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Monday, December 31
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Monday, December 31 New Year's Eve. Kristen was right on time, at 6:30. She looked stunning, her hair up, her short black dress tight in all the right places. And very low cut. Bailey's dress was hot pink, short, tight, with a lot of sequins. Despite all that, we could see her nipples poking through. I kept looking at her, in love with her more every day. Liz's dress was white, which contrasted with Kristen's black dress perfectly. It was long, with slits on both sides that ran almost to her hips. Peter wore his tuxedo, complete with black tie and French cuffs. 007 came to mind, but that was almost too cliché. I wore a<b> sheer </font></b>purple dress. It was<b> sheer </font></b>in that it was obvious I had nothing on underneath. My breasts and sex were exposed. I wanted nothing to hinder anyone's access on this night. "Thank you so much for inviting me", Kristen said. "This will be much more fun than the Vanilla party I was invited to." She kissed each of us, careful not to smear our lipstick, slipping us the tongue at the same time. A shock of electricity pulsed through me, ending at my clitoris. I wondered how long it would take before we were all fucking. She handed Peter a bottle of what was quite obviously a very good red. I took the covered dish from her. She made incredible deviled eggs. Liz took her coat, and we headed into the kitchen. Peter made us drinks. He could have been a professional bartender. It seems like he does everything well, but then you realize that he doesn't do things he can't or won't do well. His attitude is why waste time on things you can't perfect. I tend to be more stubborn, convinced that I to power through things. not sure who's wiser. I suspect Peter is. He handed us our drinks, we raised them for a toast, and the party was on. George Strait was playing in the background. He told us he would be in Amarillo By Morning. "It's time for a Panty Check", Peter said. He approached Liz, slid his hand under her dress. I watched the expression on her face. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head slightly. Peter removed his hand from her dress, offered me his fingers. "How does she taste, Stacy my love?", he said. "Yum!", I said, licking his fingers. Bailey was next. "Oohh", he said, "soft, and your pussy is soft too." He offered Kristen his fingers this time. She licked them like a porn star. He took his fingers out her mouth, slid them under her dress. She lurched, almost spilling her drink. She leaned back against the island for support. "Fuck", she said. "Exactly", he said, giving Bailey his fingers. He came to me. I couldn't wait. I didn't want him to stop. He looked directly into my eyes while he fingered me. I held his gaze. "We a submissive for the evening", he said, slipping his fingers into Liz's mouth. "Please choose me", I whispered. "You can be submissive", he said. "Except not tonight. I think Kristen should be our submissive. She loves submitting to us, and we don't have her over nearly enough." Kristen took a sip from her glass, smiled. "I thought you'd never ask", she said. "Don't be coy with him", Bailey said, taking her face in her hand. "Are you to spend the evening servicing us?" "I would love to service you", she said. "Then you can start with me", Bailey said. Kristen squatted, her ass touching her hot, black heels. Liz pulled her dress to one side, exposing her sex. It was pink and completely hairless. The last time I fucked Kristen, she had a nice little landing strip. "Touch yourself", Bailey said. She did. "Make yourself come", Bailey said. We stood around and watched her. She took us in, her fingers exploring her cunt, rubbing her clit. She was the first one to come on New Year's Eve, which I think was Peter's plan all along. "Guests come first", is one of his mottos. Indeed, they do.  |
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