“Waoow, those are some big knockers” Valerie pointed at the lion heads holding metal rings on the door as she walked inside. The stately mansion entrance was covered in artwork and lights. She put her hands on her chest and wiggled her tits up and down. “Kinda like these, don’t you think Alfred?”
The butler who had let her in did not flinch. “Again, my name is Robert. If you could follow me, Ms Valerie” he turned to show the way down the hall.
“Oh don’t be so stiff, there’s plenty of time for that later” Valerie winked and smiled broadly, exposing the worn out chewing gum resting on her perfect teeth. “I always treat the staff at events like this. Us regular people need to look out for each other y’know!” She playfully pushed him on the shoulder.
The butler winced a bit at being grouped with the…guest. But he prided himself on being discrete, and seeing the ginger-haired girl bounce beside him did not leave him entirely unbothered either.
Valerie had not dressed up in a chique way. She found that her clients preferred it like that. A black and white striped tanktop bulged around her chest, two imprints poking through one of the white lines. The colors brought out the natural freckles on her pale skin. Her red hair, bound in a braid, swung happily side to side as she walked. And her toned thighs stuck out from a faux-jean skirt.
She reached into her mouth. The butler glanced, saw how wide open she could pull her lips, saw the drool glisten when she pulled out the chewing gum. Her long narrow tongue stuck out as she retrieved it. She held it up, looking almost proud. “Trash in?” She asked, sweet as pie. The butler produced a handkerchief and took the still warm gum from her hand.
“Thanks, you’re really nice!” Valerie said. “I can tell when people are. Your boss isn’t as nice, but don’t tell him I said that” She whispered conspiratorially to him, one hand next to her mouth. The butler was lost for words, and glad they had finally arrived at the dining room. He checked briefly what the situation looked like. He walked in and cleared his throat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present Ms Valerie” he said, and retreated to a corner, ready to attend to things.
Valerie stepped into the room and drew all eyes on her. She framed her face with her hands. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you all! I haven’t been here in so long, I think Mr Wells is bored of me.” She pouted with full red lips.
Her arrival set off the room like a flash bang. Old men in suits set their cutlery down and looked at her, leaning forward. Their eyes brightened. Women, slightly younger, looked as well but with pursed lips.
At the head of the table, Mr Wells got up. He spread his arms wide while he lumbered towards her. “Nonsense, my dear. I’ve just been terribly busy.”
He embraced her, his right hand travelling down and fondling Valerie’s ass. She reached her arms around his neck and kicked up one leg behind her.
“It’s all good, I’m just messing with you!” She pecked him on the nose. Then she grabbed him by the jowls and brought his face in for a deep kiss, closing her eyes. The kiss was eager, enthusiastic, a little silly. Just like Valerie herself.
She disconnected, then grabbed her forearms and jumped, straddling him around the waist. “I’ve missed you Mr Wells! Want me to start with you or should I go around the room first?”
Mr Wells chuckled and let his own tongue lap at her nose, which dutifully crinkled. “Just go and play with our guests, I’ll look forward to having you later tonight.”
With that, Valerie jumped off. Her tits jiggled when she hit the floor. She looked at the dinner table, scanned around the room, saw the hungry faces looking back at her. “I think I remember all of you. But it’ll be easier to recognize you from the waist down” she winked and a few of the heads nodded in anticipation.
With a theatrical drop she hunched down on her knees and crawled below the table. Taking her cue, several hands started to undo belt buckles. The glow from the light through the red tablecloth illuminated stiffening cocks being brought out for her. “Oooh, so many dicks to suck on, where should I start?” Valerie laughed teasingly.
On hands and knees she made several feints towards the men, who were spreading their knees eagerly. Then she saw an unfamiliar rod at the far end of the table. She knew this was usually the place reserved for business partners. So to keep Mr Wells happy, she stalked towards it like a cat.
She put her cheek on his thigh, let him know she was there, then nuzzled into it. One cautious hand came down and reached for her head. She allowed him to pet her, stroke her hair. She made humming noises into his crotch to spur him on. Then, slowly, she dragged her face towards his crotch. With her mouth open, warm breath hit his shaft. She could see him twitch in response, stifled a giggle.
