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A Bully's Comeuppance: Part Eight - The Party free porn video
"Oh my God, Ash?!" squealed Florence, her mouth agape as she looked at
me. Behind me on the doorstep I could practically hear Abbie beaming with
satisfaction. I stood hands nervously fidgeting in front of me as
Florence eyed me up and down and became acutely aware I was going a
fierce shade of crimson. I nodded meekly as my eyes took an extreme
interest in the floor between my feet. That sight however included my
silky smooth legs and the shiny black high heels on my feet which didn't
help matters at all.
"I know, isn't she gorgeous?!" smiled Abbie, bounding past me to give
Florence a big hug before turning to look back at me. "Oh don't be so
nervous sweetie, you look wonderful!"
"She's right, you certainly do!" confirmed Florence, looking at me with a
stunned and bemused grin. "And there was you saying you weren't
interested in this sort of thing..." she continued, and I shot her a
panicked look hoping she wouldn't give the game away with my job at King
Studios which I still hadn't divulged the full details of to Abbie.
Mercifully this comment seemed to go unchallenged by Abbie. "I have to
say you look fabulous too darling!" Florence smiled, turning to Abbie now
and I sighed with relief now the attention was off me for a brief moment.
I decided to take in Florence's outfit, or rather lack of outfit.
As Abbie had said earlier that evening everything for women on Halloween
was sexy, and sexy meant short and revealing. Florence had indulged this
spirit to the absolute limit and would have been walking around the party
naked except for a leopard print bra and thong. Strappy high heels, a
black collar with a little bell on it and a cheap pair of cat ears
completed her ensemble. I found myself eyeing her Queen of Spades tattoo
surfacing above her thong and wondered if Abbie knew its relevance.
"Oh hey, glad to see I'm not too late!" Came a familiar deep voice from
down the driveway. I found myself tense every muscle in my body as I
froze on the spot.
"You didn't say he was coming!" I hissed through clenched teeth to Abbie,
who was waving at the figure approaching the house, getting closer with
every second. Abbie gave me a quizzical look, as if it was obvious he
would have been there. I gulped and forced myself to turn around and wave
as Marcus walked up the drive to the house. And then gulped again.
Halloween was definitely short, revealing and sexy for women - but nobody
said men couldn't indulge in that spirit too. Wearing nothing but a short
leather loincloth, gladiator style sandals and a red cape flowing off his
muscular shoulders, Marcus was striding towards us with a huge smile on
his face and an even larger bulge between his legs. I forced myself to
look away but that only brought his impressive figure into view, his
torso bristling with well defined, chunky muscles. I had of course seen
his body before looking over old videos of his from work but to see it in
person made my stomach feel funny and my legs feel weak. Tonight was
going to be torture!
"Evening Florence, Abbie!" he smiled, taking my wife's hand and kissing
it tenderly. I could see Abbie blush, she was loving the attention and
the view as much as I was it seemed. Marcus turned his gaze to me and
gave a wry smile. "And just who is your gorgeous friend here?" I could
have died of embarrassment at that moment, but a part of me that had been
growing larger every day was swooning at his compliment and my heart
fluttered as Marcus looked me up and down, seeming to undress me with his
eyes.
"That," said Abbie through fits of suppressed giggles she was sharing
with Florence, "Is Ashley!" Marcus did a double take and raised an
eyebrow in astonishment, and for a moment I was almost convinced he
hadn't recognised me.
"Damn, Ashley!" Marcus grinned, "There was me thinking you were a real
girl! More than that, a smoking hot one too haha!" I blushed fiercely and
Abbie beamed proudly, happy her handiwork had been noticed. "No doubt I'd
have been trying to take you home tonight for definite!" Marcus laughed,
and I thought he was laying it on a bit thick here. I wanted to just get
into the party, have a few drinks and get home, though that same part of
me that had swooned at his compliments was loving hearing Marcus voice
his attraction to me. I had to resist the urge to flutter my eyelashes
and twirl a finger playfully through my hair. "Shame for me you're taken
already!" Marcus smiled, turning to Abbie as he wrapped an arm around me
and pointed at me, "You've got one sexy girl there Abbie, make sure you
treat her right haha!" Abbie, Marcus and Florence all smiled and laughed
and even I couldn't help suppress a little smile as I saw Abbie having a
fun time. This is all for Abbie, I reassured myself.
