The Dinner Party

 

(i) 

 

My lips meet yours and I hold onto you, just wanting it to last forever. But, I’m keeping our guests waiting, I know, and reluctantly let you go.

“Back in a second,” you say, heading off to the front door.

So, I busy myself with the preparations for the meal later that evening.  I hear warm cordial voices out in the hallway as you greet our guests and show them through to the living room. I’m slightly nervous, I haven’t met them before and this is the first occasion you’ve had to introduce your new ‘girlfriend’ to them. I’m sure they’ll be pleasantly surprised, though, from everything you’ve already told me about them. Shortly you join me in the kithen again. I'm bent over the sink busily preparing vegetables for the main course.

 

“Mmm..,” I sigh as you stand behind me and put your arms around me. I feel one hand go up my dress and begin to rub my thigh. 

 

“You look, lovely,” you whisper in my ear, as you nuzzle up against the back of my neck and continue to help yourself, fondling me, caressing me, exploring my body.

“Ooh, don’t stop now, darling,” I moan as I push back against you, trying to feel you against me.

I’m not disappointed. I can feel your hard shaft poking through your trousers, nudging into me.

Unable to stop myself, I wriggle around and go down on my hands and knees in front of you on the kitchen floor.

“Mmmm,” you gasp, holding onto the back of my head, as I start tugging furiously at your belt – desperately trying to get your trousers down around your hips so I can take you inside my mouth.

Unzipping you, I tug them down, around your hips – I can see the bulge in your underpants – God it turns me on so much as I fumble desperately with the front of your underpants. You’re already hard, I realise, as I begin to devour you, rubbing my lips back and forth along your length and taking you inside my eager mouth. Soon, my head is bobbing up and down, furiously, as I suck on you and take you deep inside my throat. 

“Mmm,” you moan as you pull me onto you and I sink myself deeper and deeper onto your gorgeous shaft.

“God , it feels so good having you inside my mouth again…,” I think to myself.  

Soon, I’m gorging myself on your rock hard member, squelching and gagging as I work you in and out of my throat. My knees begin to ache from kneeling on the hard kitchen floor but I don’t care, all I want to do is please you.

“Aaah,” you moan as your head tips back slightly - I know I’m pleasing you...

Then, just as I think I might be bringing you close to the point where you’ll EXPLODE inside of me, you pull back and flop out of me. I‘m so disappointed and look up at you questioningly. 

“Not now,” you whisper, looking down at me and smiling. “Saving you for later, babe,” you tell me as you start to hike your underpants and trousers up again. 

I lean forward on all fours, desperate to lick up the thin string of gooey precum that’s hanging down from the end of your THROBBING member.

“Lovely,” you moan as I lick it all up and kneel up submissively before you.

Then, all too soon, it’s over and you’re zipping up again, ready to go and attend to our guests.  So I straighten myself up again and carry on with the preparations for the evening. I hear the faint sounds of conversation and laughter drifting through from the living room, occasionally accompanied by the clink of glasses being filled up. So I busy myself with the rest of the preparations for the meal. An hour or so later, everything is coming on nicely so I take the opportunity to head upstairs, change into something more stylish, and freshen up. 

 

 

(ii)

This is my first chance to meet the Fredericksons but you’ve told me such a lot about them already, I almost feel as if I know them,  …at least in part, anyway. How she canes him sometimes in private and how she often demeans him when they’re out in public. Yes, they enjoy a less than conventional relationship from what you tell me.

 

Upstairs, I take off my skirt and freshen up quickly. Neatly laying on the bed on front of me is my outfit for the evening, a super short blue lycra miniskirt and a sheer black see-through patterned top with just a touch of sparkle. Sheer tan hold up stockings and my favourite black suede stilettos finish off my ensemble.

“Good,” I tell myself as I apply the last touches of make up in the mirror, running just a touch of lip-gloss lightly over my ruby red lips.

Meanwhile, the sounds of conversation and laughter continue to drift upstairs from the lounge. Heading back downstairs, I check briefly on the meal before heading to the dining room.

Summoning up my resolve, I push the door ajar and prepare to meet our guests.

“Ah, there you are, my dear,” you greet me as I join you.  “This is Natalie,” you announce as I sit down next to you.

“Very pleased to meet you!” booms Geoffrey Frederickson.” He’s a large built, slightly ungainly man, with a loud booming voice that grates slightly on the ears. He means well, though, and is an affable enough character.

