Party time!

Sue was getting ready for the party, but there was no hurry, in fact she was looking forward to taking her time and was revelling in the anticipation.

The new dress was hanging up ready. She'd tried it on in the shop but hadn't yet 'worn it in anger'. Her heart gave a skip when she looked at it, black velvet stretch material with a sweetheart neck and the thing that gave her the biggest thrill, it was short, very short!

She imagined the looks she was going to get when she was wearing it at the party. There'd be the furtive glances from guys who'd be concerned about their wives or girlfriends catching them looking and there'd be others who would openly stare, unable to take their eyes off her legs and wondering what she was wearing underneath.

That was the bit that was giving her the biggest thrill, she'd decided on the day she'd bought it that she wouldn't be wearing underwear with it when she went out. Oh, if only those guys who were going to be looking knew about that.

How daring was she going to be? Wearing a very short dress with nothing underneath was daring enough but a little part of her was wondering if she'd feel tempted to 'flash'.

Her boyfriend, Mark, was picking her up and she knew he wouldn't mind how much she was showing. In fact, she knew full well he'd be encouraging her because it turned him on to have other blokes looking at her.

Whilst showering she shaved her most intimate area, she wanted to be as smooth as possible because cunnilingus was Mark's favourite, and she was more than happy to let him fulfil his need in that department.

After showering she did her makeup and hair. Her hair she put up but with a couple of straggly bits either side.

Her breathing went up when it was time to put the dress on, the stretchy material clung to her ample curves and the black contrasted perfectly with her long blonde hair. She ran her hands over her body, smoothing the dress down. She knew it was too tight, but she'd bought it that way deliberately, Mark always said to her that he much preferred her in a dress or skirt that was a size too small.

As she ran her hands over the dress, she was tempted to slide a hand between her legs as she was already excited and wet but managed to resist, knowing that holding off would make the rest of the evening even more intense.

The final touch was the shoes, black courts with 4 inch heels and ankle straps. Pleased with the overall effect in the full length mirror she pulled on her long coat as she heard Mark's usual knock on the door. She wasn't going to let him see the outfit until they were at the party.

The party was in a block of flats where Mark's best friend, Phil, also lived. In fact, it was him who'd originally introduced them to the hosts.

As they walked from the car and onto the tiled floor of the flats there was the unmistakeable 'click clack' sound of stilettos on hard surface, a sound that Sue loved to hear and a sound she knew always made Mark turn his head to look.

After entering the home Sue asked Mark to take her coat and put it with all the others in one of the bedrooms. As soon as he removed it his response was instant, "Fuckin' hell, you look gorgeous!"

The first port of call was the kitchen to get drinks. Sue had a very large glass of wine and drank it quickly. Now that she was in a crowd of people she was nervous of just how sexy and revealing her outfit was and needed a little Dutch courage.

They continued to stand and chat in the kitchen for a while and within a few minutes Sue was aware she was two thirds of the way down the wine bottle. Phil arrived and joined them in the kitchen, filled his own glass and then brought two more for Mark and Sue. She saw the bottle she'd started not long before was now empty and she felt more relaxed as the alcohol lowered her inhibitions and gave her that warm 'fluffy' feeling she enjoyed so much.

Phil's eyes had hardly left Sue's body even when he was talking to Mark and eventually he said to Mark, "I don't know how you got so lucky, matey, I'm not sure I'd have got to the party if she was with me!"

"Trust me," said Mark, "if I'd seen the outfit earlier we'd still be at her place!"

Sue continued to drink after they moved into the dimly lit lounge, and she realised that she was now close to being pissed. She stood against a wall listening to the music with Mark next to her. Phil had moved away to talk to somebody else, but he kept turning back to look at her.

Mark's hand slid round her waist and then slowly moved lower to fondle her bum. As he stroked her Sue said to him, "If you're looking for a panty line you won't find one, I'm not wearing any."

He immediately dropped his hand below the hem of her dress then up again on the inside to confirm what she'd just told him. "You fuckin' dirty bitch." was all he said, but she took it as a compliment, she knew he loved her being a 'fuckin' dirty bitch' as much as she loved being one.

Phil came over and him and Mark went back to the kitchen and returned with more drinks. Both had knowing smiles and Sue wondered what had been said. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked.

"Most definitely!" they replied in unison.

Now Mark was standing in front of her which blocked the view of most people and put his hand up her dress. A finger slid between her lips and expertly found her clitoris which he began to slowly circle.

Although Mark had positioned himself so what he was doing wasn't on view to most people Sue noticed that Phil had now moved to the side of the room where he could see what was happening and his eyes were glued on the pair of them.

Mark and Phil had been best friends since their teens and had shared most things, holidays, trips around the country for football or cricket matches and now Sue was sure Mark had shared what she was wearing, or rather wasn't wearing, under her dress.

She certainly wasn't worried by it; she'd known Phil from soon after she'd met Mark and he often went out with them. Phil rarely seemed to have a steady girlfriend so on a Saturday night would often join Mark and Sue in trips out to pubs or clubs. As Mark lived in town it was easier to use his place as a base as it meant an easy walk back from most places rather than having to drive or get a cab and on these nights Phil would invariably sleep on the sofa.

A Saturday night drinking was without fail followed by lengthy fucking sessions into the early hours and it had occurred to Sue that Phil must've been able to hear all that was going on.

Mark had confirmed that one Sunday when he'd said to her, "Before Phil left this morning he told me he always has to masturbate when he stays here because he can always hear you being fucked."

