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First time posting on this sub! I just wanted to say – I’m really new to doing anything like what I talk about in this story as I’m not a super big party girl, and I’ve only ever been clubbing once. My boyfriend is mentioned in this, and we’re poly but taking it slow, so I haven’t had many partners while with him. Because of all that, this was super crazy for me even though it wasn’t technically full sex. If you want to skip the lead up go to “***”

So, I’m in school right now, although being in my mid 20’s I’m a tad bit older than the average age for my classmates, but I’ve never felt super out of place. There’s still students my age and even older in the class, and most people who meet me think I’m 5 years younger than I am, so we all get along and co-mingle. For our end of the semester party back in December we went to a well known school pub in our city. It’s massive, with multiple floors and rooms spanning the size of a movie theatre, and notorious for being both chaotic and horny. Back when I was 19-20, my friends described it as “gross horny”, and so I never went. But I’ve grown a lot since then confidence-wise, and my classmates had booked out a whole room to ourselves so I wasn’t all too worried about it.

I wouldn’t have admitted it, but I did dress a little more exceptionally slutty that night. I’ve been revitalizing my love for pop-punk from the early 20s and it showed. I wore a pink and black plaid short skirt with a chain hooked around the hem, and a slim-fitting black crop top with a zipper up the front. Sheer tights, because bottomless would have been a bit too obvious, and I haven’t worn a bra in years so if I went out for a smoke (weed is legal in my town) the chill winter air showed me off. I also had a black and white flowercrown over my blonde hair, and black eyeliner for some goth cuteness.

We started the night a little early, but as the hours went by, the bar started to fill up until at last the place was packed. It was well into the evening at that point, and of the 20 classmates that showed up, only 6 remained. Squeezing through the crowd to get to the bar and order another round of drinks was a journey in of itself. I spent over a hundred dollars that night on alcohol and I’m a semi-lightweight so you can imagine how drunk I was by 11pm, after being there since 7.

I guess I was getting antsy, and used to being at home where I’m a free-use slut for my boyfriend more or less and so I naturally just started moving the way that I do when I try to get his attention. I’d squish past all these school boys while arching my back and pressing my ass against them, contorting my body to the crowd comfortably. I guess in a way I was sort of baiting. I really wanted one of them to grab my ass, or run a hand up my leg. There were even a few much older men there for a soccer game who I passed by and *wished* they would grope me. But everyone was extremely polite. They’d only touch me with their eyes and give me big smiles when I looked their way, but that was it. In a way, I was a little proud of the efficient progress we’ve made as a society around harassment – but I was also, embarrassingly, a little disappointed.

By 12am it was just me and 2 other classmates left. They had recently come out as dating and so stuck a bit as the third wheel, and unbelievably horny from being packed like a well-respected sardine for hours, I suggested we go down to the floor below us where the club section of the pub was situated. The three of us went down into the dark, neon lit dancehall, and began maneuvering this new space.

The people down there seemed more outgoing than upstairs. Understandably so, the music was deafening remixes and techno blends of early 2000’s songs that everyone knew, and since the lights were much dimmer and the noise so high, perhaps everyone felt less self conscious. I got three compliments on my outfit in the first 5 minutes.

When we slid our way into the core of the dancefloor, my two classmates wrapped their arms around each other. I decided I’d give them their space and come to check in on them as the night went on.

That left me to see if the apparent confidence down here wasn’t just verbal.

***

I began to dance – first in that jumpy, pumpy sort of club way, and then with a little more gusto I focused on shaking my ass and showing myself off. I decided to let go of any expectations and just have fun looking like a slut – even if I wasn’t gonna be treated like one. But before I knew it, I felt something brush behind me. I didn’t shy away, in fact, I felt desperate. I stuck my ass out even more and it came back.

I felt a bulge underneath jeans press in between the cheeks of my ass, and then hands were around my waist. A stranger had found me on this dancefloor and was holding me against his crotch. I leaned back into him, my pussy wanting cock already. It made me arch my back and and grind into him fervently. He moved a bit timidly as we danced, testing the waters by touching me lightly in new spots before fully gripping me. He ran his hands up around my breasts, but it took a while before he grabbed hold. We pressed into each other, dancing, until I finally turned around and had maybe the sloppiest make out of my life. It was so trashy and I loved every second of it.

