Story: Stroking Midnight

The origins of Stroking Midnight is a revenge fantasy from my past. I think every girl has fallen for a bad guy that screwed her over at one point in her life. This story is based on a relationship gone wrong (in this story, I gave you the 'lite version' of the 'gone wrong'). It centres around the idea of a dirty little revenge scheme that I never got to actually play out in reality, but is the dark version of the finale I wish I'd had.

Copyright ©2011 Ashleigh Lake. All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author.

I took a long sip of my dirty martini and leaned into the bar, staring resentfully down towards the end of it. My boyfriend of three years, Ryan, was still engaged in conversation, feeding his ego with clever banter. I noticed the familiar animated expressions, grand gestures, and overly enthused laughter that captivated the small crowd of people he was talking to. I sighed heavily, and settled back onto my bar stool and played with the spear of olives in my drink. It was New Year’s Eve, but all it really amounted to was just another night of pretending I was happy. It was something that I had become good at, thanks to several years of practice at trying to be his girlfriend.

Ryan and I had started out, as every other couple seemed to. There had been that magnetic attraction that night at the club when we had first met. It had been another New Years Eve, three years prior. I had been trying to get a drink, along with the surging crowd that had been pushing towards the bar, trying to get any bartender’s attention. Being a rather small and diminutive blonde in a sea of tall men, he must have seen my struggle, and moved in to easily impress me with the way he commanded attention. When he handed me a glass of champagne in time for the clock to strike midnight, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Over the years I had blossomed under the flattery of what it meant to be Ryan’s girlfriend. He seemed to know everyone in the city, and everyone wanted him at their parties. He was charming, and entertaining and those bright blue eyes made you feel like you were the only woman in the room. Even though behind the clever front, he was the kind of guy who was constantly aware of every flirty, smiling, long-legged piece of ass that was in his immediate vicinity. He’d make you laugh hard enough to not notice the way he’d steal a quick glance over your shoulder. Sometimes, he would blatantly and openly flirt with another girl while you were standing right there, being distracted by a conversation with one of his friends.

I had wanted to be the “cool girl” back then. I didn’t want to seem clingy or insecure, or at least I didn’t want it to be obvious. Inside, I was constantly questioning what his motives were or how committed he really was, even after we’d moved in together. I was, as some of his more sarcastic friends would say, the perfect foil. My refusal to appear like the typical jealous girl gave him ample opportunity to come home at 4am, go on guy’s trips to Vegas, and spend time sending text messages late at night without me ever having the nerve to confront him. Maybe I didn’t want to know the truth. Maybe I knew it and had already accepted it. After all, we were a fun couple; we had a beautiful crowd of exciting and successful friends to party and vacation with. We lived in a trendy condo in the heart of the city, right by the lake, and on the outside we were the couple everyone wanted to be.

Was he cheating? It had been grating on me more and more over the past year. I didn’t want to be suspicious or demand answers, but ‘work’ seemed to be one of his favourite excuses as to why he’d always come home late. It was also the reason he used when he had to run out again just after I’d cooked dinner. He was always ‘entertaining clients,’ even though I had yet to see his business improve because of it.

“You just need to spice things up again, Erica!” my friend Jennifer had told me once. “Ryan is just another typical ‘peter pan boy’. He’s never going to grow up. And playing the good girl isn’t going to keep him interested forever.”

I had tried not to feel offended by her words of advice. It’s not that I was a conservative girl, but Ryan and I had never really had a raunchy kind of sex life. Quite honestly, I just didn’t think he was that kind of guy. We had always had satisfying sex, and the porn videos he favoured always seemed to be very standard fare with a lot of straight sex and threesomes. He had subscriptions to a few men’s magazines, but there never seemed to be anything very perverse about his desires. He loved beautiful, sexy women. That seemed to be the only pre-requisite. And I had always been very careful to ensure I lived up to that image. My hair was blonde and glossy, my body was tight and toned and my smile was always eager. Fine, perhaps I wasn’t as openly slutty as those porn star models were. I didn’t flaunt what I had, but Ryan had told me he preferred it that way. After all, he said he would never marry one of them. He wanted a girl of quality. At least that’s what he had always claimed.

That’s why I ended up drinking almost an entire bottle of vodka on the night I found the photos on his computer. Ryan had said he was going to the gym and then out for drinks with the guys. My computer had crashed earlier that day, right in the middle of some online Christmas shopping, so I decided to use his. I had never gone onto his computer before. My friends used to laugh at me, amazed that I could resist snooping on him that way, but I wanted to trust him. And besides, if I found something upsetting or incriminating, how could I confront him? Tell him that I’d gone looking through his computer history files? No, if I was going to find out something, I was going to find out when I was meant to. Besides, who cared if he looked at dirty porn online, right? We didn’t need to know absolutely everything about each other.

I clicked his laptop open and was surprised when his email account popped up. He hadn’t logged out. I drew in my breath, trying to convince myself to close the screen. But something drew my eyes to the subject line near the top of the page. “Something to add to our dirty little sex album.” It was from a name I recognized, as it was an acquaintance of ours from our shared social scene. Ryan had always told me he thought that Kelly Harrison was a slut. He used to make fun of the outfits she’d wear, that were always overtly designed to get attention. They were mostly tiny short skirts and low cut tops that spilled heavy cleavage that didn’t belong on that otherwise slim brunette frame.

“She’s trash,” he’d whisper conspiratorially in my ear. “And unbelievably dumb and neurotic. That’s why she’s always single. No guy’s going to put up that.”

