This is my first story I have ever written. Everything I have written is based on true events. Happy reading!
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Seriously, it's not even midnight and I can already hear champagne bottles popping open. My roommates are practically alcoholics at this point in the game. 9pm and our party hasn't even started, in fact- nobody has shown up yet as I'm finishing up the last bit of taping for the decorations. Black and gold everywhere in my small apartment, glittered balloons filled the ceiling, glitter was everywhere- hell, the Jello shots were even glitter. I shimmy my way into my tightest and shortest black dress because why the hell not? It's New Years and my fiancé doesn't usually see me in revealing clothes. As I get ready for my friends to arrive I curl my blond locks and let them fall freely to my shoulders and add a dab of my bright cherry lipstick. I look hot. I'm not used to this.
I typically wear loose fitting tops and leggings with a ponytail- but not tonight. I smile as I see this alter-ego of myself glancing back in the mirror. "This is too much" I think to myself. I then begin to doubt myself but before I could change my mind, there's a knock at the door. My already drunk roommate screams in delight and runs to open it. It's too late for me at this point. My best friend has already called me out on my little black dress look. I blush now that the attention is on me. My fiancé squeezes my ass behind the kitchen counter as our guests begin to pile the beer in. The night goes on with various rounds of drinking games and before I know it I am in my room with my sheer black tights down to my ankles.
Two hours have passed and I've had a few shots to many while on the other-hand my fiancé was still fairly sober. He pushes me onto my back and I can already feel myself getting wet as I hit the bed. I am drunk to the point that I'm not very quick to respond so I just laid back and let it all happen. Slowly I feel my tights slide down my legs. All of the lights are on and although he is my fiancé I feel very exposed. Staring into my eyes he slides a finger into my pussy. Pushing in and out I can feel myself begin to breathe heavily. I let out a low whimper of pleasure and he pushes his hand over my mouth and tells me to not make a sound- we have guests and it would be rude if they weren't in on the fun. My legs spread open and he begins to kiss my stomach, slowly moving down towards my clit and his warm tongue is now flicking quickly. The intensity is making me squirm and his breath slightly tickles my inner thighs. His grip holds my legs still against the bed. I begin to wonder how long we have been away from the party when he begins to nibble my clit. He slides three fingers in massaging my insides roughly but ever so sensitively. I feel the pressure building up. I want to cum but I want this to last. I can't take it anymore.
My face is flushing, heart pounding, insides shaking. As he finishes sucking on my pussy I feel the electric shock of my orgasm rush through my body and up my spine. Digging into my pussy a few last times as it pulsates on his hands I let out a breath of relief. I lie there breathlessly as he smiles of his accomplishment. I have always loved when he makes me his. It's the greatest part about our sex life. It's why we work. I am the ruler of our roost when it comes to our daily adult lives as far as time management, our finances, etc. but he practically owns me in the bedroom. As my breathing slows he lays beside me, circling his fingers through my dress around my nipples. My drunken body takes it, feeling the tingling all inside my body. He begins to whisper in my ear and I can smell my feminine scent from his breath, "Happy New Years babe. My turn."
