Chapter 48
The Christmas party with Grace (part 1).
The day after Sunshine’s visit, Jada was at school. She would come back to the studio on Friday, but since Sunshine gave her approval on the men’s magazine, I started printing the required copies. I knew that Hellen was getting nervous, fearing they wouldn‘t be ready for the big day.
I called her, “Hi Hellen, I’m so sorry that we couldn’t finish the magazine, as promised, by the 15th, but it was only yesterday that Jada’s teacher came around to give her approval. I can tell you she did, so today and tomorrow I’ll be printing the required copies and you can have them tomorrow evening. I want Jada here when we hand them over, after all, she put most of the work into this thing and I want her to have her glory moment.”
“Of course, Jada should be there, and don’t worry we still have a few days till Christmas, I’ll see you tomorrow evening then, is 7 OK for you?”
“Yes, I’ll let Jada know when to be here.”
As Jada would probably be in class at this time, I sent her a text message about her glory moment tomorrow evening and started up the printing process. By 7 that evening, I had finished printing the required copies so they could set overnight and I could staple them tomorrow. I had foreseen 10 copies in total, the proof copy we used to convince Danielle I intended to keep for myself.
There would be a copy each for Jada, Tanja, Bethany, Dawn, Linda, Astrid, and Jada’s teacher Sunshine, leaving 3 copies for Hellen who in the end paid for the whole thing. I sent out an invitation to all parties for the big handover and everyone quickly replied confirming their attendance. I’d better make sure I have enough booze and snacks in the house as this could well turn into a small party. Maybe I should call Petra to help me set this up and do some waitressing. She loves these little impromptu parties, particularly when I pay her for them. It always ended up with her enjoying the party as much as the guests did.
Thursday, Petra had already arrived at 5 to prepare the snacks and set up the booze, in this case, festive champagne in an ice cooler. She couldn’t resist vacuuming the studio as well. She reminded me so much of an overprotective housewife sometimes - I should definitely get her a nice present for Christmas. The question was what exactly? Maybe I could ask one of my ladyfriends to try and figure out what would make Petra happy. Women usually confide easier in another woman, maybe I’ll ask Bethany. Although she doesn’t have kids of her own she is more of a motherly type than Astrid, the others being far too young for such a mission.
At six, Jada burst through the door, with a very sad face.
“Oh my God,“ I thought, “she got bad marks for the project, after all.”
I was already contemplating giving Sunshine a serious spanking the next time I saw her.
“What is it dear, did Sunshine give you bad marks for the project after all?”
She looked at me and I saw her face change while she burst out laughing, “she gave me a 10, the highest mark anybody in my class ever got.”
“You little devil making me believe something was wrong or you got bad marks. Well congratulations, you earned every point she gave you.
“God Lew you should have seen your face when I came in, sorry for teasing you, and thank you for helping me with this project.”
I grabbed her in my arms and gave her a bear hug, the girl deserved a break after the life she had led before coming to Belgium with her sister Elisa. I could feel that this evening was going to be a huge success.
At six-thirty, not surprisingly, Hellen arrived as the first guest.
“Hello, Lew, sorry I’m early but I’m so curious, I couldn’t wait any longer, can I see it please?”
“Should I keep her on tenterhooks for another half hour or should I show her? Maybe I’ll show her the proof-print?”
“I can’t hand you an official copy yet Hellen before the other guests are here, but I can show you the proof-print we made for Jada’s teacher. It’s almost the same as the final version aside from a few tweaks that were made to it based on Miss Brooks’ remarks.”
“Who’s Miss Brooks?”
“Come to think of it, I never mentioned her real name to you didn’t I, well she’s Jada’s teacher, nicknamed Sunshine. She’s an overaged hippy, who had to approve it to count for Jada’s grades at school, she’ll be here tonight as well to receive her copy of the magazine.”
“So how many do you distribute and how many are left for me?”
“You get 3 copies, the other copies go to all the people that contributed to the project, and I’ll keep the proof-print copy for myself.”
“Sounds good, and they’ll all be here tonight?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait to meet this Sunshine woman, an overaged hippy is she?”
“Yes, attire, attitude, you know free love and everything.”
“Oh, you had sex with her?”
“No comment.”
I saw Jada prick up her ears, and of course, Hellen was unstoppable.
