New Years Eve Regret
(MF, nc, alcohol)
Laurie stirred groggily as the morning light streamed in through the window blinds. It was New Year's morning and as she slowly gathered her thoughts she suddenly realized that she was in her bedroom, but couldn't remember how she'd gotten home from the party the night before.
As Laurie sat up she winced at the throbbing in her head and from the ache throughout her body, it was like she'd been in a boxing match and lost the fight. Then as Laurie pulled the blanket back to get out of bed, she saw an arresting sight. She froze as she stared at her naked body and the dried and crusted cum spread all over her pubic area and down her thighs.
She gasped in surprise and shock and furiously began to sort through her muzzy brain as to what had happened to her the night before. She'd gone to the Humped Camel around 7 last night to join her friends from work for a celebratory dinner. They were all from General Strategies, a contract engineering company and even though she was the only woman in the work group, at least two of the other 7 guys at the party had their wives along.
What could have happened to put her in this disgusting state? Laurie stumbled into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The white crusty mess was smeared all over her pubic hair and on her stomach and thighs. It looked like she'd been used by a dozen men or more. There were even bite marks on her neck and breasts!
"Christ! What happened to me last night?" Laurie wailed as she turned on the shower and stepped into the steaming spray and vigorously scrubbed the scummy coating from her flesh, sobbing all the while.
Finally the water temperature began to cool and Laurie knew that she would have to leave the protection of the soap and water and face what had happened to her. She firmly shut of the shower and stepped from the stall and viperously dried herself off.
Minutes later she was still standing in front of the mirror cataloging all the different marks on her skin. She could see bruises and bite makes and even what looked kike a cigarette burn on her left inner thigh. What had happened to her?
Finally Laurie tore herself away from the mirror and donned a robe and sat on the edge of her bed to think. Had her fellow workers gang raped her? Hadn't the wives been there? How could this have happened without her being able to remember anything about it?
Then a memory flashed through her mind. It was a fuzzy memory of one of the guys and his wife saying that things were getting a little out of hand and that they were going to leave. Laurie could clearly remember Jon's wife offering her a ride home and her refusal. She could also remember Carolyn, Jon's wife, saying that she though everyone had had way too much to drink.
Laurie cringed as she remembered her response to the woman. She'd said something like "Don't be such a party pooper, New Years Eve only comes once a year and I'm having too much fun to leave now."
Suddenly she remembered that Barry, her assistant, had put his arm around her shoulders and was agreeing with her drunkenly. And another image came into her throbbing head, Barry's hand had slipped up under her skirt shortly after that.
Laurie, lay back on the bed with an arm over her eyes, trying to concentrate. What had she done? Hadn't she put Barry in his place? Then she groaned as she remembered that she hadn't told him off, that she'd actually pulled the fly to his pants open and shoved her hand into his pants while he'd done the same to her with his hand.
"Oh god!" Laurie moaned. She'd just remembered something else. It was probably a while later when the other couple got up and left the party. She vaguely remembered them leaving and the look on the wife's face as she left the room. She'd looked back at Laurie as she turned to go, and that look, Laurie realized, was saying "You're a slut, and you deserved whatever happens to you."
"Fuck! What did I do?" Laurie rolled over on the bed and hugged herself. Could she ever face everyone at work again? How embarrassing. Then another stray memory flashed through her mind. She was lying on the bench seat of a large booth, still at the restaurant and someone was on top of her. It was Barry! Was it Barry? Fuck! It was Barry and he was screwing her! How could she have let him do that? And in front of everyone?!
It was true though and she knew it. She had wanted him to fill her up. She'd needed a good riding and she'd let him do it in front of anyone who was there. "God, what have I done?!" Laurie moaned again, squirming in extreme embarrassment at the brazen sluttiness she must have exhibited.
Finally Laurie gave up the pointless recriminations and got up and dressed. She would have to go into work later today and face everyone but for the moment she needed coffee and something to eat, she felt like she hadn't eaten in a month.
As Laurie reached for the coffee to put into the auto brewer, she stood frozen as another memory wormed its way to the surface. She clearly remembered the moment when Barry and cum in her. His body had tensed and he'd thrust deeply into her and groaned as he filled her to the hilt. Her face flushed as she remembered that moment. She'd hugged him to herself and ground her pussy against his pubic bone, gasping in pleasure as she'd cummed too. "God! Did I really do that? And in front of people too?" she mumbled as she reached for a coffee filter.
As Laurie sat at the kitchen table and sipped her coffee waiting for her pop tart to toast, another embarrassing memory forced its way into her consciousness. It was suddenly obvious to her that after Barry had cum in her another man had taken his place. God! Had she just lain there and let that happen?
The answer was yes, she could remember the feeling of the naugahide seat beneath her and the sticky feeling of her sweaty skin against it as someone else moved over her splayed body and the feeling of his body coming to rest on top of hers.
In the light of day Laurie couldn't imagine letting something like this happen to her. She was a sensible woman and normally even a bit reserved. She guessed that the combination of too much alcohol and not having gotten any sex for so many months, had worked it magic on her and made her throw all caution to the wind.
She couldn't remember which one of her colleagues had been next, but she could remember herself gurgling with pleasure as he thrust deeply in and out of her, grunting with the effort. She could even remember herself urging him on with gross comments like; "Faster! Harder! Fuck my brains our stud!" How could she have done that? What was I thinking?
