Catering For A Stag Do - Chapter 6 free porn video

Dave left the lock on the penthouse door snipped open, so he didn’t have run and open it for Sally each time she came up with the food.  Fifteen minutes after he had called downstairs, she pushed her way through the door, carrying a tray with the starters.  She put them down and slipped off a thin white cotton housecoat, revealing her maid's outfit.

“Christ! Sally, you can’t wear that, you’ll have the men grabbing at you all night..…  Did Trish pick that?”

“No, it's what I chose, I don’t want to look like a dowdy housemaid. I can handle them.”

She was stunning; light blue high heeled shoes, white stockings, a white high necked blouse, over which was a bibbed front, light blue flared dress that came down to mid-thigh.  The dress was flared out from the waist and had a white panel, trimmed with lace on the front, that was meant to look like she was wearing an apron.   Even though she is quite petit, the outfit made her legs look long and shapely.  Her breasts, standing out and holding the bibbed top out from her flat stomach.  She was going to steal the show, it was bloody sexy.

“Well if I wasn’t worried about you before, I damn well am now.  You remember your safe word, I think you are going to need it.  Fuck you make things difficult!”

They set the three plates of starters out on the coffee table, then he showed her the silver tray with some mint-flavored aperitifs, to cleanse their palates, and some ice to add if needed.  Then he showed her the drinks they would be serving.

Eight fifteen the door pushed open, and in marched Bob, followed by a large pot-bellied man wearing a Stetson, denim suit, and cowboy boots.  But that was not the big surprise; behind him were two black guys dressed in black suits, one about six foot four and built like a linebacker, the other a little shorter but also very well built.  Bringing up the rear was a good looking guy of about thirty, who Dave knew must be Bob’s store manager.

They passed Sally by the door each taking a glass of the mint aperitifs.  And Bob started making introductions, “This is Bill.”  

The Cowboy with the potbelly stepped forward, holding out his hand to Dave, “Wild Bill they call me, named after Wild Bill Hickok because like him I like to fuck big fat cows.” And he burst into raucous laughter.

There was a crash behind Dave, and he spun around to see Sally dropped to her knees on the floor, picking up the glasses and the ice that she had dropped.  As she turned to get a couple of pieces behind her, the room went silent, Wild Bill’s laughter, stopping dead.  As they all took in the view of her pert little backside, split by a pure white strip of the thong. The flared maids dress hardly covering but two inches of her bum.

“OK, an interesting sight.  I bet it’s not often that Wild Bill gets the words taken out of his mouth.” Said Dave.  As Sally leaped up, her face crimson.

Bill stepped forward and belted Dave on the shoulder. “You’re a good man,” he bellowed, “I can see why Bob speaks so highly of you  little filly, don’t run away, stay close to me, as I’m a real butterfingers, and will be dropping things all night now.”

Bob then introduced the other three, “This is Rufus, he’s the equal partner and owner of our company.”

Bill spoke up, looking towards Sally who was retreating to the bar. “We call him Ruff, cause he likes his women that way.”

Rufus stepped forward and shook Dave’s hand.  All Dave could think of, was how is Trish going to react to these guys, then the image of the night they roll played that he was a black guy with a huge cock.  He found himself involuntarily looking down to the guy's crotch, then quickly glanced back to look Rufus in the eyes.  Thankfully he saw that Rufus had a grin on his face and didn’t seem at all bothered by Dave’s startled reaction.  Dave estimated he was probably around fifty, maybe ten years younger than Wild Bill.

Bob then introduced the next guy, this is Ezekiel, Rufus’s nephew, and the CFO of the company, and this Adam, my senior store manager.

Both Ezekiel and Adam stepped forward and shook his hand.  They were a lot younger than Bill and Rufus, probably both in their late twenties or early thirty’s.

Dave asked them what they wanted to drink, then went to the bar to mix the drinks.  Three Jefferson’s with ice and a splash of dry, which Sally carried over to the American guests, then another Jefferson’s for Bob and a Rum & Coke for Adam, which he asked to be very heavy on the coke, as they had been drinking all day.

The only Rum that had been supplied was an 1888 Ron Gran Reserva, which Dave knew should not be served with coke.  But he splashed just a touch of it in the glass and filled it up with coke.  He just thought to himself ‘In this company, what the customer asks for you give them.’

