0 comments/ 83997 views/ 5 favorites On Staff Ch. 01 By: hjames1950 When I heard the tires of Melissa's Lexus crunch in the gravel of the front drive I pulled the wine cooler - previously prepared just for her - from the refrigerator and went to the front door to meet her. She enjoys seeing me standing there naked, waiting for her when she arrives home. Based on a phone call from her that afternoon I knew she'd had a less than perfect day and was certain that a cold wine cooler in her hand as soon as she came through the door would help. When the door opened and she saw me standing there, wine cooler in hand, she sighed deeply, put her briefcase down, shut the door behind herself, and said, "Oh Jim, you've guessed right again. That's exactly what I need after today and I hope you've got a pitcher of these cooling." "Yes Missy, I do," I answered. "I thought you might be in the mood for one when you got here." "What's that I smell for dinner?" she asked. "Beef stew. It's been simmering and I can steam the veggies whenever you're ready to eat, Missy," I replied. "Would you mind terribly if we saved that for tomorrow night?"she asked, "I'm not in the mood for something heavy. How about some BLTs and chips instead? Would you mind?" "No ma'am, that's no big deal," I replied. "I'll go take it off the stove right now. When would you like the BLTs?" "Later, after I work on your pitcher of coolers for a while." I headed for the kitchen to take the beef stew off so it could cool down. --- I'm a cook, a professionally trained cook. After I graduated from an elite cooking school I went to work in a swanky restaurant. Starting out as a line cook, the pay wasn't that good and my wife and I had to really scrimp to get by. After eighteen months of sweating over stoves and grills on the line I was beginning to doubt the intelligence of being a chef. They didn't really tell you how hard it was to work your way up to decent money and less work. What I really wanted to do was be the owner, the boss, but it didn't look like I'd ever get there working as a line cook. My break came when my mother, the old crone that she was, died and left Dana, my wife, a nice inheritance. It wasn't something to make us rich but it was enough for us to buy into a mid-level restaurant. The owner wanted to retire and we had enough cash to cover 75% of his asking price with us making monthly payments on the rest. His customer base was loyal and stuck with us as new owners and we were doing better than we probably had a right to expect. Dana worked part time as the hostess and we had retained the existing assistant manager so that we didn't have to be there every minute the place was open. Typically, I let the Kenny, the assistant manager, open in the morning and cover until right after lunch when I'd come in to make sure the kitchen was ready for the dinner hour. One Wednesday I planned to be a little later due to a doctor's appointment. No big deal. No big deal, at least, until I came in and found Kenny fucking the hell out of Dana in my office. She was sitting on the edge of my desk, dress pushed up, legs wrapped around Kenny's waist urging him on as he stood there, in MY office, his pants down around his ankles, pouring it to Dana for all he was worth. When I blundered in, Dana saw me first and gasped loudly. Kenny kept humping her like a fucking dog with its front legs wrapped around an old lady's knee. All I could say was, "What the fuck?" Kenny tried to jump away from Dana so fast he almost jerked her off the desk. As he turned toward me, his mostly erect dick flopping around, I yelled, "Get the fuck outa' here!" as I advanced toward him. Moving quickly, more quickly than a guy with his pants down around his ankles should be able to move, he dodged around me and was trying to pull his pants up as I saw his white ass disappear through the doorway. Turning toward my loving wife, Dana, I asked again, "What the fuck?" She was leaning over, pulling her panties on as she said, "Whatever. Just deal with it, Jim!" What the hell does that mean? I found out when I got served with papers for a divorce. She had a lot better lawyer than me, and I think he was real friendly with the judge. Based on the fact that it was her inheritance that we'd invested in the restaurant and her stories, lies I mean, of my mentally abusing her, Dana got everything for the most part. I got one of our cars and $10,000 from the restaurant. That was it, I was out on the street. I managed to get a job managing, well assistant managing anyway, another restaurant in town, found an apartment, and tried to get on with my life while Kenny and Dana ran "their" restaurant into the ground. "Oh well. Too fucking bad for them," was all I could think about it. Working afternoons and evenings six days a weak left little time for a social life and I was reduced to making love to my right hand on a regular basis for some relief. Our primary restaurant supplier had an open house on a Monday, the slowest day of the week for restaurants, with a lot of us closed on that day. It was the supplier's opportunity to smooze with restaurant owners and managers and feed us some wine and appetizers. I welcomed the diversion as I cruised around the banquet room, wine glass in hand, checking out everyone in attendance. I never realized that the distributor was owned by a woman until I was introduced to her. Standing near her with an empty glass in her hand was, to me, a striking looking woman. I'm forty-one and she looked to be in her late thirties or so. She's fairly tall - about 5'7" - and just a little on the heavy side. Just heavy enough that her waist was a little thick but compared to her chest, her waist looked pretty damn slim. Wearing a business suit, a dark maroon skirt with a matching jacket, she filled out that jacket, filled it out till it looked like the top button could pop right off at any time. The white blouse she wore under the jacket was open at the collar and low enough to show some cleavage, well actually, a lot of cleavage. As I was gazing at her she turned almost around to speak to somebody and I saw her ass. It was an ass perfectly in proportion with those tits. Full, round, and very nice looking in that tight skirt. She turned back toward me and our eyes met briefly. She flashed a faint smile, walked over, and held out her glass to me as she asked, "Would you mind getting me another glass of the white zin?" "Sure, I'd be glad to. That was the white zin, right?" I asked. "Yes, uh, James, the white zin." She was looking at my stick-on "Hi, my name is James" badge. I looked down at her tits, I mean her name tag. "OK, Melissa, white zin coming right up," I tried to say as I turned toward the bar. I'm not sure it came out that clearly as I think I may have fucked it up somewhere between my brain and my lips. When I returned with the glass of wine, Melissa had moved away from the distributor and was standing slightly apart from everybody. "Here you go, Melissa," I told her as I offered her the glass. Taking it from me, she asked, "Are you one of the owners?" "No, I manage the Blue Spruce," I replied. "Are you familiar with it?" "I know where it is, but I've never been in it," she answered. "Which restaurant are you with?" I inquired. "Oh, I'm not with a restaurant though several of them are clients. I'm with the marketing group that works with Kline Distributing." "Oh, I see. What does a marketing group do for a distributor like Kline?" "We get their name out in front of customers, potential customers, that sort of thing, we plan things like this open house," she replied. "Hey, this is boring, would you like to go get something real to eat? The appetizer thing isn't doing it for me." Before I even knew it my lips were moving as I replied, "Sure. Where?" "You're the restaurant manager, you choose." "OK, how about the Magellan? They're open on Monday evenings." I asked. "Fine with me. I'll drive," she replied. Out in her car, a nice royal blue Lexus, she piloted us across town to the restaurant where we were able to get a table right away. Through dinner we carried on with our conversation. I learned that she was more than "with" the marketing group, she was highly positioned in it. I dumped the short version of my life history while she told me about her divorce, etc. When it came time for the check, she took it before I could reach for it. "I invited you, so I'll get this one," she told me. "This one?" I thought to myself. She drove me back to my car at the convention hall. "Can I have your number?" she asked before I had a chance to ask for hers. Hmmm. "Sure," I answered and told her. Rather than write it down, she simply repeated a couple of times before telling me, "See you later." As I watched her drive away I thought, "Interesting evening, interesting lady." --- "Jim, did you hear what I said?" Melissa's question popped me back to reality. "Uh, yeah. Well, no. My mind was off in la la land. I'm sorry, Missy. What was it?" I stammered. "I said I think I'll get a soak before dinner. OK?" she patiently repeated to me. "Oh, OK. I'll go get the tub ready," I answered as I headed for the stairs. Pausing I asked, "Are you ready for a refill?" "Yeah, but I'll go get it. I'd rather you get me some hot water running," she answered. I headed up the stairs, my penis and testicles swinging back and forth wildly as I took the steps two at a time. When flaccid, my penis is, well, fairly large, larger than average, hanging down about six inches or so along with my testicles which hang about five or so except when I'm cold and they seek warmth and refuge from the chill. So they swing around rather comically when I walk. Unfortunately, I suppose, when erect my penis expands only slightly in length to just a little more than average at about six and half inches though it does gain a fair amount in girth over its flaccid state. Up in the master bath I had the water adjusted and was filling the soaker tub when Melissa came in dressed only in a floral print silk robe. As the tub filled she brushed her hair which, as she moved both arms over her shoulders, made her tits dance behind the silk, nipples tracing a circular path up and down in he floral print. Missy's a large woman, about 5'7" and 150 pounds or so. She carries that weight spread superbly on her frame with large breasts that, for me, sag just the way I like. They hang down a good bit while still having enough firmness in their double-D bulk to stand out from her body and not just lay there like a tennis ball on the end of a strip of bacon. Her hips and butt are in proportion to her breasts, with two fairly firm globes below her proportionate waist when viewed from behind. All in all a fine looking woman, real fine. The tub filled, I turned off the water and Missy undid the loosely knotted sash around her robe. As the robe fell open and she shucked it off both arms at once, there was her neatly trimmed, full vee of a dark bush staring at me or, I guess actually, I was staring at it. She draped her robe across the counter, stepped to the tub - oh what an ass - and leaned over to test the water. As her tits swung away from her leaned over torso that did it for me - that's always been a turn on, tits swinging away like that. Immediately engorging, my penis went to half mast, standing straight out from my body. Missy stepped into and settled in the tub, laid back, and looked at me and my partial erection with a grin saying, "You can put that away, Jim. I'm not really in the mood tonight." "No problem," I confirmed. "Would you like me to go start on the BLTs?" "Yes, do that, but come back up here in about fifteen minutes or so to scrub my back. OK?" Down in the kitchen I donned a full length apron. It's actually a BBQ apron but being the only "masculine" apron I could find, I wear it both outside at the grill and in the kitchen when needed, and I definitely need it when I'm tending to bacon on the stove. Bacon into the cold