I fought to please the big rocks, letting my lips cradle the heavy weight of each and my tongue trace the deep ridges. When I finally managed to stuff... one of the fist-sized orbs into my maw, I felt it tighten and the stud gave a roar as his bulky 8 incher above spat out a huge torrent, raining down his shaft onto my cream-glazed visage. A fifth guard instantly replaced him, grabbing my ankles and lifting with a twist, contorting me into a fuckable pretzel, his thrusts coming in the form of hard. It took place in a dark corner at a party with a fairly new girlfriend. We had been on our own, smooching and kissing in a dark corner for some time. My girlfriend was sitting across my lap; it was late and we were both tired, but feeling very horny. I discreetly had my hand up her skirt and had been fingering her for some time, to her quite obvious pleasure (and mine too!) first with my fingers stroking and feeling her through the thin material of her panties, and then I pulled the gusset to. Justanother stranger. The throng just flowed around and beyond. Another half hour and the 'itch' began again as she glanced at the lineand sighed. There were times when being male was a huge advantage.Sighing again, she rose and joined the queue. It was 'only' forty five minutes and she hoped her rug and hamper wereas she left them. Her gaze travelled to that section of wall. He wasstill there, looking slightly wilted and sun-blasted. 'Why?'For no reason she could understand beyond curiosity. I watched as the valetthen took the car to the restaurant's private parking area. We thencrossed the long gleaming tiled floor and headed for the bank ofelevators.Doug had been right about one thing. I was more than certain I wouldn'tbe seeing anyone I even remotely knew, not here. This was the top ofthe mark. I watched as people came and went from the elevators andnoticed the ladies in their evening gowns and the men in either veryexpensive suits or in tuxedos. I was still a bit flushed and.