I don’t know if I’m going to hell or just finally living my truth — but this was, hands down, the dirtiest, hottest night of my life. And yeah… I’d 100% do it again.
It started as a casual night out. I wore a short skirt, no panties, and a little black top that barely held my tits. I wanted attention — and I got it. My friend brought two of her guy friends to pregame at our place, and I already knew one of them had a thing for me. The other two? Tall, flirty, confident… and kept checking me out like I was dessert.
The drinks kept flowing, the flirting turned touchy, and before I knew it, we were all back at my apartment, laughing, tipsy, and sitting way too close. I don’t even remember who made the first move — a kiss, a hand on my thigh, someone whispering, “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”
I told them: “I want all of you.”
And they didn’t hesitate.
They took turns kissing me, touching me, stripping me completely naked in the living room. I was moaning into one guy’s mouth while another fingered me from behind, and a third was already stroking himself, watching like it was the best show he’d ever seen. I felt like a fucking goddess — like a toy they were all dying to play with.
Soon I had one in my mouth, one between my legs, and another teasing my ass. I was being pulled, spread, filled, used… and I loved every. Single. Second.
They didn’t just fuck me — they devoured me. Took turns. Encouraged each other. Called me their “good little slut” while I begged for more. I came so many times I lost count. My legs were trembling, throat sore, hair a mess, body covered in sweat and cum.
I fell asleep between two of them, completely spent. And in the morning, I woke up to round two — slow, lazy morning sex with one of them while the others made coffee like it was just another Saturday.
I’ve never felt so free, so filthy, so me. And honestly? I’m already planning the next time.
