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I have always enjoyed being the center of attention, although I pretend differently. I am definitely more than slightly chubby, but still quite vain and want people to notice my pretty face, long legs, and huge, gorgeous tits. I know what looks good on me, and work it as hard as I can.

Sometimes I work it in “unacceptable” places. As a hardcore science fetishist, I often attend lectures and conferences and find it nearly impossible for me not to sexualize the speaker. Although this habit comes in handy during boring lectures, it can pose a slight problem when I am trying to pay attention to the WORDS coming out of his mouth.

I find myself crossing my legs frequently, and even putting my fingers in my mouth as I imagine hearing the sound of his zipper coming down, and the smell of his cock in my face. Soon, I start thinking about what could happen and can smell my pussy getting wetter from the ideas . . .

I imagine that after the lecture, the speaker invites several of us back to his house. Everyone has a splendid time, and we discuss many wonderfully important things in extremely bright witty ways. I excuse myself to go to the restroom, and after I piss, I put my fingers in my pussy and notice how wet and warm it is. I have been flirting with the speaker all night, and it has gotten to me. I go to wash my hands, but stop. Instead, I smile at my reflection and rub my pussy soaked hands all over my cleavage, my neck, and my hair. I want him to smell my need for his cock. I check my makeup, pinch my nipples to make them stand out, and go back to the party to try to get him alone.

When I come back to the party, I notice how some of the people have left. In fact, all of the couples have left, and I notice that it is just me, the speaker, and about four other men. I don’t want to appear too forward, so I go to the kitchen to get a drink and hope he will follow me in. He takes the bait, and comes up behind me, so that his face is right in my hair. I hope he will breathe deeply, and he does. He chuckles, and then smells it again. I prepare to say something flirty, but he puts his hand in my hair and pulls my head to the side. He licks the nape of my neck, and I find myself struggling to maintain my composure. He takes the other hand, and reaches up my dress, where he finds that I am not wearing panties.

“I win! I knew she wasn’t wearing panties!”  I hear him say, and I am shocked. He is calling out to the other men at the party, who come quickly to the kitchen.

“Her entire body smells like sex, I can taste it on her neck.  And look at that hairy cunt.”

At this point he pushes my head down, bends me over, and kicks my legs apart with his so that my naked ass and pussy are on display. He takes my hands and puts them on the cold granite island countertop, and starts to lick my neck again.

I know that this is starting to get dangerous, but it feels so good to have him kiss my neck. I then feel hands on my ass, and I know it is not his. In an instant, I decide to close my eyes and go with it. I remind myself that this is just playing, and that I can stop at any time I want. Or so I think.

The hands rub all up and down my ass, and a finger traces down from the small of my back, through my ass crack, and stops just at the opening of my pussy. The finger goes around and around the opening, but never goes in. Finally it starts to go in, but then just as quickly pulls out and heads up to the clit. When he finally touches it, I get even wetter, and start backing my ass into the finger. The finger becomes two fingers, and then three, until the entire hand is rubbing my pussy and pulling at the pussy hair.

I hear a zipper, and tense up. I brace myself, but it turns out the zipper is in front of me. Eyes still closed, I feel a cock against my cheek. Someone is still holding my hands to the island countertop, so I have no choice but to open my mouth and start sucking.

The cock in my mouth is wide, salty, and uncut. I taste precum and it makes me greedy. I want more and try to pull it further into my mouth. I hear a laugh, and then someone grabs my hair and pulls me onto the cock until it is in my throat.

At the same time, the fingers that were rubbing my pussy have started fucking it. Again, it started with two fingers, but soon I can feel the entire hand in my cunt just pumping and pumping.  I start bucking and moving so that the hand feels like it is coming towards to cock in my throat. At that moment I am nothing but mouth and cunt, and horny for more.

I pull my hands loose from the person holding them down, and pull my head off of the cock. The hand comes out of my vagina, and I open my eyes. All around me I see cock. I can’t remember who is here, I can’t remember who is who, I just want as much cock as possible and I want it now.

I start to get down on my knees to suck the cock to my left, but someone grabs my hair and pulls me out of the kitchen and into the living room. Hands everywhere pull my dress over my head, and rip the bra from my chest. Someone starts kissing me and someone else moves me over to the couch. Before I can get on the couch, one of the men sits down. He is completely naked, but all I can see is his cock. This time, the cock is not as wide, and has a big fat purple cut head. I am picked up and placed on it, and start to fuck this person whose name I can’t even remember.  He starts sucking and biting my nipples, and pulls my ass cheeks open. I feel another cock against my ass and before I can say or think anything, I feel the pop; and my ass opens up to let him in.

I look around and notice the other guys standing around watching, jerking themselves off as they do. I move my head, and motion them over to the couch. I get one guy on each side and put my hands on their cocks. Then the last guy goes to the other side of the couch, and feeds me his cock.

Five cocks, all mine. They don’t see me, they just see a series of holes on a couch, and that is exactly what I want to be. I am getting fucked, and kissed, and fondled, and bitten all over, and I feel like such a slut, such a whore, but I have never been happier.

As if he is reading my mind, the man in my ass leans closer, and growls at me “Now come bitch! Come on these cocks!”

Hearing that pushes me over the edge. My pussy starts to contract and I start riding the cock in my pussy faster and faster, until someone grabs my hips and makes me remain still, as the person behind me slams into my ass. As I come, I can feel the first spurt in my mouth. I start to swallow, and more comes shooting down my throat.

My guttural moans are soon echoed by the two men beside me, and I feel each of them come on my back. The man behind me pulls out of my ass, and lifts me off of the cock I am fucking. He pushes me onto the floor, and he and the man I was just fucking stand over me with their cocks in hand.

“Get up, bitch!” says one of them, and I get on my knees. “Open!” I don’t know what he means, and he smacks me squarely on the face. “Open your goddamn mouth!”

I open my mouth and the one who slapped me comes first. He comes on my lips, my tongue, and my chin. The other man then starts to come, but comes all over my tits instead. Without prompting,  I start rubbing all the come into my tits, and bring my hands up to my mouth.

I look around, and recognize all of the men I have just fucked. However, when I look in the mirror across the room, I barely recognize myself. My face is covered in come, my tits are glistening with it, my hair is messed up, and my makeup is all smeared. I am surprised at my appearance, looking like such a dirty come covered slut. More surprisingly though, is the fact that I LIKE what I see.

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This post, Life of the Party, originally appeared on Minivan Libertine on 02/05/2010. If you are viewing it anywhere other than in a feed reader, it was scraped illegally and without my permission. Please email minivanlibertine at gmail dot com and let me know.
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