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Afterparty in the large sitting room of our hostess. We had the good light dinner, now the atmosphere is relaxed, conversation flows freely, everybody is happy. We sit on the lounge, I wear my suit, you have your elegant evening robe. You drink sherry, I sip my single malt. You slowly stroke my erect dick, liberated from my trousers, but it is not the center of my or your attention. Both you and I contributes to the debate, your remarks are as witty as usual, my comments are more thoughtful.

As much as we enjoy pleasant company, we also enjoy those touches. I relish your palm and fingers fondling my cock, you like the feeling of my soft hardiness and and slow trobbing. We may have sex anytime we want, so there is no anxiety or pressing, we do it because we want, not because we have opportunity.

Our roles are ambiguous in this moment. It may look as if you are the owner of my dick and just love to tease me and show I am your possesion in public. On the other hand, very easily you could be a doll pleasing her master. Or we are just having good time, feeling relaxed in this circle of friends who consider sex not a necessity but an art, as may be observed by the amount of naked skin and activities around us.

Mentioned activities are decent in this moment. The company enjoys predominantly the debate now, some society topic brought from the dining table. Kissing is limited so anybody can promptly react and touching is not overwhelming. The woman in the armchair next to us has her breast exposed, her partner slowly fondling them in his hands. Another lady has her thighs groped by two men sitting on her sides. Still another one is lying curled on the sofa, her head on the lap of her spouse, breathing on his cock. A girl in a cocktail dress kneels on the carpet at the hostess feet, freed from heeled shoes, but wrapped in dark stockings, and licks them thoroughly, including the soles.

Nobody’s in hurry. The night is young, no need for any impatiance. The young male servant takes care about our drinks, but nobody wants to get intoxicated - not with alcohol. About one hour passes in this relaxed mood, it may be around midnight.

Conversation slowly mutes down and I may concentrate more on what your hand is doing. The throbbing in my dick gradually intensifies and you notice it - by the sensation in your palm and by the time I said nothing. In this moment you decide to remain decent and address the hostess: “Jane, would you please?”

The hostess stops petting her girl and raises her head. She understands immediately your request.

“But of course … Miriam!”

She commands the girl just with her eyes. The girl stops licking, stands up and steps to the firm old table made from dark oak wood. The hostess put on her shoes and follows.

“Bend and lift your dress!”

Unlike her mistress the girl is barefooted and has no stockings. In fact, she wears nothing but the dress - it may be seen immediately after she rolled her dress up her belly. She is lesbian and she is not happy with the situation. But she also adores her mistress and will do anything what her mistress asks for or command her, so she resignedly put the upper half of her body on the table desk, standing on her tiptoes. Most of the visitors could see her from the side.

Accompanied by you, precisely speaking led by my cock, I approach her from behind. You guide my erect member slowly into her pussy. The girl inhales and turns her face away from the room. The hostess grasps her hair and softly, slowly, as if just reminding her, turns her head back so she can see her audience and the spectators can see her expression in return. She is blushing deeply and everybody understands this is her debut. Smiles appear on many faces.

I appreciate what would any man appreciate being in pussy of young, not overly used girl and reluctant girl. I do not push hard, I relish that delicate sensations, resistance combined with willingness. I take my time. I regret a bit the girl just not enjoy the fucking, but her pleasure comes from different source, this is not my place to resolve it. After an hour of your preparation it does not take me long to spurt, especially when encouraged by your hand on my shoulder. In the moment I narrow my eyes reaching the climax you steal my mouth and shove your tongue deep inside. Making love in proxy is such a thrill.

I take out my cock and wipe it on the girl’s asscheeks. Then I hide it though I am sure it will be out again sooner than later. The girl tries to straighten but her mistress keeps hear head firmly pushed against the table. She looks around the room: “Anybody else?”

Two men raise from their seats and steps closer. Their spouses take this opportunity to sit together, hug and start making out gradually during the scene. With a nod one gentleman let the other start.

