The floor show for the party is about to being, Paul has already seen a little of what Angie does, and is in for the time of his life, maybe.
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Into the room came Madeline, dressed in crinoline like a Southern Belle, right out of Gone With the Wind. Claire sucked her breath in, “Oooh, I love this one.” Paul noted Madeline had a small whip with a large knob in one hand and a chain in the other. “Oh please, Mr Dean, it has to be Mr Dean!” Claire mumbled.
Into the room, dressed only in a peter heater, came Mr Dean, on the other end of the chain. Jesus, thought Paul, A black man in chains how fucking thoughtless was that? But even he was entranced by the size of what was hidden below that little garment.
“Oh, yeah! We are in for a real treat here. It’s a role play, I’ve seen variations of this before, watch and be jealous!” Claire said.
Paul noted that on the other side of the stage from where they entered, there was two posts, with manacles hanging from them. Fuck! Is this going to get worse? he thought.
As they neared the posts, Mr Dean looked up and saw them, “Naw, Naw” he cried, “Naw Mistress, not the posts!”
“Yes, my slave, the posts. And you will be grateful afterward.” in a curious southern accent.
Without warning, Mr Dean stood up straight, and rushed Madeline, picking her up, throwing her into the air, spinning her and catching her as she came down. Fuck, thought Paul, stunned by the unexpected action, “I says NO POSTS BITCH!” shouted Mr Dean as he flung her over his broad shoulder. Madeline squealed, frightened by the unexpected actions of her slave. He raced to the posts with his burden whipping his ass, “Put me down!” she cried, “Down, slave and accept your punishment!” “Punishment for lovin’ someone Mistress Madeline! Punishment! I’s give you punishment!” He grabbed a manacle and slammed it around a wrist, then dropped her to the ground, holding the other hand and manacle, throwing her about like she was a rag doll. She had dropped the whip, but still held the chain.
Madeline thrashed about in the manacles, but they were fur-lined, with heavy chains, so they were unlikely to hurt, or break. Mr Dean was in front of Madeline and Paul heard the rending of cloth, not tearing but rather the ripping of Velcro being pulled apart roughly. In moments, Madeline was naked and Mr Dean’s peter heater was no longer adequate for modesty. He ripped it off and Paul saw his first really big black dick, even half erect it was quite a schlong. “Oooh yes, Larry loves that!” Claire said. Paul wasn’t listening and gave no thought to what the implications of what Claire had said, or was about to happen were.
Mr Dean went around the back of the posts and grabbed a still struggling Madeline by the waist and said, “Now you’s gonna see what lovin’ is. You’s gonna feel a man size cock now!” Mr Dean pulled Madeline’s legs apart as he lifted her off the ground and he could see the big man crouch a little then position his dick in the right angle, and after feeling for Madeline’s hole, just stood up. Madeline screamed has he entered her, “Too big, too big” she cried, “It’s too big!” “Damned if it don’t fits right in there, Mistress Madeline! And it feels great!” “No, No,” Madeline protested, “It’s too big!” as Mr Dean pumped in and out of her, lifting her higher off the floor.
Claire pulled Paul around to a more side on view and moments later, Venus reappeared in a nightgown from the same period. “Why Mr Dean, what are you doing to my Momma?” “I’s fuckin’ her Missy Venus.” “Why are you fuckin’ her Mr Dean?” “Coz she was gonna whip me for loving you Missy Venus.” “Oh? You love me Mr Dean?” “Yes’m I surely does!” Throughout this, Mr Dean had not missed a stroke. Madeline had stopped squealing and started moaning, spreading her knees to give Mr Dean a better access as he held her, driving her on his cock. “Is that what lovin’ is Mr Dean? Fucking” “No, Missy Venus, this is fuckin’ what I wants to do to you is lovin’!”
“No! No!” Cried Madeline, “Keep that big black cock for me! She is too young!” “Why don’t y’all come closer Missy Venus. Get on ya knees so ya can see what’s goin’ on.” “No! No!”Madeline kept crying, “Not my daughter!” “Oh momma, I can see his big black cock goin’ inside o’ ya! Ooohh can I get that in me too?” “Missy Venus, I’s gunna lift your Momma off me and if you wants, you can stick my big black dick into ya mouth!” Mr Dean lifted Madeline off him, still holding her behind the knees, and his cock fell in an arc to point directly at Venus’ mouth. Venus eagerly took that huge tool into her mouth and began to suck it for all she was worth. Paul saw that Claire knew what was doing when she repositioned them, they had a great view of everything.
