This happened yesterday. A friend of a friend hosting a party sort of thing. Wasn’t planning to attend much, but my main plan for the night fell through.

Party was kind of nice. They had some champagne and it was awesome. I had made some pastries and people liked them. I drank a few glasses of wine, and danced with some guy. He was a bit grabby, but I didn’t necessarily mind. I let him grab my ass and squeeze my breasts against him.

At the end of the party, it was just a handful of us left. Guy I danced with came back and offered me a beer. Not a big beer drinker, but really felt like drinking a bit more that night. Most of my friends had left. We talked for a minutes, and then he started complimenting me. Said I was pretty and all. I don’t get complimented often, so I blushed a bit. He asked if he could kiss me. Sure, why not.

After a few kisses, we started making out seriously, and he asked if we could go somewhere more private. I told him “not tonighy, we just metl” (and I am that sort of woman. Only had one boyfriend in high college). He said he understood. Asked for my number, I gave him. He left and came back about ten minutes later. Asked if I wanted to dance again, I said sure.

We danced and kissed a bit more. He smelled good. He felt warm. Asked if I needed a ride home, if I was okay and all (I lived not too far on foot). He offered to accompany me back home as it was late. I told him I would be fine.

We kissed again. He told me to call him. I said I would. We danced one last time and this time I grinded on him a bit. I started thinking: this is a new year, right? New resolutions, maybe? It had been some time since I had done something with someone. I didn’t really want to have sex (only had sex with one man), but I felt I could be a bit more… adventurous. For the new year and all. Soon, he was hard as a rock in his pants, and I have to admit it turned me a lot more than I wondered.

As I said… Been a while. Focused on my education and all. Never really met the right guy in school (so far!).

I told him I wanted to lay down a bit before leaving. He said he understood. We went to one of the rooms, reserved for people who stayed the night. I remember it was dark. I was dizzy and didn’t want any strong light (party light was dimmed down). I remember we started making out more seriously, and he slid a finger under my dress. He started to rub my clit and it felt amazing.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” I wondered, and yet I was. Unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out. I took him in my mouth and started sucking. It was hot, hard and sort of soft at the same time. He was uncircumsized; even wondered I couldn’t see it, really, I could feel it.

He started moaning and panting, and I started sucking a bit deeper. Soon enough, he told me he was about to come. He apologized, saying I had grinded him “real good.” There was no real tissue around. I started thinking about the mess it would make,

I had never swallowed before. I wondered it was gross. But when he came and started pushing his cum in me, I started instinctively swallowing. Not to make a mess at the host’s place and all. I felt like a complete slut. Swallow someone I barely knew the name of. Only when he was totally limp did I stop.

I stood up and started getting ready to leave. He told me to “hold on.” He grabbed me gently and pushed me gently on the bed, I told him I didn’t want sex. He told me not to worries.

Soon, he started kissing and licking me near my thighs, my legs. Then, his tongue found its way to my clit. I had never been eaten out before and I gasped in surprise. “I rubbed it all night long,” he said with a giggle. And then it went to work on it.

I am not a woman who orgasms easily, but this man was really good. I would say in under two minutes, I was already ready to orgasm. I wondered about the mess it would make (I orgasm rarely, but when I do, I can squirt a fair bit), but before I could process what was happening, I found myself orgasming and moaning loudly. I started to fear I would wake up people, then pleasure overtook my body. He kept licking and eating me as my body shared wave after wave of pleasure. When I was done, he came to kiss me, and pushed his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted the saltiness and my wetness, and yet somehow it turned me on again.

For some reason, I extended my hand towards his dick. He was hard again. I couldn’t leave him like that, not after that orgasm. I told him to “take what he wanted” and as soon as I finished my sentence, his dick was in me. . I had never been this loose and wet before. He slid right in, without any resistance

It didn’t take long until he came, but not before he gave me another orgasm. Then, he ejaculated in me as I held and kissed him.

I came out of that room with cum leaking out. I wiped it the best I could, but there was a lot. I was tired. The walk back to my house was euphoric and by the time I made it to my room, cum had dripped own my leg once again. “It’s also in your mouth, whore,” I remember thinking, and somehow the idea turned me on even more. I masturbated to another powerful orgasm, my pussy still full of his cum, his smell all over me, as he owned my body that night, and I can not wait for him to call me again.

NSFW: yes