the party - part two

I completely forgot to post the second part of this! So there's no time like the present ;)

You'll find part one here: http://dirtyboy2.blogspot.com/2011/02/party.html

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Kruger waved the group over as they reached the top of the staircase. He was sat in a sumptuously decorated corner of the club as if he owned the place (and Emma considered that he possibly did), draped amongst some comfortable, delicately curving sofas. He was accompanied on either side by two young men, each no older than nineteen or twenty and each with collars around their necks. A third young man was knelt casually between his thighs, relaxing catlike against him as Kruger stroked his hair. Emma thought it all looked overbearingly cheesy, but she could certainly see the appeal.

“Emma, Claude,” he smiled, “come and join us. Bring your catches along with you.” Kruger looked Jones up and down, sneering a little. “Emma, I see you're still stuck with the office boy. If you'd like someone brought to you, I'd be very happy to assist.”

Emma was disconcerted that Kruger considered Jones to be not much of a catch. As far as she was concerned he was the best looking man in the club, and she certainly felt no need to stray. “That's most generous of you, Mister Kruger, but if you don't mind I'm happy as I am for the moment.”

“Suit yourself,” said Kruger. “I have drugs here should you have a particular poison. Please don't feel you have to ask.”

Emma smiled politely and took a seat opposite Kruger's entourage, with Jones and Claude sat either side if her. Claude's new girlfriend took her place next to him and snuggled into him.

“Perhaps later,” Emma said, doing her best not to strike any tone of disapproval, smiling as Kruger rolled himself a cigarette, slipping it between his lips and lighting it with a small flourish.

“Then enjoy yourself as you will. I certainly intend to.” Before Emma had an opportunity to reply, Kruger was already sliding a sensuous hand through the hair of the young man to his left. Emma felt as though she should look away, but there was something about the delicate way Kruger's fingers moved, caressing the young man's neck, gently easing him closer, that held her in its spell. She didn't want to watch, and the idea of watching Kruger having sex definitely held no appeal to her, but she had spent so much time being a voyeur tonight that it was becoming almost second nature to her. As the men moved closer together, she couldn't help but watch, aware that they were all but putting on a show for her, enjoying it for the sake of it.

Kruger pulled the young man closer, teasing him with his lips, kissing him tenderly, and Emma could already feel her heart beating faster. She had wanted to view Kruger as some kind of master villain and she felt almost obliged to loathe the man, and yet his touch with the young man was tender, the caress of his lips sensuous. Once again Emma could feel herself getting wet.

What she had seen downstairs had already fuelled her lust. She had barely recovered from those sights and sounds, and now for the first time she was seeing these men in front of her becoming delightfully intimate. She knew it was going to get much more intense. Suddenly Jones' sensible suggestion didn't seem quite so sensible after all. It would be much harder for them to leave now and quite frankly she didn't want to. As the kiss between the two men became more intimate, tasting each other decadently, Emma knew she needed to see more.

Without thinking, Emma's hand fell to Jones' thigh, drifting along it. She watched breathlessly as Kruger's hand slid down the young man's body, his fingertips making their way across the man's crotch as their kiss became more passionate. As Kruger's young partner gasped with pleasure, arching up towards his fingers, from somewhere down below on the dance floor the sounds of another intense orgasm drifted up to the gallery.

It was all becoming too much. Emma was dripping wet and an atmosphere of intense sexuality was pervading the club. She could plainly hear people fucking down below them, and up here in the gallery others were getting closer to each other, not caring that others might be watching. Emma felt a brush of fingertips sliding along her own thigh from the other side of her, seeing that Claude's hand had fallen quite deliberately against her leg, stroking it softly. She thought about protesting, concerned that Jones might not approve, but Claude was far too busy kissing his new girl rather decadently, and his touch did feel so very good.

Kruger's trousers were being unbuttoned, one by one, by the young man knelt between his thighs. He slipped his hand inside, stroking Kruger's cock slowly.

Emma could barely take her eyes off the scene, her own hand gripping Jones' thigh, almost unconsciously moving closer to him. Still kissing his girlfriend rather sensually, Claude's hand was at the same time sliding further up along Emma's thigh. More sounds of urgent passion were drifting up to the gallery from the dance floor, the ecstatic sounds of people fucking openly in front of each other. The rhythm of the gasps and groans were overtaking her, her body melting with lust and desire.

Ahh, damn it, Emma thought to herself. When in Rome.