Venus, for such a little girl, was certainly getting an awful lot of Mr Dean’s dick down her throat as her head bumped into Madeline’s open slit. Paul felt his own dick getting hard at this, then felt Claire’s hand caressing his tool. “Oooh that feels nice, want to rub me, please!” Claire demanded. Paul reached his hand under her skirt and felt for the join at the top of her legs. Feeling for the soft material of her panty hose, Paul was surprised when he touched only silken, bare flesh. He felt for the heat, following the line of her leg, upward as Claire spread her legs a little to help him find the right spot. Finding his target, he gently massaged her clit, almost absent mindedly, the action on the stage was hotting up even more.
“Mistress Venus, that’s real nice wotcher doin’ but now, I’s gonna hold your mama’s legs wide open, while you’s gonna lick her pussy.” “Oh No!” cried Madeline, “Please you fuck me! Not my precious jewel! Please!” Venus dropped Mr Bean’s dick from her mouth and switched her attention to Madeline. Paul could see Venus’ tongue darting in and out of her mouth, licking Madeline’s twat. From the position Mr Dean was holding her legs open, and the holding of the shackles by Madeline, it was impossible not see the excitement of her body as Venus licked her. “Oh baby, don’t do that, don’t lick me like that… not like that, no, it’s wrong… oh yeah baby, just like that!”
Paul could see Madeline’s clit, swollen and rigid, a pale white as it protruded from the light covering of deep reddish hair over her cunt. He could see Venus’ dark pink tongue lapping over it, hear Madeline’s moans of pleasure increasing in intensity and frequency as she got closer and closer to an orgasm. “Oh Venus baby, I am gonna cum , I’m gunna CUM!” she squealed as her body shook, her climax taking over her body and spasms shook her legs. Fuck, thought Paul, he didn’t know if Madeline was an accomplished artist but that certainly looked real to him. “Oh Momma,” Venus said, “That was really tasty Momma, can I do that again?”
“Not just yet, my little Venus'” said Mr Dean, “I’s gonna love you, right under your Mamma’s nose. She’s gonna watch you bein’ loved then is gonna do to you what you just did to her. You think you’d like that Missy?” “Oooh yes, please Mr Dean! I want that big cock in me now!”
Mr Dean lowered Madeline’s feet to the floor, and stepped out from behind her. Taking Venus in his arms he kissed her, then gently laid her on the foam mattress he took from behind the posts. Mr Dean knelt between her legs and ran his hands over her body. Venus shuddered in delight, soft moans escaping her mouth. Mr Dean touched her pussy, and inserted a finger into her. “You’s is all wet,” he said, “Wet enough for me to get my big dick into ya, Missy!” “Oh yes!” Venus cried. “Oh no!” said Madeline, “You will break her with that big tool Mr Dean! Don’t do it! Do me instead!” “Oh hush up momma,” said Venus, “You can get his after he does it to me!”
Paul could see Mr Dean’s huge cock placed at the entrance to her love hole, and the head just disappeared into it. “OOOOOH!” cried Venus, “That is so big! Its filling me up!” “It ain’t but a little way in yet Missy, here’s some moah” Mr Dean drove more of that massive tool into her, she yelped but asked for more, so he obliged her. Paul had no idea how such a little girl could take so much of that cock into herself. Soon, Mr Dean was pumping as much of his cock in and out of her as he could, and Venus was enjoying every bit of it.
Paul marvelled that there was so much cock Mr Dean’s pubes were not coming anywhere near Venus’ clit, and then she started masturbating as she moaned her pleasure at being fucked. Must be telepathy, Paul thought, hope he pulls out and cums all over her. He felt Claire’s hand rubbing his dick, and he hadn’t realised he had stopped fingering her clit. Making up for lost time, he went at it with a will, trying to keep as much of an eye on the action as he could.
