Sonntag, 22. Juni 2014

The Hostess

Written by Reshbod
Michelle glanced at the clock at the clock hanging in the kitchen and noticed it was getting later than she thought. She finished cleaning up from breakfast and was finally able to sit down and relax for a little while. She had just seen her husband of two months off two days before on a business trip for a week and a half and had the whole house to herself.

She didn't have to worry about anything until tomorrow, when her grandfather was going to come by and stay for a couple of nights. His house had been damaged during the last heavy rains, so grandfather and grandmother used the opportunity to go visit some old friends who lives about 300 miles away, but he came back early to "supervise" the repairs.

Also, he really didn't want to miss his monthly poker night with his buddies which she now had to host. To be honest, he told her he would cancel the game or meet at one of the other guys home; but she insisted that it was alright to hold it in hers. Now, she kind of wished she had listened to him and just spent a quiet night and maybe watch a movie.

As she sat down on the couch, she wondered if she had time to go to the gym. At twenty-two, she was just getting to the point she needed to work harder to keep looking good. Fortunately her family has good genes. In fact, many of her friends from college often told her that they found her grandfather to be quite sexy. While at first she found that bizarre, she eventually admitted to herself that if he were not her grandfather, she probably would think he was handsome as well. Most of his friends were also in decent shape though none were what you would call sexy any longer.

Now that she was married, she doesn't even think of other men anymore. With a great husband and hopefully some kids pretty soon, she had everything a young woman could want. Of course thinking about her absent husband caused her hand wander between her legs as she stretched out on the couch. With her grandfather coming, she knew this would likely be her only opportunity to "relieve" herself. As she massaged her closely trimmed pubic area, her heart began to beat a little faster. Spreading her legs she inserted her fingers into already wet pussy. Rubbing her clit, she began to feel the tingling spread over her body. Probing herself further she felt an orgasm begin to build. Rubbing faster and thrusting her hips she was lost and only living for the next few moments.

Just as she was about to cum, the sudden ring of the phone almost caused Michelle to jump off the couch. The mood broken, she sullenly walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" she breathlessly asked.

"Are you okay sweetie, did I interrupt something?" came her grandfather's rich baritone.

"No, I was just cleaning up the house in preparation for your card game tomorrow." she replied.

"Oh, honey, don't put yourself out, besides, we probably won't even play that long.""I want to, besides it will give me a chance to wear one of my cocktail dresses" she jokingly said.

"Really?" he replied. "Well, as long as it's not too revealing."

In mock surprise she said, "Just what exactly do you mean?"

"Just when we get together and there's a pretty girl around..."

"You think I'm pretty?" she innocently asked.

After a rather uncomfortable pause she added:

"I just want to be sure you have a nice evening, besides it gives me something to do and keep me off the streets." she laughed.

"As long as it's for a good cause, I'll see you in a few hours, love ya'"

"Love you too" and she hung up the phone

She tried to go back to what she was doing, but she kept picturing her grandfather, which she honestly found somewhat disturbing. So, she decided to take a cool shower and run to the store for snacks.

Her thick dark hair hung down just past her neck. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she must admit, she started looking forward to her grandfather and his friends coming over. It would be nice to be able to flirt again without any problems resulting. Her tan 5' 5' tight body was definitely appealing, but she believed her bubble butt to be her best asset. Her B-cups could definitely be called perky even though she really didn't have any cleavage unless she wore the right bra, even then, it wasn't quite what she would have liked. Looking in her closet, she found a nice black dress that while sexy, was not too flashy. She then pulled out some nice fishnet stockings and medium heeled shoes and placed them on cedar chest at the foot of the bed.

She had a very restless night and was unable to get much sleep. The next morning, she started to get everything set up for her grandfathers game. Making sure there was plenty of beer in the frig and snacks in the pantry she wondered if there was anything else she needed to do. She had just finished lunch when her grandfather arrived. They drank some wine and chatted. He updated her on his house repairs and she told him about what she'd been doing this morning..

