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Would it be okay if I thought about you cleaning me after he cums inside me? Is that too naughty? I can’t help it. It turns me on so much. It makes me so wet just to think about it.

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Halloween House Party

Whew… What an eventful couple of weeks it has been! I am back from my vacation, and, as promised, I will update you all…

Ok, where to start…

I went to Hawaii with my family. Some of you even guessed the right island, and one person even guessed the right beach… Honestly, I was a little freaked out by that. I’m not ready to meet anybody off of Tumblr, particularly in front of my family, while we are on vacation. So, I didn’t answer anybody specifically as to my exact whereabouts. I’m sure you will understand. The island was great, the vacation was great, I had a glorious time. And for anybody wondering, no, I didn’t hook up with any random strangers… Sorry to disappoint you all there.

I also decided to make a change to my blog. Maybe not one you will notice immediately, but I decided to eliminate the “anonymous” option on my asks. I was getting a lot of disparaging anonymous comments, and some of them were pretty mean. Nothing kills the mood while you are on vacation than seeing somebody who obviously hasn’t read my whole blog fire off some mindless drivel about what a horrible person I am. So, the way I see it… Hate on me all you want, just don’t be a coward about it anonymously. If you want to insult me, then do it with your name behind it so I can respond. If you don’t have the courage to do that, you aren’t worth being in my inbox in the first place. Now, two things need to be said about this. First, I promise to respond to a person directly and privately before I post anything with names on it. I’m not here to embarrass anybody. And second… This may or may not be permanent. I am going to see how it goes for a couple weeks and see how I feel. If I don’t get anything interesting, I might turn on the anonymous ask feature again.

Ok… I’ll get off my little soapbox here, and get to the fun stuff that you all came for…

So, for those of you that remember, right before I left for vacation, I found myself in a bit of a pickle… I didn’t have a Halloween costume or anything planned, but my friend was having a Halloween party last night. Well, I got home yesterday at noon… So I had like 4 hours to put a costume together, and of course, my awesome Tumblr followers came through and sent me ideas the whole time I was in Hawaii. I got a lot of suggestions, some cute, some sexy, some funny, some gross…

I just thought I’d share a few:

Wear my lingerie and heels and be a Victoria’s Secret Model (of course). Put on a low cut dress with lots of T&A and be a celebrity, while giving my bf a bunch of cameras and making him be paparazzi. (Could be fun) Dress up in a toga and sandals, and have my bf wear a green shirt and stick fake croutons, tomatoes, celery and carrots to him and go as a couple. (Caesar-salad… Get it?) Go dressed as Batman, and make my boyfriend go as Robin. (To show who was the boss, of course)

I liked those. But the one I ended up doing was both super easy, and super sexy to pull off, and still had the added hint of the power play that goes on behind the scenes with my boyfriend and me. It was actually suggested by one of my favorite people on Tumblr… @toricooperauthor. If you haven’t checked out her blog, do it now. Seriously, this post will be here when you get back. Go follow her, she is amazing. Every time we talk, she has some awesome idea for me to try…

Back yet? Ok, cool…

So, while I was in Hawaii, two days before I left to come back, I texted my boyfriend, and told him I knew what I wanted to do for the Halloween party costumes, but that I needed him to go get a couple of things for both of us, because I wouldn’t really have time. I gave him a list: a visor for me, a pair of workout wristbands, a workout headband, and as plain or boring sweater vest for him that he could find. He asked me what he heck kind of costume I wanted to make, and I told him it would be a surprise…

Oh my goodness, that flight is long. It was something like 10 hours of travel time, including layovers, and I have a really hard time sleeping on planes, so I got next to no sleep, and by the time I got home, I had been up for almost 36 hours straight. Suck. So I was exhausted, but my bf is sweet, and picked me up at the airport and took me home. He told me that he got everything that I had asked for, but he still didn’t know what I was planning. I told him to trust me, and took a nap for 2 hours, just so I wasn’t completely exhausted for the party.

Quick side note here… Thank God that Halloween was on a Friday night this year. If it was a mid-week holiday, there was no way I was going to go out after that trip.