Within moments of his thinking about what Mr Dean was going to do, Venus started cumming under him. She squealed, groaned, moaned an grunted all at the same time, as she orgasmed hard. All the time, Madeline was berating Mr Dean for hurting her daughter, for shackling her, for getting her daughter to lick her pussy, for sticking his huge black cock into such a precious little flower, for making her daughter cum like she did! Then Mr Dean cried, “Oh yeah Missy, I’s gunna cum too!” He pumped a bit more then pulled his cock out and his first jet of cum shot up between Venus’ breasts with a huge groan, his second all over her stomach, and then he aimed at her pussy. Paul saw two more sprays of semen and then a long slow spill that just covered her pussy. “Now Mistress, you are gunna clean your daughter up with your tongue, real good like.” Mr Dean demanded after he got his breath back.
“Oh no! Mr Dean, I can’t do that!” Madeline cried. “Yous will or I’s a gonna use the whip on you pretty little ass Mistress.” Mr Dean stood with the small buggy whip in his hand, “And yous gunna enjoy it Mistress Madeline.” “Oh no, I can’t” she cried as he uncoupled the shackles and held her, moving her into position between Venus’ knees. “Oh Momma Please! I don’t want Mr Dean to whip you! And I needs a real good clean,” Venus pleaded. Mr Dean pushed Madeline to her knees and then bent her forward, and she started licking that juicy cum covered cunt, scouring it of all the cum that was over Venus. Venus came again and again under Madeline’s tongue. Then Mr Dean put the handle of the whip up into Madeline’s cunt. “OOOOOHH!” she gasped, “Yeah Mistress Madeline, I thoughts you would like some joy while tending your daughter’s beautiful pussy like that!”
Mr Dean plunged the whip handle in and out of Madeline’s now glistening cunt. He reached around under her and stroked her clit at the same time. It wasn’t long before Madeline climaxed long and hard. “Now you’s done cleanin’ Missy Venus up, you can clean me too.” There was no protest from Madeline, except there was a glint of real pleasure in her eye. Madeline turned around and grasped the long tool and pumped it a little, bringing some seeping cum out of the eye, creamy white against the black skin of Mr Dean’s knob. Paul looked around the room and saw everyone else was either staring at the performance, enthralled like himself, or had a dick in their mouths. One of the women was bobbing her head over a guy’s lap, the other was masturbating another man. Paul saw that there were two guys pulling their own dicks and then was surprised by two male heads bobbing up and down on two other guys.
Paul felt Claire move as she began to applaud the performance. Other people too joined her as did Paul. Venus and Madeline stood and all three gave a small bow to their appreciative audience. Venus just glowed, and Mr Dean said, “Thank you all, now enjoy yourselves.”
Claire took Paul’s hand and said, “Our turn, if you don’t mind.” Paul was only half listening and Claire dropped his hand, left his side and went over to Angie. She took Angie’s hand and pulled her towards Paul. Claire then took Paul’s hand and led them to the stage. “After feeling that cock, I just gotta suck it,” she said, “And here is as good a place as any.” She turned and took Paul into her arms, kissing him. Paul was quite surprised by Claire’s boldness, and managed to cast a raised eyebrow over her shoulder towards Angie. Angie smiled and gave a small nod, and stepped forward to push her body into Claire’s back. She kissed Claire’s neck as best she could and ran her hands around Claire, to capture her breasts.
They both began to undress Claire, and as garment after garment fell, her full, lush body was revealed. Claire’s breasts were a 36C cup, her hips at least a 36, and while her waist was no longer a 24, is was still below thirty. Claire’s skirt fell to the floor and Paul was presented with a fine bush of dark hair, trimmed in the shape of a heart. Angie was caressing her breasts and Paul started licking her clit. Angie divested herself of the thong she was almost wearing, and as Claire laid back on the soft stage, she straddled Claire’s face. Paul ate her while Angie was being eaten in turn by Claire.
