Chapter 8

The party was more than a little awkward for Allen, especially as the “guest of honor,” since he wasn’t known as the partying type of guy. Even so, it was such a nice gesture from his boss, Dan, and Dan’s fiancee, Samira. Furthermore, Allen had branched out a little and gotten it on with two other women and a man that same day. He had also been hit on by various people during the hearing, much to his surprise. It was more than a little flattering.

Allen got a little spruced up for the event at home, while Whitney went all out to primp and prepare for it. His plump girlfriend put on a sexy microskirt that barely covered her tush and totally exposed her thick thighs. If she were to bend over in it, she would absolutely moon people, given that Allen still had her panties in his pocket. She had absolutely refused to wear any underwear beneath her clothes, not even a bra under her low-cut blouse. Given how large her bust was, Whitney’s cleavage was rather exposed, too.

“Like the bangs? They’re ‘slutty bangs’ to go with the ‘fuck-me pumps.’ And the lip gloss, you know what that’s about, babe! I want to go all-out with the ‘horny party girl’ look, you know!” Whitney showed off her “wild and wanton” ensemble.

“Is that for Emery?” Allen acted a little jealous, albeit only half-seriously.

“Him and you and Dan ... and a number of others. Including Stacey. I can’t stop thinking about how great it would be to sit on your sister’s face, lean over, and sixty-nine with her. Or pull her shorts off, kneel behind, spread her cheeks, and tongue her sweet ass until she screams! Can you picture my mouth on her anus, licking away at her browneye? Licking all of her butt sweat!” Whitney licked her lips as she imagined rimming her boyfriend’s sister.

“You dig my sister, huh? Well, she’s surprisingly hot ... given that she’s my sister and supposed to be taboo. Forbidden fruit. I still can’t believe that she came on to me and wants to swap with us and her and her husband! That’s wild. The weirdest thing is that I find her so alluring that way,” Allen had trouble figuring out why he was so drawn to Stacey, his own sister!

“Well, you answered your own question! Forbidden fruit. Prohibited passion! The taboo thrill of banging your own flesh and blood! Imagine putting your cock inside her slick, wet pussy or her hot, tight ass! Imagine her kneeling before you and taking your cock balls deep in her hot, wet mouth! Imagine her deep-throating you, too! Imagine taking her doggy-style while she eats me out!” Whitney deliberately pushed the envelope, wanting to get her man hot and bothered.

Allen definitely had a boner by now, just as they were about to leave! Whitney was very wet and ready as they departed, getting more excited as she thought about her panties still in Allen’s pocket and how he would use them to help select her sex partners. Every second that she pictured such scenarios, Whitney grew hornier and her gash was dripping wet as a result.

“I can’t wait to see who you pick to fuck me! You’re like my pimp tonight and I’m your nasty, dirty cum whore! Why don’t you slap my big, fat ass like you own it, because baby, you do, especially tonight!” Whitney gladly held hands with Allen on their way to the Uber.

“I’m glad that you planned ahead for how drunk we’re going to be, babe!” Whitney added while they were in the Uber.

“Well, I’m nervous enough about this kind of social gathering. No way am I doing this bash as the guest of honor while stone-cold sober! Just thinking about whatever Dan and Samira might have in mind for us is also a lot of pressure, too!” Allen confessed as the driver, Wendy, smirked.

“A party, huh? You’re the guest of honor? A pity I have to work tonight! I’d love to get drunk and end up in bed with you! Either of you, in fact. Or both, even better! Let’s take a rain check, huh?” the Uber driver tossed her ginger locks a little flirtatiously.

“It’s a date!” Whitney blurted, “but my boyfriend is very nervous and shy right now. Hence the need for booze, as he said. So it will have to wait for a night when I’m in charge. Here, give me your number and I’ll call you on such a night!”

“Oh, my God!” Allen blurted, realizing that Whitney still had some femdom fantasies, a notion that he still found a little scary.

At least they sounded more fun than some of her other ideas in the recent past. A threesome with a random Uber driver, especially another redhead ... two gingers in one bed, damn! For some reason, the image of Wendy sticking her tongue up Whitney’s ass particularly appealed to him. Well, his girlfriend’s bottom was large enough that another woman’s face could easily fit between her cheeks. The fantasy of them doing that while he plowed Wendy was another one keeping him hard as steel.

