So last weekend, i was invited to this guy’s birthday party. His girlfriend had booked a hotel apartment in this really cool hotel (Five JVC) which had its own small pool. It was a small crowd, just a few feeinds, lots of booze, and chill vibes.
I rolled up in my usual slutty getup: tiny black crop top, no bra, and a skirt so short my ass was basically saying hi to everyone. 😜 I felt like a total snack, and had the eyes of all the guys on me yhroughout the night, much to the dismay of their partners, hahaha.
Fast forward to the night, the party’s dying down, we’re all tipsy, sprawled on the couches in the huge living room. Someone asks the birthday boy, what he wants as a gift. He grins, half-joking, very tipsy, “A sloppy blowjob, duh.” The room cracks up, but his girlfriend’s like, “Yeah, not happening, I don’t do that.” Ouch, savage. I could see the dissapointment on his face, his girl has always been a bit of a prude. I’m just sipping my drink, smirking, my horny brain already wandering.
It’s like 3 a.m now, most people are passed out, sleeping all over the apartment. The couples got the rooms, while the rest just picked the next comfortable spot. I was sleeping on the couch next to the balcony when I hear something, im a really light sleeper, doesn't take much to wake me up.
I see someone stepping out to the balcony for some air, i look closely, still half asleep and there’s the birthdya boy, smoking a cigarette, looking all broody and hot in the moonlight.
My naughty brain lights up and I can't help but make my way out too, still in the same slutty outfit, a little dishevelled now though.
“Still thinking about that birthday wish?” I tease, batting my lashes, my tits practically spilling out of my top. He laughs, nervous, but his eyes are glued to me. "It's a pity your girlfriend is such a prude, I mean, it's a birthday wish. If I were in her place..." I trail off, grinning sheepishly, leaning against the balcony railing so my ass juts out just enough to catch his eye.
He takes a drag, exhaling slowly, his gaze flicking from my face to my curves. “Yeah, well,” he says, voice low, “she’s got her rules. Not much I can do about that.” He’s trying to play it cool, but I catch the way his eyes wander, like he’s holding himself back.
I step closer, close enough that he knows my intentions, my boobs brushing his arm just a little. “Rules are boring, and today is one day when rules shouldn't matter, na?” I say, tilting my head, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. “I didn't bring a gift, so maybe i could....”
I don’t even wait for an answer, just drop to my knees right there on the balcony, the fake grass on the floor cushioning my knees. I tug his jeans down, and damn, his cock’s already hard, thick, and ready. My mouth’s watering as I spit on it, stroking slow, teasing the tip with my tongue, tasting that salty precum. His groan’s so loud I’m worried someone’s gonna wake up.
I go to town, sloppy and wet, spit dripping down his shaft, my lips stretched around him. I’m moaning, my pussy soaking my thong under that tiny skirt, rubbing my thighs together for some relief. He grabs my hair, not too rough, just enough to make me shiver, and starts thrusting, fucking my mouth while I gag and drool like a total slut. The city lights are twinkling in the background, and the thrill of getting caught makes it hotter.
He cums hard, groaning my name, flooding my mouth with hot, thick ropes. I swallow most of it, but some drips down my chin, falling on my cleavage. I lick my lips, grinning up at him, my face a messy masterpiece. “Happy birthday, big boy, like your gift?” I grin, wiping my chin with my fingers and sucking them clean.
He’s panting, looking at me like I’m a fucking goddess, and I’m buzzing from the high of it all.
"Fuck....best birthday gift ever...."
I sneak back inside and then clean up. When I get back outside he's gone. I crash on a couch, and pass out with a smug little smile.
The next morning, I woke up pretty late, most were already up, ordering breakfast and stuff. I gave my order and then went to freshen up.
When I got outside, I sat on the kitchen island, grabbing a coffee, my head pounding from the hangover. Behind me, I could hear the girlfriend speaking to her friend.
"He wouldn't stop asking for a BJ, even after we fucked twice!"
"Really? Guess he was really serious about it. But he knows you dont do that na?"
"Exactly! And then he stormed away in a huff. I thought he would be in a bad mood today."
"Oh, but he seems so cheerful? Like extra cheerful, what happened?"
"No idea, but I guess he came to his senses. He's aleays been pretty understanding. He's a really good boyfriend..."
My eyes go wide, I take my cup of coffee and slowly walk away....