A Guy Called Ben - Ch. 07
Buffy comes for dinner.
Dear reader. What you are about to read has come from my furtive and over imaginative, dirty mind. Yes, it is all my own work. I come up with a basic idea and the story just seems to flow from there. Please note that all characters in my stories are of a legal age and participate willingly. This is the seventh chapter in this series. Enjoy!
Copyright is asserted by the author. ©SBarak1
Note: This story contains Australian slang and vernacular. If you can't work it out drop a comment below and I will translate.
This is not a stand-alone story. Make sure you read the earlier chapters so this story makes sense.
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After a torrid night of devouring pussies, cock sucking, breast worship, general sucking, licking and multiple female orgasms (I had been very careful I didn't cum - saving myself) I awoke between my two beauties at about 8:15am on Saturday. Max was on my right, Candy on my left. I felt them stir. I had enjoyed my sleep-in and that we were together in bed this morning for the first time as a threesome.
Buffy's video had encouraged us to new heights. I was laying between these two amazing women, remembering last night then thinking about the day, making a list of things for the dinner that evening with Buffy.
What would the meal and dessert be, matching suitable wines, pre-dinner nibbles, What role would my two slaves take, how to introduce Buffy to them with sufficient explanation. What if she didn't like it, backup plan, what to wear and on I went.
I looked at Max, she looked up at me with a smile. Then over at Candy still waking up.
"Big day ahead of us Max, lots to do," I whispered.
"Yes Master," she replied turning to face me and pressing into me.
I could feel her nipple ring pressing into my chest as she reached across me with her right arm and felt for Candy. Candy opened her eyes and rolled to her right looking up at me. Her left hand found Max's. They intertwined their fingers and rested their arms on my chest.
"Morning you two. This feels nice," Candy said as she snuggled against me.
"What have you got on today Candy," I asked
"Nothing, I'm all yours, oh, just need to drop into the gym around lunchtime to check on a few things. Will be gone less than 30 minutes."
"I want to stay like this with both of you for a while and talk about today. Tonight needs to be perfect for Candy. She will have gone to a lot of effort by the time she walks in the door in more ways than one."
I was interrupted by the chime of my mobile phone. Just a text I thought. Better check it. I reached across to the bedside table to retrieve it. Scrolled through a few work texts and notifications that would wait. I then spotted Buffy's response text from last night. 'Until tomorrow night handsome. Please, Please, Please, don't show our very intimate video to anyone'. Hmmm, to late I thought, well at least it had been kept between friends. And appreciative friends at that.
"Just found the reply text last night from Buffy. I guess we didn't notice it in our orgasmic induced fog," I said grinning. "She pleads with me to make sure no one else sees the video. Didn't even think of that before we started watching. Anyway it stays between us, OK?"
Both women nodded their agreement.
We then went on to talk about the day ahead and what had to be done. Max told us that Buffy's favourite cuisine was French and that she had a menu in mind for my approval. Candy agreed to help Max, shop for groceries and tidy up. She wanted to dress herself and Max in just aprons, which I agreed was a nice touch. As this was a special event and Buffy would go all out, she suggested I dress in a dinner suit. I had one in the cupboard that hadn't been used for a while. Candy said she would sort that out.
Max's menu consisted of a selection of hors d'oeuvres and French champagne on arrival, followed by Coq au vin followed up by Crepes Suzette for dessert. The red wine needed to be French and she thought I had some suitable bottles in my cellar. The menu was agreed and we finalized the plan for the day. The women insisted on doing most of the work as they considered it their role. I didn't want to discourage them and thought maybe I could sneak out into the garden and spruce things up a bit out the front.
We got up, climbed in to shower, my slaves gave me an excellent wash / massage and Max insisted on shaving me. I agreed and Max gave me a very erotic shave, as Candy watched on, with all of us still naked. There's something about a naked woman sitting in your lap shaving you that I find exceedingly erotic.
Before we commenced our tasks for the day Max insisted that I kiss both her and Candy's nipple ring which I did. I did have to embellish, of course, and gave an extra little suck and lick of aforementioned nipples which brought a smile to both of their faces.
The day passed quickly. Candy did the shopping and Max commenced preparation for the meal. I got out into the garden late morning and spruced up the front yard.
Candy gave me a peck on the cheek, in the front yard, as she headed off to the gym around Noon.
"Hmmmm, man sweat. Where not at the gym now big boy," and with that she slowly licked off the sweat on my face.
"Are you always horny," I asked.
"Always darling," she replied, squeezing my bum as she left.
I was just packing things away when she returned.
"Got a couple more bottles of French Champagne lover boy, and the aprons. I'll go in and see how the talented Max is going."
I finished packing away the garden tools and went inside.
