Past abuses and sexual assaults that I endured earlier in life helped mold me into a hypersexual hot mess. Because of the nature of the abuse and my uncommonly sensitive body, for years I believed that I actually asked for, wanted, and deserved it. This all blew up on me when I was in college. During that time, I put myself into some extremely unsafe situations. I had also been very sheltered, and was dumb and naive about many things.
One evening when I was 18, some women from my dorm wanted to go out to a club in a nearby city. They had helped me get a fake ID earlier that term, but I hadn’t tried it out yet. It was just after midterms and was excited to go let off some steam.
I grew up in a really conservative Christian community and was only allowed to wear long dresses for most of my life, so when I first left for college, I went to the opposite extreme and bought some very revealing clothing. I picked out one of my sluttiest dresses for the occasion. A navy blue spaghetti strap dress that plunged into a see-through mesh V down to my stomach, revealing a ton of cleavage. It was short, too, barely covering my ass. I wore a red thong underneath and paired the ensemble with some strappy black stilettos. I completed the look with gold strand earrings and a long gold necklace with a circle pendent. I styled my hair in shoulder length waves parted down the middle.
My friends and I pre-gamed with some goldshlager and headed out.
When we got to the club, the DJ was blasting dance music and the place was packed with people. There were two levels to the club. The first level had a giant dance floor surrounded by lounge areas and a big bar. The second floor was a balcony that wrapped around the whole place and had more lounge areas. The dance floor and second floor also had a few poles to dance on.
My friends and I went straight to the bar and got some more shots. Then we went out on the dance floor. We danced for two hours, periodically heading back to the bar for shots. I was really feeling the alcohol, and excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way, I locked eyes with a sexy guy who looked a little like a tall James MacAvoy. I was feeling feisty and decided to play a little seduction game, so I licked my lips at him in an ultra obvious way, then put my finger in my mouth and sucked it while he watched, a smile coming across his face. Then I flashed him a huge smile and went to the restroom. When I got out, he was standing in the hallway to the bathroom. I looked up at his gorgeous green eyes and ask if he’d like to dance and he said “Sure!” So I grabbed him by the wrist and led him onto the dance floor.
I didn’t waste any time and immediately started plunging down and popping my ass up into his crotch, letting him grind against me, then turned around to face him and ran my fingers through his hair. He was moving his hips against me to the music and looking down into my eyes, breathing heavily. His hands were all over me, and he reached down and touched my thighs and ass. I turned back around and did some more grinding and felt him getting hard, so I took him by the wrist and dragged him off the dance floor and into a corner where I passionately kissed him.
While we made out, his hands explored me over my clothes, going back and forth from my ass to my chest. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, and knew I needed his cock in me, so I put my mouth next to his ear and whispered,
“I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I need someone to punish me.”
He immediately grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back to the bathroom hallway. The bathrooms were stalls, but they had doors that closed. He stuck his head into the men’s room, made sure no one was inside, yanked me in, and closed the door. Then, without a word between us, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the pedestal sink and sat me down, then he hiked up my dress, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, unzipped his pants,
pushed aside my thong, licked his hand and then wet his cock and shoved it inside of me.
His dick was on the short side but girthy and he knew how to use it. He fucked me hard and fast. I love sex in public places and the spontaneity of the moment had me all hot and bothered and I felt myself getting close to cumming. I bit his ear lobe and whispered, “I’m going to cum” and he fucked me even harder and I came, loudly.
After my moans subsided, he flipped me over and spread my legs and fucked me from behind. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. Then I pulled down the top of my dress so my breasts were exposed and he grabbed my tit with his other hand. He expertly placed my nipple between his middle and forefinger and squeezed as he massaged my tit and I started to grind hard against him.
I yelped, “I’m going to cum again!” And he pulled my hair tighter. I came hard, pressing my ass back against him to get him as far inside as I could.
“Oh fuck!” He said.
Then he pulled out, whirled me around, and pushed me down into a crouching position. I saw he was uncut and opened my mouth like a good little girl as he shoved his cock inside.
I plunged my mouth down over his cock, swirling my tongue around the top. Then I pushed him in until I felt the tip of his dick touch the back of my throat and I swallowed, then sucked hard as I moved my mouth back up off of him, following my lips with my hand, and then plunged down again. His dick got rigid and some precum squirted into my mouth. I looked up at him and licked the precum off the tip of his cock, then slowly pushed him into my throat again and he came hard as I swallowed.
