Pt. 64 - the Nude Dinner in Dallas!

This is part 64 of my continuing story.

I suggest reading

Pt. 63 - One Night in Dallas

as this story is a continuation.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.

Any mistakes are mine as I create and edit my own work. Please forgive my typos.

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Dallas, Texas, Thursday morning before the Super Bowl

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was naked, in a warm bed, sporting a large and dangerous hard on nicely nestled into the butt crack of a nude pregnant female lying next to me.

How did I know she was expecting? My right hand covered her somewhat bulging womb.

Snuggled behind me was another naked female. Her hard nipples were crushed into my back, and her right hand was draped over my right side, dangerously close to my private parts.

I could also feel her crotch fur. Rubbing slowly on my bare butt as she slowly humped away.

I was the male meat in a sex sandwich.

How did I get there and who were these two ladies?

My brain was still foggy from drinking champagne and an acute lack of sleep.

The lady behind me moved slightly, and her right hand pulled my right arm back so that my hand ended up on her warm, bare thigh.

She whispered to me, "Your dick. In me. Now. Please." Then she kissed the side of my face. And lightly squeezed my now throbbing cock.

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The Nude Dinner in Dallas

We thought we would try some different things with this dinner.

The Nude Dinner concept was introduced to me a few months earlier in Sacramento and I was intrigued with the idea of meeting smart, professional ladies who were perfectly fine being nude, and despite having some physical imperfections, enjoyed showing off their figures.

We're all God's creatures and He made us imperfect. Not that any of the ladies had imperfections that mattered to me.

I soon discovered that it was an easy transition attending and participating at the dinner to getting laid. Truth be told, the lady who created the concept (Doctor Natalie) invited me with the unspoken (to me) plan to have me sleep with three of the four female dinner guests. That included her.

Following that first fun evening, I enjoyed a weekend of unexpected sex, along with the pleasure of spending time and getting to know some professional ladies who I liked, but I immediately sensed were literally starving for intellectual interest from intelligent men.

The men they had been meeting just wanted to get laid. I did too, but I wanted to get to know them too.

The ladies I was with at that first dinner were all educated; one had a Ph.D.; two were medical doctors; and the fourth was a television reporter with a degree in meteorology.

Dressed, they were very attractive; eye candy to be sure and had no shortage of men trying to get them into bed, but they just didn't want sex - they wanted to be appreciated and recognized for their smarts and accomplishments, and they wanted to laugh and have fun.

They also wanted a large, hard, cock.

I delivered. First, at dinner, and then over the rest of the weekend. In bed and beyond.

You can read about my adventures by reading

Pt. 45.75 - The Nude Dinner

and

Pt. 45.90 - Nude Dinner Aftermath

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For this specific Dallas dinner, I flew in Dr. Tina from Sacramento to produce the event and to co-host with me; I had her talking with some possible male sperm donors from Texas and Oklahoma. These were guys that were working hard to earn their PGA card and were invited following one on one preliminary conversations on Zoom.

I had Tina share with these gentlemen that if they attended the dinner (and they measured up, if you know what I mean), we'd fly them to Arizona and they could be in our suite for the Phoenix Open tournament on Friday and Saturday, with us picking up the travel tab. But on Monday, the day after the Super Bowl, still in Phoenix, they needed to visit our medical clinic and go through some other assessments, including personality and an in-depth background check.

I also wanted the others in my company to also assess these men by simply having conversations with them and observing them at the golf tournament.

As for the female Nude Dinner guests, in addition to Tina, I had handpicked Dina, then I invited Alex (you met her in

Pt. 57 - The MILF At Whole Foods

); and the last female guest was the Food and Beverage Director from the Dallas hotel where we had held the Aerospace Opportunity Conference in November.

