Subject: Passion Party (F-solo, MF, incest, exhib, toys)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: November 1, 2008
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Summary:
It’s been several months since I last wrote a diary entry. A lot has happened
since then and I debated whether I would ever write again. Then came the events
in this story and I just had to share it with my friends. It’s the first I’ve
written regarding my new job as well, and hopefully not the last!
Disclaimer: I’ve always said that my diary is not a reflection of my every day
life, but rather more like a “highlights reel”. That is especially
true with regards to this story. The reason I wrote about it is
because it was something unique, NOT because it was something that
typically happens. I do a lot of parties and this was the only one
where this type of thing happened as a result.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Working Girl
Chapter 2 – Morning Masturbation Time
Chapter 3 – Modeling at the Party
Chapter 1 - Working Girl
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Something I guess different about is that when I was growing up, unlike most of
my friends I never had a "regular" job working in the mall or anything like
that. Instead, I was the neighborhood babysitter, even through college. The
pay was great and I enjoyed it for the most part. Sometimes I helped at my
dad's office but I don't think that really counted as "work".
In college, I was lucky to have parents who could pay my private tuition and
expenses so I was never forced to work. I DID do a brief stint of escorting and
bachelor parties, but they were more due to address my sexual frustrations
created by attending a school where sex was forbidden than to earn money. Those
"jobs" didn't last long anyway as I quickly learned the dangers of such
“careers”. I was fortunate to get more of a scare than actually harmed, but I
still learned a lesson.
After school I planned to be a teacher but when the job market was too tight, I
tried an office job but quickly learned that wasn't for me and ended up
escorting again. THIS time, however, I went to work for a professional agency
which did NOT allow have sex with clients. I just flirted and let them grope
them a bit but nothing more than that.
Finally I secured a teaching position which was thrilling after preparing for it
for so many years. Unfortunately, I was forced to resign for reasons which I
will not explain here. All I can say is that I won't be teaching for a few
years unless a certain principal has a heart attack before then!
Losing my teaching job sort of threw me off balance, to say the least. All my
previous "jobs" were simply something to get me by until I got my teaching
credentials and started my teaching career. Thus I really had no "backup plan"
if something should happen where I couldn't teach.
So here I was, 23, unemployed, and no marketable skills (at least as they are
traditionally defined). I had to do SOMETHING so I turned to the one “skill”
that I have – turning on men. This time was different though. I wasn’t looking
for something to just get by, I needed a more long-term solution. My cousin
offered to get me in with her agency but I am not THAT desperate to where I
would whore myself out. I’ve always said I’m proud to be a slut but I am NOT a
whore.
After a lot of thought and debate, rather than returning to escorting where I
had to deal with a single client in a one-on-one basis, I decided to pursue the
things I’ve enjoyed the most - parties. From the start I knew I wasn't about to
get involved in the type of parties my whore of a cousin Kristi does. Those
type of situations can be fun as a one-time 'experience", but it wasn't anything
I wanted to do on a steady basis. You might say I was willing to be in “R” or
“TV-MA” rated situations but not “XXX”.
With my goals established, I started by looking around for people doing adult-
style parties and asking if they needed someone to help. For example, there are
a number of quite legitimate sex-toy distributors that do home parties, sort of
adult Tupperware parties where your typical ‘soccer moms” have the opportunity
to feel a little naughty in a safe environment.
What I learned was that there is quite a demand for "models" at these parties.
In addition, people who organize “adult” parties, such as risqué birthday
parties, off-site office parties, bachelor parties, etc., are also always
looking for girls. The problem they face is most girls who are willing to do
such parties are worn-out prostitutes – and look the part. What they need are
reliable girls with that "girl-next-door" look who won’t intimidate their
clients while being comfortable in a more personal environment than your typical
strip club.
Over a year ago I met “Wanda” (I know, I don’t believe it’s her real name
either) at a party. What I remembered the most about her was that she sold
lingerie and toys – and was quite pushy about it. She had been trying to get me
to try some of the oddest shaped dildos one night. Some were really weird and
in the end I just had to tell her I wasn’t interested! After all, at a party
where the real thing is readily available, why bother with something fake?
Now things were different so when it came time to start making contacts, I
called my cousin, got her number and gave Wanda a call. My timing was perfect
as Wanda’s regular girl had just quit and she had some parties coming up for
which she needed someone badly.
The first thing Wanda did was refer me to a website for the company she
represented – Passion Parties. Reading it over, I was pleased to find it was a
“legitimate” company that catered strictly to women over eighteen years old – no
men. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself when they mentioned that they had
tried doing “couples” parties but decided to stick with their “women-only”
policy. I could only imagine what had happened at such parties with guys there
as well.
The next day we got together for lunch where she told me all about what she did
and the attributes she was looking for in a model. Wanda must have been around
35 to 40, not bad looking but a little past her prime. Watching us sitting
together at TGI Friday, you never would’ve guessed what was the subject of our
conversation. Most likely, people would have thought us as being just two women
out for a typical lunch together. A couple of times the waiter stopped by
without us noticing and I imagine he must have been curious.
Give my past experience as an escort and stripper, Wanda didn’t think I needed a
“rehearsal” or anything, something that made me feel even more comfortable when
considering whether or not I wanted to work for her. Deep down I guess that I
sort of suspected she might be using this as a front to find younger girls to
have sex with. In fact, had she invited me over to “sample” the merchandise or
“practice”, I would have probably turned her down and walked away. My goal was
to find work, not a sex partner.
As we finished out lunch, we both seemed to have reached the same conclusion
about the other and agreed to give things a try. Wanda had a party scheduled
for the upcoming weekend and said she would e-mail me the directions and time.
She asked that I show up about a half-hour before the party started to do makeup
and ensure any lines from my clothing had time to disappear – something I hadn't
considered. With that, we shared a brief hug and went our separate ways.
