Authors: Bree Bellucci
“Holy fuck, Mandy!” Justin gasped. Mandy took pride in his
outburst and sucked even that much harder. She tasted a few drops of sweet
saltiness and felt him twitch in her mouth. Mandy was beginning to read the
signs of Justin’s body and she knew his release was only moments away. She
moved her mouth faster and faster, as she swiftly flicked her tongue against
his thick skin.
“Swallow all of me!” he choked, before emptying himself into
her warm and waiting mouth. Mandy pushed him deep into her mouth, as she felt
his thick fluid run down her throat. She moaned against his cock as she
swallowed all of him, obeying his every word and taking pleasure in his
pleasure. Finally, Justin seemed to be emptied and he slowly pulled himself out
of her mouth.
Mandy gazed up at Justin coyly through her eyelashes.
“Best. Fucking. Blowjob. Ever,” Justin panted, laying back
in his chair, his cock hanging out. Mandy was so aroused and she was aching to
come herself. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on from giving a
blowjob. She didn’t know how to ask Justin to help her orgasm, so instead she
decided she would have to just deal with it for the rest of the day. As if
reading her thoughts, Justin opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small,
pink bullet-shaped object.
“Come on, baby. I bet you want yours too,” he crooned,
motioning to his lap. He zipped himself back up and eager with her carnal
desire, Mandy climbed onto his lap, straddling him, as he pushed her legs apart,
revealing her soaked underwear. Justin’s breath caught in his throat as he
observed her drenched panties.
“Oh, Mandy. You were so turned on,” he said softly, pushing
her panties to the side as he pushed the object against her, which instantly
hummed to life.
Mandy gasped loudly, the vibration feeling unbelievable
against her swollen nub.
“That’s right,” Justin murmured, as Mandy began to grind
against the small vibrator, moaning softly. Justin’s other hand played with her
opening, his fingers sliding in and out of her juices. Mandy knew she would
orgasm quickly and her breath quickened as she felt her nipples harden against
her bra.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped in small breathy moans before her
orgasm crashed over her. Moaning softly, she grinded against Justin, trying to
push his hand away as the sensation became too strong for her to handle, but
Justin kept the object pressed firmly against her clit. Mandy felt her orgasm
push higher and then she was coming again as a second wave descended upon her.
She was swept up in her pleasure and when she finally came to her senses again,
she saw Justin watching her appreciatively.
“Now, that’s how to start a Friday morning,” he said slyly.
Mandy swatted at him, before slowly stepping off him. Once more, her panties
were worthless and she yanked them down her slick thighs before throwing them
on Justin’s desk.
“Add these to your collection,” she said wryly, as she tried
to fix herself. Justin grinned and stuffed the pair in his pocket. Even though
Mandy didn’t feel like she got any real answers to Justin’s behavior, things
certainly felt more normal now, or at least normal for she and Justin’s bizarre
relationship.
Mandy left his office and this time Meghan and Jen didn’t
even bother to look up. The day passed quickly, and Mandy felt ridiculously
kinky working the entire day without any underwear. Justin smiled seductively
at her more than once as he tapped his pocket, which contained her damp
panties. Mandy could only shake her head in bemusement. She wished every
morning could start with His and Hers orgasms.
The end of the day quickly approached, and it seemed all the
plans were set in place for the party the following evening. Justin warned the
women not to be late, especially Mandy. She went home that evening feeling
lighter than she had all week, all thoughts of Brad forgotten. Only Justin was
on her mind, and she could not wait for him to see her in her costume.
***
Saturday flew by and Mandy found herself a jumble of nerves
for most of the day, snapping at Chrissy and then apologizing for her bad
behavior. Finally, Mandy began the long process of getting ready. She carefully
blow dried her hair and then twisted it up before piling it on top of her head
and curling the ends. Chrissy even offered to help Mandy apply her makeup.
Mandy was more than grateful, especially considering the way she had treated
her earlier. As Chrissy expertly swiped on mascara and then curled her lashes
with a heated eyelash curler, Mandy felt a fresh surge of guilt. She wished she
could tell Chrissy exactly what was going on, but she knew she could not.
The moment arrived for Mandy to step into her dress. She
carefully extended her long, slender legs into the soft material, before
Chrissy helped pull the dress up and zip her.
