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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner is Served (Bradley Stoke) (MF)
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Title: {ASSM} Dinner is Served (Bradley Stoke) (MF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF
Short Summary: Zoe and Esther host a sex party.



Story: Dinner is Served (5,064 words)

Zoe and Esther are hosting a special kind of party, but when 
Esther's friend Pauline arrives she comes accompanied by Nigel. 
And Nigel doesn't quite know what sort of party he's been 
invited to. However, Zoe is sure she'll know what to do when 
Dinner is Served. Especially when that dinner is as appetising 
as Nigel.


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Dinner is Served
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Zoe felt quite excited as she pushed open the door to the 
flat she shared with Esther. Tonight was the night of the 
dinner party for which they'd been preparing for ever such a 
long time. Ever since the last such party in fact. That one 
had been such a success that they could hardly wait to get 
another organised. She smiled at her reflection in the hall 
mirror as she slipped off the denim jacket she'd been 
wearing. It had been so much fun her pussy had been sore 
for a week. She could hear a chop chop chop sound coming 
from the kitchen. 

"Esther! Is that you?" Zoe cried. 

"Of course. Who else could it be? I'm just preparing the 
vegetables. Do you want to come and help?"  

"I'll have to change first," Zoe laughed, glancing down at 
her smart casual cotton trousers and blouse. She wandered 
into the kitchen, where Esther stood with her back to her, 
busy slicing up the courgettes and aubergines. "Hey, you've 
hardly got anything on." 

Esther turned round to face Zoe. "What do you mean? I'm 
wearing an apron." This much was true. The straps were 
over the shoulders and the bib came half way down her 
thighs, but from behind all Zoe could see was naked flesh 
and Esther's pert round bum. "I'm just getting into the 
mood for the party."

"Ooh!" Zoe sighed, taking her flatmate by her shoulders 
and resting her chin on her bare shoulder. "Just seeing you 
like this makes me feel pretty much in the mood already."

Esther lay down her knife and turned round to face Zoe, so 
that the stiff cold plastic of the apron, and its pictures of 
pre-Raphaelite nudes, were pressed against Zoe's blouse. 
She stood on her toes so that her mouth was the same 
height as Zoe's mouth and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I 
know! Just having you here makes me feel pretty much in 
the mood already. But we haven't got the time. There's a lot 
of preparation to get through before the guests arrive. And 
besides, I don't want to be worn out before the party's even 
begun!"

Zoe laughed, and kissed Esther full on the mouth, while 
looping an arm around her bare waist. "You're so right. I'll 
prepare the dining room and everything else before I join 
you in preparing the food. I'm sure you can manage on your 
own for just a little longer."

The excitement just kept on building until the food was at 
last ready and placed in the oven, the carpet vacuumed and 
the places laid at the table for all the guests. Zoe counted 
the chairs. There were nine chairs laid out, and the tenth 
one could be pulled in should there be an extra guest. Zoe 
visualised her guests. Places for Adrian and Steve, Jane and 
Martin, Noelle and Mark, and, of course, Pauline who 
never seemed to have a steady partner but never seemed to 
have any difficulty in picking up casual ones. She totted it 
up. Four men. Five women. More women than men. Not 
that Zoe really minded. She'd never really been sure what 
her preference was. But as she thought about the feel and 
thrust of a good man's cock, she wasn't sure that the 
balance was really right. Anyway, how could she be sure 
that Adrian and Steve would willingly share themselves 
with the girls? And when she said 'girls', she really meant 
herself.

Bach's Adagio and Fugue trilled down the hallway in a 
rendition the German master would probably not have been 
flattered by. Zoe picked up the phone. "Hi! Who is it?" she 
asked breathlessly. This was always her biggest fear before 
a party. Someone ringing in to say they couldn't come. It 
was Pauline. Shit! Zoe almost said out loud. That girl was 
so fucking unreliable. No wonder she never kept her 
boyfriends for more than a week at a time. But Zoe needn't 
have worried. Pauline had met a man a few days ago at the 
office restaurant, and she'd invited him to come over that 
night. And then she'd noticed that the date clashed with the 
party, so she wondered whether she could bring him along. 
His name was Nigel. 