With a couple of days to kill before the first party, it gave me plenty of time
to contemplate about what I was getting myself into. Wanda had told me the
upcoming party would be simply a bunch of your typical neighborhood “soccer
moms”, generally in their later twenties and thirties, who would be most likely
more intimidated than turned-on by the party, especially at the start. Most
likely their previous parties had been for Tupperware or some makeup line and
this would be the first “naughty” party most, if not all, of them had ever
attended.
If anything, Wanda warned me that my job was to NOT be overly sexy but instead
to make them feel comfortable enough to buy something instead of just sitting
there with wide eyes and open mouths, too embarrassed to pull out their purses.
I found it interesting that the LAST thing Wanda said she was looking for from
me was a sex show. She reminded me this was NOT a bachelor party, (or rather
bachelorette party given the attendees), but rather a legitimate sales party on
which most of her income depended.
Despite all that Wanda had told me, the was no getting around the fact that I
would be parading around in front of a roomful of women in outfits that left
very little, if anything, to the imagination. I’d looked at the web site
already where I checked out the wide collection of lingerie as well as an
interesting selection of adult toys and accessories. Wanda had left me with a
catalog and I felt a little tingle between my thighs as I looked at some of the
sexy lingerie and imagined wearing it while a group of moms and wives checked me
out.
So many questions started to run through my head. Would they be jealous of me?
Odds were at 23, I probably wouldn't be that much younger than some of them.
Would any of them be turned on, maybe get a little horny even? How there be any
closet lesbian or bi girls and if so, would they reveal themselves in front of
their friends and neighbors? Wanda mentioned that wine was usually served which
helped to get things going by the end of the party, just in time for them to
break out their checkbooks!
What really stirred my imagination the most was the fact that I’d never done
anything like this before. Whenever I had danced in front of a group at a party
in the past, it was in front of men and my clothes inevitably came off.
Something or another sexual happened, even if nothing more than a hand-job or
perhaps a blowjob. Indeed, that was a large factor in why I did them in the
first place – to satisfy my own needs and frustrations more so than make money.
It was a little ironic that now that I wanted to do it more for money, I was
looking at a situation where I would NOT be engaged in sex! Even so, while
Wanda had told me to tone down the sexual aspect, but would I be able to control
myself once things got started?
Chapter 2 – Morning Masturbation Time
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Saturday morning arrived before I knew it and I woke up to the dead silence of
my apartment. Not even the furnace fan was running and if not for the
occasional sound of a car outside in the parking lot, it was like I was isolated
from the world. Twisting over onto my back, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and
stretched my legs out, pointing my toes toward the end of the bed while my arms
reached for the ceiling far above me. Despite the cold weather, my covers had
been tossed off during the night as usual, and I felt little goose bumps rise on
my exposed skin as I tried to rouse myself.
Lowering my arms, my hands instinctively fell to my boobs. I cupped myself, one
boob in each hand, as my fingers tightened and lightly massaged them. The
nipples were already somewhat erect from the cold and I let them slid between my
fingers, sending a slight tingle through me. My thighs pressed together tightly
in reaction to signals from my pussy that it wanted attention and my hands
tightened more on my breasts. My pussy wasn’t taking no for an answer so I let
my right hand works it’s way slowly downward, the fingertips tracing lightly
over my bare stomach, causing me to jerk slightly as it tickled me.
Down my hand went until it reached my pussy – which was badly in need of a fresh
shave. It was like running my fingers over my dad’s face in the morning before
he shaved and for just a moment, my rational mind intruded to remind me that I
needed to shave before I left this evening! With the panties and sort of things
I was expecting to be wearing, this was not a time for me to have anything but a
baby-smooth pussy.
My thoughts of shaving quickly disappeared as my clit sent out a little jolt
when my fingertips brushed over it. Damn, I must have been having quite the
erotic dream before waking up as I my pussy was already wet - not that it was
exactly a surprise. As horny as I felt when I woke up, it would have been
shocking NOT to have been soaking wet already.
What is it with mornings anyway? Is it the dreams I have that I don't remember
that leave me feeling like I simply HAVE to have sex from the moment I wake up?
Was it that with my body rested and feeling energized my natural sexuality just
took over and made me horny as hell in the morning? Whatever the medical or
psychological reasoning, mornings have always been my most naturally horny time
of day. Don't get me wrong – it’s not that I don't get horny all the time most
of the rest of the day, it’s just that mornings are like dependable like
clockwork.
With rare exceptions, I can count on it as something that is always going to be
waiting for me when I awake, waiting for me to regain consciousness so I can
provide for the needs of my body. Of course, the BEST was to wake up is with a
guy’s dick already in me, or at least making a best effort, but that wasn't
about to happen when you lived alone in your own apartment.
My finger slid down from my swelling clit, down between my wet pussy lips until
I felt the opening to my pussy. Resisting the temptation to immediately press
my finger inside, I only pushed hard enough to allow just the tip to slip in and
then I quickly pulled it out, repeating the process over and over as if I was
pumping it with my fingertip. At the same time, my palm was pressing down on my
clit while my left hand continued to work on my boobs, pulling on my nipples and
letting them snap back. It wasn’t anything urgent, at least not yet, just slow
and steady movements that barely caused me to stir on the bed.
As I continued to masturbate, my thoughts wandered from one thing to the next,
never lingering for long on any one thought or fantasy in particular. It was
like I was channel surfing with the remote control, switching from one channel
to another, each time showing something totally different. One moment I was
simply concentrating on how good it felt to touch myself, then the next I
imagined my finger was my dad’s hard dick trying to force itself into me, then a
moment later it was my cousin’s tongue teasing my pussy, her ever-present
mischievous grin on her wet face as she looked up at me from between my legs.
A few times I imagined myself at the party I was going to be at later that
night, dancing sensuously in front of a dozen women or so, all them turned on
and touching themselves through their clothes and even under their skirts behind
their white cotton panties. I dreamed that a couple of them even stripped and
got on the table with me, licking me and masturbating next to me while the
others got even more turned on by the erotic display being played out right in
front of them.
