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Phoebe's Party FunI lost the original version of this story, forever, but fortunately, Phoebe whispered it into my ear. It's a bit different because the timeline changed. ;)A couple of years ago I went to some boring work party at one of my former bosses' home. It wasn't even a "sexy" dance party, It was some insufferably dull cake-eating event populated by utterly uninsteresting people. It was a formal gala event and I had to dress up in a gown. I picked something black and backless with a rather small hat -- very retro with tule, silk flowers and the works. I caught some bitch badmouthing me. She was some big wig's throphy wife. Blond, tits and no personality. She was such a judgmental soccer mom, repeating gossip that was mostly true, but not very nice. I walked up to her. She and her gaggle of giggling cohorts hushed the moment I arrived. "Oh Phoebe, what a nice surprise." I confronted her, "Cut the crap bitch, you're just saying that jealous shit about me because you don't get enough dick at home." To accentuate my point, I threw champagne on her face. A few people laughed, some were mortified into silence. Her husband didn't notice. He was flirting with some other pretty young thing elsewhere in the house. My boss tried to surpress a smile, while trying not to notice. The bitch stomped after me to the bathroom, asking me, "Who the hell do you think you are." She followed me into an empty bathroom to give me a piece of her mind. At least that what she claimed. I was skeptical of her having a mind. Something possesses me to grab the bitchy trophy wife by the hand and yanked her into a bathroom stall. "I might be a subby," I told her, "but it's about time I took the lead." I put my mouth on hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. At first she tried pushing me away, but she yielded rather quickly. We made out rather noisily, not caring about who was going in and out of the bathroom. Not that anyone did. I bit her neck and asked her, "do you think your man will mind?" "I don't know, will yours?" We groped each other and swirled our tongues about as the music played outside. I lifted the bitch's vintage Dior gown and discovered that she has no panties on. She slammed me against the stall as I slid my fingers against her slick and freshly-shaved cunt. She unzipped the back of my dress side a bit. I pulled down my spaghetti straps to reveal one of my tits. She nibbled on the exposed nipple with just enough pain to make me scream without really causing me injury. She lifted one of my legs and I propped it against the toilet seat. She pulled my thong to the side and ate me out as her fingers probed me. "Oh shit, yeah," I moaned, "this is what I wanted." "Yes," she answed rather matter of factly as she looked up at me with a tinge of playful malice, "This is what you wanted and I'm finally giving it to you." A knock interrupted us. The party hostess, my boss's wife asked us to come out and cut it out. We did, rather humiliated. To our surprise she instructed us to, "go to the special room if you want to do that." She led us out of the bathroom and to a back door that let to the outside of the mansion. Through the primly manicured garden, my boss's wife let us to what looked to me like a large utility shack. When we went inside, it was actually a room with black walls and a perfectly made white bed. "There's a bathroom door to your left, and a toy box by the bed. Look in the mini-fridge if you are hungry for anything. When you're done I'll pick you up." I asked her, how she would know when we're done. "There's cameras and microphones hidden in here. I'll know." The trophy wife panicked, "Cameras? I can't have sex with this woman with cameras in this room. I'm not sure I want to do it with her." My boss's wife smirked, "So you want me to tell my husband to fire yours, without a severance package?" "No," the trophy wife whined. "Good. Now have fun." Once the hostesses's mission was accomplished, she left us to our own devices. Trophy wife and I fully undressed. We sat on the bed to kiss for a bit. I eyed the room and noticed what looked to be a box full of sex toys next to a first aid kit, baby wipes, wine, a box of quality chocolate truffles, all next to a fruit basket. I pointed the goodies out to my new "friend". She seemed scared. "Hurt me baby," I begged. "Hurt me the way you were going to hurt me when you followed me into a bathroom." "What?" My rich suburban playmate's eyes bugged out, "Are you sure? I mean, you want me to hurt you." "Please," I begged weakly. She slapped me half-heartedly. She was about to ask if I was okay. I pleaded with her to hurt me some more. She slapped me on the other side of the face, really hard. I unzipped my dress and let it fall. Her panting, parted lips and bulging eyes betrayed her nervous arousal. I closed my eyes and gave her some time. I felt her sharp nails running down my back, stimulating my nerve endings and causing my skin to fill with goose bumps. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder, as I wetted my fingers with saliva. It's not every day I meet anyone as tall as myself, but she nearly was. She pushed me on the bed, and slinked out of her dress. She spread my legs and mouthed me, sticking her tongue all the way into my canal. I moistened my fingers some more in her pussy and then worked them into her ass. She rolled back her eyes and whispered, "nice," as I fucked her ass with one finger and played with her cunt using my other hand. "Oh, just wait until I try those toys on the table on you. I bet that chocolate will melt nicely on your dirty little body." I moaned approvingly as she mimicked my hand job. "Can your pet drink wine from your mouth, Mistress?" I wasn't sure why I called her "Mistress." It just came out of my mouth. She stopped and glared at me with a hatred that I wasn't sure if it was feigned or completely real. I am sure it was a game, but she didn't make it seem that way. "You cannot drink. For that bit of insolence, I will pour wine into your mouth until it overflows and you will fill my mouth with it. If you drink so much as a drop of it, I will punish you for being a bad pet." I tried not to grin, but it was obvious that this sweet soccer mom bitch had done this before. I guess her husband likes to be dominated. Not a big surprise. A lot of those corporate bastards need a domineering whore to tell them how bad they are.  I did just as she commanded, carefully emptying the wine in my mouth into her lips. She congratulated on a job well done by kissing open mouthed. We fed each other fruits and painted chocolate images onto each other's bodies. Licking and rubbing the art entertained us as much as making the mess. I whispered into my domina's ear, "I will do anything you want me to, not matter how scary or embarassing. I will even dominate you if you want. I'm kind of weird about dominating girls, but I can try. I am a good toy." "Silly thing. Don't be so nervous." My friend then grabbed a strap-on from the basket. She confidently caressed the rubber cock looking at me straight on with a crooked grin. "Do you want me to fuck you this way?" She did it hard and fast, pounding in an out of my cunt until I was crying. I begged her not to stop. I wanted her to split me in half. Before she could, my pussy lips tightened around that dildo and I trembled like crazy. My body went limp when she pulled the monster out. We took a shower together. She wore a shower cap so as to not mess her hair. I on the other hand, have no shame. I ate her pussy while she soaped herself, making sure to lap that sweet slot clean. She came hard on my mouth, her juices dripping down with the drops of water. It was so awesome. We got dressed and sat down on the bed. My boss's wife was already there. She flipped her brown hair to one side, "Are either of you in a hurry to go anywhere?" "I probably need to go back to my husband," said the trophy wife. I didn't. "There's a guard at the door, follow him and he'll take you back to the party." The trophy wife silently complied and returned to the real world. Without a word, my boss's wife led me back to the bad. We kissed quite a bit, before I noticed more than two hands groping at me. It was mostly handsome beefy Latino man that my boss's wife called her, "personal assistants" and a couple of pretty ladies I had never seen before. It was clear to me that the party had just begun. 9:06 AM - Sunday, February 25, 2007 - post comment
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