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Two years around this time, I was at a small party, roughly 30 people. I knew some of them, but most were strangers to me. It was carnival season and everybody was in high spirits. My boyfriend at that time wasn't with me as he was on a skiing trip for two weeks. I didn't join him as I don't like these cold sports. I had a lot of fun at the party. We joked and drank quite a bit, Tequila shots, Vodka with sherbet powder, ..., well, you know these kind of parties :).
At one point, I started to wear a red helmet, one of the guys had brought with him. For some reason that I can't remember anymore, probably too much alcohol, I didn't want to let go of the helmet for the remainder of the night. When the party was nearing its end, early in the morning, the guy whom the helment belonged, approached me and wanted it back. However, I was still refusing. So he said jokingly, "Well, if you don't want to give it bakc, you have to come home with me", to which I just shrugged and replied "okay" with a smile. He seemed surprised for a moment, but the he agreed. We took our coats and were on our way, he supporting me from time to time as I was still unsteady on my legs from all the drinks.
Once we arrived at his place --hmm, thinking about it, I still can't remember his name nor whether he even told me-- we took of our coats and shoes. He guided me to his room. Apparently he was living in a flat-share appartment. When we were in his room, I think he probed just how far he could take me. He tapped on the edge his bed and said "This is where the helmet usually rests." Still tipsy and considering this as some kind of game, I went over and sat down on the bed where he had tapped, crossing my legs and folding my hands over my knees. Triumphantly, I looked up at him and smiled "So, now the helmet rests just where you want it to be." He sat down next to me and replied, "Well, not exactly. You would have to take it off and put it on the bed." I looked at him, shook my head while holding the helmet, and made a sulking face. "Well you have to take it all of at some point", he told me, and added after a short pause "What about a compromise? You can keep wearing the helmet, but the rest has to go off. You can only have one or the other." I tilted my head and looked at him. After a moment, I nodded "Yes, that sounds reasonable." The worst thing about this was that I really believed it at that moment.
I stood up, still on wobbly legs, and, probably to his surprise, I began to pull off my socks. I had to stop in between, supporting myself on a cupboard, but I finally managed to get them off. Loooking over at him, I tried to straighten myself and began to open the buttons of my brown shirt. I like to imagine him sitting there with buldging eyes, but it probably was rather with a sly smile. Once I had my shirt open, I let it fall down to the floor, revealing a light blue top underneath. I gave the guy a confident smile, happy that I could keep wearing the helmet. I took off my necklace and started to unbutton my jeans. As I was pulling them off, I lost my balance and fell back on the bed. He had to support me and sit me up again. Then helped me to struggle out of the pant legs. Seeing my blue, lacey panties, he probably got excited and quickly helped me out of my top, revealing a matching bra. Then, when I was occupied trying to pull down my panties, he opened the back of my bra. I finally managed to pull them down and leaned forward to take them off completely. My bra fell down at the same time. With a laugh, I let myself fall back on the bed, holding the helmet. I was quite groggy after this effort, but I smiled happily at the guy, as I was still wearing the helmet. My mind was still so fuzzy that I didn't fully realize my situation.
I was laying on the bed, naked but for the helmet, My lower legs were hanging down over the edge. I was facing the ceiling with closed eyes. I was quite exhausted from the night. Then, I felt a hand on my thigh, caressing me. It felt good and a smile appeared on my face. I felt his caressing slowly moving upwards. As he touched my other thigh, I spread my legs a bit to make room for his hand and let out a small sigh, which probably encouraged him. His other hand began to cup my breast, and started massaging me in slow circling movements. This went on for some time, with him slowly inching higher on my thighs. My eyes had been closed the whole time. Then, I felt his breath close to my face and heard him ask "Would you like something to drink?" while he continued to caress me. I agreed, and he replid "Great, I'll be right back." I felt him standing up from the bed and heard the door to his room being opened. When he was gone, I realized that I was pretty thristy, and really exhausted. But I didn't have much time to think about that, as he was back right away. I heard a drawer being opened and closed again. Then, he sat down on the bed again and said "Here you are, I hope you like it." I finally opened my eyes again, sitting up on my elbows, taking a glass out of his hands. The contents were a sparkling pinkish fluid, and I quickly drank it down. It tasted like some kind of Vokda Red Bull. "Ah, I really needed that. Thank you". I handed the glass to him and let myself fall back on the soft bed. I folded my hands on my chest, and closed my eyes again.
