Birthday Party

It's your 24th birthday and this year you've decided to throw the most awesome party ever. You send invitations to all the hot women you know (making sure to explicitly exclude their partners) and require that all guests dress as prostitutes. As an extra incentive, you offer a prize for the sluttiest outfit.

On the night of the party you can barely contain your excitement, wondering what each girl will wear. You make sure your camera is charged and the memory card is empty, because you plan on taking lots and lots of pictures!

The allotted hour approaches, then passes. It seems that everyone has decided to be fashionably late.

Two hours later you are still sitting on the couch, anxiously checking your watch. Why has no-one turned up? It's inexplicable!

As midnight approaches, you have to face reality. Your invitations have clearly all been lost in the post.

You start clearing up despondently, when suddenly the doorbell rings. You dash to the door and open it.

On your doorstep are Stacy Smith and Gwen Doe, both wearing long coats.

"Hi John," says Gwen cheerfully, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing past you through the door.

"Happy Birthday," says Stacy. "Sorry we're late. We were almost here but then we decided we weren't dressed slutty enough, so we went back to change!"

Stacy gives you a hug and a kiss, and you offer to take her coat. Underneath she's wearing tight black lycra hotpants over the top of black fishnet stockings and high heels. Her nipples are poking through a pink boob-tube top that barely contains her big, bouncy tits. Her hotpants are so tight that they are half way up her ass at the back and she's got a pronounced cameltoe happening at the front. You suddenly feel funny in your pants.

Gwen calls back from the lounge room. "Oh no! it looks like everyone's left already!"

Stacy looks disappointed. "Is the party over? Don't tell me I squeezed into this for nothing!"

"The party was awesome!" you lie. "It was so crazy the neighbors called the police and they made everyone leave

"That's terrible!" says Gwen, "but we're here now, so get ready for round two."

Gwen discards her coat and you gasp. Underneath, her perky breasts are encased in a black lacy bra. She's wearing matching panties, with stockings and suspenders. Her underwear is really sheer so you can see the outline of her nipples through her bra and a thick luxuriant bush through her panties. Tied at the hips with ribbons, her panties have a seam up the back so they hug every curve of her buttocks. A pair of killer high heels finishes the ensemble.

"Holy crap Gwen, you look amazing!" you exclaim.

Gwen giggles. "Oh you think so? You like my outfit then?" She does a little twirl in front of you so you can check out her cute body.

You try to hide the bulge in your pants but she gives you a hug and you know she can feel your cock pushing into her stomach. She whispers in your ear, "Go ahead, have a bit of a feel, I know you've always wanted to!"