Hot Rape Session of Drunk Bar Chick (me)

Round the popular Gang-Bang Bar again
I was no-longer in my teens and so I was drunk, I thought to myself as I looked down at the bottle I held with both-hands in-between my tits.

My ass was against the wall outside of the women’s toilet, where I stood, black high-heeled shoes together. The music was still loud even here, but not as loud as the main rooms.

I suppose I would soon be settling down with my boyfriend and letting him get me pregnant and become jaded and bored. What a dismal thought for a libertine hedonist like me, I groaned to myself.

I looked at my half-covered breasts – the black dress I was wearing partly hid them but could not hide the nipple-bumps because I was not wearing a bra on my night out.

under the flare of my black dress which came down to mid-thigh (a long skirt for me!); under it was a pair of skimpy knickers that had twisted themselves into a rope and was currently holding my cunt open having entered up my groove, not that I cared much being drunk. But every-time I moved my legs the so-called panties worked as a clitoral stimulation device intent on frustrating me and driving my cunt wild and wet.

I considered taking them off where I stood in front of people and I might have if I was sober, but I was sure some guy could do it for me. Then I could offer him a blow-job and get a mouth-full of cum to impress Donna but then maybe he would want to fuck me?

And come to think of it, Where was Donna?


Where is my friend Donna, the cock-sucking slut?
Ok, Donna had said she was ‘going to the lav’, ie: the women’s toilet to join the line of chatting chicks.
Well she had not.
So where was she?

And I needed a pee but fuck-me if I was going to wait any longer for them to stop smoking cannabis and having ‘storm in a tea-cup crisis’ over ex-guys, or for that couple to stop fucking in stall number 3. each time they stopped we all got hope-full for a time…then they started at it AGAIN !! and we all groaned.
‘I know he’s fucking her behind my back!’ some neurotic teen was screaming to her friend..
‘Do You thing I was raped?’ another one asks some stranger.

I groaned, and knew if I stayed here any longer then I would go mad. So I would have to go into the beer-garden at the back and piss on the floor in front of the party revelers – and there I would find Donna who would have done the same I now realized.

We did sneak into back-streets to piss sometimes, I recalled as I decided to move my shoes carefully without my cunt-loving knickers bringing me off to a public orgasm.

Off to go Into the dark beer-garden of sin and delight
“Hi sexy!” some chick says to me.
I looked at this possible-lesbian with wonderment and blinked at her.

“Its me, ‘Glam Gill’, remember? My ex-boss if fucking you!” she grinned.
I looked again at this dyed raven-haired, dressed in black, heavily made up hooker in front of me!

“Gill?” I said stupidly. “is that you, Gill?”
“Yeh of-course It’s me Gill you piss-head ! Don’t you recognize me Gemma?”

Well no, her own mother wouldn’t either.
I had to look again, but it was her voice and those eyes were Gill, hidden away in that disguise. So I nodded happily at her.

“Hi ya Gill, still with….boyfriend.”
“Yeh. no. Got a new one. well…I’ve been though I number recently…” and she tells me about her latest hole-poker and what he likes doing to her.
handcuffs, strap and anal?
“you ok with that?” I asked.
She nodded eagerly with manic excitement.
“I cum.” she informs me intently.
“so catch ya later Gemma!”
“seen Donna, my Donna?”
“Huh? Yeh she’s round the back being raped or something. Sucking cocks when I left.” Gill informs me, and walks off.
Right.
.”Hope she’s all right, like” Gill calls to me.

oh my!

“Gang-bangers are in tonight!”

wow.

The prospects for a good night were looking up, and my spirits rose as I made my way to the back; some guy held the door open to me and I thanked the bulge in his tight pants with a sly glace up at him.

Drunk chicks forced to suck dicks!
I stepped into the cool night air and moved away from the door. It was dark and groups of smokers and others were standing around in places as chicks moaned and shrieked.

I allowed my eyes to adjust to the sordid gloom and the tobacco smoke

Then I noticed Donna over in the far corner, crouched down in-front of some guy and sucking his dick.

Her bare legs were together but one knee raised above the other, which was a sign she made; she only did that when she was being forced to suck cock.