Summer had moved through autumn. Long warm days, full of bright sunshine, had transitioned into cooler shorter days, full of pretty fall colours and then to winter. Bitingly cold, short days with the ever-present promise of frost and snow.

It was just fourteen more sleeps until Christmas day. The decorations were in the shops. The lights were strung along the streets and malls. The air full of cinnamon and spicy scents and everyone seemed to be playing holiday music as the excitement mounted.

Four months since my mouse like self entered Phoebe's treats, thinking I was applying for a part-time job at a delicatessen to supplement my college funds only to discover it was an upmarket sex boutique.

In that time, I'd discovered so much about my body, my needs and my desires. So many different ways to enjoy my breasts, my nipples, my pussy and even my ass.

I'd discovered sex toys, and the joy of beautiful lingerie, and above all else, I'd taken lovers: my work colleague and now my girlfriend, Annie, as well as my delicious roomie, Laura.

My world had changed so much and all for the better.

ooOOoo

Just before closing time, Phoebe, the boss lady, arrived at the boutique. I have to say she looked stunning in a figure-hugging gown and five-inch spike heels. Her hair was immaculate. Her jewellery sparkled in the store lights.

"Hi girls, I'm so glad it's our late closing night. I needed to chat with the three of you." She seemed to be humming with enormous inner energy.

Phoebe went on to explain that she had been at a mayoral reception hosted by the local chamber of commerce and that Mrs. van de Blau had approached her.

The van de Blaus were a family of long-standing and great wealth, pillars of the local community as the papers like to describe them.

Anyway, cutting a long story short, Mrs. van de Blau's daughter, Veronique, was hosting a private party at her family home, and she wanted some pretty young things to act as hostesses.

Mrs. van de Blau had the idea of asking Phoebe for a favour, could she hire us boutique girls for the evening. We would all be rewarded generously for our time.

Nobody ever declines the van de Blaus a favour. So it was agreed that Jenny would contact Veronique the following day to volunteer our services and ascertain precisely what was required.

ooOOoo

When we gathered at the store the next evening, Jenny had all the details.

It would be the last Saturday evening before Christmas and would start at eight o'clock, and it would run till the wee hours. It was a party for one hundred of Veronique's very special friends.

We would all receive five hundred dollars, and ideally, there should be at least five of us.

Straight forward enough, I hear you say, but of course, there was a catch. Where money is concerned, there is always a catch.

We would be required to wear lingerie. Sexy, high-end lingerie from the boutique and maybe some of the guests might ask us to be friendly. This group of friends was apparently of a friendly disposition and often entertained each other.

Although we could decline any proposition, we would still be paid for the evening.

Eventually, after much debate, we decided to accept the offer, Phoebe had been very good to us all, and we felt it was time to repay her love and support. Also, as my darling Annie put it, it might be a fun and naughty night.

We decided to ask Annie's sister, Sasha, to join the group, and I offered to ask Laura to join us.

ooOOoo

The following weekend I returned to Annie's flat accompanied by Laura. We were meeting Sasha for the first time. It seemed only proper that we were all comfortable with each other.

Annie opened the door and stepped forward to embrace me. She was clearly naked beneath her black silk robe. Her nips were tenting the fabric, and I could feel them against my swollen nubs as we kissed.

I introduced Laura, and they hugged. Laura was winking at me as she slid a hand under Annie's robe to caress her buttock.

Moving into the lounge, I found Sasha, Jenny and a gorgeous blonde girl with the brightest blue eyes and strong cheekbones. Unlike Annie and Sasha, she was still dressed. A khaki singlet top and lycra leggings. It was evident from her toned build that she was no stranger to the gym.

"Hi, I'm Tania, and this is my roomie Laura." I moved to hug Sasha, who was wearing a white robe that seemed to highlight her dark red hair.

She moved to hug back, her gown parting to reveal a flash of her milky white breast.

Jenny quickly hugged me giving the double kiss again, and then Sasha turned to the mystery girl,

"This is Katarina, my girlfriend."

More hugs and kisses and finally, everyone knew everyone, and we sat down as Annie poured us a glass of wine.

"So, I've spoken again with Veronique, and she has been a little more forthcoming about the party. It's a hedonist group that she helped found and twice a year they meet for a gala party where anything legal is permitted and even encouraged," explained Jenny.

A nervous giggle passed through our group before Jenny carried on.

