That Christmas. Do you remember? We had been wanting to find a way to make it different to the usual. You found that party at a Hertfordshire house from browsing online, I booked our places, we fucked then I put on that black dress, stockings, suspenders and heels...with no panties of course. As we drove to the house you reiterated your limits for us. And I told you all my reasons to surpass them. You can't tell me that your hard cock bulging in your trousers as you drove didn't approve. On arrival, it was pleasant but tame I thought. Not the dark erotic club full with random cock, pussy and tongues that I had been craving to see and experience. But as the night drew on (and so did the action), I was starting to feel bold. I left you chatting to that American couple and made my excuses to find the bathroom. I was on the hunt and I wanted to be fucked. I went from room to room, eyes opening wider as I caught glimpses of bodies in various states of talking, sucking and fucking. In one room, a lingerie-clad woman licking another's pussy whilst horny voyeurs watched on. In another crowded room, that long-haired blonde screaming as she rode one guy, as another cock fucked her ass. I made my way up the stairway brushing past random hovering men with their smiles or slightly sinister but horny glares. I'd heard about the room at the top of the house. The dark lair where anything goes and couldn't help but gravitate towards it. My clit was throbbing and I was getting wetter and wetter as I approached the door to this mysterious room. "Are you sure you want to go in there?" a guy said with a really dirty grin. He looked like he had serviced an army from his red face and the (what I suspected) cum around his mouth. I could indeed turn back. For a second, I was tempted to. But like a sign from the Gods, the door opened wide as people exited, and I decided to make my way into the dark room. For a moment, I stood frozen in the pitch black, eyes and ears adjusting. Sounds of debauched fucking, moans of filthy pleasure, a girl tied on a swing being fucked like no tomorrow. I was immediately so envious of her. Reality hit me when I then caught sight of a shaven-haired guy on his knees devouring another man's huge cock. Transfixed, I watched this little bitch's mouth being fucked and filled with oozing cum. Then, from out of nowhere it seemed, he came up behind me, lifting up my short dress with his hands on the bare skin of my ass. Without a word, he slid his finger to my soaked pussy and pushed me to the wall. Then I heard the sound of a foil wrapper opening. It was happening. I thought of you. Please come and fucking rescue me. Actually. No. Please I beg.. stay where you are. Then, the harsh pleasure of the tip of his hard cock ripping into my wet pussy took over. I couldn't help but push back on him to feel him deeper. His hands on my tits, his raging hard cock thrusting inside me as I was pressed so tight against that wall. The weight of him on me, his dirty groans, the sheer excitement, the darkened room, this unknown stranger made me feel so drugged on sex that I just wanted to be a whore and simply fuck. In fact, in that moment I wanted everyone in that black room to fuck me. Very quickly, I could sense him building up as he thrusted harder and wilder. Any moment now he would cum. Suddenly his body jolted me into the wall and all I could hear was the fucking sexy groan of this man cumming. "Good girl" he said after catching his breath. I didn't dare turn around and clung to the wall for comfort. My legs could hardly hold me up as I thought "So this is what a slut feels like" and I held on to that satisying dirty feeling pulsating through my body and mind. When I finally found the courage to turn around, he was gone. I looked around with frantic eyes to know who it was. But all I could see were shadows and that same girl in the swing now being fucked by someone else. I pulled my dress down and made my way as quick as possible towards the door. "Where are you going?" said some guy grabbing hard on my arm. I nearly stumbled from the shock but recovered to push past him and make my way to the light beyond the door. In the bathroom, I fixed my hair, heart still pounding, and wondered who was this guy who had just fucked and used me like that. I then made my way to you. You looked up and knew instantly. I grabbed a wine off the tray and drank it quick to ease my uncertainty of your reaction. "Who was it?" you whispered to me without giving me a clue as to whether you were angry, jealous or turned on. "I don't know" I hesitantly replied. You suddenly took me by the arm and started to march me out the room. I was so conscious to not cause a scene, so I foolishly smiled to others as you led me out. Were we heading for the door? I had broken your rules and I was expecting the explosive worst. You then pushed open a toilet door, led me in, undid your zip and took out your hardening cock. I looked at you wanting to kiss you so bad for not being cross with me but you quickly pushed me down to my knees to start sucking your cock. You grabbed my hair and called me your slut and asked me if it was fucking good. I could hardly respond with your big hard cock in my mouth so I let out a knowing "mmmmm", and then you started to fuck my mouth. You did it so furiously. I've never seen you like that. "I need to fuck you" you said. And for the second time that night, I assumed my position against a wall, with my ass pointing invitingly to you. You slid quick into my already-fucked pussy and thrusted so good as you demanded all the sordid details of my dark room fuck. I loved it when you filled me with your hot cum within seconds of me telling you how he came. Pulling out, your cum dripped down my thigh, onto the lace edge of my stockings and I turned to suck you clean, enjoying the taste of us off your satisfied cock. We headed to the kitchen to recover over a drink and I recall that you seemed distracted as we made idle chit chat with a couple. "What's up?" I asked. "That's him, I bet" you replied, looking across the kitchen. Slowly, I dared to look up. An attractive man much older than me had been staring at me. He then raised a knowing eyebrow and gave a wry smile.