Out on the Town
Every year the law firm I work for has a big banquet for all the employees. The partners, associates, clerks, paralegals, and secretaries, and their dates, all come together for a fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, all paid for by the firm. This year we did it two weeks ago, in San Francisco. Not everybody can always make it, but everybody tries. This year there were about 55 to 60 of us there. The firm hired limos to take everybody down there and back, but my date and I had plans for after dinner, so we went in my car. In other years I've gone with my boyfriend, if I had one at the time, or with one of the guys I had been dating who looked like he might clean up nice (it's a suit and tie kind of occassion). This year my date was Kayla.
Although you know I'll pretty much fuck anything, man, woman, or dog, that moves, I draw the line at people I work with. I have never fucked any of the men or women at the office. I have fucked messengers and a mail man who come to the office, I have fucked other attorneys and cops who have come to the office, and I have even fucked former clients (male and female), but never any of my co-workers. It's not that I wouldn't like to. Some of them are pretty hot. But that could only lead to trouble. Plus, once I started, where would I stop? At any time there are between 30 and 40 people working there and right now thare are at least 20 that are do-able. If I did one of them, I'd have to do them all, just to be fair to me and them. Pretty soon I'd be banging them two at a time in the library and after awhile nobody would be getting any work done.
Anyway, despite the fact that I don't fuck the people at work, I know that some of their wives think I do. And I understand that. One of the reasons I am able to fuck so many people is because I look and act like somebody who likes to fuck a lot of people. Men and women pick up on this. I thought it might help then, if I went to the dinner with somebody whom I am quite obviously very much in love with. That's why I invited Kayla. I figured if they saw me around her, and the way I act around her, they might be more at ease with the thought of me being around their husbands and boyfriends. I don't know how well that will work.
I wore a gold open backed knee-length gown, slit up the back (pretty high) with a neck strap and plunging front. Kayla's was silver, same length but slit on the sides to mid-thigh. She also had no back but she had shoulder straps. We both wore heels and had our hair up off our necks. We looked good. Damn good!
Dinner was great. Wonderful food, lots of it, and a spectacular view. Everybody had a good time. I don't often get to go out with Kayla where we get dressed up and it was cool seeing the way others were looking at her and at us. I can just imagine the thoughts that were going through the guys minds about us, picturing us kissing, taking off each others' dresses, caressing each other and eating each other. Conversation was interesting. When people asked how long we'd known each other or what our relationship was, I was pretty honest. I admitted that we lived together, in a romantic way, which I'm sure fed some of those guys' fantasies even more (and, I hope, some of their wives' and girlfriends' fantasies, too). When one of the girlgriends asked Kayla what she does, I wasn't sure what she would say, but she kept it simple. She told the truth. Well most of it. She said that she's a dancer. When pressed, she admitted that she's a dancer at clubs. In San Francisco. Strip clubs. At this point I'm sure the lids were off all fantasies.
Somehow, I'm still surprised at how far some people will go with their questions in a setting like that, so I admit I was a little taken aback when the girlfriend persisted and asked how it felt undressing for guys when Kayla is a lesbian. (Keep in mind, our group is sitting at two long tables, about 12 to 14 people on each side, with a lot of conversations going on. At this point, I'm pretty sure I detected some of those other conversations dying out.) Oh, Kayla said, "I'm not a lesbian. I love Lisa, sure, and love making love to her, but I love guys too." She then explained how it makes her feel to strip and do lap dances for guys, to get them turned on. She even went so far as to mention that some of these guys she meets after she gets off work to finish what they started in the club (she didn't add, probably luckily, that some of these clients she fucks for money). When the girlfriend asked Kayla how I feel about this, Kayla, dear sweet Kayla, bless her soul, answered that "my goodness, Lisa likes guys too. In fact, Lisa fucks more guys than I ever could!." Well, so much for putting these women at ease about me working around their husbands and boyfriends.
After that, other little conversations broke out around us, but I think I noticed more glances our way after that, both from the guys and the women at the table. From both the guys and the women, the glances were a mixture of assessing us as threats and assessing us as sexual partners. I guess it's not a bad thing. Now the word is out at work that I'm a bisexual nymphomaniac. There are worse things you could have in a co-worker, right?
