Why cocktail parties should be more common – M/F

I’m a big fan of house parties but organising them myself always feels like a terrible idea – I’ve never shaken the fear of no one showing up or everyone having a terrible time. Luckily for me I’ve got lots of friends who’re much more confident in their event planning skills. An old housemate of mine was a particularly good example – she loved throwing parties and was always planning something bigger and better than the last one. Not only did I get to benefit from her taking care of planning and invitations, but a lot of those invitations seemed to go to some very beautiful women. It was always going to work out well. After a few fairly successful house parties she decided we were going to have a 20’s themed cocktail party. Mandatory dressing up and themed drinks for everyone!

 

The set up was pretty easy – I grabbed my most appropriately cut suit, figured out how to get a bowtie on properly and spammed out some invitations on facebook. My housemate on the other hand went fantastically overboard. She worked in some advertising/media/production type role that never made any sense to me but it meant she could get her hands on all sorts of props and things to make our place look a lot fancier than it was. She and her best friends were all set to go early so I made a round of old fashioneds, we put the music on and started chatting away while people tricked in.

 

I had invited a decent mix of university and work friends and, after a while, had a good group of my own friends scattered round the house to mix and mingle with. After chatting to some people I’d not caught up with in a while I came inside off the deck and saw that the house had really filled up over the last hour or two. Not only were there people everywhere but I probably only recognised about 1 in 5. The theme had been taken pretty seriously – lots of gowns and suits and not a beer or wine in sight.

 

After a few minutes of slowly making my way past people I made it to the bar and started making myself another drink. I must have been completely messing up whatever cocktail I was attempting to make myself because after a minute the slim brunette who’d appeared next to me started teasing me and offered to take over. Welcoming the chance at a drink that wouldn’t taste like rocket fuel I passed over my glass and turned to introduce myself.

 

Lisa was a media person who worked with my old housemate. Mid 20s like me but new to the city and still finding her way around. As we talked I got a few chances to get a good look at her. She had a long black gown on that went almost to the floor but it was split up one leg to the thigh and showed a lot of cleavage. I liked what I saw. To complete the mental, image Lisa had long dark hair done up in some sort of knot, was about 5’8 with B cup tits and a slim but soft body. She’d really taken the theme to heart and, in addition to a totally appropriate dress, had some 20s hair accessory thing and black velvet gloves that went to her elbows. I was/still am about 6’4, dark haired, moderately muscular with a little padding and apparently not bad looking.

 

After chatting on and off as part of a bigger group it was clear that we were getting along pretty well so I engineered things for us to end up outside sitting on one of the little bench seats in our tiny garden. I started testing the waters with a bit more physical contact and she immediately started sending all the right signals, leaning into me, squeezing my hand and smiling a lot. I asked her where she’d learned to mix such good drinks and she told me about working as a bartender while she was at university. That pretty quickly segued into stories of all the crazy things we’d both seen working those sorts of jobs, stupid things drunk people do and so on. I don’t know if it was her or me who steered things in that direction but it wasn’t long before we were talking about our own drunken escapades and what we’d gotten away with.

 

As the stories became a bit more embarrassing we moved closer together till her thigh was pressed up against mine. Without really thinking about I put my hand on her back as we leaned into each other giggling. She smiled up at me and I realised that, seeing as it was a backless gown, I had my hand on bare skin just a few inches above her ass. As that clearly wasn’t unwelcome, I started stroking up and down her back and switched into what my drunk brain thought was shameless flirt mode.

 

Coyness basically went out the window at that point as Lisa whispered to me that it’d been too long since she’d misbehaved and she’d been hoping to find someone to break her dry spell. I was in! Our only problem was that there were people all around us. Lisa was at the party with heaps of work colleagues so couldn’t really just walk past them to my room. After 10 or 20 minutes of brainstorming my housemate rescued us by announcing that it was time for everyone to hit the bars. People started streaming out as taxi’s started arriving and soon there were only a few people left in the house.

