Party People 1

Let me set the scene for you... We've been invited to a house party. I'm not sure exactly who has invited us, or where we are. How we arrived here, I can't recall - my memory is hazy, and clouded by cheap wine and cliched mood music. We don't recognise any of the guests but realise immediately how little we have in common with John and Jane Doe.

We entertain ourselves by injecting a little innuendo into conversation, to the embarrassment of the suits and skirts. You take great delight in each wandering glance when you theatrically bend over to place your glass on the coffee table, revealing a little more ass than is deemed polite.

You recline back into the sofa and place your legs across my knee. I casually stroke your thigh and whisper something suggestive into your ear - you squeeze my hand and smile in approval. We know that our overt touching and teasing is attracting attention but in this dreamlike state, there are no consequences.

I notice an older lady, standing across the room, sipping at her G&T. She pretends to engage in conversation but her gaze is elsewhere. I very deliberately move my hand up your thigh; her eyes follow the path I'm tracing, lifting your blue cotton dress to reveal your smooth, naked pussy. We lock eyes and in that moment of realisation she drops her glass and excuses herself to our amusement.

As guests make their excuses and fade away, so does any memory of who they were, their inane talking points, or where they will be holidaying this year. All that remain are those few couples who have accepted a room for the night.

We make our final play of the evening with a cute but slightly awkward husband and wife couple that we've been baiting all night. We hijack a debate they are having with two gay male friends. They detect our intentions and defer to our topic of conversation. The husband looks flustered as we joke about taking the party upstairs. He is clearly eager to engage - the bulge in his pants and flushed face is evidence enough. "You look a little uncomfortable there, can I give you a helping hand with anything?" I ask coyly. I share knowing looks with the gay couple as he studies my face for a "tell". His wife is otherwise captivated, she melts when you playfully touch her waist and giggles as you indiscreetly show her the panties in your handbag.

"If they won't fuck you, we will!" The gay couple break the tension and double over in fits of laughter. Mr & Mrs look at each other sheepishly. "I'll tell you what... you can all listen" you say as you take my hand and lead me into the hallway. "Enjoy the show. We promise to be loud so you can hear everything you're missing."

As we climb the stairs we say goodnight to our new friends. You blow a kiss and flick your skirt back playfully, giving them a final look at your bare cunt. "Cock teases!" our gay admirers shout in unison.

We enter our room, the sexual tension between us is palpable. We grab at each other, tearing with raw lust at clothing, skin and hair. I kiss your mouth hard and loud, remembering your promise to those with the moistening pussy and hardening cocks. You push me on the bed and lower your soaking wet crotch over my face. I drink in your musky aroma and close my eyes as you lower yourself onto me, your weight on my chest and arms pins your submissive down.

I only become aware of the restraints when I try to spread your ass and one hand is tethered. I pretend to resist as you fasten my other wrist to the bed head and wrap a scarf over my eyes.

"Are you ready to be a good little slut for me?" You ask. "Anything mistress," I say

"Are you sure? Anything? Once we've started down this path, there's no turning back my love." you say in a mischievous voice.

I nod my head. The anticipation has me so hard.

"Our friends will be listening, pet. I promised them some entertainment and you will deliver it. You wait here while I get my big toy and fuck your arse, slut. I want them to hear you beg me to fill you."

I sense you lift away from the bed and pace across the room. You are gone for all but a few drawn-out, suspenseful seconds.

I finally feel your warm breath against my skin as you first run your tongue across my inner thigh, tantalisingly close to my shaven cock. Precum drips onto my stomach as you take my balls between your lips, and make your way skilfully along my shaft. Your tongue comes to a rest at the head of my cock and begins to trace around the glands. My hips buck involuntarily, propelling the engorged head towards your eager mouth but you push me back down onto the bed. I feel something under the small of my back - your lubed finger finding my hungry asshole and pressing against it. "Fuck me!" I beg as the tip slides within me.

"Oh they will," you say in a voice that comes from across the room.

My eyes quickly become accustomed to the dimly lit room. You recline in the armchair facing the bed, legs spread, your pussy enveloping a huge dildo.

The gay couple look up at me from between my legs with a wicked look across their faces. "You're going to be their little bitch tonight baby and you're going to do exactly what I tell you!"