A Party at Sonya’s

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I glanced around cautiously as I made my way up the narrow cobblestone path towards the imposing residence before me. Through the darkness of the night I could see the front door ajar, as a shaft of light spilled out over the front step accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of music and laughter coming from within. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake, but quickly dismissed the notion, silently scolding myself for such unfounded doubt.

As if returning to the scene of a crime, a feeling of déjà vu swept over me as I made the last few steps and pushed the door open. It had been over a month since my last visit to Sonya’s house, but the memories of that blissful weekend had since taken up residence in my mind and occupied my every masturbatory thought for the previous thirty seven days. I was nervous about seeing her again, but even more uneasy about the prospect of spending the evening in pointless conversations with her and her husband’s friends, while trying in vain to forget the fact that the very party setting had served as the backdrop for one of the most erotic and deliciously dirty encounters of my life. I just hoped that the discomfort was worth bearing, in order to cast my eyes on Sonja’s near perfect visage once again.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the wide hallway that led into the rest of the oversized house. It appeared that the bulk of the party was taking place in an adjoining room, with a few guests lingering around the doorway. One quick glance and I remembered why I loved Halloween so much. As I proceeded into the house, my eyes scanned the numerous women all dressed in various provocative costumes. With Sonya’s husband at such a relatively advanced age, I was surprised to see the party filled with twenty-somethings, most of which happened to be attractive females.

“Well, hello there officer,” a recognizable voice sang out over the clamour of the noisy party.

My spirits were lifted at the very sound of Sonya’s sweet voice and I turned to see her strolling through the crowd towards me. As always she looked stunning, dressed as a devil in a particularly slinky, red costume that clung to every inch of her perfect body like a second skin. Her outfit essentially consisted of a tight fitting minidress fashioned from a shiny, shimmering material that covered her sexy body from the top of her breasts down to mid thigh. A triangular section of cleavage was visible between her breasts, where the red dress gave way to a small strip of transparent, black fishnet fabric. A similar black fishnet material comprised the stockings which adorned her slender, muscular legs from her thighs down to her toes which were visible in the striking red pumps she was wearing. Her arms were also clothed in fishnet, with arm stockings reaching down from her thumb to her elbows. Sonja’s shimmering brown hair was tied up with a couple cute little devil horns poking out from the top. Her exposed skin looked as tanned and flawless as ever, and her eyes portrayed a sexy, villainous look which was amplified by the dark makeup surrounding them.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, as she gave me a cordial peck on the cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she replied, stepping back to look me up and down. “Not so bad yourself.”

I had chosen to dress as a cop, a relatively simple costume complete with night stick and handcuffs dangling from my belt. I opted not to wear the hat, but had a pair of dark sunglasses hiding my eyes.

“So…” I continued, glancing around the room. “Which one of these gentlemen is your husband?”

“Oh, he’s not here actually,” she answered, sipping from the tall glass of champagne in her hand.

“Oh?” I blurted out, my positive sounding tone betraying my relief.

“Yeah,” she continued, smiling at my obvious delight. “He’s away on business. This really isn’t his kind of scene anyways.”

“Hmmm,” I muttered, still smiling. “He seems to be away on business quite a bit.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked, casting me a sexy glare.

“Not at all.”

“Some of these people are friends with him though,” she explained, her voice taking on a hushed, cautious tone. “So you and I should be on our best behaviour.”

I nodded in understanding, although I secretly wished that we were the only ones in the room. Ever since our last encounter, I had been dying for a repeat performance.

Sonya had other guests to greet, so I let her proceed to make her rounds while I strolled around the party. It seemed like she had gone all out, with decorations, and open bar and even girls dressed as playboy bunnies serving trays full of champagne. As great as the party was however, I found myself in an awkward position by not knowing anyone. I made conversation with a few people, but I didn’t know how much information to reveal. There seemed to be an abundance of attractive females, all in costumes that normally would have made my dick throb, but I found myself repeatedly drawn back to Sonja and her hot little devil outfit.