Zoe smiled. If nothing else it evened up the numbers. 
Perhaps she'd get a bit of cock tonight after all. "Of course 
he can come. The more the merrier. But make sure you 
bring enough wine. We've only got the one crate in."

Pauline laughed on the other side of the phone. "And I'll 
bring a dildo as well. You'll love it, Zoe. It's a real 
wowser!"

Zoe could feel the juice between her legs loosen with 
anticipation. "As long as you bring yourself along. That's 
what really matters."

It took ages for Zoe and Esther to work out what to wear 
to the party as the food was slowly cooking in the oven. 
Zoe settled on a black blouse that opened ever so 
revealingly to reveal the swell of her relatively modest 
bosom, and a short skirt that rode quite high up her slim 
thighs. 

Esther was typically less modest, choosing a top that bared 
her arms and waist, and emphasised her much larger 
breasts. She chose not to wear a skirt or trousers, but a 
strap-on dildo that dangled down onto her inner thigh. It 
looked quite realistic with plastic veins and a bulbous head. 
She combed her straight dyed-blonde hair, which framed 
her face and showed off the beauty of her long neck. 

Zoe's own hair was bushy and dark brown, and showed off 
her own slim neck and angular shoulders. She gazed at her 
reflection. Her eyelids were light blue and her lips were 
painted a dark seductive red. Behind her she could see the 
dildo bouncing up and down, and swaying side-to-side as 
Esther vigorously combed her hair. God! Zoe could really 
do with a cock tonight! A strap-on might do, but it never 
felt as warm as a man's prick. And it never had that pulsing 
beat of the veins against her sensitive cunt-lips. Please let it 
be so!

The guests soon arrived. First were Adrian and Steve, 
dressed as always in jeans and tight tee shirts that showed 
off the rewards of their many dedicated hours in the gym. 
They kissed Zoe and Esther tenderly on the cheeks, and 
waltzed hand-in-hand into the living room where, as 
always, they were soon leafing through the pile of 
magazines stacked up on the coffee table. 

Then there was Jane and Martin both dressed in leather. 
Jane just loved the sight of Esther's dildo. While Martin 
kissed Zoe long and lingeringly, his leather singlet brushing 
against the nipples under her blouse, Jane knelt down and 
playfully ran her tongue up and down the length of the 
plastic toy. But this was just foreplay. The couple strode 
into the living room and chatted to the two men who still 
held onto their magazines, and, as they always did, started 
riffling through the girls' CD collection to find some chill-
out dance music. 

Noelle and Mark arrived a few minutes later. Mark was 
wearing a shirt and tie, jacket and trousers: dressed more 
like the executive he was during the day rather than a 
partygoer. Noelle was rather more unrestrained. She wore a 
tight strapless dress that emphasised the heave of her 
breasts and the long neck that curved up to her inch-long 
hair. 

The couples sat in the living room, nibbling on canapes, 
nachos and dips, with glasses of white wine and, in Noelle's 
case a glass of sherry. Mark pulled out a small packet and 
started skinning up a fat one on the cover of Business 
Weekly. Jane was spreading Esther's CDs about the floor 
and selecting tunes that she particularly enjoyed. Zoe wasn't 
sure she appreciated all Jane's taste. She was looking 
forward to when she could wrest the stereo off Jane and 
put on some restful jazz or some ambient drum and bass. 

Finally, Mark's joint had been round the room a couple of 
times, the nibbles were mostly finished, and still Pauline 
hadn't arrived. This was only to be expected. The girl was 
so fucking unreliable! But Esther decided that it wasn't a 
good idea to wait, or the potatoes would get burnt and the 
vegetables too soggy. So the party adjourned to the dining 
room section of the living room, while Zoe slipped on a 
Nitin Sawhney album she thought would better suit the 
ambience than fucking Armand Van Helden. 