Suddenly my finger plunged into my pussy, surprising me as it acted as if it had
a mind of it’s own. As wet and swollen as I was, it slide into me easily and
was soon followed by a second finger. Now I needed both hands between my legs so
my left hand abandoned my breast and assumed the duties of rubbing my clit while
my right hand fucked my pussy. My feet were planted flat on the bed with my
knees bent, allowing me to raise my hips up against my hands, eventually
bouncing as if I was being fucked by one lover after another.
My first orgasm of the day struck as I imagined one of my lovers starting to cum
in me, my fingers pushed hard up inside of me as I imagined they were his stiff
dick as it released it’s load of hot cum deep inside of me. My groan would have
easily been heard all through my hushed apartment as my orgasm began to fill my
body with the most incredible sensations.
How can I really describe an orgasm to a man? It’s like trying to describe a
color to blind man. It’s sort of like the feeling you get when a roller coaster
goes over the top of the hill and begins to plunge downward. That momentary
feeling you get as your car slides over the leak and suddenly drops out from
under you, except in this situation that sensation kept going on and on and on.
Oh god it felt so damn good! My left hand manipulated my clit as only a girl
can do to herself, sustaining me on that razor sharp edge where my orgasm
peaked, yet without driving me so far I would have to scream out as it
overwhelmed me or worse, backing off too far to where it subsided before
completely fulfilling me.
It’s what I love about masturbation, that ability to know exactly what you need
at each instant, to keep yourself cumming and cumming and cumming! Thus as much
as I love to be licked and touched by other people, when it comes to making me
cum, it’s pretty hard to beat my own two hands - if all I want is to feel good
in a purely physical manner. Overall, however, masturbation can never replace
the overall experience of being fucked. It doesn’t matter that no man can make
me cum by touching me as well as I can do it myself, that’s not the point when
you’re having sex with someone. Nothing can make me feel as complete as to be
fucked by a man. It doesn't matter that the physical aspect isn't 100% as the
emotional side of sex is 80% of the experience and thus easily outweighs
anything I may “lose” by having someone else playing with my pussy. To sum it
up, I masturbate to make myself feel good but I need sex to feel fulfilled as a
woman.
After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally was so exhausted I had to stop.
My bare ass crashed to the bed and my feet slipped out in front of me, leaving
me laying in bed with both hands firmly cupped over my pussy, which was
throbbing like a finger that had just been smashed – but with pure bliss instead
of pain. Just the steady pressure of my palm against my crotch was enough to
stimulate me at this point and my legs would periodically jerk involuntarily as
a random bolt of sexual electricity would escape from between my legs.
Exhausted, I was panting, feeling hot and sweaty from my exertions. The
afterglow of my orgasm continued to fill me, keeping my nipples hard and
pointed. I could only imagine how flushed I was, my face and chest most likely
beet red as if I’d just run a marathon. My eyes were shut but I wasn’t about to
fall asleep, not in a million years feeling as I did now. I turned on my side
and wedged my hands even tighter into my warm crotch as my legs curled into a
fetal position. My chest felt like it would be burst as all I could think about
was how badly needed to be fucked!. Oh god, I wanted a stiff dick inside of me
SO bad right at that moment. If my doorbell had rung right then and a guy was
outside, I would have run to the door, thrown it open and all but raped him
right in the hallway where he stood. It didn't matter who it was attached to,
if it was hard and warm, I would have let anyone fuck me at that moment.
Indeed, it was times just like this when I wondered what was keeping me from
letting a guy move in with me. Certainly I had plenty of options available
should I ever lean towards that direction. Imagine how wonderful it would be
right now to have just masturbated while he was sleeping nude next to me and now
that I was as hot and horny as a girl could be, to turn to him and take his soft
dick, sucking on it as he slept and feeling it grow in my mouth. Once I had him
good and hard, I would mount him, taking him inside of my hungry pussy as he
woke up slowly from a deep sleep, surprised to find his dick inside of me as I
bounced on his stiff rod. Oh my god, what I would give to do that right now!
Later, when my mind was more rational, I would ask myself if it worth the
aggravation of a roommate just to get laid every morning. Now THAT was a
serious question! So far, I just lived with things as they are.
Had Mother Nature not intruded, I might have laid there all morning,
masturbating for hours. Damn, suddenly I felt the urge to piss so badly!
Reluctantly, I rolled off my bed, quickly threw on a robe, and somehow made my
way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, God, I looked like a wreck! My
hair was totally disheveled and my face was puffy and covered with red blotches.
All I could do was shake my head and mumble to myself, thinking maybe it was a
good thing I did NOT have a roommate who would see me looking this way so early
in the day. Why is it that in all the romance movies the girl wakes up with
full makeup and her hair perfect, her breath smelling like mint and not a
wrinkle or crease line anywhere on her anywhere? As sweaty as I was, a shower
was definitely in order this morning.
One of the first things I’d done when I moved in my apartment was to go out and
buy myself a good shower massager. I laughed when I was at the store looking at
them. The aisle should have been labeled, “Girl Toys for Showers”. It’s not
like anyone is fooled as to the real reason people buy these things! I mean
let’s be real - is there ANYONE who needs all those settings and the flexible
hose to simply take a shower?
While I’m on the topic, why not just put on the label, “Includes hose long
enough to reach all those hard-to-get places between your legs.” Perhaps the
manufacturers could mark the settings as “instant orgasm”, “slow boil” and
“pussy-pounder” while they are at it.
My own shower massager didn’t have all that many settings, but plenty for my
needs. I guess they are sort of like dish washers that come with 15 different
modes but then most women only use one or maybe two of them. Mine has the
basic hard spray, plus the soft fountain with the pulsating massage as my usual
favorite but that also depended on my mood for the day.
Today was definitely a “fountain” day. As horny as I was and as sensitive as my
clit was even after having rested for quite a while after my orgasm, I didn’t
need anything too heavy in the stimulation department. The soft spray felt just
right against me as I held it a few inches from my crotch, the hot water
flooding over me like the tongue of a perfect lover, except this one never tired
or had to come up for air!