The girl is definitely unhappy when the man unbutton his trousers and starts raping her hole again. Her mistress notices, lowers her head to the girl’s ear and whispers something while the man dick slides in and out, making smacking noise, soft, but clearly audible in the silence. Hostess’ whispering definitely affects the girl. After few words her body tenses even more and you can see undisguised fear in her eyes. But then her expression relaxes and as more and more sentences from her mistress flow into her brain, she even starts enjoying the fuck. Everybody in the room is so curious about what she hears and I am not sure whether to be happy or unhappy she was just a suffering doll when I raped her.

It does not take long and the girl reaches orgasm. The hostess raises her head, proudly glances around the room and instead of pushing the girl’s head forcibly against the table, she softly strokes her cheeks and temples as the girl climaxes in silent spasms.

This is the irresistible signal for the man fucking her who quickly adds his load to my one. When his shiny cock slides out, he’d like to clean it out, but the obvious place is already covered with the mixture of my sperm and girl’s juices. “May I?” ask the man reaching for the hem of the girl’s dress but the hostess shake her head. Instead she pats Miriam’s cheek: “It’s your work, Kitty!”

Miriam has to recover a bit. Her eyes are still hazy and she has to remember where she is. Her legs are still trembling when she stands up and immediately kneels down to use her mouth to do her duty. The slight movement of the man’s head acknowledges what she does to her mistress. Everybody is content with the exception of the man who is to fuck Miriam next. Her crotch and ass are a mess and not everybody appreciates that.

The hostess is aware of this and calls the servant. “Clean her, Richard!” The servant start to kneel too but she stops him with her hand. “With your shirt, please.” Without any sign of hesitation the servant takes off his shirt and starts impassively wiping all the respective places. Miriam, slightly bent forward and her mouth still processing the spoils cleaned of the man’s dick, is facing the guests and her face is brightly crimson when wiped as some soiled child (which she is now actually), especially when Richard reaches her inside parts. When he wants to leave the room and find some clean shirt, his mistress stops him: “Wear it!”

The hostess now assesses the situation and decides it’s time for change. “Please make some space,” she asks the pair on a leather sofa and they willingly move to one side. As Miriam sits down they willingly help spread her legs and put the left one on their laps, immediately exploring and touching it. The hostess sits from the other side and do the same with the other leg. With legs bent in knees and raised up, Miriam’s naked crotch is situated on the very edge of the sofa. With a nod, the hostess invites the third man to take his turn.

The man leans on the back of the sofa with his hands round Miriam’s head and unerringly inserts his cock into lesbian doll’s cunt. In this angle and, he gains sufficient lever, and excited after last few minutes he starts pumping much more vigorously than me or the second man. The little maid gasps and bites her lip. Even though men are not her favorite partners, she can’t help but feel excitement under such circumstances.

The hostess adds to this excitement and her hand finds its way on the girl’s breasts under her garment. As her mistress knows all her weak places very well, it does not take long and Miriam starts moaning more than softly. But her mistress deems it inappropriate in this moment and she mutes her groaning with a kiss and her tongue serves in the place of gag. Few seconds and Miriam’s back arches.

However, this man is not spent on his not so willing partner orgasm and continues fucking her. Miriam is now very sensitive and start yanking as restless filly, trying to liberate herself from unrelentless attacks on her delicate places, but she’s not allowed. Both the pair and the hostess keep firmly her legs spread and it seems as if her mistress swallows muffled cries escaping from the very depth of her body. It takes some time before she is saved and the man sprays his seed on her belly.

“Anybody to taste?” claps the hostess, looking around with shiny, reddish mouth, addressing mostly women and most probably the wife of the author. But before she untangles from the complicated embrace of the other woman, the man, belonging to the couple a bit concealed in the dark corner till now, stands up. For his woman, it was the first visit. She seemed very ethereal and distant and she looked a little shellshocked by the libertine approach of other guests.

Without any sign of hesitation or shame he kneels between Miriam’s separated thighs and carefully licks the rich yield on her smooth skin. It is obvious he’s trying not to swallow and keep the biggest possible amount in his mouth. Then he returns to his wide-eyed partner. She raises her head, opens her mouth and he let the stream of sweet mixture - the other man’s sperm, Miriam’s sweat and his saliva - between her lips.

I hear you whisper: “She won’t be as innocent as she might seem” and feel the encouraging squeeze on my butt.

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