Eight. No, nine. Definitely nine. Maybe, more. I had lost count of my drinks about an hour ago. It was hard to keep track when random men hand you a beer and topless women flash and grope and distract you at every turn. Before I knew it, I was one of them. Nothing but a denim mini skirt and a collection of multi-colored beads covering me. I had lost my shoes some ways back but I didn’t even care. My brunette locks were tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down my glistening face. My make-up was smudged over my milky skin and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the atmosphere taking over my body.
I saw her out of the corner of my eye at first. Blonde hair streaked with blue, bright eyes and petite body covered only by a loose dress hanging off her shoulders exposing one breast. So confident, she wasted no time. Within minutes of making eye contact with her she was on me. My head spun with a hundred thoughts. What would my husband think? Where were my travel companions Jeff and Maria? And who was this beautiful stranger with her tongue down my throat? The alcohol jumbled these thoughts until they were hidden away deep down where they couldn’t bother me. I tasted the stranger’s sweet cherry lips and her hands soon found their way up my skirt. I gasped as her fingers slid between my moist pussy lips, exploring every fold and crevice before slipping a finger deep into my tight hole.
Suddenly I became very aware of the noise and sights around us. Booming music, colorful flags and outfits, and the people. The people frolicking and dancing and, of course, watching. I became a sudden exhibitionist – the eyes fixated on me made me gush and I wanted more of it. I leaned back on the metal barrier that I had been pushed up against and I spread my legs wide so everyone could see. The strange woman crouched down in front of me and buried her face in my pussy. Hundreds of eyes watched as my face twisted and contorted in pleasure. Her tongue lapped up my juices and she flicked at my clit, her finger still venturing deeper into my cunt. She teased my g-spot with a come hither motion and tortured my clit with her tongue. The excitement and thrill overcame me and as I neared orgasm I looked up and saw him. Jeff.
Tall and broad, he stood just a few feet from us. His eyes fixated on my face, a beer in his hand and his jeans bulging in the front. He and his wife Maria had been good friends of ours for years. They were into the swinging lifestyle and we had always been so vanilla in bed. He was older, in his fifties and I sometimes got the feeling that Jeff wanted me, but I ignored it. Until now.
Embarrassed and ashamed I pushed the girl away from me. I feared that Jeff would tell my husband what he had seen and I fixed my skirt and made my way over to him. He turned and began to walk through the crowd and I followed him, dodging drunken men and half naked women until I followed him into the nearby hotel that we were staying in. I called after him but he continued up the stairs until he reached his and Maria’s room. I caught up with him at the door and pleaded with him to keep my secret. His eyes wandered from my eyes to my bare chest and he opened the door to his room, gesturing me inside.
I stepped into the room, expecting to convince Jeff not to tell my husband about my drunken antics in the streets. That wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. The second I stepped into the dark hotel room I felt Jeff’s hands all over my body. He groped at my ass, squeezing and pulling my skirt up over my round cheeks. His palms were warm on my cool, naked skin and he wrapped his arms around me. He fondled my perky breasts and I leaned back into his chest, my head resting on his shoulder and my eyes closing instinctively. I moaned as he squeezed my firm mounds and one hand slipped down my stomach slowly.
“Elaina…” his voice was breathy in my ear “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He kissed my neck and his hand wandered below the waist of my skirt. I was still wet from my surprise lesbian experience and he didn’t hesitate to slide his thick finger deep into my ready cunt. I inhaled sharply at the pressure and he held me close, his tongue drifting up my neck. He wasted no time and began to finger me furiously. I gasped and panted, opening my legs as best I could as I leaned back into Jeff.
“F-fuck me.” I whispered, my breath quick and labored.
“Mm, tell me what you want Elaina.” He taunted, teasing my clit piercing with his fingers.
“God, fuck me!” I shouted, pulling his hand from my pants and spinning around in one smooth motion. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pressed my body close, my bare breasts rubbing against him and my lips met his. The other hand venture to his pants, rubbing his bulge through the thick denim and grasping the zipper. I unzipped him and fiddled with the button, popping his pants open and pulling them down over his hips. I made sure to grasp his boxers as i yanked at his jeans, when I finally pulled them over his crotch, his thick cock sprung up and greeted me.
I was shocked. I had never seen his cock, or anyone else’s cock other than my husbands for such a long time. It was at least eight inches long and so girthy I wondered if I could take it. It throbbed and twitched at me, welcoming me to taste it. I couldn’t disappoint it.
