1. Three is a Crowd

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I scour my wardrobe for the right outfit for tonight. The catsuit, skimpy shorts, or the cloak with lingerie. Then, the latex dress catches my eye.

It's super sexy, stripper red and skin tight, but with its length and spaghetti straps, it still leaves something to the imagination. My pussy tingles as I wonder who will be pulling it off me tonight. My nipples harden in anticipation.

Nothing beats great sex. There is nothing in the world like a hot guy between my thighs or a sexy girl kissing my breasts. Pure bliss.

I check my watch before pulling the dress over my head. Carrie will be here in ten minutes. I smile as I think about my escapades with my best friend.

The threesomes, the orgies, the double dates. We have a blast. Some nights, though, all we need is each other, exploring our bodies with no strings attached, no drama, just friends with benefits fun.

As I think about Carrie's body against mine, the vibrator on my bedside table catches my eye. I reach over to pick it up, running my fingers over its smooth curves before moving it between my legs and pressing the on button. Its soft hum is music to my ears, and my pussy throbs warmly in response.

Turning up the setting, pleasure radiates through me. I shiver involuntarily and clench my dress in a fist. No time to revel in lust, though.

The taxi's on its way. I take one last look in the mirror. My bra lifts my breasts up, creating a deep kissable cleavage.

The latex dress hugs my curves. No underwear, of course. I'm about to take a selfie when Carrie arrives.

The journey there is exciting, filled with cheeky kisses, giggles and caresses, keeping one eye on the driver. At the club, we pull away from each other to pay, ignoring his mischievous grin. If he thinks he's caught us out, he's wrong.

Carrie and I thrive on exhibitionism. We enter to immediate debauchery. Handsome men with chiseled jawlines and delicious torsos.

Women with beautiful breasts and shapely figures. After several glasses of champagne from naked waiters and waitresses, I'm talking with a couple whose hands are roaming my body, stroking and teasing. The woman encourages me to kiss the man, and his tongue flits in and out of my mouth with hunger.

She gently pulls me away by my hair, guiding me down to kiss his collarbone, his chest, his hips, until I'm faced with his cock. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I hear his groans echo between us. The woman responds by running her tongue up and down between my thighs, making me gasp.

The more pleasure I feel, the deeper he thrusts into me, and soon my throat is full. I suck firmly as he throbs in my mouth, then slowly slide my mouth back up to his tip, which is deep red and slick with saliva. I give him one stroke, then another, feeling him stiffen even more before another woman's hand wraps around mine and takes over.

Assuming he's being well looked after, I go to find Carrie, who is wrapped up in a blonde man, Joshua. They're happy for the extra company, and Joshua's hands slip down to play with our pussies as our lips meet passionately, soft skin on skin, sending electricity through my body. We share his dick with skill, my mouth on the tip, Carrie on the balls, working together until he shudders with pleasure.

Carrie leans back to play with herself and watch as it's my turn with Joshua. He teases my pussy with his cock, circling my clit, leaving me tingling and moist. Suddenly, with a strangled moan, he drives into me, and I gasp as he slides balls deep.

I immediately want him faster, harder. Carrie moans beside us, turned on by the sight. I let him thrust erratically, his sweat dripping onto my face, and his moans increasing.

When I hear this, I wriggle out from under him, reveling in his groans of frustration. I'm not ready for a climax yet. Spurred by curiosity, I wander the club until I'm lost in the hallways.

At the end of one corridor, I see a small black door. I open it to a bed piled high with cushions. There's apparently nobody around, but before I can shut the door, a man's hand grabs it from the outside.

Hi. I'm so sorry, are you waiting for someone? His smile catches me off guard.

His skin is the color of caramel and his green eyes glitter. I didn't think I was until now. He's so hot, I'm momentarily shocked into silence.

He extends a hand. David, but you can call me Dave. Natalie, but you can call me Nat.

There's a beat, during which his eyes drink me in. I wait. Can I join you? This time, I let my eyes do the talking.

I take in his tousled hair, his toned body, his semi-hard cock, which twitches to life as I gaze. My pussy responds hot and wet. Yes.

He pulls my hair away from my face as he plants kisses along my neck before ripping my dress off with one hand, quickly followed by my bra. His lips continue down to my breasts, where he pauses to lick and suck my nipples. I pull him towards the bed, the door closing behind us, and we tumble onto it, a mass of limbs.

He rolls me underneath him and blows gently along my skin, making my pussy throb. His fingers wander between my thighs, and I open them for him. His touch is sweet and sensual, teasing my skin and making me moan.

He grips his cock between our bodies. It's fully erect and dripping. I'm going to fuck you now.

You can do better than that. His eyes narrow with arousal. His fingers play with my pussy, sliding gently in and out, spreading the wetness over my lips and down my thighs.

I gasp as his thumb runs deliberately over my clit, and he grins. He grabs my hand and wraps it around his dick. Oh my god, you feel what you've done to me? See how much I'm throbbing for you? Oh, I'm gonna stick this deep in your pussy.

Every. Single. Inch.

Every. Single. Inch.

He guides his dick with both our hands as it slips inside me, filling me up, making me ache for more. While I fuck you, I'm gonna rub your clit. Just like this.

His fingers return to my clit, where between sharp thrusts of his cock, then stroke and firm circles, making my eyelids flutter. Oh my god, your pussy is so fucking hot. Oh, I know you're nearly there.

I'm so turned on by his skill. The lower half of my body is bathed in a warm feeling, which lets me know my orgasm is near. He's having trouble controlling himself now, but once where long, controlled strokes in and out of me are now frantic, I can see his muscles draining as he tries to hold himself back.

Come on, you know you want to. He stifles a moan and uses his thumb to massage my clit in firm, steady circles until I can't take it anymore. As I revel in the pleasure that's rushing through me, he stops thrusting and concentrates on me until the climax hits, and I'm coming hard and intense.

As it hits me, he thrusts back into me and lets out a hoarse moan as his own orgasm takes over. I feel him pulsing inside me, his cock jerking, and his legs shaking. I feel our heartbeats hammering together, and it takes some time before we catch our breath.

When he's partially recovered, he turns to me and poses the question. Do you, uh, do you want to get out of here? Do you want to get out of here? Yes.

At his apartment, he lends me his sweater, flicks the kettle on, and we watch Netflix, chatting and getting to know each other. As I start to doze off, I think about how I've never ended a night at a sex party by cuddling with a cup of tea. What is it about this guy that's so different? you.