Christmas Time = Party Time!
And at last, if all that frivolous partying wasn’t enough, I still had one third and final Christmas Party to attend; my work’s Christmas Party on Friday 17th December (2010).
I must admit, I was still a little worse for wear after drinking a bit too much two days earlier at and after J’s office party. J was as well, and for once he was actually coming to my office Christmas Party. I’m pretty sure it was his first time in 5 years.
Because I was feeling a bit rough, and wasn’t planning on partying too hard, I opted for a classy sexy look rather than my often slutty sexy look. My long black strapless dress came down to past my knees – yes, blogslut in below knee dress shocker!
And we had a nice relaxed night out overall, I still partied hard and danced and flirted with everybody, but I didn’t get as crazy drunk as I had in previous years at the Office Christmas Party – much to the chagrin of a few of the guys I’m sure, who look forward to these nights out to get a little amorous with the office totty, and I’m normally the totty that lets their hands roam more than they should.
And just to roll the Christmas Party blog around full circle, as we’re now a year on from these stories, and therefore another round of parties has come and gone. Well, there’s not much to tell about the 2011 party scene. My office Christmas Party was turned into a no-go zone based on the fact that usually each department does their own thing. But this year, it was decided by the powers that be that in an act of solidarity between all the Finance Departments within our business, we’d do one big Finance Christmas bash. I’m fine with the premise, but having a Christmas Party half way across the country for a lot of us, as it was arranged for where the big office with two thirds of the Finance staff are based, and saying partners can’t come and hotel accommodation isn’t provided really takes the edge off. Very few people from other offices went, and it turned into a bit of a shambles as they basically had their usual office Christmas party, just with a bigger budget as they got the budget of the other departments on top of their own, while we got nothing.
As for J’s Christmas party this year, he was ill that week, so we only made a brief appearance for the meal before sneaking off early.
In fact, the girls night out with the teenage bar-maids from my second job at the bar was my best Christmas night out this year. There’s nothing like going out with some scantily clad 18 year old’s to make you feel old at 29. But I held my own and although the crowd was a bit young and raucous for me, we had a good time and danced the night away.
Stay tuned for some more tales from the life of your favourite blogslut in coming weeks and months. And in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your comments, questions or feedback at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk.
Thursday, 29 December 2011
The Naughty 2010 Diaries - December pt 2 (of 3) *ADULT CONTENT*
Christmas Time = Party Time!
So I left you at the point after my first of 3 Christmas parties in 2010. I know, that’s a year ago now, it has literally taken me that long to finish writing this blog
S my next Christmas Party was J’s work party on Wednesday 15th (Dec ’10) which was a very low-key affair in comparison, mainly because I wasn’t playing the role of Candy the Masseuse, the hired out slut for the night! Lol.
I wore the customary very short little black dress, along with black seamed stockings, and red lingerie and red high heels. J is quite particular about how I act at work functions of his, smart and sexy, teasing but demure, it’s okay to show a little too much, but I always must come across as classy and elegant, not like a cheap floozy – that’s saved for our private time! Lol
No fooling around with any of his work colleagues either, I’m strictly a one-man woman in front of the watching eyes of his work colleagues. A few of them do try to take a few liberties, as you’d expect at drunken office Christmas parties, and where I’m usually allowed, and encouraged, to not move the hand off my ass, and not to shy away from an approach for a kiss or a sneaky grope of my tits, on this occasion I was under a much stricter instruction to not let anybody get too frisky with me. They could look with their eyes, but not with their hands. So I was moving hands up that strayed too low, turning away from anybody who leant in to get a little overly amorous etc. But I was allowed to “accidentally” flash a little too much if I made sure it was subtle and that it always appeared to be accidental. J likes to observe what happens and what people’s reactions are.
So beyond that, the highlight of the actual evening was the fact that J wanted a live replay of what happened at the previous Christmas Party, so he got the under table blow-job that Dave got just 5 nights earlier. I must admit, the tables were a little tighter to fit under at this venue, but I managed it with only a slight concussion from hitting my head on the table. J made me hold his cum inside my mouth for a good 5 minutes afterwards though, as we moved and sat at another table to chat to a couple of people. Well, he chatted, I smiled a closed-mouth smile and nodded along before I was asked a direct question. I managed to get out a muffled “erm” and looked at J almost pleadingly, who mercifully squeezed my thigh, which was the signal that I could swallow. I swallowed in one big gulp, covering it by lifting my glass of wine to my mouth as I did so, and taking a sip just afterwards. And then I calmly answered the question.
