Arriving home from visiting your parents, you find an outfit laid out on the bed: a black leather dress with crocheted lace above the bust, a red balconette bra and matching string bikini panties, a black garter with sheer red thigh high stockings, and a black lace choker. Your phone buzzes with a reminder that my holiday party is that evening.
You disrobe as you thumb through the clothing, rubbing your fingers over the different materials and textures. You enter the bathroom to shower, and makeup has been set out on the vanity counter, a matte red lipstick, a warm colored palette of eyeshadow, along with your usual eyeliner, mascara, highlighter and foundation.
Vibrating against the counter, your phone displays a text: “I just got out of work, I’ll be home in 45 minutes.” You pull back the curtain, gingerly stepping into the tub, letting the warm water cascade over your skin, taking the chill of the season with it down the drain. You lather your hair and condition it before soaping up your body, and finish cleaning your body with a razor before stepping out and toweling off.
You wrap the damp terry cloth sheet around your hair, pausing to admire your alluring body in the mirror on the back of the door. You break your reverie and determinedly dress, pulling your garter on first, snapping the suspenders onto your stockings, before snugging your panties at your natural waist. You fasten your bra and slide your still damp arms through the straps and pull the dress over your head, shimmying it down your body. The choker completes the ensemble, cinching around your throat.
As you walk towards the bathroom once more, you pause, bending your knees as you slide your panties off and tuck them back into your drawer. You lift your skirt, admiring your pussy in the mirror, and you feel it begin to dampen in anticipation of surprising me later. Your makeup goes on quickly, a fiery sideways ombré on your eyelids and bright cherry red lips.
You press your lips together, spreading the tint evenly and hear the front door open. I present your calf boots to you, admiring your silhouette in black and red. You style your hair in a simple flip and follow me from the house to my still warm car. The drive is uneventful, only stopping at a few lights, and we arrive at the country club for the party.
Entering the hall, I remove your coat as all eyes turn to gaze upon your striking outfit. I check your coat, stopping at the bar to retrieve a drink for each of us. We sip our beverages, helping ourselves to some of the crudité and mingling with my coworkers and their spouses. The dinner conversation is lively but forgettable, and after some speeches from management, the DJ opens the dance floor and photo booth, a camera focused on the center of a dark background.
After dancing to a few songs and having a few more drinks, you clutch my shirt, dragging me to the photo booth. You put on a silly hat and give me funky sunglasses for our first picture, then we swap different props for the next. The final picture has you holding an inflatable guitar which catches on the hem of your dress, exposing your garters as well as your bare pussy. The attendant tries to warn you as the timer ticks down, but is too late as the camera flashes and the picture is printed, displayed on the monitor all the while.
Word passes quickly through the crowd and the staff gathers around the booth. I point out your exposed cunt in the picture and your cheeks flush in embarrassment. I pull you aside, whispering in your ear, “It excites you showing off, doesn’t it? I’d like to show you off too.” I take your hand and bring you back in front of the camera.
Unhooking several of the ties to the backdrop, I lash you by your wrists and ankles to the metal tube frame. I set the camera to shoot a picture, capturing your reaction as the zipper of your dress lowers. You turn your head to the side to hide your face, your blushing cheeks nearly blending with your eyeshadow. In every picture, my grin gets wider, as I pull your dress over your head, hanging behind you, away from your body.
I leave you there, tapping the button to take another set of pictures, your body exposed. You suddenly regret not wearing panties as you feel your wetness dampening your thighs. I snatch the microphone from the DJ, announcing: “This pretty little girl came here with me but she wants to leave with cum from you. Who’s going to be the first to have their way with her? Photo remembrance of this event is provided courtesy of our wonderful company.”
I give you a reassuring glance, before turning back to the crowd. “Bob, you always complain about Carol not fucking you, why don’t you have a go? Let’s start this party right. Now, Esther, wait. You can be HR manager on Monday. Tonight we’re just having a little fun. And Heather, don’t worry, your daughter can tell you how to lick a pussy like a good little lesbian. Thanks for bringing her along.”
At the mere mention of sex, Bob from accounting rushes over to you, rubbing his cock through his tight khakis, glancing furtively at you for consent. I walk over and announce: “Well, he seems a little shy. How about we cheer him on, ladies and gents?” A roar of applause and yells rise from the crowd as he takes another step towards you, sheepishly lowering his zipper. You notice his cock barely pokes past his open fly, and he hardly presses the head against your hot wet cunt before you feel drips of warm, gooey liquid dribbling onto your thigh. He makes a few furtive thrusts as the camera flashes behind him, apologizing to you then zipping up, the last dribbles of cum soaking into the front of his pants.
“Well, thanks for giving it the old college try, there. Who’s next?” The camera flashes once more, capturing the glistening fluid dripping down your legs. Before your eyes can adjust, you feel a tongue on your clit, and something rigid sliding between your thighs. Out of the bottom of your eyes you see long red hair over a poinsettia print top against your legs, and feel hands cupping your breasts, rubbing up and down.
