Party Hard

You follow Cheryl up, your mind free of anything but cock and pussy.

You step into the party and the vibrations from the driving beat make your nipples hard. You look around for someone to fuck. You are way past caring what sex the person is.

You spot Tanith on the dance floor and make a bee line toward her.

“Hi, Tanith want to fuck?”

She answers in her near monotone. “Direct. I like that.”

You pull her into a kiss and weave your arms around her.

“Oh, you mean right here. Ok.”

You hadn’t meant right here, but the sooner her tongue is licking you the better. You push her down and flip up her skirt exposing her bare sex.

She teases your inner thighs, driving you mad. You are already teetering on the edge of climax.

You go wild licking her lick a deranged cocker spaniel.

She begins to lick you. Little orgasms quake through you and you feel yourself building to something bigger.

Tanith continues expertly eating your sex. You can’t stay focused enough to be more than just enthusiastic. It’s enough. You realize she is about to cum. It puts you over the edge.

You both scream and squirt all over the place.

Suddenly, there is applause. Fuck you hadn’t meant to be the center of attention. Still the lusty stares make you instantly soaked.

You give a well muscled guy, with nicely tented pants a crooked smile. Somehow you manage to stand and walk toward him.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very much.” He says in a deep sexy voice.

“You know I like cock even better.”

He puts a powerful arm around you. You kiss him hard.

You slide down his pants and spread your legs. He pushes you down and penetrates you. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring about the audience.

He plows you vigorously. Soon you are on the edge. You moan. He picks up the pace driving you over the edge.

“Fuck me!” You yell.

You hadn’t meant it literally, but you notice a line of naked men has formed. You smile at the next guy in line. Apparently, you are doing this.

You lose track of time and orgasms. You know it’s been at least two dozen. You moan wantonly as the crowd thins and your lover pulls out.

Cheryl runs up to you.

“Time for work boss.”

You sigh. You scratched the itch, but you are still very horny.

Cheryl hands you the butt plug.

You hold it. You don’t want this to happen again. You need to stop using it. You need to think of a solution. All you can think about is fucking. You need it in you to think.

You push the butt plug in. Suddenly, all thoughts of sex just dissipate. You try to stand. You can’t.

“Here, I got you a shake, boss, extra strength.”

You drink it. As the first drops hit your tongue, you feel refreshed and stronger.

“The longer you leave it in, boss, the wilder it is when you take it out.”

You stand and nod. That makes sense.

“Do you have a dress for me, Cheryl?”

“Of course!”

She pulls a work dress out of her bag. It’s a bit wrinkled, but more than good enough. You slide it on.

“Well, Cheryl, time for work.”