"We will all have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, and you can expect to see some very well-known and powerful people there. Veronique has supplied six very fine gold mesh cloaks and gold spiked-heel shoes, which we will be expected to wear along with our choice of lingerie. Any questions?"

"So, this hedonism, any idea what that means?" this was Katarina.

"I believe it could be anything from touching to full-on intercourse," Jenny replied

"Okay, I'm game." Katarina was looking flushed as she voiced her consent.

Sasha turned to kiss her long and hard. "I knew you would be. This girl is always game when it comes to sex."

Annie stood and indicated several boxes from the boutique, let's sort out who wants to wear what."

"I've got you each a robe." Sasha indicated a pile of silk robes bearing the name of the cosmetic company she repped.

In moments Laura, Kat, Jenny and I were stripping off.

I sneaked a quick peek at Jenny and Katarina. Jenny was about my height, and my now experienced eye gauged her to be a 34C, almost olive-skinned with sizeable dark areola and black pubic hair trimmed tightly to her mound.

In contrast, Kat was pale-skinned but with a healthy tan. Full round breasts, 34D, her mouth-watering nipples were a pale blush colour, and her delicious looking pussy was waxed smooth.

"Does anybody have a particular look in mind?" Annie asked, holding up cellophane-wrapped packages.

"I would like a red body stocking," Kat said as she moved to explore the goodies.

It took a good thirty minutes of suggestion and counter suggestion, but in the end, we were all clutching our choices when Laura's voice rang out, "Well, let's try them out and see how we look."

The gowns came off, and as they did, any inhibitions that I might have had disappeared with each piece of clothing I shed.

Laura stepped forward and locked lips with Jenny, "I need to thank you for unchaining the mouse."

"The mouse?"

"Yes, Tan was so timid and bashful about sex, and you've opened her eyes, not to mention her legs," she giggled

"I think that was more Annie's doing," Jenny laughed, watching Annie and I embrace and rub nipples.

"Maybe, but it's you, I'm thanking." Laura's hand was massaging between Jenny's thighs. Her fingers were just grazing her pussy lips.

"Hey, you lot get comfortable, and Kat and I will get changed, then Tan and my horny little sis and finally Laura and Jenny," Sasha said as she waved to us all to sit before turning to Kat.

Sasha was so like Annie, same skin, same full pale breasts, but her red hair was a shade darker, and instead of a landing strip, she had a fiery red triangle of close-cropped hair around her pussy.

She had chosen a white lace bodice with long garter straps, white net stockings — the shelf of the bodice cupping, and offering up her milky white breasts.

Kat fastened the body and smoothed the stockings. She was kneeling to attach the garters. I noticed that she couldn't resist running her tongue against Sasha's full pouting pussy lips before slipping a white micro thong up her legs.

Then it was Kat's turn. A fire engine red body stocking in a beautiful mesh fabric that accentuated every swell and dip of her toned body.

I thought she looked amazing, but then she released her wheat blonde hair from its intricate braid and shook it out. It cascaded over her shoulders, and she went from amazing to breathtakingly stunning — a true Norse goddess.

Sasha took her hand and slowly and lovingly eyed her from tip to toe, "Kat, you are stunning."

They continued to hold hands as they approached Annie and me on the couch, "Your turn now, you horny bitches."

I withdrew my hand from Annie's robe; my fingers glistened with her juice. With slow deliberation, I carefully licked each finger clean before offering my hand to help her stand.

Sasha moved to grip my wrist. Quickly she dropped her head, and her warm mouth enveloped my thumb. "You'd missed a bit," she explained as she sucked my fingers.

Annie slowly unpacked another body stocking. This one was white with zig-zag seams sewn into the nylon. I slowly eased the sheer fabric over her feet before slowly drawing the suit up her long legs.

It took a few moments to tease it over her sweet ass. The open crotch highlighted her shiny pink slit beneath that bright red landing strip.

Once on, the final feature became apparent. It left her nipples bare and accessible. I gave each a long firm suck letting my teeth graze her nub until she mewed with pleasure.

Then it was my turn. I had chosen a black lace, shelf bra with matching French lace knickers — sheer black holdups with intricate red embroidery around the tops. Annie fastened my bra, and it barely covered my nipples. My breasts looked like eggs in a box.