After my third glass of champagne, I canlı bahis was making my way back from the bathroom when Sonya turned the corner and stepped into the hallway. It was the closest we had come to being alone all night. Her eyes locked on mine as she strolled towards me, taking slow deliberate steps. I stopped and leaned against the wall as she brushed up against me, stuffing something into my pocket. She flashed me a mischievious smile before continuing past me as I turned to catch a glimpse of her impeccable ass moving underneath the short, clinging dress. As soon as I was able to catch a moment of privacy, I reached into my pocket to retrieve whatever she had placed there. My hand closed around a ball of soft fabric and I pulled it out.

It was a pair of red, lacy panties. My dick grew hard instantly.

When Sonja had invited me to her party I was sceptical that anything would happen due to the presence of so many others, including her husband. With her husband’s absence however, along with her recent ‘gift,’ my optimism increased tenfold.

I was leaning against the wall, sipping my fifth glass of champagne when Sonja once again approached, this time accompanied by another young woman.

“Damon,” she greeted cheerfully. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is Kacey.”

“Hi there,” I greeted with a mildly intoxicated smile as I shook her hand.

In contrast to Sonya’s slender, toned form, Kacey’s body was soft and curvaceous with buxom, ample breasts and fair skin. Fittingly, she was dressed as an angel with costume similar to Sonya’s, although of a different color. Her white dress hugged her large breasts and compressed her waist with a corset-like effect before flaring out into a short skirt that covered barely a third of her creamy thighs. While Sonya’s face possessed a sharp, exotic quality, her friend’s smiling visage was soft and welcoming with soft, pouty lips, rounded features and sparkling blue eyes. Her light blonde hair was tucked back behind her ears as a little silver halo hovered above her head. The costume was completed by a pair of white and silver wings protruding from the back of her dress and a smattering of light, silver glitter around her eyes. I also noticed a wedding ring on her finger.

“Sonya’s told me so much about you,” she commented, with a knowing smile that surprised me slightly.

“Oh really?” I asked, shifting my gaze to Sonja who just shrugged and smiled. “Nothing bad I hope.”

“Oh no,” she answered in a sensual, flirtatious tone. “Nothing bad at all.”

My mind raced with expectations and the three of use continued our flirty banter as the party wore on. Sonya was obviously becoming intoxicated, and was beginning to display physical signs of affection towards me without regard for who might be watching. Kacey soon split off to join another conversation, and Sonja pulled me aside.

“Here,” she whispered, discretely pressing a small key into my palm. “Go to the pool house. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”

I tried to maintain my excitement as I slipped the key into my pocket. Sonya walked away without a word as I finished my drink before quietly making my way to the back door and slipping outside.

My heart raced as I made my way across the spacious property towards the small building at the end of the swimming pool. I unlocked the door, took one more nervous glance around and stepped inside. Laughing to myself as I turned on the light, I took a moment to look around. It was actually larger than my entire apartment, complete with a kitchenette, living room area, and most importantly, a queen sized bed. I walked over and sat down, slipping my shoes off and leaning back as I waited patiently.

It was about ten minutes later when I heard the large glass door sliding open. I turned to see Sonya stepping into the room as she closed the door behind her.

“I…,” she began, strolling towards the bed with a sexy smile. “…have been waiting all night to get you alone.”

I eyed her with wanton desire as her heels struck the floor with each step bringing her closer to me. As she came close enough for me to smell the intoxicating but subtle scent of her perfume, she stopped and stood above me with hands on hips in an authoritarian pose.

“Shirt,” she stated abruptly. “Off.”

It took me a moment to realize what she was saying before I began scrambling to unbutton my shirt. As the last button slipped out of its tiny slit, Sonya stepped forward and tore the shirt down off my shoulders, pinning my arms behind my back before grabbing a handful of hair at the back of my head and kissing me. It wasn’t a soft, sensual kiss. It wasn’t a sexy, romantic kiss. It was a lustful, pornographic mouth-fucking session as she penetrating my parted lips with lewd stabs of her thrusting, wet tongue.

I managed to free my hands from my tussled shirt and reached out to pull her tight little body into mine. As she crawled onto my lap, she moaned into my mouth with increasing passion, her nails running down my naked back. My hands bahis siteleri clutched her tiny, firm ass, feeling her muscular tautness through the smooth, shiny dress as she pushed me back on the bed.

“You have the keys to these, right?” she asked, plucking the handcuffs from my belt.

Thirty seconds later I was stretched length-wise on the bed with my hands cuffed to the headboard with Sonya tugging my pants down my legs.

