drunk abroaddrunk abroad / part 1I was drinking and relaxing after a long day of walking about 4 months ago in a small local pub, while traveling on winter time in the mountains, i was alone having a glass of wine to warm myself up, after walking in the blistering winds out side. the pub was full with people, young man and woman on holiday, the old folk of the small town and some groups of people who came to ski.Around midnight or so the pub was almost empty, a few old drunk man, 4 guys ware sitting in the back, the bartender and me, I kept having this feeling like someone is looking at me, I was already at my 4th glass and felt woozy, I decided to call it a night and go up to my room to get some sleep when suddenly I felt a warm hand touching my shoulder, I was wearing a tight plain shirt and yoga pants with my boots, it scared me a bit and I turned quickly to see who is touching me, it was one of the old man, he asked if he can buy me a drink, I said that I call it quit for today and he insisted to buy me that drink, said he was looking at me all evening and that I remind him of his daughter, I accepted the offer to make a nice old man happy, he raised his hand to the bartender and the bartender nodded with his head. Next thing I know, I’m sitting with 5 old man around a table while the bartender serves us our drinks, it was whisky, a strong whisky, just the smell of it made my nose tingle, we raised our glasses and drank the shots.Immediately I felt wrong, I thought I’m going to be sick, it felt like all the blood in my body was racing to my head and at once dropped to my legs, my mind filled with a nice feeling of fogginess, I felt like floating, I know I’m sitting and looking at the table but I was not sure it was me sitting there.The old man who bought me the drink asked if I’m feeling OK, I tried to answer but all that came out was some mumbling, it felt like I’m drooling, suddenly a warm hand was passing on my thigh, going back and forth, touching my inner thigh and moving across my pussy.My legs ware not acting to my commends, no matter how much I tried to close them, they stayed wide open, another hand was now moving on me, under my shirt and on my bra, rough rigged hand, it felt like sand paper is moving on my skin, I looked to my right and one of the old man was smiling at me, asking if I mind to remove my bra, in my head I was screaming but my mouth said nothing, just nodded and smiled. Click. The relief of removing the presser from a bra was passing on my back, i looked down to the table, my bra was in the middle of it and an ashtray was in one of the cups, how long had passed since the bra was removed from me? I looked to my left, the old man who bought me a drink was replaced by a very scary looking man, he had scars all over his face, they looked like roads türbanlı escort that lead nowhere on a fake map, his right hand was on my neck, holding it tight like a person would hold a dog to hold him from moving, his left hand was moving on me, my shoes wear off and so ware my pants, when did I remove them? Did I ware underpants? I’m not sure anymore, the fog in my head felt like its taking over every thought I had. I felt uncomfortable, the chair was cold, and the man’s hand was moving on my lips, my pussy felt dry and shrunk, he licked his fingers and passed them on my clit. drunk abroad / part 2 Pain, my nipples hurt, I looked down and 2 hands ware twisting my nipples, pinching them and pulling, I looked at the man who is responsible for this feeling and said “it hurts”, in return he slapped my breasts, while asking if I feel better now, I smiled back at him and he laughed, everyone ware laughing, I think I missed the joke, so I joined them, laughing hard and letting my head fall back, someone is pulling my hair back so I can’t lift my head back, I feel hands running all over my body, it felt like I was sweating while freezing, my legs are being spared and the pussy is being touched, my boobs are moving, someone is slapping them. Fingers, teeth, burning cigarettes and drinks, they passed on me not leaving an inch of me untouched.I was now carried up the stairs, it felt like floating on a cloud, to a bedroom and despite some struggles I was soon pinned down on the bed as they all took turns touching me any way they wanted. my nipples were getting attention of exploring hands and my thighs were making no attempt to close as hands rubbed up and down my pussy and then fingers penetrating my embarrassingly wet vagina.Between them they licked and nibbled on my nipples while another was busy eating my pussy as my ankles were held high and wide by the forth old man, for him to have free access to me. The scarred man man licked me, he penetrated me with his tongue, he sucked my vagina like he might have kissed his lover exploring her mouth with his tongue, opening me wide with his fingers, nibbling and sucking harder and harder, deeper, DEEPER. Someone was panting, it took me a few seconds to realise it was me, I was not able to control my body as I begged to wake up from the euphoria that surrounded my mind.He lifted his head from my wide spared pussy, like a hungry lion looking at his next meal just before he takes its life, he asked me to choose a number between 1 and 5. I had no idea why but something in the back of my head knew the outcome of my answer would not be good. I softly replied 1, feeling droll dripping from the side of my mouth. “wrong” he said, the answer is ALWAYS three, while his hand raised above my face he bunched up türbanlı escort bayan three fingers forming a rough triangle, slowly lowering it down my chest, to my belly, and finally