1. The Party - Part 1


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Jaydenton, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    the approaching girl. The girl came up to our table and spoke to us, “Hi girls, looks like you’re enjoying the show, mind if I join you? I’ve got a short break while Misty is on, maybe you’d like a lap dance? I’m Amanda by the way. Ooooh, nice cock,” she said, as she glanced across the table and saw it still fully erect in Jamie’s hand. “You’d better not let Steve the manager see it though, he doesn’t like the punters getting their bits out. He reckons this is a high class joint, he he he. It is a nice cock though and believe me I’ve seen a few, despite his rules.” Dave blushed once again, his face turning a bright crimson colour as he stuffed his cock back in his fly. “Sorry Amanda,” Amelia said, “Poor Dave got a bit carried away and we thought we’d better help him out.” “No worries,” she replied. “It happens all the time. I just wouldn’t like to see you get chucked out so early in the evening. You’d be surprised at just how much cum ends up splashed all over these tablecloths every night. The cleaners are always complaining,” she replied as she continued to laugh. The music reached a crescendo as Misty hung upside down on the pole, smiling at the audience. “Ah that’s my cue, ten minutes before I get back to work, nice meeting you all.” “Hold on Amanda, will you do a dance for us as you’re here?” asked Amelia. “Sure, why not, I’d love to dance for you ladies...Who gets the dance?” “Can you do it for all of us, if that’s okay?” Amelia replied. “Dave, cash please.” Dave ...
    reached into his inside jacket pocket and extracted a twenty pound note. “Is that enough?” he asked. “Well it’s a start. If you like it when I’ve finished, you can always give me a bit more. Tell you what; I’ll do my version of a table dance, okay?” We all looked on expectantly as she shrugged off the shoulder straps of her dress and climbed on the table. Dave couldn’t control himself as her tits came into view. “Wow, nice tits, are they real?” he asked. Amelia elbowed him in the ribs again. “Ooooh, you’re a cheeky one. Yep, they’re all mine. Hand reared from the age of twelve,” she replied with a big smile. Amelia glared at her husband’s crass comment. “Well we were all wondering, someone had to ask,” he replied sheepishly. Chapter Three The cab pulled up outside the house at exactly 10:30 pm. It was a lovely old detached house with ivy growing up the walls. A house typical of those built in the thirties, on a small exclusive estate on the edge of the town. The lights were lit either side of the door and it seemed that every window showed a light through the heavily draped windows. Dave rang the bell and the door was quickly opened. The host Ray, opened the door wide and ushered us in. He kissed each of us warmly and welcomed us back to the house (this was the house we'd been to back in March for our first party). He led us through to the huge modern kitchen to meet the rest of the early arrivals. As I looked around the kitchen, I saw a couple of familiar faces. One of the ...
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