(M+F+, exhib, oral, anal, ws, humil, beast)
by Art Martin
Bert arranges a chance for Kirby to buy a coveted piece of real estate by inviting him to a raunchy hedonist's Christmas party...
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My blues lasted for a day or two. Nothing like getting back into the swing of things with my business to get my mind off young pussy. Actually it didn't get my mind off Bunny. That girl now had a permanent spot in my psyche. Damn, she was one fine specimen of God's Creation. I know it was terrible of me, but I wanted her to flunk out of school so bad. Thoughts of soon possessing her kept my spirits up.
Fortunately I was saved from insanity by a distraction. My attorney, Bert Jones called and said he had something important to discuss with me. I asked him what it was about and he told me that it concerned a certain piece of property that I had been trying to buy for some time without success. Now, Bert wasn't actually handling this for me, but I had discussed it with him. Seems the vacant lot was part of a greater real estate holding which had been tied up in a bankruptcy. The site in question would be a perfect location for my next development. I didn't need, nor could I afford all the property that my coveted tract was part of, so I had to sit and wait. Until now.
Freda greeted me at the reception desk and buzzed Bert that I was there. Ten minutes later, I was shown into Bert's office.
"Kirby! How are you hanging, you old stud?"
"I'm fine Bert. How about you?"
"Couldn't be better. Spent Thanksgiving at Bare Comfort with the ladies. Too bad you weren't with us."
"I took the boys skiing," I replied without mentioning the girls. There are some things that your attorney didn't need to know and that was one of them.
"Too fucking cold!" he declared. “I prefer warm pussy, myself.”
With the pleasantries completed, Bert got down to business. "What I asked you here for was to invite you to a Christmas party."
"I thought you had some lead on that lot I've been after."
"Oh, I do, I do. That's why you need to go to this party this Saturday."
"I don't follow you, Bert."
He pressed the intercom button and told Freda to send Jan in. I naturally assumed that Jan had some files he needed, but I was wrong.
"Ah, Jan! You know, Kirby."
"Yes, Bert, I know Kirby," replied my ex with a hint of irritation.
"Of course you do. But, did you know that he was now one of my special clients?"
"No."
"Well, you do know what I expect for my special clients."
Jan took on an unmistakable look of angst. "Bert, please!"
"Now, now, I want a hood ornament while we discuss business." A hood ornament?
"Bert..."
"Oh, stop with the complaining! Just get naked and get your ass up on my desk! Now!"
Looking rather distraught, Jan peeled off her slinky blue dress. Standing in her panties, bra and high heels she looked for a little mercy, but she only received Bert's glare and Bert's stern warning, "You want to be spanked? Maybe you want Kirby to spank you. I bet he'd like to blister your ass!" Zip, the bra was off. Zip, she was stepping out of her thong panties. Without further prompting she was on her back on top of Bert's desk, her face flushed bright red, naked except for the slut slippers.
"Now, for our business," Bert told me across my ex-wife's naked body. "Like I said, you're invited to a Christmas party this Saturday. It's going to be a swinger party, where you can park your dick in any hole you like. Of course you don't have a direct invitation, as our host hasn't a clue who you are, Kirby, so you will be Jan's date. " To emphasize the point, he patted Jan's naked tit, making it jiggle.
He gripped her nipple, pulled it up tight, let it snap back into place and continued, "Now, my client has regained clear title to that property you've been wanting. I'm reasonably confident that he will sell it to you as a friend for a fair market price. Of course, he will need to get to know you before he considers you a friend, but that's what the party is all about, or at least for you it is. We'll pick you at eight Saturday. It's going to be a Christmas themed costume party and the costumes will be provided by our host. One other thing, don't overdress for the ride over and don't bring any valuables that some asshole might pilfer. Any questions?"
"How much is this going to cost me?" I asked warily.
"Well, seeing that you're practically family, Kirby... In exchange for making the introductions, you agree to join me, Freda and Jan in St. Martin."
Damn! There goes a week with Bunny, naked 24 - 7. Well, I needed, or rather I really wanted that tract of land, but did I really want to spend an entire week with Jan?
"You don't have to give me your answer today, Kirby," Bert continued. "Tomorrow morning will do just fine. Now enough of business. Would you like a scotch, Kirby?"
