*Although not stated, all characters are 18 and over*
As my friends and I pulled up to the party I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. My friends had come to drink, chat, and maybe score some tail but I came with one goal and nothing was going to stop me from achieving that.
Her name was Taylor and we had never officially met. But she knew who I was, and I definitely knew who she was. Her reputation preceded her as a slut and mine preceded me as one who could give sluts what they need.
A good fucking.
We entered the house and greeted the host and a variety of our friends who were there. We were escorted to the living room and that is when I saw her, on the couch and looking ready for me.
I had seen her earlier in the week at my work, after scanning each other's bodies and liking what we saw our eyes met and our fates were sealed from that moment. I was called away before I could speak to her but our eyes had already held the most important exchange. That of consent and desire.
When I had been told of this party my interest was piqued, but when I heard of her presence there the decision was made to attend. It had been a while since I last had sex and she was the perfect candidate, hot as fuck and willing to please.
I borrowed a forty of whisky and took one big swig, then left my friends and walked over to her. She was drinking something alcoholic from a red cup while sitting at the far end of the couch, her face told me she was disinterested in what her friends were talking about beside her. I passed her friends, walked up to her and extended my hand.
She looked up and I could see the recognition in her face. She glanced at my hand and knew what I was offering and immediately accepted it. My kind of woman.
She took my hand and I helped her up. She placed her cup on a table and followed me out of the room. I passed my friends and the host gave me a wink, she had already told me which room to use as me and Taylor "got to know each other better."
My cock was getting hard as we got closer and I was ready for action. Taylor leaned over for a feel as I unlocked the door to our personal sex room and whispered in my ear: "I've wanted this dick inside me since we last saw each other."
I grinned as we entered the room. I turned to lock the door behind us and I whipped my shirt off as I turned around to see that she had done the same. Her heavy breasts were held up by a utilitarian bra that she quickly discarded as well.
I lunged at her and we locked lips as she hit the bed under me. I groped her large breasts and she moaned as her legs wrapped around me to get our groins closer together. She grinded into me, searching for release. Clearly I was not the only one who had been sexually deprived recently.
I descended slightly and latched my mouth on her left tit, taking as much as I could into my mouth. Her moans heightened as my mouth wasn't there to muffle them, and they only got louder as I switched from breast to breast, enjoying myself immensely with her tits.
I felt a hand pushing against my chest so I pulled away from her, but Taylor kept pushing me until I was standing beside the bed. She slunk down to her knees and slyly looked up at me. She didn't say a word as she somehow undid my jeans with her mouth and pulled them down, followed by my underwear.
As soon as my cock springs from it's confines and slaps her nose, she decided hands were needed. I sigh in accomplishment as Taylor wraps both her hands around my cock and swallows the head into her mouth.
