Would you be the party favor of a party?

[Mansa Musa]

I will invite a couple more guests too. Unless you think nine is a crowd . . . .

Nine!!? Be still my heart! I had a hard enough time with 5 women. 9 women would surely kill me. But, what a way to go...

 

[cadman7777]

So if it were these ten Playboy Playmates you would pass on it????????????? Not many guys would pass up fucking one of these girls much less all of them, you are one of a kind............lmao

http://bugehoobs.com/girls/hottest_playboy_playmate_of_the_last_10_years_sfw

Congradulations...you figured out I am one of a kind. I knew you would come around.
Ok...If I had to do the Playmates I would I guess.....but in all honesty I would choose women on this board first....with you at the top of the list

 

[Lappdog]

Great fantasy! A party favor~ I would absolutely entertain that idea, but of course since I am a guy, it's just not as likely. Now....I did attend a party once where a girl more or less became a party favor. Let's just say lot's of Tequilla made that happen and it has taken lots more Tequilla to try and forget that I was part of that!

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Congradulations...you figured out I am one of a kind. I knew you would come around.
Ok...If I had to do the Playmates I would I guess.....but in all honesty I would choose women on this board first....with you at the top of the list

awe I am so flattered.......lol

number three on that list is very hot send her to me when you are finished...

 

[cadman7777]

awe I am so flattered.......lol

number three on that list is very hot send her to me when you are finished...

I agree but I'm not sure she would leave me after the experience....maybe if I cum along she'll go for it........I know my humility shows doesn't it?

Have I told you how much I love that mirror shot?.....damn that's sexy

 

[Pinktacokitty]

I agree but I'm not sure she would leave me after the experience....maybe if I cum along she'll go for it........I know my humility shows doesn't it?

Have I told you how much I love that mirror shot?.....damn that's sexy

lol.....you can come along too, you could watch.....but bring this one instead, got to reading about tattoo so I searched to see what it looked like, is so hot don't ya think...

 

[cadman7777]

lol.....you can come along too, you could watch.....but bring this one instead, got to reading about tattoo so I searched to see what it looked like, is so hot don't ya think...

Wow...very sexy indeed....Watching is one of my favorite pastimes so it would be my pleasure.

Now about the tattoo...it's pretty small and I didn't read the article(go figure)

but I would have to get closer to see what it says........much closer

 

[flirty_but_nice]

Would you be the party favor of a party?

Okay ladies and gentlemen, I've seen that nothing is too much for this forum. That said, I've had a fantasy on my mind that I wonder if anyone else shares. In the event anyone of you had the opportunity to be a party favor for a party, would you do it? By that I mean would you serve as a sex toy to be passed around to the guests of the party? Mindless question...but a curious one too.

When I was young and stupid (well, I am older and still stupid) I was once such at a party. Here is a very poorly written account from a few years ago, of the "event" ...

There was this one Saturday while I was in university, I was 19 at the time. It started out as a typical Saturday night. I was home alone in my apartment studying when I decided I needed to give myself a break.

I walked over to a nearby video store to rent a movie for a little escapism when I ran into an friend of mine from High School. Susan and I had been pretty good friends for 3 years in high school, but we had drifted apart after graduation.

We briefly talked to catch up on the last year or so since we had seen each other when she then asked me to go to a party with her. I didn't really feel like it, but she pleaded with me saying that there's this guy that she really wanted to get to know better that was going to be there. Unfortunately she said she didn't have anyone to go with and she really wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone.

I wasn't really done up for going to a party, as I had just thrown on a pair of jeans and I was still wearing the cropped college sweatshirt (with no bra) that I tended to wear when I'm just lounging about.

The poor girl was almost begging though throwing out comments to the effect that my "hagged" look is like a supermodel attractiveness to most people. Although I totally disagreed with her on such point and actually resent such "compliments" for some strange reason, I finally agreed tp go and we left together directly from the video store.

We arrived at a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in San Antonio a short time later. There looked to be about 20 people in the house and upon entering, I noticed that it looked like there was about 5 guys for every girl.

