Behind Closed Doors (Many Characters Needed)

[Scuttle Buttin']

Clark Redding

He'd received the invitation... well, roughly around the same time everyone else around town had, he figured... but unlike most, he still hadn't decided if he wanted to go or not. The truth was, though he'd lived in Ivyoke for a few years now (ah, the inheritance again), having a young son to take care of and a wife that seemed to be allergic to anything that didn't involve television, tea, or telling him that he didn't spend enough time with their son (things he referred to in his head, with no lack of irritation, as The Three T's) didn't leave him much time to make friends. The invitation from Cat was a bit of a surprise, but he had offered her a bit of friendly advice after overhearing her talk of some storm damage her house had received. Apparently, she didn't forget the favor.

The idea of a party, to be sure, was a nice one. The idea of getting out of the goddamned house, in fact, was beautiful. Sure, he had the softball team he played on one night a week, but it was a bunch of sweaty, mostly out of shape guys trying to recapture whatever glory days they may've had in their youth. And let's face it: Most of these rich fucks wouldn't dive for a ball in the hole if it was wrapped in Google IPO's. Where was the excitement if you weren't going to put everything you had into it? Did money like this mean you couldn't even leg out a grounder for a game you never got paid to play in the first place? God, how he hoped not.

The main thing giving him pause on going or not was his wife's absolutely refusal to go because, wouldn't you just fucking know it, there was something on TV she wanted to watch. That her ass hadn't grown as large as the couch yet was a miracle only of her insane metabolism. It's not like they had sex to work off any energy built up during their long days of... what? Absolutely nothing, it seemed. He was slowly going crazy. Recently he'd drawn up no fewer than 15 different plans to do various things to their house: enlarge rooms, add a whole new section to the back, the left, or the front, add large windows in the front, and even add a sub-basement that he could use to store his crime fighting equipment in. The last one was mostly a joke, though.

As time ticked by on the day of the party and still a whole bag full of nothing was happening, Clark began to get increasingly irritated. Gertie sat in there, watching Nova or some silly shit, the Little One on the floor in front of her playing with Spongebob McGee or whatever that thing's name was, and there he was in his office, clicking aimlessly from one website to the other. He wasn't even sure what he was looking at or why, at this point. Another minute disappeared in the bottom of the screen, his eyes drawn to the change in numbers, and as 3 gave way to 4, a decision was made suddenly and without warning. Clicking the X in the top corner to close his browser, he stood from his leather office chair and left the room to get ready.

Half an hour later he was showered and dressed and smelling lightly of cologne. He didn't shave, the shadow of stubble on his cheeks something everyone that knew him had grown used to, and he'd long ago given up trying to fight it. He was just One Of Those Guys. Moving into the TV room he walked to the couch where, of course, his wife still sat watching TV, and he kissed her forehead. He didn't ask her to go, to do so would be pointless - there was her show, after all! - and instead said simply:

"I've decided to go. I'll try not to wake you when I come home."

That said, he picked up the munchkin and kissed him, told him to be good for his mom, sat him back in front of his toys, and left. And she didn't utter a word of protest. Fan-fucking-tastic. Nothing like a cold fish in face to make a guy feel great.

Walking into the garage, he slid into the driver's seat of his Aston Martin V12 Vanquish , the new toy he'd recently bought (and in two months driven a grand total of 629 miles, including the trip home from the dealership), and settled comfortably into the leather seat. It held him like a glove. Somehow, this car made things feel better. Vehicles you paid six-figures for had a way of doing that.

Opening the garage door, he backed the car out and, with a final glance at the house to see that she was not, in fact, trying to stop him from going, he pulled out of the driveway and slid off down the street. The trip over would be short, but still he rolled down the window to let the wind swirl around him. The dark green tie he wore fluttered a bit in the breeze, sliding against the black shirt he wore. His sleeves were rolled about halfway up his forearms, and the breeze felt good on his bare skin. His pants were a light khaki colored, tailored to hang perfectly from his 35-inch waist, and they went well with the dark shirt and dark leather shoes he wore.