It was only when the plates were set out and forks and 
knives were poised to tuck in, that the sitar sounds were 
interrupted by the strangled sound of the Fanfare for the 
Common Man. It was the doorbell. Zoe leaped out of her 
seat. After all, Pauline had been her friend longer than she 
had known Esther. She ran to the door, partly miffed at 
Pauline's lateness, but relieved she'd turned up at all.

Pauline was there at the door with that sweet winning smile 
that always melted Zoe's heart however undependable her 
friend was. She was wearing a smart trouser suit with a 
wide tie over her blouse and pushed forward by the thrust 
of her bosom. 

"Hi! Meet Nigel," she said, standing to one side so that Zoe 
could see her chaperone. Zoe smiled, but was slightly 
alarmed. Nice looking though Nigel was, he didn't really 
look the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the sort of 
party she and Esther were holding. He was well built, quite 
tall, with averagely short curly brown hair, a short-sleeved 
blue shirt and neatly creased trousers. This in itself was not 
what alarmed Zoe. After all, how did she expect her guests 
to dress? In fucking manacles and black leather hoods? 
What concerned Zoe were his disarmingly pleasant smile 
and his polite demeanour. 

"Hello, Nigel," Zoe said with as welcoming a smile as she 
could muster, but as soon as she could she gave Pauline a 
quizzical glare. "Shall we take your bottle into the kitchen 
so we can cool it in the fridge?" 

As Nigel walked ahead into the kitchen carrying his bottle, 
Zoe whispered urgently to Pauline. "Does Nigel know what 
sort of party this is?"

Pauline smiled. "Well. Not really. I didn't want to put him 
off coming."

"Coming? Does he 'come' in any sense of the word? Has he, 
for instance, 'come' in you, Pauline?"

"Well, not yet, sweetest. But I'm sure he will."

Zoe screwed up her face. This could be embarrassing. But 
the die was cast now. There was no way back now that 
Nigel had passed the threshold. He wandered back to the 
girls, smiling appreciatively.

"You've sure got a nice place here. Esther. Or is it Zoe?"

"Zoe," the hostess corrected him. "Yes, but it cost a lot. 
Property prices. You know. I couldn't have afforded it by 
myself."

"Oh. So that's why you share with Esther."

Zoe didn't choose to correct him this time. "Come on, you 
two. Dinner is served."

She pushed open the door to the dining room where the 
other guests were already eating. Zoe noted with relief that 
nobody was behaving in any way that might have alarmed 
Nigel. Indeed, the dinner party looked decidedly 
unthreatening, and plates of food were laid out for the two 
latecomers.

And then Esther stood up to greet her guests. Zoe felt a 
certain anxiety at this point. How would Nigel react as 
Esther walked towards them, her dildo swaying gently in 
front of her and a glimpse of nipple seeking to escape from 
her skimpy top? She regarded Nigel and noted that he had 
visibly blanched. 

"Hi there, Pauline. Glad you could make it," Esther said, 
kissing her on the lips. "And you must be Nigel?" She 
kissed him gently on the cheeks.

Nigel's voice seemed to be failing him. "Er. Yes. That's me. 
That's who I am," he replied uncertainly.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your meal. Pauline didn't tell me 
whether you were a vegetarian, but you needn't worry. 
Zoe's a vegetarian herself, so there's no meat here."

Zoe was sure that Nigel's anxiety wasn't caused by dietary 
concerns. But he took his seat between Pauline and Adrian, 
just opposite Mark and herself. She could see Nigel 
exchange worried glances with Pauline, but she merely 
smiled in that ambiguous way she excelled in and shrugged 
her shoulders. 