My heart started to thud and my mouth went a little dry. Part of me knew what I would find before I ever opened that email, but I felt compelled to anyway. Out spilled an endless assortment of jpegs. Many of them were dark and a little blurry but it was more than enough to cause my jaw to drop and my stomach to turn. There she was, naked and voluptuous on her knees, and spreading her ample cheeks apart to ease the entry of my boyfriend’s dick into her ass. Her face was turned to the side, moaning, already slick with cum, making me realize that there had been a few rounds of sex that night. Picture after picture downloaded of Ryan fucking her in every which way he could, gleefully documenting the whole thing with the camera. There was her cum-covered face smiling up for the camera, spreading her pussy lips and grinning at the lens teasingly. And then more with her sucking his cock and balls, and then with her face buried in his ass. I could see the glimpse of pink tongue as it snaked inside him. Her eyes were open, loving the attention, enjoying being a slut for him and for the camera. At first I just sat there stunned. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing.

Their sex looked depraved and raw. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat. Her long dark hair was messy and wild, giving her that freshly fucked look that made the photos seem even dirtier. His hands were gripping her, almost clawing at her hips. I could see the red imprints of the sharp slaps he’d delivered to her ass while he had fucked her. I felt numb. This was everything that our lovemaking was not. He had always been gentle and respectful with me. When I had told him I was too anxious to try anal sex, he had been patient and understanding. Sure, we had enjoyed some very passionate nights, and I had always enjoyed things a little rough, but he had never gone anywhere near the extent that I was seeing in these photos. This girl was his fuck slut. His face was smeared with satisfaction. Clearly he had enjoyed every debased and dirty moment.

I spent the night in shock, crying and drinking vodka until I passed out in bed. I didn’t even hear him come home that night, nor did I really meet his eyes or talk to him for that entire week. I made an effort to stagger my schedule so that we were apart most of the time. And when we were together at home, I would watch him out of the corner of my eyes as I pretended to be focused on the television, while he worked on his computer. In my mind, from that moment on, he was always doing something deceptive. Every second he was on the computer, or the phone, and every time he reached for his Blackberry was just another piece of unseen evidence to convince me that he was up to no good. And my anger and resentment grew, slowly and steadily with every day that passed.

I thought about my next move for a few weeks. I didn’t want to make any hasty decisions too quickly. I considered whether I wanted to throw away three years together over some dirty cheating with a whore like Kelly Harrison. The decision was weighing on my mind on that cold New Years night, of our third year together. I had dressed sexier than usual, in a little silver mini dress I’d bought the week before, and I’d left my long blonde hair loose and wavy over my shoulders. I would have felt vindicated by my sex appeal from the admiring glances I’d been getting all night, but I was undeniably still distracted by the uncertainty of my relationship. Ryan was clearly having a great time, I realized bitterly. So why wasn’t I?

“Can I get you another martini?” The bartender asked me leaning in over the bar. He smiled, almost sympathetically. “You look like you could use it.”

I sighed. “Yes. Please….”

“Do you want it dirty?”

His words seemed rather appropriate for the moment I was caught up in.

“Actually… make it filthy.”

He grinned at me and winked, and I smiled back, trying to distract myself from the strains of the night. He was the kind of guy that you couldn’t help but want to flirt back with. His green eyes were lively and they hinted at a sharp wit and mischievous nature. He had dark hair, and an easy smile and his body was athletic and toned. I watched him as he mixed my drink, and we exchanged a few unspoken smiles.

“I’m Chase by the way,” he said as he set the martini down on a napkin in front of me.

“I’m Erica.”

“So, Erica… it looks like you look like you have a lot on your mind,” he said finally.

I laughed bitterly. “You have no idea.”

“Boyfriend trouble?”

“How did you guess?”

He shrugged and gestured discreetly down towards the end of the bar where Ryan was leaning in to whisper something into the ear of a pretty redhead. Whatever he had said made her giggle and playfully swat his arm.

“Well, if you’re dating that asshole, then there’s got to be some problems.”

I laughed out loud. I should have been insulted, but the buzz of the martini had me finding the irony of the moment. I had been through such a roller coaster of emotions over the holidays, I felt like there was almost nothing left in me to feel. I was numb, but it was starting to become a good kind of numb, I decided. It was helping me see clearly again.

“You have good intuition, Chase. He is definitely an asshole.”

The bartender grinned at my assessment. “I probably shouldn’t say anything. But I’ve worked here for a while, and I’ve seen him around. Typical Thursday night crowd arrogance. Him and his friends wander in and pretend like they’re high rollers and hit on all the skirts. I just pour the drinks and laugh mostly. But you know… these guys are all the same. They want to feel like men, but in the end they’re all just boys. And never appreciative of what they have at home, am I right?”

“Yes,” I agreed with a sigh, feeling my resentment starting to grow. “You are absolutely right on that. I really don’t know why I stay.”

After hearing more validation of Ryan’s wandering ways, I began to feel a lick of fire flaming through me. It was a mixture of anger, frustration, and finally a kind of momentum that wanted to propel me forward to take charge of the moment, and change the stakes in the game.

“Have you ever called him on it?” Chase asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” I admitted. “But you know what? I was actually thinking of doing just that.” And then, surprising myself, I leaned into the bar, letting my dress fall forward to give him a glimpse of the soft swell of my breasts. “Except, I was thinking of doing it in a creative way.”