*
After the initial embarrassment of being introduced to everyone and
watching them all gape and giggle at my predicament, I managed to get a
few drinks down me and the party relaxed a lot. I actually found myself
having fun which was a surprise! It shouldn't have been too surprising to
be honest, I always did enjoy the Halloween party once I was there and
chatting with people. The music was blasting out loud through some
speakers and the decorations were very impressive. Florence was hosting
this year and I spotted Julie, dressed as a French maid and looking very
sexy, darting back and forth filling up the snack bowls and making sure
the cocktail pitchers that were empty got refilled. I decided to try and
corner her at one point and have more of an in-depth chat. I'd seen her
at work doing plenty of humiliating and degrading scenes but never had
much chance to properly talk to her, and was curious to find out what had
led her from the guy I remember nearly chundering all over our wedding
cake to the girl she was today. I eventually spotted her in the kitchen,
bopping her head along to 'Froot' by Marina and the Diamonds as she
sliced oranges for more cocktails.
"Hi, Julie!" I smiled, putting my empty glass down on the side as she
turned and smiled back at me. "How are you doing?"
"Hey Ashley! I'm doing well thanks, how are you? Looking stunning tonight
by the way!" I had had plenty of similar comments from everyone at the
party that night which had left me in a state of perpetual blush. I knew
Abbie had always found me attractive but I'd never rated myself as
anywhere near a 10, so to have nearly everyone at the party gushing about
how beautiful I looked was an unfamiliar experience. I half thought they
were all lying and in on some big joke at my expense, but to hear it from
Julie sounded truly genuine.
"Awh, thanks sweetie!" I beamed, and caught myself slightly. I never
called anyone other than Abbie names like that! But it was only a minor
hesitation, and I blamed it on the alcohol and situation before powering
through. "I'm doing well too thanks, bit of a surreal evening to be
honest! You're looking wonderful in your outfit too by the way!" Julie
gave a little curtsey and swiped the sliced oranges into a pitcher of
colourful drink.
"Why, thank you! Do you recognise it from somewhere perhaps?" and she
gave me a cheeky wink before striking a pose with her tongue out and her
hands up like a begging puppy. It sparked a moment of realisation in me.
"No way!" I gaped, "That's not the same maid costume you wore the other
week for your shoot with Leon is it?" As I said this I quickly looked
round to make sure Abbie wasn't within listening distance. Mind you, with
the music thumping she would have had to be stood right next to me to
have a hope in hell of hearing me. Julie winked again. That had been a
hot scene Julie and Leon had filmed that day - flashbacks of Leon laying
Julie down on a bed before spreading her legs and fucking her deep span
through my mind. Leon was a very sensual performer, much more delicate a
lover than Sean had been in the first shoot I'd seen at King Studios. It
had been a nice break from the more aggressive scenes Julie tended to be
in and I'd very much enjoyed editing it together. I shook myself from my
daydream.
"I hope you don't mind Julie but I've been meaning to ask you something
for a while..." Julie looked at me patiently as she started to chop limes
up. "I just, I - my only real memory of you from before was a rather
drunk but pleasant guy who nearly threw up on Abbie's and my wedding
cake." Julie seemed to blush a bit at this and bowed her head sheepishly.
"How does one get from there, to well..." I trailed off, struggling for a
good way to put it as my hands gestured lamely towards her.
"A sissy girl obsessed with big black cock?" Julie helpfully interjected.
"Yeah." I replied blankly. Julie smiled and put down the knife, before
reaching out her hand to mine and taking it.
"Come on, let's go out to the garden where it's a bit quieter."
*
"It all started at your wedding really. I made a massive fool of myself
in front of everyone and showed Flo up in front of Abbie. I was just
really nervous about being introduced to Flo's best friend and didn't
want to ruin her wedding, so I drank more than I should have done and
ended up fulfilling my worst nightmare. After that night Flo didn't speak
to me for a few days, and I mean who could blame her? I wouldn't have
spoken to me in that situation."
I gently swung my legs back and forth as I sat on the cold brick of the
garden wall next to Julie. My breath was visible in the cool air around
us and my legs already had goose bumps. If I had any hair left on my legs
it would have been standing up. Nevertheless, I felt a little warm due to
the drinks inside me and was interested in hearing what Julie had to say.
