Being a big tit addict, and having shagged many posh women with massive boobs, I suppose I asked for it. It was the end of August and I had been invited to the palatial estate of that cock crazy trollop Baroness Kathleen Emily's do's. Her fine house was located in Dorking in Surrey and was on fifty acres of Edwardian grandeur. The Baroness and her better half, the usually absent Baron, had shaped the house into what it is today, enlisting Mewès and Davis, the architects of the Ritz in London, to transform it into the perfect society location. This involved building a huge bar in the main room where she entertained to her heart's content. On this occasion, it was my delight to stumble in on some 'ladies' day' and the top-heavy aristocrat was accompanied by some of her friends who were quite plainly in a state of undress.
"Robert, you good-looking bastard! I completely forgot you were coming. So glad you did though. This way."
The sensational Baroness greeted me in what I can only describe as a damn good impression of a wet dream on heels. The buxom creature had a black bra that did little to contain her twin watermelons. As she walked in her rapier-like high-heeled pumps her stupendous jugs jiggled ponderously on her chest. My pulse raced as I entered the home and I drank in her magnificently tapered pins which were encased in black nylons. Her arms were covered from the fingertip to the upper arm in glossy black kidskin. I smiled weakly as I ogled her garter and suspender belt that girdled her midsection and held up her stockings. Her prominent mound of Venus protruded from her upper thighs in a G-string that resembled dental floss.
"Do meet my guests. This is Knickers, one of my oldest friends."
I gulped and gave the woman a smile and a shake of hands. 'Knickers' was a shorter female than the esteemed Baroness but no less endowed in the chest region. Standing at about five feet five in her heels, the fair-headed strumpet wore a blue bra that was simply useless at keeping her thumping whoppers in check. Over her shoulders was a flimsy lace negligee that was see-through. She too had on a miniscule G-string and the most diaphanous pair of blue nylons. I looked around at the other ladies and their combined scent permeated the room and my dick started to stiffen.
"I'm Bunny," said a tall titanic-titted harlot whose pendulous breasts bounced buoyantly with each step she took toward me.
Although this black-haired tart was wearing the briefest micro mini skirt imaginable, she was nonetheless panty less and her exposed pussy resembled a pelt of darkness between her thighs. She stood with her hands on her hips and I had to admit to being slightly intimidated.
"That little vixen is Kitty. Watch out for her claws." Kathleen pointed to another scantily clad lovely who wore a skin-tight skirt that rose high on her meaty arse and displayed lots of milky white thighs.
The generous round cheeks of her barely covered behind were pleasantly parted and hinted at the treasure of her muff. She wore a pair of black skyscraper heels that gave her so much height that she must surely have needed an oxygen mask. My mind was filled with wildly erotic thoughts as I felt my dick shift in my pants.
"And Lava."
This blonde bombshell's ample bosom was packed into a gossamer thin white silk gown that was opened to show off an exotic-looking garter belt and pencil-thin straps that held up her sparkly black stockings. Her scanty panties vanished into her nether regions, bisecting the luscious twin hemispheres of her backside and the inviting softness of her bald snatch.
"Come and join the party."
I followed them all into the living room where they all sat around a large coffee table. I sat away from them in an armchair and crossed my legs.
"So, what kind of party is this, I asked expecting the reply of a lingerie shop.
"This is our monthly book club."
"A what?"
"Book club, my dear Robert. We pick a book and gather around to discuss it."
In a state of undress, I mused. I wondered what books they actually read.
"Here."
Knickers handed me a worn copy of the paperback they had chosen this month. I turned it over to read the back page.
"Emmanuelle, by Emmanuelle Arsan. An erotic novel originally written in French. This book is a series of explicit sex fantasies of the author in which she has sex with several men and women."
"No shit!" cried Bunny as she chuckled suggestively. "Men AND women."
"What other books have you read?"
"Oh. Lady Chatterley's Lover, Fanny Hill, that was a classic."
"Fifty Shades of Grey, of course," piped up Lava.
"And my favourite," gushed the Baroness. "The Story of O. Super hot!"
"Right, I'm beginning to get the picture."
As they sat and chatted, I inevitably found myself staring at their barely covered bodies. Bunny's knees had drifted apart and her snatch was clearly to be seen. My cock ached to be released from my constricting pants.
"Hey, maybe the Baron can read for us?"
"Splendid idea. Would you?"
"Sure." I picked up the dog-eared paperback and it flipped open to page 69. How ominous. "Do you think a woman can make love with men as often as she can make herself come by her own efforts? Asked Marie-Anne of Emmanuelle. Men aren't always so exciting you know. They're heavy, they're hard, and sometimes too tough for their own good."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Bunny was caressing her muff as I spoke. "Emmanuelle put her arms around her neck and kissed her lips. She moaned with pleasure when Bee's body fused with hers. The streaming coolness of their two skins was a caress in itself. She embraced her tightly and slowly rubbed her pubis against hers. Bee sensed the pleasure that Emmanuelle was seeking; she put her hand on her back, pressed gently on her buttocks, and grafted her onto her belly. A singular savour penetrated her open mouth, juicy and sweet like an exotic fruit. She felt a spasm rising in the beautiful body she was holding against herself."
"We really like you," said Kitty as she got out of her chair and sat on the arm of my chair. "We hadn't anticipated a man attending the club tonight."
Knickers joined us and I was now in between two well-stacked beauties who began to stroke my medium-length hair and thighs.
"You have a wonderful reading voice."
