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Introductory note:
The following story features an ongoing character, OFS (Our Favorite Slut), who also appears in “Teamwork: A Gangbang Trilogy,” “Tanya Krawczyk,” and “One Week.”
If you enjoy this story, you may enjoy those as well. If you’ve read them already, thank you for reading this one and for continuing to follow her adventures.
– The Author
VIDEO PARTY – AN OFS STORY, PART 1: WE COULD PUT IT ON THE INTERNET
I haven’t had any cock in a couple days. I set up a date with one of the contacts in my phone: “Curtis – Hot Board Game Guy.”
Okay, okay, I know.
But hear me out.
I was on a bad date once-this gender-nonconforming person who seemed really slutty on their profile.
They brought me to their friends’ house for game night. I assumed this meant Monopoly or Scrabble, but in fact it meant something really boring and complicated with an unpronounceable name.
In retrospect, I came to understand that my date didn’t want to fuck me. Game night was their way of self-cockblocking.
But Curtis was there. Pale, paunchy, hairy, beautiful Curtis.
Curtis loves board games.
As it turns out, he also loves throwing his cock into just about anything that’ll take it.
At the end of the night, everyone else had gone home or gone to bed, including my date. It was just Curtis and me.
Annoyed, and still looking to get laid, I asked him if he wanted to fuck.
Within 30 seconds, we were on the fold-out sofa in the living room. Him on top of me, me on top of whatever snacks and liquids had become a permanent part of the fabric.
Incredibly, Curtis has never had an STI, or so he claims. He gets tested obsessively for everything, and the tests always come back negative.
Including, as he informs me by message, the tests he took yesterday.
I have cock on my mind. Warm, oozing, honest-to-gosh bio cock, that slippy, gluey feeling of semen deep in my vagina. I want someone with full balls and an empty head. It’s been a minute.
(I had a tubal ligation in college. I knew early on that I didn’t want kids, and I wasn’t taking chances. As long as my partner is suitably STI-free, I like to indulge the occasional hankering for boycum.)
On the day of our date, I get out of work, change clothes, and head over to the big house that Curtis shares with his roommates, Justin and Stephanie.
I’m in olive green bikini briefs, high-waisted black stretch pants, and a cropped, loose-fitting gray t-shirt with no bra. A band of my soft tummy occasionally peeks below the hem.
My hair is barely contained in a sloppy bun-I need to get it cut.
They’re not really a maxi dress and lingerie crowd, you know? elazığ escort At least I’m wearing cute flats.
Stephanie and Justin are dating, which makes Curtis something of a third wheel. Not that it makes things weird-Stephanie has done at least some stuff with Curtis, sometimes with Justin in the mix.
It therefore doesn’t surprise me when I open the door to find Curtis sitting completely naked on the sofa, his hand wrapped around his hard-on.
Justin and Stephanie are standing in front of him. Justin is holding up a cell phone, filming him.
Curtis cheerily says, “we’re making a video of me jacking off.”
“Okay,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Why?”
Justin stares into the viewing screen. He says, matter-of-factly, “If we shoot him at 24 frames a second, we can advance through the footage frame by frame and measure the speed of a single jack.”
“Cool,” I say, deciding not to ask any more questions.
Stephanie floats over to me. She’s a skinny, small-titted woman with frizzy dark hair that’s always up in a bun. Her eyes are pretty, sort of baggy.
Right now, she’s wearing a huge t-shirt. I’m not sure she’s wearing anything under it.
She hugs me, pressing her body into my side. I can feel her tits and her ribs through our shirts. She presses her cheek to mine.
“How’s it going?” she asks in her airy voice that always sounds like she’s a little stoned.
I find Stephanie very hot. Despite this, I’ve never put the moves on her. She’s one of those rare women who’s strictly straight, which I’ll never understand. But I can respect it.
Justin’s hot, in a nerdy sort of way. I want to fuck him, and he once confessed to me that he’d fuck me if he could. He even thinks Stephanie wouldn’t mind.
But, according to him, he’s strictly monogamous. He’d never do it as long as he’s with her.
That, I’ll really, really never understand.
“I’m here to fuck Curtis,” I say. There’s no point in not saying it.
“Oh cool,” Stephanie says. “we should film it.”
“Yeah!” Curtis says. “We could put it on the Internet.”
“What do you think?” Justin asks, looking away from his camera for a moment and actually seeing me for the first time.
“Okay,” I say. I set my handbag down by the door and kick off my flats.
“Alright!” Stephanie says, with her usual perma-tired enthusiasm.
Justin and Curtis struggle with the pull-out sofa, which is getting on in years.
Soon, it’s situated. Curtis and I get on the mattress, which is lumpy and uneven. But it’s comfortable enough, and there are mismatched pillows strewn around.
Curtis lies down on his back, his feet pointed at Justin erzincan escort and Stephanie. They have a medical view of his balls and the underside of his hairy, smallish cock.
