The Intimate Dinner Party

After much nervous laughter, we eventually agreed. Susan insisted that each person around the table publicly states that they agree. We all did.

“OK,” said Susan, “My condition is this.” And with that she looked at me. “Darling Didi here has to prepare Ben for my pussy by getting him hard and then lubricating him by sucking his cock!”

“No way,” I exclaimed. “Yes sweetie, you will. You agreed with the condition.” I looked at Ben. He was smiling. He liked the idea. I protested and said ‘no’, but everyone was cheering and laughing and insisting that I follow through on the commitment we all made.

Resigned to my fate, I pushed my chair back and got up. As I walked towards Ben, Susan got onto the table, pulled her blouse off, slipped her skirt down and kicked it onto the floor. There she sat on the table only in her turquoise g-string, suspenders, stockings and high heels. She started playing with her clitty by rubbing the front of her panties with her flat hand. “Come on baby, don’t let Ben wait for you. Get to work on him,” Susan laughed.

Ben was wearing nothing but his jockey underpants and I was also only in my lingerie, stockings and stilettos. I moved to him and he took me in his arms and started kissing me. I responded. As I was wearing a waist-cincher with no bra, my breasts and nipples were uncovered. Ben moved his mouth to my breasts and sucked my nipples. My clitty instantly stirred in my panties and started stiffening. Sooooo embarrassing to have everyone see how sexually arousing it was to have my nipples sucked. Ben took my hand and moved it to his crotch. I felt his hard penis through his underpants. Then my fingers started rubbing him. And then, without even giving it a thought, I put my hand into his underpants and took his cock in my hand. It felt fantastic. Involuntarily I let out a moan.

“On the table, on the table,” the rest of the guests started chanting.