Dale’s lavish, over-the-top website launch party was rumored to be an event to remember. My memories of that night are still a little cloudy but, from what I’ve been able to piece together, it was most definitely the party of the year . . . especially for me.

I woke up Sunday morning with a headache from hell – the first sign that I’d really lived it up the night before. The second sign? I was completely nude and sandwiched between two really hot, naked guys. And I was covered in dried cum. Literally covered. I stood from our makeshift bed on the floor and examined the men who’d slept on either side of me: they must’ve been in their mid-twenties, same as me, and they were built like Grecian gods. I thought to myself that the one on my left reminded me of Matthew McConaughey, and then it flashed in my mind that the stranger’s name actually was Matt, and that Matt and I had fucked ourselves silly the night before. I couldn’t remember how Matt and I ended up together on that floor, but I did remember the thrust of his long, hard cock as we did it doggy style. Oh, but there was more. There was other guy: “Long Dong Dan.” I giggled to myself as I recalled the nickname I’d given Dan and how he’d seemed to really like it. Sizing him up as he slept, it was easy to see why I’d given him such a name. His cock was a beauty: long and thick. I remembered how I’d eagerly sucked the cum out of it the night before, as Matt pounded my pussy from behind, and how we all glistened with cum when it was over. Just the thought of fucking and sucking Matt and Dan made me wet. I wished my memory wasn’t so spotty. I had the feeling that there was more, and that it was really good, but I’d obviously had way too much to drink because I was still disoriented and most of my memory of the night before was blacked out. I knew I had to get my stuff together and get out of . . . wherever it was I was at. I was expected to be at Abercrombie for work that afternoon and had to clean myself up.

Taking a moment to step back and size up the situation, I realized I was in a sprawling mansion. I was standing on marble floors and surrounded by expensive, modern furniture. Contemporary art covered the interior walls. The exterior walls were solid glass, featuring an outdoor view of a veranda with a hot tub and an infinity pool. I was in rich-land. It was the world I’d always dreamed of living in. It occurred to me that I was still at Dale’s house. Dale was a very successful businessman in the San Fernando Valley. His newest venture was some kind of iPad application that was sure to revolutionize the industry and he’d made it a point to make its launch party the talk of the town.

I knew that my friend Missy, from work, had gotten me into the party. Missy and I were both trying to make it in the modeling scene and she had a friend of a friend – an industry connection – who arranged invites for us. It was an exciting chance to be seen by a who’s-who of California big-shots. But, where was Missy? And had I been seen? Had I even met Dale? I couldn’t remember.
The doors leading out to the veranda were wide open. Being careful not to wake up the guys, I tip-toed toward the exit. As I rounded the giant half-moon shaped sectional, I almost tripped on yet another guy who was sprawled out on the floor right next to the couch. I didn’t know who he was . . . but he did have a distinctive tattoo that I knew I somehow recognized, even if I couldn’t remember how. It was the image of an eagle, but with only one, large eye, and it covered most of his left upper chest. This mystery man was shirtless but had a pair of jeans on, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. It’s not that he was nearly as attractive as Matt and Dan. There was just something about him that I couldn’t place. I wondered if I’d fucked him, too.

Before I could put any more thought into it, I noticed two more men sleeping on the sofa: Richard and Dave. I remembered their names as soon as I saw them. Even more, it didn’t take more than a few minutes to remember exactly what Richard, Dave and I had done the night before. It started when they led me to the couch. I was already naked, somehow, and my pussy was wet and dripping with cum. It was Richard who asked if I was comfortable with double-penetration. And, boy was I ever. I couldn’t get enough dick – I wanted to be stuffed full of it. Richard was an athletic blond with a long, slender penis that taunted me as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. Dave, a shy Latin hottie, approached me from behind and began to gently stroke my throbbing clit as I sat on my knees, legs spread wide apart, facing Richard and taking his meat deep into my throat. Dave rubbed my g-spot and fondled my clit until I gushed in spasms of pleasure. When I could no longer stay upright, I pushed Richard onto the couch so that I could lean over him to suck his cock and allow Dave to spread my ass open at the same time. Dave took my queue and really began to work his magic, prodding my hole with his tongue and the thumb of one hand and fingering my pussy with the other hand. I was in heaven, and Richard was reaping the benefit. I sucked his cock like I was starving, until he came explosively. I gladly took the cumshot to my face, then licked the remainder from his still-erect penis and prepared to mount him.

The red leather sectional was deep enough to allow for Richard to lounge back while I straddled him, sliding his dick into my pussy and pushing my rear out in anxious anticipation of Dave’s throbbing brown cock. Richard’s long, lean sausage rubbed my cunt just the right way as I rocked back a forth, allowing Dave to prepare me for an anal treat. When Dave slid his dick in I immediately experienced spasms of ecstasy, which continued to mount as both men pumped into me. They prodded deeper and deeper as we all grew more and more excited, the sweat of our bodies causing friction as we rubbed against each other in unison. It was so good, I remembered calling out, “Oh God! Oh God! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” as we came together in one massive eruption, cum shooting everywhere. When it was over, we fell out separately on the couch.

