Extract From "The Key Party"

 

The town's elite has gathered both old money and new in this most grand house that represented the Old South's disturbing past as well as its majestic present. I wonder what the owners of the house back in the 1860's would think of the new owner today. An African American man of considerable wealth and power now calls this place home. Word has it that it has been in his family for centuries considering that his forefathers were once slaves here owned by the then occupants.

That was the Old South. Benjamin Watkins represents the New South.

The elegance and the grace of the occasion almost made you forget what we were all here to do. Oh yes, this was a social party to be sure. But this one is quite different. This is one that the little people don't know about. They won't read about it in society pages. Nor will they hear idle gossip about who was here and doing what with whom.

Another deliciously handsome young man approaches us and offers to take my cape. Without saying a word I slipped it off and handed it over to him as I looked into his innocent deer-like eyes. Such a nice young man. Probably a student at one of the local colleges like so many of the others. All looking to make tips from the guests and earn praise and a good reference from Benjamin, the maker and breaker of many futures.

With that business done, yet another polished young man approaches my husband with a giant punch bowl with twelve other sets of car keys in it. My husband has the honor of placing the lucky thirteenth set inside along with the others. The young man bows graciously and thanks my husband for his cooperation.

We step into the entrance of the ballroom and pause as a footman with a melodious voice introduces us to the room, "The Honorable Judge Stephen Wells and Mrs. Stephen Wells."

A gentle smattering of applause fills the room as we approach the masses. It is quite a feeling being here on the arm of my husband with everyone looking at us with polite nods and greetings. My husband feels powerful and respected, and rightfully so. I smile and wave in both directions as I do my best as always to make my husband look in public.

Ever the gracious hosts, Benjamin and his wife India make their way over to us to greet their latest guests.

"Judge Wells, it is so good to see you again. And Mrs. Wells, it will be a particular delight to have you tonight," he said to us.

We smiled at the beautiful couple and Stephen extended his hand to Benjamin and thanked him for the kind invitation.

India turned to me and told me how much she admired the diamond necklace and earrings that I had chosen for tonight. I returned the compliment to her by asking her who made her stunning silk gown most likely produced especially for this evening.

I was glad to join the rest of the party on the floor for some dancing with Stephen. As we twirled around gracefully, we each glanced through the room wondering between ourselves who each of us would be paired up with that night.

I knew who Stephen wanted to be paired with. But he was hesitant to say who for fear that I might show some jealousy. He needn't have worried. Underneath my designer evening gown, I was almost wet with anticipation as to what elite cock would be penetrating me in just a short while. Since we were the last ones to arrive, we did not have to wonder for very long.

As Benjamin approached the microphone with the young man carrying the bowl of keys, a hush fell over the room. He made a short speech thanking everyone for participating tonight and reminded everyone that there were thirteen bedrooms for thirteen couples.

As was tradition at a key party, the husband drops his keys into the bowl and later each woman reaches into it and pulls out a set of keys. Whoever the keys belonged to would be her lover for the evening. And now it was time to see who each lady unknowingly would select.

As the young man walked around the room with the bowl, the women selected their keys and thereby the man they were going to fuck. By the time the bowl got to me, there was only one set of keys remaining. So much for choice as my fate had more or less already been decided for me. Would it be a good fortune or bad one, I wondered?

One by one, gentlemen stepped forward to lay claim to their prizes. Stephen kissed my cheek and left my side to go be with the one I knew that he wanted, Trudy Musgrove, the lovely and sexually insatiable wife of Gen. Robert Musgrove.

I glanced around the room to see which male would be approaching me, but saw no one. Each couple disappeared up the grand staircase to locate the room with the gentleman's name on it. Standing alone, I was almost embarrassed and puzzled at what to do next.

Shortly thereafter, one of the handsome young servants approached me and said, "Mrs. Wells, would you be so kind as to allow me to show you to your room? The gentleman whose keys you have drawn is waiting for you upstairs. He cocked his elbow out towards me and I grabbed his strong arm so that he could lead me to my uncertain future.

Who could this be? And why didn't he come and claim me as all of the other men did?

The young man stopped at a bedroom with no name on it. He knocked at the door to announce our presence. As I emerged from behind the door, my eyes were pleasantly surprised with the sight of Benjamin standing naked before us.

I must admit that there had been more than one fantasy that I had of a moment like this with Benjamin. Ever since I saw him without his shirt and in his tight little speedo at the club, I wondered how long his penis must be. Well, wonder no more, I now know how big it is!

"That'll be all, Wilson," he said to the servant. "But I want you to stand outside the door."

"Yes sir, Mr. Watkins," he acknowledged.

As the door closed behind me, Benjamin approached me and extended his hand. "Come now, I want you to get comfortable."

I smiled at him and took his hand as he led me over towards the bed. I tried not to stare at his enormous cock. It would be rude to do so. But he seemed to enjoy watching my eyes glance down towards his now swollen shaft. To show me that he noticed me looking at it, he flexed it and asked me, "So, do you like?"

"Oh yeah, Benjamin. I was so worried when everyone else had been claimed, but I hadn't. I did not know who I ended up with," I explained.

"You are an extraordinary woman, you know? I had Wilson make sure that you picked my keys. Are you disappointed?"

Flattered, I lowered my eyes and touched his chest and said, "Yes. You have made my wish come true."

He grabbed my hand and raised it to his mouth. He sweetly kissed my fingers before extending his rather long and wide tongue and wiggled it at me. "I hope you don't mind. I have always been told that I have a tremendous talent for eating pussy."