 

Lisa assured her friends that she was just going to get a cab home while I cleared out the stragglers telling them I’d meet them once I locked the house up. I don’t think the more sober of my friends believed me but that at least stopped them from trying too hard to drag me out with them. While I was showing them out Lisa made us another drink and met me on the couch in the living room. We chatted about the night, who’d looked wasted, who was probably going home with who and things like that. I can’t remember exactly what happened but one moment we were leaning back on the couch with my arm around her shoulders and the next I was leaning into her, kissing her deeply while she wrapped her arms around my neck.

 

I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. The curtains were open across the big French doors that looked onto the deck so there was plenty of light streaming in from the street. I shrugged off my jacket, kicked off my shoes and joined Lisa on the bed where we immediately tangled ourselves in each other’s limbs, kissing, nibbling and groping at each other the way only drunk and horny strangers can. I slid a hand into the slit in her dress and found a small but firm ass cheek, perfectly shaped for my big hand to squeeze and knead as she moaned into my mouth.

 

After a few more minutes of making out she had her hand in my pants, gripping my rapidly hardening cock and rubbing her thumb over the head where I was already starting to leak precum. Without any prompting she slid onto floor and knelt up, beckoning me over to her. I stood in front of her and she undid my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. Leaning forward she ran her lips along the outline of my cock, pressing hard against my boxers and straining to get out. She kept teasing me for a little longer before hooking her fingers under my waistband and dragging my boxers down so I could step out of them and my pants.

 

Lisa held my cock an inch in front of her face, looking up at me. “Take off your shirt.” Yes mam. I was totally naked and she was completely dressed, the velvet glove on her hand feeling strange but incredibly erotic as it rubbed on my cock. She slid her tongue out towards me incredibly slowly, keeping a tight grip on the base of my cock with one hand while the other braced itself against my thigh. Her first lick caught a big drop of precum, stretching it out between her tongue and my cock till it snapped, landing on her glove. She grinned at that and then attacked my cock – shoving it into her mouth and moaning with approval as I pressed her head towards me.

 

Before long she was rubbing my balls with one hand, the other clutching my ass as I pressed myself deeper into her throat. I couldn’t get more than three quarters of the way in without her gaging but she was giving it all she had. Soon my cock and balls were slick with spit there were visible lines of it across her gloves and the straps on her gown. I could feel her little throat clamping down on the head of my cock each time she gagged and started to get carried away, thrusting into her harder and harder till she had to pull away, coughing and spluttering. Even then she kept hold of me, stroking and squeezing my cock. Realising that, even with way too many cocktails in me, I needed a break if I didn’t want to cum too soon. I pulled her to her feet, kissing her and sliding my hands under her dress.

 

As my hand traced its way up her leg I felt a delightful slippery sensation. She’d gotten so wet sucking my cock that it’d dripped halfway down her thigh! She stepped away for a second then suddenly the dress was off and she was standing in front of me in a thong and some long black gloves. She pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it tumble down past her shoulders and grinned at me. I threw her down on the bed and jumped after her – kissing her and sliding my fingers across her lips as I spread her wetness around. I started to thrust a finger into her slowly and she moaned, stopping me with one hand. “I am really, really tight. You need to be careful.” She was not exaggerating, that pussy was a vice. It was a struggle just getting one finger in there but, once we got going, she was more than keen – bucking her hips up against my hand and getting louder by the minute.

 

I slid myself down her little body, sucking and biting her breasts as I made my way south to her sweet wet slit. She obligingly raised her little ass up off the bed and I pulled her thong off then dived at her pussy. I’d been planning on teasing her, kissing her thighs and barely even touching her lips to start with, but seeing how worked up she was put me over the edge and I ravaged her. From the moment I put my mouth on her she grabbed my head and ground into me, fucking my face as hard as she could. I licked up and down her lips, pressing my tongue flat and hard against her till she pulled me to her clit. I sucked it into my mouth then started circling and crossing it with my tongue. This was clearly what she was after, she stopped bucking against me so much and pulled my head harder, squeezing me between her thighs and getting louder and louder. Lisa was clearly not worried about whether there was anyone in the house. Or on the street. Or perhaps two streets over… She was screaming, begging and commanding me to go harder and faster. I slid my finger back into that vice like pussy and she started to shake and shudder. Before I could try get a second one in there she came hard. As she started to shake she screamed at me to roll over, giving me just enough warning before she used her thighs to try twisting me onto my back. Managing to avoid a broken neck while keeping my mouth on her clit felt like a serious achievement at the time. She rode my face like a race horse, moaning and shuddering till she collapsed on top of me.

