Whip it out!

Trying to be discreet, you pull down your zipper slowly with your free hand and release your cock from its cruel confinement. "Stroke it, John. Look at me while you stroke it," purrs Marcia, pushing your other hand deeper under her dress until your fingers touch what are unmistakably the dripping wet lips of her pussy.

Gordon has cut off Marcia's list at the sixth or seventh lewd tale, wanting to give the guests their turns, and Martin has gamely demanded "Dare!"

"I dare you to see whether Anita has worn panties tonight," orders Gordon. The hot little Indian's dark eyes nearly double in size, and she squeals as the guests laugh, but she's clearly less offended than aroused by the proposal. Her date, Mark, holds her hand, a little more apprehensive, but also caught up in the moment.

You and Marcia return your eyes to each other, and you stroke your shaft a little faster as the rest of the guests are obviously distracted by the impending panty inspection.

"I think of you in the office, Marcia."

"What do you think about?" she whispers, intently rubbing her clit with your fingers as if they were a dildo.

Your eyes drink in her every sexy curve. "Fucking you," you whisper back.

"Do you cum on my face John when you think of me? On my tongue?" She licks her luscious lips for emphasis.

"Alllll over you. In buckets!" you sigh, and she shivers in delight at the thought.

Only later do you learn that Martin did, in fact, lift Anita's mini-skirt and declare her panty-free, but that she, apparenly enjoying the way he had caressed her legs during the dare, hooked her legs over his shoulders and wouldn't let him go. In the ensuing commotion Melissa apparently also noticed what you and Marcia were up to, and announced "It appears, with dinner concluded, that our guests are moving on to dessert!"

With the game broken up for other entertainments, and the pretense of discretion gone, Marcia releases your hand and straddles you on the couch, first letting you give each of her dark, pointy nipples a good hard sucking, then taking your face in her hands and kissing you deeply. You grab one of her perfect melons in each hand and squeeze them greedily as you suck on each other's tongues.

You finally come up for air as Marcia slides down to her knees between your legs. The other guests are all sampling "desserts": Martin's head is beneath Anita's skirt, feasting, while Mark's face is buried in Melissa's cleavage as she roughtly strips his clothing. Gordon remains in his wingbacked chair as Melanie sucks his cock, and Dan has dropped his pants and caresses Melanie's ass while he slowly pulls down the zipper of her party dress.

Marcia wraps her soft, round tits around your cock and laps at the head as you thrust, gazing up at you wide-eyed with lust.

"Like this?" she pants. "Did you dream of fucking my tits?"

"That and everything else, baby... Hot and hard and deep!"

Dan seems to be watching you and his wife more intently now, his expression a bit angrier, even as he has himself buried in Melanie's tight young ass.

"Oh, don't mind Dan," purrs Marcia reassuringly, noticing your distraction. "This is how we play. It turns him on to see me doing things with other men that I won't do with him... Rimming their asses... Letting them fuck my ass... Even giving head,"

Her cute little lips smile wickedly. "He tries to get back at me by fucking little sluts like that." She pinches her nipples, obviously enjoying the thought.

You pump her tits harder, feeling a little aroused at the idea yourself. "Well, how shall we..."

Marcia takes your cock in both hands, licking the head like a lollypop.

"Fuck my mouth John."

She sucks on the head of your cock, lapping it furiously while it's in her mouth, teasing the hole with the tip of her tongue, then pulling it from her lips with a "POP".

"Fuck it like a cheap whore's cunt!"

She closes her eyes and moans lightly at the taste of a bit of your precum. She returns to lapping the head furiously, looking up at you through her wildly mussed hair with lust-crazed eyes.

"Use me! Be an animal!"

Worked into your own frenzy by the scene and Marcia's words, you take her head in your hands and thrust your cock between her sexy lips and steadily down her throat. You feel her moan with pleasure and clutch at your ass with her hands. Out and back again, your thrusts pick up speed as your own lust flares within you, pulling back only when you feel her gag.

"Don't stop, baby! Fuck my mouth! Pump your load down my throat!"

You turn her around to fuck her against the couch. Spit flows down her chin and over your balls as you fuck her as hard as she begs for it. Her hands clutch and search over your ass and back and chest, finally pinching your nipples to send you over the edge. With a growl you begin pumping, tremors shaking your body as you squirt hot cum down Marcia's throat. You pull back a bit involuntarily, filling her mouth. Slumping to a seat on the floor, your cock falls from her lips.

Marcia drools your load from her lips over her breasts and into her cupped hands. She gasps to catch her breath before lapping up your cream again from her hands and off her nipples, looking into your eyes and smiling as she swallows.

Both of you look over at Dan, who has apparently been watching you the whole time, and snarls as he clutches Melanie's tits and shoots his load up her ass.

Marcia cuddles with you in a sticky embrace. "Mmmmmm, John, Monday morning I want to sit under your desk and suck you off all day".

"We may have to negotiate that with Ms. Cole"