New Year, New Man - Part 1

Charlee was the sort of woman that turned heads. She was stunningly beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She seemed to exude a certain kind of magnetism that made everyone at least glance at her as she walked by. It was that magnetism that had drawn Andy to her a little more than a month ago, that had compelled him to ask her on a date despite her seeming out his league.

"You've outkicked your coverage," one friend noted after meeting Charlee. He wasn't wrong, but she seemed to like Andy - they'd already been on half a dozen dates and had sex twice - and as far as he could tell the relationship was going really well.

Charlee had scored an invite to a swanky New Year's Eve party and had invited Andy along. She'd bought a new dress that hugged her figure in all the right places and she looked dazzling from head to toe. Andy had bought a new suit for the occasion - perhaps an overspend, but he didn't care - and Charlee had complimented him on how good he'd looked when he picked her up at her apartment. She'd given him a fairly lengthy kiss, too, which he took as genuine proof that she liked how he looked.

The party was a glamorous affair held at the penthouse apartment - though this particular apartment was bigger than most homes - of a fabulously wealthy person, at least that's what Andy assumed. He had no idea who was hosting the party or why Charlee had been invited.

"Isn't this place incredible?" Charlee asked as they walked in. She had a bright smile on her face and her eyes seemed full of wonder. "Can you imagine being rich enough to own a place like this?"

Andy laughed. "I really can't."

She took his hand. "You do pretty well, you know. It might take a few decades, but you're smart enough that you could work your way into a position to earn this kind of money."

That struck Andy as impossible. He had a good job in finance, but the apartment they were standing in likely cost tens of millions of dollars. He had no interest in bursting Charlee's bubble, though. If she wanted to believe that he could earn that kind of money in a few decades he was more than happy to let her believe it.

"Let's get drinks," she said.

They walked hand-in-hand through the party and Andy noticed the many looks directed Charlee's way. That was the case anywhere they went, though. She was beautiful, confident, and more than happy to stand out in the crowd, which were qualities that always drew stares. Some were scornful - mostly from women - but most were appreciative.

A bartender came over right way - that usually happened for Charlee - and she ordered two glasses of champagne. It was complimentary, of course.

"Who owns this place?" Andy asked.

"I have no idea," she replied while they both stared out at the sea of people that filled the rather massive living area of the apartment.

"And you got an invite from a friend?"

Charlee nodded. "She's the personal assistant to someone that got invited. He had four tickets and couldn't go so he gave them to her. She and her boyfriend are here and she gave me the other two tickets."

"And you invited me?" Andy asked.

She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and let her lips linger for a few moments before saying, "I like you, Andy. You were the only person I thought of inviting and you're the only person I want to be kissing as midnight."

He turned his head and Charlee kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm and when she offered just a hint of tongue Andy felt his loins tingle. He'd only fucked her twice, but both times had been indescribably hot and that simple kiss was enough to trigger his blissful memories of the sex they'd had.

"I hope I can do more than kiss you tonight," he replied.

Charlee smiled. "You certainly can." She leaned in, softly kissed his neck, and whispered, "My pussy wants to be kissed, too, and you get the privilege of being the first man to fuck me in 2025."

Andy was aroused, of course, but referring to him as the first man to fuck her in 2025 brought with an unexpected wave of jealousy as it implied he wouldn’t be the last man to fuck her in 2025. He wondered if Charlee intended on fucking other men in the new year, if perhaps she already knew that their relationship would not stand the test of time.

"I can't wait," Andy said, pushing aside any thoughts of jealousy and choosing instead to concentrate on New Year's Eve.

The bartender delivered two glasses of champagne and Andy handed one to Charlee. They toasted to a great evening, sipped the obviously expensive bubbly, and then she pulled him in for a lingering, rather erotic kiss that left him half hard and desperate to drag her to a private bedroom so they could fuck.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked.

"More than you can imagine."

Charlee smiled. "Oh, I can imagine quite a lot. Perhaps you're wishing we could sneak away for a quickie. Perhaps you're wishing we weren't at this party at all. Perhaps you're wishing that we could celebrate the New Year with your beautiful dick buried deep in my pussy as I scream in pleasure while the ball drops."