When the evening was over, we left the party venue and as we got outside into the ice cold weather conditions, we were contemplating whether to walk the 10 minute walk to the hotel we were booked in to stay at, or whether to go to the taxi rank on the next street over. We decided to go for the lazy option and jump in a taxi so we began to walk around the corner. I was very tipsy to say the least and in that condition I’m very easily persuadable into doing pretty much anything. And J convinced me it was a great idea to give him a little outdoor strip tease in a little car park we passed on our walk. It was an outdoor car park but had the entrance barrier down and locked as it obviously was only used and manned during the weekday daytime, probably for city centre office workers to park, but it only had a 2ft metal bollard/barrier around it, so you could cut through it if you were walking to get off the main street and onto the back street on the other side. I actually cut through it for just that reason every time I go to the college I attend several weekends of the year as my college is down one of those back streets!
It was out of our way but we started cutting through anyway. It was quiet with only moderate lighting and as we got further away from the busier main street and further into the privacy of the partial darkness and closer to the small porta-cabin type of building that would provide a bit of cover – I was a few feet in front of J at this point and he was already carrying my small handbag – I took my jacket off and threw it back toward him. Next I hiked my dress up around my waist, and teased him with a wiggle of my ass in just my scarlet red thong, framed by the taut, high, stocking tops of my black seamed stockings. I slid my thong down my legs as we continued to walk, slipping them off and twirling them around my finger before I threw them back at J. We continued walking the last 10-15 metres of the car park, me still with my dress hiked up around my waist, before we reached some decent cover by the car park’s porta-cabin building and a couple of light weight trees right by a practically deserted back street that housed a row of office buildings. I pulled my dress back down with a sexy wiggle as I then got J to unzip it all the way down and I sexily slid it off and stepped out of it and handed it to J, who now was building up a collection of my clothes draped over his arm as I stood there minus my jacket, dress, and panties. Only my bra to lose now as I unhooked it and let it slide down my arms as I used my one arm to cover my boobs from his view. I held my red bra in the air with one hand as I kept my chest covered with the other hand, before moving that arm as well and threw that one in the air. I was stepped forward to J, draped my bra over his shoulder, stepped back, did a slow and sexy twirl and then stood there with my hands seductively on my hips awaiting him to tell me what he wanted me to do now.
It was then I realised just how friggin’ cold it was, as the ice cold air hit my naked body, standing there in nothing but black seamed stockings, black suspender belt, and red 5” heels.
It felt like I was stood there for minutes, but it was actually 3 or 4 seconds max, before J pulled me to him and gave me a lingering kiss as he draped my jacket back around me. I got my jacket back on – it was a bit shorter than my dress was so it just about covered my ass but left significant stocking top and a touch of bare thigh on display. I didn’t do it up, I just held it shut. J gave me back the rest of my clothes and I immediately went to hide them under my coat, but he stopped me and made me carry them all in one hand as I held my jacket shut with the other hand. He made sure my bright red bra and thong were on the outside and “on display” as we walked back around to the taxi rank. We passed a few people, I don’t know if they were paying attention to exactly what they saw, or what thoughts were going through their minds as they saw a clearly underdressed girl, stockings showing as she was wrapped in a jacket, and clearly holding a little black dress and red bra and panties in her hand.
I felt so slutty and naughty and so turned on.
We managed to jump in a taxi, the driver must have got a decent eye-ful as I lost grip on my jacket as I got in... okay, you know me too well, I let go of my jacket for a moment! ;-p. And we arrived at our hotel moments later and I felt like I was doing a slutty walk of shame up to our room as a few fleeting staff members and other guests heading to their rooms gave us glances that turned into full-blown stares!
The third and final post of this December 2010 Christmas Parties story will be posted very shortly...
So I left you at the point after my first of 3 Christmas parties in 2010. I know, that’s a year ago now, it has literally taken me that long to finish writing this blog
S my next Christmas Party was J’s work party on Wednesday 15th (Dec ’10) which was a very low-key affair in comparison, mainly because I wasn’t playing the role of Candy the Masseuse, the hired out slut for the night! Lol.
I wore the customary very short little black dress, along with black seamed stockings, and red lingerie and red high heels. J is quite particular about how I act at work functions of his, smart and sexy, teasing but demure, it’s okay to show a little too much, but I always must come across as classy and elegant, not like a cheap floozy – that’s saved for our private time! Lol
No fooling around with any of his work colleagues either, I’m strictly a one-man woman in front of the watching eyes of his work colleagues. A few of them do try to take a few liberties, as you’d expect at drunken office Christmas parties, and where I’m usually allowed, and encouraged, to not move the hand off my ass, and not to shy away from an approach for a kiss or a sneaky grope of my tits, on this occasion I was under a much stricter instruction to not let anybody get too frisky with me. They could look with their eyes, but not with their hands. So I was moving hands up that strayed too low, turning away from anybody who leant in to get a little overly amorous etc. But I was allowed to “accidentally” flash a little too much if I made sure it was subtle and that it always appeared to be accidental. J likes to observe what happens and what people’s reactions are.
