The last Friday before Christmas we had an extraordinary company dinner in a special place. It turned out to be a club for insiders only. On the outside it was a fancy upscale restaurant, but as the night went on it became clear the venue housed entertainment of a very adult nature. After dinner we made intimate acquaintance with our co-workers in a one-on-one setting, although somewhat anonymous. Now I think of it, all actions thus far were semi-veiled. The last lust-feast was more or less a gangbang in a corridor where the ladies on duty remained anonymous to the male participants, and the bangers remained nameless to the bangees. In the wall were six holes two feet wide through which the girls jutted out into the corridor, laying on benches. From the tits upwards they remained outside the corridor, their identity concealed by a cloth partition in the hole. The female variant of the infamous glory hole.
The party was suspended until Sunday 2 AM. Then we will plunge further into the secretive enjoyments the pleasure house has to offer. In the meantime, for those colleagues who like to deepen their acquaintance with each other, we went to the next-door Club Paradise. Club Paradise is not as secretive and exclusive as the restaurant of pleasures. It's a swingers club, the one where I've been last summer in the company of Linda. This earlier visit to the club is chronicled in my story Club Paradise. Linda turned out to be a regular guest there. She is our girl from marketing who organized the Christmas festivities this year.
We followed Linda through the end door of the corridor into the Club Paradise. The door itself was a recent adjustment to the place, but with the exception from the room we entered the club was as I remembered it. With play rooms on the second floor, and downstairs a bar area with a dance floor and food stalls. To the side were several alcoves, each with big couches in a U-formation around a low table. On the other end of the bar was a big orgy room, with a high round pyramid-like platform in the middle. The lay-out of the accommodation was completed with a change area with lockers and shower facilities. And through the changing room there was the pool area.
Since we had come in through the House of Pleasure already dressed to the occasion, we didn't have to use the changing room. But since this was a good time for a shower we ended there all the same. There were solo cubicles as well as showers for bigger groups. I ended up with Harold, Bibi and Nicole in a group stall. We helped each other lathering up and rinse off, using our time to get more familiar with each others bodies. The soaping up bit took al lot of time, since we made ample use of this occasion to explore each other's thus far hidden treasures. Off course I already knew Bibi's big hooters and Nicole's smallish B-sized tits, but I had never had the pleasure to admire them in the flesh, let alone fondle those beauties outside of my daydreams.
Harold and I switched the ladies a few times so we all got a good hold of each other. The ladies made themselves heard of as well, since I felt a lot of touching on my butt and down between my legs. My balls got a lot of attention, as well as my rod. At one time Bibi made sure my crown was spit spot. She knelt on the floor, withdrew my foreskin and swirled her tongue all around my tip and underneath its rim for a thorough cleaning. Apparently Nicole did the same to Harold, who moaned just as me, his hands clutching the raven black hair of Nicole at crotch height.
As the girls stood up they gave our members a good squeeze, switched places and started the procedure all over again. Off course I sported a considerable boner again after that prolonged cuddling and fondling, let alone the oral attention by two angels. But we put our skimpy cloths back on after our shower session, leaving our cravings as a promise for later.
Clad only in our briefs and the girls in their lingerie we hooked up again with the rest of our party. Cynthia had gathered the clothes from the restaurant for those of us who decided to leave. The colleagues we waved goodbye with well wishes until Sunday afternoon were Karen, Pete, Mark and Caroline. I wouldn't have mind ogling at the very lovely Caroline, our blonde secretary. Or even better still see her in some intimate action. Hopefully Sunday afternoon would cover that. And the same applied to Karen.
Corey stayed, although his physical participation was limited to drinking at the bar. Nicole, Bibi, Harold and I followed Linda, Corey and Cynthia into the bar. We settled ourselves in an empty alcove.
After a beverage Harold asked Nicole for a dance and Bibi and I followed suit. After the first song Cynthia joined us and playfully started a dance battle with Bibi for my attention. At the end they got me sandwiched between them, whispering obscene suggestions in my ears. Cynthia took liberties with my cock slipping her hand inside my briefs. With a firm grip on my dick she guided me back to our alcove.
Corey had settled at the bar and was talking to the sensual barmaid, leaving the alcove to us. Linda, Harold and Nicole were in an intimate embrace on one settee, so Bibi, Cyn and I settled ourselves on the opposite couch. A lot of petting and stroking went on, with hands going absolutely everywhere. Before long my fingers were sticky from the goo which oozed from the girls vaginas. My hands went in and out of their lingerie, sneaking my fingers in those dripping slashes. In return, they played my pleasure rod and freed me from my tight briefs. Frolicking on the couch with these two vixens was an eventful feast.
Cynthia wore a basque which stayed on, but her knickers came off as I got my fingers around the side straps and yanked them down to her feet. She immediately pushed her twat on my face, forcing me to lick her out. Not that I had any reservations. Bibi settled for my cock and started to suck on it. What a delight to feel her luscious lips engulf my manhood. How often had I envisioned this as I was sitting opposite her at my desk. Her panty-clad pussy now rubbed against my left leg. She kept her slit in close contact, so I could feel how she wiggled her fingers between us and scratched her clit. Then she put them inside her knickers and started to finger herself. Suddenly my cock was in the open again as she let my meat slip out of her mouth. She lifted her legs from my limbs and squatted over my hips. With one hand she steadied herself by holding on to Cynthia's arm, the other grabbing my pole to hold me upwards. For the second time that day my boner sank into her hot cave. Slowly she pushed her sex all the way down over my erection. Sitting down on my groin she kept me deep inside of her, uttering a profound sigh. Even though Cynthia had my head locked between her thighs and her vulva I could clearly hear Bibi's moaning. Surely Bibi had craved this moment just as much as I had.
