The Housewarming Dinner I Planned Under the Table
Adrián was christening his new apartment and had thrown a dinner for his lifelong friends. He was thrilled that I was coming, and I couldn’t have been more pleased: it was the excuse I needed to get away with him for an entire weekend. We’d spent weeks talking only by message, and the messages had started to feel too short.
The day before, I’d gone to see him. I gave him what he later, laughing, called «the best blowjob of his life». That night I lay there thinking, fantasizing about a few things, and before falling asleep I decided that at dinner I’d do something that would please everyone. Not some. Everyone.
Adrián had put on a simple suit to look formal. It looked far too good on him for my peace of mind.
The guys arrived little by little and he showed them every corner of the apartment. In general it was good, though the kitchen was the best part of all: spacious, with a dark countertop that took up half a wall. I found myself staring at it longer than I should have. We had some wine, sat down, and started dinner.
—I’m going to the bathroom for a moment, start without me —I said, and stood up before anyone could answer.
I got naked in the bedroom and stayed in just the black thong. I went into the bathroom and, in front of the mirror, put on a pair of metallic-stud nipple covers I’d brought with the idea of trying them out with Adrián in private. But they were going to get much more use than I’d expected. I put my heels back on and took the opportunity to touch up my makeup, though I knew it would not stay in place for long if what my head had already planned came to pass.
And it will happen. I have no doubt about that.
I’ve always been very self-confident. I tied my hair back in a ponytail, smiled at the mirror when I saw how good everything looked on me, and went back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Adrián and one of the other guys were the first to look toward the door. The rest had their backs turned, but seeing the faces of those first two was enough to make them turn almost at the same time. I didn’t care about their reactions; I was expecting them. The only thing I really wanted was my master’s approval. From his expression, I’d say the idea didn’t seem bad to him, though I was sure he had no idea how far I intended to go.
—I told you you could start without me —I hinted suggestively, walking up to the table—. If you like, I can clean them for you…
—You mean the hands? —asked the one closest to me. He looked at them for a second and then immediately brought his eyes back to my body.
My mouth curved into a smile at such innocence. I looked at Adrián and saw his expression shift into something I couldn’t describe precisely. Something between disbelief and hunger. Though the one who was going to eat the most that night was me.
From the way they were devouring me with their eyes, I didn’t think any of them would refuse to let me clean their cock with my mouth. But I preferred to start with a demonstration for my master. I knelt down and got under the table, entering by the place where I was supposed to sit, where a plate was waiting for me, probably already cold. I was going after five that were much hotter.
All that could be heard was my heels first, then the chair being pushed back, and Adrián’s zipper, since he was already waiting for me with his legs spread wide to receive me. His cock, tilted to one side, strained against the fine fabric of the suit. I traced the outline with my fingers and tapped the tip lightly before slipping my hand inside to free it. He was wet, and it had been less than a minute since I’d decided to turn the dinner upside down. He had the same information as his friends: none at all.
I glanced to the side. The rest had leaned down to look under the table.
—I think it’s more fun if you keep eating… —I suggested.
In fact, Adrián was the only one who wasn’t looking. Feeling my hand and the warmth of my breath in front of his glans was enough for him to get an idea of what was coming.
The guys obeyed and for a moment only the sound of cutlery clinking against plates could be heard. A little later, after a few small kisses and licks growing more intense from the base to the tip, I added the sound of Adrián’s cock entering my throat. Or rather, of my throat closing around it. I took him deep, and his leg began to tremble uncontrollably, to my complete satisfaction. I couldn’t help gently biting that shaft that filled my whole mouth, and then I slowly let him out, nice and wet. I sent him off with a good spit. Now that would have pleased him to see: the red of my lips transferred to his skin.
To my surprise, when I turned toward the other guys I was pleased to see that all of them had already pulled their cocks from their pants. Hard and ready for me.
I went through them one by one. Always the same way. A soft pass of my fingers that made them jerk in surprise, a long lick from base to tip, and an intense suck at the glans with its final kiss, this time without a parting spit. I had plenty of saliva to bathe them all and then some, but I only wanted to use that on my master. I wasn’t going to be as indulgent with the others as I was with him. I always wanted to give Adrián more. He deserved it, even if only for letting me enjoy experiences like this.