cast iron pan, burner on medium, now let the pan come up to heat bringing the bacon along gently. Melissa likes my cooking, likes the fact that I can prepare just about anything from gourmet dishes when she's entertaining or happens to be in the mood to simpler meals, comfort food, when she prefers that. More often than not she prefers the simpler fare. --- After that first evening, Melissa called me two days later, around 9:00 AM my cell phone jangled and vibrated on the nightstand. I was lying in bed watching the news before I drug myself up to start the day. "Hello." "Jim? It's Melissa. I just wanted to tell you what a good time I had the other evening. I'd like to see you again. You free anytime soon. Did I wake you?" she rambled. "No, you didn't wake me. I won't have an evening free until Monday - I don't finish work until around midnight every evening until then," I answered. She knew that, we talked about my job and work hours on Monday evening. "Oh, that's right. How about a midnight brunch or something like that?" she pressed on. "That might be fun. What night?" I asked, intrigued by the idea. "How about tonight? You told me you're a good cook. Would you like to do the honors at my place?" she asked. "So you invite me to eat and want me to do the work, too?" I chuckled. "That does sound bad, doesn't it," she answered rather sheepishly. "No, I'm only kidding. How about if we work together on it? I'll pick up the food this morning and come over to your place but I need directions," I replied. "How about if I pick you up at the Blue Spruce, midnight? Does that sound OK?" she asked. "Yeah, that's fine. See you tonight," and I pressed END on the cell phone after I heard the line go dead. --- Checking my watch, I realized fifteen minutes had gone by, the bacon needed to be flipped over, and I needed get back upstairs to scrub Missy's back for her. I turned the bacon, reduced the heat, hung my apron over the back of a chair, and headed back upstairs. Melissa was laid back in the tub, eyes closed, empty glass on the side of the tub but her eyes popped open when I came into the master bath. "I think I almost dozed off for a moment there," she told me. "That's a good sign. The soak is doing you good," I answered. I picked up the scrubbing puff we use on her back and as I squirted a fair amount of body wash on it told her, "Sit up. I'll get your back." She sat up straight then leaned slightly forward. In the deep soaker tub her breasts were floating in the water in front of her, bobbing a bit in the water as it moved around her. I stooped down and scrubbed her back from her shoulders to below the waterline to the small of her back. Sighing as I did she softly said, "Oooh, that feels heavenly. Don't stop." I continued to lightly scrub until long after all the body wash was gone from the puff. "Can you do the rest of me, please?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she stood up in the tub, water cascading off of her form as she turned to face away from me. "Please?" I reloaded the puff with body wash and started on her back, giving the part I'd already scrubbed a once over before heading down to her ass. Scrub each round globe then into her crack. She bowed her legs slightly so I could maneuver the puff between them and I let it wander all the way forward where I gave her a nice gentle once over. She arched her back and softly murmured to herself. Down her legs I went, giving each their due. Knowing I was done with her back, she turned to face me. Stooped down as I was, I was eye level with her dark bush, matted down from the water. I stood up to wash her upper body starting with her shoulders. Down to her breasts I dropped giving each a once over, then a couple more turns on each nipple and three inch areola. Missy lifted both breasts for me to wash underneath them before I continued down to her abdomen. After giving it a scrub I reloaded the puff with body wash and dove into her pubic hair, raising lather peaks in the dark curly bush until all that was visible was white foam. Down between her legs as she bowed them slightly, I spent a lot of time gently, almost softly washing her pussy, letting the puff linger there, caressing her lips. I could see her abdominal muscles tensing and relaxing as the puff moved. On down I went, stooping to do her legs. By now I had a full erection and, as I stooped down, it stood up nearly to my abdomen. "Do you want your hair washed?" I asked. "Yes, that would be great. She sat down in the water as I opened the drain to let the tub empty. Taking down the hand held shower, I turned on the water and, with it directed away from Missy, adjusted the temperature before turning to her and rinsing her off a bit. Then I wet her hair thoroughly before lathering it well with shampoo. Her eyes closed, head moving slightly under my fingertips, I massaged her scalp just the way I know she likes before rinsing with the warm, flowing water from the shower head. Finished with her hair, I turned off the water, pulled a towel from the rack, and dried her hair some with it before twisting it around her head with her medium length brunette hair wrapped inside. Missy stood up as I pulled a second towel, this one larger, and handed it to her. "I need to go tend to the bacon," I told her and headed out of the bath. I got back to the professional level gas stove just as the bacon was about ready to be pulled from the pan. I lifted it onto some folded paper towels before turning to the refrigerator to gather up tomatos and lettuce. I could hear the hair dryer, merely a whisper from so far away, running as Missy must be drying her hair. --- Melissa, true to her word, was waiting in front of the restaurant when I walked out the door at 12:05 AM carrying a couple of plastic grocery bags. Her Lexus was idling, exhaust curling around the side of the car in the cold night air. I heard the door locks pop, opened the back door, placed the groceries on the seat, closed the door, opened the front door and slid into the seat as I closed the door beside me. Without a word, Melissa smoothly motored out of the parking lot before saying, "Hello. What have you got on the menu, Jim?" "Eggs benedict, bacon on the side, fresh strawberries with cream. Nothing really special," I told her. "Sounds wonderful," she told me. She drove us to one of the better parts of town, not ritzy, but nice "executive" homes, two stories, triple garages, nice lawns, that kind of thing. She pulled into the drive - it was concrete from the street to the garage doors, concrete about three lanes wide. From the concrete, a circle of decorative type white stone or gravel looped over in front of the entryway, framed with white columns. We parked on the gravel, I pulled the grocery bags from the back seat and met Missy as she strode toward the front door, key in hand. Door unlocked, we entered, she shut the door behind us then turned to a burglar alarm panel to tap in a code. I saw an LED turn from green to red on the panel as she turned toward me. "The kitchen is this way. Let's put the bags in there then Ill give you the five cent tour," she said. In the kitchen, being a trained chef, I immediately noticed the quality of the gear. Professional gas stove with three ovens, huge built in refrigerator, center island work space with a large rack above holding an assortment of cookware. Very nice. Groceries safely on a kitchen counter, Melissa led me on a tour of the downstairs then upstairs. "This is the master bedroom. It's cozy," she told me as she draped her suit jacket across the back of the desk chair. "Cozy, my ass," I thought. It was probably half the size of my entire crappy little one bedroom apartment. "Very nice," I said as I turned toward the door and ran right into her. Before I knew it, she had me in an enveloping embrace, lips pressed to mine. Her tongue probed for mine and, throwing all sense of restraint to the wind, I probed back, our tongues dancing together. She was advancing, gently walking me backwards until I felt the bed up against the back of my legs. Letting go of me, she pushed me onto the bed and as I flopped onto my back she literally dove onto the bed, half on me, half next to me. We laid there kissing for a long time, tongues in each other's mouth, her free hand rubbing around in my close cropped hair. I had worked both my hands free, one was under her neck as we kissed and I was gently caressing her back, fingertips wandering lightly up and down. I could feel that the clasp of her bra was probably four inches wide from top to bottom with a bunch of hooks. "Must take a lot to restrain those tits of hers," I thought to myself. On Staff Ch. 01 As if she read my mind, she suddenly broke off our mattress level embrace and crawled off the bed to stand up. As she stood up, she was unbuttoning her white blouse. After unzipping her skirt, she let it drop to the floor, shucked her blouse off, and wiggled her slip off over her head. Reaching around back, she undid her bra and let it fall away off both arms. Holy shit, those babies are even bigger than I imagined. She pulled down her panty hose, no panties underneath and leaned over to pull them off her legs one at a time. Leaning over, her tits swung away from her body, then from side to side with the movement of her shoulders. Naked now, she crawled back onto the bed, up against me, and began kissing me again as I felt her hand on my penis through my slacks. "This woman apparently knows what she wants," I thought. She began to undo my belt, snap, and zipper. "And seems to be used to getting it," my thoughts continued. Pants undone, she rose up to her knees to pull them and my boxers off of me. I was unbuttoning my shirt by the time she was done and she helped me get it off before pulling my T-shirt off over my head and arms. Back horizontal, her hot skin against mine, one tit squashed against my side, the other lying on my chest, we began to kiss again, her hand moving between my penis and testicles, caressing while I had my fingertips sliding softly up and down her breast lying on my chest. --- As I was slicing the tomatos Melissa's voice, calling my name, brought me back to reality so I put down the knife and headed back upstairs. I found her on her back, lying on the bed, tits splayed out, feet pulled up to raise her spread knees in the air. "Jim, I need your tongue, right now," she told me. Just hearing those words made me go hard almost instantly. I crawled onto the bed and dove between her legs, mouth seeking her pussy. Finding its target I began to lick her lightly along the length of her lips, each pass probing a little deeper until I was reaching as deeply as I could with my tongue. Deep between her lips I worked my tongue back and forth before heading for her clit. Finding it, I let my tongue circle it repeatedly as Missy began to squirm under my touch. Finally, I laid down on my stomach and chest so my hands would be free to reach up for those tits as I continued to tongue her clit. Around her thighs, I reached for a tit with each hand, finding my targets hanging somewhat off the each side of her chest. As I lifted them and began to gently massage them with my hands I encircled her clit with my lips and began to suck it as I drummed on it with my tongue. Missy began to thrust her hips at my mouth, grinding her pussy into my chin, wet with my saliva and her juices as I continued to suck that clit and play gently with her tits. She began to moan audibly with a gutteral sound that sounded like it emanated from deep within her and was thrusting her hips into my face harder as she began to shake. Her legs on my back, I felt them tighten like she was going to push me into the mattress as her whole body seemed to go stiff for a moment. Then she shook and shivered back down to reality. I had relaxed my clit sucking to more gentle caresses as she worked her way through the orgasm. Finished, she reached down, grasped either side of my head, and pulled me toward her. I scrambled up her length as she pulled my face to hers and shoved her tongue down my throat for a long kiss. Breaking off, she said, "That was good. I didn't realize how much I needed it till you bathed me. Now your turn." With that she reached down between us as I raised up, grasped my penis, and guided it into her well lubed pussy. I plunged as deeply as I could into her and lowered myself down gently onto her. