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Master had invited his coworkers over for another dinner. This time, it was baked ziti and tomato basil soup. The apartment was in pretty good condition so I got the shopping done in time to swing by the salon to get my hair dyed a brighter blonde with red high lights. I also got my hair chemically straightened with a Brazilian blow out (and, seeing how these dinners usually go, I decided to get a normal Brazilian as well). I decided that went better with my maid outfit. It’s good to have some brightness to stand out against the black, even if there are white ruffles on the skirt. Even though I love bright eye makeup though, it just doesn’t go with the outfit, so I went with my usual smokey blackness. So a super bright dye job isn’t the least understandable thing in the world, and neither was the bright pink lip gloss. The ziti was in the in the oven and I was getting the soup ready when Master and the guys came pouring in. I was clopping over to the cutting board in my spiked heels to get started on the tomatoes when I heard Jared (one of Master’s coworkers) yell, “Baby girl, whatever you’re doing in there smells delicious!” “Jared honey, you’re too much!” I laughed. “Hey guys, dinner isn’t gonna be ready for maybe forty five more minutes so how about a round of drinks?” Master and his friends roared their general approval. As usual, Master got his martini first, and the rest of the crowd got their usual smattering of gin and tonics and Jack and Cokes. Of course there was lots of hugging and kissing as I served them. After all the time I spent here, it would be weird if they didn’t. David and Jared were particularly huggy. Jared even kissed me on the cheek. After everyone was served they all took their drinks out on the patio to talk business. Apparently, that was where they were eating today. When I was out running errands and going to the salon it had been gorgeous all day, and it still was. The sun was setting, the moon and the stars were crystal clear and everyone in our building and the one across from ours were out on their patios. As I served everyone I noticed a lot of the people in the building across from ours were having barbecues or drinking. They devoured dinner quickly and then came the rounds of drink after drink, and the heated arguments about things intelligible only to people bursa escort who spent years and a fortune in law school. They also started slapping my partially exposed, panty-covered ass when I turned from one guest to another and whistling. A part of me wondered if I should be concerned that this is happening at a deck table on a patio out in the open, with everyone in the building across the way doing stuff outside, but I didn’t dwell on it. Let the neighbors think whatever they want. It’s not like they never did kinky stuff outdoors either. On top of that, it made me kind of horny. I felt the cinch of the corset more acutely, and the underside of my breasts spilling over it. I don’t care if they’re implants, I swear they tingle sometimes. When I went out to top everyone off around eleven o’clock, Master pulled me onto his lap and covered me with boozy kisses and stroked my hair which was tied back in a ponytail. I cuddled my face into the crook of his neck and he undid my hair so he could run his hands through it. We were sharing his martini when Jared called out, “Hey baby girl, come here!” I glanced up at Master, even though I knew I didn’t have to. Rules were rules. So I clopped on over to the opposite side of the table where Jared was, his icy grey eyes taking in every nuance of my walk. I stopped a few inches in front of him, crossed my arms under my boobs and said, “What is it, hon?” His mouth curved in a slow smile as he ran his hands up my thighs, under my skirt. My clit started to swell, but he wasn’t touching it, which was strange. Normally he couldn’t keep his hands off it. “Baby girl, why don’t you have a seat on the table in front of me?” A breeze had started to pick up and I glanced at the building across from ours. On the patio directly across a couple was still having a barbecued dinner. The chill made me feel a little exposed, but I pushed Jared’s plate and his glass out of the way and obliged, my legs dangling off the edge. “Aren’t those heels murder?” he asked. “They can be, but I find breaks between serving drinks.” He wasn’t even listening to me. He had slipped off both heels, grabbed my nylon-clad feet and placed them between his thighs and started massaging them. The relief was so immediate that I had to lean back on my hands for support. “Does that feel good, bursa escort bayan sweety?” “Mmm hell yes…” This was almost unbearable. I’m something of a lightweight and the tiny bit of booze I had from Master’s martini combined with the massage were almost enough to conk me out altogether. “You have such beautiful feet darling,” Jared went on as he rubbed me. Without warning, he held my feet to his face and inhaled. I could sort of feel his tongue poking out, and then I noticed Zach, one of the guests, was sitting up on the table and unbuttoning my top from behind. While he was awkwardly fumbling with it the way guys always do one of our guests, David, yelled, “Alright honey, let’s see the fun bags!” When he managed to unhook my bra and took it away the relief was almost better than the foot massage. It was one less constricting device and there was just something delicious about sitting there, leaning against my arms, with my breasts bared to the night sky. The dinner guests whooped and cheered. There were a few camera flashes. Jared had dropped my feet against his chest. He was unbuttoning his shirt and fishing his swollen cock out of his fly. My feet had slid down his naked chest and were now resting on his thighs. “Mmm…baby girl, have you ever given a foot job?” He had shaken his pants off completely and his large balls and stiff, six inch cock were right between my feet. There was something kind of powerful about it. I just slid my left foot over his dick and stretched the nylon between my two biggest toes over his head as I pressed my heel against his balls. I could feel the tightness through the ball of my foot but I could tell what was really getting him off was what I was doing with my toes. I pressed as hard as I dared, pushing his cock against his chest as my toes stretched the nylon over his cock’s tip. I pressed his thigh into a more open position with my right foot while my left dug gently into his cock and balls. David called over to Master “Hey Alex, get the camera out, hand it to me!” meanwhile Jared’s left arm was drooping off of his chair and his head was leaning all the way back. I still felt a little exposed, though. I had never done anything like this outside. I anxiously rubbed my big toe across Jared’s thick, dripping head and when David stood up with escort bursa Master’s camera I grabbed his Jack and Coke, which was still mostly full, and downed the whole thing. The burn seemed to wake me up. I realized how still and tentative I was being, so I ran my foot upwards over Jared’s tanned six pack, his cock throbbing under the base of my toes as I moved my foot over his belly. I took some time to just rub him like that for a while, rubbing his cock back and forth across the entire length of my foot. He groaned and his eyes lidded with boozy pleasure as I ran my right foot over his belly and toward his chest. Then I felt Master’s familiar hand on my shoulder. “I brought you something, baby girl,” he said as he offered me a fresh Jack and Coke which I sucked down as promptly as the other one. As I guzzled it Master gently squeezed my right boob and twisted my nipple which made my giggle, spilling a little of the drink on my neck and tits. Jared was still moaning and I rubbed my right foot further up his chest toward his neck and he brought his head up again, grabbed my foot and placed it on his face. The sensation of his nose breathing through my toes set me on fire and I rubbed his cock with my left foot faster, but I couldn’t do it without pressing harder, which also set me off. I had never experienced anything quite like the feeling of that tense, hot, six inch power through my feet. Jared was biting the nylon and licking my right foot which intensified everything. I jacked him harder, almost shoving my foot into his groin, and all he did was moan and grunt. The power thrilled me so much that I pushed his face all the way back with my right foot, and ran my left all the way down to his balls, kneading his sack with the ball of my foot while rubbing his head with my big toe. I ran my other foot over his nose and lips and my toes actually slipped into his mouth and he bit down hard. The warm shock from it seemed to make me more aware of the camera so I arched my back and cupped my boobs in my hands. The night air seemed to make my nipples especially sensitive as I gently rubbed and tweaked them. Jared was still going crazy biting and sucking my toes, which made me feel both deliciously helpless, trapped in his mouth, while I was getting off on the feeling of his tense, throbbing, helpless manhood trapped under my left foot. Warmth was spreading from my chest across my entire body, and I impulsively ground the ball of my foot into his balls, as hard as I could, and thick spurts of jizz shot out of him, flying over his shoulder.

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