Cocktail Party Groping

She holds his stem, and her heart throbs hard. He sucks her tongue softly, feeling ecstatic dizziness…

Bree is invited to a cocktail party by some friends of friends of mine. The party is at the Dallas Country Club. There were between forty and fifty guests, which barely made a dent in all the space they had available in the ball room. She is wearing a mid-length fairly low cut black cocktail dress. As usual, that is all she is wearing. The dress had darts in the front so there is some support for her breasts. It is obvious to everybody that she wasn’t wearing a bra. On a few occasions she bent over to pick up a canapé from the low glass cocktail tables that are scattered around the room. As she would start to straighten up, she feels men’s eyes boring holes down the front of her dress. It made her feel very good. She has always liked to have men look at her, and especially to look at her as a sexual vixen. As soon as she realized that there were several men at the party who liked to look at her with lust in their hearts and on their faces, she started bending over more often. She didn’t eat much at all. I would just bend over and pretend to examine what was available, then take my time about standing up straight again.

I’m circulating chatting with different small groups, I watched Bree teasing several groups of men. I walked over to her and introduced myself to her, I decided to reward my generosity by seducing Bree. Bree had heard the stories about my insatiable appeitie to fuck women, especially those with small tits, petite body and young. A criteria that unfortunately Bree filled more than adequately with her firm 34 B’s. She had heard that my cock was a monster 9″ long and very thick like a soda can. I also showed a remarkable creative side when it came to my choice of location to do the dirty deed. Not for me a quick fumble on the bed … oh no … I’m much more discerning than that. She flirted outrageously with almost all the men, she had not flirted with me yet. She has the opinion men are so easy to flirt with. All a woman really has to do is put her hand on a man’s arm while she is talking to him, or to make almost any sort of physical contact. So when she is flirting, she tries to talk with her hands a lot, and make sure that her hands are on the man whenever possible. She does a good job of flirting, because she always seems to be surrounded by men. Two or three times, when she turned to the left or right to face one of the group, she is talking with, she bumped against my big bulge. After a couple of hours, she saw me sitting in a chair across the room. I beckoned to her so she came over to my chair. I asked her if she was enjoying herself and she told me that she certainly was. We start to talk some more. We were all talking and flirting when she feels my hand on her leg, under her skirt. She is a little embarrassed in case anyone saw what I was doing. But since her skirt was not very short, she thought that probably no one would notice. She edged closer to my chair.

This encouraged me, so I start slowly to move my hand further up her leg. This is very exciting to her, to be talking to three or four men while I’m starting to play with her. It seems like an eternity, though, before my hand got close to her pussy. By that time, she is very wet. And as she said, she isn’t wearing any panties. My fingers found her wetness and then start to really play with her. I slide, didn’t even have to push, one finger inside her. Her pussy practically swallowed my finger. Then I put another finger inside her, and her legs start to feel weak. She is trying to concentrate on what the men around her were saying, but it is very, very difficult to do. I didn’t help at all, I start moving my fingers faster and faster inside her, to make her have an orgasm in front of all these people. Fortunately for her, I slow down, but then I took both fingers out of her pussy. She starts to panic because she didn’t want me to stop. She asked me if we could leave. I looked at her and asked if something was wrong. She said ” No, but I want to rape you and I can’t do it here.” I had my limo come to pick us up, so we quickly climbed into the car. We went to my penthouse, she asked me about my criteria for picking up women. I didn’t answer her. She pressed me and reminded me of all the personal stuff she had divulged. I finally said that, getting women was not a problem for me.

” Oooohh, check out Mr. Ego” She said. ” See, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut” I said sort of shaking my head. ” No no. It’s ok. I asked you to tell me. So, Mr. Ladies’ man. What is it that makes you so irresistible to women?” ” Bree, we should stop now. I’m a little uncomfortable talking about this with such a nice girl like you.”
” I’m not that nice.” I lied about that. I actually was nice. ” You really want to know?” ” Yes! Tell me!”
” Well, I am sort of a freak when it comes to my endowment.” Why this caught her off guard, she doesn’t know. She had heard her girlfriends talking about guys and their cocks before. She had a few friends who loved well hung men, so she knew I wasn’t lying about that. Another thing that caught her off-guard is how her body is reacting to this conversation. Her hairless pussy is easily excitable as she found out on my groping her. Now she is sitting there, on her way to being drunk, talking to this older guy about his freakish penis. She is definitely getting moist. She decided to be a little playful and keep the topic going. ” So, who cares? It’s just a penis.” ” Really? How many penises have you seen, Bree?” Uh, oh. she had only seen one. Should she be honest? She decided to be combative.
” I’m not telling you that! Besides, size doesn’t matter.” ” I wish. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have so many women stalking me.” ” Maybe they just want to try it. How do you know they would all love it?” ” Bree, I’m talking about the women I sleep with. One time with me and they are hooked. I have to be very careful about who I sleep with. I’ve had to get several restraining orders because of women who would not stop stalking me.”

” So you are that good in bed?” ” Look, I don’t know if it’s my cock or what. Maybe it’s something else. All I really know is that once I sleep with a woman things follow.” ” Bree, you are hot for 34. Your body was made for fucking. She took a deep breath and feels her shaved pussy gushing. She resolved herself to go for it. She tried to turn on the sex appeal. My hand came around her back leading her further into the room and she spotted a set of carpeted steps leading to a couch area that is concealed subtly by draped curtains. I led her over to the back of the room, taking her glass and placing it on a nearby table. Her head is still swimming and now that she is in a darkened area , she is able to relax. Her fingers ran through her wild hair and her hips swayed slowly. She let her head fall to one side as she moved, bending her knees and twirling herself a few times, her dress floating around her legs. Her eyes open gently and she found me, leaning up against the wall, watching her every move with heated eyes. She feels nervous under my gaze, but didn’t cease her movements, and instead turned her back on me, continuing to sway.