Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 5 (Sex fantasy)

Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.

"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.

I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.

When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.

"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.

People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.

I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.

I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.

I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.

As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.

"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"

I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.

It also made me more excited.

I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.

As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.

I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.

With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.

There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.

I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.

Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.

I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.

"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.

I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.

"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.

"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.

I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.

"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.

I blushed even redder then tried again.

"Here, let me show you."

He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.

He handed it back. "Try now."

I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.

"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.

I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.

My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.

I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.

I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.

I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.

They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.

Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.

The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.

Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.

I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.

I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.

My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.

They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.

I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.

Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.

They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.

Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.

They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.

I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.

He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.

He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.

After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.

"Our turn fucker."

The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.

Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.

The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.

My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.

He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.

Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.

Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.

The big game (Fantasy I wrote for someone)

Okay, here is a story I wrote for someone. I have been a bit moody lately, he put up with me, so I rewarded him.


"Hey, I am going to a party. Want to join?"

"Sure. It is boring here anyways."

I throw on one of my favorite dresses, some makeup, and we leave for the party.

We arrive, and I notice something strange. It seems it is all guys.

"Wait, I thought you said party?"

"Yeah, it is for the game tonight."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have stayed home."

He knew how I hated these "game parties".

A bunch of men, yelling at the TV, and eating junk food.

I growled under my breath as we went in.

I looked around, and there were 10 guys, and no women.

Yeah, big surprise, that.

"Hey, great! Can you help us with the snacks?"

They looked directly at me. Like "Hey, it's a woman. She can serve us food."

It only made me more upset at my husband.

So, I did the "good little woman" thing, and started getting some snacks, beers out of the fridge, and passing them around.

I noticed one guy who kept leering at me. I could see his eyes checking me out.

A creepy feeling washed over me, but I ignored it.

The night continued, and I turned into the good little hostess, regardless of what I wanted. The men got louder, my husband and the others got drunker, and the one started to get a little...freer with his hands. Twice he tried to slip his hand up my dress. He tried to lift it. Kept trying to stare into my top.

Honestly, the guy creeped me out, but, I was annoyed. I wanted to slap my husband for not telling me before he asked if I wanted to join.

"Party" I snorted. The creepy guy heard me. He was handsome, but the way he kept looking at me, I wanted him gone.

But, he also gave me an idea on how to get revenge.

I whispered something in his ear, and he asked the creepy guy to leave.

"Thank you," I told him, and honored my end of the deal. He stood there, grinning like some silly school boy.

I slipped my panties off, being careful not to expose anything, and handed them to him. My husband's jaw dropped open, but he didn't say anything.

After that, I decided to have a drink or two myself. I might as well try to have some fun.

As the night wore on, I got a few looks, more curious than anything. Some of the guys did admire me, but it didn't make my skin crawl like the other guy.

As I drank, I noticed my legs were slightly parted.

That gave me another idea.

I shifted my dress up a bit and say there, legs spread wide.

One of the guys looked at me, and I knew from the angle he was at he saw more of me than he expected, sitting there, in a dress, legs spread.

I also knew he did because suddenly he was spitting and sputtering, as his drink went down the wrong way.

I smiled at him, and he smiled weakly at me, then turned away.

But, he could not seem to take his eyes off me out of the corner of his eye.

My husband was pretty much completely drunk by now, and many of the others were too, but not all. Some didn't seem to be drinking much.

I felt a bit tipsy myself. I was not used to drinking.

I grabbed my husband, and pulled him next to me.

He looked at my exposed legs, and put his hand on them.

"I didn't realize your dress was that short." He didn't even seem to realize I had pulled it up.

Tipsy, a bit mad at him, I pushed his hand further up. Poor him, he didn't realize it wasn't for him, it was for the others.

He didn't even think about everyone seeing his wife, just got caught up in the moment. His hand slipped up my leg, exposing my entire outer thigh.

From his angle, you couldn't see much, but I could see more eyes turning towards us. And many of those eyes could see more than my husband could.

Several of those eyes stayed on us.

I turned my head towards my husband, lips connecting, kissing him deeply. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I am also a little irrational when I get angry. And can be very petty. When I get like that, I can take things a little too far.

Too drunk to really think about where he was, he got into the kiss. Soon, his hands were trying to explore my body. He grasped my breast through my dress, squeezing it slightly.

