Two or three times a year Professor Ian Davey, astrophysicist, and his sexy wife June, lecturer in American Literature, threw a large Friday night dinner party. On this particular occasion, there were five couples, and several singles seated around a long dinner table.Not all were academics. There were industrialists, musicians, sportsmen, and small-business owners. Many an illicit liaison had been initiated at these parties. Low-cut dresses and tight trousers were de rigueur.Charles, aged forty, solidly built, and sandy-haired, was owner of a successful software development firm. He was delighted to be seated opposite a tallish dark-haired beauty three or four years younger. Her name was Olivia. She had recently been appointed lecturer in Modern History.Charles and Olivia conversed politely about her subject. Far from just a computer nerd, Charles could hold his own on Olivia‘s current research topic, the role of women in the Spanish Civil War.After a certain amount of erudite discussion on this topic, Olivia said “And how are you enjoying my tits?”Charles had been making minimal attempt to avert his gaze from Olivia’s stunning cleavage, brilliantly showcased by her expensive short, black, plunging party dress.“Absolutely gorgeous, thank you, my darling,” replied Charles.“That’s my slutty wife Rhonda, the blonde in the very low red dress at the end of the table with her hand in our host Ian’s lap. Her tits are significantly bigger than yours, but I expect yours are a more interesting shape.”“Doesn’t she mind you describing her as a slut?” asked Olivia.“Not at all,” replied Charles. “We have an open marriage. It greatly turns me on to think of her with other guys. She has fucked three or four of the guys who are here, tonight. She has a weakness for BBC,” he added, nodding in the direction of Wesley, a very tall, very smart black African mathematics professor.“I could handle – excuse the pun – a bit of that,” said Olivia, pouting at Wesley.Wesley had noticed Charles and Olivia’s interaction. He grinned, no doubt knowing why he was the subject of their conversation. His cock stiffened a little, recalling how wet Charles’s wife Rhonda had been for him a few weeks ago.“What about you, darling? Are you married?” asked Charles.“No, I’m a contentedly single player,” replied Olivia. “I do have a couple of well-hung friends with benefits to keep me going,” she added. They bantered for a few more minutes. Then Olivia turned her attention to the guest on her left for the rest of the evening.As the party wound up, Charlie’s stood and asked Olivia what she was up to that weekend. His cock, obviously erect, bulged prominently in his tight pale trousers as he stared down Olivia’s deep cleavage.She stared at the protruding bulge and stated “Oh, I’ll be having a quiet weekend at home. Tomorrow I’ll be picking up some reading matter at the university bookshop at about eleven.”When they arrived home, Charles and Rhonda promptly stripped. Charles’ giant cock was immediately stiff. With minimal ado or chat Rhonda bent forward over a solid chair in front of their bedroom mirror.Charles entered Rhonda’s gushing cunt from behind and climaxed in a few hard thrusts, aroused at the image of Rhonda’s dangling tits in the mirror. During this thrusting Rhonda had been briskly rubbing her engorged clit. She soon let out a shriek, climaxing just after Charles.After a sexy dinner-party Charles and Rhonda usually liked a slow drawn-out fuck. But in the morning Rhonda had to catch an early train to a northern coastal city for a work conference, so being a sexually adaptable couple, they opted for a quickie, evocative of some of their Artvin Escort early dating – both with each other, and with other people.Just before they nodded off, Charles asked his wife about Wesley. “So, the mathematician didn’t try to integrate your curves again?”“No,” replied Rhonda. “I just settled for a quick interlude during pre-dinner drinks with that sexy Spanish tennis coach Miguel. We snogged in a dark corner of the balcony. He brazenly lifted my dress, and, delighted to find me commando, deftly slipped two fingers into my dribbling cunt, making me cum almost instantly.“I led him to our hosts’ bedroom planning to return the favour with a quick handjob before the call to the dinner table. Slutty June was already there, smallish tits bared. She had exercised her hostess’s prerogative, and taken the biggest cock at the party for a speedy fuck.“Wesley was lying back on the bed, grinning with ecstasy, as June gyrated up and down on his incomparable gigantic lovely black dick, perky small tits jiggling away.“I pulled Miguel’s trousers down, as he stood by the bed. His cock was also huge. I lubricated him with plenty of saliva. It was the first Spanish dick I’ve had in my mouth since our honeymoon in Barcelona.“Miguel was clearly hyper-excited, from fingering me and from watching June and Wesley fuck.