He had assured her that she had never been to a party quite like this one, but wouldn’t tell her any more than that. Her mind raced with anticipation, a slight touch of fear, and pure unadulterated excitement. She had never been with a man his age before and the way he treated her was special. He made her feel special, desirable, beautiful, smart and sexy. This was so different than anything she had known before. He knew Yasmine was special the first time he laid eyes on her.

She showed a maturity well beyond her age, and her beauty was astonishing. Her tanned skin was like velvet pulled tight over firm round breasts, and that amazing butt made him want to bend her over as he watched her walk. Yes, she was special, but there were unanswered questions. Could she accept the things he wanted to share with her.

Would she accept it? He would find out this night. Yasmine felt all eyes turn to her as she entered the room. She could hear the whispers, ooohhhs and ahhhs, and felt just a touch of embarrassment. Maybe she had worn the wrong thing. The tight, short skirt barely covered her cheeks, and the very revealing top showed the fullness of perfect breasts nearly to her nipples.

The people here were dressed as if they were attending a banquet. Tux’s, gowns, and enough diamonds to fill a jewelry store, fit well the elaborately decorated room. It seemed strange though. The sofas, chairs, and benches all faced the center of the room. There in the center of the room covered by a luxurious mohair rug, was a single piece of furniture. It looked like some sort of exercise bench advertised on late night TV.

Handles on the back, hinged in the middle, and heavily padded in white, she wondered why it was there. The lights grew dim and a spotlight appeared illuminating the center of the room. One by one the couples walked to the center and were introduced by an unknown voice. He took her hand and led there as she heard her name and his called. In a quiet hush she heard the onlookers calling Yasmine, Yasmine, Yasmine, Yasmine.

He turned to her, looked deep into her eyes, and said in a quiet voice, “Yasmine, you are chosen. Will you make love to me here, now, for all to see the wonder of you?

She never answered as he kissed her and cupped a gorgeous breast in each hand. Her mind reeled as he slowly undressed her. She heard the ahhhs from the people but they seemed far away. He gently pushed her back as she sat on the bench. Her mind was racing now as she noticed the soft blue glow of the spotlight as he undressed only inches from her face. This was the fantasy she had dreamed of many times and she gave herself to it as she reached for him. She slowly stroked him as she watched him grow harder in her hand.

They want a show, “Well .. I’ll give them one” she thought as her mouth pulled him in.

She could feel the wetness start in herself as she felt him grow larger in her mouth. Slowly licking his shaft and cupping his balls, she could hear the quiet musings from the crowd and it turned the fire inside her into a raging inferno. She grabbed his butt and pulled him deep inside in one swift motion and the heard them gasp. Her hand found it’s way between her legs to the wetness and she began to massage herself.

Yasmine, Yasmine, Yasmine… the people started in a whisper, growing louder each time.

Still holding him firmly in her hand she lay back on the bench and raised her legs to his shoulders. The juices from her excitement had covered her and ran between the cheeks of her butt for all to see.

With a confidence he had been sure she possessed, she looked up at him and said “fuck me now!” She never took her eyes off his as she guided him closer.

Gently pulling his rock hard shaft to her, she stroked her opening with the tip. Slowly, deliberately, she used him to please herself. Her juices now flowing from the excitement of it all, she slid his member down between the cheeks of her butt and then upward to her clit, now screaming for attention. There was no sound from the room as she held captive the trance-like attention of each and every one there.

The delicate lips of her treasure now unfurled like a rose in bloom as she used him. They surrounded him and he moved slowly closer and closer, until the swollen head disappeared inside her. He pushed forward as her hands reached above for the handles on the bench. Deeper and deeper he pushed slowly inside her until she felt his body pressing against her.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on the handles beside hers. Gently and slowly they found the rhythm of each others body. In and out, gliding smoothly with the crystal clear fluids of their bodies making his entry easy, his shaft plunged deep inside her again and again. She pulled at the handles and used her legs on his shoulders to help arch her back with each thrust. He pulled at those same handle for leverage as he started to increase the power and speed of his insertion.

The crowd sensed it too, and began the hushed chant Yas-mine….Yas-mine….Yas-mine…. in time with each thrust.

Through the fog of passion in her brain she heard them and it stirred the fires burning inside her. This was it, this was her fantasy, she was pleasing everyone in the room, men and women alike. She had imagined it many times, but had never imagined it could be like this. The thought of it drove her wild. Pounding away now her perfect breasts shook as his body slammed into hers time and time again.

She could feel his balls slapping against her butt with each stroke. The muscles in her belly were tight as she strained to greet him. Louder and louder the voices urged her on, and the excitement washed over her in waves. She reveled in her ability to stir so many at one time and wanted to give them more.