Paul was, at this point, definitely overdressed. Someone else came in and started to undo Paul’s shirt and his belt, he felt his slacks fall away from him and whomever was undressing him, was providing little signals about what to lift, what to move. Paul wasn’t wearing a singlet and it didn’t seem long before he was as naked as his two partners. It wasn’t cold in such a large room, but warm enough for people to be naked without being uncomfortable. Paul was given a signal to lift his ass, and then spread his knees, taking it on trust, he did as asked, and felt someone trying to scramble between them. He felt a hand softly stroking his tool and then a mouth swallowed his dick. Paul knew this wasn’t a woman, but it felt good, so didn’t object. He just continued to mouth Claire’s nether lips and lick her clit and plunge his tongue into her love canal, all while watching her eating Angie.
Angie tapped Paul on the shoulder, then again, so Paul lifted his face off Claire, only to see it replaced by Angie. All the while he was still being sucked by some guy. Paul moved to get a better view of Angie and Claire in a 69er, lapping at each other, slurping and listening to the increasing intensity of their moans and gasps. In the meantime, the guy sucking Paul wasn’t going to give up easily. He gently pushed Paul back and said, “Let me get you ready for her.” He tickled Paul’s balls then proceeded to give one of the best head jobs Paul had ever had. Fuck, this guy was really good. Well on a level with Angie, Paul thought. He heard Claire and Angie having orgasms and felt the guy’s mouth lift off him. “She’s ready for her close up now, Mr de Mille,” the guy quipped.
Paul rolled onto his side seeing the look of laughter on Angie’s face, “Fuck her good, as best you can, Paul.” So he mounted Claire, he felt his dick sliding in, as far as it could go. He pounded on Claire’s clit, pushed aside her labia lips as his prong filled her space. Claire moved in unison with him, fucking him back, urging him to greater heights. He felt Claire’s arms and legs go around him squeezing him gripping him, pulling him as close as he could get. He heard Claire’s moan turn to a gasp and a shout, “Yes, Yes, YES!!!” she cried as she came a second time. She relaxed then came again, one on top of the other, pulling Paul into her demanding snatch. He felt the muscles grabbing his cock, milking it, trying to get as much of it in making sure that his cream was going to be shot into her as deep as she could get it.
Then he felt his cock demanding release. His balls tensed up, tightened then spasmed his juice into Claire, he shot, and pumped, then shot some more, then pumped and shot again, filling her with his hot cum. Claire came again as he pumped his semen into her, gasping weakly but she still shuddered and gasped and trembled at a third orgasm in such a short space of time. He collapsed on top of her, where she held him, kissing him whispering how great it was, how she loved fucking him. Then she said, time for her husband to get to work now, with all his cum in her.
Paul rolled off, and lay on his back, he wasn’t really expecting it, but he felt a mouth wrap itself around his cock, again, the same talented mouth it was before, this must be Larry. He felt his cock being licked and wiped from the outside. He felt Larry’s tongue pressing on the seminal canal, trying to get as much of his cum out of the eye of his dick as could be had. In moments, Larry left Paul’s dick and swooped on Claire, Paul watched as Larry slurped up the still warm cum from Claire’s gaping love tunnel. Then he heard, “Larry may be done with you, but I’m not, and remember, we have an audience so make them envious,” and felt Angie crawling over him, to take his cock into her mouth. She lowered her snatch onto his face and he obliged her. He may not be able to get it up, but he loved her sucking his dick anyway and she was always quite delicious. All he could do was to oblige her.
Paul was suspicious that her earlier orgasm was faked and one taste of her confirmed it. Simone always had a slightly metallic, not an unpleasant taste, just an iron taste, after she had cum. This was missing. For Paul, this was not fun for her, it was work, so he determined to make it fun. He licked her labia, tickled her clit, and give her a real orgasm. She came and came, he felt her trembling, her shaking her spasms, he tasted the rush of her juices, with that tell-tale, distinctive taste. Now he knew he pleasured her. He knew he wasn’t going to cum a second time so shortly after the first, he was now erect, really enjoying Angie’s ministrations. He felt her lift off him, and Larry replaced her, his lips now wrapped around Paul’s cock. Angie lifted herself off Paul and turned around, kissed him and whispered in his ear, “Paul, my love, would you suck Larry’s cock?” Paul was startled at first then replied, “For you my love, anything, do you want me to try?” “Yes, please, I would love you to try.”