“Perverted bitch that she is, June jumped off Wesley, pushed my hand away, and took over jerking big Miguel. She held Miguel’s dick close to Wesley’s very sticky cock, and as Miguel climaxed, June milked his cum all over Wesley’s gigantic balls and engorged shaft.“Then June went down on Wesley, had a few vigorous sucks, and then resumed her cowgirl fucking. What a kinky slut.“She and Wesley both orgasmed almost immediately, June screeching foul-mouthed obscenities. Then we had to all scramble to get back to the table in time for entree.”Charles and Rhonda both slept soundly. When Charles awoke the next morning, Rhonda had left to catch her train. Charles showered, had a leisurely breakfast, and strolled downtown into the shopping precinct.After browsing in a couple of stores Charles came to the university bookshop as he planned, at just after eleven. He found Olivia in the back corner of the basement, in the erotica section. She looked up from the book she was perusing and said with a grin “Ah, you made it, then.”Olivia was thumbing through a book titled “Early Twentieth Century Erotic French Photography.”“For work, then?” smirked Charles.“Definitely Modern History,” replied Olivia. “I have quite a collection on this topic. I love those sepia prints of beautiful hard French cocks,” she said casually.Charles could feel his dick becoming firm. “Well, when you’ve finished browsing would you care to go for a coffee with me?”“I’d prefer a wine,” replied Olivia. “I have a great Riesling from Alsace chilling in my fridge. Come around to my flat in about forty-five minutes.” She gave Charles the address.Charles killed some time checking out the latest golf clubs in a nearby sports store. Then he made his way to Olivia’s apartment, and pressed the buzzer.Olivia opened the door. She was wearing just a pair of jeans, and high-heeled stilettos. Her stunning pendant tits and erect nipples were just perfect. She gave Charles a peck on the lips, and groped his hardening cock through his trousers.“Yes, I’m pleased to see you again too,” she chortled as she took Charles’ hand, and led him through to the living room. Her tits swayed alluringly.There was a rectangular coffee table set up with a sofa at one end, and an armchair at the other end.“Take your fucking trousers and jocks off and sit Artvin Escort Bayan on the couch,” commanded Olivia. “I like to ogle a cock for a good while before I fuck it.” She sat down on the chair.Charles excitedly but a little nervously obeyed instructions. His huge dick sat up proudly. Pre-cum dribbled as Olivia leaned back comfortably and put her hands behind her head, so that her tits jutted forward optimally.“That’s a lovely cock, cowboy,” said Olivia, licking her lips provocatively. “Size-wise you’re up there with the big boys, especially when it comes to thickness. Your knob is a beautiful shape, and your shaft has a lovely pattern of distended veins.“I hope you won’t mind if I take it in my mouth later on?” she said, deliberately blandly, knowing very well that this approach was working Charles into a frenzy.Charles attempted to reply in an equally cool manner. “Oh, I expect I could manage that.”Olivia produced a tube of lube from the pocket of her jeans. She passed it across the table, leaning forward so that her incomparably lovely tits dangled tantalisingly.“Pop some of that on your beautiful cock while I fetch us some wine,” said Olivia. “Don’t tug too firmly. You never know what might happen.” She stood up, and sashayed back to the kitchen, luscious tits wobbling gorgeously.Charles was very experienced sexually, but he had never had preliminaries quite like this. He was concerned about his capacity to hold back from ejaculating before he wished. While Olivia was out of the room he squeezed the shaft of his cock firmly, almost painfully, just behind the knob, to dampen the pace.Charles gasped when Olivia returned with two glasses of riesling. Now she was wearing just her high-heeled stilettos. Her thick black curly pubic triangle was just what Charles hoped for. The tops of her thighs glistened with cunt-juice.Olivia lingered as she bent over to put the wine on the low table. She knew from multiple previous sessions that this view of her tits hanging down could drive guys to the brink. She savoured Charles’ response: eyes widening, jaw-dropping, cock seeping pre-cum.Next, Olivia pulled her chair to the very end of the coffee table. She lined up several cushions on the chair so that she would be pushed well forward. She perched on the front of the seat, on a cushion covered with a towel.She sat there, stilettos on the table, and spread her legs widely, giving Charles a perfect view of her excited genitals. The towel was very necessary, as her juices were prolific.She alternated. First, she played with her clit, making it erect like a little cock. Then, two fingers into her vagina: more juices. Then back to her aroused clit.Olivia continued the bland conversational tease, asking in a flat, neutral voice “Do you think my cunt will be sufficiently moist for you?”Charles replied “Oh, I should think so,” as he slowed his tugging in a desperate attempt to avoid climaxing.Then there was a change of tack. Olivia squeezed a large amount of lube onto and between her stunning tits, and said to Charles, still rather blandly, “Would you care to cum between these babies?”Charles somehow managed to politely assert that he would indeed care to do so.