All characters are over 18 and it takes place in Dublin, Ireland.
I dreamt of pulsing music, flashing lights and sweaty bodies. A nightclub. Lots of drinking, lots of laughing. Very close dancing. Ass grinding into my crotch. Surrounded by women. Big breasted cleavage loomed large in my brain. I tossed and turned as I slept, never comfortable. I remembered kissing and roaming hands. More big breasts in my hands and face, Did I motorboat someone last night?! There was definitely a squeal of joy. As dreams go, it's one of the better ones! Then, a feeling of shock.
That's when I awoke.
A strange bed and a strange room. I became very quickly aware I was naked. I looked around. A woman I didn't know was looking down at me, a playful smile on her face. Cool, mysterious green eyes, smooth sallow skin and short raven black hair.
"Good morning," she smiled, in a high toned, lilting French accent. "You're finally awake!" She was lying by my side, propping herself up on one elbow. Her breasts overflowing her black lace bra, pressed up against my arm. A flashback to the cleavage in my dream.
I looked up at her and around the room. I had no recollection of where I was or who she was. It looked like a standard Irish semi-detached kind of bedroom, the kind I grew up in, clothes and shoes strewn all over the place. Students or home share anyway. I had a feeling we were not the only people in this house.
I spotted some of my clothes. "At least I won't be going home naked!" I thought to myself. She spoke again.
"Of course, your friend has been awake for some time!" I froze. I realised I was naked and fully erect in front of strange woman, whose breasts were inches from my face. Her face said she was mid-twenties but her body said she was a goddess.
She reached down and grasped my cock, getting her hand as far around the shaft as she could. She jerked it hard a few times and didn't let go.
"Such a big friend, huh?" She phrased it as a question but I didn't have a clue how to respond. I looked up at her, blankly. "You don't remember last night?!" She acted offended, though possibly mock-offended - going by the smirk playing at the edge of her lips.
"Sorry," I croaked my first word of the day, feeling vulnerable and at her mercy. Her smirk grew into a full blown smile.
"Don't worry about it! We were both too drunk to do anything interesting last night. But now that we're here..." She drew the covers off the two of us, revealing us. Her body was petite but curvaceous. I couldn't help but fixate on her breasts. They were large and prominent, probably about DD cup on a petite frame, right in my face and nearly out of her bra after all. Her tummy protruded a little but probably due to the way she was lying. She had black panties on and nice, if not terribly long, legs. But she wasn't looking at herself, she was looking at me; like a lioness eyeing an antelope.
"What are we going to do with your big friend?" she shook my cock by the base. Now, at this point I should say I had been busy in work for the previous few weeks so it had been a while since I came, so it was rock fucking hard. She looked from my eyes, to it, back to me. She raised an eyebrow.
I was not used to being in this situation! Normally I was the dominant one. With my 6' 2 height and muscular frame, not to mention the size of my dick, most women were a bit intimidated by me. Here was this woman, who looked a good foot shorter than me, literally controlling me by my cock. She had all the initiative.
"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I don't remember your name," my mouth dry thanks to my hangover.
She was not impressed. The smile died on her ruby lips and she released my cock, letting it fall and slap against my stomach.
She curled up a finger and flicked my balls. I winced in pain, trying to curl up into a ball. She stopped me, pinning me down at the shoulder.
"My name," she spoke seriously, taking my shaft back in her hand, "Is Nicole". She swung one leg over me and moved across, sitting her plump little behind on my thighs. Seeing her like this, her breasts were much perkier than I first thought. I was staring. She grabbed and shook my cock again.
"What's my name?!" she said, squeezing my aching balls.
"Nicole!" I winced.
"Good boy," she said, easing the pressure on my balls.
"Could I get a glass...?" She ignored what I was saying and shimmied up my legs. The base of my cock was against her satin covered pussy. I could feel the heat from her. It felt so good I involuntarily closed my eyes. "But I think you're too big for me this way. So you're going to have to please me in another way. You understand?" The smile was back on her lips. I nodded meekly.
"Could I just get some water please? I'm parched!" she ground on my cock absent-mindedly as she pressed it against her panties.
"Hmmm, ok! But you have to get me a glass too. And you have to do it naked!" she bounced with excitement at this, all her weight grinding down on my painfully erect cock and overfull balls. I guessed there was other people around, the type of house it was and the fact that she specified, she was daring me to streak!
Well, I had to try to re-assert myself here somehow and not get walked over by this tiny bombshell so I sat up, grabbed her to me, squeezing her breasts to my chest. I stood up, spun around and threw her down on her bed. I stood over her, my engorged cock towering above her. She looked up and me, squealed and giggled, kicking her legs and waving arms in joy. I couldn't dominate this woman!
'Ok, I'll do it! Which way to the kitchen?' I asked. My spirit deflated slightly even if my cock didn't.
"Oh no no no no! You have to figure that out all by yourself, my little two legged donkey!" she reached out and slapped my erect shaft, making it swing from side to side. She seemed entranced by my meat. I went to leave.
