Its Party Time!

The pulsing bass thumped through the packed house, its vibrations shaking the very foundations of the opulent mansion. Colorful lights strobed and flashed, painting the sprawling party in an eclectic kaleidoscope of hues. Amidst the writhing mob of scantily clad revelers, a lone figure command attention – a statuesque blonde bombshell gyrating to the music, her voluptuous curves barely concealed by scandalous strips of fabric.

She was the epitome of sensuality incarnate, a vision of ticketed flesh and suggestive motions. The blonde teased and taunted, beckoning all comers with a sparkle in her deep blue eyes. Stripped bottoms were slithered down shapely legs, roofs of the modest were tossed aside, exposing the glistening pink of bulls-in-heat hunger.

Around her, a cluster of men huddled, spurting with desire. They jostled one another for a better view, each hoping to get up close and personal with the sultry siren. The blonde merely smiled, her full lips curling upwards in a wicked grin as she backed away towards her waiting throne. The plush couch beckoned, an altar to tempt the palpitating masses.

Slowly, sensuously, she lowered herself onto the velvety cushions. Her hands roamed her body, caressing each curve and plane. Fingers grazed over pert nipples straining against the thin material of her scandalously skimpy top, the nubbins hardening under her touch. She dipped lower, tracing the line of her trim stomach before dipping between her thighs. Her back arched as she brushed against the aching heat of her sex, the damp fabric of her thong.

The men shuffled forward, drawn by the blatant promise of carnal delights to come. They milled about, unsure of where to focus their attention. The golden goddess on the couch crooked a finger at them, her eyes locked with a particular young buck. Shyly, he approached, his hands shaking with anticipation.

In a swift motion, she reached out, palming his crotch. The bulky bulge there pulsed, twitching as her fingers curled around it. The boy gasped, his knees nearly buckling. The blonde smirked, pulling him closer as her deft fingers found the tab of his fly. She undid it with a practiced swiftness, reaching inside to liberate his aching girth.

And what a girth it was! The throbbing shaft leapt into her hand, pulsing with a life all its own. Smooth and thick, the meaty pillar of boyhood was a feast for her eyes…and her mouth. Summoning the eager young man closer still, she closed her full lips around the plump tip, her tongue swirling to lap up the salty bead of pre-cum glistening there.

He groaned, his head lolling back as she took him deeper. His hips rocked, seeking to bury himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat. But the blonde was in charge here, her ministrations slow and teasing. She suckled and laved,attening to every tingling nerve, refusing to let him reach his explosive end too soon.

Other hands found her. Eager fingers sought out her own straining flesh, tweaking hardened nubs and tracing the slick delta of her sex. She moaned around the thick shaft stretching her lips, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her willing partner. His thrusts grew erratic, his balls drawing up in preparation for his impending release.

At the last possible moment, she released him. His seed erupted forth, painting her face and chest in creamy ribbons of pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the tangy flavor even as more hands touched her, stroking and probing. The blonde squirmed, letting their ministrations bring her closer to her own peak.

Her fingers sought out eager mouths, smearing her juices across hungry tongues. Sucking gasps and muffled groans met her ears as the men divvied up the sweet fruit of her pleasure. One bold soul ventured lower, burying his face between her slick folds to lap at her dripping honey. She gasped, bucking into him as he tongued her throbbing pearl.

Two fingers plunged into her weeping sex, pumping furiously as the mouth at her core suckled in tandem. The blonde cried out, her back arching as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clamped down, fluttering and pulsing around the fingers buried deep. Cream gushed from her, coating the eager hands of her lovers.

Spent and sated, she let them lay her back against the couch. They looked on with hungry eyes, each man jostling for a turn. The blonde merely smiled, crooking a finger at them once more. It was party time, after all, and there was plenty more where that came from.