“You did, didn’t you? How was it, back to your young years?”
“As I said, no comment.”
“Spoilsport! But yeah I understand I wouldn’t appreciate it if you would go blabbering about our rides in the woods, although of course there is proof of that in the magazine.”
“Those are only photos of you naked on horseback Hellen dear, there is no proof that we had sex.”
“Yeah, but knowing you I would bet you photographed all those women coming tonight in the buff and had sex with them as well.”
“Sorry, again no comment.”
“No worries, I hope you did, ‘cause I’m sure they all enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“Can I offer you a glass of champagne madam?”
“Yes thank you, sir.”
She then turned to Jada, “Oh Jada dear I have you to thank for putting this magazine together, I heard that you got good grades for it as well. I’m not surprised, it’s fantastic, far better even than I expected it to be, so thank you!”
Jada turned completely red in the face looking over Hellen’s shoulder at me as she also took her in a tight hug as I had done.
One by one the other guests started to arrive, Tanja being the first as she only had to come up from the cellar. Right on the dot of seven, Sunshine walked in, that woman must have a built-in alarm clock. She was followed shortly after by the other guests, with Bethany the last one to arrive. I must say I felt right at home, oh yes this was my home, but what I mean is I felt perfect, surrounded by 8 gorgeous females all of whom I had had the pleasure of photographing in the nude and had…(I’ll leave it up to you to complete the sentence.)
They all loved their copy and Jada got lots of congratulations on her work. Tanja even took her to one side to discuss the booklet she wanted to have made, exchanging ideas. I guess Jada will spend a lot of time together with Tanja in my computer room in the coming weeks.
By eight they had all had a few glasses of champagne and several conversations with each other. The youngsters were getting a bit restless until Jada put some sixties and seventies music on and they began to dance, eventually, everyone joined in, even I demonstrated my moves on the dancefloor. The first one to join me was Sunshine as this was our music.
The party ended around nine and thirty minutes later Petra had everything cleaned up, the studio again spic and span. I was knackered.
The rest of that week and the week after were rather busy with people buying last-minute Christmas gifts and ordering photo albums and photo Christmas cards. I spent many evenings and the whole weekend working late, sometimes even burning the midnight oil preparing and sending them out for printing, and doing lots of printing myself, depending on what the customer wanted. Some of them would only arrive after Christmas, but that was to be expected.
Finally, December 24 arrived, tough luck for the people that hadn’t yet bought their Christmas gifts, but I closed at noon. I wanted to be well-rested for my Christmas Eve dinner with Grace. I wondered if it would just be Grace tonight or if the whole gang would be there. I had agreed with her I would arrive at 7 and stay the full 24 hours so I could claim the full time of her slavery I had won. It also meant I would spend the biggest part of Christmas day at her place.
I arrived at five to seven, really looking forward to collecting on the challenge I won in London. She opened the door fully clothed.
“Why aren’t you naked as stipulated in the challenge?”
“First, you’re early, and second, I know how much you enjoy seeing a woman take her clothes off, so I thought that me doing a striptease for you would be a far better Christmas present than just opening the door already in the buff.”
“You keep surprising me Grace, and yes I love the way you're thinking!”
When I came in I noticed she was alone, no sign of Nancy nor Amelia or any of the other girls that were supposed to be there for this party. Looking at her I asked, “Where is the rest of the gang?”
“Tonight will be just the two of us, the others will come tomorrow for Christmas Day around noon to enjoy the turkey lunch together with us.”
“I see, so I get to spend the evening and night just with you as my adorable dedicated slave?”
“That’s the plan, it’s seven now, so the challenge is on, what can I do for you first, get you a drink or get naked?”
“I’ll settle for a drink first and let my mind imagine what it will be like when you take your clothes off for me.”
“OK drinks first it is, would my Master like a glass of champagne?” she asked immediately falling into character.
“Champagne would be nice, slave.”
Grace went to the kitchen part of the living area to get the drink while I took a seat on the sofa. She had already put out some appetizers on a side table set next to the sofa. I wondered why she hadn’t put them on the low coffee table in front. I was kind of hungry so I dug immediately in taking one of the small toasts covered with shrimp cocktail. The shrimps were the small local grey variety from the North Sea I preferred.
