SUMMER BALL

Lorna has a new boyfriend. Wait, she can't really call him that. No, it's much more casual, more realistic to say Paul is a lover, or maybe even just a distraction. But it is certainly different to any other romantic diversion she's had. This is because he's kinky, really rude and dirty-minded. Yes, something rather indecent has developed. But it's refreshing, freeing, almost empowering, she's absolutely loving it.

After their first date, a night filled with penetrating looks, building lust and suggestive glances, they'd ripped each other's clothes off in the hallway when they got to her flat. They'd fucked hard, furiously and noisily against the wall.

She's always enjoyed sex. A lot. But being with him brings this out of her in the most carnal way. It really has been hot, passionate and intense.

It surely helps that he's attractive; tall, blond and has a bone structure to die for. But, more than this, it's that he likes her to talk. He demands that Lorna tells him about her other sexual encounters, whispers in her ear while they are fucking and wants to know what turns her on. His sapiosexual kink manifests in how he begs her to regale him in lurid detail of all the other men she has pleased and exactly how. She is so turned on by this; it's so erotic, such a thrill being able to share her darkest lewd memories. In the past, she's felt slut-shamed for admitting how much she yearns for a good hard pounding and how often she thinks about it. He encourages this, celebrates her for it; he doesn't think she's deviant.

Lorna never knows when she's going to see Paul next but, when she does, fireworks go off. She doesn't ask him what he's doing when they're not together, and definitely not who he's with. She already knows he's a busy guy in demand; her friend who introduced them had warned her. But still, she waits to hear from him knowing it's worth it. They rarely make it anywhere near the bedroom; it could be the kitchen table (such as that time which left her quivering and bruised), or up against the wall in a pub toilet, and once even in a park behind some bushes, their jeans around their ankles. It's always fiery and fervent, there's a chemical desperation in their want for each other's bodies. And he always wants to hear what or rather 'who' she's been doing since he last saw her.

He's started to give her assignments too which she finds really naughty. She loves being told what to do and having wicked tasks to complete. Something deep in her psyche is triggered; an almost childlike desire to please and so she approaches her challenges with gusto.

This week, she has a new mission. Now that he's heard she will be all glammed up and going alone to the Summer Ball he has given his command; she must seduce a stranger and fuck a guy outside, preferably up against or over a wall. And of course, he wants her to tell him every single smutty detail afterwards.

She is so full of excitement about the night ahead. Lorna's friend, Cheri, who had invited her to the event, had promised lots of hot eligible men. She has the morning to prepare and decides to languish in a bubble bath, deliciously scented with floral oils. Sunlight streams in through the window and the water shimmers on her pert breasts. Her nipples pucker and peak with arousal as she is flooded with playful thoughts of today's prospects.

Will there be a willing victim for me to pounce on and complete my slut-work for Paul… and for myself of course? she thinks to herself.

She is horny, excited about the idea of meeting someone she fancies. The flirtation, the build-up, the hunt… and hopefully getting some hot banging sex. Her hands move down her body, her wet skin is sensually silky. Before she knows it, her fingers have delved into soft pussy folds beneath the bubbles, finding her swelling clit. She makes slow teasing circular motions. Her hips thrust upwards and her legs slide open. The water slops over the edge of the bath as she moves rhythmically. The motion of her fingers speeds as she grabs a glass dildo she keeps by the bath for moments like these when overwhelming urges force her to masturbate. She sinks the glass inside her, its coldness is a shock making her emit sharp panting gasps. She thrusts it inside in quick short bursts while her fingers are still stroking her hardening little bud. It doesn't take long before she shudders with an orgasm, her mind unravelling, submitting to her desire. Her breath quickens, her heart is pounding through her chest wall, head flung back against the cold enamel of the bath, as gradually she slips down liquidly into the overflowing cup of her pleasure.

After her delightfully liberating bath of self-love, she finishes pampering with lotions and shimmer applied to her skin but in a more hurried fashion now; she doesn't want to be late for the car picking her up. Her wardrobe has many suitable options, but she wants to make a dazzling entrance at the party. Paul had helped her choose. He'd come over last night, adding to the complicit nature of their sex fantasy. He rifled her underwear drawer and told her which sexy lingerie he'd like to imagine her wearing while she pulls another guy. He'd selected a small black lacy set asking her to model them first. Then he fucked her with the knickers on, roughly pulling them to the side and thrusting her deeply with his rock-hard cock, but not before first pressing his tongue into her slit over the top of the lacy fabric. She hasn't washed them since then; slipping on her already slightly sex-soiled panties makes her shudder with need. It's filthy. Wrong. Almost taboo. It's this kind of kinky sex that makes her wild with carnal aspirations. She is at the pinnacle of her feminine power and capable of anything.

Lorna steps down from the taxi, her long stockinged legs reaching into the glittering late autumn sunlight. The drive up the wide tree-lined avenue had been promising and she isn't disappointed with this impressive vista; a huge sprawling country house stands grandly before her. Steeped in history with its Tudor gothic styling and opulence, imposing tall chimney stacks and black-leaded multiple squared windows blinking with the sun's reflections. There is a small lake in front of it surrounded by exquisite floral planting; vibrant colours bursting forth the well-manicured beds.

