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Hellie looked up from her book. She wasn’t really sure how she’d gotten invited to this party, other than the fact that she’d gone to lunch twice with the hostess, Karen. She and Karen were work friends, but this was the first time Hellie had seen Karen’s house. There were a few people here from her job, but the rest were Karen’s family, people she went to school with, and definitely some obvious crashers. But that’s what happens when you have loud music and about eighty coolers full of drinks. Hellie wasn’t complaining. Although, it was way more fun to get drunk when you were actually with other people, and Hellie really hadn’t been up to breaking the ice with anybody yet. Georgina Kincaid was more interesting than the dudebros gathered around the ping pong table and the middle-aged office types out on the porch. Hellie watched a girl in a hot pink halter top giggling next to a guy with a backwards baseball cap. Ick.
Hellie straightened the strap of her own lacy black tank top and adjusted her white shorts. She wasn’t dressed in the summery colors that most of the guests wore. Oops. Maybe she would just disappear into the background…
Hellie looked up to see a guy in a blue button-down. He looked a little out of place himself.
“Hi.” Hellie smiled. She wasn’t shy, just…lazy.
He nodded to her book with a flop of his straw-colored hair. “What’re you reading?”
“Oh it’s part of a book series about a succubus.” She waited for him to ask what a succubus was.
“Really? That sounds awesome! Is there a lot of sex?”
Hellie laughed. “There’s enough, but there’s a pretty decent story, too.”
“Sounds like my kind of book.” He winked. “Isn’t it awkward reading in here?”
Hellie shrugged. “It’s more awkward talking over this music.”
“I feel like I’m yelling.”
He nodded. “Here, let’s go in the kitchen. You look like you could use a new beer anyway.”
She stood and followed him through a doorway. Aside from two guys raiding the fridge and arguing (“Dude grab the hummus.” “Are you kidding me right now? Hummus is disgusting.”), plus the hum of the bass coming from the other room, the kitchen was quiet.
Hellie bent down and dug through a cooler next to the fridge. She was half-hoping he’d look at her ass. “You want one?” she asked him, whipping her copper-striped dark brown hair back over her shoulder as she turned her head.
“Sure, thanks,” he said.
She stood and handed it to him. “Here.”
“Thanks,” he said again. “I’m Michael.”
Hellie sighed. “Helena. But I hate it. Therefore, Hellie.”
“I like it. It’s cute.” He grinned. “And a little naughty.”
Hellie nodded. “It fits me.”
His grin widened. “Are you a little naughty, Hellie?”
She giggled. “More than a little. Nice to meet you.”
“Nicer to meet you. What brings you to Karen’s party?”
“Oh I work with her. I actually don’t know her very well, we mostly talk about work things and I think I’m mostly a filler guest.”
Michael laughed. “I’ve known her a while, and I still feel like a filler guest.”
“I haven’t even seen her since I got here.”
“I think she’s out on the porch schmoozing the rich people.”
Hellie considered. “That’s probably smart.”
“But it’s more fun in here,” Michael said.
Hellie ran a hand through her hair, pushing some rebellious strands back behind her shoulder again. As she did, she heard something drop on the kitchen floor.
“Oh! My earring.” Hellie looked down as Michael crouched to pick the hoop back up.
“Here,” he said. “Let me get that.” He carefully slid the hoop back into Hellie’s ear and snapped it closed.
“Thanks,” she murmured, her lips close to his cheek. His hand brushed her earlobe and neck.
“You’re soft,” he said.
She ataşehir escort bayan smiled a little. “Thank you.”
In the midst of their hummus argument, the two guys had gone quiet. They now closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, closing the door behind them in what Hellie guessed was some sort of “bro-code” gesture.
“Listen, Hellie,” he said. “I don’t want to be a perv, but a guy in there…Jim? He said you have nice tits.”
Hellie giggled again and brought a hand to her forehead. “Oh god.” She remembered the impromptu staffroom truth-or-dare session with Jim and Kevin after closing together one night. “I flashed him once when I was…well, I wasn’t drunk—”
“Do you want me to kick his ass for telling me?”
“No not at all! But I have to ask how my um, tits came up in conversation?”
Michael grinned. “I asked him who the cute girl with the book was. He said you were smart and had great tits.”
Hellie nodded to him. “See for yourself.” Beer and boredom will make you brave. Hellie pulled down the low top of her tank to reveal her breasts. They were round and pink-tipped, her one pierced nipple standing at attention.
Michael’s jaw dropped. “Oh.” He blinked. “Damn.” He swallowed and looked up at her. “Have you seen Karen’s house before, Hellie?”
