Collection Of Stories

It was the day of Sarah's charity event and her home was a hive of activity. The house was awash with floral arrangements, and everything was in place for the female guests to enjoy themselves - hopefully with charitable intent.

Sarah had sourced the appropriate costumes for Jane and me, Jane's in particular looking very s.e.xy; especially after Sarah suggested that Jane also wear something called a waist-cinch. This was simply a corset, in this case a red and black one trimmed with lace, that was to be worn over the maid's outfit around the midriff. It accentuated her narrow waist and gave prominence to the size of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, which were practically falling out of her low-cut top. All this, together with black stockings, suspenders and high heels, made her look tarty and most desirable.

My outfit was as Sarah described, but with a posing pouch to contain my Willy. The apron covering my nether regions couldn't have been much smaller and, as Sarah wished, it left my arse cheeks exposed! I was concerned that, if I suffered an erection I wouldn't be able to disguise the fact! Did Sarah choose it for this very reason, I wondered?

So, everything was in place and we were ready to receive the guests. However, seeing Sarah dressed formally and Jane in her maid's uniform, my posing-pouch underwent its first test - and failed, which was rather worrying. Anyhow, after dipping my c.o.c.k in an ice-bucket cooling the prosecco; I managed to get it under control and we took up our positions at the front door with trays of drinks.

I hadn't reckoned on the ladies being dressed to kill and was pleasantly surprised to see them looking gorgeous and smelling heavenly. I later asked Sarah about the difference in their ages and she told me the youngest would be around twenty-five, and the oldest in her late sixties.

As the women took drinks from me they either wanted to squeeze my biceps, stroke my c.h.e.s.t or nip my arse which, when I thought about it, was a back-handed compliment for taking good care of my body and appearance; not to mention an ego boost. Jane, standing the other side of the doorway, also received complimentary remarks, but they were delivered more discreetly, usually with a hand stroking her backside.

When Sarah acknowledged everyone was present, she suggested that Jane and I cruise the gathering offering more drinks. Fortunately for us, the only alcohol on offer was the prosecco and wine, which made it easy for us serving staff to organise refills. Jane and I were kept very busy - these women could drink - and, as it was a warm evening, we had to route ourselves around the garden too. On one of my rounds I came across a lady sitting alone in the corner of the garden. I walked up to her and offered a refill.

'Thank you my dear.' She responded taking a glass of white wine. Then, as if she felt the need to explain her solitude said. 'I find it too noisy indoors at the moment. It's much nicer out here in this lovely garden.' I agreed about the noise and offered to bring her a plate of nibbles. She thanked me and off I went for a selection.

I passed Jane on the way surrounded by a bevy of middle-aged ladies interested in her maid's uniform. I heard voices asking where they could purchase a similar outfit to wear for their husbands or lovers, or both! Other more adventurous women were fingering her low cut neckline and or twanging her black suspender straps. When I enquired whether everything was in order I thought it would give Jane the opportunity to escape their attention. But I was wrong. Instead, the women turned their attention to me, and it wasn't my biceps they wanted to squeeze this time. I felt hands on my t.h.i.g.hs, bum and one even grabbed my c.o.c.k! It was great, but pleading work duties I tore myself away and said I hoped to see them at the blackjack table later. I departed with wolf-whistles ringing in my ears.

In the kitchen I arranged a selection of nibbles on a plate and returned to the garden to find my solitary lady. She took the plate and another glass of prosecco, and thanked me. 'You are very kind, young man. Have you time to sit and chat for a few minutes?' She asked patting the seat beside her. 'I find your n.a.k.e.dness rather stimulating and I would love to learn what is under your apron.' Her directness shocked me the surprise on my face making her smile. 'Tut-tut, don't mind an old woman ribbing you. What's your name?'

'Peter ...,' I replied, '... and I really am busy, so if you'll excuse me.'

'Well, Peter, I'll do no such thing. I'll let you toddle off for now only if you promise to meet me later in private, when you can show me what's lurking beneath that apron.' Her hand began to lift the apron and I stepped back. 'Don't be shy, Peter, I'm sure Sarah wouldn't mind me molesting a member of her staff tonight of all nights!'

As my initial shock at being propositioned waned, my thoughts turned to her shapely assets. To begin with she was m.a.t.u.r.e and rather plump, but that didn't detract from her s.e.xiness in any way. In fact, she was very desirable indeed! From her blonde, bobbed hair to her immaculate make-up, she was the kind of lady who demanded male attention.