She turned to look at Jones and leaned into him. Without hesitation Jones lifted his hand softly to her face and kissed her gently, tasting her lips, his tongue gliding against hers, their lips mingling gorgeously. Emma felt herself melt against him, kissing him more passionately, no longer caring where she was or who might see her, too turned on to worry about it any longer, enjoying the moment, needing to be touched. She could hear more people starting to make their way upstairs into the gallery, looking for the more comfortable furniture and the darker corners of the club, but she didn't care any more. All she wanted was this kiss, this touch, this man. She could feel her body wanting to surrender to him.

As she leant over towards him, she could feel hands at her hips, and fingertips teasing into the waist of her panties, slowly attempting to pull them down. It could only be Claude, as Jones still had his arms around her, his hand drifting through her hair as they kissed. She wondered if Jones would see, wondered if he'd mind, because she knew there was no way she was going to stop Claude. Right now she wasn't entirely sure she'd have stopped anyone. She was intensely turned on, and the sights and sounds around her were pushing her arousal further.

Opposite her, the young man knelt at his feet was stroking Kruger's cock visibly, gliding his fingers up and down rhythmically. Kruger was delightfully erect, his own hand rubbing between the second man's thighs, needing both of them, clearly eager to fuck them. Gasps and groans were starting to drift through the club around them, more of their fellow party goers seduced by the rhythm of the music and by the urgency around them, succumbing to their desires.

Kruger clearly knew how to throw a good party. Some of the people in the club had obviously attended one of these before, not at all concerned about being watched, whereas others had initially been as nervous as Emma, unsure if they should stay, wary of displaying their sexuality in front of strangers. Now all were equally as aroused, equally as abandoned, too turned on to care who might see them, needing to fuck, to be fucked. And Emma was exquisitely wet.

She heard a soft groan coming from Kruger's sofa, looking across to see Kruger's head buried between the young man's thighs, his lips enclosed around the man's cock, sucking him eagerly. The other man knelt at Kruger's feet was stroking him rather delightfully, Kruger's cock now gorgeously swollen and impressively erect.

Emma gasped softly, her hand sliding down between Jones' thighs, her fingers trembling when she felt how hard he was, tugging open his buttons, wanting to touch him. It hadn't really occurred to her that Jones would be as turned on as she was, but the evidence between his thighs and the look on his face told her otherwise. He made no attempt to stop her as she tugged his hard, firm cock from his trousers, gasping softly against her neck as she began to stroke him, his own hand gliding down her body, drifting over her breast as he bit softly on her neck. Emma groaned, her hand slowly gliding up and down along his length, baring her neck to him as he bit harder, clearly wanting to mark her.

Behind her she could feel her panties still being tugged slowly down – she couldn't resist looking back to at least give Claude a disapproving glance, but as she turned to say something to him, she realised that it had not been him at all. Whilst she had been distracted, he and his new girlfriend had exchanged places, and it was Catherine, Claude's new lover, who grinned at Emma mischievously as she slid Emma's panties down her thighs, tugged them off her ankles and dropped them carelessly to the floor of the club. Emma felt herself pulse at the sight – she hadn't been touched by another girl since a few minor fumblings back in her college days, and Catherine looked intensely turned on. Which was hardly a surprise, given that Claude was knelt behind Catherine, looking up to smile wickedly at Emma as he slid his hand between his girlfriend's bare thighs, clearly stroking her. Claude was also already half naked, his erect penis on display and visibly throbbing.

Emma groaned at the sight, pushing Jones back on the sofa, leaning over him and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking on him lasciviously. Catherine clearly took this as a direct invitation, slipping her fingers between Emma's open thighs from behind and gliding her fingertips across Emma's sex, stroking her softly and rhythmically. It was almost more than Emma could bear. She pushed herself back against Catherine's fingers, opening her thighs wider for her, taking Jones' cock deeper into her mouth. It was all she could do to stop herself from coming right there and then.

She heard Catherine groan behind her, her fingers trembling as they pushed against Emma's sex. Without even glancing back she could work out what was happening. Claude had slipped his cock inside Catherine's cunt, starting to fuck her. Emma could hear the rhythmic slap of his hips against his girlfriend's ass, and the thought of it was driving her crazy with lust. Emma pushed back harder against Catherine's fingers, making it clear what she wanted, and she groaned with pleasure as her fingers slipped deeper inside Emma's cunt, pushing all the way inside her.

