The Fundraiser - Sex Stories

The Fundraiser

... That was my chance to get to know Rita. I raised my hand. Rita came with the obligatory collecting box to swallow two brown 50 Euro bills. “Hi, I‘m Martin; you do look gorgeous, by the way.” I welcomed her with a big smile. “Why, thank you. I’m ever so pleased to meet you, Martin.” She placed herself next to me and gently pulled my head close to her face. She wore an exquisite perfume exuding an aura of sweetness. Breathing in my neck, her lips tentatively touched my earlobe and her tongue started licking the hollow between my cheek bone and my left ear. Her hand wandered over my chest playfully coming to a halt at my right nipple. From there her hand glided southwards over my belly button and further carefully omitting my growing bulge. Thank goodness, she was driving me crazy anyway. I let my right hand touch her soft and silky cheek. My index finger followed the line of her upper lip. Becoming more courageous I let my hand caress the contours of her neck down to her breasts. Obviously only a thin layer of fabric separated my my palm from the soft and warm skin of her tits. I had just intended to continue my journey of exploration when she was called to tend to the next bidder. The act on the stage had developed in the meantime. Lisa was kneeling naked on the bed, her torso and head bent backwards on the cushions and Peter was gently sucking her pussy. His tongue playfully licked around the clit and then dove into the wet valley of her labia. The loincloth could not cover ...

... his erection any longer and a dark red circumcised penis head waited apparently longingly to dive into any place warm and damp. “Oh no, fuck!” This suppressed curse came from the sofa next to me. I saw my neighbour arch his back and shudder. Shelly still fully clothed pressed her hand on his crotch with a slightly devilish grin. He had crossed the point of no return and started to shoot bead after bead of cum into his pants. A growing wet stain under Shelly’s massaging hand bore witness to the fact that he could bid no more tonight. Shelly leaned down and gave him a deep French kiss. “I hope you enjoyed yourself anyway. Hope to see you back soon.” He got up embarrassed and with a flushed face and sought for his coat to leave. One down - ten to go, I thought. Shelly was available again followed by Rita. I waited for one more bid and then bid myself, intent to explore the secrets of Rita’s body under her sari. She smiled, sat down and we both continued where we stopped last time. This time she nibbled my right earlobe. Shit, how did she know that this makes me so horny? My hand went down over her beautiful round ass caressing both her thighs. Once my fingertips reached her still veiled pussy her breathing became a little more animated. I was not quite sure what I felt, the structure of a lace panty or even the tips of pubic hair? Rita was called to the next guest. “Gentlemen, you are doing exceptionally well.” Sandra announced. “Five participants are past their third bid. You ...