Paula. She was a tall, maybe five'10", red haired beauty with a killer body and a very nice smile. By killer body, I mean easily a 36-24-36 figure. It didn't hurt my relationship with Paula that we had spent trainloads of money at her hotel for the conference on rooms, catering, audiovisual equipment rentals; waitstaff, bell staff, bartenders, parking for our guests, and all that. I charged it all to my American Express card and got the points; I also gave her a cash bonus of $10,000 before I left for Atlanta.

This gorgeous ginger was grateful.

Very grateful.

How grateful? As I was departing the hotel

,

Paula told me that she wanted to do more business with me. Paula said that with a smile and a tight tug, crushing her large breasts into me while she kissed me on the cheek.

Later that afternoon, when I arrived in Atlanta, she texted me and said that if I needed a place to stay in Dallas, she wanted me to share her bed. No strings attached. Just hot sex however I wanted it.

"What about that wedding ring?" I responded.

"I wear it only to keep from getting hit on... I'm not married."

WOW!

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I knew all the ladies at the dinner, but they didn't know one another.

The guys didn't know one another except by word of mouth (they knew some fellow golfers in common), but Tina had made it clear in her conversations what the financial rewards would be if each one of the guys made it through the various rounds of assessments (physical, mental and background check) and the in-person interviews.

And she shared that that tonight was going to be one of those hurdles. Tina and I wanted to see how these gentlemen behaved in a different sort of setting. Would they "man up" or act inappropriately?

Tina had scoped out houses in the Highland Park area of Dallas and selected a mansion for the event. She was staying there; it was secluded; elegant, quiet and private. Perfect for our dinner. The weather sucked but it was winter. To compensate she turned up the furnace to make it comfortable for everyone. Tina had also purchased socks for everyone "just in case."

We had previously discussed the seating for dinner and Tina had a special table and chairs built locally for this dinner. It was a square table, five feet on each side so two could sit comfortably on each side yet it was still intimate.

The chairs were specially upholstered to absorb any liquids. Let's be honest, we learned that ladies sometimes got overheated and guys sometimes got sweaty down below and we didn't want anyone to be embarrassed when they stood up, leaving evidence of moisture.

Tina had already had the raw food, ingredients, cooking implements, and glassware, dishes, silver wear and beverages delivered and had set up everything that we'd need.

The place had two restaurant size ovens, a walk-in refrigerator and a walk-in freezer.

It also had five bedrooms, all full size, each with a full bath.

Dina and I arrived first, and Tina gave us a quick tour and always being the good hostess (or is host these days?), Tina popped an expensive bottle of French champagne. The three of us toasted to a fun, successful dinner.

It was not my intention to impress Dina, but she was certainly intrigued at this whole concept. She liked the house, Tina, and the set-up. Maybe she had been living a sheltered life, but this nude dinner was something quite different. She liked meeting new people and doing new things. Meaning, expanding her horizons. She said to me, in front of Tina, "You just keep surprising me, Rick! I love it!" Then she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

Paula showed up next, followed by Alex, (who had come straight from the airport, toting her luggage; she had changed at the Sky Club at DFW into her sexy evening dress and shoes minus bra and thong). Alex apologized that she couldn't get out of her bra and panties before landing at the airport and she hoped that the lines in her skin weren't offsetting to anyone. When she shared with the ladies that she was pregnant, they all gave congratulations, nodded and smiled in understanding.

Then the three guys knocked on the door: Josh, Bruce and Jason. There were handshakes all around and Tina handed everyone a flute (Alex had sparkling apple cider). Another toast and some small talk and then it was time to get started.

Tina took charge, and in a few short seconds, all of us fully clothed, and all dressed to impress, we were standing in a circle, boy girl, boy girl, holding hands while Tina went over the agenda and the ground rules.

My eyes took everyone in but quickly wandered back to Tina's chest. She had an extremely low cut little black dress on, sharing the tops of her substantial breasts. My cock stirred. I got the message that she wasn't wearing a bra, her firm breasts proudly out in front, her nipples were erect, and she seemed rather carefree about it.

That was a good thing; if she were relaxed, and enjoying herself, that would set the tone for the night.

