She walked into the party already buzzing from the music and the crowd, but nothing prepared her for what happened next. Mark pulled her aside in the back room, lines already cut on the glass table. "You ever tried this?" he asked, eyes locked on hers. She shook her head, heart pounding. "First time," she said. He grinned and handed her the rolled bill. She leaned down, snorted hard, and the burn hit her nose then exploded through her skull. Everything sharpened at once. Her skin felt electric. Her pussy got wet instantly, no warning, just a sudden slick heat between her legs.
"Fuck," she muttered, standing up straight. The rush made her nipples hard against her thin top.
Mark noticed and stepped closer, his hand sliding under the fabric to pinch one. "Feels good, right?" She nodded, already grinding against his thigh without thinking. The coke made every touch ten times stronger. She grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed. "I need this now."
They didn't make it to a bedroom. He bent her over the arm of the couch right there, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her panties aside. His fingers pushed into her soaked cunt without any warm-up. She moaned loud, pushing back on them. "More," she demanded. He pulled his dick out and slammed it in deep on the first thrust. The coke turned the stretch into pure fire. She clawed the cushions, ass bouncing as he fucked her hard and fast. Every stroke lit up her nerves. Her clit throbbed untouched but she felt close already.
People walked past in the hallway but she didn't care. The high made her shameless. "Harder, fuck me like a slut," she gasped. Mark obliged, gripping her hips and pounding until her juices ran down her thighs. She came quick and messy, cunt clenching around him, vision flashing white. He didn't stop. He kept driving in, telling her how tight she felt, how wet the coke made her. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so he could go deeper. Another orgasm built fast.
They switched positions fast. He sat on the couch and she climbed on, riding him reverse so everyone could see her tits bounce if they looked. The coke kept her moving like she had endless energy. Her hips rolled and slammed down, taking every inch. Sweat dripped between her breasts. She rubbed her clit while she bounced, coming again with a loud cry that turned heads. Mark's hands mauled her ass, spreading her open while she fucked herself on his cock.
Later they moved to the bedroom. Another line on the nightstand. She snorted it between rounds, the second hit making her even hornier. Her pussy felt swollen and needy. He laid her on her back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked her deep and steady. The angle hit her g-spot perfectly. She squirted a little on the third orgasm, soaking the sheets. "Don't stop," she begged, voice hoarse. He flipped her onto all fours again and took her ass this time, working lube in first then pushing past the tight ring. The coke dulled the burn into raw pleasure. She pushed back, taking it all, fingers rubbing her clit until she came with his cock buried in her ass.
They kept going for hours. Every position felt new because the drug stretched time and sensation. She sucked him clean between fucks, tasting herself and him mixed together. He came down her throat once, then again across her tits. She smeared it on her skin and licked her fingers, the high making everything taste better. By morning her body ached in the best way, cunt sore and used, but she already wanted another line and another round.
She left the party still buzzing, legs shaky, thinking about the next time she'd try it again. The sex had been filthy and nonstop, exactly what the coke promised.
