I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in Graham's apartment. My makeup and perfume was strewn all over the counter as I did my best to create the perfect level of seductiveness with the black eye liner. Graham had come home from work ecstatic. He handed me a gorgeously wrapped box which when opened, revealed the sexiest dress I've ever seen. He told me to quickly shower and put on the dress, ignoring me when I asked why.
The dress was a creamy colour consisting of a scarf like piece of material that came around my neck to cover each of my breasts. It then wrapped around me to cover my arse and crotch. Each strip of material did little to hide my large E cup breasts and I was proud of the way they hung just outside of the material almost showing off my saucepan nipples. The dress only covered the top part of my thighs and my soft round bum cheeks were just visible at the back.
As I finished applying my makeup, Graham had got into the shower. He left the curtain open and I smiled to myself as I was given a great view of his firm bum. Mr Miller and I had been dating for three months now. Most of the time we were at his apartment, naked, but he treated me like we were very much in a real relationship. The 28 year age difference had become a real turn on for me. I now found myself looking at other much older men and imagining what it would be like to fuck them.
Graham also liked to regularly drop hints about 'sharing' me with other men and tell me how I would make a great gang slut. I admit the idea of being used and fucked by a group of men was becoming more and more arousing to me. I had never considered it before, but now that Graham had awakened the whore in me I was definitely up for it. We talked about it a lot, imagining hands all over my breasts, ass and pussy; rubbing and pulling at me as big cocks were being pushed into my face... By that point the conversation would have me so turned on I would cum.
"Where exactly are we going? You dress me up like this and don't tell me anything" I said pointing to my dress as we pulled away from the drive in his car.
As I'd sat down the dress had risen up exposing my bare pink pussy lips to the warm air in the car. I always kept my pussy shaved and it was quite puffy, the lips protecting my swelling bud. Graham turned to smile seductively at me, his deep brown eyes drifting down my voluptuous form to gaze at my crouch.
"You look stunning Amanda. We're going to a party tonight," he paused briefly as his eyes returned to the road, "and you're the present."
As I mulled his comments over in my mind I began to realise exactly what kind of party it would be. But who was I a present for? My mind started to conjure the scene Graham had painted for me during our many love making sessions. My pussy began to moisten noticeably and my legs parted just a little to allow the draft of air being pushed out of the car fans to travel between my thighs and caress my mound. As we drove through the traffic I became more aroused. Unconsciously, I parted my legs wider and began massaging my thighs with both hands.
Graham noticed before I did. "Mmm, the boys will definitely appreciate how eager you are my dear," he reached over and cupped my mound with his large hand as he spoke.
Assuming all pretence was now gone, I asked with a soft moan, "And who are the boys?"
As Graham's hand began to gently massage he replied, "Well you don't know all of them, only Mr. Lars and Mr. Dawson. The other three are just some friends we play poker with."
I sat up suddenly nervous, "Dawson and Lars? But they teach at the college!"
Graham chuckled shaking his head. His hand was still groping at my pussy, and a small patch of dampness was now visible on the car seat.
"Don't worry Amanda. They have heard all about you and can't wait to get to know you better. Besides, they're my good friends, and I know you'll like them."
I didn't know what to say, but in the back of my mind I was even more excited that I only knew a few of the men who I would be with tonight. Mr. Dawson was a rather short, chubby man with very short black hair and his round face always wore a friendly smile for me. I was sure he was in his 50's but not sure of his exact age. Graham talked of him and Mr. Lars often as they had been friends for a long time. Mr. Lars, however, was 62 years old. I knew this because Graham and I had gone to his birthday last week. He was quite good looking and was very tall and lean. His grey hair was thick and curly, the kind you want to run your fingers through.
We drove the rest of the way in silence while I tried to picture the other two lecturers naked and Graham talked about art. His hand continued to rub my bare pussy for the entire drive and he never once parted my lips, just caressed me lovingly. The house we stopped at was quite secluded. It was down its own lane and a few minutes away from the nearest house. The letter box outside the house read 'Lars'. So, I thought to myself, Mr. Lars was hosting this little 'party' was he?
We hurried to the front door, Graham's arm protecting me from most of the cold as we knocked. We waited a moment and then entered the house. The house was beautiful. On the outside I could faintly see that it was made of wood and once inside I was greeted by the beautiful deep red of the wooden walls. Straight ahead of me was a small hall through which I could see a kitchen. On my left was a modern style living room and to my right a staircase leading upstairs. As we walked down the hall into the kitchen I could hear light music playing, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from.
