I nervously arrived late at the party. though the crowed room I recognized Chelsea instantly. Even with her back to me I could tell it was her, a red silk dress clinging tightly to her slim curved body, I admit I've run my eyes over her curves on many lustful occasion... but I dreaded seeing her also. Chelsea was a notorious bitch.
Tonight it was a business function, I was dressed in my best suit, my only suit, but it still looked good. Chelsea and the other manageresses looked amazing, tight skimpy cocktail dresses with a lot of cleavage on show.
It was a meet and greet, a lot of big money clients we in tonight. The company sent the 3 female managers (the bitches of Eastwick) I was out numbered 3 to 1 and even though I was several decades her senior Chelsea was my direct manager and she made no secret that she enjoyed the power dynamic. She treated me like absolute shit.. and tonight was no different. I was fetching and carrying.. mostly drinks to her table as she tried to impress the clientele and the 2 other female managers at our table.
She used her usual combination of flirting and displays of power.. always at my expense.. she mocked my age and my weight and then send me scurrying off for more alcohol.
At one point I struck up a conversation with a client, it was a nice conversation I was making an impression, that was until Chelsea butted in. She ran around the table and seeing there were no seats free next to the client sat her self down hard on my lap. She laughed and joked with the client in a loud and annoying way, and as he made a retreat back to his table behind me she reached after him, with one hand waving her drink in the air and her other hand using the back of my head as leverage.. oblivious to the fact she was pressing my face between her warm firm breasts. I held my breath, my cock instantly bulged in my pants as if I overdosed on Viagra. She sat back down on my lap, my head freed from her cleavage and my rock hard cock pressing against her very firm silky ass. "pervert" she exclaimed as she pushed my head back roughly and stood up and wobbled back to her table. I headed for the bar as my cock shrank back.
The night dragged on and the venue emptied, Chelsea continued to harass clients as she poured drinks down her throat. as the lights started to turn off, one of the managers left for home while the other was showing a lot of interested in a black, deadlocked waiter, he returned the interest and soon they abandoned Chelsea too. Unlike Chelsea I was completely sober, I had been nursing my complimentary drink all evening.
As I headed for the door I saw Chelsea slumped at the table, a bottle of cheap prosecco in her hand. "Time to go, their kicking us out" I said wearily. She mumbled something. So I pulled her up from the seat and attempted to guide her to the door.. Bang.. she face-planted into the hardwood floor, she was lucky not to lose her teeth.
Thankfully a friendly waiter helped me lift her outside.. "you date had a little too much fun?" he inquired.. "she's not my date" I responded in a resigned and grumpy way, he smiled as we slid her into the first taxi that arrived.
I sat in the back seat of a rather filthy looking taxi, numerous air fresheners failed at suppressing the stink of stale tabacco and sweat. "Where too" said the taxi driver, who would have made a excellent Saddam Hussein impersonator, maybe he was one of his doubles in a past life.
I found her address on our companies website and mumbled it to the driver. He nodded and off we went. As we drove I used one hand to hold Chelsea's head against the car door and the other rummaged through her handbag in an attempt to find her keys. I eventually found them along with a roll of 10 condoms.. Wow Chelsea, I thought.. you had plans. The taxi driver was looking all the time in the rear view mirror.. "your going to have some fun with your wife?" he inquired.. "she's not my wife" I responded "Shes a whore" I said, still shocked and her mountain of condoms. "she looks expensive" he smiled back at me.. "no, she's a cheap cunt" I blurted out. he laughed. "nice, nice" he grinned.
We pulled up outside her rather nice apartment building, I opened the front door, her name was 2 rows from the top of the doorbells.. and no there was no lift in the building. Sadam said he would like to help carry her up but we would need help.. his cousin was near by so he called him. I sat back in the car beside Chelsea and as I did her head flopped into my lap. I placed my hand on the back of her head with the intension of moving her.. but I lingered, I could feel her breath through my trousers and once again my cock bulged. I shifted in my seat and positioned her head so her open mouth was resting over my rock hard knob. and as I pushed her head towards me her lips gripped my bulging pants..