So beyond that, the highlight of the actual evening was the fact that J wanted a live replay of what happened at the previous Christmas Party, so he got the under table blow-job that Dave got just 5 nights earlier. I must admit, the tables were a little tighter to fit under at this venue, but I managed it with only a slight concussion from hitting my head on the table. J made me hold his cum inside my mouth for a good 5 minutes afterwards though, as we moved and sat at another table to chat to a couple of people. Well, he chatted, I smiled a closed-mouth smile and nodded along before I was asked a direct question. I managed to get out a muffled “erm” and looked at J almost pleadingly, who mercifully squeezed my thigh, which was the signal that I could swallow. I swallowed in one big gulp, covering it by lifting my glass of wine to my mouth as I did so, and taking a sip just afterwards. And then I calmly answered the question.
When the evening was over, we left the party venue and as we got outside into the ice cold weather conditions, we were contemplating whether to walk the 10 minute walk to the hotel we were booked in to stay at, or whether to go to the taxi rank on the next street over. We decided to go for the lazy option and jump in a taxi so we began to walk around the corner. I was very tipsy to say the least and in that condition I’m very easily persuadable into doing pretty much anything. And J convinced me it was a great idea to give him a little outdoor strip tease in a little car park we passed on our walk. It was an outdoor car park but had the entrance barrier down and locked as it obviously was only used and manned during the weekday daytime, probably for city centre office workers to park, but it only had a 2ft metal bollard/barrier around it, so you could cut through it if you were walking to get off the main street and onto the back street on the other side. I actually cut through it for just that reason every time I go to the college I attend several weekends of the year as my college is down one of those back streets!
It was out of our way but we started cutting through anyway. It was quiet with only moderate lighting and as we got further away from the busier main street and further into the privacy of the partial darkness and closer to the small porta-cabin type of building that would provide a bit of cover – I was a few feet in front of J at this point and he was already carrying my small handbag – I took my jacket off and threw it back toward him. Next I hiked my dress up around my waist, and teased him with a wiggle of my ass in just my scarlet red thong, framed by the taut, high, stocking tops of my black seamed stockings. I slid my thong down my legs as we continued to walk, slipping them off and twirling them around my finger before I threw them back at J. We continued walking the last 10-15 metres of the car park, me still with my dress hiked up around my waist, before we reached some decent cover by the car park’s porta-cabin building and a couple of light weight trees right by a practically deserted back street that housed a row of office buildings. I pulled my dress back down with a sexy wiggle as I then got J to unzip it all the way down and I sexily slid it off and stepped out of it and handed it to J, who now was building up a collection of my clothes draped over his arm as I stood there minus my jacket, dress, and panties. Only my bra to lose now as I unhooked it and let it slide down my arms as I used my one arm to cover my boobs from his view. I held my red bra in the air with one hand as I kept my chest covered with the other hand, before moving that arm as well and threw that one in the air. I was stepped forward to J, draped my bra over his shoulder, stepped back, did a slow and sexy twirl and then stood there with my hands seductively on my hips awaiting him to tell me what he wanted me to do now.
It was then I realised just how friggin’ cold it was, as the ice cold air hit my naked body, standing there in nothing but black seamed stockings, black suspender belt, and red 5” heels.
It felt like I was stood there for minutes, but it was actually 3 or 4 seconds max, before J pulled me to him and gave me a lingering kiss as he draped my jacket back around me. I got my jacket back on – it was a bit shorter than my dress was so it just about covered my ass but left significant stocking top and a touch of bare thigh on display. I didn’t do it up, I just held it shut. J gave me back the rest of my clothes and I immediately went to hide them under my coat, but he stopped me and made me carry them all in one hand as I held my jacket shut with the other hand. He made sure my bright red bra and thong were on the outside and “on display” as we walked back around to the taxi rank. We passed a few people, I don’t know if they were paying attention to exactly what they saw, or what thoughts were going through their minds as they saw a clearly underdressed girl, stockings showing as she was wrapped in a jacket, and clearly holding a little black dress and red bra and panties in her hand.
I felt so slutty and naughty and so turned on.
We managed to jump in a taxi, the driver must have got a decent eye-ful as I lost grip on my jacket as I got in... okay, you know me too well, I let go of my jacket for a moment! ;-p. And we arrived at our hotel moments later and I felt like I was doing a slutty walk of shame up to our room as a few fleeting staff members and other guests heading to their rooms gave us glances that turned into full-blown stares!
The third and final post of this December 2010 Christmas Parties story will be posted very shortly...
The Naughty 2010 Diaries - December part 1 (of 3) *ADULT CONTENT*
Christmas Time = Party Time!
December 2010 started with me fully in study mode as I prepared for my early December exams, but soon they were over, and I really was ready to let my hair down and just party the festive season away.
And boy did I have lots of opportunities to party – not 1, not 2, but 3 work Christmas Parties that I’d been roped into attending. One being my works Christmas do, one being J’s work shindig, and the first of the three being a bit of a strange one, as a friend of ours, or more a friend of J’s and just a passing acquaintance of mine, needed a date for his work function, and J had told him that I was free and could go along with him if he wanted me to.