As expected, the trip only took a few minutes, and soon he was pulling his car into a parking spot and, moments later, making his way up to Cat's beautiful house. She was a publisher, if memory served, and perhaps there would be an author or two here that he'd heard of. His reading had increased greatly in the last year or two, so the chances were at least fair. Assuming, of course, that this wasn't simply a neighborhood party, in which case alcohol might be his best course of action. The only way to find out, of course, was to-

His thoughts were cut off as he realized he was approaching Cat's doorstep behind someone, Juliet, though of course he does not know that's her name, and he pauses, not wanting to startle her. His eyes flickered across her frame (he is a man, after all, and not yet a dead one at that), and then he cleared his throat as he moved up to short steps to join her in front of the door, his green eyes moving to her face as his full lips curved into a slight smile.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one showing up late. I'm sure they've been holding the party for us to arrive, anyway. Or," he chuckled quietly, his hands sliding into his pockets, "at least for you to arrive."

 

[kuruptu4fun]

Rochelle ran her tongue over her semi-dry lips and took a sip of water. "After all, I have no secrets. Well not many."

I grin deeply as Rochelles' lips utter this sentence, because my life is mired in them, and that is the way I survive in Ivyoke. "Where your life is an open book, my life is like a little girls diary." I explain to her that appearances must remain maintianed. I don't go into detail about my business life, I can't afford for that to leak to the residents of our community. But I elude to the fact that my life is well rounded and wisened from experiences not many get to participate in. I note that in my life experience is something to be shared so that tose who want may enjoy. Those that don't can try to ignore that world.
I say to Rochelle," Find what you enjoy and live in it's pleasures, then continue to explore to find new things to take pleasure in..."

 

[Trinique_Fire]

"Glad to see I'm not the only one showing up late. I'm sure they've been holding the party for us to arrive, anyway. Or," he chuckled quietly, his hands sliding into his pockets, "at least for you to arrive."

Juliet turned and rolled her eyes.

"That's really cheesy." She glanced down at his left hand. "Bet your wife doesn't fall for that crap."

She winked and let the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. Then Juliet turned back around and tried the knob, blushing slightly when it opened. Juliet shook off her embarrassment and pushed open the door about three inches. The man behind her put his arm up to push it open the rest of the way.

"Stop! I don't even know if we're supposed to just walk in or keep waiting out front until someone inside opens the door!" Juliet glared, but the man behind her only laughed quietly.

Irritated, Juliet stepped into Cat's house and looked around in awe. It seemed bigger and classier than her parents house. Juliet looked around, recognizing only a few people. One of the last people she saw was Rochelle, and what she did see made her pulse race and her skin flush pink. Rochelle had let her dress slide up her thigh and Juliet could see stockings, garters, and smooth flesh.

In her head, Juliet kept telling herself to look away before anyone noticed that she was staring, but it was to no avail. If anyone had already seen her, it was the married man behind her. Rochelle was deep in conversation and probably liquor, as well, but she still cast a glance in Juliet's direction...

 

[littlewaif]

Cat's attention was diverted as she noticed her door peeking open. The young girl behind it vaguely rang a bell of recognition, and the man behind her was not much more familiar, but she pinned him as Clark Redding, whom she'd chatted with idly on a few occasions. She excused herself from Ian, whose attention seemed elsewhere anyways, and went to greet the two at the door.

She noticed the young girls' eyes seemed glossed over as she surveyed Rochelle's form. Cat smirked softly. She knew Rochelle would bring some interest to this party. If only she had known how many of her guests would fall under her spell. "Come in, come in. I'm glad you both could make it."

As the girl walked past her, the man stepped to the doorway, and Cat offered her small hand "Mr. Redding, it's nice to see you again." She wondered if he had brought the wife and kid, but as she peered over his shoulder, didn't see any trace of them. A night out, she supposed, smiling. "Can I get you a drink?" She offered him, bringing the door closed behind her two new guests.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

" Find what you enjoy and live in it's pleasures, then continue to explore to find new things to take pleasure in..."

Rochelle grinned up at him and then her eyes flash toward Cat's front door. She thought she had heard the mellow tones of Cat's doorbell a few moments ago but since no one had bothered to answer the door, she figured it was the migraine playing tricks with her hearing.

