The Christmas Party
written by:
PrivateSelf

I read the ad from a popular online listing again, "Looking for new house girls. Must be sexy, fun, and enjoy sex. VERY good wages." I was desperate for a source of income. I had finished college a year ago. But when the economy went south, I lost my job and have been in a severe financial bind in trying to pay my college loans and other bills. After unsuccessfully trying to make ends meet by working several part-time jobs, I needed to try something different. Although scared to death, the income promised by the ads originator, Mr. Walters, gave me hope that I would be able to at least meet my financial obligations with money left to spare. Trying to make the best of things, I called Mr. Walters and he invited me to a "try-out". He was hosting a Christmas party and needed girls to work at the party. Nothing to difficult he said, just come and be prepared to have fun.

Walking up to the large mansion, I ring the doorbell and wait until the door is opened by a person who I assume must be the butler. He motions for me to enter and then guides me to a room in the back of the house where a group of other young women are waiting. Doing a quick count, I realize that there are six other women and all of them are beautiful. Just then, an energetic man enters the room and looks around at the women gathered. "Yes, you all will do nicely. Beautiful, each and every one of you. I am Mr. Walters and I thank you for attending this audition. You will be judged based on the enjoyment that you provide for my guests. Bring them drinks, talk with them, entertain them and in general do everything you can to make the evening an unforgettable experience." He then motions to a rack of clothing in the corner and tells us that these are our uniforms for the night and that we are not to wear anything but what is included in the uniform. He then leaves the room and the group of us wanders over to see about our uniforms. I grab one on the end and realize it is a "Santa Baby" type costume, a strapless red bra with faux white fur trim and a short red skirt with the same white trip along the bottom edge. In boxes above the rack of cloths are underwear and shoes. I grab the boxes with my correct size and then move away from the rack of clothing to a corner on the other side of the room. Opening up the box of underwear, I realize it is made of black lace and it is the "cheeky" style panty that leaves the bottom half of the buttocks exposed. Looking around the room, I see that the other woman are in various stages of undress and so I pull off my shirt and jeans and then remove my bra to replace it with the red bra provided. My breasts are a little on the large side and so I look down to make sure they aren't spilling out the top of the bra. Unfortunately, they are, and I grow a little concerned that I might pop out of the top. Shrugging off my nerviousness, I pull on the skirt. It falls low on the hips and shows off my sexy abs and the jewelry in my naval piercing, as well as, the small tattoo on my lower abdomen of a heart. The bottom of the skirt ends high on my upper thighs, basically just covering my privates, and I knew that I had to look sexy as hell in my near nakedness. Slipping off my panties, I replaced them with the black lace pair and then walked over to a mirror hanging on the wall. Standing with my back to the mirror, I look over my shoulder to see just how short the skirt is in back. Realizing that just be bending over slight, the bottom half of my cheeks are exposed to anyone looking. Turning around to face the mirror, I take in the full affect and realize that I am an object of decadence, a Christmas package under the tree just waiting to be unwrapped. My long, somewhat curly, mahogany tresses extend down to wrap around the tops of my breasts, and the tasteful makeup I had chosen earlier enhances the overall look.

Just then, Mr. Walters walks back into the room without knocking and looks around at the girls in their various stages of undress. The youngest of the group, a pretty blond, had yet to put her top on, and seeing the man enter the room, she gave a little yelp and then instinctively covered her perky breasts with her hands. Seeing this, Mr. Walters walks over to the young woman and places his hands on her wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her body. He then gazes at her breasts for a long minute before leaning in to whisper in her ear. I see him drop her wrists and then move one of his hands to gently caress one of the sweet globes. The girl gives him a coy look and then impulsively leans in to kiss him on the cheek. He nods his head and smiles before turning to the rest of the group, "In the next few minutes, I will need everyone to make their way to the ballroom where my guests are gathering. My butler will arrive shortly to take you to the entrance and you will enter as a group to the enjoyment of my guests!" He then exits the room and I grab the box of shoes and slip them onto my feet, extending my long legs another four inches. I then proceed to the entrance where the other women are gathering with the butler.

