My boyfriend and I had been dating for a while before he broke things off with me a few weeks ago. I asked around my buddy group since I was depressed and looking for approval and learned about a party taking place at a friend’s friend’s house that evening. I then got an invite.
At this celebration, there were probably about 50 guests or more. There was a ton of alcohol, loud music, vacant bedrooms, and lots of gorgeous men and women. I only wore flip flops, a tube blouse that is obviously too tight, and a far too short skirt with no underwear when I got ready. I added a buttplug as an added bonus for anyone who peered beneath my skirt.
I felt like a complete slut when I arrived at the party since I had the most exposed flesh and the majority of the males were staring at me. I made the most of this and used every chance to show them what was underneath my skirt. I danced with a couple guys while rubbing my naked pussy against their legs or hips. Even a small moist mark on the guy’s calf was left by me;
I didn’t do anything else for the first hour or so since I wanted the alcoholic buzz to develop before I got into bed with anyone. I kept flashing and flirting with guys and was repeatedly grabbed by them, but eventually I was ready to get fucked, so I went upstairs with two of the guys and we started working.
As soon as we were out of sight of other people, they took my top off of me and didn’t even bother with my skirt. I was grabbed up by the bigger of the two men and thrown face-down into the bed. He then mounted me and began fucking me while the other guy was being jerked off by me.
The first shooter, who didn’t last long but had a big load, shot cum all over my back and the back of my skirt. He left the room after that, so I figured he was going to clean up while the other guy had his turn. However, by the time the second guy was giving me my first orgasmic experience of the evening, guy #1 had already left with an unknown number of other men.
I was still fully aware of what was happening and the potential consequences, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be used because I was depressed. I flashed the other guys a filthy little smirk when I saw them, and they clustered around me. I alternated jerking them off till guy #2 came on my chest and belly. The fun started at that point.
They picked me up, pulled me about, and turned on me alternately, making me feel like a complete rag doll who only existed for their amusement. I jerked them off, sucked them off, got fucked in both my pussy and my ass (I’m not sure where my buttplug went, but I’d like to assume one of them took it as a trophy since I think it’s really fucking hot), and I got a suck in both.
I had orgasm after orgasm, and they did too, but I soon realized that I wasn’t being fucked by just the guys #1 had brought in, but that the entire party was coming in and out and 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 shortly after. (I’m obviously the better slut)
This continued for hours, with me being fucked in all of my crevices and having every part of my body squeezed, rubbed, massaged, prodded, licked, and whatever else you can think of done to it. Because of a small memory gap, I believe that I entirely disassociated at some point. I only recall attempting to please as many men as I could during that time gap and experiencing an explosion of pleasure across my entire body. I was used for a long after I passed out and was fucked till I passed out, which I don’t recommend anyone do to a girl, but I personally love it.
I don’t know how many people entered and exited the bedroom, but based on how much cum I had the next morning and the number of males present, it was definitely between 20 and 30, or practically all of them. I stood up, did the best I could to clean myself off, and looked for my tube top, which was obviously being used as a towel for numerous guys’ penises.
Despite the fact that I had nothing else to wear, I continued to do so even though it made me feel even sexier. I left the house, got in my car, and drove home, where I ran into my sister as I was entering. We remained silent, but I am certain that she was aware of what I had done the previous evening since she simply grinned at me as she passed. I went to my room, thankfully avoiding my parents, and took a very lengthy, extremely hot shower in which, despite being really sore, I forced myself to cum three times. I was thinking about the previous night during this time. I then took a snooze for the remainder of the day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y9ki9j/i_went_out_and_fucked_all_night_23f_fm_orgasm_cum