“Oh my god, Mandy, you look gorgeous,” Chrissy breathed.
Mandy nervously glanced towards the mirror and her jaw nearly hit the floor.
The creature in the mirror could surely not be herself. This woman was tall and
elegant with perfectly coiffed hair and alluring makeup. Her gown ebbed and
flowed around her and her entire being seemed to glow from within.
“Chrissy, you’re incredible!” Mandy whispered.
“Me? I didn’t do this! You are the incredible one!”
Mandy wanted to squeal with excitement. She slipped her feet
into her delicate silver shoes before grabbing her mask and her evening bag.
Just as she was about to reach for her keys, there was a knock at the door. She
shot Chrissy a quizzical look before going to the door and opening it. Standing
in the hallway was a man dressed in a smart black suit, with a chauffer’s hat
in his hand.
“Ms. Ray?” he inquired.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I’m your driver, Miss. I’ve been sent for you.”
“Really? You’re driving me to Justin’s?”
“Yes, Miss. The car is outside whenever you’re ready.” And
with that, he gave a small bow before turning towards the stairs. Shocked,
Mandy turned back into the apartment where Chrissy was standing, her jaw
hanging open.
“Holy shit!” Chrissy squealed.
“My own driver!!” Mandy squealed back momentarily caught up
in the excitement. She gave Chrissy a quick kiss on the cheek before turning
and carefully making her way down the steps.
“Have fun!” Chrissy cried after her, and Mandy could hear
the slight envy in her voice. Mandy wished she could have invited her friend,
but she knew it wasn’t possible.
She carefully climbed into the town car and sat down. She
turned to look around the rest of the interior and nearly screamed. Sitting in
the car beside her, grinning, was Brad.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed. “If Justin
knows you snuck into this car, he will kill you!”
“Justin won’t know because he didn’t send for the car,” Brad
said smiling. Mandy looked confused. “But if he didn’t send for the car-” she
began slowly. Brad only smiled.
“I sent for it,” he finished. Mandy looked uneasy, but she
couldn’t help the pull she felt towards Brad. Slowly, Brad scooted even closer
to Mandy and Mandy felt her heart skip a beat as her skin flushed. As soft as a
breeze, Brad lowered his lips to Mandy, waiting for her to turn away but she
didn’t. Mandy found herself moving towards Brad’s mouth and the kiss started
slowly before it began to intensify. The fire grew between Mandy’s legs and she
wanted it to stop but she knew it couldn’t.
“Mandy,” Brad gasped and Mandy could only moan back. Ever so
slowly, Brad ran his hands up Mandy’s leg, slowly pushing the material up her
smooth skin, exposing her thigh inch by inch. Mandy moaned again. Brad’s
fingers caressed her upper, innermost thigh and Mandy couldn’t help but push
her hips forward, wanting Brad to touch her between her legs. As if reading her
mind, Brad’s fingers gently grazed against the soft material of her underwear
and Mandy moaned loudly as she felt her nipples harden.
“Touch me!” she begged and Brad was more than willing to
obey. Slowly, he rubbed her through her underwear and Mandy groaned and
writhed, her greedy body wanting more.
“I don’t trust myself,” Brad said gruffly, and with that he tugged
her underwear down her legs, exposing her most delicate parts. His fingers
brushed against her buzzing skin and they made their way towards her nub.
Gently, he began rubbing small circles with one hand as his other hand explored
her folds. Mandy gripped onto the car seat, desperate for anything to squeeze.
She felt scandalous, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Mandy felt Brad’s fingers explore and discover her, push and
prod at her innermost parts and elicit numerous pleasurable sensations. Over
and over again she moaned Brad’s names, his fingers taking her higher and
higher. Teasingly he caressed over her opening as his other hand continued to
work her clitoris and Mandy could feel how wet she was. She wanted Brad to fuck
her, but she could tell he wasn’t going to take that risk tonight.
“You’re so wet,” he said huskily and then pushed two fingers
deep into her opening, her wetness encasing them.
“Aggh” Mandy cried out, not caring what the driver heard or
saw. In and out, Brad fucked her with his fingers and the penetration timed
with the clitoral stimulation would soon sweep her away. The wet sounds of her
arousal filled the backseat, and Mandy’s own moans were becoming more carnal.
