Annie met Mal at seven sharp, and he quickly left the front of the hotel behind them. He drove to the same warehouse parking lot that they had parked in the night before.
"Why here, Mal? I thought we were going to party."
But Annie knew full well why they had returned to this particular parking lot. Mal had turned to face her and she'd seen the look in his eyes. He wanted a going away present.
"You're going to the party. I'm not invited. Sorry, I'm sorrier than you can imagine."
"In that case, I don't think I want to go. It's weird, with me a single woman going to a party and with no ride back. I'm not comfortable with it. "
A pregnant silence filled the cab.
"Talk to me, Mal."
"Look, the Cloninger's -- they're good people. I know them. They'll treat you good and will provide a ride back to the hotel. That I guarantee."
"Guarantees mean nothing these days, and you know it," she replied brusquely. He didn't reply, but opened his door, and joined her in the backseat.
"Looking for a free sample, Mal?" The eagerness in her tone told him she wanted him as much as he her. But Mal was accustomed to playing games, and replied.
"Well, I thought that . . . maybe you'd blow me . . . you know, for old times sake."
"Old time's . . . Christ, Mal, we only met last night."
Annie felt herself growing wet at his close proximity.
"Show it to me," she said, her voice already husky with sensuality. "If it's big enough I'll bite, if not, I'll throw it back."
He looked at her, trying to understand where she was coming from, then decided he had been right in his initial assessment. He took out his dick and displayed his erection to her.
"Nice cock," she purred.
"Then suck it," Mal hissed excitedly, and reached up to press down on Annie's shoulders.
Annie scampered to her knees, as Mal urged her face toward his throbbing penis. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she moaned with unbridled pleasure and opened her mouth to engulf him.
"Aaah," he sighed, and gave himself over to her talented tongue; opening his eyes briefly to peek at her mouth as it stretched to accommodate his cock; watching with fascination as it slid in and out of her tightly sealed lips.
Then it was Annie's turn to peek as Mal worked her head back and forth with his hands. She saw his saliva-coated cock as it came out of her mouth and listened with unbridled glee to the soft sucking pop that came when she removed it from between her lips.
"Can I suck cock, or what, baby?"
"Oh, yeah, that's it baby, suck my cock! God, you sure can suck cock, baby!"
The nasty repartee took its toll on Annie, and she took his balls in her hands, studied them for a moment; and then began to suck on one while caressing the other.
"Suck me off!" He cried, knowing that time was short. He had to get her delivered to the Cloninger's before the orgy started.
Annie took hold of him and began to pump him furiously while at the same time wildly tonguing his knobby tip.
'He's going to cum," she told herself. I'd better swallow, or the dumb fuck will cum on my dress.'
"That's it... that's it," Mal hissed as he pushed forward, and pulled her head toward his shaft. "Aaaahhh!" he groaned, "Here I cum!"
Annie was caught by surprise at the force of his ejaculate. Her cheeks bulged out as her mouth quickly filled with his load. She swallowed, and managed to rid her mouth of the first blast, but the second and third quickly followed. She felt herself starting to come and lost control, opening her mouth to gasp out her pleasure at the unexpected experience. She had never come from sucking a cock before, but thought fleetingly, 'There's a first time for everything. The night's already worthwhile, and it's only starting!'
As she moaned, Mal's cock spurted twice more and he did manage to leave a slimy trail of semen across the front of her dress, just across her left nipple. Annie didn't notice the residue until after she had cleaned his cock with her mouth, and swallowed the remainder of his sperm. Then she cursed him soundly, and demanded that he take her to wherever the hell the party was without further delay.
A well-sucked Mal Content was happy to oblige her, and told her a little about the Cloninger's as they rode.
"Swingers," he said, glancing over his shoulder to admire her magnificent legs, perhaps for the last time. "They been swingin' for maybe four years now. Joe, he's a lawyer, maybe mid-thirties; made a ton of money with a couple class action suits against the tobacco companies. Barbara, his wife, teaches at the local high school. She's early thirties, be my guess."
Curious, Annie asked, "And the guests?"
"Couldn't say," he told her. "I've been to a couple parties with them. Their guests always seemed to be all right. Especially the women; I mean, guys I don't bother with, ya know?"
Annie nodded, understanding only too well.
Five minutes later, the cab pulled into a long driveway in the Buckhead section. Annie saw a large white-brick home looming out behind a thick cluster of oak trees. Then they drove past a huge deep green lawn that seemed perfectly manicured, before halting on a brick paved circle.
Annie got out and gave Mal a soft, wet kiss before turning away to walk to the bright red double doors. A light-skinned black woman in a skimpy maid's uniform answered the door, and greeted Annie by name, and invited her inside.
She led Annie through a series of spacious, luxuriously furnished rooms and out to the backyard. There were a couple of dozen impeccably dressed people gathered there next to a long swimming pool; sipping drinks and holding small plates of hors d'oeuvres as they talked and laughed among themselves.
No one seemed to pay her any attention, and Annie headed to the bar, asked for and received a strong martini. As she turned from the bar, a tall blonde woman in a slinky dark blue dress detached herself from a small group, and walked over to her. She held out her hand and said, "You must be Annie. Mal has told me so much about you."
Annie shook her hand and was pleasantly surprised at the electrical current that passed between them. "I'm Barbara Cloninger, welcome to my home."
"Mal . . ." Annie took a gulp of her martini before continuing. "Mal, err, told you about me?"
"Oh, yes. Mal was quite verbal . . . for Mal."
"May I ask, um, just what he said?"
"Oh, let's see . . . you like sucking cock, and love it up the ass . . . shall I go on?"
"No! No, that's quite vivid. I gather you two spoke for a while."
"I confess we did. After all, I was curious about this stranger wanting to party with Joe and I."
"It's all Mal's doing. I mean we had a short . . . relationship. I . . . I'm in Atlanta on business. I'm from Minneapolis and . . ."