Without going into all of the details, the party was pretty beat with most of the people being guys and seemingly mostly highschool seniors at that.

As beat as it was, though, I was feeling pretty good, as Susan had brought a bottle of tequila with her. It's amazing what a few tequila shots will do for one's perception of a good time.

Anyway, we had been there for probably around 3 - 4 flirtatious hours and I was getting pretty drunk. Feeling pretty much ready to leave, I had unfortunately lost track of Susan and it turned out she had left the party with the guy that was the object of her desires.

So there I was at a party full of strangers and with no ride home. Already rather drunk, though, it wasn't too hard for the "host" of the party to convince me not to worry about it and in short order I found myself playing cards and drinking games with 5 guys in the living room. It was now after midnight and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the six of us sitting around playing cards and drinking. I was the only girl left in the place.

The game we were playing had become tiresome and I indicated that I should probably get going. The guys quickly jumped in trying to convince me to stay. One guy then suggested that we play poker. I said I had no money to play poker, but then a different guy suggested we play strip poker instead. I said "Yeah right, only in your dreams."

Despite my declining, the guys continued to egg me on. We kidded and teased back and forth a little when one of them came out and said that he was horny as hell having been exposed to my slightly protruding nipples all night long and that he's dying to see my breasts and that he'd give ANYTHING to see them. Rather than just dismiss the idea like I should have, I teased back by asking "Anything?"

Joined by a couple of the other guys now, they were quick to reaffirm in unison that they would indeed give ANYTHING.

It must have been the tequila, but for some reason I replied that I would pull up my sweatshirt and let them see my boobs for one hundred dollars.

Rather than simply dismiss the idea, as I had expected they would, they had a huddle and then pulled out their wallets and came up with a hundred dollars right then and there. I began to try to back out, but then they started to bug me about being just a tease, blah blah blah. Anyway, I decided that I did make the offer, so as a matter of integrity, I agreed to give them their thrill.

They laid out the money on the coffee table and I went to the middle of the living room and began to dance seductively to the blaring music playing on the stereo. Slowly, I lifted my sweatshirt to expose my breasts for all five of them to see.

After a short moment of stunned staring, they began to cheer and yell for me to take it off. The song ended and I pulled my shirt back down. One of the guys then asked how much more to let them touch my breasts? I said they wouldn't have enough money, but they didn't let that deter them and they all pulled their wallets back out and managed to come up with another $100 dollars or so.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking, obviously not much, but, my trust fund aside, I was a cash strapped college girl and a couple of hundred dollars for just showing a few guys my tits and letting them feel me up a little seemed like an easy and harmless way to make some much needed extra money. At least that's how it seemed after all of the tequila and beer I had consumed.

After much pleading and begging on the part of the guys, I finally agreed. I then pulled my sweatshirt back up and the first guy walked up to me and began to grab and squeeze my boobs and nipples. Another guy then came up from behind me and began to kiss my neck as he cupped my breasts.

The next thing I know, a couple more of the guys are up there squeezing my breasts all at once and in no time they had slipped my sweatshirt over my head and off.

This exhibitionism must have really got me turned on 'cause I was getting right into it and kissing them back. With the guys all over me I laid myself down on the carpet with all of these groping hands continuing to feel me up.

Now lost in the passion of all this attention, I barely even noticed that they had my jeans undone and were trying to slip them off. Well, I guess I noticed, but I didn't seem to care, as I was just all hot and horny at having all these guys lusting over me.

My pants were now off and my panties were also being pulled off when I had a moment of hesitation and said "That's far enough guys." They didn't let up, though, and there I was flat on my back having my breasts squeezed and licked, my mouth kissed and tongued and my pussy now vigorously being fingered.

Things had gone much further than I had intended and I again stated that "That was enough." The weak tone of my voice undermined my desire to stop things, however. Instead, my latent desire to get royally fucked came to the forefront to allay my sensible reservations.