Rather than put her off it turned her on and even though she said nothing to Mark about it, from that day on if Phil was staying, she was always aware that she was louder than usual when she orgasmed. She especially liked to shout out loud "Fuck me!" or "I'm gonna come!" and always wondered if that had made Phil come at the same time if he was masturbating.

The thought of a guy masturbating, or better still, watching him do it, always made her extremely horny. She loved it if Mark straddled her when she was fully clothed and ejaculated on her dress or her stockings.

Even better now was the knowledge that Phil masturbated and made himself come whilst listening to her being licked or fucked and brought to orgasm.

She didn't realise quite how much this turned her on until one Saturday night in bed after a drunken night out and Phil was again on the lounge sofa. She was wearing stockings and suspenders and still had her heels on as she was being fucked from behind. Mark rolled onto his back and pulled her over on top of him, so her back was against his chest.

Mark was still sliding slowly in and out of her and told her to open her legs wide and put her heels down to bear some of the weight. In this position it was easy for him to put both arms round her and stroke her lips with his fingers. Then something she wasn't expecting; as he started to gently rub her clitoris, he said to her, "With me fucking you in this position it'd be really easy for Phil to be licking your clit at the same time."

The orgasm that rocked her almost instantaneously took her by surprise in both its power and its rapidity. Nothing more was said then, but Sue knew she had a new fantasy that was going to crop up in her dreams on a regular basis.

All these memories came back to her at the party as she let Mark continue to lightly finger fuck her, and she kept looking over to see if Phil was still watching. 'Oh well' she thought 'he's heard us enough times and he can't really see too much even if he knows what's happening.' She also became aware of how much being watched was turning her on.

Eventually Sue pulled Mark to the middle of the room to dance and positioned herself with her back against him so she could gyrate against him and feel his erection pushing against her. Phil was right in front of her just a few feet away and it was very obvious Mark wasn't the only one with a hard on.

Phil stepped closer and Sue wondered (actually hoped) that he was going to ask if he could dance with her. With the alcohol doing its job she was fancying the idea of teasing another guy and she was also fancying the idea of feeling another erection pushed against her. As it was, what Phil said was, "If you two carry on like this you're going to be fucking in the middle of the room!"

She laughed and Mark said, "It might come to that cos I'm sure I can't wait to get her home."

"My flat's one floor below, you can use that if you want?" Phil offered, and Mark was soon returning with her coat and ushering her away from the party and out of the door. She concentrated hard to walk sensibly down the flight of stairs in her very high heels and inebriated condition.

Phil unlocked his door and let them both in and Sue wondered if he was going back to the party, but he followed them inside. She then lost track of where he was because Mark was kissing her passionately and backing her into the small kitchen diner.

After just a few backward steps she felt the kitchen table behind her and at the same time Mark's hands went to either side of her dress and pushed it roughly up around her waist before he bent her backwards onto the table.

He was between her legs now and was releasing his cock from his trousers before lifting her legs from the floor and pushing her knees wide apart. There was no foreplay required, she was soaking wet, and Mark plunged into her hard.

She expected him to fuck her fast and furiously but instead he started to move slowly in and out of her and a smile was playing across his face. "I always thought fuckin' dirty bitches liked to be watched and you're proving it."

She turned her head to the side and for the first time realised that Phil was still in the room with them. Not only was he still in the room but his cock was out, and he was masturbating whilst breathing heavily and staring at them.

He'd heard her being fucked often enough which excited her but being fucked while he watched was making it difficult to breathe she was so turned on.

Mark was still sliding into her deep and slow when he said, "He's lent us his flat, the least you can do is help him out."

She wasn't sure what he meant at first and then saw that Phil, still cock in hand, was standing by the side of the table.

"Take it in your hand you fuckin' dirty bitch." said Mark and she wasn't going to need to be told twice. She was now on the very edge of orgasm as she felt one cock pounding her cunt and the other filling her hand and starting to leak pre-cum.

As the first wave of her orgasm washed over her it was all too much for Mark and Phil and her delirious screams meant that they were soon groaning too as Mark ejaculated deep inside her at the same time as Phil exploded over her arm, neck and chest.

Despite both coming neither showed signs of losing their erections and as soon as Mark withdrew he said, "Get the fuckin' dirty bitch to the bed."

The pair of them half dragged and half carried her still quivering body to the bedroom where she was pushed onto the bed on all fours.

Her black dress was now right round her waist as Mark knelt behind her and once again pushed his cock deep inside her cunt. She'd lost track of where Phil was but when Mark used her hair to pull her head back she could see he was kneeling on the bed right in front of her.

She was shuddering too much to lift her hands from the bed but there was no need as Phil eased the head of his cock in and proceeded to fuck her mouth. He was gentle and didn't try to choke her, just let her suck and lick at him. It was probably just as well that he'd already released so much tension when she'd made him come with her hand.

Her orgasms were now just about continuous, one wave subsiding and the next starting immediately afterwards as she lost all sense of how long it was they'd both been fucking her until it was obvious they were both about to come again. She felt Phil shudder as he filled her mouth and Mark's thrusts became faster and shorter as he came inside her once again before all three of them collapsed, exhausted onto the bed.

It was some hours later when they awoke, Sue was still wearing her heels and her dress was still round her waist when Mark and Phil stirred. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or what to say so aimed for a light hearted remark; "I suppose this means Phil won't be wanking himself the next time all three of us are round Mark's on a Saturday night?"

"Oh, better than that," said Mark, "next time he's going to be fucking you while I watch."

The End (or possibly just the start?)