Soon, he was back at caressing my thighs tenderly. This continued for a while. It felt good and I was getting light-headed again surprisingly quickly. Then, I felt how my legs got spread apart, but I didn't mind at that point. I felt his carassing moving upwards towards my crotch. And soon, fingers were brushing over my lips, teasing me. I let out a sigh, and felt one finger slighly pushing between my lips as the other fingers rested on either side. He let his finger slide over the whole length of my crotch, with one finger just slightly immersed. He repeated this several times, letting his finger sink deeper. I let out a sigh each time, it was so arousing. I heard some rushling while he was rubbing me, but I didn't mind it. Finally, he stopped and said "I think you are ready, now." Not really understanding, I opened my eyes again and looked up. I saw the guy sitting there, naked, holding his boner with with one hand, while the other was between my legs, fingering me. I felt light-headed and aroused. He wiggled his shaft and repeated "I think you are ready, now." A sly smile appeared on his face while I was looking at him, or rather at what he held in his hand. He had a very sizeable cock, smooth and almost hairless, just as I like it. I realized that he was still sliding his finger through my slit, and that I was getting wet. "You know that you want it, don't you?" he asked. Not awaiting my answer, he added "Tell me that you want it." He started rubbing me more intensely. I couldn't help myself, chewing on my lower lip, I answered "I want it!" Now it was his time to smile broadly. He asked "What do you want?", wiggling his cock once again, and continuing to play between my legs. I don't know why, but in my mixed state of being aroused, tipsy, and light-headed at the same time, I blurted out with "I want your cock!". The smile on his face grew even broader, and he replied "Good girl. Come and take it."
I eagerly scrambled forward to where he was holding his cock. I still don't know why I behaved so oddly sex hungry at that time, I hope it was only due to the alcohol and that I didn't have had my bf for almost two weeks. I was quickly leaning over him, my lips wrapping around his shaft, and started to suck eagerly on him. I felt that he reached for my hanging breasts and started to play with one of them. I didn't mind, in fact it only made me more aroused. I got on all fours, his cock still held tightly between my lips, so he could better reach for my breasts. He continued to fondle them, alternating between both breasts. Then, he leaned a bit to the side and reached for my back with his other hand. As I was still suckling on his shaft, I felt, two fingers tracing my lips, rubbing over them and finally inserting between them. I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. I heard him say "Don't stop, you like this. Don't you?" I clasped my lips tight around his shaft once more and nodded eagerly, before continuing to suck on him. I only truely remember that I loved sucking on him, together with him stimulating nipples and vagina, this made me so aroused and wet.
At one point, he reached for my head and lifted it up, away from his cock. I looked him into the eyes, half-devoted, half-hungering, and he told me "It's time for you to really earn the right to wear that red helmet." I smiled and nodded, feeling happy. He clapped on my butt cheek and beckoned me to turn around, which I obediently did. My butt was now raised, facing him, as I was crouching deeply on the bed. I felt his finger tracing my protruding, now puffy lips. I let out a muffled sigh. Then I felt the tip of his glans parting my lips slightly. He let it slide between them, teasing me. I felt his hand grab my buttcheeks, spreading them, and then he shoved forward. Raising my head from the bed, I let out a moan, it felt so good being penetrated once again. He started with a quick rhythm, and I was soon breathing heavily, letting out small moans, short "Ah"s and "Oh"s, as he pumped into me. From time to time, he gave me a smack on my buttcheeks which I answered with a lusty moan. We were bumping our bodies noisily against each other for quite some time. He had reached forward in the meantime and was now cupping my swaying breasts, and squeezed my erect nipples in the end. I let out a satisfied sigh. Then, I felt him retracting and taking me by my waist. He turned me around on my back and grabbed my legs, raising them high up in the air and spreading them. I looked up at him between my legs, and must have surely had a lusty expression on my face, for he had, once again, a knowing smile on his face. He slid forward, and his glans found my lips and pushed in without hesitation. He went deep, spreading me wide. My mouth was open once again, moaning in lust. Soon, he was leaning on me, my legs pushed back to my shoulders. He pumped into me in long and hard strokes. The sound of our bodies smacking against each other could be clearly heard. He had me reduced to breathing heavily in between high-pitched moans of pleasure.
