I wonder if I should see a doctor. This cannot be normal, although, if I’m being honest, I had no real idea what normal is. I must have read a hundred articles about it from all the popular women’s magazines, and I am no better informed now than I was before.

I can imagine my conversation with my family Doctor.

“And what’s seems to be the problem, Chrissy?”

“Well, Doctor, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I use, or how many men, or women, fuck me, my orgasm is just, how can I put it? Pathetic!”

“Oh, I see.”

I’ve seen the videos online. No, I am not stupid, of course I know most are completely fake. But when I had this conversation with Kim, she was more than happy to show me that good, healthy, deeply satisfying orgasms are real. And it was quite a sight, watching her use her vibrator to bring herself to orgasm, and it was quite obviously not fake.

“Your turn!” she said, wiping the vibrator with a wet wipe.

“Kim, I masturbate nearly every fucking night.”

“But you don’t orgasm.”

“Kim, I do orgasm, I think, but it’s just a tickle, a fuzzy feeling. It’s hardly worth the fucking effort!”

“What about when you were going out with that twat, what’s his name, Jon?”

“You must be fucking kidding! I didn’t even get close to fuzzy, let alone an orgasm.” She was right, he was a twat. Oh, yes, he was very good looking, you know the sort, immaculately kept, not a hair out of place, can’t pass a mirror without looking at himself.

“Girls?”

“What do you mean, girls?”

“If boys don’t do it for you, perhaps it's girls.”

“No, I’ve tried that. And I do fancy boys, and girls, for that matter. And, as I said, I do orgasm, but it’s just so underwhelming.”

“Come on, let’s see what I can do,” she said and pulled me over to the bed. She is a sexy little minx, with the most beautiful green eyes, and when she orgasmed again, this time with my tongue lapping at her gorgeous pussy, there was no hiding the fact, this was another good, healthy, deeply satisfying orgasm.

“Chrissy, I think you might need to see your doctor.” I looked down my body, to where Kim’s face had appeared, all covered in my juices. “I mean, you seem to be enjoying it, but I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet!” But I could. Yes, it was lovely, and yes, my heart was racing and that wonderful feeling of being enjoyed was flooding through my body, but I did not think I was even close to an orgasm.

“Good morning, Chrissy. Can you and Angela work the terrace? We’ve got a party of forty-plus for lunch, it will be busy.”

I liked Carlos. I had started working at his restaurant when I was still at school and when I had decided I was not going off to university, he was quick to offer me a full-time job, just waiting on tables. That was a year ago, and he had been the perfect boss, you know, a real gentleman. And the place was very popular and, to be honest, I enjoyed it, even though the pay wasn’t great.

Wow! He wasn’t joking when he said it would be busy! We were rushed off our feet, but Angie and I liked it like that and, though I say so myself, we are good at this and it was a few hours later before the party was gradually thinning out. Carlos had made several appearances and he knew quite a few of the customers, particularly the couple who had organised the party.

“Chrissy, have you got a minute?”

“Yes, of course, Carlos.” I followed him to his office and was slightly surprised, but not concerned when he asked me to shut the door and take a seat.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, just slightly concerned I had done something wrong.

“Oh, absolutely perfect. They were very pleased; you should see the tip they’ve left for you and Angela.” I waited, but he seemed to be struggling.

“Carlos, what is it?”

“Chrissy, the couple who arranged that party are friends of mine. Her name is Jane, her husband was the older gentleman, a quiet man.” Yes, I remembered them well. She was very elegant, I would guess in her early forties, but her husband, well, I had initially thought that it was her father.

“Yes, I realised that.”

“Anyway, they have asked if you could help them out. You see they are holding a party on Saturday and need a waitress.”

“This Saturday?” He nodded, “But I am down to work here.”

“Yes, I know. I have said it is OK with me, if it’s OK with you, and they will pay you.”

“But I wouldn’t want to let you down, and I don’t want to lose my slot, I like Saturdays and I need the money.”

He smiled. “Chrissy, I can assure you will keep your position for Saturdays. And, Chrissy, they will pay you more than you would get here.” Blimey, I definitely could do with a bit more cash, as I said, I like the work, but the pay was not exactly great.

