HE had him hold my head and ease his cock down my throat. I could hear HIS pride and HE talked about how well I could deepthroat most any cock. It was...all HIS training and HIS doing. Michael reeked of sweat and gas and mown grass. He tasted like sweat at the beginning, but soon I could taste the subtle brine of his pre-cum. I took Michael’s cock like a good girl...like the cock slut I was. I reveled in my ability to take his massive cock, as my hands enjoyed feeling his ass tightened every time. “Have a good time?” I asked her “Mmmm yes” she replied “He knows what he’s doing that Dan – that was easily the best fuck of my life”. I’d found my clothes and dressed but the girls were still all but naked “Can you check the room we were in please Steve – make sure it’s empty before we go in” asked Emma. I did so and the coast was clear so the girls got themselves dressed and we returned to the party downstairs. There were still plenty of people present – Chris & Nick were sat on the sofa. Almost as if in a trance I opened my door and swung my legs out onto the ground. I leaned out and stood up in those almost impossible heels, teetering for a few seconds to get my balance. The miniskirt was tight and restrained my legs, and the tight boots helped to steady my ankles. I straightened my clothing and closed the door, locking it behind me. In that moment I had never felt so exposed or vulnerable. Despite the lateness of the day there was still traffic entering and leaving the. “It was your fault. You kept topping me up.” “I only topped up your glass. I didn’t stop you going to the toilet.” “I was enjoying myself too much. I didn’t want to risk losing you by going back into the house to use the loo.” “You were dancing from foot to foot. I thought I was making you nervous.” “You were making me nervous. I’d met a gorgeous hunk…” “Don’t forget funny…” “I’d met a gorgeous funny hunk. Someone who I actually enjoyed spending time with… who gave me butterflies and then.