Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Vagina Wars pt 2.

Disclaimer. Blah blah blah you should know it by now. If not.. Go back and read the rest!

Sgt. S. where we’re we?

Magical mouth!

This man knew what he was doing. And god help me, I didn’t want his ass to stop. Ever. The flicks of his tongue on my nipple. Pinching hard on the other. My pussy just drooling from the excitement.

And then he’s gone… Empty space. Don’t stop jack ass. I was almost there. Fucker!

He walks me over to a weight bench and shoves me forward. Hands running down my side and over my ass. Spreading it, he runs his still hard cock over my pussy. I love this position by the way. It’s the greatest position ever though of! Damn I just can’t get enough. He slowly slides into me. And back out. No no no no. Get back in there soldier! Terrorists are in my vagina and you need to use your damn cock to kill them all. Hard and fast!

I can’t hold still. At this point all I can think about is coming. His grip on my hips get harder. His nails digging into me. And he slowly slides back in. My body takes control. Has a mind of its own. I push back into him hard. And he starts to move faster. A whole slew of fucks and yes and oh gods come flying out of my mouth as he picks up pace. I move a leg up on to the bench and oh dear sweet mother of baby Jesus he hits that spot. Over and over. Pounding at it. A hand is on my clit, rubbing and twirling and pinching? Did he just pinch my clit? Seriously? But jeabus cristo it worked. Sent me cumming so hard and fast, my whole body is shaking. Wave after wave after wave of pure pleasure.

And he’s still going. Harder now. Each thrust making him smack against my ass and thighs. I can barely hold myself up. My legs are so shakey, my head resting on my arms. My cries and moans getting louder and louder. He grabs my arms and pulls them back behind me. It hurts but damn it. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life. And he cries out. Fucking me like a god damn rabbit. Busting hard inside me. Sending me once more over that edge. Sweating. Panting. Sooooo not able to fucking move.

Best fucking sex of my god damn life. More of Sgt. S. to come in the near future!

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Side Bar

Well loveys I know it’s been a week since my last Confession. So here it is..

I was in school for criminal justice. And it was our time for externships. We go out and shadow peoples to get a better feel of the possible surrounding we will be in. And because I’m nosey, I went to shadow a prosecutor for a few weeks. Really all he had me do was file and type. Asshole. But I made sure to dress the part. I had always had this fantasy. A hot lusty office fuck.

You see, he was a very demanding man. Done things a certain way and hell forbid if you tried to do it your way…

“God damnit Vik. I’ve told you this over and over again! Do it the way I told you or go find someone else!”

Tonight was the night I was gonna corner him. I pout. Near fake tears. Tell him how sorry I am. Make sure to slip in the “I know I’ve been bad” and give him my best pearly white smile. But my eyes say it all. For a week now, I had been… Whoring myself up. Shorter pencil Skirts, higher heels, wearing the jacket with out a shirt and wearing my BEST push up bras. I’m already a busty bitch, but who doesn’t love a little more.

I’ve seen his looks. The lick of his lips. And on one special occasion the beautiful erection he tried to control. Poor man. He really didn’t have any chance. He has to have some blue balls by now.

I know just how to tease a man. Sitting across from each other, we’re shuffling papers, taking down notes. And I set my trap. It was actually pretty warm in his damn office. Half the time I think he did it on purpose. I take a cold bottle of water out of his mini fridge. Run it around my neck, over my chest, over my thighs. The whole time my eyes never leaving his face. I’ve got him! He’s watching me. But his features are stone cold. But his one and only tell… He’s breathing heavier. That’s right. Look at my nice big perky tits.

He has a paper I need. All the way across the table. Why bother getting up… I can just leeeeeeaannnn…. *wink*. My tits are practically in his hands.

“FUCK!!” oops. I spilled water all over his front. He shoots up from his chair and I quickly run to grab napkins. Going down on my knees in front of him, I go to work trying to dry up what I can off him. Dabbing, and rubbing. He’s frozen in place just watching me. I keep getting closer and closer to his cock. A fake look of worry plastered on my face.