“This doesn’t seem fair,” I said with a laugh as she tossed my pants to the floor and started on my underwear.

“Oh,” she muttered with a satisfied smirk as she watched my dick pop free and fall throbbing against my stomach. “I think it’s just fine.”

Feeling utterly exposed, I shifted with discomfort as Sonya’s eyes roamed my body with predatory desire. After teasing me by stroking her fingernail up the sensitive underside of my cock, she flipped her leg over my body and straddled my torso with her back to me. As she hiked her tight fitting dress up around her waist, I could feel the moist warmth emanating from between her legs against my bare skin. I looked down to see the pert little tanned globes of her ass nestled against my stomach as I felt her tiny hand wrap around my dick.

“So have you thought about me much since our last…encounter?” she asked, stroking my shaft with long, slow pumps of her little fist.

“Every fucking day,” I answered back as she began sliding her hips up my naked torso.

“Oh yeah?” she purred, sliding her hairless pussy back along my skin. “And what have you been thinking about?”

“I’ve been thinking about fucking that tight little pussy of yours.”

“Liar,” she snapped with a giggle as she leaned forward onto her hands and knees, rocking her hips back towards my face. “I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”

I remained silent as my eyes took in the magnificent sight, just inches away from my face. Her slightly puffy mound was peeking out from between her legs, without a hair to be seen. The pert, tanned little ass cheeks of her ass formed an almost perfect circle, sloping inwards to form a tantalizing cleft that framed a tiny, delectable hole which was even more perfect than I remembered.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” she stated softly, reaching back to lightly run a fingertip over her tiny, pink hole. “Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, feeling her warm breath wash over my balls.

“And what have you been thinking about doing to it?”

As she spoke, Sonya reached back farther and slipped her finger into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked with passion, before she pulled it free.

“Everything,” I stated, as her little wet finger returned to her ass. “Fucking it. Licking it.”

Sonya moaned as I spoke and pushed her finger past her tight little ring, sliding it inside as her tiny pink star stretched and hugged her slender knuckle.

“Mmmm, god it’s been sooo long since I’ve a cock in my ass,” she cooed, sawing her middle finger in and out, agonizingly close to my eager lips. “Actually Damon, you’re the only one that has ever fucked my ass.”

“Your husband hasn’t done it yet?” I asked as I watched her thin finger disappearing into her clenching hole.

“Nope. He hasn’t even brought it up.”

“I guess you could say…it’s my ass then huh?” I added, eliciting a cute giggle from her purring mouth.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I guess you could say that.”

“And if you do a good job licking my pussy…,” she added, rocking her hips back far enough for me to sense the sweet scent of her arousal. “…I might let you lick it.”

The next thing I knew, Sonya’s smoothly shaven pussy was planted directly onto my lips as I opened my mouth in absolute acceptance. As my tongue wriggled its way between her soft, juicy lips, I felt hers gliding slowly down the underside of my cock. With slow, gentle gyrations, she rubbed her pussy against my busy lips as worked her way down to my balls, teasing them with short, playful licks. I lifted my head in an effort to bury more of my ambitious tongue inside her, and she pushed back pinning me against the bed as she lifted my dick off my stomach. With her clit rubbing against my chin, Sonya rode my face with slow, forceful gyrations as I felt her lips and tongue cover my cock with teasing, wet kisses.

I moaned as I felt her pussy dampen around my tongue. I moaned louder when I felt Sonya’s lips sucking the tip of my aching pole into her mouth. She rocked forward, giving me just enough respite to take a breath before she pushed back, this time forcing her tiny little asshole onto my thrusting tongue.

“Oh yeah…,” she whimpered, feeling the tip of my nimble, wet tongue pressed against her blinking orifice. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

My eyes closed with pleasure as her tight little hole pinched the tip of my tongue and my dick pulsed between her soft, sucking lips. The more enthusiastic her blowjob became, the more ambitious my tongue grew, wiggling like a snake deep into her asshole. With my cock bahis şirketleri now coated with warm, wet saliva, Sonya shifted positions, spinning around to face me as she backed up towards my waiting pole.

I let out a long sigh of satisfied relief, feeling the warm embraces of her tight little pussy swallowing my length as she guided herself down onto my cock. Sonya’s eyes closed with elated bliss and she wiggled her hips, taking me in, down to the base.

