I Sucked a Lot of Cock at a Blow Job Party: Part I [FMMM] | 2016

(This is a really long story, so I broke it into two pieces)

When it happens, it takes hold, gripping me until I have a physical release. My neck is not the primary section of my body that feels this longing, but the urge has a strangle hold on me all the same. Masturbating relieves some of the tension, but the idea (and the compulsion) to have sex takes over.

When it happens, I accept it. I have outlets for sex with regulars and strangers. Typically, I start with my short list. These go-to men have proven themselves over time, and I know I will not be disappointed. There are times, however, when nothing but a stranger's cock will do.

On this particular day I needed more than one cock.

I got the idea to attend a blow job party from an ex-lover who frequented them as a single male. It's one of the rare exceptions to the swinging lifestyle where single men are welcome (and even desired). He was a mediocre lover, I remember, who thought that once was enough with me too. I doubt either one of us ever looked back.

Scrolling through the attendees posted on the website, I saw a familiar face of a guy I've fucked a couple of times, so I sent him an email asking if he was really going to the party. Once confirmed that he would be there, we agreed to meet in the hotel lobby and go up together.

This relieved me for a few reasons. The first being that I would get a chance to drink before sucking a bunch of guys' dicks. I don't get drunk, but a couple of vodkas do take the edge off. This man is also good-looking, so arriving with him would give me a certain amount of cache. I was no longer showing up to a blow job party as a horny single woman, I was showing up with a date.

When we arrived, a few people had congregated, but no action was going on. I figured that were waiting for more women. The host's wife was there (along with one of their cute, young friends), but I was the first female outsider to arrive.

The small talk was strained at first. No one was talking about the purpose for being there. No one mentioned sex or sucking or cum shots or anything having to do with blow jobs. It wasn't until all of the women they were expecting arrived—along with over a dozen men—that we got down to business.

“So, what are your rules?” the host asked me once the women were sequestered in their hotel bedroom. I didn't know what he meant by the question, so he tried to help. “My wife is a timid sucker—the men have to come to her. Gina won't let guys cum in her hair. Patti's not participating tonight. Are there any guys here you don't want to suck?”

“No. I'll blow all of them,” I said. No cum in the hair? Not participating? Why the hell were these women here? “I may be hesitant at first, but I would like to have lots of cum dripping down my face and hair. Just tell the guys that I need to ease into it.”

Our host left the room as the women primped a bit. All of the women were in lingerie, and I felt silly because my date had told me everyone wore street clothes, so I was in jeans. I felt decidedly unsexy until one of the women lent me some tap pants, and I had a tank top that I put on with no bra. Everyone else looked like they had just walked out of Frederick's of Hollywood, but I felt okay. (For those of you who have not read my posts before, I'm a 40-something blonde with natural 36C breasts, great legs, and lots of curves. My eyes are my best feature.)

From what I could hear through the walls, the host was giving a heads up to the lay of the land. Presumably some of the guys were also off of some of the women's lists. I don't know how they handled that—I just hoped the cast-offs were happy they got me at least.

As soon as we emerged, four men circled the host's wife as she got on her knees and opened her mouth wide. I didn't know it ahead of time, but I would not have liked that, so I'm glad I mentioned the hesitant piece. The men let me come to them.

My date wasn't getting hard, so he hustled me into the bedroom so I could be his fluffer. As I got on my knees, he undid his pants and held out his dick for me. At the same time, one of the other guys came over with his pants down. As I sucked my date—he claimed there were too many dudes out there for him to feel comfortable—I stroked the other guy. After they were both hard, I switched—hand on date, mouth on the other guy. This second guy had a great dick. The girth was amazing and he was probably 7 to 8 inches long when hard. I opened wide to do my best to take him all of the way, and he helped by placing his hand on the back of my head and gently pushing me toward him.

After a couple of minutes, my date said he was going to try someone else. In other environments that might have bothered me, but I liked the other cock better, so this gave me a chance to really concentrate.

“We fucked before, you know that?” I couldn't really talk because I was busy licking his balls, but I did look up at this other guy with the great cock. Nothing registered. “I even came to your house. You don't remember that?”

Taking his shaft in my hand and stroking it with my saliva all over it, I made eye contact and said, “I'm sorry, I don't. What else did we do?” Then I popped his big cock back in my mouth, opened my throat, and tried to take him all of the way without choking. He didn't come, but we both were curious what was going on in the main room, so we stopped what we were doing and made our way out there.

The mini-bar within the room gave away that this was a mid-level corporate hotel. Stainless steel sink, Formica counter top, small refrigerator like you might find in a dorm room, and microwave rounded out its features. While it was nothing special, as the party progressed, that small three-sided space became my refuge.

My date strolled over to where I was standing first. When I got down on my knees, all I could see was his firm dick and hairy legs. The rest of the room was blocked to my view, but he could see everything. I asked him to tell me what was going on as I wrapped my lips around him. Leaving plenty of spit on his pole, I licked up and down, cupped his balls with my hands, and made plenty of eye contact. He started thrusting into me pretty rough. I responded by holding on to his ass with both hands.

As my date spewed all over my chin and neck, he yelled out, “I love you!” which I thought was hilarious. I took his semi-limp dick and started smearing the cum all over me with it, but he didn't like that, so then I grabbed a towel from the bar and cleaned myself up.

Turning around to face the room, there were two circles of men standing around two women who were sucking and stroking while on their knees. Two men were sitting on the couch lightly stroking themselves and one guy was standing off by himself. I motioned for him to come over to my little corner, and he got a big smile on his face as he made his way across the room. . . .