"Tell me!" I sobbed pitifully, my loins straining to hold back a volcanic eruption. "Please!!"
"Jett," he growled in a low and practically indiscernible voice. "I love you."
My body convulsed and jerked with an all-consuming wave of erotic euphoria as a flood of juices erupted from my snatch onto his ramming rod, my bosom heaving and lungs gasping for breath. Tony clamped his hands onto my waist and thrust his cock deep into my seeping slit, his balls bursting their creamy load to the deepest recesses of my being. A gurgled grunt caught in my throat as I arched my back and jutted my hard erect nipples to the ceiling, my loins and belly filled with my lover's cock-meat. A million dazzling lights exploded in my brain as I jerked and flailed uncontrollably and finally collapsed exhausted onto his chest, my body racked with inconsolable sobs of sheer unsurpassed joy. I had finally been given that which I had been searching for my whole life -- something that neither my parents, friends, or ex-boyfriend had ever been able or willing to offer.
Someone finally loved me.
"Thanks darling," I mewed softly, feeling his throbbing hard cock still buried deep in my seeping snatch. "Thanks for saying it -- even if it was a lie."
Tony called all of us girls into his office -- Kiki, myself, April and Cyndi. "I'm going to need all of you for a job tonight," he said. "A prestigious art gallery is opening and they'll need hostesses to mingle and pass out champagne to the potential investors. So, of course, it'll be formal gowns." One woman gave a low growl and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Sorry April," Tony said. "But that means you too. I know you don't like going formal but in this case you'll have to make an exception. I need you on this one."
April was a few inches over five feet -- a very muscular, nearly flat-chested body-builder and kick-boxer with close-cropped blonde hair and sharp facial features. She usually went on jobs where the client preferred rigorous or exhausting activities such as touring the city on foot, horseback riding, or hiking up nature trails. April enjoyed the company of her live-in shy and reserved lesbo companion Dana -- a shorter, somewhat plain-looking and quiet young thing with long straight auburn hair. Though they were a dyke couple, Kiki privately confided to me that April occasionally took pleasure in having a good piece of real cock-meat between her legs now and then. The girls were drinking and chatting one evening and April admitted having once in high school taken on the entire varsity track team single-handed. Though the way April tells it, none of those boys would have lettered in the long jump. Probably why she now favors female company and runs the male clients ragged. April expelled her breath in an exasperated sigh and crossed her arms under her petite bosom, acknowledging that sometimes you just have to get all prettied up and bear it.
"You all need to go over to Vondaberger's," Tony continued, "and pick out something nice."
"YYYESSS!!" Kiki squealed in unrestrained enthusiasm, jerking her fists into the air.
"Borrow," the boss corrected.
"Shit!!" she cursed, her arms folding tightly across her chest.
"High-class and elegant," Tony added. "But not too flashy. We don't want to upstage the guests. The gallery opens at seven so be there at six-thirty." Our employer began jotting notes onto a yellow pad silently signaling the meeting was over.
Letting four women loose in Vondaberger's was like leaving little children alone in a candy store.
I couldn't understand why April didn't care for long formal evening gowns. She looked absolutely stunning in the dress Ellen chose for her -- an ankle-length sleeveless and strapless black satin gown slit up both sides nearly to the hip. She completed her ensemble with white elbow gloves and a string of faux pearls. Regal and commanding, she presented the impression of a slender Princess Grace sporting a short pert blonde haircut.
My dazzling canary off-the-shoulder number proved very tempting, but I wisely thought the better of it. I didn't want to appear overdressed and out-class the gallery patrons, though it would have been nice to be decked out in Ellen's finest glimmering gown for the event. I reluctantly opted for an outfit similar to April's in shimmering scarlet with matching gloves hoping to appear as stunning in mine as she was in hers. Somehow I just didn't look the same. I also choose a diamond-studded choker to adorn my neck instead of the elegant lesbian's choice of pearls.
Kiki selected a very sexy and sheer white with silver sequin body dress with frilly pleats around the knees and shoulders, while Cyndi decided on a floor-length sleeveless electric blue gown.
