this story, be it true or false, takes place after a party at a prestigious film festival on the west coast.... my first story, I do hope you enjoy.
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so after a late night of partying... we had an office party, and you know how those go. the bar-owner invited me and Jim (the film's co-producer) up for some lines and use of the restaurant's oxygen machine (exactly what you'd expect at a party during a film festival.) we partied a little too hard, and then trudged home thru the snow. we were... how shall I put this... fucked up.
back at the lodge, which we were sharing with a dozen people (some who we knew, some we didn't), Jim and I ended up initiating a game of truth-or-dare. at first, things were silly and juvenile, but we were all in our 20s or 30s... we were past "tell me about your first kiss." quickly, someone jokingly dared Jim to taked off his jeans. He quickly complied. WIth nothing underneath, his hairy cock sat out obviously in the room full of drunk coworkers. There was some awkwardness -- how would this feel tomorrow? or back in the office? But we moved past this with some jokes, and moved on to other simple truths.
but it soon became obvious that the people most interested in this game were me and Jim and Sarah. Sarah was a voluptuous, younger, PA. A few nights before, she'd gained fame in the house for having sex with another PA while others watched, and took photos. While I wasn't there, I'd seen the photos of her riding his cock, smiling for the camera.
All of us were fucked up, and while I hadn't been so tempted before, now her obvious interest became far more attractive.
Jim and Sarah and I moved into another of the condo's bedrooms.
We had a little coke with us, and I announced: "the first person to do a line has to submit to a dare." Sarah, who'd missed out on the bar fun, volunteered. I told her "we can only do this if you're naked." She looked and me, and then at Jim, and then responded "I can only be naked if you take my clothes off."
Jim and I looked at each other. At this point, he and I had worked closely for a year. We'd been good friends and comerades during problems and troubles, but had never come across anything like this.
We closed the door.
While I took off Sarah's shirt, revealing her heavy, large breasts, Jim pulled down her track-suit bottoms. And she was completely naked underneath. Completely. Her large tits, her closely shaven pussy, her large and voluptuous ass. Everything was on view.
Meanwhile, I was completely clothed. Jim, however, was still missing his trousers and underwear. His cock was hanging between his legs, just begging to be touched.
But we let her do the line.
So where do you go, from there? Surrounded by coworkers, after a night on the town?
"Dean, I want you to kiss me." I came close, and held her tight, her huge tits pressed up against my shirt. Our tongues played in each other's mouths. My hands ran up and down over her reubenesque body. Her ass felt like gold.
And it was my turn. "Sarah, I want you to kiss Jim." She looked at him. She looked him up and down. She pulled up his shirt, so that he was completely naked, and started kissing him... his mouth, his neck, his chest...
But it was so much. Soon, the dare was over.
"Dean," he dared (for we were far past the 'truth' section of the game), "I want you to suck on Sarah's breasts."
She and I both grinned at each other. We barely knew each other, but there you do. I moved over to hear, and cupped my hands around her large tits. I ran my mouth close to the nipples, breathing, letting my lips barely touch her skin. But soon, I couldn't resist any more, and took her nipples full into my mouth, licking and sucking. Sarah breathed heavier, wile I held her right breast in my right hand, my left hand moved down towards her well-shaven pussy. I caressed her labia, letting my hand float barely above the remaining hairs. She moaned louder, as my lip continued to lock around her tits.
And before I was ready, the dare was over. My fingers were so slightly wet from her pussy, but her eyes begged for more. "More, soon..." I promised.
But this was still children's play.
I was now in charge. I looked over. I was still clothed, while Jim and Sarah were both pretty-much naked. It was time to move on. "Sarah," I decided, "I want you to play with Jim's penis. I want you to get him erect."
An evil glint took over her eyes. Jim sat back, smiling, showing off some of his stomach muscles. And spreading his legs to let his soft cock poke out through his bushy pubic hair. Sarah smiled at the (small) challenge, leaned in, and softly began to stroke his cock. It didn't take much work at all. Before long, he was standing completely upright. He closed his eyes, and laid back, a smile taking over his face. She grasped his rod firmer, and began to jerk up and down its length. His cock was shorter than mine, but certainly wider. Still, she was able to wrap her fingers around it, and run hr hand up and down and up and down. As she did, I felt my own hand caressing my semi-erect penis, still in my jeans.
As with all dares, it soon came to an end. But, ignoring the order of things, Jim jumped in. "Sarah, I want you to take Dean's cock into your mouth. I want you to suck Dean's cock."
Sarah chirped up, "But isn't it my turn to assign a dare?"
Jim responded, "Can you think of a better dare?"
Sarah smiled, and leaned back. She looked down over her round body, her large and firm tits, her shaven pussy. She locked her eyes to her hand as she ran it up her inner thigh, along her ready cunt, up her stomach, along the curve of her left breast, caressing and tweaking her own nipple, and finnaly ending up at her lips. She ran hr fingers along her lips, and then licked what remained of her own juices from them.
"You know what?" she asked, smiling, "I actually can't."
She turned to me with hunger in her eyes. This game was moving so quickly... all my fantasy games of trust-or-dare move so much slower... but in reality I guess thing are different.
Jim continued, looking at me... "if Dean is okay with this, that is." I was the only person fully dressed. I was the only person even partially dressed. I was the only person in the room not completely naked. I nodded, with a huge grin on my face.
"I'm okay."
Sarah, a grin on her face, moved over. "Then I guess that's the dare."
I laid back on the bedm and she crouched below me, and, eyes locked to mine. She slowly, not losing my gaze, undid my fly. I looked over at Jim, and he was watching as eagerly as she was. His hand was wrapped around his still-hard cock.
Now, I wish I could say I was hard as a rock. I wish I could say I was erect like a flagpole. But this isn't a fantasy. This may be a true story. With all the coke I'd been doing, with my nerves at being naked with a coworker, who I'd hired, and an intern, I was just... well... a little nervous. Frankly, I was soft. I may have been turned on like nobody's-business, but I was still soft. My mind raced... what would they think, when I came out soft? Would they laugh? Would they make fun? Would this affect my professional relationships?
Sarah slowly pulled down the zipper of my fly. I was wearing boxer-briefs, with a tight slit, and she reached inside. I felt her hand caress my right inner thing, and then my left, running against my soft dick. "Aha," she whispered, and let her hand wrap around the currently-small tool.
"I've been partying a little too hard," I excused.
