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In the words of Zoey Deschanel in 500 Days of Summer, "I'm new here, so no making fun of me!" Let me know if you enjoy!
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I was buzzed by nine o’clock. The party was for one of my friends who was leaving to study abroad in Japan. One of his roommate’s hot friends was standing in the kitchen, guarding the vodka, and every time I took a shot, he would drunkenly say, “Yeah, drink it. Drink it you bitch.” At first I was uncomfortable, but I quickly lost my fears thanks to Smirnoff, and realized just how hot he was. He had sandy blondish-brown hair that fell just above his eyebrows. It was very surfer. In fact, his whole body was. From his tight fitted T-shirt I could tell he had a nice set of abs and clearly defined large pecs. He was tall, about 6'2 compared to my 5'10. Apparently, he had been telling people he thought I was hot and asking my name. When I was sufficiently drunk, I approached him.
“Hey,” I said. “I hear you’ve been asking about me.”
“This is true,” he smirked before taking another drink of his beer.
“So... let’s get acquainted.” I wasn’t a great flirt.
“You’re hot,” he said, plainly.
“Thanks. You are too.”
“You’ve got a great ass,” he said.
I blushed. “That’s really nice of you.”
“It’s fucking loud in here,” he shouted above the noise in the small, crowded kitchen.
“Wanna go outside?” I asked.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a smile. He finished his beer in one swig and then pulled me by the loop of my jeans away from the crowd.
He led me through a door in the hallway I hadn’t noticed before. The room we went into was dark. Maybe it was my drunken state, but my eyes seemed to take longer than normal to adjust to the darkness. He led me to a bed and began to kiss me hard. I had never kissed a man before, but it came naturally. I let him do whatever he wanted with his tongue and sometimes tried to reciprocate. I could feel his hands running over my back, massaging my shoulders. I was groping his ass, and slipped my palms inside his jeans, leaving only the thin layer of his cotton boxers between my hands and his ass. We kept kissing for a while. I got more comfortable and became more explorative with his backside, eventually pushing his jeans and underwear down in the back so that I could rub in between his cheeks. I slapped him square in the center of them, and he said, “Oh yeah, slap my ass again.” I obeyed.
“Did you like that?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah,” he answered. “Do you like spanking my ass?” He was kissing me so tightly that I couldn’t answer. “Are you gonna be my little butt slut tonight?” I nodded, hoping I could find the strength to be exactly what he was asking for.
“Slap my ass,” I said finally, when I found a moment to pull away from his lips. He did. I had waited years for someone to do that to me, and after all that time it was just as amazing as I hoped it would be. He must have seen the spark in my eye when he did it, because he proceeded to pulled down my jeans and underwear and bent me over the bed. He spanked me a couple of times, each one making me jilt and let out a short gasp at the sting, and then I felt his tongue glide over my hole. He definitely knew his way around there. His slithery tongue grazed over my hole a few times before making a plunge into it, moistening the inside. He spit there, into my hole, and I could feel the saliva travel slowly down the inside of me. I was soon so wet there that I felt spit running down my crack. The sensations were explosive! I could feel my heart beating so far out of my chest, I feared I would go into hysterics. My first rimming was so good I worried I might blow my load too soon.
Then, I heard the crinkling of plastic and the elastic slap of rubber. My virgin hole was about to get fucked. He bent over me and kissed the back of my neck sweetly.
“Are you ready for this, papa?” he asked me.
“Yes, yes. I’m ready,” I replied. I heard him giggle at my eagerness. He put his hands on my cheeks and pulled them widely apart. I instinctively grabbed his hands. “Be gentle,” I pleaded.
“I knew you were a virgin,” he said. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I know how to handle your type.” He pushed my hands aside and once again pried open my crack. His dick was pressed against my hole. I tried to relax, silently wondering why I wasn’t more so with all of the alcohol I’d had.
“Ahh!” I screamed, as he pushed his head in. I wasn’t ready for the pain, yet if felt so good.
“Shhh,” he whispered, rubbing my back. “Let me in.”
I took deep breaths and calmed myself down. I could feel him sliding in excruciatingly slowly. I wondered how much more I would have to take. My question was answered a few moments later when I felt the sliding stop. He rested it inside me, waiting for me to loosen my grip.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
After a few seconds more of Elysian peace, he began to pull out. This time there was less pain and more ecstasy. I began to switch out my frightened breaths with pleading moans. I wanted him back inside.
“Fuck me...” I muttered.
“Just you wait,” he said.
He pushed himself back in all the way, faster this time. My shoulders tightened, but face relaxed in pleasure. He started to slide in and out faster, each change of speed bringing a new level of pleasure.
“Oh God,” I began to say, “You feel so good inside me. Oh, fuck me.”
My dick was harder than it had ever been. He increased speed and slapped my ass. I let out a short cry of pain and pleasure. I started helping him by grinding against his balls. I loved the tingle I got when they slapped up against me. Things were moving so quickly now, but I couldn’t see the room. I was trapped inside a perfect world of epic sensation. He would spank me every so often. He put one hand against the flat of my back and another on my head, almost smothering me into the blanket.
