Dinner Party Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It wouldn’t be on a spring break vacation, but it would be soon. A few days later, Darin was out studying, but Benji, Megan and I were headed out for dinner. I overheard them talking, with Megan providing intimate details of her birthday party. They loved sharing all their penis-related stories, so "all-things-penis" had become a frequent topic in their conversations. I was in the process of loading the dishwasher and getting everybody a beer, when I heard him, "It fills your mouth like nothing else ever has...I still don't know how you get it in your throat...I mean you're such a tiny girl...you're so petite!"

I thumb her while she grinds, and she cums two more times before I flip her and finish inside her this time, no condom, deep, both of us too far gone to care. We fuck all weekend. Shower sex on Saturday morning, I her pressed against the tiles, my hands full of soap, her boobs wet. We had rough sex on the Kitchen counter Saturday night, she bends over while making sandwiches, and I bang her from behind, laughing when mustard ends up on both of us. And on the Couch Sunday afternoon, slow and sweet, she sat on my cock kissing me tenderly while I play with her hair, slowly grinding, whining her waist, twerking dick.

I had booked the whole place, Ristorante Luna, an intimate Italian spot with candlelit tables and a small dance floor. No crowds, just us and a discreet staff who knew to vanish after serving. The host led us in, the air thick with garlic, and Chloe's steps faltered slightly from the vibe's tease. "You did all this?" she whispered, awe in her eyes as we sat at the prime table overlooking the empty room. "Wanted privacy," I replied, pouring her wine. Dinner was lovely, we ate, and Chloe's moans became more frantic as time went. By dessert, she was squirming, her nipples hard peaks under her dress, her pussy was no doubt soaked and throbbing against the buzzing silicone.

I looked at each of them, my voice barely a whisper but filled with absolute certainty. “Yes. I want everything you can give me. Every fang. Every cock. Every drop of blood and pleasure. Take me deeper. Make me yours completely.” Damien’s dark eyes glowed with approval as he pressed a final, lingering kiss to my marked throat. “Then rest now. When night falls again, the true Blood Party will reveal more of its secrets. And we will feast on you until you forget what it means to be merely human.” I closed my eyes, nestled among their cool, powerful bodies, the taste of blood and sex heavy on my tongue.

Not only Nina who will never retire, she was a true succubus, in which she told some of her stories, in the middle of lectures, when the city was involved in various people laughing, kissing and having sex outdoors in the midst of carpets of flowers and decorated cedar fabrics scattered there. By this time, they were kissing, couples scattered, watching sex scenes. Mouths in pussies, beautiful tits being sucked, men and their hard cocks in juicy mouths. In which I have seen and had done so many different things in their lives. Everyone there knew that these parties generated a range of jobs, in which their many jobs, I always liked to learn how to do everything. When everyone said that they

She took the coffee and smiled curtly at the waiter who then retreated. Grace leaned forward in her seat, her dramatic persona dropping slightly. “The woman whose comments about her ex-husband’s sexual prowess made three different famous blogs is telling me it wasn’t exciting?” “I didn’t….that’s not exactly what I said.” Grace shrugged. “Then tell me.” Despite the slight hesitation, Wren eventually smiled, feeling herself relaxing more into the mood. She told Grace all that went down at that party, up to the story of the darts game they played yesterday.

“Let’s go upstairs “, he said. I’ve always had a thing for Freddie honestly. We’ve not really done anything really sexual. We’ve made out once and that was it. Let’s go wild tonight, I mean why not. I gave him my hand and he pulled me up. “Where are you two going?”, Dylan asked as he saw us heading upstairs. Freddie shrugged, “To have fun”. This is gonna be a long night.

I ask, as her hands move down and she begins lathering my cock and balls. "These two friends of mine used to have parties whenever their parents were out of town." She says, as my cock starts to recover from her expert fondling. "During these parties, they'd set me up in one of their bedrooms and guys would line up outside the bedroom door with their grades. Any guy who met the grade point average would be let in to fuck me, sometimes more than one at a time." She says, as I pump my hard cock against her hand and she continues caressing my balls. "I would do as many as ten or fifteen guys at each party." She sighs, letting go of my cock and sliding her hands around to my ass cheeks. "Of cour

“I get it. I once dated a man whose G****e Calendar was color coded and I nearly had an orgasm.” Avery cackled. “You two are demons. I’m surrounded by deviance and secrets.” “You’re jealous,” Sheila said. “I’m jealous,” Avery admitted, sipping her soda. We finished most of the food only a few noodles and a sad spring roll left in the middle. The buzz from the party had faded into that perfect late night high: full stomach, a little tea in the chest, and too many secrets passed across the table. We talked about everything after that. Best orgasms. Worst dates. Who had the worst breath in the office (unanimously Kevin from IT). It felt easy. Like we’d known each other way longer than we had.

CHAPTER 41 - In A Room Together Calla’s POV Dinner was a halting, awkward, and strangely beautiful mess. Jade, to her credit, didn't try too hard. She told loud, slightly embarrassing stories from our shared past that made me laugh until my sides hurt—stories about disastrous dates, about scraping together change for frozen pizza, about the time we tried to dye my hair blue and turned the bathroom sink into a crime scene.