So, about 4pm, my bf wakes me up and says “Court, do you want to go to Karissa’s party or just sleep? Either is fine with me”. (By he way… same Karissa from my birthday story a while back). I assured him that I was good to go, and popped up, and told him to wait 15 min while I got dressed, and then we would go over to his place for his costume. I put a pair of tennis shoes, white socks, a pleated white skirt, a white tank top and a black sports bra, put my hair in a ponytail and put on the visor and wrist bands. Then I went down to my closet where I keep all my random crap (snowboard too) and got out a tennis racket and a couple of tennis balls. And wa-la! Tennis Pro Courtney! It was super easy, a little flirty, and still totally socially acceptable. When my bf saw it, he was like “oh, ok, I get it. I’m cool with that… I had a little surprise for him though…

When we got to his place, I told him I wanted him to wear something along the same lines, but a bit more ridiculous. I told him I wanted him to wear knee high socks with his costume, and the shortest shorts he could find. Then I made him put on a white polo shirt, and this blue and tan sweater vest over the top of it. I had him put on the sweatband on his head too, and that was pretty much it, he was done… He asked me if I forgot a tennis racket for him, but I said no, he didn’t need one… He was my ball boy - and I dropped a tennis ball in front of him while looking right at him. He looked at me a little funny, but then I did the little “Ahem!” thing, and pointed to the ball, and he got the picture. He grinned and sheepishly picked it up and handed it back to me. I just said “all night long, understand? Every time that happens, you better come running” And he smiled. He knew the deal…

Karissa’s party was awesome. She and a couple other girls share a big house, and it is a good party house because it is open, and has a big outdoor space with an awning over it so you can be outside, but still be covered if it is rainy or whatever. It’s pretty cool. Anyway, by the time we got there, there were like 20 other friends/acquaintances of ours there already. Some cool costumes, some stupid ones, some that didn’t even try. I couldn’t criticize anybody though, because mine was pretty simple too. I told people that I took the easy way out because I had just gotten back from Hawaii, and that usually sufficed to change the conversation away from my relatively uninspired costume effort. However, I would randomly “drop” a tennis ball during every other conversation or so, and my boyfriend would rush in, pick it up, hand it back to me and rush out whenever it happened. It made most of my friends laugh a few times… Here was Courtney and her boyfriend, being all cutesy in couples costumes… Right? I felt a little sneaky… A little devious. All those people just thought he was my ball boy, but he and I both knew what was really going on… After I had a few drinks, I stopped calling him “my ball boy”. And started calling him “my ball bitch” in front of my friends. They still laughed. He blushed a little… I wonder why?

At about 8 or 8:30, I decided I was feeling frisky enough, so I sorta cornered my boyfriend alone for a minute, and asked him how he liked being my little ball bitch? He told me he liked it, and I asked him if he wanted me to take it further. He asked what I had in mind, and I told him I could text Brandon and invite him over… After all, I hadn’t seen him in over a week, and I was getting a little… antsy again. After a little bit of whispering in his ear for convincing, and a little bit of light petting… He finally agreed. I said “thanks babe”, and pulled out my phone to text Brandon.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was just drinking beer and watching basketball on TV. I told him that I was home from Hawaii, and that I was at a Halloween party with my bf, but that it was really boring, and my bf was probably drunk already, and I may have mentioned how I hadn’t seen him in a long time… Hint, hint… His first reaction was to say that he didn’t have a Halloween costume, but when I assured him that a fair number of people at the party didn’t have one either, he agreed. I texted him the address, and he said he would be over in about a half hour. I immediately went back to the back hard and found my boyfriend to tell him what was up. I told him “remember, you are already pretty drunk -but I might be a little tipsy too, and you know how I get a little handsy when I get tipsy”. And he said that he would do his best, he was just nervous about seeing Brandon again… I could understand that. I’m sure it’s a pretty awkward position to be in… But… Too late now!

Brandon showed up about 20 min later. He did go through some effort… He put on some kind of Tshirt with a skull on it. Better than nothing I guess. He knows Karissa, but hadn’t ever been to her house, so it wasn’t like he was crashing the party or anything. He said his hellos, played it cool, and walked around the party a few times. I was talking to a couple friends, and he was right over one of my friends left shoulder, in another group of guys talking, but I knew he was looking at me… I could feel it. I wasn’t even really listening to the girls I was standing with, because I was concentrating on Brandon… I dropped a tennis ball “Oops! Ball Bitch?!?” He came running, the girls laughed… Haha, funny little Courtney and her cute ball boy boyfriend… How innocent…

In the garage, Karissa and her roommates had set up a beer pong table. If you don’t know what beer pong is, google it. It is called different things in different places, but essentially you have two teams and you try to throw a ping pong bottle into cups of beer to make the other team drink… Simple enough, right? Well, I saw this, and decided that I wanted to play. The way we play, you need a partner, who stands next to you, and he competition is on the other side… So I had an idea… I went up to my bf, and told him to go get a beer, and go the the garage, but be really drunk, and to tell me no when I asked him to be my partner.