"I look for pleasure where I find it. Sometimes, my pleasure is quiet, contemplative. Other times it's self assured and rowdy. However, I am one of those women that never give it more than a thought. I mean, come on, look at me.." Rochelle smiled widely. "I don't need to go looking for fun. It seems to always find me, just when I need it most."

Just then, Rochelle caught Cat sauntering toward the front door and glimpsed a familiar face. What the hell is Juliet doing here, alone?? Rochelle heaved a sigh and stood up. I really wish she hadn't come alone. Men will be bothering her all night long. God forbid, but if something happened to her, Cat would have issues with her mother...the super bitch. Guess I am gonna go protect her.

"Excuse me, I see someone who needs a stern talking to. Maybe even an ass whipping."

Rochelle glanced at Christopher and grinned. She gave him a slow once over and turned around. "By the way, if ever you wonder what a woman who has total control of her physical responses is like...well, I am sure you can find me." With a seductive wink, she walked away..and marched over to Juliet, who stood gaping by the front door.

"Close your mouth, my dear and come over here with me."

 

[felidae36]

Emily

Emily was about to move towards the door, almost in a panic, when she felt Eli’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. She closed her eyes almost in defeat, her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird, knowing that her opportunity of escape has just disappeared. He held her gently, but there is steel in his grip, as he reprimanded her for her action, staking his claim upon her, as if her submission is already a foregone conclusion. Her mind rebelled in horror, the idea of being subject to somebody’s will almost abhorrent, but her soul sang at the prospect, of being protected, of being cherished, of being owned.

Eli continued talking, his voice a velvet caress upon her senses, describing an image of herself that is a stranger to her, a woman with deep desires and powerful passions. She raised her eyes to look at the woman in the picture and she wondered if Eli is right, if within her, is a creature capable of such emotions. Is she, beneath the shy, conservative exterior, truly a wanton creature with sexual urges? Is this what Eli had sensed in her?
Her mind whirled at the possibility, refusing the truth that is staring at her face.

She can feel Eli’s warm breath behind her ear, sending streaks of heat throughout her body, as he repeated his seductive invitation, reeling her in, like a puppet master pulling her strings. She can feel her strength sapping, as she leaned back against his strength, feeling his hardness against her soft curves. She inhaled softly, her eyes still fixed upon the portrait, as a stillness descending upon her. Will she allow herself to always wonder who she is or will she have the courage to take the step and find out? Beneath the almost ice-cold panic that is gripping her, a spark of excitement is starting to kindle. She took a deep breath, she gazed at the invisible chasm and allowed herself to take the first step to the unknown. She couldn’t trust herself to speak; instead she turned around, faced Eli directly, and nodded her head.

 

[stealblue72]

Eli

Emily seemed to finally respond to Eli’s actions. His words seemed to find their mark, piercing her heart and her soul. Eli perceived that Emily had taken the first step into that dark abyss that would bring out the dark horse that he discerned was held in the depths of her soul. He felt her meld into his form and Emily’s rhythmic breathing expressed her uncertainty and her apprehension about the step she was taking. Eli released her as she turned to give her response and as she nodded her head and looked him in the eye, he could see the fear that gripped her and the libidinous that was manifesting in her. “Slattern, you must not look me in the face when you address me. If I want to see your eyes I will lift your head to meet my gaze. Remember this Slattern.”, Eli said to his new possession.

“You will address me in private as Master & I will call you Slattern. In public you will only address me as Sir.”, Eli explained as she dropped her head and looked at his feet. Eli gathered Emily to him and guided her towards the door at the back of the library. He wondered if Cat had left the door unlocked tonight. As they approached, Emily seemed to glide across the floor with him.