 

My face and neck was so soaked in her juices that it wasn’t hard to slide out from under her. I scooped her into my arms and lay her down across my chest, holding her tight with one hand gripping her ass and the other stroking her face. After a few minutes lying still she swung a leg over me so she was lying flat on top of me and started kissing me slowly and deeply. I had both hands on her ass started grinding her down onto me, her pussy just a bit too high to hit my cock. I managed to reach a condom in the drawer conveniently close to my bed and ripped the package open so she could hear it. I rolled it down my achingly hard cock then grabbed her by the hips and slid her down my body.

 

As she felt the head of my cock pressing against her lips she sat up grabbed me tightly. She started to rub the head of my cock against her wet slit, moaning softly. After feeling how tight she was with my fingers I knew it was going to take a while to get into her, but she seemed to know what she was doing. Squatting up she pressed my head into her snatch. It felt amazing. I can remember the look on her face as she slid down the first inch almost as well as I can remember all the noise she made. She made porn stars sound quiet by comparison. My cock’s decent without being anything too special but the things she was saying as it slowly pressed into her made me feel hung like a horse. She started bouncing up and down on me when I was a little over half way into her, coming up to the point that the head almost came out of her then sliding back down. She stayed on her feet, squatting over me and controlling exactly how much of me went into her.

 

If you’ve read my other stories you’ll have seen that I like taking charge and getting a bit dominant most of the time. This was no exception. She’d called all the shots, told me to undress, fucked my face till she came and now she was on top while we were actually fucking. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down so her face was right next to mine, my other hand tight on her ass. “I’m going to fuck you now, are you ready?” “Oh god yes.” And it was on. I pulled her tight, ramming my cock up into her and pressing the last inches into her. She screamed and I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her firm little tits into my chest as I thrust up into her as hard as I could. She immediately started trying to grind herself against me, rubbing her swollen clit against me as I jackhammered up into her. It felt amazing but I wanted to see more.

 

Still holding her tight I rolled us over so I was on top of her in missionary position with her arms tight around my neck. We kissed again as I used my weight to force my dick all the way into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit as her thighs clamped around mine. I love doing this to a woman, it lets me be completely inside of them and get a bit of stamina back while they get close to cumming by rubbing their clit on me. As she sounded like she was getting close again I pulled myself up onto my knees and grabbed her thighs, thrusting into her harder and harder. Screaming, she pressed her legs against me, her ankles crossing behind my neck. The angle wasn’t quite right so I shoved a pillow under her ass, licked my thumb and started rubbing her clit. The combination of the deep thrusts and the pressure on her clit had her cumming for me in what felt like seconds. As I felt the pressure build on my cock I leant forward, forcing her legs back till my face was above hers and she was folded almost in two. She thrashed under me, moaning and yelling with a death grip on my ass as she pulled me as deep into her as I could go.

 

Realising I had a little bit of steam left I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the mattress still moaning and quivering. Without any hesitation I lined my cock up with puffy little cunt and shove it in as hard as I could. “OH FUCK UUHHHH” There was no way my neighbours didn’t hear that. I grabbed her hips and started hammering at her as hard as I could, shaking her around like a rag doll. I felt the condom snap and suddenly I was inside her bare. The tightness combined with the new sensation was amazing. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto all fours. She was screaming basically non-stop as I slammed all the way in and out of her at full speed. Just as I was about to burst I told her I was going to cum down her throat. I pulled out, spun her around and shot cum across her cheek before I could shove my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, long and slow as she seemed to come back to her senses. Running her tongue up the underside of my shaft and milking me for every drop. Panting, we got rid of the wreckage of the condom and collapsed with her in my arms. We were asleep in seconds.

 

The next morning we tried for round two but she was too sore. Her pussy was red and swollen – the sight of it made me feel proud enough that not getting to fuck her again wasn’t too devastating. She gave me a fantastic breakfast blowjob that ended with my cum running down her tits and all over her completely ruined velvet gloves before I drove her home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/55jcb2/why_cocktail_parties_should_be_more_common_mf