Life at Evesham Hall was good. After my very lucrative role as “The Serving Wench”, things quietened down. Hugh had indicated that he was often away on business. Whether it was personal or parliamentary was not divulged.

He was a bit of a mystery man, an enigma.

I, of course, googled him.

Hugh Richard Blake.

Age: 58

Marital status: divorced

Children: none

Family home: Evesham Hall

Occupation: Member of Parliament for West Yorkshire

Minister for Theatre and The Arts.

There was other information, but nothing of particular interest to me.

I knew he had a thing about breasts, a fascination for them; he loved a blowjob, and his preference was to cum over tits.

He also enjoyed role play and entertaining. I suspected, though, that there was far more to discover about his sexual fantasies. A shiver of anticipation coursed through me at the thought of being allowed into his world.

Now you probably think I am a real tart.

Hmmm. Debatable.

I am a healthy 24-year-old. I love and fancy my boyfriend, but we both are comfortable with sharing our sexuality. We are both highly sexed.

Early on in our relationship, we discovered this shared ideal. Dan and I were snuggled up on the sofa in his flat. He was in the process of unbuttoning my blouse when his flatmate walked in unexpectedly. He grinned widely.

“Am I interrupting? Please do not stop on my behalf.”

He settled down in an armchair to watch, his hand moving down to his crotch.

Dan looked at me questioningly. I nodded.

I was thrilled. I was living up to my name.

Eve. The first temptress.

The blouse was opened and discarded.

The bra was next. Dan unclipped it and tugged it off. My tits were bare. Size 36DD with pink areola and very perky, prominent nipples that were erect with expectation. Dan started to massage my breasts and squeeze them together, making them look enormous. The flatmate groaned. His erect cock was now out, and he was stroking furiously.

Dan pushed me back into the cushions; expertly, he pulled my skirt off. Underneath, I was wearing

Stockings, a white suspender belt, and white lacy pants. By this time I was writhing and hornier than I had ever been, knowing I was being watched. Dan’s fingers pushed the crotch to one side, displaying my black pubic hair. He instructed me to open my legs wide, and his fingers began exploring my wet folds, which were clearly visible to our aroused voyeur. When his thumb began to circle my pulsing clit, I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Then he withdrew his fingers and replaced my pants. He motioned for his friend to join us.

In a flash, he was over. I was now lying on the sofa. The flatmate was kissing me and feeling my breasts and nipples while Dan watched. Then Dan took over, and his friend moved places. He started to pull my pants down while Dan was kissing me.

I was naked apart from the suspenders and stockings. They stayed on. This was my first threesome, although strictly speaking, it was a two-on-one, as the guys only played with me and not each other.

The flatmate was now fingering me furiously as he led my hands to his cock, which was wet and pulsing. I was in ecstasy, being worked on by two hot, horny males. We shifted positions. I knelt on all fours facing the flatmate, delivering my speciality.

A blowjob.

Dan was now naked too. I gave a gasp as he slid his wet, erect penis into my equally wet, ready vagina. Faster, faster until we all came in a tangle of arms, legs and cum. I've never forgotten that first time.

…~…

There was a knock at the door.

Hugh? No, it was Jim the postman. He handed me an envelope bearing my name and Dan’s.

Dan was at the table drinking coffee.

“Anything interesting?”

I opened the expensive cream envelope and withdrew the equally expensive cream card, which was beautifully handwritten in black ink.

Dan and Eve

You are cordially invited

To Evesham Hall

Saturday, June 19th

From 7pm onwards

For an evening with friends, old and new, and those still to be discovered.

Dress code optional.

No RSVP necessary.

Hugh.

Not much warning. That was tomorrow night. This was the party Hugh had been planning with his two friends. I debated what to wear. Part of me wanted to wear the serving wench costume, but it wasn't a costume ball. I know Hugh and his two friends were sexual creatures, but I didn't know about the other guests. In the end, I opted for elegant. Yes, you heard that right. I can be anything that is required of me, from staid and prim in my librarian role or an absolute harlot showing her naked pussy and butt to total strangers for a bet!

