Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Four

Catrin

I am back at my apartment. I throw my keys on the table as I walk into the kitchen. I take the envelope that was given to us and look at what’s inside. It's our tip! I pull the money out and start counting it. $300!! “Mr. Muller, you’re a very generous man!” I say to myself as I put the money back in the envelope.

I walk to the fridge to make something to eat. Emma told me to eat lightly because I won't want to be full when there. So, I settle for a ham sandwich. Hopefully, there will be food there to snack on.

I look at the clock. It is now 15:25. Emma says she will be at my house at 16:00 so we can get ready together. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on and start to strip out of my clothes.

As I am in the shower letting the hot water hit the back of my neck, I start to rethink the day and my encounter with Mr. Muller. He seems to be a little bit older than me and closer to Emma’s age, yet I still found him to be an extremely attractive man. He is tall and has an athletic build. He has dark brown shaggy hair. I wouldn’t say it is long, but it isn’t exactly short either. Long enough to run your fingers through and be able to grab it I thought to myself. He has equally dark brown eyes that seem to be endless.

He checks every box in my dream man's look checklist. I giggle to myself knowing I just made that list to match his description.

I did find it weird how he made such long eye contact with me when we were introduced. It was slightly intimidating, and I had to look away, because I started to feel embarrassed and exposed.

On the way back both Emma and Mary wouldn’t say a word about what the event was. I thought Mary seemed particularly quiet on the way back, and so I didn’t press her. Emma just said that I need to be open-minded, and that she thinks this might be exactly what I need. I trust Emma with my life and know she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.

Once I finish shaving my armpits and legs, I turn the shower off and step out on the matt. I am in the bedroom looking through my wardrobe when I hear my front door open. It’s Emma. I gave her a key to my apartment about four years ago. She doesn’t knock, and just comes in. I hear her yell out for me, and I yell back that I am in the bedroom.

She has her hair done and light make-up on. She doesn’t need it though. She is dressed in an oversize t-shirt and jogging sweatpants. She walks into the bedroom and throws her dress and shoes she was carrying on the bed as she plops down.

“You know what you are going to wear?” She asks me as she watches me go through my wardrobe.

“No. Not yet. You haven’t given me any details about the event, and I don’t know exactly what to wear.” I say to her, and I keep searching for an outfit.

“You will want to wear something that shows off your curves and features. And something that is easily removable.” She comments with a smile. I roll my eyes. Is everything about s*x with her? She gets up and walks to my wardrobe to help in the search. I back off and let her do her magic. I start brushing and blowing drying my hair.

I still have my towel wrapped around me. I feel comfortable with Emma and know she won’t judge me. She has told me countless times that I am beautiful and have a nice body. I just smile and nod when she does. The insults are easier to accept than compliments.

“Oh, this is perfect!” She says with excitement, and she pulls out one of my summer dresses. I have never worn it. I bought it in hopes to wear on a date with a guy I was talking to, but the date was cancelled, and I haven’t heard from him since. So, I hung it up and forgot about it.

The dress is a mini-swing style dress with no sleeves. The fabric is a soft blue that compliments my hair and eyes. The material is light cotton that moves and sways when I walk. It has a deep V-neck cut that goes all the way to the elastic band that wraps directly under my breast. This makes my breast look bigger than what they are, and as it is hugging the tiniest part of my mid-section it gives me the appearance of having large swaying hips.

Emma then pulls out a pair of nude color pumps that give my legs a nice appearance, with the extra benefit of giving me a few inches to my height.

We chat about random things that have been happening in our lives as we normally do, as she does my makeup and styles my hair. When she finishes, she turns around to give me some privacy to put my dress on. Though I am comfortable with Emma, I am not comfortable enough to be seen naked by her. I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of black lace underwear. My sexy underwear I call them, as I usually wear cotton briefs.

I try to find a bra that I could wear that wouldn’t show but wasn’t having any luck. I carefully put the dress on as to not disturb my hair and makeup. As I pull the dress into place, the fabric in the chest area clings perfectly to my breast. Making me feel a bit better about not wearing a bra.

“I’m dressed. You can turn around now.” I tell Emma. She turns and stops in her tracts.