If I went through these three parties in the order of potential reader interest, I’d probably end up working backwards, but I suppose I should go through them all in chronological order to keep this in “Diary” format, so I will start with Friday 10th December, and the party I attended with “the friend”. I’ll give him the code name of “Dave” for the purposes of this blog. I don’t like using real-names on here! And I will go back to the days and weeks beforehand, to give you the lead-up to this situation.
So it all started (or at least I think this was the start of it) a week or so beforehand at a get together we had at another friends house, I was walking from the small group of people I’d been chatting to across to the makeshift bar area to refill my glass with some more wine, and as I walked past J, who was sat talking to Dave, who is a friend of his that he’s known for years, but is no more than a passing acquaintance to me to be honest, J asked me what I was doing Friday 10th. “Erm, I’m free as far as I know...” I replied. “Great! Dave was just saying he’s looking for a plus one for his office Christmas party as he can’t find anyone to go with” J said. “I was just telling him you love a good office party and would gladly go with him if you were free that night!”. I was a bit taken aback, I wasn’t expecting to be set-up on a date, and was just a bit surprised. I smiled politely, and just said “oh... sure, I guess it will be okay, I’ll just have to check my diary when we get back home.” That was really code to say we’ll talk about it later!
We did talk about it later, and he talked me into it. It apparently wasn’t going to be a big deal, Dave had gone through a big divorce earlier in the year, and as well as not wanting to go alone as everyone was bringing a partner, he was just hoping to have an attractive girl on his arm for his work party, who nobody there would know, so he could put on a brave front and not have people feeling sorry for him after his divorce, and just in case word got back to his wife via mutual friends and acquaintances.
So I agreed to it, it’s a good chance to be a bit flirty and a bit of a show-off with people I didn’t know and would never see again, and of course, a free meal and free drinks is always welcome.
But in the week running up to the event, I became increasingly more confused as to what was actually expected of me, and nobody was filling me in. Was I going as a “friend”, or was a supposed to be acting the actual “date/girlfriend” role. I suspected that regardless, I’d probably come off looking more like a paid escort! :-\ lol
It wasn’t until late on the Friday afternoon that J finally told me what was actually going on, although I must admit I’d begun to suspect it anyway. I was to be the full-blown slut for the night, and J asked me if I’d agree to abide by his one and only command for the next day, which was to follow all of Dave’s instructions from that point forwards until further notice – basically a temporary transfer of sub ownership. I asked J if he was sure he wanted me to do this, because I didn’t really know Dave and wasn’t totally comfortable with it, but I’d do anything for J, so if he asked me to do it, I’d trust his judgement and do it for him. To which he said that he loved showing off what a fantastic little slut he had to others, and he’d known Dave for years so he ensured me that I’d be safe and that I’d enjoy the experience. So I agreed, and the wheels truly were set in motion.
So for one night only, I was basically Dave’s property, and a mixture of excitement, and trepidation filled my body.
My outfit was out and ready for me when I got home early from work, which had been joint decided and chosen by J and Dave. And there wasn’t much to it. A red corset, a black and red thong and suspender belt combination, black seamed stockings, and a pair of black 5 1/2 inch stiletto heels with a small platform. That was the underwear sorted, but the only other thing left out for me to wear was a short flowing black skirt. ‘Where is the top?’, I pondered to myself, knowing full well that the corset was my top!
I got ready, I have to admit I did look pretty good in the full outfit, with my hair done up, and fairly heavy make-up on. And soon after that, Dave arrived to pick me up, and we drove to the pretty posh hotel that the party was taking place at. Casting your mind back to my September 2010 Naughty Diaries blog entry, when I was first ‘given away’ as a party date, which pretty much failed at the first hurdle... well this one was quite the opposite. It was quite clear from the off that, although he was a little uncomfortable and perhaps a little nervous of the experience, he was very much okay with the situation we found ourselves in and had every intention to follow it through. He was much more comfortable than me, as I was very nervous, a little out of my comfort zone, and wished I’d had some time to get to know Dave a little better before this point.
The drive to the hotel was eventful, he was very complimentary to me, quite touchy-feely but in a low-key fashion, and he was very respectful but exuding a bit of an “I’m in charge” demeanour, which I like in my men. And we also took the opportunity to get to know each other better – trying to squeeze several dates worth of knowledge about each other into 45 minutes so it didn’t appear like we were on our first date at the party, as we were supposed to be a couple who’d been dating for several weeks at least. I was shocked at how quickly I began to like him, he was funny and witty and started looking sexier to me by the minute – he had a bit of a George Clooney sexiness to him. We were getting along great, I was completely at ease and really starting to look forward to the evening ahead as my nervousness subsided.
