Secret Party Slut

My boyfriend doesn’t know I was a secret party slut a few years ago. What a hot memory!

“Are you going to my work Christmas party, babe?” my boyfriend asked yesterday. I want to; I always enjoy getting dressed up and going out. There’s just one issue; some of his colleagues and I worked at the same company a few years back. Oh we got along just fine… but there are some things my boyfriend doesn’t know. Like how I was a secret party slut!

I worked in a sales office where many of us had become good friends. One Christmas there was a fancy corporate-sponsored party at a large hall. I was single (and horny!), and wore a sexy sparkly short dress with thigh-highs, heels, and bright red lipstick. Perhaps part of me planned on becoming a secret party slut that night.

I wanted to surprise him (and myself!) by pulling off a hot secret party slut fantasy.

As expected, the food was good but the party quickly became boring. A friend who I had a bit of a crush on, let’s call him Jeff, joined me at the bar and we had a few drinks. We could have stopped there, or gone to a hotel room, but I wanted to have some fun. I ran my fingers up the inside of Jeff’s thigh and heard him gasp, pants already beginning to bulge. I got up and teased him by grinding my ass on his lap before slowly walking away. He followed me back to the main room, where I sat down at a table and patted a seat next to me. I wanted to surprise him (and myself!) by pulling off a hot secret party slut fantasy.

I put my chair under the tablecloth and angled it toward Jeff, spreading my legs, hoping he would be in on the fun. He was. He quickly sat down and felt under the table for my thighs and then slid his fingers up. “Oh fuck, girl!” he exclaimed loudly. Of course I wasn’t wearing panties, come on! People around us looked over. I laughed, feeling more turned on than embarrassed. This secret party slut fantasy was happening.

I had to be all in at that point.

Moving closer to Jeff, I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard music playing, people talking, myself moaning. I felt Jeff’s arm around me, his face close to mine, his hand on my mouth. Opening my eyes, I saw a few of our friends standing not too far away, looking at us with jaws dropped. They knew I was hot, of course, but they’d never seen me like this! Would they want to join? Should I let them?

I had to be all in at that point. Giving the onlookers a sly smile and a wink, I pulled Jeff’s hand out of my pussy and stood up like a queen. I did the secret party slut sashay, looking over my shoulder to make sure they were following, and went over to the Christmas tree display. Emboldened by liquor, I presume, and encouraged by Jeff, a friend that I’ll call Joe followed me behind a large tree where I motioned for him to get on the floor. “Dessert?” I asked seductively, lowering myself onto his face.

Our friends were intrigued by my secret party slut fantasy.

He licked my pussy lips for a few moments. Then, bringing his knees up, he grabbed my ass with surprising strength and plunged his tongue into me like a fucking master. He slid in and out of me, pressed and pulsed against my clit until I exploded, and kept pushing while he swallowed my cum. I knew I was gasping and crying out at that point. Luckily the tree softened some of the sound.

Jeff and our other friends were close by, peeking in on the action. They were polite and weren’t gang-bang types, but they were intrigued by my secret party slut fantasy. I decided to reciprocate on Joe; I’d already turned around and had his hard cock in my mouth. The deep throat goddess in me took over quickly as I hungrily gulped down that thick shaft. I went fast and sloppy, feeling the pride and satisfaction as Joe’s whole body trembled and stiffened. His orgasm was violent, making me gag from the force of his cum.

The others shook their heads and smiled. They’d never see me the same.

Joe and I took a breath, gasping and laughing on the floor, trying to gather ourselves. Suddenly there was a commotion. “Oh shit, the boss!” we heard. Our friends ducked behind the tree with us as a group of executives walked by. We all looked at each other and the mood shifted; perhaps the secret party slut fantasy spell was broken. Joe’s cheeks flushed and he took off after giving me a quick squeeze on the arm. The rest of us got up and walked out from behind the tree. “I’d better get going,” I said.

“I’ll walk you out,” offered Jeff. Bold move. The others shook their heads and smiled. They’d never see me the same. Neither would Jeff, of course, after I let him follow me to my car. He knew that my fantasy wasn’t complete. I gripped the arm of the car door, cheek pressed against the cold window, as he grabbed my hips and filled me deep, pounding me over and over until we were both satisfied. Understanding my wish to be a secret party slut, he withdrew silently, shockingly ran his tongue up my pussy, and smacked my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes. I collapsed to the seat, shaking with adrenaline and ecstasy.

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