I let a stranger shower and fuck me at a party [FM]

He was the kind of guy everyone trusted. A bit older than most of us (we were all in our early twenties at the time) and he just sounded so wise. Kind of like the older brother you wish you had. Calm, always in control, just nice with everyone in general. Good-looking too, well-shaped body and tall and mysterious.

He rarely drank at parties. He rarely seemed into ladies too. Would chitchat them, but never anything sexual or even remotely related to sex in general. Some people thought he was gay, not into women in general.

I am not super proud of what I did that night, but I can’t deny it was insanely hot. I won’t lie, I had drank way too much. It was late in the party, I had planned to drive back home but there was no way I could even consider it. Very few people were left, but this included the host, a shy guy whose parents were rich and always wanted to be popular, two couples who would also be spending the night there (drunk drunk drunk! Did I mention the host wanted to become popular and had brought a ton of alcohol?), our older guy which I will now call Mark, and a passed out girl. Not sure if she got what she deserved, but I like to think she did, and I like to think the host used her good to fulfill his needs.

As for me, well, I am not super proud of what I did like I said, but I had actually drank so much (games, challenges, shooters) that I actually puked myself. I was trash drunk, literally blackout drunk, and at some point I felt super sick. Did try to stand up and run to the bathroom, but it seemed my legs were totally uncoordinated.

I felt helpless, nauseous, and for the first time in a while, kind of scared. I was in a strange house, unable to go back home, covered in puke, and literally having no idea what to do! Fear not because Mark came to the rescue.

I was actually laying in the living room, on the floor, unable to see anything clearly, even the door leading to the bathroom. Yes, I was this drunk. People around laughed, I guess I was the trashed girl there, the other being quite quiet as she had passed out. Mark came and I remember he looked – and sounded – soooo disappointed. He sighed a bit in anger as he noticed I was covered in puke. “I can’t believe you would do something like this. I thought you were better than this, Sarah.”

“I… sorry…”

“Do you have a ride back home?” I shooked my head. “I would drive you myself but I’ve drunk too much. I’ll call you a taxi.”

I should say, at this point of my life, I had very little money. A taxi would be $100+ easily and I just didn’t have that money. It was a week of food for me. Then, even worse, he mentioned something about the hospital, something about an ambulance. This was even worse and there was NO WAY I could even afford JUST the ambulance to the hospital, let alone the rest! I started to panic, the alcohol not exactly helping me to think straight.

Mark brought me a water bottle and I was tremendously thankful. I gobbled it all while he held the bottle. I was like a little animal that you would feed I guess.

I remember someone saying “no taxi will take her in that state,” presumably referring to my puke-covered shirt. At least they had given up on the ambulance idea I suppose, that was a plus. Then, someone mentioned I could sleep it off. Yay, great idea!

“Sleep like that?” Mark said. “Bad idea.” He gruntled, but started to walk away anyway.

At this point, I realized I need to pee really, really bad. Maybe it was the water bottle that just… pushed my bladder too far. I tried to stand up and promptly fell.

“What is it Sarah?” he sounded so sad, so disappointed.

“Need… bathroom…”

“Fine, I’ll carry you,” and he put his big large arms around me and lifted me effortlessly. “You’re gonna have to help me a bit,” he said as we started walking, all my weight on him. He seemed to get exasperated, and eventually put a hand under my knee and another under my upper back, carrying me. Again, it felt as if I weighed nothing to him. The way his big arms were holding me – I remember feeling super comforted, super well. I could sleep there. It was also strangely arousing to be carried by a strong man like that.

“Don’t do anything stupid in there!” some guy laughed as he brought me to the bathroom. Mark giggled back.

He dropped me on the toilet and I struggled to undo my pants, not even waiting for him to leave. Then I thought my pants were down, and almost pissed myself. Realizing my mistake, I started to pull them down. He stopped me, looking REALLY exasperated.

“Oh god, you’re going to put some everywhere, should have brought you outside instead. Apparently, I was sitting on the toilet sideway, absolutely not in the right orientation and about to piss on the floor. “This is unreal Sarah, never thought you’d be that kind of girl… Although I have to admit the punch was way stronger than I thought. I have an idea.”

Their house had some kind of walkin shower. He carried me in there and as he did, my pants fell on the floor along with my panties. I was butt naked in his arms. I didn’t care.

He put me over the drain of the shower and… He actually had to tell me to go. Like you’d tell a little pussy.

