The Dinner Party
written by:
PrivateSelf

This is a continuation of the story, "The Christmas Party". You don't need to read the first story prior to reading "The Dinner Party", but if you enjoy this story you may want to read the other.

The Dinner Party by PrivateSelf

Stepping into the entryway, I hand my coat to the waiting butler. "Mr. Walters has been informed of your arrival and will be joining you shortly," he instructs as I take a seat in a beautiful, antique chair. My nervousness and excitement continues to build, and I recall the last time I had visited the mansion. It had been a Christmas party, and I had been the paid entertainment. It was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I had always enjoyed sex, but never had I had an experience that opened me up to such pleasures. By the end of the evening, I had displayed myself before everyone in the room as I sought pleasure, and gave pleasure. Afterwards, Mr. Walters had been pleased and informed me that I was exactly the type of woman he was looking for. I hear footsteps from down the hall and a door opens to my left. Mr. Walters steps into view and motions for me to follow.

At the end of a short hallway, Mr. Walters opens a door leading into his office and I follow him inside. Looking me over, he takes in my elegant black dress which shows off my long legs. "Remove the dress, please. I'm assuming you've received the items I sent you to wear tonight?" I unzip the dress along the side seam and let it fall to my feet before carefully picking it up and placing it over a nearby chair. Underneath, I am wearing the items Mr. Walters sent to me earlier that day. The lingerie was beautiful and expensive. A light pink that complimented my tanned skin and mahogany hair, it was both sweet and sensual at the same time. The bra was made of a wispy, gauzy fabric that cupped the bottoms of my breasts, but left the rosy tips of my nipples exposed so that they just peaked and teased over the top of the fragile material. The combination of the pale pink fabric and the rosy tips was beautiful. Below, I wore a garter belt with attached suspenders that held up the silky nylons that encased my long legs. On my feet, I wore a pair of dark pink, platform heels with a sexy strap that ran around each ankle. Framed by the suspenders, was my freshly waxed pussy. Except for a small patch of hair at the base, the entire area was as smooth as the day I was born. "Spread your legs. I want to make sure you did a good job." I open my legs and Mr. Walters runs a finger over the lips of my labia to feel the smooth surface and then runs a finger down my center to check for any missed hairs. Satisfied, he comments, "Very nice," and then moves towards a cabinet on the other side of the room. Opening a drawer, he reaches in and then pulls out a small compact. "Here, put this on so that your lips match your center." Opening up the compact, I take the brush and dip it into the gloss. I carefully outline my lips and then fill in the centers so that my now dark pink lips match the most intimate part of my body. Stepping back, Mr. Walters inspects me and then motions for me to turn around. I make a slow pivot and feel his eyes moving over my body. "You look beautiful, and I know my guests will be satisfied. The other girls are already prepared. You will act as hostess while the other girls serve my guests. Afterwards, we will all gather in the lounge to relax and talk after the meal. Angela, my head server, will be here in a minute to get you." Mr. Walters then leaves the room through a side entrance.

I wait for several minutes before a woman enters the room and hands me a robe matching her own. She then leads me to the kitchen area where plates are being prepared for the guests. "In a few minutes the guests will be seated. You will then need to remove your robe and offer them wine as we bring in the food." When the time came, I relinquished the robe and once again felt a thrill as my nakedness was exposed. Taking a tray with a bottle of chilled wine, I enter the room to begin the evening.

Upon entering the room, I see that there are five males seated at the table aside from Mr. Walters. Seeing me enter, they applaud and congratulate Mr. Walters on his selection. The men are older, but handsome. Approaching the table, I set the tray down and offer wine to each of the guests. Approaching the first man, I lean towards him in order to poor the wine into his glass. In doing so, my exposed nipples are only inches from his face and I can feel his warm glance. I move to the next guest and as I lean forward to pour his wine I feel a finger trace the crease between my buttocks before slowly running up my back. Standing up, I see that the man across the table is staring at my exposed pussy and it's like a laser beam of energy to my core. Moving on, the next two guests are in the middle of a conversation and so don't really pay attention to me as I pour their wine. Finally, I make my way around to the man who had been staring so intently earlier. Before I even have a chance to fill his glass, he reaches out and slowly runs his finger through the small tuff of hair at the entrance to me pussy. He then takes his thumb and slowly circles over the area, pressing into the sensitive bone beneath. He asks, "Aren't you going to pour my wine?"