After dinner, when everybody else got in their limos and headed back to Santa Rosa, Kayla and I got in our car and headed down Van Ness to the Power Exchange. I've been to the PE four times now, once with a male date, twice alone, and now with Kayla. There are advantages to each way of going. I would say most of the people you find at the PE are straight males looking for sex with easy women. The problem for them is that there aren't that many straight women there by themselves to satisfy these guys. The first time I went there, alone, that worked out very well for me, giving me an unlimited supply of guys to fuck on a night when the selection wasn't bad. I ended up fucking about 4 or five guys and blowing a half dozen more. You have a choice of having your sex in private booths, on couches or throw pillows, or even on stage. I had a little of each, although I did all the blow jobs in the booths. They forbid unprotected sex at the club, so if you want bare back sex you have to do it where they can't see it. I have to get my tasty reward after a blowjobs, so they were all bare back.
The second time I went to the club I went with a date. We had been together a few times, fucking mostly in private, but once in a parking lot and once I gave him a hand/blow job in a movie theater. We wanted to fuck in front of others, so we went to PE and fucked first on a bed with others watching, then on a stage. Both times I ended up with the dick of some stranger in my mouth (covered, damn it!) while my date was fucking me. It was a very enjoyable night of very public fucking for me. In fact, as I write this, I am very much in the mood to do that again.
The next time I went I was again alone and this time the selection of guys seemed a bit desperate. I fucked three guys, one of whom I probably wouldn't have normally, then left early. I don't think I'll be going back again without a companion. I like being able to fuck as many people I meet there as I want to, but I don't want to have to rely on the existing pool of people.
So the other night, Kayla and I stroll in wearing our long evening coats and flat shoes we'd changed into. When we checked our coats we were both left wearing just the shoes and thongs. Have I mentioned that Kayla has the best body on the planet? Great big firm tits, a great ass, long shapely legs. Everybody, everywhere turns and looks when she passes. Imagine the reaction she gets walking into a sex club wearing just a thong and her sweet smile. For an hour or so, we just wandered through the club and watched. There are a couple S&M rooms in the club and these seem to draw the biggest crowds of spectators. Even though this is a public sex club, most people who pair up seem to do so in the public booths. You get some women who will dance on the stage and you get a lot of people who make out in the public rooms, but not too much actual public fucking goes on and not too many women walk around with even their tits fully exposed. As Kayla and I wandered around we would sometimes pause to kiss, or explore each other with our hands. A couple of times I bent over and bit her nipples. As this continued a crowd of half a dozen or so guys started to discretely follow us around (okay, they weren't really that discrete, but they did keep their distance - about 10 feet behind us).
After awhile we came to a room that has about 5 or 6 tiered rows in a semi-circle. We sat there and started making out, deep kissing and caressing, with our hands eventually finding and playing with each others' pussies. I worked my way down between Kayla's legs and pulled aside her thong and started licking, sucking, and probing with my tongue. As I got into that, on my knees between Kayla's legs, my own ass was up in the air wiggling back and forth. I felt somebody caressing it and glanced back over my shoulder to see an okay looking guy at full attention with his hands on my ass. I put my mouth and fingers back to work on Kayla's pussy and ass and felt my thong being pushed aside, followed shortly by a cock being clumsily pushed inside me. Because of the circumstances I was pretty wet and after an awkward beginning the guy was soon well inside me, fucking me at an ever increasing tempo. As he did that my slurping at Kayla's pussy became more enthusiastic as I fucked her ass with two fingers. I heard a familiar noise at one point and glanced up to see Kayla slurping on a fairly short but very fat cock. This increased my excitement and I pushed my ass back toward the thrusting cock behind me and in just a couple minutes realized the guy fucking me was not practicing safe sex (for that matter, neither was the guy Kayla was blowing) as I felt him flooding inside me. He pumped me until he was soft, then pulled out, followed by a gusher running down my inner thighs. I think he'd been saving up for that all night.
There was already another guy lined up to enter me, but I'm afraid I disappointed him by moving up and lying down on Kayla, licking her tits and kissing her throat while she continued to blow her new friend. When he came in her mouth I licked what was dribbling out of the corners, but the selfish bitch swallowed all the rest without sharing (that is so like her!). She and I cuddled and licked each other for awhile (she even very considerately licked my thighs clean), then got up and moved on to watch the other guests. Although I had kind of planned to fuck Kayla on the stage that night, we never got around to it. We both got tired around 2:00 and left.