Each time Sally moved over to the men to serve, all their eyes followed her around the room. It was easy to see the arse men from the tit men, by what level their eyes were at.  Of course, Wild Bill had a funny embarrassing comment for her each time she passed him.  But he was such a merry jovial guy, Sally now expected the comments and wasn’t fazed at all.  

Still, after half a dozen of these comments, Ezekiel came over to the bar and apologized to Sally. “He’s harmless little lady, you don’t take no offense now, he’s just a big noisy cuddly bear.”  He drawled out in a smooth southern accent.

As soon as Dave noticed they had finished picking at the starters, he sent Sally down to Trish to get the Crayfish boat, sauces, and scallop Mornay’s. She slipped on the housecoat and left the room.

Immediately Bob exclaimed, “Fuck Dave, where do you find all these beautiful females.  She a horny little thing, shame she doesn’t do extras, I’d crawl over broken glass for that.”

Everyone in the room started speaking at once adding, risqué, complimentary comments about Sally.  Dave got the cold tray of seafood and some of the sauces out from under the bench and set it in the middle of the dining table.  By the time he had everything set up the way he wanted, Sally walked in with the seafood boat.  Every eye was on her as she set it down and wriggled out of the housecoat.  Wild Bill called out as he rose from the Sofa. “Don’t stop there, you had better take some more off, cause it's getting bloody hot in here.”  And he let out more chortles of his raucous laughter.

Bill moved across to the table and took the seat nearest the wall, Rufus sat next to him, both had their Backs to Dave.  Bob sat down opposite Bill, with Ezekiel next to him.  Adam settled down on the end of the table and took up a conversation with Ezekiel, Dave noted that the two younger guys seemed to hit it off very well.

As they tucked into the seafood platters, Dave sorted out the white wine, and Sally moved around the table serving them. As they listening to Rufus explaining how he and Bill got together.  

Bill had met Rufus in the worst Ghetto in LA. He had been there selling his wares from the back of a truck.  No white guys dared to enter the Ghetto in those days, and when he started taking some flack, he spotted Rufus and called him over.  Bill asked him to watch his back and he that he would pay him by the hour.  Rufus banged a few heads, and then one by one, the women dared to drift out from their houses and started buying.  By the end of the day, they were getting along just fine and arranged to meet on a different corner the next day.  

By the end of the month, Rufus had more money than he had ever seen in his life.  Unasked, Bill had equally shared half the profits, and they never looked back.  Bill was the idea’s man, could spot a bargain, and read where the market would go next.  Rufus was the person man, quickly sorting out the many people that wanted a piece of their pie.  

“He has the ability to read people's minds,” explained Bill.  “ I would never go to a meeting without him, he picks up things I never see.”

Then Rufus carried on. When they had gotten so big they that had warehouses in different states, they found they needed their own accounts dept, and had hired Ezekiel to run it.  Rufus explained that Ezekiel was his sister's boy, and the smartest kid with numbers to ever come out of the Ghetto.

Dave saw that they were close to finishing with the seafood, so he called down to Trish and asked her to get the Asparagus and Scalloped Potatoes cooking.  Then as he checked the Eye fillets, he heard something hit the floor, and Bill called out to Sally. “I’ve dropped my knife, be a good little filly, and pick it up for me please?”

Sally stepped from the bar and pretended to accidentally hit the knife with her foot over against the wall.  She looked Bill in the eye, giving him a little girl lost look, and mouthed ‘Sorry’.  Then the little minx turned and bent over, fumbled to pick up the knife giving Bill, Dave, and Rufus a clear long look at that pert round bum.  Dave saw clearly the protruding camel toe, just contained in the white thong, the legs and suspenders framed it to perfection.  She gave her bum a sexy wiggle, stood, and handed Bill his knife.

“Jesus girl, you one-upped me, I won’t be dropping that again, my heart just stopped, I thought the big guy upstairs was calling me up to heaven to visit him.”   Holding his chest Bill again set the room alight with merry bellows of laughter.

Ezekiel, called out, nothing wrong with my heart, I’ve gone and dropped my fork.  Sally moved around to his side of the table, only this time she faced him, looked into his eyes, and squatted slowly in front of him, knees wide apart.  Adam had the best view, and dropped his knife, ‘his a genuine accident’, his mouth gaped open.  

Ezekiel, grabbed his chest feigning a heart attack.  “Oh goddam girl, you have just damaged my heart, it’s having palpitations. Come and feel it.”

