A few years ago, I went out to the local bar to play some lawn games and watch some live music with my boyfriend at the time, Mike, and a few of our friends. His roommate Greg was also there but Mike hated Greg. And for NO good reason. Greg was always a really good guy and he just didn't like Mike being a messy, loud, inconsiderate roommate. Mike also didn't like that Greg and I had a lot in common and would end up chatting in the living room for hours while Mike played some video game. Seriously, Mike would rather me sit on his bed, bored and scrolling Instagram, than either fuck me, hang out with me, or let me hang out with his roommates. It didn't stop me and I kind of liked that it pissed him off. He could easily have just given me any amount of attention and I would've hung out with him!

Anyway, Mike and I drove separately so when we left we each drove our own cars out. What Mike didn't know is that Greg & I had been flirting all night. Every time one of us would go to the bathroom we'd send increasingly risqué pics to each other. By the time we were all about to leave, I was begging Greg to fuck me. He said if I can somehow get into his room without Mike knowing, he would. Challenge accepted.

I let Mike get a head start on me and about 10 minutes later I said I was stopping to get food because I wasn't feeling well. He told me to let myself in because he was going to bed and to "hurry up". Such sympathy, ugh. I ended up driving to the neighborhood about a mile away and I told Greg to leave his bedroom door unlocked. I told Mike I wasn't feeling great and that I just ended up driving home. He never responded. Greg confirmed that Mike was passed out in his room, snoring. Perfect.

I have a pretty distinct looking vehicle and did not want one of the roommates (or worse, Mike) to happen upon it, so I decided to call an Uber to take me to their place. I get there and I am a bundle of nerves. I figured worst case if Mike saw me come in, I could just say I changed my mind about staying home.

I text Greg again to make sure the coast is clear and sneak into the house as quiet as a mouse. I took off my heels and carried them up the stairs to Greg's room. The room that shares a wall with Mike's...

As soon as I close the door behind me, Greg is on his knees, lifting up my dress. I had on fishnets and no panties, and this man ripped through them and devoured my pussy like he hadn't eaten in days. After cumming on his face we finally kissed for the first time, and it tasted like heaven of course. We ended up sharing what was left of a bottle of whiskey and we fucked on and off for the next 4 hours. Luckily his bed is super quiet and trying not to moan just made it so much hotter. He filled my pussy and mouth at least 4x that night.

I snuck out of his room at 530am, still kind of drunk, and let me tell you, I RAN so fast, barefoot with my heels in my hand, to the next block over. The last thing I needed was anyone in that house seeing me walking down the block as the sun came up.

My dumb ass didn't consider, however, that the walk from their place to where I was parked was NOT pedestrian friendly. At first I got a couple honks after putting my heels back on, walking down a main suburban road that no one ever walks on. Then I had a guy pull up and offer me a ride, which I took because I mean... Have you tried walking through a grassy ditch in heels? I told him I was leaving a friend's house to get to my car that I left at another friend's place. I didn't know how else to explain the situation, but it worked well enough. It was a short drive but he was super friendly and not unattractive or anything so I appreciated the company. Right before he turned onto the street where my car was, he asked "Be honest with me, did you get fucked last night?" I just kind of laughed it off and he said "because I can smell the liquor and sex from here, and you're dressed like a whore, girls don't dress like that to not get fucked."

I was instantly turned on by that, so when he put his hand on my thigh the only thing I could do was spread my legs enough to give him access. He reached in between them and felt how soaked I was, from both being turned on and filled with Greg's cum. He just kept driving until we got to a still developing area of the neighborhood, no houses around at all, where he fingered me until I came. I told him I'm not usually like this and I'm still kind of drunk so he asked if I was the kind of girl to climb on a stranger's lap and fuck him in the driver's seat.

I don't even know what was coming over me but I just... Did it. I shrugged and he took his cock out and I climbed over and guided him into me. He grabbed my hips and fucked me so hard like that. My knees were killing me, this was not a comfortable position at all, and he could tell. So instead of cumming inside of me he opened the door and told me to get out and bend down a bit (he was in a truck so pretty good height for that) so he could cum on my face. He had an incredibly huge load. Like it seriously looked like 4 or 5 loads when he was done. It was all over my face and cleavage and the top of my dress. He had me get back in the truck and he drove me to my car. He let me wipe the cum from my face but said to leave it on my tits and dress. So I did.

When I got in my car, absolutely stunned at what happened, I noticed I was almost out of gas and had a 30 mile drive ahead of me. So I had to make a stop. Covered in a strangers cum and still filled with my boyfriend's roommate's cum.

This is honestly one of my favorite stories that I can't tell ANYONE I know. So I get to share it with you ❤️