As I reminisced over the last part of my delightful encounter with Richard and Dave, I remembered seeing Matt and Dan watching from the far corner of the room. They must’ve heard me wailing and were waiting for their turn. It occurred to me that I left Richard and Dave sleeping on the couch when Matt and Dan propositioned me to join them on the floor, and that’s how I ended up there the next morning. It was a relief to finally be able to put a lot of the story together, but I still didn’t remember what, exactly, had happened at the party . . . or how I’d gotten so fucked up.

I wandered the vast living room looking for my clothes, but couldn’t find them anywhere. Then I noticed a doorway leading into what appeared to be a bedroom suite. I had to step over the tattooed mystery man to get there, because he was sprawled out on the threshold between the couch and the bedroom entrance. The bedroom was huge and luxurious and completely decked-out in all the latest technology. The California king-sized bed had obviously been slept in – or much, much more. The silk sheets were strewn across the floor and there were pillows everywhere, and there, in a tight wad in one corner of the bed, were my clothes. I couldn’t remember how they’d gotten there, and I didn’t remember the bedroom. But I guessed it all had something to do with the unidentified man sleeping right outside the door.

I didn’t have any more time to waste. I was already on probation at Abercrombie and couldn’t be late. As I scrambled to get my clothes on, cum streamed out of my pussy and down my leg. That surprised me because, from what I remembered, the four guys I’d fucked the night before had cum all over me, but not inside of me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t recollect much else from the rest of the night. Were there more men? What had I done that I wasn’t remembering? Or, rather, who had I done?

My cell phone rang as soon as I closed my car door. It was Missy: “Hey, Nicole! What the fuck happened last night?! I hated to leave you like that, but I knew you were in good hands.”

“Why don’t you tell me?” I joked, “I’m having a hard time remembering much . . . except for . . . well . . .”

Without skipping a beat, Missy squealed, “So you DID do it?! Omigod, you have to tell me what he was like in bed! I’m so jealous! That’s some prime cock, Nicole!”

I’d had some prime cock, alright, but I couldn’t be sure Missy was talking about the same cock. I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn’t remember how many guys I’d fucked the night before, so I played along: “Yeah, it was great. Night of my life, really. I don’t think I’ll ever forget . . . “

As I drove home to get ready, I couldn’t get the tattooed man out of my mind. I didn’t understand why, but I felt compelled to find out more about him, as if he and I had shared something special that I just couldn’t remember, and it was driving me crazy.

The four-hour shift at Abercrombie felt like a prison sentence to me. I was so tired and I couldn’t stop obsessing over the night before. I did get several pieces of the puzzle as the night wore on, in the form of erotic flashbacks. Although I couldn’t say who my mystery man was, I knew enough about our time together to know that it was worth finding out more: My memories of him involved me waking up in the silky-sheets of a California king-sized bed. The party was clearly over because the house was silent, and I was fully clothed. I rolled over, confused, to find him lying next to me, eyeing me with a grin on his face. “Hey sexy,” he said, “Feeling better now? You weren’t looking so good for a while there. I guess someone slipped something in your drink – something pretty strong. I hope you don’t mind that I put you to bed. Sorry you missed the party.”
I was thrown off by the man’s tenderness. And, frankly, I was shocked that he hadn’t taken advantage of me. Still feeling disoriented, I searched his face for a greater understanding of the situation. He had a warm smile and an intelligent, decisive look in his eyes. I was overcome with the desire to fuck him and immediately began to undress. I slid my hand down into the warmth between his legs and was delighted to find that he was rock hard and ready to go.

“You don’t have to do that,” he assured me. But I convinced him that I wanted to by slipping underneath the sheets and taking his lovely cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his strong, eager dick until he moaned uncontrollably with pleasure. Then he pulled me up toward him so we were eye-to-eye, silently begging me to take his penis into my hot and wet pussy. He was hungry for me, I could feel it. He watched me in awe as I worked his dick with my cunt. He made me feel like a goddess, and I gladly rode him until we creamed simultaneously. The orgasm was amazing, sending waves of electricity down all my extremities. I remembered that he fell asleep afterward, and that I laid with him for a while until, apparently still pretty fucked up, I decided to wander out of the bedroom.

I knew tattoo-guy must’ve stumbled into the living room sometime after I’d passed out on the floor with Matt and Dan. I couldn’t bear to imagine what he thought of me after seeing me like that, and I didn’t have the nerve to ask Missy if she knew anything about some random guy I fucked at the party, so I decided just to let it go and chalk it up to another crazy night.

Weeks went by and the infamous gangbang party began to fade like a dream. Although I couldn’t exactly get the mystery man out of my mind, I gave up on finding out who he was until, last Friday. A delivery man knocked on my apartment door, bearing an enormous bouquet of pink roses. There was a business card attached, and on it was a logo that had, by that time, been etched into my memory: it was the one-eyed eagle. On the back of the card was a message in bold, masculine handwriting: “Let’s try again. This time, just the two of us.” It was signed, “Dale.”