Sally, just shook her head, “You’re a very naughty boy trying to trick a young innocent girl like that.” And she sashayed back to the bar, with every eye in the room watching her ass.

Dave whispered in her ear, “You’re are playing with fire young lady, I hope you fully realise what you are doing.  It’s time to go get the condiments, off you go, before you give me a heart attack as well.”

While she was gone, Dave started clearing the table, the smell of the Filet Mignon cooking had stopped them all taking any more of the seafood, as they realised they had another course to savor.  When Dave tried to refill their wine, they all loudly declined, saying they would wait for Sally, the didn’t want him stealing her job.

Soon Sally returned with the Asparagus and scalloped potatoes, and they set about serving the main course.  Dave noted that as Sally moved around with the water, wine, and sauces,  She was spending more and more time beside Ezekiel, and he, in turn, was engaging her in conversation, at the expense of those either side of him.

Ezekiel, insisted Sally call him Zeek, and when she forgot a couple of times, he told her he’d put her over his knee and spank her if she forgot again.

When she next came behind the bar for water, Dave had a word to Sally about calling him by his nickname.  So she explained what Zeek had told her that is what she was to call him.  Then turning away with the water jug in her hand, she looked Dave in the eye. “I’m just trying to decide how long to leave it before calling him Ezekiel again.  The thought of being bent over his knee and spanked in front of all these men is very exciting.”  She winked at Dave and returned to her serving.

As the main course was coming too and end, Dave started to get the crepes underway.  Rufus came over to talk with Dave, explaining he needed to stand and let the food settle, or he would never get a mouthful of the desert down his throat.  He complimented Dave on the little slices of Avocado wrapped in ham and asked what they were called.  Dave explained he had eaten them in a small restaurant in Tokyo, and the menu being all in Japanese, he didn’t have a clue as to what they were called.  He told Rufus he had started working on the sauce the day he arrived home and after several attempts had produced something, that tasted like the sauce he had had in Japan.

Dave asked him how he enjoyed New Zealand.  Bill replied, “Fabulous place, like every tourist I like the unspoiled beauty once you leave the towns.  But what impresses me most, is that when I talk with the locals, I feel no racism at all.  Oh! There is often a startling look when I first confront them, but that quickly disappears and they just accept me.  I don’t have to have my guard up all the time.”  Rufus paused, then replied again, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my country, but there’s not a day there when I don’t meet people who have racism showing in their eyes, especially in the circles I frequent now.  So it's very relaxing, spending a few days here.”

Dave also found that Bill was married to Rufus’s sister, “A big woman, like me.” Rufus exclaimed.  And also that Rufus was married to a white woman, “pretty as a picture.” Was his description.

Dave had sent Sally down to get the orange sauce from Trish while he and Rufus we're talking.  When she returned, he flamed each plate with Kirsch, and Sally served them with much fanfare.

When Sally set Bob’s portion in front of him, Dave yelled out, “Make sure you let the flames go out.” when Bob burst out laughing, he had to tell the table all about Dave’s mistake when he was in his teens.

Dinner finished, the guys all drifted away from the table into the lounge, Dave took them out Cognac’s and cigars.  It was a Hennessy Cognac, and he thought to himself that this the Bourbon and Rum, might be part of the distribution deal that Bob was trying to nail.  Only Bill took a cigar, but they all took a Cognac.  He had Sally offer around a cheese platter, he had made with the best New Zealand cheeses, but they all declined.  All grabbing their stomachs and complaining of being too full.

As with the stag do they had held four months before, the sofas and chairs had been arranged in a slight semicircle, looking away from the ranch slider.  Ezekiel sat in the first chair, then Adam, Rufus, and Bob on the three-seater, Bill was farthest away in the other lounge chair.

As they all settled back to savor the Cognac, Dave saw the time, ten-fifteen,  so trying not to attract any attention he called down to Trish and told her she was on.  She then called Sally over and told her it was time for her to go down to their room.

Sally hesitated, Dave knew she did not want to leave, but when she turned, he let out a sigh of relief.  But instead of picking up her housecoat and heading to the door,  She walked over to Ezekiel, bent down, and talked into his ear.  Ezekiel pulled her down to sit on his lap, looked to Dave, and said he wanted her to stay.  ‘Oh fuck thought Dave.’ As he pondered how she was going to react to the night's entertainment.  But he certainly could not override Ezekiel.

