Malcolm and I attended a party this weekend that was just stupid good. We haven't had that level of abandon and relaxation in as long as I can remember. Many of our friends were there as well, though some couldn't make it at the last moment. But for those that did make it, it was crazy awesome.
Many people never consider the huge undertaking it is to throw an event like this. Hours and hours of answering emails, planning food, budgeting for necessities, dealing with peoples petty dramas. Dealing with no shows and last minute cancels. Policing adults so that your place doesn't get trashed. Being the perfect host despite how you are actually feeling. It gets to be overwhelming many times, so much so that when I hosted Affinity, it was more times than not that Liz or Ian found me tear-stained in my kitchen almost paralyzed by task overload. As the host/hostess, you can't really get down and enjoy yourself because the minute your back is turned, some fucked up shit is liable to happen. So you play a little bit here and there, never really letting your guard down, and hope to God that your mate will tolerate your mood and take care of you sexually when it's all done. Though we still play a fundamental role in pulling off these parties, the final stress isn't ours, and we can finally breathe, and make very very merry.
I knew this party was going to be extra special by the very virtue of the fact that so many of our dearest friends were going to be attending. Though we were disappointed in the last minute cancellation by my boytoy Ian and his girl, our friend Liz was still attending, and a last minute surprise of our friend Bill. Now, I've never featured Bill in a blog before, and mores the pity.
Bill is amazing, quite simply. Ripped, hung, and so damn easy on the eyes he's unforgettable. Luscious lips....great smile, easy going, and so reliable to be steady and carry a boatload of stamina. Quite simply, we love Bill. JT was also attending with some friends of his, and he is always a guaranteed good time as well. The night just kept lining up better and better.
And quite frankly, any night I'm with Malcolm at all is a guaranteed great night. To be in his hand and under his arm is all I need to be fulfilled. He never ever disappoints me, and is always the perfect date.
Malcolm had held me off all week, making me build up my energy towards the weekend, and building the anticipation little by little with his teasing remarks every day:
"You know that you're in for it at that party, don't you? I'm going to wail on you for HOURS until you don't have a voice left from screaming so much."
"I want to watch you sucking dick while I fuck you hard. You better swallow that cum too or I'll make you lick it off my fingers."
"I want people to watch you while I lick you and make you squirt."
And so the week went, until, picking him up in the car, I could feel myself creaming a little bit in anticipation of what was to come. We packed for the overnight, and got on the road, our good friend Liz following in her truck close behind us. It was a long-ish ride, about an hour, so we had time to chat and play in the car. One thing, since we've gotten back together, is that playfulness is so much more evident. Maybe we're more relaxed with each other, maybe we've seen the worst and now we're just more comfortable. I dunno for sure, but we play more, we laugh and joke more, and we definitely love more. He pushes me harder to sub, to accept him fully as my Dom. It was evident as I questioned him about route and direction. I know the way there, but he knew it better, and he would repeat...."Trust me, follow me." I caught myself beginning to argue, but quickly bit it back...."yes Daddy", and with that gave him my verbal consent to lead me, to care for and guide me and not just on the road. He knew I was acquiescing to much more.
We both helped to finish setting up the party when we arrived, finish some baking, some shoveling, some bed-making. Then we helped greet the guests and get the conversation flowing. Malcolm, as always, is great at getting people to talk and laugh. He has that kind of aura that makes people naturally gravitate towards him. They WANT to talk to him to get to know him. He also loves being the life of the party, so it all works out well, really. He teased me for a long while that night, not really thinking about pleasing me or letting me please him until later. We watched a bunch of women ride a sybian, and talked about how we felt about using it. My issue with the sybian is that it destroys my stamina...and when we're at a party, I need lots of stamina because Malcolm won't quit. Not until the sun shines...quite literally.
We decided to get things rolling by taking our friend Liz into a room. Luckily we bumped into another one of our lady friends who was coming out of the room with her boytoy. Malcolm took Kathy down on the mattress and started to lick her slowly. I love watching him and helping him....but my tongue wanted in too. So Liz became my willing victim. It's been simply ages since I had the joy of diving in and making her cum. Liz is gorgeous. She has the biggest breasts ever, an H cup I believe. And she is so responsive and vocal during sex. She also squirts buckets, which is amazing as well. So in I dived, with a happy harrumph, and licked and sucked her clit, fingered her juicy pussy, and made her cum at least as many times Malcolm made Kathy come. And then it was time to switch. LOLOL! Malcolm and I switched partners and started all over again, to equal effect. Round one, of about 20.
