A Joke Blowjob That Starts With A Prayer
When Kitty gets down on her knees during Karaoke, things go fucking bananas
Here’s another of my test stories from over on Medium. This one feels way more like a QNY story than anything else, so I wanted to share it here as well.
Enjoy!
Sometimes a joke turns into a drooling blowjob surrounded by friends.
Let me back up. It didn’t start there. Or end there. But it did get there, and my head still spins when I remember it.
You’re missing out if you’ve never been in a private karaoke room. The joy of drunk singing with a group of friends without the prying eyes and ears of people you don’t know is fantastic. Throw in bottle service, and things get even more interesting.
But when you have a friend who can mimic that 80’s pop-star vibe as perfectly as Rachel can, things get even crazier.
We had been singing, dancing, and, most importantly, drinking for close to three hours when Rachel took the mic. Kitty and I were swaying and flirting, but we had kept things PG even though our friend group was known to let loose.
Things got silly when our old friend with an excellent voice started singing Like a Prayer. Kitty and I moved from swaying to dancing, but each time the chorus came around, we grew closer and closer to finding our religion.
In fact, close to halfway through, Kitty was on her knees, pretending to suck my cock while our friends laughed. I grabbed her hair and pretended to thrust into her open mouth, and someone said, “oh my.”
Wouldn’t it be hilarious if I unzipped your jeans? And wouldn’t they all laugh if I pulled out your cock? It’s like a prayer!
And then Kitty was sucking my cock while Rachel sang, and our friends cheered.
When Sarah joined her on her knees, Kitty was happy to share. And when Sarah started sucking my cock, too, Tyson, her boyfriend, needed some prayers. Within seconds we had gone from a rocking-good time in the karaoke room to a fun little swap where my girlfriend was sucking my old friend’s cock while his did the same to me.
People started kissing around us, and before we knew it, the room smelled as much like sex as it did liquor. When I turned to kiss Jacqueline, it took me a minute to realize that someone was fucking her from behind with her dress perched on the small of her back.
Before we got thrown out, things escalated quickly. I had my fingers in Sarah’s panties as she moaned into my ear, and somehow Tyson had Kitty on his lap, her skirt raised and his thick cock inside her. She shrugged at me while I kept kissing, fingering, and getting my cock sucked in the fragrant room.
Just when Sarah turned and begged me to fuck her, too, the door opened, someone yelled, and the waiter dropped a bottle of sake on the floor. We were outside two minutes later with a warning never to return and a bill much larger than we expected.
Back at Tyson’s apartment, the mood slowed like honey in winter. We collapsed onto his bed and couch with a tenderness that belied our earlier drunken antics. And as I fucked Sarah nice and slowly while all around us, our friends did the same; I wondered for a brief moment if Madona would be proud of us.
When Kitty got up to mix drinks for the small group of old friends, I followed her to the kitchen and kissed her hard. I lifted her onto the counter, kissed her again, and then pressed my forehead to hers.
“You love me?” she asked as I teased her with my surprising hard-on. She wiggled lower on the counter as laughter flowed from the back room.
“Do you think I’m annoying?” I asked, pushing gently inside her.
“Am I totally gross?” she asked, clenching around me and wrapping me up in her arms.
“Did you pray for hot group sex?”
We laughed into our kisses and fucked slowly. It was nearly three am, but for some reason, time was no longer real. Her body was both familiar and brand new as we enveloped each other.
“I like fucking you the most,” she whispered.
“You’re all mine,” I said as I started to come. She followed right beside me, and for a moment, my words were true. Her mind, her heart, and her body all belonged to me, and no matter what anyone else wanted or thought, that wouldn’t change.
For weeks, someone would inevitably suggest karaoke whenever we sat down for brunch or a round of drinks after work.
But all of us know that some prayers are only answered once.