Just a few nights ago I was out on the town with my best friend. We used to go out to see how many guys we could meet and make out with at bars until I met my current boyfriend. Occasionally we would meet a guy that we really wanted and would take them home or go home with him. It has been over a year since my friend and I had a night like that.
Well a few nights ago she convinced to go out one more time for old times sake. She said, "You're not gonna have another night like this for a long time, if ever."

I dressed in a loose mid length skirt and thong, with a top to reveal a good part of my D cup breasts. We went out together and at first I felt a little awkward but it didn't take long before I was having as much fun as I ever had. After a few hours of us hitting multiple bars and making out with a few different men, she met a guy that she told me she really wanted to have sex with so I said I would find a ride home and she took off with him. That left me along at this bar for a while. Before too long a guy came over to me and we started talking. It wasn't long before we stepped out behind the bar to make out. He started groping my breasts and ass and I rubbed his crotch. He was rock hard under his jeans and I could tell he had a larger penis than my boyfriend. My boyfriend is by no means small as he is 8 inches and thick enough to satisfy. This guy however, was bigger in every way and I didn't even need to get his pants down to know that.

The thought of his big cock got me heated and wet. I couldn't restrain myself any longer and right there behind the bar I knelt down and pulled his cock out. I gaped in awe at it once it was out of his pants. His cock was huge. No less than 9 inches, but probably 10, and he was thick. I didn't waste any time though, and had him as far in my mouth as I could manage, part of his cock down my throat.

I sucked his huge member for several minutes and he asked if I could handle his big meat in a different hole. I told him there was only one way to know. I stood up and bent over and he lifted my skirt up as I pulled my thong down and off, flinging it to the ground carelessly. He pressed his massive member against my slit and gradually pushed in. At first it was difficult but once my juices flowed over him, he had less trouble.

He was almost able to get his full length inside and it felt AMAZING. I came just with his cock in me. Then he began to thrust in and out and moments later I came again. He screwed me behind the bar for at least twenty minutes. I came several times. Suddenly, his already enormous monster swelled inside me and with another thrust he shot his load of cum deep inside me. I screamed a little before I stopped myself.

He pulled out of me and a flood of his cum spilled out too but I swung around and dropped to my knees again to clean his cock off and suck out any remaining cum. Just as I was finishing him off, another guy stepped around the corner of the bar. Apparently my scream had been heard. I was too embarrassed to say anything. But my mate put his cock in his pants and walked over to the new guy and said, "You don't want to pass up on this opportunity pal." He walked away and was gone.

The new guy then stepped over in front of me still kneeling on the ground. He says, "I think I know you." And then I realized that he looked familiar too. But he figured out who I was before I could say or do anything. "Yeah, I do know you. You're Jim's daughter. I work with your father but as I recall you have a boyfriend."

I panicked. "Please don't tell anyone. I didn't mean for it to go that far."

"Well," He smiled, "there is one way to convince me not to tell your dad or boyfriend."

"Oh pleased,' I pleaded, "I'll do it. I'll suck your cock if you just don't tell."

To my surprise he said that wasn't going to be enough. In my panic I pleaded, almost crying, and said I would suck every guy's cock in the bar it he just didn't tell anyone. He accepted the deal and in the process turned me into a whore that night. He pulled his own cock out and I sucked it as good as I had ever sucked any cock, hoping maybe if I did good enough he would just let me leave. I got him off after only a few minutes but he didn't let me go. He ordered me to wait there and after a couple minutes a new guy stepped outside followed by the other guy. He ordered me to suck this guy's cock while he watched.

I sucked more cocks than I can count, swallowing some guy's cum, others blowing their loads on my face or boobs. It went on for two hours at least. Despite my distress and worry and especially guilt, I found myself kinda enjoying it as it happened. When it was finally over, I was too tired and worried to care about cleaning up. I called a cab and went straight home. I cried myself to sleep that night and woke up with dry cum from at least a dozen guys on me. I never got my thong back, my shirt was torn and my bra and skirt were soaked with cum. I threw those clothes away and showered for a long time. As guilty as I felt that night and the next morning, I find myself wanting to go do it again. I actually enjoyed sucking off so many guys and being used like that. Every time I think about it I get hot and wet. I haven't told my boyfriend anything but I did tell me best friend everything and she now wants to try it too. She asked me to go out again next week and the two of us suck as many guys off as show up. I feel guilty for cheating because I agreed to go out again.