Dinner Party Sex Stories Novels & Stories

If she denied that she didn't like the sex with Nick, then she would become a liar. The sex was hot and second to none. It felt so good since it was her mate who disvirgined her. “What are you trying to get at, Wonnell?” Jenna muttered, her mind reeling back to her sister's numerous questions about her mate. ….. Once it was 6pm, Jenna dressed and applied some makeup, ready for the dinner party. “Ms Jenna, it's time for the party.” A maid came upstairs to inform Jenna. “I will be there in a jiffy.” Jenna replied, did some last touches to her make-up and made her way downstairs.

“Yes, i have heard that line about a million times and honestly, i cannot wait to get a feel of it myself.” “It is tonight she is coming over, chill.” “I wish i can move the hands of time faster.” I laughed out loud, dumping a huge chunk of scottish bread into my mouth. “You know, i was thinking we do a bit of role play to add some spice into this forbidden sex.” “Hmm, now you are talking something i love to hear. What do you have in mind.” “You know the first time we had a trio sex, we had the girl act like a dog and we told her exactly what we wanted from her and had her do it right?”

He kept grinding, pushing every drop inside me, dragging out the pleasure for what felt like forever. Afterward, he helped me clean up just enough to look presentable, then pulled me into his lap in his executive chair. “My wife is hosting a dinner party tonight,” he murmured, fingers lazily pushing his cum back inside me. “I want you there. Sitting across from her with my load still inside you.” I shivered. “Yes, Mr. Kane.” That night at the dinner party, I sat directly across from his wife, smiling politely while her husband’s cum slowly leaked into my lace panties. Every time I shifted in my seat, I felt him.

I don’t know what got into me, but I came. Even knowing the sinful thoughts I had about her husband, I still did. Millie had sent me the address, and the party was surprisingly empty. Just Millie, her husband, and a man she said was her husband’s friend. Right now we were seated at the dining table having dinner. “Oh stop,” Millie said playfully as her husband’s friend tried to feed her with his spoon. I noticed the two were very close, and yeah, the only thing keeping me busy was thoughts of my shitty life, minimum-wage bullshit, how alone I was.

“Sit. Eat. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” Dinner was filled with light conversation — college stories, his latest construction job, complaints about our parents’ endless honeymoon phase. But underneath every word was electricity. His eyes kept drifting to my legs, to the way my shorts rode up when I shifted. I found myself crossing and uncrossing my thighs, hyper-aware of how bare I was underneath. As the sky darkened and stars appeared, we moved to the lounge chairs overlooking the beach. The air grew cooler, but the heat between us only intensified.

--- "Please control yourself." "I know you don't care much for it."--- He speaks hoarsely in my ear.--- "In fact, it makes you even more aroused by this danger of anyone seeing or fighting. " Of course he would remember the day of the dinner party, that night I met his parents and the rascal was doing me the favor of fingering me under the table while I needed to hold a conversation with my mother-in-law. I really enjoyed that night, the orgasm was even more intense.

We ate tons of junk food, and some homemade meals I had earlier prepared for the party, everyone was surprised and ate all with as much joy as I felt when preparing the meal. After the meal, we took turns telling stories of our mischief as kids and Rose's story was the absolute winner. We gossiped, and shared juicy tidbits about our mates and also who was dating who in the pack. Who mated and who got rejected, Amber didn't mind when rejection and mating were discussed, she understood that it was a topic no one could shield away from. Once again I hoped everything between her and Chris would be sorted and they will live happily ever after. It was almost midnight when we heard a knock at the d

There was saliva and cum over everybody's body, leaking from pussies and added, on boobs, dripping from mouth, on the belly, there was it. Then we were thrown into the pool and fucked by four men there. It was my first sex party and I loved it and it won't be my last either and soon I became one of the VIP at the party. [The END] --------------- Author Says: Hi Readers, I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or you can email me anytime at [ just22avi@gmail.com ]. Quote of The Day: "Less Stress and have More Sex"

--- Thursday was the most intense night yet. Viktor hosted a small, exclusive dinner party at his penthouse with four of his most trusted allies. Isabella served the entire dinner completely naked except for a delicate gold chain around her waist and heels. The men openly stared and commented on her body as she moved around the table. After dessert, Viktor had her lie on the dining table like a centerpiece. He spread her legs wide and let each man use her mouth while he fucked her pussy. They passed her around the table like a shared dessert — each man getting a turn in her mouth or between her tits while Viktor claimed her lower holes.

The guys roared with laughter, asking for more details. The questions gradually grew spicier as the night progressed. Marcus asked, “Never have I ever fingered a girl in a public place.” Jake and Ryan drank, sharing quick filthy anecdotes that made my pulse quicken. I stayed quiet but felt my pussy beginning to tingle with interest. I took my turn, trying to keep my voice steady. “Never have I ever had sex while other people were in the same room.” A couple of the guys drank, launching into detailed stories of risky encounters at parties that left me squirming on the couch.