I [20F] sucked a stranger [25M] in exchange for a beer [MF]

This happened a couple of years ago and was right before I could buy alcohol – just a few months shy. I was at a huge party and had already gotten a few glasses of punch. I was feeling just a bit tipsy but after an hour or two, I was feeling thirsty again. I remember thinking another beer would have been so, so good.

There was only one person with alcohol at the party: a guy, who was slightly older. He was one of the few there old enough to buy beer and had brought a 12-pack, but that mostly for himself and his friends. I didn’t know him at all, all I knew was that he had around six beer left and I wasn’t the only one who was thirsty. The stores were closed at this hour, so even the few people who could buy beer, well, couldn’t.

I didn’t really know how to ask for a beer and didn’t want to be “that” girl, so I just thought I would chat him up until he offered me something to drink. It worked. Flirted with him, smiled at it, showed a lot of interest. Then I subtly moved the topic to how I was still 20 and not old enough to buy beer, but I would in a few months.

“Oh well, I have some, would you like one?”

Yes! A perfect plan! I smiled, and accepted. He opened the bottle for me.

I didn’t really have the habit of getting stuff for free. I never liked that mentality of “I’m a pretty girl, give me something free.” As I took my first few sips, I told him so.

“Great choice of beer. But I can’t accept it for free, though. Let me pay for it tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, as he opened himself one. “I offer beer to people all the time.”

“Yes, but you barely know me. That was nice.”

“I’m not going to chase you for like five dollars or three dollars. Don’t think about it,” he said.

We ended up chatting quite a bit more and two other beer “borrowed” him a beer. He didn’t seem worried at all. From what I gathered, those were his friends.

As for us, we were getting along quite well, I would have to say. He was nice – charming. A bit nerdy, an introvert for sure, but smart, and passionate about computers, and his job as a programmer. Interesting to talk to.

He finished his beer before mine, and he looked to get another one. He only had two more left. He didn’t seem phased, frustrated or even slightly irked by it. Instead, he unpopped himself one, and offered me a second beer.

“I can’t accept that, I’ve already taken you one, that’s it.”

“I said, don’t worry about it.

“I drank enough tonight already anyway.” But that was a lie. I still had some of my beer left, but one more beer would have been… just perfect, you know?

“I insist. Here,” he said, handing me his final bottle.

I drank what was left of mine in one sip and took his bottle. “Okay, but I can’t accept it for free. Not the second bottle.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” But I really felt like a leech. From the outside, it would look as if I only started talking to him to get free alcohol, at an hour and place where there was little left.

“No, that’s not negotiable.” He said he didn’t want my money. “Surely I can repay you this favor?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Do you want to dance?”

“I’m not too big on dancing,” he said. Then, he fumbled. “Not… not that I… don’T want to dance with you. You’re very pretty,” he said.

I giggle a bit and put my arms around him. We waltzed to the slow, almost sensual music, perfect for the late hour, with most people drunk and tired.

Indeed, he wasn’t much of a dancer, mostly standing there as I tried to get him to dance.

“I could give you a thank you kiss,” I said.

“Only if you feel like it.” I told him I did, and went to kiss him.

Soon, we started making out heavily. I asked him if we could get on a couch, but all were busy. Some people making out as well, of course, but some passed out or sleeping people, especially in the lower floor. Quite a mess!

We ended up outside, but even there, there were people. People mostly talking, smoking a last joint or cigarette, but still. We didn’t want to go to his car, or off the property, with our open alcoholic drinks.

We finally found a place, but it was a tiny closet, mostly used for blankets. Great, I thought, it would bring back memories from high school, back when we played *that* game, kissing someone in a dark closet. That one closet could be closed from the inside using one of those cheap locking handles, but at least it would make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted in the act.

Here, nobody would bother us, but this also meant we couldn’t lie down. We made out a bit more and he started fondling my breasts. Then his fingers went down my jeans and started rubbing my clitoris over my panties. I was immediately wet.