“Come for me, Mandy,” Brad breathed. Those words sent Mandy
over the edge and she bucked on the car seat, her thighs trembling as she came
for Brad while his fingers still pushed in and out of her soaking pussy. Her
body shook and she grabbed for Brad’s arms to have something to hold on to.
When her orgasm finally ceased, she heard the driver awkwardly clear his
throat, before saying
“We’re almost there Mr. Stevens.”
“Thank you. I’m going to have you drop Miss Ray off first,
and then I’d like us to drive around another half hour or so before you drop me
off,” Brad said, his voice gruff from their escapades. The driver nodded.
Satiated, but embarrassed, Mandy began to right herself.
Brad pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to her.
“You’re going to want to wipe yourself up. Justin will never
understand why you are so wet.” He smirked as he said it.
Mandy snatched the material from his hand, knowing he was
right. She wiped herself gently, the handkerchief becoming drenched with her
wetness.
“I’d like it back,” Brad said huskily and somewhat
uncomfortably, Mandy handed it back to him. She pulled her panties back on, and
then checked her reflection in her compact. Besides the rosy glow due to her
orgasm, she looked otherwise untouched. She was pleased.
“This was wrong,” she whispered as she worried whether
Justin would notice the same town car, or the fact that she had a town car to
begin with.
“No it’s not. Just tell Justin that you hired the car
yourself. He’ll think nothing of it. You know we have something special between
us.”
Mandy nodded nervously. They were now pulling up the long
drive to Justin’s mansion. Mandy got ready to exit the car, still keyed up from
what just happened. Brad quickly pulled out his mask – it was an elaborate
looking tiger mask.
“Look for me,” he whispered. Mandy gave him a nervous smile
before getting out of the car. She was too embarrassed to look at the driver.
Other cars were pulling up and she was relieved to see
Justin nowhere in sight. She quickly scurried inside the house, looking for
anyone she knew. It was a beautiful night out, and Mandy could see through the
large, expansive windows that everything was set up out back, just like the
previous party. There were maybe twenty people already there, and Mandy noticed
that none were having sex yet, even though the beds were set up around the
perimeter.
She walked out onto the patio and wondered how she would
find anyone among the colorful and somewhat creepy masks.
“Mandy,” Justin breathed, and his arms were around her waist
instantly. Mandy felt a small sigh of relief, and she couldn’t understand how
both Justin and Brad made her tingle so.
“Thank you for being on time,” he said softly, before
turning her around so he could fully look at her. He let out a low whistle as
he shook his head in amazement.
“You are a gorgeous woman, but tonight you are exceptionally
gorgeous,” his voice was low and sexy and once more Mandy felt her desire
bloom.
“Oh, the things I plan on doing to you later,” he said, and
Mandy had delicious hopes. “Let me see your mask,” he ordered, and he was back
in business mode. Obligingly, Mandy pulled out her mask for him to see. He
nodded in approval, before brandishing his own. It was of course, a large, dark
wolf face. Mandy giggled and Justin smiled wryly.
“I need to say hello to some more guests, but I see Ally, Meghan
and Jen over there,” he said steering Mandy towards the bar. Mandy gave him a
quick wave before making her way over to the women.
Jen made a huge fuss over her dress, and Meghan even managed
a smile. Ally knew how beautiful it was since she had helped her pick it out.
The women looked beautiful as well. Ally was in a deep plum shade, while
Meghan’s dress was a sky blue. Jen had opted for bright pink and Mandy figured
she could be seen for miles thanks to the bright hue of her dress. The women
got their drinks and then began to check out the scene. Mandy, of course, was
spoken for, but the other women were not, and they tried to decide which men
they wanted to bed tonight. Mandy shook her head at the strangeness of the
whole situation. She wondered what other people would think of this party and
this lifestyle. She was shocked herself that she had moved into this world.
Mandy’s body began to warm from the alcohol and it wasn’t
long before she found herself sipping on her third drink.
“Better slow down,” Jen giggled and Mandy decided she was
right. She went off to find some food to fill her stomach and soak up the
alcohol. She saw a tiger pass by and she knew it was Brad. Keeping her head
down, she picked a few small bites for her plate and went back to the women.
Another woman was with them, but she had her mask on so Mandy had no idea who
she was.