On occasion, I like the bigger oriental varieties as well, prepared either with a nice garlic butter sauce or, if I want to control my cholesterol with tomatoes and spring onions. Coming back from the kitchen area, Grace handed me a glass of champagne and then stood back behind the coffee table where she began to sway to the music that was playing. I now noticed it was a CD of Barry White and Love Unlimited she had on - appropriate sensuous music to get undressed by.
As her hands started to slide over her wonderful body I began to notice what she was wearing. Going from the bottom up, she wore fuck-me stiletto heels with her feet and legs encased in black sheer nylon stockings (not pantyhose I hoped). My eyes traveled up her legs to the mid-thigh hem of her figure-hugging black dress. Just above her hips, cutouts were showing some of her skin. Exactly the area I love most, there was even a hint of her belly button. One shoulder and arm were bare, the other one was encased in a long sleeve.
Her hands were moving in a voluptuous way over her body. I could see her nipples had already pebbled suggesting she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Adding to that impression, when she turned around the dress showed a big cutout in the middle of her back. There was no zipper in sight, so I wondered how she was going to remove the dress, which I certainly hoped she would. Shortly after I saw I had been deceived, as there was a small one well hidden on the side of the dress which she sensuously began to lower shortly after turning back to face me.
I asked myself, and now what? I saw her bend down, grab the hem of the dress, and before I realized it, it was gone, she had pulled it over her head. She stood now in all her glory with indeed stockings held up by a black garter belt, an unexpected black lace almost transparent bra, and a coordinated thong with an open crotch.
“Wow Grace, been shopping at Victoria’s Secret?”
“Yes, Master, a Christmas present requires festive packing.”
“How right you are and I thoroughly appreciate my Christmas present.”
I held my breath when she then stepped on top of the wood-topped coffee table in front of me exactly as Demi Moore had done in one of the scenes in the movie Striptease. I was over the moon.
Grace had obviously studied that movie scene carefully. Now I understood why she’d put the appetizers on the side table rather than on the one in front of me. She kept on swaying to the music, her arms in the air, mimicking Demi, sometimes pushing her crotch out to me and shaking it. When I came a bit closer, she pulled my face against her pubes allowing me to take in her intoxicating female aroma. When she let go again, I fell back on the sofa and watched her in awe. Next, she squatted, opening her knees and giving me an enticing view of her snatch now clearly visible through the opening in her open crotch panty. True to her slave status, she hadn’t uttered one word. Not in a million years could I have imagined Grace giving me this kind of performance when I first met her barely a few months ago.
“What have you done with the Grace that walked into my photoshop just a few months ago, reluctant to have her photo taken even fully clothed?”
She gathered this question required an answer, so she said, “you have woken her up from a long hibernation and made her feel young and wanted again, and for that, she is forever grateful to you, Master.”
Grace now sat down stretched her legs and put the backs of her calves on my shoulders, now that was what I would call an open invitation to sample her goodies. As I had promised to give the girls at least 5 orgasms during their 24 hours of slavery this was the best time to get to work on the first one. I immediately went to town on her pussy. I had sampled Grace’s cunt several times before, but this open-crotch panty she was wearing, was a first not only for her, as far as I knew, but for me as well. I quickly found it made eating out a woman easy and at the same time, it was so exciting.
Her orgasm barometer was definitely on the rise, going by the increased moans and groans she was making combined with her increased breathing speed. I was also treated to a generous helping of pussy juice which made it easy to slide a finger into her fuck tube while I concentrated my oral skills on her joystick which had come out from under its hood to play: already the size of a shrimp.
I quickly learned that the trip to the States and the visit to the club had turned her into a well-trained slave when she asked me in a whisper if she was allowed to cum.
“No, you can’t cum yet slave I’m not done enjoying my appetizer.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice giving away that she was in trouble and experiencing an ever-heightening spiral of arousal. Arching her back she stuck her breasts out, tightening her stomach to lure me away from the hard little ball of nerves at the top of her glory station which I was torturing with my tongue and teeth, inching her orgasm closer to boiling point. I picked up on her move and slowly changed my area of attack from the magical place where her legs meet towards her taut stomach.
This was my favorite part of a woman’s body, that so enticing wall in the center of a woman’s body behind which they keep this magic cauldron in which they can create new life. The day when it came back in fashion for women to show off their naked abdomen was one of the best of my life. Give me crop tops any day of the year, especially when aside from their stomach also their belly button is just visible.