Hellie shook her head.
“Allow me to give you a tour.” Michael took her hand and led her around a corner and up a back stairway. “Bathroom,” he said, gesturing to a room on their left. “Karen’s room,” he gestured to a closed door behind which muffled and vaguely sexual noises could be heard.
“And,” he said, opening the next door, “the master bedroom.”
A large bed with a thick, golden bedspread and a crown of fluffy pillows lay before them. Hellie saw it the weak, gray light of dusk that came through the windows, and knew the bed must look very different in the sun. Like the bed of a monarch.
She closed the door behind them and quickly locked it. He pulled down the top of her shirt again and kissed her, his hands caressing her breasts.
“Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Hellie,” he whispered. “Wait, Hellie.” He stopped. “I…I have a girlfriend.”
Hellie swallowed. “Is she up here?”
Hellie ran her tongue across the top of her lip and reached down to feel where he was hard. He leaned in and began kissing her again, his hands going down to her ass. He reached into the bottom of her shorts and squeezed her cheeks, making her moan.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’ve got a great ass, too.”
She pushed her hips forward into his hard-on, and he dug his fingers in. “Ohhh,” she breathed. “Thank you.” She unbuttoned his shirt at record speed. When he pulled it off they both gasped at the feeling of her breasts against his chest. He kissed her neck as she unbuckled his belt and began to nudge him backward to the bed. He sat on the edge, and she began to kneel, unzipping his fly and pulling his jeans all the way down. She nuzzled his dick through his boxers.
“Fuck,” he said again, stroking her hair.
She kissed his thigh and pressed her lips against his balls. Then she pulled down his shorts.
“Oh, damn,” she whispered. “You’re big.” Just looking at his dick made her wet. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke, moaning as he bulged in her hand. Finally she leaned in to lick the head of his dick. He gasped.
Then she brought her mouth all the way down. His cock touched the back of her throat.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Oh holy shit, yes.”
She began to move her head up and down, sucking and humming. She brought her other hand up to cup his balls.
“Ah,” he moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He came in her throat and she swallowed. When she’d sucked the rest of the come from the head of his escort kadıköy cock, she leaned away and looked up at him.
“I-I’m sorry,” he began.
“It’s okay, I was just surprised.”
“It’s just, I haven’t gotten head in months.”
Hellie blinked. “Really?”
He nodded. “My girlfriend won’t do it.”
“Wow, that really sucks. Do you eat her out?”
He shook his head helplessly. “She doesn’t like that, either.” He sighed. “Do you?”
Michael stood. “Turn around.”
Hellie did. Michael reached in front of her, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. She wore no panties. He kissed her neck, kissed all the way down her back as she moaned and gasped, and then kissed down one of her cheeks. He pressed his face between them and Hellie bit her lip. He shook his head, luxuriating in her plump, voluptuous ass. When he started to lick her asshole, Hellie began to pant. His hands came up onto the front of her thighs and he squeezed them, and then one of his hands reached further and began to gently rub her clit.
“Ah!” Hellie cried, pressing her ass back unconsciously.
His tongue dipped down to lick at her pussy lips, already wet and now even juicier. Hellie moaned and pumped her hips. Michael leaned away and brought one of his hands back.
“Stick your ass out,” he murmured. She obeyed. His thumb slid into her pussy, his middle finger into her asshole, and she cried out again. “Oh god yes!” He began sliding his fingers in and out, one moving into her as the other moved out. Carefully they maneuvered so that she was bent over the bed, and his thumb slid out of her pussy. He rubbed his dick against her ass, slid it down her thigh and over to her cunt.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please. Fuck me hard.”
He pushed his cock into her.
“Fuck!” she cried. “Oh f-fuck!” He thrusted hard, again and again, his cock going deep, reaching places seldom reached inside her, making her lose her breath, her eyes rolling back into her head in ecstasy. He was still finger-fucking her ass, and soon she was shaking uncontrollably in pleasure.
“Ohhhh my godddd,” she moaned. “Oh my goddddd.” She pressed her ass back toward him, hard, meeting his thrusts.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you’re so fucking sexy, I love your fucking pussy.”
“Come in me,” she moaned. “I’m on the pill, cum inside me.”
“You want me to cum in this pussy?”
“Ple-ee-eaase,” she moaned, the word stretching over several hard, fast thrusts. “F-fill me up!”
He slid a second finger into her ass and she whimpered. “Oh yessss.”
“You like it in both holes?”
“Yes. Yes! Yes I like it like a slut,” Hellie moaned.
“You like it when I fuck you like a slut?”
“And you want me to fill you with cum like a slut?”
