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He Spanked My Ass and Filled Both My Holes at a Party

I noticed him looking at me from across the room. My stomach flipped as he lifted his glass and drank, his eyes staying on mine the whole time. The party noise faded and he smiled at me, just slightly. His hand flexed around the glass and I felt myself get wet because I knew what I wanted.

My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down.

You look incredible in that dress.

I glanced back up at him and felt my pulse quicken as I typed a response.

I need you so bad right now. Meet me in the hallway?

He read it and nodded once before setting down his drink. I set mine down too and excused myself from the group I’d been standing with, barely registering their responses. My hips swayed as I walked and the silk of my dress slid over my bare skin with each step. I didn’t look back because I knew he’d follow me.

I turned down an empty hallway and stopped to check my phone, leaning back on the wall. His footsteps echoed behind me and when I looked up, he was already halfway down the hall. My breathing sped up as he closed the distance between us. He reached me and grabbed handfuls of my hair, tilting my head back as he kissed me hard. I leaned into him and my hands fumbled behind me for the doorknob, desperate to get us somewhere private.

I finally got it turned and we stumbled into the room together. I pulled him all the way inside and kicked the door shut, the music and voices from down the hall becoming muffled. We shoved a chair under the handle for good measure. Then I pushed him back into the wall and kissed him harder because I needed more of him.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” I said between kisses. “Getting you alone.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt and took my time with each button even though my hands were shaking. When I got it open I ran my hands over his chest, loving the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles tensed. He shrugged out of the shirt and I went straight for his belt, fumbling with the buckle before I managed to get it loose. I got his zipper down and peeled his pants and underwear down his legs. His cock was already hard for me and I felt myself get wetter just looking at it.

I dropped to my knees without thinking. My mouth watered when I saw the bead of precum at his tip and I wrapped one hand around him, looking up to meet his eyes before I licked him slowly from base to tip. I took him into my mouth and he immediately grabbed my hair, holding on as I slid him deeper. I loved the little sounds that he made, and the way his stomach muscles clenched as he tried to control his breathing.

I wanted to be so good for him. I took him deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat, and then I pushed further. My eyes started to water but I didn’t stop, just kept bobbing my head faster as he bucked into me. His grip got tighter in my hair and spit started dripping from my lips down my chin. I loved how messy it was, how desperate we both were.

“Fuck my mouth,” I said when I pulled off for air. “Like you own it.”

He gathered my hair in one hand and thrust forward. “I do own this mouth.”

My hands gripped his hips as he started fucking into me for real. I tried to keep my throat as relaxed as possible and take everything he was giving me. After a minute I reached down between my legs, pushing my panties aside so I could get at my clit. I rubbed hard and fast, chasing my orgasm while his cock kept filling my mouth over and over.

He pulled out suddenly, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, kissing me deeply like he didn’t care that I’d just had his cock in my mouth. Then he lifted me easily and carried me to the bed.

My dress rode up around my hips as he laid me down and he immediately stripped my panties off, tossing them somewhere behind him. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and his mouth covered my clit before I could even catch my breath. His tongue moved fast and I opened my mouth to moan but nothing came out.

My thighs pressed hard into his shoulders as the orgasm crashed through me. I rode it out shamelessly, grinding into his face as my legs shook on either side of his head. He didn’t let up at all. Two fingers slid inside me and started thrusting deep while his tongue kept working my clit. I was so sensitive it almost hurt but I still couldn’t get enough.

Once it faded, I reached down to grab his hair, and pulled him up toward me. He moved up onto the bed properly and I pulled his body on top of mine, needing to feel his weight pressing me down into the mattress. His cock settled heavy and warm between my legs and I could feel how wet I was.

“I want to watch your face while you take all of me,” he said.

I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed at whatever I could reach, his ass, his back, his shoulders. I reached between us and grabbed his cock, putting him at my entrance. He groaned as he started pushing inside and I felt myself stretching around him. He filled me and I bit down on his shoulder as he started moving, needing to ground myself somehow. His hips snapped into me over and over and I felt the familiar pressure starting to build low in my stomach.

After a few minutes I sat up and he leaned back, somehow managing to keep himself buried inside me the whole time. I straddled him and started grinding down, rolling my hips slowly so I could feel every ridge of his cock. He watched me with hooded eyes and I watched him back, then he grabbed my waist with both hands and flipped me over.

“Turn over. I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock.”

I got onto my knees at the edge of the bed and my dress stayed bunched around my hips. His hand came down hard on my ass, once on each cheek, and the sharp burn made me moan out loud. He pressed between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat on the mattress and I arched my back hard, pushing my ass as high as I could get it.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect like this.”

I felt the head of his cock at my entrance again and then his finger at my ass, just barely touching. I pushed back into both, desperate to be filled in any way he’d give me.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I slid myself onto his cock.

His finger kept tracing around my asshole and I reached down to rub my clit, loving that I could feel his length moving in and out under my fingers.

He started fucking into me faster and I matched his rhythm, pushing back to meet each thrust. His finger pressed harder and I reached back with my free hand, grabbed his wrist, and helped him push through the tight ring of muscle. I moaned into the mattress as he filled both my holes and we fell into a faster rhythm together.

“Tell me what you want.”

My legs started shaking with how overwhelming it felt.

“Please,” I managed to get out. “Please give me your cock.”

I rubbed my clit faster as he pounded into me harder. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand and just held on. My orgasm broke suddenly and I went rigid for a second before it melted into rolling waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

He groaned behind me and his arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me back onto him as he thrust one final time and I felt him erupt inside me. My hand finally fell away from my oversensitive clit.

He pulled out carefully and I felt the rush of wetness between my legs. I rolled onto my back, wanting to keep his cum inside me where it belonged.

He stood between my legs with his cock still half hard and soaked with me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. I glanced around and noticed the wet spot on the floor, the mess we’d made on the bedspread.

“We’re never getting invited to another party,” I said.

He looked down at the floor and the bed, then back at me with a lazy grin. “Yeah, probably not.”

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