I came out from under the table through the same place I’d entered minutes earlier and saw the five of them looking at me like starving animals. It was obvious the move had been enough to turn them all on.
***
Adrián stood up and took me over to the large countertop beside the table. It felt smooth and cold, and it contrasted with the heat we all gave off in that kitchen that already smelled of something else.
I leaned back on it with my ass right at the edge. Adrián made as if to drive his cock into me, something I wanted more than anything in the world, while with his free hand he lifted one of my legs and rested it against his chest.
The others had stood up and were watching from both sides of the countertop, masturbating slowly while they took in my body. They didn’t take long to use the hand they had left free to run over me however they pleased.
I was exactly in the situation I’d been aiming for. About to be taken by my master, with his guests enjoying me as they wished. No censorship whatsoever. One hand at my neck; the fingers of the man opposite me playing with my lips; the other two dividing up my breasts, one teasing one of the nipple covers —first with his fingers, then with the tip of his cock—, the other squeezing until it made me moan. I loved being taken. I loved being the center of all of it.
—Come on, master. I need it inside me now… —I begged Adrián, who was still rubbing it against my pussy and keeping up the game of pretending to put it in. Every feint made me wetter. And I was already wet enough.
Adrián gave in to my plea and let his cock slide in like a knife through butter. All the way in, to my complete satisfaction. I couldn’t help moaning loudly, to the delight of everyone present. The rest kept at what they were doing with my body. One nipple cover had already fallen to the floor and my breasts had become the favorite attraction of those shameless bastards. Their fingers left red marks on my pale skin.
They had left their cocks resting on the countertop so they could have both hands free, so I took advantage and grabbed them two at a time while Adrián fucked me. First firmly but slowly, pulling almost all the way out and leaving just the glans inside me, starving for that second, before filling me again with a new thrust. The same firmness, but with a steadily faster rhythm.
I could feel that electricity that heralds the inevitable. I was so stimulated that I didn’t need to bring my fingers to my clit to explode in a massive orgasm. And Adrián didn’t stop for a second, with those perfectly timed in-and-out strokes. His cock fit me so well that just that glorious rocking made me come in less than two minutes.
The others weren’t giving me any respite either. On the contrary, they picked up the pace again, watching me writhe, and two of them, practically one after the other, couldn’t hold back and came uncontrollably over my belly, over my breasts, and over Adrián’s countertop, which had done nothing to deserve the shameless girl stretched out on top of it. My moans mixed with theirs, and that made the atmosphere even hotter.
Adrián’s cock kept sliding in and out of me with complete ease. His hands held the inner side of my thighs, framed by his forearms, making each thrust measured and controlled, even though the way he looked at me and drove into me made it seem as if he were completely out of his mind.
His forehead was beaded with sweat from the effort and he had that look of someone who knows he’s splitting you in half and enjoys knowing it. His mouth was half-open with arousal. I’d want to eat those lips, run my tongue over them again and again, bite them hard, do anything to him.
My hands, a little tired, kept mercilessly stroking the two that were left. They were hard as rocks and I wanted them in my mouth again. I leaned toward one and, after sucking him eagerly, moved on to the other. Same thing, except this last one seemed to be on the edge.
—Ugh, if you keep that up I’m going to come… —he warned.
And I kept going, of course. A few seconds after his warning I felt his cum fill my mouth, while the other one spilled uncontrollably in my hand and a good jet landed on my already-splashed breasts, followed by smaller spurts onto the countertop. I spat what I hadn’t swallowed onto the still-hard cock of the first one and, just like that, forgot about them.
Adrián had reached that point where he knew he was about to come. The best thrusts came then. Few, but with just the right force and rhythm to make me explode again, this time with him. I screamed it like I had never screamed an orgasm in my life, with the guys’ hands still roaming over the few parts of my body that remained clean.
Every caress was a delicious torture inside that whirlwind of sensations that is an orgasm. It was like feeling the continuous aftershocks after a huge earthquake. And Adrián’s cock filling me at the exact moment I came: a sensation I can’t describe.
His groans, knowing he was giving in, gave me an extra edge of pleasure, and I clenched my vagina to squeeze out the very last drop of him.
***
We still had the shower ahead of us. This time the two of us alone, with more kisses and more caresses, no hurry at all, because the guys had left after agreeing to have the housewarming dinner another time.
I had taken away everyone’s appetite.