The Morning After

The Morning AfterOver Halloween I thought it would be a fun time going to the “The Closet” for their annual Halloween party. It was a safe club, friendly to gay, straight, lesbian, crossdressers; you name it. I decided to go as a sexy librarian. I wore reading glasses on a chain, black short skirt, white low cut blouse, fake bra, hair in a bun pulled to the top and 3-inch heels. I partied there and had a great time, it was crowded and I didn’t even mind the sudden gropes here and there. The time had really flown bye, next think I knew the bartender shouted that it was closing time. One of the men I was hanging out with said there was an after-hours party at his friend’s apartment so we all shared a cab. Once we arrived he got our drinks, ten minutes later the room was spinning.It was a haze after about 10 minutes. I remember stubbing walking to the bathroom. manisa escort Someone helped me over the toilet and pulled up my dress so I could squat over the bowl. Then I remember resting on the couch as the party was still going and next I had a red cup in my hand. When I woke up again I notice most of the guests were gone and a few guys sitting next to me. I was so sleepy and nodded off again and thought I was having a sex dream. In the dream the cab driver pulled up my skirt, and pulled off my panties. I was spread-eagle on, one leg over the back of the sofa. I felt I was getting a blowjob and someone was putting their cock in my mouth.In a sleepy move I tried to push the cock away but it popped in again. It got hard in my mouth as I continued to suck it. He pulled out and I felt sticky stuff on my face and heard laughter in maraş escort the background. A different cock was shoved in my mouth, then another and another. Some came in my mouth, others shot on my face. Just when I was about to cum the cab driver switched to giving me a handjob, I thought no fair, but the strong jerking hand around my dick felt great. In the background I heard whistling and someone yell “Look at sissy squirt.” For the hour I was manhandled by at least 5 guys. There were hands squeezing my nipples, hands rubbing my crotch, playing with my balls, hands groping my butt. I had been tea-bagged a dozen times and all the time I heard laughing.In a dull sleepy haze, I felt like I was being pushed over a table, by this time the only thing I had on was an unbuttoned shirt, a stuffed bra and my heels. I saw three men on one mardin escort side of the table egging on the guys behind me. One guy put down his beer to hold me down on the table, and I felt a guy on both legs. I felt some liquid be rubbed in the crack of my ass, then a hard dick. I was so sleepy due to whatever was in my drink I could not put up a fight. I stood there and took it. Everyone had a piece of me.The next morning I woke up in an empty abandoned apartment with a huge headache. Where was I? My senses were coming back in focus. I was damp, dirty and missing my panties and skirt. Thank goodness I saw them across the room. I got up from the sofa and was sore all over and there was actually a used condom hanging out my ass. I was used and humiliated I quickly put on my missing clothing, cleaned myself up the best that I could. Sudden I thought my phone, wallet, and handbag! Next to the sofa was the remainder of my things. I opened my handbag and everything was there plus $200.00 – assholes! When I got outside I found that I was only 2-3 miles away from my house. I haled a cab and got weird looks from the driver.