Every year William and I hold our "Come as You Bizarre" party. Everyone is required to dress in a way they never would in real life, in a way that would make their friends laugh, cry or recoil in shock. Last year I was a Playboy bunny, the year before, a scantily clad wench. This year, I chose a skin tight black wet-look catsuit, one that showed off every single curve of my body. I wanted William to take one look at me and get rock hard (and oh, could he get
rock
hard!)
This year William chose a biker motif: white t-shirt (a nice, tight one at that!) leather jacket and tight leather pants. When he first tried on the outfit I wanted to leap on him and screw the hell out of him. Well, actually, I did. But that's another story!
We prepped the house and waited with great anticipation the arrival of our guests. Several showed up early (there were always some; maybe they were afraid someone would be dressed just like them and wanted to avoid the embarrassment? Or maybe they just liked to party!) Bob and Lisa were dressed as a pimp and his ho, Sarah showed up as nurse...in a very skimpy outfit. She had the legs for it. Others showed up as exotic dancers, some as demons or witches (it wasn't technically a Halloween party, but some people automatically got in that mode,) one as a Goth chick, another as Waldo.
The party evolved as pretty much all the Come as You Bizarre's did, with games and drinks and some sneaking out back for...whatever. With such a proliferation of sexy and erotic outfits there was bound to be some groping. Barely a year goes by when I don't find someone rolling around on the pool table, skinny dipping in the pool or having a quick fuck in one of the bedrooms. It's expected, so we're always prepared for it...clean sheets, clean toys and plenty of condoms (the good ones!)
The night progressed and eventually everyone wore themselves out and went home. William and I checked around to make sure we were alone, and then headed for the bedroom. Once there, his hands immediately started to caress my body. The feel of his strong hands sliding over my tight catsuit started my blood rushing, my skin tingling and my pussy throbbing. My breathing got heavy and ragged as his hand began to rub my clit through the thin material. I'm sure he could feel how wet I was already. I grabbed his shoulders and marveled at the feel of them through the leather. The fact that I could feel his muscles through the jacket was a testament to his exercises! He pulled me roughly against him (I LOVE when he gets all rough and manly with me) and kissed me long and hard, our tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouth. I had to have him inside me, but he had other plans for the moment.
He grabbed a handful of hair in one fist, reaching down with the other to unzip his fly. William never wore underwear, a fact I relished. It made it so easy to feel the contours of his big cock through anything he was wearing; yes, even leather pants. He pulled out his already hard rod and I gasped, knowing what was to come. Still holding my hair he reached with his other now free hand, placed it on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. The tip of his cock was glistening with pre cum; I love the taste of his pre cum...there's nothing else like it in the world! I opened my mouth and licked up that delicious dollop with the tip of my tongue. William moaned softly and I knew immediately what he was going to do. He grabbed his cock, positioned it at my mouth and pushed my head onto it with his other hand. His cock is so big I can feel it squeak as it goes through my teeth and pushes its way into my throat. He tenses his muscles and his dick swells, filling my mouth even more, just when I thought it was not possible.
He let me moved slowly up and down the shaft, lubing it with my mouth. When he couldn't take the slow, wonderful agony any more he tightened his grip on my hair and started thrusting my head back and forth on his cock, face fucking me with everything he's got. I once had a girlfriend say she didn't understand why any woman would want a man pulling her hair. I tried to explain the fantastic feeling of raw sexual power it gave, but she wasn't understanding. Maybe she just needs someone like William to take her and do it to her. I think a lot of sexual taboos would fall by the wayside if people did that; just let it happen. As long as no one gets hurt, it's all good!
William slowed down; I could tell he didn't want to blow his wad just then. I was a little disappointed; I think it's so hot when he comes in my mouth (or on my face, or on my tits, or on my belly, or on my pussy, or in my pussy...!) He pulled me up off my knees so I was standing in front of him. Without taking his eyes off mine, he stripped out of his jacket, his shirt, and his pants. Standing in front of me, stark naked in all his manliness, his cock standing out like a huge piece of rock-hard lumber, I wanted him inside me, and this time I was going to get my wish. I unzipped the catsuit and let him peel it off of me. William admired my body for a brief moment, then, sliding his hands gently down my sides, he got on his knees and pulled my pussy to his mouth. He began that wonderful sucking/tongue stroking thing he does that drives me insane when we both heard a sound from the corner of the room.
William stood up, his cock still standing erect, and we both turned to find the source of the noise. There, in a large chair in the corner of the room, someone stirred. We hadn't noticed them because the corner had been engulfed in shadow and we were...otherwise occupied. The shape stretched, stood up, came forward and quickly resolved itself into Sophie, a mutual friend we had known for years.
Sophie was what you might call a "free spirit." There was little that Sophie wouldn't try at least once. She was dressed to kill; her petite body was in a tight neon green dress held together more by sheer willpower than by material. Her curly brown hair framed her face and even I couldn't help noticing her nipples were straining against the material. She yawned, surveyed the scene (William and I were still standing there, stark naked, his cock at full attention, my pussy still slick with juices.) "Mmm...nice," she observed, looking at William's cock. "Do you mind?" she asked me as she got on her knees, grabbed his penis and sucked it into her mouth, her ruby red lips sinking all the way to the base (not an easy feat!) William gasped in surprise and grabbed my arm.
Sophie had always been at our parties, and more than once she had joked about joining William and me as we fucked. At least, I had assumed at the time she was joking. Sophie is the kind of girl who likes to shock you just a little, then step back and giggle innocently. She wasn't giggling now. In fact, she was doing an expert job on my man's cock, and surprisingly I wasn't upset. William was trying hard not to enjoy it, but by the look on his face and the way Sophie was working his enormous shaft, I could tell he was.
I probably should have been even more shocked when I felt Sophie's hand on the back of my leg. She was gently stroking my leg as she did the same with William's manhood. I didn't notice at first, but my breathing had once again gone deep and ragged, a sure sign I was aroused. The sight of his cock disappearing into our friend's mouth along with the quite erotic feel of her hand on my leg was getting me turned on. Part of me (a BIG part!) thought I should stop this right now (something must be wrong with this!) but there was a little voice inside saying, "Why not? What could it really hurt?" As Sophie's soft, gentle hand made its way up to the curve of my ass, I decided to let the little voice win. I'm glad I did!