The Dinner Party

The Dinner Party
           
    Early in the week I had informed you I was having a business dinner party on Friday night and you were eager to be there. I told you it was a business thing but if you wanted to help you may. I will have 4 gentlemen from Europe over and I would love to have you serve. I had planned out the meals and had every thing ready. You had been asking me what you should wear and what will be expected of you. You called me Thursday morning and I asked you to wear a short dress or skirt with no under clothes. You high-heeled shoes make your hair nice and you need to be on your best behavior. You promise that you will, and I then tell you that you need to follow my orders and everyone will have a wonderful time. I then tell you how I want you available to me with that short skirt. That I may just reach up and play with you when you when you bend over to put down a plate. Or I might ask you to lift up that skirt and sit on my lap. Or I tell you I might lift up that skirt and show everyone how pretty you are. You then say ok and that you are very excited about this and how fun it will be.
   Friday evening comes and you arrive at 5pm like you were instructed. I open the door and tell you that you look great! You reach up and put your arms around me kiss your skirt and me lifts up and shows those pretty cheeks. I reach down and grab them firmly in my hands. And tell you that you have done very well. Your beautiful breasts are showing very nicely in the low cut top, even without the bra. I walk you into the kitchen, explain that caterers will be bringing the food and you are to bring it out and serve it to the guests. I tell you that I know you will do a wonderful job as I reach my arms around you from behind and kiss you neck. I press my body close to yours and rub against your ass. My hands are running all over your body feeling everything slowly while I whisper in your ear that you are mine tonight. I want you to do whatever I tell you to do. That it would please me very much. I ask you if you want to please me tonight, you say oh yes. I will do anything to please you. I reach my finger into your pussy and start to kiss your lips with one hand on you ass. I tell you thank you, I know you will please me tonight.
  The guests start to arrive and I greet them at the door. You are in the kitchen looking over the bar supplies and getting ready to serve drinks. As every one is seated at the table you come out and ask guests what they would like to drink. You look very cute and we smile at each other. As you start to come back out with each drink and set it at the table you bend to set the drink down and your cute ass barely shows. I love every bit of it. But as you look around you notice all of the guests are looking at your ass as you bend over. You come to serve mine last and bend over beside me to set the drink down and I reach my hand up on you ass. You are sure some of the guests have seen it, but it felt so good that you actually stopped for a moment and stood still allowing me a good feel. You walk back into the kitchen a little embarrass but thinking about how good that felt and that you are starting to get wet again. The caterers arrive and soon you are bringing out the meals. Each time you set down a plate your skirt seems to lift a little higher. One of the guests, a large German man reaches under your skirt as you set his plate down. He starts rubbing your ass. You freeze bend over, sort of panicked and look at me. I smile and wink and you relax all in a matter of moments. But since you haven't moved he now has slid his hand between your legs and is massaging your pussy. But only for a few moments. As he removes his hand you stand back up straight and walk back into the kitchen. You can feel the wet between your legs now. You lean against the counter for a moment and think about what just happened. It felt so good. But I don't even know him. Oh god, will it happen again? All sorts of thought are running through your head. You know you need to get the other plates out there quick so you pick up two more and walk out of the kitchen. All eyes are on you now and everyone is smiling. When you set down the next plate between two men they both reach up and fondle you. Again you freeze and look at me. I smile at you and wink. It feels so good, one hand is fingering you pussy and the other is massaging your ass. I then ask you in front of everyone to finish serving the other guests or I will have to punish you. You stand up straight again and walk back into the kitchen, so wet it is running down your legs. You pick up the last plates and feel kind of dizzy with excitement as you walk out to the table again. You set down the last plates down and I tell you that this took to long. You stand there before me with everyone looking at you. I push my chair out and tell you that you will be punished. I wrote this about two weeks ago, I need to finish it.       Maybe you could add to it.     Gary