My knees suddenly felt weak and I had to hold myself up by grabbing onto the bar
on the side of the shower as my second orgasm began to boil up within my inner
caldron. It wasn't so much as it seemed to be concentrated in any one area but
rather it was my entire body reacting to the stimulus between my legs. Every
cell in me seemed to working in unison as my second orgasm of the day ripped
through me. This time it was more like a hammer striking me in the sudden way it
struck me. For a moment I thought I might pass out as my vision narrowed and I
found it hard to breath, like some alien was trying to break out from inside of
me. Even my wet hair seemed to sizzle like it was being hit with an electric
shock. My thighs tightened and my knees buckled as I dropped to the bathtub
matt on my knees, unable to stand anymore.
Despite everything, I never let the flood of water cease against me. It was
like the most incredible lure had been put in front of me and now that I had
taken it hook, line, and sinker I couldn’t release myself from it. It was like
I had grabbed an electric cord and was unable to let go once my body was wracked
with the jolt of electricity.
Finally the shower massager simply dropped from my hands, spraying water
everywhere as I struggled to run off the water before it made a mess of the
entire bathroom. My legs were so weak that it took every bit of willpower I
could muster just to stand up and get out of the bathtub on my own. Feeling
myself about to collapse, I sat down on the toilet seat, my elbows on my knees
as I leaned forward and just closed my eyes, my pussy still throbbing and
pulsating uncontrollably. Damn, I must have REALLY been horny this morning to
have cum this hard twice - before I’d even brushed my teeth!
Eventually things calmed down and I was able to attend to the rest of my morning
toiletry duties. I didn't bother with makeup yet as I wasn't planning to go
anywhere and I would just have to redo it anyway before I went out tonight.
Grabbing clean a t-shirt from the second drawer of my dresser, I pulled it over
me until it was just covering over my bare ass. Like the makeup, a pair of
panties or a thong was just unnecessary claptrap when it came to hanging around
the apartment. A terry robe was hung over the back of a chair by the door that I
could throw over me should anyone come to the door but that almost never
happened.
Not surprisingly, I guess, most people who write me tell me that I should run
around naked but what is the sense in that? Maybe it’s because I never did such
a thing growing up so why start now. Besides, it just seems more hygienic to be
wearing at least SOMETHING around the apartment.
Looking at the clock next to my bed, I was shocked to see that it was almost
noon already. Damn, how time flies when you’re having fun! With nothing else
planned for the day, I spent the afternoon catching up on some movies and shows
I’d taped during the week on my DVR, caught up on a few e-mails, and even
chatted a little but. The chatting part didn’t last long as I quickly tired of
the constant barrage of perverts who wanted me to cyber with them and give them
a free nude cam show. E-mail is easier for me than chatting as I can just hit
delete or spam and don't waste any time with the people who have nothing to say
and seem to think I exist to be their personal source of amusement.
After some leftovers it was time to get ready for the party. Wanda had told me
to dress casual – if anything to NOT dress slutty so as not to draw attention to
myself as I went into the house from the street. Apparently she didn’t want the
neighbors to think some hooker was coming to the party! Keeping it simple, I
just threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt along with a pair of warm boots. The
heavy sweatshirt was loose and felt good rubbing on my bare nipples while the
jeans were just tight enough to stimulate me if I crossed my legs without making
too much of a camel toe in the process. My freshly shaved pussy felt smooth
against the denim and for a moment it was tempting to take them off but I had a
schedule to keep and there would be plenty of time when I got back home to do
that.
Chapter 3 – Modeling at the Party
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It was only a few miles to the address Wanda had given me. The house was in a
neighborhood I’d never been in before, nothing TOO outrageous but still some
very nice homes. I parked a few doors down to leave room for the women who
would be arriving soon and knocked on the front door, ignoring the doorbell for
some reason or another. A sharply dressed blonde woman who looked to be in her
mid-thirties answered the door.
“Hi!” she greeted me warmly, “You must be Kelly, Wanda’s model? Come on in and
get out of the cold. I’m Barbara but you can call me Barb.”
Feeling suddenly a little apprehensive, I just smiled and responded with some
automatic reply. God, what was with me anyway? There was really nothing to be
up-tight over. Sheesh, compared to some of the parties I’d done in the past,
this should be a piece of cake! Yet for whatever reason I was feeling like a
girl on her first date!
Barbara took my coat and then led me upstairs to what seemed to be the master
bedroom where I found Wanda already there, laying out her wares. The bed was
covered with various shapes and colors of dildos and vibrators. A clothing rack
was set up with an array of lingerie hanging from it. None of it looked like
much of what you see at Macy’s, that was for sure. Wanda looked up, saw it was
me, and came over to give me a quick hug while Barbara quickly left to tend to
her party preparations.
“Hey girl, you’re looking good tonight,” she greeted me, “Why don't you get
undressed? There’s a robe over there you can put on.”
She turned back to her things and I wasn't sure she even heard my quiet “OK” or
something to that affect. There wasn’t anything else to say or do so I quickly
stripped down, laying my clothes over a chair in the corner of the room. Wanda
hardly even glanced at me as I stood there naked for a moment before wrapping
the robe around me. I guess you could call it a robe, that is. It was barely
long enough to cover my ass and only did that if I was standing straight up. Oh
well, I guess it wasn’t going to be on me too much anyway.
“Hmmm, you’re just a little taller than I had thought,” Barbara mused as her
eyes evidently judged my height from how far the robe covered my butt. “I
never did ask you your sizes but there shouldn’t be a problem. Most of this
stuff claims to be “one size fits all” and besides, I don't think anyone’s going
to notice if they are too small or tight anyway?” she laughed.
(Mental note to Kelly – check out health club memberships, the nice lady more or
less implied you were a little heavy!)