One of the many smartly dressed servers in a crisp white shirt steps forward, balancing a tray of tall elegant bubble-filled flutes. She tries not to topple on the gravel in her expensive diamante heels and takes a proffered glass. Looking around she sees with delight a plethora of attractive, young, glamorous people all mingling, chatting and laughing.

This is going to be good! she thinks.

After a few enjoyable hours talking and flirting with people in these magnificent surroundings she finds herself being ushered to the tables for a sit-down meal. Her 'challenge' had been going well and she'd been laying some seeds that she hopes will come to fruition. The guys have been extremely attentive thus far. She scans around the table and smiles inwardly, there is real promise here. Cheri has done her proud; she is the only single woman at a table of seven men!

Hell yes! Let the dance begin, she muses.

If this was the animal kingdom gums would be flared, teeth would be bared, sharp claws pointed, fur standing on end. There is a contest simmering underneath each of these men's every gesture. Palpable testosterone fills the atmosphere with manly intention pulsating around the table as the guys try their best to attract and maintain her attention. She feels a jolt of exhilaration as she sees the man to her left notice her put down her almost empty glass and reach for the wine bottle to refill it. A disappointed expression clouds his face as he sees that he is too late. The man two over on her right has beaten him to it. Victory flashes on the second man's face as he pours some more wine slowly into the glass. He holds her gaze while one eyebrow raises with a suggestive cheeky grin. This man, Karl, had already impressed her earlier in the evening. He'd introduced himself as they'd chatted by a grand fireplace and greeted her again with an expansive warm smile and (entirely unnecessary) lingering handshake when they'd been seated. Points again to Karl now! She returns the grin and says thank you graciously.

This is going well, she realises these men are like putty in her hands, but she mustn't drop her guard or assume a done deal. It's all to play for but this tantalising tournament is really turning her on, her tiny black lacy panties dampening with her lust and the exhilaration of the chase. The man to her left tries again and passes her the bread basket but she isn't interested in this overly earnest man of little substance. She'd already tried a conversation and found it, and him, lacking. The absence of charisma isn't something she can easily define, it's just not there. Intelligence and wit are just as important to her as looks.

But Karl, he is promising. He'd begun a conversation with her, effortlessly asking her about her job, her life. He makes her laugh; his eyes twinkle, and the outline of his taught lean body makes her blush privately as she imagines getting him outside to one of the many courtyards or the walled garden to un-pop those buttons and see what virile delight lurks beneath.

Will he be smooth chested? She wonders.

After the meal finishes, she sees him take out a vape and stand up. He winks at her and strides off in the direction of the door to the garden. She waits a few minutes then grabs her handbag and casually follows. On the way, she spies an unmanned table with flutes and bottles of bubbly. She impetuously snatches up a bottle and two glasses. This is utterly reckless, she is charged now, her sole mission crystal clear. This man is in her sights. She steps outside and looks around panicking slightly at first, as she can't spot him.

'Damn! Where is he?' Lorna says under her breath.

Then she sees it. A tell-tale vape cloud trickles out from behind a wall. She saunters over and peeks around the rough bricks trying hard to appear casual. There is a little courtyard and a table where he's placed his jacket and drink while he stands puffing looking effortlessly sultry, as he blows mists from his mouth.

"There you are! I thought you might be feeling thirsty…" she says, now feeling almost shy.

She swallows her nerves and advances. Karl laughs and leans forward, lustful intent on his face obvious as his hands encircle her waist. He is evidently expecting her.

"Fantastic idea, good girl," he says, although his intoxicating eyes are doing most of the talking. "Do you know how hot you look? Fucking hell! I hoped you would come and find me."

He walks her over to the table, sits her down and pulls her closer to him and they immediately start to kiss. Her excitement spills over, she giggles; it is infectious, and he laughs too. He grabs the bottle and opens it; his eyes penetrating her as he fires the cork off. They laugh again conspiratorially while they sip the drinks he's poured, hardly able to tear their eyes from each other.

Yes, she's made it happen! Lorna thinks gleefully.

She can't wait to tell Paul, he will be so proud of her for moving this quickly.

As she drinks, savouring the softly fizzing bubbles popping on her tongue, she takes in Karl's image. Like all the men at the ball, he's scrubbed up. But he, in particular, has perfected a suave look and is breathtakingly handsome in his smart shirt and waistcoat. He moves closer and begins running his fingers up her thighs and she pushes her body towards him to give him a green light. His hands move higher and she opens her legs, allowing him to travel all the way and press her swelling pussy through her black knickers. They are completely alone in this little secret enclosure, however, the thought that anyone could discover them, interrupt and catch them in flagrante delicto, is electrifying. She doesn't particularly know anyone here, so she decides she doesn't care. The thrill of being found is definitely worth it.