The tongue leaves your clit as you feel your lips parting around the shaft thrusting under you. Regaining your vision, you see Alice, the secretary of production, and realize her husband, Ted, the manager of the maintenance department, is behind you. She is sucking the head of his cock as it rubs over your clit. The sensation makes you cum, warm wetness coating his cock as he continues to push your joints against the restraints. His nails dig into your skin as he shudders. Alice takes his entire load, then licks your cunt, frosting it with his cum.
Your expression goes from one of being embarrassed, to unsure, now reveling in the power and prowess of satisfying so many people, and a line is forming off to the side. The interns approach you next; Dan, a tall, fit undergrad and three recent female graduate who have just started the month prior in sales. He does a short strip tease, tossing his tie into the crowd, and Jan, the senior in charge of personnel catches it. As he peels away his other layers to raucous hooting, he wraps his arm over your shoulders, swinging his body around yours. The boldest of the coeds drapes her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply, her tongue tasting of the sweet liquers in the shots she took earlier.
You hear the smacking of lips behind you, left, then right, as two mismatched hands grope your chest. The woman kissing you moans as the hands wander back and forth from your body to hers. You feel your cunt spreading as your pussy is finally filled. He thrusts into you forcefully, but measuredly, as the mass of bodies undulates around you. Every few seconds, the flash of the camera goes off, capturing your passion. You scream as you cum over and over, the thrusts into your pussy coming faster, the caresses of your body firmer, the kisses sloppier.
Mid quiver, he withdraws his cock, and you feel knuckles brush against your tailbone, the rubbing becoming slick, sliding strokes as the other interns pump their hands over his shaft, bringing him to release. He walks out from behind you, giving you a kiss on the cheek as his softening cock smears even more cum onto your stockings. “What a performance! Those are some real go getters there. Always there to lend a hand. Heather, come on down!”
You see a short blonde with a center parted pixie cut being pushed from the crowd, guided her much older boss. He commands her to remove her top, exposing her tiny tits, and sit down with her legs crossed under her. He shoves her face against your ass, still tacky with cum. You feel her tongue, hot and wet, tentatively lick your asshole before it explores it earnestly. She moans against your cheeks, her strong arms clutching your thighs and pulling your body backwards towards her mouth. She shoves her tongue into your ass as another orgasm builds inside you, tugging at your core.
He pulls out his cock, caressing his sack and stroking the shaft. His eyes dart from your chest to hers, though his gaze spends more time on your firm, full breasts. He steps behind you and she turns underneath you, sliding two long, spindly fingers inside you. The sensation from her thumb circling your clit helps ease her boss’ cock into your ass, and the fullness causes a shuddering wave of pleasure to wrack your body. You barely have a second orgasm before he grips your body tightly, his cock bulging as he fills you with more hot, sticky cum.
Heather stays in front of you as he wipes himself with a linen napkin and rejoins the crowd, the flash of the camera pulsing again and again. Her skill with her fingers seems preternatural, her gaze never leaving your cunt. She pulls her pants down to her mid thigh and rubs herself through her panties, cumming each time you do, just a few seconds after. My voice booms over the speakers: “I guess she’s enjoying that more than she thought. But, it’s time to give someone else a turn now. Who’s next?!?”
Two more people approach, switching the ties to pull you into a bend. Chris ties your wrists together on one side and Terry loosens the tie on your left ankle. At once, Chris grabs your throat as Terry alternates smacks on your ass, one side then the other. The pink handprints are visible in the rows of pictures falling from the slot of the machine. They quickly fill your mouth and pussy with their cocks, stretching your tight fuckholes.
Their thrusts become rougher, your body bowing from the force. Heather sneaks back up and sucks on your nipples, her mouth still frigid from the ice of her drink. Your body is tossed back and forth between the men, and she has to bite to keep from losing her grip on your stiff, swollen buds. They high five each other over your back before clutching and stretching your body, as they pull themselves deeper into you. Once more, my voice echoes through the room: “Who’s gonna win the race? Which one of these two are going to cum first? Let’s cheer them on, shall we?”
I ask, “Will it be Chris?” making the crowd erupt in applause and whoops. “Or Terry?” the audience explodes with raucous yelling and clapping. As the cheers die down, you feel your mouth fill with sticky, salty cum, at the same time your pussy receives spurt after spurt of warm gooey fluid. You drop to your knees, swallowing the bracing liquid as the rest of the cum drips down your thighs. “I think she’s had enough for tonight, but we’re not done with her, are we?”
I tie a blind fold around your head and refasten your wrist to the other side of the frame, leaving you seated on your sore bottom, legs and arms spread. You can hear footsteps approach, and after a few minutes, warm cum splashes onto your cheeks, chest and thighs. Moans, groans and grunts fill your ears as your body is glazed with the cum from coworker after coworker. Some of the women even approach you to shove your head against their cunts until they get off, leaving your lips coated with their wetness, their grinding motions smearing cum into your skin.
Finally, I announce, “Thank You all for coming tonight. Have a happy holiday and drive safe!” I wrap you in your dress, sticking to your body from the cum, and drive you home to a well deserved shower before I tuck you into bed, the nights events replaying over and over in your mind as you thumb through photo strips of your debauchery.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7uifmf/the_holiday_party_fmf_bd_exhib_job_oral_piv_rough