Larry was naked, and his head bobbed up and down on Paul’s cock, sucking it into his throat. Paul stopped him and said, “I’ve never-”
“It’s OK,” Larry interrupted, “I sort of figured.”
“Turn around,” Paul said. Larry obliged, and soon Paul saw Larry’s hard prick swinging his way. Larry pulled Paul onto his side, so he could rest his head on Paul’s bottom leg. He offered the same to Paul who was simply following Larry’s lead. Paul got closer, and took hold of the prong, touching another guy for the first time. He looked at this strange device, ran his hand over it, feeling the skin moving, the soft/hard/silken texture of it. He wriggled his way forward and moved his head into position. He gulped, felt a spasm of refusal and pushed it down. He opened his mouth and felt the knob slide in between his lips.
Paul remembered what Simone had done to him just earlier that day, teasing him, but not to the point where he was going to blow his bolt. He remembered other times his cock had been sucked, and tried to remember the details of how it felt, what was touched, what was tongued, gummed and actually sucked. He closed his lips around the shaft and lifted his head, feeling the cock sliding out until he felt the succulus of the glans touch the inside of his mouth. He took a breath through his nose, and slid his mouth down the shaft, making sure his tongue was in contact with the glans, sliding along it.
Being quite tentative, Paul only felt it go in a short way, then began a lifting motion again. This was actually quite uncomfortable, thought Paul, he felt his head was at the wrong angle, making this much harder work than it needed to be. Paul moved and pulled his cock out of Larry’s mouth, and pushed him onto his back. Paul swung himself around so that he was between Larry’s legs and could move his head better. He also realized that the underside of Larry’s glans was now exposed to the lapping of his tongue. Paul began an easy movement, taking this man flesh into himself.
Paul’s lips did not lose contact with the silken skin of the cock. He timed his breathing as best he could and tried to take more and more of it in. He knew he would gag if he went too fast or too far, but kept going. He sucked his cheeks in to provide as much skin contact between his mouth and the glans, and just kept it going. Paul just moved, and tried and tried, for as long as he could, but fuck, this was hard work. He didn’t know how long he was sucking this man’s dick but he knew he was reaching the end of his endurance, he was done. Trying to lift the weight of his head repeatedly against gravity was fucking hard, he had never done it before, and while he was in better shape than he had been, head bobbing was not an exercise he was used to. Finally he had to stop.
Lifting his head off, Larry moaned and Paul took over stroking it, he wrapped his hand softly around the shaft and pulled it gently. He stroked up and down, trying to keep a constant pressure on the cock, running his hand over the ridge of the knob. He made the strokes faster, and making sure he had a gob of saliva, licked it onto the cock, using it to lubricate the shaft. He kept stroking for a while, to give his neck an opportunity to recover, and when the time was right, he again allowed the cock to penetrate his mouth. Paul repeated the actions of before, licked, sucked, lifted, dropped and breathed and licked. Time didn’t mean a thing at this point, he was just busy concentrating on sucking this dick.
He swapped again, and this time, Larry’s moan was louder, so Paul stroked the shaft, caressing the knob, watching it change, enlargen a little and so he stroked harder and faster. Larry moaned and grunted, and Paul dived onto the cock, knowing that Larry was about to cum. Paul didn’t think about it for a moment, this was the end game, Larry was getting ready to cum. Paul started sucking again, faster and as hard as he could. Larry grabbed the back of his head and pulled Paul’s mouth onto his cock. Paul felt the entire shaft swell a little in his mouth and kept moving his tongue on the glans, and felt a hot stream of fluid fill his mouth. Paul gagged then, not sure whether to swallow or try and spit. He couldn’t move his head, his mouth was impaled by this cock and Larry’s hands were holding him. He had to swallow and as he did, he felt Larry shooting again, and at the same moment, Paul felt Larry’s cock head slide past his tonsils, down deeper than he thought possible. It was so far in, the cock was being grabbed by the muscles in Paul’s throat.