I get up and purposely lean over the table away from him to grab more napkins when I feel hands running up my thigh and over my ass. Moving with slow tortuous speed, getting the lay of the land, until his hand is in my hair. A quick and hard jerk of my hair has my head snapping back. His body over mine. His other hand working its way around the front of my skirt. Pressing hard into my clit. My gasp apparently makes him chuckle. He continues to rub my clit as he grinds his cock against my ass.

“Seducing your boss can have painful consequences Viktoria. How eager you are to push the boundaries. You’ve tested my buttons, are you prepared for the punishment!?”

To be continued….

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Vagina Wars

Disclaimer: blah blah you know the drill. Shits been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Names. Dates. That’s about it.

Step into the light that is Sgt. S. A god like the rest but… He’s become my recent… Obsession. Now to give you a little background… I’m a military brat. Grew up with the uniform. So when I meet new potentials… And they turn out to be military, “you need drink? Oh hold on while I get undressed” they are my panty droppers. My kryptonite. (sorry for spelling. No time for spell check in this bitch).

Now let me clarify something. I am not a tag chaser. I am not a barracks bunny. My respect and loyalty and honor for the military men and women goes straight to my soul. So why not give back to them. I don’t have much to offer. But I do have one thing all men think about. Tits. An ass. And very workable mouth and vagina. Oh and don’t give me that shit of oh I’m a whore. Blah fucking blah. If I wasn’t a sex addict, you be fucking reading about bunnies or some shit.

Now. Sgt. S. is… 34. All of 5’8. But built like John Cena. Got the mental picture? Good. Add the high and tight (hair cut), the ACUs (uniform, cami style) and the military jargon… He’s a walking orgasm. In my book at least. Now… I’ve been sleeping with him for almost a year. I’ve come to care a hell of a lot about this guy. There will be multiple posts about him. He’s my favorite… Well.. Tied with Murph actually but still.

We met through a mutual friend on a hook up site. Old school me, we chat on yahoo messenger. We go through the basics. Duh! I learned my lesson with that Craigslist bullshit. I’ve seen pics but pretty much at that point forgot what he looked like. I’ll be the first to admit, not all military personnel are sexy or even remotely cute for that matter. So I get a little worried. It takes for ever to get a new pic from him..and then it comes through. Nothing on but his desert hat covering his junk. Yep. Excuse me while I go masturbate to this pic!!!! Ok now I’m really interested. But timing always seemed to be in the way of a first actual meeting.

But wait, what is this? We both have a free night. Hells bells yay! But where to meet? I’m married. Husband is home at night. Fuck my life. Ooh let’s meet in public. And decide from there. I just wanted to be in his presence. Make sure he lived up to the pic. The thought crossed my mind that the pic was photoshopped.

Time: 10pm.
Place: Target parking lot across from his base.
Suitable attire?… Um.. Wear your fucking camis hello! Duh.
You see. I’m a smoker. Classic whore image. Hahaha. So on my drive, I pretty much kill half a pack just out of nerves. Annnnnnd I’m early. Great. Looking for a black truck. … I’m fucking surrounded by black trucks and it’s dark out. Fucking serious? Ok ok. Chill. I give my self a mini pep talk. I gots dis! Adjust the girls. Finger comb hair. Shit. Check mirror for anything in teeth!!! Even though I brushed a good five times before leaving the house. Quick discreet deodorant check. I’m good. Smokin hot in fact. Silent win for Vik.

He pulls up and parks beside my car. His windows are tinted so.. Getting a good first look isn’t possible. Great. Now I don’t know if I need to use my emergency get out excuse. When he steps out and walks around the truck.. My jaw hits the ground. Apparently he is good at taking orders. Out comes this sex symbol of a man decked to the nines in his ACUs, boots, hat, and a cocky little smile on his lips. And… My brain immediately shuts off. Fucker just went straight up dead. Mental note. Pinch self to ensure not a dream. Nope. Not a dream.

