Party Girl Aftermath

I was already drunk when the first one followed me into the club toilet. I’d been grinding on him for twenty minutes and my knickers were soaked. He locked the door, pushed me against the sink, and I dropped straight to my knees because I wanted it. He fucked my mouth fast and messy. I let him. When he came he pulled out and striped my cheek and my tongue. I laughed, wiped most of it with the back of my hand, and went back out. Twenty minutes later another one had his hand up my dress on the dance floor. I dragged him to the same toilet. This one wanted to bend me over. I told him no, I wanted it in my mouth again. He called me a slut and I smiled. He came down my throat and I swallowed, then opened my mouth to show him. The third one found me outside having a cigarette. I was still sticky. He didn’t care. He pushed me into the alley, made me kneel on the concrete, and used my mouth until he finished across my lips and chin. I licked what I could reach. By the time I got home my face was a mess and my jaw hurt and I fingered myself in the shower until I came thinking about all three of them. I don’t even remember their names. I remember how full my mouth felt.