dinner party number one - Sex Stories

dinner party number one

... to make sure they were ready. If they are wet get your trousers off and get to work.... if not lick them a bit and then get plunged in..... Both women were in fact more than ready, and both men slipped in easily. The boss encouraged them to drive in hard.... make the table bite into their bodies as you take them.... The girls moaned and squirmed at each thrust. But the boss woman was still not satisfied and choreographed the scene so the men manoeuvred the women so their faces were facing each other, the men were instructed to stop temporarily but stay plugged in, as far as possible. The women were to kiss and then she wanted to see them reach forward, rather uncomfortably as it turned out, and fondle each others breast.... only then were the men to resume their rhythmic thrusts while the womens faces were pushed onto each others. It wasn’t entirely satisfactory for the girls bent over and kissing like that but they kept their tongues heroically in intimate contact. It wasn’t long before one man, then the other exploded his juice inside each of the women, the boss forbade them to withdraw. The boss was now very hot herself and bent over the table and demanded that the black dress woman’s husband now lift her skirt, only to find a clean shaven bare nether region. She graphically instructed him. She demanded he lick her, finger her, make her climax that way. The other four watched on, still with the two women bent over, full of man juice and with flaccid instruments of the ...

... standing men half in them. The boss then instructed the black dress woman’s husband to get behind her and perform, and he did. At least one of the two men, the red dress woman’s husband, had become very excited at the scene around him and he stiffened again and restarted plunging into the now very willing black dress woman. The boss’s partner for the evening unfortunately was a spent f***e, and despite the woman in red’s best efforts to get him hard again, by gyrating and coaxing and even reaching back and stroking with her hand, he wasn’t likely to perform again anytime soon. The black dress husband was now well into his stride and performing admirably, the boss climaxed and squirted and he soon followed. They then watched and waited as the red dress husband took the black dress woman again. And he was ages because it was the second time and the other four cheered and commented every time the black dress woman moaned and cheered heartily when she came, and then again also when he finally finished. The boss was sated and instructed them all to make themselves respectable, not to wipe up, let the fluids leak out until bed time she said. The waiter hadn’t actually gone home; he had watched the whole thing discretely through a crack in the kitchen door. The boss went to get some water and found him. Oh dear, he was a bad boy, but he was cute...... She brought him in and suggested that as a tip he could have the choice of either of the other women. He chose red... she had such ...