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by Gia Blue


  She moaned around Michael’s dick. The feeling of being filled to the brim in every orifice was driving her wild. She moved her hips with abandon, impaling herself on the CEO and hoping everyone could cum at the same time, her included. To achieve her goal she accelerated all her movements: her mouth, her tongue, her hands, her hips.

  “Slow down, Carol,” Michael ordered. “Slow down, I’m gonna cum.”

  She did the opposite and went even faster. She looked up at him and braced herself for his sweet reward. His features hardened and she felt his cock grow in her mouth.

  “Here it comes!”

  Without further warning, he shot his seed down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop. She kept sucking him hoping there would be more, hoping she could cum already.

  “My turn!” the CEO groaned below her.

  Before she could react, she felt him spurt inside of her. His jets were weak and did nothing to trigger her own orgasm. She tried to continue fucking him but he grew soft almost instantly afterwards.

  Going on in this position would quickly get unpleasant for both of them. Disappointed but ever the trooper, Carol moved forward until Dirk slipped out of her ass and then turned around. She sat back on her haunches and made a show of playing with her pussy.

  Jason, Charlie and Dirk came closer while jacking themselves off. It was obvious this was the big finale and they were going to have to take care of themselves. No one cared. She was so hot, such a dirty little slut playing with herself like this, her fingers plunging into her sloppy pussy.

  Dirk was the first one to reach the point of no return. He stiffened, aimed his shaft down, and sprayed her tits with his white cream. He stroked himself until there was nothing left to give.

  “Yeah, who’s next? Who’s going to cum over my big tits?”

  The site of another man ejaculating was more erotic than Charlie would’ve thought. His balls contracted and without notice he exploded onto the receptionist, giving her a pearl necklace.

  As soon as he was done, Jason moved ahead. With one hand he tugged on his rod while the other played with his balls. He closed his eyes, thought about the amazing feeling of earlier as he fucked her already full cunt. All of a sudden, his jizz shot out like a geyser, landing on her face, glazing her skin like a porn star.

  Carol looked at the five men who stared at her. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm herself, she just wasn’t close enough. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked the juices off.

  For long seconds nobody made any major movement. Carol lazily massaged the cum into the skin of her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts. Meanwhile, the men caught their breath while watching her, while jerking their deflating cocks. At last, the CEO exhaled loudly before clapping his hands together.

  “Wooo, that was fun! Now I better go back to my wife before I’m gone long enough for her to nag me about it for the next two months.”

  Everybody but Michael went to the pile of discarded clothes where they quickly got dressed. For this part, Michael just stared at the receptionist. Even with her disheveled hair and frosted face she was gorgeous.

  After a moment, he reached for a box of tissues on the desk and handed it to her. She took it with a smile and proceeded to wipe off the spunk off her hands.

  “It’s been fun, boys and girls,” Grover said before turning to the woman. “You, young lady, you were spectacular. I hope we can do it again soon.”

  “Merry Christmas.”

  The three dressed men headed out of the office. Michael extended a hand and helped Carol to her feet.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  “I’m just gonna go take a shower, okay?” She pointed to the regional manager’s private bathroom.

  “Sure. I’ll see you by the water cooler.”

  “Actually, you think you can wait for me here? I won’t be long.”

  “Oh, okay, no problem.”

  She smiled at him, grabbed her clothes as well as her purse, and disappeared into the bathroom. Slowly getting dressed, Michael didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, he’d been absolutely flabbergasted by having discovered his coworker -- his goddamn CEO! -- involved in a gangbang. On the other hand, he’d finally been able to get up close and personal with the woman of his dreams.

  He stuffed his shirt down his pants, zipped up, and put on his tie loosely. He didn’t bother wearing his jacket. He found his boss’s sideboard and poured two drinks from a crystal decanter. He brought them back to the lounging area and sank into a couch.

  He heard the shower go off. Five minutes later Carol came out. She was fully dressed and had even managed to repair her hairdo. She joined him and sat next to him. She beamed when he handed her a glass.

  “Sorry, no ice.”

  They drank silently. It turned out to be brandy.

  “Do you think less of me now because of what we did here?”

  “What? No!”

  “Then are you gonna ask me out again?”

  “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On whether or not you’re gonna say yes this time.”

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “I’ll say yes.”

  “You don’t even know the specifics.”

  “Doesn’t matter, the answer is yes anyway.”

  She pressed her body against his and kissed him. Her lips were soft and moved deliberately. He kissed her back with mounting hunger and before long he couldn’t keep himself from stroking her soft neck. They took a break, set their drinks down, and smiled to each other. They resumed making out.

  Carol turned around on the couch so she could face him. He kissed his way from her mouth to her ear, gently licking around the small diamond stud before sucking the earlobe into his mouth.

  “Ahhh,” she purred, tilting her head back in appreciation.

  She hiked her dress up and straddled him. Michael slid the straps off her shoulders before smooching her collarbone. He pushed the dress down until her magnificent braless tits hung free. He took one in each hand and massaged them as he continued kissing her.