We got home around 3. Too tired to shower, we just peeled off our thongs and crawled into bed. I fell asleep with my breasts pressed up against her back, my right hand cupping her right breast, my lips against her neck. That's how every night should end.
Although you know I'll pretty much fuck anything, man, woman, or dog, that moves, I draw the line at people I work with. I have never fucked any of the men or women at the office. I have fucked messengers and a mail man who come to the office, I have fucked other attorneys and cops who have come to the office, and I have even fucked former clients (male and female), but never any of my co-workers. It's not that I wouldn't like to. Some of them are pretty hot. But that could only lead to trouble. Plus, once I started, where would I stop? At any time there are between 30 and 40 people working there and right now thare are at least 20 that are do-able. If I did one of them, I'd have to do them all, just to be fair to me and them. Pretty soon I'd be banging them two at a time in the library and after awhile nobody would be getting any work done.
Anyway, despite the fact that I don't fuck the people at work, I know that some of their wives think I do. And I understand that. One of the reasons I am able to fuck so many people is because I look and act like somebody who likes to fuck a lot of people. Men and women pick up on this. I thought it might help then, if I went to the dinner with somebody whom I am quite obviously very much in love with. That's why I invited Kayla. I figured if they saw me around her, and the way I act around her, they might be more at ease with the thought of me being around their husbands and boyfriends. I don't know how well that will work.
I wore a gold open backed knee-length gown, slit up the back (pretty high) with a neck strap and plunging front. Kayla's was silver, same length but slit on the sides to mid-thigh. She also had no back but she had shoulder straps. We both wore heels and had our hair up off our necks. We looked good. Damn good!
Dinner was great. Wonderful food, lots of it, and a spectacular view. Everybody had a good time. I don't often get to go out with Kayla where we get dressed up and it was cool seeing the way others were looking at her and at us. I can just imagine the thoughts that were going through the guys minds about us, picturing us kissing, taking off each others' dresses, caressing each other and eating each other. Conversation was interesting. When people asked how long we'd known each other or what our relationship was, I was pretty honest. I admitted that we lived together, in a romantic way, which I'm sure fed some of those guys' fantasies even more (and, I hope, some of their wives' and girlfriends' fantasies, too). When one of the girlgriends asked Kayla what she does, I wasn't sure what she would say, but she kept it simple. She told the truth. Well most of it. She said that she's a dancer. When pressed, she admitted that she's a dancer at clubs. In San Francisco. Strip clubs. At this point I'm sure the lids were off all fantasies.
Somehow, I'm still surprised at how far some people will go with their questions in a setting like that, so I admit I was a little taken aback when the girlfriend persisted and asked how it felt undressing for guys when Kayla is a lesbian. (Keep in mind, our group is sitting at two long tables, about 12 to 14 people on each side, with a lot of conversations going on. At this point, I'm pretty sure I detected some of those other conversations dying out.) Oh, Kayla said, "I'm not a lesbian. I love Lisa, sure, and love making love to her, but I love guys too." She then explained how it makes her feel to strip and do lap dances for guys, to get them turned on. She even went so far as to mention that some of these guys she meets after she gets off work to finish what they started in the club (she didn't add, probably luckily, that some of these clients she fucks for money). When the girlfriend asked Kayla how I feel about this, Kayla, dear sweet Kayla, bless her soul, answered that "my goodness, Lisa likes guys too. In fact, Lisa fucks more guys than I ever could!." Well, so much for putting these women at ease about me working around their husbands and boyfriends.
After that, other little conversations broke out around us, but I think I noticed more glances our way after that, both from the guys and the women at the table. From both the guys and the women, the glances were a mixture of assessing us as threats and assessing us as sexual partners. I guess it's not a bad thing. Now the word is out at work that I'm a bisexual nymphomaniac. There are worse things you could have in a co-worker, right?