I slipped into the knickers and unrolled the holdups before leaning forward for Annie to add the final touch. With a small dab of lube, she popped a glossy black tail into my ass. The hair was hanging almost to my knees.

Laura applauded before crossing the room to kiss me, "Tan, you're a monster, a sweet, beautiful sexy monster."

Annie and I took our seats, and it was Laura and Jenny up next. Jenny had chosen sheer black stockings with red back seams, red and black thong panties and no bra, just glittery red and black nipple pasties.

Laura being Laura, had gone for broke. Jenny reached into the bag and produced a leather harness. Inch wide leather straps that wrapped around the body in a lattice pattern.

She was holding it out for Laura to step into before pulling it up over her breasts. It hid nothing. Laura's pussy and tits were there for all to see and touch.

Jenny quickly moved the side fasteners to ensure it was snug on Laura's flanks.

She looked amazing, flushed with excitement and desire. "Oh, I'm so fucking horny, I need to cum," Laura said as she mauled her full breasts and tugged at her nips.

"I'm sorry, I can't take her anywhere," I giggled.

"Well, it's a good job we have these then," laughed Jenny producing six sea-green dildos. "These are new to the market, and they call them the Trident because of the three prongs."

We all moved at once to take a dildo. Jenny produced a large pump bottle of lube and placed it upon the table.

"Hey, hold up everyone," Sasha called for quiet, "Outfits off first, can't ruin them before the party."

I'd never seen six girls strip off so quickly. I'd also never been with six naked girls before, outside of the girl's locker room that is and then it was strictly eyes to the floor.

In moments we were all naked and queueing for the pump bottle. Annie refilled our glasses, and then we resumed our seats. Six horny nude girls in a circle each clutching a dildo smeared in lube.

I looked around the circle at six flushed faces. We were all aroused and desperate for a cum.

Laura had gathered her robe and placed it underneath herself. Her long legs were splayed out before her as she eyed her trident with undisguised lust. She just sat there and twirled the longest prong against her pussy. She spun the handle between her fingers, the bulbous tip drilled against her pussy, "I used to be a majorette," she giggled

I looked down at my toy. Three prongs, obviously the longest was for my pussy, which left one for my ass and the third more curved one was for my clit. Oh, fuck, this was going to be good.

I wiped a little excess lube on to my finger and turned to Annie. My darling had turned to face me. One foot was on the floor, the other on the couch. It opened her pussy to my eyes.

I massaged that lube into her soft pink folds; Just getting her prepped.

Her juices were flowing freely and quickly mixed with the lube, and soon her entire mound was slick. From her landing strip down between her ass cheeks, the lube glistened in the light.

I raised my leg to mirror her position and groaned aloud as her fingers slipped between my folds. I bucked my hips in desire as her fingers skirted around my clit. Teasingly close to my love button but never quite touching it.

Our eyes met and held. We were ready to push our boundaries once more, to do to it before an audience. My heart was pounding as I looked around the circle.

Laura and Jenny sat side by side on the opposite couch. Both had a dildo buried deep in their cunts.

Sasha and Kat were kneeling on the floor. Sasha had a hold of Kat's long blonde hair and was holding her in place as she worked the anal prong into Kat's ass. Kat was bucking her ass high into the air, trying to take more of the silicon prong into her ass, but Sasha was teasing.

Swiftly she delivered two firm swats to Kat's ass cheek. A red handprint immediately appeared on the pale skin, "Patience my love, Patience or else!"

My eyes returned to my love, my Annie; we were ready. No words were necessary. Slowly she eased the dildo between her glistening cunt lips, her mouth open to mimic her cunt as she sighed in pleasure.

My turn, I was so wet. My cunt split open like an overripe peach as I pushed the dildo into me. Rivulets of cum trickled down between my cheeks. My voice added to the moans of pleasure that now filled the room.

Annie was engrossed in filling her cunt. Slowly pushing and pulling the sea-green phallus between her swollen lips. I watched in delight as she gradually worked the second prong against her ass. My finger, shiny with my juices, slipped between her cheeks to caress and lube her pucker. Slowly I pressed against her ass until my slick finger slipped inside.

"OOH Fuck Tan." Annie wriggled her cute little ass while riding my finger. When I was satisfied that she was ready, I withdrew my finger. Annie, who loved anal pleasure, soon replaced it with the dildo, and the second head slipped home.

Now that I had become adept at plugging my ass, it didn't take long before my ass was also filled. Just rocking the trident's handle allowed me to fuck both orifices at once.