From inside the ballroom, I hear the music switch to Kylie Minogue singing ‘Santa Baby' as the butler opens the doors and we enter into the room. The crowd applauds and a few men cat call as we enter the beautifully decorated room. The butler motions for us to grab trays of drinks that have been set up near the door, and so grabbing my tray, I approach the guests and start offering refreshments. A number of the men flirt and stare at my assets on display and a few stray hands give me a pat on the butt as I pass, but otherwise the guests are on good behavior and I begin to relax. Down to my last few drinks, I approach a handsome man and a middle-aged couple. The husband and wife each take a drink and then the good looking man takes the entire tray, hands a glass to me and then takes a glass for himself. He then gives the tray to a passing waiter.

"You should drink. Mr. Walters spares no expense and the food and wine are always excellent at his parties." The man tells me. Taking his advice, I take a sip of the wine. Finding it to be very good, I take a few more drinks and feel myself begin to relax. The woman is watching me closely and I feel myself begin to get warm as she continues to stare at my large breasts and exposed body. She then reaches out and pushes my hair back on one side of my face, running her finger tips behind my ear and then along my neck and shoulder so that my hair falls down my back.

"You're very beautiful. Don't you agree Henry?" She says turning to her husband. He nods his head in agreement as the woman trails her fingers down the front of my chest to caress the exposed skin of my breasts. She then runs her hand along my stomach to caress the skin above the short skirt. Moving to stand beside me, I feel her hand drift under the back of my skirt and caress my exposed buttocks while talking to her husband. "I always love Mr. Walters' parties. He provides the best entertainment." Looking around, I see that several of the other women were in similar positions as myself and one had even had her top removed by a guest who was suckling and kissing her breasts for anyone to see.

Seeing where my eyes had wandered, the handsome man first watches the couple and then leans over to say quietly in my ear, "Isn't it beautiful how uninhibited she is? To see a woman so free and confident is so sexy. Does it make you hot to watch them as well?" I could already feel my pulse racing. Just knowing that the woman was openly caressing my body while the two men watched was enough to make my underwear wet, but watching the woman being kissed and fondled in front of everyone made me want to rip off my own top and drag the man's mouth to my chest. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I became more aroused. The man then leaned over and started kissing my neck as the woman's husband watched. I felt the woman leave me and opening my eyes, I saw her return to her husband who promptly enwrapped her in a passionate embrace. Moving his lips up my neck to my ear, the man whispered, "You've made them incredibly excited. How does that make you feel?"

"Excited," I respond as I look in his eyes. Taking my hand, he leads me to the dance floor where several couples have started to dance to the slow music being played by the dj. Pulling me into his arms, my breasts are pressed into his chest and his hands run several times over my back before settling on my hips and butt, pulling me into his body. You're not the only one who's excited he jokes as he pulls me in tight so that I can feel his large erection against my stomach. Slipping his hands under my skirt, he begins where the woman left off by first caressing my exposed butt cheeks and then running his hands under the edge of my panties before finally pushing them up to expose more of my butt. I can feel the back of my skirt rise with his movements and know that I'm being exposed to anyone looking. We sway in time to the music and the man slips a leg between my own to rub against my mons. I begin to shake and feel a puddle of moisture gather between my legs. Looking up with my half closed eyes, the man first kisses my lips and then bends over to kiss the tops of my breasts. I feel a slight tug as one of my breasts pops free from the bra and then the man removes one of his hands to push my breast towards his mouth. Leaning back in his arms, I have one hand holding onto his arm for balance and the other wrapped around his neck to hold him to my aching nipple. Oblivious to the people watching us, I bend further back, offering myself to the man who is making me so incredibly turned on. I feel the man move down my body to kiss my stomach, groaning at the loss of his mouth and hands on my breast. I then feel a tug as my underwear is removed and a streak of moisture runs down the inside of my thigh. The man first pushes the front of my skirt up to place a kiss directly onto my shaved mons before leaning in to lick at the moisture on my inner thigh. He then stands up holding my underwear in his hand, holding up his prize for all to see. "I think I'll be keeping these." He says as he smiles, gives me a kiss, and then walks away.

