This story grew out of the holiday party episode in the Miranda series, but there is no need to read those first. Enjoy!
Company Party
I had been with the company for about a year and a half when I received an invitation for
Jethro Price and spouse
to the owner and CEO's end of year party, 8 pm December 28th at his mansion. There were several of these each year and Julie and I were excited to be included this time. We had just married back in August after she completed her bachelor's degree. I mentioned the invitation to my manager; he smiled and told me I'd have a blast. Were other wives included? "Certainly, certainly, Julie will fit right in!"
The night of the party we were picked up in luxury van; there was another couple, Harold and his stunning wife Miranda. My wife, I should mention, was a short, cute blond with a trim, curvy figure and very pretty lips. We were offered craft beer, French wine and margaritas and had a very pleasant ride out to the Island.
On entering the spectacular, three story mansion, we were greeted by our host and hostess, Joseph and Vanessa. Joseph I knew, of course; he was in his late fifties and very tall. Vanessa was in her mid-twenties, her elegant, blue-eyed, raven-haired beauty nearly a match for Miranda's large brown eyes, lovely mouth, long, chestnut hair and hourglass figure. Vanessa did have Miranda beat in one respect: she sported an enormous pair of tits!
When she said "Pleased to meet you" her eyes flicked down to where my gaze was fixed. Embarrassed to be caught ogling I looked up; her eyes looked straight into mine while her tongue flicked quickly over her luscious, red-lipsticked lips. I felt stung all over and acquired an instant boner; Vanessa's eyes flicked down and her lips puckered and kissed air.
Joseph asked Julie a question about her college major, Sociology; someone called Vanessa's name and she walked away. My eyes followed her until I caught myself and returned my attention to Julie.
Joseph started to ask "What can I get you..." when someone interrupted with "Sir, a minute please?"; he waved me toward the bar "Get yourself fresh drinks", listened to something whispered in his ear, replied "Very well, carry on" and returned his attention to my wife.
Meanwhile I headed to the bar, quickening my pace when I saw Vanessa there getting her drink refreshed. Just as I reached the bar she turned suddenly my way, spilling her drink and slamming her tits into my chest. She said "Oh, how clumsy of me!" while looking straight into my eyes and making no effort to separate the two of us. After awhile she turn back toward the bar and said "I'd better get a fresh drink, what was it you wanted?" She squeezed my arm and cocked her hip into mine as she spoke.
I managed to stammer out "Two screwdrivers."
Vanessa said "Make that three."
When we got our drinks she took a large sip from hers while I turned to head back. But I didn't see my wife; "Where's Julie?"
Vanessa looked and replied "Probably went to the powder room. She'll be back soon, I'm sure." I took a large gulp from my drink; I was intensely aware of the sex goddess standing next to me.
Vanessa put her drink on the bar, then took Julie's from my hand and put it next to her own "No point holding this while we wait. So tell me, what do you do for fun?" As I tried to think of a non-lewd answer Julie emerged on the far side of the grand room. Vanessa took a sip from Julie's drink, realized her mistake, and said "Silly me! Bartender, another screwdriver please!"
The bar had gotten busy and it took some time to get the replacement. In the meantime Joseph brought Julie a drink and engaged her attention, still on the far side of the room. He drifted to a position that blocked Julie and I from seeing each other.
Vanessa clutched my arm, whispered "Come with me" and led me out of the grand room and down a hall. My heart was pounding. We came to a door which led to a short corridor and an elevator. She quickly entered a code to open it and pulled me inside. She pressed a button marked '3', then pulled me to her for a deep kiss. I crushed her boobs against me as I joined in the kiss. The elevator opened and she pulled me into a large room with a huge, round bed and lots of mirrors.
Still kissing, I let my hands cup her bottom, then unzipped her dress. She let it fall as she broke our kiss and turned around; I unhooked her bra and clutched her huge tits. She covered my hands with hers, pressing them further into those soft, wonderful mounds. "Everyone thinks I had plastic surgery but I actually talked to a doctor about reducing them; do you think keeping my boobs like this was the right decision?"
"Oh God yes!"
"Glad you approve!" as she ground her ass into my crotch with its swollen, rock-hard member. She turned to face me and unbuttoned my shirt. I started to unhook her garters but she said "Leave them!" and merely kicked off her heels.