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" I asked her softly. "No, you can go as slow or fast as you'd like to. I'm enjoying myself." With that, I began to gently thrust in and out using just my hips as we kissed deeply. I wanted it to last as long as I could. With my arms wrapped around her neck I began to roll to one side and we moved as a unit until she was on top of me, straddling my hips, tits hanging down in my face, which is just what I desired. I wanted those beautiful nipples in my mouth. I lifted her right breast to my mouth and gently sucked as much of the areola into my mouth as I could, my tongue dancing on the nipple. Switching to her left breast I did the same. I kept repeating, switching from one breast to the other as Melissa began rocking her hips on me. We spent some time enjoying each other like that until she told me, "Let's turn over. I want you to fuck the hell out of me." She raised up off of me, I scooted out of the way, and she quickly laid down with her legs up and arms inviting me in. I didn't need any guiding as I moved up her and shoved my wet penis into her now dripping pussy. Supporting myself on my hands and knees, I began to plunge in and out, building up speed and force until the spring of the mattress was in concert with my movement, supplementing it, making it more intense as I hammered her with all my energy. As I swung my hips, plunging into her with jack hammer like strokes she wrapped her legs around the back of my legs and met each of my thrusts with a thrust of her hips. Together we rose toward orgasm, her reaching the top just before me, beginning to shake and loose the rhythm of her thrusting as I felt myself boil over the top. I continued to thrust until the intensity of the orgasm snatched the ability to control my movements away from me, then I simply planted myself as deeply as I could and we rode out the orgasm together. As I felt myself unleash my load deep within her she was trembling her way to the end of her orgasm. Both of us totally spent, I collapsed onto her and kissed her gently. We lay there, hot sweat against hot sweat for several minutes before I rolled off of her, my limp, dripping penis flopping out of her to swing with my testicles as got up. Into the bathroom, a couple of towels from the linen closet, I returned and handed one to her. She stuffed it between her legs and watched me wipe myself off and milk the last of the semen out of my penis. "I think you earned your keep tonight, Jim," she said with a slight smile. "Are you hungry for those BLTs now?" I asked. "They sound real good now. Just let me clean up and I'll be right down," she replied. I headed downstairs to finish getting the makings of the BLTs ready. Thinking back to our first night in that bed I remembered that our lovemaking went about as it had been upstairs just a few minutes ago. In fact, for about two weeks the story was the same. Very hot sex followed by exhaustion. After two weeks of that pace, we were both about worn out tired. She was having trouble getting up, going to work. I was having less trouble since I could sleep in later but I was definitely tired all the time but the sex was worth it. I'd never been felt absorbed by a woman in my life. About three weeks later it happened after just such a session. --- "Jim, I don't think I can keep up this schedule. I'm exhausted all the time now," she told me. "I think it's affecting you, too, isn't it?" "Yes, but does this mean you're giving me the heave ho?" I asked. Neither of us was really interested in marriage, but the sex was sure good. "No, no way, Jim," she answered. "How much do you make managing the Blue Spruce," she asked. "If you don't mind me asking, just how much do you make?" Taken aback, I asked, "Why?" "I'm just curious. Your schedule is so different than mine. I wondered what it was paying you." "Well, if you really wanna' know, I make $3500 a month. Not enough for what I do but it was the best I could do when I found myself without my restaurant or any other job offers." She laid there looking at me as I twiddled absentmindedly with one of her nipples. "I'll give you $5000 a month to come to work for me," she said. "You can do that? You can get your place to hire me? How can you do that? I don't know anything about marketing," I said incredulously. "Because it IS MY place, Jim. I don't just work there, I own it. I own it all and don't answer to anybody but myself. So if I say you're hired, you're hired. I'll put you on the payroll as Director of Protocol. You can live here and take care of me, plan parties, cook, be my companion. In addition to your salary, you can have a car to drive and everything you really need. I'll even buy your clothes." I was staring at her with a blank expression other than my mouth hanging open. It sounded inviting. "Just what kind of a boss will you be?" I asked. "Kind, considerate, thoughtful, but I will expect you to do as you're told." "So we'll still be lovers?" I asked. "Yes, I'll be monogamous to you and I'd expect you to do the same for me," she answered. "But I would expect you to take care of my needs." "Nothing too kinky?" I probed. "Nothing any kinkier than what we've been doing for last few weeks. I like plain old straight sex, Jim." "Five thousand bucks, huh? Let me think about it," I told her. In about a minute I answered her, "OK, I thought about it, I'll do it." --- Melissa walked into the kitchen and, unusual for her, she was still naked. She walked up to me and took me into a tight embrace, tits squeezed between us till they were oozing out on either side. "I really enjoyed tonight," she said softly. "I did, too. Now, how about those BLTs?" I asked. --- Now you know the story of how I became Director of Protocol, chief duties of which are to keep my boss happy and satisfied. So I guess you could say I'm a "kept" man. Yes, I am, but I live in a real nice place, drive a nice car, get more sex than I can handle, and all I have to do is keep Missy happy and satisfied. Oh, and I'm banking nearly $3000 a month so if (or when) she tires of me and gives me ther boot, I've got cash. So I think it's a pretty good deal. Oops, I've got to go. Missy is calling me. I think she's wanting a good tongue lashing tonight. On Staff Ch. 02 "Jim, this weekend, is that enough lead time for you to put together a dinner here? For about five guests?" Melissa asked as she walked into the kitchen. She'd just arrived home from work and I was sitting naked at the breakfast room table, testicles and penis hanging down between my thighs to lie on the cool, finished wood of the chair seat. I like the way that feels, testicles lying on the cool wood like that. I was naked because that was the way Melissa preferred me to be. Over the months since she'd hired me I'd grown very comfortable with it, my nudity at home, comfortable to the point that I didn't really like having to get dressed when I went out. Clothes had become too confining, too restrictive. I work full time for Missy, my job being primarily to keep her happy and satisfied. "What would you like? Formal and fancy or simple and good?" I asked her. I'm a professionally trained chef and can handle anything from gourmet to simple depending on Missy's desires. "Somewhere in between. It doesn't need to be gourmet with a fancy presentation. As a matter of fact, I think the girls would prefer simple, maybe just a buffet with a bit of a selection," she answered. Missy owns a marketing company. She frequently entertains small groups here at her house. As her Director of Protocol, it's up to me to take her vision of what she'd like and turn it into reality so her guests enjoy themselves. "Oh, and since it's just some of my women clients, you won't need to dress for dinner. You can mingle and make sure their wine glasses stay filled and they're happy," she added. For the previous dinner parties, I'd always dressed for the guests, some of the very few times I'm not naked around the house. This time was apparently different since it was just women clients. It didn't bother me in the least. I'd grown very comfortable being naked around groups of women having dealt with smaller groups, two, three, when Missy had friends over. They always enjoyed Missy's "naked houseboy." "OK, whatever you say, Missy. I can put it together by this weekend, no problem, it gives me three days, that's plenty of time," I told her. While dinner finished cooking I sat back down at the table to prepare a menu and shopping list for the weekend dinner party. "I'm going to go change. What time will dinner be ready?" Missy asked. "About thirty minutes." "OK." She turned and walked out of the kitchen. I heard her footsteps pad up the carpeted stairs as she went up to her master bedroom to change. Meanwhile I furrowed my brow to consider a buffet menu for Saturday evening. After dinner, kitchen cleaned up, dishwasher running, I sat in the den on the leather couch watching the news channel. Missy came in, still wearing the floral patterned silk robe she'd worn for dinner. Sitting down next to me she loosened the tied sash as she asked, "What's happening in the world tonight?" "Nothing out of the ordinary. Same stuff as usual," I replied. As her robe loosened and gaped open some, those hefty double-D's were partially exposed, cleavage from here to eternity. Just gazing at that cleavage made me begin to engorge, my penis elevating itself from its flaccid position hanging down with my testicles, lying with them on the leather between my thighs. Whenever Missy sat close to me like this and loosened her robe I knew she wanted sex, starting with a long, relaxed session on those beautiful tits of hers. I put my left arm around her shoulders so that my hand was in the right position to accomodate her needs but I can't actually reach the business end of those babies from that position without some help from below. Turning toward her just enough, I could reach over with my right hand to lift a breast up to my waiting fingertips. Lightly caressing the nipple I let my fingertips trace slow, gentle paths encircling the areola, gradually closing on the nipple itself, repeating this over and over. Melissa's right hand wandered up my thigh to softly grasp my ever hardening penis. Letting her fingertips drop softly down my scrotum, she gently slid them under my testicles to lift them gently. She likes the way my testicles hang so low, five inches or so, likes the way they swing about with my flaccid penis when I walk or move around. After a couple of news segments I'm ready to suck on those tits and I know Missy is ready for me to do it. So I turned myself around to lie down, my head in her lap, and suckle them like a baby. She knows where I'm headed and has her robe fully opened by the time I can lie down. My head in her lap, right ear tickled by her full, dark bush, I guided a three inch areola my way and began to suckle it. Sucking as much of it into my mouth as possible I squeezed gently with my lips while circling the nipple with my tongue and sucking gently. In a long session of that I can actually begin to extract some fluid from her nipple. The more often we have such sessions, the faster the fluid begins to appear. I bet Missy one time that given enough intensive sessions I could probably coax her breasts into giving milk. I continued the suckling until Missy began move herself out from under my head. Turning to sit on me, her ass on my chest, thighs on each side of my head, she buried my face in her bush. Seeking