After dinner, when everybody else got in their limos and headed back to Santa Rosa, Kayla and I got in our car and headed down Van Ness to the Power Exchange. I've been to the PE four times now, once with a male date, twice alone, and now with Kayla. There are advantages to each way of going. I would say most of the people you find at the PE are straight males looking for sex with easy women. The problem for them is that there aren't that many straight women there by themselves to satisfy these guys. The first time I went there, alone, that worked out very well for me, giving me an unlimited supply of guys to fuck on a night when the selection wasn't bad. I ended up fucking about 4 or five guys and blowing a half dozen more. You have a choice of having your sex in private booths, on couches or throw pillows, or even on stage. I had a little of each, although I did all the blow jobs in the booths. They forbid unprotected sex at the club, so if you want bare back sex you have to do it where they can't see it. I have to get my tasty reward after a blowjobs, so they were all bare back.
The second time I went to the club I went with a date. We had been together a few times, fucking mostly in private, but once in a parking lot and once I gave him a hand/blow job in a movie theater. We wanted to fuck in front of others, so we went to PE and fucked first on a bed with others watching, then on a stage. Both times I ended up with the dick of some stranger in my mouth (covered, damn it!) while my date was fucking me. It was a very enjoyable night of very public fucking for me. In fact, as I write this, I am very much in the mood to do that again.
The next time I went I was again alone and this time the selection of guys seemed a bit desperate. I fucked three guys, one of whom I probably wouldn't have normally, then left early. I don't think I'll be going back again without a companion. I like being able to fuck as many people I meet there as I want to, but I don't want to have to rely on the existing pool of people.
So the other night, Kayla and I stroll in wearing our long evening coats and flat shoes we'd changed into. When we checked our coats we were both left wearing just the shoes and thongs. Have I mentioned that Kayla has the best body on the planet? Great big firm tits, a great ass, long shapely legs. Everybody, everywhere turns and looks when she passes. Imagine the reaction she gets walking into a sex club wearing just a thong and her sweet smile. For an hour or so, we just wandered through the club and watched. There are a couple S&M rooms in the club and these seem to draw the biggest crowds of spectators. Even though this is a public sex club, most people who pair up seem to do so in the public booths. You get some women who will dance on the stage and you get a lot of people who make out in the public rooms, but not too much actual public fucking goes on and not too many women walk around with even their tits fully exposed. As Kayla and I wandered around we would sometimes pause to kiss, or explore each other with our hands. A couple of times I bent over and bit her nipples. As this continued a crowd of half a dozen or so guys started to discretely follow us around (okay, they weren't really that discrete, but they did keep their distance - about 10 feet behind us).
After awhile we came to a room that has about 5 or 6 tiered rows in a semi-circle. We sat there and started making out, deep kissing and caressing, with our hands eventually finding and playing with each others' pussies. I worked my way down between Kayla's legs and pulled aside her thong and started licking, sucking, and probing with my tongue. As I got into that, on my knees between Kayla's legs, my own ass was up in the air wiggling back and forth. I felt somebody caressing it and glanced back over my shoulder to see an okay looking guy at full attention with his hands on my ass. I put my mouth and fingers back to work on Kayla's pussy and ass and felt my thong being pushed aside, followed shortly by a cock being clumsily pushed inside me. Because of the circumstances I was pretty wet and after an awkward beginning the guy was soon well inside me, fucking me at an ever increasing tempo. As he did that my slurping at Kayla's pussy became more enthusiastic as I fucked her ass with two fingers. I heard a familiar noise at one point and glanced up to see Kayla slurping on a fairly short but very fat cock. This increased my excitement and I pushed my ass back toward the thrusting cock behind me and in just a couple minutes realized the guy fucking me was not practicing safe sex (for that matter, neither was the guy Kayla was blowing) as I felt him flooding inside me. He pumped me until he was soft, then pulled out, followed by a gusher running down my inner thighs. I think he'd been saving up for that all night.
There was already another guy lined up to enter me, but I'm afraid I disappointed him by moving up and lying down on Kayla, licking her tits and kissing her throat while she continued to blow her new friend. When he came in her mouth I licked what was dribbling out of the corners, but the selfish bitch swallowed all the rest without sharing (that is so like her!). She and I cuddled and licked each other for awhile (she even very considerately licked my thighs clean), then got up and moved on to watch the other guests. Although I had kind of planned to fuck Kayla on the stage that night, we never got around to it. We both got tired around 2:00 and left.
We got home around 3. Too tired to shower, we just peeled off our thongs and crawled into bed. I fell asleep with my breasts pressed up against her back, my right hand cupping her right breast, my lips against her neck. That's how every night should end.
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