Mr Tongue (6 page)

Sleeping like a rock, h
e got up Thursday mo
rning, in a chipper mood,
looking forward to the following night. He had two court appearances that day. Surprisingly, both went smoothly. He managed to get caught up on all of his work
by late afternoon so he left the office
. Then he went to the ban
k and deposited his
extra cash.

Not in the mood to fight with his ex-wife, he
dropped her alimony check in the mailbox outside the post office. His heart skipped a beat, when he started to get back into his car. In the vehicle parked next to his,
Sasha
sat
in the passenger seat. He recognized the driver as one of the judges that heard his cases on a regular basis. He could see the wedding ring on
Sasha
's hand.

Oh shit. If he finds out what I did with his wife he will make my life in court a living hell.

Looking over, t
he judge recognized him
and rolled his window down,
"Good afternoon, Matthew. No court appearances today?"

Swallowing, Matt croaked,
"Hello, How are you? I had t
wo court cases earlier, today,"

The judge said, "I'm great.
I just got back from a business trip so
I am taking my wife
out
to
dinner and
the opera."

Then he proceeded to introduce them. Matthew wondered if
Sasha
would tell her husband that they all ready knew each other
,
but then
she said, "Hi, nice to meet you, Matthew."

When her husband turned his
face away from her,
to say that they had to get going,
Sasha
winked. He waved at them as they drove off, then he sunk down into his car seat
and let out a sigh of relief
. His
career
had literally flashed before his eyes. It had never occurred to him, that
Sasha
might be
married to someone important. Now she knew his identity. He would have to be more careful with future clients.

The rest of the day went by quickly. He even managed to go to bed early by not turning on his computer
or TV that evening, waking
up Friday morning, with a huge hard on. He ignored it, wanting to sa
ve his stamina for that night
. The day
seemed to drag on at a snails pace
. He had one headache after another at work.

The computer system
went
down, and he lost one major client
that moved
their business to another state. By the time he left work that day, he
felt like skipping
the party that night. The lack of financial
funds
being
the only reason he decided to go. He needed the mon
ey to make it through
the month.

Cooking a frozen dinner in the microwave, he
ate before getting ready for that evening. He had stopped off at a costume shop on his way home. After deciding he would do a strip tease for the bride, he bought some
black leather
Velcro
pants
with an open crotch
.

Knowing he
would have to wear a g-string under them
, h
e had bought a silver
glittery one, p
ick
ing
out a
short sleeve
button up shirt from his closet
to wear over a tight t-shirt
.
Deciding
to dress in layers
so that
it would take longer
to get naked, adding more teasing to the event, hoping he could pull off a strip tease dance without embarrassing himself.
Taking a long shower, he hoped the party would be a stress reliever
, letting the water pour over his tense muscles until it ran cold.

Dressing
quickly,
he
stud
ied
himself in the mirror, hoping he didn’t cross
paths with any work colleagues
.
The pants
looked
so tight that
he figured they
would
probably
rip when
he got a hard on if not for the crotchless design.
He decided to wait until he got to
the party to
put on the final piece of his costume.

As he locked the door he glanced around, making sure he could slip into the garage without any
neighbors seeing his silly outfit. He hoped that he would not get pulled over by a cop on the way to the party.
Arriving at the party fifteen minutes early, he used the extra time to calm his nerves, by breathing slowly and deeply.

Waiting until the last possible moment, h
e put on
the
final piece of his outfit,
a black mask that only c
overed the area around his eyes,
"Now I look like a
Zorro
, im
personator
," he
mumbled as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

Hearing lots of female laughter inside the house as he walked toward the porch, he almost chickened out but had no choice but to ring the doorbell if he ever wanted to get out of debt.
A short
dark haired woman answered the door.

“
Hey g
irls! The entertainment is here,
"
she laughed,
grabb
ing
his arm and yank
ing
him
across the threshold before he could react
. A brief bolt of fear shot thr
o
u
gh
his body when he saw all the women.
Just glancing, he’d guess there were thirty or forty party guests.

When one
drunken
blond
suddenly yelled,
"
f
resh
m
eat
,
"
h
e tried
to back toward the door but instead bumped into a wall of horny female flash as they crowded him, groping his ass and crotch.

Pushing away from the handsy women, he found the one that had answered the door,
"Are you Cynthia?"