At 7 o'clock, we were admitted to the hall. Staff had been hired, respectably attired this time.

Dan had dark trousers and a white shirt on. I too was wearing white. A fitted dress which clung to my body without being tarty. It was sleeveless with thin straps. It buttoned down the back and was short. Underneath, I wore white hold-ups and nothing else. There wasn't room, as the material clung like a second skin. I suppose if you chose to look, my areola and nipples were visible beneath the fine fabric. My hair was in a French plait, and I wore sky-high, strappy silver sandals. I know I said elegant, and it was, but I also knew the effect I was having on Hugh’s guests, both male and female.

We had been given champagne and directed upstairs to the grand ballroom. Yes, the one we had sneaked into. However, the two-way mirror was now hidden by plush velvet drapes.

Hugh came to greet us, smiling his boyish grin, which displayed approval of my dress. He shook Dan’s hand and kissed me chastely on both cheeks.

“Let me make some introductions,” he said, steering us to a group of rather elderly men and women. Rather posh and dripping in jewels. I was aware that, of the group of around thirty guests, we were the only young ones, apart from the two young men serving drinks.

I thought these people would be stuffy and unfriendly. The men had clearly noticed my breasts were visible and were openly leering. I thought their wives would be disapproving, but no.

Somehow, Dan ended up talking to the men while the women cornered me. Clearly they had been imbibing Hugh’s champagne. They too, were looking at my breasts; one of them stroked her hands across me, having a good feel and commenting on what good nipples I had. No one except me thought it odd. You would have thought she was discussing the weather, not feeling my tits. I went with the flow.

Then I was asked if I was wearing any knickers. As they turned me round, obviously looking for telltale lines. They complimented me on wearing a dress that showed my beautiful breasts, which everyone could admire. I was speechless but thoroughly enjoying the attention of these aristocratic matrons. The questions kept coming.

Did I have sex every night?

How big was Dan’s penis?

What was my favourite position?

Did Dan tie me up?

Was I into spanking?

Did Dan’s friends watch us having sex?

Did I enjoy anal?

Un-fucking believable!

Then somehow Dan and I switched places.

These randy husbands encircled me, but not menacingly. They, too, were flushed with alcohol.

A hand started groping my bum.

“No. I have to report, gentlemen, as we thought, this young lady is not wearing undergarments.”

A cheer went up.

The questions started.

Did I have a hairy pussy?

“Yes, it is jet black and very full. I have seen it.”

I hadn't recognised Hugh’s friend. The others were in awe. Lucky bugger! How? When were the comments. A short explanation followed with suggestions that perhaps I would like to go through the French doors to the outside terrace and let them have a look too.

They were serious!

Then, through the main door came the most beautiful redhead. Tall and with an hourglass figure. She wore a long emerald green strapless dress, slit up the front practically to her pussy. The bodice was cut low, and creamy white breasts were tantalisingly close to spilling out completely.

Murmurs of approval and eyes followed her every move. Music had been playing quietly, but now the volume was turned up a notch. Sexy saxophone melodies. The room was charged with sexual tension. I noticed the two waiters paying close attention to her. These guys were built and hot. One was black and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I envied her as they flirted with her, constantly topping up her glass. She smiled coyly, but knowingly, at them. Then the black male whispered something to her. The three of them slipped out a door; I hadn't noticed it before. It was then I realised the drapes had been opened and the huge bed was on display again. There was something on the bed, but I could not make out what it was.

The music was louder again. Sexy and smouldering. With one movement, everyone gravitated to the mirror. Dan and I looked at each other, wondering what was next.

We did not have long to wait. The two “waiters” entered the room with the giggling, tipsy redhead.

The white male started kissing her. She stretched her arms round his neck. The black male unzipped her dress, and it fell to her feet to reveal a matching emerald Basque and thong. Her buttocks were bare, but one had a butterfly tattooed on the creamy white skin. Then, to my absolute delight, the black male stripped off. He was magnificent with a huge, erect cock. He moved in behind her, sandwiching her between them. I held my breath. Then he started to pull the thong down. She was oblivious. His fingers moved inside her. She noticed that! Her body was gyrating in time to the music.