Michael moaned. “You can have it baby. You can have all…this…cum! Ah!” They both gasped as warm cum gushed from him into her pussy.
“Yes,” she whimpered again. “Yessss.”
They both stayed that way, panting, until he’d gone completely soft. He slowly withdrew from her, and then carefully pulled his fingers from her ass.
He lay next to her. “Holy shit.”
She smiled at him. “Agreed.”
They caught their breath together silently, basking in the satisfied aftermath.
“That was so good,” he finally whispered.
“I’m glad you asked to see my tits,” Hellie said with a giggle.
Just then, someone tried the door.
“Who’s in there?” said a male voice.
“Oh shit,” Michael whispered.
“Hide!” Hellie whispered.
Michael dove under the bed. He peeked out to see that Hellie hadn’t moved.
“What are you doing?” he hissed.
There was the quick sound of a key in the lock, and then the door opened. Hellie, bare-assed with her maltepe escort hand on her clit, turned to see an older man with dark gray cornrows, wearing a sweater vest. Hellie thought it must’ve been Karen’s father.
“Oh my,” he said.
“Oops,” said Hellie.
“I’ll um, give you a minute,” he said. He paused. “Nice ass.”
“Thanks,” Hellie said. She quickly stood and turned around. “What about these?” she said, cupping her breasts.
The man turned to look behind him and then back at her. “Um…uh..”
“You want to touch?”
He reached a hand out. She took it and pressed it to one of her breasts. He squeezed it, flicking the nipple with his thumb, her hand resting on his wrist.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “Parties just really turn me on…I needed a place to be alone.” Her other hand went back down to her clit. His eyes followed it down. “Mmm,” she hummed. She took his hand from her breast and brought it to her mouth, sucking on one of his fingers. His eyes widened.
“Maybe we should go to the bathroom?” she suggested.
Hellie pulled her top up and put her shorts on and Mr…well, whoever he was, followed her down the hall. He shut the bathroom door behind them.
“I guess I should’ve come in here,” she said. “But…” She smiled wickedly. “Isn’t it fun, sometimes, to do it where you can get caught?” She hoped Michael had taken the chance to get out of the room.
She looked down at the bulge in his pants. “Can I see it?”
He unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and pulled his dick out. It was big, even thicker than Michael’s.
“Oh yes,” she whispered. “Where do you want it, Daddy?” She turned around and rubbed her ass, now partially covered by the shorts, against his cock.
“Oh damn,” he said, reaching down to grip one of her cheeks.
“You want to stick it in my ass, Daddy?”
“Girl, you’re gonna make me cum right now talking like that.”
She smiled. “Don’t cum yet.” Hellie turned around, knelt, and licked his dick. She licked it thoroughly, all over, getting it wet. She sucked on it, making sure it was coated in saliva. She spit on it.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Hellie stood back up, pulled down her shorts, and gripped the sink. She stuck her ass out.
“You ever fucked a girl in the ass, Daddy?”
She felt his hand come up the back of her neck, his fingers weaving through her hair and giving a gentle tug to pull her head back. “Baby,” he said, “I used to fuck all the girls in the ass.”
Slowly, carefully, he pushed the wet head of his dick into her asshole.
“You got a nice, tight ass, baby girl,” he whispered. “Squeezes my dick nice and hard.”
Hellie moaned. “Go deeper, Daddy.”
He fucked her slowly, agonizingly, making her moan.
“That feel good, baby girl?”
“Yesss,” she moaned. She tried to push her ass back.
“No no no,” he said. “Don’t you move that ass yet.” He slowly slid his cock out, and then back in, deeper this time.
Hellie moaned and whimpered, feeling his cock stretch her ass over and over again. “It’s been so long,” she heard herself whisper.
“Yeah? You haven’t had a good dick in your ass baby girl?”
“No Daddy.” She looked back and gave him a pouty face.
“Does it feel good now, baby?”
“Ohhh it feels so fucking good, Daddy.”
He slid into her again and she cried out.
“I like how that ass jiggles,” he said, looking down. He began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, and she felt his balls hitting her pussy. He reached around and softly rubbed her clit, making her quiver.
“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “Fuck yes.”
It wasn’t long before they both were on the brink.
“Oh Daddy,” she cried. “Daddy fuck my little asshole!”
“You want me to cum in your ass baby girl?”
“Yes Daddy, yes!”
“Take it,” he grunted. “Take…it!”
After they’d dressed, he kissed her softly on the mouth.
“Baby, you’re welcome in this house anytime.”
After Hellie had cleaned up, she quietly left the party, smiling to herself. She’d had enough partying, for tonight, anyway.
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