  “Suck them. Suck my nipples.”

  He licked her naked flesh while purposely avoiding her nipples. They were hardening before his eyes. He kissed all around the areola and blew cold air over them.

  “Suck on them, bite them.”

  “Yeah? You really want me to? Do you want it enough to beg?”

  “Yes, please, Mark.”

  He looked up abruptly at her.

  “I’m kidding, Michael. Just put my nipples into your mouth, please.”

  He opened his mouth wide and took as much of her left boob as he could fit. He flicked his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it as hard as he could.

  Carol closed her eyes and moaned as she felt him torment her areola. This -- combined with kissing -- was so intimate to her that she rarely allowed it. With Michael, however, it just seemed natural. She was surprised by the bond she was feeling with him at the moment.

  He dropped one of his hands and hiked her dress further above her waist. He was about to pull her panties to the side when he realized she wasn’t wearing any.

  “Going commando, are we?”

  “Does it turn you on?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That was the idea.”

  She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue down his throat. She had initially found him rather nerdy since he’d joined the company but the more time she spent with him the sexier she found him.

  The wetter she got.

  Michael turned his hand palm up and put it between her legs. He felt her heat from several inches away. He touched her tremendously supple labia. She was already moist. He wiggled between the creases until he found her entrance.

  “Push it in,” he ordered. “Put it in me.”

  He coated his finger with her juices and spread it all over her vulva. Next, he lifted his hand and teased her lips with his wet finger. They stared sultrily at each other
and she captured the finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of her own nectar.

  He pulled out of her mouth, sucked on her nipples some more, and inserted his digit inside her voracious pussy. It sank in easily.

  “Yes.”

  He fingered her without hurry, his eyes captivated by her face which was beginning to contort in pleasure. She was far from reaching her release but she was enjoying the ride.

  With her eyes closed, she reached down and worked around Michael’s hand to undo his pants. She snaked his cock out and already she felt it stir. She locked her fingers around it and jerked him slowly. He grew in her hand and she loved knowing that she was responsible for that.

  While he continued fingering her, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. He did circles around the hard little nub which he timed with each thrust.

  “That feels so good, Michael.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love doing these gangbangs but I know the pleasure part is more about the guys than me. It’s cool, I understand it. But it gets me so worked up. Every year I finish the night in my bed with a vibrator.”

  “But not this year.”

  She shook her head, her eyes still blissfully shut. She stroked Michael’s cock faster. It was wide and long and hard now. She spread his pre-cum over the head with her thumb, making him flinch.

  “I want you to fuck me, Michael. Put it in my wet cunt. Please, do it.”

  He pulled out of her and promptly pushed down his pants and underwear. He scooted to the edge of the couch and Carol adjusted her straddling position.

  “Ready?”

  She nodded and descended on his shaft. She paused when he brushed the tip across her drenched folds but then continued when he lined it up at the mouth of her channel. She dropped onto him until she sat completely on his lap. She was filled by him, utterly stretched. It was intimate and so much better than her previous couplings.

  Michael buried his face in her neck at the incredible feeling. It couldn’t have been more perfect if a choir of angels had been singing “Aaahhhh” behind them. He let her adjust to his girth and then grabbed her by the hips to guide her movements over him.

  She ground against him for what seemed like forever. Pleasure was felt through every pore of their skin, they were lost in the glorious feeling. He was sucking on her nipples once again when her breathing accelerated.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna cum.”

  Hours of animalistic sex -- mostly foreplay as far as she was concerned -- had taken its toll. Her entire body began trembling as she reached the coveted plateau.

  Michael was himself close. He went faster, lifting her up and at the same time thrusting into her. Yes, he was close, so close!

  “I’m gonna cum too.”

  He wrapped his arms around her when the orgasm finally traveled through her body. Her soaking pussy quivered around him while she jerked in ecstasy in his arms. She hadn’t cum like this since that threesome with her friend Marnie and her husband six months before.

  The fact that he was the one to blame for the bestial onslaught of her release sent him over the edge. His aching balls gave in and he erupted deep inside of her. His buttery seed shot out vigorously, bathing her tunnel with more cum than he ever knew he could produce.

  They rode the wave of intense joy together, their bodies seemingly melting into one another to become a single entity. When they regained their senses, they kissed for long minutes, enjoying the afterglow.

  Michael looked up and nuzzled her chin playfully. His dick was shrinking quickly but he didn’t care, he was comfortable with having her body pressed against his. She smiled in response.

  “You know, this was the best Christmas gangbang ever.”

  “Because the CEO showed up?” he asked.

  “Because you showed up.” She kissed him tenderly. “You’ll love my apartment. You can move your stuff in tomorrow, if you want. I can’t wait for you to meet my three kids.”

  “Uh...” His eyes were as big as saucers and his heart beat faster.

  “Relax, I’m kidding, Michael. I don’t have any kids.”

  “I would’ve loved to meet them if you had.”

  “Good to know.”