“What sort of party is it?”

“It’s a dinner party. There will be perhaps twenty, maybe thirty people there, at their house.”

“Will it be late?”

“No, they eat early and then you help clear away. You should be done before 10.30 pm”

“And they will pay me?”

“Yes. Chrissy, I am not exactly sure how much, but I know it will be more than a night working here. I promise.”

“If it’s OK with you, then yes.” He seemed pleased, although a little uneasy but he gave me the address and explained that I just needed to turn up at 5.30 pm. “And dress like you would here.”

Saturday arrived and lunchtime was busy, as usual, but I was home by mid-afternoon, and a couple of hours later, I arrived at the address Carlos had given me. Blimey, what a house! When I saw the address, I knew that it would be nice, but nothing like this. I rang the buzzer and waited and soon I was in the kitchen alongside the caterers and another waitress, like me, called Mia. And there was Jane.

At first, she didn’t seem to recognise me, but it was not long before she was chatting, very business-like but friendly. It was all very straightforward. Mia and I would serve the food. There would be two male waiters and they would deal with drinks. The guests would start arriving at 7 pm and would sit to eat at 7.30 pm. There was a simple starter followed by the main course. No desserts, that was it. We clear away and then I could go.

“Girls, whilst you both look lovely, but I have uniforms for you.” We followed her into an adjacent room where two sets were laid out, waiting and she left us to it. They were both very smart and pretty; The white blouse was very similar to what I was wearing but it was the rest that caused me to hesitate. Mia did not show any concern.

“I love their uniforms,” she said, stripping off her clothes, leaving just her bra and a tiny pair of panties in place, and soon she was ready and didn’t she look lovely! “Come on, do you need a hand?”

No, I didn’t, but she helped me adjust the hold-up stockings and the black heels and we both stood, looking into the full-length mirror. Oh, my!

The blouse was perhaps a little tight across my chest, and the black skirt was tight, but they fitted and I could not help wondering how Jane had known my size and it dawned on me that Mia and I had the same figure. We were both about 5’5’’ and had neat, firm hips and bottoms. And, if I said so myself, we both looked fucking gorgeous.

“Come on,” Mia said, grabbing my hand and we headed back to the kitchen where Jane was waiting.

“Perfect, you both look lovely,” she said, and we followed her upstairs to help finish laying the tables.

As far as I could tell, it was all going swimmingly. There were about forty people there, all dressed in their finest, all couples. But what was slightly surprising was that they were all wearing eye masks, the men’s simple black, the ladies a lovely mixture of colours and styles, with feathers and flowers and, well, everything.

The two young men waiting were dressed in dinner suits, very smart and very handsome indeed. We had met them briefly when they had arrived but it was quite clear they took their duties seriously, carefully decanting the red wines, checking the whites were chilled to just the correct temperature, brandy, whiskeys, well, you name it, they had it. This was a seriously impressive party.

We cleared the last few plates and cutlery and were all set to go when Jane arrived.

“Chrissy, thank you. That was perfect. Here you are,” and she handed me an envelope.

“Thank you,” I said, “do you need me to do anything else.”

She hesitated, just a second or two, but seemed to be thinking. “No, thank you, Chrissy. If you could just let yourself out, that would be all. And thank you, again. I’ll be in touch,” and with that she turned and, with Mia following, they disappeared around the corner.

At first, I was a little worried I had done something wrong but as I changed I could not help looking at my envelope on the chair next to me and I gave in to my curiosity and opened it. Holy fucking Moly!

I was not sure what I had been expecting but it was not this. I counted it once, and then again, just in case I was imagining things. This was a week’s wages for me, in one night, in fact, in about four and a half hours! I finished changing and was about to leave by the basement door when I saw them.

It was the two waiters. They too had changed and were in a hurry and I watched them rush up the stairs, back up to the party. That in itself was not surprising. What caught my attention was that besides their trousers, they were naked. Fucking hell!

I could hear voices above me, so I quickly walked to the bottom of the stairs.

