Nightclub Cum Slut

After splitting with my first boyfriend I went through a period of time I call my slut phase. I explored my sexuality in a massive way and did as much cock ass and pussy as I could. I thought that after I had been in a few relationships that my slut phase was over. I still had the odd one night stand when I was single but nothing as wild as in the past. Then I had a relapse and hit a second, much shorter slut phase.

Ever since my first boyfriend introduced me to the pleasure of wearing lingerie, I had worn it as often as possible. Most times it was just panties, stockings or pantyhose, worn under my day to day clothes. In private though, I had a collection of lingerie from bra and panties to baby dolls, Basques, body suits and negligees. I loved peep hole and crotch less lingerie and anything satin or silk just made me horny. Knowing how guys love stockings and suspenders I had a vast array of nylons, fishnet and my latest fetish for leggings.

When I broke up with a guy who asked me to marry him before cheating on me with two other guys, I was heartbroken and went on a sexual rampage. I sucked, fucked, licked and fingered with anyone who wanted me. That was how I ended up in a gay bar that was notorious for cruising, fully cross dressed and looking for cock.

During the day I had gone through my usual routine to get ready for sex. Then bathed, shaved, lubed and plugged, I went through a bottle of whiskey and then my lingerie drawers and wardrobe. The alcohol made me think it would be a great idea to go out fully dressed. It was something I had thought about but never done and seeing that I was horny, I chose as slutty an outfit as possible. First I picked out my red lace bra and thong, then pulling out my butt plug I was ready to dress. Once I had my underwear on I picked out the tightest leggings I could find, squeezed into them and added my knee length PVC boots. I just needed a top and the right one was a see through, sheer red blouse. All that was missing was my makeup. An ex girlfriend had taught me to do make up without looking like a mess. On went the slut red lipstick, mascara and blusher. I turned to my mirror and looked at myself, I was looking good. I put on my blonde wig and grabbed a handbag with supplies, lube, condoms, spare panties and a purse. Then in an alcohol fuelled state I called a taxi and headed off to the club.