He gaze quickly dipped down the front of my dress, appreciating the view and he raised an eyebrow. “I like creative girls. What do you have in mind?”

I felt a little rush of adrenaline, as I contemplated how far I wanted to take things. I took a long sip of my martini. It was a pivotal moment. I could laugh it off and return to the side of my cheating boyfriend and drag myself through another year of trying to patch up a relationship that already felt shredded. Or, I could seize the moment of New Years Eve. A new year; a new life. The good girl I had forced myself to be all those years suddenly seemed like an empty shell. A mask that I had worn to be the girl I thought Ryan had wanted. But as it turned out, it obviously wasn’t what he really wanted. And if I was honest with myself, it wasn’t the real me, either. Feeling emboldened by my thoughts, the buzz of dirty martinis, and the premise of a new year, I smiled back at him and cocked my head to one side. It was no longer about Ryan and our relationship… it was about me .

“Can you get away from the bar for a little while?” I heard myself saying.

He grinned, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Well, it’s about to hit the stroke of midnight in about 10 minutes, but about 15 minutes after that, I can get have someone cover for me. If you wanted to talk in a quieter place. There’s a back office that’s empty, just past the women’s bathrooms.”

I drew in my breath, feeling vaguely light headed by the decision I was about to make.

“I’ll meet you there…”

A smile passed between us and I felt my panties instinctively begin to get wet. The deliciousness of revenge surged within me. It was unfamiliar and exciting, and I surprised myself with my sudden desire for it. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, and let one of the straps of my silver dress fall low over my shoulder as I slid off the bar stool with my martini, feeling Chase’s eyes follow me as I crossed the bar to where Ryan stood.

I didn’t try to engage myself in the conversation too extensively. I smiled and nodded and laughed in the right places, but my eyes were still on the bartender as we shared dirty glances as the clock crept towards midnight. I could feel my nipples harden under the silk sheath of a dress I was wearing, as my mind began to imagine and anticipate what I was about to do. All the while Ryan kept a hand on the small of my back, playing the role of my boyfriend, and yet still never quite succeeding at it.

“Everything ok?” he asked me finally.

I returned his concern with a full smile. “Better than ok, Ryan. I’m just looking forward to the New Year. You know what they say. It’s a chance to start over… to try new things.”

He grinned. “New things? Like what?”

I shrugged mischievously. “You’ll see… later tonight.”

Midnight arrived in a flurry of cheery greetings, clinking glasses, and perfunctory kisses. I was handed a glass of champagne and I was reminded of the first moment I’d met Ryan, standing beside him in a bar when he’d handed me the bubbly drink that initiated our first conversation. I was still carrying the glass with me when I wandered away from the crowds shortly after I saw Chase hand off the bar duties to the two other bartenders that were working there. Quickly I slipped down the back hallway, past the bathrooms. I saw one of the doors to a back office edged open, and I peeked inside. Chase was standing inside, leaning against the desk.

“Happy New Year,” I murmured as I closed the door behind me.

“It’s definitely looking like that,” he said with a rueful smile. “You’ve decided to start the year off with a bang, have you?”

“Maybe…” I said finally, walking up to where he was standing. I took a long sip of champagne. “I have a few fireworks planned for tonight.”

I set the glass down. The room was dark, with just enough moonlight coming through the open windows to bathe everything in a silvery glow. I stepped forward, pressing my bare leg against his.

“I need your help though,” I confessed teasingly.

“Well,” he said, reaching out to draw me closer against him. I felt his hands slide up my thighs, and I sighed. His face inclined towards mine, and I felt his warm breath in my ear. “I do like to please my customers.”

His hands slipped under the short hemline of my dress, sliding over my ass, needing no further instruction. I moved into him as our lips locked passionately. It had been a long time since I’d been with another man. I had always been faithful to Ryan, and now I relished in the unfamiliarity of the moment. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, as he kissed me back with intensity, his hands softly squeezing my ass.

“We have to hurry,” I whispered. “I can’t be away for too long.”

Our initial explorations in the dark room, gave way to a necessary urgency.

I felt his fingers on the lace band of my pink thong pushing them down my bare thighs, as my hands moved to his belt buckle, both of us rushing to remove or push clothing out of the way.

“Where does your boyfriend think you are?” He asked as he ran his tongue slowly down my neck.

“Mmm… the bathroom,” I murmured. “I just don’t want him to come looking for me if I take too long.”

“Oh yeah?” Chase grinned, sliding his fingers into the juicy folds of my wet pussy. “Doesn’t he trust you?” He began to finger fuck me as I moaned against his mouth.

I smothered a laugh. “Strangely enough, no… despite how faithful I’ve been all these years. But tonight is about dirty new beginnings.”

While he massaged my clit, I leaned into him, grinding my pussy against his talented fingers and put my lips next to his ear. “I have a plan.”

I whispered all the explicitly filthy details of what I wanted him to do to me, and how I wanted it all to happen. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as his chest pressed against mine, and I knew he was smiling the entire time.

“You do have a twisted little mind, don’t you,” he marveled.

“And?”

“And… I think you may have finally met your match.”

I let out a little gasp as he seized me roughly about the waist, picking me up and setting me on top of the office desk we had been leaning against. He simultaneously pushed me back against it until I was laying flat. My pink thong dangled on the end of one ankle as he lifted my legs up, still clad in my silver stiletto heels and put them up high in air until they were over his shoulders. He smiled as he shoved the hem of dress up until my bare ass was against the cold table, revealing my glistening, perfectly smooth pussy.