He also ran his hand over the top of my upper thigh, then towards the front. Feeling nothing there, except me, drove his lust higher. He no longer even thought about, and not even sure he remembered, the others around us. His hands pushed my dress up, fully exposing me.

I did not forget where we were, or who was around us though. I watched them, and their eyes, glued to my husband's hand meeting my naked pussy.

He pulled my legs apart, pushed his fingers inside me. I almost climaxed, doing this, here, in front of all these men.

His other hand went around behind my neck. Our lips still locked, our tongues still exploring, he fumbled around, trying to find the zipper.

No one said a word. The TV, the game, had become the only noise other than my husband's heavy breaths.

I reached over, stroking the front of his pants. He was finally erect. I wasn't completely sure he would be able to with how drunk he was.

I played around with the cloth, covering his penis. Played with the zipper. Finally, he found the clasp of my dress, undid it, started to try to unzip it.

I say try, because he wasn't doing that great. Fumbly fingers don't do well with dress zippers.

He tugged, and his fingers slipped. He found, and they slipped again.

I turned him sideways, hands on his knees, guiding him, so if he looked straight, he would not suddenly remember where he was.

Then, I stood up, dress settling back in place again, and kneeled on the couch in front of him.

I bent down, face in his lap, unzipping his pants with my teeth. Finally, they were down.

This let him get better access to the zipper in the back. Reaching over my head he was able to slowly get it down.

I pulled his underwear with my teeth, not wanting to use my hands. Why? I don't know, more challenge, and maybe I could match his pace, so I freed him while he freed me.

He got the zipper down, exposing my back, causing the front to fall forward slightly. The men watching got an eyeful of my breasts, at least from the side. I no longer watched them, but could feel them watching us.

I freed his penis before he could get the zipper over my hips. It might expose my top, but the dress was by no means free.

I took his penis in my mouth, sucking it, licking it working it in and out.

Playing with the head. Running my lips and tongue along the shaft.

Finally, he got the zipper all the way down. My dress now hung completely off from the top, not just a large gap exposing my breasts, but completely topless.

I was so wet already, and wanted to get to the next stage before he realized. I was still surprised he hadn't even noticed all the guys staring, but I didn't care.

I wanted them to watch.

No panties, dress already down, I moved his hands, stood up and kneeled on top of him. Leg between his leg and the cushion, other leg close to slipping off the other side completely, I lifted the dress up to access his penis.

I worked it inside me. He closed his eyes as I worked it, little by little, until he was deep inside.

I let the dress bundle atop us again.

I wanted them to see us having sex. I didn't want them to see me being penetrated.

I slowly started moving my hips, as I straddled him, top completely exposed, bottom hidden by the dress fallen around our groins.

I worked his penis, pulling myself off it, before pushing myself back on.

I closed my eyes as I felt him inside me, savoring it, wanting it.

I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the feeling of eyes upon me.

I saw a flash.

I opened my eyes, and reached over. The guy was so close I was able to grab the phone out of his hand.

He jumped back in surprise, and my other hand pushed my husband's face into my cleavage, between my breasts.

I gave the man a wicked smile and motioned him to come closer.

With one hand on my husband's head, shoving him into my cleavage, the other grabbed the guys hair as I pulled his ear to my mouth, guided by his long hair.

"I will keep your phone until I can delete the pictures. And tell the others if they take a picture of me, I will make sure they regret it."

He tried to sneer, and I pulled his hair harder.

"Next time," I whispered into his ear, "I will pull your sack instead, and squeeze. And you have a naked woman in this room, want to bet what you wife would say if I said you took part?"

He looked at his ring on his finger, and decided it would be best to not challenge me.

"Now be good and tell the others." I whispered to him.

I put my fingers to my lips to let them know to stay quiet, the whole time still moving my hips slowly.

But, I could also feel him getting soft. The alcohol and not enough stimulation wasn't helping.

He quietly told the others, and they kept their phones to themselves.

I let my husband pull his head back finally, and bent my neck down to kiss him deeply.

I moved my hips faster, faster, speeding up, stopping. He stiffened up again, and I rode him. I savored him. I savored their eyes.

I could feel my pussy tighten around him, could feel him respond.

I climaxed, causing my pussy to squeeze him, his penis suddenly cumming deep inside of me.

He lay back, closing his eyes. Soon, he was passed out.