“Go under. Under my panties.”

I shivered as he touched me. Aggressively, toughly, but doing his best to do what he thought would please me.

“I wish we had gotten a room,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied. But we were too late.

“Let’s finish our drinks and go to my place?”

“Neither of us can drive,” I replied. He offered to pay a taxi. “And I have to wake up early for work tomorrow, I have to get back home.”

“Okay,” he said, slightly disappointed.

“But…” I started. “I won’t leave you like that, that’s for sure. My hand had made its way under his pants, onto his throbbing cock. Not huge, but hard as a rock. “How about a thank you blowjob for that beer?” I whispered in his ear.

“That is more than a fair deal,” he said back.

I went on my knees, lowered his pants, and took him in my mouth. He moaned and made an effort to muzzle it. The house was mostly quiet, with people busy or sleeping, but we still didn’t want to attract attention.

“I’ll tell you when I’m close, we don’t made to make a mess.” I shook my head and said “nuh-uh”

“I won’t make a mess, don’t worry,”

Then, I went hard on him, holding his balls with my hand and the shaft of his penis with my order. I used my tongue and gently massaged his dick with my tongue and lips. It didn’t take long at all.

“I’m coming,” he whispered. I put his dick deep into my mouth and felt his dick throb a few times as he ejaculated. I swallowed right away. No mess. I’m not a messy girl.

His dick finally went limp and he let out a long “ah” in relief and satisfaction. I giggled, and stood back up. He kissed me on the forehead, not wanting to kiss me and taste his cum in my mouth perhaps, and I giggled again. Then, we got dressed.

Place was still empty as we got out of the closet. He was still in sweat, the veins in his neck pulsating.

“Damnit Sarah, that was amazing.”

“Thank you,” I replied, even smiling.

“You even… swallowed.” I kissed him on the cheeks. “Damn I’m horny again.”

“You did give me two beers, so…” I hinted lasciviously.

“Can I take that one up later?” he said. I asked him what he meant. “Another time.” I told him he could, that my blowjob credits didn’t expire. “Could it be… tomorrow? After your work?”

One thing to say, I was so turned on. So sexy, so submissive. I shrugged my shoulders and told him I finished at eight.

He texted me at 8:00PM precise. He insisted I didn’t need to, that he was just joking last night. I simply replied that “I always keep my deals ;)”.

I said he could come to my place (parents), but he insisted I go to his. He gave me his address (he lived with roomates, me with my parents) and offered to pay for a taxi there. Not needed, I could drive. His one roomate waved hello at me, seemingly shocked surprised I was there. “A girl? Here for him?” his face seemed to say. We immediately went to his room and I immediately went to work, as he laid on the bed. We kissed and we slowly undressed each other. I was going to undress online him, but he insisted we both be naked, that he wanted to see my “amazing body.” Just seeing me naked made him hard.

This time, he asked me to hold his cum in my mouth and show it to him. I did the best I could, my saliva mixing with his semen. At this point, him commanding me, as well as the feeling of making him explode, made me extremely wet and I had no panties to hide it; my juices were running down my legs and as I always do when I’m super-horny, I lost my head.

He seemed satisfied by the amount of semen I had in my mouth. “Spit it on me,” he ordered, and I did, on his chest. “Okay, now lick it.” I did, and whatever fantasy he might have had, that was enough to make him hard and ready again. Maybe he had another beer somewhere in his apartment?

He stood up a bit to see how wet I was, then asked me to show him. I did, and he asked to touch me. He rubbed my clit a bit, shocked I was literally covered with my juices, then stuck a finger in me with absolute ease. I let out a moan that was a bit too loud for my liking.

“Just curious, Sarah. You don’t have to answer.” No way I wasn’t gonna answer as horny as I was. “Now I know what you’ll do for a beer, but… What would you do for one of these?” And on this he brought out a vodka bottle.

It wasn’t a small vodka bottle neither: a full, 40oz. And it wasn’t a cheap vodka at all: Grey Goose, which quickly became my favorite (sorry, vodka lovers!) It was brand new.

