Quickie at a Party [FM]

I was drunk, I was heartbroken, and I was at a party. My boyfriend, a beautiful, slender asshat with a wonderful cock, had broken up with me, and so I had made the unusual move of going out to a party without any of my girlfriends there for security. I’d barely made it two steps in, wearing a deep crimson, almost burgundy dress that clung to my curves, including my impressive C-cups that were proudly on display through the plunging neckline, and extending maybe an inch beyond what was necessary to be decent, before a red solo cup was in my hand. In no time at all, I was buzzed, dancing with any guy who left enough room for me to cut in. Not too long after that, I was sloppy. A guy who I didn’t know, but seemed sweet, thought it was probably a good idea to get the drunk girl in three inch heels off the dance floor. He would claim later that he had no ulterior motives.

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I don’t remember how exactly I ended up on his lap, but I do remember kissing him. Through the alcoholic haze and the thumping music, I couldn’t hear what he said as I leaned in, but his hand on my ass and his tongue in my mouth made it clear he wasn’t objecting. His hands were strong as he squeezed my ass through my dress, causing it to ride up. I had a moment of clarity as I felt the hem of my dress slide up, explosing my bare ass. I imagined every guy in the room watching, seeing me in all my slutty glory, and I kissed him even harder, groaning as I felt his cock come to life under my thigh. He broke the kiss off, my red lipstick smeared on his face. He patted my back, and I stood. He did the same, grabbed my hand, and navigated the crowded lower floor of the house this party was taking place in, and took me upstairs, where the music was nothing but the thudding base and muffled tones. I tried to kiss him again, desperate for him, this guy who had thought of my safety on the dance floor, who thought I was pretty, who, by all signs, had a very impressive cock. He held me at bay, though, until he found an unlocked door, leading to a bedroom with a twin bed. Not much room to play, but I really didn’t care. As soon as the door was closed, we were on each other. His hands roamed over my back, quickly finding the zipper and pulling it down, letting my dress puddle on the ground, leaving me naked except for my shoes, which he seemed less than interested in.

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He took a step back to survey my body. I struck a pose and twirled for him, easier said than done drunk and on heels. I ended up falling into his arms, giggling. I somehow segued that into sitting on my knees, drunkenly spinning around to be face to face with the crotch of his tight jeans, where his cock was clearly outlined. I ran my fingers over it reverently before kissing it. Then I got to work on his belt, then fly, tugging on his pants with both hands, straight down, taking his boxers with them, inch by inch. When his cock, fully hard, slender, LONG and veiny, sprang free, it nearly hit me in the face. I wrapped my hand around the base, holding it steady so I could kiss the head before slowly jacking it, causing my new beau to loll his head back and groan. I licked a drop of precum off the top and started sucking on the head, looking up at him as I continuedto stroke the rest of the length. That didn’t last long before he grabbed a hand full of my deep auburn hair and started to slowly but forcefully feed me his entire length until my nose was pressed against his hairless pelvis. I could feel it, warm and throbbing, in my throat as I furiously tried to breathe through my nose. He held me there for a moment, groaning softly, his cock twitching in my throat, making me worry that not only was I not going to get to fuck him, but he was going to blow his load without me being able to hardly taste it. He pulled back, though, going from fully embedded in my throat to waving in the air, shiny with my spit, before I knew what was happening, leaving me coughing and breathing heavily. He took advantage of the moment of weakness, bringing me to my feet and roughly pushing me backward toward the bed. Still catching my breath, I landed, bouncing on the bed, my head spinning. For a moment, I wasn’t sure which way was up, but once I got my bearings, I located my intended, who was shucking his pants off the rest of the way. I still don’t know where his shoes went.

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Seeing his cock properly, in relation to the rest of his body, I started rubbing my pussy, already plenty wet for what he was offering, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, mingling pleasantly with the haze that had already settled over me. He walked over, holding his cock by the base, sticking it out straight. I pulled my legs back, giving him an unimpeded view of my wet pussy. Like a man on a mission, he guided his cock to where it belonged, and pushed forward, our moans mingling together as we both got what we’d come for. He buried his full length before he opened his eyes, looking me in mine. He leaned forward and kissed me furiously, and I devoured him as he rocked his hips back, pulling all but his head free of my wetness before slamming forward. I cried out in ecstasy, breaking the liplock, and begged him to fuck me like he had bought me. He didn’t disappoint. He pulled back again, and slammed back, then again, then again, slowly picking up pace, drowning me in pleasure. I couldn’t tell anymore where the boozy haze ended and the sexual haze began, it all mingled together in a delicious concoction that drowned the memory of my ex-boyfriend. My new man pushed himself upright to properly get leverage to fuck me harder, grabbing the heels of my strappy shoes for extra control. He fucked me so well that I temporarily forgot every other dick I’d ever had. He fucked me so well that I didn’t care when he broke one of my high heels, throwing the heel behind him unceremoniously before grabbing my ankle and resuming his relentless fucking, outpacing the thumping base from downstairs. For my part, all I could do was lay there and take it, wailing out my pleasure so loudly that I later wondered if anyone downstairs could hear me.

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We were both shiny with sweat by the time he reached his limit. With a growl, and no other pretense, he pulled all the way back, grabbing his dick and jacking off over my chest. I shimmied down, presenting my open mouth for him to cum into. he re-aimed, and with a grunt, he exploded, catching me in the roof of the mouth with the first shot, thick and hot and rich. The next several shot went out of control, splattering across my chin, eyes, and chin, before a few final drops dribbled onto my tits. He collapsed beside me on the bed and immediately began snoring. I stood up, finding tissues on a desk in the corner of the room (by a computer, go figure), and blotted up what I could, getting myself as clean as possible before going back to the bed and sleeping beside the man whose name, to this day, I don’t know.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b49fjy/quickie_at_a_party_fm