Everyone was talking, Dave got plenty of compliments about the quality of the food, and as he walked to the bar he noticed that Ezekiel had his hand on the top of Sally's legs, caressing the soft skin above her stocking tops.  None of the others would be able to see this, masked as it was by the arms of the chair.  But Dave had a very clear view.

He stood at the bar pondering what he could do, but as he saw her opening her legs, he remembered she had her safe phrase (yellow shoes) if she needed it.  And the look of desire on her face told him he was not going to hear those words spoken anytime soon. 

After a few minutes, she got up and walked over to Dave, “Ezekiel has offered me this for my panties,” she was holding a handful of US dollars.  Five one hundred dollar notes it looked like to Dave. 

“Would you look after them for me?”

“Sally, I’m worried you are getting into a situation, that will go a lot farther than you are expecting, so no I’m not 100% OK.  But as I said to you when we discussed this night, what you do is up to you, but you are getting me really worried.”

Sally nodded, “I’m okay.” Then she turned, picked up her housecoat, and walked into the second bedroom.  

Minutes later she appeared again, he saw that she had the thong hidden in her hand.  But she had also taken off much more than the thong, she had also removed her blouse and bra.  You could clearly see the sides of her breasts, she was naked from her tiny waist up, apart from the bib, which was being pushed away from her body by her two pert breasts, and even further away by her hard nipples.  

Dave had seen Sally topless plenty of times and admired the young perfect breasts, but this was something else, half covered by the bib, just accentuated their perfection.  Along with every other guy in the room, his cock started to harden, she looked absolutely stunning.  

She walked straight back over to Ezekiel, plopping herself down in his lap and stuffed her thong into his pocket.  Ezekiel looked as stunned as anyone else in the room.

At that moment the sexual tension that had built in the room, was broken by a knock on the door. The noise of the knock emphasized the silence that had gripped the room.  Dave quickly moved across to open the door.  

“This will be our dancer, Maria.”

Trish stepped past him into the room, she passed him a large bag of clothes, saying. “Don’t open that, it’s my costume.  Can you put it in the master bedroom?”

Trish took in the five guys, with a jolt of excitement, she realised two of them were black.  A frown momentarily crossed her face though when she saw Sally, sitting in one of their laps.  That was not in her and Dave’s plans, she was meant to be on her way to their room now.  But more worrying was the sight of her breasts that were almost fully exposed.  A slight feeling of jealousy in the center off her chest, as she looked at those perfect breasts.  Pulling herself together she announced to the room, “Hi guys, I’m Maria and if you're all good boys, I may dance for you.”

As Bob was hauling himself to his feet to introduce everyone, Dave took in Trish’s appearance.  She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve, It had a high neck collar, that made her neck look long and elegant. The dress showed clearly the wonderful shape of her breasts; he wondered if she had a bra on as the nipples were quite obvious.  It hugged her hips accenting their curve from her slim waist, over and down her legs to a pair of very high heeled shoes.  The dress stopped just above her knees.  There was a diamond necklace, sprucing up the plainness for the dress, he hoped to hell it was fake, as it looked very expensive, and as she had her hair up, you could see the matching earrings that complimented the outfit.

The whole effect was expensive and gave her the look of a very high society socialite, that few men would ever dare to approach.  Dave thought she looked stunning, but he was a little biased.  He dropped her bag, inside the master bedroom, and moved to the bar to watch proceedings.

Bob, took her arm and guided her over to Bill, and introduced him as “Wild Bill.” And looking at Bill, said, “Don’t you dare tell her why you have that nickname.”  Bill just reached out, took her hand, and kissed it.  He was speechless, not something Dave thought would have happened very often.  

Bob moved Trish sideways, in front of Rufus, “This is Rufus. He’s an equal owner of the company with Bill.”  Rufus also reached forward, and kissed her hand, saying, “Pleased to meet you, Maria, you look stunning.”

Bill came to life, Everyone calls him Ruff, cause he likes his women that way.  Trish looking Rufus in the eye and in a southern drawl, said, “What a shame, you’re not going to be interested in a delicate woman like me then, and I was hoping we could go riding.”

A wicked smile spread over Rufus’s face, “Delicate!  Well, I will just have to control my wild side, as I would dearly love to ride with you any time you feel the inclination.”

This set everyone laughing, as she stood there fluttering her eyes at Rufus.  Something tensed in Dave's stomach, a hard knot of jealousy.  It took him by surprise, and he despised himself for what they had agreed to let happen.