I grabbed her arms and pushed her on her back onto the table so I could kiss and lick my way up over her abdomen towards the two fleshy mounds on her chest. They were still covered by the flimsy bra she was wearing, but that was quickly remedied by pushing it up and over her head giving me full access to her soft orbs.
Holding her arms high above her head made them stand out proudly with her areolae crinkly and her nipples stiffly pointing away from the body like bullets. I quickly sucked one deep into my mouth while pinching the other one hard between my thumb and index finger. This was where I introduced some BDSM play, not only pinching but twisting 90° as well. I didn’t know if it would help bring her orgasm thermometer down a bit, but it did make her wince and hiss.
The next stop was her mouth which I invaded with my tongue, giving her, at the same time a taste of her own bodily fluids. As I had to let go of her arms when I grabbed her tit, she was able to put a hand on each side of my head and hold me while we kissed feverishly. My freed hands moved as if drawn by a magnet to her wet entrance, parting her labia again with one finger, quickly joined by a second and third.
“Cum for me slave, cum now!” I shouted as this time I was determined to allow her to tumble over the crest into the most explosive orgasm she could imagine. When her orgasm finally crashed over her, she went off like a garden hose, spraying my hand, arm, and most of my clothes with her juices while she gasped for air.
When she was done, I looked at her and said, “Very naughty of you slave, spraying me with your love juices, you will need to clean me up.”
It took a few minutes for her to respond as she was still in the throes of her overpowering orgasm, but as her breathing began to turn back to normal she whispered, “Yes Master I will clean your clothes, shall I remove them for you?”
“Be my guest,” I replied, after which she began to unbutton my shirt and removed it, her hands lingered shortly on my chest tickling my nipples with her fingernails making them stand out just like hers still did.
“Shall I now undress completely as well Master?”
“No, the way you are dressed for the moment is far more exciting than total nudity, my compliments on your choice of attire slave. I’ll let you know when I want you to remove whatever it is you’re still wearing.”
“Thank you, Master, I always aim to please you.”
I was really enjoying the way this was going, Grace was playing her role to perfection, maybe a bit too perfectly. I needed to find a way to trick her so I could punish her.
“How about some food slave, so far I only enjoyed a liquid pussy juice appetizer so I’m starving!”
“I’ll have it on the table in no time at all Master. If Master would please take a seat?”
“Excellent slave, “I said while I got up and took the only chair at the table. I wondered if she was not going to have dinner together with me.
“Will you not join me for diner slave?”
“Yes, Master but as your humble slave I will not allow myself to sit on the same level as my Master.”
I wondered what she meant by that. I was soon to find out after she put the food on the table and kneeled next to me on the floor her hands behind her back. I looked at her and burst out laughing.
“What the fuck are you doing Grace?”
“My place is at your feet Master to enjoy the scraps you see fit to feed me.”
“Sit on a chair woman, this is ridiculous, my only goal is to feast my eyes on your divine body while enjoying your excellent cooking.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And please stop addressing me as Master, especially when there are just the two of us. Tomorrow may be different when we have to put on a show for our audience but now I want you as an equal tablemate. After all, I’m also already half-naked thanks to your enticing juices.”
“Yeah but the juice thing is entirely your fault Lew,” she said returning to her normal self.
“My fault? I wasn’t the one spraying me everywhere.”
“No that’s true but it was your mouth and nimble fingers that made me, so don’t blame me for the mess my poor abused pussy made on your shirt.”
“Poor abused pussy, my foot, admit you enjoyed every minute of it.”
“Yes I did and thank you for it, I always love to feel your agile tongue on my clit.”
“I was wondering why you decided to reenact that scene from the movie Striptease?”
“Did you like it? Was I any good?”
“I thoroughly enjoyed it and you were magnificent, I would even dare to say you were better than Demi Moore.”
“Thank you, and as to why I chose that scene from the movie, well it’s something you said during our cruise.”
“I said so many things during that cruise, and you remembered that particular thing specifically?”
“Yes and no, I must admit I made notes.”
“You made notes?”
“Yes, when I meet interesting people I always make notes on what we discuss, and you see sometimes that comes in handy.”
“I would like to see what other things you jotted down about me.”