Eventually, I broke aside from him with a small wave, and faded into the crowd. If I was in a sort of slut-mode that night, I couldn’t just dance with one person. Besides, I had to check on my classmates who were… still in romantic embrace together. They were happy to see me, and thanked me for the courtesy, so once we touched base I went back into the crowd.

I danced with a few more guys like I did the first one. It was fun and my panties were soaked by the second one. I had no issue with this level of intimacy and didn’t need to go any further with my dance partners, but when the fourth guy found me something unexpected happened.

He had two friends.

I had seen flashes of them around before when I was dancing with one of the other guys. The tallest one had been watching and smiling, cheering me on with the crowd at one point. I remembered him because of his black beard and blue snap back, which was lucky since most other people were a blur.

I realized they had been waiting their turn.

One of the two other guys grabbed me, pressing my ass into his covered cock the way the others I had been dancing with had done. I could tell he was excited and it got me excited too – I bounced against him, leaning forward almost like we were actually fucking. He slid one hand up to my exposed belly and the other hand up to my neck lightly – both parts that all the other guys had been too afraid to touch – and pulled me up a little straighter as his friend – the tall one – moved close to me. We had drifted to a side of the dance floor and now I was basically concealed from the rest of the partiers by these three and the wall. As the tall one got close, he reached over and ran his hand right over my breasts. I gasped and pressed my chest forward, inviting him for more.

He groped down, kneading me over my shirt as his friend who I was dancing with took my hand and brought it around behind me. Still holding my neck with his other hand, he placed mine in between my ass on his crotch and his cock was so hard I could feel the outline of it through his pants as he thumped against me.

Suddenly, the tall one pinched my nipple and I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping me. I bit my lip fast – even though I had been asking for it, it was still incredibly embarrassing to be manhandled like that in public on the dancefloor. But I wasn’t quick enough and my response was invitation enough. Faster than I could process, the tall one slipped his hand under my shirt and for the first time that night, such a sensitive area was touched full contact.

I heard him make a noise too, something between a groan and a chuckle. He moved closer to me and his friend, pressing up against my side. Then, like I was a doll to be played with, he pushed my crop top up over my chest, exposing my bare breasts to the air.

“Look,” he said, turning his head in front of us and grinning, “No bra!”

In the flow of it, the ecstasy and excitement, I had been more aware of sensations than visuals. But I realized in that moment that the third guy, who had been in front of me the entire time, had been doing something different than the other two.

As my eyes adjusted, I let out a groan as I realized their friend in front of us had his phone out and was recording me on snapchat. In selfie mode, I could see my exposed chest and nipples being played with by the tall one, as the one behind me let go of my hand and reached around to the front. I watched as his hand ran around my waist and squeezed in between my legs where he started rubbing.

I threw my head back as my loudest moan yet escaped me. I was being felt up, half naked, by two strangers at the same time while their friend recorded it for others to see – and I was loving every second of it.

I started bucking uncontrollably as the one behind me pushed up my skirt and dug his hand under my tights and panties. I gasped, eyes shooting open as he slid a finger inside my soaked pussy. He laughed, and said something to his friend who was recording in Arabic, which I unfortunately don’t speak. He then started pumping vigorously and I lost it, moaning and thrashing against them in pleasure and complete humiliation. The one who was filming reached back in selfie mode and twisted the nipple that his tall friend wasn’t preoccupied with. I wined and wriggled as I felt my messy insides drip and splatter between my inner thighs.

The one behind me leaned into my neck, where one hand still stayed steady, and rested his mouth there, sucking.

That was it, I came. The tall one jumped back a bit from my violent spasms and the one filming gasped in excitement as my eyes rolled back into my head – my orgasm all on camera. The one behind me gently released his grip and I stumbled forward before tilting to lean against the club wall for support. The one filming leaned back beside me to put both of our faces in frame. I realized he was also speaking to the camera in Arabic, and I gave his audience a big smile and peace sign. I guess I just wanted them to know it had all been in good fun. And… the idea of being such a eager slut to be filmed for them turned me on immensely.

As the one filming moved away, speaking to the camera on his own now, I decided to make my exit and head back to my classmates.

It was one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to me and I’m so glad I was able to send the right signals that night to get something like that. I’ve masturbated to it still, almost a month later.

NSFW: yes

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