The girls needed to breathe and rehydrate, so he and I went out to the kitchen to get some water as well and clean up a bit. Having cum up your nose stings a bit, and makes us both laugh, so we took a moment to wash our faces, and hug and kiss each other, all the while tasting both women all over again. Malcolm decided to change into his kilt, I took a moment to check my phone, and we headed back upstairs to the party again. He looks so fucking hot in his kilt that after he'd finished boasting about it and prancing around, I hurried him over to the couch so that I could lift that kilt up and suck his big beautiful cock. I never get tired of having him in my mouth and throat, not ever. And he never gets tired of getting the best head he's ever gotten. That night, with people watching him and watching me, his cock was bigger than I've ever seen it....big enough to make me have to be careful not to scrape him. He was huge.
He did make me stop though, he definitely didn't want the fun to end so soon. He got up, tried to smooth his kilt down over the huge mountain of his cock, and went back to get a beer in the kitchen. We were approached by a new couple we'd chatted with earlier, and we consented to help them enjoy their first time. Being with newbies is as nerve-wracking for the experienced people as it is for the newbies. We dunno what expectation or preconceptions they may have, and we definitely don't want to intimidate or disappoint. And newbies can't always verbalize what they want because they just don't know. So we kept it slow and easy with them, soft swap only, side by side, Malcolm with her, me with her mate. It was a tender sweet moment, and we are glad they chose us to be their first. We hope they weren't disappointed, and hope they come back again for more.
When they left the room, Malcolm asked them to leave the door open. He came over to me and finally, FINALLY started fucking me with his big beautiful cock. I was drenched from coming and squirting, and was still breathless from the last orgasm, but feeling him shove inside so firmly until his cock was seated all the way in made me shiver, and it hit my magic spot. I squirted on him repeatedly. I honestly believe I could squirt on him endlessly in that position. He's so long he hits the back and triggers it. He loves the feel of my pussy, how it's wet, and hot, and he loves how I let him stretch it out any way he wants. He loves to get his hand up in there and fist me, then shove his cock inside and feel me contract around him. He fucked me nice and slow, loving the way he felt all that wetness glide around him.
The night became endless variations of him and I and Liz, and Bill, and a couple other of the men that attended. Malcolm would get me onto my knees, shove his cock into me, and invite a man for me to give head to so that he could watch me deep throat, knowing that the more he turned me on and made me cum, the harder I would shove that cock down my throat. He loves to watch the man's face as he realizes that he's never had his cock so far down a throat before, he says that their eyes roll up into their heads and their head kind of loll about. Then he'd move over to take care of Liz, and he'd hand me off to someone he trusted to keep fucking me, or fisting me, or eating me. I wouldn't always have to ability to see who it was, but that was Malcolm making me trust that he had my back, that he was in control no matter what. And it is extraordinarily erotic to be taken by a stranger, to not know who's hand is making you squirt, to not be sure who's cock is slamming home. I always knew, however, that Malcolm knew, and that was enough. Malcolm made sure that all my holes were busy.
It was getting on 5 am, and we were both exhausted. Malcolm hadn't cum yet though, and he won't finish inside of anyone else but me. So he flipped me onto my back, and he told me to play with myself while he fisted me. That final orgasm was the one that sent me over the edge, really. There are some orgasms where you just literally feel cells exploding inside your head, bright lights start to go off behind your eyes, and you feel like you could begin to lose consciousness. He brought me to that point then slammed his cock home so that he could feel those intense lasting contractions. When he goes so long, sometimes he has trouble finishing. He's tired, it's a monumental effort. So it was time to pull out his favorite fantasy.......
"Baby, my body is drenched in cum. Those men came all over me like the slut that I am, and I am covered in it. Will you lick me clean? Will you kiss it out of my mouth? Will you play with it and feed it to me from your fingers? Please daddy, I need to feel you fill me up with your cum because I want to feel it dripping down my legs, and I want to swipe my hand through it and rub it all over my face."
He roared his release and bit down just above my breast as the cum shot out of his body and flooded my pussy. He wrapped himself around me to keep me warm while he caught his breath, then pulled me out of the bed so that we could remove the nasty sheets and get to the fresh bed underneath. We put the pillows onto the bed, pulled the comforter on, and he spooned me to go to sleep. I couldn't sleep on that side though, and I turned over to face him, put my leg over his hip and my arm around his back and we fell asleep, his cock nestled in my pussy and my head on his chest. We both fell asleep almost immediately, and slept like the dead until we were woken up a few hours later by everyone else rising for the morning.
The rest of the day was honestly a waste, as both of us were wiped out and completely useless until sometime Monday night. LOL. Definitely a great great night!
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