He forced the look of concern from his face, remembering how he had looked on the video of their last encounter.  He resumed smiling as Bob helped Trish sideways in front of Adam and introduce her to him.  

Rufus caught Dave’s eye and gave him a thumbs-up, an expression of amazement on his face.  When Bob had told them earlier that day, that he had a stripper booked for later in the night, and that they had to treat her with respect, as she was a married friend of Dave’s.  His expectations had not been very high.

Meanwhile, Bob had moved Trish sideways again to stand in front of Ezekiel.  Trish looked at him with concern, “Ezekiel, I’m surprised that a man with such a good religious name would have seduced this innocent young girl.”

Ezekiel chuckled and replied, “Ma’am, my name was given to me by my parents, so it reflects their expectations of me.  But I note your concern for this beautiful young woman.  However, I have to point out that it is her that has mesmerized me, befuddled my brain, and stolen my heart.”

Trish turned to Dave, and still in her broad southern drawl. “Barman, Give me a strong drink please, I’m going to need something to bolster me against these silken voiced rogues.”

She handed Dave a CD, that he hadn’t noticed her holding in her hand before.  “Could you put this on and start it five minutes after I walk into the bedroom to change, please?”  Dave was surprised, they had spent some time picking out music for her to dance too, and he had those CD’s ready to go.  

But took the CD from her hand and nodded, then asked her what she wanted to drink, and she asked him for a Cosmopolitan, they had pre-arranged this, as she didn’t want to get so out of it, as the Margaret’s had done last time.

As Dave mixed the Cosmopolitan, Rufus walked up beside Trish and engaged her in conversation.  Dave put an extra-large shot of Vodka in the cocktail and handed it to her.  He looked over at the others, Bill looked up from his conversation with Bob, and motioned that he wanted their Brandy’s refilled.  So he crossed the room, with the bottle, noticing that again Ezekiel had his hand well above the stocking tops on Sally’s legs.  

He filled their drinks, turned to see Adam leaning across, speaking in Sally’s ear, and noted he was holding her hand.  Oh hell, just what he was so afraid that would happen when Trish had convinced him into having her work this night.  As he walked back to the bar he stole a look between Sally’s legs and could see she was clean-shaven, even though there was a large black hand obstructing most of his view.

At the bar, Trish had finished her drink and nodded to him for another.  When she finished this she asked Rufus to excuse her as she needed to change for her performance.  Dave saw Sally pull Ezekiel’s hand out and shut her legs as Trish turned towards her.  Trish ignored her though and walked to the master bedroom, shutting the door.  Dave put the CD in the Boom Box and noted the time on his watch.

Five minutes later he hit the play button, and the sound of a flamingo guitar filled the room.  The bedroom door opened and Trish stepped into the room.  She had wrapped a red flared Flamingo skirt over the black dress she had arrived in and wore a red waistcoat, both had black lace, highlighting the fringes.  Then she took up the stance of a matador, clicked the castanets into life, and broke into a very professional rendition of the Flamingo Dance.  Dave now realised what the dance lessons had been about for the last few weeks.

Arms held high, castanets snapping to the rhythm,  she looked like she was facing off against a bull.  She advanced on Bill, throwing her head back she lifted the multi-layered skirt up well above the knees.  She had rolled the black dress up to her waist under the skirt, so Bill had a glimpse of the bare flesh above her stocking tops.  He clapped his hands, encouraging her to show more.  She spun away, pranced and swaying to the music, flicking the skirt up, showing the chunky black tap shoes that were tapping in time with the tune.

The dance had everyone in the room entranced, she’d always loved to dance.  She had achieved a very high level of competency, considering her short learning time span to learn the Flamingo.

She pirouetted back towards Bill and this time reached down with both hands, lifted the skirt to her waist, in a move that was more reminiscent of a Cancan dance, to better show Bill her dancing feet.  But Bill’s eyes were nowhere near her feet, he was taking in the lilac transparent briefs and garter belt. Bill held his hand up to his heart again, and Dave hoped to hell he was still just pretending to have a heart attack, as he had gone very red in the face.

She then turned her attentions to Rufus, flicking the skirt in his face then pulling his head forward and dropped the skirt down his back, leaving him hidden with his face up against the bare flesh at the top of her legs.  Moving back slowly, dragging the skirt back over his head, she hid her face behind a hand, feigning embarrassment.  But her eyes twinkling promised pleasure to come.

