Confessions Of A Slut Ch 22

I put my vibrator back in the drawer. I had just treated myself to another session with my new favorite toy. It had been nearly two weeks since I had sex. Both Derek and I had been working a lot and our schedules weren't matching up when we were off work. I had given him a blow job in his police cruiser one night after I got off work but right now I was feening more. I tried to get him to come over real quick before his shift today but he couldn't. Hurricane Wilma was bearing down on West Palm and nearly the whole police force was called to action; hence the vibrator session.

Pinky, my affectionate nickname for my vibrator had done its job. Sure, the nickname wasn't creative but creativity was never my strong suit. I was still wet but I could hear people downstairs so I did on some panties and shorts and a burgundy Redskins T-shirt and wandered downstairs.

Courtney and I had invited a few coworkers over to crash at our place. Courtney's place had hurricane shutters and was much safer than most other West Palm homes. We had dubbed it a hurricane party. While most of West Palm was stocking up on water and toilet paper, we stocked up on blow and booze.

Other than Courtney and I, there were seven people present. There were the bartenders Emily and Cali; Mandy the hostess; Parker, Travis, and Carlos the busboys; and Ashley the waitress.

The drinks were flowing and so was the gossip.

"Allison slept with one of the cooks," Emily divulged. Allison was an older waitress. She was in her mid-thirties, recently divorced, and could be described as a certifiable nutcase.

"I heard someone sucked dick between the dumpsters out back," Travis laughed.

"Gross! No way," Cali screamed.

"There are some real skanks in this town. It's disgusting," Emily chimed in.

I was mortified. Who could have possibly seen me and Rod back there? That was months ago. I kept quiet. No one here knew who it was and I wanted to keep it that way.

I looked over at Courtney who motioned her head toward her bedroom. I took the hint and met her in there. She was already perched over the bathroom sink snorting a line.

"You?" She smiled.

"Me what?" I said nervously.

"Do you want a line?"

I was relieved and obliged.

"It was Ashely."

"What was Ashley?" I asked.

"The dumpster blow job."

"How do you know?"

"Pillow talk with Marshall. He was parked in his car in the back and they didn't notice him."

Marshall was the owner of the bar. I had only seen him a few times - once when I interviewed for the job and twice when he had brought friends and family in for brunch or post-golf drinks.

"Courtney, ew. He's like sixty!"

"Sixty-four. And who are you to judge. Rick was so much older that he has a daughter older than you. And you fucked him while a picture of her was staring right at you," she laughed.

Sometimes I wished I didn't divulge so many details about my sex life to Courtney. This was one of those times.

We returned to the living room and rejoined the conversation. It was, of course, still centered on sex. These people had a lot of sex. It made me less self-conscious of my promiscuity. I found myself aroused. My eyes kept finding Ashley. I never would have thought she would be so scandalous. Maybe one day I'd reveal were were dumpster sisters but for now I was just relieved that it wasn't me they were taking about.

Drinks flowed and the night wore on. I was tipsy but not tired. Still, I wanted a pick me up and began to walk up to my room to grab my bag of blow. My phone rang. It was my ex-boyfriend Matt. What could he possibly want? I stopped at the base of the stairs and instead opened the door to the garage and answered his call.

"Umm, hello?"

"Kelly. How are you doing?"

"Good. Ummm, what do you need?"

"I heard a hurricane is going to hit you guys. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

That was sweet of him but Matt wasn't a sweet guy. Something was off.

"Why did you really call Matt?"

After some silence he confessed.

"I fucked Tracy last night. I wanted to let you know before you heard from somebody else."

Tracy was a good friend of mine in college. At least I thought she was a good friend. Her and Matt always seemed to get along well so I probably shouldn't have been so surprised. My brain instantly pictured them naked and sucking and my blood began to boil.

"Are you mad?" Matt asked.

"No," I lied.

Just then the garage door opened. It was Parker.

"Oh sorry. I thought this was the bathroom," Parker said.

"There's one at the top of the stairs," I replied.

Parker shut the door.

"Who was that?" Matt asked.

"He's a coworker. We are all sheltering at Courtney's until the storm passes."

"Have you fucked him?"

"No, Matt! He's like twenty-one years old and skinny as a rail. I'm done with this conversation. I'll call you some other time."

I hung up the phone. I couldn't believe Tracy had fucked Matt. Part of it made me mad. Part of it turned me on.

I walked inside and continued upstairs to my room. At the same time Parker walked out of the bathroom.

"Bump?" I asked.

"Sure!" Parker answered as he followed me into my room.

I grabbed the bag and cut two lines on my nightstand. I snorted one and then stepped back let him have his turn.

Parker was tall - slightly over six feet and could not have weighed more than one hundred sixty pounds. His young bushy hair curled up in the back exposing the pale skin of someone who spent too much time indoors.

"Thanks Kel," he said as he began to walk out of the room.

My hand reached out and grabbed him.

"Fuck me real quick," I blurted out.

"What?!?!"

"Real quick. No one needs to know. I haven't had sex in two weeks and all this sex talk..." I trailed off. I could sense I was coming in too strong.

"I'm not even hard right now."

"Then take off you pants Parker."

"Huh?"

"Take them off. I'll get you hard."

"But the door is open Kel."

"Now Parker!"

He clumsily took off his pants, nearly tipping over in the process. His balls were abnormally big and hung cartoonishly between his legs. His dick was soft and small. At least it looked small with his huge balls providing the backdrop.

I knelt down and took his flaccid penis in my mouth. The sucking of my lips stretched his dick and the caresses of my tongue quickly brought him to life. What was once two inches had now grown to five and a half inches of incredibly thick cock. I loved my vibrator but nothing could replace the real thing and I couldn't wait any longer. I took off my shorts and panties, both of us standing there in nothing but a T-shirt. I turned around and bent over, my hands resting against the dresser to brace myself.

I felt the head of his cock push against my pussy. I reached back between my legs and helped guide it in my already wet vagina. It felt so good. I missed this feeling. I needed this feeling.

He pumped slowly at first. I could feel his thickness pushing my lips to the side like ropes being moved to allow a VIP entry to a party. He started fucking me faster and harder. I reached down and rubbed my clit and could feel his balls occasionally sway up and smack my fingers. The absurdity of his balls would have made me laugh if I wasn't so close to coming. I could feel it building and just needed a few more seconds to achieve orgasm. Parker gave me that but just barely as we were within about thirty seconds of coming simultaneously.

His dick was resting inside me and I could feel his shaft pulsing and pumping his last bit of cum inside me. I ran to the bathroom and emptied most of his cum out of my pussy and into the toilet. There was so much cum it was laughable.

I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom to find Parker had returned downstairs. I put my panties and shorts back on, but as I began to walk out of my room I felt even more cum drip out of me and into my panties.

I would need to wait a while and put on new panties. A minor inconvenience and well worth it.