her pussy, I searched with my tongue until I found its target. Up and down the length of her lips, probing ever deeper with each pass I tasted the slightly salty taste as I gathered its musky odor with each deep breath I take through my nostrils. Looking up, I was looking at those hanging tits, wet nipples pointing slightly down and front. Reaching up around her thighs I took a tit in each hand to play with them gently as I continued to probe between her lips with my tongue. My erection, so engorged that my penis almost hurt, was longing for a soft touch. As if she read my mind, Missy reached around behind her to grasp it in her hands as she began to ride my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth. Moving forward I found her clit and began to suck on it just the way I know Missy likes it, drumming it with my tongue as I suckle gently. She never lasts very long when I've gotten to this part of the mustache ride and that night was no exception. Within minutes she is beginning to shake and tremble, her grasp on my penis tightening as she rattles through an orgasm. I reduced my suckling to a very soft touch of lips and tongue as she rode the orgasm through to its conclusion. Finished shaking and trembling, she sat still on me for a few minues as I continued to softly lick her lips, then began to get up off of me. Instead of letting her up, I grabbed her by the hips to hold her in place on my face and continued to lick her lips, probing into the wet folds with my tongue. Repeating the whole process, I brought her to a second orgasm, this one seemed to be even more intense than the first one with more shaking, trembling and a low gutteral moan from Missy. A second ride finshed, she got up off of me before I could stop her, telling me to sit up on the couch. I turned and sat up on the warm leather, now sticking to my sweaty ass, and Missy was between my legs on her knees heading toward my aching penis. She gives head less frequently than she wants it so I savor it every time she does. This time, however, after the hour or so of sex time, I wasn't that far from an orgasm myself and as she began to slide her lips up and down my shaft I could feel myself heading into the abyss quickly. As my buttocks and abdominals began to tighten and relax beyond my control, she knew I was almost there and she seemed to double her efforts. "Oh damn, I'm about to cum," I moaned as much as said causing her to begin to suck more with each stroke of her lips on my shaft. Her hand was holding my testicles and I could feel them tighten just before I went headlong over the top and began to lose my load. Missy has never hesitated to swallow a load of ejaculate and the this time was no different than usual. With slurping noises and swallowing, she vacuumed me dry as I sat trembling on the couch before she dropped my penis from her mouth and looked up at me smiling. "How was that?" she asked. "I don't think you need me to tell you," I replied as I let my head lay back on the top of the couch back. Melissa stood up saying, "I'm going to bed. You be sure to get your rest between now and the weekend." "Good night, Missy," I answered. Get my rest? What did she mean by that? I found out on Friday evening when Missy got home. When she'd put her briefcase down on the bench in the entryway, she opened it and pulled out a small brown sack. "Here, this is for tomorrow night," she told me as she held out the sack toward me. Taking it, I opened it and looked inside to see a large box of condoms and a box of Cialis, the erectile dysfunction drug. "What's this for?" I asked. "For the girls tomorrow night, I think they may be wanting some entertainment from you," Missy told me. "I thought our agreement was that this is a monogamous relationship," I told her. "It is, but your taking care of my friends in my presence isn't a problem. I just want you to be sure to wear a condom if you actually fuck any of them," she explained. "But basically, if they want it, I want you to give them whatever they're needing. The Cialis is to help you deliver more times than you're accustomed to if needed." "OK, Missy. Whatever you say. You're the boss," I told her. This would be interesting. I've never "performed" in front of a crowd, even if it was only a few women. That night the thought of being naked in front of a group of women, some of who might want me to satisfy them was roiling in my brain, keeping me awake past midnight. First thing Saturday morning I took a dose of the Cialis. I didn't notice any impact until around noon when I took a break from dinner preparations to walk naked into the hall bath to take a leak. When I grasped my penis to make an effort to ring the bowl, I noticed that it felt a little thicker than usual. After shaking off, I was washing my hands when I realized that my penis was engorging, quickly. The more I thought about it, the harder it got until I think it was just a bit larger than usual when erect. Sheesh. Back in the kitchen, everytime I began to soften and thought about it, it would immediately spring back to full erection. Damn. I had everything prepped and ready around 5:30 so I went to my bedroom to grab a shower. My mind on other things, my erection finally faded to just a nice hang until Melissa came in the bathroom. One of the rules around the house was that she could come into my room or bathroom anytime she wished while I was to be invited in before I went into hers when she was there. She came in, I could see her through the glass shower doors. She asked, "You took the Cialis, right?" "Yeah, I took it." "Let me see," she said as she slid back one of the doors. In profile, she could see that my flaccid penis was hanging a bit more heavily than usual. Reaching into the tub, she grasped my testicles, cradling them in her hand, lifting them then letting them back down. At her touch, I nearly immediately sprang to a full erection. "Oh, that does work, doesn't it? You know what? I think you should shave. You'll look so nice clean shaven." "OK, Missy." She sat down on the closed toilet lid as I finished my shower. When I slid the shower door open, she said, "Let's take care of that shave now. Where's your razor?" "Left hand drawer." She retrieved my razor and turned toward me saying, "Soap up." I took some body wash and lathered up my pubic hair then turned back toward her. Grasping my mostly flaccid penis to hold it out of the way, Missy began at the top to shave my bush. As she held my penis it rapidly engorged but luckily she was finished shaving above it just about as quickly. Now with it up and out of the way, she had easy access to my testicles to shave them. Finished, she told me, "Rinse off. Let me see if I missed any." I turned on the water and used the hand held shower to rinse the remaining soap and curly bits of hair off. Turning back to her I asked, "OK?" "Just a second. Here's a bit I missed," she told me as she took care of the remaining hair. "OK, all done. I kind of like the look. I may just have you stay like that from now on," she finished. She got up, put my razor on the counter, and left the bath as I climbed out of the tub to dry off. When I dried around my penis and testicles it seemed like the newly bare skin was much more sensitive than before, almost like the nerve endings were on caffeine or something, more awake. Finishing, I hung my towel up, shaved, rinsed, and dried my face, then headed for the kitchen. No need to waste any time getting dressed for the party. The chafing dishes were prepped and ready. Bread was sliced and in the cloth covered baskets. The last items were in the oven. Everything was ready to feed Missy's friends. The first guests began arriving around 7:00 followed quickly by the remaining women. They looked like they ranged in age from late twenties to perhaps early sixties or late fifties. They all greeted me by name when they saw me. Most of them I'd seen (and they'd seen me, literally) at the house previously. I think a couple of them hadn't been to Missy's house before and when they looked at me they seemed to be in a quandry - Do I stare or look away? As they gathered in the living room, Missy requested, "Could you pour some wine for everyone now please, Jim?" "Yes, ma'am," I said as I headed into the kitchen. As I left I heard one of the women tell Melissa, "You've got him well trained, Melissa," followed by some chuckles from other women. As I returned with two bottles of wine I heard somebody ask Melissa, "I know he cooks and cleans. What else can he do." "Just about anything you might want," was the answer I heard from Melissa, followed by more chuckles. As I poured the first glass of wine, that for one of the older ladies, I felt her hand on the inside of my thigh, slipping it up my thigh until it was brushing my low hanging testicles, I immediately began to engorge. "Jessie, look at what you're doing to him." "Oh, that's nice." Before I could move on to the next wine glass, I felt her hand cup my testicles and lift them a couple of times. "Melissa, he's got a nice set of balls on him, doesn't he?" "Yes, he does. They seem to do the job quite well." "Oh, I bet they do." The guest attached to the next wine glass didn't touch me, but smiled sweetly as I poured her wine, my partial erection right at her eye level as I stood there. The next guest had her hand on my ass as I poured, her fingertips softly sliding up and down my crack. Around the room I went, pouring wine for each woman. Two of them simply grasped my penis in their hand, causing it to go to a full erection under the first grasp. While my flaccid penis usually hangs down about five inches along with my testicles, unfortunately it grows only slightly to about six and a half when fully erect. Under the influence of the Cialis, it seemed to be slightly larger but definitely firmer as it stood up nearly to my abdomen. When Denise, the first guest to grasp it let go, it sprang to full attention eliciting an "Oh yes," from her. Elaine, the last guest to get wine and the second to grasp my penis, just smiled as I poured wine into the glass in her right hand while her left hand gently stroked my erection. Now just Melissa was remaining. As I poured her wine she began to pull her skirt up - I saw she had nothing on underneath as she spread her thighs and displayed her full dark bush. "Here, I'll show you what I mean, girls. Jim, I need some help here," she said to me. "Yes, ma'am," I replied as I sat the two wine bottles down on the table next to her chair. I kneeled down in front of her chair, she scooted herself forward until the edge of the seat was just under her butt. Diving in, my nose was in her bush, I found my mark with my mouth and began to lick her pussy, up and down the lips, probing with my tongue on each pass. I felt her lift her legs to drape them over my shoulders as I continued to lick and probe. Behind me I heard one of her guests say, "Oh, you DO have him trained well." I heard Missy reply, "He just understands what I need and how to give it to me." By this time, I'd moved to her clit and was suckling it gently. She said, "OK, Jim, that's enough for now. You can go get the food ready," as she took her legs off of my shoulders. I stood up, turned, and headed for the kitchen, my penis so hard it wsn't even bobbing or moving at all as I walked out of the room. I realized that it was quite a turn on for me to be eating Missy out like that in front of her friends. Just about out of the room I heard somebody state, "I think I'll need some of that before the night's over." There were a couple of "Me too," as I went through the doorway. I had a short buffet set up on one of the kitchen counters and in just a few minutes I was ready to let them begin to serve themselves. I went to the doorway of the living room and told Melissa, "The food is ready, Missy." As she and her guests filed by me into the kitchen, several of them grasped my partially erect penis as they passed. By the