Hi there, I'm Jackie a 27-year old single chick who's an office worker during the week and somewhat of a party animal on the weekends. Saturday night is our favorite time to go to the dance club, it's a time to let our hair down and enjoy ourselves.
Who we go home with is anyone's guess. My girlfriend calls me a slut sometimes but she is just as bad as we have been known to often take a guy that we fancy off the dance floor into one of the bathroom stalls and have him bang us while stood up against the wall. Then with our panties in our purse or left in his pocket we would later delight in talking about the juicy cum that was leaking down our inner thighs.
The following depicts the events that surrounded a very recent Saturday night:
My girlfriend Cheryl who is 28 years old and just one year older than me had met a guy on the dance floor. Later she told me she would be going home with him soon, so that had left me pretty well alone at the table with another round of drinks. Shit I thought its only 1 o'clock in the morning, but I'll just finish these drinks and leave.
I loved to get laid on a weekend but this night was a bit unusual, I just wasn't into latching onto a guy tonight. I don't know why, maybe it was because I had dumped the guy that I was seeing a week ago.
But like old faithful, that guy was at the dance and he had brought us two rounds of drinks, which were starting to take an effect on me I knew, as I already had problems sitting up straight.
Once I had finished the next to the last drink and sat back again, the room was starting to spin a little and I only just made it to the bathroom before I threw up. Still I did have a good time, I loved to dance and I also loved the strong heavy beat of the canned music that they played.
It was just that sometimes I didn't know when to refuse drinks and I would often get well and truly plastered, such as that night when IT HAPPENED.
I picked up my purse and stumbled to my feet then made for the front door and as soon as I stepped out on the street and into the fresh air I felt weird and dizzy so I leaned against a windowsill.
I don't know how long I had half stood or half sat there with my hair covering half of my face, but when my eyes focused I saw a taxi and waved both arms, almost falling on the pavement as I lost my balance.
The taxi stopped and I was only maybe 7 feet from the backdoor but my legs didn't seem to want to go that way. Luckily the driver who looked like an old black dude got out and opened the backdoor then assisted me to get inside the cab.
"Where to Miss?" I heard him say and I blurted out my address.
The next thing I knew he was helping me out of the back of the cab. I heard the door slam and then he was supporting me as I part walked and part dragged my feet up the few steps to my first floor apartment.
He must have had the keys as I was suddenly inside and stumbling towards the bedroom as he still supported me by the shoulder or whatever.
Now at this point, YOU will have to be patient with me because I was drifting in and out of awareness for several hours.
I vaguely remember sitting on the edge of the bed while he pulled off my shoes and then in one swift move like some kind of magician he had my dress up and over my head. But I didn't seem to care even though I was bra less and just wearing a little thong and thigh- high-stockings.
This is where things got a little hazy because I'm still sat on the edge of the bed and I'm fumbling with a zipper. Next thing I did remember was putting this big shiny black cock in my mouth but I have no idea if I got him off or not.
Then suddenly I was in the bathroom sat on the toilet peeing and holding onto whatever I could hold as the room kept spinning around and around. Again I think the shiny black cock was still in front of me and I was trying again to get it in my mouth. I know I saw my thong style panties lying on the floor but I couldn't get them back on for the life of me so I gave up trying.
The next recollection was being in bed and staggering out of it when I needed to throw up again. I must have slept five or ten minutes, I don't know, knelt on the bathroom floor with my head on the edge of the toilet. What I do know is that my pussy was as wet as the ocean and sticky slimy juice was dribbling down my inner thighs.
Somehow I managed to get back into bed and was already sleeping. I was so comfortable curled up in the fetal position that I didn't even move as this thick cock slid inside my wet pussy from behind. The guy pushed for all he was worth until he grabbed my butt really tight and kept pumping and pumping as he shot his load deep inside my pussy. All I know then is that I was so comfortable that I could have slept in exactly that position for a week.
Sometime later things were a fraction clearer as I opened my eyes and saw nothing but blackness, but at least the room wasn't spinning. I was laid on my back with my legs spread wide open and some guy was on top of me pumping his cock into me like his life depended on it and I remember that I really liked it very much.
I could hear him grunting and groaning as he thrusted inside me while his sweat dripped down onto my face, but that didn't bother me as I was on the brink of orgasm and pushing back into him as fast as I could.
I couldn't move my hands too far as they seemed to be somewhat restrained but I just gave in and ricocheted from orgasm to orgasm. His grunts and groans turned into deep-throated moans as he started to ejaculate and then he thrusted spasmodically as he tried so hard to drive his cock all the way up to my tonsils. Little by little he slowed to a stop and then withdrew his wet dripping cock and it dragged all over my thighs sending chills down my spine.
I felt a little disappointed until I felt his mouth on my pussy as he lapped every square inch and pulled on my clit with his lips. It was more than enough stimulation to make me arch my back and thrust into his face. When his fingers pushed inside me it was overwhelming and moments later I orgasmed again.
