It had been a long time since I'd been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It's supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn't tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!
Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn't find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified.
Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I'm a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn't get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.
Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, "Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!"
I hoped that was a good thing, "Not too much for this, I hope?"
"Definitely not too much. It's perfect!" Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.
Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, "Love the outfit. I've always had a thing for school girls."
I walked away with Madeline feeling that this night was definitely going to be something else. I wasn't sure what just yet but I felt it in the air.
After about twenty minutes, I heard someone calling for quiet. I looked over to the bar, and the bartender was standing on the top of a barstool. "Hey, shut the fuck up, everyone!" The room quieted. "Ok, it's time for the games to start. For those of you that are new, we like to play a little party game. Names have been put into a hat. When you pull a name, there's going to be a little something else on there, a mission if you will. You have thirty minutes to complete your mission and return to this room." The murmurs of approval and anticipation went through the room.
I looked at Madeline and whispered in her ear, "What kind of mission?"
She smiled and said, "Just relax. You wanted to have a little fun, now you will."
The bartender continued, "Ok, now, all the newcomers, and you know who you are, will draw first."
People started to break from the crowd and one by one, drew a slip of paper from the hat. Names were being called and when they stepped forward, the pair would head off to complete their mission. When it was my turn, I tentatively slipped my hand into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Damon - blow job without using your hands"
My face must have flushed. What had Madeline got me into! I was immediately scared but at the same time, all those months without sex took hold. I felt myself getting wet and aroused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a gorgeous, tanned guy. He looked like your typical surfer. "I'm Damon, let's go." He grabbed my hand and I followed him outside to the balcony.
"You ok with this?" he asked. He was sweet. I nodded and handed him the piece of paper. The smile that broke across his lips told me he liked this game. "Take me, I'm yours to play with!" The laughter filled the air and I felt at ease and ready to go. We had thirty minutes to complete our mission and I wasn't about to fail my first time around.
Sliding up to him, I looked at him sideways, "Well, I'm not supposed to use my hands." Kneeling down in front of him, I put my hands behind my back and leaned forward. Using my teeth, I unbuttoned his pants (I learned that trick in high school) and pulled the zipper down slowly. Taking his pants between my teeth, I pulled them down slowly. I felt horny and excited, looking at this strange cock. Forget the game, I wanted this cock just because I wanted it.
Using my tongue, I circled the head and licked down the underside of his shaft. I flicked my tongue over the tip, his cock springing up and down. My mouth closed around his erection and I sucked. His moans were quiet. I could hear other moans around us as others were attempting to complete their missions. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my mouth the only thing touching him.
I felt the tip touching the back of my throat as I sucked faster and harder. I looked up at him and knew he was close. I pulled my mouth back and then rammed in down again. I fucked his cock with my mouth and savored the taste. I heard him grunt and then I felt his cum shot into my mouth. I drank him down, my chin getting the excess. I licked him clean and stood.