Time became nothing, and reality lost all meaning. Pleasure became everything. Our senses now overwhelmed with pleasure. Have you ever been in a room with six slick wet cunts being fucked or six slick asses being filled? Six women orgasming were giving voice to their release. It was mind-blowing. It multiplied the physical pleasure.

Eventually, the moaning, the groaning and yes, even the screaming petered out as our bodies became over sensitised and could take no more. A strange stillness came over the room.

Laura and Jenny were in each other's arms and wrapped in a throw on the couch. Annie and I cuddled up on the second couch whilst Sasha and Kat were spooning on the floor and sleeping the sleep of the vigorously fucked.

Intent as I had been on Annie and myself, I would have needed to be deaf and blind not to notice how athletically Sasha and Kat fucked. Clearly, with a deep-felt love but also with animal ferocity.

Annie stirred first. She needed to pee and returned with a glass of chilled water fresh sheets and bedding. Our couch pulled out into a bed, and we quickly made it up for Jenny and Laura, who had gone from total strangers to complete fuck buddies in the course of the evening.

Then we shook Sasha and Kat.

All six of us hugged and kissed before retiring to our beds. The following morning there was no awkwardness or embarrassment.

Annie and I went to the kitchen to make coffee. Jenny was riding Laura's face as we passed through the lounge. As we came back with the coffee, they were in a vigorous sixty-nine.

Annie and I giggled as we took a bare ass each and delivered a sharp slap. "Hussies," we shouted before scampering back to bed with our drinks.

ooOOoo

We had all stayed at Annie's the night before the party. Naturally, Annie and I shared her bed; Kat was in with Sasha and Jenny and Laura seemed more than happy to share the couch.

Around one am, I had slipped out of bed for a pee and heard moaning and grunting from the lounge, tiptoeing naked to the doorway I had seen Laura and Jenny fucking each other with a double dildo. Laying legs entwined their cunts joined by a thick back dildo. Only about five inches of the dildo was visible, so between them, they had taken the other twelve inches into their needy pussies.

Quickly I moved back to the bed and shook Annie awake. Soon we were both peering around the doorway watching our friends fuck. Clearly, this was not their first rodeo together. Their rhythm and synchronisation were terrific.

My hand had moved between my legs, my fingers dipping deep into my honey pot. Annie's moaning confirmed that she was fingering herself too. Suddenly a hand was in my hair gripping tight. I opened my mouth to squeal in protest, but immediately a pair of panties were thrust between my teeth.

"Sssssh, don't disturb the show," Sasha's voice whispered in my ear.

It was then I felt something between my legs, brushing against my cunt lips. It was cool and firm. The hand in my hair pushed my head forward, and I started to bend from the waist. A barefoot kicked my legs apart.

Sasha's fingers were probing my cunt lips, teasing my wet folds apart, and then I was being filled. Slick knobby silicon was being pushed firmly into my aching pussy, and oh fuck was there a lot of it.

I stretched up on my toes to accept it all. I groaned into my sodden gag, tasting the spicy cum of their owner. My head held fast, my cunt impaled on a large fat dildo, I barely managed to move my eyes sideways.

Kat had her hand in Annie's hair. Annie was bent forward, strawberry patterned panties hanging from her mouth. I couldn't see Kat, but Annie was rocking in time to the hard fucking she was receiving.

I reached out, one hand to the door frame for support the other hand found Annie's hand. I clutched my love's hand as her sister fucked me senseless. My heart was racing, and my legs were weakening.

Eventually, Laura and Jenny exploded. Their cries were loud as they drove their dildo home. I could see how slick Jenny was. Her sweat was blending with the thick cum leaking from her cunt.

Slowly they moved apart and pulled the thick-ribbed dildo from their cunts. It was then that they became aware of Annie and me, bent over in the doorway, getting a long hard fucking from behind.

Honestly, their eyes were out on stalks, as the saying goes.

"Here, quickly," Kat ordered. Laura and Jenny crawled across the floor.

As one Sasha and Kat forced us to our knees, as the fucking continued. Laura edged further forward, her sloppy fragrant cunt now inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted. Sasha did too. She pushed my head down between Laura's thighs

"Clean her, Bitch"

Laura tugged the panties free, and I took a long deep breath, revelling in the rich smell of Laura's cunt. I buried my face and ran my tongue along the folds of her cunt. Thick strands of cum coated my face and stuck to my tongue.