I zipped up my dress, got everyone more drinks and snacks, and let them continue watching the game.

"I wonder how much my husband will remember in the morning?"

I Am a Cuckoldress (Request story)

So, this is a story I wrote for someone. I told her it was her story, and she could do whatever she wanted. She posted it on EP as her story, which is fine with me, but also said that I could post it on my blog. Here is the story I wrote for her:

“But mommy, I don’t want to go to bed yet.”


“I don’t care if you want to or not. You know the rules.”


Pouting, she shuffled off to bed, occasionally turning towards me, sticking out her bottom lip.


Once she was in her bedroom, I snuck over, peeking in to make sure she was snuggled in her bed. Playing on her bed, she didn't notice me.


“Uhmm.”


She eeped once, quickly snuggled under her covers, and pulled the blanket over her head. Good enough.


I walked back to my own bedroom, noting my husband was still home.


“You need to hurry. It looks like it is going to rain, so you need to leave now.”


“I know, I know. I am almost done.”


He quickly finished getting ready, grabbed his case, and started towards the living room.


“I know he is coming over. Please try to take your time. I would love to join you two.”


I mumbled something under my breath.


“I will take that as a yes, if I finish up this meeting on time. They need to fly out tomorrow, so I shouldn’t be home too late. Please try to wait for me.”


I mumbled something non-committal, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.


With that, he was out the door, starting up the car, driving away.


I quickly called my lover on the phone.


“He just left. You are almost here, right?”


“I will be there in a couple minutes.”


I shivered in anticipation. Going back to the bedroom, I took off robe, slipping on my black lace bikini cut panties, followed by my black mesh nightie.


Ding dong.


I rushed to the door, unlocking it, throwing it open, my lover waiting there, looking me up and down, everything exposed yet covered in my see through nightie.


He stepped up to me, kissing me while his fingers flicked my nipples through the fabric.


Stepping away from him, I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, I started pulling off his clothes. He was eager enough to help.


Once naked, I pulled him along with me to the bed, laying down, pulling him on top of me.


My legs spread wide, welcoming him, begging him to put his gorgeous, huge penis inside my pussy. I pulled my lips apart, his head coming to rest against my entrance.


He pushed inside me, slowly at first, then faster. His penis, so big, thrust deep inside, reaching areas my husband’s penis would never be able to. It filled me, completed me.


We started slow at first, hanging off the edge of the bed, pounding, pausing before he climaxed, then pounding me again. We continued making love, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. My husband’s stamina never held up, almost always coming within a short time, while my lover could go on and on as long as he wanted. Finally, he decided it was time, and thunder crashed outside the window just as he came deep inside my pussy, buried inside almost to my cervix.


With the thunder came another surprise. The bedroom door creaked open, and my daughters head poked in.


Shocked by the surprise guest, my lover sprang away from me, pulling the blanket away from me, leaving my legs spread open, pussy swollen with his cum as it leaked down. I froze instantly, a deer caught in the headlights, my mind not knowing what to do as my daughter’s eyes glued themselves to my pussy, to the sticky cream leaking out of it, down my legs.


“Mommy, the thunder scared me.” She cried, not sure what she was seeing, not sure what she was supposed to do.


Coming to my senses, I sent my lover off to the bathroom, found a robe and put it on, concealing my nudity. I took her back to her bedroom, thinking what I would say to her, tucked her in, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. My lover had already left by the time I was able to get back to the bedroom, and his cum had already dried on my leg.


The next day, I sat my daughter down and explained what she had seen last night. I explained that I loved daddy, but he did not make me happy in every way. I explained that some parts of daddy was small, and I wanted more, just like how she liked some toys more than others. They were just more fun. The man last night was my toy. He was more fun, had a much bigger toy, and played games much longer than daddy. I explained that when a big boy and girl played together, they would sometimes get too excited, and then white, sticky cream would come from them. To show her, I grabbed a soda, took her outside, shook it up, and opened it.


“See sweety? Like that. People, if they get too excited, also have cream that comes out. The cream is used to make babies. That is how you were made.”


“You mean like when I get scared, or excited, and I accidently potty myself?”


“Something like that,” I chuckled.


We discussed more, me trying to make sure she understood, but in a way that was appropriate for her age. She finally understood.


Now, my lover comes over frequently, and my daughter tells him that he better play good games that makes mommy happy.