My BF and I had been together for quite some time until he recently broke up with me a few weeks ago. I was sad and seeking validation so I asked around my friend group and found out about a party happening at a friend’s friend’s place that night, and got myself an invite.
There were probably roundabout 50 or more people at this party. It was in a super nice house, tons of alcohol, loud music, empty bedrooms, and plenty of hot guys and gals. I got dressed up in absolutely nothing but flipflops, a tube top that’s definitely a size too small, and a way too short skirt with no panties. I put in a buttplug as an extra treat for anyone that caught a peek under my skirt.
When I got to the party I felt like a total slut, most of the guys had their eyes glued to me as I was definitely the one with the most skin showing. I took full advantage of this and took every opportunity to flash guys a peek under my skirt, I danced with a few guys, grinding my bare pussy on their legs or hips. I even left a little wet mark on guy’s leg ;P
For the first hour or two I didn’t do much besides that, I wanted the buzz from the alcohol to set in before I got in bed with anyone. I continued flirting with and flashing guys, got groped by a bunch of them, but soon I was ready to get fucked, and I went upstairs with two of the guys and we got to work.
My top was pulled off of me as soon as we got out of sight of others, and they didn’t even bother taking my skirt off. I got picked up by the larger of the two guys and tossed onto the bed facedown. He then proceeded to mount me and start fucking me while the other guy had me jerk him off.
The first guy didn’t last very long but had a very impressive load, shooting cum all over the back of my skirt and my back. Then he walked out of the room, I assumed to get cleaned up while the other guy took his turn. But by the time the other guy was giving me my first orgasm of the night, guy #1 returned with several other guys, not sure how many to be honest.
I was definitely still lucid enough to recognize what was happening, and where this could lead, but I didn’t care. I was depressed and wanted to be used. When I saw the other guys I gave them a dirty little smirk and they grouped around me and I took turns jerking them off until guy #2 came on my chest and belly. That’s when things got fun.
They lifted me up and pulled me around taking turns on me, making me feel like a total ragdoll that existed only to give them pleasure. I jerked them off, sucked them off, got fucked in both my pussy and my ass (dunno where my buttplug went, I’d like to think one of them stole it as a trophy, which I think is super fucking hot)
I had orgasm after orgasm and so did they, but soon I realized that I wasn’t getting fucked by just the guys #1 brought in, but that basically the whole party was filtering in and out of the room taking turns on me, there was even one girl who came in and started making out with me, helping me suck and jerk, and licking cum off of my body, but she got fucked, had one orgasm and left soon after. (I’m clearly the superior slut)
This went on for hours, getting fucked in all my holes, every inch of my body squeezed, rubbed, massaged, poked, licked and everything else you can imagine. At a certain point I think I completely disassociated, because there’s a bit of a gap in my memory. All I remember from that gap was trying to pleasure all of the men I could and feeling wave after wave of pleasure explode through my body. I got fucked until I passed out and I’m pretty sure I was being used for a while after I passed out, which I don’t encourage anyone do to a girl, but I personally love it.
I have no idea how many guys came in and out of the bedroom, but judging by how much cum I woke up with the next morning, and how many guys were at the party, It was probably about 20-30, so almost all of them. I got up, wiped myself off as best as I could and located my tube top, which had clearly been used as a towel for several guy’s dicks.
I still put it on, both because I had nothing else but also because it made me feel like even more of a slut. I made my way out of the house and got in my car, drove home, and ran into my sister as I was getting inside. We didn’t say anything but I know she knew what I did the previous night, she just smirked at me as she walked past. I went to my room, thankfully not running into my parents, and took a very long very hot shower where I made myself cum 3 times despite being so sore, thinking about the previous night. Afterwards I napped for the rest of the day.
I hope you guys and gals like my story! This definitely takes the new record for my most depraved night, I wonder if I can break this record ;P I love reading dirty and degrading messages and comments, so feel free to go all out on shaming me for being such a dirty little whore, it gets me so wet and now I don’t have to feel guilty because I’m single again <3
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t7w4nk/my_boyfriend_broke_up_with_me_so_i_went_to_a
It is perfectly fine to enjoy whatever you feel like. you should feel proud about making yourself feel good, after a heart brake. More power to you.
“I’m clearly the superior slut” 🤣 great touch
Wow that’s hot af. It’s good you enjoyed it. Yiu seem like a flawless slut, I bet you can top it. Add women to your list, don’t just make out, fuck them too. 😏