"Of course, sir," I respond. I then stretch forward to pour the wine into his glass, and he slides his thumb over my sensitive clitoris. My body shudders in reaction and I almost forget to pull back on the wine before the glass overflows. I brace my hand on the table as the man rubs small circles over my clitoris with his thumb. Looking up, the man across the table is watching as my labored breaths cause my chest to rise and fall, the twin spots of rose playing hide and seek with the gauzy material. I meet his eyes and he smiles and blows me a kiss. Removing his thumb from my center, the man next to me leans back and wipes my juices onto the cloth napkin beside his plate.

"She's a pretty one," the man comments to Mr. Walters, who nods and then motions for me to fill his glass. I take a moment to recover and then move to Mr. Walters' side to pour his drink. While I'm doing so, the four other girls enter with two large trays. Having removed their robes, they are now wearing next to nothing. Their outfits amount to a series of crisscrossed, black, leather straps that leave their breasts completely exposed with only a narrow strap for a thong panty. I had never seen anything so sexy. The woman served the food before stepping back to allow the men to enjoy the meal. Joining them, I watch as the men eat the well-prepared meal. As the men's wine glasses grow empty, I step forward to refill their glasses. Having become more relaxed due to the fine food and drink, the men became more forward and each time I bend forward to refill their glasses, I feel a hand caress a buttock, or the back of my thighs, or even a breast. As I approached the more forward man from earlier, he wrapped his arm around my waist and then buries his face between my breasts. He nuzzles my breasts before finally nudging the gauzy material out of the way and sucking my turgid nipple into his mouth. My legs tremble as he runs his tongue around the nipple and then flicks it several times. He then alternates between gently biting down on the nipple while tonguing it and sucking on the nipple. Unable to help myself, I rock my hips back and forth as the onlookers enjoyed the show. He then switches to the other nipple before turning me to face the watching men. "Spread your legs." Lost in a sensual daze, I open my legs farther apart.

"Touch yourself."

Not understanding, I place me hands over my breasts and rub my fingers over my aching nipples. The men watch as I fondle my breasts, squeezing my nipples between my finger tips and flicking the tips with my nails.

"Not there,...below. Touch your pussy"

I slide one of my hands over my rib cage and down my center until I am rubbing my clitoris with my finger.

"Tell these men how wet you are."

I moan and say that I am very wet.

"Look at them. Tell them how wet you are and how much you want to feel their large penises inside you."

Opening my eyes, I look at the men as they watch me fondle myself. "I'm very wet and want to feel your penises inside me."

"Very good, now why don't you help the girls bring in the dessert."

Stunned, I stand there frozen in a sensuous haze. A slap on the behind startles me, and I quickly follow the other girls as the men laugh. Grabbing the dessert plates, we return to the dining room. As one of the girls is placing a plate in front of one of the guests, he grabs her wrist and forces her onto his lap. Laughing, he indicates that she should help him with his dessert and so the woman starts feeding him the decadent mix of chocolate and cream. As she does so, the man runs his hands over her exposed breasts. He then takes a finger and dips it into the creamy dessert and runs it around each of her nipples before licking up the decadent goodness.

Another man motions for a woman to join him at the table. Positioning the girl at the edge of the table, he removes her thong underwear and then smears the chocolate dessert over her pussy. Indicating for another woman to join him, they both begin to lick the woman's center as she leans back over the table and cries out. The man from before approaches me and stands behind me. Sliding his hands around me waist, he pulls me back against his chest. I can feel his hard member pushing into my back as his hands run over my breasts. "Look at how excited they are." He motions towards the man sucking and licking the woman's breasts. First using his fingers to twist and excite my nipples, he then lowers the straps of my bra and pushes it down to expose my breasts completely. "You're breasts are lovely, full and round." Reaching back, he unhooks and removes my bra, leaving me in only my garters and heels. "Stretch your arms up around my neck and spread your legs." I do so and it causes my breasts to rise even more and my back to arch. I feel so exposed and vulnerable standing like this, hiding nothing. Another man approaches and gets down on his knees in front of me. I feel his hands on the inside of my thighs as he spreads my legs even further apart. I feel him kiss and lick the sensitive skin on the insides of my knees before moving up along my thighs. He gently bites and I thrust my hips forward, needing release from the ache building in my stomach. He licks the crease where my center meets my leg, and I cry out when instead of next kissing my center, he instead starts kissing down the inside of my other leg. Meanwhile, the man behind me is massaging my breasts and twisting my nipples to almost the point of pain. Looking up, I find his mouth and seek out his tongue, drawing it into my own mouth and sucking on it. The man below has finally found my center and I can feel is tongue twirl around and flick my clitoris. He grasps my hips to control their movement as I buck and tremble due to my desire. I feel the familiar tightening in my stomach as warmth spreads through my body. Shuddering, I moan as wave after wave rolls through my body.

