OMG, last night was insane, I hardly ever drink, but I was feeling wild and spontaneous with my girls, so I let loose and got absolutely hammered. It turned me on so much, that horny drunk haze... but everything went blank after a certain point. Something crazy happened, and waking up this morning? I was throbbing, soaked, and buzzing with this dark, delicious rush.
I came to in a stranger's house, alone in a bedroom, my head pounding from the hottest girl hangover ever. As the fog cleared, I realized my panties were missing, my top pulled down exposing my tits, my dress hiked up around my waist... and my tight young pussy was absolutely loaded with thick, gooey cum, swollen, sticky, dripping. I had zero clue what happened, but the shock of it all? It turned me on instantly. This has always been a deep fantasy, getting so drunk I black out, completely helpless, used without knowing... no limits, just taken.
I couldn't resist, I snapped some pics of my messy, cum-filled pussy (you know the ones on my OF
). Then I stumbled to my feet, searching for my panties. Couldn't find them at first, but there they were across the room, crumpled and soaked in cum, with this weird vodka smell clinging to them. I slipped them on anyway, the sticky fabric sliding against my bruised lips... mmm. As I fixed my dress, I noticed a massive dried load splattered across the front, and in the mirror? Cum matted in my hair, streaks on my face. OMFG, I was an absolute wreck, disheveled, degraded, marked, and I loved it. Hungover as hell, but I've never felt so alive, so energized by the mystery. Not knowing who, how many, what they did... it was intoxicating.
I tried to sneak out quietly, but nope, walked into the living room where four guys and a girl were cleaning up. Total strangers, but they all cheered, "There she is, the life of the party!" I blushed hard, sober me is shy, especially covered in evidence like that, but I smiled shyly and bolted out the front door.
Posted those wake-up pussy pics on Onlyfans right away, then spent the day texting everyone to piece together the night. When the story came flooding in... I couldn't believe it. Scared, queasy, excited, horny all at once, that rush is everything. What a wild, amazing experience. What kind of crazy slut am I? Hehe.
Here's how it all went down, pieced from eyewitnesses, since I remember nothing past the shots...
Started at my girlfriend Claire's with Sarah and Steph. We were tipsy on TikTok live when some random invited us to a party. None of us knew the host, but it was close, so we Ubered over. Omg it was a Mansion and raging, maybe 400 people, free drinks everywhere. We danced, drank, partied hard. As always when I drink, I got superrrr horny, but my Master wasn't there 
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After an hour sweating on the dancefloor, I needed air. Sat by the fire pit around 1am, texting a local guy from my OF about my longtime fantasy: getting black-out drunk, passing out, someone taking full advantage, no rules, just using my helpless body. Perfect time to live it, right? Gave him the address, told him to find me passed out and do whatever... but he chickened out. Typical, men, grow some balls and show up!
But there's one man who's fearless, who I can always count on. Texted my Daddy: I'd be passed out drunk in a specific room in two hours, come do anything, no limits, whatever he wants. Told him how horny I was, how the idea of being out cold while people used me drove me wild. He agreed... and that's where the real fun began.
Told Sarah my plan, get me super drunk, tuck me into that room safe. She promised. Then we hammered shots... and blacked out.
What happened next? Oh boi, here we go!
Apparently I was the star, twerking on guys, body shots off men, then laying on the kitchen bench letting them lick vodka shots off me. Apparently, I flashed the whole party, pulled my panties aside so two guys could suck shots straight from my pussy, OMG, that explains the vodka smell! Life of the party, when sober me is so shy and reserved. Drunk me is hilarious... and hot.
My girls always have my back, they make sure my wild plans happen. Eventually, I was stumbling, trying to sleep on stairs while three guys groped me, trying to "wake" me. Sarah scooped me up, carried me to the room, left me passed out on the bed.
Then my man arrived...
He came upstairs, found me out cold, skirt already up around my waist. Three guys in the room, two chatting at the foot of the bed, one standing over me stroking his rock-hard cock, staring at my exposed panties.
My man: "I'm her boyfriend, what the fuck are you doing?"
They went pale. The two explained: Earlier, during body shots, I'd made them promise to come up once I was passed out, stand around wanking, cum all over me, then leave. "We're so sorry, man."
Daddy laughed, "Yeah, that sounds exactly like drunk Gimpy." He checked on me, tried waking me, no response, dead to the world but still fine, only passed out. The guys apologized, started leaving... but he stopped them. "Why not stay and do what the lady asked? Don't disappoint her."
Their faces lit up. "You sure?" "She asked you to, go for it." Rules: Touch her, finger her, cum on her... but no fucking.
Instantly, they surrounded the bed, pants off. My man sat in a chair to watch. Pulled my top down to free my tits, hiked my skirt higher, exposed my panties fully.
They stroked over my limp, drunk body, one squeezing my tits, another licking fingers and plunging deep into my pussy (warming me up for Daddy, perfect), the third rubbing his balls across my sleeping face. Fifteen minutes of using me like meat, helpless and out.