"Eventually she answered my calls and we decided to meet up and have a
good chat about what had happened and what was in store for us in the
future. I thought she was going to dump me for sure, but instead she
offered me an ultimatum. We'd been together for about three years at that
point and Flo wanted to know if I had ever thought about marriage and
children. I said that I'd never really put any solid thought towards it,
but that I had assumed has everything kept going to plan we would get
married and have children.
"Flo told me that whilst she would like to get married at some point she
had no desire to have children and if I really wanted them. I said that I
wasn't overly keen, I just thought it was what was expected really.
That's when Flo told me that we didn't have to spend our lives doing what
was expected of us if we didn't want to. She told me she'd been offered a
new job with better pay and perks, but wasn't sure how I'd react to it.
It was the job at King Studios, as I'm sure you might have guessed." I
nodded.
"Whilst I wasn't overjoyed I could see why a porn company had offered her
a job. I mean, she was a lot more innocent back then but she still had a
very sexy body and knew how to use it in the bedroom! Not that I could
ever satisfy her of course," Julie trailed off, adjusting the hem of her
ruffled dress. "Not that it matters now though! Whilst sex with Flo was
always wonderful, I won't lie it feels so much more natural and euphoric
to be used by black men! I know you probably don't understand what I'm
talking about, or might even find it disgusting, but..."
"I don't think it's disgusting at all!" I interrupted, a bit too hastily.
"I, um... having seen all the black guys at the studio and how they
always manage to bring the white girls and boys to the very heights of
ecstasy and keep them there for hours, thrusting deep into the quivering
soft white pussies and asses with their beautiful big black cocks..." It
was my turn to trail off now, and I fiddled nervously with the hem of my
dress, trying to pull it down further to warm my legs, which were
shivering now - part with cold and part with fear at my admission of
fascination. I jumped with surprise when Julie reached across and took my
hand again. I looked up into her eyes, which were filled with a kind of
melancholy understanding.
"That's just it, isn't it? I was exactly the same. I was a bit jealous so
naturally I followed Flo to her first few shoots at the studio, and
seeing her having her first big black cock inside her awoke something
deep within me. I just couldn't stop thinking about them, and what it
would be like to be in the girls' positions... then one day I saw a movie
that had a guy like me in it, except over the course of the video he was
transformed into a sissy girl and used by two black men until he came all
over himself. I think it was called something like 'Peter something
jungle fever'?"
"Pete Grantham catches Jungle Fever?" I sheepishly piped up. Julie sighed
and nodded, giving me an understanding smile. "She's called Penny now
isn't she?" I added.
"Yeah, I think so. Retired near the start of the year to settle down with
her fianc? I think..." There was another moment of brief, embarrassed
silence.
"Is there any way to go back to how I used to be?" I asked, fearing I
already knew the answer.
"I don't think so."
"Julie? Ashley? What are you doing out here, it's freezing!" We both
turned to see Florence stood in the doorway of the kitchen and stood up
off the wall. She was right, it was getting particularly cold out now.
"Sorry Flo, Ashley and I were just having a little chat." Explained Julie
as we stepped back into the kitchen. A wave of warmth flooded over me and
I sighed as some feeling started to ease back into my feet.
"Oh, really?" Florence giggled, stumbling backwards a little and spilling
some of her cocktail on the floor. "Whoopsie! What were you two chatting
about then I wonder?" Florence winked and nudged me in the side, perhaps
slightly harder than she intended. "You wouldn't be coming round to our
way of thinking, hmm Ashley?"
"Ashley! There you are!" Hiccupped Abbie from the door from the lounge to
the kitchen. She had lost her hat and her hair was a bit bedraggled, but
she still looked as sexy as ever. She stumbled over towards me and threw
herself into my arms, embracing me in a big hug that made me stagger
backwards on my heels. "Ooh, you're freezing!" she gasped.
"Yeah, I am a bit cool to be honest." I responded, enjoying the warmth of
Abbie's body pressed against mine. She looked up at me longingly.
"I am so proud of you sweetie!" she smiled, and kissed me on the lips. "I
know you didn't want to do this but aren't we having a lovely time?! I'm
having a lovely time. What are you guys chatting about in here?" I
stammered for a response but at that moment we were interrupted by a
clown and Ursula from the Little Mermaid practically falling into the
kitchen. It wasn't that big a room and it was crowded enough already.
