Here’s one of my true sex stories for you all! It was wild, crazy, and only the start of the night.

This is the beginning of one of many true sex stories I’ve got. At one point during my time in China, six coworkers and I were playing Kings in a bar. The bar was empty on the top floor, where we were seated around a big wooden table, dressed up for our weekly night out.

Kings, if you don’t know the rules, is a drinking game based on a deck of playing cards, where each card number has a different rule. In short, Kings is a game designed to get you drunk. And when I’m drunk, I’m flirty and horny. So I wrapped my arm around my coworker Ken’s shoulders, hoping he’d take a good look at my chest. Instead, he took a drink. “Elise,” he told me, pointedly not looking. “It’s your turn.”

I pouted and pulled out a card: a jack.

“New rule!” I exclaimed, looking over my coworkers as I tried to think of a rule. Now, we were probably a bunch of swingers; we’d almost all slept with each other once or twice, except for Ken and me. And I knew he’d been eyeing me up in the office where we worked, so my aim for tonight was to get him in bed. A woman can only wait so long for a guy to make the first move before she takes control, right?

Or at least, that’s what I thought. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity to take charge, “I know,” I decided, pouring myself another glass of beer from our shared bottle. “If you have a ‘date’ from an eight card before you can drink, your date has to give you oral.”

Danny, a female coworker who knew just how good I could be at oral, raised an eyebrow at me as she shifted. I could tell she was wet with the idea of either me eating her out or her eating me out. And the others just as quickly looked me up and down, knowing there were still four eight cards in the deck, and knowing I might be servicing them, or they me. That’s how I wanted to play it.

If luck was with me, I’d be serviced by four of the six people around the table before each drink.

The thought of it made me blush a deeper red than the alcohol had, my face bright red, my mouth a little open as I thought of being eaten out by nearly all of my coworkers. My gut felt tight in anticipation, my pussy clenching around nothing at the thought. It got me warm and wet, and the tipsy feeling of the alcohol gave me just enough lubrication to dare ask for it. I knew then this was going to be one of my best true sex stories.

One of the other women asked about women on women or men on men, and someone leaned into her ear and whispered something. After that, her eyes went wide as she looked at me with lust. “What do you say, Ken?” I asked pushing my boobs into his side, taking his hand under the table and placing it on my thigh. I could feel him start to tremble, and I grinned inside, keeping my eyes big and wide as I went in for the kill; his hand inside my skirt.

Someone laughed as Ken pulled out his card. “Sounds good,” he smugly replied. “Eight.” He flipped the eight of clubs over, staring me dead in the eye.

“You’re my date, Elise. And I’m really thirsty.”

The group laughed and hollered. I hadn’t planned to be on my knees, but I wasn’t too bothered about the situation. I slid down to my knees and under the table, Danny’s foot tapping my ass lightly. Once under, I could see how much I’d had an effect on Ken; his cock straining through his pants, his knees wide so I wouldn’t miss his dick. My mouth watered as I reached for his cock, and his left hand came down to help me. He unzipped himself, and I pulled his cock free, immediately running my tongue along his head. His free hand moved to my hair, tightening, and I slipped his cock into my mouth.

Immediately I could feel him stiffen underneath my hands, trying to act like I didn’t affect him. But I sucked in, and my tongue went to town on his head, rubbing his slit, his precum dribbling onto my tongue, and he made a whimper. I remember how much it turned me on, and I vowed to remember it for any true sex stories I’d tell my friends back home.

Someone said something above me, but I didn’t care about the game anymore.

The group all knew I was under the table, sucking Ken’s cock, and I could feel their attention on me. Even if they couldn’t see me, I preened. They all focused on me, all were thinking about me. Heat pooled in my gut as my pussy released a flood of juices at the thought.

His cock was warm and heavy in my mouth, twitching and throbbing as I followed his length with my tongue. I sucked him in deep again, and his hips stuttered, just a little. I grinned, knowing he was probably at the end of his wits, ready to cum. And so I leaned forward on my knees, taking his cock deeper and deeper in my throat– and I swallowed.

“Fuck, Elise,” he practically shouted, and that’s all it took for him to cum down my throat, his hot seed coating my esophagus as I kept swallowing, right until he pushed me off his dick, spent. I let him go with a pop, my mouth feeling sore and wet from its workout. “Elise needs a new date,” he announced to the group, but his hand patted the top of my head, and I knew he was pleased.

“Well, I just pulled an eight,” Danny said from above me, and I smirked. My work for the night was far from over.

To Be Continued…

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