I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He moaned at my touch and lifted his shirt to give me the full view. My eyes were wide and I started to drool. I leaned in and took the tip in my mouth, tasting his pre-cum and swirling my tongue around his swollen head. He grunted like an animal as he looked down at me, his hand drifting to the back of my head. He thrust his pelvis forward and his cock filled my mouth. I was surprised at first, but enjoyed the throbbing dick hitting the back of my throat. I felt like such a slut, on my knees half naked in a hotel room at Mardi Gras while my loyal husband was deployed. These thoughts spurred me on and I gobbled his member like a porn star. Jeff moaned and face fucked me and I happily looked up at him, my mouth full and dripping.
“Oh shit baby, get up. I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He pulled himself from my mouth and lifted my to my feet by my arm. He hurried me to the bed and immediately bent me over the footboard. I heard him pull his shirt over his head and his hands gripped my firm little ass. He admired me bent over like a whore and ready for him to take full advantage of me.
I moaned and pushed my ass out, begging him to fill me up.
“You sure you wanna do this, baby? You gonna be my bad girl?” He hummed, pulling my skirt all the way up and revealing my dripping pussy. “You think you can keep this for your hubby?”
I looked over my shoulder him and smiled. I lifted one leg and propped it up on the footboard, exposing myself to the air and spreading my ass with one hand while I held myself up with the other.
“Stop talking and turn me into a porn star.” I looked down at Jeff’s pants hugging his knees. He looked down and grinned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled his phone out of his pants and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He pressed a few buttons and a light streamed from the phone. I smiled at the camera and showed off my moist and ready ass hole. Jeff recorded us as he rubbed his engorged mass against my slippery pussy lips. He pressed himself into my cunt briefly and I moaned, he was so fucking big I didn’t know if I could handle it. Fortunately, or, unfortunately, I didn’t have to worry about my tight pussy for long.
“Look at that ass, can’t pass that up.” He groaned for the camera. His wet cock slipped out of my cunt and suddenly pushing against my ass hole. I gasped and braced myself, clutching the blanket on the bed and biting my lip. He slowly worked his head into my taut hole, loosening and preparing me for his full manhood. I screamed in both pain and excitement and pushed myself back into him. His shaft was swallowed by my aching ass and he pressed hard into me, his pelvis slamming into my petite round buns. I couldn’t believe that he fit. It hurts so good and I whimpered submissively. My pained sounds didn’t phase Jeff, thankfully, and he slammed his cock deep into my colon.
“Fuck that ass baby, it needs that cock!” I screamed, spanking myself and egging him on. Jeff chuckled and pounded me harder.
“Ha! Take it, slut!” He grabbed onto my hip with one hand, fingers digging into my flesh, and held the camera with the other. He growled fiercely as his balls tightened, jackhammering into me and howling that he was about to cum. “Oh fuck! Where do you want it!” He cried out as he began to shake. Before I could answer he pulled his cock out of me, leaving me to collapse on the bed from the sudden release of pressure. He jumped over the footboard in a swift motion and positioned himself over me, the camera shining down onto my glistening face. I was blinded by the light and Jeff leaned over me, shrouded in shadow staring down at my open mouth. He yanked at his fat cock and almost immediately I heard a grunt from the darkness above me.
“Shiiiit!” A rope of cum draped across my face. I closed my eyes and let Jeff drench me. Another stream crossed my lips and dripped into my mouth. I tasted his warm cream as string after string covered my face and neck and he cried out in ecstasy.
Finally, when his balls were emptied onto my smiling face, Jeff collapsed onto the bed next to me. The light went out on his phone as the recording ended and we both lay breathless and sweaty on the bed. A few moments passed when we were startled by the sound of ringing. My own phone sprung to life, tucked away in my skirt pocket and I pulled it out just in time to see an alert from Skype. My husband.
“Hey gorgeous! I didn’t know if you would be in at this time so I thought I would just give you a try and see how your trip has been going! You okay? You look…wet.” I looked over at Jeff smiling at me in the dark and then back at my phone.
“Oh, I’m, um… just really sweaty! We’ve been partying all day!” I explained, Jeff snickering quietly beside me.
“Oh, ok, well, I’m so glad you’re having a good time sweetie, I hope Jeff and Maria are taking good care of you.” He beamed, ignoring my sticky face covered in another man’s essence. I grinned at him, looked over at Jeff and then back at my phone, the thrill making me even wetter than I was.
“Oh, they’re taking such good care of me.”
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