You Have To Come Before They’ll Fuck You
Being the center of attention at the party makes for a good challenge
The party couldn’t start until she came.
Loudly.
Which made coming both easier and far more difficult. Orgasms can be teased, pulled, urged, and lost within the blink of an eye, and I could tell by the way she bit her lip that she was concentrating with every ounce of embarrassment she could muster.
The room wasn’t large, and neither was the guest list. Nevertheless, even twelve people standing around you as you press a Hitachi between your thighs, whimpering with each vibration, can be a little daunting. And while their hardening cocks and slippery fingers can add to the excitement, they also meant something else: people were growing impatient.
As the host and her husband, I was in a complicated position. I wanted her exquisite torture to last, but I also wanted my guests to enjoy themselves before the night got away from us. Their drinks were still mostly full, and while they did touch themselves and whisper in one another’s ears, there is only so long you can tease a group of seasoned perverts before someone decides it’s time to relieve the babysitter.
And so, as tensions rose throughout the room, I knelt next to her as she lay on the ottoman, her back arched and her legs clenched tightly around the vibrating toy. I brushed her hair gently, reached down, gripped the Hitachi as high up as I could, and rocked it against her as my lips touched her ear.