Introductions are made. When I get nervous, I tend to have severe diarrhea of the mouth. So just about everything comes out of my mouth. Whole life history. Oh god it won’t stop! He doesn’t need to know this shit. It’s sex. Not a damn date. I’m obviously not paying attention at this point and next thing I know he kisses me. Tells me to relax. And let’s start with hi.

Open mouth and nothing comes out. Bitch you were working not but 3 seconds ago. Not you ain’t got shit ta say.

“I’m definitely interested, are you?”

Oh dear mother of baby Jesus yes I am. Do I need to pull my pants down now? Here let me just bend over for you. Drool drool drool drool drool drool. All from my vagina. We hop into his truck. Where we are going… Hell if I know. He takes me to the base across the street. Why. I’m not a barracks bunny. Y’all bitches share rooms. Damn it. He instructs me to be quiet. Sir yes Sir, haha that always pisses them off.

We get through the gate, no problem. Although I wasn’t comfortable handing over my ID. We pull up in front of a building and he gets out to open my door. I’m curious but I haven’t been allowed to talk yet. Bastard. He goes all fake stealth mode. How cute is he! We get inside and he’s telling me to stay close. Um. My fucking pleasure. Round a few corners. And enter into what looks like a gym. Work out equipment. Mats. Public restrooms. I can dig it. So we’re getting a work out…. Well… Bruised self esteem for a min. He takes me by the hand and slowly caresses me. Running his hands through my hair, down my arms, over my ass. Goose bumps! Kissing. Oh Lawd the kissing. More. Please! Pretty please! I need to see the rest of him. ACUs are a bitch to get off. Buttons, Velcro, straps, and zippers…. Oh my. He is perfection. A small tattoo. A few scars. But rugged, chiseled, toned, and ahhhhh.

I work my way lower. Kissing his neck, down to his chest. Little tongue flicks across his nipples. Just as he pinches mine. A surge comes from my pussy. Dear god that felt good. DO IT AGAIN! And his abs. Taste as good as they look. When I get to his cock… My mouth is watering. My pussy is drenched. And when I look up at him as I slide his cock between my lips, he briefly closes his eyes to savor the moment. But quickly opens them back up. The intensity as he watches me suck him only turns me on more. My free hand goes to my clit. I need release like yesterday! Both of his hands go to my hair. Tugging gently. And he shoves himself to the back on my throat. Pumping harder and faster with each stroke. I can’t help but to gag. But I don’t want him to stop. One. Final. Thrust. He’s shooting his load down the back of my throat. He tastes so sweet. I finish him off and stand up. He pulls me loose from my shirt and bra. And instantly his mouth is on my nipple. Biting, sucking, licking, it’s fucking magic. Don’t stop. This fucker is about to make me cum just by sucking my damn titty.

Lol to be continued loveys….

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Murph for the win!

I don’t feel the need to add a disclaimer at this point. If you’ve read my previous post, you’d know this shits real, and names have been changed. Moving on.

Sorry for the delay in finish. What’s that saying? When the cats away, the mice will play!? Fuck it. I don’t know. My current conquest is soon to come. Now. Back to Murph the sex god.

Make me his? Is he serious? I’m already his. He’s bulldozing my pussy with his cock. I think it’s obvious. Next thing I know he’s driving into me. Holy sweet mother of baby Jesus, I have died and gone to sweet cock heaven!!! Awe all these cock for me? Why thank you. But but… What did I do to deserve such a gracious gift?

His fingers dig into my thighs as he holds on. Plowing harder and faster. His grunts echo my screams. How can one mans cock fit so… Perfectly? The earth is moving under my feet. The building orgasm is just.. Damn it I can’t even describe it, it’s so good. He reaches around and tickles my clit. And I just explode. Into a million tiny itsy bitsy pieces. He’s not far behind. Him shooting his load sends me into another spiral of ecstasy. I can feel it. Shot after shot. And finally he topples over me. My legs are shaking so bad, I don’t dare to move. How the fuck could I? Seriously? And why the fuck would I want to. I clench my pussy around his softening cock. Two can play your game Mr. God. He jerks and I know I have him. He moves off of me.

