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Like the rockstars we are, Bell and I had arrived late to my going away party. We were at some joint in the hills just outside of Hollywood. It was a raucous entrance. I was being passed around, getting slugs and hugs from everyone. My favorite coworkers had reserved an area of the bar for the party. Most had already been drinking and were liquored up.Bell and I were bouncing from table to table, talking to whoever for a bit, then moving on. I saw this one receptionist, in particular, M sitting all proper with her date in the middle of a big booth. M is very quiet and shy. She looks like an African Queen, with her long neck, little smoosh nose, and beautiful wide Egyptian-type eyes. She’s very petite and speaks with an accent. We had never socialized outside the office.I’d walked into the empty reception area on occasion and had surprised M by walking in and catching her while she checked her eye makeup in a small compact mirror. She would blush and then try to hide it away quickly. “You look fine!” I’d always tell her. Eventually ‘you look fine’ turned into me just gasping like she took my breath away each time I saw her alone in the large foyer. She’d blush and bat her eyes every single time. I pretended to stroll past M’s table, then turned towards her and gasped. “Ahhh, there she is.” She was still blushing as I slid into the booth, sitting closely next to her. As we made small talk, my wife Bell came over and joined us at the table. I introduced Bell and M to one another and soon they were talking about that thing I do when I see M.Out of nowhere, M says, “I must confess that I have a huge crush on Stiv.”I was very shocked and flattered.Bell, unfazed, said, “Well, yeah, of course, you do. Stiv has Elvis.” M’s date, Whatshisface, got up quietly to use the little boy’s room. Whatshisface was never even introduced to us. He had zero Elvis.Although it was my going away party, I was giving away small gifts. Trinkets that had been chosen specifically for each person and our work relationship. Most of them were harmless. Yo-yo’s, plastic toy brains, boss catapults, rubber chickens, and such, except for one of which was very tasteless and very naughty. It was meant to go to my closest coworker of many years, Ahole.The bags must have gotten mixed up somehow, when Ahole opened his bag, he found the inhaler meant to be in M’s gift bag. Oh shit! I worried. Ahole was supposed to have received a dildo, cast from my cock, so that he can forever ‘suck Kartal Escort my dick.’ I thought it funny at the time but this was horrible. Someone else held a bag with a suction cup dildo molded from my hard cock, complete with big, heavy balls.M’s gift bag felt heavy. She wondered what it could be. Reaching past the pink tissue paper, she found ‘her’ prize wrapped in red tissue. No! No, no, no, no, I thought. I’m dead! Right here, right now, is when I die. I tried to retrieve the bag but was too late. She held the still wrapped prize up and felt the weight, shaking it like one would a Christmas present.“Ahhh!” M gasped loudly.Everyone turned and saw her holding a rubber cock. Pretty embarrassing to be honest. I would never have done that had I thought that could happen. I’m no John Holmes, but I’ve been told I possess the perfect cock. Every girl with a mate of average size tells her man this. We all had a big laugh at my expense.“Oh my god, M, I’m so sorry. That was meant for Ahole. Let me take that tasteless thing and dispose of it.” “No, it’s mine, it was in my gift bag,” she said, as she shifted in her seat a bit, “besides, it looks pretty tasty to me!”Even with her very dark skin, we saw the blush on her face. She was wearing body glitter and it went well with her shade of red. While the party raged on, everything became a crazy, loud blur. M could not stop taking ‘her gift’ out of the gift bag and admiring it. Holding it by the balls and wielding it like a microphone, she began using it to interview people on camera. She would then wrap it up and put it back in the bag. She’d hold the bag a few inches off the table and drop it with a thud. Over and over again, Thud! She kept giggling and dancing in her seat next to Bell and me, while we were involved in kissing each other’s faces.Bell had worn a shortish skirt and was showing her sexy ankles and smooth calves. I had somehow talked her into not wearing panties. The three of us were squeezed together tightly in a big dark booth. M kept fidgeting with her new toy. She was having fun unwrapping it and acting like she had no idea what it was, then gasping.