It took only a moment for her to come up with a way to do just that. In an instant she had turned and was on her knees, her hands gripping the handles now in front of her. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled, as if directing him in his role. She couldn’t help but hear the gasps from several onlookers as she started to rock her perfect body in the undulating motion of invitation.

Chapter 2

He had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was at this moment. Looking back over her shoulder at him with those dark eyes, and the perfect full lips forming a devilish smile, she encouraged him to help her fulfill her fantasy. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands caress her waist. Her body moved with the slow rhythm of passion as she rocked back and forth, the exquisite roundness of her cheeks moving in a most inviting way.

She felt his lips kissing the small of her back, and his hands slowly massaging first her waist and then lower to her butt. She felt her cheeks spread at his insistence and his tongue slide into the valley they formed. She heard the hushed Yasmine… Yasmine… Yasmine…. start as she moved her butt against his face. Up and down she slid herself across his tongue.

Her opening wet with her own juices and the help of his tongue, she felt his finger slide easily inside her, first one, then two, as they started to dance their way deeper inside. The sensation was amazing as his tongue worked her most forbidden area, and his fingers searched the delicate curves of her treasure. She could feel the fire building, and the gasps of several onlookers as she reached her hand between her legs and found her clit.

Her body picked up the pace and the room filled with tension as she brought each and every one there with her on her journey. He knew in an instant her desire as she looked back at him. His shaft was hard and swollen as he pressed against her. Slowly he watched as the head disappeared inside her. She felt the engorged head as it slid by her fingers still gently massaging her clit. Deeper and deeper, until she felt him press against her.

Each thrust became harder as their bodies slammed together time and time again. His hands pulled at her waist as he drove himself to her and her body shook with the force. She heard the OOOOO’s from the gallery as she reached farther beneath her and took his balls in her hand. She knew she was not only pleasing him, but also everyone else in the room, and it made her want to give them more.

She had no fear now, no doubts, and only the desire to please not only herself, but everyone else beyond their wildest hopes. She pulled forward, and caused his shaft, wet and shining with her juices, to lose her. She moved intentionally each time he tried to regain entry and he found himself sliding his manhood up and down the crease of her butt. The gyrations of her body slowed to show him what she expected.

Again and again, he slid himself up and down the valley, spreading the wetness between the cheeks now red from the force of his body against her. As he passed the tiny opening he felt her stop. Slower he moved until he was sure of her wishes until they paused at the same time. The veins of his member stood out and the swollen head had an angry look about it as he pressed it against the tiny opening. She led him forward with her body and then paused.

She was fantastic this woman, she told him exactly what to do without ever speaking a word. He leaned forward and paused, pressing gently against her, and waited for her to set the pace of his entry. This was new for her but the excitement of the night gave her courage, and the Oooooo’s and ahhhhhh’s from the people there made her want to give them what they, and she, wanted. This was her night, her fantasy, and nothing would stop her from enjoying it to the fullest.

She felt him pressing against her gently and closed her eyes as she eased back toward him and felt the pressure increase. She paused and gave herself time to relax. Wiggling her butt slowly in a circular motion she felt herself opening to accept him, and realized the sensation was a pleasurable one. Bit by bit she pushed back against him, taking him deeper and deeper inside.

The combination of her wetness and his made his throbbing shaft slide easily into the warm tightness she offered him. With his hands on her waist he began the slow steady strokes. He watched her intently for any reaction and saw the nervousness fade from her. He felt her relax and start to work her perfect body with his at the same time. She was glad that her first attempt at anal sex was with him, and on this night.

The sensation was different than any she had known but extremely pleasurable in it’s own way. The applause started quietly as she began to rock her body back and forth. Her back arched then dipped as she moved with a steady rhythm. Her hands used the handles on the bench for support as she moved faster and harder now. She wanted it harder and looked back at him. He knew instantly her need and pulled her back to him as he slammed his body into hers again and again.

The applause was no longer quiet as the crowd showed their appreciation for her efforts. Knowing the impression she was having on them made the fires of passion burn even hotter inside her. She was feeling the power now and wanted to take control. In an instant she was on her feet and guiding him to the bench. Pushing his shoulders she laid him back and stood for a moment to gaze at his hardness standing erect and waiting for her.

Feeling the power she had over the room, she smiled out into the crowd as she took him in her hands and stroked him slowly, first one hand then the other. There were several gasps from the room as she stepped over him and straddled the bench. Lower and lower she moved, guiding his shaft to her with her hand.

