A DJ makes sweet music with a horny wedding guest.

Having once been a radio disc jockey, my second career as wedding DJ comes naturally to me. What doesn’t come naturally, however, is resisting the advances of intoxicated bridesmaids just itching to get out of those frilly dresses. But I figured out three years ago when I first started this job that alcohol, bridesmaids and sex made for an awkward combination come morning. After that, um, learning experience, I’ve avoided that grouping at all costs.

I should have known better from the start. The bridesmaids are by definition close in their relationships with the bride, and friends talk. The last thing I want professionally is a reputation as “great with the music as long as you don’t mind your friends defiled afterward.” Now there’s a killer reference. But guests going solo are another story.

As wedding receptions go, the one I worked last week was relatively small — only about 75 people in a large but cozy conference room in a hotel. The newlyweds were in their late 30s — a second marriage for both of them. The age of the bridesmaids corresponded with the wedding couple, which made me breathe a sigh of relief because there was a good chance they were already coupled up. Married women with husbands and children in the crowd weren’t very likely to go after the 27-year-old DJ, no matter how attractive he was considered.

After I’d introduced the bridal party, I played some easy-listening music during the sit-down dinner. When the meal was over and the dishes were being cleared, I began playing the mixture of oldies and contemporary tunes that had made my work so popular. It wasn’t until I played the first slow song, however, that I noticed one single guest sitting by herself.

While most of the crowd was dancing, this woman was alone at a table. She was stunning in her short burgundy dress. Her black tresses were twisted into a knot at the nape of her neck. The darkness of her hair made the creamy paleness of her skin seem more intense, and the rich color of her dress made the swells of her breasts above the material stand out even more. Her deep red gloss made her full lips startlingly notable on her already striking face. I couldn’t help but imagine that lipstick smeared on my cock as she slid her mouth up and down my shaft. My dick immediately swelled at that untoward thought. Since I was working, I did my best to push those mental images away, but to no avail.

I’m not one to brag, but with my thick, wavy hair, strong chin and well-developed build, I’m usually fighting off the attention of the ladies, not mooning over them. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off this woman, yet she appeared oblivious to the fact that I existed, even though I was the one on the microphone. She had angled her chair in my direction, so she could see the dance floor more easily. Or so it seemed.

As she watched the couples move to the beat, she sipped her mixed drink and swayed slightly to the music. When the song ended, my dick was so hard I just about forgot to start another track. Thank goodness for computers and being able to cue up a song with the simple press of a key. In the days of actually jockeying discs I would have never recovered in time.

My hasty selection was a long dance mix of a popular ’80s song. Part of me hoped the beautiful mystery woman would dance so I could witness those luscious breasts bob. Another part prayed she’d stay put, so I wouldn’t have to endure the torture of watching that beautiful body in motion. As the younger members of the crowd rose to dance to the familiar tune, she stayed seated. But by that point, my dick had begun to ache, and the fact that she sat there for the next three songs with her shapely bare legs crossed, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, gave no relief to my state of arousal.

Even though I was almost completely distracted, I managed to notice most of the guests had consumed enough alcohol that I could play the “Electric Slide.” It was a rare individual who didn’t dance to that tune, especially when booze was involved. But as the song started, and the rest of the crowd flocked to the floor, my mystery lady remained seated. I would have been disappointed had this not given me the opportunity to study her without being noticed. And study her I did — especially when she uncrossed and crossed her legs.

She was close enough and did the action slowly enough that I couldn’t help noticing there was nothing under that burgundy dress — nothing except a shaved pussy. If my dick was aching before, it was positively screaming now. And though the room was filled with talking and laughter, I was oblivious to everything except her.

She stood and turned her chair so its back was to the dance floor, and with the slightest of glances in my direction, she sat down. I had a view of her profile — one high cheekbone, one full breast, one slim thigh — but I knew exactly what she was doing when she uncrossed her legs and slid a hand down her chest, over her dress and let it rest on her knee. She licked her lips as she slid that hand between her legs, and her lips parted in what looked like a sigh when her hand had obviously reached its destination.

I glanced around. Almost everyone was on the dance floor, and those who weren’t sat watching the slightly inebriated trying to do the simple routine. The kitchen staff had long since cleared the tables. It was only us, and that knowledge had my cock pulsing furiously in my pants.

Her breasts rose and fell as her hand caressed the inside of her thigh, moved out of sight under her dress, then appeared again only to rise toward her glossy lips. I imagined those delicate digits were drenched in her sweet pussy juices. She licked each finger slowly, deliberately, and my breathing quickened.