After we arrived, and the valet parking attendant was treated to an unobstructed view of my underwear (you try getting out of a sports car in a short flowy skirt and retaining your modesty!! Lol) we walked into the venue hand-in-hand, smiling, and sharing flirty glances at each other. Pulling off being a couple was seemingly going to be fairly easy.
It struck me quite early that, even at the age of 28, I felt really young compared to the crowd of people, who mainly seemed to be 40+, with a few seemingly in their 30’s and the sporadic twenty-something here and there. It’s rare for me to feel young when out for the evening nowadays, the number of occasions I’ve been in a bar, club or music venue in the past year or so and generally feeling old as I’m surrounded by 18-21 year olds has become too many to count! But the age-range seemed to even out a bit more as the crowds got bigger and grew from around 50 to what I was told was about 120 people including partners. Obviously the younger ones were coming in fashionably late!
As we made our way into the pre-dinner reception area, we walked toward a couple of other guys who were obviously work-friends of Dave. Big friendly hand-shake greetings commenced as I stood back awaiting my introduction. “Honey, this is Mike, he’s head of our Finance Department” he said, and as I smiled in my nerdily excited way as being in Finance myself I love a good chat about finance, I reached out my hand but I was caught off guard by an unexpected big hug instead as Mike exclaimed “the famous Candy, we’ve heard a lot about you!” I must have stared daggers at a chuckling Dave over Mike’s shoulder at that. I mean, creating the name “Candy” for me! It got better, as the greetings continued and the chat with Mike and the other man, Will, continued, it turned out that he’d not only given me a fake name, he’d given me a fake job as well. I wasn’t just Candy, no, I was Candy the Masseuse!! Lol
Apparently that was J’s idea! Typical!
But, although I was a little annoyed, I hid being flustered as best as I could, and embraced the challenge... let’s be honest, how often do you get the chance to go to a party where nobody knows you and portray the character of slutty Candy the masseuse! Lol. Okay, it was a bit much, I corrected the guys, I’m not a masseuse, I’m a massage therapist! :-)
I thought I played my role well in these early stages, playing along well and thinking on my stiletto-heeled feet as my character evolved from stories that Dave had told about me previously. Like how we met at the gym/spa I work at when I gave him a massage etc. I flirted, and joked, and laughed, and chatted, and answered questions about my career as a massage therapist the best I could considering I know nothing at all about anything massage related – the closest I get to being a masseuse is wearing my slutty pink “miss massage” costume! A lot of the time I had to revert to flirty innuendo as answers, such as lines like “oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I can do with these hands” accompanied by a flirty smile and a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
As the evening wore on, I think we became even more thoroughly convincing as a couple. We appeared very doting of each other and were always including each other in group conversations. And Dave was quick to point out the people we were there to impress – like his bosses, important colleagues, or the gents with young trophy wives who we were generally competing with for the title of hottest older guy/younger girl couple – and those whose tongues we should leave wagging, such as friends or acquaintances of his ex-wife.
But that was just the outward facade of the evening. Beneath the table or on the dance floor his hands were all over me, and when we slipped into a quieter table toward the back later on in the evening, he told me to slip my panties off right there at the table and we got pretty hot and heavy, locked in deep kisses whilst practically fucking each other into a frenzy under the table with our hands. It was at this point he told me to get under the table to suck him off. I did just that, slipping down when I thought nobody was looking, and hidden beneath the long tablecloth I took his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth and gave him the best blow-job I could muster in such a confined space. It took him less than 5 minutes to cum, I’d practically brought him to the edge of orgasm with my hand before anyway, so he was already just about ready to blow before I went under the table. As he came, I held the head of his cock at my lips to take all his cum in my mouth; partly out of necessity to avoid a mess, but mostly as that was what he had told me to do – catch it all, don’t spill a drop, but not to swallow.
As I finished, I asked if the coast was clear... well, I kind of mumbled it through my cum-filled mouth! And he said it was, so I gingerly came out from under the table and re-took my seat, looking at him patiently awaiting my next instruction about what I should do with my ample mouthful. He asked me to open wide to show him, and hold some on my tongue and stick that out, all of which I did before he asked me a couple of questions that I mumbled and gargled very brief answers to before I was allowed to swallow. I gulped it down with an enthusiastic smile before thanking him, which is something a good slut should always do.
As the night was winding down, I had a quick dance with a few of Dave’s friends/colleagues as they insisted they get a dance before the night was over, and they generally groped my ass a little and danced me toward the mistletoe for a little kiss. They all were just little friendly kisses though, except for one, as he let it be known that he’d seen me come out from under Dave’s table with a mouthful of cum earlier, and tried to convince me to give him a similar treatment to pay for his silence. To be honest, I was Dave’s date for the night, but had no long-term connection to him, and the blow job was his idea, so I wasn’t that bothered about buying his silence quite frankly. He was easily diffused anyway, and accepted a proper, long kiss combined with groping my naked ass under my skirt for about 15 seconds.
