Dear Diary.
With the witching hour past its bedtime, I was now feeling it was time to go home.
The party was still in full swing and the atmosphere was buzzing. But knowing that I’d have to catch the night bus home, it did put a dampner on the evening.
Having said my goodbyes to Marcus and Jane, I headed upstairs to the spare room to wash my face and to change back in to my civvies.
As everyone were enjoying the festivities downstairs, I could hear some muffling coming from the bathroom.
Trying to take off my costume quietly, though annoyed as I wanted to remove my make up, the sounds from the bathroom became moans.
Intrigued, I crept over several bags and coats that were strewn across the floor to get to the door, where it was ajar.
Being a nosey git, I peered through the crack and saw Mr Musles Man on his knees merrily sucking on a guy’s cock!
Unintentionally I let out a gasp, which made Mr Muscle Man aware of my pressence.
‘Come in,’ he beckoned me as he looked up with a string of glistening pre cum linking him to an older man who was sitting on the toilet.
‘I’m sorry,’ I stuttered, not knowing what to do, although my growing cock did.
The man on the toilet looked over and smiled. ‘I see someone’s happy to see me.’
I glanced down to my lycra encased hard on.
The older gent then pointed to his own hard cock. ‘Want some? He asked.
‘Yes please,’ I answered politely. I didn’t need another invitation. I never do.
Mr Muscle Man leant back for me to take that obligatory position in between the legs of the older gent.
With my right hand, I held the older gent’s stubby, yet hard cock and bent forward to lick his glistening helmet.
The older man groaned as I opened my mouth and encased him fully. He wasn’t large in length, so his cock easily fitted my mouth.
Being watched by Mr Muscle Man, I slid up and down the older gent’s cock, enjoying the hot flesh flapping over my tongue.
Mr Muscle Man then joined in, as we both kissed each other whilst licking up and down the man’s cock.
‘Wanna ride?’ He asked. I looked at Mr Muscle Man and he made way for me.
Having taken off my leotard, I then straddled over the older gent to face him, with my arse hovvering over the tip of his heaving cock, anticipating his entry.
As I leant in to kiss him, he grabbed my head and pulled it in tight as his tongue explored my mouth.
Mr Muscle Man then licked his hand and wiped it over my tight opening, lubing it up with his natural juices.
I twitched as his finger slipped up my arse, delving in to my private area.
‘Good boy,’ I hear a whispered voice from behind me. ‘He’s nice and tight.’
‘Yeah,’ the older gent gasps in between kisses. ‘I love ’em tight.’
Mr Muscle Man continued to moisten my arse with his spit and now inserts another finger to stretch my hole.
‘Argh,’ I gasped as he slowly slid his two fingers in and out.
‘We need some kind of lube.’ Mr Muscle Man said, as he reached over for a tub of Hermés hand cream. ‘Yeah, that’s better.’
With the cream sploshing about up my nether regions, Mr Muscle Man declared that I was ready.
He then parted my cheeks as I tentatively lowered myself down on the older man’s cock.
As I haven’t been fucked for such a long time, I slowly inched my way down on him, sliding up and down as to not hurt myself.
With the older man fully inside of me and feeling comfortable of being plugged by such a moist tool, I started to ride him up and down like a horse, as though we were on a canter across a flowery field in the countryside.
The older man leant his head back in ecstacy as he then picked up the speed and pounded my not so innocent, degraded body, thrusting as hard as he could whilst Mr Muscle Man gleefully watched on.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ the older man grunted, parting my arse cheeks even more as he puffed away in time to the sound of our slapping skins.
By now, Mr Muscle Man had got up and was beside me, naked. His cock stood to attention like a soldier with pearl like droplets of pre cum trickling down and over his throbbing veins.
I leant in closer and kissed his moist helmet, covering my lips with his sweet juices. My tongue then explored the circumference of his pulsing bulb before I carefully embraced him in my hungry mouth.
Mr Muscle Man grabbed my head and held me in to place, making sure that my mouth was clasped on to his manhood like a limpet as I bounced up and down on the older man’s cock.
With a mixture of grunting and groaning coming from both men, I knew they were enjoying my company. I was on cloud nine too, soaring the heavens and dancing with the stars and moon, but I wanted more. Much more.
As one thirsty bitch that constantly needs a dose of fresh manly nutrients, vitamins and energy drinks, I desperately needed my mini drought to be quenched and my dried up oasis to be over flowed with creamy cum.
I wasn’t disappointed as my wish came true.
Almost simultaneously, Mr Muscle Man came in my mouth as the older gent filled my other hole with a delicious hot, gushing, well deserved liquid midnight snack.
Riding on the tarty tide of a torrent cum collective river, our sweat soaked bodies writhed as one as the men relinquished their fluid whilst I drank on their offerings like a ravished succubus.
Having drained them of their love liqueur, I thanked them both, wiped myself down and went in search of my clothes.
‘Hey.’ I turned around to see Mr Muscle Man clutching a towel around his nether regions. ‘Can we do this another time?’
‘Yes. I’d love to,’ I responded.
‘Great. Give me a minute to sort myself out and we can swap details. Are you still looking for that lift home?’
‘Oh. Yes. Thank you.’ I forgot all about that.
‘Wait for me downstairs. I won’t be long.’
‘OK.’
With that, I gathered my bits and bobs, though still not had time to wash the make up from my face and headed down stairs.
Five minutes later, Mr Muscle Man met me at the gate and led me to his car.
‘You said that you didn’t live too far away, right?’ He asked.
‘Yes. About fifteen minutes away.’
‘Ah that’s good.’
With some basic chit chat about the party helped to pass the journey time, it didn’t take long for Patrick, aka Mr Muscle Man to give me a lift home.
As we pulled up at the end of my road, Mr Muscle Man asked, ‘That was fun tonight, wasn’t it?’
‘Yeah. I did enjoy myself.’
‘If you like, we can always do it again?’
If I like? If I like? Yes please!
‘That’ll be great.’ I tried to hold in my excitement. ‘You’ve got my details now,’ I said.
‘I do.’ He waved his mobile at me.
‘Message me when you want to meet up.’
‘Will do,’ he then gave me a peck on the cheek.
As I opened the door to step out, he leant over and said in a low, seductive voice, ‘next time, keep the lycra on.’
I closed the door and waved farewell as he left me standing on the curb, kerfuffled by his last comment.
And there’s me thinking that I’m a kinky bitch!
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