"We're out of Sex on the Beach!" tittered Ursula. The clown decided to
demonstrate this by upending his glass and dropping it onto the floor. We
all jumped back. "James, you tit!" hissed Ursula, slapping the clown
round the back of the head. "Is everyone okay?" We all murmured vague
confirmations that we were, indeed, okay.
"I'll get a dustpan and brush," sighed Florence, regaining a touch of her
sobriety and tip-toeing around the shattered glass.
"I'm really sorry," mumbled James the clown. "I didn't mean to do that."
"Well I would have hoped not," Julie grumbled, "Don't worry about it."
Flo returned, dustpan and brush in hand and knelt down to begin to sweep
up the mess. Abbie and I vaguely helped by carefully picking up some of
the larger chunks and putting them on the side.
"Can I have everyone out of the kitchen, please?" asked Florence sharply.
We gingerly filed out and made our way back to the lounge where the party
was still in full flow. I could see amongst the rooms a crowd of girls
transfixed by Marcus whilst a disgruntled crowd of guys (who I guessed
were the girls' significant others or attempting to be) sulked in the
corner. I shook myself as I found myself staring and realising I had more
in common at the moment with the girls as opposed to the guys. After a
little while of pushing through hallways crowded with people Abbie and I
found a quieter spot upstairs and sat down in the hallway. 'The Monster
Mash' had started playing in one of the rooms and the sounds of people
singing along with varying degrees of success drifted up.
"My feet are killing me," I groaned, tugging off my high heels, "How do
girls wear these things all the time?"
"A lot of us don't, you know," smiled Abbie, lifting my aching feet into
her lap and gently rubbing my soles. It felt like heaven and I gazed into
the gorgeous hazel eyes of the woman I loved. What with everything that
had been running through my mind lately I had been feeling exceptionally
guilty, unfaithful even, and I found myself remembering just how much
Abbie meant to me.
"Thanks sweetie." I smiled. Abbie looked back at me and smiled warmly.
She had a strand of hair stuck to her rosy red lips and I reached out and
brushed it aside before leaning in and kissing her.
"What was that for?" she chuckled as I leaned back.
"I just thought, what with all that's been going on lately... I really
wanted to say thank you for sticking with me. I know it's been a bit up
and down, and I'm sorry that we haven't been able to conceive yet despite
all our efforts..." Abbie shushed me, and I could see her eyes were
tearing up a bit.
"You've been drinking, haven't you?" she giggled to herself, and stared
down at my feet nestling warmly in her lap. After a while she continued,
"Don't be silly, sweetie. I love you more than anything, you know that? I
should be the one saying thanks to you, not least letting me dress you as
Alice for this evening! You always supported me through university,
encourage me every day, bring home more money than I do, you've been
tolerating me even when I'm being a bit crazy with the whole pregnancy
thing... and the whole conception issue, you don't need to apologise for
that... it could just as easily be me, you know? I could be..." Abbie
faltered, looking upset.
"Hey sweetie, don't be upset," I said, cupping her chin with my right
hand and looking her in the eyes, "We'll get there, okay? Just like I
said in university, we'll get there? Remember when you thought we'd never
be able to afford to have proper wedding rings, let alone afford a proper
wedding? We got there, didn't we?" Abbie sniffed and nodded slightly. I
instinctively reached for my pocket but only touched the soft fabric of
my dress. "I'd offer you a tissue but I don't think this thing has
pockets." Abbie chuckled and I smiled along with her. "That's another
problem with you girls and your clothing, no pockets!"
"You really think we all sit down on a committee and decide to make
clothing as difficult for ourselves as possible?" Abbie grinned. "If it's
pockets you want we could always get you a handbag?"
"I'm quite alright, thank you dear," I winked. "It's a bit of shame
really, because if it wasn't for my legs being frozen and there not being
any pockets a skirt is actually really comfy. Very freeing for the
downstairs department, shall we say? I can see why the Scots like their
kilts so much!" I laughed, and Abbie seemed to be a bit chirpier again. I
sighed happily, and a flash of inspiration from an old conversation
sprang to mind. "Now, if you're really worried about conception issues I
seem to recall Marcus said he knows a good doctor who specialises in
fertility stuff. We could go see them if you want?"
