It’s May’s birthday. Her gal-pals arranged a humdinger of a night in the local strip joint for her. Though May and I are a relatively new thing, they still asked me if I was okay with it. I said yes, of course. Dictating what my partners can and can’t do has never been my style. If I’m honest, I kinda wish I’d been invited along, but it was an all-woman affair so me and my dick stayed home.
As she’d walked out the front door, swinging her handbag on one finger, May had looked over her shoulder at me as I joked about her pacing herself.
“You know it’s a fact that I’m extra hot when I’m wasted,” she’d laughed. Then, stopping at the bottom of the stairs she’d added, “You can, you know. If you want to.”
“I can what?”
“Fuck me when I’m drunk. Just so you know.”
Well, Friday night has become Saturday morning and May is home. I scratch my head, laugh a bit, and jiggle my boxers to unstick my balls from my quickly stiffening dick. I’ve seen her drunk a hundred times, but this…this is an all new level of wasted. I mean, she’s naked on the dining table wearing a pizza slice for knickers, for Christ’s sake. Singing Sex Bomb and twiddling her nipples while winking at me.
I approach and she purrs, holds her breath as I reach for her. It comes out in a huff when all I do is snag the slice and tear into it. Ugh, that pepperoni grease pooling at the opening to her cunt should gross me out, but it doesn’t. I dip my slice in it and take another bite.
With a squeak and a squirm, May scoots closer and the orange oil spills over, trickles down her crack. My jaw halts, mid-chew, and I stare at it bleeding through the little creases of her pucker.
My slice squelches under my foot as I lunge at her. May’s ass cheeks scud across the polished table top and she squawks with laughter, propped up on her elbows, watching me nibble strings of cheese from her thighs. Gasping as I slurp tangy tomato sauce off her clit. Moaning when I follow that oily trail right to her ass.
Reaching for her hips, I tilt her for better access. I lick and tickle, push my tongue in, wriggle it about. May gets wetter. My dick gets harder. Before I know which way is up, I’m working my aching cock into her ass, vaguely registering and refusing her offer of a pot of dipping sauce in lieu of lube.
Pepperoni oil stings my head, but I don’t stop. In fact, I kinda like it. My cock feels more sensitive, May feels tighter, and her orgasm almost breaks me. And now it’s my turn. I want to come in her ass, but I won’t. She’s dropped her chilli on the floor, so I’m gonna pull out. Birthday girl’s gotta have something to dip her crusts in.