The conversation over the meal was fairly unexceptional. 
Jane chatted about the nightclubs she'd been to and how she 
was beginning to get a bit old for that sort of thing. Mark 
discussed recent movements on the stock exchange. Adrian 
and Steve competed with each other to express the greater 
enthusiasm for some musical they'd seen. Esther presided 
over it all with her usual skill, ensuring that nobody 
dominated the conversation and that boring subjects weren't 
pursued beyond other guests' endurance. Zoe watched 
Pauline and Nigel chat, and was interested in observing 
how his expression alternated from interest in his partner to 
discomfort in his environment. Every now and then he 
would glance towards Esther, perhaps visualising her dildo 
under the table. Or perhaps regarding her nipple as it 
occasionally popped out from the cleavage of her top.

Adrian started chatting to Nigel, which at first troubled 
Zoe. Perhaps Nigel was gay himself, and this party would 
just disintegrate into two separate groups of exclusive 
homosexual preference. However, she could tell from 
Adrian's expression that Nigel was not even aware that he 
was being chatted up and that Adrian was getting nowhere 
at all with this little fishy. 

"So, Nigel, you work at the same place as Pauline?" Zoe 
wondered, noticing that his companion was having a rather 
animated conversation with Martin about drugs and dance 
music. 

Nigel looked at her gratefully. He had noticed that Adrian 
had shifted his attention to Mark who was much less 
choosy than him and had perhaps began to realise what 
Adrian liked most in a man. "Well, we share the same staff 
restaurant. I'm a systems analyst on the ZEN project..."

"'Zen'? Sounds a bit mystical."

"No, it's just an acronym. It's a fund management system."

"Oh really," said Zoe, regretting already this turn in the 
conversation. She glanced around her in the hope that she 
could change the focus toward some other 
conversationalist. She latched onto Pauline. "What do you 
know about 'ZEN', Pauline?"

"Bugger all!" Pauline laughed. "Is Nigel talking shop 
again?" She placed a firm hand on his upper leg, and Zoe 
could see him visibly jump. "I don't know anything about 
'Zen', but I wouldn't mind trying out some Tantric Sex."

At this, almost everyone on the table chortled and laughed 
in a way that alarmed Nigel even more. Even he realised 
that what she'd said wasn't really that funny.

After the pudding and coffees, everyone was beginning to 
get a little nervous. How was it all going to progress to the 
next stage? A strange quietness descended on the party, 
broken when Esther stood up and announced she'd better 
clear up the dirty plates.

This was Pauline's cue. She smiled broadly and stood up in 
front of Esther and boldly grasped the dildo protruding 
from her crotch. "Oh don't worry about that, Esther. I'm 
sure we can sort that out in the morning." She then angled 
her face towards Esther whose mouth almost immediately 
made contact with Pauline's lips. And then the two began 
kissing each other, their arms around each other, and 
Pauline seizing Esther's dildo and employing it as if it were 
real. 

And following the two girls' example, the party came to its 
second phase. Adrian and Mark and Steve collapsed on the 
sofa in a mass of testosterone charged urgency. Noelle and 
Martin fell onto Jane. And there was Zoe looking around at 
the three groups with which she could so easily engage 
herself, but concerned also about Nigel. What would he do? 

He was still sitting at his chair at the table, staring in 
disbelief and surprise as his date for the night was divesting 
herself of her clothes and taking Esther's dildo into her 
mouth. He had a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, 
which he held up halfway towards his mouth, but he was 
not sure what to do with it. Zoe stood up from the armchair 
where she'd been sitting, daintily stepped over Noelle's bare 
outstretched legs on the carpet and picked up the leather 
trousers that she'd pulled off. She walked over to Nigel, 
carrying the trousers over her arm, slyly unbuttoning her 
blouse as she strode forward.

"Was this the sort of party you thought you'd be coming 
to?" she asked with a smile.

Nigel looked up at her. His face was contorted with a 
mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He stuttered. "I 
didn't... I had no idea that... And Pauline... She's..."