“I’m finding it very erotic to see M fondling your cock,” Bell whispered. “It’s making me moist where my panties should be.”Being the parched, horned pig dog that I am, I had to seek out said moisture. So, against Bell’s very weak protest, I worked my palm up along her thighs which led me to that gooey Kartal Escort Bayan spot. I found it to be very moist down there. If Bell hadn’t jumped in her seat and let out a surprised moan, no one would’ve suspected that I’d run my fingertip up her wetness and over her clit. M’s eyes widened when she realized what was going on under the table. A little pout formed on her face like she wanted some too. Encouraged by Bell not slapping my hand away from her pussy, I continued playing with her under the table. “Are we making you uncomfortable, M?” Bell asked, “Would you like us to stop carrying on?”“Please don’t stop,” M replied softly. “I think it’s beautiful you two are so passionately hot for each other right here, right now.” M declared, “I’m enjoying the atmosphere.”M took a deep breath. Her small, perky boobs pushed out against her tight bra top. A dark nipple was threatening to expose itself. Her eyes were very sultry looking, half closed with lust.“Whatshisface just left and drove off,” I told M.“Good thing, he was a total creep!” M said. “Stiv, can you believe he tried to touch my thigh under the table?” she giggled.“No fucking way,” I laughed “who does stuff like that?”Bell says, “I’d let Elvis touch me under the table.”We spent a few minutes laughing at Whatshisface’s expense.“LAST CALL!” the bar back yelled out. “You don’t have to go home, but, you can’t stay here!” added one of the bouncers.We’d realized everyone had left and M had no ride home. Bell and I, had used a car service and we offered to make sure M arrived home safe. Bell and I took the rear-facing seat behind the driver. M occupied the seat across from us. I knocked on the privacy glass to tell the driver we had another stop to make. Bell was on my left side as I continued to not ‘very discreetly finger her’ under her skirt, completely out of view of the driver. The driver lowered the privacy glass to ask for the new destination. “Bell, May I come home with you two?” M asked, “I would love to watch you two make love.” Bell answered, “Of course, you may come home with us.”“No need for a new destination, sir,” M says to the driver. “I’m going home with Bell and Stiv to watch them make love. Now roll up your little window and keep your silly, pervert eyes on the road.” M said, shaking her new toy at the driver.The driver almost crashed the car when he heard the exchange coming from the backseat. I was triple floored. I never dreamed Escort Kartal Bell would say yes to such a request. I almost died. I’m not gonna lie. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to perform. Bell and M locked their eyes together as Bell sat back confidently and spread her legs, exposing her trim bush. M took a few short, deep breaths as Bell began to bully her clit. Bell maintained this eye contact as she slid a middle finger down where she tested her gooey wetness. M was squirming in her seat as Bell masturbated in front of her.“I’m gonna cum!” Bell whimpered.“Don’t do that, we’re home!” I laughed.We exited the town car and headed up the steep, dark driveway to the front door. M was skipping as she followed behind us, carrying her gift bag in front of her. I had my hand up Bell’s skirt from behind, two fingers pushed in her pussy, helping to guide her to the door.The girls headed straight for the bathrooms when I finally got the front door open. I went to the kitchen to fix some drinks and prepare some smoke. I needed to heat a whole jar of coconut oil because that’s how we do it. If M wanted to watch how we make love, she was also gonna see how we fuck.I heard M as she sauntered down the hallway from the back en suite. Stepping slowly and deliberately, her big club heels were loud in the silence of the late hour. M stopped where I had closed the louvered doors that separate the front from the back. When I heard Bell stepping down the hallway, my heart stopped beating and my cock got hard. I knew that sound, Bell had her ‘Whore Shoes’ on. I knew she hadn’t worn them to the party. ‘Whore Shoes’ are only for serious fucking or the Witches Ball, and this isn’t Halloween! The footsteps stopped at the closed doors with a stomp. I was scared.Bell burst through the doors like a boss and announced, “We heard there’s a certain cock here. Who’s responsible for this, this dildo!”With my back to the doors getting ice, I turn to see the girls, tits out, in just their skirts and club heels. M stood there with one hand on her hip and “her new toy” in the other, sort of shaking it at me. I could smell the deliciousness of two aroused pussies and showed it by taking a deep breath of air. “I suppose that would be me,” I said with a grin.M reached under her skirt, pulled off her wet panties, and held them up to my face. “See what you’ve done,” she scolded, “my panties are soaked!”Bell strutted over to me in those shoes and said, “I told you making that dildo was gonna get you in trouble.” Bell brought my hand up to her mouth and sucked on the fingers I had in her pussy. She led me to the couch where she dropped to her knees in front of me.“Let’s get this cock out,” ordered Bell, as she undid my pants and fished out my painfully hard cock.