I’d never wanted to eat a woman out more than I did at that moment.

With the slightest smile on her face, she turned her chair so her legs were entirely hidden beneath the table linens. Then she clasped her hands primly in front of her. It took me a moment to realize the song had ended, and I shuffled to find another before anyone noticed my distraction.

I cued up “YMCA,” another favorite that usually makes everyone get up and dance — but not my lady. She maintained her position while the guests continued to boogie on the floor. She watched the spectacle and laughed a little. I began to wonder if her earlier display had been for my benefit and if she’d already forgotten about me. But the throbbing in my pants must’ve caused my impatience because she briefly glanced my way once more, though she quickly turned her head back toward the guests.

At first, she seemed to only be playing with her earring. Then, her fingers inched lower, caressed her jaw and stroked her throat before tracing the low-cut scoop of her neckline. Anyone looking would have likely thought her flush might have been caused by the drink in front of her. But I knew better.

“She began riding me. Each motion brought me one step closer to the edge.”

The path of her fingers is exactly the one my mouth would have chosen, had it the chance. Her knuckles barely brushed her breast as her hand worked its way lower.

Now, that was something I’d have done differently. My lips would have been inclined to linger there — to tease her nipple. Bite, lick and suck until she screamed for mercy. But my wishful thinking was interrupted by her very real actions as her hand once again slid out of sight. I could only imagine what feats her fingers were performing under the table as she shifted in her seat. Luckily, I had an excellent imagination.

In my mind, her hand inched its way toward her naked slit. My heart pounded in time with the pulsing in my cock. I fantasized about her easing one, then two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself slowly. Sliding her fingers out and moving them around her swollen lips before finally reaching her clit. It was a vision of ecstasy.

I’d always prided myself on my staying power, so I was shocked when I damn near came in my pants. From a daydream during a gig, no less. And to top it off, the song had ended — who knows when — and guests were beginning to shoot me puzzled glances.

I spoke a few hasty, distracted words into the mic, then put on a slow number. When I looked up again, I was surprised to find the mystery lady walking toward me. I had no clue what to say to her. It turned out there was no need.

She held out her hand, offering me a scrap of paper. Then she leaned forward to say, “Play something sexy for me.”

After she’d stepped away, I looked at the note in my hand. Room 312, it read.

The remainder of the reception took an incredibly long time. After the party was finally over, and I’d loaded my equipment into my van, I began to have a few doubts. True, she wasn’t bridesmaid, and I’d only seen her sip one mixed drink the entire evening. And there was no ring on her finger. But even if my rock-hard dick wasn’t threatening to burst out of my pants, I couldn’t forget the fact that I didn’t even know this woman’s name.

I stood in the hotel parking lot debating what to do. But then I remembered her sweet tits nearly falling out of her dress, and suddenly names didn’t matter anymore.

I needed to taste that juicy cunt for myself, then slam my cock into her. I wanted to give my mystery lady the fuck of a lifetime.

All of my doubts disappeared, and I headed toward room 312, hoping it wasn’t too late.

When I reached her door, I knocked lightly. No answer, and as I poised to knock again, the door opened. The sight before me almost rendered me speechless. She’d changed from her burgundy dress into a long white silk robe. Her black hair fell in thick waves over the pale material, and the tips of her ripe tits were clearly visible through the semi-sheer garment.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said.

Oh, I’m going to come, all right, I thought as I stepped toward her. And so would she. Numerous times.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues sometimes dancing, sometimes battling. I slid my hands along her silk-clad sides, feeling the give of her creamy flesh through the fine fabric. I reached for her tits and ran my palms over her nipples. When she sighed lightly into my mouth, I squeezed her hard nips between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned, and as if her knees couldn’t support her, she collapsed against my chest. I embraced her, but I needed to feel her hot flesh, to taste her skin. I slid my hand into the slit in the front of her robe, immensely enjoying the little moans she released. Then I had one of her tits in my hand, and she whimpered. It was so sweet to finally be the one in control, after she’d frozen me with her little show at the reception.

“You know,” I said at her ear as I kneaded her breast, “I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me down there.”

“What did I do?” she managed to whisper. I could hear the humor in her voice, as she tried to feign innocence.

“You almost made me come in my pants.”

“I can do one better than that, now that we have some privacy.”

Her hand snaked down my chest and squeezed my hard cock. I nearly lost it right there, but I managed to hold on.

I grabbed her hands and pinned her slim wrists behind her, holding them fast.

“Ladies first,” I whispered.