Anyway, it wasn't long before one of the guys pulled away the guy that was fingering me and then dove in to give me pleasure with his wagging tongue. I was getting so very turned on when the guy quit teasing me with his tongue, removed his pants, and then began to fuck me. All the while, the other guys continued to squeeze, kiss, and lick at my breasts and body.

Well, that one guy really got the ball rolling 'cause now almost everyone else had their clothes off and after the first guy blew his wad in me, which I must say didn't take very long at all, another quickly took his place to continue fucking me.

To diverge for just a moment, I wasn't really concerned with pregnancy 'cause I was faithfully on the pill at the time. Being young and reckless, the STD concern didn't really enter my mind. I guess being young doesn't have much to do with that, though, 'cause it really hasn't entered my mind any of the other times I've messed around or whatever. I guess I'm just totally reckless still to this day.

Anyway, things continued and the guys took their turns fucking me. I guess I must have passed out, though, because the next thing I remember was waking up in a bedroom in the early morning with the sun just beginning to rise.

Beside me on the bed was the "host" guy sleeping to my left and another guy on top of me fucking me. Very strange to wake up while being fucked in unfamiliar surroundings by someone you don't know.

To be perfectly honest, I don't know if I went to the bedroom of my own free will or whether the guys carried me there while I was passed out. Quite frankly I don't know what happened after the fourth guy was fucking me the night before. Everything after that is was and still is great big blank.

I assume that they probably all took turns fucking me and I don't know how many times over either. I do know, though, that the guy that was on top of me fucking me when I woke up was NOT one of the five guys from the evening before.

I don't recall having ever seen him before and I have since just assumed that while I was passed out or whatever, someone must have called this guy and told him that there's a good looking, drunken, passed out chick that they're all fucking and that he should come on over and get in on the action.

Well, this guy seemed startled when he realized that I was actually awake and watching him while he fucked me. All hea had to say for himself was "Hi." Somewhat surprisingly I didn't resist or make him stop, as I actually remember being very wet and turned on. He just carried on without missing a thrust until he blew his wad and came inside of me.

When he was done he just rolled over without saying a word. After lying there for a few minutes I got out of the bed and went to the washroom. It was only then that I realized I was sooo sore. My legs felt like I had run a marathon or something and I was extremely sore down below from being fucked so many times.

After I was done cleaning myself up in the bathroom I went out to the living room to try to find my clothes, as there was no evidence of them in the bedroom. In the living room there was one guy passed out on the couch, but otherwise the place was empty. I couldn't find my panties (probably one of them kept them as a trophy), but my jeans and sweatshirt were strewn on the living room floor. I put them on and then noticed all of the cash on the coffe table from the night before. I figured what the hell, these guys had all thoroughly fucked me over and did who knows what to me while I was passed out, so I grabbed the money with out hesitation and pocketed it.

I then went to the kitchen and called a taxi. Not knowing where I was, I actually had to put the call on hold while I ran out and read the house number. Luckily, the house was on a corner so I could also easily see the street's name. I then went inside, finished the call, then came back outside to wait on the front step for the taxi to arrive.

While waiting, the host guy came outside and queried "You're leaving already?"

I told him "Uhhh, I think maybe I had better."

He then invited be back in for a shower or breakfast or whatever. I politely thanked him but declined. He then asked if he could have my phone number so that we could hook up again sometime. I again thanked him, but said that I don't think so. He said okay, thanked me for coming to the party and making it so memorable, and then he went back inside.

I was so embarrassed I couldn't believe it. I felt sick to the stomach and not just because I was severly hung over, but out of disgust for what I had done. I couldnt' wait to get home and shower and have a long, hot bath.

Anyway, that's the story of my infamous university party and that was the first time I had ever been in a group sex situation. It probably took me over a month before I got over it and would go out in public without fear of being seen by someone that might have been there.

It was probably about a year after that before I again ran into Susan and when I finally did she seemed very aloof and short with me. We didn't talk about the party, but I later found out from someone else that some of the guys that fucked me had blabbed about it and word got back to Susan by way of the guy she was after, whom I guess had become her boyfriend.

