I'm sharing this (slightly embellished, but mostly true) story so I never forget all the gritty details that added up to the most exciting nights out of my life! I hope to be able to share more stories with you in the future, but in the meantime please like my story and be gentle in the comments - No judgement please!
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Remember the days when you could post an online ad looking for sex? You know, the good ole "W4M" or "W4MM" categories that we've all secretly looked at, posted or responded to at some point in our lives? Did anyone else's sex-life seriously take a hit when this shit was taken down off the wonderful world wide web? Here's the thing, I didn't need these ads to find a willing partner - In fact, I've learned that being a petite asian woman means never having to wonder if a man wants to fuck you. It seems like 80% of the male population has an asian fetish (and the remaining 20% still want to get in my pants). They're all drawn to my dark almond eyes, long dark hair that falls beneath my C-cup breasts and perky little booty that stays in shape from running and yoga. But just because a guy is attracted to you, doesn't mean he's going to fuck you the way you need it. I've also learned that most men have average sized cocks and would rather have "vanilla sex" than partake in any of my twisted fantasies - Public play, group play, rape roleplay and consensual non-consent!
Enter the internet. I could respond to any ad I wanted or post an ad of my own, an avenue to successfully find like-minded partners to meet up and rape roleplay with me, sometimes in public like a parking lot or public park. In fact, if you've ever lived south-east and came across an ad titled "Asian Slut looking for bbc gang to use me" that was probably me trying to get my Friday evening started! MMmmmm yes, I very much enjoyed being thoroughly used by sexually dominant men.
Sigh, those were the days. Then I moved to a brand new city on the other side of the country and my favorite website was taken down. Goodbye my dear sex-craved freaky friends. I was too shy to venture out alone in a new city. I often thought about dressing like a slut and venturing out to some downtown dive bar looking for trouble, but my conscience wouldn't allow it. So instead I resorted to my trusty reliable vibrator (hitachi wand to be more exact). I joined a singles dating site and went through all the first-date-motions, but found myself in the same situation as before - I couldn't find a man open to degrading me, calling me filthy names or using me roughly while I beg for mercy. Instead I was gently spread open by average sized cocks who pumped me for 5 minutes in 1 position before exploding into a condom! I always drove home with an aching pussy, aching to cum or aching to squirt. I'd end the night with my wand pressed tightly around my little clit while pulling and twisting my own nipples, finally getting the release I needed. But it wasn't the same. I needed one of those earth-shattering orgasms where my vagina walls flex uncontrollably and liquid shoots 3 feet in the air then soaks me so much that I need a towel to clean up. I needed it bad.
I missed being the center of attention. I missed having multiple men man-handle my tender flesh. I missed being held down by strong hands while different cocks tore my pussy apart as I came repeatedly. I couldn't post an ad seeking this kind of rough play anymore and I didn't know anyone within a 100 mile radius who could introduce me to like-minded people. Then one evening while I was browsing the internet, I came across a local swingers website. At the very least I thought this could be my foot in the door to meet someone who might be into consensual nonconsent. I've found swingers to be some of the most non-judgemental people in the world, people who don't gawk and run when I proposition them to be my new play-rapist! So I filled out their "Request to Join" form and attached a couple PG-13 pictures of me (summer recently ended and I had some great pics of me in my bathing suit or in slutty low-cut tank tops and short shorts).
The next day I received an email from the group manager. We set up a phone appointment so he could "vet" me over the phone. It was the easiest 10 minute conversation ever - Jerome just wanted to get to know me better. He asked about my job, my (non-existent) love life, my hobbies and interests and overall what I was looking to get out of the group. I answered all his questions honestly, admitting that I wasn't looking for anything serious but wanted to enjoy the company of other open-minded people who could introduce me to the local scene. Either he liked my answers or he liked my skimpy two-piece bathing suit photo because he jumped at the opportunity to invite me to their upcoming Halloween party!
"Halloween FuckFest" was just a couple days away. They reserved an entire hotel to throw a full-on swingers bash! Jerome hired a DJ and caterer for the event and organized contests for the best costume and best decorated room. Hundreds of people had already signed up, a mix of couples and single ladies/men. All the hotel rooms were reserved, but they were still accepting registrations for anyone who just wanted to attend the party. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress-up in a slutty costume so I registered right then and there during my phone "vetting" appointment! Jerome gave me the address and told me to show up anytime after 4pm, but suggested I get there before the "live show" at 11pm.