time they were all in the kitchen, it was fully erect again. Melissa was last through the doorway and as she passed by me she winked at me and whispered, "I think you'll be a hit tonight, Jim." "Oh yeah, I think so," was all I could think to myself as I followed them into the kitchen to make sure they had everything they needed. As they served themselves and went to the large table to sit down, I ensured that each had a full wine glass and then made certain the chafing dishes and counter all looked okay. After eating, they all agreed to postpone desert for a bit and headed back to the living room. As Missy left the kitchen she told me, "Bring the wine, Jim." I picked up two wine bottles and followed them into the living room, my penis having finally calmed down to a partial erection standing out slightly below horizontal. I could feel precum oozing a bit. As I filled wine glasses around the room I heard some chuckling behind me. When I turned, I saw why. Cynthia, the other older lady besides Jessie, was sitting on one end of the couch completely bare below the waist, her slacks and underwear in a heap on the floor beside the couch. When I looked at her she grinned and said, "Wine isn't what I need right now, young man." Chuckles and laughter from around the room. I finished filling everyone's glasses before turning toward Cynthia again. Setting the wine bottles down on the side table I approached her and stooped down in front of the couch before kneeling down. She immediately had her legs on my shoulders and used them to lift her butt up and scoot it toward me. She was a fairly slender lady, a bit of loose skin, but all in all not that badly preserved for somebody I assumed to be in their sixties. Scooting toward me, she virtually rammed her pussy into my mouth, my nose in her almost black bush. I could smell a faint aroma of some sort of bath powder. It smelled like Chanel No. 5, which my loving ex-wife liked and I always thought smelled very nice. Finding her pussy lips with my tongue, I began to lick and probe deeper, ever deeper with my tongue. "Oh, he is good, Melissa," I heard Cynthia tell my boss. As I continued to lick, I had no need to search for her clit. It had become quite enlarged, feeling like it protruded almost a inch so I encircled it with my lips and began to suckle gently playing with the end of it with my tongue. Cynthia's hips began to rock under my continued suckling, faster and faster they rocked until she began to shake and tremble. With some gutteral groans she came under my touch, shaking on the couch, legs alternately tightening and relaxing on my shoulders. As she calmed down I'd continued to gently suckle her clit until she took her legs off my shoulders and scooted herself back, pulling her pussy away from my mouth. "I need to finish this," she told Melissa as I stood up. On Staff Ch. 02 Melissa simply said, "That's fine," reaching down beside her chair and coming back up with a plastic wrapped condom for me. As I turned to take the condom from Melissa, Cynthia got up from the couch. When I turned back around, she was lying on her back on the cushions, her head in Jessie's lap, one leg draped up the couch back and the other off the seat cushion, foot flat on the floor. She was unbuttoning her blouse after which she spread it open and pulled her bra up. Her tits dropped free of the bra cups and immediately sagged to either side of her chest. I had torn open the packet and was unrolling it over my aching erection as she said, "Come on, lover. Lets see how good you are with that thing." I climbed onto the couch on my knees between her splayed out legs and lowered myself to enter her. As my lubricated condom covered penis slid easily into her very wet pussy, Cynthia wrapped both legs around my lower back and thrust her hips at me, slamming me as deeply as possible into her. "Oh yeah," she said softly and I began to thrust, her own thrusts timed perfectly to meet mine, causing a solid slapping sound as we banged together and my testicles swung to slap her ass on each stroke. With the condom dulling the sensation for me somewhat, I was able to hammer away for what seemed like several minutes before I began to feel like I was nearing an orgasm. Before I got there, Cynthia began hers, shaking underneath me, her thrusts becoming eratic. Shaking through her climax, she gripped my with her legs and pulled me down onto her before reaching with her right hand to lift a tit to my face. Taking the hint I began to suckle the large nipple, sucking as much of the loose tit into my mouth as I could before gently squeezing and releasing my lips and circling the nipple with my tongue. Though I hadn't cum yet, I could feel it rising in me and had to start thrusting with my hips again as I laid down closely above her. As I rushed over the top I groaned and arched my back as I loaded the condom. Finished, I relaxed onto her and felt her fingertips on my back, caressing up and down its length. I dropped her tit from my mouth and it fell back to hang partially off her chest as I was breathing deeply, trying to regain my breath. This old lady had really wrung me out. As I pushed myself up off of her, my penis, now nearly flaccid, flopped out of her, the semen filled end of the condom weighting it down. I stood up and it swung back and forth with my testicles as I heard somebody, I think Elaine, say something like, "Look, Cynthia. You've used him up before any of us had a chance." Still lying on ber back on the couch, naked except for her splayed open blouse and pulled up bra Cynthia said, "Yeah, and it was worth it." There were chuckles and laughter around the room as I turned and headed for the downstairs powder room to get rid of the condom. I slid it off and dropped it in the toilet before using one of the hand towels to wipe myself up. Laying the towel on the back of the toilet, I closed the lid, flushed it, washed my hands and headed back to the living room. Cynthia was sitting on the end of the couch, slacks on, bra back in place, but blouse still unbuttoned. As I approached them Denise stood up and motioned me to her. She is a little chubby, thick through the waist, tits not quite big enough to truly be in proportion to the rest of her body. When I got to her she took me in an embrace and began to dance me clumsily around the room to the sound of the background music I had turned on earlier that evening. Though Cynthia had just fucked the hell out of me, the Cialis was working and my penis was already partially engorged as Denise loosened her embrace and reached down to take my testicles in her hand. "Jessie, you were right," she said, "He does have a nice set of balls. Look at how they hang." "I told you so," I heard Jessie reply at about the same time Denise began to push me down toward the floor. I went down to the floor under her urging before she pushed me onto my back. Pulling her skirt up, no underwear, she straddled my chest and scooted up until she had her pussy right on my chin. "Let's go, Jim. Let's see what you can do with that tongue of yours," she said as she began to grind her pussy into my mouth. After making just a couple of passes around her lips with my tongue I immediately just probed as deeply as I good, darting my tongue in and out, out to her lips, in as deeply as I could reach. With my hand I reached up around her thigh to search for her clit, finding it with my thumb. Continuing with my tongue I began to lightly play with her clit, circling it with the tip of my thumb. "Oooh, that's good," Denise said softly as she began to rock her hips, grinding ever harder into my mouth. Within a few minutes my jaw was beginning to ache but luckily she was rising quickly to her own orgasm, hips rocking ever faster on my face. As she fell over the top into the abyss, she began to stiffen on me, shaking a bit before saying, "Oh damn, oh damn," over and over. Finished, she slowed to a stop and just sat there for a minute or so as I continued to trace her lips with my tongue before she stood up off of me and told Missy, "That was good, real good, Melissa. You'll share him again, won't you?" Missy just smiled and said, "Of course. What are friends for?" Looking up from my back on the floor I saw that Jessie had pulled her slacks and underwear off and was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse. She is a large woman, not fat, just tall and large. After dropping her blouse on the couch she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and let then it slide down her arms. Damn, her tits were big hangers, hanging down to nearly her waist, laying on her somewhat large belly. Her legs were heavy but not terribly large but my eyes kept going back to those heavy hangers of hers with what might have been four inch aerola staring down at me on the floor. "Melissa," she said as she held out her hand. Missy handed her a condom, Jessie tore open the packet as she sat down on my legs. She took my now fully erect penis in one hand and began to unroll the condom down it saying, "Well Jim, have you got enough left to satisfy a fat old woman like me?" Without waiting for any sort of answer she raised herself up, aimed my condom sheathed penis, and sat down slowly on it. After a couple of rocks of her hips to settle in she sat motionless, let out a relaxed sigh, and said, "Melissa, I haven't had any of this in a long time. I want to enjoy it." Missy just said, "Take your time, Jessie. We aren't in any hurry. We'll just enjoy watching you." Jessie reached across her abdomen under both tits with her left arm as she began to lean forward supporting herself with her right arm. Lifting those hangers with her arm, she leaned forward and by the time she was down almost on me those tits were draped across her forearm like the way a waiter drapes a cloth over his arm. As she reached a prone position on me, our bodies joined into one mass, she let them go so that they fell into my face and off to either side of my head on my shoulders. Somewhat softly she said, "Melissa told me you like large, saggy breasts. How are these? They saggy enough for you?" By that time I had already lifted one of those babies to my face and begun to suckle on the huge nipple. "Hmmmm," was all I could get out around the mouthfull of aerola I was sucking in, reaching almost to the back of my throat. Jessie had extended her legs down along mine. Under her torso, one tit in my mouth, the other lying on my shoulder against the side of my head, my legs between hers, her arms wrapped around behind my neck I felt like I was totally enveloped, held in a very warm, soft cocoon. She began to thrust her hips slightly and I, as much as I could, began to match her with thrusts of my own and we were soon in perfect time together. Gently, almost softly, we continued like that for some time. It was like Jessie was pacing herself to let it last all night. Between the condom, my previous orgasm, and the Cialis, I felt like I stay with her at that pace, and I was enjoying it, too. It felt safe, comfortable, relaxing in my warm coccoon there under her. Switching back and forth between those big tits, I suckled each one over and over as we continued our gentle, slow humping on the floor between the other women who had gone back to their conversation as they watched us. After some time I began to feel wetness running down my testicles about the same time that Jessie began some very low gutteral groans and stiffened on me. She began to tremble slightly as I felt her arms alternately tighten and loosen around my neck and her legs squeeze mine. Lying still on me, she let out a long contented sigh, then began to push herself up off of me. I was still suckling on her left tit and as she got up it pulled from my mouth with a smacking noise as it broke the vacuum of my grip. Raising herself up let my still erect penis slide out and flop onto my belly. I hadn't cum yet and when Jessie saw that she said, "Hey, that wasn't enough