From what I'm told, they had asked her boyfriend to find out from her the name of the "hooker" she had brought to the party 'cause they wanted to get together with me again. I guess Susan hasn't been too shy about spreading the gossip of my transgressions.

So you see, I guess that to a certain extent my slutty reputation was "earned" and I really didn't have anyone to blame but myself.

Anyway, it's been like nine years now since that fateful party and I've come to terms long ago with the events of the party. Now, in fact, I actually get rather turned on when I think about it. I got turned on, in fact, just writing about it.

It's certainly NOT my proudest moment, but what's happened has happened and there's nothing I can do about it now. If I could do it all over again I wouldn't have gone to the party at all, but then I wouldn't have this story to tell.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Wow...very sexy indeed....Watching is one of my favorite pastimes so it would be my pleasure.

Now about the tattoo...it's pretty small and I didn't read the article(go figure)

but I would have to get closer to see what it says........much closer

You are so cute....the tattoo says RESPECT.....like you didn't know....

 

[Pinktacokitty]

When I was young and stupid (well, I am older and still stupid) I was once such at a party. Here is a very poorly written account from a few years ago, of the "event" ...

There was this one Saturday while I was in university, I was 19 at the time. It started out as a typical Saturday night. I was home alone in my apartment studying when I decided I needed to give myself a break.

I walked over to a nearby video store to rent a movie for a little escapism when I ran into an friend of mine from High School. Susan and I had been pretty good friends for 3 years in high school, but we had drifted apart after graduation.

We briefly talked to catch up on the last year or so since we had seen each other when she then asked me to go to a party with her. I didn't really feel like it, but she pleaded with me saying that there's this guy that she really wanted to get to know better that was going to be there. Unfortunately she said she didn't have anyone to go with and she really wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone.

I wasn't really done up for going to a party, as I had just thrown on a pair of jeans and I was still wearing the cropped college sweatshirt (with no bra) that I tended to wear when I'm just lounging about.

The poor girl was almost begging though throwing out comments to the effect that my "hagged" look is like a supermodel attractiveness to most people. Although I totally disagreed with her on such point and actually resent such "compliments" for some strange reason, I finally agreed tp go and we left together directly from the video store.

We arrived at a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in San Antonio a short time later. There looked to be about 20 people in the house and upon entering, I noticed that it looked like there was about 5 guys for every girl.

Without going into all of the details, the party was pretty beat with most of the people being guys and seemingly mostly highschool seniors at that.

As beat as it was, though, I was feeling pretty good, as Susan had brought a bottle of tequila with her. It's amazing what a few tequila shots will do for one's perception of a good time.

Anyway, we had been there for probably around 3 - 4 flirtatious hours and I was getting pretty drunk. Feeling pretty much ready to leave, I had unfortunately lost track of Susan and it turned out she had left the party with the guy that was the object of her desires.

So there I was at a party full of strangers and with no ride home. Already rather drunk, though, it wasn't too hard for the "host" of the party to convince me not to worry about it and in short order I found myself playing cards and drinking games with 5 guys in the living room. It was now after midnight and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the six of us sitting around playing cards and drinking. I was the only girl left in the place.

The game we were playing had become tiresome and I indicated that I should probably get going. The guys quickly jumped in trying to convince me to stay. One guy then suggested that we play poker. I said I had no money to play poker, but then a different guy suggested we play strip poker instead. I said "Yeah right, only in your dreams."

Despite my declining, the guys continued to egg me on. We kidded and teased back and forth a little when one of them came out and said that he was horny as hell having been exposed to my slightly protruding nipples all night long and that he's dying to see my breasts and that he'd give ANYTHING to see them. Rather than just dismiss the idea like I should have, I teased back by asking "Anything?"

Joined by a couple of the other guys now, they were quick to reaffirm in unison that they would indeed give ANYTHING.

It must have been the tequila, but for some reason I replied that I would pull up my sweatshirt and let them see my boobs for one hundred dollars.

