She had no clothing under her coatdress except the black elastic-top thigh high stockings. Just some small silver chains spring-clipped to her nipples. There was also a fine silver chain arched between the two clips, spanning the distance between her nipples. They sparkled in the light at her slightest movement. The chains matched the ones dangling from her ear rings and the ankle bracelet that encircled her left ankle outside her stocking. The stockings and black suede stiletto-heeled pumps were her only clothing after she removed the coatdress and placed it on a hanger in the anteroom.
Her male companion took longer to undress even though he hadn't bothered to wear underwear. When he was completely naked he stepped close to the fully dressed middle-aged woman sitting in an occasional chair with a table along side it. Two small gold rings shone from the foreskin of his penis catching the light from the lamp on the table beside the seated woman. She alcohol-swabbed the side of his penis and expertly pushed the fine needle of a small hypodermic syringe into the site she had just sterilized. After slowly injecting him she withdrew the needle and swabbed away the pink stain of blood that formed at the site of the puncture.
The nearly naked woman obtained two sets of cards from her purse and handed one set to her male companion. "I'd give you a card anytime," he smiled at her as she adjusted the black feather boa to cover as much of her breasts and crotch as she could.
"And that's gonna get you more than a card or two," she replied gazing at his penis that was rapidly becoming erect.
"My goodness, your eyes are glazed over like you are daydreaming or remembering something quite intense in the past," he commented to her.
"I was," she said as she reached out and took his penis in her hand. "I love to watch it grow. It's amazing. So big and stiff and powerful," she said as she squeezed him. She held him for another minute and finally let go when she knew he would stand straight out even without her hand on him.
He followed her into the main room. He liked to watch the men look at her. There were perhaps thirty people in the room in little conversational clusters of four or five or six. They were all naked or as nearly naked as he and his companion. All of the men had erect penises. A fully clothed waiter offered them glasses of champagne from a tray within seconds.
They were approached by a couple who were obviously assigned the duty of greeting new arrivals. They introduced themselves by first name only...he was Thumper and she called herself Deep... Hello, I'm Gold Rings and this is Boa.
Thumper started the conversation by asking if he and his companion had been to any of the groups previous gatherings. He was visually devouring his companion, Boa. And she was playing with him by slowly moving her champagne glass from one hand to the other giving him glimpses of her breasts, fine flat belly, firm thighs and slim hips under the boa. She glanced at his erect penis and smiled.
The woman, Deep, was fairly attractive. Her brown hair was piled on top of her head making her look taller. She was wearing a black velvet choker around her neck and a matching sash around her waist. It was tied with a single overhand knot in the center of her waist and the tails partially concealed her shaved crotch.. She too was wearing black elastic-top stockings and high heels. She pursed her lips as if she were making an 'eeew' sound as she looked at Gold Rings's hard cock pointing straight at her. "You two a couple or just here together casually?" Gold Rings asked.
"A little of each," Deep replied returning her eyes to his. "How about you," Mr. Gold Rings," she asked as her eyes dropped to below his waist.
"Just casual," he lied.
"Good, I'd like to try you," she said to his penis.
It was not only bad manners but against club rules to refuse. After all, that's what the gathering was all about. He glanced toward an unoccupied love seat against the wall and pointed to it. There was a coffee table in front of the love seat and near it was a short, stout wooden stool about eighteen inches high. She took a condom from the dish on the coffee table, unwrapped it and installed it on him carefully so she wouldn't tear the skin where the gold rings pierced his foreskin.
'Not foreskin right now' he thought to himself because the rings were a good third of the way down his shaft from the head. After she lubricated the condom he sat on the stool while she wiped the excess from her hands with a couple of tissues. Then she straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his stiff, gleaming cock.. As she moved down onto him she said, "Oooh..." then after a short pause when they were both still, slowly counted out loud "one... two... three... four... five ah."