“Good, is everybody ready?” It was Jane. I knew I should just leave but I waited and I heard a few other voices, so I quickly, and as quietly as possible, climbed the stairs and very carefully peeked around the corner. Fucking hell.

There were four of them. The two lads were by the double doors, and between them were two women. One was Jane, dressed as she had been, the other, was Mia. But she had changed.

Wow. I had never seen anyone dressed like this; I would suggest very few people ever dress like that. Wow! She was naked, other than what I think was a leather bondage suit, and her heels, with a choke collar which was attached to a lead, held by Jane.

I watched, as Jane adjusted a strap, or two, on her charge, Mia’s lovely breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

“Ready,” said Jane and the two lads opened the doors. I could see all the guests turn towards them, briefly pausing their conversations, Jane and Mia walked in, and the doors closed behind them.

“Good morning, Chrissy.” It was Carlos.

“Morning,” I said, briefly looking up from the table I was setting.

It was the first time I had seen him since the party, not that was unusual. He had been in, but was very busy, as were we all, and, to be honest, I wasn’t sure what he might say. I mean, did he know what went on at these parties?

Over the past few days, I had thought a good deal about it but had decided it didn’t matter to me. I had tried looking up sexy dinner parties on the usual porn channels and even attempted to masturbate whilst watching a few, but it was the same old thing.

At the end of the shift, we all were looking forward to getting our pay slips. We had been so busy and, even though I knew I would be a shift down, having not worked that Saturday evening, I was pleased to get paid. But there was something wrong.

“Carlos, sorry to bother you, but my payslip isn’t correct.”

He looked up from his desk, and smiled, as he always did, no matter how busy or stressed he was. “Oh, what is it?”

“You’ve paid me for last Saturday, but I didn’t work. Remember?”

“Oh, never mind. You helped me out, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure, because they did pay me?”

“Chrissy, yes.” As I went to leave, he added, “And thank you, Chrissy, for telling me.”

I smiled and trotted off, very happy for the little bit extra.

Blimey, we were so busy! It was non-stop, but I loved it like this. It was tiring but so what? I was young, healthy and fit, and at last, I was able to save a little money, here and there, and when Carlos had told me he was hiring extra hands, he had asked me to train them. And the following week I was pleasantly surprised to see he had increased my hourly rate.

“Carlos, thank you so much. I didn't expect anything,” I said when I managed to catch him.

“My pleasure, Chrissy,” he said, as always smiling when he talked to me, but instead of walking away, he paused, as if thinking to himself. “Chrissy, have you got a minute?” and without waiting for me to reply, he walked off towards his office and I followed.

“You are in demand, young lady.” At first, I was not sure what he meant, but he continued, “Jane, you remember Jane, yes? Of course, you do. Anyway, she would like you to help at a party she’s arranged.” He was looking at his desk, not at me, and I could sense he was uneasy.

“When?”

“This Saturday. I have said it is OK with me, but it is up to you.”

“Same place?”

“No, it’s at Cadugan’s, over Studington way?” Shit, I had heard of Cadugan’s, a very posh and very exclusive hotel about half an hour from here.

“Carlos, I hope you don’t mind me saying but I think I’d prefer it if you said yes, or no. I don’t want to let you down, either way.”

He looked up and smiled. I did like him. “Chrissy, they pay you very well, I know. And, yes, Jane is an important customer of ours, all the catering is done by us. But I don’t want you doing anything you do not want to do. Do you understand?” I did.

The taxi arrived on time and dropped me at the entrance and a few minutes later I was in the kitchens and prep’ rooms getting things organised. The caterers were already there and we passed pleasantries but I was far more interested in getting the tables set properly and when two other waitresses arrived, I soon had things moving. But where was Mia, or for that matter Jane?

The waiters arrived and they began organising the wines and I found myself organising the tables, based on the numbers I had been told, until finally, I saw her.

“Chrissy, you are a bloody angel!” she said, obviously in a bit of a flap. “I’ve had a bit of a ‘mare,” she continued, looking around the room, checking my work, “but it looks like you have things under control,” and she smiled a beautiful friendly smile. “You really are a star, aren’t you?”

