The Dinner Party: Part I

Oh God this party is boring. I look up from my wilted bit of salad and see the person next to me try to catch my eye. I lock eyes for a second and give up a half-hearted sort of grin, and then pretend to be interested in my plate. In truth, my plate is more interesting. I agreed to come to this party mostly out of obligation to a friend, and every moment I continue to languish at this nightmare of a dinner all I can think of is just how many drinks this friend owes me. The hostess is one of those over-the-top sort of personalities who adheres to some bizarre sense of antiquated decorum. So, the party is a little bit too overdone, and the guests don’t know how to react. It was very awkward. Much to my dismay, the hostess had put out place cards and had everyone seated in the old-fashioned boy-girl style. Which meant, unfortunately, that I was one part of the only couple who ended up much separated from my date. I looked up and watched my date from across the huge table. She looked incredible. The crisp lines of her new grey suit were becoming on her. Earlier in the evening she had strutted back and forth across the house as she tried out different movements in the suit. I remember watching her and how aroused I was by her masculinity and blushed slightly. She looked so at ease as she talked shop with the two men seated on either side of her. After a few minutes they all erupted in laughter. She must’ve felt me staring because she cut her eyes to the side and gave me a long lingering look.

And, that was how the dinner progressed. I made slight small talk with the seriously intimated men on either side of me while I watched and was watched by my date. Every time I thought that she had forgotten about me she would level me with a long stare; one time she grinned. I kept my wine glass steadily at my lips to avoid having to talk overmuch to anyone; it felt too overwhelming to speak any more than necessary. By the dessert course of the meal, my glass had been silently refilled countless times and I felt near to bursting.

As soon as it was politely possible, I dabbed the napkin to my lips and excused myself to the ladies room. While I walked down the long narrow hallway indicated by a serviceperson, I reveled in the way my long gown swished as I stepped. Truly, I thought, Dorothy Parker had it right; there is nothing better than a new gown. The ladies room was romantically lit with flickering candles; it was a beautiful room. I guessed that it must be part of the hostess’s boudoir or something like it; it was so delightfully feminine. I used the toilet and then went to wash and primp myself before the mirror. I sighed with delight as I saw the face in the mirror; truly everyone looks good by candlelight. I smoothed one stray hair back in the place and left the room.

The hallway was dark and strangely quiet. I could hear some muted voices coming from the dining room; but they were so far away that it made me feel quiet alone. Suddenly, a strong arm circled my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth. I was pulled close back against the front of someone and I felt hot breath against my ear as I heard: “You are not to make a sound. Understand?”

Some small relief washed through me because that voice belonged to her, my date. At the same time a hot wave of desire rushed across me because that voice belonged to her, my date, and I had no idea as to what would be expected of me. She pulled me backward, moving too fast so I was partially dragged, and I found myself back in the restroom. She turned, still holding fast to my waist and mouth as she shouldered the door shut. Her voice was gruff as she spoke “lock it.” And, I did.

She pushed me forward and bent me over the sink so I could see her face in the mirror. As her eyes locked into mine in the mirror she spoke: “I will move my hand away. But, you are not allowed a sound.” I nodded my acquiescence, and she removed her hand and slid her arm away from my waist. She stood erect behind me, resplendent in her suit. I stayed put in my stance at the sink. I watched her in the mirror and I could feel my nipples hardening underneath the fabric of my dress; I was her plaything.

“You like being bent over that sink, don’t you? You little slut. All night long you have tempted me. You wear that dress. You give me looks. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

As her words rain down on me, she stands directly behind me and runs her hands down my hips and over my ass. She begins to pull up on the fabric of my gown and raises it until my bare ass is exposed.

“You eager little bitch! You are eager aren’t you? Not wearing any panties because you just want to be that ready for me don’t you? At any time I can have you; you know that don’t you. You know that I will take you anywhere I want at anytime I want. I control your pussy.”

While she makes her speeches I don’t utter a word. They all seem rhetorical. I am her slut, I am eager for her, and I didn’t wear any panties tonight because I knew the sight of my naked ass under all my clothing would incense her. I want to know what she will do with me, how she will use, what I will be asked to do in order to show her my perfect submission. Her words excite me and my breath becomes so ragged it makes a noise.

She rears back and slaps my ass hard: “I told you no noises at all.”

The sting of her hand makes me thrust my hips, and she steadies them and pulls them back to expose me even more.

“No. No you don’t. You keep your ass where you know it belongs.”

