Confessions Of A West Palm Slut Ch 05

My 25th birthday fell on a Sunday that year. I had taken off work and convinced Courtney to do the same. Sunday Funday Birthday Bonanza was just a few hours away. It was 2pm and Courtney had come over to my downtown apartment to get ready. My roommate and her boyfriend had gone on vacation to the Bahamas for the week so I had the place to myself.

I hung out with Courtney every free moment I had. She was my first West Palm friend and just her presence made me feel like my old self.

"Do you think I should call TJ and invite him out?" I asked Courtney.

I had met TJ at Courtney's house two weeks before. What had started as day drinking evolved into some intense doggy style sex on Courtney's couch. TJ had left abruptly after sex. I figured he was embarrassed that Courtney and Mike had walked in on us at the very tail end of our romp.

She turned from the mirror she was admiring herself in and shook her head no.

"He has a girlfriend," she muttered. "I should have told you but I didn't anticipate you two fucking."

"Such a little slut," she said with a laugh.

I joined Courtney in front of the mirror. She was wearing a lavender tank top which showed off her phenomenal cleavage. I admired her breasts and this was coming from someone with a great set of 36C's herself. She was skinny, blond, big tits. I could see why she was so popular. I reached down and adjusted my own tits to sit better in my burgundy tank.

"That's right. Show those girls off," Courtney said as she reached out and playfully squeezed my breasts. It was at that point I realized I wanted to let her touch me more.

We decided to grab drinks at her work to start. The Redskins were playing the Cowboys at 4pm and it was a decent place to watch sports. Plus, there were always hot boys there.

We arrived at the bar and grabbed two barstools at the bar. The game had already started. The bar was crowded this Sunday so there was plenty of people watching to distract me from the bludgeoning my Redskins were taking.

Courtney was a social butterfly and seemed to know everyone. If she wasn't chatting across the bar with her coworkers, she was flirting with the two cops who had stopped by to see her.

"She's a cop slut," her coworker Emily whispered to me with a laugh while sliding me a shot. "Happy Birthday!"

I took the shot and thanked her. It was my third of the day and I was feeling pretty good. Courtney rejoined me at the bar and asked if I wanted another shot - which I politely declined.

"Still leading Shawn along eh," Emily snipped at Courtney.

I learned Shawn was one of the cops Courtney had been talking to. Court had fucked him off and on for a few months a few years ago but he wanted to get serious and she did not. He still pursued her - despite her repeated rejections and the fact she had slept with four other officers on the force since.

"Fuck you," Courtney returned. "Who wants a boyfriend in West Palm Beach?"

"Aren't you dating Mike?" I asked.

"Hell no! He's just a friend. I was out of blow and he offered to bring me some."

Alright then, I thought to myself. This girl is certifiably wild.

The day turned into night and music started playing inside. Court grabbed my hand and we went out on the dance floor. We were drunk and dancing seductively with each other which was drawing plenty of male attention. I normally wasn't one to make such a spectacle but I was enjoying the attention. It was feeding my confidence.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Courtney whispered in my ear. The guys gawked at her as she made her way through them.

Back on the dance floor I was surrounded by a school of sharks. Admiring men watching me continue dancing by myself. I loved the attention. I wanted it all.

I grabbed one of the men and pulled him out to dance with me. Flirtingly touching his chest before turning around and grinding my ass against his groin. His hands were rubbing up and down my sides and I could feel his bulge pressing against me. I could feel the eyes of men on me and I loved it. I turned around and grabbed his face, planting a kiss on him figuring that would draw even more attention, but it seemed to have an opposite effect. After a minute of making out I opened my eyes to discover most of the admirers had dispersed.

I grabbed my new dance partners hand and dragged him to the bar where I took another shot.

"Wait, how did we get here?" I thought to myself.

I was in my bedroom - topless and mounted on top of the guy I had been dancing with. He was fully clothed and laying on my bed underneath me: staring up at me watching me fondle my own breasts. I leaned over, pressing his face into my bosom. The whiskers of his goatee tickled the skin on my chest. His white hands reaching up to grab them. It felt so good but I wanted more.

I hopped off of him and pulled off my jeans. My panties were soaked so I took those off too and climbed back in bed. He had taken off his shirt which exposed a hairy chest and stomach. I rubbed my fingers through it while we kissed, feeling his fingers find my wetness and enter me. His fingers curled up and hit my g spot eliciting a moan. I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled them off. I could see his hardness pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. I went to pull those off but he backed away.

His mouth found my left tit, then right. Then he made his way down to my stomach, kissing my belly button and then my mound. Finally, I felt his tongue lick the length of my vagina. I had been in West Palm for two months and finally...oral sex.

His mouth and tongue were skilled. Softly yet firmly flicking his tongue inside me. He sucked on my large labia before finding my clitoris and licking it to orgasm.

The orgasm made me sensitive down there so I pushed his head away to give myself a break. As I looked down at him I could see his face, still between my legs, looking up at me with a smile. I smiled back and laid my head back. That was quite an orgasm.

I felt his hands roll my hips back and I braced for more oral. What happened next would be life changing.

I felt his tongue on me but not where I expected. His tongue had made its way even further south, now licking my asshole. I had never experienced this before and I froze. It felt wrong and right at the same time. Above all else - it felt amazing! His tongue darted in and out of my asshole, then along the crack of my ass. As good as it felt, I was self conscious and pulled his head away.

I pulled him up on top of me. His weight felt good resting on top of me, our tongues mingling again. I pulled his boxer briefs down and he completed the removal process, tossing them on the pillow next to my head as I lay on my back, naked, exposed. He then unexpectedly straddled my torso. I knew exactly what he wanted. I pushed my perfect 36C tits together and he slid his dick between them. It looked about 5.5" although it was hard to estimate as it repeatedly disappeared into my cleavage. I loved my tits and they were getting the attention they deserved.

"I want you inside of me," I motioned to him, spreading my legs.

"But your tits are so perfect, I don't want to stop fucking them," he smiled as he removed his dick from my tits and pushed it up against my wet pussy.

"We can do that again later," I winked as he slid inside me.

He was pumping slowly. His chest pressed against mine and he was already sweaty. I gyrated my hips up to meet his missionary thrusts as his pace picked up. I could feel his breath getting heavier and heavier as he fucked me faster and harder. His weight was pressing on just the right spot on my pelvis. His face was turned away from mine, his whole body thrusting on top of me, and I could see his hairy ass pumping rapidly like a jack rabbit. He pulled out of me and I expected him to cum, but instead he mounted my chest again and rubbed his cock between my tits. I smiled and pushed them together again. This guy really likes titty fucking I guess. I liked the visual of his dick between my tits although it did nothing for me physically. The titty fucking did not last long this time as he pulled his dick from between my tits and shoved it in my mouth - but not before a stream of cum had shot across my cheek. The forcefulness of his cock being shoved into my mouth and the unexpected facial caught me off guard. His dick pulsed, emptying a thick load down my throat.

He un-mounted my face and rolled over exhausted. I rolled over, laying my head against his sweaty chest and playfully massaged his softening penis.

I must have drifted off as I was awoken by him putting on his clothes. I was in bed naked, remnants of dried cum still on my cheek as a souvenir from the night before. The clock showed 638am.

"I've gotta get to work," he said as he slipped on his shoes and walked to the door.

"Wait," I blurted out, eager to catch him before he left. "What's your name?"