The night ended shortly after and as we headed to the lift/elevator, I noticed that one of Dave’s colleague’s was about 10 paces behind us with his wife, who he had pointed out earlier in the night as a fairly good friend of his ex-wife. So I pointed this out to Dave and whispered my plan in his ear. As we got in the lift I practically jumped him as if we were going to fuck right there and then, while Dave discreetly kept his finger on the “hold doors” button to ensure that the couple just behind us would catch us up and make it to the lift. As they did, we quickly broke our clinch and straightened our clothes a little like guilty teenagers. We continued a bit of kissing as the lifts went up, and I was saying dirty things into Dave’s ear, making sure the others in the lift could just about hear what I was saying.
Quite luckily for this little game, we all got off at the same floor and started walking down the same corridor. Our room was first though, so we stopped and they walked past. As soon as they had passed, I jumped Dave again, pushing him against the door and started pulling his tie off and undoing his shirt as I kissed him furiously, telling him how badly I wanted him. He fumbled with the keycard as the other couple looked back to see us practically stripping and ready to fuck in the hotel corridor. We soon got into the room though, both grinning and giggling a little bit, but at the same time, both very, very horny. There was a lot of truth in our lift and hotel corridor show, we were both very desperate to get ourselves laid!
And it didn’t take long for us to get down to it once we were in the room, I finally got my corset off and felt like I could breathe for the first time all evening. We fucked a few times that night and again in the morning. He was a bit rougher than I was expecting to be honest, but not in a bad way necessarily. A girl loves to just be thoroughly “taken” sometimes, even if I did end up with an almighty bruise on my lower back from where he’d fucked me very hard against the wall, and some minor bruises around my wrists from some slightly “excessive force” use of some handcuffs.
I was sore on several parts of my body the next day. But I also felt pretty damn satisfied as Dave drove me home into the waiting arms of my Master J. I’d been a good slut for him.
Just to complete this story though, I will just say that I did meet up with Dave a few more times, conveniently popping into a couple of work nights out etc, just to keep up the pretence of the relationship for several more weeks until he announced our “break-up”, which let me off the hook in a way that didn’t look bad on him.
The December 2010 Christmas Parties stories will be continued very shortly...
December 2010 started with me fully in study mode as I prepared for my early December exams, but soon they were over, and I really was ready to let my hair down and just party the festive season away.
And boy did I have lots of opportunities to party – not 1, not 2, but 3 work Christmas Parties that I’d been roped into attending. One being my works Christmas do, one being J’s work shindig, and the first of the three being a bit of a strange one, as a friend of ours, or more a friend of J’s and just a passing acquaintance of mine, needed a date for his work function, and J had told him that I was free and could go along with him if he wanted me to.
If I went through these three parties in the order of potential reader interest, I’d probably end up working backwards, but I suppose I should go through them all in chronological order to keep this in “Diary” format, so I will start with Friday 10th December, and the party I attended with “the friend”. I’ll give him the code name of “Dave” for the purposes of this blog. I don’t like using real-names on here! And I will go back to the days and weeks beforehand, to give you the lead-up to this situation.
So it all started (or at least I think this was the start of it) a week or so beforehand at a get together we had at another friends house, I was walking from the small group of people I’d been chatting to across to the makeshift bar area to refill my glass with some more wine, and as I walked past J, who was sat talking to Dave, who is a friend of his that he’s known for years, but is no more than a passing acquaintance to me to be honest, J asked me what I was doing Friday 10th. “Erm, I’m free as far as I know...” I replied. “Great! Dave was just saying he’s looking for a plus one for his office Christmas party as he can’t find anyone to go with” J said. “I was just telling him you love a good office party and would gladly go with him if you were free that night!”. I was a bit taken aback, I wasn’t expecting to be set-up on a date, and was just a bit surprised. I smiled politely, and just said “oh... sure, I guess it will be okay, I’ll just have to check my diary when we get back home.” That was really code to say we’ll talk about it later!
We did talk about it later, and he talked me into it. It apparently wasn’t going to be a big deal, Dave had gone through a big divorce earlier in the year, and as well as not wanting to go alone as everyone was bringing a partner, he was just hoping to have an attractive girl on his arm for his work party, who nobody there would know, so he could put on a brave front and not have people feeling sorry for him after his divorce, and just in case word got back to his wife via mutual friends and acquaintances.
So I agreed to it, it’s a good chance to be a bit flirty and a bit of a show-off with people I didn’t know and would never see again, and of course, a free meal and free drinks is always welcome.