That was the problem, she hadn't been thinking she had been into the physical pleasure, the excitement of fucking guys in front of other guys. It came to her that the exhibitionism was what made her so horny and willing. To know that all those men wanted to fuck her, they were hot for her body and she could let them have her or not, as she chose.
Only it appeared that she'd let them all have her. Laurie couldn't remember how many men had fucked her the night before, but she had a hazy recollection that probably everyone there had had a go at her. What a disgusting whore she was. How could she ever get past this one act of stupidity?
Laurie dropped her pop tart onto her plate and sat staring into the middle-distance as another memory flashed across her brain. Brian. God Brian was there! Brian, who she'd been dating. Brian who she wouldn't let get to third base because she wanted his respect.
God! Brian had fucked her! She could just remember that he'd been riding her pussy like all the rest, she remembered him saying, "Finally, I get to fuck you Laurie. Why did you make me wait all this time and then give it up to everyone. What a fucking slut you are." She remembered him saying that as he pounded his dick deep into her, holding her hips and pulling her up against him like she was a rag doll as he thrust into her.
"Well, I guess I can kiss Brian goodbye," Laurie said to herself as she leaned forward, head in hands feeling total despair.
As Laurie reluctantly dragged herself to her car and started the 15 minute commute to work, another memory popped into her head. "Oh fuck!" They'd been kicked out of the restaurant and carried on their little fuckfest in the field out behind the building. She'd lain there playing the willing slut to their lust. "How could I have done that?" she said aloud again for what seemed like the hundredth time.
As Laurie pulled her little red Mustang into the parking lot of General Strategies, she slowed her car to a crawl. How could she face her colleagues after what she'd done. How would they treat her now that most of them had used her body like a fucking whore. "Oh gawd!" she wailed and slammed her fist into the steering wheel.
She slumped over the wheel reliving what she could remember of the night before. 'What a fucking disaster,' she though. 'I will never go to another New Years Eve party again. For that matter I don't think I'll ever go to any party again.'
As Laurie walked into the building, images on naked male flesh, hard thrusting rampant appendages floated through her mind. Even though she couldn't remember who had fucked her, she did remember bits and pieces, moments of pleasure and pain. She just wished that she could remember the whole thing.
Finally the moment of retribution. Laurie pushed the glass door to the engineering office inward and walked past the receptionist's desk. Down the hall, past the other engineer's offices. Then she was face to face with Barry. Fucking Barry. The son of a bitch who had started it all.
To Laurie's amazement, Barry just offered her a blaze' greeting. He looked like he had a painful headache and didn't want to be at work at all. Laurie stood there waiting for a leer or a suggestive comment. Something like, "Man Laurie, you where smokin' last night!" Be he just shuffled back to his office and shut his door.
Laurie was speechless. The bastard had just treated her like normal, like nothing had happened. Was the sex with her so blah that he didn't think it merited comment?
As Laurie was about to enter her office, she heard a voice calling her. It was Brian. 'Oh fuck, here we go,' she thought. Steeling herself, Laurie trudged down the hall to Brian's office. What could she say? How could she explain her behavior?
Brian ushered her into his office and shut the door. He indicated that she should sit and Laurie took a seat grateful to take the leaden weight off her body and slumped in the chair.
"Boy Laurie, you look all out this morning. I told you you should have lain off the booze a little."
Laurie looked into Brian's eyes with a real sense of loss. How could they ever get together now like normal people, after what she'd done? Then Brian said a curious thing.
"You were wonderful last night. It was worth it to wait until you were ready. I don't think I've ever had better sex than I did with you last night. Man, that role playing stuff you came up with was so hot, it made me so horny that I came 5 times. You were wonderful Laurie, you really where."
Laurie sat there and stared at Brian's happy face. He looked like he had been made king of England with all the money and prestige that comes with it. What was he saying? Was he saying that he didn't mind that she'd screwed all those other guys? Was he that big of a perv?
Finally Laurie was able to speak. "Brian... you seem happy about last night. I-I mean you didn't mind, you know... everything that happened? You're okay with the way I acted?"
"Hell yes Laurie! When we went to my place you became this wonderful wild woman. I've never had sex with someone as wild as you before. And pretending that I was all those different guys, well, hell, like I said, I don't thing I've ever cum so many times in one night in my entire life before."
"Really?" Laurie mumbled as her mind frantically cast back to the night before. Could it be true, had she gone with Brian and "pretended" that he was all those different men? Relief flooded through her like a physical pain. Could this be?! "Well, I'm glad you liked it, I wish I hadn't drunk so much. I don't even remember how I got home last night."
Brain, looked like a Cheshire cat and said, "Around 2 o'clock in the morning you insisted that you had to go home so you could be ready for work today. Neither of us was in any shape to drive so I got you a cab and paid the driver to get you safely home."
Laurie heaved a huge sigh of relief and pushed herself out of the chair. "Well, in that case I think I really enjoyed myself last night Brain. You're quite the stud," she chuckled and leaned over the desk and gave her new lover a brief kiss on the lips.
After making a date for Saturday with Brian, Laurie headed back to her office. As she sat down at her desk a very discordant memory bubbled to the surface. She was in that field again, but this time she didn't recognize any of the men that were ranged around her. But she could remember one of them saying, "She's so fucking drunk, she'll never remember what happened. Fuck her brains out man, then I wan' another go, then I gotta get her back to her place before she comes round..."
Laurie sat at her desk as a cold shiver went down her back. What had she done? What had been done to her? "Oh god!" she gasped, as everything from the night before came rushing back to flood her mind with images that she instantly wished she could forget.
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