Several weeks after I had met Ursula, with the help of Cynthia, my old friend, I received an invitation from Ursula to a party at her home in the suburbs of our east coast city. I readily accepted. I had grown to adore Ursula. I was so lucky that she was not married yet. That definitely gave me an opening. I knew the lifestyle she practiced and I was not horrified. I was fascinated. We had met a few times in the interim, and each time we had been conventional lovers. I had fucked her, sucked her and she had blown me. She loved all of this. But, I knew that she needed more.
I had decided to give what I could.
As you know from the last part of the story, I could not be a real Master. But I hated and dreaded the loss of Ursula if she decided that I was lacking for her needs. So I would play the game. I would make the effort. I would make her believe that I could be a Master and she would be my sub. Maybe my heart would not be in it, but my "heart" would be. I simply wanted and needed this little raven haired pixie.
This was my first real chance to prove my adoration. I would not let it pass me by.
I dressed in leather pants that I had found in a local "taboo" shop. Along with my sleeveless black t-shirt, my leather vest, and my black combat boots, from my service in the Army, I felt I looked the part, or maybe I looked ridiculous. I would soon find out. I might be laughed out of the party. Shit, I would take the chance for Ursula.
The weather was gloomy and rainy as usual. That was not one of the main reasons we lived there.
I took the time to stop and smell the lilacs as I walked from my Mercedes to Ursula's apartment building. It always brought so many good memories. As I took the stairs to her apartment on the 5th floor (I needed the exercise) I was joined by another fellow dressed in a suit. What the hell? Were we going to the same party? What an idiot I now felt.
We both arrived at Ursula's door. We then greeted each other, made intros, and rang her doorbell. She came to the door and (I was glad to the core) gave me a hug first, and then John. "Roger, this is John, John, Roger." We both laughed and then grinned at her blush. What a little girl. She just laughed and I quickly gave her a peck on the cheek.
We all entered and there were already two other women and another man taking part in the buffet she had set out for her guests. I was so damned happy to see at least one other man dressed similarly to me. I now realized that dress didn't matter. The enjoyment of the guests did.
At this point one should, perhaps, describe the people that were present. I was led to believe this was the complete list of the party. Three women and three men. Interesting. It would get much more interesting as the evening progressed.
You know that Ursula has black shiny hair. Short and so damned sweet looking. She often passed for under 21. Her breasts were perky and I could see she was wearing no bra tonight. That always meant no panties, either. Her fellow fems were, firstly; Debbie, a tall brunette, with wavy, long hair, round, soft, large breasts and long, fuck-me legs, and, secondly; Grace, a tiny, curly haired blonde with very small, but proud, pointed breasts, slim body and muscular legs.
Maybe you don't know what I look like. I am 5 feet 10 inches, 150 pounds, and taut body. I am average, but I have served my country proudly and with distinction. I was never lacking in the can-do department. I have short, brown hair and I can give as well as I get. The other two gentlemen present were larger. Both weighed about 180 pounds and were definitely not soft. John was a blonde, and Eric was brown-haired. Both wore their hair long, with pony-tails.
As you can see, a diverse group, but we seemed to mesh quickly and with no problems what so ever. At least, everyone was smiling, and there was definitely a party atmosphere in Ursula's artfully decorated apartment. Her apartment had only one bedroom, but the main room was huge, with several large chairs and two sofas. She loved to strew colorful, attractive pillows all over the room, on furniture and on the floor.
John and I joined the others at the buffet and some freely partook of the several wines available. Ursula knew I loved good beer, so she had provided several of my favorites, and I was glad to see others enjoyed the beer, too. It was clear that all of us were ready to enjoy the food and drink without a grand rush to sex and gratification. Obviously, we all had our priorities straight. Fill the belly, then fill the sexual needs. I laughed and got some odd glances, but Ursula understood immediately. We were always on the same wave-length.
It was catch as catch can for eating arrangements. Some sat at Ursula's dining table, others took seats in chairs or even on the floor pillows. Casual was the name of the game. And would continue to be so for the rest of the night. Nothing formal or up-tight in this gathering. I felt a lot more comfortable. Maybe I could pull this off.
It was becoming apparent which were couples here tonight. I was with Ursula, of course. If not, I would not have been here. John was with Debbie. I could tell from the dynamics that he was in charge. She glanced at him for approval before doing virtually everything, even choosing the salad dressing! It was quite enlightening.
But, perhaps the strangest pairing was Grace and Eric. It was so adorable. She was the Mistress! It was cute and a little intimidating, too, to see this little shorty giving curt orders to the large, buff sub!
Everyone seemed to have had their fill from the buffet and we were casually sitting around talking, chatting, conversing, and generally enjoying each other's company.
I don't think anyone had any ideas that this evening was not going to turn into a massively lustful and messy orgy of sex and sin. All we needed to get started was someone to begin the action. Fuck it! I would get the "ball rolling" so to speak. I moved over to Ursula, knelt between her legs and said, "Pull up your skirt, spread your legs, and take my pussy eating. But do not cum. If you cum I will stop and something bad will happen."
Grace laughed like a tiny stevedore, from her little gut and then she said to Eric, "Get your huge ass over here and do what Roger is getting ready to do. Start reaming my cunt with your hard tongue. And I will be cumming. All over your face, my little boy." And she laughed again.
John ordered his brunette sub, Debbie, with the long, beautiful legs and the large breasts, to strip. Then he went over to Ursula's cabinet of fun and got out some mink-lined hand cuffs and and a large, leather strap. He walked over to her and pulled her arms behind her back, placed the cuffs on her wrists, rolled her on her belly onto a large pillow and began spanking her with vigor and lots of intensity. She was moaning with pain and joy at the same time. It was odd. She was stark naked and John still wore his suit. But you could easily see a huge bulge pooching out his slacks.
Eric had stripped at Grace's command and had then stripped her. She did nothing to help. Then she laid herself back upon the sofa and began getting a great creamy ream job of her pussy. Eric was licking every piece of cunt he could get his tongue on. Grace's pussy was shaved clean for the party. I had noticed that Debbie was clean too.