0 comments/ 103689 views/ 4 favorites Based On A True Story By: might.b.curious So it started out as a regular Saturday night. My homegirl and I were at a birthday party. We were the best-looking chicks there, by far. Denise has a chocolate complexion and a petite frame. She's only about 5' 3" and a 34B; not as curvy as me but has a nice round ass. I'm pretty much the opposite since I'm caramel, 5' 11" and curvy in all the right places. Anyone that knows me knows I don't mind showing off what I've got and tonight I was definitely working it in a black miniskirt and blue top that looked like it was painted on to my 36DD breasts. Denise, always a little more conservative than me, wore a short sundress. We'd been best friends since kindergarten so we knew just about everything about each other and we loved going out together because we always attracted attention. I was standing in the kitchen fixing another drink when the birthday boy announced that it was time for the strippers. The men would be entertained in the living room while the women would have their own entertainment in the game room. I remember thinking that this was definitely my type of party. It had been a few weeks since I last have some so it would definitely be nice to have a naked man at my beckon call. By the time I made my way into the game room Denise and 7 or 8 other women were already seated and a sexy almond colored brother in a g-string was grinding his ass on some chick's lap. As I walked over to a seat by Denise the stripper looked up and gave me a wink. "Don't worry," I thought. "You'll get some of my money." He worked his way around the room and when he got to me he got on his knees and put his head right between my legs. My already short skirt was riding up even further but somehow I didn't care. I could feel his breath on my pussy and I was already horny. I closed my eyes and let out a low whimper as he moved from me to Denise. Denise was ready and waiting with $5 in her hand. "I want it on the pinball machine," she said. With that he sat her on the machine then climbed on top and started grinding his dick on her. She must have really forgotten she wasn't alone because we could all see that she was wearing white thongs. When he was done with Denise he told us he was going to change and he'd be right back. Denise and I looked at him and gave each other looks of approval. That meant that we were definitely about to compete to see who would get to bring him home. For some reason the men in the other room started to make a lot of noise and some of the women in the room went to see what the noise was all about. Then more and more started leaving and before we knew it, Denise and I were the only ones left in the room. When our stripper came back into the room he looked more than a little happy to see that it would be just us. He hadn't changed into anything. He was completely naked, wearing only a condom. "I guess it's just the three of us, huh?" he asked. "Looks that way," Denise said as she looked at the door. "So who's first?" he asked. I took a bill, put it way down in my shirt and said, "I am!" With his teeth he bit my blouse and slowly started pulling it down over one of my breasts. When he saw the top of my nipple, he stuck his tongue in my shirt and started to lick. My nipples were so eager for attention that they stood up as soon as I felt his tongue. He told me how great my tits were as he moved from one breast to the other acting like he was searching for the money down my shirt. By now I'd forgotten that Denise was even in the room and started to stroke his dick. I could feel him breathing harder as he started to suck on my right nipple. I was about to take the damn shirt off when Denise smacked him on the ass and brought me back to my senses. He grabbed the money with his teeth, smiled at me and moved over to Denise. With his back to her, he started rubbing his ass in her lap and took her hands and ran them down his chest to his dick. With his left hand he started rubbing her pussy. He must have been hitting the right spot because Denise stopped stroking his dick, leaned back, closed her eyes and started moaning softly. I sat next to them sipping my drink trying not to look while I waited for my turn to come again. "What's your name," he asked. "Alex," I said. He looked at me and told me to put my drink down. I did. Then he took my hand and had me stroke his cock while he continued to play with Denise's pussy. With his other free hand he spread my legs, pulled my thongs to the side and stuck two of his fingers in my pussy. As he fingered my faster, I stroked his dick faster. I was once again starting to slip into my own world when I heard him tell Denise to touch my breast. My brain was telling me to get up and make a run for the door. It was one thing to make out with a stripper in front of my best friend but it was another thing to make out with a stripper AND my best friend! I'd never done anything like this before and, even though we'd seen each other naked many times, Denise and I have never even looked at each other sexually. At least, I know I've never looked at her. But we'd talked many times about why we didn't like women so I was pretty sure that she wouldn't do it. I expected to hear he refuse but instead I felt her pull my shirt down over my breast and start rubbing my nipple between her thumb and index finger. I was shocked to say the least but I was even more shocked to find that it was turning me on even more. It felt so wrong. So forbidden. I mean, here we were in a room, half naked, with some stripper we'd just met at my ex's birthday party. And to top it off my best friend was now playing with my nipple. My pussy was so wet that my juices were now running down his hand. "See, I knew you two liked each other," he said. "Both your pussies just got wetter." Denise and I were speechless. We couldn't even look at each other. He spoke for us. "Alex, get on your knees and suck my dick while your friend here eats your pussy." Without a word I stood up while he sat in my seat then I did just as he said and got on my knees. Whether Denise was going to eat my pussy or not I was still horny as hell and dying to taste his cock. I pulled the condom off and