Zoe pulled open her blouse, letting free her breasts, and 
then tugged it off and left it by the side of Noelle's trousers 
on a chair. She stood opposite the seated Nigel, topless and 
herself slightly embarrassed to be presenting herself so 
shamelessly. "Pauline's just sex mad. As we all are. So, 
come on Nigel. Let's see what you have to offer!"

Nigel went an even redder hue. "I'm not sure... It's not 
quite... If I'd known..." And then without another word, he 
suddenly stood out of his seat and rushed straight out of the 
living room and into the hallway.

"Shit!" snarled Zoe. This was what she'd been afraid of. 
Nigel was a real party pooper. She looked around her. The 
three men were busy on the sofa. Adrian had Mark's penis 
deep inside his mouth, while Steve was probing his tongue 
around the puckered hole of Adrian's anus. Esther had 
pushed her dildo into Pauline's cunt and the two girls were 
pretending to enjoy something that was clearly relatively 
uncomfortable and unnatural, while their mouths continued 
to grapple. The third group on the floor was actually the 
most completely unclothed. Martin's penis thrusting away 
into Noelle's cunt while Jane was kissing her husband with 
one arm around Noelle's bare back. Which group should 
Zoe join? She knew that the one where she'd be most 
welcome would be with Pauline and Esther. But Esther 
could have her any time. It was cock that Zoe wanted. And 
the only one not so far answered for had just left the room. 

Zoe sighed. She pushed open the living room door and 
strode into the empty hallway. She eased the door shut 
behind her, obscuring the portentous sounds of Orbital and 
the groans, grunts, giggles and occasional shrieks of her 
guests. Where the fuck had Nigel gone? And should she 
just count her blessings and join Pauline and Esther? After 
all, a dildo mightn't be a cock but it was a hard thing that 
might just about satisfy a soft place.

"Nigel! Where are you?" Zoe shouted, knowing full well 
that he was most likely to be skulking in the kitchen. She 
pulled off her skirt. It had been so uncomfortable. And 
she'd got no further use for it. She wandered through the 
open kitchen door, wearing just her knickers, to see Nigel 
sitting disconsolately on the stool with a glass in his hand 
that he'd just refilled with the red cooking wine that Esther 
had left on the breakfast table. "What are you doing here, 
Nigel?" 

He glanced up at Zoe with a slightly pained expression. He 
smiled wanly, but tried not to stare directly at Zoe's breasts. 
"I'm not sure. I don't know. Waiting for Pauline, I 
suppose."

Zoe laughed. "Then you're going to be waiting for a fuck of 
a long time then, Nigel. Pauline's usually the last to leave 
any party."

Nigel sighed again. "I don't suppose I can wait for ever 
then. I wasn't expecting this. I don't know what I was 
expecting. Certainly not this, anyway."

Zoe strode right up behind Nigel where he was sitting and 
put her arms around his neck. "Well, Nigel. 'This' is exactly 
what this party's all about. Don't you think it's fun?"

Nigel was clearly struggling in his conflict between libido 
and what he considered to be decency. "It's just not. I 
mean. It's not. I was expecting a dinner party. Not an 
orgy."

"An orgy is when there's more than two people involved," 
Zoe reasoned. "There aren't more than two people here in 
this kitchen."

"But in the living room. And besides... I don't even know 
you. I came here with Pauline. And I thought..."

"Don't say you didn't think that you and Pauline 
wouldn't...?"

"Well, I thought it might be possible. But not usually until 
you've been seeing each other for a while. And... What are 
you doing?"

"Don't be alarmed, Nigel. I'm just examining the wares," 
smiled Zoe, who had sunk down to Nigel's knees and was 
unzipping his flies. She was glad he'd not worn jeans. They 
were a fucking pain to get open: so tight and all those 
fiddly buttons!

"I'm not sure you should be... I don't really know you..." 
stuttered Nigel as Zoe's hand delved into his front and 
tugged at his underpants. 

It wasn't quite as easy to get at his cock as she'd thought, 
so she undid the top buttons at the waist and pulled the 
trousers fully open. And then she saw what Nigel had had 
to offer. Fucking hell! Jackpot! She'd struck gold. She'd 
been right to follow Nigel into the kitchen. What a fucking 
monster!