At her throat was a triple string of pearls that dropped in to a most pleasing cleavage between heavy b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her c.o.c.ktail dress was of blue silk, which twinkled beneath the fairy lights, the hem line ending seductively half way along her t.h.i.g.hs. This woman reeked of money and promiscuity and her offer to meet in private was tempting. I was wondering what kind of lingerie she wore beneath the blue dress when she spoke again.

'My name is Gloria and I really would love to meet in private with you. I am not going to take no for an answer, so we'll arrange a time and place later. In the meantime, I'll have some more wine and let you go about your business.' She shooed me away using the back of her hand. I turned to leave but Gloria laid a hand on my arm. Then, without hesitating, she slipped a hand under my apron and felt my c.o.c.k! 'My word, Peter,' she whispered, 'you are magnificent and I do believe it's growing for me!' Gloria was correct; I was getting a hard-on for her.

So it was all change. I donned an eye shade and took up my position behind the green baize, ringing the bell to announce the table open. There were too many players to begin with and I had to set a fifteen-minute rule to accommodate everyone. Fortunately for Sarah's charity, there were only a handful of serious players. The rest it seemed wanted only to make my acquaintance and literally throw their money away. But it was good fun and the surplus of b.r.e.a.s.t and cleavage around the table kept me interested - I'd never before been so close to such an amount of n.a.k.e.d flesh.

Meanwhile, Jane, accompanied by Alana - proprietor of Alana's Modes, were circulating among the women modelling various fashion wear. When I closed the table for a short break I passed Alana giving a group of women a more detailed description of the dress Jane was wearing at the time. One of them pointed out that, with the fabric so delicate, how come Jane's u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r didn't show? Without asking Jane's permission, Alana unzipped the dress in order to show the smooth lines of the lingerie Jane was wearing - also available at 33% discount.

I listened further to the women asking questions about Jane's sensual lingerie and watched them admire her shapely body; it was to be a prequel to yet more lingerie catwalks by Jane during the evening.

In the crush of women I felt my arse being stroked and a hand under my apron squeezing my burgeoning erection. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was.

'Yes, Peter, it's me again.' Gloria said softly in my ear. 'And I really would like that private show with you. So, I'm thinking the upstairs bathroom in five minutes, don't disappoint me.' I turned around to see her heading for the hallway and stairs, but I moved on to the kitchen ... I needed some cold water. I found Sarah there checking on the stocks of drinks.

'You look hot and bothered young man, are all these lovely ladies having an effect on your self-discipline?' Sarah asked trying to hide her smirk.

'You could say that and you were right about their wandering hands. I've been pinched, stroked, had my c.o.c.k squeezed several times and just now been propositioned by a lady called Gloria.' I explained taking a long swig from a bottle of water.

Sarah's eyes lit up.

'Gloria, you say. That doesn't surprise me. She has already asked me about you and, before you ask I never mentioned our friendship. I've known Gloria for years and her donations have been very generous in the past. However, she has a penchant for young men and a reputation to go with it, so hearing that she has her eye on you is no surprise.'

I thought about Sarah's words and wondered if she also knew about Gloria's proposed assignation with me. Then it struck me that Sarah might want Gloria kept sweet and onside for further donations and, she might want me to keep the appointment; I put my theory to Sarah and she told me it was purely my decision.

'Even Jane has been propositioned.' Sarah added with a further smirk and when she saw my surprise. 'Well, let's face it, Peter, there are approximately one hundred women here tonight. One of them has to like girly action and I've no doubt a couple of the others are bi-s.e.x.u.a.l; and Jane is a lovely girl.'Sarah was right, of course. I made my decision.

'OK, I'll find Gloria and try to keep her sweet for the rest of the evening.' I concluded. 'By the way, do you know how old she is?'

'In her late fifties I believe, but be warned, she's got a rapacious appetite for all things s.e.x.u.a.l! So, if you want somewhere comfortable, feel free to use my bedroom and, be assured, your encounter will not be like messing about with your grandmother!' I finished my water and left the kitchen.

Making my way casually along the landing to the bathroom I passed Sarah's bedroom. The door opened slightly and a voice whispered my name.

'Psst, Peter in here.' Gloria beckoned me and I noticed the sign on the door marked private, Sarah must have placed it there earlier. I checked there were no other women about and joined Gloria in the bedroom. The curtains had been closed and the only light came from bedside lamps, creating a seductive mood for whatever Gloria had planned. 'I've had a word with Sarah and she didn't mind us using her room.' Gloria said. 'So, what can we do in fifteen minutes?' It was a rhetorical question, because she knew precisely what she was going to do!