Without waiting for my reply, he rose, went to his office bar and fixed two on the rocks. Handing me my glass of single malt whiskey, he offered a toast. "To pussy and cunts... the best things in the world."
We drank and then he ordered Jan, "Play with yourself, darling. Get yourself all nice a juicy for us."
By this time I really wasn't surprised when she started pulling on a nipple with one hand while the other went to rub and diddle her crotch. All in all, it was quite a show. What a slut!
Even the nipple she wasn't playing with was standing up straight as she humped up into the imaginary lover who was mounting her. The way she was squirming I knew that she was close.
Suddenly Bert tells her, "Stop!" She had the most pleading look on her face as she lay there panting. "Kirby will get the chance to fuck you on Saturday," he said as his free hand roamed over her tits.
Damn him! Here he had us both raring to fornicate and he cuts us both off. His hand went to his belt and... "If you will excuse me, Kirby..." Zip, his fly was down and his suit trousers where puddled about his ankles.
Down went his drawers and a moment later, I was out in the reception room with this huge leaking hard-on. Through the now closed office door I heard her cry out, "Yes! Yes! Oh, god, yes, fuck me you bastard!" Freda just smiled at me and then answered the phone. There really wasn't anything else to do, but to go home and consider his offer of assistance. Fucking lawyers!
Bert was right on time picking me up on Saturday night. I knew before I ever left his office that I would go to the party with them and I would go to St. Martin with them. In a way it was a relief. First I had a shot of securing that location I wanted and second, I didn't have to troll the gutters for a slut to accompany me on my all time dream vacation. Of course seeing that I would be with my ex-wife put considerable tarnish on that dream. But hey, business first.
Bert wasn't kidding when he said to dress casually for the ride over. He wore a faded sleeveless t-shirt with the Tampa Buccaneers logo on the front and "GO BUCS" on the back. His shorts weren't much better, just a pair of running shorts. His ensemble was completed with a pair of flip flops. Not exactly what you would expect a lawyer to wear to his client's Christmas party. Both Freda and Jan were dressed in wrap around sarongs of the sort that they might wear over a bikini, except it was evident they didn't wear bikinis under the see-through garments. Me, I was positively overdressed in khaki slacks, deck shoes and a decent polo shirt. I followed Bert's advice and left my Rolex at home, as well as my wallet.
After a thirty minute drive across town, we passed through the guarded gate of a large estate fronting Tampa Bay. Men in suits directed us where to park. Well before we reached the front door, we were stopped by a couple of thuggish looking brutes in pin stripe suits. One of the guys I thought I recognized as a long retired lineman for the Buccaneers. Having matched Bert's invitations with the guest list we were permitted to pass. Another brutish looking fellow opened the door and let us enter the house.
Immediately we were greeted by a buxom blonde who was wearing foam-rubber antlers and a belly chain with three bells dangling on either side of her hips. That's it, nothing more other than the nipple rings and a few toe rings. She directed the ladies to a room where they were to don their "reindeer" costumes, while we were directed to another room where, once our clothes had been discarded, we were given little green hats and a leather belt with a pouch containing condoms and a small bottle of lube.
Dressed in our costumes, we joined the other reindeer and elves. I was by now growing used to total nudity in social situations, but the addition of just a little ornamentation added greatly to the eroticism. Unlike at Bare Comforts, men sporting a hard-on weren't disparaged, indeed it was more likely to attract a public blowjob, as I soon discovered. I'm with Jan, Freda and Bert one moment, the next moment some reindeer is tooting my horn. Bert had warned me, so this really wasn't a surprise, but the suddenness of it without personal interaction, just a hard dick and a pair of lips was surprising.
She didn't suck me to completion, just a quick one minute drill and she was gone. A few minutes later, another pair of lips. What a great party! Wasn't long after that I almost stumbled over an elf and a reindeer fucking on a rug, the reindeer's jingle bells jiggling all the way.
There was music. Bing Crosby crooning seemed a bit out of place, but hey, it was a Christmas party. There was quite a bit of chatter going on too as folks interacted with each other with something other than their genitals. But, the most pervasive sound was the jingling of reindeer bells.
I made it over to a bar where I helped myself to the holiday punchbowl filled with some sort of fruit juice based rum potion that was actually quite tasty. I was standing near the punch bowl, taking in the elves and reindeer at play when an elf approached me. "Hi, I'm Cory," he greeted. I reached out my hand to shake his while he reached out and took my dick in his hand.
