{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"17f94823-5a48-42dc-8e29-2d2e7f612acf","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-07-07T22:06:08.997Z","title":"La Soirée","slug":"la-soire","shortId":"tIx5qCk9","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"He is receiving some friends at home, and she is going to be just ravishing.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"ea2679dc-d4ef-465f-bcd2-218589e48fe1","title":null,"summary":"(Disclaimer: written for a friend who insisted in VERY special \nthings she wanted to read about. As ","wordCount":2413,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

(Disclaimer: written for a friend who insisted in VERY special \nthings she wanted to read about. As usual get CONSENT, or go home)

This evening was special, so he said. He had friends coming over and asked you to be absolutely stunning.

+ He is an old friend from Paris + he explained while he was helping \nyou to wash you in the bathtub + We both did some dumb things when we \nwere young + He helped you to shave, to choose your parfume + His wife, \noh, you will love her.

- But I don't speak French - you said while he helped you to make up

+It doesn't matter, you will charm them. There use that other lipstick.

- The dark red one?

+ That's no red, my dear. That's bordeaux + He picks some clothes from the wardrobe + Put these on. You shall be so classe.

His friend arrived on time, they embraced, and interchanged some \nwords in French you cannot but guess they were some playful insults \nmixed in between. He was more pudgy and balding than your man,. He was \nalso smaller and he couldn't stop moving his arms nervously and talking \nway too fast, but he got some kind of aura, of secret beneath, you \nimagine.

He came with his wife, who was also in the forties, but much better \nlooking. There was some kind of aggressive feral scent on her beauty, \nthe way she walked, the way she exuded confidence on herself. You could \nhave sworn that the smile on her face when she greeted your man could \nhave hidden a row of bare fangs to devour him in one bite.

You were there standing up, wearing some high quality black stockings and a transparent silky short négligé.\n Simplicity was class, he told you. High heels that made you feel having\n awesome legs, light make-up except for your darkened lips, sweet sandal\n and rose scent.

You wore a collar, a black leather band with a leash, it calmed you, \nyou would be a nervous wreckball otherwise. You felt marvelous with \nyourself. None of them said anything to you, they just handed their \ncoats that you promply picked up.
\nAt that moment the woman looked at you directly into your eyes and your \nconfidence on yourself shattered; you felt more naked than ever.

Your man cooked for hours, but at the end he produced only some \nlittle snacks, all beautiful as jewelry, they were disposed in a plate \ngraciously. Apart from that there were only like fifteen different kinds\n of cheese varying from stinky to stinkier. You were sure he wished to \ngive his friend something to remember their time together in France.

They were in the lounge, on the comfty armchairs, talking, mostly the\n two men while she just kept smiling at their animated chatting. You \nunderstood that the woman wasn't proficient in French for they were \nconversating in English.

You brought the food from the kitchen, walking graciously, and at \nthat moment she looked at your way again, piercing your mind. She was \nmeasuring you with her sight. Your nipples tenderly hidden by the soft \nfabric immediately lost their puffiness and pointed out as a reaction. \nYou almost lost your foot and you failed to spread all the food on the \nfloor. She eyed you until you put the plate on the tea table.

~ Thank you ~ she said ~ Serve me some wine please ~ Each one of her words carried a compelling order.

¬ Yes, we brought an excellent Bordeaux, open the bottle for us! ¬ The guest had a thicker French accent than your man, but it wasn't deprived of his charm.

You eyed the bottle, it seemed aged, and the bottle opener. You never\n used one of them, but you have seen him opening bottles quite some \ntimes. You dig the curved opener on the cork, turning it ever deeper. \nEveryone was silent watching your efforts trying to pull unsuccessfully \nthe cork out of the bottle; it was so stuck, and standing on your heels \nyou simply couldn't put all the strenght into it. You feared to open it \nviolently and spilling all the wine everywhere.

You finally pulled it out of the bottle, but the cork teared up and \nhalf of it was still inside. You could feel the disappointment in the \nroom as a weighted stone.

+ Give me that, mademoiselle + Your man expertly pulled out the other half of the cork and gave you back the bottle to serve it.

