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...