"You're incredible." It was the only response that came to mind.

"I know."

"Charlee!" someone called out.

Her head whipped towards the voice and a beautiful blonde woman waved.

"That's my friend," she said.

The blonde rushed towards them and took Charlee into an embrace. Andy was introduced to her - Alicia was her name - and they exchanged pleasantries before Alicia took Charlee's hand and took her away while promising she'd return her in no time at all.

Andy knew better than to try and follow. He didn't want to come off as the clingy boyfriend, after all, as a woman as desirable as Charlee had no time for a clingy boyfriend. Instead, he remained at the bar and sipped his champagne while scanning the room to see if there was a single other person he knew.

Once he'd failed in that, Andy moved on to searching for someone that seemed approachable. Perhaps someone else that worked in finance, though most of his coworkers were overly competitive dicks that he had little interest in hanging out with.

"Hey there, stranger."

The voice was familiar. Andy turned his head to see his ex-girlfriend Rachel standing next to him. She wore a beautiful rose gold dress and her long, wavy, impossibly lustrous red hair was pulled to one side. She looked like the same approachably beautiful girl he’d dated for six months and he felt a pang of regret at having fucked up the relationship.

"Rachel, hey, how's it going?"

"It's good."

The bartender came over and Rachel ordered a martini. She checked if Andy wanted anything but he was only halfway through his champagne. He was surprised she'd even bothered talking to him, as their relationship hadn't ended on the friendliest of terms. Andy had gotten drunk one night and cheated on her - oral only - but she'd been quite right to be furious at him and all the shouting that she'd done was deserved, though at the time Andy was more than happy to do some shouting right back at her.

Rachel said nothing after ordering her drink and Andy found the silence deeply uncomfortable. So much so that he had to fill it.

"I'm sorry, again, for how our relationship ended. You deserved a lot better."

"Yes, I did," she replied. "Though it could have been worse. You could have not told me. You could have continued cheating on me for months before telling me. In hindsight, the fact that you fucked up and immediately confessed it makes you a better guy than many I've dated."

Her words felt unexpected kind and Andy smiled. "Well, I still feel bad."

"You should."

Andy was ready to extricate himself from the conversation when Rachel let out a laugh.

"Sorry. That was bitchy. You shouldn't feel bad. We obviously weren't right for each other. We had a good time, but it's not like we were soulmates and things got fucked up because you let someone suck your dick."

Her drink arrived and Andy raised his glass, "A toast to not holding on to anger?"

Rachel raised her glass and they both took a long sip.

"So, the girl you came with...are you dating her?"

Andy nodded. "For a month now. How about you? Did you come with a date?"

Rachel shook her head. "Believe it or not, I'm working. Sort of. This party is filled with power players. Apparently they conduct business. My boss made me come just in case he needs me for something, though I can't say I'm disappointed. I had nowhere else to be and this party is way better than sitting alone in my apartment or going to some party filled with my coupled up friends who are all going to kiss at midnight while I stand alone in the corner."

"Did you get a new job?"

She nodded. "The guy I work for is in real estate. All kinds of huge deals. The sort that involve pay offs to grease the wheels. The sort that sometimes involve threats. I'm not close to any of that stuff, though, and the pay is twice what I was making before. Plus, I get to go to parties like this, so it's really pretty good."

"Well, congrats, then."

"How, if I may ask, did you land the girl you're with?"

Andy saw no sense of jealousy on Rachel's face, though he wouldn't have been surprised if it appeared. Rachel was beautiful, but Charlee was in another league.

"Pure luck, I guess. I saw her and I asked her out. I was kind of surprised when she said yes, but I think she likes me. She invited me to the party."

Rachel studied his face for a few seconds and then smiled. "You really like her, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Have you fucked her yet?"

Andy nearly choked on his champagne. Instead, he broke into a minor coughing fit as a bit of the bubbly liquid spilled out of the sides of his mouth. Rachel was not the kind of girl that asked questions like that, thus his surprise.

"Sorry," she said. "That was probably inappropriate. I couldn't help myself, though. This is my second drink of the night, after all."

