Party Favors(Current Rating 29/100, based on 49 votes)
The party we're at in the ballroom downtown
Is the perfect occasion to wear my new gown.
My neckline is plunging, a feast for the eyes,
And a point of attention for all of the guys.
You're liking it, too, I can easily tell,
And it turns on the men from your office, as well.
And though I'm just average, a 34-B,
I'm giving the fellows an eyeful to see.
"Just show them enough", an acquaintance once said,
"That all they can think of is you in their bed."
I think that your colleagues see two ample reasons
To be glad they're here at the Lincoln Four Seasons.
I note in their eyes that there's no disregard
For the fact they can see that my nipples are hard.
The guys in your office are simply engrossed
With my nipples as big as a battery post.
The outline they see through the front of my dress
Is inspiring thoughts that they'll never confess.
The women may think that my gown is too daring,
Based on how much of my chest that it's baring.
You calmly assure me that men never blink
When our nipples are hard and refusing to shrink...
Our bust line, you say, may not be one that flatters,
But when nipples harden, it no longer matters!
By now, I can tell how aroused you are getting
And you make a dare, though I know that you're kidding.
You whisper to me that "They want you, and maybe...
Perhaps, you should bare what you have to them, Baby!".
I know even though you've decided to dare me
That you're not the kind who is willing to share me.
I purr that I love when you're getting so flirty,
And how I'm turned on when you start talking dirty.
I whisper a challenge that makes your head spin...
"Just tear off my dress right in front of the men."
You mention you'll have to "work hard at restraint".
I say, "If there's rope, I don't have a complaint!"
You say that the way that I'm flaunting my curves
Makes my boobs as enticing as any hor derves.
"Well, go get a toothpick!", I eagerly tell you
In a sultry inflexion designed to compel you.
I sense that your pulse is beginning to quicken
As I liken myself to a good piece of chicken...
"You know the best part of the bird is the breast...
Well, I'm a chick, Baby, with two of the best!"
"My nipples", I add, "are as nice as you'll find.
They're hard as a rock, and I bet you don't mind."
You tell me my banter is good beyond measure.
Your brain's overloading with sensual pleasure.
In fun, you say fruit is the thing that you're wanting...
"Do you have a crop that you care to be flaunting?"
"Well, goodness!", I answer, "The night is a wasting.
I have some fresh peaches you need to be tasting!"
"Imagine the juice from a fresh, ripened peach.
Imagine a cherry attached on to each.
Two tasty dishes so perfectly matched...
A nice pair of peaches with cherries attached."
You reach in your pocket and pull out your keys,
Saying "I know a place we can go to with these!
You've told me enough that you're getting some, girlie!".
We're grabbing our coats, and we're heading home early.
While we're driving home on the way out of town,
You ask me to lower one side of my gown!
But just for some proof of how horny I'm getting,
I pull my whole top down right here where I'm sitting!
This is becoming a memorable ride,
So just to be safe, you pull off to the side.
"These party horns need something kinky to do",
You say, then you're adding, "Let's hook them to you!"
You prove to be one of those risk-taking fellows...
You pick up a horn, and you squeeze on the bellows.
Releasing it then with the horn on a boob,
My nipple is sucked right up into the tube!
The vacuum inside it feels great, I attest
As it clings to my nipple and hangs from my breast!
Just for good measure, you hook up the other...
"If one pump is good, Dear, then why not another?!"
By the time that we're getting back out on the road,
I can see that your rod is about to explode!
When we get home, I have something to hide,
'Cause I'm naked waist-up as we scuttle inside!
We're not wasting time when we get in the door
To get to the business we've hurried home for.
I lay on the bed after getting undressed...
"Stay right where you are", you politely request.
While you've hurried off to the kitchen a minute,
You open the fridge and you poke around in it.
Returning with Cool Whip, you say you won't dream
Of consuming my peaches without any cream!
My boobs, both adorned with a hard, rosy cherry,
Are treated to dollops of cream from the dairy.
You lap up my treat, then you spread my legs widely
To give back some cream as you venture inside me.
Author: Tyson |