"I'm looking forward to your game gramps, I have a nice dress picked out and everything." She informed him.

He looked at her like she was crazy, "You know, we wouldn't be offended if you had something better to do."

"I don't...besides, I can practice my entertaining." She smirked "Ok, I guess it'll be nice to have someone wait and serve us." he said smiling."Cool" she said

His friends typically started arriving for their game around three, so at two thirty she decided to get dressed. Fixing her hair putting on her stockings and shoes she looked at herself in the mirror and not only was she way over dressed, she found herself getting somewhat aroused. Walking out into the living room, her grandfather just stared.

"You're not really going to wear that, are you?" he asked.

Crestfallen, she replied "Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do, you are a lovely young woman, but this is strictly a casual get to..." he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Oh well...guess it's too late." He told her.

Walking to the door, she opened it. The older man standing there stood agape and looked her up and down several times. Before he could recover she spoke up, "Welcome sir, I am Michelle, I will be your hostess this afternoon...who may she say is calling?"

"I'm...Roger, is this the right..." he stuttered

"Please follow me Mr. Roger." She said.

Roger was the youngest of the group at 56 years old. He had thin grey hair and was rather slim except for a slight beer gut; though he kept in good enough shape to run half marathons.

Entering the living room with her stunned guest, she announced, "Mr. Roger." Seeing her grandfather, Roger relaxed, walked up and shook his hand, still unable to speak.

"You remember my granddaughter, Michelle?" whispering, but loud enough so she heard he added sounding a bit embarrassed "she insisted."

Getting back his composure he replied, giving her another long look, "I think she should insist more often."

We went through pretty much the same routine when James and Tim arrived. James had just hit 60 and still had most of his dark hair, though with a growing bald spot in back. Tim was short and stocky and had a perpetual disheveled and sweaty look.

When Richard showed up, he didn't miss a beat. "Well good afternoon 'Chelle" he said as he reached around and hugged her tightly. Lingering a bit longer than was comfortable, he only loosened his hold when she had to push him away. He was the shortest one of the group and quite pudgy, though not really fat. He did sport a comb-over which was hard to ignore. He was slightly shorter than she was but still had a commanding presence. He and her grandfather were both 76. Slipping out of character, she was the one speechless for a moment, until she heard her grandfather behind her.

"Come on in Rich, what would you like to have? The girl will be happy to take your order." Her grandfather told Richard

Looking her over again, he replied, "Just some tea for now; thanks." So far everyone was having just having tea, so she excused herself to brew some more.

Everyone was seated on the couch and chairs around her living room, casually chatting as she played her role of hostess. Bringing drinks when ready and some snacks, she found herself really having a nice time.

Her grandfather finally insisted that she have something, sit down and join them. She got herself some lemonade, sat in the available kitchen chair and joined the group. They talked some about their families, grandchildren, birding trips and golf. Soon the topic came to Michelle, what she'd been doing, how married life was treating her and if kids were in the near plans. Occasionally, while refreshing drinks, she notice them stare openly at her breasts which oddly made her slow down so they could get a good look. Part of her felt a little weird about it, but another part found it somewhat thrilling. They continued to talk and look for about an hour before the men were ready for some cards.

Playing several hands, she sat on the stool behind where her grandfather and Bill were sitting. James and Roger had a pretty good view of her legs, which she tried to obscure as best she could, but she did notice several leering glances. Seeing a few empty glasses, she went into the kitchen for the tea pitcher and went around filling them up again.

After a little over an hour, the men decided to take a break. Michelle went into the kitchen to prepare some more snacks and make more tea. Someone entered behind her and she turned around to look. Richard was standing there watching her. Putting on a smile, she asked, "Can I get you something?"

"Nope, just looking around, I really like your place and just wanted to see it all." He told her

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me." she said walking out the door. Everyone was standing talking, except James, who was just coming back from the bathroom.

"Would anyone like a tour of the house?" she asked.