"Yes, we've had sex."

"And you're still together?"

"Yes."

She sipped her martini and smiled in a manner that Andy found oddly off putting. "I'm surprised."

"What? Why?"

"Well, you're not especially good in bed, Andy. You have a nice dick but you don't use it all that well. You're...I don't know, passable, I guess, and you're a good guy so I think most of the girls you've dated are willing to overlook the fact that you're not that good in bed, but that girl you're dating doesn’t have to compromise. She could have any man - or woman, I suppose - she wanted, so why the fuck would she want a guy that can't offer much in bed?"

Andy was stunned. It was like Rachel had slapped him across the face and then poured her drink over his head. She hadn't uttered a word of complaint about his sexual prowess when they'd dated, which was the only reason he didn't entirely buy into her sudden criticisms.

"Rachel, what the fuck?" he asked.

She moved closer until the soft fabric of her dress brushed against his arm. He looked down and noted that her breast was inches away from touching him and for some reason he found it exciting.

"You're average in bed, Andy," she said. "Maybe a little bit below average. You're nowhere near above average and I'll bet that you've never even sniffed being great in bed. Not once in your life. I'll bet you've never been anywhere near the best a woman you've been with has ever had. That certainly wasn't the case with me."

She was being awful, and yet Andy couldn't walk away.

"Who's the best you've ever had?"

Rachel seemed surprised by the question, so much so that she leaned back. Then her lips curled into a smile and she leaned close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck as she said, "The guy I dated before you. His name was Spencer. He had the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. He used it better than any man has ever used his cock in me. He fucked me with strength and confidence. He fucked me like he was in charge, like he was fully confident he was going to see to both of our sexual needs, and he always did, Andy."

For reasons beyond his understanding, Andy felt a little bit turned on. He reasoned that it was because Charlee had gotten him all worked up with her kissing and dirty talk and now Rachel was so close to him that he couldn't help but get a bit excited despite what she was saying.

"I fucked Spencer the day you confessed your little oral misadventure," she continued. "I texted him right after I kicked you out of my apartment."

Despite the venom in her voice, Andy's arousal hadn't abated.

"I sucked his dick before I fucked him, though. I loved sucking his dick. I loved being on my knees for him in a way I never - not once - enjoyed being on my knees for you, Andy. I know most guys complain that their girlfriends don't give them enough blowjobs, but it's really because most guys are like you. Women don't like sucking average cocks attached to average men. They like sucking gorgeous cocks attached to gorgeous men that will fuck them to orgasms that leave their bodies tingling from head to toe."

Andy was astounded at his sudden desire to kiss Rachel. He turned towards her and she smiled. He expected to see hate in her eyes, but there was something else there. Something that seemed a lot closer to lust than hate.

"Why are you telling me all this?" he asked.

She held his gaze and replied, "I don't really know. It's just...it's just pouring out of me."

"Why am I turned on?" he asked.

Rachel studied his face for several long seconds and Andy refused to look away. "Are you?" she finally asked.

He nodded.

"So am I."

"Well, that seems pretty fucked up, doesn't it? I mean, if I can't fuck you the way you want to be fucked, why would you be turned on? Hell, given that reality, why would I be turned on?"

Rachel dipped her finger into her martini, let it soak for a few seconds, and then popped it into her mouth. He stared at her lips as she sucked her finger clean in a remarkably suggestive manner.

"It's confusing, isn't it?" she asked. "I can't speak for you, but I think I'm feeling rather invigorated by unloading some of the anger I've had towards you since ended our relationship by getting your cock sucked by that whore."

Andy tried to process his feelings. He knew that walking away was the smart move, that he wasn't with Rachel any more, that every moment he spent with her jeopardized his relationship with Charlee.

"That's not all it is, though," Rachel said. "Because, if I'm being perfectly honest, I feel something akin to desire for you right now, Andy. I don't want to fuck you - like I said, Spencer puts you to shame and so have half a dozen other guys I've been with - but I would like to push you to your knees and rub my cunt all over your face."

To his surprise, Andy felt his cock surge to life in that undeniably thrilling way that happens when you're caught off guard by a sudden wave of arousal.