“OK, so here’s how it goes.... I’ve hung up the outfits in the order we’ll be
showing them along with a picture of the toys associated with that outfit, if
there is one. All you have to do it change into the outfit, bring down the toy,
and model it in front of them. Remember, no table dancing or anything too
overt, just work the room like you were modeling swimwear or something.”
“Ummmm,” I hesitated, not sure how to ask the question but finally deciding just
to get it out and over with, “How do you want me to model? I mean, do I leave
the outfits on, take them off, open anything up, you know what I mean?”
Wanda immediately shook her head as she replied. “Oh no, nothing like that.
Just leave everything in place and turn around and let them see how it looks on
you. Don't bend over or anything slutty like that. It’s just a bunch of
neighbor women, not a group of horny men. The idea is to let them see what the
outfit looks like on a real girl instead of some Victoria Secret model.”
Something about that last comment could have hit me wrong but I let it slide.
After all, I would be the first to admit that if there was one thing I did NOT
have, it was a body that would model for something like Victoria Secret. At the
same time, what girl likes to hear someone TELLING her that!
”OK, that’s cool... so what do I do with the toys? Do you want me to actually
use them?”
“Oh heavens no!” she gasped, shaking her head furiously, “Nothing like that at
all. Don't put anything inside your panties, not even your hand, and NOTHING
goes inside of you – is that clear? I mean, you can rub yourself THROUGH the
panties a bit, but don't get carried away. Crap, the LAST thing I want is for
you to start masturbating in front of them – got it?”
I guess that I knew that was what she would say that but I wanted to hear it
anyway just in case. In a way, it was a little disappointing. Can you b lame
me for wondering what some up-tight soccer mom with a little too much wine might
do if I actually DID masturbate right in front of her?
By now I had the first outfit on. It was a simple stretch white lace and
chiffon babydoll with a matching thong. Actually, it covered me a lot more than
most of my swim suits did – or any other girl’s suit at the pool these days.
Unfortunately, my summer tan was pretty much gone or else I think it would have
looked even better on me. The top was fairly opaque and hid the color of my
nipples, while allowing them to poke through. From there down, it was sheer
which allowed the thong to be clearly visible. It was also more conservative
than most I’d worn, covering me completely in front and even part of my ass in
back. Evidently Wanda didn’t want to start with anything TOO wild, maybe to
give the women time to down a few drinks and get more comfortable and relaxed.
“Looking good girl,” Wanda commented, nodding her approval. “OK... I have to
go get things set up downstairs so you can just wait up here. Someone will come
get you when you’re needed.”
With that she grabbed a few things and then left, closing the bedroom door
behind her. In the silence I could hear people gathering downstairs and
wondered how many women there would be. I wondered what Barbara’s husband was
doing tonight. There was a large portrait of them on the wall and various
photos of them and their kids on the dresser and nightstand next to the bed.
Indeed, they made a good-looking pair with the standard son and daughter who
poked to be maybe six to eight years old. It was a pretty safe bet the kids
didn’t know what mommy was doing tonight but at the same time I would have also
bet that her hubby wouldn’t have minded staying home tonight! For a brief
moment a fantasy of him coming into the bedroom, not knowing I was waiting in
there, came to mind but the door remained closed as I sat on the edge of bed and
looked over the various toys.
Most of the toys I’d seen on the website or in the catalog. A few were even in
mom’s personal collection. Dang, some of them had better have instruction books
as they actually appeared quite complicated! I picked up a couple of vibrators
and checked them out to see if they worked. The loud buzzing confirmed they
were operational and while I was tempted briefly to give a few a try, the last
thing I needed was to be in the middle of masturbating when Wanda was ready for
me to model for her!
My mind was distracted such that when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened, I
jumped like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I turned to see
Barbara smiling at me.
“I guess we’re ready for you dear,” she said, her eyes widening as she saw me
more clearly, “My, you look really nice on that outfit.”
I grinned and shrugged my shoulders as if it was nothing and followed her down
the stairs, being careful not to stumble in the process. Four-inch heels may
not be that big a deal for some girls, but trying to walk down a flight of
wooden stairs in them would challenge most women I think, especially when your
mind is so distracted. Still, I made it down without killing myself and stepped
into the living room.
“And hereeeeeeee she is!” Barbara announced as we entered the room.
I immediately noticed the curtains had all been pulled shut so at least I
wouldn't be putting on a show for the whole neighborhood. My eyes quickly took
in the scene. First, there weren’t as many people as I was expecting, only six
women besides Wanda and Barbara. Wanda had mentioned more like a dozen were
expected so evidently a few either couldn’t make it or had second doubts about
coming. They were spread out around the room with three on the couch, two on a
love seat, another on an overstuffed chair with Barbara taking another chair.
Wanda had a small table set up with a silk tablecloth covering it and various
toys laid out like some sort of garage sale. She was dressed quite
conservatively in a pant suit with a scarf and lots of gold jewelry – more than
I cared for.
“OK girls, I want you all to meet my new model Kelly. This is her first time
working for me so be nice!”
It was an interesting mix of reactions. All of the women looked roughly to be
around the same age, maybe within a range of late twenties to mid thirties. A
quick glance at their hands told me they were all married but one and
interestingly, she looked to be the oldest. They were dressed casually, nothing
special, mostly jeans and pants although a couple had skirts which more than
covered their knees. None of them appeared to be trying to send any sort of
“message” that they might be looking for anything sexual, if anything quite the
opposite. Heck, if it wasn't for Wanda and her merchandise, I could have been
at an Avon party or something!
I did my best to smile and be sociable as I stepped into the room in nothing but
heels and lingerie. I walked around, turning slowly and getting within a foot
or two of each of them. It was like a school dance back in seventh grade where
the boys and girls were looking at each other but neither would come close to
the other. To be honest, it wasn’t a turn-on for me and if anything, I felt a
little out of place.
Wanda described the outfit, the various options and colors and a quick mention
of the price which made me gasp before I caught myself. God, I hadn't realized
her prices were so high! Well, I guess they would be paying not just for the
lingerie but for the party and show as well. After she was done she made a
comment about me going to get the next outfit on, which I took as a hint to
leave and change.
