Oral Obsessions:

"Alright ladies, we have our list of challenges!" said an overly perky maid of honor for my cousin's bachelorette party. My cousin was the perfect skinny blonde cheerleader type that was always perfect no matter what she did. Our grandmother raised us and lets just say we took different paths in life. All through school she was the perfect one and I was the fat one.

She never flat out made fun of me, I guess, but she definitely made comments and was even one of those types of bitches that said things like, "You'd be so pretty if you just lost weight, Alexandria. You know you have a pretty face, you just have to stop stuffing it with food." She meant well in her own self centered BS way, but whatever. We had each other's backs when our moms died, and to this day we will fight tooth and nail for each other. Our personalities do better apart, except for the family obligations.

This leads us to me sitting in a party limo full of tipsy, wine cooler barbies, on the way to a club where a VIP booth is waiting for the twelve of us to arrive and party til dawn. Among the copy and paste girls that make up my cousin's circle were a few that seemed chill. I hit it off with a thicker girl who called herself Jazz and her queer best friend Jasper. They liked to smoke and thankfully brought a THC vape pen that they shared with me and Jazz.

I look at the bachelorette scavenger hunt challenge list we've just been handed.

Interactive Challenges:

5 points Get someone to buy the bride a shot

5 points Get a random guy's phone number

5 points Hit on someone using a cheesy pick up line

15 points Get someone to give the bride a lap dance

15 points Propose to a total stranger

15 points Arm wrestle a muscular guy

20 points Take a body shot off a stranger

20 points Get a guy to give the bride his boxers

Photo Challenges:

8 points Dance on the table or bar

8 points Strike a pose with two strangers

12 points Photobomb another group's picture and get them to post on their Insta

12 points Have a stranger take a selfie with you and post on their Insta

20 points Snap a picture in the men's bathroom

20 points Get a guy to show off his muscles in a picture

25 points Get a picture behind the bar

25 points Video of someone in your group riding a mechanical bull

25 points Take a video of the bride getting a piggyback ride

I laughed, riding a mellow high. We arrived at the nightclub already in full swing. The limo dropped us off at a VIP side door, so we skipped the lines and it made me feel like a celebrity. I giggled sharing this thought with Jazz and Jasper who also found it hilarious. The rest of the girls were "ooh-ing and ahh-ing" about the fabulousness of the evening. They all looked sexy in their flashy, glittering, rhinestone covered outfits. I slid out of the limo reminding myself of the confident sexy big beautiful woman I am. I strutted inside with my head held as high as my 'fuck me' heels, feeling snatched in my hip hugging jean leggings, breasts popping in a black and nude bustier under a sleek black blazer. My style is sexy, edgy, and dominant. Whether the confidence is real or not I guess I'll find out but I'm great at pretending.

As the night continues we live it up, partying. Jazz, Jasper and I hit the dance floor together. The music is thumping, the bass vibrating through me in a delicious sensation. The crowd of hot bodies, mixed with the lights and rhythms had me turned on. We passed the vape pen back and forth as we casually danced closer and closer together. Jasper was dancing behind me and was pulled into another group. They gave us the thumbs up showing they were okay. I nodded and gave them their space to thrive.

"There is a guy at the bar watching us. Wanna give him a show?" Jazz moved closer dancing with me, she leaned in my ear.

I smiled intrigued at her offer. She wiggled her eyebrows and started dancing against me. I ran my hands down her hips as she pushed her ass into me. She snaked her hand up to my neck and turned my head to face him. He practically drooled. He wasn't creepy, just enjoying a hot visual. His elbow rested on the bar and the other on his knee. I led her body as we danced increasingly more sexually as the song progressed. At the end of it I turned her around and gave her a kiss on her lips and smacked her ass. She threw her head back laughing.

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to the bar. We walked right up to him, Jazz slid in the sliver of open space at the bar. He didn't even seem to notice her, his eyes didn't leave me. I felt myself smiling at him, he shyly returned the smile. Something about him felt different. I didn't think he was there trolling for pussy, his eyes were curious but sad overall, like he was lonely.

"Hey stud, wanna buy me a drink?" I casually flirted, testing the waters. I'm horny, not stupid. He could still be a serial killer or something. His eyes lit up, his smile spread happily.

"Sure beautiful, what'll you have?" he asked.

