Katie on the other hand is a fiery redhead standing at 5’8 and with what I think is a curvy and sexy figure. Her most prized features are easily her breasts—they were a huge 36DD. With her body, Katie could have anyone she wanted and, judging by her reputation and my experience, she truly did have anyone she wanted. After a more than usually plain dinner with my parents, I decided to wear a black sleeveless lace dress as I was planning to show of my new figure I had earned from working out during my term at university. I finally met with my friends outside of our favorite club, ready to enjoy ourselves before we all go back to our jobs and universities.
During the dancing and drinking I lost Katie and Ellie on the dance floor so I resorted to retreating to the sidelines to look for them. All night, men were constantly hitting on me and as I was searching for my friends I felt vulnerable wearing such provocative clothing. Eventually I figured they must have gone to the toilet so I went in; I found them, but that’s not all I found.
I could not see Katie’s face but her distinctive red hair was enough for me to recognize her. She was on her knees in front of some guy I had never seen before and I was sure her head was bobbing up and down. To confirm my suspicions, the guy let out a moan while his eyes were closed. I knew Katie was a slut but I had no idea she was this bad. There was more for me to see though.
Without being spotted by Katie or the random guy, I walked further in and into an open stall where I saw Ellie pressed up against a wall with some huge guy twice the size of her thrusting into her from behind. I could see flashes of his cock and it was huge! I was amazed that Ellie was moaning in pleasure not pain from the size of it.
I remember standing between the two stalls horrified yet curious about the actions of my friends as they sucked and fucked into what seemed like bliss. Suddenly a hand grasped my shoulder and spun me around. All I saw was a checkered shirt before the man bent down and planted his lips onto mine. I tried to fight back but he was twice my size so I eventually gave up fighting as I felt his tongue reach into my mouth. My breasts were pressed up against his chest and soon I must have let out a moan or gasp as my friends who were in various states of undress surrounded me.
They began encouraging me and the alcohol and peer pressure, plus the mans death-like grip on my shoulders, led to my submission to him. I did not even know his name yet. I sank into his arms, feeling my breasts press against his chest and his cock which felt huge pressed into my thigh. The pressure on my shoulders grew greater and I knew he wanted me to suck him. Willingly I sank to my knees, eagerly unzipped him and reached into his pants to retrieve his cock, which at the time looked like ten inches, but I think the alcohol exaggerated that.
In earnest I began sucking him off but, with little experience at the time, I had Katie guide me while she slowly gave the other guys a hand job. Soon I was cupping the guy’s balls, teasing his shaft and even an attempt at deep throating. I learnt to love the feeling of him using me, fucking my face as my lips wrapped tightly around his dick. Without warning, the guy tensed and suddenly I felt an eruption of cum in my mouth as he unloaded into my mouth. The shock of it caused me to flinch away from his cock resulting in a facial as well as a face of cum. With further encouragement from Katie, I swallowed his load.
Finally, once the other two gave my friends similar treatment, they left us dripping in cum. I remember them laughing and cheering as they left the girls’ toilets. I looked longingly after them and realized I wanted more—the slut within me was born that day.