“Let me know when you’re getting close,” said Olivia, grinning at Charles’ attempts to hold off from cumming.“Getting close, getting close,” stammered Charles, almost immediately.Olivia swiftly moved to the couch, dipped her breasts to an optimal position, and rubbed Charles’ distended cock over them and between them.To both Olivia’s and Charles’ delight after just a few rubs his gigantic cock emitted a huge volume of spunk over Escort Artvin what Charles thought must be the university’s most outstanding mature tits.Olivia plunged her tongue into Charles’ mouth in a rather teenage way, while caressing his lovely huge balls. She pulled back and said, “Thanks, that was great, Charles; hardly anyone else has lasted that long.”Like all experienced cock-loving sluts she knew it was best to make a guy feel special but not unique. It was most arousing for Charles to know that he wasn’t the first to go through raunchy Olivia’s erotic ritual.After a couple of sips of wine, Charles moistened a finger and reached for Olivia’s engorged clit. He rubbed it and squeezed it with a delightfully varying tempo, eliciting a deep moan from Olivia.“Let’s take our wine to the bedroom,” she murmured.Charles was renowned for his recovery time, and Olivia’s boudoir ambience certainly helped. He felt his dick start to stiffen as he took in the enlarged framed photographs of gorgeous guys with big cocks in varying states of erection. There was a stack of erotic books on the bedside table.He reclined with his hands behind his head as Olivia avidly took his cock into her mouth. Her skilled sucking and licking had Charles completely erect again in no time. She straddled him, and enthusiastically eased his beautiful dick into her hungry wet cunt.The bland approach was gone. Olivia gyrated on Charles’ monstrous impaling dick, uttering vulgarities which were quite inappropriate for an up-market academic. She rejoiced in its length and thickness. She loved mesmerising him with the bouncing and rotational movement of her tits.Olivia was extraordinarily aroused recalling the lecherous look on Charles’ face when she had displayed her cunt on the coffee table. She was delighted to have honed her cock-teasing technique such that she could drive an experienced spunk like Charles out of control.She stayed on his dick, but changed from sitting up to leaning forwards so that her tits pressed on his lovely muscular torso, and they could kiss. Thrusting on Charles’ beautiful cock at this angle produced optimal pressure on Olivia’s engorged clit so that she could no longer restrain from climaxing. She orgasmed convulsively and noisily, letting out a series of most non-academic bellows.She dismounted, and lay with her back to Charles. She liked the way his stiff cock nestled between her buttocks. However, she only experienced this briefly. Charles reached around to find Olivia’s stunning erect nipples, and plunged his throbbing dick back into her gushing pussy.Charles varied the force of his thrusting, matching it to the varying intensity of his nipple squeezing. Olivia rapidly became again highly aroused, but Charles used his experience to sense when she was again close to climaxing, and slowed his thrusting to a complete halt.Charles took Olivia through several cycles of this alternation of hard thrusting and then pausing, relishing his capacity to take Olivia to the brink, but then not allowing her to climax.She became a little frustrated. “Keep thrusting hard with that fucking huge cock and make me cum again you useless bastard,” she shouted crudely.Charles withdrew his cock, rolled Olivia onto her back, and gently dropped a finger onto Olivia’s protruding clit.“Even a legendary cock-tease like you needs to take a turn at being teased,” murmured Charles.He gently rubbed and firmly squeezed Olivia’s clit, making her wriggle and moan.Then Charles licked and sucked Olivia’s clit, making her gush copious amounts of cunt-juice, and scream with ecstasy.“Some more cock now, darling?” asked Charles, blandly.Olivia could only manage to nod.Charles continued the tease. He rubbed his engorged knob against Olivia’s clit, and then slipped his cock inside a little way for a few seconds, before removing it, and rubbing his glans on her clit again. He repeated this sequence several times.