Rather than simply dismiss the idea, as I had expected they would, they had a huddle and then pulled out their wallets and came up with a hundred dollars right then and there. I began to try to back out, but then they started to bug me about being just a tease, blah blah blah. Anyway, I decided that I did make the offer, so as a matter of integrity, I agreed to give them their thrill.

They laid out the money on the coffee table and I went to the middle of the living room and began to dance seductively to the blaring music playing on the stereo. Slowly, I lifted my sweatshirt to expose my breasts for all five of them to see.

After a short moment of stunned staring, they began to cheer and yell for me to take it off. The song ended and I pulled my shirt back down. One of the guys then asked how much more to let them touch my breasts? I said they wouldn't have enough money, but they didn't let that deter them and they all pulled their wallets back out and managed to come up with another $100 dollars or so.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking, obviously not much, but, my trust fund aside, I was a cash strapped college girl and a couple of hundred dollars for just showing a few guys my tits and letting them feel me up a little seemed like an easy and harmless way to make some much needed extra money. At least that's how it seemed after all of the tequila and beer I had consumed.

After much pleading and begging on the part of the guys, I finally agreed. I then pulled my sweatshirt back up and the first guy walked up to me and began to grab and squeeze my boobs and nipples. Another guy then came up from behind me and began to kiss my neck as he cupped my breasts.

The next thing I know, a couple more of the guys are up there squeezing my breasts all at once and in no time they had slipped my sweatshirt over my head and off.

This exhibitionism must have really got me turned on 'cause I was getting right into it and kissing them back. With the guys all over me I laid myself down on the carpet with all of these groping hands continuing to feel me up.

Now lost in the passion of all this attention, I barely even noticed that they had my jeans undone and were trying to slip them off. Well, I guess I noticed, but I didn't seem to care, as I was just all hot and horny at having all these guys lusting over me.

My pants were now off and my panties were also being pulled off when I had a moment of hesitation and said "That's far enough guys." They didn't let up, though, and there I was flat on my back having my breasts squeezed and licked, my mouth kissed and tongued and my pussy now vigorously being fingered.

Things had gone much further than I had intended and I again stated that "That was enough." The weak tone of my voice undermined my desire to stop things, however. Instead, my latent desire to get royally fucked came to the forefront to allay my sensible reservations.

Anyway, it wasn't long before one of the guys pulled away the guy that was fingering me and then dove in to give me pleasure with his wagging tongue. I was getting so very turned on when the guy quit teasing me with his tongue, removed his pants, and then began to fuck me. All the while, the other guys continued to squeeze, kiss, and lick at my breasts and body.

Well, that one guy really got the ball rolling 'cause now almost everyone else had their clothes off and after the first guy blew his wad in me, which I must say didn't take very long at all, another quickly took his place to continue fucking me.

To diverge for just a moment, I wasn't really concerned with pregnancy 'cause I was faithfully on the pill at the time. Being young and reckless, the STD concern didn't really enter my mind. I guess being young doesn't have much to do with that, though, 'cause it really hasn't entered my mind any of the other times I've messed around or whatever. I guess I'm just totally reckless still to this day.

Anyway, things continued and the guys took their turns fucking me. I guess I must have passed out, though, because the next thing I remember was waking up in a bedroom in the early morning with the sun just beginning to rise.

Beside me on the bed was the "host" guy sleeping to my left and another guy on top of me fucking me. Very strange to wake up while being fucked in unfamiliar surroundings by someone you don't know.

To be perfectly honest, I don't know if I went to the bedroom of my own free will or whether the guys carried me there while I was passed out. Quite frankly I don't know what happened after the fourth guy was fucking me the night before. Everything after that is was and still is great big blank.

I assume that they probably all took turns fucking me and I don't know how many times over either. I do know, though, that the guy that was on top of me fucking me when I woke up was NOT one of the five guys from the evening before.

I don't recall having ever seen him before and I have since just assumed that while I was passed out or whatever, someone must have called this guy and told him that there's a good looking, drunken, passed out chick that they're all fucking and that he should come on over and get in on the action.