Back in the bedroom, I sucked in a deep breath, puffed my cheeks, and then
exhaled long and slow, hoping that nobody could hear me. Damn, this was like
nothing I had ever done before. Normally, when I wore such an outfit, I had to
fight off the groping hands from the crowd while listening to obscene comments
about me and what they wanted to do to me. To be honest, at this moment I
think I would have preferred the leering men to the funeral-like silence that
had greeted me with the first outfit. I just hoped I wasn't disappointing
Wanda.
The second outfit was a satin soft cup slip with lace trim on bust. It featured
a ruffled satin hem and included a matching thong. The slip was dark and so
sheer that for all practical purposes I was nude. The thong didn’t hide a
thing, leaving my ass bare and on full display as the back narrowed between my
cheeks into this thin strip. This time the outfit has a picture attached for
what it called a “Rabbit”. The catalog photo included a description which read,
“Rotating pearls stimulate the vaginal opening and the handy multi-speed control
allows you to select the intensity of the vibrating, tickling ears. Let your
Rabbit lead you to orgasmic bliss. 7 1/4" length, 1 1/2" diameter. Three C
batteries required.“ With that much battery power, the battery pack it was a
little heavy and I bet the cord was a pain in the neck but it wasn't like I had
to actually USE the thing. Compared to the other toys on the bed, it was
average sized and fairly plain. Evidently Wanda wanted to start off simple.
Once I was ready I assumed that I should head back downstairs so off I went.
This time I got a little more reaction from the peanut gallery. Several of them
gasped noticeably and all eyes were fixed on me as I walked in slowly – strutted
in might be a better description. It was then they noticed I was holding
something in my hand and several little giggles could heard easily. Wanda went
into her routine, describing the outfit and then she commented on what was in my
hand.
“You may have noticed, girls, that this time Kelly had brought with her a
simple, but effective toy. Nothing fancy but just the thing for those nights
when you just need a little pick-me up... right Kelly?”
She looked at me expectedly and I was wondering exactly what she was expecting
me to do. Well, evidently more than just holding it so I stood off to the side
where they all could see me started to rub myself with the tip of it through the
sheer panties. I looked at Wanda and she just smiled at me, nodding slightly to
show me her approval.
The other women varied in the responses. A couple of them couldn’t look my way
and seemed to have a sudden fixation on one of the paintings on the opposite
wall. A couple of others were watching me but yet at the same time, trying to
appear as if they weren’t REALLY watching. The rest seemed interested in what I
was doing, some of them even glancing back and forth at each other like little
girls in school sharing a dirty little secret.
The tip of the dildo was pressed against my pussy but it wasn’t anything like
what I’d felt earlier in the morning when my finger first touched me after I
woke up. Sure it felt good, but nothing that was going to set me off, that was
for sure.
My next outfit was more elaborate, a three piece set. It consisted of a floral
tapestry underwire bra with adjustable straps and lace trim and hook and eye
back closure. The waist cincher had boning and Velcro closure with a satin bow.
As with most of the outfits, a matching bottom was included – this time a g-
string that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Along with it Wanda had
paired a “Jelly Osaki”. The description read, “Caution! This kind of dual
action is very addictive. Enjoy double pleasure as the vibrating shaft rotates
deep inside and the exquisite tongue teases your clitoris. You control each
feature and your orgasm. 8" length, 1-3/8" diameter. Three AA batteries
required.” It looked interesting but I had taken longer than before to get
ready so I hurried downstairs.
By now the girls had been through their first glass of wine – or two in some
cases it appeared. Inhibitions were starting to break down and they talked more
as I displayed the outfit for them. Most of it was teasing each other about how
their husbands would love to see them in the outfit or how the toy would feel
when their husband was away on business, that sort of thing. None of the
comments were about me in particular. They all giggled like school girls when
I turned it on and the tip of the toy spun around like some nasty alien cock.
As the night wore on, everyone became more comfortable and I went through maybe
another dozen outfits or so. There was a satin and lace underwire bra w/ satin
ribbon detail that I would have liked to have kept for myself. There was a lace
corset with underwire pushup bra that had metal closures along center front with
a lace up back closure that seemed to appeal more to the dominatrix
personalities. For fun, I enjoyed showing off a sheer embroidered soft cup
triangle bra with adjustable bra straps and matching boyshort panties. Then
there were the inevitable open bra with matching crotch-less panties. The one
that got the most giggles, though, was the classic schoolgirl outfit – a two-
piece costume that included a light blue pleated mini skirt with a naughty short
sleeve tie front top.
As for the toys, they were as varied as the outfits, There was the more basic
“Jelly Cliterrific” which was a surprisingly life-like vibrator followed by the
“Loving Spoon” which was primarily a clitoral stimulator with a bendable. The
“Chocolate Thriller” was a blatant stereotype of a black dick, a thick and
generous vibe that was nine inches long, with lifelike veins and a soft jelly
chocolate brown cover. I thought it was a little creepy but it got a stir from
the ladies. The “Double Delight” reminded me one of the few toys I owned
myself. It was soft-to-the-touch that was flexible enough to bend completely in
half. I guess for some women they would use to do a DP on themselves but I
preferred to use mine together with a friend.
I was half-hoping that I would get to demonstrate that with one of the women but
Wanda kept a tight rein on me. Somehow she seemed to sense that this one in
particular was appealing to me and she gave me a warning eye to behave myself!
I was most intrigued by the “Pleasure Pods”. They were made of silicone for a
supposed soft, natural feel. The pods were designed to be insert in the vagina
to provide pleasurable sensations while exercising your PC muscles. What got me
interested was the description said that the Pods could be worn during everyday
activities and were easily retrieved. I was definitely going to have to talk to
Wanda to see if I qualified for an employee discount!