“Where’s Mia?” I asked. “It’s just the two waitresses seem a little quite new to this,” I continued.

“Well, Mia is the problem. She’s not well. I only managed to get these two from a friend’s place.” She stopped and looked at me face to face. “Chrissy, can I leave you to organise them? You know what you’re doing. Can I?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good, because I still need to find someone.” And with that, she was off, leaving me holding the baby.

Holy Moly! Thank goodness I was used to this. Most definitely the two replacements were not, and over the next three or more hours it was like herding bees but, baring a couple of incidents, we were finally finished, and I relaxed, my only concern was how many plates they would drop on the way back down to the kitchens. And it was on my way downstairs, for what I hoped with be the last time, I bumped into a very concerned Jane.

“Oh, Chrissy. Can you give these to the two girls? And then can you come back here to see me?”

I did what she asked, the two girls having opened their envelopes in front of me, both smiling from ear to ear with what they found, and having asked them to change, I said they could then go and I returned to where I had left Jane. She wasn’t there but I could hear voices, raised voices, one of which was her’s.

“What do you mean, she’s not coming? You said it was all arranged!”

“Oh, fucking hell,” said a male voice, and then another, echoing the first’s sentiments. I waited.

“Chrissy. We have a problem.” It was a visibly worried Jane. She was looking at me, carefully, and I felt my nerves rise. “I’ve been let down. And I am desperate.” I took a deep breath.

“What’s the problem?”

Well, that was a conversation I did not expect. Did I know someone who would agree to be fucked in front of fifty people? Believe it or not, no I didn’t even though I did briefly think about calling Kim! It was one of the waiters, who first asked.

“What about you?”

“Fuck off, what do you think I am!?”

“Fucking hot as hell, if you would like my opinion!” said Jason smiling at me. I hadn’t expected that.

“He’s absolutely right about that,” Jane added, looking me up and down.

“Jane, I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“Why!? Because I can’t. I just don’t do things like that!”

“You have sex, don’t you?” I was about to say of course I did, but that was a lie. The truth was I didn’t have a sex life but I wasn’t going to tell them that.

“Chrissy, you will have a mask on, there are no cameras, and no one in there knows you. It will be an hour.” I didn’t reply, my head spinning with thoughts, some of which were horny. “And I will pay you, very well.”

I felt sick, physically sick and everything in my head told me to run for it. But I didn’t. Instead, there I was, standing in front of the doors, a scene I had witnessed before, from the safety of the stairway at Jane’s house.

Jane did her final check, giving my breasts a lovely squeeze and she smiled and gently kissed me. “You look gorgeous. I could eat you up,” and she kissed me again, briefly, before turning to the two handsome, and virtually naked young men, on either side of us. “Ready.”

Jane

“Let me have your mobile number.” She told me the number and I helped her into her coat, before walking with her to her taxi.

“You know her address, yes?”

“Yep,” and he gave it and she nodded.

“You’ll make sure she is safely inside before you leave.”

“Of course, Madam.” I knew he would, we have used him many times, but I liked to remind him, and I gave her a little wave, which she returned.

I had not seen anything like that before. Ever. And nor had many, if not any of my guests.

When Chrissy had said yes, I was relieved, having been let down at such short notice. I was annoyed about that, but she had come to my rescue and even if it had been a less than average show it would have been a result. But, as it turned out, this had been a show no one would ever forget.

She looked just perfect. She has a lovely figure, long lean legs with a beautiful firm bottom, her hips smooth and her breasts firm with a natural uplift, her nipples pink and proud. Oh, to be young again, I thought.

It all started as any other show had. My guests continued to chat amongst themselves but watched as I led her around the tables, several taking the opportunity to stroke her bottom, others gently squeezing her breasts, and quite noticeably, a couple of the ladies, delicately sliding a finger between her legs.

I could hear her breathing and sense the nerves running through her and, even though I had the lead, she had reached for my other hand. It was a lovely touch and gave her that innocent appeal.

When I handed the lead to Jason, she had turned to look at me anxiously, but I smiled, and I walked to the side so she could see me, and it was not long before she had his cock in one hand and Micheal’s cock in the other, taking it in turns to lick their helmets, running her tongue down each, and licking their testicles.

