“Definitely Old Timer, please. I visited Wadworth’s brewery in Devizes last year.”
“That’s an excellent choice. I’m Clive, and I took that tour myself. Yours will be the third pint drawn today. Between you and me, I had the first one.”
Ellie relaxed. I thought this guy would make a good mate.
A band started up, playing what used to be called swing. Soon people were dancing and, as the evening wore on, the couplings got more intimate. More stockings were revealed and some attractive breasts put in an appearance.
“While I was dancing with Ellie, Rupert cut in.
“Excuse me. May I show Eleanor where you’ll be staying?”
“Yes, of course.”
He whisked her away up the stairs. It was twenty minutes later when she returned.
“I hope you didn’t …”
“Don’t fret sweetie. I know the rule about you watching. He only tried a bit of foreplay. I hinted there might be more on the menu later, but didn’t commit to anything.”
I was approached by Renée. She held out her arms.
“Fancy a twirl?”
“I’d be honoured.” I replied. “But I’m not very good.”
It was a slow number; most of them were. She danced close and an erection made its presence felt.
“I still have my handkerchief if you’re feeling romantic!”
For a moment I thought she was referring to possible spillages. Then I saw it, covered in lipstick. She was inviting me to kiss her. I noticed most other couples were kissing passionately, so I obliged. Her mouth opened and she sucked my tongue in. The trouser lump grew.
“Mmm, I knew you’d be good at that!” she said. “I won’t bother wiping it off yet; we may indulge again.”
Renée pushed herself against me.
“Feel my arse if you like. Eleanor is getting hers felt!”
Nearby I saw Rupert squeezing her buttocks. His fingertips pulled her dress up and her stocking tops were in view. She was French kissing him, so clearly didn’t object. I kissed Renee again and grabbed two handfuls. Her arse was large but very firm. One of her hands stayed behind my neck, pulling me into her mouth. The other slipped between us cupping my bulge.
“Well it’s nice to know an older gel like me can still have this effect on a youngster.” she said.
When the dance was over, she took me to a huge armchair. I was pushed down and she sat on my lap, lifting her feet onto the arm. One hand went around my neck and the other took hold of mine and pushed it up her dress. I was shocked to find she had no underwear; and no pubes. I slid a finger into her. Rupert was observing, and brought Ellie over. He sat across from us with Ellie on his lap. She put her arms around his neck, and he slid a hand up her thigh.
“So,” he boomed, “are you having a good time?”
“Great thanks!” said Ellie, opening her legs.
“Glad to hear it. Some new attendees get embarrassed.”
“No, we’re cool.” I said.
“We’re very comfortable thank you Rupert.”
Clearly ‘cool’ was not the right word then.
“Just to keep you in the picture,” chimed Renée, “young David here will need to do his flirting elsewhere from now on. Unfortunately, I have promised to spend the night with Duncan; he’s a friend of mine.”
“He’s a friend of ours old girl.”
“Of course.”
“It would be dreadfully rude to disappoint him. And I haven’t even danced with him yet.”
She looked at me again.
“I do hope you understand. But I’m sure Rupert will invite you both to another of our get-togethers, won’t you dear?”
“Just try and stop me!” he laughed.
Ellie raised her leg and leaned into him, giving me a glimpse of that smallest part of her thong. It had folded in on itself and was the width of a piece of string. Both sides of her vulva were visible.
“I quite understand.” I said. “A promise is a promise. I’m not sure if I met Duncan.”
“He’s the gentleman in the kilt. I need to check if he is au naturel under there. I won’t be the first though!”
I removed my finger, resisting the temptation to suck it.
Renée took this as her cue to stand. She bent down and kissed me, wiped my mouth with her scrap of silk, and sashayed away. Rupert eased Ellie off his lap and also stood.
“I’d better circulate again.” he announced. “I’ll leave you young things to have a chat.”
“I hope he comes back soon.” said Ellie. “He’s a good dancer and I think good dancers are good lovers.”
I did not want to get involved with any other women. The deal was I would watch Ellie if she got off with a guy. And I couldn’t do that if I was balls deep in one of the available females. We agreed she should flirt again with whoever she fancied. But unless we fell in with a couple who were after some ‘same room fun’, I would stay on the sidelines.
I found a comfortable seat where I could see the dancefloor. After politely rejecting a couple of advances, I was left alone. Ellie danced with lots of guys and got thoroughly groped. She had one beautiful breast now free. But compared to some of the ladies there, she was positively modest.