As the music came to an end, the first strains of Ravels Bolero took its place.  In the period where you could only just hear the light drum beats, she collected her dress shoes, slid over to the table and brought a chair to the center of the room, she sat and proceeded to expose a leg at a time running her hands down the leg to remove the chunky tap shoe and replace it with a high heeled dress shoe.  The shoes changed she ran her hands back up the leg, lifting the leg from the floor and reveling in the sensations these wayward hands were giving her.  When the hands drifted up too far and touched her crotch, she let out a gasp of pleasure ran her hand down the other leg and repeated the process.

When her hand reached her crotch the second time,  her gasp of pleasure was quickly replaced by a look the said, ‘I’ve gone too far’, she leaped up from the seat, slid her hands under the skirt and eased the black dress back over her hips down to her knees.  With the flutes rising into the haunting melody of the bolero, she commenced swaying to the music and eased the waistcoat from her shoulders, holding it to her breast.  Moving past the men sitting in front of her, she erotically pulled the waistcoat over her breasts, her face showing concern at the erotic feelings this was producing.

The tempo increased as, French horn’s, Clarinet’s and Oboe’s increased in volume, and she moved back in front of Rufus, lowering the waistcoat giving him glimpses of her erect nipples pushing at the fabric constraining them, revealing that this was not all an act, she was actually becoming aroused.  And as the Violins and the rest of the orchestra, increased the tempo towards the finale, she flicked the waistcoat over to Dave at the bar, reached behind her and unfastened the skirt.  She held the skirt in front of her like a matadors cape. She swayed erotically holding the skirt so as to show one leg or the other, then as the music rose to its tumultuous ending, she cast the skirt towards the bar.

Everyone except Bill, leaped to their feet applauding.  But Trish seemed to be in a trance and just swayed to the new tune that  filled the air.  She ran her hands slowly down her body, emphasizing the parts the men couldn’t take their eyes from, and she moved into a typical stripper routine of bump and grind.

The next number was slower, and she invited Rufus to dance with her.  Inviting him to caress her neck, her breasts, her hips.  But allowing him only seconds, before twisting away and admonishing herself for being so naughty.  Rufus was becoming visibly aroused as well, his erection painfully obvious in his pants.  So she finally, relented to his advances, turned her back to him, and let him unzip her dress.

He tried to drag it down over her body, but again, still in time with the music, she pulled away from him, waggling her finger and admonishing him for being in such a hurry.  But she slipped the dress from a shoulder and revealed a lace-covered breast.  Rufus was almost past control and he reached out and grabbed it, finger and thumb pinching the puffy erect nipple through the thin lilac lace bra.  A jolt of pleasure showed in her face, but she pulled away from him turned and backed into his arms.  Rufus slid his arms around her body, inside the dress, and clasped each of her firm globes.  She could not twist away now, nor did she look like she wanted to.

Rufus then moved his hands up and slid the dress from her shoulders, pealed it over her hips and let it drop to her ankles.  He ran his hands all over her body, then hands on her shoulders he turned her and presented her to the rest of the men.  She looked stunning, her olive skin looked pale framed by the huge black man standing behind her.  He ran his hands down to her enclosed breasts and lifted them, then still cupping them his long fingers snaked up and pinched her nipples through the material.  He pulled them out hard as he leaned forward and bit at her ear.

The music was forgotten, they were swaying to their own tune now; he pressing himself into her hips, and she responded by bending and straightening her legs to rub her arse back against him. She had only her lilac briefs protecting her,  but they were so brief, she may as well be naked.  And there was a distinct wet patch standing out on the sheer lace fabric.

Ezekiel stood from the chair, lifting Sally as though she weighed nothing, his arousal was also apparent.  Dave didn’t know if this was his decision or hers, but they headed into the spare bedroom, not even bothering to close the door.  Adam’s eyes longingly followed their departure.

Keeping half an eye on Rufus’s hands dropping down to Trish’s panties; Dave moved over to stand between the two bedrooms.  He needed to be sure Sally was okay, and in a position to hear if she was to call out her safe word.  He glanced into the room and saw that Sally was lying on the bed with her hands working between her wide open legs.  Ezekiel was standing at.the foot of the bed, eyes glued, almost ripping the clothes from his body.  And what a body he had, ripped black muscles, that tensed and strained, as he struggled to get his pants down without falling over.

