Licentiously Yours

The Slut Chronicles #11 ~ The Dinner Party

Last Updated on Sunday, 7 February 2010 11:25
Written by Laurel
Monday, 11 January 2010 04:08

She handed her coat to her dear friend at the door and wandered into the living room. She was pleased to see several friends she hadn’t spent much time with recently. She’d nearly decided not to come tonight; she just wasn’t in the mood to socialize and make small talk. But Ann had prodded her to get out of the house with a rather enigmatic promise it would be worth the trouble.

She accepted a glass of wine from Ann’s husband and began engaging in the small talk with friends she’d wanted to avoid. Just as she was beginning to go glassy-eyed, Ann caught her attention and beckoned her over to introduce her to someone she didn’t know.

He was a friend of Ann’s husband from college, in town on business. She smiled warmly and shook his hand, but was completely unnerved by the intensity of his stare. It was almost creepy and yet, there was a certain knowing in his eyes that kept her from looking away.

As they spoke about where he was from and what they both did and Ann wandered off to do hostess things, she was finding herself incredibly drawn to this man. It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it and how he looked at her. She felt as if, had they been alone, he would have eaten her alive. She found herself imaging just that as they chatted. She thought about his tongue slipping between her lips, darting fast and firm against her clit. She imagined the sounds she’d make when his teeth tugged at her swollen flesh. She nearly moaned aloud as he speculated about what Ann would serve for dinner.

She smiled to herself as Ann announced dinner was ready and he made a B-line for the dining room, nearly leaving her behind.

He’s starving for a gourmet dinner and you’ve turned it into animal lust for your pussy. God, you need to get laid soon.

She found she was not that hungry during dinner. He sat across the table from her and kept giving her penetrating glances, distracting her from food entirely. She found herself nervous and agitated and sipped wine constantly to try to relax.

She stood up abruptly, excusing herself from the table to visit the restroom. If she could just get away from his gaze and clear her head, she could focus and relax.

She made her way to the upstairs bathroom; it was huge, with a chaise lounge that she sank down on. She’d only just shut her eyes for a moment or two when she heard the door open and close behind her. She stood quickly, startled by the intrusion and turned to see him standing there, with the same ravenous look he’d had downstairs.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll go…” she stammered, “I didn’t, I can’t…

She was trying to pretend she didn’t know he’d come for her and she was failing miserably. She babbled on in spite of knowing it was pointless. He crossed the room with a couple strides and wrapped his arm around her, spinning to face the large mirror on the wall.

“Look at that. That is a woman in more desperate need than I think I’ve ever seen.”

His other hand reached up, snaking around her body and cupping her breast through her blouse. She shook her head and began stammering again about how this was something she couldn’t do.

He tightened his arm around her neck and starred into the mirror, holding her still so she was forced to meet his gaze.

“We both know what you want. You could barely sit still at the table and all I did was look at you. So, you can either continue babbling stupidly about what you can’t do or you can shut up, bend over and pull your panties down so I can fuck you.”

He removed his hands from her and took a step back, waiting for her to do as instructed. She stared at him, holding her breath and afraid to exhale. The look on his face said he expected she would shut up and do as she was told.

She desperately wanted to prove him wrong. But she’d felt his hard cock pressed against her ass just now and all she wanted in this moment was that cock buried deep inside her. He was right of course. She was in desperate need of a good hard fuck.

And so, she lifted her skirt above her hips and awkwardly tugged her panties down to her ankles. As she bent over, he stepped forward, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out in one swift motion. He pressed up against her hard, knocking her off balance and forcing her to brace herself against the lounger in front of her.

As he lewdly rubbed his cock against her ass he hoarsely commanded “spread your legs.”

He leaned against her as he continued rubbing his cock against her lips. His hands groped her, tugging her blouse and pulling lose the buttons.

He entered her roughly, forcing his bulging cock deeply into her pussy as he pulled her back against him. He yanked at her bra, tugging it downward until her tits spilled over the cups. With one hand, he again cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. With the other hand, he grabbed a fist full of her long, blonde hair and held her head up with it, making her watch as he began thrusting into her. He teasted her pussy with maddeningly slow, deep thrusts at first, pounding into her hard and then pausing. He watched her face as she took his cock.

“Eyes open,” he barked. “I want you to see what a dirty slut looks like when she gets fucked.”

She moaned loudly as he said this and she forced herself to watch the show in the mirror. He started thrusting faster, burying his cock to the hilt each and every time while he groped and tugged at her rock hard nipples.

The panting and thrusting quickly turned to grunting as he pounded harder. Her thighs were slick and wet and she began whimpering as the urge to come grew.

Suddenly, he stopped short, holding his cock just at the entrance to her pussy. She whined loudly, pushing her hips back involuntarily as she tried to take his cock inside her.

“What is it you want slut?” he asked in an impossibly calm voice.

“I want to come,” she whined and tried to push him back inside again.

He gripped her hair tighter and tugged her head back, all the while keeping his cock right up against her pussy without entering her.

“Is that how you ask nicely?” he teased in a scolding tone.

“Please, may I come?” she groaned rather loudly.

“Good girl,” he purred as he sank his cock into her again, resuming his fast, punishing rhythm from before. Ruthlessly he continued to hold her head up, making her watch as he fucked her hard. Only as she was starting to come, losing control as she whimpered and thrust her hips wildly against his did he release her hair. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into them as he abandoned any control he had and exploded inside her….never slowing down as he emptied himself into her with a guttural moan.

They sank, exhausted, onto the lounger in front of them, panting and trying to catch their breath. There was a knock at the door just as they’d quieted down. It was Ann. She didn’t walk in, but said through the door that dessert was ready, if they were at all interested.

He looked at her with a grin as he enjoyed the horrified look on her face.

Ann knew?!

Bright pink crept into her cheeks as she tried clumsily to put herself back together, realizing with horror that she would have to return to the group downstairs. Slowly, he stood and zipped his pants and then reached for her shoulders and once again faced her towards the mirror.

“Relax. Anyone who looks at you now will simply see a gorgeous, satisfied woman. Let’s go enjoy our 2nd helping of dessert, shall we?”

He punctuated this comment by turning her to face him and kissing her softly on the lips. He reached down and undid one of the buttons on her blouse, exposing her blushed cleavage just a little more than she was comfortable with. Then he took her hand and led her back to the dinner party.

Her eyes met her friend’s as they walked into the dinning room and she remembered a vague promise that leaving the house tonight would be worth the effort. She realized that her mischievous friend had orchestrated this whole thing. Few others seem to even take notice of their return, but enough did, with knowing smiles that she felt justified in imagining just how she was going to exact revenge (or was it repay the favor?) upon her friend for her devious little plans.