Emma knew she wouldn't be able to take it much longer. She could hear the sounds of other people having sex from around the gallery, and from beneath them around the dance floor. The club was descending into an orgy and here she was right in the middle of it, doing exactly what she'd told herself she wouldn't do. She knew that from his position behind her, Claude would have a perfect view of his girlfriend's fingers deep inside Emma's cunt. He was probably watching that as he was fucking her. This was the second time in two days that Claude had seen her naked and having sex. It was worryingly starting to become a habit.

On the sofas close to them, the three men were getting just as intense. One of the younger men was now naked and leaning back, the second man sucking his cock eagerly. Kruger was behind the second man, masturbating eagerly, paying no attention to Emma at all, looking instead directly at the man in front of him, his other hand stroking the man's ass, spreading some kind of lube over it. As Emma turned momentarily to watch she caught sight of Kruger sliding his cock down to the man's ass, slowly pushing it inside, the man groaning over the others' cock, pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

It was all Emma could take. She needed to come, she had to come. This had been building all night, and she could no longer deny it. She pulled her lips from Jones' swollen cock with a wet pop and grabbed onto it, shoving herself back harder onto Catherine's fingers, her hips bucking, her body spasming... a wet splash spilled from her cunt, flooding over Catherine's fingers... and that was it... Emma started to come, hard, grinding back against Catherine's hand, her cunt contracting around it, her orgasm rushing through her body, stifling a scream as the intense pleasure pulsated through her body.

Jones growled gorgeously, equally as aroused, pulling Emma up against him, kissing her lustfully, and turned her around to face Claude and the girl, tugging her up onto all fours, masturbating delightfully behind her. Emma looked back at him, almost begging him now, needing to be fucked, needing his cock inside her.

“Fuck me...” she gasped, “ohh god Jones, please fuck me.” Once again she found herself looking into Claude's eyes as she spoke. It was Jones' cock that she needed, his erection she wanted to feel plunging deep inside her, but there was something about the way Claude looked at her when she was being fucked that increased her arousal intensely. She was becoming an exhibitionist, she knew.

It excited her that Claude could see her, practically naked again and begging to be fucked. She wanted to see what that did to Claude, how much it made him want her. She wanted to make him come again, wanted to watch him come, and if she could do that with Jones' beautiful cock hard and deep inside her, his body warm and firm against her, all the better. She looked Claude in the eyes again, rubbing herself against Jones' cock, feeling it skidding against her soaking wet cunt, desperate for it. “Oh god please fuck me...” she begged again, and she moaned exquisitely as she felt the full length of Jones's penis thrust deep inside her, moaning again as she saw the look on Claude's face, the way he grabbed onto his girl from behind, ramming harder into her, looking right at Emma as he fucked her. Emma was certain that he was thinking about her, imagining fucking her, and something about that excited her all the more.

Behind her, Jones growled with pleasure, his penis throbbing hard inside her with each thrust, clearly close to orgasm, holding it back, his hand suddenly sliding through Emma's hair, tugging her back towards him as he thrust deeper. Emma cried out with pleasure, arching back, Jones biting hard on her neck as his cock rammed and rammed harder into her cunt, fucking her urgently now, barely able to hold back, delicious wet sounds spilling from her cunt, dripping onto the sofa. Emma was going to come again, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it back.

Jones pushed her shoulders down, ramming harder into her, and she looked up at Catherine in front of her. She was close to the edge, thrusting back hard against Claude, and as she watched Claude pulled her back against him, his hips suddenly pounding hard against her, ramming his cock urgently inside her. It was all Catherine could take – she screamed with pleasure, her body bucking into ecstatic convulsions, Claude moaning as he felt her cunt squeezing around him, right on the edge of his own orgasm.

Emma needed to see it. She looked Claude in the eyes again, pushing herself back harder against Jones' cock, but this time speaking directly to Claude.

“Come for me, Claude,” she gasped. “Ohh god please come for me. I want to see it. I want to see you come. Come for me, Claude... fucking come all over her...”

Claude groaned with pleasure, looking right at her, tugging his cock from the girl's cunt with a wet splash, wrapping his fist around his cock and pumping urgently once... twice... three times... and he came hard, a long spurt of cum shooting from the head of his cock, spattering onto Catherine's back, followed by another spurt, and another, soaking her with his cum.

It was all Emma could take – she cried out with intense pleasure, urgently bucking against Jones' cock, a gush of her wetness flooding over his thrusting erection as she came hard, and Jones growled in response, ramming harder inside her, a sudden hot jet of his cum spurting deep inside her cunt, pouring into her again and again, filling her with all his cum.