to finish you off?" I just said, "I'm not that far off. I was enjoying it too much to mess it up by cumming too soon." Without saying another word, Jessie straddled me, her knees on either side of rib cage and sat back down on my penis. It slid into her wetly with no resistance and she began to rock her hips on me, faster and faster until she was really humping forward and back at a breathtaking pace, her tits swinging around, nipples tracing little circles, sometimes on my chest, sometimes in the air just above it. Still, I felt like I wasn't getting any closer to an orgasm and when she tired of the effort she got up off of me, my penis flopping again onto my belly as she said, "It's that damn condom." Straddling my legs down below my knees, she pulled the condom off, dropped it on the floor, and began to stroke my erection with one had while cradling my testicles in the other. Looking up at the other women, I saw that they had stopped talking and were watching Jessie's hand action intently. Elaine had her slacks and panties pushed down and was fingering herself unabashedly as she stared at Jessie's hand pumping vigorously on my penis. I felt my hips beginning to rock on their own volition as I began to climb rapidly toward release under Jessie's efforts. As I felt myself about to go, my testicles felt like they tightened up and Jessie, feeling me near orgasm, gently tightened her grip on them as she pumped even faster on my penis. Shaking, I felt myself let go and Jessie stopped pumping as I began to cum, spurting a couple of ropes onto my abdomen. She was squeezing both my testicles and penis in a gentle but tight grip, just this side of uncomfortable and as she released her grip on my penis I ejected a couple of additional ropes which actually reached further up my torso than the first two. I was finishing with several mostly dry pulses as we heard Elaine making the noises of a good orgasm of her own. Jessie released her grip on my testicles, raised and lowered them between my legs several times gently massaging them with her fingertips, then got up, her pendulous tits swinging about wildly as she stood and straigtened up. Heading toward the powder room she walked off. "You look pretty done in, Jim," Missy said as I layed there on the floor, cum on my abdomen and lower chest. I looked at the clock on he mantle and realized that Jessie and I had been gently fucking for nearly an hour as the others watched and chatted. Now wonder I was whipped, but damn it was a nice sensation lying there under her. The only thing that could have made it more enjoyable would have been to have something softer than the floor under us. "I can't move, Missy," I said. "I'll just sleep here tonight." They laughed, Elaine the loudest as she got up from the couch, pants still pushed down around her hips, and kneeled next to me with some napkins in her hands. She began to wipe the cum off of me then tentatively gripped my penis to lift it off of my abdomen and wipe it. Milking it gently she had me pretty well cleaned up in a few minutes but then sat down cross legged beside me, still holding my penis in a gentle grasp with a couple of fingertips lightly caressing the top of my scrotum above my dangling testicles. Jessie returned from the powder room and sat down on the couch, still naked, her tits nearly lying in her lap. Jessie said, "That was just what the doctor ordered, I think. Melissa, I'll need a dose of that on a regular basis if that's OK with you." Missy answered, "Maybe we should have these little get togethers more often if you're up to it, Jim. What do you think? Can you handle it?" "Sure Missy," was about all I could get out as I laid there spent, Elaine gently caressing my penis and scrotum. She released my penis and reached down between my legs to lift my hanging testicles with her right hand as she grasped my penis with her left. Under her touch, I could actually feel a tingling in my groin, like my penis was considering engorging again, but that was all. Even under the influence of the Cialis, it wasn't up to it. Elaine let go of me and got up off the floor as she said, "Maybe next time. Girls, I need to get a chance before you use him up next time." The all laughed at the statement as Elaine sat back down on the couch, pulling her slacks up but leaving them open as she sat down. I rolled over, raised myself on my hands and knees, getting ready to stand up. Gazing at my flaccid penis and testicles hanging down toward the floor, Missy said, "Wait, Jim. Stay right there," as she got up out of her chair. She stooped down next to me, one hand under my abdomen to grasp my hanging penis and the other around between my legs to cup my testicles. Laughing as she took a couple of pulls on my penis she said, "What do you think, girls? What does this remind you of?" The other four roared at the joke. Jessie stood up, leaned over, those big droopers of hers hanging down a long way from her body and said, "His udder isn't quite as big as these big old udders of mine," which brought even louder roars of laughter. Missy pulled at my penis some more as she said, "The one of us that can make him cum one more time wins." I think the wine was being felt around the room by this time of the evening. Elaine excitedly said, "How about the winner gets first shot at him next time we get together?" Missy said, "Somebody go get the lotion from the powder room." Elaine jumped up and headed to get it. Meanwhile, Missy said, "Here, Jim. Up here," as she patted the couch. I managed to climb up on the couch. They had me try several positions until they settled on my being on my knees on the seat cushion, resting my upper body on my elbows and forearms on the arm of the couch. That put me in the position of having a ass slightly up in the air and Missy pulled and pushed on my thighs to get my knees as far apart as they could be on the seat cushion. Elaine returned from the powder room with the lotion and a hand towel. Missy spread the hand towel on the couch under my penis and asked, "Who's first?" Jessie said, "How about you? It's your turn to abuse this young man." Everybody else voiced their agreement so Missy acceded to their wishes. An ample squirt of lotion into her left hand, she put the bottle down, rubbed her hands together to spread it then kneeled down on the floor next to me on the couch. One hand under my abdomen, the other betwen my legs, she had my testicles and penis in both hands, oiling everything up, before settling into stroking my floppy penis with one hand while massaging my testicles with the other. The oily pulling of my penis felt good and I could feel it engorge slightly. She pulled on it for some time before stopping, standing up, and asking, "Who's next?" Cynthia stepped over, squirted some lotion in one hand, rubbed her hands together, and began to milk me, pulling down on both my penis and testicles at the same time. I could feel myself getting a little more aroused by the time she stopped and let Elaine take her place. She began her turn with gentle squeezing before she started to pull at my penis and it was beginning to engorge to the point that it was thicker and stiffer in her grasp. "I think he may be getting there," Elaine told the others as she began to stroke faster on my penis. Alternately lifting and pulling my testicles as she stroked she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Come on, Jim. You can do it, I bet." I felt myself getting close as my back began to arch and relax under the sensations of Elaines touch. She was really stroking me now, pulling pretty hard on each stroke as I began to cum. It didn't feel like I had much to give so it was a mostly dry orgasm but it counted so Elaine "won." She picked up the towel, wiped the lotion off of my scrotum and now completely spent penis before I raised my self to an upright position on my knees. My penis and testicles hung limp between my legs, penis about as large as when erect but just hanging there like a towel on a rack. "I'm done," I mumbled as I struggled to stand up off the couch. "You did real well, young man," Jessie said as she was pulling her panties and slacks on. I stumbled over to a chair and sat down as they all began heading toward the door to leave. The house now quiet, Missy said, "You deserve a hot soak. Come on up to my room." On Staff Ch. 03 Melissa called me at home from her office about early afternoon. "Jim, I'm bringing a few women by for drinks. No dinner, no appetizers, just drinks. We'll probably be there around 5:30 or so. Okay?" "Sure, Missy. That'll be fine," I replied. I'm in the steady employ of Melissa, providing cooking, party hosting, and personal services to her. She likes me to remain nude around the house at all times, a state I've come to enjoy very much, particularly when she has her guests, almost always women, over for visits, dinner parties, and drinks. This afternoon I just needed to check the bar inventory to ensure I wasn't short of any of the regular libations and mixers. Not knowing what Missy may want to do for dinner, I'd just let that slide. Often when she had friends over for drinks, we just ate something casual later after her guests departed. When Missy arrived at 5:35, I had the bar ready, ice bucket filled, liquor lined up, glasses and tools at the ready to ply her friends with their poison of choice. I met her at the door and took her briefcase and set it down beside the hall tree in the entryway. Missy gave me a little kiss on the cheek as she pulled off her blazer and went to hang it up. "I'll take care of that, Missy," I said as I took it from her. "You go ahead and get ready for your guests." "They should be here any minute, Jim. Could you please welcome them in and set them up with drinks when they get here?" she asked as she headed for the stairs. "No problem, Missy," I replied. All of her friends already knew about Jim, Melissa's naked house boy as most of them referred to me. Some had fucked me blind or ridden my tongue to exhaustion at prior dinner parties, entertainment for the entire group. When the doorbell rang I walked to answer it. Opening it I met a woman I'd never seen before at the house. She looked me up and down, pausing at my penis and testicles which both hang down a good bit, about six inches, almost comically so. "So I guess you're Jim," she told me. "Melissa has told me all about you. I'm Steffany, with a double-f." She held out her hand and I took it and welcomed her into the house. She glanced around then turned her gaze to me as I closed the door beind us. "So, Melissa likes you to stay naked around the house, eh? My husband does the same at home," she told me. "She says you make a good Martini." I motioned her ahead toward the living room and said, "Right this way and I can fix you up." As she passed by me she grabbed my butt cheek with a firm grip before letting go and giving it a pat. Behind the bar I whipped up an extra dry Martini for her and had her holding a full glass in her hand in no time. About that time, Missy came into the room having changed into a flowing satin casual dress that draped her large frame in bright colors and did little to conceal the fact she was wearing no bra. Her tits are large hangers but with enough structure and firmness left that they don't just flatten against her, they hang down and out. Several additional ladies arrived shortly thereafter and soon everybody had their drink of choice and was involved in conversation. I stayed out of the way, just refilling drinks when requested and wasn't actually paid much attention. It looked like a lot of business was being discussed. Missy's guests began to leave around 8:00pm, the first to arrive, Steffany with a double-f, was the last to leave. As I was cleaning up the bar and putting things away I saw Missy and her involved in conversation. As I finished behind the bar Missy called me over to them. "Jim," she said, "Steffany is having a get together this