They found the door unlocked and the entered into a dark corridor. The corridor led them into a large room that was currently darkened. Eli guided Emily to the center of the room. “Your lesson now begins, Slattern. Make your self acceptable for my eyes and to be in my presence. Do not look at me, Slattern.”, Eli hissed. Eli lit the candles in the alcoves of the room. He could now see Emily in her most stark innocence. She was trembling with his last command and he could tell she was tetering on the edge. He came back to Emily and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. He breathed into her ear and cautioned her,"I promise you that you will only recieve the greatest pleasure with me Slattern. I will be responsible for your care and your pleasure. You must obey me without question and without pause. You are mine to have and I am yours to obey."

 

[felidae36]

Emily

As soon as Emily gave the life-changing nod, her temporary courage deserted her, causing her to drop her eyes to the floor. This is a pose she is familiar with, perfected through years of shyness and a stubborn refusal to make contact with people she does not want to see. She heard Eli’s words explaining his wishes, that she will not look upon him unless it is his will. For a brief moment a wisp of a smile crossed her lips at this words, thinking that that rule is easy enough. She is good at not looking people in the eyes.

She kept her head bent, her mind alert, even as waves of excitement and surges of fear battle inside her. She absorbed the ground rules he is laying out, and she felt no resentment about it, just an unquestioning acceptance and a sure knowledge that she will have no problem obeying them. She wondered where did this confidence come from? Before she can ponder the thought further, she felt Eli’s hands on her again, guiding her toward another door on the other end of the library.

Emily allowed herself to be led, a strange feeling of calm settling upon her, as they passed a narrow corridor that led to a darkened, private room. “Your lesson now begins, Slattern. Make your self acceptable for my eyes and to be in my presence. Do not look at me, Slattern.” Emily stood in the middle of the room, slightly confused at the phrasing of Eli’s words, as he went to lit candles for the room. He didn’t mean what she thinks he meant, she thought. For a moment, panic break through her, her common sense questioning the unreality of this whole scenario. But just before she lose in her own inner struggle, she felt Eli’s arms wrapped around her, steadying her as if some anchor in this stormy sea of emotions. Once again, his words soothed her, calmed her, as clarity of purpose came back to her.

She felt him stepped away, releasing her from both his arms and his words, as if knowing that the next step is up for her to take, to demonstrate truly if she is set on this path, or to retreat gracefully before things are fully in motion. This she must do without influence or coercion on his part, and they both know it. She took a deep breath, and with movements both graceful and natural, she lifted her hand behind her, unzipped her dress and with a fluid movement allowed it to slide to the floor. Clad only in skimpy underwear, her beautiful, young body, bathed in the golden glow of candles, was a picture of feminine beauty. In a voice husky with emotions, she quietly said, “I hope this is acceptable”, pausing slightly before adding, “Master.”

 

[SexyVita]

Jonathan Hatfield

"Why not." he told himself the worst she could do was slap him and stomp off. He crushed her lips with his letting her know that this sudden movement was no accident. His tongue urged her mouth open while he bent into her bringing his arm further down and his hand searching further underneath her dress, his cupping fingers finding the wetness he had anticipated between her smooth silky inner thighs.

Pearl wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the strangers actions, although two things were immediately apparent. The first was that he knew she was wet. She couldn’t help but notice how his hand slid across her upper thigh with the kind of ease that only comes from lubrication. The second thing was that she didn’t want him to stop. The sudden, forbidden thrill of having him take her right here, in the hall where at any moment someone might see them was intensely erotic and more wetness surged out of Pearl’s pussy. She was definitely hornier than she had ever been outside of her own twisted fantasies. For some reason this entire party was starting to seem oddly like the world of her imagination, a world where Pearl was hardly the perfect wife and homemaker. In that world, Pearl was a slut, plain and simple, she lived for sex and the crazier, more perverse or more taboo it was, the more she wanted it.

Pearl wanted to encourage him and indeed to goad him into taking her there in the hall, so she returned his kiss, opening her mouth to his tongue and playing hers across his teeth. At the same time, she moved into his climbing hand so that it could not help but be pressed against her hot cunt. She even started to roll her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his hand. Between the encounter with Rochelle and then this, Pearl was completely over the edge. She was almost insane with lust, and it showed in her eyes. She looked almost predatorial, wanting to completely devour the stranger with her passion.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Just then, Rochelle caught Cat sauntering toward the front door and glimpsed a familiar face. What the hell is Juliet doing here, alone?? Rochelle heaved a sigh and stood up. I really wish she hadn't come alone. Men will be bothering her all night long. God forbid, but if something happened to her, Cat would have issues with her mother...the super bitch. Guess I am gonna go protect her.