Tina explained that while the table had been set up with name cards as to where we would be sitting, she had us placed in the circle so we would know who we were sitting next to.

I could see right away that she was pushing us all to be comfortable by being physically close and touching one another.

I had Paula on my right, and Dina on my left.

Tina went over the timetable. The first hour we would be wearing only aprons as we broke into mixed pairs to prepare the meal. One group would prepare soup and salads; the second would prepare the entrees and side dishes, and the third pair would prepare desserts. Tina and I would serve the appetizers (already in the oven), the drinks and had the responsibility of keeping us on the timetable.

The second hour we would enjoy dinner and Tina announced that I was going to facilitate the conversation and keep it moving. No discussion of politics or religion. And no discussion about work or what we did for a living.

As she put it, "Let's stay on the back of the business card, your personal life. Because that is where the connections are made fastest."

She then surprised me by announcing, softly, that we'd take a break for about half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes, while we enjoyed dessert.

Then we would play a board game, Blank Slate. I had played it before at my first Nude Dinner and remembered how much fun it was.

We'd finish by nine thirty, ten at the latest, and everyone would depart.

My ears were open to what Tina said, but my eyes were back and forth between Tina and Alex. Alex was wearing a black dress that was open to her waist, her naturally large breasts, slowly growing as they filled with her milk, were barely contained by the cloth.

Even though I had seen her nude just last week, her breasts were so profound that I didn't even notice her slightly swelling womb. I doubt if anyone else did either. But when she got into that apron, and then, naked... we'd see it all!

I was in total lust mode. Remember, I had fucked Alex brains out just a week before in Sacramento.

Pregnant pussy is very good pussy.

Seeing her like this, I wanted another night with her. But will that be tonight? Is that possible? A threesome with Dina?

Dina had been watching me visually devouring Alex and she squeezed my hand, then whispered into my ear, "I could play with her."

I smiled and my brain went into overdrive at the thought of these two hotties eating each other out. Dina was into playing with girls to make her man hot. Was Alex?

Tina continued, "Before we have you leave to undress and have you put your aprons on, I need for you to share with us your first name and then use just a word or two to describe your profession. Let me go first. I am Tina, I am a doctor."

They way Tina said that I just knew that one, or more, of these guys were going to be banging on her tonight. Her voice was sexy as hell and Tina had that female hunter's gleam in her eyes, she was looking to get her itch scratched, and hard.

While the event had a lot of money potentially to be made if even just one of these guys made it to the finish line, Tina was using this opportunity to get laid. Being a single parent with a young child and having your parents living with you put a damper on having an active sex life, unless you happened to be out of town.

"I'm Josh, an almost PGA golfer." We all laughed. Josh grinned. This guy was about six feet and looked to me to be about twenty-five. He had kind eyes. Dressed in a suit and tie, like me.

My sex partner from last week in Sacramento went next: "My name is Alex. I'm an insurance auditor." She hid her pregnancy well, but she would soon be showing us her baby bump and her growing, naturally enlarging breasts. I couldn't wait to see those udders. I wondered if she shaved her bush for dinner. I'd like her bare or bushy. No matter.

"I'm Bruce. A golfer." Another six-footer, looked of Italian heritage. It looked a bit serious, but we'd see. White shirt, red tie. Gray suit. Just over twenty-five by my calculations.

"Hello, I am Dina. In transition from a career in local news broadcasting." She looked quite stunning in her dark red dress, and I knew that she was wearing nothing underneath. It was a great color on her. I loved her pokies rubbing on the fabric of her dress.

My turn: "I'm Rick, an attorney." I got nods and smiles.

To my left, Paula, said, "Food and beverage manager at a downtown hotel."

She was a redhead, "a ginger," about five foot eight, with a bob hairstyle that fit her face perfectly. Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Her dark green dress fit her form perfectly and it was obvious to me that she was also braless, her nipples aroused from rubbing on the thin fabric of her dress. And that dress was slit up to her waist.

