[F/M] Pokemon GO bar crawl turns into a wild night [Serious] | 2016

I know this sounds like an absurd story, but it's true! I'm still in disbelief myself... It feels pretty surreal. I'm not a wild girl, but I do have a bit of a deviant sexual side that revealed itself that night. First time writing a story so bear with my writing...

Warning: This will be a long one.

I went to a Pokemon GO bar crawl by myself since all my other friends had prior commitments. I was planning to just go for a couple of hours to meet new people and check out early as I needed to wake up the next morning for a long hike. I don't often go out by myself so I was a bit nervous, but I knew that with enough booze I'd be able to hopefully make new friends, as I'm relatively new to the area.

I ended up tagging along with a couple groups of people, sharing tips, our collection, catching Pokemon on lures, nerdy Pokemon stuff like that. There was one guy I met, David, who was obviously drunk out of his mind and wearing a Pokemon costume, hitting on me while his friends Ben and James watched the spectacle, completely amused. They are all in their early to mid 30's -- Ben and James are married, which was too bad since Ben was incredibly handsome: tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair. So, so handsome. We were all flirting a bit, but I thought it was mostly harmless and in good fun.

I got to know them all more anyway, going from bar to bar, catching Pokemon when we could. At one point, Ben offered some coke to me. I'm a good girl for the most part and have never really dabbled with anything beyond weed, but I couldn't resist Ben's offer, so I did a little bit. I guess this is when the night started to get a little crazy.

After drinking more at the last bar, we met up with David back at his place, meeting his roommate Tom in the process. Tom is in his late 30's at least, but the guys were telling me that he has a reputation for being a hedonist. He had lines of coke set up on the kitchen island and mostly everyone joined in on that. We were all chatting about various topics when it inevitably shifted to the sexual ones. We would talk about threesomes, and I expressed my enthusiasm about MFM ones, whereas the guys love the idea of having two women, of course. Tom asked everyone what is the kinkiest thing that everyone has done, and we went around in a circle telling our stories. Everyone's stories were pretty crazy, but for the sake of moving this story along, I'll have to skip them.

Ben to asked the next question: what's your ultimate fantasy? Tom went first, being the charming host that he is, saying that he likes to push women to their limits. He told us about how he slept with a notable local, public figure, how she relished the idea of being paid for sex, and how he loved how he pushed her limits with that. You can see how this manifests itself later. Ben, on the other hand, expressed how he likes being extremely rough in bed, including slapping (in the face), biting, etc. The thought of him being rough was really hot, and I felt like he knew very well the image he was planting into my head -- all the men did, seeing as though I was the only woman in the room. The sexual tension was palpable.

At this point, James had to leave since he had to drive home, so there was only me, Tom, Ben, and David left. David was completely gone, but still hitting on me constantly, trying to ask me on dates, saying that he'd treat me well, etc. It was hilarious to us since he was still wearing his Pokemon costume. I kept on rejecting his advances since I wasn't really attracted to him at all.

They finally got around to asking me what my fantasy was. It took a while for me to get around to telling them, since I was still pretty shy, but I eventually told them: I want my boyfriend to slut me out to other men, have them dump their cum into my holes, only for me to come back home to him and have him fuck me so that he replaces their cum with his own. The guys were shocked but visibly aroused, telling me how dirty I am, Tom asking me to come over to him and Ben. I was very reluctant but complied, they both held my hands, and he gently pushed me towards Ben. Ben took my face in his hands and kissed me, which shocked me because he's married! I wanted him the entire night, and it felt so good to know that he felt the same. His hands roamed my body while we made out, while Tom got behind me to start kissing the nape of my neck. All of this was happening while David was being drunk, high, and ridiculous in the background, but we were trying our best to ignore him. Alas, I couldn't, and I pulled back, feeling terrible that I just made out with David's married best friend right in front of him.

Tom pulled me aside and told me that he could take care of David if that is what's preventing from the threesome from happening -- the threesome that I told them earlier that I'd love to have. Still feeling reluctant and guilty, I told him that it was fine, and that I should go. Tom asked for me to stay, just for good company, which I was totally okay with. We all regained our composure and sat back down at the kitchen island. Of course, the conversation started to gravitate back towards making something happen between the all of us that night, and, this time, Tom brings money into the equation, which shocked me. He told me, verbatim, that all of them found me so incredibly hot and attractive that they would all, especially him, be willing to make bad financial decisions to have something happen. He was talking about at least a couple of grand. Seeing as though I'm well-off already with my line of work, don't need the money, and am not a fucking prostitute, I declined; however, the power of knowing that men would pay to fuck me turned me on, and I think they saw that by how flush I got.