Everyone nodded their head and answered positively. Then the phone rang. Her grandfather being closest to the phone answered it. It was her husband Jake, calling to let her know that he was back at his hotel after a full day of meetings. After talking for a few minutes her grandfather handed the phone to her.


Excusing herself she left the room and told Jake about her evening so far.

Feigning jealousy, he commented that if she was already entertaining a room full of men, after him being gone only a few days, then he should probably cut his trip short and come home.

"That might be a good idea," she answered, "you know how turned on I get from the smell of Ben Gay and long discussions about prostates." she quirked.

"Oh...ok, just make sure they leave something for me when I return." He said

"No worries, I'm sure there'll be plenty left over." She replied

After about ten more minutes they said their goodbyes and she went back out to her guests.

Entering the dining room, everyone suddenly got quiet and all eyes turned to her.

Slipping back into character, she asked, "Am she interrupting something?"

"No, nothing at all." Her grandfather replied

"We were just waiting for some drinks Miss," he said rather sternly.

"My apologies sirs; is their anything I can get you?" she said bowing her head submissively.

Going around the table, she got to her grandfather last. As she filled his glass she felt a hand on the back of her leg. Looking away from her grandfather, she saw it was Richard, who gave her a wink. She couldn't help but smile in return. Standing there a little longer than necessary she let him rub her leg, until he inched a bit too high. Walking away back towards her stool, she looked at her grandfather to see if he noticed. Fortunately he was buried in his hand. It had felt good to have someone touch her, besides, she was sure he got much more out of it than she did. When it was time for another short break, she took the men on a quick tour of her house. All were very impressed and liked what she had done with it.

As everyone was leaving the bedroom talking, Richard stayed behind and grabbed her arm then pulled her back in as the others descended the stairs.

"I apologize for earlier" he said.

"Think nothing of it..." she smiled.

He interrupted "No...I mean it, it's been a while and you are so beautiful...and with you letting us get a good look at your lovely breasts..." he told her

"That's fine," she said, "It didn't hurt anyone...I didn't realize my flirting was so obvious. I shouldn't have done it, it was mean." She then whispered, "though I did enjoy it." class=Section3>

She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He however turned and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She then surprised herself by not pushing him away from her, but actually kissed him back.

Breaking their embrace, she stood there breathless. Smiling, he left the room followed shortly by her as soon as she steadied herself.

Exiting the doorway, she heard a short cough, turned around and saw Tim standing by the doorway, staring at her intently.

Embarrassed at possibly being caught she tried to stammer something, but didn't know what to say.

He just walked up to her, lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which again she found herself returning. She soon felt his hands reach around and massage her butt cheeks. Losing herself she began grinding into him. Suddenly she was jerked back to reality when she heard her grandfather:

"What's taking you all so long?" he shouted

Pushing him away, she turned and went into her bedroom. Looking at the alarm clock on the night stand she saw that it was only 8:30. Catching her breath and changing her drenched panties; she headed back downstairs.

Going back out into the dining room; everyone was seated and the men looked like they were nearing the end of the game. Roger had most of the money on the table, Richard was almost out of money and Tim was out completely and was sitting on her stool eating some chips. Grandpa and James had a decent pile, but they had lost a good bit as well, with grandpa having a little more.

Michelle walked over to where Tim was and stood beside him.

"Would you like your stool back?" Tim asked Michelle

"No, that's OK." she said as she stood in front of him slightly to the left of his leg.

"Are you ok?" he inquired, "you look tense." He told her.

"Fine...just a bit tired" was all she could mutter.

He turned towards her, placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her in front of him and began rubbing her neck.

"You look like you could use some relaxation." He told her. "Thanks." She replied Leaning into Tim as he rubbed her shoulders, she thought about how wonderful his hands were on her body. Sighing blissfully as he kneaded her shoulder and back she realized his hands had begun to migrate towards her waist. Looking down to see a pair of hands gently rubbing her hips, inching the hem of her dress up very slowly.

Somewhat regaining her head, she looked around the room to see everyone's eyes were on her. She had expected her grandfather to intervene on her behalf, but he just sat there with a look of shock on his face.