I only had a couple days to put together a costume. I decided to go as a nerd (cuz ya know, I'm asian and all) since I already had pieces to put the costume together. I tussled my long hair in loose curls and did some over-the-top makeup that had a "dark and smokey look" to accent my dark almond-shaped eyes. I stretched a tiny lace see-through long sleeve crop-top over my breasts, without wearing a bra. My hard nipples poked through the thin fabric and the lace barely covered my hard brown buds. The crop-top was so tiny that the under-half of my boobs peaked out from below. My flat stomach was completely bare. I pulled a tiny black mini skirt up my freshly shaved legs and over my hips. Believe me when I say it's a mini skirt, it was seriously like 6 inches long. Everytime I took a step it would ride up my legs, slightly exposing my bald pussy lips and round asscheeks. Naturally, I chose to go panty-less. I wanted anyone and everyone to have easy access. There was a pair of brand new black heels in my closet, super sexy ones with straps that crossed around my ankles. Even with the 4 inch heels, I was just barely over 5 feet tall. As I admired myself in the mirror, I added the finishing touches - A pair of nerd glasses and plaid red suspenders to cover my little nipples. I looked like a walking sex doll. I was 100% certain I'd get fucked that night.
I left my place at 9:30pm, ready for a new and exciting adventure! The hotel was an hour drive from my apartment and I seriously regretted not bringing a towel with me. My bare pussy leaked in anticipation and my juices soaked the leather car seat the entire drive there. I had no idea what to expect, I had never been to a hotel party before, especially not without an escort to protect me and introduce me to others. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I drove closer and closer to the hotel. It was kind of like an entire hour of foreplay, my imagination running wild, just thinking about the activities I could get myself into. I finally pulled up to the hotel and parked my car. I took a few deep breaths, checked my makeup in the rear-view mirror then stepped out of the car and walked towards the front entrance of the hotel. It wasn't a huge hotel (or a nice one at that), 3 levels total with probably 25 rooms on each floor. The parking lot was packed though, so I knew the party must be going strong!
Walking up to the entrance, I could have been mistaken for a hooker. I let my hips sway side to side naturally as I strutted in my high heels and stuck my chest out slightly so my tits would bounce with each step. Two guys dressed as cops stood by the front door and their mouths literally dropped as I walked in. "Holy shit, look at this, mmm mmmmmm" I heard them whisper to each other. Considering how packed the lot was I expected there to be more people in the lobby, but it was basically empty. I could hear music playing upstairs so I took the elevator to the 2nd floor hoping to find more people. As I stepped off the elevator I saw a hallway of rooms to my left and right. At the center was an open banquet space with tables of catered food, snacks and desserts set out. Every now and then I saw a couple run down the hallway or across the hall to another room, bouncing around in their scantily-clad costumes or lingerie. There weren't many people milling about so I assumed everyone had picked partners and settled in for the evening. It was 10:30pm and I didn't want to leave yet, especially after driving all this way. I sat in a leather armchair near the elevators as I wondered if I had come too late and should just head home. I noticed a black guy standing about 15 feet away from me, near the punch and mixer table. I guessed him to be 5'10" with a heavy build (kind of like a linebacker) and maybe in his early/mid 40s. He was devouring me with his eyes. Dude didn't even try to hide it, he just kept looking me up and down while licking his lips and rubbing his large hands together.
He walked right up to me. "Damn girl, you here all by yourself?"
"Yep. I was hoping to make some new friends tonight," I told him. "I'm Leila."
He introduced himself as Tony and said he was a regular at these types of events after getting into the scene 5 years ago. He also told me all the action was going down on the 3rd floor. He took my hand and pulled me off the chair and into the elevator, heading one floor up. As the doors opened, I saw absolute madness. Half naked men and women, ages 30 - 50 were dancing in the halls, spilling out of the ballroom where the DJ was blasting music. Everyone had a plastic cup in hand as they grinded on and openly groped each other. Tony put his arm around me and lead me down the hall. He introduced me to a few of his friends. Every man we walked passed stared at me. I felt like a piece of meat. A piece of meat that Tony was very proudly showing off.
Random people handed me cups of jungle juice. I needed it to help me relax. It was clear most of the women despised me, but their husbands couldn't take their eyes off me. We "toured" the rooms participating in the decoration contest and took shots of liquor in every room. Tony stayed glued to my side. I'm pretty sure he was making sure I didn't try to run off with someone else. Ohhh no, he wasn't letting me go anywhere until he got what he wanted from me. I was about 5 shots in when I started stumbling and Tony noticed. We continued walking down the hallway where it was less crowded when Tony stopped outside of his room and invited me in. I happily accepted.
"So how far are you willing to go tonight?" he asked.