I let it out and it felt so damn good. Don’t want to get into all the details, but I peed for super long and I noticed he was staring right at me the entire time. For the first time, I noticed his erection, still small, but growing.

Didn’t think he was that kind of man ;)

He then said I should take a shower to “sober up” and “clean up.” My shirt was just a complete mess anyway. I stood there with mouth open, eyes almost closed, absolutely trash. He finished undressing me and I just stayed there. He turned on the shower and handed me a bar of soap, then he left.

It just felt so good. The hot water dripping on me, and this shower’s floor was so comfy, or at least it felt so, even though it was ceramic. I was dead tired, at my absolute limit. I felt asleep.

I don’t know what woke me up. It was Mark, again, and he seemed disappointed, again. He said something about me not cleaning up (“I told you to wash up, oh god…”). He turned off the water, which you could do in that shower without getting too wet, then started to wash me using the soap bar I had in my hands. Lifted my arms to wash under them, my belly, my face, my back, everything.

I noticed his bulge, bigger this time.

Then, it turned sexual, really quick. He rubbed my breasts with the soap and I remember I moaned from the pleasure. Rubbed them again and again, then used his hands to… properly clean them I guess. Then, it was time for my pussy, and again, he was very, very thorough. Rubbed it good, to “clean” it well I guess, and god I was horny. When he got a finger in me – accidentally I’m sure – I let out a long “ah” in pleasaure. He told me to be silent, as everyone was now asleep.

He got out of the shower and turned the water back on, rinsing me well, using the showerhead under my armpits and on my pussy. The showerhead was…. I don’t know how to say it, but the way it projected water on my pussy felt really, really good. Like a soft, continuous, hot massage. I found myself almost orgasming from him showering my pussy.

But unfortunately, he stopped. Turned off the water, dried me really well with a fresh towel, again drying my breasts and pussy in large details and very, very gently. Once done, I noticed he started fingering me. Not with soap, not with water, not with a towel – just his finger. No excuse this time.

I soon started to moan gently as he rubbed my clit in a circle. Finger in and I did my best to muffle my moaning.

The bulge in his pants was now huge. Unfortunately, he stopped.

Again.

Ugh

“I found you a little something, just an old t-shirt but it will have to be enough for tonight. Host doesn’t mind if you keep it.”

He helped me out of the shower and at this point I was almost passed out. Helped me put the T-shirt on, then carried me as he had before to a guest room.

“That’s the last room they had,” he said, “and I need to spend the night here, so we’re going to have to share it. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

Too tired. Too drunk. Not even understand. Just remember.

He started to undress. He, too, had apparently not brought any sleepwear.

He laid next to me in bed. It was a small bed, probably a double. It felt good having a man so close to me, so warm and so muscled, his head just on my beck. Instinctively, I turned to kiss him. It just felt right.

Almost immediately, I felt a finger on my clit, rubbing me, and my hand started to search for his dick. It was harder than I thought – my hand erred all over his body until it found it randomly, fully hard and ready to penetrate me. I started rubbing it gently.

“Do you… do you think I can get a little something for my trouble?” he said.

I never would have thought… That Mark would be… That kind of person, I guess.

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied in acceptance. His finger got in me. I resisted moaning, but my body tensed in pleasure.

“It’s okay, door’s closed, you can moan now. Everyone else is fucking anyway.” He had strong, powerful hand and soon my pussy got soaked. “Ugh,” he said with the same exasperation. “I just got you all clean, and now you’re messy again.” He got his head down there and started to lick me, effectively “cleaning me,” but it was fruitless: the more he ate me, the more aroused I became, and the wetter I was.

“Looks like it’s not working,” he said.

I wanted to say “get inside me” but could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. I decided on a simpler but somewhat more silly variation, saying “get in.”

“Then I’ll make an even bigger mess,” he said.

“Get… in…” I repeated

He shoved his dick right in and this time I let out several “ahs,” as my pussy got used to the size of his huge dick.

“You’re really, really not lucky today Sarah. When I drink, like tonight, I basically can’t come. I last forever.”

He shoved it all the way in and my hands grabbed his body hard as I almost came. He was HUGE and so strong.

“May I use your pussy good?” he asked. I nodded. “Really good?” I nodded, making bigger motions. “Okay.”

He started off gently, moving in and out, like he was testing the water. Unfortunately for me, it was enough to make me come. There had been enough tension and rubbing, and the fact he was taking me, like that, was so amazingly arousing that I couldn’t resist. I don’t normally squirt, but this time I did, so much it pushed his dick out.