The white male was now playing with her breasts.

This was the most erotic moment of my life. I was soaking wet and desperately wishing it was me.

Then the basque was unhooked, and it too fell to the floor. She was naked apart from her heels.

They lifted her onto the bed. Her face a mask of ecstasy and arousal.

What were they doing?

The white waiter stripped off too.

Ah, now I knew what was on the bed.

Black silken ropes.

Carefully, they raised her arms and tied her wrists to each bedpost. Then they opened her legs and tied her legs to the lower bedposts. She formed a perfect X. Her shaved pussy gave a clear view of her open vagina, which was now being fingered yet again. More vigorously. Her body was arching in pleasure. Her breasts were being serviced too.

His black hands against her creamy flesh were huge as they groped and teased. Then he lowered his cock to her mouth, and she took him in, while the other cock entered her wide open pussy.

The action continued for a few more minutes until they orgasmed. The drapes closed silently.

I had been so engrossed in the tableau unfolding before me that I had been unaware of anything else. A few more waiters and waitresses had appeared. Hugh’s elderly friends had started to shed their clothing. Then I noticed one of my questioners with her dress pulled down to her waist and her large, rather floppy breasts dangling down. She was still wearing her diamond necklace. She was kneeling in front of Dan. She unzipped him, found his erect penis and proceeded to give him a blow job. Then I was aware of being manoeuvred between three of the husbands. Their trousers were off!!! My buttons were being undone. I could have stopped it, but to be honest, I didn't want to. I was caught up in this orgy of lust. My dress was removed, and I stood naked in front of all these people, my modesty served only by lacy white hold-ups!

Around the room, the waiters and waitresses were naked too, with Hugh’s posh friends nearly all undressed, playing with each other and the staff.

Now, there were at least six of Hugh’s friends encircling me. The music was really loud now; there was Dirty Dancing, geriatric style, happening.

The husbands were keeping time to the music, moving me with them. The next thing I was aware of, we were outside on the terrace, where only a short time before they had invited me to show them my hairy pussy. Their wish was granted. Here I was, standing in the centre of their gyrating circle, naked. They not only were getting to see my pussy but also my bum and my tits.

I decided there and then that this was for me. I motioned them to move further back, but still encircling me. I then gave the performance of my life with the raunchiest dance imaginable. I was surrounded by six erect penises. They were hypnotised. I would gyrate in front of each in turn. One would be kissed seductively, two would have his hands guided to my breasts, three was permitted to stroke my pubic bush, four could finger me, five could spank my butt and six got a blowjob.

My attention was caught by a figure approaching us. It was Hugh. He was carrying my dress.

Time to leave. I had the most amazing time.

Dan was the centre of attention with the diamond-clad wives, with more than one of them ending the night with a pearl necklace to add to their collection. He was buzzing. That night, we made love with frenzy and passion.

For days, I replayed the events in my mind. Neither of us had seen Hugh. We knew from the news that he was in Milan.

The image of the redhead being serviced by her two hunky waiters, watched by unseen admirers, left me with a burning need which frequent sex didn't quite satisfy.

Two weeks later, a parcel arrived while Dan and I were in the kitchen. Postmark Milan.

A familiar cream envelope accompanied it.

Dan and Eve

I am hosting a costume ball when I return.

A small gathering of about twenty mature gentlemen, minus their wives.

I would love you both to be there. However, I have a request, Eve, which I hope you will find favourable and lucrative.

I like to provide live entertainment for my guests.

Jason and Samson, my “waiters”, are both available again.

Will you be the leading lady this time?

I have sent a costume from Italy which you will be required to wear.

Payment will be very generous.

Regards, Hugh.

I tore open the tissue-wrapped package.

Emerald green satin Basque, but the cups were open.

Black stockings with emerald green ribbons to hold them in place, elbow-length black gloves, and a black feather fan. No knickers.

Would I be brave enough to perform like the redhead, wearing nothing to cover my tits and pussy?

You’d better believe it!!!!