As they walked out of the car, Allen being ever the gentleman by opening the door for Whitney, Wendy cat-called and wolf-whistled them. Allen immediately gave her five stars for being so friendly and flirty. Whitney giggled as she saw that and even more as they walked up to the front door of Dan’s place. Allen knocked rather nervously, still a little shy at times, after all. Years of conditioning didn’t all melt away after one damn trial, even one as crazy as that ordeal!

Dan answered the door with Samira at his side, said fiancee wearing only a crimson toga with a breast exposed. The smoldering look on her face made it abundantly clear that she intended to have someone unravel it by the night’s end. Dan was also in a toga, in fact, and his was a classic Roman one that was typically seen in Hollywood epics. Allen wasn’t sure of the reason for the red color of Samira’s, but he had a funny feeling that it was deliberately chosen.

Probably researched, too, from what he could sense of his boss’s fiancee, Allen realized. Samira was one smart cookie, and far from the traditional hijabi that many Western folks expected from the Middle East. For one thing, no hijabi was likely to shack up with her beau before marriage, let alone swing with him and other partners or attend a bash lubricated by so much alcohol. For another, there was no way that a hijabi would wear a toga like that in front of strangers or even friends.

Once inside, Allen found himself very much the center of attention. Before he knew it, someone placed a highball in his hand and a cocktail in Whitney’s. She kissed him hungrily in front of everyone before tossing back her beverage without a second look. Then again, Allen was so scared that he immediately swallowed what turned out to be a scotch and soda. It burned, but it was such a refreshing sensation as it went down, helping brace him for what he faced.

“Attaboy! I knew that you were a highball man deep down! Whitney struck me as a Tom Collins girl, so that’s what we made her. Now, Allen, my boy, you remember the Chairman! Yeah, he was a personal friend from way back. His name is Gareth, in fact,” Dan introduced them in a more relaxed setting.

“Oh, my ... and you held my fate in your hands. Well, my balls at any rate! I don’t mind telling you how scared I was, though I was a little nervous just now as I arrived. Just not as frightened as I was earlier today,” Allen confessed.

“That’s alright. I won’t hold that against you. It’s not your fault society turned you inside out and apparently, you have a form of autism as well. The more I watched the trial, the more I realized that you had potential that was just ... untapped. Raw, unskilled, but real talent. You showed some promise, particularly that bit with the bathroom sex, which was why I went so easy on Amy.

“Normally, we frown upon liaisons having sexual intercourse with respondents during the hearings. We have ethics, just not the warped traditional morals that society and organized religion have shoved down our throats. Humanity and human civilization can never advance if we continue to be held back by puritanical fools and religious charlatans. Gareth Hughes, by the way,” the Chairman explained.

“Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Amy is easy on the eyes and you’d have to be blind not to notice her charms. Or gay not to want her in bed, for that matter! By the way, little confession, Allen. I know Amy already and the same with Mike. It pays to know the right folks,” Dan grinned as he ogled the liaison from the trial.

“Face it, baby ... you’d hit that in twenty seconds if she let you!” Samira teased her fiance.

“And I will ... soon! Just how soon we’ll have to see!” Amy winked at them.

“Can I try Mike while you do that?” Samira asked her openly.

“God, yes! Please do! He’s been eager to sample you for some time now!” Amy gave her a light peck on the lips.

Samira pulled Amy closer and began making out with her in front of everyone.

“No chaste kisses for you, honey! You want to kiss me, you’d better bring your A game!” Samira told her before personally bringing another drink to Allen, “here, sweetie. Another scotch and soda.”

“And here’s another Tom Collins for you!” Dan added as he brought Whitney her next cocktail.

“Mr. Gould, are you planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” Whitney winked at him for her part.

“Would you like that, honey?” Allen teased his girlfriend.

“Only if you handed him my panties. I’d let him fuck me right here and now if you did that! I’m drenched down there, you know! Totally soaked! I would also go down on Samira if you gave me your blessing for that! I’d gladly lift her toga and chow down on that lovely lady!” Whitney admitted rather frankly.

“Well, truth be told, if your pussy is that damn wet, I’d love to go down on you, too! I’d love to lap up some cunny juice, babe! I’d plant my face between your thighs and muff dive like it was going out of style! Of course, I’d also bend you over, spread your cheeks, and eat that fine booty of yours until you screamed my name!” Samira licked her lips in a brazen manner.

“What I wouldn’t give to see that!” Gareth commented.

“Yeah, tell me about it!” Jessica Leopold declared as she walked over to Allen and wrapped her arms around him.