Then, once he had pushed into me particularly deep, I felt his cock stir and could feel him shooting a loud of warm cum into me. He quickly retracted out of me and shot another big load over my chest and breasts. When he was done, he left the room and went to the bathroom from what I could hear. As I was still horny at that moment, I put my feet on the bed and spread my legs once more. I reached between them with my left hand and started rubbing my clit. My other hand was grabbing my left breast. As I was already highly aroused, it didn't take much. My butt was soon rising from the bed and I was starting to tense and moan loudly as I felt the wonderful waves of an orgasm finally crash in over me. It felt so good, finally getting satisfaction. After my orgasm had ebbed off, I was laying on the bed, naked and still covered in cum. I was extremly exhausted and tired now, and fell to sleep, before that guy came back.
On the next morning, I awoke with a headache and had trouble to realize where I was at first. But then, I remembered what had happened last night. I felt so ashamed about what had happened. I quickly jumped out of the bed, noticing that I was still naked, and that the door to the room was open. I put on my clothes in a haste. There was no sign of the guy from last night to be seen or heard. Before leaving the room, I looked around whether I could find the red helmet, but it was also gone. When I went out of the room and headed for the entrance, I ran into one of that guy's flatmates. He gave me a knowing smile, tracing me with his eyes. I turned bright red and looked down, and quickly heded for the door and was gone.
I never told my boyfriend about this night...
At one point, I started to wear a red helmet, one of the guys had brought with him. For some reason that I can't remember anymore, probably too much alcohol, I didn't want to let go of the helmet for the remainder of the night. When the party was nearing its end, early in the morning, the guy whom the helment belonged, approached me and wanted it back. However, I was still refusing. So he said jokingly, "Well, if you don't want to give it bakc, you have to come home with me", to which I just shrugged and replied "okay" with a smile. He seemed surprised for a moment, but the he agreed. We took our coats and were on our way, he supporting me from time to time as I was still unsteady on my legs from all the drinks.
Once we arrived at his place --hmm, thinking about it, I still can't remember his name nor whether he even told me-- we took of our coats and shoes. He guided me to his room. Apparently he was living in a flat-share appartment. When we were in his room, I think he probed just how far he could take me. He tapped on the edge his bed and said "This is where the helmet usually rests." Still tipsy and considering this as some kind of game, I went over and sat down on the bed where he had tapped, crossing my legs and folding my hands over my knees. Triumphantly, I looked up at him and smiled "So, now the helmet rests just where you want it to be." He sat down next to me and replied, "Well, not exactly. You would have to take it off and put it on the bed." I looked at him, shook my head while holding the helmet, and made a sulking face. "Well you have to take it all of at some point", he told me, and added after a short pause "What about a compromise? You can keep wearing the helmet, but the rest has to go off. You can only have one or the other." I tilted my head and looked at him. After a moment, I nodded "Yes, that sounds reasonable." The worst thing about this was that I really believed it at that moment.