  They kissed as the Christmas music stopped on the other side of the door. The office party was winding down. But for Michael and Carol, things were just beginning.

  About the Author

  Cheri Verset has been writing erotica as a means to indulge her most secret fantasies for a number of years. She has come to believe that sharing those stories could only enhance her own intimate experiences.

  Check out her blog at CheriVerset.com

  Also by Cheri Verset

  My Stepdaughter The Nympho

  My Husband, His Sister, and Me

  Swapping Daddies

  A Private Party – Polly J Adams

  Author's note

  Every week or so I get together with a small group of friends. We call it the Girls' Club.

  Sometimes we meet in a bar, sometimes at one of our homes. The common themes are that we always share a few drinks, and we always tell each other stories. Intimate stories. The kind you only share with close friends.

  But aren't those exactly the kind of stories you get a kick from sharing with others? Particularly sharing them with strangers.

  The Girls' Club has given me special dispensation: as long as I change enough facts so that my friends can't be identified I am allowed to write these stories down. I'm allowed to share them with strangers. I'm allowed share them with you.

  This is a story Mel told me recently. Some of the facts have been changed. But most of them haven't.

  * * *

  Often it's the quiet ones who surprise you the most.

  Mel is quiet. She loves going out with the girls, but she's never the one making the most noise, or telling the loudest stories. She's never the life and soul of the party.

  But when it comes to private parties, she can be very different, as she told me one evening at the Girls' Club.

  *

  Mel had only been married a few months. Her husband, Jack, was something in the city, the kind of guy who looked good in a suit but even better at the end of the day, with the jacket off, the tie loosened, the top button undone. When Mel first introduced him to the girls there was more than one muttering about how she could be so lucky and did they make any more like that?

  One night recently, Mel decided to do something special for her new husband. The one thing she regretted about her wedding was that Jack had been called away on business at the last minute and so had missed out on a stag do. Tonight she would make it up for him.

  When he got home from work that evening there was a drink waiting for him, a fire lit, the room illuminated by candles and lamps.

  "Mmm," he said, "what you cooking?"

  She took a handful of his neck-tie and kissed him, long and deep, then pushed him gently back onto the sofa. "We'll eat later," she said. "Maybe."

  Music was playing low in the background, a playlist she had picked carefully. "I Touch Myself", "Like A Virgin", "Pour Some Sugar On Me"... She started to twist and turn to the music, loving the way his eyes followed, explored, devoured.

  "You like?" Hands running down that black dress he loved, the one that clung to her figure in all the right places.

  She turned, wiggled her hips, her backside at his eye level.

  "So... what's all this about? Not that—"

  She interrupted him with another kiss. "A party," she told him. "A private party."

  His hands on her hips felt good.

  She pulled his tie a bit looser, freed another button, whispered in his ear, "I love you."

  The doorbell interrupted them, just as his hand was sliding up her bare thigh, inside her dress.

  He pulled back, frustration clear on his face.

  "I'll go," said Mel, turning with another teasing wiggle, showing him what he could have had.

  *

  The
woman at the door wore a long leather coat buttoned up to the chin. Mel let her in, then turned and led her through to the front room where Jack waited.

  Her husband looked from the visitor to Mel and back, an eyebrow raised.

  The woman had long blonde hair with a slight wave to it. Her eyes were a piercing blue, her lips full, painted a glossy red. She smiled at the two of them.

  In the background, the music switched to "You Can Leave Your Hat On".

  "Meet Selena," said Mel, with a grin she couldn't resist. She sat with Jack on the sofa, a hand on his chest and her legs curled up on the seat. "Remember how disappointed you were that you never had a stag party?" she asked. "Well I thought that maybe we could do at least a part of it here. Selena's a friend of mine. She comes to the girls' club with Polly and the others. And when she's not doing that, she strips..."

  With that, Selena started to move, slowly and sinuously to the music.

  At the first chorus, she undid the top button of her coat, revealing a slender neck, and smooth, flawless skin.

  Closer to the two of them now, she turned and arched her back, grinding her hips in wide circles.

  Another button, more delicate flesh. Each undone button focused all attention on the skin revealed, and Mel found herself getting turned on. She hadn't expected to respond like this, or at least not so quickly. That made her wonder how Jack must feel about this performance. Just then, he glanced at her, as if guiltily remembering she was there. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, and let her hand slide down to his flat belly.

  Selena had half of her buttons undone now, and Mel found her attention flitting between her eyes and the exposed skin of the first swelling of her breasts.

  She let her hand move down, teasingly over Jack's hip to his thigh. She could see that he was hard. Hard for another woman. She squeezed his leg, knowing that it would pull the fabric of his trousers down tighter across his erection.

  "I..."

  He was confused. He hadn't expected anything like this. He had no idea what was going to happen next, what was allowed and what might be out of bounds.

  Mel stood, and joined the slow dance. She circled around Selena until she stood behind her, looking at Jack over her friend's shoulder. She put her hands on Selena's hips, and enjoyed the movement of her friend's arse grinding back against her.

 

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