“Already?” he asked, confused. I nodded. “Damn!” He stopped for a minute. “Looks like you’re getting the better end of that bargain. Next time *you* shower me and please me,” he laughed. Never thought Mark would be like that.

“Normally I’d have you clean my dick with your mouth, but I’m too afraid that in your state, you’d make a wrong move, so…” I felt his fingers, two of them, rubbing the entrance to my pussy, grabbing my wetness. He brought them to my mouth and I sucked it instinctively. “Good girl,” he said. He repeated the motion a few times, effectively “cleaning me” by making me eat my own juices. Once satisfied, he told me he was going to get what he was here for, and to just stand still and enjoy it. “Be my little sex doll tonight Sarah.”

And he really did started to treat me like a sex doll. Got on top of me, his whole weight, holding my shoulders and shoving it in. No more being gentle, no more gently getting it in and out, he was just pounding me like someone super aroused would fuck a plastic doll. He was getting all the way inside, then out, having no problem moving inside my overwet and fully open post-orgasm pussy. There was nothing else in that exchange other than him fucking my hole: I was basically a wet, warm hole he could fuck and fill.

Unfortunately for me, again, he hadn’t lied: this dude lasted forever when drunk. I had an orgasm, then another, as he held me down on the bed, his weight immobilizing. It wasn’t that I wanted to move, but I felt completely constrained and dominated, forced to endure his pounding and come over and over until he came.

At my fourth orgasm, my pussy started to ache, bad. I was sore as hell, but he was still pounding me, his fully erect dick fucking me over and over. Every time he got in me, he pushed so hard my body would bounce a few inches back.

“Hurt… Hurt…” I said as I started to squeal and move, my face clearly showing I was in pain.

“Dolls don’t talk,” he said. But he stopped fucking me right after. “That’s a shame, I was so close.”

“Close?”

“Yeah, almost half the way there.”

I felt so disappointed. I really, really, REALLY did not want to leave him unsatisfied like that. Where was my dignity? After all he had done for me, I wanted him to come and fill me so bad.

“Sore,” I just said.

“I get it,” he said. Don’t worry.

“Will make… for it tomo… blowjob…” I managed to say, almost asleep.

“Well, you do have another hole that is not sore, I presume.” I did not understand what he meant. My mouth perhaps?

He turned me around and started poking his dick at my ass. Oh. He started poking at it, then just told me to relax. Unfortunately, he was way too big to get in, especially given how unexperienced I was in that regard.

Getting frustrated, he turned me around again, got over my stomach, and started using my breasts to masturbate himself. He felt even daring enough to bring himself to my head, to which I kindly answered by taking him in my mouth. Inside, I was so frazzled, feeling so well after all that sex, and so drunk, I just wanted to sleep. Still, I wasn’t leaving him to sleep like that for sure. I just wanted him to finish fast.

Fortunately for me, it seemed he was more vulnerable to mouth action. After a minute, he told me he was about to come, and said he wanted it to be in my pussy. “It will only take a few seconds, I’ll be gentle.” He nodded, got in, and was quite gentle this time, kissing and caressing me. “I’m close,” he said.”

His pumping accelerated, again the pain and soreness came back, but he came right after, shooting his seed deep in me. My toes curled as he jettisoned his load (!) and I found myself having another orgasm, a surprise one.

“Good girl,” he said. I felt asleep right after, feeling satisfied, my mission accomplished, and also thinking I never would have thought Mark was like that.

I woke up to him fucking me. He was already in me and fucking me. It didn’t feel so good; I was hungover, sick, and feeling like crap all over. I winced in displeasure as I realized what was going on, but let him continue. He was strong, dominant, and taking what he wanted.

Without alcohol, he didn’t last nearly a long: merely a minute after I woke up, I realized he was coming in me. It must have been around 9 or 10 AM, I was still exhausted.

He then stood up saying he was going to get something to eat; I fell back asleep again.

It was well past 2PM by the time I woke up, and I only woke up because Mark was coming to check on me. There was a bit of blood down there along with dried – and not so dried – cum. He tried to initiate something, but I just felt too sick, and noticing the blood, it kinda stopped him straight. He had gotten me a sandwich which I was starving for. I apologized for not being in the mood, he said it was alright.

Ended up driving back home shortly after, wearing the new T-shirt and my own puke-covered t-shirt in a bag. Felt bad about standing Mark up, but was still sick all day. The next day, I wanted to make good, and invited him to fuck at my place to properly thank him and compensate for that wasted, mid-afternoon sex I had declined.

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