Men With Big Dicks and The Women Who Fuck'em - Vol. 1

She spent the hours leading up to the party worrying about it and, barely thirty minutes in, it had happened: Gabrielle had lost her boyfriend in the crowd, the girl now finding herself consumed by a sea of strangers.

She wasn’t too worried; she’d dressed conservatively for the party, and as such wasn’t expecting any major gropes from the guys. While she certainly would have enjoyed the attention (what girl wouldn’t?), she’d promised her boyfriend Matt that she’d behave, and thus didn’t want to encourage the men around her.

Evidently, she should’ve made him promise the same. They hadn’t been at the party ten minutes before he’d rushed to go meet up a few of his friends; faces Gabrielle had only ever seen through Facebook. She’d tried to follow, but the gap between the party goers had quickly closed and the path to her beau had been swallowed up, the tide pushing her ever further.

Eventually, she’d resigned herself to her fate, found an isolated corner, and mingled with whoever was nearby. While none of her new friends knew her boyfriend, something she couldn’t fault with a party of this size, she didn’t mind the company and quickly got conversation going, happy to pass the time until she naturally found herself near Matt again.

“Excuse me? I don’t think we’ve met.”

Turning at the mysterious voice, she watched as a man seemingly glided through the crowd. While he wasn’t impressive by any means, he walked as though he owned the place. Which he did she quickly realized, recognizing his face as Ace, the host of the party.

“Hi there!” She yelled over the music. “I’m Gaby!”

“Ace!” She extended her hand, which he quickly took. “You came here alone?” He then added, noting her recently-emptied social circle.

She shook her head, grinning despite herself. “No, I came with Matt. Do you know him?” His confused look indicated that he didn’t. “Matt Blansteen? He’s friends with-“

“Oh! Blansteen! Yes! I do know him!” He said, cutting her off. “You’re his girlfriend?” He smiled, having now made the connection. “He’s told me a lot about you!”

While she normally would have enjoyed the comment, it was overshadowed by the fact that he’d said it while staring at her tits. Although she wasn’t surprised, she was rather busty, she’d hope a friend of Matt’s would’ve been more polite. Had Matt not said something? As much as she welcomed being touched, she hated being leered.

“Now listen here,” she began, suddenly angry, “I don’t know what Matt has told you but-“

He cut her off again; apparently it was a habit of his. “Maybe you aren’t aware, but this is my party.” As he spoke, he started undoing his belt, seemingly uncaring of the fact that they were in the middle of a crowded living room. “I own the place, you see, and I often ask for female newcomers to repay me in a very specific way.” And as he finished, he dug his hands into his pants and fished out the biggest cock Gabrielle had ever seen.

Her anger vanished instantly. In its place, a wave of heat rushed through her and she bit her lips instinctively, feeling that familiar sensation of her pussy gushing with wetness. She knew exactly how he wanted to be repaid, and given the circumstances, she agreed full-heartedly. It helped that he was bigger than her boyfriend - much bigger, and she told him so.

He chuckled in response. “I try to avoid inviting guys who pack more dick than me. I don’t want anyone impeding my choices.”

She couldn’t fault him for that, not for the comment nor for the fact that he was talking to her tits again. In an effort to give him a better view, she shook her shoulders, loosening the straps of her black dress, letting them fall mid-way down her arms. Her bra was also strapless, and so when her dress slid down, it exposed way more cleavage than before. Gabrielle appreciated the way his smile widened.

“Where do you want too…” Her started, her question trailed off as she indicated towards the couch. It was currently occupied by various party-goers, but she knew they’d move once Ace made his intentions known.

He shook his head instead. “Nah, I’ve long since grown tired of fucking in front of a crowd. I’d much prefer taking you in my room, where the music isn’t as loud and I can hear you scream.”

She nodded. Normally, she wasn’t loud during sex, but tonight she’d scream his name as much as he wanted.

When he turned to walk back through the crowd (Ace never rebuckling his pants, she noted), she followed much more closely than when she did with Matt earlier, not wanting to repeat her mistake from before. When the mass thinned out and she found herself in a short hallway, Ace pinned her to a wall and kissed her fiercely. Evidently, he still wanted to give everyone a little show before they left the party.

At some point during their kiss, Ace unhooked her bra, pulling both it and her dress down to fully reveal her tits. By the time they’d reached the bedroom, both garments lay forgotten somewhere on the hallway floor.

Her panties were gone as soon as the door closed, Gabrielle rushing to take them off and tossing them uselessly. They hit the wall and stuck ever so briefly, a testament of how wet she was. She had the honor of spreading her legs for him and Ace wasted no time climbing between them, not even bothering to shed one piece of clothing as he slid into her.

And as promised, she yelled out his name for anyone who could hear.