Soon, he pulled out and threw the condom aside. His cock exploded and his juice landed all over my ass and back. Then, he turned me over and started stroking my cock. “I’m gonna
!” I said. “I’m gonna !”
“I wanna swallow your,” he said, and put his mouth around my throbbing dick.
After only two runs down my shaft, I could hold back my orgasm no longer. A stream of jizz erupted out of me and slid down his throat. Four times he swallowed my squirts. Then, he kissed me and I tasted my in his mouth. It tasted so nice and warm when mixed with his sweet saliva.
Unexpectedly, he sat down on the bed and pulled me over his naked lap. I could feel the warmth of his hard cock pressed across my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, alarmed but drained.
“I’m leaving my mark on you, so that when you’re changing in your room, your roommate sees that you were spanked and fucked stupid.”
He began to thrash my ass with his hand insanely hard. I couldn’t help but yelp every time he hit me. It went on for at least three minutes. By the time he was done, I had tears streaming down my face and my ass was giving off heat. I was in complete ecstasy over it, and I secretly couldn’t wait to look at my ass in the mirror. I tried to move, but he stopped me.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Then, I felt a sting of pressure right in the center of my left ass cheek. He was writing something on my ass with a marker of some kind. I moaned in pain.
“Gimme your cell phone,” he said.
Not wanted to incite a further spanking, I picked up my jeans, which were staring me in the face, and gave him my phone. He took a picture of my ass with the flash.
“No you got my number.”
He stood and pulled me up with him. He kissed me again and then pulled his pants up from around his ankles. He had never even taken his shirt off, yet I was completely naked.
“Call me,” he said, before walking out the door and slamming it.
When he was gone and I had laid there for a few moments in disbelief in what had just happened, I looked at the screen of my phone. Sure enough, he had written his number on my ass in black sharpie and set the picture he took of it as my wallpaper. My roommate was going to be at his wit’s end tomorrow when he saw my ass. I flipped on the light switch and saw that there was a full length mirror on the closet door of whoever’s bedroom we were in. I turned slowly and saw my ass, bright red and beautiful with his phone number scrawled across my left cheek, area code and all. I got up and got dressed. The fabric of my boxer-briefs stung against my irritated ass. Before I walked back into the party, I saved the number in my contacts. I suddenly realized I did not know his name. A mixture of fear and shock came over me. I shook it off quickly and decided to title him the only thing I could think of, “Mysterious Man.”
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I was buzzed by nine o’clock. The party was for one of my friends who was leaving to study abroad in Japan. One of his roommate’s hot friends was standing in the kitchen, guarding the vodka, and every time I took a shot, he would drunkenly say, “Yeah, drink it. Drink it you bitch.” At first I was uncomfortable, but I quickly lost my fears thanks to Smirnoff, and realized just how hot he was. He had sandy blondish-brown hair that fell just above his eyebrows. It was very surfer. In fact, his whole body was. From his tight fitted T-shirt I could tell he had a nice set of abs and clearly defined large pecs. He was tall, about 6'2 compared to my 5'10. Apparently, he had been telling people he thought I was hot and asking my name. When I was sufficiently drunk, I approached him.
“Hey,” I said. “I hear you’ve been asking about me.”
“This is true,” he smirked before taking another drink of his beer.
“So... let’s get acquainted.” I wasn’t a great flirt.
“You’re hot,” he said, plainly.
“Thanks. You are too.”
“You’ve got a great ass,” he said.
I blushed. “That’s really nice of you.”
“It’s fucking loud in here,” he shouted above the noise in the small, crowded kitchen.
“Wanna go outside?” I asked.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a smile. He finished his beer in one swig and then pulled me by the loop of my jeans away from the crowd.
He led me through a door in the hallway I hadn’t noticed before. The room we went into was dark. Maybe it was my drunken state, but my eyes seemed to take longer than normal to adjust to the darkness. He led me to a bed and began to kiss me hard. I had never kissed a man before, but it came naturally. I let him do whatever he wanted with his tongue and sometimes tried to reciprocate. I could feel his hands running over my back, massaging my shoulders. I was groping his ass, and slipped my palms inside his jeans, leaving only the thin layer of his cotton boxers between my hands and his ass. We kept kissing for a while. I got more comfortable and became more explorative with his backside, eventually pushing his jeans and underwear down in the back so that I could rub in between his cheeks. I slapped him square in the center of them, and he said, “Oh yeah, slap my ass again.” I obeyed.
“Did you like that?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah,” he answered. “Do you like spanking my ass?” He was kissing me so tightly that I couldn’t answer. “Are you gonna be my little butt slut tonight?” I nodded, hoping I could find the strength to be exactly what he was asking for.