“Mmmm, I miss your pussy,” I muttered, resting my hands on her thin, muscular hips as she swayed back and forth, her exotic looking eyes fixed on mine in a sensual, villainous stare.

Sonya leaned down and placed one hand on my chest for stability as her other hand caressed the muscles of my stomach, her nails clawing at my flesh with increasing intensity as her movements grew more erratic. Soon, her rhythmic grinding turned to gentle bobbing as her taut little ass struck my thighs with each descent. I could feel the tightness of her gripping hole stroking my shaft as if trying to tear my cock from my body. I gripped her hips harder in an effort to slow her movements, but my touch only intensified her desires and she slammed her tight little pussy down around my dick with rapid abandon.

Secretly wishing that I had masturbated prior to coming to the party, I tensed the muscles in my pelvis and closed my eyes as I tried to restrain my rising climax. The tight walls of her pussy massaged my cock and drooled fluid down my throbbing shaft as the movements of her writhing body attempted to coax the cum from my reluctant balls.

“You’re not going to cum already are you?” Sonya asked in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.

My face grew red as I held my breath and tried to prevent myself from spilling my load into her tempting hole. Sonya however, only magnified her efforts by bobbing faster atop my tensing body. Unable to withhold myself any longer, I let out a savage growl as I planted my feet into the bed and thrust my hips upwards, lifting her body into the air with my cock planted deep inside her. She purred in response, feeling the warmth of my spurting cum filling the inside of her pussy. Even as I relaxed, Sonya resumed her rhythmic grinding, her cum-filled hole sliding up and down my wilting shaft. My fingers clutched the bed sheets and I clenched my teeth, the post-orgasmic sensitivity making the intense feeling almost intolerable. I finally let out a long breath as she climbed off my body and off the bed. Fully expecting her to uncuff me I waited as she pulled her tight fitting dress down over her hips and straightened her hair.

Without looking back at me, Sonya then began to saunter back towards the doorway, leaving me bound and naked on the bed.

“Hey,” I said with a surprised laugh. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the party,” she said, looking back to cast me a fittingly devilish smile. “I have guests to attend to.”

“What about me?” I called out as she slid the door open.

“Don’t worry,” she assured, stepping outside. “I’ll be back.”

I laid there stunned as I heard the glass door slide shut. I was fully expecting Sonya to walk back in with a ‘just kidding,’ but as two minutes turned to ten, my expectations began to wane. In fact, it was about twenty minutes later when I finally heard the door slide open again.

I was actually feeling a bit irritated, until the whimsical sound of giggling rose my spirits and I turned my head to see Kacey following Sonya into the pool house, carrying a bottle of champagne in her hand. As the two fully clothed young women strolled towards me, I felt even more exposed, blushing as I lifted a leg to partially hide my flaccid cock.

“Well, what do we have here?,” Kacey said with amusement, deep dimples forming in her soft cheeks as she viewed my naked body with a smiling, delighted expression.

Sonja looked on with satisfaction as her friend perused my restricted body.

“Sorry for keeping you tied up in here,” she apologized with insincerity. “You don’t mind that I invited Kacey in here to join our little private party do you?”

“Not at all,” I answered truthfully, my dick beginning to pulse back to life as the two beautiful women stood over me.

“Hmm,” Kacey hummed as she set the bottle down and continued to purvey the situation. “Seems like he’s completely at our mercy huh?”

“Mmmhmm,” Sonya purred, stepping up behind beside her friend and cupping one of her bountiful breasts in her small hand before giving a gentle squeeze. “But I think we should make him watch a little first.”

Kacey smiled and kept looking directly into my eyes as Sonja proceeded to pull the tight fitting white dress down over her breasts, continuing to tug at the material as she slowly uncovered her friend’s luscious, curvy body. I let out an audible ‘gulp’ as Sonya yanked the outfit down to the floor, exposing a naked body, clothed with only a tiny pair of lacy, white panties. Turning her eyes to me, Sonya’s face portrayed an expression of mischievious lust as she knelt at Kacey’s side, her hands lightly stroking her friend’s thighs. My dick quickly regained its former state as she pressed her lips into the soft skin and began kissing her way up the side of Kacey’s leg.

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