Dear Diary,
It was New Year’s Eve, and Lucy and I had descended upon a house party in Clifton like two predators on the prowl. We were dressed to kill, our silhouettes designed to command every room we entered. We checked our coats with the girl at the door and made our way inside, our heels clicking across the limestone floor.
Lucy, a voluptuous brunette with deep, mahogany eyes, was a vision of shimmering excess in a sequined minidress that glimmered under the strobe lights, the fabric barely containing the ample swell of her DDs and the lush, dangerous curve of her hips.
“Elle, darling,” she purred, her eyes auditing the way the light hit my frame, “that red satin looks like a very expensive invitation to a very dangerous evening.”
I smoothed the liquid fabric of my backless red satin slip dress, which grazed mid-thigh, my blonde hair cascading down my spine in a golden current. Towering red fuck-me pumps sharpened my posture, accentuating the lean strength of my legs and the firm, rounded invitation of my ass.
“And you, Lucy,” I replied, “look like the kind of excess that men go bankrupt for. Let’s not keep them waiting. Shall we?”
We weren’t just there to celebrate; we were hunting for the lucky man who would serve as our first fuck of the new year.
The evening began with a calculated mingling, our movements fluid as we sipped cocktails and charted the room. As the night deepened into a rhythmic haze, we flirted and danced with a selection of men, sizing them up with clinical hunger before we eventually turned our attention back to each other. On the dance floor, the air between us turned electric. Before I could catch my breath, Lucy was kissing me—boldly, right in front of everyone—and I met her mouth with equal fervor.
Our kisses deepened into a desperate, rhythmic heat as our hands began to map the supple undulations of one another’s frames. Lucy’s heavy breasts pressed against me, a soft, crushing weight, as I claimed the sculptured fullness of her ass in my palms. She surged against me, her knee sliding between my legs until my wet thong was pressed firmly against the smooth, bare skin of her thigh.
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as the tip of my tongue traced the interior, a silent promise. Lucy didn’t say a word; she simply took my hand and guided me upstairs to a vacant bedroom.
The door had barely clicked shut before we were making out again. Lucy pushed the satin straps off my shoulders. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed in a red lace bra, a skimpy red lace thong, and my red heels. She started kissing me, steering me toward the bed, her hands squeezing my ass with possessive intent, before laying me back and climbing on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Whilst we snogged, the cold bite of metal snapped around my wrists; she had handcuffed me to the headboard. Leaving me exposed in my red lingerie and fuck me pumps, she simply walked away, the click of the door signaling my transition from predator to prize.
I waited in a state of helpless, thrumming anticipation until the doorknob turned again. I expected Lucy, but it was Darren’s broad shoulders that filled the doorway. Darren had broad, powerful shoulders and a chest that strained against his shirt. I’d been teasing him on the dance floor earlier, and he couldn’t keep his hands off my feminine curves. His eyes locked onto my bound form with a dark, instant recognition. Lucy sauntered in, her dress unzipped but still clinging to her curves. She stood behind him, rubbing his crotch over his trousers.
“I told you she’d look good like this,” she purred into his ear.
“Better than good,” Darren replied, his voice a rough, baritone growl. I watched the heavy swell of his cock grow beneath his trousers as he approached the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he knelt between my restrained legs, shoving my knees wide. “Fuck, look at you… all tied up for us,” he muttered, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Lucy’s dark laughter echoed as she worked on his belt.
“She’s been dripping for you since the dance floor, isn’t that right, baby?” Darren’s thumbs were grazing my inner thighs. I couldn’t lie.
“Yes, I’m soaked.”
Darren’s mouth crashed onto mine, not like Lucy’s; his kiss was harder and more demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. His hands moved down my inner thighs, seeking out my pussy through the lace of my thong, feeling how soaked the fabric was for him.
Lucy freed Darren’s cock from his boxers, the tip glistening with precum, and stroked it. She gripped it tight, smearing his precum over the head with her thumb. Darren removed my thong, sniffing it before he tossed it aside, inhaling the scent of my fragrant pussy.
“I want you to taste her first, make her beg for it,” Lucy commanded as she continued to stroke his cock.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck and across my collarbone as he discarded my bra. Only my fuck-me pumps remained as his teeth grazed my nipple, before his mouth sealed over it, flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, baby, I love your bald pussy,” he said. Two of his thick fingers drove into my cunt, curling upward to find my G-spot. My back arched off the bed, a primal howl escaping my throat.
“That’s it,” Lucy cooed, her fingers rubbing her clit as she continued to wank Darren with the other. “Make her scream.”
Darren obeyed, his fingers pistoning, his thumb maintaining a relentless pressure on my clit. The dual sensation sent me spiraling, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I gasped for breath, and just as I reached the precipice, he stopped. I whimpered, bucking my hips in a desperate search for his touch, but he only drew his fingers, taking them into his mouth.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he said.
I could see Lucy grinning, “Then get your mouth on her pussy and stop teasing.”