"I love Blow Jobs" I said, meaning it in every way.

His eyes dropped to my lips, I couldn't help but suck in my bottom lip biting it. He swallowed, even with his thick beard I could see his throat move. I stood closer, almost touching him but in the space just before his widespread jean-clad legs could touch me. I felt the heat coming off him, his hands twitched slightly, he wanted to touch me.

"I like a woman who knows what she wants." his warm tone deepened with arousal. He turns to the bar ordering the shot. Jazz spun around with two beverages of her own with an eyebrow raised. She nodded her head in his direction. Before we could discuss he turned around completing our trio.

"So are you local?" Jazz asked him, making conversation. He nodded before answering

"Local for now, I'm finishing up grad school. No clue where I'll end up from there."

I smiled at how his cheeks wrinkled when he talked.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked, knowing he had to be in his mid to late twenties. A beard like that requires maturity.

He laughed warmly, "I'm getting my masters in veterinary medicine. It's taken most of my twenties but I have always wanted to take care of animals so it's been worth it."

"That's so sweet! Congrats, my dude!" Jazz said happily.

I stuck my hand out to shake his. "I'm Alexandria but the best people call me Alex."

His hand larger than mine took mine warmly in a handshake before he pressed it to his lips, giving the back of my hand a quick peck. It was a respectful gentlemanly gesture. I wasn't used to men like that. I found him intriguing to say the least."It's a pleasure to meet you, Alex. I'm Vic." he said as he released my hand.

The bartender returned with my 'Blow Job' shot. Vic thanked him and turned to present it to me. I smiled and looked right at him as I moved my wavy chocolate hair out of my way. I dipped my head down, opened my mouth to enclose the rim of the shot glass with my lips. I circled my tongue getting the cream off the top and with a tight seal on the glass I tossed my head back swallowing the shot fully before coming forward and dropping the glass back onto his palm. His eyes wide, clearly impressed. I wiped the corner of my mouth and winked at him.

"Why don't you come celebrate with us? It's my cousin's bachelorette party." I said, inviting him to come back to the VIP lounge.

"Sure!" he said eagerly. I take his hands and turn around in his arms. I put his hands on my hips letting him feel me. I look over my shoulder at him and explain, "So we don't get separated by the crowd." He smiled widely, clearly happy with the physical contact. Navigating the crowded club we got pressed together a few times. If I'm not mistaken I felt the stirrings of something as he was so close behind me. We walked up to the raised booth with partial privacy from sheer curtains that hung on either side. We were the only ones from the group back at the table. I still held Vic's hands on my body. I lifted mine and with a gentle squeeze of my waist he let his hands drift down to his side. He sat down in the middle of the U-shaped sofa bench. I sat beside him and Jazz sat on the other side of him.

"So are ya dating anyone, Vic?" Jazz asked as she passed me one of the drinks in her hands, "This is for you, it's something fruity."

"Thanks, Doll." I said leaning over his lap to grab the drink. His face inches from my full chest, definitely looking at my tits. I looked over at him, grinning. His cheeks scrunched up and he smiled sheepishly. I sat back sipping the drink she gave me, citrus and something else delicious.

"No actually, my girlfriend dumped me last week. She got a job opportunity across the country. That's what she said, however she was also hooking up with this guy who offered her the job every time she flew out there, so I guess pick your reason?." He said more matter of factly than broken hearted.

"Bummer", Jazz said.

"I bet the real reason is she couldn't handle the monster you must be packing." I said, looking down at his lap. I saw his dick twitch at my attention. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him.

"You know he could help us with these challenges." Jazz suggested. "They might be kind of fun." She said with a flirty shrug that bounced her tits.

"Can we use your phone, Vic?" I asked, batting my eyelashes adding a mocking pout I've found guys like. He grabbed his phone immediately.

I'll take any pictures you want." He agreed as he pulled up the camera.

I slid off my blazer, setting it aside. I put my arm around his shoulders and let my breast press against his arm. I snuck a peak and was greeted with another twitch of his crotch. I bit my lip.

"Thanks sugar. Maybe we can repay you later." I said hoping he got the hint and also hoping like hell he wanted me too. His warm Hazel eyes locked on to me. Even as Jazz was saying she was unfortunately "off the market tonight", his eyes never left mine. Fuck, he had me going.