Dragging his eyes back to see what Rufus was doing with his wife.  He saw, that Rufus had removed her bra and was attempting to slide her panties down from her hips.  Trish squirmed away, her hips still undulating with the music, not quite being so far gone as to overcome her embarrassment at being watched by all these men.  But that very embarrassment and the situation was exciting and driving her over the edge anyway.

She turned in his arms and helped him get his shirt off, he unzipped himself but did not get any further as Trish dropped to her knees and grabbed at his cock through the opening.  Any inhibitions she had had, now disappeared when she saw the size of the bulge in his boxers.  Lust drove her to bend forward and try to take it in her mouth, but Rufus pulled back.

Rufus knew if she continued he was going to explode and he wanted this to last so he lifted her up and picked her up in his arms and carried her past Dave and into the bedroom.  He didn’t turn on the light there was plenty of light spilling through from the lounge for him to see her clearly.  And he wanted to look and absorb her beauty.  Laying her on the bed he removed her panties, then shedding his remaining clothes, he lay beside her and kissed her for the first time.  Trish responded by rolling against him, trying to get as much of his flesh in contact with her body as she could, and hungrily returned his kiss.

With that kiss, another pang of jealousy bit at Dave’s core, and he had to step aside as Bob and Wild Bill pushed past him to get a view of the action.  Bill pulling the bedroom chair to the bottom of the bed and collapsing into it, a huge lecherous grin spread across his face.  Bob just leaned against the wall just inside the door. 

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Sally had been entranced by the performance Trish had put on, but when Rufus got up and joined her and started to unzip her dress, she finally understood where this was heading.  She saw the desire on both their faces, their intimacy, it made her very uncomfortable about sitting there and watching.  

Ezekiel was aroused, his hand was now massaging right at the top of her legs, his knuckles occasionally brushing against her labia, making her extremely horny.  She realised her legs were unconsciously wide apart, and her need for him was making her squirm in his lap.  However, she did not want it to happen here in front of everyone, especially concerned with how Trish was going to react with her not leaving when she was meant to.  It was now obvious why they wanted her down in their room below.  So she turned to Ezekiel and spoke into his ear. “I want you to make love to me, but not here. Can we go to your room?”  

Ezekiel just stood up, and as if she weighed nothing, carried her into the second bedroom.  He put her down next to the bed, leaned forward, and freed the bib of her maid's outfit, then soaked up the beauty of her bared breasts.  He pushed her down onto the bed, but did not join her, instead his eyes roaming all over her body, he hurriedly removed his clothes.  

Sally became aware that her legs were open and his gaze was fixed between them.  She modestly put her hands down to cover herself, but they brushed against her labia, the exquisite feelings that ran through her body from this light touch, caused her to thrust her fingers up and down her tiny pink slit. 

She sensed a movement by the door, glanced over to see Adam standing just inside watching them.  Embarrassment coursed through her and she shut her eyest.  The light in the bedroom was on and he was going to watch everything.  But there was another feeling deeper in her mind, an exciting pleasant one, that she analyzed as satisfaction, that Adam was here watching them, rather than out watching Trish and Rufus.  

Eyes still screwed tightly shut she felt Ezekiel move on top of her, his naked body sliding up and covering her own.  Opening her eyes, she saw the lust and the urgent need in Ezekiel’s eyes.  He lifted himself up and eased himself between her legs.  He had the biggest cock she had ever seen, (she had only seen three others) and a moment of fear, wondering if she would be able to accommodate him as she was so small, Jules was not this big and he hurt her sometimes.  But she reached for him anyway and helped him line it up, felt him slip in, surprised that it entered her so easily and with no pain; she was so aroused and ready for it.

Still feeling embarrassed, she glanced once more towards the door, and a flood of disappointment hit her when she saw that Adam was not there.  The disappointment was forgotten though as Ezekiel took up a slow steady rhythm of his hips.  His actions bringing the first twinges off an impending orgasm.  She lifted her legs and locked them behind his butt, trying to get more and not let him go.  Her hands reached up and pulled him down to kiss her.

Sally was being taken to a level she had not been before, she glanced around wanting to take in and remember everything.  And saw that Adam was back inside the door watching.  Her joy at seeing him there brought a huge smile to her face, Adam encouraged by this, removed her blouse and bra from the chair beside him, carried it over to the bed, and sat beside her.  Surprised at her own reaction, she reached out and took his hand and squeezed it.

Now, She gave her attention back to Ezekiel, rocking her hips to get herself off.  Twisting her lower body up to grind her clit against his pubic mound, and was rewarded with waves of pleasure that built and built to an incredible orgasm.

