Aside from his Christmas bashes I usually declined his party invitations. When I finally did show up for his Christmas party, I only knew a few people...and left early to escape my social awkwardness. My name is Peter, I go by Pete. I’m average looking at best. I have a rather sparsely populated mustache and the only time I tried to grow a manly beard it looked more like pubic hair: frizzy, thin and patchy. The best one word description of my build would be, “slight.” I’m not skinny, but not. “Fuck, you guys weren’t lying, this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever seen! She’s tiny and hot as hell!”“I’m telling you, bro, she loves it too, give it to her good.” The way they talked about her like she wasn’t even in the room, the way they squeezed her legs as they pinned them back unnecessarily hard, started to excite Stacey. The man fucking her mouth took her hair into a ponytail and jerked her head backward, opening her throat to slide his prick all the way in, and started to literally. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as her hands started to move from my head down my neck and over my back. This was it, she was going to be mine after all this time and in the kitchen we eat in. Everything slowly started to disappear and it was just me and her. My heart was beginning to race and I could feel my panties getting soaked in all my juices from the excitement. I stood and pushed my chair back as I slowly moved my hands down her back to her firm tight ass and gently rubbed then. I wanted to feel his cock up inside of me so badly. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I stood up. Pulling his hand down between my legs, I ground my pussy against it while I stroked his dick. As I moaned with pleasure, he turned me around. Pushing his stiff cock up against my ass, he began to slide it up and down in my soapy ass crack. He moved his hands around my waist, pushing one down to my pussy where he resumed finger fucking me and moving the other up to my tits where he massaged my hard.