"I would love to hangout later." Vic said, obviously hard he was straining against his jeans.

"First we need to pose with him 'Charlie's Angels' style." Jazz, I had learned, was an artist who offered nude painting classes and sold paintings. We let her decide everything while we both flirted with our eyes and 'accidentally' on purpose touches, testing boundaries silently. Throughout our photo shoot, half with and half without Jazz, we all shared her thc pen. Vic had one of us in each arm for the first picture, then one with us kissing his cheeks. Another picture had all three of us standing. We did the Charlie's Angel pose and as we continued, the posing became less and less social media friendly. Jazz decided to stay behind the camera.

"You two are fucking hot" she assured us. He stood the same height as me in my 'fuck me' heels. She had us standing with his legs spread and me squatting down so my mouth was level with his crotch. I positioned myself half in front and half beside him, my hand on his thick sturdy thigh the other on his plump ass. I looked over my shoulder and she took a picture. I looked up at him, locking eyes with him, and she took another picture. He cupped my face running his thumb over my chin, she took another picture. She wanted me to straddle his lap and I laughed as he sat back, his erection pushing against his jeans in a way that made me want to desperately just hop on.

"You sure you want me to sit on you? You think you are strong enough to hold me?" I asked hoping I wasn't ruining the moment but I had to ask for my sake.

"It would be my pleasure for you to sit on me, gorgeous." He looked at me like I was a freshly baked pie and he was a man starving, and I was baked just for him. Well I was baked so I jumped on and immediately felt elevated further as his bulge rubbed against me. I had almost forgotten about the bachelorette party.

"Fuck yes" Vic said, stifling a moan as he wrapped his arms around my waist and thrust up. He was rock solid, his member pulsing against my inner thigh. I forgot Jazz was still taking pictures. I bit my bottom lip, loving feeling him. The music was still thumping, the dim lighting plus curtains kept us just out of view as we teased each other. I ran my hands through his lighter brown hair. I grabbed his hair gently and smothered his face into my ample bosom. His hands tightened around my ass pushing me further into him in every way. He held me like he wanted to melt into my plush body. He pulled free when he needed air, but then I sat back again and made full contact with his dick. My hands, still in his hair, pulled his face to mine. I kissed his lips and ground against his cock to the beat of the music.

"Sorry to interrupt but they are coming back" Jazz said, bringing us back to earth

There was no way I was able to hold it off any longer. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him pop like warm champagne. I slid off him, grabbing my blazer and phone. He looked around in a fog. I grabbed him by his hand and pulled him to his feet. We passed by the bachelorette group that were too drunk to notice us leaving, but I did wave at my cousin so she would have visuals of me there most of the evening. Jazz could fill them in. She handed Vic his phone and gave me a quick hug and a kiss before we left.

Vic followed me silently as I pulled him through the crowd of dancing bodies.

"Is your car here?" I asked turning to face him so he could hear me over the music. He nodded. We dipped out of the side VIP door as we walked. He put his arm around me. I draped the blazer over my arm in front of my soft stomach. It was a comfortable walk in silence as we walked to the back where his Bronco was parked. He unlocked and opened the door for me like a true gentleman. He then sat in the driver's seat unsure of what to do next it seemed.

"I want to suck your dick." I told him.

He looked at me confused. Then he chuckled.

"Are you serious? You want to suck my dick?" He asked unbelievably.

"Yeah, blow jobs are my kink." I admit. I'm not ashamed of what I like.

" Fuck that's hot. Are you real?" He joked, but I could tell he was genuinely shocked at my question. I picked up his hand and placed it on the exposed tops of my breasts in the nude and black bustier. He gasped and fondled the soft flesh.

"Your ex isn't fond of BJ's?" I asked him

"Once a year, we were together two." Was his answer. I smiled at him

"Well then, I'm going to suck every ounce of those two years out of you. Feel free to record, ya know, just in case she ever needed proof of how okay you are post break up."

I knew my skills, I have a complete burning passion on getting my men off. Every encounter is a hot and passionate experience. Never to be repeated but always to be remembered. I live life my way. I liked this man, this Vic guy, he was sweet and charming and his ex seemed like a prude. So as a happy graduation gift why not an epic blow job?