I licked and licked until Laura was clean. I had her cum in my hair, my eyes, and my mouth and oh fuck, did it feel good.

I heard a familiar scream that heralds Annie's orgasms. A high keening wail like a bird of prey.

Then everything became distant, surreal, almost as my mind detached from my body as my own huge wet cum hit and hit hard.

Yet again, I regained my senses to find a naked girl sponging me down with a warm washcloth. This time it was Kat. Her muscles were rippling as she worked. I looked across to see Sasha loving cleaning her sister.

Annie's usually pale pink cunt was flushed and red from the hard fucking that Kat had given her. She was still holding my hand. We were still holding hands as Kat and Sasha gathered us up into their arms and carried us back to bed.

It was one o'clock before we woke up. Jenny and Laura were gently shaking us awake and offering large mugs of strong black coffee and warm pastries.

A giggling Laura was explaining how Jenny had fetched them from the local baker whilst wearing nothing but her sneakers and mac with a bejewelled plug in her ass.

Annie and I took quick showers before dressing and then we walked the two blocks to Kat's gym. A favour from a friend got us all guest passes, and we spent a couple of hours in the steam room and sauna before heading back to the apartment.

The next few hours were a giant pampering session. We spread large bath sheets around the lounge before stripping off and settling in our now familiar and comfortable circle. We had face packs, clay body masks, moisturiser by the pint and then manicures and pedicures.

It was a wonderfully intimate experience. The heating was high, and Sasha had found some Christmas scented candles and seasonal music.

The skies were darkening, and the temperature was dropping, but we were safe and cosy in each other's arms.

We all applied a face mask and then took turns to lay in the centre of the circle, at which point everyone else would shave you and pamper you from tip to toe.

By six o'clock, we were ready. Everyone had eaten a light snack and drank plenty of water. No alcohol as we wanted clear heads for the evening. Hair was done, make-up was applied; all that we had left to do was put on our outfits.

We dressed one at a time — everyone making sure that we each looked our very best.

Seven-thirty and the limo was due. We all gathered in the lounge and took several group pics before slipping overcoats on over our outfits.

The limo purred through the downtown traffic before passing on into the countryside. Thick flakes of snow were starting to fall from the dark night sky and stick to the car windows. Eventually, the car swept up a long-gravelled drive before coming to a halt at the base of wide, steep steps.

Genuine gas lanterns illuminated enormous double doors. The yellow light flickered against the glossy black paint of the doors. We exited the limo and moved up the stairs — a strong gust of wind blew a swirl of snowflakes around us.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I clutched hold of Annie and hugged her close to myself.

"Tan, are you scared?"

"No, just cold," I fibbed

"I have your back love," my darling knew me too well.

The door swung open, surprisingly quietly and smoothly. I guess I was expecting a loud groaning squeak and some Lurch type butler, but instead, it was Veronique de Blau herself.

A thirty-something woman in a plain black business suit took our coats as we stood before Veronique in our outfits for her inspection and hopefully, her approval.

Veronique was in a long black kimono, obviously pure silk and very expensive. Her blonde hair curled into an elaborate topknot before cascading down her back.

Her hands floated around us, a touch to Kat's hair, a stroke to jenny's thigh, a definite and lingering tweak of Laura's exposed nipple, a tug on my tail.

"Excellent, amazing; you all look stunning. I am most pleased."

The assistant moved forward at some unspoken instruction, "Nellie will show you where to go and explain your duties whilst I must change. Again, I am very pleased."

Nellie leads us into the grand hall. Grand was an understatement; it was bigger than the Uni gymnasium with a huge ornate high ceiling from which hung massive crystal chandeliers. Large gilt-framed oil paintings filled the walls whilst enormous arrangements of winter flowers interspersed with garlands of holly and berries decorated the walls.

At the far end, an enormous fireplace dominated. Massive crackling logs were glowing deep red and gave off an amazingly rich aroma of pine.

Whilst most of the floor space was clear, tables and chairs ringed the room with discretely placed sofas and chaise lounges interspersed here and there. Nellie pointed out the exit to the caterer's area. It was carefully hidden behind ornate screens.

We would be able to collect trays of drinks and food without being seen and then appear magically amongst the guests. The caterers were strictly forbidden from accessing the hall or any area where they could see guests.