"You're very... Very... Well ... Endowed, Nigel!" she 
managed to say as she slid out the floppy but still massive 
weight of his prick and the corresponding large testicles. 
"Has anyone told you that?" She looked straight up at 
Nigel's face above her.

Nigel's face was contorted by the battle still going on in his 
mind. "My last girlfriend used to say she'd never seen one 
any bigger."

"Well, Nigel. I've seen a lot of cock in my life. A lot of 
fucking pricks I can tell you. But I've never seen a prick 
like this before. How come your girlfriend's not still with 
you?" 

"It just didn't... you know... she was... it was a while 
back... Hey! What are you doing with your teeth?"

Zoe didn't answer this time. She was far too preoccupied in 
running the large thick meat of Nigel's cock in and out of 
her mouth. God! It tasted good. Just like a piece of meat 
should taste. Hot. And firm. And twitching. And so much 
of it. With that strange smell that gave it an odour which 
really switched on her juices. Oh God! Oh God! She seized 
the waist of Nigel's trousers and pulled them and the 
underpants down below his knees, while stretching a hand 
up up up his smooth muscled torso to the hairs of his chest. 
Nigel's prick was responding. Getting bigger. And stiffer. 
And harder. The glans was shining as the foreskin pulled all 
the way off and a trail of saliva drooped like a washing line 
between the glans and Zoe's lower lip.

Zoe pulled herself up onto Nigel's chest, rubbing her nipples 
against the fabric of his short-sleeved shirt. The shirt 
buttons slid over the perspiration of her skin. "Come on big 
boy. Off with your clothes!"

"I'm sorry? I mean. What do you think...?"

"Shit! Stop fucking moaning and get on with it!"

Weakly and defeated, Nigel undid his shirt and pulled it off, 
while below Zoe pulled his trousers and underpants off, and 
(because she really hated the sight of it in porn films) she 
made sure his shoes and socks were also off. And then, 
when Nigel was good and naked, and his prick standing 
proudly out from the centre of his body, swaying slightly 
from its own weight and majesty, and only then, Zoe pulled 
off her knickers so that she was totally naked. Her short 
trimmed crotch waiting and prepared for Nigel's invasion. 
She stood back to admire Nigel. Fuck! What a dick! She 
wanted it in her. And she wanted it in her now!

"Come on, Nigel! Give it to me!" she commanded.

"What? Here? In the kitchen?"

"It's hot and ready! We'd don't want it to go off the boil do 
we?"

Zoe needn't have worried about that though, as became 
obvious in the next few hours. What fucking planet did 
Nigel come from? Wherever it was, Zoe wanted to go 
there. Not only was his prick so fucking enormous that it 
almost tore her vagina apart, well practised though it was 
by Esther's fist and fingers, but it just stayed big and hot 
and thrusting and willing. It just never seemed to give up. 
And as Nigel became less concerned with decency and 
more with passion, it just went on and on. Pounding and 
pushing into her. That prick just went on and on. Zoe soon 
lost count of the number of times she'd come. Well, as she'd 
got to learn, there were so many different flavours of 
orgasm, and those you got with a man were often those 
strange moaning, whimpering ones, often bypassing the G-
spot and the clitoris and just swelling out the inner cavities. 

Zoe didn't want to lose Nigel. She knew what Pauline and 
Noelle would do if they caught a glimpse of a dick like 
Nigel's. It'd be in their cunts as quick as you could blink. 
After just quarter of an hour of kitchen pumping, Zoe 
facing the breakfast table, while Nigel fucked her from 
behind, not in her arse of course (it probably didn't even 
cross his mind to try), but in that weird angle that was only 
possible when a prick was good and hard and your cunt 
was just juicy but not so totally wet that things slid out. 
Then, sweat running down her neck and pasting her eyelids, 
she grabbed Nigel's still erect prick and guided him out of 
the kitchen and into her bedroom, or the one she shared 
with Esther, and the two collapsed on the double bed that 
dominated the room.

