Bonnie Blue was feeling horny. She had a good idea. She was going to have a party. She was going to have some fun and get her itch scratched.
You know Bonnie Blue. She was a little twenty-five year old blond with great tits and lovely curves. And the urges of a major come slut. She reveled in that fact. And it was why she had been on the Pill since she turned eighteen. She was now looking to become the biggest come slut in Texas.
She was living in Galveston, working at the University of Texas Medical Center. Her work could take her anywhere in the state. But she had connections all over the state. She was well paid for her services. And lots of grateful lovers were profligate with their gifts. Little Bonnie Blue never wanted for anything. Especially not sex.
She was staying in a suite in the Tremont House. While she mulled over plans for her little party she went for a walk. She was in great shape. Her legs were strong and curvy and she loved to walk. So she took a stroll across the island to the Seawall Boulevard. Standing there and looking out to sea she felt the wind blowing her long blond hair about her lovely face. She had always loved Galveston. She had wept when Hurricane Ike had struck in 2008. It was not enough to destroy Galveston, but damage still remained to be seen.
As she had walked across the island through the older section of town she had passed so many of the bushes that gave Galveston its nickname as the Oleander City. And she reveled in the smell of the sea. She loved the ocean, and what better place to enjoy it than the beaches of Galveston. She did not much care for the tourism and commercialization, but it kept the economy running and the city prosperous enough to keep some of its older and finer buildings and institutions in the black.
When she returned to the hotel she began making phone calls. Her first call was to her Master, Peter. He was not in the state now, but he was always her Master. And he was a kind master because he allowed her the freedom to please herself whenever she wished. His only unwavering demand was that she be there for him when he was in Texas, in the same town as her. So she called to check. It was her submissive duty. This time he was free when she called.
"Hello dear Master. I am kneeling down for you. I hope I am not bothering you. I am sorry but I needed to ask a question, very important."
"Yes my Bonnie Blue. I'm here. I can talk. What do you want?"
"Master, I am going to have a party for myself. I need to know if you will be able to attend. It will be this weekend on Saturday, here in the Tremont."
"No my little slut, I won't be there. But I will be coming in the next weekend. Be there and waiting for me. Meanwhile, have fun at your party. That's an order."
"Yes Master. I will have fun. The kind of fun you know I love. Thank you dear Master."
After having done her duty she began calling other friends and acquaintances. After she reached the fifth man and had her invitation accepted immediately she stopped. That would be enough, surely, she thought to herself. Five men and one girl. The odds were good. She would have a very good time indeed.
She had invited an old friend from years ago who lived here on the island. He was the owner of a shop on the Boulevard selling souvenirs and other tourist junk. When he had the time he used it surfing as well as he could in the Gulf. His vacations were spent where the waves were larger and more dangerous, like Hawaii or Australia. His name was Tim and he was tall with brown hair. And his cock was long and almost always hard for Bonnie.
Her second choice was Winston, a doctor at the hospital. He was a surgeon and he knew the female anatomy very well. He loved teaching Bonnie about her own body. He stood about five feet eight inches, was blond, and had a small pot belly, but was buff overall. His cock was short, fat and pussy filling.
Also coming was Jeffrey with his workman's hands. He was a carpenter and had been busy re-building the island's homes and businesses. He had a dick about six inches long when hard and he could hammer it like a tool. His body was hard from his laboring and he stood right at five feet five inches, and kept his head shaved.
Coming down from Houston was Mike the cable man. He installed cable vision all over the metro area. He was at least six feet tall, and his prick was long and thin. He was her best friend from college but he had decided to work with his hands instead of the law, as his degree would have allowed.
Her last selection was a new guy she had met at a club the night before. She had enjoyed giving him a blow job in the alley behind the club and was looking forward to more or his seven inches of cock that curved to the right. She had got his number. His name was Gus. He was short, only five feet five inches, but he was sexy as hell and she wanted more of him.
Bonnie prepared her suite for the evening to come. She called the front desk for extra help to get her place as perfect as possible. She was a good client. She always got what she wanted. If she didn't she called her Master and he made sure things were her way. He was a force in many of the finer places in her state. The Tremont was an exclusive hotel, and they knew who to take special care of.