I am Mahia, 20 years old from Bangladesh and I become a crazy little whore every once in a while. This one is such a night. Drunk and wasted, Sathil pushed me against the walls of the stranger’s washroom, his hands caressing my little curves while drinking me in with his tongue. I could feel his member against my pelvis, more than ready to push into my wet vagina.  The lust and inebriation had thrown us in a daze, such that we didn’t mind our surroundings in the washroom anymore. The loud music played on and thumped against the back of my skull, as he kissed and sucked on my neck and the wetness of his saliva tugged at whatever senses remained after drowning myself in cheap beer. Before we knew it, we were gasping for breath and our bodies were intertwined; my crotch looking for solace by grinding against his bulge. And somewhere in the battle for some more air in our passionate ride, I heard him whisper, ‘I love you’. And that managed to tick even my numb brain off. I broke my tongue free of his and my hands started struggling with his confused hands. The tussle distorting his face in sudden confusion, only for him to slowly realize that he had brought love into a picture that I wanted to be painted purely with the colors of unadulterated adultery. kolej escort bayan He resented the disappointment that it brought into me, but there was nothing left to say as I’d already started walking away and out of the washroom to the party. I still didn’t know whose party I was in, but I didn’t really care.  I’d followed Sathil into this mess of sweaty bodies, trying to hump and grind their way into pleasure to the groove of intoxicating music, for some recklessness. But ‘love’ was a road too reckless even for me that night. So I wriggled my way in the crowd and decided to enter a room whose door was crowded and overflowing with men howling in amusement. After making my way through the bottleneck crowd, I realized that there were only a handful of people inside the room.  It took me a while to realize what was happening in the half-empty room that was being watched by at least three times the number of people from the door. It looked like an episode of a gang-bang first, but I realized that the music in the room was oriental and the girl in the centre of the room was too busy taking turns in choking over the penises of five men around her. I assumed that this was a bukkake arrangement, and I decided in my drunken rage that the girl Escort sihhiye wasn’t doing a job good enough for a crowd so amused. If cum eating was what they wanted, I decided that I could give them a better show. So I started stripping carelessly and drunkenly, and almost tripped over my own pants as I could hear men whistling to my now naked body. The men turned away from the girl in surprise and confusion, only to hear me say, “Go away, girl. Let me do this.” She didn’t like how I waved my hand at her to throw her out of the spotlight, so she scowled and let out a small whine with a dick still in her mouth. But I didn’t care; I was mad and wanted distraction from the recent strike of unwanted love from a sincere man I had been playing around with.  I was mad at myself for being so incapable of love, so this was my way of defeating the idea of love and giving it a symbolic ‘fuck you’ by choking on strangers’ penises. There’s nothing twisted about the idea to me, especially when I’m tripping over air in drunkenness. So I grabbed hold of one of the penises being rubbed by its owners hands and waiting to be sucked by an inviting mouth and took it in my mouth. Before I knew it, there were three more naked men waiting around me to be played with, sincan escort and I couldn’t care any less about the girl I’d stolen all the attention from. I took a break from sucking the dick to spit on my hands and grabbed hold of two other dicks, and went back to choking on the first dick. The choking made my eyes tear up and I must have tugged a little too hard on the other two dicks with my hands in a reflex. I could feel the men wince in pain. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and mouthed a small, cute ‘sorry’ to one of the hurt men. Or at least, I tried to be cute. I tried not to worry too much about what my face looked like now – wasted and choking on multiple dicks. But I tried being cute while mouthing my apology anyway and took his dick in my mouth, and my hands started looking for another pair of dicks. My drunken brain was starting to take mental notes of how I had to take turns and please all the men in the queue. Now that I look back in sobriety, I realize I’m quite mentally competent even in drunkenness.  It was a bit tiring- occupying both my hands with handjobs and choking on one. It was proving to be worth something as they began tightening up towards their climaxes, and one by one, cumshots started pouring in my direction. One even made sure to pull my mouth open to make sure that I’d be eating the cum. They started spacing away, breathing heavily and one even collapsing on a bean bag. I wiped some of the cum off my mouth and turned to look at the crowd.