We then had to read and sign the disclosure agreement. It forbade us from repeating anything or naming anyone that we might see during the evening. It also had a disclaimer that we were all an adult age and willingly working at the ball.

Our outfits looked terrific, and the golden cloaks were of fine silk. They weighed nothing literally and moved with a swish as we walked.

I must make a full disclosure here; my heart was racing as eight o'clock approached. I was scared but excited. Eager for the start and yet dreading the moment. Does that all sound silly and confusing. One thing was for sure as I surveyed our group; I was feeling incredibly horny. I can't say if it was the occasion, the breeze through my crotchless French knickers or the tail inserted in my ass, but my pussy was simmering with need.

"Okay, eight o'clock," Nellie stated.

A bugle a real fucking bugle then played a fanfare and the doors to the hall swung open and in swarmed the guests.

All the men were in black tie whilst the women were in ball gowns, richly embroidered gowns, all silk and taffeta. It was like going back in time to a Viennese ball.

There was no live orchestra. Instead, waltz music was piped in through multiple speakers around the room. I guessed this was to reduce the number of outsiders present.

We started to circulate amongst the guests. Champagne and canapes were the order of the day.

Caviar, foie gras, smoked salmon and many other dishes that I couldn't identify were what we served

Gradually the eating slowed down, but the drinking kept going apace. Tray after tray of champagne flutes were distributed around the room.

People danced, and people chatted. The room was filled with laughter and conversation, but apart from a few people in one corner sharing a little white powder, it could have been a ball anywhere.

It was as I was serving a well-known actress and her partner (the media would kill to know she was a lesbian) that Veronique appeared by the fireplace and the bugle sounded again.

"Everyone, a moment please," such a cavernous room, and yet her voice held such command that everyone fell silent.

"It is almost midnight, and you all know what that means; we have drunk, and we have eaten. Now when the hour strikes, we will play. Ad Libitum."

The entire room raised their glasses in a toast.

The bugle sounded once more, and the sounds of a clock striking midnight filled the room.

The guests split apart.

All the men moved in a line one side of the hall whilst the women took the other.

"Ad Libitum!" Glasses were held high as the two sides shouted as they toasted each other.

As one, the women took a pace forward and tugged on their gowns. Those amazingly intricate gowns just fell apart and dropped to the floor.

Now all the women were to some extent naked.

Heels yes, stockings yes, some had a thong panty, but all were bare-breasted, and many bare lipped too.

The men followed suit. I guess their suits had been made like strippers' outfits.

They stepped forward and tugged and just as the gowns had fallen apart, so did the suits.

Now all the men were in G strings, slight little leather strings and pouches.

The men bowed deeply.

The women curtsied.

It was all so formal and yet bizarre with everyone being near-naked.

Nellie appeared beside me, "Please tell your friends to remove their cloaks and then gather all the discarded clothes. Every outfit is labelled, and there are corresponding baskets outside."

We shed our cloaks and set about gathering the discarded clothes.

Now, this was the party I had been expecting. That well-known actress was now laying reclined on a table. Her raven-haired partner kneeling between her thighs was peeling down her golden thong and teasing her thighs with her tongue and teeth.

"Excuse me, yes, you the girl with the tail."

I turned towards the couple.

"Me?" I queried

"Yes, take her feet and hold her legs for me."

I moved to stand behind the woman and took hold of her lover's ankles.

From my elevated position, I could see how pink and wet her cunt had become — strings of cum coating her smooth mound and thighs.

A long keening moan emanated from the actress's mouth as her partner slipped first one, then two fingers deep inside her slick cunt.

Those two fingers stretched and scissored her cunt, slowly opening it ever wider.

Raven hair paused her cunt tonguing to look at me, "Her toes, suck her toes, please."

Ms. X, as I will call her, was wearing nude micro net thigh highs, her toe nails a pale shell pink. I pulled her foot towards my mouth, noting as I did so how it caused her thighs to clamp around her lover's head.

The net was rough against my face and then my tongue, but as I started to suck, my saliva softened the fabric. Her feet were soft and fresh. A faint hint of peppermint tickled my tongue. The harder I sucked, the more she pushed her foot towards me.

I paused to pull her stocking from her toes, allowing me to spread them wider. My other hand was massaging the ball of her foot. After a few minutes, I swapped feet.