A sudden realization hit Paul, he couldn’t fucking breathe! His throat was full of cock and lined with cum! He couldn’t get air and Larry held him tight. Paul tried to gag again, but the cock was preventing him from doing that, Paul felt that his stomach was about to heave and he really started panicking. With a strength he didn’t realize he had, Paul pulled his head up a little, feeling Larry’s cock come out of his throat, then started turning his head away as Larry shot another string of cum into his mouth. Paul couldn’t swallow, so as Larry’s dick fell away from his mouth, Paul had to spit and cough and gag all at the same time.
Getting his breath, after a mild panic attack, Paul thought, Fuck, I really need to be more considerate to anyone blowing me. Larry had jumped up to a sitting position, Angie was gently smacking Paul on the back, Claire and Larry were both expressing their concern.
“No, its alright, really,” Paul said, calming them, “Unexpected and I didn’t know what to do. That’s all.” Claire had grabbed a glass of water and brought it to Paul telling him to wash it down. He took it realizing he had the salty and strong taste of semen lining his mouth. It was really less tasty than the cum he sometimes tasted on Simone’s lips. Not a real nice taste, but not really repulsive either. Paul took the drink and, taking a small sip, swallowed it gingerly. There was no reflux, so Paul was alright. Angie leaned forward and kissed Paul, quietly telling him that he was a real hero, and was going to be rewarded later.
Both Larry and Claire apologized, but Paul was having none of it. “Nothing to apologize for,” he told them, “I learned something here, and it will stand me in good stead if I get into mixed doubles again.” He laughed, and they laughed with him. He looked up and there were a lot of people looking at them, the four of them, and Paul was astounded that he actually went through with it. He fucked in public, he sucked a cock. All for the love of a girl, he thought. At my age, I can still make myself a fool over a woman. Then he noticed Madeline looking at him. It wasn’t an unkind look, nor calculating, but one that seemed to tell him he couldn’t bullshit her. Maybe he was being paranoid, but then again.
Madeline stepped forward and called her audience to attention. “Thanks to Claire, Angie, Paul and Larry for an entertaining performance, one I am sure Paul will not forget for a while.” A few people laughed, “But soon the Door prize is to be drawn and tonight’s prize is-” She paused for dramatic effect, “VENUS!”
“Back to work now,” Angie whispered. Paul gave a small acknowledgement and look around again, to see Madeline looking through them. Within moments, Angie was walking through one of the doors with a big fat guy behind the stage. Paul was still looking around for his clothes when Madeline approached him.
“Well,” she said, smiling “You are full of surprises.”
Paul laughed, “I have really surprised myself tonight. I have never considered doing anything like this before and if you had told me even a week ago, I would have said, ‘Bullshit, never gunna happen'”.
“If you ever need a job, even part time, I can always use someone who is as adventurous as you.”
“Thank you, but, I don’t think this will be a regular event in my life,” Paul laughed again.
“Never know,” Madeline said, “She is lovely though, isn’t she.”
“Who? Angie?” asked Paul, “She certainly is.”
“Very popular, as well.”
“I am sure,” Paul tried to be as noncommittal as he could.
“It would be easy to think that someone like her could think of us as we might think of them.” She wasn’t smiling.
Paul stopped and looked up at Madeline. “Angie is her own person and will always be, irrespective of what anyone else may think of her.”
Madeline smiled again, “Yes, I think I really would like you to come and work for me, just these parties. You have some rare qualities.”
“Thank you, but I have a job, and at this point, have no need of extra pocket money.”
“I had to find out, to ask.”
Paul knew what she meant. “Yes, of course. If that changes, I will let you know, but likely not. I think I prefer to be a guest.”
“Oh well, hopefully we shall see you quite often then. In the meantime, I have a couple of things to do then I will draw the raffle.”
Madeline disappeared and about fifteen minutes later, she returned, with a book of tickets. Looking around the room, she saw that Angie and the big fat man had returned, him smiling and Angie moving towards the bar. Madeline went to the bar, and pulled out an ice bucket and put all the tickets into the bucket. She reached over and turned the music off, attracting the attention of the guests. “Thank you all, and now for the door prize! I would call on Mr Dean, our host, to do the honors.”
Mr Dean ambled over to the bar and even though Madeline had to hold the bucket high, it was still barely above Mr Dean’s eye level. He reached in and pulled out a ticket, opened it and read the number, The lucky winner is Number….wait for it…. SEVENTEEN!”