The man behind me pushes me forward until I am supporting myself by leaning onto a chair. I then feel the walls of my vagina stretch as he slowly pushes his way inside my body. Grasping my hips, he slowly enters and leaves my body. I feel something brush against my face and look up to see the penis of the man who had just given me so much pleasure. I lick the head of his penis, tasting the salty cum before taking it into my mouth. The man grasps my hair and directs my movements as the second man thrusts into me from behind. Leaning over, the man behind me reaches around to fondle my breasts with one hand while rubbing my clitoris with the other. I can feel the warmth in my stomach start to build again, but slower this time, and I know that this will be an amazing orgasm. The two men begin to work as a team as their timing aligns. As I am pummeled from the man fucking me from behind, this causes me to take the second man deeper into my mouth. The slow burning in my stomach grows and my body starts to shudder. I start seeing black spots behind my eyes as the blood pounds into my head. The man behind me shudders and I can feel his seed blend with my own juices as I cry out with my own orgasm. At that moment, the man in front of me cums, and his seed squirts into my mouth. I swallow as quickly as I can as all three of us orgasm together and then collapse onto the floor.

"If everyone is ready for brandy, we'll move into the lounge," Mr. Walters opens the door and directs everyone down the hall. Looking up from my position on the floor, I see the women giggle before scrambling out of the room. I follow, making a quick stop into the bathroom to clean myself up. Feeling more refreshed, I rejoin the group in the lounge and Mr. Walters directs me to poor everyone a brandy. I do so and then sit on a low settee. The other women are spread throughout the room, one sitting behind one of the males with her arms and legs wrapped around him and another lying on a sofa. Still recovering from the previous activities, I lean back and close my eyes. Mr. Walters nods and one of the women gets up and joins me on the settee. She begins to stroke my hair and it feels very relaxing. The sensual experiences I've shared with these people have left me immodest of my nakedness. I lay my head on the woman's lap as she continues to stoke my hair. Very gently, I feel one of her hands start to stroke my body. I open my eyes and she slides a finger over my mouth, shushing me, telling me to just enjoy it. Closing my eyes again, I feel her hands slowly caress my arms and neck before moving down to my breasts and stomach. Turning my head, I gently kiss her abdomen just above her mons. I can smell the musky sent of her desire. Leaning over, she sweetly kisses me before leaning back and letting her hands gently explore my body. Relaxing under her caresses and pampering, I shift slightly, allowing my legs to open. Taking this as an invitation, she moves her hand to gently cup my mons and caress my center with her finger tips. Not the aggressive approach of a heated man, but the sweet caressing stroke of a sensual artist. Running her hand back up my body, I can feel the slick juices trail over my skin as she gently runs her hands over my ribs and then gently strokes my nipples. Opening my eyes, I can see that one of the women is sitting on the lap of one of the men and is slowing impaling herself on his thick member. Everything feels in slow motion as the woman below me switches positions to lie alongside me with her head near my hip. I feel her lips on my stomach and legs before she starts placing gentle kisses along the opening of my legs. I feel her tongue dart out to caress the sensitive nub hidden there and I spread my legs farther apart to give her better access. Moving to lay half on top of me, she licks and teases until I'm rocking my hips. A new experience for me, from my position I can see that she is excited and wet as well. Wanting to share in the experience, I slowly run my finger over her exposed center and she shifts so that her knees lie on either side of my head. I keep stroking with my finger until her movements match my own and I can tell she is equally as excited. Never having done this before, I pull her hips forward until I can gently stroke her center with my tongue. A shiver goes down her body, exciting me, and I feel her suck my clitoris hard in response. More confident, I lick and swirl my tongue around her clitoris until we're both moaning and trembling. Reaching down, I caress her breasts and pull on her nipples until I feel her start to shudder. She mirrors my actions and it is enough to send me over the edge into a slow, rolling orgasm. As I cum, I continue to lick her center until she joins me in release. Turning around, she curls up against my side and we cuddle as we watch the rest of the people in the room find their own release.