“I grabbed her hips and drove upward, jamming my dick deeper inside her.”

Letting go of her hands, I parted her robe to completely bare her beautiful tits. They were perfect — full and firm, topped with large dusky nipples. I licked circles around one areola before I finally captured a pebbled nub between my teeth and bit it lightly. She moaned and ground her hips against me. I gave ample attention to that nipple, biting and sucking until she was a writhing and sighing mess. I gave the same attention to the other tit before I led her to the king-size bed. After I slid the robe from her shoulders and saw her entirely nude, I was amazed to find her pussy wasn’t shaved as clean as I’d thought. It was instead dusted with blonde hair. I looked at the black waves falling over her shoulders, and she smiled.

“Black dye. I like the shock effect when guys see the real thing.”

I liked it, too, and to show her how much, I pushed her down on the bed and got between her legs. I kissed up and down her thighs, reveling in her musky scent. My cock twitched in my pants. I was dying to get inside her, but first I needed to taste her. I licked her nether lips and pulled each between my teeth in turn before I lapped at her slit. Before long, her juices were really flowing, and she thrust against my face wildly.

“Please,” she begged.

I responded by flicking her engorged nub lightly with my tongue, and she cried out, thrusting her cunt toward my face. I continued my assault on her clit until she began panting a string of obscenities.

With one loud, “fuck,” she came apart at the seams. Her cunt quivered, and her entire body trembled. Her pussy was absolutely drenched with her nectar, and I was the happiest man in the world. But I still wanted more.

As soon as her breathing returned to normal, she rose from the bed and pushed me down, making me take her place. She began undressing me, but when I tried to help, she slapped my hand away.

“I like unwrapping my own presents, thank you very much.”

I was happy to comply with her wishes and allowed her to start pulling down my pants and briefs, which let my huge dick spring free.

The look on her face was priceless when she took in the sight of my girth. It was probably something like the look on my face when I discovered her true hair color.

My pants were still around my knees when she bent down and took my cock between her parted lips. I was about to protest; I wanted so badly to fuck her. But her warm, wet mouth felt so good. She was a master cocksucker. She took my dick deep into her throat a few times, before pulling her mouth away and licking up and down the sides of my shaft. It felt amazing, but she was holding back. It was obvious she didn’t want me to come like that either. She needed to fuck. 

After yanking off my pants entirely, she spread my legs and gently tongued my nutsac. She even inched her way lower and licked the bridge of flesh between my balls and asshole. I moaned and felt her chuckle as her tongue reached my tight pucker.

“Oh, yeah,” I groaned when the tip of her tongue tickled my backdoor.

My dick was pulsing impatiently. She slid her supple body atop mine and smiled as she held my dick at her entrance. She was hovering over me, her body so close I could almost feel the heat from her cunt.

“Is this the moment you’ve been waiting for?” she asked. “Your hard cock about to slide into my hot, wet pussy?”

I nodded, so aroused I couldn’t speak, and watched her impale herself on my dick. She felt incredible — a tight, made-to-fit sheath. Then she began riding me, moving slowly at first. Each motion brought me one step closer to the edge. She appeared to be watching my face, studying me and altering her pace based on my expression and reactions.

When I let out a deep, guttural moan, she began riding me more vigorously. Her hair fell in front of her face, the silky black curtain hiding her features. I grabbed her fleshy hips and drove my body upward, jamming my dick deeper inside her. Our bodies collided repeatedly in a perfect rhythm as we enjoyed our private erotic dance.

“When I could hold back no longer, I emptied my come into her cunt.”

Finally, when I could hold back no longer, I let go and emptied my come into her quivering cunt. It felt like the most intense orgasm of my life and left me feeling spent but satisfied. We collapsed together on the bed.

After a short rest, she poured us drinks from the mini-bar and we kept the conversation light and general. I still didn’t get her name. And after fucking again — this time slowly and intimately — we fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning a little worried about what would happen after our dalliance. This woman could have been the bride’s sister for all I knew, but my worries were in vain. As I was dressing to leave, she pulled my business card from the night table. She smiled as she said, “I hope you don’t mind, Kevin, but I got your card from the groom. He’s my boss. I’m planning a party and asked him about his wedding DJ. I’m Stephanie, by the way.”

She reached out her hand, and I kissed it.

“Very, very nice to meet you Stephanie.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” she said softly.

“Well, not all yours.”

She waved my card and said, “I enjoyed your work. I’ll call you soon.”

On my way out the door, I replied, “Baby, you can call me anytime.”

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