move slower and sexier, the whole time at least one of the women calling, "Get 'em off!" I took of my hat and placed it on the head of the girl who I guessed was the one on her hen night, then turned to remove my trousers. As I was bending over one of the women got up and spanked me on my left buttock, sending a shiver down my spine, the other women laughing at her. I spent the next few minutes dancing about the room in my silk boxer shorts, glad I had them on and not some old grey briefs as I decided whether or not I would drop them. Jill was getting impatient and screamed for me to get my last item of clothing off. I took a deep breath, turned my back and, as sexy as I could get, dropped them to the floor. I turned to the women and kicked them off in their direction and started dancing some more, the whole situation turning me on immensely. I was getting cheers and complements as I felt an erection building in my loins. As I moved my cock swung all over and my balls heaved too and fro. Unsure whether continue or not I decided that I would go and give them all a peck on the cheek and leave. However, things didn't go to plan and I was bundled to the floor and the lot of them started licking me and one or two were rubbing my cock making it hard as steel. I was then pulled back up by them my hard cock pointing skyward. It was so engorged that my foreskin was stretched back to reveal my cock head and I knew what they wanted straight away as they made jerking motions with their hands. I was loving it and wanted to expose myself more and do whatever they wanted. I took my hard cock in hand and began to work it like I had a million times before. I arched my back and thrust my hips forward to expose it further and really made a show of it. Jill then shouted out that it was Sally's hen night and that she should get 'first pickings'. Sally, a sexy little brunette with small pointy tits, ordered my to lie back down which I did without protest. She put her hands under her skirt and whipped off her g-string panties, tossing them in my face. Jill produced a condom from her dress pocket and proceeded to roll it over my dick. If I was going to protest I could have left there and then as I sensed Jill giving me the opportunity but I was feeling too horny to leave. Jill said I was the meat and wasn't to try and see Sally's pussy as that was a treat for her soon to be husband. Within another minute more underwear landed on or around my head and Jill decided to use them as blind-folds. Although not ideal for the job my vision was significantly impaired and my other senses gained a little more sensitivity as a result. Someone (Sally I guessed) then proceeded to sit straight down on to dick, her sopping cunt muscles gripping me hard. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations as I sensed half a dozen sexy women watching as Sally rode me. It wasn't long before one of the woman decided to plant her dripping pussy over my mouth and I returned the favour by sticking my tongue in as far as it would go. I felt Sally's little cunt get briefly tighter as I guessed she was coming. Much to my satisfaction I was a long way off coming. There was only a five second break for my cock as a new rubber was put in place before the next tight little cunt was squeezing on my dick. Soon the girl sitting on my tongue shuddered and gallons of pussy juice dribbled across my face. As soon as she stood up the next one planted herself on my face, this one was totally soaking already. I could tell that she was completely shaved making my tongue lapping even easier (and nicer). I was now very close and feeling the cunt on my dick lifting off, I gave a muffled yell that I was coming. Somebody ripped off my condom. I felt two mouths kissing and licking on my dick and balls as I unleashed my come into the air then a mouth covered my cock, sucking on my knob-end. The mouth, which I couldn't see, swallowed the lot and sucked out the last drops to cheers from the other girls. This sent the shaven pussy on my face over the top and I felt her coming on my face as she ground down onto my mouth. As the shaven pussy stood up of me her suspender snagged the panties covering one eye and I saw that it was Jill, her gaping pussy lips glistening above me briefly. I didn't want to but I felt this would be a good time to leave. I left the room to cheers from the women who were now topping up wine glasses. Jill followed me into the kitchen. "I bet that was better than we would have got from the agency guy." Jill handed me a long mans coat. "You can pick your clothes up tomorrow." Handing me a cheque that covered the food, show and included a nice tip. "Now you must be getting back to your girlfriend." She said. When I explained that I was currently single a slight smile was visible on her face. "See you tomorrow." I was all but shoved out the door as she blew me a kiss. I ran to the van and drove home in disbelief of what I had just done but content all the same. The next day when I went to pick up my gear it was nine in the morning and Jill was still in bed nursing a hangover. When she let me in she was only wearing a small white dressing gown that wasn't done up, giving me a good view of her shaved pussy. She gave me my chef's whites and a tray I had missed and I handed her the coat. Suddenly there was a key turning in the door and I turned to see a guy in pilots uniform who I presumed to be Jill's husband enter. When I looked at Jill she had done up her dressing gown and, calm-as-you-like, introduced me to her husband as the caterer and he came over to shake my hand. "He's very good dear, you should recommend him to your friends." I left and went home. Since then business is booming, mostly simple buffets and dinners but occasionally I get asked to do an 'all-in' catering and stripper event. These nights make my work much more enjoyable, not to mention the fact that Jill gets me in to make her and 'selected' friends dinner when her husband is on long haul flights and stop-overs. I am ordered to strip on arrival and other than that brief glimpse of Jill have yet to see so much as a nipple but I don't care.