Side bar. Did you know a mans penis is even more sensitive after he comes. And to play with such cock after aforementioned event, literally is so pleasurable to a man, it’s down right torture?

And I do just that. I can’t send him on his way with out proper cleaning.. Why..thats just mean. I gently wrap my hand around him. His gasps and jerks only encourage me further. Even as his hand goes to my hair… Like that’s gonna stop me! I tug oh so gently and he nearly comes off the bed. Perfection! His moment of weakness gives me my advantage as I slide my mouth down the length of him. Gagging myself. My throat closing in around him. His solid “Fucking Christ” sends my hand to my clit. And I rub hard. Sucking him clean. Faster and faster. I’m surprised my neck didn’t break. One. Last. Swallow. He shoots his load down the back of my throat.

Ok. There will be much more of Murph. But for now… My pussy needs attention.

Tomorrow night, a new buddy, and a new story. See y’all later!

Oh and don’t be afraid to give pointers. I may have been around the block a few dozen times… But I’m always a willing student!

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Smurf the Murph.

DISCLAIMER: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Some are just first names, others are nick names. But unless you know me personally.. Which I highly doubt, good luck tracking these men and women down.
Sexual content. Please be advised.

And I’m back. After a much needed smoke, and quick cold shower, let’s continue to play with firefighters. I told you, one is never enough. 😉

Oh where to begin with Murph. He’s 6’1 to my 5’4. No smurf at all. Nice broad chest. Chiseled to be exact. Abs you’d kill to lick chocolate off of. God like face. Fabio ain’t got shit on this fine specimen of a man. And I got to enjoy him. Every inch. But the biggest turn on about Murph.. He was an ass! Cocky little shit… And knew he looked good. And. And. He’s a firefighter! Readers, I can’t make this shit up. Trust me. There is no sugar coating… Although I’d kill for another round with him… So. Let’s take it back.

One boring afternoon, I just got off work, it’s hotter than a mother fucker outside. And just what does a bored sex addict do on a hot summer afternoon? Why go looking for sex of course. My usually buddies aren’t available. Well shit. That’s not good. I have an itch that needs to be scratched. Like… 30 mins ago. Ooh. Let’s just go be reckless. Craigslist here I come. Personals. Woman seeking man. Title… “let me tickle your pickle, while you munch on my taco”… Catchy enough. Of course, I’m careful. Or so I thought. No face pics but a good body pic will do just fine. And ….. Post!

30 mins pass by. I go and check my email. Dear mother of baby Jesus. 258 replies. I gotta be fair. I start combing through each one. If they didn’t have a pic, well insto deleto. I wanted a hot fuck, not take a pig to slaughter. I’m harsh, and shallow, get over it.

Well.. Now I’m down to 134. Still a lot. Gotcha. Ok. Let’s cut out guys with dick pics only. Those annoy the living fuck out of me. Seriously. Although a sex addict, I have standards. Please!.

Annnnnnd we’re down to a whopping 36 emails. Oh now this should be fun. I can have multiple new fuck buddies. But what’s this? I missed one with no pic. Damn… Huh.. Subject “You’re being a naughty girl Vik”. This fucker knows my name. Name was not posted in ad. Yep. I’m extremely paranoid and immediately bring down the ad. I open the email, and what I read inside… Scared the living shit out of me. No joke.

“Little miss Vik is out to play. She must have not gotten enough at the parties. Which, btw. Very nice performance, from what I hear. Milton and Blaque really enjoyed you.”

A serious dafuq is going through my head. Ok a few things are a known fact here.

A. This person HAS to be a firefighter. And if not, Vegas fucking has a leak.
B. this person knows me personally. Well shit. That’s never a good thing. Especially for the secret lifestyle I have.