“Now that, I’m afraid, is privileged information, how else will I be able to surprise you in the future and who knows, maybe tomorrow?”
“You have any other famous movie scenes in mind, you want to reenact?”
“I have some, but you’ll just have to wait.”
“Now you’ve really made me curious.”
“Just enjoy the food for now,” she said while under the table I felt her stockinged foot slide over the inside of my thigh towards my hard cock.”
“I don’t remember from which movie this scene comes.”
“Believe me there are dozens that have this type of scene in them, so just pick one and go with the flow.”
“I couldn’t care less what movie it was from, I was simply enjoying the tremendous feeling it gave me.”
After a while, the foot disappeared and Grace got up from the table to remove the empty plates and replace them with a dish comprising a nice piece of venison, and a pear with cranberries and croquettes, again one of my favorites, especially during the hunting season. Even if I am starving to death I would have a huge problem killing an animal, but I do like to eat it and delegate the killing to someone else.
“Did we ever talk about game on the cruise?”
“No, but the cruise wasn’t the only place we ever met.”
“Oh my God since when have you been collecting information on me?”
“Since the day we met my dear.”
“You mean since the day you walked into my studio?”
“Yes.”
“I’m speechless.”
“That is something I’ve never been able to achieve before, to make you speechless.”
“Well, you see there’s always a first for everything.”
“Yes, and I still thank my daughter to have given me that first experience with you.”
“So do I, my dear, especially when you serve me this superb food.”
“You like it?”
“Absolutely, I can’t wait to see what you have for dessert.”
“Oh, but you already had your dessert earlier this evening.”
“I thought that was the appetizer.”
“You’re right. Now, what can I put together to make you happy? What was that favorite dessert of yours again?… Oh my God, I need to check my notes, what was it?… something with vanilla ice cream wasn’t it, but there was something else as well…oh yes hot chocolate sauce and something that you like to spray on a woman’s boobs as well, yes now I remember whipped cream.”
“It’s called Dame Blanche my dear.”
“But I’ve got a problem, I don’t have any ice cream or chocolate in the house, how can I solve this?”
She looked at me with a guilt-ridden face but then all of a sudden she put her finger in the air as if she found the solution and moved to the kitchen area where she opened the fridge and pulled out a canister. Coming back she removed the cap from the canister and sprayed a generous helping of whipped cream on both of her tits.
“There you go, your dessert,” she said while putting her boobs right in front of my face.
“This beats Dame Blanche, I would even say this is blancher than any Dame Blanche I ever had, don’t mind if I dig in,” I replied immediately beginning to suck the cream off of the boob that was closest to my mouth. The second one followed quickly.
“Can I have a second helping please?” I said looking at her with puppy eyes, upon which she sprayed both of them again covering them with whipped cream.
After I finished licking them clean she said, “I want dessert too, so take off your trousers so I can decorate your ice cream cone with whipped cream as well.”
I didn’t need another invitation, slid my chair back, and quickly slipped off my pants and boxers, my cock standing proud awaiting decoration with the cream. It felt cool on the head, not dissimilar to the Italian champagne bath I already had the pleasure of being subjected to twice. It was just heaven to first feel the cold cream on my cock followed by the contrast of being gobbled up in a hot mouth. With all the stimulation I had had before dinner eating Grace out, and the visual stimulation during dinner, followed by the feast from her tits, I was teetering on the brink of producing loads of white sauce for her. She took me as deep as possible, all the way down her throat, her lips touching my pubes every time she went down.
When she came up she let my dick slip out of her mouth, looked up at me, pushed her chest out, maneuvered my slippery cock between her equally slippery boobs, pressed them together, and started giving me a tit fuck. That look, those feelings just pushed me over the brink and I felt my cum race up my shaft pushing out the white creamy fluid. The first jet ended on her face but then she quickly opened her mouth wide while I blasted 3 or 4 consecutive jets of sperm right into it, I saw her swallowing.
When she was done she looked up again licking her lips, “Uhmmm, you came?”
“Yes, was that not your goal? To also get dessert?”
“I love the dessert, but I had hoped that you would last a little longer to fuck me in my ass.”
“Oh my, you should have warned me about your plans…but hey, no worries, give me a cup of coffee, a Baileys on ice, and a half-hour and I’m good to go again.”
“Really?”
