Party Time

And let's not let it be said that I am not a generous sort. One more story, which might make you think those boring old holiday parties and outings. Sometimes it is all about what you wear!
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As Sophie turned off the shower she wondered where they were going tonight. Naked, she toweled dried her hair slowly. The brown curls now hanging well below her shoulders. Peter liked her hair longer.

As she blew her hair dry, brushing it with the rounded brush, she mused that in the year they had been together, much had changed. Her hair, her clothing and her day to day routines. Peter picked out her outfits. Sophie did not mind in the least. She was always sure he would like her dress, when he was the one to pick them out. Each night, while she was in the shower, he would select what she would be wearing the next day. Hung neatly on the back of the bathroom door. Ready for her in the morning. No more frantically trying on outfits and being too late to have breakfast.

As she finished drying her hair. She applied a bit of light make up, and her best red lipstick, she brushed her hair once more and then walked into their bedroom naked.

On the bed was a navy blue corset, with attached garters. The demi cups would hardly cover her nipples and the boning would accent her waist perfectly. The black silk stockings were lovely. Slowly Sophie put the ensemble on. She did not see a dress or anything hanging on the door so she sat down on the edge of the bed and waiting on Peter.

She did not wait long and he strode into the bed room, dressed in his tux. They were to go to a holiday benefit tonight. One of his clients had invited them. It was the kind of event which made her nervous. She much preferred the behind the scenes. That was why she liked her job in stats. She stayed hidden and crunched her numbers.

"Beautiful." he smiled as he looked her over. The look was rich with appreciation and ownership. Sophie acknowledged that that was what blazed in his eyes. Love but under the love, deepening the love was ownership. She was his.

"Come here."

Sophie hopped off the bed without question and walked across the room to him. She looked at him directly as she did so. The eye contact was intense. Him looking at her, with that look. Intense and compelling as she walked to him, step by step.

He looked down at his trousers and she saw the evidence of his desire. He was pleased with the corset. She felt shyly proud. Being shorter, she had never felt all that powerful in her appearance. Not confident. Now she was learning that she was very attractive.

She smiled and tried not to blush. She was half naked and he was fully dressed in his smart black tux.

"Cock, Sophie." was all he said and she stopped in front of him, kissed his lips and sank to her knees. Undid his belt and then his pants, struggling just a touch with the closure of his pants. Sliding his pants open and down slightly she took his cock into her mouth and stroked it with her tongue and lips. She placed her hands behind her back as Peter had instructed. He had done that slowly. Added and suggested rules and positions. Sophie had not noticed it at the time, but it was nice. Not worrying. He told her simply what pleased him. No guess work.

As she curled her tongue around his cock, and moved her head slowly and smoothly around the shaft, she relished the taste that was Peter. It mingled with the soap from his shower and the mint from her toothpaste, but the taste of Peter was there at the heart of it all.

She peaked up and saw him watching her. She knew her lips were bright red around his cock, from the lip stick. In counter point to her moonlight white skin.

His hands were in her hair now, lightly massaging her scalp as he began to guide the movement of her head. Pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Sophie liked the way the head of his cock rubbed against her soft palette. She moved her tongue smoothly along the shaft, as Peter began to guide her head and move his hips.

Peter was tall and therefore, Sophie could kneel in front of him and not be hunched, but her spine almost completely straight. She arched her back just a bit. Wanting closer to him.

She felt squirmy and she knew her naked pussy was wet and dripping. She could feel the moisture on her inner thighs. With no panties on she felt both warm like fire between her legs and the cool air. It combined to make her squirmy. Her pussy ached just a touch. She longed to have Peter's hands there too.

Peter touched her shoulder and stilled her squirming. His quiet reminder for her to focus on his cock. She sucked it in deeper and then moved her head back, tonguing the head of his cock, tracing the curved head and the valley at the tip. She tasted his cum on the tip. The salty and rich taste she adored. Proof that he was pleased with her efforts.

She continued her explorations with her tongue and alternated those with deep gasping swallows. She knew he was close. She could tell by the subtle tension in his limbs.

Abruptly he pulled away and began to stroke his cock, angling it towards her chest and the valley between her breasts.

Sophie looked down, thinking if he came on her breasts, it would ruin the corset.

"Eyes on me Sophie."

She tilted her head and met his gaze.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Peter." She whispered. Staring up at his eyes. They were brighter now. Lust mixing with the love and the ownership.

"Ask me for it, Sophie. Convince me you want my cum."

"Please Peter. I want your cum, always. I want to drink it down and savor every drop."

"Not this time my little cock slut. Tonight you will wear it."

And then he came on her upraised breasts and she felt the hot sticky cum, dripping slowly and elegantly down the tops of her breast and into the valley between them.

Still holding his cock Peter brought it to her lips, she opened her mouth and licked and kissed and noisily polished off the remaining few drops of cum.

Then he eased himself back, and knelt slightly, took his fingers and wrote his name across the tops of her breasts with drops of cum from the well between her breasts.

He stood, held his fingers to her mouth and she licked them, cleaning off the drops of cum there as well.

He helped her stand, massaged her breasts gently, enough so that the well of cum dripped down between her breasts and coated her tummy. It was sticky and cool now.

Then he helped her put on her dress. Brushed her hair until it was silky smooth again and handed her ,her wrap.

"Now Sophie, we are off. You look beautiful. Quick, touch up your lipstick, or people will wonder."

And out into the night he led her, her beautiful lacy corset showing just enough, over the bodice of the fitted evening gown, to make her wonder. Could people see his name, would it glow in the night? Under black lights at the dance club, she wondered.

Her pussy, wet and tingling, tickled, by the cool air as they stood on the street waiting on a cab. Peter's hand on her back and a proud smile upon his lips. She wanted to squirm, the tingling intensified by the knowledge.

By the knowledge that she was his.