Party On - by CallMeRunic
(This story contains consensual sex, pussy licking, blowjob, deep throating, vaginal sex, consensual name-calling, an enormous cock, and a ridiculous cumshot. Consider yourselves warned.)
Dr. Valerie Donovan contacted me one morning, about a month since I had last visited her. She had been monitoring the unique genetic mutation that caused me to become five times stronger than a normal man, and my dick to grow so big, it may break the porn industry. Now, my phone was ringing, and she was the caller.
"Aaron North" I answered, as I almost always do.
"Morning, Aaron. It's Valerie. Am I calling at a bad time?" she asked me.
"No, I'm not in the middle of anything." I had just finished eating breakfast.
"Good. Now, I'd like to see you today. There is something I'd like to discuss. Could you meet me for coffee in an hour?"
Something to discuss? Wonder what that could be.
"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where," I said.
"Good."
***
I arrived at Socrates's, the place Valerie had chosen, with a good ten minutes to spare. I ordered a large, extra-strong cappuccino and sat down. The interior was nice, homey, even; Soft lighting and comfortable leather armchairs. I drank half of my cup before Valerie arrived, seeing her enter the exact minute we had agreed on.
She saw me, gave me a small wave, ordered herself a cup of tea, and then sat across from me, crossing her legs elegantly. She was wearing a white blouse battling to keep her breasts inside and a simple black skirt short enough that I could just see the band of her black thigh-high stockings under the hem. Her brown hair, accented with blonde stripes, was gathered in a neat ponytail. She looked great even in simple outfits. She sipped her tea and looked me directly in my blue eyes.
"Hello, Dr. Donovan," I said.
"Please, Aaron, call me Valerie," she sighed, smiling ever so slightly. "I've told you repeatedly to do so."
She adjusted her position in the chair, leaning back and extending her crossed legs a bit forward. She was wearing a pair of black leather-strap heels. She took another sip and let out a small hum of approval at the taste.
"You wanted to discuss something?" I asked her. "Does it perhaps have something to do with my condition?"
"Oh, no. I merely have a question for you, Aaron," she answered, pulling an envelope from her purse. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to accompany me to a party next Saturday."
"A party? Me?"
"Yes. A friend of mine is hosting a big one and invited me. And you."
"Really? Do I know that friend?"
"No, but she asked me to bring one male guest, and I thought of you. And before you get freaked out, it's not about having a date to the party. I just thought you could use some free booze and food in good company. Besides, with Claire being out of the town, I'm sure there are plenty of desirable girls for you to meet," Valerie grinned. "So, what do you say?"
I had no plans for the weekend, and despite being less than enthusiastic to attend any social gatherings, I had thought about getting out of the house more often. And getting to a party for free? Worst-case scenario, I'll have wasted some hours and gotten a free drink or two.
"Why not," I said, nodding and smiling a little. "Where should I meet you and when?"
"Don't worry about that, I'll have a car to pick you up at your place. It'll be there at 7 pm."
"All right. And how should I dress? Do I need a suit?"
"Heh, no, you won't be needing a suit. What you're wearing right now is fine."
I had a black t-shirt and blue jeans, and my favorite military boots. Sounded like a very casual party. "Okay. It's a date."
Valerie laughed shortly and sipped her tea again.
***
I was standing outside my apartment building, waiting for the car Valerie had promised to arrive. The Saturday evening was warm, as evenings in Los Angeles tend to be. I had put on a suit jacket in addition to my t-shirt and jeans and switched my combat boots to a pair of nice leather shoes for the party. Whatever Valerie had said about my regular clothes being sufficient, I couldn't just go to a party without at least a smart casual look. Just the way I am, I suppose.
A few minutes before seven a massive black Hummer limo stopped right in front of me. The backseat door swung open and Valerie's smiling face appeared, gleaming with enthusiasm.
"Come on, Aaron!" She called to me.
I climbed aboard the vehicle and sat on the rich leather couch that was circling the inside. Valerie closed the door and knocked on the driver's division before taking a seat next to me. The engine revved, and the car started moving.
"You look nice," she said to me, a hint of naughtiness in her smile.