"Excuse me, I see someone who needs a stern talking to. Maybe even an ass whipping."

With a seductive wink, she walked away..and marched over to Juliet, who stood gaping by the front door.

"Close your mouth, my dear and come over here with me."

Juliet closed her mouth and stared at Rochelle, having both seen and vaguely heard Rochelle's exchange with the man she'd been sitting by. Juliet allowed herself to be led along by Rochelle, despite her annoyance. In her head all she could think about was that she didn't come to this party to be babysat, least of all by this woman. When they had reached a relatively quiet part of the house, Juliet stopped the older woman and crossed her arms.

"I have a mother, thank you very much, so while I appreciate your concern, Rochelle, you don't have to watch over me or breathe down my neck or anything."

Juliet was surprised at herself and her mouth, but she figured everything had sort of come to a head. When the look on Rochelle's face finally registered, Juliet quickly tried to rephrase what she had already said.

"Shit, Rochelle, I didn't mean to sound like that. I just don't want you to feel obligated to baby-sit me here. I know how to take care of myself."

But somehow, this wasn't what Juliet felt at all. She knew now that having Rochelle jump in and play protector was entirely different than the roles her parents played in her life, always trying to shield her from everything. Rochelle's way felt different. Juliet blinked and once again tried to recover from her ridiculous speech.

"Okay, I know how to take care of myself in a controlled environment. I'm guessing this isn't controlled, or acceptable since my parents don't know where I am..." Juliet hesitated. "I didn't mean to be a jerk. I just came here for my own reasons, you know? I'm tired of lessons and routine and a set wardrobe. It's all crap. I just wanted to come here to have fun, whatever that means."

Juliet shrugged sheepishly and looked at Rochelle expectantly.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Okay, I know how to take care of myself in a controlled environment. I'm guessing this isn't controlled, or acceptable since my parents don't know where I am..." Juliet hesitated. "I didn't mean to be a jerk. I just came here for my own reasons, you know? I'm tired of lessons and routine and a set wardrobe. It's all crap. I just wanted to come here to have fun, whatever that means."

Juliet shrugged sheepishly and looked at Rochelle expectantly.

Rochelle looked at Juliet, taking in the slight blush of color on her face and the way she bounced side to side on the balls of her feet, almost as if she were trying to escape.

"Look, Juliet, I am not trying to be your mother but this party has some very outre' characters. You are young and gorgeous. So at some point, some man, somewhere, is going to take it upon himself to have a go at you. If that's what you'd like, fine. Far be it from me to tell you not to get your jollies while you are young. But, here's the thing, showing up here without your parent's knowledge could cause trouble for Cat if anything negative happened to you. So then, consider me your friendly advisor. I won't babysit you, hell I barely have enough energy to babysit myself, but I will be around if you find yourself involved in some shit that makes you jumpy. OK?"

Rochelle watched Juliet's face., looking for signs of disbelief or mulishness but she didn't see any. As a matter of fact, there was something about Juliet's eyes that reminded Rochelle of Pearl and the interlude in the bathroom. Fuck, now I am just imagining shit. Not every white girl in the world feels the need to make out with me.

"So, then, go have a blast. Talk to some people. Get your flirt on. But if shit gets rough. You come find me. I am great at dealing with rough shit, trust me."

Rochelle grinned, flashing pretty white teeth in a false barracuda snarl. Then she winked at Juliet and meandered back to her seat.

 

[stealblue72]

Eli

Eli was uncertain what Emily’s response would be as he backed away from her lithe form. Eli knew that if she did not give of herself willing to him, she would never truly be his Submissive. He could take advantage of short term pleasure but would sacrifice long term possibilities. As her dress fell to the floor and she continued to look down at the floor, Eli was taken aback at her beauty as it radiated in the candle light. “Slattern, your beauty is worthy of your Master. I am well pleased.” Eli understood that Emily had taken another step into their new relationship. He could see the excitement in her eyes and the fear in her staggered breathing.