There was a few cheers, but there were a number of loud groans. Angie didn’t miss a step, and smiled, looking around for the winner. Everyone but Paul was looking around for the winner. Paul knew it, he just knew it. “Here it is,” he said. “The winning ticket.”
Somehow though, he was hoping that Angie would frown, or show some sign of disapproval. She didn’t. She clapped and smiled at him, even her eyes were saying, good luck and go do it! Paul looked at his watch and thought it was now about an hour since he fucked Claire. Maybe he wasn’t able to get it up, but then, Venus was a beautiful girl. From what he saw earlier, she was certainly worth a poke.
Venus came over to Paul and kissed him, lead him towards one of the doors at the end of the room. Again, thought Paul, he laughed a little but then, Angie was smiling. There was something though. The smile looked a little fixed, not brittle or strained, but just, fixed. Going through the door, Venus kissed Paul again, then undid his belt, his buttons and zipper. She had his cock out and was sucking him in moments. Oh she was good, and Paul’s dick responded, but for him, there was something missing. Nothing he could put his finger on, but there was something definitely out of place.
Venus sucked like a real expert, and kept Paul’s cock inflated, but it was going to be hard work for her he thought. Well, he would be sorry to disappoint her, he knew that he could cum a second time after an hour, a good shoot too, but then he realized what the problem was. Venus was a good cock sucker, but it just seemed so fucking mechanical. He had his shirt off, his slacks, shoes and socks and y-fronts, naked, he stood before her while she did the sword swallowing thing. Venus was very attractive, blond and smallish but a really good figure. Paul stumbled back to the bench and sat down, spreading his legs so Venus could just keep sucking.
A few minutes later, and Paul was nowhere near excited enough to cum, he pulled her up and went to sit her onto his lap, with her knees either side of his hips. She didn’t let him, but reached onto the bench side drawers and pulled out a condom. Then he smelt the strong odor of a coconut oil based lubricant. For sure he thought. Venus muttered the usual platitudes, big dick, nice taste and all that, but she was reading lines from a script. She got the condom on him and then mounted him as he was going to get her to do, her knees either side of his hips.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling her breasts onto his chest, while she positioned herself to get his upright prong into herself. She lowered herself when she though it was ready, only to miss. Fuck, thought Paul, if she missed again, his cock was going to droop. Fortunately for Paul, she got it right the second time and Paul felt a warmth wrap itself around his dick as he entered her, but it was desensitized by the condom.
Venus pumped herself up and down, the oohs and ahhs, the moans and groans, the gasps and squeals were all there, all on time, Paul thought, but for Venus, it was an act. It was obviously an act. I’ve been spoiled by Angie, he thought. Venus pumped herself on his cock and Paul stopped her. He gently pushed her off, and as she stood up, he then spun her about. He came up behind her, and gasped her breasts, tweaking the nipples, she gasped, ran his hands down her belly to touch her as best he could, she moaned. Paul turned them both about and, holding one hand on her hip, used the other to push her shoulders forward.
As she bent forward, her sex was more available, so he bent at the knees a little and pushed his cock into her. She gasped, and groaned, she wriggled her ass, she pumped it backwards and forwards,. Venus pumped herself onto Paul’s prong, her ass slapping on his lower belly, her grunts and groans coinciding with his thrusting into her. She is a good actor, Paul thought, but then, as the fucker, he wondered how much experience she had in this role of the fucker. A lot, he would expect. After a while, quite a while Paul hoped the lubricant Venus had applied was sufficient to not allow his condom covered prick to chafe her. He wasn’t really interested in cumming, actually, at least, not while fucking Venus.
Paul pulled out and said, “Oh fuck it! Sorry but too soon, just not gonna cum I’m afraid.”
“Oh, that’s OK, thought it might have been.” She replied, “But as long as you enjoyed yourself.” She smiled.
“Oh yeah, another time perhaps. I’ll have a full load then.” He returned her smile, just as insincerely as her own. His cock was going down so Venus took the rubber off him, then bent down and kissed his dick.
“That’ll be nice,” Venus said, “Claire told me you have a wonderful tongue, perhaps we could get together some time, with Angie as well.”