I went back to the garage, and here were probably 10 or 15 people there watching, and 4 people playing. Just like I has suspected, Brandon followed me out there soon after. The game continued until here was just one cup left for one team, at which point, I called e next game… No arguments from the crowd… I just needed a partner. I asked my drunk boyfriend who was leaning up against the garage door with half open eyes and a beer in each hand (nice touch!). But he told me no! (The nerve!). I needed to find a partner quick, so I went up and asked Brandon… “What do you think? Want to play?” He said “won’t he be pissed?” And nodded at my boyfriend. I said “he doesn’t even know where he is right now”. And after he looked at my bf another time or two, he agreed to be my partner. Perfect.

In beer pong, you take turns, one team shoots, then the other… The more you drink, the worse you get, for obvious reasons. Brandon and I did alright our first game. We actually beat the team that had won the game before that. So we stayed at the table, and two guys were up next for the following game. That’s when I “really started to feel it”. Or so I told Brandon. My shots “accidentally” got farther and farther away from the cups, until one time… Oops! I missed the table all together! My ping pong ball went rolling around the garage floor. “Ball Bitch?!?” (His role want just for tennis balls, right?). He got up, and stumbled around remarkably well (maybe he was actually drunk by now?). And as he chased the ball, everybody in he garage laughed… What a cute little innocent couples costume…

I took the opportunity with everybody distracted by my gentleman of a boyfriend to arch my back, and grind my ass right into The front of Brandon’s pants. I wasn’t subtle. He got the hint. A few turns later… “Ball bitch?!?” More laughter, and this time his hand went up my skirt and grabbed my ass… Yup, this was happening…

We lost the beer pong game. I didn’t care. I told Brandon I would be back in a minute, and I took my boyfriend by he arm and led him into the house, and into a corner again… I’m sure everybody at the party saw how drunk he was, and was assuming that I was telling him to stop drinking or something… Little did they know. I told him about Brandon feeling my ass while everybody was distracted. I told him I missed on purpose the first time so I could make sure he knew I wanted it… It turned him on immediately. I asked him what he wanted me to do next, and he said “more”. And I said “no, that’s not going to cut it ball bitch, I want to hear you say it”. And after a moment or two of resistance, he said “fuck him”. And I said “say it, all of it, I want to hear you say what you want your girlfriend to do”. There was a bit of a muffled moan, and he said “Courtney, please fuck him tonight”. I said, “are you sure? You haven’t seen me in a week either… Is that really what you want?” And he nodded, without saying anything. I said “good, get a ride home, I’ll see you in the morning”. And turned around and left him in the corner and went back to the garage.

Brandon was still there. We made eye contact. As soon as he saw me he came over to me again. I told him that [bf] was drunk out of his mind! and had no idea what was happening. We waited around for a bit… Talked to a few people… I tried to hide the fact that I was so turned on from all my friends who were there… We lasted about 15 minutes. When we went inside, my bf was gone. Brandon followed me out front. I didn’t say anything, but my bf’s car was gone. He probably just drove home. “Your house or mine?” I asked him, and we both got in his car. He drove to his house. On the way he mentioned that my boyfriend had to be a complete fucking idiot to get that drunk when his girlfriend looked like I did on Halloween night. (That’s a compliment, right?). I told him I knew, and that I was super pissed about that, and that was why I was going home with him… He liked that.

His roommate was home. The same one that let me in when I went for the evening jog. He saw us when we walked in the door. I didn’t care. We went straight to Brandon’s room and I was on all fours on his bed in about 4 seconds. He didn’t even bother with the tank top, sports bra or skirt, just yanked off my underwear and dropped his pants. It was fucking hot. I told him I wanted it bad. I told him I wanted it to be hard. I told him that a 9 day trip to Hawaii was too long to go without ass. I moaned a little when he called me a little slut and pulled my hair. I came. Lots.

In all the times I’ve been with Brandon, it has been a matter of an hour or two. Except for the quickie for 15 min on the night of the jog, and the long marathon that was my birthday. It was always sex. Just sex, and then leaving. I didn’t do that last night. We fucked 3 times last night. Then I was so exhausted, both from the sex and the travel before, that in couldn’t stand it. I slept there, naked, with him. Then we went at it twice more in the morning for good measure before I walked home. Yup. Did the walk of shame… So sue me. I liked it. So did my ball bitch when I told him about it this afternoon. It made him cum without me even touching him…

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had fun. I know I sure did.

…just give her time…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

…anticipation…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.