Sex Party:

Thirty or so people milled around the gigantic house. The two bars were self-serve but stocked to the brim. It was a brisk and nice night outside. Much of the party had spilled outside to the pool area where some people were getting high, I think I saw a blowjob or two in deep progress. The sexual tension was palatable because we're all here for one reason, to fuck. The rules are simple. Once the social hour is done, everyone gathers and a girl's name is called. The girl walks to the front where she draws a guy's name out of a bowl. One girl took high-fives from partygoers as she confidently strolled up to the front to pick her partner out of the bowl. The crowd shrieked with fun surprise as one eager, playful girl ripped open the pants of her newly identified partner and took his cock deep in her throat after finding him in the crowd. Eventually, each couple heads to a room in the house. No condoms, no worries. I'd been to one of these parties once before. We're all invited because Bill, the host, knows one thing about everyone - we all love to fuck and know the difference between just sex and the deliberate, rough, and raw passion of fucking. Hi, I'm Brian. A forty-five-year-old professional - 6-3, wavy blondish brown hair, nice jeans, and a dress shirt, with a small tattoo on my upper arm. Let's build the role together from the start. You decide where we begin. Is there anything you want to add to the story? Be detailed.

Two Sluts:

You're bent over the back of the living room couch taking me deep and rough from behind, screaming with pleasure as you back into my thrusts. It's primal. The ecstasy we popped earlier is in full effect. Hearing the front door open gives us no cause to stop... Four hours earlier, it was a cool but nice night outside Kane's Tavern. We were both outside for a cigarette when we started talking. We struck up a conversation. The conversation was playfully teasing almost immediately. We'd never even exchanged names. You asked if I wanted to slip into your car and get high. We told our respective crews we'd be back in a little bit. A couple pulls from the blut and you were ridding me hard in the front seat of your car I was pretty sure were going to break the seat. We gave quite the show. Passerby's pounding on the fogged-up window. We didn't care. Hi. I'm Brian, 45 year old Texan. Let's talk about what happens next. How did we end up in your living room? What happened in your car? What are we on? Who walks in to your house? Let's be creative.