“Oh my god! I did not expect that!” He said after he had a chance to compose himself. “I don’t even know your name. Can I buy you a drink?”
I just smiled and licked my lips, then fixed my hair and clothes in the mirror and walked out. I went outside to the alleyway to get a breath of fresh air and smoke a cigarette before going back to my friends.
What I didn’t realize when I was in the bathroom with my MacAvoy look alike was that there was someone else in the bathroom watching us. Unknown to me, he followed me out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and to the exit. When I went into the alleyway, he waited a beat and then came, too. When the door opened, I was startled. He was an older guy in his 30’s or 40’s, not great looking but not bad looking either. He was clearly intoxicated and he didn’t beat around the bush.
“I saw what you did in there. Do you always make a habit of fucking guys you don’t know, you cumslut?” He asked, sneering as he stepped toward me.
I was immediately turned on and frightened at the same time. I had been caught, and that is always a major turn on for me. I immediately went into my submissive role and backed up. In my mind, I knew I was possibly in danger but I also wanted to see how far this guy would go. I wanted to seduce him without him knowing it. I wanted him to fuck me, so I leaned back against the alley wall and answered,
“Hey, a girl’s got needs, right?” I took out my cigarette and intentionally dropped it. I turned my back on him, bending over in a way that revealed my ass cheeks, hoping I might look vulnerable.
He took the opportunity and before I knew it he was grabbing me.
I said, “No! Don’t!” And made an effort to seem like I was fighting him off but was too weak. He grabbed my arms behind my back, pushed me into the wall, and spread my legs with his feet. I struggled underneath him and cried,
“What are you doing?”
And he said, “Sweetheart, I’m just giving you more of what you want.”
With that, he undid his pants and shoved his cock in, pressing me hard against the wall.
“You like that, don’t you? You like that, you little bitch.” He muttered as he fucked me.
I started to feel myself getting hotter and I decided to start thrusting my hips back at him. He didn’t like me taking control, so he pressed me harder into the wall and I came.
“Fuck! You really do like it!” He said, and that got him really going. He grabbed my hair and yanked me back so hard my body left the wall. He grabbed a flannel that was tied around his waist and hooked it around my head and mouth and held onto it tight from behind. I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t make more than a muffled sound. Then he pulled my dress up over my ass and grabbed my ass cheeks as hard as his could in his other hand and smacked me hard on the ass. He groped up my body and landed on my right boob and squeezed hard and I came again.
“God damnit!” He said as I spurted cum all over his cock.
With one hand still holding the flannel tight around my head, he reached down and grabbed my thong and yanked hard until it ripped off me, then he shoved it in my mouth too. Then he aput his hand back on my ass and started to rub in between my cheeks.
“Do you like this, too, you cunt?” He asked as he suddenly and roughly inserted his fingers into my asshole.
And “oh my god!” escaped me, but my words were indiscernible with the thong and shirt in my mouth, but my body communicated just fine as I writhed and came again.
The next thing I knew, I was being forced onto my knees. I still couldn’t see anything, but he grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and wrenched my head back hard. He ripped away the shirt with the other and I saw his big dick over my face. He took the thong out of my mouth, soaked with my cum and spit, and shoved it in his pocket. Then he grabbed my boob hard and slapped me across the face.
“Open up!” He demanded.
I clenched my jaw shut and looked up at him defiantly. He grabbed my jaw and pried my mouth open and stuck his hand in.
“You know your want it.” He said as he jerked off and came all over my face. Then he zipped up, smacked my face again, and said, “you Good for nothing slut.” And walked away.
I looked a wreck. My dress was torn, my face was red from the smacking and covered in jizz, and my knees were dirty with bits of gravel from being pushed into the ground. I took stock of my situation and became extremely aroused. Still crouching in the ground, I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit. With my other hand I flicked my nipple and came. I kept going and came a few more times, thinking about how the stranger shoved my panties in my mouth. Then I got up, grabbed my purse, and texted my friends that I had gotten tired and headed home. Then I called an Uber and went back to my dorm.
It was 3 am when I got back and I was still reeling from the encounter that wasn’t consensual but wasn’t unwanted. I texted this guy Rob who I sometimes hooked up with and asked if he was still up. He texted back that he was just leaving a party and I asked if he wanted to come over and have some fun. He said he would be right over.
When he got there, I was naked. He walked in and I tied a bandana over my eyes, stuffed another in my mouth, and told him to do whatever he wanted to me and to be rough.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ix81pn/fm_tempting_fate_plowed_by_2_strangers_at_a_club