“You look absolutely stunning, Cat!” she tells me as she walks closer to me!

“With your help.” I say feeling my cheeks heat up. Why is it so hard to accept compliments?

“Nah, girl. This is all you.” She says as she points to the mirror for me to look at. As I am looking at myself in the mirror, I do a turn. I actually feel pretty, and for the first time I am looking forward to the party.

As I am putting on my pumps, Emma starts to undress. She is completely naked in front of me. She doesn’t care who sees her naked. She says this is the way we were born, and no one should be ashamed of their bodies. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

“No underwear?” I ask her. Not really shocked that she would go without.

“I won’t need them tonight anyways.” She says with a wink, as she puts on a mini, sleeveless nightdress. Her dress is a nice olive green that goes lovely with her skin and hair. She is stunning and she stands tall in her black pumps.

She looks at her phone and tells me that it is 17:00 and that we better get going.

Mr. Muller

After seeing the ladies out, I went to my room. I see Roxie glare at me as I walk past her without saying a word. I need to take a shower to get rid of my hard on.

I enter the bathroom and throw my shirt on the floor and unbutton my pants. Almost immediately my d**k springs out. I step into the shower and slowly start stroking myself as I think of Catrin lying naked on the tantra sofa. With my other hand, I softly massage the head of my d**k. I close my eyes and think about Catrin spreading her legs for me. Showing me her most intimate parts. I start to pump myself fast and hard. I feel the tingles start in my balls. I am close. As I continue the assault on myself, the tingles spread up my back. My balls tighten, and with a groan I c*m. As I open my eyes, I see the last bit of seamen go down the drain.

I finish my shower and give myself a clean shave. I also shave all the hair around my balls, giving it a nice smooth look and feel. I walk over to my closet and grab a plain black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I put my shoes on and head downstairs to start helping the staff prep everything.

I see that Robert is stocking up the bar and making sure that he has enough in the hidden storage compartment that is underneath the floor. He hates having to leave the bar during the night to stock up.

I see that the glass bowls have already been placed on the side lockers. I walk to the storage closet and grab a big box full of condoms. I start walking around and putting a hand full of condoms in the bowls. Once all the bowls were filled, I put the box back in the closet and grab the boxes of tissues to put out. Once I am done, I head back to the ballroom to see if I can be of any more assistance.

Everything was mostly done. I grab a bottle of water from behind the bar and sit and start chatting with Robert and a few of the security guards that are at the bar. We were in the middle of talking about Robert’s other job when the guess starts to arrive.

I look at the time and it is 17:00 on the dot. This is a usually a popular event and we can have anywhere between 50 to 150 guests at a time. Some people are regulars and come every Sunday, while some come every other week. We do have an entry charge, but most people say it is worth every penny. There are not many accommodations that allow for large orgies, while providing a safe environment.

All new guests are made to read the house rules. They need to sign that they fully understand the rules set out, and if they break the rules, they will be giving a warning or be asked to leave. Depending on the severity of the rule they break, they may even be banned from the premises. Safety is my major concern when I decided to host this event.

Casey and Mike, who are our regulars, walk up to the bar and order their drink. They both walk up to me to give a kiss on the lips. I happily kiss them both back. I always found them to be a cute couple and to be the perfect guests. I often join them throughout the night.

More people start to arrive, making the security team take their places to patrol the floors. Robert is behind the bar working away, and I see the waiting staff take their places with their trays of premade drinks. I excuse myself from the group of people who I have been talking to. I tend to walk around the ballroom every now and again to make sure everyone is having fun, and that the staff are doing their jobs correctly. I am the host after all.

It is now roughly 18:00 and I have yet to spot Catrin. I hope she didn’t change her mind about coming. I have been staying in eyesight of the entrance, and only participating in light necking as to not miss her. Just as I was about to go grab another drink, I see her and her colleague walk in.

She is stunning. My chub starts to turn into a full erection. I adjust myself so it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Not taking my eyes off from her, I walk to the bar and sit down to watch.

She looks absolutely shocked at what she is seeing. I can see her processing exactly what this event is now. I wait to see if she will stay or if she will run.