I kneel off to the side, so as not to impede the camera. I bend over and put my mouth on his glans.
He tastes sweaty and salty. His crotch smells good, in that cishet guy way. All deodorant and gym clothes.
Direct tongue-to-penis contact is a gratifying feeling.
I hold Curtis’s cock in my hand and swirl my tongue around the rim and up and down his frenulum. He shudders-maybe he’s not ready for that yet. I’ve gotten too used to pleasuring penises through condoms.
Justin picks the phone back up and starts filming. Stephanie watches intently from her position next to him.
I glance over at Curtis’s face. His eyes are closed. He’s breathing softly.
I pull away for a moment, rolling my tongue around my mouth, generating saliva.
Once my mouth is good and spitty, I let it ooze out between my lips, right onto the opening of his urethra. Like a snail, it crawls down the side of his cock.
With the spit lubricating us, I start jerking him, shallow, back and forth, near the end of his cock. I put my lips on his glans again, flicking it with the tip of my tongue in a gentle rhythm.
I feel his hand in my hair, his fingers half-buried in the wavy locks that are already coming loose from their tie.
Already, my consciousness is shifting. Curtis’s sweaty cock in my mouth, our friends watching us, the camera eye on us. My brain swirling in good chemicals, the druglike high of exhibition.
I don’t keep this going for too long.
I just want him as hard as he’ll get.
Once I’m satisfied with the throbbing, solid dickhead between my lips, I release him with an unflattering slurp. He pops loose, the long, dark hair on his shaft matted in spittle.
I get off the bed and stand up for a moment. Justin follows me with the camera as I whisk my stretch pants and panties down to the floor together in a wad.
I stand back up and step out of my pants as elegantly as I can manage. This t-shirt only comes down far enough to cover my tits when I’m not wearing a bra in public.
Otherwise, I’m naked, from my toes up to the roll of my lower belly.
Behind the phone, Justin murmurs, “Like a cartoon animal.” Stephanie giggles.
I turn around, giving the camera a good look at my bare, dimpled ass, then I crawl back onto the sofa bed next to Curtis. His magnificently wet cock lists towards his belly.
I run my fingers through the hair between his soft pecs, then playfully slap the inside of his thigh. He laughs and squeezes erzurum escort the fat of my bare hip.
Blood is rushing to my genitals. Secretions are welling up in me like tears of gratitute. My nipples are hard against the rough cloth of the t-shirt.
I swing a leg over and straddle him.
My ass is to the camera, completely out under the cropped hem of my shirt. I sense Justin getting in close behind me, filling the frame with body hair, dimples, and stretch marks.
Curtis stares up at me, bovine, gormless. His throbbing erection is in front of me, just about touching me.
I grip him by the cock, raise myself a little, and lower myself onto it.
His hard, bare dickflesh spreads my labia apart, meeting hot, slick fluid inside. He lets out a voiceless little puff of air; this must feel sublime.
My vaginal walls creep down the shaft of his cock until my ass comes to a heavy rest on his thighs. I rest there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness inside.
I feel the eyes of our audience on me as I start to grind, forward and back, in a hacksaw motion. Inside, his cock gyrates, brushing my front wall in delightful little strokes.
Curtis’s hands crawl up my waist, then onto my ass. He grips the fat of the cheeks, holding them apart as the move. I feel air on my asshole.
You’re welcome, Justin. Stephanie. Anyone else who ends up watching this.
I start fucking him faster, throwing my hips forward. My tits and my tummy are bouncing under my shirt. Curtis’s eyes follow them. His own fleshy chest bounces in time.
My pussy is thoroughly tingling, fully into the friction of his bare skin. I lean forward and lay myself on top of him, bouncing my hips. We’re eye to eye, breathing our hot breath in each other’s faces.
He’s starting to sweat-it’s beading up near his hairline. I think I am, too.
Out of the corner of my eye, Justin has come around to film us from the side, getting tight in on our shining faces.
For the people at home, I kiss Curtis. He reciprocates. It’s a deep, horny, passionate, utterly loveless kiss.
Justin lingers there for a moment, then he wanders over, apparently to get a closeup of my dark asshole bobbing above Curtis’s balls.
I don’t know how close the camera is to me. It feels like Justin is trying to see what I had for lunch.
And I’d bet the mic is close enough to pick up some choice sloshing sounds of my froth on his cock.
Curtis is tensing up, like he might come. I feel it through his hips, a tea kettle boiling inside just before it whistles.
I wind down, then I come to a stop, and I climb off.
The sudden parting of our genitals releases a plume of his boyfunk and my heady, humid scent. It fills the room; I don’t need to look to know that everybody can smell it.
I lie on my side next to Curtis. He looks over at me, expectantly.
I tell him, “I want you to get on top of me. And when you come, do it inside me.”
TO BE CONCLUDED
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