Gloria pushed me on to the edge of the bed putting our lips more or less level and kissed me. Well, to be more exact, she devoured me with big sloppy kisses forcing me to respond in the same manner - sloppily! When she tired of our lips slipping and sliding, Gloria grasped my c.o.c.k and told me to stand up.

'That was rather pleasant for starters, but now for the main course. Let's take off your apron and whatever else is hiding this lovely c.o.c.k.' Gloria dropped to her knees and stripped me, the impressive size of my n.a.k.e.d erection pleasing her when it sprang in to sight. She c.a.r.e.s.sed her cheek against my knob muttering. 'This is magnificent! How would you like a horny old woman to suck your d.i.c.k, Peter?'

Gloria's domination, a combination of age and confidence I assumed, was undeniably thrilling. She knew what she wanted and had no intention of taking no for an answer ... how could I refuse her? Her hands were soft, her lips were soft and her slurping of my c.o.c.k was like her kisses - sloppy, but f.u.c.k.i.n.g lovely!

'Peter, will you c.u.m for Gloria? Squirt your young creamy seed over my old body?' Her eagerness was such I never had the opportunity to reply before she continued. '... Judging by your stiff c.o.c.k, I don't think my age and body have repulsed you to such an extent that you can't bring yourself to spunk over me.'

I looked down at Gloria s.u.c.k.i.n.g on my c.o.c.k thinking that Sarah's choice of adjective to describe this woman's s.e.x.u.a.l appetite was spot on. Gloria was rapacious. She possessed an avaricious d.e.s.i.r.e to feast herself on my manhood and expect me to do her bidding. But, I too possessed a streak of avarice and a d.e.s.i.r.e to get her out of her blue silk dress and f.u.c.k her gorgeous plumpness! I spoke for the first time since entering the bedroom.

'Wouldn't you rather I squirted my creamy seed inside you, Gloria? I'm sure you'd prefer me pumping spunk up your p.u.s.s.y?'

Gloria was taken aback by my presumptuousness and ceased s.u.c.k.i.n.g.

'Are you saying that you would like to f.u.c.k me, young man?' She asked.

'Yes, so let's begin by taking off your dress. Stand up.'

Unaccustomed to being spoken to in this manner, especially by someone less than half her age, Gloria nevertheless rose to her feet. My fingers glided over the material of her dress and found the zipper at her neck. I pulled it all the way down and waited.

'Now, I want to watch you take it off.' I tried to sound as haughty as possible.

'Whatever you wish, Peter.' Gloria answered slipping the dress down her arms and wriggling it to her feet. She smiled and stepped from the heap of silk to pose in her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. 'Do you still find me pleasing to look at?'

'Very much so, Gloria, you look so s.e.xy and f.u.c.kable in that lingerie - pardon the language.'

'Never mind the f.u.c.k.i.n.g language, get on with the f.u.c.k.i.n.g!' Gloria was once more in charge of our coupling.'

'Please, not so hasty, let me enjoy the spectacle of you in your lingerie.' I begged humbly.

'Ah, I'm beginning to sense you have a penchant for older women and their lingerie. Am I right?'

'Yes and what I'm seeing at the moment fuels that penchant most pleasingly.' God, I really did have a fetish. I sat on the bed.

'How kind of you to admit that, Peter. At the outset, when I propositioned you in the garden, I thought you might be disgusted, not to mention being repulsed by my age and body. But here we are on the brink of behaving badly and all you want, at the moment anyhow, is to gaze at me and my lingerie.'

'Gloria, you are glorious. Is that what you call a basque?' I asked knowing full well it was but wanting Gloria to titillate me further by talking about it.

'Yes, it is a basque but with stockings attached to it.' She slid her fingers beneath the broad strip of black lace that meshed with the stocking tops and joined the hem of the basque, which itself was fabricated in black lace with rigid, vertical, firming stripes of black satin. 'All smooth lines beneath my dress.' Gloria added pushing against my c.h.e.s.t to lay me down.

Before I could comprehend what she was doing next, I felt her full weight descend on my t.h.i.g.hs straddling me. Reaching between her legs she grasped my erection and rubbed the helmet against her l.a.b.i.a, sighing with satisfaction. I, too, was feeling the need for satisfaction and reached down for her p.u.s.s.y, but my hand was slapped away.

'No time for any foreplay on this occasion young man, you promised to f.u.c.k me - so f.u.c.k me!' The fifteen minutes were nearly up and my presence at the card table would be missed if I dallied with Gloria for much longer.