weekend at her place. She'd like us to come. There'll be other women there with their men. Other women who have similar arrangements to ours. How's that sound?" "Fine with me, Missy. Sounds like it might be fun," I replied. As Steffany with a double-f left, Melissa closed the door behind her say, "Damn, I'm tired," as she untied the the rope like belt around her casual dress and lifted it over her head to remove it. She was naked underneath, her large tits swaying with her movement as she walked over to me. Putting he arms around me she pulled me into an embrace, her tits squashed between us as she kissed me softly. "Let's go to bed. I'd like to spend some time with you now," she told me. She more or less turned me toward the doorway and stairs with her hands on my shoulders and I led the way. Going up the stairs I felt her hands fondling my testicles as I was a couple of steps above her. She loves they way they hang so low and sway when I walk. Upstairs in her bedroom she said, "Let's take a shower," as she discarded her dress in the corner of the room on the carpet. Her master bath has both a big soaker tub and a double shower stall. I started the water at both shower heads and got it adjusted as Missy sat on the toilet taking a piss. "All ready," I said just as she finished up and flushed. I slid back the door on one end of the shower, slipped inside, and slid the door shut. Standing under the shower head, warm water cascading off of my head like a waterfall to run down my body, I heard the shower door slide open and closed behind me just before feeling Missy's arms wrap around me, her body pressing into my back. I tried to turn around but she had too tight a grip on me at first. As her hug loosened a bit, I turned around in her arms to face her, my already erect penis slapping her thigh as I turned. She loosened her embrace long enough to settle her tits back between us then squeezed me again. "You're a special guy, you know that? You put up with, no embrace all my little whimsies like this get together at Steffany's house this weekend," she told me. "Hey, that's my job, Missy," I replied. "No, it's more than your job, honey. You treat me really nice," she said. "well, you take pretty good care of me, too," I replied as I slipped out of her grip and stooped down to suck on a tit. Continuing down, I was soon sitting on the floor of the shower with my hands on her ass, one on each marvelous globe of a buttock, pulling her toward me, her pussy to my mouth. Face in her bush I probed with my tongue to find her clit, wrapping my lips around it when I did to suckle it gently as I massaged her buttocks keeping her pulled tightly to me. I could feel her hands on my head, rubbing all around my scalp as I continued to suckle on that clit. Reaching between her thighs with m right hand I caressed from her ass crack to her pussy lips, letting my fingertips lightly trail back and forth, back and forth. Missy was soon thrusting her hips, shoving herself into me, making it difficult for me to maintain my liplock on her clit. Momentarily she pulled herself free of me and turned around, bending over to rest her elbows and forearms on the seat at the far end of the shower stall, presenting herself to me like a bitch in heat. Scrambling to my feet, guiding my penis with my right hand I found my target and slid in easily. Settling myself I gripped her hips and began to thrust, slowly at first then building in speed and force until I was hammering her as hard and fast as I could. Missy began to respond to each stroke with a grunting noise that built in intensity until she was actually being more vocal than usual during our lovemaking. Continuing to pound her, I could feel my testicles swinging with each stroke and Missy beginning to squirm. Suddenly she was shaking and saying "Oh damn, oh damn," over and over until she quieted to just a rhythmic groaning with each stroke. I stopped, shoved as deeply as I could in her and felt her pussy alternately squeezing and releasing my penis, something at which she is quite good. That took me over the top and I felt myself start to cum, penis pulsing hard, shooting my load as deeply into her as I could. "I can feel you cum, feel your semen hit my vagina walls, it feels hot," she told me. Finished shooting my load, I bent over on her back, reaching around her to reach for, cup, and lift those two beautiful tits. Damn I love'em, I love the way they hang. "I need to stand up," she told me softly. I let go of her tits and straightened up, groaning as I did, followed by her doing about the same. She turned around and hugged me to her, squashing those tits between us, a position I dearly love. "we better get finished up in here. I have to get up and go to work in the morning," she told me before kissing me softly on the lips thenprobing for my tongue with hers. We began washing up and when Missy was finished shaving her legs she turned to me and said, "You know, I like the way we've kept you smooth. I think I'd like to try it, too." Handing me her razor she told me, "Here, shave me." "You're not afraid I'll cut you? I am," I told her. "Just soap me up and shave me, silly. I'll shave you after you do me," she insisted. I carefully shaved her clean all except for a few hairs she saw after she rinsed off. She took care of those before soaping me up and shaving me smooth. As we were drying off she asked me, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? I'd like you to." I usually sleep in my own bedroom so this was a significant invitation. "Sure, Missy. Sounds real nice," I replied. Soon after, I was cuddled up against her in bed, us facing each other on our sides, her tits squashed between us and her leg looped over my thigh. I slept very well. The next morning was Saturday, the day of the get together at Steffany with a double-f's home. As we were eating breakfast, Missy told me, "I want you to take your Cialis before the party this afternoon." "Is it that kind of party?" I asked. "I'm not completely sure what to expect, but if there's going to be other women with their men there, you want to look good, don't you?" she asked. "Sure," I replied. "I plan to wear my red patterned kimono. Why don't you wear your blue one, at least until we get there. We'll play it by ear after that, okay?" she said. "Okay," I replied. At noon when Missy came downstairs, she had her clinging silk kimono on and white sandals on. I was wearing my blue kimono and sandals and we were ready to go. "You drive," she told me. We drove over to Steffany's home following directions she'd given to Missy and when we arrived there were a lot of cars parked in the circular drive in front. We parked, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A man about my age wearing a white collar, black bowtie, and nothing else, opened the door and welcomed us in. Steffany came flowing into the entryway. "You've met my husband, Carl. Carl this is Melissa and Jim," she said. "Melissa, Jim, the party is in the family room this way," as she led the way, "and on the back patio and pool area. If you want, or when you're ready, you can hang your robes in this closet." We came through the hallway into a very large room, so large it seemed more like a small gymnasium to me. The most eclectic scene I'd ever encountered came into view. There were a number of people in there. Virtual all the males were nude or almost nude. Some were simply nude, some wore parts of costumes leaving them mostly nude, and more than a few had leather on. I saw some men wearing leather collars and leashes, held by women. Some men had collars around their scrotums and penises. The females were wearing everything from nothing at all to complex leather outfits. Some females wore skimpy outfits hiding nothing, I saw a bikini that couldn't have included more than a few scant square inches of material, kind of held in place by strings. In the middle of the room was an older, somewhat heavyset woman with huge floppy tits lying on her back on a large cushion on the floor. A naked man was standing next to her like an attendant. We stood there and watched as another naked man approached, donned a condom handed to him by her attendant, then lowered himself between her legs, mounted her, and began fucking her, fucking her very seriously. Her legs were up in the air flailing back and forth along with her tits as he hammered her with each stroke. Steffany saw us watching the action and, in a very matter of fact way told us, "Oh, that's Mary Worth, her nickname of course. She likes to mate with all willing men in attendance. That's her man standing by her with the condoms. And speaking of condoms, there are plenty around and we like any sex here to be protected. The patio and pool are through those sliders, and there's nibbles in the kitchen through there. I hear the doorbell, you two make yourself at home." With that she turned and headed back the way we came. Missy looked at me and suggested, "Let's go hang our kimonos in the closet and get comfortable." We turned back into the hallway to the closet where I removed my kimono and hung it up. I was, of course, naked under my robe. Turning to Missy, I took her from her to hang up. I hadn't seen what she had on under her robe before we left the house. It was a a body stocking sheath like thing, same type material as panty hose, fitting her snugly, but not so tight that it completely smashed her tits. It had a knit neckline and sleeves that went down just past her elbows, and it extended to just a few inches below her crotch. She wore nothing under it and the view it afforded was marvelous. I must have been staring because she asked, "You like?" as she held her robe out to me. Looking down she saw my growing erection for between the Cialis, the scene we'd seen before, and Missy in that body sheath, I was soon fully erect. "Oh yeah," I replied as I took her kimono and hung it with mine. "What would you like to do first?" she asked me. "Go mate with Mary Worth?" "Uh, maybe later," I replied. "Why don't we go check out the patio?" "Okay," she answered as she turned toward the back of the house. My following her afforded a wonderful view of her ass, beautiful globe like cheeks working up and down inside the snug sheath in unison with her steps. "Damn," I said softly, "I'd like to bend you over the back of that couch and ride the hell out of you right now." She looked back over her shoulder at me saying, "Later, Jim, later. We'll have plenty of time for that, I'm sure." Through Steffany's family room, past Mary Worth who was now flailing under a vigorous fucking by a different man we headed toward the patio. "You might want to get a number for your chance with Mary before she gets tired out." "I doubt she's planning on tiring out anytime soon. She looks like she has stamina," I replied. "Well, just be sure I'm there when you do. No fair getting your action on the Mary Worth fun ride without me watching," Missy laughed at her joke. Through one of the sliders we went onto the patio. Wow, Steffany had a swimming pool larger than a lot of motels. There were a number of naked people swimming and a few lying naked on lounge chairs catching the afternoon sun. In one corner of the patio were three women watching one naked man sitting on the side of a lounger sucking the dick of another naked man, who was standing over him. The guy being sucked off was flexing his legs like he was about to cum. We stood and watched from about fifteen feet away until one of the women motioned us over. One of the three women watching the action was completly naked. She was short, proportional to her height with tits that looked like they'd been enhanced a bit. She had a neatly trimmed bush that was simply a vertical bar about an inch wide. The second woman wore a pink, sheer teddy top which reach just below her waist. She was average height and carrying a well padded figure. Her teddy top did nothing to restrain or conceal her large tits