Dinner Party Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He trailed his hands down then held my butt in his two hands, “We are already late, butterfly.” “We are going to be more late,” I reasoned with him and he pulled away reluctantly. “Ugh, you have a point.” He accepted, picking up my purse and I slipped my hand through his. “It’s just going to be few hours. When we get back, you can do anything you want to me.” Alex smirked, his eyes shining. “Anything?” I smiled, battling my lashes. “Anything baby.” The dinner party was like any other dinner party, filled with Pearl's most popular models, executives and other blogs they work with. Men couldn't keep their eyes off of me, while women were consuming Alex like he was eye candy.

"You're a spoilt man who lacks a mother figure. Ah, sweet Jean, poor momma's boy. Let me ask you, if you got tired of me, how long would it take for you to find a new lover?" "I'm not out of a girl's arms, even for one night. I have to find a new lover the same day we break up. Have you ever heard about Veirea's dinner party?" "The dinner party for rich men?" "Yup. You know, I'm interested in attending that dinner party to find a new girl. I heard that they provide the most beautiful girls who have the potential to become mistresses. Poor ladies think they're just going to be waitresses, only dressed half-naked, but actually they're merchandise on display, showing their boobs and tits so tha

"For bigger stuff or parties, you can't beat the taste of hickory or mesquite." The other guys headed inside as Duncan pulled all the food off the grill and headed inside with it. He noticed that the ladies had set the table and everyone sat down. He leaned over and kissed his wife. "So what were you ladies talking about in here?" Ed asked. Kelly blushed immediately and shot a warning look at Marie. Marie couldn't help herself. "Oh you know, girl talk, sexual position, penis size." Kelly flopped her head down into her hands. Everyone around the table laughed, except Kelly, as she was three shades of red. "Jesus, Marie."

" they each took a hand rubbing affectionately. Smiling I look at the numbers trying to distract myself and not jump them already in their button down shirts which they left the top buttons open and pants suits as they paired it with a Versace dress shoe. Our dinner went smoothly with the exception of the waitress trying to seduce my mates but just one glare sent her and her mini outfit scurrying off. Filled to my satisfaction of the nice Italian dish I've forgotten its name we came back to the penthouse. Riding the elevator you could cut the obvious tension with a knife. Sexual waves bounce off each of us as I squirm from one foot to the other. Damian held a mischievous grin while Damon hel

I came so hard I nearly blacked out, my pussy gushing around the massive toy. After I recovered, I pulled her up and kissed her deeply. “I’m having a dinner party at my house next weekend,” I whispered against her lips. “I want you to cum… and I want you to fuck me again.” We got dressed, rejoined the party, and I found Ryan. He asked if I was having a good time. I smiled innocently and said, “I really like your friend’s wife, Lena. She is one very attentive hostess.” That night opened a door I never knew existed. Lena and I have been seeing each other ever since… and sometimes our husbands get to watch the filthy things we do together.

She was gasping desperately for air while he railed her from behind. “Come on my cock,” he ordered. She couldn't hold back no more, she shattered, as her pussy clenched around him as waves of unwanted pleasure ripped through her. Samson groaned and flooded her with hot cum, pumping every drop deep inside her. He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried, stroking her hair tenderly. “You belong to me now.” x****x♡˖ The next evening, the hedonistic party began. The main salon had been transformed. Low lighting, pulsing music very loud, and the scent of expensive cigars and sex. Naked waitresses—other captured girls, Selena realized with horror—served champagne. The men lounged on leather co

4. PREYE We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier. Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.

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.

Leslie was very wet and I was certain that it was someone else's cum and not, as she tried to tell me, her own juices. The one thing I did know for sure is whatever had happened at the party that night, it had turned Leslie into a sex maniac. Our sex life was usually limited to three or four times a week and then usually only one time, but that night she would not leave me alone. As soon as we got into the bedroom she pulled me to the bed and we did it with our clothes still on. When I came we undressed and she sucked me hard again, pushed me back on the bed and mounted me. I came the second time and she went to work on me again. The more she fucked me, the more I had to know what had happen

Hell yes, I told her, eager both to get out of the house and to see her again. The date proceeded as expected; we went out to dinner, we saw a couple of artsy movies, drank some wine at a local bar. After a few glasses we started making up stories about random people we saw across the room, what kind of sex they were into and what they would do if propositioned cold by one or the other of us. It was fun; Meg was devious and cute, and I think her wicked smile could have convinced a lot of people to take a chance. Fortunately it was just me going home with her that night.