The invitation arrived on a Wednesday for Jasmine Dunn and her fiancé Scott Randall. The party was scheduled for this coming weekend at the exclusive country club in the city. She had decided to go buy a special dress for the party and as she was getting dressed to leave a package arrived for her. She put the UPS package on her bed and stared at it. She opened it up and found another gift box inside with a small card on the top. She opened the envelope to find a small rectangular card with a short handwritten note:
“Wear this and only this to the party. Mr. D”
She squealed so loud when she read the note that her mom called after her. She gathered herself and slowly opened the box; to reveal white strappy sandals and a white dress. She marveled at the designer heels and slipped them on for a perfect fit. The dress had a small strap around her neck with circular shapes and cutouts from the neckline down into the chest area. She slipped it on over her bra and panties and the fit was precise. She tingled and tensed at the same time, realizing this would be all she was wearing.
Saturday arrived and she slipped out of her house in her tank top and jean shorts knowing her parents would not approve of her dress. She simply changed in her car and emerged at the country club in her white party dress and strappy white heels. She wore red lipstick to set off her long blond hair from the pure white dress. She felt like she was walking in slow motion across the parking lot as if she was a fashion model in a music video. She found her way to the party room, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
She was surprised at the number of guests and the crowd in the room. She quickly spotted Jasmine and they ran to each other and hugged like the old high school friends they were. She was quickly introduced to Scott, found the champagne, and sat beside Jasmine at her table. She did not see Mr. Dunn anywhere in the room. The party went on, the champagne was poured, food served, and dancing continued but still no sign of him.
Then suddenly, on the way back to the table for a dance break, he appeared in the corner. He was simply dressed in khaki pants and white button down shirt. He held a drink in his hand and stared at her with hunger in his eyes. He made a simple motion with his head and Christine knew that meant to follow him as he slipped out a side door.
Christine collected her thoughts and followed him out the door and down the hall and disappeared into another room. Christine paused at the door, straightened her dress, shook her hair, and put on her lipstick before opening the door and stepping inside.
His hands were immediately on her as she was pushed back against the door with the force of his touch. His lips were on her neck and his hands groping her ass under the little white dress. She moaned loudly from the passion and felt her mouth quickly being covered by his hand. He pulled her to his lips and whispered into her ear.
“You must be quiet little one, quiet as a mouse, can you do that?” he stated more than asked.
Christine could only nod her head up and down as she swallowed hard. He released her mouth and moved into it with a strong passionate kiss. She felt herself instantly aroused and moved a hand down to his crotch to touch his hardening manhood under his trousers. Her hand was stopped and raised above her head and he shook his head again. He slowly moved closer then down pushing up her dress until his mouth was on her exposed damp pussy. His mouth was warm, forceful, and experienced. He spread her lips and engaged her clit with tongue flicks and sucking motion that was driving her insane.
She bent her knees and squatted slightly as he worked his magic on her wetness. She pushed forward with her hips to open herself and he responded by pushing one… then two… then tree fingers inside so beginning to fuck her while continuing his efforts on her clit. His hand stayed clapped over her mouth as she continued to squeal from all the pleasure unable to hold it all in as she should. As she reached her peak she doubled over leaning down towards him grabbing his head to steady her as waves of orgasm shot through her body. Her muffled screams of pleasure and squeals of joy left her breathless as her legs vibrated from the strongest orgasm of her existence.
Christine had not even caught her breath when Mr. Dunn abruptly stood, spun her around, pulled her hips back, pushed up her dress, and spanked her ass. He loosened his belt and pushed down his pants letting his hard cock spring from captivity. He pushed it between the mounds of her ass and leaned into her growling in her ear.
“Now, little mouse, you have to stay quiet or I can’t give you this cock. You will be quiet for me. Won’t you?” again posed more as a statement then a question.
“Yes Sir,” whimpered back Christine.
In one bold move, Mr. Dunn buried his stiff cock between Christine’s wet luscious pussy lips. This caused her to breathe in very quick and deep sending chills down her spine. She had longed for this moment since the last meeting and now she was getting what she asked for. He pulled her thick blond hair back with one hand and groped under her dress for her swollen nipple as he rocked into her. Soon the slaps of his body up against her could be heard in the hallway but no one was there to receive the noise.
Christine murmured under her breath many naughty words as she was fucked hard as she could stand. Mr. Dunn moaned and pushed into her over and over with such stamina that Christine was shocked. No other man had fucked her for so long and hard without cumming. One of her hands held her steady on the door while the other was reaching between her legs to stroke her clit and get the occasional touch of the cock that was fucking her pussy. The intensity of the moment causes another wave of orgasm to consume her. Her body trembles and this time she covers her own mouth.
Mr. Dunn noticed the trembling and he prepared to unload his built up seed. He pulled his cock from the precious wet cunt and began to jerk it until it sprayed stream after stream of his cum across her firm tight ass and narrow back. Christine’s body continued to spasm and her legs twitch as she felt the large load spray across her ass and back. She heard Mr. Dunn growl and twitch as he unloaded across her. As soon as he was finished her head was pulled back by her hair and the voice appeared in her ear once again.
“Get down there and clean me off now,” was whispered into her ear even as his hands were moving her body to obey his command.
She was pushed down and quickly began lapping at the gorgeous cock now covered with her juice and his cum. She licked and sucked it clean as ordered taking special care to gobble the last bit of cum dripping from the head. She glanced up at him from her kneeling position in the closet and looked for approval. She got a small nod from Mr. Dunn and a casual glance letting her know that it was time for her to return to the party. She stood and began to pull her breasts back into the dress and reached behind her to clean up his cum. His hand grabbed her wrist and she knew that his cum would stay and she would leave like that.
She looked up at him and murmured back softly, “Thank you Sir,” and kissed his cheek.
Christine slowly opened the door and slipped out into the hall to walk back to the party. She had a gentle smile on her face when she had a moment of realization about the whole event as she whispered, “That is why the dress is white.”