As their eyes adjusted to the light, the outfitting of the room could be seen. There were more paintings on the wall like those in the Library but depicted even more graphic events in the lives of the dom/sub characters portrayed. Candles were at strategic spots throughout the room to geive the right amount of ambient light. There were benches throughout the room, a steel table and a concrete table, various stands and cabinets. Eli could see various impliments of pain and pleasure, bindings and ropes, chains and clamps, whips and crops. Eli wondered how much use Cat got out of this room. He did not want to be interupted before he finished his indoctrination of Emily into this new world and placed his seal on her soul.

“Slattern, your training will now continue. You are learning very quickly.” Eli explained to her as he approached her body again. His fingers traced the outline of her cheeks, down her neck, across her collar bone and down to the center of her breasts. He rested his hand in her cleavage, wanting to feel her heart pound and gauge the rhythm of her breath. Eli could tell that her need was rising and the excitement of the situation was burning in her. He wanted to further convince her that she had made the right choice.

“You will now be on your knees before me, Slattern! “ Eli said in a very raspy but forceful voice. He was admiring the effect that the candle light had on her red hair and the effect her scent was having on his excitement. “Your new life has begun and you are now on the edge of experiencing the greatest ecstasies known to womankind.” Eli now stood behind her with the back of her head against his waist and his hands on her shoulders. “Your beauty is incredible. Your body is sublime. Prepare your self for what you know must come next.” Eli’s voice trailed off leaving Emily to ponder and prepare for what she had to endure next.

 

[kuruptu4fun]

As Rochelle returned, I ask if everything is ok, and how she knew the peeping lucy behind the front door. I listen intently as she tells me that she's snuck out and come here to experience a party. "Boy she's picked a doozy to start with," I say,"She'll be lucky if she gets outta here wthout carrying her panties in her pocket." lauching a little as I finish that sentence."That is if she's wearing any to begin with......pockets I mean." I stand and take Rochelles' hand in mine guiding her up to escort me to the bar." Is your migrane? and could it handle another shot of Tequila and a walk around the grounds?" We get to the bar ad put in our orders, watching her slam the tquila inspires me to do it myself. As well as escort it with another Bourbon and Coke. The sun is bright on our faces as we walk out to the Japanese inspired garden. Filled with bamboo and banners that are fluttering in the wind. I stand with Rochelle in between the stone bench that faces the Karesansui (stone)garden and the bamboo that lines the back edge of the enclosure itself...
http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e75/KuruptU4Fun/stonegarden.jpg

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Juliet Key

Juliet watches Rochelle as she finishes her piece, grins, and walks away. Juliet sighs, pissed that she missed her opportunity to say something halfway brazen and goes to find something to drink. Juliet notices Cat and motions to her, explaining herself and asking her to please not mention anything to her parents.

Wandering outside, Juliet spots Rochelle and her not-too-shabby looking escort. Out of curiosity, she half follows them and half admires the garden on her walk. Before she's spotted, she heads back the way she came and runs into a few people, some of whom know her, others who don't but introduce themselves. Feeling a little rebellious and a little cautious, Juliet makes up various names to introduce herself with.

On her third drink, Juliet feels comfortable enough to wander back out to the garden, not knowing whether or not she should approach Rochelle and her mate or just observe. Dropping down onto a bench, she tries to subtly watch the goings on around her, waiting to see what will happen next...

 

[slowandeasy]

She was almost insane with lust, and it showed in her eyes. She looked almost predatorial, wanting to completely devour the stranger with her passion.

Jonathan threw all caution to the wind. Apparently Pearl didn't know him from Adam. He had thought that since he had played golf with her husband Jack she would have noticed him coming around to pick him up but then they were always in a hurry late for tee time as usual so maybe she didn't notice him. All the better he thought sex with a stranger always intrigued him in fact it made him even hornier than usual just thinking about it and now that he was about to. His cock sprang up ready for the challenge. he wouldn't speak a word and hoped she didn't either and they would share this erotic experience as strangers. No holds barred pure unadulterated sex.