“Sure, with a body like yours to stimulate me, it will not be a problem.”
“OK I’ll throw in a Dame Blanche as well, the sugar will help you to improve your performance.”
“I thought you said you had no ice cream or chocolate.”
“Yes, but that was because I first wanted to test this cream stuff on my tits and see and experience what it would feel like, you licking it off of me, and second to experience what your dick would taste like decorated with whipped cream.”
“Which one of us was supposed to be the slave and take orders today?”
“You’re right that was me, but there was nothing in our agreement that stipulated the slave couldn’t take initiatives on her own.”
“You’re so right and I appreciate the initiative you took, I love cream and I love tits and the combination of the two was just divine. So now slave serve me my Dame Blanche as you were supposed to do in the first place.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And don’t you, for a second, think that you will get away scot-free with this insubordination. When you return with my coffee and Baileys bring two clothespins so I can decorate those brazen nipples of yours with them as a reminder.”
Returning from the kitchen with the drinks and my ice cream she handed me the clothespins which I immediately put on her tender nubbins. I saw her face contort a bit each time I put one on but quickly after she smiled again. To instill some further fear into her, I ordered her to lie on my knees face down with her butt nicely sticking out. I heard her murmur something between her teeth.
“Did you say something slave?”
“No, no Master!”
“Good, else I gladly add another ten to the ones I already had in mind to give you to make sure you understand what makes a good sub.”
During the two trips Grace and I had made together, and the other times I had met up with her, I learned a lot about how she thought and reacted under different circumstances. She was a very proud and strong-minded woman, but she also loved to play some games and have new experiences, so this was extra fun to have her over my knee in this childlike position completely under my control and awaiting a hiding.
“You will thank your Master after every disciplinary smack you get so that you understand what you did wrong and remember it for the future. You understand I regret having to do this, but it is for your own good.” I was sure these words would seriously infuriate her, but she couldn’t do or say anything which made it so much more fun to do.
I raised my hand and let it come down hard on her left buttock, no reaction.
“Aren’t you forgetting something slave?”
“Uueeh…thank you, Master.”
“Excellent, I see you’re a fast learner.” Again I heard some words murmured but I let it slide, I loved to have some fun with her but I didn’t want to overdo it, so I quickly hit her right butt cheek. This time she was quicker in her response.
“Thank you, Master!”
I continued and dealt her 5 on each cheek in total, after each one she thanked me. Although she tried to hide it I could see that she was angry when she got up from my knees.
“You probably won’t admit it Grace, but you’re so predictable.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re angry.”
“Of course I’m angry, you treat me like a child, giving me a spanking.”
“Yes and?… Don’t forget we’re playing and it’s all part of the game and I apologize but I couldn’t stop myself from pushing your buttons.”
“Pushing my buttons, which buttons?”
“The buttons which I was sure would get you angry and I love it when you’re angry. You really go for it when you do and it shows all over your face and you look so terribly sexy that way,” I replied with a smile.
As it dawned on her that it was all make-believe and part of the game we were playing I saw her facial expression change from angry to a big smile.
“So you think I look sexy when I’m angry? Maybe I should get angry more often with you then in the future?”
“Wow, that’s not exactly what I had in mind, I’m just saying…”
“Now who is pushing who’s buttons this time? You see two can play at that game.”
“How right you are.”
“You’d better finish your ice cream before it is completely melted.”
“Maybe I should pour it on your body and lick it off then?”
“If you dare, I’ll make you clean up the floor with your tongue as well.”
“Oh, no Mistress don’t make me do that I’ll behave and lick your ass instead.”
“If you insist, I could go for that, maybe it’ll take away the pain you caused me.”
“Why don’t we put everything in the dishwasher and adjourn to the bedroom, it’s going to be a tiring day tomorrow for both of us, you preparing the Christmas turkey and me entertaining all the guests.”
“You might be right there, you know it will only be female guests that will attend?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes I am, you’ll be outnumbered 6 to 1 tomorrow.”
“6, I thought it would only be 4, you, Nancy, Elisa, and Linda?”
“Yes, plus Emilia… and Danielle.”
“Yeah, Emilia, she’s a female as well you’re right, but who is Danielle?”
“You might know her better as Sunshine.”
“I should have known that you would invite her, she told me you and Maggy were school friends, you haven’t invited Maggy as well did you?”