“Slap my ass,” I said finally, when I found a moment to pull away from his lips. He did. I had waited years for someone to do that to me, and after all that time it was just as amazing as I hoped it would be. He must have seen the spark in my eye when he did it, because he proceeded to pulled down my jeans and underwear and bent me over the bed. He spanked me a couple of times, each one making me jilt and let out a short gasp at the sting, and then I felt his tongue glide over my hole. He definitely knew his way around there. His slithery tongue grazed over my hole a few times before making a plunge into it, moistening the inside. He spit there, into my hole, and I could feel the saliva travel slowly down the inside of me. I was soon so wet there that I felt spit running down my crack. The sensations were explosive! I could feel my heart beating so far out of my chest, I feared I would go into hysterics. My first rimming was so good I worried I might blow my load too soon.
Then, I heard the crinkling of plastic and the elastic slap of rubber. My virgin hole was about to get fucked. He bent over me and kissed the back of my neck sweetly.
“Are you ready for this, papa?” he asked me.
“Yes, yes. I’m ready,” I replied. I heard him giggle at my eagerness. He put his hands on my cheeks and pulled them widely apart. I instinctively grabbed his hands. “Be gentle,” I pleaded.
“I knew you were a virgin,” he said. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I know how to handle your type.” He pushed my hands aside and once again pried open my crack. His dick was pressed against my hole. I tried to relax, silently wondering why I wasn’t more so with all of the alcohol I’d had.
“Ahh!” I screamed, as he pushed his head in. I wasn’t ready for the pain, yet if felt so good.
“Shhh,” he whispered, rubbing my back. “Let me in.”
I took deep breaths and calmed myself down. I could feel him sliding in excruciatingly slowly. I wondered how much more I would have to take. My question was answered a few moments later when I felt the sliding stop. He rested it inside me, waiting for me to loosen my grip.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
After a few seconds more of Elysian peace, he began to pull out. This time there was less pain and more ecstasy. I began to switch out my frightened breaths with pleading moans. I wanted him back inside.
“Fuck me...” I muttered.
“Just you wait,” he said.
He pushed himself back in all the way, faster this time. My shoulders tightened, but face relaxed in pleasure. He started to slide in and out faster, each change of speed bringing a new level of pleasure.
“Oh God,” I began to say, “You feel so good inside me. Oh, fuck me.”
My dick was harder than it had ever been. He increased speed and slapped my ass. I let out a short cry of pain and pleasure. I started helping him by grinding against his balls. I loved the tingle I got when they slapped up against me. Things were moving so quickly now, but I couldn’t see the room. I was trapped inside a perfect world of epic sensation. He would spank me every so often. He put one hand against the flat of my back and another on my head, almost smothering me into the blanket.
Soon, he pulled out and threw the condom aside. His cock exploded and his juice landed all over my ass and back. Then, he turned me over and started stroking my cock. “I’m gonna
!” I said. “I’m gonna !”“I wanna swallow your
,” he said, and put his mouth around my throbbing dick.After only two runs down my shaft, I could hold back my orgasm no longer. A stream of jizz erupted out of me and slid down his throat. Four times he swallowed my squirts. Then, he kissed me and I tasted my
in his mouth. It tasted so nice and warm when mixed with his sweet saliva.Unexpectedly, he sat down on the bed and pulled me over his naked lap. I could feel the warmth of his hard cock pressed across my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, alarmed but drained.
“I’m leaving my mark on you, so that when you’re changing in your room, your roommate sees that you were spanked and fucked stupid.”
He began to thrash my ass with his hand insanely hard. I couldn’t help but yelp every time he hit me. It went on for at least three minutes. By the time he was done, I had tears streaming down my face and my ass was giving off heat. I was in complete ecstasy over it, and I secretly couldn’t wait to look at my ass in the mirror. I tried to move, but he stopped me.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Then, I felt a sting of pressure right in the center of my left ass cheek. He was writing something on my ass with a marker of some kind. I moaned in pain.
“Gimme your cell phone,” he said.
Not wanted to incite a further spanking, I picked up my jeans, which were staring me in the face, and gave him my phone. He took a picture of my ass with the flash.
“No you got my number.”
He stood and pulled me up with him. He kissed me again and then pulled his pants up from around his ankles. He had never even taken his shirt off, yet I was completely naked.
“Call me,” he said, before walking out the door and slamming it.
When he was gone and I had laid there for a few moments in disbelief in what had just happened, I looked at the screen of my phone. Sure enough, he had written his number on my ass in black sharpie and set the picture he took of it as my wallpaper. My roommate was going to be at his wit’s end tomorrow when he saw my ass. I flipped on the light switch and saw that there was a full length mirror on the closet door of whoever’s bedroom we were in. I turned slowly and saw my ass, bright red and beautiful with his phone number scrawled across my left cheek, area code and all. I got up and got dressed. The fabric of my boxer-briefs stung against my irritated ass. Before I walked back into the party, I saved the number in my contacts. I suddenly realized I did not know his name. A mixture of fear and shock came over me. I shook it off quickly and decided to title him the only thing I could think of, “Mysterious Man.”