He leaned his seat back and unbuckled his belt. While I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans he freed my tits from the bustier and lifted his ass up so I could pull his pants to his knees. His firm grip on my tits squeezed slowly until my nipples strained. I whimpered as he released the pressure on my tits. His grip was still firm enough to pull me to him so he could suckle my sensitive nipples. I ran my hands in his hair as I leaned across the center console for him. I pulled his face into my newly released jiggly jugs. His hands cup them, smashing his head between them. I never knew how good this could feel. I was soaked.

"I need to suck your dick." I said biting my lip as he sucked hard on my nipple, pinching the other, harmonizing the deliciously painful pleasure. I could see the drop of precum collected on the tip of his impressive manhood. I licked my lips and he let go reluctantly letting me have my way. I lower myself to lick his tip clean. I sucked his tip into my mouth wrapping my lips around his massive member. I sucked him down my throat to the hilt, my tongue flat against the underside of his dick. His moan was instant, a whispered "fuck, that's nice"

escaped from his lips.

I lapped at his balls, taking my time, getting to know what he liked. His gentle and caressing hand found the back of my neck. I rested my body on the center console for better support as I crossed my legs sitting back on my feet. I squeezed my thighs together, causing my thick pussy to put pressure on my swollen clit. I take my time, wanting to savor this. I slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom tip.I heard him suck air through his teeth. I couldn't make the best eye contact with him from this position. I could, however, make eye contact with his camera. Through his camera, he was watching every move I made. I had his full attention in every way and that turned me on even more. I thought I was going to cum just from blowing him.

I slowly bobbed up and down on his thick, throbbing passion. His body was relaxed yet firm with his mind and muscles focused on not getting off too quickly. I had control of this masculine and sensitive man. I could make or break him at this very moment, it was always my decision. I kept his blood pumping with a slow tease, his member held tight between my wet lips. He tossed his head back moaning throatily, I slid deeper letting him fill up my senses, my throat expanding slowly as he steadily went deeper. I breathed slowly, inhaling when I could and keeping a pace I was comfortable with and that drove him wild. His hand held my neck slightly pushing, helping me but I still had control.

He let his hand drift down my back, grabbing handfuls of my luscious curves as he moved down to my ass. The jean leggings hugged my everything but also allowed for jiggle. He cupped my ass firmly like he had with my tits. His large hand found my waist band and slid underneath it. He found my thong in no time and tugged until the thin fabric pressed against my clit and was held taut up my ass in his hand. It was unexpected and sexy as fuck.

I threw caution to the wind. I sped up my pace, bobbing with more suction.I sucked him deeply, my hand cupping his balls caressing them. I placed my left hand at the base of his thickness, applying pressure. I wanted all of his length deeply. He tugged my ass upwards with my thong acting as my reins. It caused even more of my weight on him which I knew he liked as he immediately strained rock solid in my mouth and precum dripped on my tongue sliding deliciously down my throat. Fuck! My thighs squeezed together. I licked all around his shaft as I increased my speed and suction, his head came up and he faced me as he watched and recorded. I sunk my face so far down his thick cock I could not breathe as my whole face was smothered in his body. His hand drew up snapping my thong against my clit and I jumped almost cumming on the spot as he shot the hot sweet load all down my throat. I kept sucking him off, swallowing every delicious drop, slowing my pace as I cleaned him.

"Holy fuck, oh, oh my God" he jerked in aftershocks of pleasure. I gently release him, letting his member slide out from between my lips. I adjusted the pieces of my thong so they at least wouldn't show through my jean leggings. I smiled as I looked down at him in the beautiful blissful moment after getting your mind blown. I grabbed his phone and arched my back for a good view as he still kept his eyes on my body even though his mind was blazing. I flipped the camera towards myself and checked my lipstick thinking I loved lipstick stains. They last no matter how messy, great for on the go blowies. I prop the phone up while I tucked my tits back in my bustier. I looked into the camera feeling totally sexy and empowered.

"You owe me a thong. Have a nice next chapter in life." I blew a kiss to the camera and stopped recording. I put his phone on his lap, grabbed my blazer and got out of his car. I walked back into the club and waited for an uber. I was gone in less than ten minutes. It was the perfect getaway time, while they are still in a state of bliss, by the time they come around I'm gone. Even if they did care they wouldn't for long. I'm not the relationship type.