“No should I have?... Do you want one more?... it’s just a phone call I have to make.”
“If you want to bury me after the Christmas party, please do.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you had a gang bang with women.”
“Is that what you’re planning an inverted gang bang?”
“What do you mean by an inverted gang bang?”
“In a normal gang bang, it’s the woman that is outnumbered not the men.”
“What happened to your sense of adventure Lew?”
“My sense of adventure is OK but I’m not sure it’ll still be tomorrow evening.”
“You’ll be treated like a sultan with his harem, all you need to do is keep your pecker up, if it’s too hard you can always take one of your magic pills.”
“If it’s hard I don’t need to take a pill, it’s the opposite I’m afraid of when it’s not hard.”
“How about now, is it hard now, or do you need another Dame Blanche to get it up.”
“All it needs now is some TLC administered by a completely naked female.”
“Your wish is my command Master,” she replied taking me by the hand and leading me to the bedroom where she gave me a push so I ended up on my back on the bed. She climbed onto the bed and stood wide-legged above me giving me a tremendous view of her smoking-hot body while slowly removing her panties, before dropping them on my face. The aroma was overwhelming.
With the panties still on my face I whispered, “Please keep the stockings and garters on, please, I just love it.”
“I can see, it shows,” she said pointing at my cock which was on the rise again.
After I had removed the panties from my head, I said, “If my memory serves me right madam, you want me to take the servant's entrance in the back?”
“How nice of you to remember sir, she said with a wink while she took a position on all fours.
“To help you slip in the key, you will find some lubricant in the drawer of the nightstand.”
I opened the drawer and found a tube with the lubricant amongst an assortment of toys. I put a nice cool dollop on her ass and another on my, now ready-for-action, flesh sword. After taking up my position behind her on my knees I pointed my dick at her backdoor, which she held open with her hands positioned on her butt cheeks.
“Slowly please, it’s been a while since the last time someone used that entrance, you may find some cobwebs on your way in.”
I used the head of my cock to distribute the lube I had put on her brown pucker evenly over her back door. The top of the head slipped in without effort. I felt her sphincter give way allowing me, effortlessly, to slide in all the way to the hilt. She moaned.
“Oh this feels so good, it was one of the best decisions I made to offer you my anal virginity in Florida. I could never imagine I would crave this feeling so much. Yes please fuck me, please fuck my ass.”
“You’re so tight back there, it feels glorious, it’s also good that I came before, it will allow me to last so much longer now.”
“Before I forget, when you cum in my ass, I want you to plug me up with the butt plug, which you’ll find in the drawer. I want to keep your essence inside of me all night long.”
I kept on pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm while I played with her tits, pinching her nipples hard in the process. She kept on moaning alternating with animalistic groans, with sometimes a shiver going through her frame when I changed cadence or entry angle. After a good fifteen minutes of fucking her, it was time to bring her to boiling point so I moved my attention from her tits to her pussy. She was dripping wet so my fingers slipped inside of her without even trying. I could feel her throbbing clit at the top of her snatch standing up and begging for attention. When I touched it with my thumb I felt a few spasms shooting through her naked body as if I had touched it with a live electric wire.
All of a sudden I felt her tense up as she orgasmed, a torrent of searing pleasure burned through her body, causing it to convulse, every muscle tensing and releasing in sexual bliss. Her asshole clamped down on me, her muscles gripping my shaft like a vice, milking the cum from my balls and making it race up my shaft before squirting into her dark tight hole. My brain enjoyed its chemical reward as I almost came apart at the seams. Her knees became as soft as melted marshmallows, making her collapse on her stomach on the bed with me on top and both of us panting.
I felt my cock go soft as well and if I didn’t act quickly I wouldn’t be able to make her request about keeping my essence the whole night inside of her come true. I searched for the buttplug with my hand and when I found it I pulled my deflated dick out of her and replaced it with the plug, thus sealing my cum inside her body.
She turned her head and looked at me with a satisfied smile on her face, “thank you for doing this for me,” after which she closed her eyes, and fell asleep. I spooned her, and pulled up the covers to keep us warm, and as exhausted as she was from our games, so was I. No wonder I thought as I saw the clock on the nightstand telling me it was well past midnight - that was the last thing I remember before falling asleep myself.