"Wanna play?" he asked.
"Uh, I'm here with my wife," I blurted out.
"So am I. Want to do it?"
He wasn't specific what "it" was, but I needed no clarification. "Uh, no thanks, pal. I'm straight," I answered as I stepped back and freed my cock.
"That's too bad. Maybe later in the evening once you've warmed up a little."
"Yeah, maybe."
I spotted Bert and made my escape.
"That guy wanted to mess around with me," I confided in my friend and ally.
"If you want to mess around with him, go ahead," Bert replied with a straight face.
"No!"
"What's your problem, Kirby? You went down on me a few weeks ago."
"I was drunk!" I protested, mortified that he had brought it up.
"So get drunk... Look, I told you, this is a stick-your-dick-in-whatever-hole-you-want kind of party. You're here, voluntarily and there's going to be guys here who will want to do that with you. Get over it, but if you don't want a cock up your ass, I suggest you find some pussy."
That was good advice, so I spied a free babe and headed her way. But before I got there someone else beat me to her. I quickly spied another, but couldn't get to her quick enough either. The cool hand in my butt crack made me jump. I turned, expecting the worse, but there was this petite woman, no more than 5 foot one. She took my cock in hand and led me away to the promised land.
I hate using a rubber, but the rules were to use a rubber, which was sensible. I had plenty in my pouch, so I extracted one and tore the foil packet open. She took it from me and rolled it over my ready member.
"Can I be on top?" she asked.
Sure, why not? I lay upon one the many gym mats thoughtfully and generously deployed about the party area. She straddled me, took my cock in her hand, aimed it and sank down on it. Oh, yeah! It was a great party!
She proved to have a pussy that was as talented as Bunny's. I didn't fuck her, she fucked me. For the first few minutes she rode me, milking me with her incredible vaginal control while her jingles jangled, then it was roll around and have a good time. I saw no good reason to conserve myself and fucked her until I spilled my seed in the end of the condom.
We decoupled and she thanked me for a great fuck. She pulled the condom off and slurps up my semen covered cock between her lips. I thought that she might be trying to get me up again, but once my cock was clean, she let it go, popped up and disappeared into the crowd. I saw her a few minutes later, her bells ringing while she enthusiastically fucked some other elf.
The strains of "Here Comes Santa Claus" filled the room and there was a general hub-hub among the reindeer, with a jingling of bells as they jiggled their hips in anticipation of the jolly old elf's appearance at his own party. Several lackey elves (go-fers wearing BDSM leather harnesses) hauled in a platform upon which Santa's chair was perched. The lackey elves placed the platform and chair more or less in the middle room and then scurried away to deliver more libations and snacks for the ravenous guests.
A cheer went up and there he was, strutting into the room, a white haired and bearded fellow, short and somewhat over weight, wearing his famous red hat trimmed with faux baby seal fur and a red vest similarly trimmed in white fur. It being a warm December night in South Florida, he wore nothing else.
The crowd parted and suddenly I had a front row seat (except I was standing) to the grand procession which included a very hot looking Mr. Claus, dressed in hat, vest, an extremely short skirt and a see-through pair of stripper platform heels, followed by a few lackey elves hauling Santa's bags of goodies. Besides the fact that this set of lackey elves were actually dwarfs, what struck me the most was that Santa had a hard-on. Now, men having hard-ons is not that rare and I had observed numerous such erections since arriving earlier in the evening , but how many men strut about with their stiffie leading the way? Again, not unheard of, yet...
Santa bellowed out the requisite, "Ho, ho, ho!", mounted the platform and took up his position in his chair. Mrs. Claus wasted no time in producing the list of all the good boys and girls in attendance, except there were only girls on this list. She showed Santa the list and he bellowed out a name. The named little reindeer pranced up onto the platform. She sat in his lap, he copped a feel and they whispered to each other, then she slid off his lap. Kneeling between his legs, she took his prodigious member into her mouth and proceeded to give him a blowjob. She only sucked him for maybe thirty seconds, crawled onto him, took his cock in her cunt and proceeded to bounce on his hard prick. The jiggling of her bells lasted only thirty seconds or so and she dismounted. Santa reached into a sack and produced a brightly colored dildo and gave it to the smiling reindeer who quickly scurried off with her prize.
