can you handle one more?

April 28, 2020

preface:
OK...so this was one of the sluttiest nights of my life, and I have no one but myself to answer for that. But, it was also hot af. And, tequila.

Years ago...I was at my favorite reggae club, dancing, drinking, blowing off steam. I was there alone, as I often was in those days, in my zone on the dancefloor. As I was letting my body ride the riddim a man appeared, out of nowhere, close, he began to match my moves, dancing with me. At the same time I felt another man, taller, press up against me from behind. The man in front of me was O, he was quite a looker and a man I had danced and flirted with a few times over the months at this club. Even though we had never gone home together I had always enjoyed dancing with him and our little flirtation. A quick glance behind my shoulder revealed O's friend C. Now normally I am a one-partner (or no-partner) dancer but, well, I felt comfortable with O. And well, tequila. Out of all the liquors I have had the pleasure to imbibe in, tequila is the one most likely to, well, annihilate my inhibitions. So I just closed my eyes and began to enjoy the feeling of the two men pressed against my body, all three of us moving in unison to the booming riddim of the dancehall tune.

How much time had passed I do not know....but next time I opened my eyes....the dancefloor had thinned. I had been so lost in the dance, and the sensations. The men stealing small kisses along my neck, hands all over my body, feeling my curves. The sexy dancehall riddims pulling my hips and waist so naturally. O must have seen or felt my shift in awareness as he pulled away from me slightly, holding my hand. The two men lead me away from the dancefloor, to a small table, a bit away from the wall of speakers and dwindling crowd. "Do you want to leave?" O says. Why yes, yes I do. I'd had just one other threesome in my life and, riding the wave of my sexual peak, was eager and excited to experience it again. And here was my chance, to finally go home with my crush, O. C was good looking too and well....tequila.

In my car, I followed the men back to C's apartment. Too tipsy and turned on to feel nervous, embarrassed or shy. Soon I'm pulling into a parking lot and the men usher me into a dingy, small apartment, and then into a dingier, smaller bedroom. C produces a bottle of white wine seemingly from thin air. I appreciate the magic trick as I drink heavily, gratefully. The men begin kissing and touching me and soon I'm naked on the bed, on all fours.

O is seated in front of me, with full access to my large breasts, which he begins playing with. Now, this was many years before any sort of official introduction to BDSM or kink, but, looking back, O was the more kinkier of the two...no doubt also the ringleader in the shenanigans. More calm, more mean. You know. That dark brooding Domly Sadist type. I didn't have a name for it back then but yeah. Was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. So O is playing with my breasts, roughly, knowing exactly the kind of touch I crave, as C enters me from behind.

I'm loving the sensation and within moments, am completely lost in it all again. The touch, the penetration. I'm getting fucked doggystyle by C and sucking O's cock like I was born to do it. A few minutes later though, C pulls out and interrupts my reverie. "Are you on your period?" Oh those dreaded words, the words every slut hates to hear out of a man's mouth, in moments like these. I grab my panties and run to the adjacent bathroom. I'd been "off" for a day or two but, the penetration must have gotten my flow going again. I use the restroom, clean myself, there was a bit of spotting but no bleeding or flow. I go back into the bedroom and let the guys know the situation.

Without missing a beat they place me back on the bed, same position, and begin again, this time just using my ass and mouth. Taking turns, using me to their hearts content. C must have cum at least once by now but O is slower, more methodical. It's also O that makes me cum, while I'm there on all fours. C has pulled out behind me as O is slapping my face and breasts. My hand flies to my clit, as if on it's own accord. I feel the orgasm building in me and I start to shake and moan. O knows just how much *** and sensation to give me and doesn't let up til I'm shaking and spent. I manage to keep position and after I hear the click of a cell phone camera, C is back inside of me, fucking my ass again.

How long am I like this, on all fours, in this dark, dingy bedroom? 40 minutes? One hour? More? I'm lost in a world of sensation, getting fucked and sucking cock, reveling in the pleasure of it all, hands all over my body, my hips, tits and hair. At one point I am moved from my position and laid down on the bed. The men are quietly talking amongst themselves. I suppose they have been for a while. The box of condoms is almost spent and the men, O especially, aren't done with me yet. I'm lying on the bed, head in O's lap. He is stroking my hair and there is softness in his touch and voice. "Can you handle one more?" he asks. In my inebriated state I think he means, one more go-round, use the last of the condoms so he can mount me again and cum. I say, enthusiastically, yes. Seconds later I realize my mistake, as he grabs his cell phone and starts scrolling through his contacts.

I'm naked, ***, in this strange apartment with two strange men, the realization dawning on me. O calls one friend, then another. It must be well past 2am by now and it's 3 or 4 calls in, that he gets an affirmative answer. A will be here soon, with a fresh box of condoms. In the meantime, I somehow get to a seated position and a big glass bong is produced, again, seemingly out of nowhere. It's passed around and I'm more than grateful for the hit. The men position me again on all fours and it's while C is pounding me from behind, that I hear the bedroom door open.

"Well, doesn't she look sexy??" I hear a new voice say, low and full of lust. There's some low murmuring between O and A. A sits on the edge of the bed. I'm faced away from the door and turn my head to look at A. "Hi, what's your name?" I introduce myself, offering my hand, while on all fours getting fucked in the ass. With the heady mix of the alcohol, the weed, the dancing and fucking, I can't even pretend to be embarrassed or shy. Tonight I am nothing but an instrument, a vessel, a wanton slut to be used and filled til these men are satisfied. I'm right where I need to be and wouldn't have it any other way.

More time passes as the three men rotate, fucking my ass and my mouth. Hands on my breasts and body. Til finally, the other two men satiated, O mounts me again, pulling my body on top of his. He cums like that, after a hard fucking, me on top of him, him buried deep in my ass. I see a bit of gray light ***king through the cheap blinds. In the gray pre-dawn hour, the men spent, boxers get pulled on and each sort of retreat to their different corners, getting comfy and laying on the bed or furniture.

As I mentioned before, this was years before any proper introduction to kink or BDSM. I've never heard the term "aftercare" but know I need to come down from this, to be held close and cuddled, to relax and feel safe for a while, before I can even think of putting on my clothes and heading back to the real world. O is on the couch, laying down. He is cool, detached, untouchable. I know he is cruel and would reject me. I ask C. May I please cuddle with you for a while? He is kinder and indulges me. It's no fairy tale and there is no real connection but it will have to do. I lean into him, grateful for this moment, close my eyes and pretend for a little while more.

Epilogue:
When I open my eyes, the gray light is stronger through the window. I gather my clothes and use the restroom. O is curled up asleep, and A is nowhere to be seen. C walks me to my car. I'm disoriented and need directions back to the freeway. C points me in the right direction. I enter my car, turn up the heater. Coming back to earth, I start the ignition and head in the direction C had told me.

On my way back to the freeway I stop at a gas station. The gritty urban landscape made even more post-apocalyptic by the gray of pre-dawn, early fall fog clinging like gauze and creating halos around the street lights. The station looks deserted but I see a light on at the attendants' window.

"Did you win?" I hear the man's voice as I approach the partially-obscured security window. "Win what?" I ask, confused, as I place my *** in the cool metal slot. "The beauty contest, of course! You must have won first place." I smile, laughing a little to myself as I turn to walk back to the pump.

Did I win, tonight? And if so, what was my prize? These are things that will be turning around in my mind, the days and weeks to come. But for now I climb back into my car, find some reggae on the radio, and hit the freeway home.