Chapter 3

Her hand held him firmly as she lowered herself slowly. Pausing to rub the swollen head between the also swollen lips of her entrance. She could feel her body swallowing him as she took him deeper. Lower and lower until she rested on his body feeling the fullness inside her. Yasmine tilted her head back, closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasure of it for several moments as she waited for the room to react. She arched her back as she heard the chant once again.

Yasmine… Yasmine….. Yasmine…..

Her body started to sway with the rhythm. Round hips moving forward and back, the perfectly shaped breasts glistening with a light sheen of sweat and tipped with nipples erect and taut with anticipation made her appear a goddess to all who beheld her. She was truly amazing this woman. Mature beyond her years, beautiful beyond description, passionate beyond belief, and at this moment she felt all these things he had often told her. His hands reached up and cupped the supple mounds., rolling each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, he gently squeezed her. The room fell silent as the low moans escaped her. The muscles in her belly drew tight as she rocked again and again. The soft blue light sparkled in the stone hanging from her belly button ring and gave the scene a wonderful aura.

She leaned forward to take the handles in her hands and used them to help her body move. She leaned forward more and dangled a pert nipple near his waiting mouth. She felt his tongue as he tasted the sweat on it and pulled it into his mouth. Her body moved frantically now, the desire in her driving her to places she had never been. She could feel the orgasm starting deep inside her and struggled to free it. The primal sounds coming from deep inside her now held the crowd silent as they watched her in awe. Deeper, harder, with each thrust of her body the flood rose inside her. Her body shook with the eruption of the orgasm. Waves of ecstasy washed over her and left no part of her untouched. She was unaware of the sounds coming from inside her as the pleasure rushed through her body again and again. She felt the need to cry at the sensations pricking every nerve of her being as she continued slamming herself to him.

Only as the waves of passion subsided did she slow the rhythm and feel her body start to relax. Slower and slower, she began to return to the awareness of her surroundings and realized the cheers and applause were for her. Each and every person there was on their feet urging her on. She felt the pulse of his hardness inside her and knew there must be one more act to her show. She hadn’t felt the hot spewing of his essence inside her and realized he had held back to allow her this ending. As she stepped away she pulled him up and kissed him gently as he stood beside her. With that perfect smile she sat down and marveled at the wetness between her legs. Her hands went to him as she fondled and caressed the hardness that her body had caused. Tasting her own juices she licked the swollen head with the tip of her tongue. Her body still tingled from the orgasm as she fondled the hard swollen shaft oozing his clear sweet nectar.

The hushed oooo’s and ahhhhh’s from the onlookers made her feel as if they felt the same satisfaction that she was feeling. Her body was relaxed and satisfied with an occasional aftershock of the orgasm rushing through her. This part of the show was for the people who had admired, encouraged, appreciated, and reveled in her tonight, and for him. He had allowed her the stage, her fantasy, and the confidence to let it all go, to throw away the fear, and to experience a feeling few ever achieve. This would be her encore, and she wanted the night to end with a gift for all who had given her the pleasure.

Her hands gently massaged him as he stood before her. First one hand grasping him and sliding over his hardness, then the other, as she occasionally licked the tip and tasted the fluids she was squeezing from him. Slowly, deliberately, her hands moved over him as she gazed intently at the effects of her touch. As her hands became wet from the excitement flowing from him, she paused, arched her back, closed her eyes and wiped them invitingly on her breasts, chest, and neck.

She noticed the silence of the room as the crowd became mesmerized by her movements. As her head lowered, her eyes met his and stayed there. She watched him intently as her tongue stroked the sensitive underside of his, pulsing shaft. She felt his body tense as she slid her lips over the swollen head and took him deep into her mouth, and felt the pulsing throb of his excitement deep in her throat. His need for release was obvious now as she felt the tremors start in him. The contractions were beginning as her hand assisted in his pleasure. She wanted all to see the wonder her efforts had wrought and gently pulled her head away.

Her hands squeezed firmly a she stroked him. The pulsing quickened now and she could see the orgasm building urgently as he climbed nearer the point of no return. Raising her head to look into his eyes she squeezed harder and her strokes quickened. The flood of passion escaped him with fury, and she felt the hot sticky juices landing on her chest and breasts. Her eyes lowered and she watched as his essence spurted again and again. The room erupted with applause and bravo’s as she licked her fingers and smiled. As if on cue, dozens of roses landed all around her amid the cheering. It had once been a fantasy, but now the sight of roses lying on the white rug at her feet brought her to the realization that this had been indeed her night, her reality, and she reveled in the feeling. He took her in his arms, looked deep into her eyes, and kissed her gently.

In barely a whisper she heard him say…..

Yasmine…… Thank you for the most wonderful experience I’ve ever known.