Looking down again, she noticed that the hem was up past her waist and now her panties were visible to everyone. She took her hands and tried to lower her dress only to have Tim push her hands away and lift her dress even higher as she lost the will to try again.

She then heard the sound of chairs being pushed back from the table and heard the men get up and walk towards her and Tim.

Next, she felt Tim brush her hair from her neck and lightly start kissing her ear, slowly moving down to her shoulder. Closing her eyes she tried to push what was happening from her mind.

Forgetting where she was and who she was with, she realized a pair of hands were now massaging her firm breasts. Opening her eyes she saw Richard's comb-over as he became bolder and fondled her harder and harder.

She knew this had to stop. She turned to her grandfather who was transfixed on the action in front of him. The farther it went hotter she became. She felt the zipper on the back of her dress get pulled down and she looked around to look at Tim in the eye and tell him to stop what he was doing. As soon as she gazed into his suddenly youthful blue eyes she became transfixed and was unable or unwilling to say or do anything. As she looked, she felt Richard start to pull her dress down from her shoulders and then, before she realized it, she was standing there in her bra, nylons and panties.

Then in what seemed like an instant, she felt hands deftly pull down her panties and remove her bra. She found herself standing only in fishnet stockings in front of 5 much older men one rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck, one licking and sucking her breasts while another's hand was on her moist pussy massaging her lips and slowly inserting a finger up to what seemed to be the first knuckle. Finally, she felt another hand running up and down the length of her arm.

She looked at the hand rubbing her arm then took hold of it as the hand guided her off the stool and started pulling her. Before she knew it, her grandfather was leading her up to her bedroom with four horney old men in close pursuit. Walking beside him up the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the protrusion jutting out from his pants. Seeing that she had such an effect on him made her even more light headed. All she wanted to do was get his pants off of him and see what he had waiting for her.

Guiding her to the side of the bed, he sat her down, she inched back and lay down spreading her arms and legs as the men quickly undressed. Roger was the first one to climb on top of her. Glancing around the room all the men stood around her bed and with their cocks in various degrees of hardness. The mere sight almost made her cum without even being touched.

In her last coherent though she reached for the night stand and pulled out some condoms. Roger grabbed the box, flung them across the room and before she could protest he leaned in and kissed her hard. As he kissed her he roughly pawed at her breasts, pinching and squeezing as if there was no tomorrow.

"I promise, I won't cum inside, I promise." He told her

Then he suddenly he removed his hands to her disappointment; however, she soon realized he needed them to guide himself into her. She felt his cock stretching the opening of her pussy. As he slowly began inserting himself inside of her she immediately came. As he began to build up speed, she pushed her hips up to meet him.

As she felt a second orgasm begin to run through her extremely horny body, Roger began to push into her faster and faster until he neared completion. He pulled out and rolled over, "quick, suck me!" he cried. Quickly leaning up and over, she put him in her mouth and began fucking his dick until he emptied himself inside her waiting mouth. As he rolled off of the bed, she knew there was no stopping now. Not only had she cheated on her husband on her marriage bed, she still had 4 more men to fuck and at the moment, that is all she wanted.

When Roger got out of the way, Tim quickly, took his place.

He pushed himself in her sopping wet pussy. As he plumbed her depth, he was a lot less rushed and more gentle than Roger had been. However as he approached climax he withdrew, crawled over her and straddled on top of her chest and pushed his cock in her open mouth. Tasting her juices on Roger only made her hotter as she sucked away on his thick knob. After a relatively short time he made his deposit, which only made her suck harder. As he filled her mouth she wasn't able to swallow all of it and some did escape and drip down her cheek.