Amy then embraced Allen, the two ladies squeezing him between them. Whitney looked over and winked at them. Then Samira pulled Dan over to where she stood next to Whitney and pushed them together. She slid her own hands up Whitney’s skirt from the front while Dan did the same from the back, both of them looking at Allen to gauge his reaction. When Mike walked up behind Samira and reached under her toga, she didn’t flinch, either. She just rubbed her ass against his hand.

That was when Gareth slid his own hand inside Whitney’s blouse to caress her breasts. She simply watched for Allen’s response and then let him fondle her bust before swapping spit with him. It was an extremely sensual French kiss that she gave him while she grew wetter with each grope. She knew that it was just people feeling her up so far, but the potential for so much more action really stimulated her.

“Do you mind if we join you?” Alyssa asked while her brother Clarke stuck his hands down Allen’s pants.

Alyssa immediately began locking lips with Allen, having clearly missed her old college beau and not given up on her fantasy of sharing him with her brother. Instead of backing off, Jessica waited her turn for a second and slipped Allen some tongue before Amy actually made out with him next. Allen tried to drink his scotch again and that only gave Philippa Truong the opening to feed the man his own drink. What the hell was happening, Allen thought, especially once Philippa moved his hand under her dress and then used it to pull her panties aside.

“Feel that pussy? It’s soaked for you, my old flame! It’s the pussy that pushed out our daughter! Want to give her a baby brother or sister? I’d love for you to knock me up again! Not to mention that I’d love to take it in the ass, too! Though lube me up well if you do that. I’m rather petite and that hole is still virgin. Once I realized that my marriage was toast, I decided to save my anal cherry for you! Fuck me. Fuck me right here. Right now!” Philippa begged him, causing the others to back off for a second.

“Do it. This is so fucking hot! I’ll wait for my turn! She was your first lover. I want to see how it is between you two!” Amy encouraged Allen as she twerked with him.

“Me, too! I want to see this! Here, Amy ... grope me while we watch the guest of honor plow his first lover! The baby mama, no less!” Jessica egged Amy on to play with her.

“What about us?” Clarke asked now.

“Just pretend I’m a dude, bro, and rub my ass! You know, I used to think that was what Lady Gaga sang instead of ‘bad romance,’ believe it or not! I used to think that it was ‘rub my ass,’ seriously! Or maybe I should rub your ass. It might be my only chance! Short of a drunken threesome or orgy when you’re too distracted to realize that I’m groping you, my sexy gay brother!” Alyssa invited him.

“Okay, you can feel me up, as long as I can pretend that you’re Allen or Dan or someone like that!” Clarke agreed, “hands on my butt probably still feel good no matter what! And seriously, you actually thought that Lady Gaga sang that? Wow!”

“Hey, it was Lady Gaga! She’s sung wilder shit than that!” Alyssa pointed out.

“Touche!” Clarke agreed while his sister began fondling his booty.

Before Allen knew it, Philippa’s dress was hiked up to the waist. His cock was buried balls deep inside her drenched cunt and her panties were in shreds. She didn’t even think about that part, just pushed desperately back at him to get more of his dick inside her. His Vietnamese baby mama clearly wanted more of what he had to offer her. His hands were on her buns and she moved her surprisingly wide hips to take more of his prick.

“Oh, God, this is ... amazing! I forgot how tight, hot, and wet you are in there! When was the last time you got fucked? It feels like you’ve had a real dry spell there or something!” Allen gasped as he plowed his ex-girlfriend from behind in front of the other guests.

“Yeah, well, after the divorce, it was a little tough to juggle a love life at times with being a mommy! You owe me some major dick for that, though I admit that I owe you some pussy for giving me that anchor baby in the first place! It did let me stay in the country, after all. And you really ruined me for the other guys that I dated ... and the guy that I married and divorced! Fuck me ... fuck me good ... just like that, but harder and deeper!” Philippa urged Allen to hump her roughly.

“Oh, damn! I’m so incredibly turned-on right now! Your pussy is amazing and your ass is every bit as smooth as I remember it!” Allen told Philippa as she backed up at him.

“Give me another baby, please! Do it! Knock me up, right here, right now!” Philippa egged him on even more.

Seeing Whitney in the midst of a group gropefest, Allen simply went with his next impulse and tossed the panties in the air to land on whomever. That was apparently a signal for a real clusterfuck, especially once Whitney reminded everyone that whoever got her undies got to go all the way with her. Dan and Samira both laughed as they ripped her panties in three pieces, each holding part while handing the third to Gareth.