Our taxicab delivered us to the gallery around six-thirty as ordered so we could get the champagne ready and greet the guests as they came in. "Look at some of this stuff," I gaped, noticing the price tag for a small oil painting was over six figures. "Can you believe the prices?"
"Who can tell with art?" Kiki shrugged apathetically.
We milled around as the guests filtered in, smiling graciously and offering champagne and snacks as needed. It was a high-class affair, the men all in black tuxedos while the women struggled to outdo each other with their ostentatious display of precious metals and sparkly baubles. Soft elevator music wafted from hidden speakers behind the muted murmuring of greetings, compliments, and viewpoints regarding politics, finance and of course art.
I found the whole event quite fascinating, having never been exposed to the upper crust of society before. Sure, my parents revolved in such circles back in DC, but I was either too young or too rebellious to participate.
After a while, fewer guests trickled in so Cyndi left her post as coat check girl by the door and joined us to mingle and refill empty glasses. I suddenly realized that Kiki had disappeared, though I didn't know where or for how long. She probably went to get more champagne from the back, but what the hell was taking her so long? My bottle was nearly empty so I went toward the rear of the gallery to fetch a fresh one from the storeroom.
One corner of the shipping/receiving area had several cases of champagne stacked up by the empty storage crates and shredded packing materials. As I rounded the corner, I suddenly stopped frozen in my tracks. There was my horny Hawaiian friend -- squatting down on her heels, her mouth bobbing over the cock of one of our tuxedo-clad guests. His back was to me so he didn't see me enter and Kiki was so engrossed in her blowjob that she didn't take any notice either. I slowly eased back into the shadows and silently watched the erotic encounter in silence. There's something nasty and sensual about voyeurism -- watching another couple in sexual wanton abandon without them realizing they were putting on a show.
I felt the cool glass of the empty wine bottle in my hand, the hard smooth tapered mouth rubbing my dress over the mound of my pubic area. My heart fluttered -- a churning growing in my tummy and loins with the stirrings of erotic excitement. My free hand parted the gap at the hip of my dress, the lip of the bottle grating gently across the folds of my tingling uncovered twat. I was mighty grateful Tony imposed his no undergarment rule. The smooth lip of the empty bottle felt so sexy and erotic against my bare cunt. God I was getting aroused! Kiki's mouth never missed a stroke as her hands fumbled with the man's cummerbund, pulling it away and peeling his pants and briefs down to his knees. Her hands returned to his bare ass, her fingers groping the exposed flesh. I brought my empty bottle to my mouth to taste my pussy juices on my lips, my tongue licking around and into the small opening. My hand returned the bottle to my pussy, the moistened tip lubricated with my saliva slipping easily into the wet opening of my now oozing snatch.
I became so engrossed in the carnal display and my bottle-fucking that I nearly jumped at the gentle touch of a hand on my bare shoulder. My body tensed, my hand with the tip of the glistening glass dildo paralyzed within my seeping pussy. I slowly turned my head to find April standing close behind me, her arm slowly encircling my waist to fondle my breast while her lips gently nibbled my naked neck. My eyes gradually returned to Kiki who was now standing with her back to her partner, her hands hiking the tight sequined dress over her smooth delicate Hawaiian ass. April's hand slid from my shoulder to my hand holding the bottle, her fingers gently gripping and resuming the probing of the container into my hot twat. I sighed and relaxed under the skillful kisses and caresses of the lusty lesbian while my horny mentor allowed the tuxedo stud to drill her from behind doggy-style.
April's lips licked and kissed my bare nape and shoulder, her other hand caressing along my back and easing the zipper of my dress a few inches down my spine. The front of the strapless gown fell away, April's fingers moving to tweak the erect nipple of my exposed breast. My body trembled and my legs felt weak and I nearly moaned out loud with pleasure. Not that our passionate performers would have noticed. The man's hands gripped the bare cheeks of Kiki's tight ass while his cock slammed faster and harder into her wanton pussy. His comely nympho companion flailed her long dark tresses across her back as primal guttural grunts and moans escaped from deep within her throat.