Before Roger was even off of her, she felt another stiff cock enter her. When Roger did move, she looked down and saw that it was James. She then noticed, out of her peripheral vision, a second man holding his dick in front of her face. Reaching up and grabbing it, she saw that it was attached to Richard. She immediately guided it into her mouth and began sucking hard. She realized now that as soon as she finished with these two men she still had one more to go and the most attractive of the bunch. Thinking of her grandfather soon to be fucking her gave her the most intensive orgasm of her life so far. She sucked and thrust harder in order to get them off so she could get to number 5. Lightly nibbling on Richards cock, he soon came in several quick spurts, which she was able to swallow without any overflow. Shortly after James pulled out, came on her belly and collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Looking around the room for her grandfather, she spotted him on a chair.

When James pushed himself away from her and off the bed, she saw her grandfather get up off the chair and look at her with an odd gleam in his eyes. She was scared and suddenly felt ashamed. She did notice his condom covered penis was rock hard as he quickly climbed on the bed beside her.

She tried to say something, but he quickly and roughly turned her over onto her stomach. Lifting her hips, he then pushed his cock against her very wet and lubricated asshole and began pushing into her as she tried to push him away.

"No, I can't...I've never done that!" Michelle screamed.

The denial only made her grandfather tighten his hold of her hips and slowly yet forcefully enter her virgin anus.

She responded with less than a half hearted attempt to prevent him from entering her. The further he pushed the more willing she became. Probing her deeper and deeper until he was all the way in she collapsed onto her arms and buried her face in a pillow.

She had a lost count on the number of orgasms that she had, but this one was without question the most intense yet. As his pace began to quicken, she could hear him breathing more and more heavily, until he pulled out, flipped her over on her back and began to enter her tired, yet hungry cunt.

Pushing on him so he couldn't enter, he looked at her questioningly. She reached down with her free hand, removed the condom then guided him into her waiting lips. Smiling, he pumped her with such force low grunts escaped from her with each thrust. When she was finally able to open her eyes he was staring down at her in pure lust, as she stared back at him meeting each thrust with her own as he rammed himself into her. Pumping harder and harder he was just about to reach his climax.

Grabbing his butt cheeks she held on for dear life, refusing to let go, no need to tell him to cum inside her or not, as if it would have made a difference. That was all it took for waves of her grandfathers semen to enter her canal. Thrusting into her with each spasm, her own orgasm grew into a wave that left her quivering and physically drained, unaware of where she was. Collapsing on top of her with his cock still inside, she could feel it slowly decrease in size and begin to withdraw. When it did fall out, a low, disappointed moan escaped her lips. He rolled over, grabbed her head and pushed it towards his mid section. After cleaning him up she went to work on it, hoping for some more, but it was spent for now.

While her grandfather recovered, the rest of the men were sitting on the bed watch her and fondling various parts of her body. We were all worn out and just stayed there for a while. After a few minutes, she asked.

"By the way, what were you guys talking about when she came back into the kitchen after the phone call?"

"Well sweetie," said grandfather, "we were talking about how lovely you look and Tim mentioned he was tempted to give you a little pinch."

Looking at Tim in mock anger who was presently caressing her upper thigh, simply smiled. Grandpa continued, "I told them that if they did anything that seemed inappropriate, you, being a good girl, would throw us all out of the house in a split second."

"Besides..." he continued, "I said, you were still a newlywed of not even 2 and a half months, and it's called a 7 year itch for a reason. Secondly, I said that you are my granddaughter and...that was when you came back in and we shut up quick." He explained.

Her cheeks flushed as a wave of embarrassment enveloped her.

"Well, guess you don't know me as well as you think you do." Michelle said

"Guess not...but I do plan on catching up," Grandfather said, stroking her hair.

After a few minutes, she got up, went to the bathroom sink and cleaned herself up a bit. She got a towel and washed off her face and wiped all the drying cum off her tits and running down her legs.

Walking back out, the men were getting dressed. She remained naked, no real reason to cover up now. Everyone was silent. Walking downstairs, we went back to the table, sat down and had some more tea.

"Well, sweetie?" her grandfather finally said.

Michelle looked over to him

"How'd you like to continue as our hostess every month?" he asked. "I don't think so" she said and immediately was met with five very disappointed stares.

"I don't think I can wait a full month for next time," she replied smiling.

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