Without another word, he slowly bent forward until I felt his breath hot on my pussy, followed by his warm wet tongue as it slid over my throbbing clit. I moaned and writhed on the table while his hands gripped me firmly. He continued thrusting his tongue inside me, and not letting me escape his hungry mouth. He licked and sucked my pussy while I tried to stifle my moans, even though it was doubtful anyone would hear us with the loud bass beats from the bar thudding through the room. I imagined what Ryan was doing at that moment as I lay on that back office table with my legs clasped around the neck of this stranger who was enthusiastically devouring my pussy. The thought of my devious decisions only served to excite me further, and I found myself bucking up against Chase’s mouth, grinding my clit against his tongue until I came in a wave of hot pleasure.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, feeing a wave of heat flame through me. I partially sat up in a heady daze, and seeing his long hard cock I immediately put my hands on it. I stroked his shaft with excitement. “You know what I want. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Mmm… you really want me to soak that pussy with cum, don’t you.”

“Fuck yes!”

I pushed him back into the office chair and straddled him, uncertain of how much time had passed, or whether Ryan might have been looking for me by then. I lowered myself down onto his hard shaft, watching as each inch sank into my swollen cunt. He gripped my hips as my stilettos hit the floor and I began to ride him, impaled on his cock. We built a rhythm between us that became more frenetic and intense as he moaned and I muttered obscenities, urged on by the excitement of the moment.

“I want to feel your cum inside me,” I gasped.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured, kissing me roughly. “You want me to fill that tight little pussy?”

“Uhhh… yes.”

He lifted me off his lap and spun my around, pushing me forward onto the desk. I groaned and instinctively pushed my ass out towards him. I felt him sink his cock into my pussy once again, and I sighed with pleasure. Unrestrained now, he set about fucking me hard, thrusting into me with fast, deliberate strokes. I could hear the wet sounds of our sex as his hips slapped against my ass.

“That’s it, don’t stop.” I begged him.

Ho moaned and grabbed a handful of my long blond hair. “You like that, don’t you,” he murmured. “You like teaching your boyfriend a lesson by becoming my slut.”

His thrusts increased, and my pussy quivered around his shaft, dripping wet from his assault. He held me tight by the back of my hair as I clawed against the desk, urging him on until I felt his body tense and with one last deep thrust I felt the long hot spurts of cum fill my depths. He collapsed against my back momentarily as we lay there together, catching our breath.

“That was perfect,” I whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

Slowly he withdrew his semi-hard cock from my dripping pussy. I turned to Chase and kissed him, both of us laughing softly at the madness of the situation at hand. With a wink I sank to my knees and slid his wet shaft into my mouth. His cock was slick with our juices and I licked every drop off of him, as he sat back in the office chair.

“This is turning into a hell of a dirty New Year, “ he admitted with a grin, running his hands through my hair playfully, as he watched me suck all our juices off his cock.

Finally I smiled and stood up. “Oh, it’s going to be a very dirty New Year,” I agreed.

Chase watched me as I retrieved my pink thong from where it still hung around my ankle like a lace bracelet. I slid it up over my bare thighs until it was nestled against my swollen pussy, still filled with his cum. I felt the fabric soak deliciously, reminding me of what had just transpired.

“I have to get back,” I said reluctantly.

He smiled. “Until we meet again then Erica.”

I just grinned back at him and winked.

Carefully I opened the door to the office and checked the corridor. I found it almost empty, aside from a few drunken partygoers who had snuck away to make calls on their cell phones in the quieter hallway. I went to the bathroom first to freshen up my makeup and fix my hair, and then quickly made my way back out to the main bar.

I could still taste the bartender’s cum on my lips as I walked back to Ryan. My hair was still messier than it had been earlier that night, and my face was flushed, but luckily my boyfriend seemed too distracted to notice.

“Darling.” I said, leaning in to kiss Ryan with my cum stained lips. With him not knowing where my mouth had just been, I enjoyed sliding my dirty little tongue into his. When we parted, he grinned at me, obviously still oblivious.

“You’re feeling pretty frisky tonight, huh.”

“Mmm hmm….” I admitted with a grin. “It’s a New Year and a new Erica. In fact, when we get home, I have a little surprise for you.”

He laughed teasingly. “Oh really? You’re kind of drunk already. Are you sure you’re going to be able to go the distance tonight? I mean, I don’t really want to leave the party just yet.”

“Oh, I figured you’d want to stay until closing time,” I said with an indulgent smile. “And don’t worry about me. I have all the energy I’ll need for tonight.”

Indeed, I was on a kind of sexual high until the bar closed. I drank champagne, I danced, and I celebrated the confidence in the decisions I’d made since the stroke of midnight. I discreetly winked at Chase as Ryan was helping me with my coat at the end of the night, as the crowds drifted out of the bar.

When we got home, I closed and locked the front door. Ryan slid up behind me to kiss the back of my neck, but I gently nudged him off me.

“Uh uh… not yet. I told you, I have a surprise. Go pour us a drink.”

“Another drink? Are you sure you haven’t had enough already.”

“No, I haven’t had enough,” I said with a wry grin.

I made my plans and arrangements in the bedroom while Ryan fixed our drinks. I found the Chinese silk ropes that I’d bought over a year ago, for a night of kinky play that we’d never gotten around to. I pulled the leather club chair out of the corner of the bedroom so that it was closer to the bed. Eventually, the door to the bedroom opened and I quickly spun around.

