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Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

I love

licking

a cock and feeling that fucking cock go in that pussy.

Madam your guests are here.

Yes, tell them I'll be right down.

Oh and make them as comfortable as you can

Hello, ladies.

My name is Valerie.

And as soon as I have a sip of my martini here, I'll explain to you about

afternoon.

Now, those red envelopes that you all received were sent out after we reviewed

your applications extensively.

And you were all chosen specifically to represent intimate body wear.

I hope by now you all know each other.

If not, you will by the end of the afternoon.

I'm fascinated by your outfit.

Do we all get to wear one?

Of course.

In fact, it was this very outfit that brought love and happiness into my life,

in the shape of my husband.

Is that why you call this an intimate nightwear party?

Well, it will be a seductive intimate wear party if I tell you how I met my

husband and sold more panties than anyone else.

Tell us about your husband.

I'll drink to that.

Well, if you insist.

You know, selling erotic intimate wear door -to -door can be a real adventure,

especially if a man answers the door. I can sell more panties than I can carry

and have a lot of fun in the process.

My husband's name is Barry. The day we met, we became fascinated with each

other. Being an artist, he was stimulated by my lace samples in a most

creative way.

Do you mind if I take some pictures?

No.

I'd like to have something special to remember this moment by.

Now, how could I refuse such a sweet request?

Valerie, try this brandy. It's a delicious aphrodisiac, as good as

Gold.

Thank you.

Barry was so fantastic, I insisted we get married.

But why did you want to get painted with butterflies?

Oh, I don't know.

I've always been attracted to artistic men, and the idea of being used as a

canvas and having my body painted all over just, I don't know, it really

me on.

Does instant seduction come with all your nightwear numbers?

Of course.

Well, I think the way I met my husband was exciting.

And I didn't wear those fancy underwear and butterflies.

Well, that should be a good story, Fanny, considering that on your

you stated how much you love being outdoors and especially the freedom of

places.

Well, Fanny, let's hear how free you really are.

Okay.

Anyways, I usually go jogging in Midtown all the time.

And I go by the store one time and I see the hottest guy I ever seen.

So anyways, I go in the store just to buy something.

I went out in such a hurry that I forgot my money. So the guy comes running out,

gives me my money, and introduces himself, and I introduce myself, and we

talking. He tells me he loves the outdoors, and I say, well, shit, I do

baby. So we took this walk through Central Park.

Only a caress, he said.

Just a caress.

I didn't move.

I had never felt anything like this hand softly, softly caressing the

skin between my legs without touching my sex.

He only touched the tips of my pubic hair.

I believe that's in my head.

Only when my lips respond.

Then did he touch.

Oh, God.

seeing each other secretively for two years, we finally decided to get

Have you ever thought about doing it in a public bus? I bet the potholes are

very stimulating.

Maybe. No.

Why don't we all tell our stories?

It's a good way to get to know each other and each other's husbands.

Who knows?

We may want to switch sometime.

Since it's my idea, I'll volunteer.

Here goes my little trip of pleasure.

You're falling into a very deep trance.

Close your eyes and fall deep asleep.

I wanted the hypnotist to replace my desire for smoking with a desire for

sex.

The hypnotic trance left a mark on my subconscious.

The burning of a match, the lighting of a cigarette, a whiff of smoke would send

me into a deep hypnotic trance. My body would burn with sexual desire while my

mind would create incredible sexual fantasies.

I'm not sure whether I married him because I loved him or because I was in

hypnotic trance.

What a way to give up smoking.

Wait, wait.

Please don't go.

Why don't you tell us your story?

All right. I hope your story isn't as beautiful as your name.

Well, I'm a workaholic when it comes to finishing a project.

And sometimes I stay up all night working on it.

I was finishing up at a friend's office.

It must have been around midnight.

For some reason, the elevators won't come up.

I'm afraid to look at my watch.

It's about midnight.

Yes, when the little hand on the clock meets the big hand, half of Paris is

spending the night with the other half.

What's that got to do with the elevator?

Nothing, but this is not a 24 -hour building, and they close at 9 o 'clock.

You mean we're locked in?

I'm afraid so.

And worst of it, I got nothing to smoke.

Well, I've got something.

How's that?

Oh, great.

Listen, if we have to spend the night here together, we might as well get

comfortable. All right.

Oh, I would love to get wet.

Let's go.

Oh. Oh.

oh oh

Take it. Take it. Yes.

Suck it. Make it hard.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh. Oh.

So good.

We're stuck.

That's it.

We're getting closer to getting out.

Uh -huh.

Nice, hard cock.

Stick it in my pussy.

Yeah. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Besides the compromising position, I had never been so englued by one person at

one time in one place.

We just had to get married. It was wonderful.

I wonder if elevators are part of nature's grand design.

Your story is as beautiful as your name.

And I think we could do a lot of beautiful things.

Such a record.

Oh, come on, baby.

Oh,

it's getting bigger.

Oh,

yes.

Well, Denise, that leaves you, and I'm sure your story will be most

intoxicating.

I'll drink to that one.

You know, sometimes this party is a real bore.

I'll just drink as much as I can just to get over it.

about a lady.

This one's mine.

Oh, what's the matter?

Can't share it with a friend?

Run.

Yeah.

You know, I never thought of it that way.

Sure, I have a friend.

And you gulp that down like a thoroughbred.

You know, if we could find a nice, quiet place, I can show you.

Oh,

wow,

look at that moon.

Yeah, it's bad.

Mm -hmm.

Mm, like that?

Mm, boy.

Yeah? Okay.

Hey, country boy.

Hey, come on, there's nobody in there.

Let's go in there.

Thank you.

No.

Oh, God.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Just open that pussy up. Let's fuck that.

Yes.

Fuck.

It's fucking hard. It's fucking me.

It feels so fucking good in my pussy.

Oh, yeah, baby.

That's hot, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

he's

sucking out her tits now.

I didn't know we were having any guests tonight.

I thought they were yours.

Let's make them ours.

Mmm!

They're not up reading in the park.

Fuck my pussy. Yeah.

Fuck

that pussy.

I don't do things like this back home.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

What? I love trying to spit my tongue in there while that cock is fucking hot.

I don't know

about you guys, but I'm getting the meal of my life.

You need that fucking dick, don't you?

Like that fucking hot dick.

You're opening that pussy, huh?

It's so good.

Oh,

God.

Oh,

I don't want to fuck you.

I don't taste that hot.

Mmm.

That's how I got married.

So what are you saying? You married the stranger at the party?

Of course, I'm such a sucker for texting, especially young ones.

I bet you I could sell a million of those panties.

Well, why don't you all start on your husbands?

Listen, why don't we send all our husbands red envelopes?

We should send each other's husbands red envelopes. Good idea.

Damn good idea.