Finally, Jason introduced himself, our third PGA want-to-be. He stood about five foot ten, dark hair and a nice smile. Seemed to be a nice guy. Open necked shirt in a sport coat. Mid-twenties.

When Tina announced where we would go to get out of our clothes and into our aprons, both Dina and Paula squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back.

*******

Tina, Alex, Dina and Paula changed in one of the bedrooms; the four of us guys changed in another.

Tina and I had decided that rather than just expecting our guests to take the plunge, we would ease our way into the dinner and coach our guests and answer any questions or concerns they have before we assembled again.

I followed the guys into the bedroom and closed the door behind me and started the conversation by asking, "What do you want to know about this dinner?"

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Turns out that Tina had skipped over some of the background for Global Fertility Partners and didn't mention Global Human Capital at all.

That was because her compensation was all about getting her female patients nearing the end of their biological clock get pregnant.

Tina was not involved in the financial opportunities that these guys had available with sponsorships and advertising.

I took about ten minutes and took these three prospects, or candidates, through the whole program. They nodded when they understood that they could possibly make money (income) from impregnating Tina's clients; that they could get sponsorship income from local businesses including television advertising; and that either or both revenue streams could fund their quest to get on the PGA tournament merry go round.

Josh asked me about the ladies attending the dinner and I told him that I knew all four but not well. A harmless lie perhaps but he didn't need to know that of the four, I'd already fucked two of them, had another lined up to fuck sometime soon and the last one (Tina) was off limits as she was my employee.

Bruce wanted to know what the protocol was, and I smiled and replied, "You're all under a microscope tonight. Be on your best behavior, don't drink much, no cursing, be yourself and above all... above all, do not get a hard on. If you sense one coming on, which is natural, I recommend you drink a lot of cold water and if you must, spill some of it on your cock to kill the growth."

They laughed.

Jason was a bit more pragmatic, asking me, "What are our odds of actually being picked by one of the ladies who want a kid?"

I told him the truth, that we were interviewing a fair number of guys and that about twenty percent were making the final cut.

I did not share that at that moment; we had over fifty ladies waiting to select mating partners ($4M per times 50+ = $200M+) and we had just ten men in the corral.

So, I summed it up by saying, "Right now, if I were a betting man, I'd say that each of you have excellent odds of being selected and making some good legal cash from the deal. I am assuming that Tina told you you'd gross $1M for being successful at doing the deed?

They all nodded but I couldn't tell if they believed me or not. They'd learn more if they passed the dinner audition and got to Scottsdale.

With that, I ended the conversation by saying, "You're having dinner with some very smart and beautiful ladies. Enjoy it. Enjoy being with them."

I didn't want to spend any more time at this sausage fest, so I quickly undressed and got my apron on and headed out for someone to tie the back of my apron up. I let the guys talk without me being present.

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What I didn't know at the time was that Tina had spend some time with our female guests outlying the rest of the evening.

It turned out to be a very pleasant surprise for everyone.

I'll share it as the story unfolds.

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The aprons were see-through plastic, except for the crotch area was covered by a large fig leave; meaning chests and breasts were visible but our privates were covered. Our asses were bare, which only enhanced the visual dessert.

Paula was a graduate of the Culinary Institute of America, so she and Josh handled the entrees. The choices were salmon, chicken or beef. They also prepared green vegetables and some small red potatoes.

Dina and Bruce were responsible for minestrone soup and salads (Caesar and tossed green).

Alex and Jason took care of the desserts. Everyone wanted to know what they were putting together but they kept it all a secret from the questions and prying eyes.

Tina and I poured wine, the bubbly and made mixed drinks to order.

The drinks flowed and Tina had a track of songs that we all got into.

She started the set with "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You," and then went to songs from Grease, Abba, John Denver, Sinatra, you get the idea.

The music was just loud enough that we could sing along but also continue conversations with our partners.