As the evening started to come to an end, the wine was flowing and the women
were becoming even more comfortable with the situation, talking non-stop now
when I was in the room and even making more personal comments about me as well
as the outfit. Things finally seemed to break completely when I came down in
the last “outfit” - wearing nothing but a thin black thong leaving me totally
topless. OK, so did this really qualify as lingerie? Upstairs I’d checked the
hangar and the ones next to it to be sure but it was obvious that the only thing
I was suppose to be wearing was this skimpy black thong. It was more like a few
pieces of string with a small triangle that tried valiantly, but failed
miserably, to cover my pussy.
This time I brought with me a monster vibrator-dildo combination. Called the
“Pharaoh’s Secret”, it was touted as the perfect clitoral stimulator designed
to send powerful pleasure to three different erogenous zones. It even had
separate multi-speed controls that allowed you to customize the sensations. As
I displayed it, Wanda revealed that the Pharaoh had a secret as well – a tiny-
but-intense vibe located in the tip of the slender, flexible anal stimulator.
The monster was over nine inches long and almost two inches in diameter.
Walking into the room this time, things were quite different than they had been
just a few hours earlier. Just the number of open wine bottles should have been
enough to tell anyone the state of mind most of them were in. It was all I
could do to keep a straight face when I walked in and this time, instead of
meeting a wall of silence like I had the first time, this time I was greeted
with cheers and applause.
“Love the top!”
“Nice ass!”
“Oh my god, look what she bought this time!”
I felt more turned-on than I had all night this time as I walked among them with
nothing on but my heels and a barely visible thong. After walking down the
stairs and on into the room, the so-called thong had pulled up into my pussy,
all but disappearing from sight. I teased them with the Pharaoh vibrator,
holding it out for them and then pulling it away as they reached for it. As
Wanda described the thong I was supposedly wearing, I ran the larger section of
the vibrator between my boobs, turning it on so it gyrated obscenely between
them. Well, I certainly had their full attention, that was for sure!
“Put it in!’ one of the women suggested to me.
“Yeah, let’s see it in action,” another called out.
A couple of them were apparently more drunk than the others but a stern look
from Wanda told me that no matter what they said, I was NOT to masturbate with
it. Besides, it was clear that a couple of the women were a little less
comfortable with what was turning into more of a sex show than a lingerie show.
Still, it was the last outfit and toy for the night so Wanda seemed to be a
little less worried about things.
“OK girls, can you imagine using that monster in bed tonight?” Wanda teased
them, nodding her head at me and grinning.
I took the hint and pressed it between my legs, letting the vibrating head press
against my exposed clit, running it up and down between my legs. I even dared
to press it in just a little bit into my pussy this time. God, I was really
getting horny now and it was all I could do to resist thrusting it up inside of
me! Somehow I didn't think too many of the women would have minded if I had but
Wanda broke in and said it was time for finish things up. She just winked at me
and I knew she understood how horny I was. It was probably for the best but
still, I had been watching a couple of the girls in particular who I think might
have even helped me push it in!
“I think we better let Kelly go back upstairs and finish up, don’t you girls
agree?” Wanda teased them. Actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea to me.
Besides, I wouldn't have minded if a couple of them had joined me!
Back in the bedroom, I closed the door and flopped back on the bed, clutching
the Pharaoh dildo to my chest. I held it up and turned it on. Crap, it was
truly obscene! The more I watched, the more I started to wonder what it would
feel like. Wanda would undoubtedly be busy for a while closing out the party
and taking orders. What would it hurt?
I actually had to think for a moment as to how I was going to use the damn
thing. Finally I decided there was really no other way than to put it in both
holes at the same time. Now mind you, anal sex is NOT something I normally care
for and while I have fondled my ass a few times in the shower, the only time I
have been fucked in the rear has been at parties where things have gotten out of
hand. It’s not so much I don’t like the feeling, it really doesn’t hurt so long
as I’m lubricated properly. There’s just something about knowing it’s in my ASS
that turns me off. It’s much the same as I feel about sex with dogs. The one
time I did it I have to admit I enjoyed the experience but now the thought of it
grosses me out because I can’t get past the idea that it is a DOG that was
fucking me. So it is with anal sex. I probably could enjoy the sensations it
gives me but the thought of what is happening just overwhelms any sensuality I
might feel about it.
I noticed that Barbara had some lotion on her dresser which I used to get the
dildo ready. Laying on my back on the bed, I put a pillow under my ass so my
pussy and butt were up in the air. Positioning the dildo with one end at the
entrance to my pussy and the other at my asshole, I took a deep breath and
started to push it into me. For the moment I had it turned off so it was just
like trying to ram any regular dildo up into me, except I’d never done it in my
ass at the same time! My pussy was more than a little excited from the events
of the evening. Even if the women hadn't been as outgoing as their husbands may
have been, it still had turned into a fun experience by the end. I couldn’t
help but wonder what might have happened if after another bottle of wine if I
showed nude and actually used one of the toys!
A gasp slipped from my mouth as the head of the dildo forced it’s way into my
tight ass and began to slip into me. At the same time, the one in my pussy was
now a couple of inches in and soon they both were in me most of the way. Now I
had to pause for a moment to gather my senses as I worked up the courage to turn
it on. Damn, even with them sitting still in me it was enough to drive me
crazy! I wiggled it just a little and it felt positively weird to feel both my
ass and my pussy respond. Throwing caution to the wind, I turned on the switch,
making sure the dials were all set to their lowest settings.
OMG... OMG!
A load groan erupted from me as I felt the strangest feeling I’ve ever
experienced down there. Talk about holy crap! The one in my pussy was
rotating, like some monster finger was me and exploring all around my insides.
The one in my ass didn’t move but the vibration at the tip made me almost jump
off the bed. What REALLY set me off was the little extension on top that had
been pressing on my clit but until now, been rather still and innocuous. It
started vibrating as well and my clit literally erupted in response. What the
heck, I turned the knob up another notch and I couldn’t help but cry out. This
was insane, crazy, unimaginable. My clit loved the buzz but it was the way the
one in my pussy was wiggling around that was really making me squirm. I felt
like a monstrous worm was in me, wiggling around like it was trying to find its
way out.
