It was 8 o’clock in the morning. Christian Woodson raised his head from the floor. He looked down at his body. He had nothing on but his red briefs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered loudly. He jumped up and looked around the room.
Above where Christian was sleeping was a bed. He presumed a girl was sleeping in said bed. Still wondering what happened last night, he quickly put on the clothes he had on last night and quickly got out of the room.
“I can’t believe it. Was it this wild?” he said to himself.
“Hey, Christian. Killer party, huh?” A dwarf in green boxers said from the bathroom.
“What’s up, Dylan?” Christian said automatically, without really thinking. Out of earshot, he said to himself, “Dylan was here? They never invite him to parties. I didn’t see him last night. Bigger question: why is there a midget in the bathroom? But I remembered this.”
~~~
Last night, Christian went to a house party thrown by two of his friends from work, the twins, Lance and London Kingston. It was their birthday party, so it was big. It was on a Saturday night. Most of their co-workers would all be there. Plus, he not so secretly had a thing for Ashley. He had a thing for a few female co-workers. It was a reason why his uncle didn’t want him at his firm. He knew Ashley and his uncle fucked. Ashley had the smarts. She had the wiles.
In addition to that, he wanted to see what their house looked like. So after knocking on the door, Christian quickly rubbed his hair and scruffy beard down the best he could before the door opened.
“Oh, hey, Chris! Good to see you. Long time, no see,” London said after she opened the door.
“What’s up? Good to see you, too.”
The two had a short embrace, and as he stepped in the house, he looked around in awe. Their house was like a leviathan. It was huge. Christian had found out he walked into a mansion party.
“So, want a drink?” London said to him, with a smile. Looking back at it, it was a devious one.
“Nah, I’m good. Get me a soda or something.”
“Christian wants a soda!” she said to her brother. Distantly, he nodded.
Before he could drink it, he heard…
“Hey, Christian!” Another one of his old acquaintances, Becky, said happily. She was visibly wasted. Slightly amused, Christian smiled and waved. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the dance floor. “Dance with me!” she said.
While he was dragged, Christian shrugged and muttered under his breath, “What the hell? I’ll do it.”
Christian did his basic two-step routine dance move. That was until all of a sudden she turned around and started grinding. And Christian actually liked it. He always thought she was cute, but they have had their differences in the past. They were dancing right in front of the DJ booth when the song changed to Tyga’s “Do My Dance.”
She ground on him some more, as Christian formed an erection and fought to keep it under control. Of course, he failed. She turned around and said in his ear, “Are you… hard?”
He looked down, cursed, and nodded in shame.
“Come on,” She whispered softly.
She dragged him upstairs, with a bulge in his pants. After that, it was all a blur.
~~~
Coming back to reality, Christian Woodson slowly started to remember what happened that night. When he realized what might have happened, he exclaimed, “Oh, shit!”
He covered his mouth, trying to stifle the noise. He pulled out his phone to try to get to the bottom of this mess once and for all. He flipped through the pictures quickly, while walking through the labyrinth that was the mansion party. One was of Dylan piggybacking on Christian with him smiling more. Christian laughed as he looked at that. As he laughed, he passed by a door. He heard noises.
“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Yeah. Fuck.”
Christian held his mouth in silence and surprise, because he learned that was Lance’s voice. The question was who was he fucking? The door was slightly ajar. He was trying to see as much as her body as he can without being caught. Turns out, he did. It was Sabrina, the firm’s supervisor. Sabrina was very professional behind closed doors… and hot. She got plenty of looks. He got a little hard listening to them fuck. She let out a few soft moans before getting louder.
“Yeah, take that dick.”
SMACK.
“Ugh!”
“Damn,” Christian said. “That’s kinda hot.” He quickly walked past the room, perusing through the pictures.“Oh, my god!” He covered his mouth again. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, damn.” Christian’s mouth gaped at the picture that he looked at.
“That doesn’t happen very often,” he said to himself.
It was a picture of Becky, Ashley, and her friend Michelle, of whom Christian was an acquaintance with, in a drunken girl-on-girl-on-girl make-out session in their bras and underwear.
“How could I not remember this? How, damn it?” Christian said.
“Morning, Big boy,” Ashley said.
“Hey, Christian,” Becky said, obviously hangover ridden.
“Morning,” Christian said. “Wait, Ashley, what…”
“Did you find out what happened last night?” she asked.
“Do you know?”
“Well… It got a little wild, let’s just put it that way,” Ashley said.
“Did we fuck?” Christian said.
“Um. Let me answer this question,” The security worker for Bagwell and Associates, Brad came up to them.
“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Brad was here?”
“You got a problem with that?” Brad replied.
“No. I just got questions.”
“Oh. Yeah, about that question… Yes. You did. And… I did. And… Dylan did.”
“Wait… You mean to tell me… We had a sex party?”
Brad nodded.
“Oh. That’s why…”
“Yep.” She nodded.
“Damn.”
Christian’s diminutive friend that also worked there, Dylan interrupted him.
“What’s up, sexy people?” He climbed on the sofa.
“Dylan, my boy. Just the man I wanted to see.”
Becky sighed.
“It was group sex, everyone got action,” Dylan said. “I had the camera. So, I got a little action too.”
“Oh, hell, no. Ok. So, we had a sex party?”
“Dude, I filmed it, bro. It’s on your phone,” Dylan said.
All of a sudden, footsteps came.
“What’s all this? I have a hangover for God’s sakes… oh. Hey, Papi. You liked me last night?” Was I your little slut?” She giggled.
It was Michelle. She looked at Christian and sat down next to him.
“He still doesn’t know yet,” Becky said to her.
“Just play the video,” Dylan said.
He pushed play on the video on Christian’s phone. He was terrified. He was actually in a sex tape. All he wanted to do was go to a party.
“Hey, sexy…” Michelle on the video said. He blushed at the sight of that. “Oh, look at it! Que hermosa!”
“Cute? Cute? You’re saying that my… Cute? Wow.” He retorted, laughing in disbelief.
~~~
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me with your big black dick!” Becky moaned while she was getting penetrated and her breasts groped by Brad.
The camera panned to Ashley who was getting her treasure licked by Christian for the first time in ages.
“Ugh! Right there! God, I missed that…”
Christian grabbed her curvaceous ass with all the lust he had.
The camera panned downwards to another person. It was Michelle sucking off Dylan vigorously. Eventually, everyone switched people to satisfy sexually until everyone reached their peak.
~~~
“Question, who got the most cum?” Christian asked.
“Becky and Michelle did. Easy. You’re some cum sluts, aren’t you?” Dylan said.
“Yeah, we can be. But you got to earn it.”
Christian smiled at that. Next week at work, there were some stories to tell.