Mrs. Claus cleaned his cock with her mouth. Santa bellowed out another name and another happy reindeer bounded up to him. This one got fucked doggie style, the impacts into her fine rump setting off the jiggling of her bells. This too was a short quick fuck. Santa rose, stepped back and sat in his chair. With a flick of his hand, a dwarf elf was dispatched to wallow his face in her crotch for a few seconds. Having proved that she was a very good reindeer, she too was handed her gift from Santa, her very own butt plug which the dwarf elf inserted with a flourish.
This sort of thing went on name after name, after name. A quick fuck from Santa, maybe a blowjob, maybe some dwarf action and always a gift at the end. After about the fifth reindeer it struck me that Santa still had his erection and appeared to have no trouble maintaining it. At first I was jealous of the older man's phenomenal staying power, but after two more reindeer had serviced him, my curiosity was up.
"Hey, Bert. How does that guy do it?" I asked my attorney and ticket to this raunchy spectacle.
"That's Carlos," Bert replied as if that explained anything. "He's our host." I already had figured that out.
"I mean he's done nearly ten women and he's still hard as a rock."
"Oh, that. He had his prostate removed a few years ago and it left him impotent and incontinent. He loves pussy too much to let that stand, so he underwent the knife and had a penile implant. From what I understand, they replaced his erectile tissue with a inflatable prosthesis while keeping all the surface blood vessels and nerves. He has this reservoir filled with salt water and when he wants an erection, he reaches under his left ball and pumps it up. He can keep it up for hours, days, as long as he wants and never go soft. The girls love it. Then, when he has to take a leak, he reaches under his right ball, presses, opens a valve and pisses. Damned remarkable if you ask me. Of course he can't have an orgasm, but what the hell?"
Bert looked at me and added, "Kirby, your mouth is hanging open."
After Santa called a few more names, I heard Jan's name. This I had to see. I made my way to the front and watched as Jan took up position on all fours. Santa strode up behind her and a lackey elf coated his cock with lube. Taking up position, he gripped her hips firmly, and punched forward. Jan's eyes flew open as she was abruptly anally penetrated. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, went her bells as Santa took her, Suddenly he stopped the demanding thrusting and held steady with his bionic cock planted deep in her gut. He nodded to a dwarf lackey elf who dashed up to him and reached under his balls to the right.
Jan's eyes spoke of the humiliation she was now subjected to. She struggled to get free, but Santa held her firmly on his cock as she struggled to get free. Guest elves and reindeer were laughing it up at Jan's expense. Then I got it. He was pissing into her bowels. But, he was using a condom wasn't he?
"I'm going to pull out, honey," Santa said to my ex. "Be ready to hold it in and then run to the bathroom."
He let her go and pulled out simultaneously. Jan bolted up and made for the nearest toilet in a shuffling gait to keep things under control while the crowd roared in amusement. A quick check of Santa's equipment confirmed that he hadn't used a condom... he simply had used her as his toilet.
I then realized that he hadn't used a condom with any of the girls. Later I learned that everyone at the party had checked out STD's free within a week of the party. Everyone but me? Then I remembered that Freda had showed up at my house the very night I had been invited to take Jan to the party. She had some papers from Bert, but that was just an excuse to get me to drop my pants for her so that she could take a sample of my emissions back to Bert for clearance. And she said it was to relieve me of blue balls!
Poor Jan. But, I couldn't feel too sorry for her. She's the one who wanted the divorce, so she could have fun. Having fun, Jan? Stupid cunt.
It was several long minutes before a very unhappy reindeer reappeared from the bathroom. She came directly to Bert and said, "I want to go. Right now."
"You didn't get your present from Santa," he replied.
"I don't want his stupid present," she shot back.
"You're going to go up there and get your present," he answered firmly. "You wanted to play reindeer games, so go get your present. Carlos is a very import client and you're not going to muck things up for me."
"Do I have to?" she whined.
"Yes, now get your ass up there before Carlos uses you with one of his dogs.
"Look, I'll go with you. Okay?" he offered.
Bert led Jan back to Santa who was busy doing yet another girl. Bert politely waited until the latest reindeer had her new dildo in her hands and was skipping off the platform.
"Uh, Santa," Bert said as Santa sat having his cock cleaned. "This is Jan, the reindeer..."
"Oh, yes! Yes, my dear. Nice ass," he commented as his hands stroked her bare butt. "You were such a good sport," he continued, "that I have something very special for you."
