Cincinnati 3
2,274 words
9-minute read
After they'd all showered and dressed commando because he asked them to, they left to get ready for the cocktail party that evening. He picked up the underwear left behind. Of course, being male, he sniffed all the crotches and even licked a few. He placed all the bras in a basket by the entry so they could be retrieved by their owner. He had been shopping with his girlfriends and was still traumatized by the price of a bra. Jesus, the cost of women's clothes scared him.
Then he picked up all the used glasses. Being an alcoholic, he emptied them all before setting them in the sink. There were a total of nine women there earlier, and of the nine, he wanted to have the BBW, Pet, and Harmony back tonight after the cocktail party.
He knew Pet and Harmony were going to eat and fuck each other when given a chance. He could see that they lusted after each other. He suspected that they had both been fearful that the other would reject them if they said, "Hey there, any chance you eat pussy?" Or maybe, "Can I eat your snatch?" "Wanna do a sixty-nine?"
He dressed in his Schlong Pocket and then his trousers that fit him the tightest. He'd shaved, applied Old Spice, flossed, and brushed to be sparkling clean and ready.
Before he left the suite, he wrote a note to the maid who would turn his bed down, requesting a dozen extra bath sheets and to replenish the alcohol from the honor bar. He also left a second envelope with a tip for the maid.
Looking in the mirror, he thought, 'Some pussy tonight! Some pussy tonight, Oh great Pumpkin, bring me some slut pussies for tonight.'
Leaving his suite, he was greeted by the Vice President of marketing. She was about forty, with a Mother's breasts and pooch tummy in a dark green unflattering dress that not only didn't fit well, but was the wrong style for her shape.
Not being mean or cruel, he said, "Marlene, let me take you downstairs. I have a surprise for you."
He held her elbow, steered her to the elevator, and said, "What's your idea for tonight after dinner. Marlene?"
Her ass was her best asset. When the elevator stopped on the mezzanine, he led her to the dress shop in the mall.
He said, "It is time for a gift from me. You make my sales easier with your complete support. I saw a pinkish-red dress in here earlier that will make you the 'Belle of the Ball.'
He flagged a clerk and scooted Marlene into a fitting room, turned her around, zipped her zipper down then peeled the cloth from her shoulders. The dress hung up on her hips, so he pushed it and her girdle, panties, and garter belt to her ankles. Rolling her nylons down, and then kneeling on the floor, he removed them and the flats she had been wearing.
Marlene was naked except for her bra in less than two minutes. She was a little buzzed from a bottle of wine she'd consumed while soaking in the tub earlier. Dale turned her, sat her on the bench, pulled the pinkish-red dress over her head. He pulled her up to stand and zipped her new dress closed. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror. They said together, "The bra has to go."
She slipped out of the bra, and as she exposed her nipples, Dale couldn't resist fingering and sucking momentarily before she pulled them back into the dress.
She now looked like a classy executive attending her company's banquet. Exiting the fitting room, they found a pair of sparkly red heels that were a perfect color for the dress. He snagged a black patent leather anklet and buckled it around her neck.
When he did that, she said, "Fuck! I want to be someone's cock sucking, ass-licking slave tonight. I think I actually want to eat Connie's ass. Her ass is so fuckable, and amazing."
"You might consider letting her eat your pussy, Marlene. She sucks cock like an expert, maybe she eats pussy as well."
He used his credit card, never looking at the cost, and as they walked out of the dress shop they both looked in the mirror at the two of them together, and realized they were not done with each other.
When they approached the cocktail party, they were about thirty minutes later than almost everyone else, so they quietly blended into the crowd, separated, talking and visiting.
Dale was standing at the corner of one of the hosted bars when a redhead said, "Hi. I am Lacy. Are any of the rumors true, Dale?"
"Well, it depends on what you've been told, Lacy. Rumors are dangerous. Are you?"
"I have not been called dangerous, but I am. I am so dangerous, no one in this company will approach me, not for an after work drink, or a polite conversation. A face as pretty as mine scares most other people away, I think."
"Well, Lacy, you do not scare me; in fact, you intrigue me a bunch. I am looking forward to learning who you are, from up close, very close. Please come up to my top-floor suite after dinner. I want to know you from your bottom up."
Dale sat at a table in the back part of the banquet hall, there were four women and a man at the table when he chose a seat. He introduced himself and decided that the black haired deeply tanned woman might dance if asked, so they danced for at least fifteen minutes to three or four slow rhythms.
They started very formal and apart, but by the time they left the dance floor, most of the ladies were jealous of her with her hand on his ass and his cock so visibly hard in his trousers. When they left the dance floor, his cock was pitching a tent, and the wet spot had begun to show.
As they were leaving the floor, Marlene said, "I'm in room 269 and would love to welcome you visiting me there." She hesitated for about three seconds before adding, "Better yet, Dale, follow me."
Marlene led Dale to a hallway covered by a curtain. It had a dim light and was crowded with boxes, tablecloths, and such. Marlene sat on a pile of boxes and said, "Who's first?"
"Well, show me what is next." Dale played naive with her.