But in the week running up to the event, I became increasingly more confused as to what was actually expected of me, and nobody was filling me in. Was I going as a “friend”, or was a supposed to be acting the actual “date/girlfriend” role. I suspected that regardless, I’d probably come off looking more like a paid escort! :-\ lol
It wasn’t until late on the Friday afternoon that J finally told me what was actually going on, although I must admit I’d begun to suspect it anyway. I was to be the full-blown slut for the night, and J asked me if I’d agree to abide by his one and only command for the next day, which was to follow all of Dave’s instructions from that point forwards until further notice – basically a temporary transfer of sub ownership. I asked J if he was sure he wanted me to do this, because I didn’t really know Dave and wasn’t totally comfortable with it, but I’d do anything for J, so if he asked me to do it, I’d trust his judgement and do it for him. To which he said that he loved showing off what a fantastic little slut he had to others, and he’d known Dave for years so he ensured me that I’d be safe and that I’d enjoy the experience. So I agreed, and the wheels truly were set in motion.
So for one night only, I was basically Dave’s property, and a mixture of excitement, and trepidation filled my body.
My outfit was out and ready for me when I got home early from work, which had been joint decided and chosen by J and Dave. And there wasn’t much to it. A red corset, a black and red thong and suspender belt combination, black seamed stockings, and a pair of black 5 1/2 inch stiletto heels with a small platform. That was the underwear sorted, but the only other thing left out for me to wear was a short flowing black skirt. ‘Where is the top?’, I pondered to myself, knowing full well that the corset was my top!
I got ready, I have to admit I did look pretty good in the full outfit, with my hair done up, and fairly heavy make-up on. And soon after that, Dave arrived to pick me up, and we drove to the pretty posh hotel that the party was taking place at. Casting your mind back to my September 2010 Naughty Diaries blog entry, when I was first ‘given away’ as a party date, which pretty much failed at the first hurdle... well this one was quite the opposite. It was quite clear from the off that, although he was a little uncomfortable and perhaps a little nervous of the experience, he was very much okay with the situation we found ourselves in and had every intention to follow it through. He was much more comfortable than me, as I was very nervous, a little out of my comfort zone, and wished I’d had some time to get to know Dave a little better before this point.
The drive to the hotel was eventful, he was very complimentary to me, quite touchy-feely but in a low-key fashion, and he was very respectful but exuding a bit of an “I’m in charge” demeanour, which I like in my men. And we also took the opportunity to get to know each other better – trying to squeeze several dates worth of knowledge about each other into 45 minutes so it didn’t appear like we were on our first date at the party, as we were supposed to be a couple who’d been dating for several weeks at least. I was shocked at how quickly I began to like him, he was funny and witty and started looking sexier to me by the minute – he had a bit of a George Clooney sexiness to him. We were getting along great, I was completely at ease and really starting to look forward to the evening ahead as my nervousness subsided.
After we arrived, and the valet parking attendant was treated to an unobstructed view of my underwear (you try getting out of a sports car in a short flowy skirt and retaining your modesty!! Lol) we walked into the venue hand-in-hand, smiling, and sharing flirty glances at each other. Pulling off being a couple was seemingly going to be fairly easy.
It struck me quite early that, even at the age of 28, I felt really young compared to the crowd of people, who mainly seemed to be 40+, with a few seemingly in their 30’s and the sporadic twenty-something here and there. It’s rare for me to feel young when out for the evening nowadays, the number of occasions I’ve been in a bar, club or music venue in the past year or so and generally feeling old as I’m surrounded by 18-21 year olds has become too many to count! But the age-range seemed to even out a bit more as the crowds got bigger and grew from around 50 to what I was told was about 120 people including partners. Obviously the younger ones were coming in fashionably late!
As we made our way into the pre-dinner reception area, we walked toward a couple of other guys who were obviously work-friends of Dave. Big friendly hand-shake greetings commenced as I stood back awaiting my introduction. “Honey, this is Mike, he’s head of our Finance Department” he said, and as I smiled in my nerdily excited way as being in Finance myself I love a good chat about finance, I reached out my hand but I was caught off guard by an unexpected big hug instead as Mike exclaimed “the famous Candy, we’ve heard a lot about you!” I must have stared daggers at a chuckling Dave over Mike’s shoulder at that. I mean, creating the name “Candy” for me! It got better, as the greetings continued and the chat with Mike and the other man, Will, continued, it turned out that he’d not only given me a fake name, he’d given me a fake job as well. I wasn’t just Candy, no, I was Candy the Masseuse!! Lol
Apparently that was J’s idea! Typical!
