My name is Sarah. In August of last year, I spent a girls weekend in Vegas with two friends. We all decided before going that we were going to get wild and slut it up with hot guys. Whatever happens, happens.
The first night we hit the free alcohol hard after eating at the buffet at Paris. My best friend Samantha heard that buffet was the best. We were staying across the street at the Bellagio. My other friend Kasi learned about the 20 dollar trick and we got a fountain view room!
We ended up at Planet Hollywood which seemed to be the most risque casino. Girls danced on the roulette tables and there were a lot of young guys and girls dressed to kill. We were all in evening dresses and we all got hit on more than I ever had before. I was feeling really drunk and we all danced at a club. I just kept drinking and grinding on three or four different guys for about an hour. One of the guys grabbed my ass and tits and I let him. He reached his hand up my dress and started to rub my pussy. I pushed his hand away, but asked him where he was staying. He said he was staying here at PH and asked if we should get out of here. I said yes. I left my friends and told them I would text them. I was so drunk and horny, but I felt bad for leaving them behind but we all agreed this would happen.
In the elevator, the guy was not as good looking as I thought he was in the dark nightclub. He had a decent body but his hair was buzzed so short, like he was in the army. He had a unique face. He immediately went for the kiss and ass-grabbing as the doors closed. We made out and he rubbed my pussy through my panties until the doors opened and we got off.
We were walking down the hall and I realized I could barely walk and couldn’t think straight. I had way too much to drink and felt nauseous. I remember him licking my pussy and feeling like I was going to cum, but I didn’t. Then I remember him pounding me really hard from behind and I suddenly became aware and felt like I was going to throw up. I tried to get away from him, but he pulled me back and held me down. I threw up on the bed and he stopped and got really angry. I remember him telling me to clean it up and take the sheets with me but I left. I threw up in the hallway a little but kept going. I went to the main floor and found a bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I made myself throw up more and almost laid down, but I sat on the toilet instead. I texted my friends to come get me but they didn’t answer. I found out later they were both in a threesome with a guy they were dancing with. I walked back to our room with two guys following me most of the way. I finally made it up to the room and opened the curtains and looked at the fountains all lit up and beautiful.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/43y9v5/3_nights_in_vegas_night_1
I have no doubt this happened haha. I hope that the rest of your weekend ended better, i want to hear the rest! ;)
Haha, I guess it can’t always end well.
Metal as fuck.