And then it went on. Fucking. Screwing. Screeching. 
Occasionally pausing. Collapsed in each other's arms. But 
not for long, until the incorrigible Nigel was up and going 
and back in the welcoming recesses of her cunt. Slap. Slap. 
Slap. Zoe moaned. And groaned. And sighed. And 
shrieked. And still it went on. Was there any way that Nigel 
would stop? Most men couldn't keep this kind of fucking 
going on for much more than half an hour. And usually 
once they'd released their come (usually deep inside her), 
the fun was over just when Zoe was just beginning to get to 
the next stage in her abandon and passion. But not this one. 
In fact, Zoe wasn't at all sure whether Nigel had come at 
all. She didn't pause to wonder what this might mean for his 
feelings for her. In fact, she wasn't sure she really cared. 
Nigel was her fuck toy. And for as long as he fucked her, 
he was the best toy a girl could ever hope for.

"Hey, Zoe! We wondered where you'd got to!"

Zoe arched her head behind her, Nigel astride her and still 
pushing away into her bruised, battered and still willing 
vagina. There was Pauline and Esther, naked, arm in arm, 
no strap-on dildos now, and a glimpse of Jane and Martin 
fully clothed in the frame of the doorway. "Hi there, 
Esther," she said weakly. "I just got carried away."

"And I can see why," remarked Pauline, regarding the semi-
erect penis that had been snatched so rudely out of Zoe's 
vagina by Nigel's embarrassment at being found out. "Fuck! 
If I'd known I wouldn't have let anyone else get their hands 
on my man. Hey Nigel. What say you we finish our date 
together?"

"Shit, man!" suddenly remarked Martin who wandered in, 
leaving Jane standing at the door. "If I'd known I'm sure 
we'd have stayed a bit longer. But we don't want to miss 
our taxi. Fuck! That's one big dick! I'm real choosy with the 
dicks I'll go for, but that's one I'd make a definite beeline 
for."

This remark clearly alarmed Nigel. He jumped up and raced 
out of the door past Jane who watched his swinging penis 
as it went by with wide-eyed fascination. "My clothes!" He 
gasped. "The kitchen!"

The next thing Zoe saw was Nigel running back past the 
door down the hallway, fully clothed. He briefly poked his 
head through the door. "I've got to catch the last train!" he 
gasped, and the next sound was the flat door slam behind 
him.

Zoe, Pauline and Esther watched Nigel's frenetic activity 
with incredulous silence that lasted perhaps another twenty 
seconds after the door had closed. Then they burst into 
hoots of laughter.

"Did you see his face?" chortled Esther.

"Martin, you bastard. You cunt. If you hadn't said that we'd 
have had a real piece of meat to finish off our dinner," said 
Pauline with laughter that belied the aggression of her 
words.

"Well. I was only speaking the truth. Wasn't I, Jane dear? 
After all, I must be the only guy who had no dick this 
evening. And the only girl too, seeing's I've dipped my 
piece into every sushi dip this evening 'cept Zoe's here! But 
you've had a real boner to contend with, haven't you?"

Zoe smiled. She'd wanted cock. And she'd got more cock 
than she could ever have hoped for. And all from one guy. 
And no sharing, either. And now, when the last of her 
guests had gone, and the taxis weren't going to be that long 
in arriving, her repast would be completed with the love 
and affection of Pauline and Esther in the sweaty, 
disordered sheets and blankets of her bed. And not just love 
and affection, but fists, fingers and long stiff rubber. 

Zoe smiled. She could hardly wait till her next party. She 
and Esther would begin planning it before the sun rose and 
the weekend began. But she wasn't sure whether she'd 
invite Nigel along. In fact, she wasn't sure whether he'd 
even come to the party. Or even, on reflection, whether 
he'd even come at this party.




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