“Well,” Ryan said, lounging drunkenly in the doorway. “What do we have here?”

Wordlessly I smiled at him and took the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bedside table.

“Just a way for us to connect again. To start the New Year the way we should.”

“What… with me all tied up?”

He laughed, as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, pulling down his pants, and leaving him clad only in his boxers. I pushed him down into the club chair, a little more roughly than he’d probably anticipated. I worked quickly with the ropes, binding his ankles and fastening them to the legs of the chair.

“Hmm… all tied up and at your mercy, huh. I think I like this new Erica. It seems like you’re planning to spoil me tonight,” he grinned.

“Just like you spoil me?” I asked, my green eyes sparkling as I knelt in front on him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be enjoying this even more than you will, darling.”

I slid the ropes across his muscular upper chest and tied him firmly to the chair, leaving his hands free.

“Actually, I think it was you that had all the fun last year, Ryan,” I said as I finally stood in front of him. Teasingly, I slid my hands up under the hem of my silver dress and slid my soiled pink panties down my bare legs while he watched. “You had fun being a bad boy with Kelly the slut, didn’t you?”

He froze with surprise, his eyes widening.

“What are hell are you talking… “

“Shhhh,” I interrupted. I took the thong, still drenched with my juices and Chase’s cum and shoved the soaking crotch into his mouth, sliding the bands around his head, so that it was held there firmly. I smiled as he realized what he was tasting, and I kissed his forehead, enjoying his shocked expression.

“You see, the surprise tonight isn’t about you starring in my New Year’s sex show… it’s about you watching it. You’ll be a good spectator sport, won’t you? I mean I enjoyed looking at all those photos on your computer of you ass fucking that whore Kelly Harrison. I’ll admit I was kind of surprised. You always said you had no respect for the dirty girls. And then I started to think about it and realized… if I’m a good girl… you clearly have no respect for me either.”

He glared at me. I could hear him mumbling through the wet thong I had stuffed into his mouth. Clearly he was not impressed with my antics so far. But I had already set the wheels in motion and there was no stopping the series of events that were about to unfold.

I heard the timely knock on our front door at that moment, and I winked at him, disappearing from the bedroom for a moment. I turned on a little house music with some dark rhythmic beats to drown the silence. When I returned to the bedroom with Chase, I could see Ryan’s eyes bulge with indignant shock.

“It’s a new year, Ryan,” I said to him. “And I think, given that your respect is a rare prize that no woman can really win, it’s just going to have to be about me from now on. And the first thing I want, is for you to know what kind of a dirty girl you had in your bed all this time. One whose true potential you never really bothered to appreciate … darling.”

Standing between the two men, and being in control over the moment left me confident in everything that I did and gave me a little rush of excitement. My hands moved to my upper back and I unzipped my silver minidress, letting the straps fall over my shoulders, before the slippery silk slid down over my naked breasts. Ryan watched me with trepidation and uncertainty as I kept my eyes fixed on his. I slid the dress further down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I kicked it away, standing naked in front of him, and letting him gaze at and appreciate the tight, toned body that was no longer there for his satisfaction.

Then I took a few steps backward and leaned into Chase’s chest, pressing my ass against his groin, and feeling him already hard as he pushed back against me. My hands moved behind me to go around him, and rove over his muscular ass. I grinded back against him, teasingly, enjoying the way Ryan’s eyes narrowed as he watched us.

“You might recognize this sexy man as the bartender from earlier tonight,” I said with a sigh of anticipation. “What you don’t know is that at the stroke of midnight, I joined him in a backroom office. I think you’re already getting a taste of what happened.”

Ryan moaned against the wet thong, soaked in juices and cum, and struggled to spit it out, but to no avail.

“But incase there’s any confusion, let me show you...”

I slid down in front of Chase, kneeling naked before him, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting him step out of them before I tossed them casually aside. Chase pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile, revealing his lean muscled, athletic upper torso. Chase was effortlessly sexy in a way that Ryan had always strived so hard to be, and I admired him appreciatively. I could see his erection bulging in his boxer shorts and I stuck out my tongue playfully, before running it up over the fabric of his boxers that still concealed his hard cock. It bobbed under my tongue and I grinned up at him. My fingers slid into the waistband and I finally pulled them down.

“Mmm….” I murmured, letting my tongue slide along the length of his long, hard shaft. “I think we should make sure Ryan gets a good view of his slutty little cock-sucking girlfriend, don’t you?”

Chase smiled, delighting in how twisted the evening was quickly becoming and his hands slid into my long hair to gather it up into a messy blond ponytail, pulling it back off my face so that my boyfriend could watch me devour his cock. I slid my mouth down over him, soaking his cock with my warm saliva as I moved my head up and down on his shaft. I slowly eased him in, deeper and deeper with each stroke, while I moaned around his dick. I felt his hand tighten on my ponytail as he started to shove himself deeper into my mouth, obviously as turned on by the situation as I was. I could feel the spongy head of his cock against the back of my throat and I fought my gag reflex, momentary sputtering before taking him deeper, and holding him there, looking up at him, while his hands clutched the back of my head, prolonging his pleasure.

“Fuck, you are one good little slut,” Chase admitted with a long sigh.

He pressed my head forward again while I felt his delicious cock move in short little thrusts in my mouth. Finally he released my head and the entire length of his glistening dick slid slowly out of my mouth while I gasped for air. Moments later my mouth was on him again, licking and sucking that slippery shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum in my mouth.