'OK, on your back.' I demanded shoving her away.

With c.o.c.k in hand I probed for an entry amid the flabby folds of flesh between her huge t.h.i.g.hs. It seemed Gloria was an all-around sloppy lady because, when my knob slipped between her p.u.s.s.y lips and entered her welcoming heaven, I discovered it was a very wet heaven indeed. I sank deeper in to her sloppy v.a.g.i.n.a while adjusting her legs over my shoulders and pulling her plump arse to the edge of the bed.

'For your information, Peter,' Gloria panted, 'this basque comes with matching p.a.n.t.i.e.s, but I chose not to wear them tonight, as you can see.' She ended her sentence with a grunt, as my c.o.c.k attained maximum depth within her lovely plump p.u.s.s.y. 'That's the way, you naughty young man, nice and deep, nice and deep.' She repeated in concert with my urgent tempo.

It was taking me longer to c.u.m than I anticipated, chiefly because Gloria's p.u.s.s.y wasn't as tight as Sarah's and nothing like Jane's tenacious muscle controlled v.a.g.i.n.a.l passage. But Gloria was still a beautiful f.u.c.k, full of energy and a l.u.s.tful d.e.s.i.r.e for p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and debauchery. Between heavy breaths she managed to convey that she didn't normally climax when screwing, that only happened when she was being fingered f.u.c.k.e.d and she hoped I would please her in that fashion someday. I grunted that it would be my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

'Christ, Peter, you're making me feel years younger. F.u.c.k me harder big boy!'

The noise level being generated between us was getting louder. What with Gloria's groaning obscenities and me grunting with every thrust my c.o.c.k made I was sure we could be heard by any of the women walking past the bedroom en-route to the bathroom.

But being vociferous was part of Gloria's s.e.x.u.a.l chemistry and it was becoming infectious, not to mention inspirational. Meanwhile, however, Gloria's inner muscles had slackened further, reducing the friction on my shaft and making it harder for me to finish.

'F.u.c.k, young man, if you can make me feel like this after only a few minutes then what must it be like when you're under no pressure?' I pictured that particular scenario as I watched her big round t.i.t.s undulating.

'We'll have to find out, won't we?' I grunted dripping beads of perspiration on to her basque. 'And, I'd dearly love to pull the zipper on your basque and see your b.r.e.a.s.ts. But there isn't time.' I withdrew my c.o.c.k and begged Gloria to take me in her mouth and make me c.u.m.

'Yes, I think I'd better.' She replied sitting up and reaching for my wet c.o.c.k. 'Ooh, I do get rather wet down there, don't I?' Gloria's fingers slid along my shaft directing it between her lips, her podgy fingers gripping me hard and pumping fast, as she s.u.c.k.e.d relentlessly. Gloria was so resolute in her task I had to hold her head steady in order to secure maximum stricture to bring about my o.r.g.a.s.m. But she broke her rhythm briefly to advise me not to pull out and mess her dress, but to remain put and she would swallow everything.

The intensity of Gloria's remorseless attention soon had its effect and I felt the moment of ejaculation building rapidly. Suddenly I attained the point of no return and surrendered gratefully to her ministering. My initial squirt took Gloria by surprise making her choke and she had further difficulty swallowing subsequent deliveries, so by the time I was depleted she could barely breathe. But gradually she regained her composure and eventually released her hold on my d.i.c.k, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gloria was full of praise.

'We have to do this again, Peter, when we can take our time. Christ, your c.o.c.k was magnificent! Please say you'll visit me soon.'

'Gloria, nothing would give me greater p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e than to service your needs - whatever you d.e.s.i.r.e. But right now I'd better get back to my duties before Sarah misses me. I'll see you downstairs later.' After visiting the bathroom to clean up, get dressed and replace my mask, I headed off to take up my job as a blackjack dealer once more, leaving Gloria to her own devices.

I'd been away longer than I anticipated, but the s.e.x.u.a.l episode had had a calming effect on me and I was able to do my job with a more assured attitude; but being among the sights and smells of so many women soon had me stiffening up again.

'You took your time with Gloria.' It was Sarah sidling up to me as I was serving drinks to three particularly well-groomed ladies displaying more b.r.e.a.s.t and cleavage than they ought at their age. 'I'm sorry.' I replied filling the tray with empty glasses.

'Was she worth it?' Sarah was eager to learn.

'What can I say, except she wants to see me again?' Sarah thought about my answer.

