The Dinner Party

Everyone agreed. And what followed was entirely consensual.

The women wear tight long dresses to show off their figures. Hips and buttocks through sheer fabric. Nipples erect from the moment they arrive. The men wear button-up shirts and jackets. Everyone dressed for the special occasion.

You’re nervous, looking around at the other women, looking so sexy and elegant. They smile and widen their eyes to you, showing you that they’re nervous too. Drinks are served, everyone chatting over the music. Faces from online profiles now in front of you. Real people to go with their flirty comments and photo albums. You’ve seen her breasts in photos. You’ve seen his buttocks. You’ve read how big his cock is.

The drinks relax the atmosphere as you chat to the other women. What brought them here. What other things have they done. Anything like this before?

No one had done anything like this before.

A light dinner is about to be served and everyone sits at a long table, their names on elegant place cards. The waitresses bring the food out. Waitresses who aren’t waitresses at all. Their bodies burst out of their novelty uniforms, smiling as they lean over people to put plates down. The room quietens as the waitresses are watched by men and women. Wives smile at their husbands. You see one of the women brush her hand inside a waitress’s leg, both exchanging a flirty look.

I lean over to you and whisper, ‘They’re hookers.’

You watch them, your drink going to your head – or the blood rushing from it.

‘Will they be part of it?’ you ask.

‘No, they’re just for show,’ the woman next to you says. ‘We’re the main course.’

She smiles and leans in closer, whispering to us…‘Well, one of us is.’

You look at me and I smile and kiss your cheek. I whisper in your ear…‘Are you okay?’

You smile and nod. You’ve been thinking of nothing but this all week. Even if it wasn’t for the wine, you’d still feel drunk.

The chatting continues as the light meals are eaten and more wine is poured. We could all be sitting in a restaurant somewhere. Not a stranger’s house with people we’ve never met, about to…

Waitresses clear the table. A few guests’ hands wander over their bodies and the waitresses smile, setting the mood. The table is cleared and all that remains are wine glasses, place cards and very horny guests. The host taps his glass, standing up at the end of the table.

‘Thank you all for coming. It’s wonderful to be here with people who enjoy the same things in life as we do…’

His wife smiles up at him. A beautiful older woman. Elegant. Large breasts. Your eyes linger on her as he keeps speaking. And part of you hopes it will be her.

The host talks us through what will happen. The women’s place cards placed in a hat. Only one name will be read. Only one woman will be chosen. And from that moment…

You don’t hear the rest. The blood pulsing in your ears. Your heart pounding. The women all look around at each other, some of them preening self-consciously.

And then the moment comes. The women pass their place cards to the host, who puts them in a hat. He swirls the hat around like a cheap magician. People laugh.

I take a moment to whisper in your ear – ‘I love you.’

You smile back at me – ‘I love you too.’

And then you hear your name.

You were so busy looking at me you didn’t see him pull out the place card. And you’re a beat behind as a sudden flurry of movement surrounds you.

Women grab your arms. Other women rip your dress open, spilling your breasts out into the air. You gasp and instinctively try to cover up but the women hold your arms as your dress is torn from your body. The shock of your sudden exposure takes your breath away. All eyes are on you. Complete strangers. And for a moment you want to stop.

Then you see the men taking off their jackets. And you remember what you came here for. What you haven’t stopped thinking about all week…

The women lift you onto the table and lie you down. One of them sucks your nipple as another pulls your knickers down. Your pussy is exposed to the room. A cheer goes up.

You see the host’s wife smiling at you. She looks envious. The other women look the same. They step back as the men come forward. Naked. Muscles. Their large cocks hard. Your whole body aches with hunger…

And I sit back and watch as the men start climbing on top of you.

The End