Max had everything under control as expected. What could possibly go wrong if you left a doctor of chemical engineering lose in your kitchen to prepare, a not so simple, French meal I thought as I walked in.
Standing in front of me were my two smiling slaves sporting their aprons. The aprons were identical and had a French provincial style print on them.
"What do you think," asked Candy, as they both did a twirl exposing their sexy bums.
"Nice touch," I replied.
Both of them now removed their aprons for later. Max put on one of my old aprons and continued the delicate task of preparing ingredients for the hors d' oeuvres. Candy led me up to the master bedroom wanting me to retrieve my dinner suit. I quickly found it along with the dress shirt and bow tie and handed them over to Candy.
We both went back to the kitchen and I then headed to the pool for a quick dip.
It was around 6pm when we got together to talk about how we would manage Buffy's arrival.
After she arrived I would inform her that I was having our meal catered for. I would take Buffy to the formal lounge area where the champagne would be waiting. After a toast Candy would bring in the hors d'oeuvres when we would have the first reveal.
After about 20-25 minutes Candy would announce dinner would be served and lead us to the Dining Room. Candy would poor the wine and while Buffy was distracted Max would bring out Buffy's plate and whisper in her ear something like 'your meal madam.' Max would then exit quickly while Buffy worked it out returning with my meal and then there would be another pause to fill the gaps for a surprised Buffy.
"Should be fun," I said. "I'm looking forward to seeing the look on her face after the reveals."
It was just a few minutes after seven when the door-bell rang. I walked to the front door looking very sharp in my dinner suit.
A vision of beauty was revealed as I opened the front door. There was Buffy in a stunning red dress that accentuated all of her womanly charms. She had spared nothing. Her blond shoulder length hair was tastefully done, makeup perfect, and the dress, as I said, stunning! It had a deep cleavage almost all the way to her navel. There wasn't much of her scrumptious, massive tits you couldn't see. The edges of her areola where visible and her thick rude nipples were trying to push through the sheer fabric.
I must have had my mouth open a bit too long starring at this vision. I quickly re-engaged my brain and stood aside to let her in. As she passed me I saw how the dress accentuated her delicious bubble butt, her hem was tastefully below her curvaceous bum, below which she wore dark grey very sheer stockings. Her murderously high patent leather red stilettos completed the ensemble. I also noticed even the soles of her stilettos were red.
She did a twirl after she had entered. After her massive boobs had stopped swaying, trying to escape her cleavage, she gave me a huge smile.
"You like," she purred.
"My god Candy, you're as sexy as all hell and more than good enough to eat," I stammered.
"I'm going to hold you to that last part Ben," she said with a wink. She went on. "And you look very sharp in that tux. Now I couldn't possibly come empty handed. Here's a little something for us to celebrate with."
Candy held out a very expensive bottle of French Champagne.
"Now you need to stop ogling me, although I really like the way you do it, I think it appropriate we kiss," she said, stepping forward with her face upturned, eyes closed and her lips pursed.
I took the bottle of champagne from her and set it down on the hall table. Standing close I then held her face in my hands and gave her the most scorching kiss I could muster up with lots of tongue. As our tongues wrestled she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed those delicious massive boobs against me. We came up for air.
"Wow, if that's a promise of things to come take me now," she said.
"Not yet my little girl I have a pantheon of delights for you in store for you this evening," I said with a grin.
"Now follow me," I said taking her hand and leading her into my formal lounge room.
I motioned for her to sit, which she did exposing some of her scrumptious thigh. As I removed the cork from the champagne bottle and filled our glasses I explained.
"Now my little girl," I started. I knew she liked me to call her that.
"Because of the extra special nature of this evening I am having our evening catered for by two lovely women. The first of which you will meet shortly when she appears with something to go with this champagne. The second you will meet when she serves dinner. Dinner, by the way, follows a French theme."
"French food, how did you know it was my favourite," she asked, studying me closely for a second. "You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble Ben."
"I have my sources my little girl," I said, as I winked at her. "All be revealed in due course. But, as I said before, due to the extra special nature of this evening you deserve to be treated like a princess and a princess you are tonight to me."
On queue Candy appeared wearing her apron and carrying a tray of delicate and exotic looking hors d'oeuvres. She placed them on the table between us. I noticed she had done her hair and applied light makeup. She then smiled at Buffy and stepped back.
The look was priceless. Confusion and questions crossed her face as she studied Candy standing there motionless.
A smile quickly crossed Buffy's face. She was quick I thought, not easily ruffled.
"Candy," Buffy said, acknowledging her.
Candy smiled and on queue exited the lounge room with a clear view of her naked, gorgeous ass.
"I like her outfit, good ventilation," said Buffy with a smile.
"Thought you might," I replied. "Chosen just for you."
I took a sip of champagne and studied Buffy. She was processing, extrapolating, and quickly, from what I could tell.