They continue kissing passionately, his soft yet firm and masterful lips press against hers, his tongue explores her, teases her. She rocks her hips as he watches with wide-eyed delight as she thrusts herself onto his fingers wantonly. Her hand tracks down his body and begins massaging his cock through his trousers, his gasp is audible, as she deftly unleashes him.

An exquisite aroma of jasmine wafts down from the trailing plants growing over the walls, perfuming the air around them, its intoxicating scent adds to her heady arousal.

Yes! she thinks, getting sight of it; ecstatic to see his magnificent weighty member. Things are moving fast.

She takes his dick in her hand and starts wanking his shaft slowly at first then increases her tempo. He is still fingering her cunt, holding her little black sequinned dress up out of the way. They are really boiling for each other, their torrid passion intensifying.

"Yes, yes, I'm so wet now, please will you fuck me?" she pants into his cock.

He really doesn't need any more encouragement. Karl pulls her up, turns her over and tugs her now dripping wet panties down. With one thrust he rams his dick home, plundering her gaping, glistening wet gash. She inhales loudly as he continues riding her deeply from behind. Her knees rub against the cold hardness of the marble table. He shunts her; she holds tighter, fingers turning white. She liked combat-wounds, an emblem of her filthy rutting, so a friction burn wouldn't be a problem; she will wear it with pride like a slut with a strut.

Her long hair dangles free as the carefully placed pins dislodge. It flows liberally over her face and back as she grips the edge of the table even more firmly. Lorna is aware he can't see her face. She likes this feeling of being hidden and that he is unable to read her expressions. Their fucking is animalistic, desperate and shockingly filling. It almost hurts, and she forces herself to breathe into the intense engulfing sensations and sees blackness and stars inside her.

"Fuck this is so good," she pants.

She reaches around, holding onto her buttocks and provocatively pulls her own ass cheeks open enabling ever more pounding. He responds perfectly, and as they bounce together she marvels at how they've achieved such an incredible frenzied pace in so short a time.

Just as she reaches a crescendo he pulls her around to kiss him, forcing her body into him greedily, still with such frenetic hunger. Intuitively he knows how to prolong her shuddering delight. He drops to his knees and licks her cunt lavishly, luxuriating in her slick orgasmic juices and thrilling her throbbing button. She pulls his head into her and wet waves of exquisite magic wash over her. Above and around them twinkling disco lights seemed to be celebrating their secret union.

He sees her overcome with unbearable pleasure and swiftly stands up, briefly kisses her and fucks her again on her back, this time with one leg raised up. He smiles at this enhanced view of his turgid erection impaling her.

"This is fantastic!" Karl breathes to her, head strained back in absolute gay abandon.

She licks her fingers, playing feverishly with her sensitised clit while he continues thrusting. Her fingers slide down and surround his cock, squeezing as it enters her. Such intensity—he is almost going to come. She can see the building tension in his face and his taught body judders. He stops, pulls out, and sinks his face into her used wet hole. She holds his head and rocks into his face, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Ohhhh, fuck that's really good!" she gasps. "My turn now, I really want to taste you."

He stands up and pushes her gently down to her knees. Her heart thumps as she takes his cock, delighting in sucking him and stroking him simultaneously, adoringly kissing and licking the glans, first slowly then faster. All the while Lorna looks up at him teasingly as he holds his shirt out of the way. She really loves sucking his marvellous appendage. She adores the feeling of power this gives her over him. He is really at her mercy as she showers him with her delectable dick-devotions.

A sudden thought of sharing all of this with her other lover, causes a surge of fiery heat in her thighs to travel and land in her groin. She tries to focus on being in the moment; to memorise every delicious detail of this clandestine liaison. She has designs to weave every sordid second into a scintillating tale to relate to Paul.

Despite this aim to stay present, she realises she is in fact lost for a few moments and now finds she is on her front again. Karl has turned her over and is rutting her from behind. The cold marble of the table presses into her face, the coolness somehow grounding. He really humps her hard and she presses her hips back into him, taking him deep. She has become a cavernous vessel, only there to submit and be filled up with his manly assaults. This thought turns her into quite a frenzy as he uses her dress to pull her towards him. It's in the way, so he swiftly pulls it off. Carefully chosen by Paul now discarded by Karl.

For the finale, he flips her onto her back and again fucks her rampantly as if she is unbreakable. He is close. So close. He slows and watches while she rubs herself, totally absorbed in sublime pleasure and arching her curvaceous back. The sight of her is obviously too much, he can't help it. He rams harder then finally jerks out and rains his come down, copiously covering her inner thigh and ass.

He kisses her as he recovers the power of speech.

"Wow! That. Was. Incredible!"

Karl still looks blown away by her. He fixes her eyes and smiles that addictive smile. This was better than she could have imagined.

"We probably should join the party…" Lorna gasps, still out of breath.

"Erm, maybe yes…" he replies with a cheeky suggestive look that tells her he has other ideas. "Or maybe not, I saw a wall over there, I'd love to fuck your gorgeous body over it again in about 2 minutes once I've recovered…"

Oh yes, this will certainly be one hell of a tale to tell Paul…

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