“Mmm…. Do you suck your boyfriend’s cock like this?” Chase teased with a smile, while I worked on his cock. He was obviously enjoying the game as much as I was.

I threw a glance at Ryan, helplessly tied to the chair, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Despite his occasional struggles against the ropes, I could see the bulge in his boxer shorts, belying his indignation, and revealing that he was aroused by the shocking scene that was unfolding in front of him.

I turned back to Chase. “I don’t think I’ve ever sucked his cock the way I’m sucking yours right now,” I said with a little grin. “Maybe I just didn’t think he deserved the dirty slut I’m being for you tonight. New year, new Erica, right?”

“And you want to be my whore this year?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “And I want my boyfriend to watch me become your whore.”

I moved down to lick his balls, and slide them into my mouth while I stroked his wet cock in my hand, listening to his breathing intensify as he moaned in agreement. I could feel his pre-cum slippery against my fingers as he tried to hold back his orgasm. My hand left his shaft and I sat back on my heels, looking up at him and sliding two wet fingers into my mouth, adding warm saliva before I moved forward to suck his cock again. My wet fingers moved to his ass and I felt the clenching of his asshole as he pushed his cock into my mouth. My wet digit pressed against it, massaging the opening. He moaned and held still as I pushed against the muscular ring, sliding my finger deeply into his ass.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured.

“Yes… and I’ve noticed you like sliding your fingers into my ass.” He said smiling down at me.

“Mmm…. I’d love it even more if you were fucking my mouth right now.”

He needed no further encouragement. Chase grabbed hold of my head, firmly, and slid the length of his cock into my mouth at the same time as I slid a second finger into his ass. We built a rhythm up as I finger fucked him while he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth, my slippery wet lips, pressing against his shaft.

“You are definitely a dirty girl,” he murmured with appreciation, increasing his thrusts, while I orally submitted to his desires, keeping up a steady rhythm with my fingers. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. “Fuck, I think I’m going to come soon. I think I want to cum all over that pretty little face of yours,” he groaned. “Is that what you want?”

I gurgled my reply still working fast on his shaft as he expertly fucked my mouth, plunging my two fingers deeply into his ass. Finally, I felt him jerking in my mouth, and he moaned and pulled my head back off his cock, simultaneously releasing several warm spurts of cum all over my cheeks and into my open mouth. It landed on my waiting tongue, and dripped down my chin. Chase stared down at me in amazement, as I smiled first at him and then at Ryan, relishing in his shock at watching my face being covered in a stranger’s cum right before his very eyes. I took the fingers that had been in his ass and used them to slide the cum off my cheeks into my mouth.

“What do you think Ryan? Did you like that little show?”

He shook his head, but I could still see his erection straining against his boxer shorts.

“Aww… I think you’re enjoying it more than you’re letting on, darling. I thought you might have cum watching your sweet little Erica being such a dirty cheating slut. But don’t worry. That’s just the first act of your private show tonight. There’s so much more to come.” I giggled deviously. “No pun intended of course.”

His eyes narrowed and I could hear his muffled attempts to talk through the soiled panties I had stuffed into his mouth.

“Now, now,” I said with a smile. “I’m just giving you the pleasure of a live performance, rather than being subjected to accidentally stumbling across dirty photos of me being a depraved slut on the computer. Let me think back to that photo montage I had the privilege of seeing. It seems that you liked taking pictures of Kelly with her tongue in your ass. I want to give you same pleasure, but you’ll have to take mental photos this time. That way you can compare and determine who the better ass-licking slut is. I have a feeling I might win that competition though.”

I crawled up onto our bed, over the white linens that we’d carefully chosen years ago, and smiled at Ryan. From where he sat, restrained in the leather chair, I lay my body diagonally on the bed so that my face was close to where Ryan was tied. I could see the arousal in his blue eyes. His shock had begun to turn to lust, watching me expertly manipulate the depraved situation. It was obvious. He never knew I had this in me, and yet had never bothered before to find out. He was no longer struggling to spit out my dirty pink thong that I had stuffed into his mouth. I was certain that the taste of my midnight fuck, hours earlier had only served to increase the intensity of watching me submit to this stranger. I winked at him, before rolling over onto my back, arching my body, so that my breasts rose up for his view. I twisted my nipples as I turned my attention to Chase’s hard body as he stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock, and watching me writhe on the bed.

“Come on,” I urged him. “Let’s show my boyfriend what a dirty little slut I am.”

Chase crawled over my naked body, dragging his hard cock along my stomach, teasing me. I could feel the warm spongy tip slide between my breasts and I pressed them together, capturing his shaft for a moment as he slid it back and forth, sighing deeply.

“Turn around,” I whispered hotly. I could feel my pussy drenched with juices and his leftover cum, anticipating the next time it would be filled and fucked hard.

But for the moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to slide my tongue into his ass, and force Ryan to watch the entire dirty experience up close.

Chase swung his leg over me turning so that he was facing my body. He moved up just as my hands slid over his muscular ass, spreading the cheeks. My tongue slid out of my mouth, licking his tight hole and encircling it with long wet strokes.

“Mmm… what do you think about that Ryan.” I murmured. “Do you like watching me lick his ass like this? I’ll bet you do.”

I could hear a muffled moan, this time not of anger, but of submission to the dirty eroticism of the moment.

