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!