A titty-fuck.

The bottle spins and points to Melissa and Martin.

Your middle-aged boss smiles and raises an eyebrow at the handsome black man.

“Will you pick from the hat or shall I?” she asks.

“I think the lady should always get to choose,” he replies gallantly.

“Here goes then.” With that Melissa reaches into the hat and retrieves the next challenge: “’The lady should give the gentleman a well-deserved titty-fuck,’” she reads.

“Well you’ve certainly got the equipment for it,” comments Gordon.

“You should know my dear,” she replies. “In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if…”

Gordon just smiles.

“Don’t keep the young man waiting, my dear,” he says at last.

Melissa glances round the room. Most people are still fully dressed, apart from yourself and Melissa. You are holding your trousers against your crotch. The blonde secretary is holding her red dress up against her breasts and pussy, but like you has declined to put it on.

Melissa shrugs and pulls her vest top off, revealing an impressive pair of breasts held in check by a lacy bra. Martin whistles in admiration.

“You can let them out if you’d like,” invites the attractive brunette.

Martin walks over to where Melissa is sitting and leans over her, getting to grips with the bra strap. Meanwhile, faced with the bulging crotch of the handsome IT technician, Melissa begins to undo his trousers. Martin grins stupidly as his dark manhood uncurls to full length in Melissa’s hands. He redoubles his effort with the bra catch and eventually it comes open in his hand.

Melissa lets the confining underwear fall to the floor and dressed only in her shorts now, she begins to massage her breasts, squeezing them and plucking at the nipples, but always with Martin’s big black cock sandwiched between her large pale globes.

Martin gasps and mumbles in pleasures.

“Do you like the feel of that Martin?” asks Melissa. “Do you like the feel of my soft velvety breasts as they slide against your big… hard… cock?”

“Oh… yeah…” gasps Martin, clearly turned on, but unable to respond to Melissa’s slutty talk.

“That’s good… big boy,” continues Melissa, “because I like the feel of your big throbbing cock between my soft silky breasts.”

“Oh yeah,” gasps Martin again.

You stare enthralled, as does your wife and most of the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that only Mark and Anita have taken the opportunity to get into some heavy petting of their own.

“I want you to do something for me, Martin,” says Melissa.

“Anything,” gasps Martin.

“I want you to give me something, Martin.”

“Anything…”

“I want a pearl necklace.”

“Uh… huh.”

“And I want it… Now!” With that Melissa squishes her breasts hard against his dick on the downward stroke and great beads of pearly white cum erupt from the swollen black cock. Martin grunts loudly and Melissa laughs as Martin’s spunk streams up around her neck, defying gravity for a time.

“Oh… that’s was amazing,” breathes Martin. “Unbelievable.”

“Hey,” comments your wife, “we’d better be careful here. We’re running out of men.”

She smiles sympathetically at your cock, which is still momentarily out of commission. But you’re fairly sure she’s mourning the passing of Martin’s manhood even more.

“Well, I’m still going strong,” comments Dan.

“So am I,” Gordon assures her, “and young Mark looks to be pretty much on top of things.” He glances at the young student still wrapped up in Anita. “Besides, you and Marcia seemed to manage without a man quite well enough.”

Your wife and Marcia blush.

“Anyway,” Gordon adds, “whose going to spin this damn bottle? I haven’t had a go yet.”