across my sore clit, I felt him opening my lips with one hand and then three fingers forcing their way into me, stretching the entrance to my pussy wide, as he began to penetrate me, back and fort, faster, harder, with his fingers.drunk abroad / part 3I came, I know I came coz my lips wear doing this thing they do when I cum, my upper lip was covering my lower one and I was biting it, a relaxing feeling had passed trough my body, every inch of me was relaxed, the scarred man stopped and removed his fingers, he told his friends to put my feet flat on the bed with my knees raised and held wide open, he again took up position between my legs only this time as he penetrated me he went deeper and deeper slowly stretching me, my pussy was hurting, every skin cell in it was taken a beating as he did so and by the time I thought my pussy will rip in 2 he announced ” there you are, three fingers buried up to the third knuckle”.I was breathing like i was having as asthma attack, how is it possible that my body is in such pain so but my mind is relaxed and calm? The man with the scars said to the other man “if you get her wet enough it’s like a hot knife through butter” and as if to prove his point he removed his fingers and displayed them all wet and glistening before wiping my nipples with my juices, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, like he know the affect it was having on me as he said “that should oil the gate a little more for you”.I was staring at the ceiling, how long am I here? Is it morning already? I can hear sounds around me, I looked down, my body was on a bed, red strings in shapes of scratches are all over my body, my nipples are pointing up while my breasts are resting, blue and black marks on them, my legs are bent and still being held by one of the old man, the scarred man was replaced by a fat one, he was breathing heavily, sweat from his forehead was dripping on my belly as he was leaning over me, he said something in my way, am I suppose to answer? I hear him saying “Watch this lads” and he bunched his fingers together, i knew exactly what he was going to do again.I could not be more wrong. yes his fingers entered me but once the tips of his fingers began to stretch me he “stabbed” them into me with such force. i shouted and my feet pushed so hard into the bed that my lower half did a “crab” leaving just my head and shoulders and feet in contact with the bed. “Looks like we got ourselves a live one tonight” he said.”I think it’s time to teach this one a little lesson in good manners”. he began removing his clothes, in what escort türbanlı felt to me as half a second, he was completely naked, his penis pointing almost straight up. Long thick dick with big balls hanging. He got under me and pushed his hard as rock dick into me, I felt him struggling to get all of it in, my boyfriend told me once that I have a small pussy, that I can make even the smallest man in the world feel like porn stars, and now this old, smelly man, is pushing his huge erection into me, the other man is holding me down, one of them was smoking a cigarette, letting the ashes fall right on my face. I had to let go, I could not resist any longer, my body became calm and relaxed as the fog in my mind, they noticed I stopped resisting and let there grip loose, the fat man said to the other “now now, it seems we broke our toy too soon”.drunk abroad / part 4 and last.I woke up, staring at the ceiling, how long am I here? Is it morning already? I can’t hear sounds around me, I looked down, my body was still on the bed, dark red strings in shapes of scratches are all over my body, my nipples are pointing up and burn marks are on them, my breasts are resting in my hands, blue and black marks on them, my belly hurts, I think a truck had hit me if i didn’t know any better, I felt so used, my vagina felt so stretched, my clitoris was sore, my pussy lips were bruised, the inside of my thighs were in a shade of black from their banging against them. The old man who bought me a drink yesterday was smoking in the corner of the room, he said “you were great”, I answered peacefully “you too” and walked slowly to the shower, I cleaned my body from the dry sweat, the spit, the ashes and the cum. The cum was everywhere, in every hole possible, I could feel it crawling out of my bottom.I dried myself slowly and walked back to the room, the old man was standing alone in it, he handed me an envelop and added “we never had someone like you, you are very good at what you do, I sure do hope we can work again”, I took the envelop and placed it on the bed, I looked up to him and said “I’m no pro, you guys were my first customers and by the looks of it, I’m not sure I will be able to do it again..”, the old man laughed with his old laugh and said “yes that was bill, he loves the smell of flesh bruised by a cigar, I told him he will have to pay extra for that – everything is in the envelop!”, I thanked him and sent him on his way.The last few weeks were passing in my mind, the plain life I had, the offer I got from a random guy on the net, the traveling to a different country alone, marking my group and allowing them to d**g me knowing I would be better d**gged up and not remembering everything, the old man and all they passed me through.other people in the pub watched them, some asked me if they could have a turn at me, the old man refused, saying “maybe next time”..I have not told anyone about this, but sex with my husband seems so dull now. He is just about average size and I spend most of my time reliving those hours and thinking I would like it to happen again. Please let me have your comments.