4

I needed his mouth on me desperately. My skin tingled with want as I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above him, teasing him with a view he couldn’t touch. His eyes widened, and he whispered, breathlessly, “God… what a beautiful, smooth pussy.”

His words made my core clench. I ran my fingers down my slick folds, every word he spoke lighting a fire inside me. Bracing my hands on the headboard, I slowly lowered myself onto his face, hovering just above his lips, letting the heat of his breath ghost over my soaked skin.

Then, finally, his mouth met my lips soft, hungry kisses that sent jolts through me. He licked slow circles around me, tongue dragging over every inch until I couldn’t hold in the moans. My thighs trembled as his lips found my clit, pulling and teasing it gently between his teeth, nibbling just enough to make me gasp.

I needed more. Needed to feel him deep inside me.

With a slow exhale, I sank lower, letting his tongue slip inside, tasting me. I clutched the headboard tighter, knuckles white as his tongue fucked me, slow and relentless. My whole body pulsed with need. He had complete control but so did I. That was the thrill.

Unable to take it, I slid one hand down to join the party, grazing over my freshly waxed skin until I found my throbbing clit again. The sensation of my fingers circling while his tongue dove deeper inside sent shockwaves through me. I moved with him our rhythm raw, synced, unstoppable.

My legs fell open wider. My hips bucked forward. I felt the first spark of release then everything shattered.

Stars. Heat. My entire body arched forward as the orgasm slammed into me, wave after wave crashing over his mouth and my hand. I came, hard my pussy clenching around nothing and everything at once. His tongue still worked me, his mouth soaking in everything I gave him.

Breathless, legs shaking, I looked down and saw him still licking, his mouth glistening with me. I smiled through the daze, chest heaving, my body flushed and wild. I lifted one leg and gave him one final show my pussy dripping, flushed, and slick with satisfaction.

I gathered myself, still trembling, and carefully climbed off the bed. My thighs were wet, my panties nowhere in sight. I didn’t bother looking. I reached for my jeans and squeezed back into them, feeling every pulse of overstimulated heat between my legs.

He looked up at me, lips swollen and still wet with me. “You gonna let me out now?” he asked, voice hoarse with need.

I walked over, eyes locked on his throbbing cock. I dipped my cum-slicked fingers between his legs and traced a single slow stroke up his shaft, pulling back his foreskin just once before I smiled and whispered, “No. Naughty boys stay tied up.”

Then I turned, still dizzy, floating on endorphins, and stepped out of the room.

At the bottom of the stairs, one of the girls met me already pulling off her tights, hungry for her turn.

And from upstairs came a breathless voice: “Oh my fucking god I want that.”

I just smiled. I already had.

Back in the living room, the girls rushed me, eyes wide. “Well??”

I grabbed a glass of fizz and downed it in one gulp, still riding the high. “Holy fuck,” I breathed, sinking into the couch. “Yeah. That was… something else.”

My jeans clung to my damp skin, and I squirmed wondering if anyone could see the evidence of what I’d just done. I glanced at the shy girl, who blushed and looked away nervously.

“You’ll love it,” I whispered, leaning in. “No one has to know.”

She looked down, chewing her lip and then the room echoed with a piercing, breathy scream from upstairs. The newest girl had just come. We all giggled, clinking glasses.

Moments later, the door burst open. She stood there, dress rumpled, panties and tights in hand, eyes glazed with bliss.

Yeah… this party was just getting started.