Suddenly I was joined by Rupert again.
“Straight to the point David; I want to fuck your girl.”
So she was my property? I could have merely agreed, but a thought struck. He was rich, and I wasn’t.
“How much?”
I could have meant what he would pay, or merely how much did he want her. He looked at me intently.
“A lot.”
That could have meant anything too, so I kept quiet.
“Your party invitation was originally for Giles wasn’t it?”
“Yes. I can’t usually afford to socialise in these circles.”
“I’ll be blunt then. I’m very wealthy and happy to pay you for her. No offence, if that’s not what you had mind.”
“I’ll be blunt too. I can persuade her to accommodate you, but she’d feel more secure if I was present. I may join in, but no man-on-man action. But she would be mortified if she knew about any payment, so that is between us.”
“Understood.” he agreed.
“So make me your best offer. I won’t quibble.”
“Will she suck and swallow?”
“Yes.”
“I’d be happy to go to fifteen hundred pounds. An extra thousand, if she’ll take it up the arse.”
“Ok. I’ll need a moment to speak to her. Can you find that much cash tonight?”
“No problem. Clive will pass it to you tomorrow morning.” I did not believe a man of this calibre would welch on me. “Please wait here a moment.”
Ellie was swaying, and kissing a tall man who had his hands on her bare bottom. Her dress was up round her waist and her G-string in a line below her buttocks. He was kneading them so her rosebud kept appearing. I stepped up behind her and slapped her – playfully rather than in anger.
“Sorry old chap. The filly has a previous engagement.”
I pulled up her thong and eased her dress down over her hips. The guy nodded at me and strode away smiling.
“What’s up sweetie? Surely you’re not jealous?”
“The opposite babe – Rupert wants you.”
“Perfect! Any idea what he has in mind?”
“He wants everything. All three of your dark secret places! And I’ll be there to make sure he does a good job!”
She actually squealed with delight.
“Ooh, can we do it now? My thighs are wet!”
“Try and hold it in till we get to our room.”
I brought her to the table and Rupert stood.
It was the first time I’d seen the blue room, well, suite really. I don’t know how blue paint and wallpaper can look expensive – but it did. There were two king-size beds, a dressing room and bathroom. Rupert and Ellie faced each other.
“Take your own clothes off.” she said. “It’ll be quicker!”
He complied and Ellie turned her back so I could unzip her. The dress slipped to the floor and she kicked it to one side, along with her shoes. Left in only her stockings and thong, she sat on the bed and grasped his dick. By the time she had squeezed his foreskin back, he was fully hard.
“Little Rupert likes you!” he assured her.
He was an inch longer than me and shaved, just like his wife! She squeezed again, pulling it to her face, and a large drop of pre-cum appeared. She licked it off and grinned.
“He’s not so little. I hope he’s as naughty as you!”
“Worse. He’s a very dirty boy!”
She gripped the base and slid her lips down till they reached her knuckles. Pausing a moment, she leaned back to admire it. The second time, when her mouth was about half way, she masturbated the base with her fingers.
I got undressed too. By the time I was naked, she was really into it. One hand was cupping his balls, and the other digging into his buttocks, pulling the shaft all the way down her throat. I had to admire her deep throat talents; I’d taught her. Next it was both hands behind him, fingernails leaving their impressions. It was face-fucking at its finest, and her cheeks dimpled inwards.
“No!” he exclaimed. “Not yet!”
Ellie produces industrial strength suction, and he needed two hands to prise her head off Little Rupert. There was a comical plop as her mouth reluctantly released him.
“I’m sorry my dear. Not as young as I used to be. It’ll take me an hour to recover, and I really wnt your arse!”
“Ooh, yes please!”
She lay back on the bed and he got to his knees. What happened next was memorable.
He took both sides of the thong waistband, and Ellie lifted her bottom to assist. Part way down her thighs the gusset was still in place. It had stuck like glue. He pulled the sides most of the way to her knees before it parted from her. Her inner thighs were coated with fluid, some drying; it looked like she’d been well fucked, but the juices were hers. Even from some feet away, I could smell she was on heat. Rupert dragged the thong over her ankles and passed it to me.
“Keep this handy old chap, would you? I’d like to add it to my collection!”
For two and a half thousand pounds, he could have her dress as well. He held her legs wide open and licked at the wet areas of her upper thighs. As his mouth neared her centre, Ellie lifted her knees back and pulled his head in.
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