He turned to his cock-sucking assistant and whispered to her. While Mrs. Claus was digging around for Jan's special gift, Santa pulled Jan onto his lap and fastened his lips onto a nipple, leaving a hickie in the process.
Releasing her tit, he reached behind Jan, took the gift retrieved by Mrs. Claus and presented a rubber enema bag to Jan. As she stared at it in disbelief, the elves and reindeer who gathered about to watch Santa as he plundered every single female invited to his party, broke out in uproarious laughter. Poor Jan, she was beet red and distraught, looking as if she might breakdown and cry.
"You don't like Santa's gift?" Santa asked. "Look inside my dear. Look inside."
I don't think she even heard him as Bert took the enema bag from her, opened the top, turned it upside down and shook something out of it and into Jan's lap.
For a moment Jan stared down at the glittering object. Gingerly she picked it up and held it for inspection. "Ooooo," murmured the voyeur elves and reindeer.
"Oh, my god!" blurted Jan once she realized it was a diamond tennis bracelet. Her attitude radically changed, giving Santa a big kiss.
"Why don't you show me your appreciation by sucking my cock," he said with a jolly laugh.
Jan gave the man what he wanted and sucked his ever-erect cock to the approval of everyone. Everyone but me. One minute she's all insulted for being treated like a whore, the next she's eagerly proving just what total whore she is. I could only shake my head at the behavior of the mother of my children. This was definitely a different woman than the one I had married and once cherished.
"Now, don't be greedy," he said pushing her off, "and play nice. There are other reindeer waiting to sample Santa's magic prick."
I walked away in disgust. Not at Santa or his guests, but at myself for feeling sorry for Jan. "Fucking whore," I muttered. "Dirty fucking whore."
Now it was my turn to want to leave, but Bert told me to, "Buck it up, Kirby. You haven't met Carlos yet." Well, that was the whole point of me being there, to meet Carlos, befriend him and buy the coveted lot from him, so I hit the punch bowl again.
It really wasn't too much longer before Carlos, or rather Santa, had fucked every woman in the place. It's a wonder he hadn't rubbed the skin off his prick! It was now Mrs. Claus' turn. Of course Mrs. Claus wasn't Mrs. Carlos and in addition to assisting Santa, she had been hired to entertain the guests.
Santa sat on his throne and waved his hand towards a couple of lackey elves. They disappeared as Mrs. Claus put on display of mauling her silicon tits while discarding the vest and skirt of her costume, retaining only her red hat and her extremely high heeled clear plastic slut shoes.
The crowd parted and lackey elves returned. "Oh, my god," I muttered as the huge slobbering beast came into the view. The big ugly dog mounted the stage and looked about for something or someone to eat. He found what he smelled and buried his nose in the entertainer's crotch, the big drooling tongue lashing out and lapping the woman's cunt who was now theatrically swooning. As he licked her pussy, his red and black blotched nasty doggie dick made its appearance. I'd heard about shit like this, but...
The more he licked the more excited he became. He circled around to her back and stood on his hind legs, his big padded feet easily over the woman's shoulder. With practiced ease, she sank down on her hands and knees, the dog already mounted. There was silence in the room as the dog fucked her with machine gun motion; silence except for her phony moaning and groaning. Still, she was probably enjoying it. Apparently they had done this sort of thing before. In a minute or two, he was knotted to her, filling her slutty cunt with his doggie slime, her back soaked with his drool. Fucking unbelievable!
With the vulgar show over, Santa moved to mingle with his guests while the woman and her dog disappeared. Bert dragged me over to meet him. "Carlos, this is my good buddy, Kirby. He's the one interested in that little plot of land..."
"Oh, yes, Kirby," he greeted as he stuck out his hand. I offered mine, but missed the mark as his hand went straight to my cock. "Nice cock," he complimented as he fondled me. What to do? What to do? To add insult to injury, I got hard with him molesting me. What to do? I was too drunk to do anything, so I did nothing, letting him play with me while he chatted with Bert and me.
Fortunately, he didn't chat very long and moved on to another guest. Just as he let go of my dick he said, "We're going to have to get together sometime and get to know each other better." I had a pretty good idea that I really didn't want to get know him like he wanted to get to know me.
With the introduction made, I was ready to get the hell out of there. Bert was surprisingly agreeable. What a party!
To be continued...
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