She slaps my ass again. And again. And again. Until she finds a rhythm that comes from deep within side of her. I can hear her breath become uneven as she becomes tired from the exertion of constantly moving her hand back so far to strike at me. With each sting slap I want to arc my hip and make movements to beg for her. But, I am not allowed this. Instead I keep my eyes locked on myself in the mirror. The more aroused I become I feel my body respond. My nipples are so taut beneath my dress they ache. My pussy is sore and I can feel the sweet wetness of it running down my legs. My legs feel like jelly as she continues to rain hits on me, and I think of what more I can do to show her how much I want this; how much I need it. In the mirror, I watch my eyes become hard, then transcendent as the pleasure of her pain races through my body. The straps of my dress slip down and I become slightly more exposed. Just as suddenly as it begins, the spanking ends. She moves away from me and sits on a small settee behind me so I can’t see her. I nearly moan with the absence of her.

“Spread your legs wider.” She commands. And, I do.

“Wider!” And I move my legs so far apart that I fear I may slip to floor. My dress is bunched up around my waist, so she can see all of me from my waist down. The idea of being so undressed for her, solely for the purpose of her enjoyment, thrills me.

“Put your ass higher for me.” This movement is more difficult. But I find in arching my back more I am able to lift my ass. I am so eager to please her; I can feel the juices from my pussy that had smeared against my inner thighs when my legs were more together. This stance leaves my genitals near fully exposed for her. I can feel the soft air of the room brush across my pussy as my wetness slips from me. My arms fully grip the sink and I can see my breasts are pushing downward in the basin. My dress slips so far down that on breast is fully revealed showing a hard, pink nipple.

She reappears in the mirror and I can see her come closer to me. Her fingers push into me harshly, exploring the insides of me. “Dirty little slut. You can’t get enough of doing for me, can you? All you want is for me to fuck you. You can’t wait to work my huge cock can you? Are you going to be a good little slut? No noise?”

Oh god. Her cock. I can feel it now pressing into the soft flesh of my ass. She is right. I do want it. Badly. I want to spread open for her, take her and let her do what she will with me. I want to please her so much. I will agree to anything so long as she will pump that cock into me.

I nod as she smacks at my ass a few times.

“Good slut.”

And with no more preamble, she grabs into my hair and runs the entire length of her cock into me and forces herself as deep as she can go. I focus hard on not making any noise and in doing so catch myself staring at her in the mirror. She catches my eye and locks into my stare as she thrusts into me. She thrusts hard; using me for her pleasure. My body rocks hard against the sink as she pumps me. My breasts bounce in the sink and she moves her hand from my hair to my shoulder as she uses my own body to work herself into me hard and deeper.

A knock comes on the door.

She responds never missing a thrust “One moment.” Her eyes never leave mine. And it is so erotic to me to be bent over this sink as her playing, to know someone is just a door-width away from us, to feel her from behind pumping into me, my cunt spread so wide that I am completely filled with her. . .All this, and I am able to stare into her eyes. She takes from me what she will; what I openly give. I work on making sure my ass is thrust up high enough for her, to make sure that I give all she asks of me. I feel my body start to quiver as her thrusts become more frantic. I can feel every last bit of her and she slides nearly all the way out and thrusts back in with so much force. The lips of my cunt grab at her and try to hold on to more and more of her as I begin to climax and clench at her cock. As the force of her dominance erupts inside me, I shudder and make only one soft solitary noise; a harsh sigh that emits from my lips at the moment of my highest peak. She explodes inside me with one last harsh thrust and heavy breath.

Without removing her cock, nor breaking her stare, she slaps my ass again. “My dirty little slut. You made a noise.”

She moves back from me and I maintain my stance as I have not been given leave to move. Efficiently, she smooths out her suit and moves her hair back into place. I watch in the mirror as she moves and takes something from her pocket.

“Now. I am going to leave in a moment. I want you to make yourself presentable. You are allowed to fix your face, your dress, and your hair. However, you are not allowed to clean your pussy. Little slut. That is mine, and I will not permit it.”

As she says these words she kneels behind me and pushes something small and hard into my cunt. She stands back up.

“I expect that to remain in until I remove it.”

And, with that she leaves the room. I hear her exchange brief words with the person waiting outside. The words “girlfriend, upset,” and “just a moment” are uttered. I do all that was asked of me smoothing out my hair and doing my best to reset my crumpled dress. As I move my legs back together and make the mincing steps required of me in this dress, I feel all my own wetness and hers trail down the insides of my legs. It makes my nipples stand out and my skin blush. I turn my hand on the doorknob and stroll outside.

I give the person patiently waiting a cursory nod and he replies with a small, tight, smile.

As I return to the dining room, I nearly trip as a quick vibrating movement blossoms from deep inside my pussy causing incomprehensible pleasure. I look up in shock and see my date across the room with a wicked grin on her face.

I gasp and think to myself just how very much better the night has become.