I arched my neck so that Ryan would have a good view of my tongue pressing against the muscular ring of Chase’s asshole, feeling it tense against my wet tongue before it snaked inside. I heard him groan and push back against my intrusion as I proceeded to tongue fuck his hole while my boyfriend helplessly watched. I had never done this with Ryan, and imagining what was going through his mind being this close to what I was doing made me even wetter.

Chase leaned across my body to play with my clit and run his fingers through my juicy folds that were slick with arousal. My hands gripped his ass and held it firm as I continued to lick and suck and tongue fuck his hole, feeling his heavy balls against my chin. I could feel him tensing with pleasure as he groaned.

“Damn, you as such a good little ass licking slut, Erica. Shame your boyfriend never got to experience this," he said with a wicked grin.

Chase leaned back and began to grind his ass into my mouth, while my tongue thrust upwards, enthusiastically sliding into him. I moaned as I continued, the madness of the entire moment causing my hips to lift up off the bed. I was so eager to be fucked.

Sensing this, Chase pushed back against my mouth, letting me give him one last deep tongue fucking before he moved off me and pulled me around. I arched my neck to make quick eye contact with Ryan who was watching everything intensely. By the obvious tent in his boxer shorts, I could see that he was still hard as a rock. I realized that he wanted to watch us now. He could have closed his eyes, or turned his head, but he was unable to take his gaze off of us.

Chase slid me down under him while I whimpered with anticipation. My thighs spread apart as my legs moved up and clenched around him as we both groaned while he sank balls deep into my pussy on the pristine white duvet. I felt the weight of his chest against my breasts and I moaned with pleasure as he began to slowly fuck me. His hands gripped my shoulders as he thrust his throbbing cock into me, impaling me deliciously.

“Yes, that’s it. Fuck my slutty little pussy,” I sobbed. “God, you feel so good inside me.”

Chase obliged me by increasing the speed and intensity of his assault. Gripping me the way he was, I could only cling to him helplessly and submit to every thrust with uncontrolled moans. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit with every movement, making my already wet pussy drool around his cock.

“You like being my whore, don’t you,” he murmured hotly into my ear.

I moaned my response, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him further into me while he pounded me with a momentum and rhythm that made the bedsprings creak. Finally I erupted in a long, shuddering climax, bathing his cock with juices as my pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock.

“Fuck yesss….” I screamed, not caring about anything in that moment other than my own pleasure. I was panting against his chest, my heart pounding in post-orgasmic excitement, just relishing in the feeling of his cock still sliding in and out of my swollen pussy. I knew my juices had soaked the bedspread. I grinned to myself through my drunken haze , finally coming back into the moment.

Chase’s lips found mine and he kissed me long and deep, biting softly on my lower lip, before I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I smiled at him. “I want you to fuck my ass,” I whispered, just loudly enough for Ryan to hear

Chase moved off of me, but instead of getting on my hands and knees, I slipped off the bed, feeling the juices from my pussy glazing my inner thighs. I walked over to my boyfriend still tied to the club chair. I looked down at his straining erection, noticing the pre-cum that had soaked through his shorts. His eyes looked to me pleadingly. I grinned and finally pulled the soaked panties from his mouth, until they hung loosely around his neck. He drew in his breath, finally able to breathe through his mouth again, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Admit it,” I said. “You’re getting off watching this aren’t you.”

“Suck my cock,” he begged, surprising himself with the urgency of his request. “Please.”

“Not so fast,” I said with a grin. “I’m getting fucked right now. Don’t forget… It’s still my turn.”

Impulsively, I kissed Ryan’s lips. Those lips that had been all over a stranger’s ass only moments earlier and I was amazed at his eagerness to taste me. He was grateful for any small amount of contact I would allow him. And because of that, I teasingly moved my mouth away from his.

I could feel Chase come up behind me, and I braced myself on Ryan’s forearms that were resting against the arms of the chair. I waved my ass invitingly at my sexy stranger, until I felt him sink into my pussy again, covering his shaft with my juices. He leisurely fucked me from behind as I felt his fingers alternately soaking into my wetness and moving upward until I felt his thumb press firmly against my asshole. I moaned, and let my heavy-lidded gaze meet Ryan’s stunned expression. My breasts bounced and jiggled just outside the reach of his mouth as he struggled to touch me.

“Why are you doing this? Seriously? This is torture for me to watch.”

“You mean just watch, don’t you,” I muttered. “You said you wanted me to suck you off right now. You’re getting turned on by watching me be used like a dirty little whore.”

I bit down on my lower lip, feeling Chase’s thumb pushing into my ass, finally slipping inside. I moaned, forgetting about my helpless boyfriend for a moment and felt my tight hole relax against his intrusion. I had never had anal sex before. I had enjoyed fingers inside my ass, but never asked for and committed to a hard cock sliding into my depths. But I had never been so turned on, and I had never wanted it more than that moment.

“You know he’s about to fuck my ass,” I murmured with a smile. “And you have no idea how much I want it right now, Ryan. I can’t wait to have his cock fucking my tight little hole… just the way you fucked Kelly’s.”

Ryan moaned at the unrestrained filth of my confession. His eyes were glazed over, lustful and horrified at the same time.

Finally I could feel the soft, spongy tip of Chase’s cock pressing against my virgin hole. In all other circumstances, I would have tensed up, but the dirty sensuality of the moment, had me pushing back against his cock. Chase’s hands caressed my hips, and then finally gripped them as I felt the head of his cock push into my tight asshole, and I exhaled. My hands were on Ryan’s wrists, squeezing as I stared into his eyes, feeling Chase slowly sink the entire length of his shaft into my ass with a long groan. As each inch filled me, the tight burn dissipated and I sighed, breathing heavily, acclimating to the spreading sense of pleasure as my muscles relaxed around his cock.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. “It feels so good.”