“Delightful,” says Hillary Frederickson looking at me slightly askance but, nonetheless, appraising me in full as I sit curled up next to you on the sofa. 

I can’t help but place a hand lightly on the inside of your thigh as we engage in small talk, and it’s not lost on them.

“Ah, yes, …lovely indeed!” says Geoffrey, raising his glass to us. I hear the clink of ice as he savours it and continues to eye me up and down. Hillary gazes into the middle distance but she’s seen me too!

 

And so we engage in small talk for several more minutes – nothing of any consequence but it’s early yet.

“I’ll just check on the meal,” I say, glancing at the clock and rising from the sofa.  “Please, make yourselves comfortable at the table,” I tell everyone as I excuse myself. “ Dinner will be with you shortly.”

The sounds of more good humoured banter and the occasional hoot of laughter from Geoffrey follow me out into the hallway.

 

“Good,“  I think to myself as I head to the kitchen, “..things certainly seem to be in full swing!”

I return to find everyone seated around the dining room table, waiting expectantly. 

“Here we are,” I announce proudly, holding an enormous tray of food. “Beef bourguignon in a red wine sauce with asparagus potatoes and petit peas to accompany.”

“Ah, wonderful,” booms Geoffrey as I place the dishes down, one by one, in centre of the table.

Taking a match, I lean over next to him and hold it up to the candles. I can sense him leering at my bum and the tops of my thighs as I lean over the table. Everyone claps as the candles finally take light and I straighten back up again. 

“Wonderful,” exclaims Geoffrey, savouring the delicious aromas, as I remove the lids from the various dishes and begin to serve up. 

“More wine?” I suggest as everyone waits patiently, anticipating the meal ahead. 

No one declines, of course, and soon I’m standing beside you, bending over provocatively for you, as I fill your glass up. Geoffrey notices, of course, and I think Hillary does, too. In fact, I’m sure of it!. I can feel you next to me as I pour your wine and just want you to place your hands on me and FEEL me. I know you can’t, of course, and continue around the table filling everyone else’s wine glass in turn.

 

Soon, it’s time to tuck in as I take my seat opposite you at the end of the table, Geoffrey and Hillary on adjacent sides facing each other. It turns out Geoffrey is in the auto trade, used cars mainly – doesn’t surprise me one bit, he’s brash and abrasive with an overly loud voice but he has a blunt charm about him and it’s impossible not to like him. Hillary is more circumspect, and carries about her an air of quiet authority - I get the distinct feeling she has him under the thumb. 

“Perhaps what you said about her caning him wasn’t so outrageous after all!” I tell myself, later, as I gather up the dishes from the main course and prepare to bring the desert through from the kitchen.

And so the evening progresses splendidly, with everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves. 

“Shall we retire to the living room?” I suggest, finally, as the candles are just beginning to flicker and fade.

Everyone is only too eager to relax with another glass or two of wine so I clear away the last of the dishes and return shortly with a fresh bottle. Offering it around, I fill up everyone’s glasses in turn before joining you again on the sofa. Our guests gaze at me appreciatively as I curl up beside you with a drink in one hand.

 

Five or ten minutes pass as we indulge in idle conversation. I can’t help but place my hand on the inside of your thigh again and you respond by pulling me close and giving me a peck on the cheek. Quite why, I don’t know – perhaps I feel entirely comfortable with our guests, perhaps it’s the wine, or perhaps it’s just that I simply can’t help myself, but my lips meet with yours and I put my arms around you. You respond, pulling me close, probing my mouth with your tongue. 

 

A hush descends over the room. I know everyone is watching but I don’t care – in fact I want them to see!

Our tongues entwine and my tongue enters your mouth, showering you with warm wet passionate kisses. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I begin to unbutton you shirt, working my way down toward your belly. I slide off the sofa onto the floor at your feet as you remove your shirt and undo your belt for me. I wait there on my knees, expectantly, as you slowly unzip and loosen your underpants and trousers. Everything is now quite in the room, save for the sound of your low breathing, as I reach up, and tug your underpants down some more. Your ramrod stiff cock springs into view as I pull your trousers and underpants right down to your ankles. Meanwhile the Fredericksons sit back, drinks in hand and watch as I lean forward with my bum up in the air and nuzzle myself up against your balls. 

“Mmmm,” you gasp as I take one of your balls in my mouth and slowly wrap my tongue around it.

“Mmm,” sighs Geoffrey, approvingly. 