I don't remember how it got to this point, but Tom told me to take off my cardigan and purse to get comfortable. He wasn't wrong, so I took those off. He then told how they all think I'm beautiful, that just even seeing my tits would turn them on, to convince me to take off my top. I shook my head since that'd be too embarrassing, but with their continual coaxing, especially with Ben's eyes ogling me, I slowly took off my top. They all kept on going with it, telling me how they'd spent heinous amounts of money to do dirty things to me, to take off my fucking bra like a good girl that I am. I couldn't resist the urge to show them what they wanted so I unfastened my bra and let them finally see what they wanted. There was an audible gasp, them telling me that my tits are perky and perfect, that I'm so incredibly gorgeous -- anything to have me keep going. I drew the line when they tried to convince me to take my pants off though, but being a little bit of a cocktease myself, I showed them some of my panties before I pulled my pants back up. They were extremely disappointed but respected that decision, Tom asking for me to sit back down and to close my eyes again. He told Ben to come up to me and feel my tits, which was what I was waiting for, feeling his hands touch them tenderly, pinching my nipples, while David just gawked from behind him. Tom came up and started to massage my tits too, it getting really overwhelming for me as hot as it was being objectified by a bunch of men. I had to tell them to stop and that I needed to go home. I was just simply not ready for a threesome with men that I don't really know.

Sorry to disappoint you all, but the threesome didn't happen. It doesn't end here though.

They were okay with my decision, and as I was about to leave, Ben insisted on escorting me out. I said my goodbyes and we headed to the elevator. Ben, seemingly, adjusted himself after the whole thing, making a comment about how crazy the evening was and how it stemmed from a Pokemon GO bar crawl of all things. I laughed and said that I agree, but as soon as we stepped inside the elevator, Ben pulled me in and we started to make out like crazy. We had so much pent up sexual tension from the entire night that needed to be released without hindrance of having the others around, and it felt so bad because he was a married man.

We stepped out of the elevator into the lobby corridor that led to the glass entrance, him pushing me into the wall and us still making out. It was 6AM by this point, people were passing by and could've easily glanced in to see him eventually peeling my top off and letting my tits out of my bra, taking my nipple into his mouth, me moaning to finally have his tongue circle around it. He even pulled my pants and panties down to lick my clit and wet pussy for a bit, while I tried not to look at the glass door, embarrassed yet incredibly turned on that people could see. I told him between my moans that I wanted to suck his cock, him standing back up to pull it out for me, so smooth, perfect, and hard. That was the cock I've been wanting to see all night. I took his hard-on into my slut mouth, sucking him off a bit, tonguing the head of his cock before I told him we should stop, that he was married and that people could see us. He told me that I was right, pulled me up, grabbed my hand, and lead me to the parking garage the apartment complex had in the back.

As soon as the door shut behind us and we turned a corner in the garage, he had me bent over and leaned into the wall, pulled my pants back down, and shoved his bare, hard cock into my hot pussy. I wasn't expecting that he'd have no hesitations to fuck me, especially since I'm not even on birth control, but it turned me on so much to have him take me with total abandon. The way he'd spank my ass as he shoved his length in and out of my cunt was so primal, leaving hand prints on the side of my ass, not caring that it made me yelp out loud in the empty garage. After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped, pulled his cock out, bent me even lower, and gave me two hard spanks on my ass before tucking his cock back into his briefs and pulling his pants up. I was surprised about that too, but I was okay with this since it all felt so incredibly wrong. We walked out of the garage back into the lobby corridor, making out for a few more minutes before deciding that I should leave.

So, my crazy night ended there. I know, there weren't orgasms to be had, sorry to disappoint. I really didn't think this would happen from a stupid Pokemon GO bar crawl of all things though. In hindsight, Tom and Ben must've orchestrated this as soon as we got to his apartment. I still am in contact with James on Facebook, so maybe we will all party together again down the road. Until then, I'll keep on masturbating to the thought of the night. <3