Confused, I'm left standing in the middle of the dance floor with one of my breasts exposed and no underwear. Quickly adjusting my top, I grab another glass of wine and quickly drink it. Contemplating drinking another, Mr. Walters approaches with a tall gangly man. "My friend Robert saw you on the dance floor and wanted to be introduced. He's a very good friend and business partner so please be nice and show him a good time." On most occasions, I probably wouldn't have found the man attractive, not because he was bad looking, but because he seemed to lack confidence. But at this point, I was so turned on from the prior antics on the dance floor that all I wanted was for someone to stick their penis inside me and fuck me until I cum.

"I was watching you dance on the dance floor. Would you mind removing your top so I can see your breasts?" Taken aback by his directness, I'm slow to respond before finally nodding my head yes. Robert quickly turns me around and unhooks the back of my top, leaving me completely exposed to everyone in the room. He then leads be over and sits in a chair before pulling me between his legs. He first caresses my breasts with his hands, rolling my nipples between his finger tips. Leaning in, he sucks my right nipple into his mouth and gently bites and flicks the nipple with his tongue even as he continues to caress my other breast with his hand. I throw my head back and gasp as his hands and mouth continue their onslaught on my senses. My body shakes violently and I can feel the tension gather in my stomach. Sensing I'm about to lose control, Robert backs away and moves his hands to my hips. As I watch, he slowly raises my skirt and with a single finger reaches between my legs to feel my center. "You are sopping wet. The liquid is starting to trickle down your thighs. Did he do this to you or did I?"

"Both of you," I pant, "Please...finish...I need it."

"Hmmm, I want to see if I can make you want it even more." He then reaches up to casually coat my nipples with the wetness on his finger before placing his other hand on my hip and slipping the finger into my center to slowly enter and exit my body. "Open your eyes and look around. Look at all the people watching us." Following his instructions, I open my eyes to see that a crowd has gathered around us and several males were openly massaging their penises in order to seek relief. The married couple from earlier were among them. "You feel amazing. Your warm tightness and all that liquid heat wrapped around my finger, it's going to feel amazing when I enter you." Removing his finger, he runs it slowly over my clitoris, almost causing me to climax. He then leans in to caress my nipples with his mouth again, licking and teasing until I'm ready to scream. Looking down, I see that he has opened and unzipped his pants and his surprisingly large penis is now exposed. "I think you know what to do with this," he says as he pushes me gently to my knees. Taking his penis in my hand, I slowly bring it to my mouth. Bent over like I am, I can feel a breeze in the room drift over my exposed pussy and knew that everyone could see every intimate detail, including the glistening wetness. Moving my mouth over his turgid member, Robert grasps my hair to control the pace as he gives instructions to spread my knees farther apart, saying that the onlookers were enjoying the view. I followed his command, and soon afterwards, first fingers spreading my labia and then a tongue as someone began to lick and suck on my clitoris. Robert's penis in my mouth was just enough of a distraction to keep me from cumming. I continue with the double onslaught, until finally, Robert pulls me up and instructs me to straddle him. Not wasting any time, I quickly move into position and lower myself over his throbbing cock. To far gone now to go slowly, I slam down on his member again and again, grinding my clitoris into his pelvic bone until at last I feel the tension explode from my abdomen and I scream in release. Robert then grabs my hips and forces me to make several additional pumps with my hips until he too finds release. I collapse onto his chest as I feel the warm liquid from his seed start to leak from my body. Gathering me close, Robert runs soothing hands over my back. Looking back, I see the woman from earlier wiping at the edges of her mouth and knew she had been the one licking my center and driving my wild a few moments ago. Other than her, I see several males returning their now flaccid members to their pants. From the edge of the crowd, Mr. Walters walks over and helps me up from Robert's lap, looking me up and down in my disheveled state. My hair is a mess from Robert pulling at it, my mouth has a ring of moisture around it from sucking on his cock, and cum is leaking down my legs. Casually caressing my breast with one hand while holding a glass of wine in the other, Mr. Walters comments, "Yes, you are exactly what I'm looking for. Consider yourself hired."