"I think you might like that too," she continued. "I think you might like to make up for some of your shortcomings by eating my wet cunt at this party. Am I right, Andy?"

He nodded without even thinking about it.

"Finish your drink," Rachel said.

As if he was no longer thinking for himself, Andy threw back the rest of his drink and set the glass on the bar. Rachel did the same with her martini and beckoned him to follow her through the crowd.

Andy did a quick search for Charlee or Alicia but saw neither. For a moment he wondered where his girlfriend was, and then he a caught a glimpse of Rachel's ass in her dress and he couldn't think of anything other than tasting her pussy.

The party guests thinned out considerably as they explored the massive apartment. They walked past a library with a handful of older male guests chatting - Andy guessed that they were the power players Rachel had referred to - and stepped into a bathroom that seemed to be almost entirely made of marble.

Rachel shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it. She pulled up the bottom of her dress, pulled her panties aside, and roughly grabbed a handful of Andy's hair. Rachel pushed him to his knees with impressive force and pulled his lips to her pussy.

"Eat my cunt," she demanded.

Andy looked up at her and went to work. It felt like a certain kind of madness had come over him - he was cheating on Charlee, after all - and yet licking Rachel's pussy on his knees in someone else's bathroom also qualified as among the hottest things he'd ever done.

"That's it, Andy. Eat my wet cunt and try to make up for all the mediocre sex we had. You were always better at this than fucking."

Rachel was rough. Her grip on his hair was tight and painful and she wasn't shy about rubbing his face against her pussy, using him as more of a surface to grind against than a man eager to use his tongue to get her off.

"Do you eat your girlfriend's pussy a lot, Andy? Maybe that's why she's still with you. Maybe that's why she didn't dump you right after the first time you underwhelmed her with your cock."

Andy was about to unzip his pants and stroke himself when someone tried the door handle. Finding it locked, they knocked and said, "If you wouldn't mind hurrying up, I have a bit of a bathroom emergency."

Rachel pushed Andy back, let her dress fall, and helped him to his feet. She opened the door and an older man in a suit rushed past them without looking their way. He fumbled with his pants and they rushed out of the bathroom as Andy wiped the pussy juice from his lips and chin.

Rachel took his hand and led him down a darkened hallway. They stopped after putting decent distance between them and the bathroom and she pushed him against the wall. Her lips found his and her tongue slipped into his mouth. She explored his oral cavity deeply, doing so in a manner so invasive that it bordered on being unpleasant, though Andy remained aroused.

"We should...we should go back to the party," he said. "This is insane."

"Not a chance," she replied without hesitation. "You haven't made me cum yet and you owe me at least one great orgasm."

Rachel grabbed his cock through his pants and stroked it. Andy was suddenly awash in arousal.

"I know you want this. I know you're turned on. Now keep your mouth shut and follow me."

They walked further down the darkened hallway. Rachel tried the door handles they walked by, but all were locked. They reached a t-intersection in the hallway and she turned left. A few steps later she stopped cold.

"Do you hear that?"

Andy listened carefully. A few moments later the distinct sound of a moan reached his ears.

Rachel grabbed his hand and they followed the sound to a door at the end of the hallway. They listened to the sounds of sex. Someone was getting fucked behind the closed door.

To Andy's horror, Rachel turned the door knob. It wasn't locked. The door opened a few inches. The sounds of sex got louder. In fact, Andy was certain he heard two women moaning. Perhaps it was a lesbian couple ringing in the new year with a naughty session in someone else's bed.

Rachel pushed the door open further and Andy looked inside. There were two women in the bed, but they weren't fucking each other. They were participating in a foursome. Each was on her hands and knees and they were facing each other. Each had a man behind them. Each was getting fucked by that man, though the angle Andy watched from made it so that he couldn't see much of anything other than the naked backside of one of the men.

"Oh, fuck!" one of the girls cried out. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with that fat dick of yours. Fuck me hard! Fuck my tight little pussy so hard!"

Andy's legs suddenly felt weak. His chest tightened. He recognized that voice. It was Charlee. She was one of the girls getting fucked.

