You agree to the deal

Well this doesn’t sound like to terrible of a deal. You get what you want and you get a taste of 20 girls in this famous crowd. Although, you’re going to have to pace yourself or your jaw won’t be able to function by the end of the night.

You give Kara a nod “so how do...”

“You just stay here, I’ll bring them to you.” What an interesting date she ended up being.

And soon enough she’s back with a gorgeous Asian girl who doesn’t look familiar. But if she’s not famous she should be. She’s one of the prettiest people you’ve ever seen, dressed as a bunny rabbit with big fuzzy ears, a tail, and tight, almost transparent panties that are soon on the ground.

You go to work making her moan.

Next up is a curly redhead, pale, covered in freckles, yes even her shaved pussy. She’s dressed like a cheerleader, pigtails and all. She repeats “oh god, lick me, lick me, lick me.” Over and over as your tongue flicks into her slit.

Then another redhead. A curvy, intense looking woman probably in her 40s. Very attractive. You have no idea what her costume is. She’s perhaps the type of woman who doesn’t think she needs a costume for this type of thing, just a tight dress and dramatic makeup. She’s certainly the type of woman who has the word “dinner” tattooed next to her pussy. Anyway, you eat your dinner.

You wonder, why go to that other party, if there are sexy redheads here. Because there seems to be a lack of famous people here, at the moment, you think.

Just then, Molly brings over Amanda Seyfried dressed in fishnets and a thong and a leather jacket. You’re starting to give up figuring out what some of these costumes are. Especially when you’re staring at Amanda Seyfried’s lovely bald pussy.

“Just tear them open” she says of her stockings. You do. And soon your tongue meets her slit. Afterward she pulls you up to her face to say “find me later and I’ll return the favor.”

Of course once you’ve decided to stop caring about costumes you get a run of good ones. You get 3 schoolgirls in a row, one ebony beauty who is a loud moaner and 2 of them blondes all with pigtails and plaid skirts. One is the blondes is so petite and tight you almost want to ask for an ID first. But you don’t. You know she wouldn’t be here unless it wasn’t okay. Also she says softly “put your finger in my ass as you eat me” and you suppose she’s been around the block a few times.

Then a sexy girl in a Harley Quinn costume that you realize is just body paint when instead of stripping she just reaches down and spreads her lips for you.

Then a woman dressed as Buffy the Vampire Slayer who would be the absolute spitting image if she were about 15 years younger.

Then you get a couple pretty brunettes dressed in tight straps across their bodies and also strapped to each other.

“Like our costumes?” One says. “We’re familial bonds” and yes, upon further look, these girls look quite identical. And they seem to take a very intent interest in watching you eat each others’s cunts, one even smiling and saying “yes, eat my sisters pussy real good.”

Kara takes a little time getting the next girl and you have a moment to reflect upon the reality that the juices of 12 different women currently live in your face and lips. And with each other as you’ve, in a way been mixing them as you’ve been eating them. How many women at this party, you wonder as you massage your jaw, have the smell of a strangers pussy on their own because of you.

And Kara walks to you know guiding a girl who is not a stranger. It’s the devilishly dressed Molly. She takes a good look at your messy face and grins “you’ve been having fun tonight.”

You take a good look at her face and see that there are at least 4 loads of cum on it. “You’ve been having fun too” you repeat back. “Do any of those belong to Guy?”

“Who’s Guy?” Molly answers.

Kara is growing impatient so there’s only one thing to do. Tear down Molly’s panties, get a good look at your friend’s trimmed twat. And start licking.

Molly is a whimperer.

The next girl is a screamer. The loudest yet. Surprising because she seemed like another cutie pie with glasses, dirty blonde hair, some sort of Little Bo-Peep costume and an almost shy disposition, refusing to look You in the eyes at first.

She got over it quickly and ends your time together by pulling you up to her and whispering “I want to taste myself in you” and shoving her tongue into your mouth.

Then a girl in a French Maid outfit who moans “We, we, we” as you lick her. You can’t quite tell if she’s really French or just playing.

Then a caramel skinned girl with a big twat who also has a French accent and demands “me lecher”. She’s probably the real thing, you think.

Then a thick fleshed, curly haired brunette whose face you recognize from popping up here and there on Spotify. But damned if you don’t know who she is exactly. But she has an untamed hairy pussy and squirts at you like a fountain.

Then a pretty, mousy brunette who you recognize from a couple episodes of Game Of Thrones. But again, a name escapes you. Your brain isn’t exactly functioning at full capacity. It’s just tying to maintain the energy to make you lick. She grabs at your hair hard. She cums hard too.

You’ve given up on knowing names. And good thing too, because you can’t possibly remember the names of the next to actress who Kara brings you. But you know who they are. After all, you once dated someone who was a big fan of Gilmore Girls.

You start on the younger, spreading her legs to reveal her wet, unexpectedly pierced pussy. And you go to town. She practically purrs with delight

The older is a little tougher to crack. She’s rather resilient to your licking. And as you pull back to take a breath, the younger one, watching intently, kneels down to join you and sighs “I’ll take it from here” before thrusting her face into the resilient cunt.

“Last one” Kara declares as she walks up with a pretty girl dressed as a swan. You’re glad she’s keeping count because you’re as dazed as you’ve ever been.

You take a good hard look at the swan and she slips off her costume panties, nod, and lean into Olivia Wilde’s thighgap to lick up the nectar forming on her sweet spot.

She moans. She groans. She paws at you.

Eventually she falls to the ground. And you keep licking. She tastes as she looks. Lovely. A little sweet. A little salty.

By the time you finish, you’re not sure you have any feeling left in your jaw or your tongue. You’re covered in sweat and juices. And your cock has been raging hard for so long you can’t remember a time when it wasn’t.

Kara squats next to you and runs her fingers through your sweaty hair. “I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you. Now, you don’t still care about going to that silly other party, do you?”