I love that there is actually a holiday where it’s expected required that you get drunk and stick your tongue down the throat of everyone in the room. And as an added bonus, your employer is courteous enough to give you the day off afterward to recuperate. How fabulous is that?

This New Year’s Eve, I received so many invitations that it was difficult to pick just one. I learned years ago that I’m only capable of making it to one bash each year’s end. I’m either too wasted or too naked to skip from party to party, so I took my time weighing the options, and ultimately decided to ring in the New Year with my friends Paul and Edward. Paul is a semi-celebrity, being the head chef at the hottest new “be-seen-at” restaurant, and his partner, Eddie, is a set designer for one of the theaters in town.

Their parties are always lavish and over the top, which isn’t exactly what swayed my vote. The latest production that Eddie worked on was “Pride and Prejudice,” and I heard that the actor who played Mr. Darcy, who was most yummy, was on the list of attendees. I’m not one to let such an opportunity slip through my fingers.

I went for chic sophisticate and wore tuxedo pants with a black silk halter top and strappy high healed sandals. I sipped a martini as I worked the room, stopping to talk with those I knew, introduced myself to those I didn’t, and kept one eye on the door. He walked in with his entourage with only thirty minutes to spare until the big moment.

It didn’t take long to separate him from his friends. Actor’s egos are their worst enemy, and with only the tiniest bit of stroking, I had him alone on the balcony with his cock in my hands. Kneeling before him, I rubbed my cheek along his impressive length. I maintained eye contact as I bathed him with my tongue from base to tip over and over, like a little girl with a lollipop.

I slipped just his head inside my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue caressing along the sensitive underside. Applying pressure with my lips, I pushed down as far as I could before easing back up for another tongue swirl. With each downward stroke I took him deeper and deeper into my greedy little mouth.

He was so large I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take him completely inside me, but in the end I wasn’t given a choice. He fisted his hands into my hair, and forced his cock all the way down my throat hitting my gag reflex. It must have been a turn on for him; he began to frantically fuck my mouth, moaning each time I gagged. I caught his rhythm, opening my jaw as he drove into me and sucking as he withdrew. Faster and faster he pumped his cock into my eager mouth.

I could feel his thighs clench as he came. His cock buried inside my mouth, my lips pressed against his balls as he unloaded inside me, my throat convulsing to drink him down.

When his hands relaxed against my hair, I sat back and helped him tuck back into his pants. We could just hear the start of the countdown from inside the condo. We made it inside for the final few seconds and the obligatory kissing.

I wonder how many of those I kissed could taste the sex on my lips?