I stood up, still on wobbly legs, and, probably to his surprise, I began to pull off my socks. I had to stop in between, supporting myself on a cupboard, but I finally managed to get them off. Loooking over at him, I tried to straighten myself and began to open the buttons of my brown shirt. I like to imagine him sitting there with buldging eyes, but it probably was rather with a sly smile. Once I had my shirt open, I let it fall down to the floor, revealing a light blue top underneath. I gave the guy a confident smile, happy that I could keep wearing the helmet. I took off my necklace and started to unbutton my jeans. As I was pulling them off, I lost my balance and fell back on the bed. He had to support me and sit me up again. Then helped me to struggle out of the pant legs. Seeing my blue, lacey panties, he probably got excited and quickly helped me out of my top, revealing a matching bra. Then, when I was occupied trying to pull down my panties, he opened the back of my bra. I finally managed to pull them down and leaned forward to take them off completely. My bra fell down at the same time. With a laugh, I let myself fall back on the bed, holding the helmet. I was quite groggy after this effort, but I smiled happily at the guy, as I was still wearing the helmet. My mind was still so fuzzy that I didn't fully realize my situation.
I was laying on the bed, naked but for the helmet, My lower legs were hanging down over the edge. I was facing the ceiling with closed eyes. I was quite exhausted from the night. Then, I felt a hand on my thigh, caressing me. It felt good and a smile appeared on my face. I felt his caressing slowly moving upwards. As he touched my other thigh, I spread my legs a bit to make room for his hand and let out a small sigh, which probably encouraged him. His other hand began to cup my breast, and started massaging me in slow circling movements. This went on for some time, with him slowly inching higher on my thighs. My eyes had been closed the whole time. Then, I felt his breath close to my face and heard him ask "Would you like something to drink?" while he continued to caress me. I agreed, and he replid "Great, I'll be right back." I felt him standing up from the bed and heard the door to his room being opened. When he was gone, I realized that I was pretty thristy, and really exhausted. But I didn't have much time to think about that, as he was back right away. I heard a drawer being opened and closed again. Then, he sat down on the bed again and said "Here you are, I hope you like it." I finally opened my eyes again, sitting up on my elbows, taking a glass out of his hands. The contents were a sparkling pinkish fluid, and I quickly drank it down. It tasted like some kind of Vokda Red Bull. "Ah, I really needed that. Thank you". I handed the glass to him and let myself fall back on the soft bed. I folded my hands on my chest, and closed my eyes again.
Soon, he was back at caressing my thighs tenderly. This continued for a while. It felt good and I was getting light-headed again surprisingly quickly. Then, I felt how my legs got spread apart, but I didn't mind at that point. I felt his carassing moving upwards towards my crotch. And soon, fingers were brushing over my lips, teasing me. I let out a sigh, and felt one finger slighly pushing between my lips as the other fingers rested on either side. He let his finger slide over the whole length of my crotch, with one finger just slightly immersed. He repeated this several times, letting his finger sink deeper. I let out a sigh each time, it was so arousing. I heard some rushling while he was rubbing me, but I didn't mind it. Finally, he stopped and said "I think you are ready, now." Not really understanding, I opened my eyes again and looked up. I saw the guy sitting there, naked, holding his boner with with one hand, while the other was between my legs, fingering me. I felt light-headed and aroused. He wiggled his shaft and repeated "I think you are ready, now." A sly smile appeared on his face while I was looking at him, or rather at what he held in his hand. He had a very sizeable cock, smooth and almost hairless, just as I like it. I realized that he was still sliding his finger through my slit, and that I was getting wet. "You know that you want it, don't you?" he asked. Not awaiting my answer, he added "Tell me that you want it." He started rubbing me more intensely. I couldn't help myself, chewing on my lower lip, I answered "I want it!" Now it was his time to smile broadly. He asked "What do you want?", wiggling his cock once again, and continuing to play between my legs. I don't know why, but in my mixed state of being aroused, tipsy, and light-headed at the same time, I blurted out with "I want your cock!". The smile on his face grew even broader, and he replied "Good girl. Come and take it."