Darren didn’t hesitate; he moved down the bed and pushed my legs wide open. His tongue lapped my clit, a wet, heavy stroke that made me jerk against the cuffs. His lips slashed over my clit, and he sucked hard, making me cry out. Lucy lay beside me, her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look at her.
“Look at you, Elle, all spread out for us, dripping on his tongue,” she whispered. Her free hand slid down, and one finger slid inside me as Darren sucked my clit. The sensory overload was total.
She spoke again, “You’re gonna come so hard, aren’t you? Wearing your slutty fuck-me pumps, both of us touching you, owning you.”
Darren’s tongue was relentlessly swirling and flicking, his fingers curling as Lucy pressed my clit. Making me spin.
“Please,” I moaned, I’m gonna… fuck…”
“Do it,” Lucy commanded, “cum on his tongue, you dirty girl.”
My orgasm ripped through me—a violent, beautiful convulsion. My back arched, and I strained against the cuffs. My juices gushed over Darren’s face, and he didn’t miss a drop, lapping at me until I collapsed back, chest heaving.
Lucy laughed, “Good girl,” and pressed a kiss to my temple before drawing back, still stroking Darren’s cock. Darren crawled up and kissed me again. I could taste my own essence on his tongue.
“My turn,” he growled, his cock resting against my freshly shaved, throbbing pussy.
I was still sensitive, every nerve ending screaming, but I wanted him. I wanted them both.
Lucy’s fingers found my clit again, circling as Darren’s hips rolled forward, his thickness stretching me inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock, Lucy’s teasing touch, and her hand pinching my nipple.
“Fuck you take him so well,” Lucy murmured, her lips brushing my ear as he bottomed out. “Such a good little slut for us.”
Darren groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he pulled back. He thrust back in again, harder this time. Lucy matched his rhythms, her touch light and teasing, keeping me on edge as Darren fucked me with slow, deep strokes.
“Harder,” I moaned, my body craving more. Darren didn’t need to be told twice; his hips snapped forward, pounding into me, the bed creaking, the sounds of our skin slapping together filled the room.
Lucy increased her rhythm, her breath coming in sharp bursts as her arousal increased, watching, her hand sliding down to her own pussy.
“That’s it,” moaned Lucy, “fuck her like you mean it, make her scream,” and scream I did. The next thrust hit the perfect slot, my nails digging into my palms as I pulled on the cuffs.
“Come for us slut” demanded Lucy, “cum on his cock like the greedy little whore you are.”
The words sent me over the edge for a second time. My pussy clenched around him in a vice-like grip as Darren’s own release built. Lucy’s fingers flew over her clit, her other hand gripping her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out as Darren buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled my cunt with hot, thick spurts of cum.
Lucy didn’t stop; her own fingers kept working her hungry hole. Her free hand gripped Darren’s shoulder as she rode her hand to orgasm, her juices running down her thighs.
Darren lay on one side of me, Lucy on the other. Darren lightly kissed my neck and ear whilst Lucy lightly traced her fingers across my skin.
Lucy reached over me to stroke Darren’s cock to get him hard again.
She straddled me on all fours, kissing me as Darren entered her from behind.
“Mmm fuck he’s so big,” moshed Lucy. “You seemed to take him a lot easier in your slut pussy.”
Darren slammed into Lucy from behind, driving her forward so she was pinned against me. The room echoed with the sharp, heavy cracks of his palm against her ass, a violent rhythm that matched his thrusts. Lucy let out a muffled moan against my lips as we snogged, her teeth grazing my tongue in a sharp, desperate bite while she bucked against him.
Darren pulled out of Lucy and plunged into my pussy.
“You love fucking that little whore, don’t you?” Lucy teased. He pounded into me harder as I bucked my hips to his rhythm.
After a few minutes, he thrust back into Lucy, fucking her harder as her moans got louder and louder. When she let out a shriek, I knew he’d put his thumb up her arse. She didn’t last long after that. She came all over his cock, her juices leaking down her thighs onto me.
Darren pushed back into me again. Lucy composed herself and straddled my face.
“Clean me slut, she said, and I lapped at her pussy. “Look at you taking all that cock, bucking against him like a slut. I can see his cock bulging in you, dirty bitch.”
She kept talking, calling me a dirty bitch, a slut, a cum bucket until she couldn’t anymore. My tongue pressed against her clit as her second orgasm ripped through her, soaking my face. I couldn’t take it anymore and came all over Darren’s cock again, my body straining against the metal.
“Cum on his cock, filthy whore,” she said. Darren was grunting now, a primal sound of total surrender. “Cum in the slut again, she’s just a worthless cum bucket.” That sent Darren over the edge, and he shot rope after rope of hot, creamy cum into me.
They collapsed on either side of me. Darren played with my tits as Lucy licked my ear. “Happy New Year, baby. I think it’s going to be another slutty year.”
Lucy didn’t uncuff me; she kept me bound to the headboard until dawn. I was awakened throughout the night whenever she felt the urge to see Darren use me as his helpless cum bucket, my body forced to take every drop he had to give.
We had an incredible night banging in the new year.
Love,
Elle
