Ashley finished her office duties on a scorching June afternoon. She contemplated what to do for the evening as she headed to her car, knowing she had nothing except boxes to unpack and a cat who didn’t care. After a long-term relationship, Ashley was single for six months. She didn’t feel like partying with pals, even if they requested. She called her buddies for a drink tonight because she was lonely.
After five years away from the bar scene, she was confused about what to dress, how to do her hair, and whether to wear makeup. She went home, took a hot shower, looked through her sad closet, and chose a tight white little skirt, a low-cut peach halter, and five-inch white spiked heels. Her tits stood boldly in the Fredericks of Hollywood bra she had bought years before but never worn. They seemed to beg for touch. She skipped underwear to avoid panty lines. Though single, she groomed herself. Her beach-tanned skin shone. Her reddish brown hair reached mid-waist. Tonight she put it up to display her back and shoulders. Her mother gave Ashley beauty. She had Angelina Jolie-like lips, deep blue eyes, and a tiny nose. She left the cat and boxes alone and went out into the night after applying lipstick and eyeliner.
She searched for friends as she entered the club. She didn’t notice the dozen or so people staring at her. Ashley was humble. She ignored her agitation since she felt unattractive most of the time. She found her companions and ordered a Sex on the Beach from Brett, a beautiful bartender. Ashley hadn’t been out in months, so the wine quickly went to her head. To enjoy this freedom, the girls danced.
The DJ started playing Katy Perry’s “ET” and she felt warm all over. This tune always made her swelter. She envisaged a lover who would abduct her without hesitation. Brett, the bartender, walked up behind her and danced to the music. When she saw him behind her, she put her hands on his thighs. She ignited a fire between her legs. Their electricity was wild. He touched her tummy and pushed her closer, and she felt his hardness in her back. This dance indicated that Ashley was in for a wild night. She let her hair down and lost all inhibitions with the music blaring and alcohol flowing. He brushed it off her back and kissed her neck.
Brett worked construction and bartended at night to make money and meet ladies. He was six feet tall and 185 pounds of muscle. A tight Levi blue pants and a blue shirt squeezed his chest. Short-haired and hazel-eyed. All the females wanted to cum in their panties when he grinned. Tonight, he wanted Ashley. He saw her dance at the bar and decided to touch her.
After the song, he spun her around and she danced to PCD’s “Buttons” with reckless enthusiasm. He grabbed her behind and kissed her neck. She grabbed him from the dance floor and led him out the door without hesitation. He pulled her back and told her where they could go. He led her upstairs and opened an apartment door. He said he owned the club and lived above it in his flat. Brett led her to the fireplace couch. He kindled a fire like the one between her legs with a button and played music from downstairs. He’d done this before, but Ashley didn’t care—it had been over a year since she’d gotten laid, and she was weary of doing things herself. She needed Brett’s hands on her.
After kissing, he untied her shirt. She took his shirt out of his jeans as he did. Unhooking her bra released her tits into his face. She had a pair of tear-shaped, pink-nipped, swollen lips that craved Brett’s tongue. He interrupted their kiss to kiss her ear, neck, and shoulder. He wanted to tease her before he took her beautiful nipple. She ran her hands beneath his shirt and down his chest while he kissed her. She slipped his shirt over his head to expose a gorgeous chest with golden hair pointing right to his pants button. This trail led her to her destination.
Brett suckled her breast, causing her to sigh and moan. He knew she was ready but wanted to take his time. He caught her as she struggled to unbutton his pants and brought her to the bedroom. He lay her on the bed, slid on top of her, held her hands down, and resumed pleasuring. Ashley was obsessed with Brett and knew he was ready for her. She couldn’t wait to view his pants’ prize.
Ashley instantly flipped him onto his back. She carefully unzipped those tight blue jeans to show that he’d gone commando and his huge pulsing dick came out. He astonished her by inserting one finger into her as she turned to pull his pants down. She’s ready, he thought. She wrapped her tongue around his penis while he stimulated her. She swallowed him whole. He was so large she could scarcely swallow without touching her throat.
Brett felt so amazing that he smacked her on the ass and turned her around on top of him so his dick was in her mouth and her pussy was in his. He raised her, turned her around, bent her over, and entered her from behind before they cummed. She screamed when he pulled her hair. She burst on his penis and sank to the bed. She dragged him down, wrapped her legs around his neck, and he plowed into her. She went between her legs and stroked her clit as he pumped into her, increasing her heat again.
The door opened and another man entered. He watched Brett screw Ashley and undress. Her eyes widened at this man standing next her with his cock at attention. She seized his hand and brought him down, almost giddy. He bit her nipple, making her yell with ecstasy. She stroked his dick with her free hand while continuing to please Brett. Brett pounded her many more times before pulling out and spraying his hot juices on her flat stomach and tits.
Brett’s roommate, Josh, liked to date with Brett. Josh grabbed Ashley from the bed and took her to a bathroom with a nice bubble bath and wine. He entered first and backed her in, facing his firm cock. He cleaned her back and poured red wine as they settled into the steaming water. He told her to drink it immediately to get her inebriated for what he was about to do. After she drank the wine, he hoisted her by the waist and seated her on his lap. They moved slowly as she drove her hips into his. He held her and tightened her nipples. He kissed her neck as she leaned back. They sped up and he hit her until the tub water was lapping. Ashley then faced him, riding his lap with her legs crossed behind him.
Brett entered and sat on the tub edge while they fucked. He bent down and forced his tongue down her throat. He bent down and poked her clean asshole. She jerked her hips so far that Josh blew his load directly into her.
They followed Brett into the kitchen from the tub. They ate to avoid ending this triple love affair. The guys used fridge stuff on Ashley. They placed her on the kitchen table and poured chocolate sauce into her navel and ribcage. Her hips had strawberry jam and whipped cream. They licked her tanned, heated body. She stroked her body and put the wonderful goodies on their pulsing dicks. She licked Brett’s cock like a kitten licks milk, sucking up the gooey combination while petting Josh. She switched between boys until they had roaring hard-ons. Brett tasted her sweet juices and whip cream in the black triangle of curls at her thighs. Josh was dicking her tits while he ate her. He pushed his 8″ cock between her tits and titty-fucked her. They then pulled her off the table and as Josh entered her from behind, Brett shoved his dick into her mouth. She cried, “FUCK ME NOW,” and they both drove their cocks into her as quickly and hard as they could.
Ashley noticed that there was a pool off the kitchen, so she unwrapped herself from the guys and made her way outside and jumped right in. She had never done it in a pool before, but it always looked fun in the movies. She swam to the shallow end and met them both waiting in the water by the stairs. Brett sat down, pulled her on top of him, and thrust his dick inside of her without hesitation. Josh got in position behind him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zgrv4g/one_accidental_night_mf