"He's here now.. lets move the whore inside for you" Saddam grinned. I slowly pulled her head up and we began the arduous climb.. how could someone so petite weigh so much. We tried carrying her in several different ways, two carrying her arms while I carried her by the feet (I must admit I was staring up her skirt at her skimpy red silk panties half the time) other times we tried taking turns carrying her like a plank of wood, often Saddam and his rat faced cousin would cop a feel of Chelsea's tits when they thought I wasn't looking. I didn't care, I just wanted her upstairs before I had a heart attack.
Eventually we got her inside and dropped her like a sack of coal, she flopped on a magenta coloured chez lounge, her legs spread on either side, and we all looked.. her red satin panties were pressed tight against her body, and it revealed every curve and fold of her pussy mound. Saddam and Rat boy were transfixed, but still mentioned that the taxi fare was more than double, it was 4 times the normal price.. She had 50 pounds in her purse so I reached for my wallet.
"unless" said Saddam.. He gestured towards Chelsea's helpless body and raised a eyebrow.. "Just a quick feel" nothing more.
I looked into my wallet.. "Fuck her" I said only meaning it as an expression of frustration.. but they took it literally "Give us a condom then mate" and to my disbelief I slowly handed them over "I want to watch" I said.. They nodded.
Rat face unzipped his pants and released a long and excessively hairy cock then struggled to open the condom packet and pull the rose-coloured condom over his purple knob.
Saddam meanwhile took his time slowly running his dirty tobacco stained thumb up and down her pussy crack carefully and deliberately, then pressed it hard into her cunt. Thumb and satin pantie must have made it a inch inside her body and when he retracted his thumb the panties still filled Chelsea's deep cunt.
Rat face was in a hurry, with one swift move he pulled Chelsea's panties off, her perfect pussy open and on show. I was breathing heavily as Rat boy pushed Chelsea's knees back and rammed his hairy cock as hard as he could into Chelsea's helpless pussy and he pounded her hard and fast, his hairy middle eastern plowing into Chelsea between her pale perfect legs. Saddam at this stage had freed her perfect breasts from the tight confines of her cocktail dress and he took his time cupping them and groping her.
Chelsea was at this stage bouncing and flopping on the chez lounge, her head hung over the edge as her pale breasts flopped back and forth above. I watch her mouth as it hung open, her soft red lips had been wrapped around my trousered cock minutes ago now excited me again.. this mouth that had tormented me all evening.. all year.. I keeled beside her, unzipped my trousers, and slowly slid the full length of my cock between her soft pink lips and deep into her warm wet mouth. by now Saddam was taking his turn and pounding Chelsea "fucking whore" he would exclaim with every third thrust and with every thrust Chelsea's head would rock back and forth on my cock.
eventually the two taxi drivers zipped up their pants and headed for the door leaving only a trail of filled condoms in their wake. All of a sudden the room was quiet, it was just me and a semi clothed Chelsea.
I managed to lift her into her bed, I stripped her completely and cleaned up the mess the taxi drivers left. There was no cleaning up the mess they made of her pussy, red, bloated and gaping. I took the opportunity to slip several fingers inside he now cavernous womb. she was so well used.. but I wonder.. I pushed a single finger into her puckered asshole.. it was still tight and fresh. but not for long, I took my turn, I fucked her in the ass and fucked her as hard as I could, I fucked her for all the pain she caused me, I fucked her for every time she degraded me.. I fucked her because she turned me on al the time.
I removed my condom and flushed it, and went back for the toxic filth that were the cum filled condoms of Saddam and rat face. I walked to the toilet and paused.. I easily found a small funnel in her kitchen, I spread her legs one last time, inserted the funnel into her pussy as deep as it would go.. then poured a near endless stream of thick, rancid, middle eastern cum far into Chelsea's pussy and womb, I gave her belly a little rub and propped a pillow under her well used ass, so all the cum would stay inside her and with any luck find a ripe egg to impregnate.
I took one last look, tucked her in to bed and left.
The next week one of her friends inquired as to what happened after the party. I told a tale of a dusky middle eastern hunk, a mix between Omar Sharif and George Clooney .. and this was the description she would continue to give as she announced her pregnancy.
