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The PartyBy
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She looked around the room one final time and was satisfied with the table settings and the wine selection. This party was a make or break for him and she wanted to make a good impression. Not only would his boss and his wife be there but also his friends, none of whom had ever met her. The only thing left was the finishing touches on the crown roast-you know those funny little caps. She always wondered who invented caps for bones. Now it was time for her to get dressed.
He appreciated all of the effort she put into this dinner. She was like a woman obsessed or his own version of Martha Stewart. Weren't the two synonymous? God he hoped not! This dinner was important to his career but never more important than her. Time to get dressed and get the show on the road.
As the warm water cascaded over her back, she heard strains of her favorite music. The best thing about their home was the total house stereo with speakers in every room including the bathroom. Those crescendos from Bolero always worked her into a state especially with thoughts of him running through her mind. She couldn't remember a minute of any day that she didn't want him; didn't want to feel his hands caress her breasts, his mouth on her neck, her lips and everywhere. No time for this now.... He was nervous. He hated ties. This party thing was all her idea and of course as always he went along. This time was different. He had a lot riding on this one. His new designs could bring big business to the firm and he had worked on the project independently instead of with the team. He could smell her as the bathroom door opened. The ache. It had been there all week but it seemed as if they couldn't connect. Now was definitely not the time. Guests would be arriving soon.
She walked up to him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply letting the towel fall to the floor. His arms went around her as his hands felt the curve of her ass and pulled her close. They had a way of kissing each other that left them both breathless and wanting more. NOW was definitely not the time for this. She broke away first and he watched as she disappeared into the bedroom to dress. The doorbell was working overtime as the guests began to arrive. Okay, what was she doing and where was she? He felt like a fish out of water. He worked with these people and yet tonight they seemed like total strangers. He exchanged pleasantries that would have made Miss Manners proud. Just as he was about to panic she appeared and immediately began working the room . She had a way about her that made her a crowd pleaser. She could hold her own with anyone and she was already holding court. No need for introductions.
Everyone was settled in and now was the perfect opportunity to excuse herself and check on dinner. He had never seen that dress before. As a matter of fact he had rarely seen her in a dress. This one was short, stylish and he wished-off. He followed her into the kitchen and stood behind her as she bent to remove the roast from the oven. He knew she must be wearing underwear, a thong perhaps because he could catch a glimpse of her bare ass as she leaned down to open the oven door. More than the juices from the roast were bubbling. "Hot stuff", she uttered as she turned with the pan held between two oven mitts that bore the phallic symbol. As he stepped aside he realized how low cut the dress was. What was he thinking? They had a house full of important guests. "Hey baby, can you hand me the platter?" As he reached for the carving board he indulged himself in a quick fantasy of serving her up on a platter, legs hanging over the sides with his favorite piece of meat- pink center, warm and juicy. "Don't you think you should check on the guests?" Guests were the furthest thing from his mind. "Absolutely! I'm on it". How he wished.............. The room was abuzz with shoptalk amid the customary compliments of "You have a beautiful home.", "Nice digs." and the like. He had forgotten all about being nervous and the presentation. His mind kept returning to the question of what she could possibly be wearing under that dress. Drinks were refreshed and the appetizers seemed to be holding out. Everyone appeared happy and virtually oblivious to his presence. "Can I see you for a moment?" She looked so serious. What was wrong now? What social faux pas had he committed? "I need your help". The innocence in that statement was laughable. The ache told him that he could help in ways she could not possibly fathom at this particular time. "Sure hon, what can I do for you?" She looked so vulnerable yet so wanton. He was working himself into an unpresentable state. "I need you to help me get the napkins from the linen closet." The "linen" closet as she called it was so full of junk he was amazed she could find anything in there, let alone a box of linen napkins. As they approached the closet he surveyed the room and not a soul was looking in their direction.
The closet was deep and narrow. There was a table filled with craft stuff and clutter. Built-in shelves lined one wall and there was an odd lot assortment of rarely if ever used lamps, bed linens and towels. "I think I know where I put the box. He closed the door. This room was not to be viewed by outsiders. There was a nightstand blocking easy access to the napkin box and not enough space to move it. As she leaned over to retrieve the box, her ass was in full view and his cock was at full attention. Enough already. She was wearing a thong- one of those butt flossing numbers that seemed embedded. "Here, let me get it for you." His pants fell in a silent heap as he approached her. This was a slow form of torture that he could no longer endure. "Don't move." It was more of a prayer than a command. He moved closer and knelt down, removing the thong. He felt her stiffen somewhat as his fingers began to massage that all important button as his tongue massaged that wonderful cleavage between her cheeks. She was ready, hot, wet and on the edge. As he stood he helped her up. As they faced each other his hands immediately began to massage and squeeze her breasts and nipples as her hand took a firm hold of his cock that was now rock hard. She kissed him deeply and then began to suck his left nipple until it was as hard as a small pebble. His hands were now stroking her hair as she continued on to the right. He was trapped against the table as she began to work that wonderful hoover thing she did so well, pulling him deeeper and deeper.............He wanted that explosion but she had other ideas. Clearing the table she sat on the very edge and laid back so that her hips were at the very edge. He remembered when this was their "play table". The matching chair was there and as he sat down he positioned her legs over his shoulder and begin to methodically drive her mad as his lips played with her clit. He felt her legs tighten as her thighs caressed his cheeks. He felt her jerk an twist as wave after orgasmic wave began to engulf her. He never considered stopping but increased the intensity and pressure. She was hard and throbbing as he slid his tongue deep insider her and one finger jsut inside her ass. The taste of her was incredible. He knew what she wanted. He helped her up and she once again devoured him, tightly, deeply. He was so close he had to push her head away. He turned her around, leaned her over the table and drove deep inside her. Muffled screams escaped her lips as he contined his drive. His hands were on her shoulders as she backed closer and closer. He felt wave after wav as he exploded deep inside her. This was good. This was great. He hated to move. He began to wonder what the guests were thinking. As they dressed and continued to tease each other she asked, "What about the napkins?" He looked at her with a half-smile and said "Here, let me................"