His fingers found what they were searching for in the wet expanse between her thighs. With the fingers of one hand he opened her not feeling any need for foreplay. She was ready. His other hand unzipped his pants and let his cock spring out. In one fluid movement her legs circled his waist and her ankles clamped together on his back In another movement she impaled herself on his cock and he groaned as she took all of him easily inside. For a brief moment they clung together and then they began to fuck, slowly at first and then as the tension in their bodies grew, they moved faster. Pearls arms around Jonathans neck pulled him to her mouth and together they sought the heat and passion that was there. Jonathans hands left her butt as he braced her against the wall and held her on him with his cock. He found her breasts and teased each nipple pulling and tweaking them to hardness. For a moment Jonathan wished he had this woman in bed with him , he could fuck her all night, she was so hot, he wanted to make her cum for hours on end. Then he remebered this was just a quickie. It would be just a matter of minutes and they would drive each other over the edge. That is if no one came along and interupted them. That was part of the thrill not knowing if they had time to finish.

 

[SexyVita]

If Pearl had taken a moment to really think about what she was doing, she probably would have stopped. The thought that she was cheating on Jack who, boring as he was, allowed her to live the style of life she wanted, or at least thought she wanted, would have been too much. Not to mention the fact that they were doing it right here in the hall where anyone might see them. But this was not one of those moments for thought. This was all about passion, lust and the thrill of the illicit. These were the things that filled Pearl’s dreams yet were utterly lacking from her real life until tonight.

She moaned softly when his hand reach her pussy and she gasped with the surge of heat that ran through her body when he put his cock inside her. With her back pressed against the wall, she wrapped her legs around his strong body, causing her own weight to pull her down hard on his cock. As he started to pump against her, Pearl rotated her hips to meet each thrust. He felt so warm and vibrant against her, so unlike her cold fish of a husband. Despite wanting to be quiet, she couldn’t help but moan. She knew it would not be long before she came and her only coherent thought was to wonder if he would last long enough for her to do so.

That question was answered when he began playing with her nipples. Pearl’s nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and the feel of his strong rough hands on them was more than enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. When that didn’t seem likely to work, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the pent up passion in her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned into it. Meanwhile her whole body was shaking and her pussy contracted around his cock. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as he kept thrusting into her.

 

[slowandeasy]

Even with the thought of being caught and having to pull out of her unrequited Jonathan wanted to make this quickie to be endless. He purposly concentrated on her kiss her tongue in his mouth probing it like a little cock, her mouth wet and supple just like her cunt, her moans of passion, an indication of impending orgasm, blocking out his own need to finish.

He felt her body shake and her pussy contract around his cock and though he kept stroking in and out of her, he felt no need to tense his muscles and thrust his hips to spurt out his cum. Instead he let her pussy milk him while he wallowed in the wonderful feeling of the suction of her orgasmic contractions. Each long sensuous stroke inward was met by the muscled contraction that stripped his cum from his cock into the hot recess of her pussy as he pulled away, only to discover another load of hot cum ready to sucked out by her next contraction. He wanted to tell her what a wonderful fuck she was but he didn't. He knew she was the kind of woman who was proud of her ability to please a man as well as herself. He kept silent and let her milk him dry.

 

[kuruptu4fun]

On her third drink, Juliet feels comfortable enough to wander back out to the garden, not knowing whether or not she should approach Rochelle and her mate or just observe. Dropping down onto a bench, she tries to subtly watch the goings on around her, waiting to see what will happen next...

And what she sees is this:

Christopher has torn down a couple of the red fluttering banners attatched to the bamboo and Rochelle was sitting on the bench before the garden. I join her sitting closely to her and leaning over her legs so that we were practically chest to chest. Whispering things from this distance, pushing the bounds of just how close I can get to her, hoping to taunt her into a kiss. She teases, she entices, but after a few lingering minutes she gives into my desires and kisses me deeply. Sliding my hand behind her back and pulling her to me, I slowly lay her down on the bench, letting the cold granite touch her skin and give her goosebumps. Her hands slide up above her head to the edge of the bench. Taking the opportunity presented me I tie Rochelles' hands together then around the bench itself. Caressing her face and kissing her again passionately. I walk over to the bamboo again and remove a set of leaves from it. Then walk back and offer a second banner for her eyes, hoping that she will allow herself the full experience I could provide her....

