Month: December 2014

Party Time

It had been a long time since I’d been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It’s supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn’t tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!

Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn’t find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I’m a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn’t get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.

Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, “Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!”

I hoped that was a good thing, “Not too much for this, I hope?”

“Definitely not too much. It’s perfect!” Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.

Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, “Love the outfit. I’ve always had a thing for school girls.”

More Party Games

I like getting laid as much as the next girl, but I’m not always prepared to be fucked by just any cock that happens to be brought to a party. I like to be a bit choosey. So I don’t go much for those party games where you draw for a partner and head for the nearest bedroom.

But I played a game last month that really got to me. I was wondering why our hostess Melanie had said we had to wear dresses not jeans, and weren’t allowed to bring a partner. It turned out there were twelve of us, including Melanie, six of each sex. None of us girls had met any of the men before. This was important, Melanie said, because the game we were going to play required that we didn’t know anything about each other.

There were two real bedworthy hunks, and the other four weren’t bad looking, either. Circulating, getting to know each other, I suddenly realized how well Melanie had chosen. I could have fucked any one of them. Or any six. They all had bulges in their jeans I could hardly take my eyes off, and I caught one guy stroking his once or twice.

Well, after a few drinks Melanie said it was time for the special game. The girls all had to go into one of the bedrooms, all except for Melanie. You can bet there was some guessing about the size of the fucking gear inside those bulges. Melanie came back after a while and explained the game. She gave us each a pencil and a notepad. The pad had the numbers one to six down the left side. When you go in there, she said, the guys will all have numbers but their faces will be hidden, and you’re going to have to guess who each one is. Just write down the name against the number.

So we went into the other room. and I’d never imagined such a scene in my wildest dreams. Melanie had rigged a large sheet across the room. The men were ll standing behind it, with six rampant pricks poking through holes in the sheet, and six pairs of balls hanging below them. I’d never seen a sight like it—six fabulous fucking organs in a row, all standing to attention. The game was we had to guess which guy each set of genitalia belonged to.

“No cheating,” Melanie said. “No feeling around to see what the men are wearing behind the curtain. You can look at these beauties, feel them, taste them, jerk them off, anything you like. Except don’t hurt them.”

“Do you know who they are?” I asked Melanie.

“No way. I left them to decide where they’d stand. And don’t be greedy. No more than half a minute with each one. We don’t want them cumming before the game’s finished.”

“Why not?” I asked facetiously. “I’d just love to make them cum all in a row. Just imagine, six ejaculating pricks all shooting their load at once.”

Cum With Me To The Party

Office Christmas parties. Penny really didn’t like them and never had. It all seemed so forced; getting together with people from work, even those you don’t particularly like, and having a few drinks and nibbling bits of warm chicken nuggets and cocktail sausages on sticks. She’d rather not even be there. But like many others, she felt it would look as if she was being antisocial if she stayed away. She sighed and took another sip from the glass of mediocre white wine she was nursing. She looked around the all-purpose meeting-dining-banquet room that her firm had booked again for yet another Christmas party. A few imitation holly wreaths and piped in jolly Xmas music as background to the bursts of laughter from the salesmen clustered round the open bar. She wondered which one would be first to grope the chairman’s wife or make an offensive remark to the CEO.

Unlike a lot of the female staff, Penny hadn’t made a particular effort to dress up for the party. There was no-one she needed to impress and she wasn’t interested in attracting the lecherous glances of liquored-up office boys or the red-faced old lecher from shipping.

Penny glanced at her watch and wondered how soon she could diplomatically slip away and get home to Mike. She was looking forward to an early night with him.

As she looked up, she was startled to see an attractive woman standing a few feet in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. Penny couldn’t help staring back. The woman looked strangely familiar. Penny couldn’t place her but it felt as if they should know each other. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. The woman took a step closer, still staring at her as if trying to communicate silently.

The woman was perhaps just a little taller than Penny, the extra inch or two coming from the four-inch black leather pumps she was wearing. Then Penny noticed the woman’s shoulder- length hair, envying the strawberry blonde color with a hint of copper and gold.

Penny felt almost hypnotized by this strangely compelling creature. The woman was looking at her with an ironic smile beginning to play across her lips. She raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin, still staring into Penny’s eyes.

Sail Boat Cruising

My wife and I were invited to go sailing on Lake Erie on a small 24′ cabin cruiser. It was just the captain, his first mate and the two of us. It was understood that my wife, Victoria, would play the part of “eye candy” for any on-lookers in the harbor by wearing her very small thong bikini. She was more than happy to accommodate as she has a great slim body, an outstanding ass and loves to turn on other men.

Victoria did her job very well prancing around the boat until we got out onto the lake where she laid her towel down on top of the cabin, laid on her stomach with her feet towards the back of the boat where we were sitting. She undid her top “to avoid tan lines”. After about 5 minutes of her basking in the sun and the 3 of us enjoying the sight of her great ass, she asked if anyone would be offended if she rolled over without putting her top back on. You know, “to avoid tan lines.” She got the arousing thumbs up from the crew. Wow, there she was, topless with these 2 other guys not 5 feet from her. I was really turned on wondering where she was going with this. I got a really good idea when she asked the first mate to rub some sun tan lotion on her tits since they were now exposed.

The first mate spent at least 5 minutes rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples and generally giving her a full body coverage rub. This was the first time I’d seen her fondled by another person and I think I was enjoying it as much as the two of them. Victoria got up and pranced around the boat topless for a while. She went to the very front of the boat and pretended to be one of those topless statues mounted at the bow. She was somewhat bummed because there wasn’t much traffic on the lake and she was in the mood to be seen, obviously. Her 3 crew mates were thoroughly enjoying it though.