Volume 8: Party Glitter
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The party was already in full swing - definitely swinging! - when I first caught sight of the man I would know as Dragon. He appeared inside the apartment door, a tall suntanned man of medium build whose trimmed steel-grey hair was swept back from his forehead and set off by a black silk Kimono decorated with entwined red dragons in the classical Chinese style. I immediately noticed that he had a strange air of cool determination about him, a man clearly used to being in control of his own destiny. His companion was a slender woman whose skin was the most delightful caramel color. Her dark hair was clipped very short, and dark lashes and heavily made-up eyes were set in a small and exceptionally pretty face enhanced with red lipstick - which immediately made me lick my own lips appreciatively. She was decked out in high-heeled strappy shoes, and elaborate straps and buckles - all dotted with Diamintz (TM) - around waist and breasts and thighs, which emphasized rather than concealed her tits and pussy. Around her neck she wore a studded collar, again decorated with sparkling gems, with an attached lead whose handle was casually held by the Kimono'd man. She looked like someone's elaborately cared-for and very expensive pet. Mom rushed over to greet the newcomers, reaching up to kiss the man warmly on the lips, her hand behind his head to encourage him to respond. He responded in kind, cupping her ass with one hand and pressing her firmly against him. His slave stood demurely behind him, face downcast - although I could see her eyes flitting to and fro checking out the other guests. Disentangling herself, Mom beckoned me over and introduced me in the rather formal way she sometime affects at her parties. "Tania, this is Brandon O'Reilly." "Call me Dragon," the man said in a deep voice, shaking my hand in that delightfully old-fashioned way, "Everyone does." "Pleased to meet you. And who's your friend?" I asked, nodding at the slender girl behind him. Dragon tugged delicately on the leash that he held in his left hand. The slave-girl took two steps forward, still looking at the floor. "This is Lyanne." The girl looked up suddenly, catching my eye with the most incredible expression of pure lust I had come across in a long time. "Now I need to have a long chat with my dear old friend," Mom interjected, she and Dragon affecting not to notice the other woman's reaction and putting her arm around the man’s waist, "Why don't you go play with Lyanne?" "Good idea," Dragon agreed, casually handing me the handle of the leash. He and Mom turned away and wandered off in the direction of the drinks glasses, two of which had filled themselves automatically the instant I glanced away. Lyanne seemed slightly bemused by the noise and bustle of the party and I wondered if she was a little shy, despite the directness of her come-on look a few moments before. She seemed curious about my arms and legs, reaching out to touch the soft dark leather that forms my skin over those parts. I looked around. No-one seemed to be paying any attention to us, intent on their own conversations and flirtations. "Let's go in here," I suggested, indicating the bedroom doorway. She swallowed, nodded and followed me inside the room. I had barely closed the door behind us when I felt urgent hands on my breasts. I turned, leaning back on the closed door, and she kissed me firmly, holding my head in both her hands and exploring my mouth with an intensity I found to be immensely exciting. I could not help but press my mouth back against her, kissing her and licking her mouth with increasing abandon. "Turn me loose," she begged, pulling away momentarily, "Let me run wild!" I unclipped the leash, an action which had no practical impact whatsoever but was clearly part of the role she had imposed upon herself. No sooner had I let the leash fall to the floor then she pounced upon me, kissing me on the lips again and again, exploring the most intimate recesses of my mouth with her tongue. Her attention moved lower down my body, first, to my neck - licking and nibbling that sensitive spot just below my ear - then further down to my breasts. She slipped the little black dress from my shoulders and allowed it to fall, unnoticed, to the floor. She was clearly exciting my by nakedness and attacked my breasts with renewed enthusiasm, massaging my boobs with both hands and sucking hard on first one, and then the other nipple with an intensity that made me cry out. Perhaps for the first time, she noticed the vagina my Kind had set between my breasts. She drew back, looking up at me with an expression of incredulity. "What kind are you?" she breathed. "I'm a Marquis Doll", I replied, guiding one of her hands between my legs, "We have two cunts, for twice the fun." "Wow," she replied, grinning, "Pity I've only the one mouth. But a girl's gotta do her best, hasn't she?" Mow completely unleashed, Lyanne forced me down onto the bed with a strength I would not have expected from someone her size. She licked frantically at the opening between my tits while simultaneously fingering the vagina between my legs. I lay back, spreading my legs and enjoying the sensation of an urgent and energetic lover hard at work on some of my most sexually sensitive places. Feeling that she was firmly in charge, Lyanne swiveled around, pinning me to the bed with her knees over my shoulders. She wiggled her exceptionally cute ass provocatively, just too far away for me to be able to reach her clitoris with my tongue. "You wanna taste me?" she growled, "Cos I wanna taste you." She plunged her head between my legs, extravagantly licking my cunt and ass, returning again and again to my clit, now standing firm and proud and incredibly sensitive under her onslaught. She must have know I was about to come; my moans and cries must have made that clear enough. I bucked and screamed as her relentless stimulation brought me to a shattering climax, held and controlled by Lyanne's weight on me. "Oh," she laughed, "You do like it, don't you? Let’s see what you can do for me, then." She pressed her pussy over my face, enveloping me in her sweet, warm, delightfully sensuous flesh. I knew I'd like this party.
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