A Cock Par-Tay

If you wanted to have unaltered, unbridled, unlimited anonymous sex, where could ya go???  Yeah, you guessed it. A costume party at a produced by swingers association at a out of the way club. Me and a friend of mine, the Sultan, so named 4 his swarthy cock and because of the costume he was wearing that evening,( I was going as.. what else.. a JUDGE)  decided to check one out and it was on. The best thing about swinger events is that they are planned by ADULTs, yeah this cuts down on all the bullshit that accompanies other shindigs. For example, the event is held at a club, that is connected to a hotel. Genius. So that debauched revelers can drink and fuck at the club, then stagger down the halls to fuck and drink in the rooms. Genius. Of course if one gets the urge to fuck or drink on the way to the club from the rooms, and from the rooms to the club, that also is possible. Genius.
The Sultan and I checked in about 5 pm, saying hi and making friends with people we passed along the way to the room. When its your first time at a swinging event, mingling is definitely the way to go. The swinging set hangs together. Friendships are built and nurtured. One never knows when a guy you met at an event needs you to come ova and bulldoze his wife. We get to our room plug in the ipod boombox, Breakout the ten different types off booze, with a case of beer and start mixing drinks. Pretty soon there’s a knock on the door, which we left wide open to expose us in our boxer briefs. A chubby, big titted brunette in 5in white hooker heels pops her head in. “Hey,my room is like right across from you. I was about to go in but I like that song. SuperStar by Lupe Fiasco.  http://www.mtv.com/videos/lupe-fiasco/186348/superstar.jhtml mind if I come in” “C’mon in, but there is a price for admission” I say. “What is it” she asks smiling “U have to take yer top off and rub on yer tits for us” the Sultan replied. She pull down the white tube top and places her hands over both nipples  ”And what do I have to do if I want something to drink?” she asked looking at our desk full of liquors. “Down cum shots, and chase them with beer” I said as I went for those titties. Pulling, rubbing, squeezing. Her hands drop down to our cocks, stroking them. Then she was on her knees, sucking them alternately while getting her hair pulled and her nipples pinched and slapped. I heard a name being called outside of the room, then her husband appeared at the door with an ice bucket. “I should have known, I leave you for a lil while and you’re already sucking cock” She slurped “un huh” in agreement. “Well I’ll be next door” he said, and left. “If you are what you say you you are, a superstar, then have no fear, the camera’s here”  I push chubbette up onto one of the beds put on a condom and shove my throbbing cock into her. She moaned and arched her back to get all she could. She had a greedy wet pussy that she rocked it back toward the cock in perfect rhythm. Her fleshy white ass jiggled with joy on every thrust. I couldn’t help but give those needy cheeks a firm slap with every other thrust. Chubbette was taking it good, and now her pussy had become so juicy that it was making that ‘whap, whap‘ noise with every pump. Her ass was turning pink/red, and her body was glistening from sexual trauma. I was about to come so I pulled out, ripped the condom off and shot it into her face (I’m a professional, don’t try this at home. Ripping a condom off in a frenzy could lead to extreme PAIN) The Sultan who had been fucking her face, switch positions and shoved his nine incher up that pussy. She grunted her approval, going from eight to nine didn’t bother her at all. With her eyes glued shut with my cumstock, she set about getting the last drop out of my cock while the Sultan rode her doggystyle. Then he slammed her hard, knocking her off her hands and knees and onto her chest flat on the bed. The bitch was getting manhandled and loved it. She was grunting like a pig as that pussy got stretched, then starting making those excited high pitched noise as she was about to cum. I was just standing there watching with my cock in my hand, now as she was about to cream I reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair to assist her in the goal. bada boom, bada bing. BAMM. There she blows. The fucking whore had a hold of bedding like she was holding on for dear life. It sounded like she was crying and laughing at the same time as she mouthed and repeated OH My God like 15 times. I let go of her head, grabbed her a beer, placed it in her hand and ordered “Chase it bitch” She open up one eye. looked at me, said “Oh My God” and swing half the can in 2 gulps. yep, she could swallow alright. When she got up off the bed, which was mine, it was wet. She stood up, rested the beer on a table, and shook her hands to regain feeling in them. I picked up the beer, positioned it over her head and said “Open wide” “OK, but don’t wash the cum off my face, my husband is gonna want to lick it off, just in my mouth, ok” I looked at the Sultan, we both shrugged our shoulders and laugh. “OK” Into her mouth, all down her tittles and over her skirt which she had pulled back down over her ass. She was laughing we were laughing. Heck. The party hadn’t even started. “Ok, now thats enough for you, we have to clean up now, time for you to run along” the Sultan informed her. She just giggle, I gave her slap on the ass, and the Sultan gave her a slap on the ass as she began to leave. She stop at the door and cooed, “Can I come back later” The Sultan and I exchanged devious glances on the destruction that would ensue, then looked at chubbette and replied in unison. “Sure my dear, c’mon back, it’s gonna be fun.” Yep, that was only the beginning