My reply is quick and short. Of course it has attitude also. WHO DAFUQ ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW ME AND THOSE PARTIES!!!! Side note. More than one party, a hell of a lot like the first one. Yay fun!

Not two minutes go by and I get a reply.

“You should watch your tongue when speaking to someone who knows your secrets. And furthermore, your tattoo is still gorgeous. SM ”

…tattoo? Fuck my life. I hadn’t even thought of that. But it still leaves out who the fuck this is. I showed everyone that tat when I got it. And of course my vagina wakes the hell up. Oh hey. Someone is looking at your tits and being an ass and god damn it this is turning me on. Oh but he signed SM… Murph! Oh god.. The one person I never even imagined… Now my vagina is begging. Great. Shut the hell up, you gotta let the brain function please.

Needless to say, Murph… Mmmm yes indeedy. He wants to meet up. … Um…. Shit. Yay. Mental happy dance. He leaves me instructions. Ooh dominate type. Be naked. Door unlocked. Lay on the bed and play with his pussy until he gets here.

When he walks in, I’m doing exactly as instructed. How could I not. Just talking to him got me so worked up. I was practically drooling with my pussy. Not a word was spoken. He immediately goes to his knees. And his mouth goes to work. And let me tell you… He has a mouth of pure sin! Licking and sucking on my clit. Faster and faster. I’m thrashing around. It feels so amazingly blissful. My god I’m so close to coming. The pressure. The building. I can see the edge and I’m at a full run for it.

And he stops. I have the physical urge to kill him! Next thing I know, I’m being lifted off the bed by my hair. Oh Lawd yes! And no time to properly inspect him, his cock is being shoved into my mouth. Again with the huge ass dicks. Really? Mm but it tastes so good. Clean. Shaved. My head bobbing up and down. His head back in pleasure. One word. “Enough”. I’m jerked back and thrown over the bed on my stomach. The sheer force and excitement has me close to coming once again. And he enters me. We both cry out. He’s so big and I’m so tight. He has to catch his breath. He takes his sweet ass time. Slowly drawing out and shoving hard and fast back in. My brain and pussy are begging for release. But does this cocky jack ass listen to my pleas? No! This is his show. I’m his good little slut to do with as he pleases.

Slut? Was I really just called a slut? And why dafuq am I turned on by yet another derogatory name. Fuck it. Rather.. Me. I like this shit!

“Are you ready my sweet little slut? I’m going to make you mine!”

To be continued…..

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Playing With Fire pt 2

DISCLAIMER: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Some are just first names, others are nick names. But unless you know me personally.. Which I highly doubt, good luck tracking these men and women down.
Sexual content. Please be advised.

Hmm where did I leave off… Oh yes..

I’m sucking Blaques cock. I’m hesitant. He’s huge. Plus, I’ve never really had much practice in this area. But why not, let’s go in for the kill. I’ve seen enough porn to know 99.9% of men like this. I shove him to the back of my throat. No preparation. I gag. I hear a low whistle from behind me. And a muttered “oh shit” from Blaque. Next thing I know I’m being lifted up. Brought to my feet and led down the hall. Ooh look a spare bedroom. Privacy. Not that I really give any shits. I’m drunk. Alcohol doesn’t agree with me.

I’m tossed onto the bed. Hmm.. When did I become fully naked? And why am I thinking period. Someone isn’t doing their job….

Oh sweet mother of baby jesus. He fills me quickly. My pussy walls are tight. Squeezing him. Sending me in to a blissful spiral.

“just a taste baby. Oh there’s more to come. ”

Please stop talking and fuck the shit out of me please. And thank you. My head is pulled back by my hair. Pain. But good pain. Oh god it feels amazing as he rides me. Hard and fast. No mercy for my tight little pussy.