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Knowing things were about to quickly escalate between Rufus and Trish, Dave stepped out and looked into the other bedroom to check that Sally was okay.  Adam was standing just inside the door and looked guilty at being caught watching.

Dave noted that Ezekiel was not as large as Rufus, ‘thank god’.  Six and a half inches at the most, maybe a bit thicker than normal, but nothing like the monster his wife was holding next door.  He hated to think of what that would do to the young girl.  Watching her take Ezekiel’s length in one long stroke, her hips bucking up to meet his every thrust, he turned away.  He felt uncomfortable like he was watching his daughter, which was just how he felt about her.  The last thing he wanted. was for her to look to the door and catch him watching.  She was obviously not going to be calling out her safe word anytime in the near future.

Returning to the master bedroom, followed by a guilty-looking Adam, It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the gloom.  But in the light coming from the lounge, he saw that Trish was trying to pull Rufus up on top of her.   His shoes, trousers, and boxers were on the floor at the foot of the bed.  

Trish was oblivious of all around her, overtaken now by animalistic lust.  Rufus resisted her, rolled off the bed, then leaning in, he rolled Trish onto her stomach, put his hand under her waist, and lifted her up onto her knees.  He pulled her closer to the foot off the bed, lining up to take her doggy style.  But he was in no hurry. As ran his knob up and down her puffy slit,  he turned to Bill, “Ever seen one this wet and ready?”

“Ah! But will she be able to take that monster of yours,” Bill answered?

“Let’s see," said, Rufus, as he lined up and slowly eased forward.

His purple swollen knob pressed her lips apart, stretching Trish beyond her wildest dreams, she swung her head around to look at him, her eyes pleaded with him to take it slowly.  He obliged, easing forward, then pulling back a little before pushing in a bit deeper.  Trish grasped the bed cover tightly and pushed back against him, Her cunt sucking in another couple of inches.  Rufus looked over to Dave and invited him to join the action, but he just shook his head. “I’m here to look out for the ladies, I’ll just stay here thanks.”

Bill took that as an invitation for him to join the party and crawled beside Trish on the bed and started caressing her hanging globes.  Eyes glazed over she felt him lie beside her, forcing herself to focus for a second. She looked to see who it was, then indicated to Bill to get his cock out.  So he lay on his back, pulled his trousers off, then lay back beside her, presenting his cock to her mouth.  She took it in her hand, but by this stage, Rufus was almost fully embedded, and he started pulling out and thrusting into her with increased speed.  The pleasure this increased pace brought about, showed on Trish’s face and she forgot about Bill and slumped her head onto the bed, humping back to meet each of his thrusts.

Bill, accepted that he wasn’t going to get much attention, for the time being, so he resumed stretching and tweaking her nipples.  His face showed concern though, as her hand gripped harder and started strangling his cock.

Dave was mesmerized by the view of her being taken like this.  His eyes were fully adjusted now and he noted the flickering colored diamonds of light playing over her beautiful body, they were being reflected into the room from the blue movie, running on the TV outside the room.  He could see Trish was building to a massive orgasm.

Then Rufus really started hammering home, Trish’s elastic cunt finally taking everything he had.  But the dance, the teasing, and now this beautiful round arse, bouncing hard against his thrusts, tipped him over the edge and he exploded, shooting burst after burst of his warm spunk into her, then out and over her ass. 

“Fuck! oh, Fuuuuuuck!” Rufus cried. “That was far too fast, but the best I’ve had in a good few years.  Fanfuckingtastic!” Then looked to Bill, as he withdrew, he said.  “Don’t you mention that comment to Elaine, You BASTARD, you’re always dropping me in it with her.  This stays in this room, or I’ll cut that tiny dick off at the base if I can find it.”

Bill just held up his hands in defeat. “Safe with me, safe with me.”

Trish had been close but Rufus was too quick for her.  She felt the touch of hands on her hips and new it was Bob, he was old, she wondered what it was going to be like to be taken by an older man.  

Dave looked up from Rufus’s now deflating monster, Eyes swinging around the room, to see their next moves.  He noted that Adam had gone back next door, for some reason he felt a twinge of happiness that he was not here in the room.  Rufus bent picking his clothes from the floor and threw them out into the lounge with his other garments.  He came back into the bedroom, took a robe from the wardrobe, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Bob climbing onto the bed to join Bill and Trish.

To be continued……