But, although I was a little annoyed, I hid being flustered as best as I could, and embraced the challenge... let’s be honest, how often do you get the chance to go to a party where nobody knows you and portray the character of slutty Candy the masseuse! Lol. Okay, it was a bit much, I corrected the guys, I’m not a masseuse, I’m a massage therapist! :-)
I thought I played my role well in these early stages, playing along well and thinking on my stiletto-heeled feet as my character evolved from stories that Dave had told about me previously. Like how we met at the gym/spa I work at when I gave him a massage etc. I flirted, and joked, and laughed, and chatted, and answered questions about my career as a massage therapist the best I could considering I know nothing at all about anything massage related – the closest I get to being a masseuse is wearing my slutty pink “miss massage” costume! A lot of the time I had to revert to flirty innuendo as answers, such as lines like “oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I can do with these hands” accompanied by a flirty smile and a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
As the evening wore on, I think we became even more thoroughly convincing as a couple. We appeared very doting of each other and were always including each other in group conversations. And Dave was quick to point out the people we were there to impress – like his bosses, important colleagues, or the gents with young trophy wives who we were generally competing with for the title of hottest older guy/younger girl couple – and those whose tongues we should leave wagging, such as friends or acquaintances of his ex-wife.
But that was just the outward facade of the evening. Beneath the table or on the dance floor his hands were all over me, and when we slipped into a quieter table toward the back later on in the evening, he told me to slip my panties off right there at the table and we got pretty hot and heavy, locked in deep kisses whilst practically fucking each other into a frenzy under the table with our hands. It was at this point he told me to get under the table to suck him off. I did just that, slipping down when I thought nobody was looking, and hidden beneath the long tablecloth I took his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth and gave him the best blow-job I could muster in such a confined space. It took him less than 5 minutes to cum, I’d practically brought him to the edge of orgasm with my hand before anyway, so he was already just about ready to blow before I went under the table. As he came, I held the head of his cock at my lips to take all his cum in my mouth; partly out of necessity to avoid a mess, but mostly as that was what he had told me to do – catch it all, don’t spill a drop, but not to swallow.
As I finished, I asked if the coast was clear... well, I kind of mumbled it through my cum-filled mouth! And he said it was, so I gingerly came out from under the table and re-took my seat, looking at him patiently awaiting my next instruction about what I should do with my ample mouthful. He asked me to open wide to show him, and hold some on my tongue and stick that out, all of which I did before he asked me a couple of questions that I mumbled and gargled very brief answers to before I was allowed to swallow. I gulped it down with an enthusiastic smile before thanking him, which is something a good slut should always do.
As the night was winding down, I had a quick dance with a few of Dave’s friends/colleagues as they insisted they get a dance before the night was over, and they generally groped my ass a little and danced me toward the mistletoe for a little kiss. They all were just little friendly kisses though, except for one, as he let it be known that he’d seen me come out from under Dave’s table with a mouthful of cum earlier, and tried to convince me to give him a similar treatment to pay for his silence. To be honest, I was Dave’s date for the night, but had no long-term connection to him, and the blow job was his idea, so I wasn’t that bothered about buying his silence quite frankly. He was easily diffused anyway, and accepted a proper, long kiss combined with groping my naked ass under my skirt for about 15 seconds.
The night ended shortly after and as we headed to the lift/elevator, I noticed that one of Dave’s colleague’s was about 10 paces behind us with his wife, who he had pointed out earlier in the night as a fairly good friend of his ex-wife. So I pointed this out to Dave and whispered my plan in his ear. As we got in the lift I practically jumped him as if we were going to fuck right there and then, while Dave discreetly kept his finger on the “hold doors” button to ensure that the couple just behind us would catch us up and make it to the lift. As they did, we quickly broke our clinch and straightened our clothes a little like guilty teenagers. We continued a bit of kissing as the lifts went up, and I was saying dirty things into Dave’s ear, making sure the others in the lift could just about hear what I was saying.
Quite luckily for this little game, we all got off at the same floor and started walking down the same corridor. Our room was first though, so we stopped and they walked past. As soon as they had passed, I jumped Dave again, pushing him against the door and started pulling his tie off and undoing his shirt as I kissed him furiously, telling him how badly I wanted him. He fumbled with the keycard as the other couple looked back to see us practically stripping and ready to fuck in the hotel corridor. We soon got into the room though, both grinning and giggling a little bit, but at the same time, both very, very horny. There was a lot of truth in our lift and hotel corridor show, we were both very desperate to get ourselves laid!
And it didn’t take long for us to get down to it once we were in the room, I finally got my corset off and felt like I could breathe for the first time all evening. We fucked a few times that night and again in the morning. He was a bit rougher than I was expecting to be honest, but not in a bad way necessarily. A girl loves to just be thoroughly “taken” sometimes, even if I did end up with an almighty bruise on my lower back from where he’d fucked me very hard against the wall, and some minor bruises around my wrists from some slightly “excessive force” use of some handcuffs.
I was sore on several parts of my body the next day. But I also felt pretty damn satisfied as Dave drove me home into the waiting arms of my Master J. I’d been a good slut for him.
Just to complete this story though, I will just say that I did meet up with Dave a few more times, conveniently popping into a couple of work nights out etc, just to keep up the pretence of the relationship for several more weeks until he announced our “break-up”, which let me off the hook in a way that didn’t look bad on him.
The December 2010 Christmas Parties stories will be continued very shortly...
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