“I got a surprise for you baby. Open your mouth wide”

As I do so, a cock slides in. Slowly at first. Dafuq just happened. Filled at both ends? Oh thank you Lawd! More hands are on my body. Squeezing my tits and nipples. Smacking my ass. Whispers of encouragement are being passed around. Holy hell when did this go from an orgy to all out fuck Vik fest? Sooooooo not complaining. I whimper when Blaque pulls out. Don’t stop fucker! I was close.

“Ride me bitch”

Hey now. No need for calling names… Oh but I am even more turned on. Yes. Yes I am your bitch. Happily so. Blaque lays down and I immediately go to work on cleaning him off. With my mouth. Well. That’s a new twist. Ha. I don’t taste half bad. Go me. Insert mental happy dance.

“no no, you aren’t being a good girl. I said get on top and ride me.”

Oh and I did. Winning a few first place prizes at the local fairs rodeo, I knew how to ride with the best of them. And I’m working him good. His hands on my hips. He’s grunting as loud as I’m moaning. Fuck that, I’m practically screaming. I didn’t think a cock could get that far. I can’t speak. I’m afraid he’d come popping out of my mouth as I rode him. Holy fuck when I came.. Stars. Actual fucking stars were seen. No no.. Not stars… White noise. Both of our bodies are jerking. And the spasms and waves just intensifies everything.

I was hooked. Fire fighters. New obsession. I must find out if all of them can fuck like that. Now really. I know it’s not the profession but the man. But come on, let’s be serious with ourselves, 85% of the fire fighters you see are hot. Down right sex symbols. And you don’t want to just look. You crave that taste. Want to see what they’re packing. They start a fire that slowly smolders inside of you. And that’s just what happened.

Readers, if you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned. And such a sweet burn it is!!!

Stay tuned, my next sexcapade is coming up later tonight. Coffee break!!!!!

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Playing With Fire.

Introduction.

Welcome to my blog. I’m Vik. Female. 24. Married. I am a sex addict.

So a little about me: I’m awesome. But not overly cocky about it. I have been married for 4 1/2 years. Seems a lot longer. Got married young. I do love my husband… But let’s face it, he’s the woman of this relationship. Sex maybe once a week. Hell half the time not even that. I’ve constantly asked myself if he’s got a little ED going on. Something mental. Hell even blamed my self for a while. I got over that quickly. But.. I’m not here to complain. Or to talk a whole lot about my husband. He’s later in the story.

DISCLAIMER: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Some are just first names, others are nick names. But unless you know me personally.. Which I highly doubt, good luck tracking these men and women down.

When you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned. I learned this first hand. Starting in Tornado Ohio. My younger sister joined the local Junior Firfighters in Training League. Being the hormonally crazed 16 year old, of course I’m going to tag along. Hot firefighters. What female body doesn’t want to be around that. And oh Lawd was it a treat. Porno for the eyes. Yes please and thank you. Wednesdays officially became my favorite night of the week.
Honestly it was pretty exciting for me. I wasn’t interested in learning about becoming a fire fighter. But I went. Religiously. These group of guys.. Some of the greatest men I know. To this day. And there was never a dull moment. Now to give you a little insight, I was very socially awkward. I didn’t give a rats ass how I looked. I pretty much read books or had my nose to a piece of paper drawing little cartoons of them. And I was shy beyond recognition. If they talked to me, it was automatic that my face would burn bright red. And words.. Words were nonexistent. I’m sure some of them though me to be … Slow.
I had come to be very close to some. A few helping to repair our house. Little get togethers. Social dinners. I had come to consider them my men. My own little special group of guys that I cared for. Then I turned 18. I really broke out of my shell then. Actually… The damn shell exploded. I had tits. An ass. And a very workable vagina. And just what does most 18 year old females want to do for their birthday? Why go clubbing of course. And I did. Oh Lawd did I ever. And I knew how to dance. Very well. At the time I was very attracted to the bump and grind kind of dancing. You know. Sex with your clothes on.
The night of my birthday, I invite everyone. To include my Men. A few had duty so couldn’t make it. Understandable. And this is where I noticed a few sexually. Fuck it. I was a downright sex deprived LEGAL woman now. I wanted for real what I had been masturbating to for months. Creepy? Eh. Get over it.
Insert Blaque. Finest black men. Amazing dancer. And he could actually keep up. He met me at every twist, turn, and sway of my body. I was high on sexual frustration. Pulling him closer. Making sure my ass fit snugly against his dick. Grinding against it in just the right way. God he was huge! There was no mistaking my intentions. And he was a quick study. Light squeezing of my hips. Running his hand up under my top, down my hips on the inside of my jeans. Little nibbles on the back of my neck. Ah. But I have to tease him. Make him as crazy as I feel. I pull away. He steps closer. I face him and plaster my body against his, dipping low to where my face is level with his crotch. I slowly rise running my hands up the front of him. His groan is pure sin. And by the end of the night, we’re both panting. He’s walking more stiffly. A satisfied grin is glued to my lips.