“Somehow,” I realise, “it’s as if the evening was ALWAYS supposed to end like this!” I don’t mind one bit though as I devote myself to you, sucking you and pulling you gently this way and that with my tongue wrapped delicately around each of your balls in turn. 

 

Not a sound comes from Mrs Frederickson but the atmosphere in the room is charged and I know she’s enjoying the spectacle, too, in her own grim detached way, as she watches me take your balls in between my lip-glossed lips and start to suck. You’re ramrod straight as I reach up and place a hand against your belly and continue to suck, pulling you this way and that and eliciting small gasps of pleasure from you.

 

Geoffrey takes another sip of his wine and Hillary straightens up slightly – no doubt they’re both fixated on my upturned ass as I play with each of your balls in turn – sucking you, teasing you, tormenting you with my tongue.

 

Then, with a “plop” I release you and gaze up at your saliva soaked balls. Your cock is ramrod straight as I slowly work the tip of my tongue up its’ full length from root to tip.

“Mmmm,” I sigh as I guzzle on the precum laden tip of your cock.

I hear Geoffrey take another slurp from his glass as I go to work on you, teasing you with my tongue, swirling the end of it delicately around the tip, flicking it this way and that. The room is quiet – you could hear a pin drop, so engrossed are our guests in what I’m doing to you. I can feel Mrs Frederickson’s eyes boring into me and Geoffrey looking on, goggle eyed and speechless. I don’t care, though, all I want to do is please you…

 

Soon, I’m taking your full length in my mouth as I work myself up and down on your throbbing member. I’m gasping slightly and everyone can hear the spit and saliva and precum “SCHLUUCKING” back and forth in the back of my throat as I work on you. Your hips grind into me and it just drives me CRAZY with lust as I force myself onto you, right down to the balls and back up again.

 

Soon the room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the spit and mucus squelching in the back of my throat as I wrap myself around you and let you fill me with your manhood. I’m oblivious to everything else around me by this point, so fixated am I on PLEASING you.

 

I feel you getting closer, but STILL my head bobs up and down in your lap – urging you on.

Then, just as I feel you’re about to LOSE control you pull out of me. I look up to see your massive rock hard cock SWAYING there in front of me, covered in spit and mucus and precum , as you climb up off the sofa and get down on the floor behind me. Clawing at my miniskirt, you yank it down around my hips. My panties come down with it and Geoffrey lets out a gasp as you take your member in both hands and plunge it inside of me –all the way down to the root.

 

I let out a small squeal and bury my face in the sofa as you plunge frantically into me, giving me everything you’ve got over the edge of the sofa. Meanwhile Geoffrey takes another slurp of wine. I’ve completely forgotten about our guests by this point and am simply lost in the moment as you FUCK the life out of me over the edge of the sofa. On and on it goes as you lay into me, giving me the most appalling FUCKING of my life, your grunts and groans getting louder with each relentless THRUST.

 

Pretty soon you’re on the verge of CUMMING again as you pummel into me HARDER and HARDER, pinning me against the sofa, letting me have it good and proper for the benefit of our guests!

 

Then, with one ALMIGHTY groan, I feel you tense and SHUDDER as you begin to lose CONTROL. Hot, sticky CUM floods out of you deep inside of me – TORRENT after TORRENT of it as you release everything you’ve got DEEP inside me. You collapse on top of me, gasping, still PUMPING the last few PRECIOUS drops of your seed inside me. 

 

Then, all too soon, it’s over as you pull out of me. Getting shakily to your feet, you stand next to me, lightly brushing a hand against my bum and the top of my thigh as you pull your underpants and trousers back up and start to zip up. I follow suit, hitching my skirt and panties up around my hips again and get shakily to my feet.

 

Looking round, I’m mortified to discover that our guest’s wine glasses are both empty. 

“Oh, how thoughtless of me,” I say.  “Really, I’m so sorry, you must think me a terrible hostess,” I stammer, brushing back a stray lock of hair from my face.

Not a word is spoken as I refill everyone’s glasses and sit back down beside you again.

The polite conversation resumes and we continue our evening – it’s as if nothing has happened.  Soon I’m curled up in your arms again as we while way the rest of the evening.

 

Then, all too soon, it’s over and our guests have to make their departure. So we wave them off at the front door and turn out the downstairs lights – the dishes can wait till tomorrow morning, we decide as we head off to bed.

Upstairs in the bathroom, I’m simply in heaven as you grab me again and FUCK me...!