with there large areola peeking through the sheer fabric. Though she was a few inches shorter than Missy, I think they had very similar builds with nicely formed round asses but this woman had a full dark bush -vs- Missy's smooth shaven look. The third woman wore a very, very short pleated skirt which didn't reach to the bottom of her ass and a roughly cropped T-shirt which let her tits peek out from under the bottom hem. The naked one, who had motioned us over, told Missy, "I'm Julie, this is Christine and Sherrie. That's Sherrie's Maurice sucking my Keith off. I think Keith's about to blow." She was right, his legs were flexing faster now and he suddenly grabbed Maurice's head to hold it steady as he filled his condom. He was trembling as he worked through his orgasm. Done, he let go of Maurice's head and backed up, his penis, a bit larger than average, flopping out of Maurice's mouth weighted down by the filled end of the condom. Sherrie, the pleated skirt woman, looked at the two men, Maurice and Keith clapping her hands a few times. "That was marvelous, you two." Sherrie looked at Missy with an inquisitive look and asked, "Would you like to watch Maurice suck, uh," she didn't know my name so she motioned toward me. Missy said, "That's Jim. I'm Missy. That would be up to Jim, I think." Sherrie said, "It would? Oh, okay. What about it, Jim? Would you like to be next for Maurice?" I looked at Missy with a questioning look. She just replied to my unasked question with, "It's up to you, Jim." I told her, "Well, I'm not sucking any man's dick but I guess if I'm wearing a condom and you'd like to watch..." "Oh, go ahead, Jim. You might enjoy it," Missy said loud enough for the others to hear. "Yeah, go ahead Jim. You might enjoy it," two of them said at the same time. I picked up a foil wrapped condom from the table nearby, tore it open, and unrolled it onto my still erect penis. Between the Cialis and the environment, I doubted it would go soft on me for very long during that afternoon. As I stepped to Maurice, Sherrie was patting him on the shoulders saying, "Okay Maurice. Show us what you can do to Jim here." He reached around me and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled me to him, immediately sucking most of my condom sheathed penis into his mouth. As he began to stroke up and down its length I heard Sherrie tell the other women, "I don't know which turns me on more, watching him suck a man off or watching him eat another woman. He's equally good at both, I think." I was looking between Maurice's head, bobbing rapidly in and out on my penis and the women watching the action closely. I saw Missy smiling as she watched before she began to rub her tits lightly with her right hand. She was enjoying this. As for me, between having a condom on it and my penis in another man's mouth, it seemed like I wasn't really feeling much. I let Maurice continue his endeavors for a few more minutes then backed away. It just wasn't arousing me. As a matter of fact, my erection had actually faded a bit. "Sorry ladies, it just doesn't do anything for me," I told them as I stripped off the condom and dropped in one of the trash cans that were conveniently placed all around. Disappointed, the ladies were looking around for some other potential recipient for Maurice's efforts as Missy stepped to me and put her arms around me. "Maybe that's a good thing that getting sucked by a man doesn't do anything for you," she said. "Yeah," I replied. "Let's go back inside and see how Mary Worth is doing." As we headed to the slider, we were distracted by a woman riding the hell out of a man on a lounger. He was flat on his back, while she was thrusting her hips forward and back on him at a feverish pace. She was slender, long light brown, almost blond hair, small breasts, each of which was being fondled by her man. We stopped to watch them fuck and I could feel my erection growing back to full staff again. This action turned me on much more than being sucked off by Maurice. The blond continued her ride for several minutes before stopping and lying down on her man full length. The kissed for a few moments then she climbed off of him, his penis flopping on his abdomen before he got up from the lounger and she took his place on her back. Raising her legs and arms she welcomed him back and he wasted no time accomodating her, climbing on and mounting her before beginning to hammer her for all he was worth. Her legs were flailing and her little titties jiggling with each of his strokes. We continued to watch until they both started groaning and he stopped stroking to collapse on her, panting. On Staff Ch. 03 We turned toward the slider again as Missy said, "That was nice." Before I could say anything else, we'd gone inside and saw a couple fucking just inside the door. She leaning over onto the end of a couch, no top on and a short skirt flipped up onto her ass. A naked man with a firm grip on her hips was pounding her doggie style making her lurch and her hanging tits swing with each hit as his testicles swung in time. "Come on, I'm needing you about now," Missy whispered in my ear. "And I want others to watch." The cushions where Mary Worth had been doing her mating were empty and Missy led me to them. She pushed me down onto them and climbed on, straddling me and scooting up until she could plant her pussy on my face. Her body sheath now shoved up over her hips, she settled in with her thighs on either side of my head. It was a new experience eating her like that with her smoothly shaven. All the features of her pussy were clearly visible, not masked by any camoflaging pubic hair. Her pussy lips were tight, not the flappy kind, making her pussy a straight slit. She began to grind that slit on my face as I started tonguing her, probing her pussy. Switching to her clit I began to suck on it the way I know Missy likes. It can bring her to climax faster than anything else and this time was no exception. I could feel her arousal building in the way she was grinding on me, the way she was breathing. From the little I could see there were several people watching us as we enjoyed ourselves. Missy began shaking and trembling as she reached her peak, moaning softly in the gutteral way she does as she cums. I continued to suck on her clit, albeit more gently as she finished her orgasm and slowed to a stop on my mouth. In a few moments, she more or less jumped up off of my face and scooted down grabbing my penis and guiding it as she impaled herself. Sitting up straight, settled all the way on my cock, she reached down and took her body sheath by the hem to pull it up, pulling each arm out then pulling it off over her head. As she did, her tits popped free and swayed nicely as she dropped the sheath on the cushion next to us. As she leaned over toward me I fondled those tits, raising one to my mouth to suckle as she began to gently stroke my penis by raising and lowering herself slowly. We weren't using a condom and I was rapidly rising toward release as I switched to the other tit, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth. Before I came I wanted to turn over. "Let me on top," I told her. Without a word, she climbed off of me and I scooted out from under her. She laid down on her back and I immediately dove onto her, shoving my penis in her very wet pussy and began to hammer her hard, making her tits flail in front of me. That pretty much did it for me bringing me close to coming. Melissa sensed it and said, "Pull out and cum on me. I want to see you cum." Just as I was about to go, I pulled out and raised myself up, grabbing my penis for a couple of last strokes as my orgasm burst forth. One, two, three large ropes of semen shot out onto her abdomen. Continuing to stroke delivered a few small spurts before it waned to just some dribbles. Finished with the show, the little group of onlookers dispersed to find other entertainment. I saw a box on kleenex nearby and stood up off the cushion, picked up the box, and handed it to Missy. She wiped off her abdomen as I milked the last bit from my penis. As Missy got herself up off the cushions I turned and saw Mary Worth there watching us. "It's my turn now," she told me, "Do you have enough stamina to mate with me?" "I don't know," I replied. "Maybe in a few minutes." She laid down on the cushion and her man took his place standing beside her. Almost immediately, Keith, the guy that Maurice had sucked off earlier approached and received a condom from Mary's man. He unrolled it onto his partial erection as Julie, who had earlier claimed him as "her man," stood by naked watching him. Mary Worth looked at him saying, "Come on, Keith. I've been waiting on you." Keith climbed between her upraised legs, lowered himself and without even touching his penis slid it slowly into her obviously well lubricated pussy. He laid down on her, her tits splayed out from between them, and began to hump her with a deliberate rhythm. His Julie was watching with a slight grin on her face as she began to finger her own pussy. Missy leaned over and picked up her body sheath then we stood there watching Keith pour it to Mary. He continued without pause, humping her with an almost mechanical rhythm and Julie continued to finger herself opposite us. Missy asked me, "Do you want to go next?" "Do you really want me to?" I asked. "Sure, it looks like it must be some sort of tradition or something," she replied. "I'll enjoy watching though maybe not as much as Julie is." Julie was obviously beginning to cum under her own touch and the influence of the erotic show she was watching. Watching her cum made me rise again, my penis fully erected. Missy grasped it as she said, "See, you're ready to go again." About that time, Keith arched his back and shook as he came before collapsing onto Mary below him. After a few moments he climbed off of her, his already flaccid penis flopping out of her and swinging back and forth, weighted by the semen filled end of the condom. Julie stripped his condom off and dropped it in a trash can before walking off with him. "Go ahead, Jim," Missy urged. I stepped around the cushion to get a condom from Mary's man, unrolled it over my erection and then turned to Mary. "Do you always like it on the bottom or do you like to be on top sometimes?" I asked. "How would you like it?" she asked me. "You take the top," I requested. She rolled out of the way and I laid down before she straddled me, grasped my penis in one hand, and guided it into her pussy as she sat down on me. After settling in a moment she immediately began to thrash forward and back, riding me with more energy than I could have imagined she could muster after her full afternoon of being fucked by one man after another. With each of her strokes, her slightly loose belly jiggled as her tits flopped back and forth. After several minutes of frantic humping she slowed to an easier pace and I reached for a tit with each hand, fondling them and letting them roll around in my grip. I was soon about to cum and drove my hips harder into her as she continued her front to back rocking. She continued at such a pace that I couldn't really feel myself cum but though I knew I had, I stayed hard enough for her to continue until she stopped suddenly and rattled through an orgasm that must have lasted a full minute. Sitting still for a moment she smiled at me and asked, "And your name is?" "Jim," I replied. "I'm with Melissa." I nodded my head toward Missy as I said that. Mary Worth said, "Nice to meet you, Jim," then looking at Missy, "Melissa. I hope you'll come to more of Steffany's get togethers?" "Probably will," Missy replied as Mary Worth raised herself up and climbed off of me. My limp penis flopped wetly onto my abdomen, the tip of the condom full. I rolled onto my side, got up, slid the condom off and dropped it in a trash can. Mary Worth reclined on her back on her cushions, I guess waiting for her next fuck.