Ryan seemed to hold his breath while I exhaled mine. I panted softly as Chase gradually began long, slow strokes in and out of my ass, gradually building up speed. I clenched and unclenched Ryan’s wrists, my eyes glazed over as Chase continued to thrust into my ass.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Chase gasped.

“Mmmm… yes… god, your dick feels so good in my ass. Don’t stop fucking me.”

The momentum of his thrusts propelled me forward haphazardly, until I was almost falling against Ryan. He couldn’t find the words to speak, even as I felt his dick still hard against my knees each time I was pushed forward. It felt so depraved to be getting ass fucked by this man while I was being propelled forward against my helplessly tied up boyfriend. I loved the rush of how wrong it all felt. It made me feel even dirtier. And even more vindicated.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged, much to Chase’s delight. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me viciously. The loud slaps of his hips against my ass filled the room, as I felt his balls pressing into my pussy every time he bottomed out in my ass. I was almost pushed into Ryan’s lap, and mercifully in the heat of the moment, I slid my hands down into his boxers, finally grasping his rock hard cock, as he groaned with appreciation. I began to jerk him off in rhythm to the incredible fucking I was receiving.

“Ughhh...,” Ryan gasped. “You’re such a little slut. Don’t stop.”

I groaned loudly. “You hear that Chase, don’t stop. Keep fucking that ass.”

“You’re the perfect little New Year’s whore tonight aren’t you,” Chase groaned with pleasure. He delivered a delicious stinging slap to my ass, as he viciously continued to fuck me.”

“Yes,” I sobbed with abandon, feeling the heat flame through my face. “I just want to be your little slut, Chase. And I want to feel you fill my ass with hot cum, and make me scream.”

Ryan groaned hearing the filth of my confession, and I felt his cock erupt in my hands, covering my fingers with cum. Feeling him panting against my slippery grip caused me to climax again. Chase gripped my hips harder to steady me, finally releasing several long, hot spurts of cum deep inside my ass. The three of us were left hot, and sweaty, panting desperately at the madness of the moment. My legs were like jelly.

I began to feel mercy set in with the delicious satisfaction of the moment, and I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Finally I smiled at Ryan and untied his wrists and the rope tying his upper body to the chair. I wasn’t quite ready to untie his ankles, while still in the heady uncertainty of what had just transpired. Ryan was breathing harder, exhilarated at his sudden freedom.

“You fucking little cheating slut,” he gasped, seizing me around the hips. Catching me off guard, he spun me around, making me squeal with surprise.

“Ryan, what are you doing?” I cried. I latched onto Chase’s forearms, shocked as Ryan bent me forward, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands before pressing his tongue against my asshole, feeling the drops of cum on his lips before sliding his tongue aggressively into me. I gasped, from the surprise and shear pleasure of feeling him work his tongue inside my slippery and sore little hole that had just been ravaged by Chase’s cock.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. I could feel him sucking the cum out of my asshole as I leaned into Chase. Ryan was depraved and primal in his efforts, as though seeking to share in the madness of what had just happened in whatever way he could.

A smile passed between Chase and I, and he leaned in to whisper into my ear. “Looks like you’ve finally put him in his place.”

“Almost…”

I smiled at Chase and impulsively pressed my lips against his, sensuously kissing him, as my boyfriend licked his cum out of my ass. But now that his hands were freed, Ryan’s hands were all over me, sliding into the wetness between my legs.

“Such a fucking little slut,” he murmured over and over, lost in his own haze of shock and arousal. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Yet something in me had moved beyond the moment we had just shared. Seeing Ryan’s eagerness for me somehow failed to excite me. It was definitely the reaction I had hoped for. But the reaction was several years too late. His realization of what we could have shared together did little to appease me. Finally I pulled away from him.

“What are you doing?” Ryan cried in surprise.

I sighed heavily; and then moved away from him, picking up my silver New Years dress from off the floor and slipping it back on. I was silent for a moment, recognizing the significance of the moment. Chase quietly got dressed, watching the final scene unfold.

“I’m leaving you, Ryan,” I said finally.

“What?”

I smiled. “This was fun. And thanks for indulging me. But I think we both know the ride stops here.”

“B..b..but… you got your revenge. I fucked up, and you got even with me! I thought that’s what you wanted… so that we can move on together?”

“I thought that’s what I wanted too,” I admitted. “But I guess I want more. You know… New year, new Erica. And with that comes new expectations.”

“What about a new beginning for us?”

“This is a new beginning for us,” I reasoned. “It’s just that we’ll be doing it apart.”

I looked at the pathetic sight, his legs still tied to the chair in the same way that my heart had once been tied to him. My now ex-boyfriend seemed more shocked than he’d been even at the beginning of the torrid sex scene we’d just enjoyed. I winked at him.

“How does that old song go, Ryan? “

I smiled sadly as I went to the bedroom closet and opened the door, picking up the suitcase of belongings I had packed earlier that morning.

I sang the words softly, “Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; the flames of love extinguished, and fully past and gone…. Goodbye Ryan, I’ll send for the rest of my things. Happy New Year.”

I took Chase’s hand, and walked out the door.

*** The End ***