'You never know, that could be a lot of fun if we all got together; definitely something to think about.'

The free alcohol was wreaking havoc and I could hardly make myself heard at the Blackjack table. I swear there wasn't a female at the event who wasn't under the influence, some of them unashamedly drunk and making l.e.w.d remarks; it was great!

Jane had ceased parading lingerie and dresses in order to fashion a range of tease costumes, which was going down well with the women in their present state of inebriation. I spotted her wearing a revealing American policeman's uniform complete with pistol and later on a nurse's outfit. But the one costume the ladies all went for was a schoolgirl uniform, and on Jane it looked fabulous. I later learnt that Alana had sold forty-two of that particular outfit, as well as many of the others Jane had shown off to perfection.

When the evening was drawing to an end, Sarah took control of the microphone and climbed on to a small podium. She eventually got the attention she wanted and announced the winners of the various raffles that had taken place. After doling out the prizes Sarah explained about the final piece of entertainment and called Jane and I on to the podium. When the cacophony of cat calls and whistles had died down, Sarah began inviting bids for the chance to own the pair of us for a day.

Well, not to put too finer point on it there was pandemonium. The women began shouting out bids but Sarah couldn't discern what value they were. Eventually she managed to get control of the situation and for a couple of minutes all was calm and ordered, with the bidding moving briskly up to £120. Then a drunken voice among the women shouted out that I should remove my apron so bidders could see what they were buying. Someone else immediately replied that they would gladly give a tenner if they could personally remove it. This quickly escalated to £25 with both ladies finally agreeing to pay that price.

I stood in disbelief waiting for the successful bidders to make their way to the podium, and upon seeing how attractive they were, I tied my apron string a little bit tighter in order to milk the situation. The successful bidders mounted the podium and set about undoing the knot, which disappointingly turned out to be an easy task for them. But to give them credit they strung out their action to the accompaniment of further wild cheers and cries of OFF, OFF, OFF.

Ultimately, though, they whipped away the apron leaving me standing in my posing pouch; my semi-erect c.o.c.k visible to all! An audible appreciation greeted my manhood, allowing Sarah the opportunity to return to the serious business of the bidding, which rose to £155 in no time at all.

Then a voice called out offering £50 if she could take off the pouch. Sarah and Jane looked at one another in surprise before glancing at me, to seek my cooperation. Now, I have to be perfectly honest, at that moment my ego was such I'd relish all those women ogling my c.o.c.k, so I shrugged my shoulders as much to say I'd go along with Sarah's decision. She dismissed the suggestion.

'Now, calm yourselves ladies, settle down. This is a situation I hadn't planned and I think it would be most inappropriate to parade a n.a.k.e.d male, especially as your demands are fueled by alcohol.' Sarah glanced at me again. 'However, by the look of his equipment ...' more cheering from the women, '... the young man is sympathetic to your wishes, so I suggest we continue with the bidding. Who knows what might happen when he fulfills the wishes of the successful bidder!'

By Christ I felt smug! I could sense every female eye focused on my c.o.c.k, and I loved it. But poor Jane was being ignored, so I put my arm around her and drew her to the centre of the podium with me. The bidding quickly soared to a little over £500 in the wake of Sarah's revealing statement about my willingness to strip in private and I scanned the sea of faces and masks trying to spot Gloria, wondering if she was fueling the bidding. Then a voice called out.

'Will the young lady be willing to take her clothes off too?' The audience fell silent awaiting Jane's answer. She nodded at Sarah who relayed the decision to the women, which was greeted by muted cheering.

'Yes, you can have both of them n.a.k.e.d to do the housework, if so required.'

'Stuff the housework! I can think of other more enjoyable things to do with these two!' Someone shouted out. It was the trigger for yet more raucous cheering, which was immediately silenced when a bid of £1000 was offered. I looked for the woman making the grand gesture and became aware of everyone turning to stare at the lady in a blue silk dress - Gloria!

'Thank you, madam.' Sarah said and asked if there were any other offers, but Gloria's huge bid had silenced and disappointed the rest of the women. Shortly afterward the event began break up and the women started drifting away. Sarah was at the door thanking them individually for their generosity and agreeing that the evening had been a massive success.

A little while later she suggested they leave the clearing up to the caterers in the morning and head for bed. Sarah was riding high on adrenaline created by her success and her innate s.e.x.u.a.l d.e.s.i.r.e craved relief. Fortunately, Jane and myself were in the mood for more frolicsome fun in the bedroom.