As for the one in my ass, it was just weird feeling, what more can I say? I’d
never had a vibrator up my ass before and to feel it buzzing away deep up my
asshole had to rank up there with the most bizarre sensations imaginable.
Unless you’ve had one up your ass, I don't know how I can describe it to anyone.
Feeling wonderful I just laid back, my ass propped up on the pillow, not even
moving but instead letting the toy do all the work. Frankly, I was afraid to
take the setting to the highest level. That damn worm was already gong crazy in
my pussy – would it rip me up inside? The one in my ass was, well I don't have
words to describe it. Another level up and I didn’t how I might respond. Damn,
would it even maybe make me shit?
As far as I was concerned, things were perfect as they were so I just closed my
eyes and let the waves of pleasure and lust roll over me like breakers crashing
on the beach. What I REALLY wanted was to cum. Hell, it was beyond wanting, I
NEEDED to cum. As I held onto it with both hands, letting the motion and
vibrations do to me what they would, I imagined myself downstairs, laying in the
middle of the living room while the women all watched me, driving myself almost
insane with pleasure right in front of them. In my heated imagination, they
were undressing and playing with themselves as they watched me, all of us
masturbating and fucking ourselves in one big lesbian group.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my eyes clenched tightly closed. My hips rose up almost
like I was having some sort of spasm. Finally I was cumming. Fuck was I ever
cumming!
“OH MY GOD!” I all but screamed out, trying to control myself but it was a
losing battle. My body was taking over, forcing my conscious mind to relinquish
control as my orgasm wracked my body. It was like I just wanted it so badly,
needed it so much, that it was making sure I couldn't somehow stop myself from
finishing what I had started.
I tried to open my eyes but it was like the room was spinning in circles,
everything out of focus, so I closed them again. I couldn’t hear anything but
my own cries of pleasure, my panting breath, the pounding of my ass on the bed
as I humped this imaginary monster cock that was violating me every which way
imaginable.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” was all I could get out as I collapsed on the bed.
Somehow I managed to turn the damn thing off but it remained shoved deep inside
of me.
My chest hurt as I couldn’t hardly breath, my pulse racing like I’d just run a
mile. My pussy was positively THROBBING, like another heart had suddenly
appeared and was beating a mile a minute expect instead of pumping blood, it was
sending the most incredibly pleasurable elixir imaginable throughout my entire
body. To think that I had thought my earlier orgasms had been great today.
Hell, those were nothing compared to what I had just done to myself.
“OK girls, now that you’ve seen how well it works, how many should I order?”
What the hell? Somehow I managed to turn my head and squinted at the door. As
my eyes gradually focused, I realized that Wanda was there along with Barbara
and several of the girls from the party. Damn, how long had they been watching?
What had they seen? Evidently quite a bit from the look son their faces.
“Well, didn’t I say that thing works great or what?” Wanda exclaimed, ever the
sales lady, “I have enough with me for each of you to have your own if you want
to cum like THAT tonight yourself.”
So that was it, she had sneaked them up hoping I would do exactly what I had
done. She had seen how worked up I was during my last showing and undoubtedly
knew I wouldn't be able to resist pleasuring myself when I was alone in the
bedroom. Again, I wondered how much they had seen? Despite my curiously, I
couldn’t say anything or respond to them at all before they left to go back to
the living room. Wanda was the last to leave and she just winked and gave me a
thumbs up.
My head sank back onto the bed behind me and I just laid there, motionless with
the dildo still stuck up my ass and pussy. It was like I had been totally
drained, like I had just worked out at the gym and was completely worn out.
Reaching down, I pulled the Pharaoh out of me and as it slid out, I practically
cried out again as it stimulated me. God, it was like my entire body was
sensitized to where the slightest touch was enough to make me jump. I put my
arms up over my head, stretching out over the bed, trying to motivate myself to
get up and get dressed but it was like I was glued to the bed, unable to move.
My pussy was still throbbing but I didn't dare touch it again as I knew I would
not be able to control myself and I really didn't know if I could handle another
orgasm in the state I was in.
“You were great Kelly, that was a record show for me!”
Wanda was back in the room and talking before I even realized the bedroom door
had opened. Somehow I managed to sit up on the edge of the bed and tried to
straighten out my hair with my fingers. My head till felt a little dizzy and I
wasn't sure I trusted myself to stand up yet.
“Wow, so you really did cum that hard, didn’t you? I was wondering if it was
just a show for the girls.”
I shook my head and mumbled something about not knowing they were watching.
“Well, I can tell you this, I sold more Pharaohs tonight than I have in the last
three parties combined. You put on quite a show for them. Normally I wouldn't
have wanted that sort of thing but under the circumstances, I guess it was OK.
Hell, you had ME wanting to try one out!”
I grinned, my head clearing up more now. “Yeah, it really was something
different, I can say that much for sure!”
Wanda reached over to where I had left the incredible dildo. She reached out
and handed it to me.
“Here, you earned this tonight!”
I didn’t protest, not one bit, not even to be a little polite. For a girl who
normally wasn’t into the toy scene all that much, I was in love! Yep, this
baby was going to get a workout. I suppose I had better but some rechargeable
batteries or I would be spending a fortune on Duracell’s soon.
As I dressed, Wanda told me she was thrilled with me and hoped we could work
together as partners in the future. She even offered to work out a deal where I
could split her commissions rather than just working for a base salary.
As I left for my apartment, Barbara gave me a hug and thanked me for “everything
you did tonight”. She seemed like she was going to say something more to me but
at the last minute either changed her mind or I was just reading her wrong as
she just opened the door for me and let me out. I looked back and again, got
the eerie feeling that she wanted to say something but I just waved and headed
back home. Me and the Pharaoh had some business to take care of when I got
back!
THE END
20081101 Passion Party