Her tongue started creeping out of her mouth. The tip hit the cock at its base, right above the ball sack. Valerie used her fine tongue control to lick first the left and then the right side of his shaft, lathering it with drool.
Above the table, the conversation continued. Something about dividends and rebates. Valerie had studied for the stuff, but had rejected the business world. She was too restless. Here, sucking cock under the table, was much more fun.
Her head almost hit the table when she reached for the head of his rod. That’s how tall it stood from his lap. Good for him, at that age. She cupped the sagging balls in her right hand, just as her pouty lips wrapped around him. She moaned through her throat. The vibrations made him twitch again. Then he carefully placed his hand down on her head.
She bucked her head into his palm to give permission, then held still. Slowly he started guiding her to take his cock into her mouth. She let herself be pushed down, only adjusting slightly to make sure it went down the middle of her throat. That’s the good stuff, old man dick. Her tongue lapped lazy spirals around as she descended. She performatively gagged when his cockhead rounded the corner of her throat, sputtering up extra saliva. But she continued until she could taste his crotch. The pubes tickled her nose, but she was a professional and didn’t laugh.
She made her mouth a vacuum, cheeks falling in, and started going to work. With vigor she worked his shaft, finding every ridge and line to work her tongue into, stimulating every nerve. She could feel more blood flowing in, hardening him even more. Her fingers were deftly tapping on his balls to tease him.
Without much fanfare, he came. His hand came down on the table with a thud when he stabilized himself. But otherwise he stayed silent. The conversation briefly paused, a few men chuckled, and then they continued.
Valerie tasted the warm jizz in her cheeks. She licked up the last few trails, then swallowed audibly. She grabbed his napkin and carefully cleaned his already shrinking cock, before he closed his zipper.
One down.
She wasn’t required to make everyone cum. Valerie mostly saw herself as entertainment. Even if a guy hadn’t shot jizz inside her by the end of the night, he’d still have seen her get creampied across the table. That kind of experience was something that kept her getting hired.
She looked around. There were more women here tonight than usual. Valerie didn’t discriminate, but not every classy lady liked getting her pussy eaten by a random party slut. She could get that, in a group like this. They didn’t want to be involved, reminded of how these men saw women. Others couldn’t bear to be compared so directly.
Still, a client is a client, and she could always ask. Valerie crawled over to the bottom of a black dress, very fancy. She put her hand on the knee. Instantly the legs clenched close together to reject her. Fair enough.
The next woman was more interesting. A red dress, not much longer than one Valerie would wear. She counted the seats. Ah, Marian, the vice president. Valerie knew she would be up for something. She nudged her face against the legs and they opened for her. The sight of an uncovered pussy greeted her.
Valerie leaned forward as the woman adjusted her position, bringing her mound just on the edge of her seat. Valerie started licking the neatly trimmed cunt, paying special attention to the nub at the top. A hand came down the table and stroked Valerie’s cheek, almost absentmindedly. Valerie intensified her efforts.
After a few minutes of dutiful licking, she felt a finger curl underneath her chin. She looked up and saw the hand inviting her. Valerie crawled over the woman’s legs and emerged from under the table. She straddled Marian’s legs as she came up. Her face was a bit flustered from the heat. Nobody directly acknowledged her, but heads did turn.
Marie took a long sip from her glass and tilted her head back, showing off her long neck and plunging cleavage. Valerie started rubbing over her neckline. Her own tits were heaving up and down as she caught her breath, eating pussy was exhausting. Marie smiled, her mouth full of wine. Valerie took the hint and planted her lips. Red liquid passed from Marie’s mouth to her. She drank the woman in greedily, letting her tongue find all the alcohol that was being withheld.
Marie brushed Valerie’s hair, let her fingers slide along her braid. Valerie looked deeply into her eyes, then winced when she felt a playful tug on the end of her hair. With a spank on her butt, Marian dismissed Valerie from her lap.