I would say it was an excellent performance, by all three of them, Chrissy happily being fucked in all positions, her gorgeous body taking everything they could give her, their cocks rock-hard. But there was something, just something else. As I said, I have seen this many times and the girls will almost always begin to tire, as their orgasms begin to mount up, and even though Chrissy appeared to be in a continual state of arousal, she did not let up, not one little bit.

Instead, she seems to grow stronger, more energetic, seeming to want more and more, driving herself onto their cocks and when they finally orgasmed, she had waited until they had slipped out of her and then walked over to me and handed me her lead. Wow!

I had been watching my guests. Several of the men had their cocks out, the women stroking their erections, and several of the beautiful ladies had their hands in between their legs, openly and happily playing hard with their aroused pussies.

That would normally be that but, as I started to leave, she hesitated and when we passed a couple who were masturbating each other, she paused, just for a second or two, before continuing.

At the next couple, she again hesitated, and when the lovely young lady held out her hand, she took it and placed it on her bottom. As the stranger stroked her, I watched her closely, her eyes fixed on the man’s cock, her breasts almost pointing skywards, her nipples rock-hard, perspiration glowing on her skin, and when she turned to me, I saw her eyes were almost glazed over.

What happened next, I will never forget. She took a pace to me, and she leaned forward so we were cheek to cheek and she whispered, “I need to cum. Please, I need to cum.”

At first, I could not believe what she had said, but when I looked at her, now almost nose-to-nose, her eyes confirmed it. She hadn’t orgasmed!

I took her hand and led her back to the middle of the room, to the padded table where she had been so thoroughly fucked, and she simply leaned over it and spread her legs, her beautiful bottom and pussy on display, and she waited.

As I looked around, I could sense the excitement, the anticipation, the lust in the air. But they waited, as they knew they should; they knew the rules. Invitation only.

I left her there whilst I chose. The couple were regulars and I knew they would do as I asked, and they smiled at each other as I led them over to the table.

He already had his cock out, a beautiful black cock, big and hard, and I positioned him by her face, his cock resting on the table, its head on her cheek and we watched as Chrissy turned her head, his cock slipping into her mouth. I took the beautiful lady with me, and I placed her hand onto Chrissy’s bottom and I was delighted when she bent, her tongue running down over her anus and onto her pussy.

It was quite a sight. I have no idea how long he face-fucked her, as she lapped and fingered her pussy, her fingers exploring her bottom, but I watched closely, waiting to see how Chrissy would react, if she would orgasm and even though her body gave everything it was obvious she had not.

As the lovely lady finally gave up, her face covered in Chrissy’s juices, she stood and, as a parting gift, she slapped her bottom, and I saw the reaction. Chrissy’s body jumped, just a little, but it jumped. The cock in her mouth stifled any noise. The black gentleman had hold of her head and was driving his cock as deep as he could.

OK, I thought, let’s see what happens. The lead was hanging off the table, so I took it, and using the leather handle, I gave her bottom a little slap. Fuck!

This time her body definitely jumped, but instead of her bottom squeezing tight, she pushed it up and out, offering me it. Slap; the same reaction. Slap; and again, Slap and this time I saw her pussy pulse. Slap; again, and again. And the more I smacked her, the more she seemed to want, and when she finally pushed the cock away from her face, she let me know.

“Oh, fucking hell, harder, harder, for fucks sake, harder!!!” and, as I did, her whole body jerked and shuddered, her pussy seeming to gape open. “Somebody, fuck me, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

As the big black cock slipped deep into her, she began to thrust, hard back onto him as he drove into her, and then she turned to look at me, “I need more, for fuck’s sake! Slap me, slap me! Harder, harder!”

I have no idea how many times I smacked her but her bottom was red and still she wanted more, and even when he came, his cum flying out over her bottom and back, her hands dived between her legs, she begged me to hit her harder. And finally, she orgasmed.

I had never seen anyone orgasm like that, and I have seen hundreds in my time. It took me, and the lovely Jason and Michael, sometime before we got her downstairs. She had remained in a ball, quivering, shaking, shuddering, almost sobbing, her perspiration running off her hot body, one hand still firmly between her legs, her thighs so tight I thought she would crush her fingers.