You had to pour the wine first in a kind of big transparent vase and \nlet it get some air before pouring it on the glasses, that you were \ntaught and you felt happy to have remembered it. You could see their \neyes boring into your body, measuring every curve, every mole, every \nwave of your hair

~ Hasn't she ever opened a bottle before?

+ No, she isn't much a wine drinker, she simply doesn't like it

¬ Nonsense! That is because you must have offered her some cheap piquette to drink, worthy only to be spitten out!

+ Do I have to remember you that it was I who taught you to drink expensive?

~ In any case, I shan't have wine served by someone who doesn't \nappreciate it. Girl ~ she addresses to you directly ~ The first glass \noff that bottle is for you.

You felt nervous again, but the woman wouldn't accept any no for an \nanswer. You poured a glass of wine, and you drank it in front of them \nunder their scrutiniy. You knew the theory, you are an educated, \nintelligent and fine lady: You looked at the colour of the wine, dark, \nturbulent; you smelled it, like some old wood bark, and carefully you \nsipped it, turning it inside your mouth before gulping it to appreciate \nall the flavours. It was so strong, so coarse, that your eyes watered \nand it burned from your throat to your stomach, heating your insides. \nYou recovered yourself and poured the three other glasses, so the guests\n and your man enagaged in the same little ritual, but with smiles and \ndelectacy at the end.

¬ So, girl, what do you think of the wine from my region? I can swear\n that this bottle is older than you are. Drink some more. A toast, a \ntoast my friends.¬ And they three raised their glasses and so you had \nto.

The evening continued . You were asked to serve more wine while they \nenjoyed the food. You were hungry and you were only allowed to drink. \nThe alcohol was affecting you with haste.

You suddenly noticed that the conversation turned more to sexual \nmatters, old stories happened at Paris, things that were done, or those \nwho were dreamt to be done. You felt how they were looking at you. The \nwoman asked you to approach, she kissed and smelled your neck. Her hands\n wandered over your breasts, your stomach, in the inner side of your \nthighs, while the men kept talking, as if you two were not there. She \nliked to pull from the leash on your collar and kiss your lips.

~ I love this girls breasts ~She said while groping posesively one of\n them ~ Such precious lovely sensitive nipples ~ She pinched and twisted\n savagely one of them. A gasp of pain escaped from your lips. ~ Oh, that\n doesn't hurt that bad, pretty girl. Hold my wine, let's play a game.

You took her glass and stand in front of her. She took a crop from \nbehind the armchair and put the leather tip on your nipple. You breath \nnervously and glance at your man, but he is buried in the conversation \nwith his friend, talking in French again.

A sharp slashing hit on your nipple brings your mind to the reality. \n You open your mouth as screaming silently. You look at the woman who is\n grinning like a feline playing with her prey.

~ Do not spill a drop of the wine in the glass, sweetheart, that would displease us all.

More hits on your sensitive nipple until you feel it ablaze. Tears \nfalling freely on your cheeks, and your whole concentration is on the \nglass you are holding with your hand.

+ I think she has done admirably, don't you think? + The voice of your man stopped the mistreating of your poor breast.

~ Oh, she has. Drink girl, the wine from my glass, you deserved it.

¬ I think she deserves another prize.

+ She must be hungry. She has been eyeing the hors d'oeuvres since I was preparing them .

~ Girl, come towards me and turn around.

She used the leash of your collar to tie up both your arms behind \nyour back. Your breast felt swollen and aching, your nipple twice its \nsize under the silky dress, stingy, throbbingly painful. Your head \nspinned from the alcohol and the empty stomach.

~ Girl, have this ~ and she dropped in front of you a strange \nspherical snack, glazed, like a chocolate , but you know for sure it's \nproper food and not a sweet. With your arms tighly tied behind you you \nare forced to kneel in front of the food and try to pick it with your \nmouth.

The blasted thing is slippery and you curse French cuisine. You can \nfeel the sights of the guests looking at your exposed sex . It doesn't \nmatter, your mind is fixed on that ball of juicy French delicacy.

You almost get it, and at that time, you feel the crop tip opening a \nway between the lips of your sex, you gasp and miss the snack.