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Beach Bliss My fantasy begins in the Caribbean on a tropical beach, with palm trees and beautiful clear waters all around me. The sun is hot and I'm wearing the briefest pair of trunks I could find. The heat makes me feel quite randy and I can't help getting a hard-on; it fills my trunks almost to breaking point. I glance down the beach noticing two skimpily dressed girls coming towards me. I pretend not to have seen them and close my eyes to their approach. My cock is throbbing by this time; threatening to escape its confines.
Peeking through slitted eyes at the girls coming towards me, I notice one was blond the other a redhead, both too busy talking to have spotted me on the sand. They stop a few yards from me looking at the bulge in my trunks- they think I'm asleep. I watch as one of the girls urges forward and points at my throbbing member. I grasp my shaft through the thin material giving it a couple of pulls pretending not to have seen the girls. I turn slightly away from them and put my hands behind my head. I watch with peeping eyes as one of the girls goes down on her knees and edges towards me. She is young, about 28 or so I imagined and had quite large breasts which almost spilled from her micro-costume as she bent forward in the sand. The other girl approached me from the other side; eager to be in on the game. I felt a hand slide inside my trunks and I pretend to wake up startled. The girl pulled back; and looked at me with a wry smile on her lips.
'Please.' I said, "carry on, you have a gentle touch; and I bet your girlfriend would love to play , I know I would.' I said, smiling. The girls never spoke; they just looked at each other and whisked my trunks from my body. Soft lips kissed my balls; and more lips licked and sucked at my twitching shaft. I ran my hand into the girl's hair as she took my shaft deep into her throat, sucking expertly at the crown of my manhood. I gasped in pleasure; and thrust upwards trying to bury my cock deeper into her wetness. Both removed what little they had on, revealing pusses that was shaven and very wet and inviting.
"Come up here,' I said to the blond girl, pulling her up my body and into the sixty-nine position, "I want to lick and suck you.' The girl quickly obliged by straddling my face and pushing her slit towards me. Her scent was musky amd sweet and I sank my tongue deep into her. This brought a loud gasp from my playmate's body and deluge of juices. Her clitoris was quite big which I eagerly sucked at, bringing more moans of pleasure and a trembling of limbs; indicating an orgasm. I sank my finger into her anus this caused the girl to shudder and cli,ax again splendidly.
I felt the red-headed girl climbing onto my shaft; I thrust up and sunk the full nine-inches into her velvety softness. My balls tightened and I knew if I didn't concentrate I would blow my load deep into her. I didn't want that. I had something else in mind for my sperm when I was ready. The girl on my shaft bounced happily up and down whilst the blond I was eating and sucking, licked around my shaft at the juices that flowed. I? pushed the blond off my face and grabbed her by the hips. The red-head tumbled backwards into the sand and came up laughing and made a grab for my cock. I was too quick and sank my slippery shaft into her friend's love-tube from the back. The girl, not satisfied by this went between my legs licking and sucking at my balls from below. I knew. I knew I couldn't last much longer, the pleasure was too much.
I pulled out of the blond and retrieved the red-had from underneath so that I was between her spread legs. Her friend's pussy was now positioned over her face, dripping juices onto her lips which she greedily licked. I lifted the red-head's legs up and put them on my shoulders; this gave me good leaverage and opened her sex even wider. The sweat was pouring off all of us and I tasted salt wherever I kissed or licked.
I continued to fuck the red-head for all I was worth making her skin flush with the effort. I pulled out and positioned my cock at her bum-hole. While she licked and sucked at her friend's juices; 'Yes! Yes! Fuck me there, I love it.' She said pausing in her administrations and pulling her legs further back to give me better access. I obliged and pushed in, sinking to the hilt in her body. It was like putting my cock in a vacuum, she had a wonderful hole which sucked and gripped my cock tightly; making it all the more harder to resist blowing my load.
After a few minutes of fucking, I had to pull out because it was taking all my efforts to stop from creaming. The blond girl noticed that I had withdrawn and was keen to be in on the finish. Shr went to her knees nd pushed her bottom up at me, her legs spread wide giving me a good view of her tiny erect clitoris and deeply flushed labia. I grabbed her by the hips and rammed my cock into her as hard as I could. By my sixth stroke into her she was climaxing, her juice squelching from around my shaft to run down her legs. With all this lubricant on my cock I pulled out and went for her bum-hole, sinking easily to the hilt. 'Fuck me harder up there, really ram me.' She screamed at me, pushing backwards as I thrust forwards, the slap of belly meeting buttock makig a clapping noise.
'Come kneel in front of me, I want to come on your faces and in your mouths,' I positioned them both at either side of me and began the finish. They both sucked at my shaft hungry to taste my sperm. My balls were really hard and I knew that this was going to be the moment . I took hold of my shaft and felt the first contractions; a huge jet of sperm shot from me to cover the girls upturned faces, followed quickly by several more which they caught in their mouths. The girls began to titallate my glands trying to coax more from my body, but I was spent and they knew it. When they were sure they couldn't get any more reaction from me, they replaced their skimpy costumes and left me in the sand, drained.
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