She shook her head and pointed out a slender
platinum
blonde across the room.
Right on cue, she turned to look at Matt, cocking an eyebrow as she gave him the once over. As she crossed the room, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth making him wonder if he really did look as ridiculous as he felt in the costume.

“Mr. Tongue I presume,” she yelled into his ear, trying to make herself heard over the bellowing laughter and voices.

Nodding, he glanced around, apparently looking intimidated by the extra partiers. Patting his arm, she assured him, “
I know there
are
more women here than I said there would be. I
promise that I
will pay extra
.
"

Still unsure, he let out a bewildered sigh, as he watched the crowd, barely noticing an Asian woman tap Cynthia on the shoulder and whisper in her ear. After a moment, the other woman walked away and he gave Cynthia a questioning look as a huge smile emerged on her face.

“The bride’s best friend flew here from
Japan
. She’s willing
to
match what I pay you. I can give you $5,000, so if she matches it…”

“Ten grand? For that you can
shave me from head to toe, and then
cover me in honey and feathers, for all I care,” h
e laughed.

“Sounds like a deal.
Wait five minutes then make your grand entrance," she said, point
ing
out the bride to be.

Glancing at the bachelorette, he thought
she
looke
d familiar but he couldn't place her.

Leaning toward the hostess, he asked,
"Can you put this cd
on to play w
hen you
’
r
e
ready for me?" She nodded her head,
walking back into the living room leaving him to
use the five minutes to stretch
and rehearse his dance moves
.

As
the music started blaring, he stepped into the room
, walking
over to the bride and sh
aking
his
ass in her face
. All the women squealed when he started unbuttoning his shirt. He found himself getting turned on by teasing them. When they saw the bulge in his
pants
growing, they
started chanting,

"Take it off!
Take it off!"

Thrusting
his
cock
closer
to the bride-to-be's face, he smiled as s
he squirmed in her seat. Matthew could see her hard nipples pressing against her shirt.
As he slid out of
his shirt
and tossed it to the side, a
ll the women yelled, "Woo Hoo, we want more!" He spun around and bent over.

Catching
a glimpse of two
women that he knew for sure, s
tanding in the corner
he saw
Jasmine
and Natalie. They smiled and waved. At least he knew who to thank, for referring him to this great paying job.
Turning
back around
, he
slowly ripped his
leather stripper pants off
. Then he grabbed the brides hand and rubbed it
down his chest to his groin, rocking
his pelvis against her.

Her eyes were filled with lust, as she rubbed his cock
through his
g-string.
As she
continued to massage his shaft as he danced for her. Several women moved behind him, running their fingers across his ass.

Matthew realized years of wet dreams were about to come true as
five of the women, including the bride, crowded around him, pushing him to the floor. They yanked his boots and socks off of him. Then began to kiss, lick and scratch him. Cynthia yelled, "Let
Shannon
remove his g-string. This party is for her." The bride to be grabbed the glittery fabric, and gave it a sharp pull. All the women squealed when his cock sprung free.

Some more women joined the attack
as
he lost count of how many mouths were in contact with his skin. He watched
Shannon
stand up and pull her sun dress over her head
, lowering
herself onto
his cock
. He groaned when she pushed her tight pussy all the way down his length. Several of the other women, started arguing over who
would
get to sit on his face first. Cynthia settled it by pulling up her skirt and lowering herself to his mouth.

Matthew soon forgot about the rest of the women as the
smell
of
sweet
pussy enticed his appetite. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he pulled Cynthia to his mouth, sliding his tongue between her wet swollen lips as
Shannon
began to ride
his
cock
very hard and fast. He groaned and flicked his tongue
faster
against Cynthia's
freshly shaven
nether lips.

She
sat
with her back to
Shannon
, so she could
lean over
and put her hands on the floor as
s
he rocked against his face.
N
otic
ing her thrashing about a lot, he
glanced toward her head
and saw that
Cynthia had her
face buried between another woman’s legs as she danced against her
.

Shannon
's pussy muscles tightened the grip on his cock
as he groaned in pleasure
. He thrust against her, matching her every move
as he darted
his tongue into Cynthia's
pussy, s
liding it in and out with the
same rhythm
.

As Cynthia
start
ed bucking and quivering, s
he cried out in pleasure and came on his face. He lapped up all of her sweet juices. She crawled off of him, and resume
d licking
the
other
wom
a
n. He looked up at
Shannon
. Her tits were bouncing wildly as she fucked him hard, going deeper with each stroke. She flung her head from side to side, making her sandy blonde hair cover her face.