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Flying solo
December 22, 2004
Last night when I knocked on Jefferson’s door at quarter of seven, he yelled “Just a minute!” and I heard a girl giggling. When he opened the door I caught my first glimpse of Scarlet – running towards the bedroom, presumably to fetch her pants, as she wasn’t wearing any.
This, I thought, will be a good night.
As the party assembled, I surveyed the attendees. For the first time, I was flying solo, since Dirck was home with a fever.* As with the first Jefferson party I went to, girls outnumbered boys, which is fine with me, except that it meant that once more there was no boy-on-boy action (sniff sniff).
We all sat around chatting amicably for a while, but then Bugs (who was my spanker at the last party) and Raven (a feisty, red-headed San Francisco transplant) decided that they should get things started. They disappeared into one of the bedrooms, but emerged again shortly thereafter, claiming that they needed a third. I lept up and followed them to the bedroom. The two of them hungrily stripped me down: “Oooh, you have shiny bits there – oh and there too!” They admired my nipple and hood piercings – with their tongues.
After we rolled around, with the groping and poking of warm wet places, conversation popped up about piercings again. We all laughed when Raven suddenly snapped, “For fuck’s sake – the fucking lesbian dilemma! Here we are, three hot, horny naked women in bed together – and we’re talking instead of fucking!” We decided that the frustration of that moment needed to be taken out on my ass.
I bent over Bugs’ lap, strategically placing my tits on her legs and my pigtails in her fists, and Raven went to town on my ass. After a while, Raven surrendered some of the spanking duties to Bugs while she concentrated on finger fucking me. With her well schooled fingers, she could feel what I know about myself – I can be quite the gusher. By the time I squirted, the percussive sound of my ass being slapped combined with my squeals of agony and delight had attracted quite an audience. Raven, who evidently has a flair for the dramatic, cupped her hand as I gushed and then sprinkled the onlookers with my juices.
I needed a break.
And after I got one, I was ready to return the favor to Raven – with my strap on. Let’s just say that strap on fucking is an excellent workout for the abs and thighs. Good cardio too. Something happens to me when I pull that leather harness on and strap my dildo of choice into place: I become more capable of dirty talk and I get a permagrin on my face. Although I don’t come when I fuck someone with a strap on, I really get off on it.
Last night, I loved looking down on Raven, watching my girlcock slide in and out of her engorged pussy lips, seeing her body sweat and shake as I thrust into her, watching her come from the force of our bodies slamming together. Perhaps the best part of not coming while fucking her was that I was fully cognizant of our surroundings – I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, feel them watching our tits jiggle, feel the heat quickly rising (and no, it wasn’t just me). When we gasped our last collective gasp and our bodies fell apart, I really needed to recover from the hotness of it all.
In an effort to soothe my tired muscles while keeping the sex alive, I settled back to watch some orgy-tastic fuck doing unfold in front of me: Jefferson and Scarlet, Jake and Raven, Todd and Marla in a kind of ferocious, palpable hotness that I just can’t get enough of watching or doing.
I ended my evening with a luxurious fuck courtesy of Todd, who’d tag-teamed me with Dirck last time. I couldn’t keep my mouth away from his cock, which seemed to ignite a Pavlovian response in me: I just keep drooling and slobbering and wanting to eat him up. After a while I was able to tear my mouth off of his cock so I could feel him inside me. I hopped on top of him and fucked myself on his cock, as he softly moaned beneath me (I find a moaning man incredibly hot). He kept whispering to me that he’d loved watching me watch him and Marla earlier, so for a finale, we reenacted me as a voyeur, only this time I got come on my tits.
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*Here you may be shaking your head and picturing him being all sick and me running out the door, but we’ve been discussing the possibility of my going to a party solo for a while, so it wasn’t a big deal.
Posted by Dacia at December 22, 2004 11:39 PM
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