Her moaning had become louder, her writhing on the table more uncontrolled.

Her lover was very roughly fucking her with three, maybe four fingers deep inside her cunt.

As I started to suck and bite her second foot, her orgasm hit. Arching up from the table, she screamed in release. Gently I released my hold on her feet and allowed her to lower them to the floor.

Placing two glasses of champagne beside them on the table, I picked up my tray and moved on. Moving between two tables, I was confronted by what had to be a pair of sisters, if not twin sisters.

Their dark ebony skin was glossy with perspiration. They were bent forward over a table from opposite sides. Face to face hands entwined; they were both being fucked and fucked hard by a pair of heavily muscled and bald-headed men. As I watched, they started to kiss.

The music was still playing, but all you could hear was the moaning and groaning of rutting couples. I looked around the room, and I could see women eating cunt, men sucking cock. Couples were fucking, and some singletons were wanking.

I slipped a hand inside my panties. Despite being open-legged, allowing the warm air of the room to caress my cunt, I was wet. Really squidgy dripping wet. I picked up a discarded napkin, it was fine Egyptian cotton and of a very high thread count.

Quickly I folded it over and wiped between my legs. It glistened with my juices, a mix of cum and lube from when I inserted my tail.

"Oh, Lovely," a tall willowy brunette swept forward and snatched the napkin from my hand. After profoundly inhaling my scent from the starched white cloth, she licked it long and hard right through the thickest of my secretions before slipping it into her mouth and sucking.

"Please sit on the table."

I looked at the polished walnut and felt my cunt contract. I hopped up and took a seat.

The brunette, whose face was vaguely familiar, dropped to her knees and started to lash my cunt lips with her tongue. It was not going to take long, and when she sucked in my clit, I felt two things; Her tongue stud and her hand tugging on my tail, stretching my pucker.

My screams were lost in the noise of the room, but my cum hit the woman dead centre. Her delicate cheekbones and nose now slick with my juices. Without another word, she stood and wiped her face with the napkin before dabbing it against my cunt and walking off.

It was as I stood to resume my duties that I realised that I'd just had my cunt eaten by the transport minister.

I slipped behind the screen to get more drinks from the service area and found Laura and Jenny.

Both were now completely naked, a fine sheen of sweat and smudged make-up testified to how busy they had been. Judging by their excited giggling state, they had been tasting the champagne.

Laura explained that they had been borrowed by a group of women who had given them a firm spanking before fucking them senseless with the candles from their table. Just to confirm their story, both showed me butt cheeks reddened with multiple handprints and little droplets of white wax.

They had, in return, spent some while eating out their mistresses.

We all replenished our trays and headed out to make another round of the hall.

A loud chorus of clapping and cheering erupted as we made our way over towards the fireplace and the giant Christmas tree to see the cause. In front of the tree, we found a ring of naked women, including Sasha, Annie and Kat. All were playing some kind of game with giant candy canes.

I think the theory was that you took a card and had to try not to cum whilst one of the serving girls tried their hardest to fuck you to orgasm with the giant cane for the time shown on the card.

Judging by the number of smiling contestants, the cums were flowing, and nobody minded losing.

We arrived just in time to see a well-known political correspondent from network news surrender to a powerful cunt fucking from Kat. Kat slowly withdrew the slick peppermint stick, and a gush of girl cum flowed out with it.

The green stripes were blurry and from all the cunts that had licked them and Kat turned to give us a broad smile before licking it clean.

The correspondent stood on shaky legs and her partner; a hunky war reporter stepped forward to guide her to a nearby table. Instead of sitting, she leant across the table, offering herself to her partner, who wasted no time in filling her cum smeared ass with his cock and fucking her second hole.

Eventually, the energy within the room ran down. People started to decline further drinks, and fucking turned to kisses and cuddling.

Nellie appeared, still dressed as if in a business meeting and told us that our services were no longer required and that the limo was outside to take us home.

Veronique van de Blau was waiting for us in the lobby.

Naked as the day she was born bar a pair of elegant spike-heeled boots. I could see bite marks on her breasts and her thighs were smeared with cum.

We were each presented with a thick envelope and kissed on either cheek.

"I cannot explain how pleased I have been with your services tonight. If I may, I will contact you for our next gathering, and please tell Phoebe that she will not be forgotten. Now your ride awaits and Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," we chorused, "Merry Christmas, everyone."