"Uh, yeah. I think I'd like that to be honest. To know one way or another
if we're just barking up the wrong tree or just need to take our time,
you know?" Abbie nodded to herself.
"Okay, then. Next time I see him I'll ask him. He seems to be pretty busy
at the moment downstairs, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he was being swarmed by girls last time I saw him! I can't say I
blame them really, he really has grown into the whole package, hasn't
he?" Thoughts of a rather different package swam through my mind, and an
image of bulging leather flashed across my eyes. "Who would have guessed
he used to be that slightly weedy kid back in school, hmm?" Abbie asked,
shaking me from my daydream.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah," I mumbled.
"You certainly wouldn't be able to bully him now, would you sweetie? He
looks like he could pick you up with one hand if he wanted to! I'm so
glad you've both managed to put the past behind you though, I'm a bit
surprised he doesn't hold more of a grudge after what you did to him.
Mind you, I think when you pantsed him in front of Emma Flynn it only
improved his chances with her..." Abbie chuckled to herself and gazed off
wistfully into space. This time it was my turn to snap her back to the
present. I don't know if it was reflex, or the fact she was showing an
interest, or even the vast amount of alcohol I had consumed that evening.
Maybe the chat with Julie had given me a sort of confidence from
resignation to my fate. I had got used over the past few months to not
knowing exactly why I was saying what I was saying, or doing what I was
doing, but I licked my lips and said:
"On that note sweetie, I think I've made my mind up about what I want my
reward to be for dressing up this evening. What would you think to a
threesome?" Abbie glanced back at me and smiled coyly.
"Why am I not surprised? Hmm, let me think..." she giggled, rubbing her
chin in mock contemplation. "Let me guess - you want me to ask Flo if
she's up for it, don't you?" I gulped.
"Actually, I was wondering if we could ask Marcus..." I whispered, my
voice catching in my throat.
"Pardon?" Abbie asked over the sound of a clatter accompanied by raucous
laughter from downstairs.
"I was wondering if we could ask Marcus!" I spoke loudly over the din, my
heart stopping as I saw Abbie realise what I'd said. The momentary shock
passed over her face quickly, followed by an intense look of interest and
arousal.
"Marcus?" she breathed, licking her lips subconsciously. Her breaths were
short and shallow, and I watched as her chest rose and fell as she
considered my request. "Oh my, I wasn't expecting that Ashley."
"I'm sorry, we don't have to if you don't want to sweetie, it was just a
suggestion..." For the first time since I'd asked Abbie looked at me
directly, and I could see her eyes twinkling with desire and nervous
energy.
"Oh no, don't get me wrong - I'd love to!" she said, with an enthusiasm
that caught me off guard and almost made me regret my decision. What have
you done?! My mind screamed at me as Abbie smiled to herself and
continued on, "I'd love to! I'm not going to lie, I have wondered what
he's like in bed - nothing personal sweetie, but I've never been with a
black guy and if I was ever going to it would have been with Marcus, and,
well... I'm so glad you brought it up instead of me haha! You're sure you
wouldn't be jealous?" I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all.
"No, don't worry about it sweetie! We're really good friends with him
now, and I know you love me, why would I be jealous?" I'm not even sure I
managed to convince myself, my mind starting to hastily backpedal on my
suggestion and praying Abbie might be too drunk and forget by the
morning.
"Well, okay then!" Beamed Abbie, with a fervour that was just slightly
unsettling. "I mean, Marcus needs to agree to it first, of course...
should I go and ask him now do you think?" she said, already starting to
rise to her feet and make to go downstairs. I shot up as fast as I could
and sped barefoot after her, trying my best to keep my nerve. My mind was
exploding with conflicting signals and it was a miracle I even managed to
form a coherent sentence.
"Oh no, we don't want to hassle him now, do we? Tell you what, I'll ask
him at work next week? Find a good time to get him alone and ask him?
About the fertility doctor and the threesome at the same time, don't you
think?" Abbie nodded and seemed to agree this was a sensible course of
action.
"Oh yes, that does sound a better idea. You sure you don't mind asking
him?" she asked.
"Of course not! We're like best friends now, what could go wrong?"
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