“Perhaps – that might be interesting.” Paul started dressing as Venus stepped into her almost thong. Again presentable, Paul and Venus opened the door and went back into the party room.
The first thing that Paul noticed was that Angie was nowhere to be seen. The second thing was that the two women, Kirsty and June were on the stage, in a furious sixty-niner. There were many onlookers and more than one of them was masturbating. Paul headed for the bar to get a drink, and perhaps to talk with Mr Dean, who was sitting at the bar.
“Just an ice water, thank you Madeline.” he said.
“Certainly Paul, and how did it go?” Madeline asked.
“Oh, well enough,” Paul smiled, “She is a talented young woman, is Venus.”
“That she is,” came the soft rumble of Mr Dean.
They fell into an easy conversation of safe subjects, politics, sex, sexual politics, scandals and politicians, the latest sex scandal from some religious organization. Paul was engrossed in listening to Mr Dean when Angie appeared at his shoulder, asking for a lime water. She smiled at him, and his heart melted. She took her water and went to mingle with the other guests. A few minutes later, Paul noticed her being led off to a room by two guys. He didn’t bristle, didn’t react, he wasn’t sure he liked it, but he accepted it. Then he understood why he was invited. Simone was right, Madeline was a conniving bitch. He looked over at Madeline and saw her watching him, he smiled and she smiled in return.
Paul glanced over at the stage and caught a glimpse of Claire and Venus making their way to the back of the room. Larry was nowhere to be seen, but then Paul noticed he was on stage, with a cock in his mouth. The two women were sitting, naked, holding each other, watching Larry sucking this guy. Looking around again, Paul noted that Madeline, Mr Dean and himself were the most dressed people in the room. There was so much naked flesh that it became a blur.
There was a quiet in the conversation, and Paul said, “Thank you for inviting me, Mr Dean, it has been an interesting night so far.”
“Yes, thank Madeline actually Paul, she recommended you.” Paul nodded at Madeline, smiling.
“And damn it,” he said, gently, “If I was a few years younger, Mr Dean, I would be dragging her off one of the rooms at the back about now. I am sorry I just can’t keep the pace up like I used to.”
Both Mr Dean and Madeline laughed. “And you would not need to drag me Paul.”
“Then perhaps one evening you would care to join me.”
“Yes, I would like that,” she said, smiling at the inherent compliments he was giving her.
The evening progressed, various members of the audience took parts on the stage, both Venus and Angie appeared and disappeared, at almost regular intervals. Around eleven o’clock, Mr Dean informed everyone that even though it was Saturday night, he had a lot of work to do for the next few days, so bid everyone goodnight. Madeline, Angie and Venus all lined up and kissed him goodbye, he shook hands with everyone, except Kirsty and June. He kissed them and after a brief, discrete, conversation, which saw them nodding their heads and Mr Dean giving them cards, business cards, he went down the stairs. So while he was leaving the city, he wanted to leave with some seriously pleasant memories. This seemed to be a signal as in minutes, Paul noticed a couple of men, dressed and going down the stairs. Claire and Larry made their discrete exit. Soon after a couple more made the same exit. By eleven-thirty, the place was empty, only Madeline, Venus, Angie and Paul.
Within moments Angie and Venus had cleared all the empty glasses, and taken them to a hidden dumb waiter, sending them on their way. They wiped the tables and Paul helped them stack the chairs. Madeline and Paul were the last to the stairs, the girls already gone on.
“Well, a fairly successful evening, for such a small group, I thought,” observed Madeline.
“It was certainly enjoyable,” Paul responded. “I must admit I was amazed at the guests playing such an open part on stage though, myself included.”
“The rooms are only for the girls, I am afraid,” Madeline said, “For a small party like this, there are normally not any women, but Mr Dean is a special friend, so the party was for him. The floor show, well, that doesn’t happen for a small party, but Mr Dean insisted and I will miss him.”
Paul nodded, and said, “Well, I am off home, had enough for one night.”
“Goodnight Paul,” Madeline said as she opened the door. “See you again, soon I hope.”
“Yes, in a couple of weeks, give me some time to recover from this,” he laughed.
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