~ Look, she is all excited! I didn't even have to push, the crop \nslipped inside with too much ease. Do you enjoy exposing your holes to \nmy husband?

She keeps prodding your pussy with the crop, while you keep pushing \nthe damn ball all around the room. Every time you are about to snatch \nit, she smacks hard between your butt cheeks, or your clitoris with the \ncrop. You hate that thing. You scream and shout, unable to stand up. \nYour thigs burn, your pussy burns.

Next time it is yours, you pounce and fall opon it, you bite the ball\n and the savourous inside stuffing feels your mouth. You stand up \nvictorious and look at your man, but he is lost talking to his friend, \nnobody has watched you claiming your prize; even the woman had got bored\n of hitting you and rejoined the two friends having chosen a bottle of \nwhite wine.

She approached the two men and whispered something you didn't \nunderstand, but all three of them laughted vividly, then looked at you \nwith growing interest.

The man stand up and approached you. He had a nice man's face, a \ntrustworthy smile. He was sharply shaved, not a single hair out of his \nhairstyle, and the nails on his hands were carefully clipped. He stood \nin front of you.

¬ Undress me, petite ¬ You looked at him puzzled, your arms were still tighly tied up behind your back ¬ Use your imagination.

You used your mouth to undo the buttons of his shirt. You had to bite\n and pull some of them but it doesn't seem to matter. You unbuckle his \nbelt and unbutton his trousers. He helps you until he is completely \nnaked in front of you. You look at your man but he is just talking with \nthe wife with little interest of what is happening to you.

The man was completely shaved off, even his legs. He was smelling \nlike lavander, fresh and clean. His penis was disappointingly small. You\n kissed around and started to suck him, playing with his sex with your \ntongue. He kept tenderly caressing your head, burrowing his fingers in \nyour hair.

It didn't work. He was soft, no matter what you do, licking, sucking,\n slurping. He just kept stroking calmly your head with caring touches.

Suddenly you felt it going stiffy. You looked at your man and you \nnoticed both him and the woman looking at you. She had her hand between \nher legs and another one on her breast. She was looking at you two with \nunconcealed lust.

You understood at that moment, she was the Alpha of that couple, she \ngets excited keeping her husband like a prized possession, and she gets \noff watching him having sex with other women; as for him, he gets \naroused watching his wife getting excited.

¬ Now Darling? ¬ He asks. She keeps fondling her sex under her skirt \npassionately while she sucks at her own fingers. She nods vehemently.

You feel his penis growing up immensely inside your mouth. He was a \nhell of a grower. He suddenly tights her fist in your hair, pushing your\n head towards him until his sex makes it difficult for you to breath. He\n then slams his other fist hard into one of your eyes. A punch that \nmakes you yelp and see stars.

A second punch falls upon your eye again. You try to not bite his \npenis off out of reflex. It is still hitting the back of your throat, \nyou feel him shaking, trembling. You hear him moaning, you hear her \nmoaning. A third punch, a fourth, you lose count, your face is numb \nwith pain, unable to escape his grip and with your arms expertely tied \nup.

She cums loudly, and so does him just seconds after, filling your \nmouth with warm bubbly sperm (that later you would realize it was \ntasting of lavander too..). Everyone in the room is breathing heavily. \nYour eye is swelling up, you feel it ballooning and heavy, lost in a \ndull throbbing pain that covers your whole side of your face. You are \ncoughing his sperm, you feel exhausted.

You see suddenly the woman in front of you, drunk with lust, watching\n at you like a wild feline eying her dinner. She unties you and brings \nyou to the couch. She muttters no word, she touches your bruised face, \nwith evident glee poking your swollen blackening eye. She caresses your \nbody and burrows her face between your legs. Her expert lips and tongue \nstart toying with your sex, making you moan and get lost in pleasure \nwith ridiculous ease.

In the midst of your reverie you can just listen the two men talking again while heat inside you is being built up.

¬ She is fabulous. ¬ The guest whizzed ¬ Un jouet merveilleux .

+ Le meilleur de tous, mon ami, le meilleur de tous. Je suis un homme chanceux. Elle m'est très précieuse.

And they clink their glasses while they watch you having your first orgasm of the evening.

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