Valerie looked around. Red faces looked back at her. The first woman she tried looked a bit scandalized, but attempted to hide it. Mr Wells had just had his empty plate taken away.
Valerie walked behind the chairs, tapping each head in turn. Finally she reached the man to the right of Mr Wells. Mr Bernan was a handsome older guy who ran the accountants. He had just finished a pretty long winded story on fraud. When she put her arms around his head and let her tits rest on his neck, he chuckled fondly and reached to massage her thigh.
Mr Bernan slid his chair back. Valerie stepped around and sat down on his lap, facing the table. She leaned against his chest, turned around. “Mr Bernan, my pussy is feeling lonely. Would you please stuff it for me?” she put on her big eyes. Her right hand reached down and started stroking his cock, which he had unleashed at the same time as the other men in the room.
“Oh my dear, I’m sorry to hear that. Let me help you then.” His thick middle finger went down and below the hem of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties of course, so he quickly found her glistening slit and started working it. She sat there grinding on him, letting her ass rub against his groin. Little moans escaped her mouth, politely quiet to not interrupt the conversation. Mr Wells looked on, amused.
Finally her slick cunt touched his erect cock for the first time. With a few silent adjustments, she found herself perched on the tip. She let her pussy embrace his rod, lowering until she was sitting on his lap again. “Oh Mr Bernan, you feel so nice!” She let out. Trails of saliva connected her o-shaped pouty lips. She made sure to have eye contact with him when she started moving.
Slowly, unhurried, she bounced on his cock. She dragged one finger across his plate to collect some gravy, then teasingly sucked it clean while looking at Mr Wells.
Mr Bernan, to his credit, was a good lay. Valerie felt the warm coil in her lower stomach wind up as he slowly thrust into her. Still he somehow managed to discuss accounts. His left hand went under her stripes tanktop and pinched her nipple. She giggled at the sensation, then whined when he got provoked and started twisting the delicate nub in his hand.
Valerie closed her eyes briefly, felt a contented smile spread across her face. A man on the other side had sneakily started to jack off to the sight. Marian had taken her neighbor’s dick in hand and was matching Valerie’s rhythm. Throughout the room, the sexual temperature had come to a nice steady boil.
Mr Wells nodded at the butler. He made a gesture, and several housemaids stepped forward, asked for the attention of the unattended men. With formal outfits, and holding neat handkerchiefs, they each started stroking the men. They had friendly expressions, but not enthusiastic ones.
Valerie groaned when Mr Bernan picked up the pace. She met his enthusiasm, slammed her hips down. Any and all conversation was paused while she rode the man to an orgasm. His hands became rougher, greedier, more insistent. Her tit ached when he squeezed her, and her clit was getting rubbed warm by his thumb.
She felt it before she heard his voice. The first creampie of the night coated her insided, milked greedily by her clenching walls. She was panting, sweating a bit. She let her hands roam across his face behind her as she rode the aftershocks. “Thank you Mr Bernan, I feel properly stuffed now” she whispered in a high voice.
She let herself off his cock. Another maid stepped in to clean the filth off his cock, but Valerie had to wipe herself down. She walked over and leaned against Mr Wells’s side.
“Having a good party?” She whispered in his ear. He reached an arm behind her and hugged in her side. She draped herself over his shoulder, her tits coming to rest near his face. Together they looked at the guests, some had already starting making eyes at Valerie. Even the butler cast a few glances her way.
“Hmm, excellent. Thank you for the entertainment.” He grumbled
Valerie kissed him on the forehead affectionately. “Your business partner is screwing you by the way, his company is on the verge of collapse.” She said.
“Oh, picked up any secret conversations while you were sucking him off?” He replied.
“No, but I read the reports on the way here. Look into his property developments, that’s where the rot is.” She replied, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
“I see… I really don’t pay you enough, do I?” He turned to look at her.
She rubbed his head. “Make it up to me tonight, Mr Wells. My flight is in the morning and I want at least three of your loads inside me before then.”
Valerie squeezed his hand, then walked around the table for her next cock. She bounced with every step, cock-drunk and happy. Tonight was going to be a good night.
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