New Year – new life. Part 1
February 17th, 2009The man is invited to celebrate the New Year with his female boss, at a party, he finds her friends accompanied by their husbands and the fun begins…
I was going to celebrate the New Year alone. I had little finances as the manual therapy I practiced at one of our city hospitals didn’t bring me much money. Besides, my beloved girlfriend had left me a couple of days before the holiday. She told me she’d met some Frankie who she used to have a relationship before me. Now he was a respectable man and as soon as he asked her to be with him she agreed.
She informed me about that by phone. It seemed strange to me as she had told me I was the second man in her life. The first was Bill, I knew him very well. As for Frank – I hadn’t heard anything about him before. I guess I just didn’t understand her words: Bill was not the first, he was the last before me…
I slept badly, ate with no appetite (or could forget about my meals), stopped shaving. Generally speaking, my life wasn’t interesting and exciting…
One day the chief of our department came up to me.
- Michael, can I ask you an embarrassing question? – I didn’t even understand she was asking me as I was deep in my thoughts, but she continued, - where are you going to celebrate the New Year?
- Oh!.. Julia, actually… I’m not going to celebrate it at all. I had too many unpleasant events a few days ago and the lack of finances, you know…
- Believe me, break up with your girlfriend is not a good reason for being so gloomy for such a long time. And you don’t have to be Bill Gates to celebrate the New Year.
- How did you know? – I looked at her as an idiot.
- Ha-ha… I’m the boss here and I know how much you earn. Don’t worry, your patients tell me you’re a good specialist and I’m sure you’ll soon have long lines of those who enjoy your magic hands…
- No… I’m talking about the break up… How do you know my girlfriend left me?
I saw her eyes were sparkling.
- Oh, you’re so inexperienced. Your face is like an open book for me, - she gave a sigh.
- Do you mean it’s as square and covered in ink as a book?
Julia laughed and said:
- I like the fact you’re joking. So, on the 31st of December at 8 pm we are waiting for you at this address, - and then she named the street and numbers of her house and an apartment, - we’re going to have many guests. All you must have with you is your good mood. Spirits and meals will be in plenty: you know that many patients like to thank us with that. That’s why I have lots of whisky, cognac, martini bottles, more than the owners of a specialized store have. The only thing that can prevent you from coming is your death or both legs broken.
I realized I didn’t understand much of what she said as my eyes were fixed on her décolleté. And it was worth seeing!!! She was a 38-year-old woman but her bust was gorgeous! And she looked really wonderful. C-cup breast, tight ass, thin waist, long slender legs… She had freckles on her face but they didn’t spoil the view. On the contrary they made her face look very charming due to the contrast of luxurious exciting body and an innocent face – that drove me mad!
I turned crimson! Sure, Julia noticed me staring at her and smiled mysteriously.
- Sorry, I don’t know how I dared… how it could happen.. – I was mumbling and it seemed I looked like a dumb, but I couldn’t stop telling that.
I made a step back for some reason. It often happens to people: they make a mistake and then even make the situation worse.
- Can I ask you to arrive in time, at 8 pm, on the 31st of December?
- …Ok…, - I said in a hoarse voice.
“Why have you come here, man???” I was asking myself pushing the button of Julia’s doorbell. The door opened and I saw her husband – a man of 45, a bit shorter than me, looking not so good really.
- I guess you’re Michael. My name is Ricardo, - we shook hands.
- Yeah, - I felt embarrassed, - Julia’s invited me.
At this moment my boss appeared in the corridor:
- Oh, Michael! We’ve been waiting for you only. Come in…
I entered the room where two men of about 40 and three women were sitting at the table. Two of the ladies were Julia’s peers but the third one was young, about 19, maybe. Her face was very similar to my boss’s one. Julia introduced me to the guests:
- Meet Michael. He’s a talented manipulative therapist. Michael, these are Andrew and Jim, and their wives – Angelia and Stephanie. And this young red-haired girl, who’s an American history fan, wants everyone to call her Martha in honor of George Washington’s wife.
Then the ordinary celebration started. We drank and talked, talked and drank. As we were becoming tipsy our conversations were getting freer and easier. We said good bye to the old year and celebrated the arrival of the new one. My first impression, that everyone was trying to bring me and Martha together, turned into sweet anticipation. I hadn’t had sex for three weeks already. And here I had a beauty with an innocent face, C-cup bust and a slim figure… Of course my mind depicted very obscene pictures… I was sure the girl was Julia’s sister as they looked so pretty similar to each other.
Soon we all decided to dance and I was dancing with Martha. I pressed her tender body to mine and was enjoying the scent of her hair. A bit later we returned to the table.
- And where is Angelia? – asked Andrew who was red from the drinks and dances.
Stephanie winked at him and replied:
- You know her, she’ll relax a bit and then return to us…
Julia considered me very inexperienced but I wasn’t really. And now sitting near Martha I was talking freely making her laugh all the time. But when I felt a hand was unzipping my fly I shuddered.
- Are you Ok? – Martha asked me with a sly smile while her hand kept on kneading my erected cock.
- Sure, honey… I like it so much!
I have to admit that fortunately no one paid attention to my state. Everyone was speaking loudly trying to outvoice others and the TV. Julia, to my surprise, was embracing Andrew whose wife had left him for a while and Jim and Ricardo were sitting with Stephanie.
At this moment I felt goose bumps on my back when someone’s tongue and lips touched the head of my cock. I was stunned… Martha was sitting beside me and her hands were on the table!!! She said:
- I’ll leave you for a minute, don’t go away! – Saying that she left the table.
I raised the edge of the tablecloth and looked under the table trying to attract as little attention as possible. Angelia’s head was moving rhythmically along my now limp shaft making attempts to revive my dick. Due to the fact the situation was very unusual for me I soon had a huge erection again. My cock is big, 8 inches long and 2 in diameter, but Angelia could keep it inside her mouth and throat!!!
Angelia was moving her head with large amplitude. Sometimes she stopped having the whole shaft in her mouth and licking the bollocks. Her saliva was flowing over me, reaching my legs already. She was obviously enjoying the process. As for me, I was going mad trying to prevent myself from shouting from that blissfulness. Thanks God, no one asked me anything…
She swallowed my shaft again, licked the scrotum and to add to that she began making swallowing movements. It was too much for me and I started shooting my loads into her throat. My semen gulped in huge spurts out of me, it was ringing in my head, pulsing fiercely. I even let out a moan.
- Let’s drink to our beautiful women! – I could see Andrew very vaguely, - men should drink standing! – This phrase made me realize I was in trouble.
Angelia released my cock but wasn’t going to help me. On the contrary, she kept on licking my head and passing her lips over the whole stem!
Martha returned. All the eyes were at me now due to the fact I didn’t stand up. So, I had no chance to put my hands under the table and hide my cock into the pants.
- Michael, do you think our women are not worth your attention and you don’t have to stand up? – These were Andrew’s words.
I am rather tall and hunky but when I realized what this huge drunk guy could do to me for those pleasures his wife had brought to me, I wanted to become at least one hundred times smaller – to be able to hide somewhere in the little slit between the wall and the plinth. Everyone around me was smiling as if nothing was really happening.
- Ok, I’ll help you to stand up, - saying that Andrew approached to me from behind and putting his hands under my arms started raising me.
I held the chair in horror thinking it could help me to prevent the disaster but this giant raised me with the chair. At this moment my sin was revealed. To be precise, everyone saw my dick hanging out from the pants and Angelia’s face under the tablecloth.
- …!!! You’re fucking bitch!!! – While Andrew was busy with his wife I made an attempt to straighten up my clothes…
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