I'd met Troy a few times. He was a rep for one of our suppliers -- office furniture. He worked mostly with the other Dave in our office. Troy was a bit flash, if you know what I mean, loud and foul-mouthed, always flirting with the office girls, wore his trousers too tight and his shirts unbuttoned. We'd had just one conversation, at our office Christmas party -- the usual subjects: sport, cars, girls. So when I received an invitation to his firm's End of Year party I just assumed he'd invited everyone he knew.
I didn't know the venue, but it must have been his company address. It was an ordinary looking building -- no name, just a number -- a ground floor lobby with a hand written sign by the elevator -- party on level 2. As I waited for the elevator a couple of guys I didn't know wandered in, casually dressed, and then as the elevator doors opened, a limo pulled up and two of the most beautiful girls I'd seen in a long while stepped out. One blonde and one Asian, both early twenties maybe, average height but well built, and how do I put this? Dressed like whores.
I held the elevator doors open as they walked into the lobby -- the blonde was wearing a red bra over bare midriff and short black leather skirt, and the Asian girl was wearing what I can only describe as a cheerleader outfit except that it was tiny and barely covered her tits and ass. And they wore those sexy high heels that look like girls must practice to walk in. You know the ones -- they fall forward and throw their tits out so they have to hold their heads back not to over balance.
One of the other guys ushered them into the elevator.
"Thanks, sexy," the blonde said.
The guy winked at me and pressed the button for level 2. No one pressed anything else.
"So we're all going to Troy's party," the guy said.
I said yes, and he introduced himself. "Pete, and this is Mike." I shook their hands. They were both about my age -- mid to late thirties. "And you girls are?"
"I'm Cindy." That was the blonde.
"And I'm Tracey.
It was one of those small old-fashioned elevators, and as the doors rumbled shut we were all pushed against each other. Cindy pressed up against me, and over her shoulder, Pete winked at me again. "And you girls would be the entertainment, I'm thinking," he said. "Been to one of Troy's parties before?" Pete was looking at me. I said no. "I hardly know him."
The doors opened and we spilled onto the second floor and through an open door into some sort of windowless function room. There was a table with beer and food and 2 long narrow leather couches. And on all four walls there was a large TV screen.
"Strange place for a party," I said, but no one was listening. The room throbbed with pop music. There were maybe ten guys there already, and Troy came over to greet us. He was wearing a Santa hat, jeans and a dress shirt unbuttoned to the waist, exposing a gold chain.
"Girls. Guys. Welcome. Pete, Mike, grab a beer." He looked at me quizzically.
"Dave," I said. He nodded enthusiastically.
"Dave, glad you could make it."
"Thanks for the invite," I said.
He led us over to the tables of beer and nibbles, and I took a can and opened it. The guys gathered round Cindy and Tracey who started dancing in a casual way. We all sort of watched as they shimmied against each of us in turn, and then it got interesting. The girls stripped off their clothes and Troy simply unzipped his jeans, unleashed his cock, placed his hands on the shoulders of one of the girls and lowered her to her knees where she promptly took his fat cock in her mouth. The guys formed themselves into two tight circles around each girl -- the other girl was kneeling as well -- and they all got their cocks out.
"Dave," Troy said. Tracey, the cute Asian, knelt before him while other guys pawed at her naked ass. "Only four in your group so I guess you're fucking Cindy."
Both girls were sucking vigorously, taking a cock in each hand as they worked their way round the circle. Cindy was a beauty -- slender and tanned, full round tits, her perfect back curving down to a toned ass which rocked up and down on her high heels as she performed. The guys stood in two close circles, cocks out, hands either slapping their cocks in the girls' faces or hair, or kneading the girls' bare flesh, or if they were the lucky one to be engaged with a girl, hands on the back of her head and working her mouth to and fro on their cock. They were whooping and hollering, of course, calling out to the girls to 'suck it bitch' or 'make it cum' or 'open wide for daddy'.
Well, I was rock hard by now and painfully constrained in my trousers, so I dropped them and joined in with the others. A group fuck for an office party was a new experience for me, but I wasn't shy. I had no idea why Troy had invited me, but I wasn't going to knock back a bit of Christmas cheer.
I couldn't see Tracey in her circle and then I realized -- the whole fucking thing was showing on the TV screens. There was some CCTV system operating in the room and you could watch these two sluts getting gang fucked from four different angles, depending on which screen you were facing. I looked at the screen and the circle around Tracey and listened to the instructions they were giving her. Troy was saying "Look up at me, babe. Look at me," and some other guy just kept saying 'fuck' over and over again.
I joined my circle -- cock out - and Cindy took me first in her hand, and then in her mouth. She was obviously a pro -- she took my whole length long and slow. I watched my rod gliding between her plump lips while she kept eye contact throughout, smiling around my swollen cock and receiving me all the way until my balls were against my chin. I put my hands behind her head and increased the tempo a little, and all the while her eyes met mine without flinching. I could feel the head of my cock bouncing off the back of her mouth. "You like that," I said. I couldn't think of anything dirty to say, but she half nodded and said yes with her pretty blue eyes. And then just as I swelled and felt the pleasure of her expert sucking sweeping through me, she moved on to the next guy.
I watched her work her way round the circle, taking each cock in turn in her hand, then her mouth, then back to her hand. I massaged the back of her neck and ran my hands down her sides, or jacked off. Some other guy was kneeling behind her and playing with her pussy. And then it was my turn again and I could take my hands off my cock and place them behind her head. The dirty banter was working on me now.
"Say ahhh," I said, then "suck it Cindy," and "gag on my shaft, you cumslut." This was easy.
"Fuck my mouth, Dave," she said, disengaging for a moment, then sucking again and smiling up at me. I got a kick out her remembering my name. It made me feel special.