We didn’t have sex that night. Sure as shit felt like it. Afterwards, I’ll admit, things felt awkward. He avoided me. Dafuq! Eh fine. What ever. I know how to take a hint. Crash and burn Vik. Crash. And. Burn.

I still went to the meetings. We’d still joke around. Have a great time. Then one beautiful fall evening I get invited to a fire fighters only house party. Such an honor. Especially with it being at Natalie and Adams place. They always seemed.. Stand offish to us non-fire fighter folks. Yep. Ima go just to see what’s under their hood.
When I arrive, already, mostly everyone there. A few weren’t coming. Blaque was there. Milton, the Beaner twins, bub Jimmy. A few girlfriends of my men. Bitches. And a few stragglers I had never met.
Immediately I am greeted by Adam and Milton. There are rules to be followed.

1. No cameras. If one is seen, you will be booted faster than a back draft.
2. What happens here stays here. Yes this is Vegas. And we are the mob. Yes that’s a threat.
3. If you aren’t drinking, that’s a foul. You drink anyways.
4. If you puke. Do so in a toilet or bucket. We will make you clean it up. We aren’t babysitters.
5. No leaving the house. In any shape or form. Hand over any and all keys to the ONLY sober person here, Dogg, and he will put them somewhere safe.
6. Have fun.

Simple enough. First drink handed to me. Absolute cranberry. … Wait. There’s vodka in this. I’m 18. I’m getting a little paranoid. Natalie reminds me of the rules. Fuck it. Take a giant gulp. Holy fuck my life!! Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ok ok I’m good. Not bad for my first ever drink. Night goes on. Everyone is laughing, drinking, having a grand ole time. I’m drunk. People start kissing. Interesting. Some disappear in to the back room. Wait a minute. Where is everyone going. What is going on. Blaque leads me back to show me. Sex. Everyone is having sex with everyone. A few are sitting back, watching, beating off or touching themselves. Again, I’m drunk. I lean back into Blaque. Damn he feels good. We continue our dance. But at a slower pace. Rubbing and touching, panting, light kisses. Lawdy I’m on fire. To many clothes on. I lose my shirt. Where the fuck it went… Hell if I know. And my bra magically vanished. I still, to this day, have no idea what happened to it. So there I am, completely topless, in a room full of people having glorious sex, wait… There are four hands on me. Oh but it feels delightful, I don’t care. I’m turned around, and finally I get to taste Blaques lips. He tastes like jack. Mmmmm more. I need to taste more. I drop to my knees. What the hell. I slowly unzip his pant. Hands go to my hair. Whispers of encouragement. Finally he’s let free.. Oh god damn. Hes huge. And thick… No fucking way this monster will fit in my mouth. But I try. Of course I try. Why not. He’s smooth. Silky smooth. My fingertips barely touch when I wrap my hand around him. A taste, just a taste. My lips go around the head. I suckle gently. Don’t forget to breathe Vik. I push him deeper. His heavy breathing is a good sign.

To be continued….