“I’m just curious,” he said.

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly?”

“I would fuck the shit out of you,” I said.

“It’s a nice bottle, Sarah. Would you… would you fuck the shit out of me *and* my roomate?” he smirked.

No turning back. Too horny. Grabbed a condom from his nightstand and had no trouble putting it on him. I started on top, but he quickly had me in a doggy position, fucking me on my knees and arms. I started to moan.

“Louder. His room is just next door. I want him to know what he’s gonna get.” I let it out, moaning in pleasure as his dick fully penetrated me, almost making me orgasm. He asked me to moan more, more, more. Eventually, I was too much into it that I orgasmed, and he did so right with me. I had that big, happy smile on.

He laid back in bed, seeminghly exhausted.

“Don’t bother dressing back. Go see him, he’s in his room.”

“But…”

“Go ahead, he’s waiting for you. I want to hear you moan at least as loud,” he said.

He handed me a condom. I wanted at least a towel to cover myself. I was feeling so shy. But he just shook his head.

I timidly tiptoe out of his room and knocked on his roomate’s door. “Enter,” he said.

His eyes dropped when I got in. “How did Chris manage… to get a girl like…”

“Hi,” I just said shyly blushing and making vain attempts to cover myself. “May I come in?”

“Of course you can. Come here right now.

He had chosen to take his time, but I didn’t mind at all. Kissing, caressing, kissing me some more – it must have taken a good fifteen minutes before he accepted to remove his first piece of clothing, but once he did, his clothes came off fast. Sucked him until he was ready and put the condom on myself. My pussy was already so wet and loose. I honored Chris’ requests and moaned a bit longer than I normally would. The bed frame would hit the wall again and again as he pounded me.

He came pretty fast, within a few minutes. I was happy. He then told me to hold on and opened a drawer; it was filled with condoms. I think he didn’t really get women much and was determined to get all he could from me.

The second time, he lasted a lot longer, almost making me cum. As he neared orgasmed, he got out of me, removed his coupon, and ejaculated on my breasts. I loved it.

The third time, I did come. He had me wrap my legs around him and, holding me in the air, fucked me against the wall adjacent to his roomate’s room. He a had longer, thicker dick, and the way he was holding me against the wall, totally trapped, proved too much for me. This time, I moaned for real. I was their slut.

Finally, he was exhausted too. We laid on the bed and kissed a bit. He told me he wanted me to come back – whenever I wanted. “Take a couple of my beers from the fridge too,” he said. “You earned them.”

I returned to Chris’ room, triumphant and eager to get my bottle (and clothes). Chris was still naked. “I don’t supposed I can get a little bonus,” he asked. I said it depended on what bonus. His dick was already half-hard. “I know it’s not part of the deal, but…”

I got on my knees and sucked him a final time. “What you just did there, Sarah, that was… *hot*.” This time, it took a while just to get him hard. When he finally cummed, he had me show him the cum in my mouth again, then spit it on his feet. Then, he collapsed on the bed, drained. He told me to grab my bottle.

“Hold on.”

I stopped for a minutes, afraid he might have another demand. “I got a little bonus, you get a little bonus too,” he said, and on this, he got out a small Champagne bottle from under the bed. This is how I discovered I loved Champagne. “Please, call me again. It will be a shame when you turn 21.” Most likely the Vodka bottle alone would take me there, but I didn’t tell him so. He slapped my ass as I grabbed my clothes.

As I left his room, his roomate told me to grab “the three beers on the top shelves.” He was a lot into microbrewery and I had a white, a pilsner and a west coast IPA, all of which I loved.

I ended up leaving the apartment my hands full, and I ended up drinking almost all the vodka (with people) at my next party, and having the best party ever. I like to share. It was the birthday of one of my best friend, and we drank the Champagne together, to celebrate. The three beers, however, I kept for myself. I figured I had earned them at the very least :)

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