First, the ball-rubber moaned, unloading thick ropes into my hair, yep, that's how it got there 
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Then the other two synced up, one exploding across my dress, the cheeky one positioning between my legs, pressing his knob against my panties, soaking them with his load through the fabric.
They thanked my man profusely and left. He checked me again, then... went hunting. I said no limits, anything goes, so he decided to share me properly.
He found the oldest guy at the party (he knows I crave mature cock, not these young ones, I just let them cum on me). My Stag led him upstairs. The old guy saw me passed out, cum-glazed, got nervous, but Daddy showed him my texts, consent was clear. Lol his pants came off in seconds, of course!
They both hovered over my messy body, cocks throbbing. Touching me together, then Daddy slid my soaked panties off, tossed them across the room.
"Tell you what, we'll take turns." Dassy said, then he pulled my lifeless legs to the bed edge, spread me wide. "In you go, I'll hold her open."
The old man didn't hesitate, shoved his huge cock (8.5-9 inches, Daddy said) into my comatose pussy. Glad I was out; that size usually wrecks me. Daddy held my legs as the old used me like a pocket pussy.
After watching the old man plow my helpless body for a while, my Daddy wanted his turn. He told the old man to swap places, now holding my limp legs wide open while Daddy plunged deep into my slick, used pussy. I was so wet from everything already, he easily slipped three fingers alongside his thick cock as he fucked me... and that sparked the perfect idea.
They repositioned my lifeless, drunk little body on my side, folding my knees up to my chest for the best access. Then, both men squeezed their throbbing cocks into my stretched, soaked pussy at the same time, double vaginal, filling me utterly while I lay there completely out.
They started gentle, careful not to wake me, but the excitement took over fast. Feeling their hard shafts rubbing against each other inside my tight walls, they couldn't hold back, they pounded me hard, relentlessly. My head flopped around with every thrust, but I didn't stir once. Deep in that alcohol coma, just as I'd planned... hehe.
The old man couldn't take it anymore, he groaned and exploded deep inside me, pumping thick ropes that I couldn't feel but overflowed anyway, warm cum rolling out and trickling down my ass cheek as Daddy kept thrusting through the mess. The old man pulled out, stunned and so grateful. Turns out he owned the house, the party was for his son. "You're welcome back anytime," he said breathlessly. "I'll make sure she's safe." He was over the moon... I made his whole year with my helpless little pussy. Old men never forget me like this .
Now Daddy wanted me all to himself. He flipped my limp body onto my back, spreading my legs eagle-wide. He stepped back for a moment, just admiring the destruction: me passed out cold, tits exposed, skirt bunched up, fingered raw, fucked thoroughly, DVP'd, loads dried in my hair, splattered on my dress and panties, and now leaking deep from my swollen hole. "I've never seen you look prettier," he murmured, voice thick with lust.
He climbed on top, mounting me savagely, and fucked me hard, claiming me over everyone else, until he unleashed his massive alpha load, pumping it deep, deep into my drunken, throbbing pussy, marking me as his forever.
He lay atop me afterward, catching his breath in heavy pants, our sweaty skin sticking together. Then he rolled off, stood up, and admired his work once more. I looked too perfect like this, destroyed, glazed, the ultimate gangbang slut from my filthiest fantasies. He decided not to clean me up at all; he left me exactly that way, messy, filled to overflowing, exposed and used, and headed out to share a scotch with the old man, proud of his little whore.
And that's precisely how I woke up hours later: cum everywhere, hair matted, dress stained, pussy aching and absolutely packed full, swollen lips dripping evidence. No memory of any of it... OMFG, so hot, so scary, such an intoxicating rush!
I tried to sneak out quietly... but little did I know, my Daddy had stayed all night, helping clean the yard, watching over me protectively, ready to drive his used-up girl home safe. Instead, I called an Uber, still cum-soaked, hair tangled and sticky, reeking of raw sex. The driver kept stealing glances in the mirror, no doubt thinking, "This one's had a rough night." I couldn't resist; I discreetly slipped my fingers between my thighs in the back seat, feeling all that thick mess inside, way too much for just one man. That's when I knew there was so much more to the story... and it made me even wetter, throbbing all over again.
Finally home, I texted everyone frantically to piece it together... and now here I am, spilling every filthy detail for you.
That was my Saturday night, one I'll never actually remember, but one I'll never, ever forget.
Gimpy G xx
My afterthoughts:
Waking up so utterly used and marked, filled by strangers and my Daddy alike, completely helpless with no say, just a limp drunk toy for their primal pleasure, it's everything I've always craved deep down. That mix of fear and filthy, euphoric excitement, knowing he orchestrated it all to bring my darkest fantasy to life while keeping me safe the whole time... it's a high I'll chase forever. Feeling their evidence leak out of me all day, smiling secretly at the sweet degradation, the ache between my legs reminding me, I was made for this. What a perfect, terrifying, blissful rush. xx