She was not wearing panties; her cunt was smooth shaven. I pulled off my own shoes and socks. She then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them off and stroked my shaft, tenting out from my briefs.
At this point I said "Fuck this fooling around, woman!" I picked her up, threw her down in the middle of the bed, whipped off my briefs, jumped on top of her and rammed my fuck-pole straight into her cunt. She laughed and I began fucking her fast and hard. Her pussy was wet and hot and she began moaning with pleasure.
She rubbed her nylon-clad legs against my back, sending chills along my spine. I squeezed her tits and rubbed her erect nipples with my thumbs; she bucked, moaned and brought my lips to hers for a hard kiss. She broke the kiss, gasped, and her whole body shuddered from an orgasm.
I was fast approaching my own - then she pinched one of my ears, hard! The pain shot through me and seemed to push me away from climax -- but my urgent need for release intensified! I kept fucking her; she climaxed again, then dug several sharp fingernails into my back. And so it went: each time I neared release she pinched, cut, kneed or bit me to prolong my frustration.
I flipped her over to fuck doggie style; at the crucial moment she managed to kick me in the ass! Finally while I was pounding her from the front with her legs draped over my shoulders she seemed to convulse with several orgasms in a row and I erupted into her, my cock jerking repeatedly as it shot out stream after stream of semen. My orgasm was so intense I passed out on top of her.
I don't know how long I lay there, but I snapped awake when she dug a nail into one of my thighs and rolled me off. I simply lay there breathing heavily while she got up and gathered some things. She sat on the edge of the bed and said "Come sit with Mama," patting the space next to her. When I complied she said "Good boy!", popped a small pill in my mouth and gave me the remains of my drink to wash it down.
Then she poured some vodka into the glass, dipped her finger in, and rubbed it over one of the wounds she had inflicted. That stung! She licked her finger or sometimes stuck it in my mouth (giving me a taste of my own blood), gently kissed the wound and finally applied a soothing cream and layer of liquid band-aid. I sat completely passive through all of this, my brain empty of thought.
As she proceeded, however, my limp dick began to grow and stiffen. When she finished treating me she began to lick, suck, and stroke it. My pole sprang quickly to full attention and my body convulsed with a sudden, overwhelming desire for sex. She said "Back on the bed, stud!" and mounted me cowgirl style. I sucked her nipples and played with her tits and ass cheeks while she rode me to several orgasms. My desire kept growing and she inflicted no pain, but I never approached climax.
She glanced at a clock, said "Oh, look at the time!" and popped off of me and the bed. "Joseph told me to be ready for new visitors by 11 and it's nearly 10:30! He'll kill me if they get here and I'm a mess. Come on, get up!"
She hustled me off the bed, licked my cock clean, pushed me into the elevator, handed me my clothes, kissed me quickly, punched a button and stepped back. The elevator door closed as I got a last view of her naked glory. I heard the shower come on. The elevator descended, then opened to the short corridor. I was in a mild state of shock, but rallied enough to put my clothes back on and exit to the hall.
Only it wasn't the same hall -- the pictures were different. I realized she must've sent me to the second floor. I walked toward the staircase. As I reached them Joseph came up and said "Well hello there! Enjoying yourself?"
"You bet! " I said smugly,
especially the part where I fucked the hell out of your wife!
The thought of her nearly staggered me and my erection was getting painful.
"Good, good, there's something this way I'm sure you'll like, ever stuck it to a woman through the back door?" As he said this he steered me away from the stairs and down another corridor. Not waiting for an answer he continued, "My research assistant, do you know Carnie? She's really into anal, loves to be fucked that way. Here's the room, go on in!" as he used a pass key to open the door.
Inside was a short corridor with several guys sitting on chairs staring into a bedroom where a naked young woman was, in fact, getting it in her ass. I took a seat and watched the action. The view was limited from the corridor but I noticed three chairs in room, facing the bed. Two were occupied by men stroking their own dicks; now and then one would get up to fondle the woman's cunt or tits or whatever. The guy fucking her shot his load. A minute or so later he pulled out of her, kissed her bottom, cleaned himself up and exited back to the hall.
