The Fundraiser - Sex Stories

The Fundraiser

... hoped that you would call me. Now let’s see what we have got here.” She nestled open my pants and retrieved my throbbing hard-on. My hand went down to take off her sari. I gasped when I saw her panties, my absolute favourite: black lace boy shorts side tied with two pink ribbons. Her crotch was soaking wet and when I pushed the gusset to the side tonight’s personal heavens were reached. She sported a beautiful neatly trimmed ginger red bush. Rita hadn’t been idle in the meantime. Her soft tongue on the tip of my cock drove me crazy. Then she licked her way all the way down to my balls. I shuddered when her wet tongue reached my perineum. Rimming after all that teasing, that was almost too much for me. Peter was fucking Lisa doggy –style on stage. He roared and pulled out his dick. Ropes of semen flew up and splattered on Lisa’s spine, a few drops even hitting her neck and hair. Moans, groans and the scent of sweat and cum filled the room. “Honey, can you do me a favour?” I whispered in Rita’s ear. Her eyes widened when I explained my secret desire but then she nodded approvingly. Looking around I noticed only one more couple on a sofa. When he started spurting his cum over Shelly’s face Sandra announced: “We have a winner tonight.” Everybody’s eyes turned to observe Rita and me. “Now,” I gasped and Rita understood. I lay back and she knelt over my outstretched legs her soaking wet gusset only inches away from my throbbing cock. With her left hand she pulled away the hem of ...

... her boy short. With her right hand she stroked my dick aiming the tip at the slick wet patch of her pussy hair. My ears were drumming; the heat centred under my belly button dissolved spreading to the root of my cock. My back arched and I started to shoot the biggest load of cum ever. It hit Rita’s belly button and then downward the ginger red curls of her pubic hair. The gusset of her panty was drenched once more, now mingling her juices with my cum. “That was absolutely fantastic. Thank you!” I whispered in Rita’s ear. “And you,” she said, kissed me and gave me a hug. Sandra came smiling and offered us two glasses of cold Champaign. “Thanks to your steadfastness, gentlemen,” Sandra announced with a smile, “we have raised 4500 Euro tonight and we can welcome our first ten VIP members. Please join in with me for a round of applause for Lisa and Peter and their performance on stage, for Barbara, Shelly and Rita, who did their best to entertain you and of course for tonight’s winner Martin.” The ladies withdrew for a clean-up in the bathroom. The remaining guests discreetly checked whether their appearance was presentable to an unsuspecting environment outside. Jackets loosely carried over the arm would render good services to cover the most embarrassing traces. It was time for me to call it a day. Sandra bade the guests farewell and handed out the new VIP cards. When it was my turn, she handed me my VIP card and another envelope of handmade paper. “This is your first prize. We’d ...