Chrissy

I do not like being late for work, well late for me anyway. I was still the first of the waiting staff and I got on with laying the tables as best I could. Despite the lotion Jane had given me, my bottom was sore and even bending over to sort the cutlery hurt.

But that wasn’t what was on my mind. Nor was the fact that I had fucked by two gorgeous young men, and by a lovely couple, in front of fifty or more people, many of which were openly masturbating whilst they watched me. No, that was not what was occupying my mind. I had orgasmed! And my whole body knew it!

When the boys had finished with me, I knew something was brewing deep inside me, but I still could not get there and, despite the best efforts of that lovely lady, it was no nearer. And then I felt the slap of the lead on my bottom. Fuck!

It had been like a bolt of electricity through me and, even though it had hurt, I felt a surge of lust and then another and another, and it built and built, every slap sending more and more electric shocks through my entire body. But when he had come and I felt the splashes on my bottom and back, I needed more and, as the slaps continued and I managed to get my fingers onto my throbbing clit, it hit me like a thunderbolt.

So that was an orgasm! Fucking hell, it wasn’t like anything I had ever experienced before. It was if every sensual nerve in my body had exploded and I remember my body shaking uncontrollably, every part of me gushing with pleasure, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, so wonderful and, even now, some twelve hours later, my body was still experiencing the after-affects, a wonderful feeling of utter contentment.

Sundays were a short day, a lunchtime only, so I was pleased when we had finally finished and I strolled home in the late afternoon sunshine but my heart sank as I approached my flat.

I fucking hate it, but it was all I could afford. I had a single, poxy, damp and smelly room and had to share a kitchen and bathroom with two guys whose idea of hygiene was changing their underwear once a month. But, as I said, that was all I could afford.

I sat on the bed and grabbed my phone. I never take my phone to work, as I find it a distraction, and I was surprised I had a couple of miscalls from a number I didn't recognise. And there was a message from the same number.

“Hi Chrissy, this is Jane. Just checking that you are OK. Thank you for last night. You were just wonderful! Ring me, when u can. Xxx”

It was then I spotted the envelopes. The first had my name, neatly written, and my heart fluttered as I opened it. Fucking hell! As I counted the twenty-pound notes my excitement rose. Oh my! This was over a month’s salary for me, in cash. Oh wow!

The second envelope was blank, but I did remember Jane handing it to me, describing it to me as “a whip-round” which I had found funny at the time. As I opened it my heart was racing. Holy fucking Moly!

The notes were all random and after fanning them out, I quickly put them into their respective piles; tens, double the amount of twenties, and to my delight, fifties! I had only ever seen a fifty-pound note once, perhaps twice in my life. I counted it out and could not stop smiling, so I counted it again, and then again. And my phone rang.

“Hi Chrissy, it’s Jane,”

“Hi Jane, sorry I was at work, only just got home.”

“Work!? You went to work this morning?”

“Yes, of course I did.”

“Blimey, you are a worker, aren’t you?”

“I don’t have a choice!”

“Chrissy, you were wonderful last night!”

“Thank you.”

“Would you like to meet up for a late afternoon drink, on me, of course.”

“Umm, now?”

“Yes, if you can. There is something I’d like to discuss with you.”

I had changed and was strolling across the park to the pub where she had suggested we meet and I had decided to take a five-minute detour. As I went around the corner my heart fluttered.

I had walked down here many times, and it was always the same. Nothing special, just a terrace of small Victorian houses, referred to as “two up two down.” It was pedestrian-only, which added to its charm. All had small rear gardens that backed onto a lane, each with its own parking spot just big enough for a small car. Yes, I had done my research.

An elderly lady was sweeping her doorstep, and next door a gentleman tending his window boxes.

“Good afternoon,” another lady said, standing at her front gate, smiling at me.

“Good afternoon,” I replied, with my biggest smile and just before I turned the corner I stopped and looked back down the terrace.

“One day, Chrissy, one day,” I said softly to myself. One day.