 

[littlewaif]

((bump?))

 

[Trinique_Fire]

out of character

((bump?))

Well, I'm still here...just wondering where the hell everyone else went. Maybe the party was a flop.

I'll post this evening.

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl

Pearl could feel him as he began pumping his seed inside her. She didn’t even care that she wasn’t using any form of contraception. In fact at that moment she welcomed it. She had wanted a child for years and if her husband wasn’t man enough to make her pregnant, maybe this stranger was! She couldn’t hang on to the thought for long though, as another wave of pleasure surged through her body. Pearl wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up, the sensations were almost too much.

When she was sure that one more orgasm would cause her to pass out, it was finally over. Pearl collapsed boneless against the stranger. If not for having her back press up to the hallway wall, she probably would have slid down him and ended up on the floor. Her eyes were closed, some part of her not wanting to end the moment. Even if she could have said something to the stranger, what would she say? Somehow, she felt that saying anything would ruin the moment. Perhaps if he spoke first, it would be different…

 

[slowandeasy]

Jonathan held her satiated body for a while wallowing in the pure pleasure of orgasmic bliss. He took a deep breath and lowered her to the floor and waited until she was standing on her own before he slipped his cock from her hot pussy.

he bent over and kissed her softly "Thank you honey, that was perfect just perfect., but lets' keep it that way by remembering this time as one when two strangers had the most terrific sex ever. I'm sure we'll meet again either tonight or around the neighborhood, and we'll probably be introduced and maybe even become friends.

He kissed her again a hard and fast goodbye kiss because he knew even if they did find the time and the place to do this again it would be different, they would no longer be strangers.

He tucked his deflated cock back in his pants, zipped up and headed for the kitchen wondering if there was any of his wine left.

 

[SexyVita]

It was awhile before Pearl could stand on her own legs and the whole time she could still feel him inside her. Only when her legs would support her again did he finally pull out. And then, as she had hoped, he spoke first.

“Thank you honey, that was perfect, just perfect, but lets' keep it that way by remembering this time as one when two strangers had the most terrific sex ever.” Pearl blushed at the unexpected flattery.

“I'm sure we'll meet again, either tonight or around the neighborhood, and we'll probably be introduced and maybe even become friends.” To this she merely nodded. It seemed that he had said all the words that needed saying.

After his quick, but passionate, kiss and hasty departure, Pearl composed herself, smoothing down her skirt and teasing her hair. She had to reapply her lipstick for the second time that night. What is happening to me? she wondered. Why don’t I feel guilty for having cheated on Jack? For the moment, she did not have answers to these questions, but she was resolved to find out. For a moment she flirted with the idea of going to clean up, but somehow the idea of the stranger's cum running slowly down her leg made her feel delightfully naughty. Besides, her knee-length skirt would hide the fact. So, she returned to the party minus the stockings she had ditched earlier and looking a bit flushed, but that could just be a bit too much wine as far as anyone else knew.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rochelle

Then walk back and offer a second banner for her eyes, hoping that she will allow herself the full experience I could provide her....

Rochelle allows Christopher the first tie but her eyes lock with his when he returns to her side.

"I don't feel very confident with this. I don't know you well enough." She sighs into silence and then closes her big brown eyes. "Plus I don't believe in putting on shows." Her eyes pop open again. "If you didn't notice, we have company."

She looks over at Juliet. "Thought you were here to enjoy the party??"

Rochelle giggles once and then looks up at Christopher. "I will grant you this one thing, though. If ever you want a one on one, give me a ring. I am just not much of an exhibitionist."

 

[kuruptu4fun]

I look back at our peeking tom and then turn to Rochelle, You could invite her to take your place, then we could explore her together. It's your choice really, I never want to involve someone who is not a willing participant. What do you think, should we invite her over?