slowly stroked his shaft while I licked and sucked his balls. Our stripper had a nice cock. It wasn't very long but it was thick, just like I like them. He let out a deep moan as I sucked his entire shaft into my mouth. "Mmm, yeah, " he moaned. "Swallow that dick baby." His words only made me hotter and I began to suck harder and faster like I was hungry for his cum. I looked up and saw Denise staring at me while fingering with her pussy. I quickly turned away and focused my attention back to the cock I had in my mouth. "You fuckin slut," he growled. "You suck that dick like you're hungry for it. You want it don't you? You want me to cum down your throat?" Then he grabbed my hair and started rocking his hips back and forth, ramming his dick down my throat. My juices were now running down my thighs and I could feel my pussy throbbing, begging for some attention. Then I felt a tongue running up the inside of my thigh and lapping up the juices that were flowing from my cunt. It was Denise. "Fuck it," she said. "I've always wondered what pussy tastes like." She pulled my skirt up over my ass, licked up my thigh to my ass and started nibbling and licking my ass cheeks. It felt my pussy get even wetter. Then she spread my ass cheeks apart, ran her tongue down the crack of my ass to my pussy and started tongue fucking my hole. All the while our stripper is still shoving his cock down my throat. For Denise to never have eaten pussy before she was sure doing a hell of a job. She'd buried her face in my ass and was now licking and sucking my clit. "Ohhh yes... eat that pussy," I moaned. "You little slut. How long have you wanted to eat my pussy? Does it taste good?" My words must have turned her on because she started sucking my clit even harder. I was about to cum and from the looks of it, so was our stripper. "Mmm, yeah baby. Suck it just like that. Don't stop," he ordered. I was so close to orgasm, I didn't even know if I could concentrate on him anymore. Denise had found the right spot and was sucking and licking my clit so hard and fast that I knew I was going to cum in any second. She only pulled away from my pussy long enough to tell me to cum in her mouth. "I want to swallow all your juices," she said. Nasty talk like that always turned me on and I was more than willing to oblige as I started rocking my hips and grinding my pussy into her mouth. The harder Denise sucked my clit, the harder I sucked our stripper's cock. "Oohh... here it comes baby," he yelled. "You ready? Swallow that cum for me!" Just as he shot his load to the back of my throat, I had my own orgasm and came all over Denise's face. We didn't have time to bask in the afterglow though. No sooner had we finished our little episode than we heard someone walking towards the door. All the time we were in the room none of us had gotten up and locked the door. We each jumped up and assumed our proper positions. A second later, two women walked into the room and gave us suspicious looks which we pretended not to notice. Then a few minutes later some more women made their way into the room. Denise and I each got another dance just to make sure no one suspected anything before made our exit. Needless to say we had a long quiet ride home. What happened when we got there... that's another story. (To be continued) Based on a True Story She sat alone in the empty hotel room, staring off into space and wondering what would happen once he got there. She had imagined this moment so many times that it didn't seem real, but she knew her life was about to change forever. Their meeting had been completely by chance, and she often marveled that it had happened at all. They met online, in an ordinary chat room, two people who somehow found each other among all the others. They started talking, and from that moment they were both affected. They lived thousands of miles and an entire ocean apart, but somehow their relationship bloomed. Even now, sitting with her feet propped up on the bed, she tried to remember what had compelled her to act the way she had. When he first talked to her she had called herself by a different name with a slightly different age. Along with these alterations came a new sexual history as well. The shy virgin she was in real life gave way to the unreserved and widely experienced woman she had created in her mind. He seemed captivated by her stories, and she kept fueling his desires for more. She blushed as she recalled one particular fabrication she had created. She once told him an elaborate story of passion taking place at a summer camp. She told of how she had encountered a group of fellow campers in the showers one morning, four of them engaged in a wet, steamy tangle of limbs. She went into detail about them, about how she had watched them unnoticed from behind a curtain, silently sliding a hand beneath her robe until her entire body shook from an orgasm. She had told this story in as much detail as she could think of, enjoying the thought of him getting off on it. Eventually the stories stopped. She made a mistake and he found out the truth: she had lied to him, about nearly everything. This was four months after they first began talking, and by this time she had grown torn in their relationship. She had become attached to him, even started to have real feelings for him, and she was sure he felt the same. The problem was that he didn't feel them for her; he felt them for the person she had created. When that fateful day came, she thought she would lose him. She was wrong. She confessed everything. She got it all out before telling him how sorry she was that she had lied. She nearly cried when he said he forgave her, saying he wasn't mad and could understand why she had done it. Though she was overjoyed at this, she knew he couldn't really understand why she had. She wanted to explain it to him, to have him know what no one else did. She wanted him to see the tortured and lonely soul that tried to find release through a new life. She wanted him to know how she had agonized over when and how she would tell him the truth. But most of all, she wanted him to see how much he meant to her, and how he had affected her life. From then on, things were different between the two of them. She told the truth, and he loved her for it. Lapses in conversations where she would normally start telling of some fictitious sexual encounter were instead filled with apologies for being so dull and having nothing interesting to say. This was later replaced by quiet confessions of thoughts of the future, and what would happen when the two of them finally met in person. That moment would happen any minute now. She pictured this in her mind often, but nothing had prepared her for what was going through her head at that moment. She tried to relax, and closed her eyes to begin with one of her many fantasies. It started with a knock at the door. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open, slowly revealing her love standing on the other side. He stood with a nervous _expression on his face, but as soon as her eyes locked onto his he broke into a broad smile. She responded with a smile of her own, and for a moment they stood motionless, neither sure of what to do. "Hello." He said unsteadily, searching deep within himself to find his voice. "Hi." She responded. They fell back into a comfortable silence, their eyes never moving. Finally, she broke the stillness by stepping towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his hands around her hips, and they both sighed as they held each other for the first time. They ended the embrace and together made their way out of the hotel and to the restaurant he had chosen for their first date. All through dinner the conversation never faltered. They talked about her trip and what had been happening since they last talked, all the while never taking their eyes off of each other. After they finished their meal they went for a long walk in the park, continuing their conversation and holding hands the entire way. Eventually the evening came to an end, and he walked her back to her hotel room. They stood outside her door and made plans for the next day, deciding on what time he would pick her up. With that settled, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. As she turned away he caught her arm, turned her back towards him, and kissed her gently, barely brushing his lips against hers. She smiled broadly and said goodnight again, slipping into her room and closing the door behind her. She watched through the peep hole as he stood outside her door, not quite sure of what to do with himself. As he started to turn away, she yanked the door open and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pressing her lips firmly against his, taking him completely by surprise. "You didn't think I was going to leave it at that, did you?" She asked with a grin. He was speechless as he pulled her close to him, kissing her more passionately. He spread her lips and rubbed his tongue against hers as she ran her fingers along his back. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently as his eyes traveled over her body. He kissed her again as he began undressing her, slowly pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside. His lips began moving down her body, sending a shiver down her spine. He kissed and licked her neck before making his way down to her breasts. He took one in his mouth, flicking his tongue against her nipple and causing her to gasp. He did the same to the other, and soon she could feel the wetness growing between her legs. He moved down even lower, playfully kissing her stomach until he reached her skirt. She lifted her hips so he could slide it off, and he continued to brush his lips against her skin. When he got to her underwear he stopped and gazed back up at her. Her chest was heaving with excitement, and her eyes begged him to go on. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and slowly pulled them off, breathing in her warm scent. Just looking at her was enough to make him completely hard, and he looked back up at her once more before he began. He started teasing her, licking at her inner thighs and going just high enough to make her squirm before going back down the other side. She began breathing hard, and he could see how wet she had become. He gently brushed his tongue against her clit, causing a slight moan to escape her lips. He rubbed again, pressing his tongue hard against her. She moaned again and arched her back into him as he slipped a finger deep into her, sliding it in and out in rhythm to his tongue. He continued until her gasps and moans told him she was almost ready to come, when he began rubbing her clit with his thumb and shoved his tongue inside of her. This sent her over the edge and she held the back of his head as she came. He lay beside her as she caught her breath, kissing her neck and brushing loose strands of hair away from her face. She sat up and rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him. She kissed him passionately as she undressed him, throwing his clothes on top of the pile of her own. After pulling off his boxers and seeing how hard he was, she was once again overcome by desire. She lifted herself up and slowly slid his cock into her, lowering herself inch by inch. They both moaned with pleasure as she sunk all the way onto him, and she began rocking back and fourth. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his chest as she made love to him. He rested his hands on her hips and guided her, setting a pace that quickly escalated with their growing excitement. He began lifting up to meet her with every thrust, and she arched her back into him as she felt herself getting close. He drove into her faster and faster until she could feel him start to come. Her eyes never left his face as his cock jerked inside of her. He moaned and sunk his fingers into her skin, causing her to come along with him. She collapsed on his chest, both breathing hard and unable to say a word. He held her close as he rolled her on her side, gently kissing her on the forehead. He reached down and pulled the covers over the two of them, wrapping them together. They stayed like that, lying tight in each other's arms, until they both drifted off to sleep. She opened her eyes and sighed. She was back in her empty hotel room, waiting and hoping her fantasy would come true. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.