"It's her, isn't it?" Rachel whispered.

He nodded.

Rachel kissed his neck and stroked him through his slacks. Andy listened to the sounds of sex and pictured Charlee getting fucked. He assumed that she was cheating on him because he was average in bed, because he couldn't come anywhere near satisfying her, just like he hadn't been able to satisfy Rachel.

"You're hard," she whispered.

Before Andy could reply, Rachel's lips found his. The kiss wasn't aggressive, though. It was much closer to romantic. Her tongue moved slowly into his mouth, enticing his into an erotic dance. She unzipped his pants, too, and her fingers slipped inside to stroke him, deepening the arousal he felt.

"Get on your fucking knees," Rachel whispered. "You're going to make me cum while you listen to your girlfriend get fucked. This is what you deserve."

With a little help from Rachel, Andy dropped to his knees. She leaned against the wall and he crawled closer while she pulled up her dress and moved her panties aside. She grabbed his hair, pulled him between her legs, and started grinding her pussy against his face.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Alicia called out from the bedroom.

The sounds of sex got a little louder. The men started grunting and groaning.

"Cum in me!" Charlee exclaimed.

Andy moaned into Rachel's pussy. It came out of him without warning. He moaned because he felt pleasure even though he shouldn't have. Someone else was fucking his girlfriend and was about to cum inside her. He should have been overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. Instead, he was dining on pussy and hard as a rock.

The sounds of orgasms emanated from the bedroom. They rolled out slowly, as if they'd planned on cumming one at a time. Andy couldn't pick out which of the female orgasms was Charlee, but it seemed that she was climaxing while getting fucked from behind by a man that was going to empty his cum into her unprotected pussy.

Rachel came too. She came hard and her pussy dripped quite a bit of juice, most of which ended up on Andy's face. He was the only one not to cum, though that was mostly because spilling his load in his pants would make it hard to enjoy the rest of the party.

"Thank you, ladies," someone from inside the bedroom said. "That was exceptional."

Rachel pushed Andy from between her legs and fixed her dress. He stood, wiped the wetness from his face and moved to leave, but she grabbed a handful of his hair and prevented him from doing so.

To his horror, Rachel took Andy's hand and led him into the bedroom. Everyone turned and looked at them, though no one said a word.

The men looked to be in their forties or early fifties. Charlee and Alicia were both still on their hands and knees in the bed with their lovely gowns bunched up around their waists.

The men got dressed swiftly and walked out of the room without even acknowledging Andy and Rachel. They closed the door behind them, though.

"Who are you?" Charlee asked as she looked at the redhead leading Andy into the room.

"Andy's ex," Rachel replied. "He just ate my pussy while listening to you get fucked."

Charlee turned to Alicia - who was still on her hands and knees on the bed - and they shared a long, intensely lusty kiss. Andy watched in utter fascination as Rachel kissed his neck and stroked his dick.

"They were both barebacked, Andy," Rachel said. "Both their pussies are brimming with cum. I think you should volunteer to clean them both."

Charlee and Alicia looked at Andy and smiled.

"What do you say, girls? Would you be willing to let this inadequate little bitch of a man clean your messy, freshly-fucked cunts?" Rachel asked.

Andy couldn't believe how turned on he was. It was fucked up, but the arousal was real and damn near overwhelming.

Instead of answering, both Charlee and Alicia moved to their backs in the bed. They spread their legs, revealing their pussies and proving that they had indeed been fucked bareback and were brimming with cum.

"Get naked and get to work, Andy," Rachel instructed. "Clean those messy cunts. Start with the blonde and then you can clean your girlfriend's pussy. Don't be surprised if I spank your ass a little while you're working. It's the least you deserve for cheating on me and for being so fucking underwhelming in bed."

Andy stripped and crawled between Alicia's legs. The smell of sex was overwhelming and he could see the cum inside her. His heart pounded. His dick throbbed. He was about to do something insane - and likely get spanked while doing it - and yet Andy wasn't sure he'd ever been so excited.

Maybe 2025 was going to be a year to remember. At the very least it was going to start in a truly unique and spectacular fashion.