Well, this guy seemed startled when he realized that I was actually awake and watching him while he fucked me. All hea had to say for himself was "Hi." Somewhat surprisingly I didn't resist or make him stop, as I actually remember being very wet and turned on. He just carried on without missing a thrust until he blew his wad and came inside of me.

When he was done he just rolled over without saying a word. After lying there for a few minutes I got out of the bed and went to the washroom. It was only then that I realized I was sooo sore. My legs felt like I had run a marathon or something and I was extremely sore down below from being fucked so many times.

After I was done cleaning myself up in the bathroom I went out to the living room to try to find my clothes, as there was no evidence of them in the bedroom. In the living room there was one guy passed out on the couch, but otherwise the place was empty. I couldn't find my panties (probably one of them kept them as a trophy), but my jeans and sweatshirt were strewn on the living room floor. I put them on and then noticed all of the cash on the coffe table from the night before. I figured what the hell, these guys had all thoroughly fucked me over and did who knows what to me while I was passed out, so I grabbed the money with out hesitation and pocketed it.

I then went to the kitchen and called a taxi. Not knowing where I was, I actually had to put the call on hold while I ran out and read the house number. Luckily, the house was on a corner so I could also easily see the street's name. I then went inside, finished the call, then came back outside to wait on the front step for the taxi to arrive.

While waiting, the host guy came outside and queried "You're leaving already?"

I told him "Uhhh, I think maybe I had better."

He then invited be back in for a shower or breakfast or whatever. I politely thanked him but declined. He then asked if he could have my phone number so that we could hook up again sometime. I again thanked him, but said that I don't think so. He said okay, thanked me for coming to the party and making it so memorable, and then he went back inside.

I was so embarrassed I couldn't believe it. I felt sick to the stomach and not just because I was severly hung over, but out of disgust for what I had done. I couldnt' wait to get home and shower and have a long, hot bath.

Anyway, that's the story of my infamous university party and that was the first time I had ever been in a group sex situation. It probably took me over a month before I got over it and would go out in public without fear of being seen by someone that might have been there.

It was probably about a year after that before I again ran into Susan and when I finally did she seemed very aloof and short with me. We didn't talk about the party, but I later found out from someone else that some of the guys that fucked me had blabbed about it and word got back to Susan by way of the guy she was after, whom I guess had become her boyfriend.

From what I'm told, they had asked her boyfriend to find out from her the name of the "hooker" she had brought to the party 'cause they wanted to get together with me again. I guess Susan hasn't been too shy about spreading the gossip of my transgressions.

So you see, I guess that to a certain extent my slutty reputation was "earned" and I really didn't have anyone to blame but myself.

Anyway, it's been like nine years now since that fateful party and I've come to terms long ago with the events of the party. Now, in fact, I actually get rather turned on when I think about it. I got turned on, in fact, just writing about it.

It's certainly NOT my proudest moment, but what's happened has happened and there's nothing I can do about it now. If I could do it all over again I wouldn't have gone to the party at all, but then I wouldn't have this story to tell.

It is unfortunate they took advantage of you, I can understand being turned on by the story.........I hafta to get laid TODAY!!!!!!!!!

 

[txnstud21]

It is a fantasy of mine - no rules - no questions - completely and unquestioningly available

*shivers with pleasure*

mmmm

Katie

please make sure i get the invite

 

[cadman7777]

You are so cute....the tattoo says RESPECT.....like you didn't know....

I use any excuse i can to get closer....by the way do you have a tattoo? If so I would like to see it.

See I thought YOU were the cute one....have I told you I love the mirror shot?

 

[Pinktacokitty]

I use any excuse i can to get closer....by the way do you have a tattoo? If so I would like to see it.

See I thought YOU were the cute one....have I told you I love the mirror shot?

No tattoo for me, i have seen some I like, but not for me. The ones I like are small and on butts, they are sexy.

 

[faithchick]

In a heart beat...as long as they were attractive....lol