I eagerly scrambled forward to where he was holding his cock. I still don't know why I behaved so oddly sex hungry at that time, I hope it was only due to the alcohol and that I didn't have had my bf for almost two weeks. I was quickly leaning over him, my lips wrapping around his shaft, and started to suck eagerly on him. I felt that he reached for my hanging breasts and started to play with one of them. I didn't mind, in fact it only made me more aroused. I got on all fours, his cock still held tightly between my lips, so he could better reach for my breasts. He continued to fondle them, alternating between both breasts. Then, he leaned a bit to the side and reached for my back with his other hand. As I was still suckling on his shaft, I felt, two fingers tracing my lips, rubbing over them and finally inserting between them. I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. I heard him say "Don't stop, you like this. Don't you?" I clasped my lips tight around his shaft once more and nodded eagerly, before continuing to suck on him. I only truely remember that I loved sucking on him, together with him stimulating nipples and vagina, this made me so aroused and wet.
At one point, he reached for my head and lifted it up, away from his cock. I looked him into the eyes, half-devoted, half-hungering, and he told me "It's time for you to really earn the right to wear that red helmet." I smiled and nodded, feeling happy. He clapped on my butt cheek and beckoned me to turn around, which I obediently did. My butt was now raised, facing him, as I was crouching deeply on the bed. I felt his finger tracing my protruding, now puffy lips. I let out a muffled sigh. Then I felt the tip of his glans parting my lips slightly. He let it slide between them, teasing me. I felt his hand grab my buttcheeks, spreading them, and then he shoved forward. Raising my head from the bed, I let out a moan, it felt so good being penetrated once again. He started with a quick rhythm, and I was soon breathing heavily, letting out small moans, short "Ah"s and "Oh"s, as he pumped into me. From time to time, he gave me a smack on my buttcheeks which I answered with a lusty moan. We were bumping our bodies noisily against each other for quite some time. He had reached forward in the meantime and was now cupping my swaying breasts, and squeezed my erect nipples in the end. I let out a satisfied sigh. Then, I felt him retracting and taking me by my waist. He turned me around on my back and grabbed my legs, raising them high up in the air and spreading them. I looked up at him between my legs, and must have surely had a lusty expression on my face, for he had, once again, a knowing smile on his face. He slid forward, and his glans found my lips and pushed in without hesitation. He went deep, spreading me wide. My mouth was open once again, moaning in lust. Soon, he was leaning on me, my legs pushed back to my shoulders. He pumped into me in long and hard strokes. The sound of our bodies smacking against each other could be clearly heard. He had me reduced to breathing heavily in between high-pitched moans of pleasure.
Then, once he had pushed into me particularly deep, I felt his cock stir and could feel him shooting a loud of warm cum into me. He quickly retracted out of me and shot another big load over my chest and breasts. When he was done, he left the room and went to the bathroom from what I could hear. As I was still horny at that moment, I put my feet on the bed and spread my legs once more. I reached between them with my left hand and started rubbing my clit. My other hand was grabbing my left breast. As I was already highly aroused, it didn't take much. My butt was soon rising from the bed and I was starting to tense and moan loudly as I felt the wonderful waves of an orgasm finally crash in over me. It felt so good, finally getting satisfaction. After my orgasm had ebbed off, I was laying on the bed, naked and still covered in cum. I was extremly exhausted and tired now, and fell to sleep, before that guy came back.
On the next morning, I awoke with a headache and had trouble to realize where I was at first. But then, I remembered what had happened last night. I felt so ashamed about what had happened. I quickly jumped out of the bed, noticing that I was still naked, and that the door to the room was open. I put on my clothes in a haste. There was no sign of the guy from last night to be seen or heard. Before leaving the room, I looked around whether I could find the red helmet, but it was also gone. When I went out of the room and headed for the entrance, I ran into one of that guy's flatmates. He gave me a knowing smile, tracing me with his eyes. I turned bright red and looked down, and quickly heded for the door and was gone.
I never told my boyfriend about this night...
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