Chapter 3 - Mike
When I get to the party, things are already in full swing.
After signing in and flirting with the hottie named Bianca at the reception area, I head inside.
After my encounter with my neighbor, Nancy, my cock’s decided it’s very much time for me to find someone to play with.
I quickly find one of my favorites, a woman named Lita that I met at the party last year.
We had used one of the private rooms upstairs, and after edging her for an hour, she begged me to fuck her.
Eventually, I gave her exactly what she wanted. I hoped she would be here.
Tonight, she’s wearing a cute French maid outfit that’s all lacy and revealing, but more importantly, she has a green ribbon on her wrist. I make my way across the room and hope that no one gets to her before me.
I have to admit, I’m not much of a sharer.
If I’m with someone, then I want all their attention on me, or at least, to be the center of their focus.
I think it’s the Dom inside me, wanting to take control and be the only one in charge.
Thankfully, she’s still on her own when I reach her.
“Oh, I thought you might be here,” she says, leaning forward so that I get an eyeful of her cleavage, tightly wrapped up in her dress.
“And I was hoping to make you moan for me again. I seem to remember you were quite loud last time.”
She almost blushes. People told us afterwards that she was shouting so loud when she came that they could hear her in the next room. I’m rather proud that it was my name she was calling out.
“Shall we get one of the bedrooms?” she asks.
I lean in so that my lips are right next to her ear. “This time it’s going to be out in the open. I want everyone to see what a good little slut you can be. And for them to see what I do to you.”
“Oh, are you going to bite me and drink my blood?” she playfully gasps as I take her hand and lead her out of the crowded room.
People are already fucking, and others are standing around watching. I want to go out to the corridor where it’s less crowded, but we can still be seen.
“I think you know exactly what I’m going to do,” I growl.
“I really was hoping you would be here tonight. You were rough and commanding and knew I could take it. A lot of the guys here are sweet, but think I’m made of china. You know you can have your way with me and I won’t break. My boundaries haven’t changed.”
She’s right. I like my sex rough. Last time, we talked about limits, so I already know what she’s up for.
Just because someone consents to you using them, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t check that your idea of rough is the same as what they’re thinking.
Luckily, Lita and I are very compatible in that regard.
I grab her and flip her to face the wall, my leg slipping between hers and making her spread them. Holding her skirt, I pull it up and see that she’s not wearing anything underneath. All the easier for me. I give her ass a sharp spank, getting a yelp of happiness in reply.
“Oh, fuck yes. Do it again. Leave a mark.”
I slap her once more, this time hard enough to leave a hand-shaped red mark on her skin.
“Ask for it,” I say, my mouth next to her ear as I push her back to the wall. The moan that escapes her lips seems to send a tremor through her body.
“Please fuck me like the naughty slut I am. Hard and deep.”
I pull the zipper down on my pants and take out my cock, pausing for a moment to slip a condom on.
Rubbing my cock against her pussy, I get another moan from her.
It would be fun to tease her a little more, but I really want to be inside her.
So instead, I slide my cock up and down her wet folds and then push deep into her.
“Oh FUCK!” she moans out loud, drawing a look from a zombie girl walking past. The zombie smiles at us and gives us a little clap before walking away. She’s cute, and wearing a green ribbon. I might have to look for her later. I wonder if Lita is into women? Now is not the time to ask.
I thrust in and out of her, and she pushes back onto me with equal force as she spreads her arms out on the wall.
I have no intention of coming with her; this is just a warmup.
But I do intend to make her orgasm so hard that when she goes home later, it will be me she’s thinking about when she’s touching herself and reminiscing about the party.
Grabbing her hips, I hammer into her, harder and faster, almost lifting her off the ground with the force. I slow down, drawing it out, teasing her with the change of speed, keeping her needy.
She looks back over her shoulder at me, panting hard. “Can I turn around? I want to see you as you fuck me.”
I slide out of her and stroke my cock as she turns, and push her back to the wall. Lifting her leg, I sink back into her pussy, filling her up. I need this as much as she does. I need to feel someone under my control and gasping at my touch.
Down the corridor I hear a door opening. No doubt another guest checking in.
Lita’s eyes roll into the back of her head and her body starts to shake again. Wrapping my hands around her, I lift her up and fuck her hard, pounding into her as she’s pinned to the wall.
With a howl, she comes, but something distracts me.
From down the corridor, I hear a gasp and I look over.
Standing in the archway down near reception is a woman dressed as a cop.
She looks like she is in her early 20s and she has that wide-eyed innocent look that drives me wild.
Her uniform is tight across her chest and her shorts look like they’re one size too small.
Even from here, I can see she’s biting her lip like she’s nervous.
She’s utterly gorgeous and I know that before the end of the night, I must have her.