Casey's Walk (Patreon)

Casey is a girl who gets invited to a lot of parties. She feels like she can barely walk down the street without some poor dope running up to her to talk about some "awesome place to be" on Saturday night. Sometimes she says yes and sometimes she says no, whether or not there will be free alcohol is often a factor in her decision.

But this particular gathering was different than the usual loud, boozy college parties she frequently ended up at. This one was classy, like the ones her mother would throw for people she worked with. Casey could feel the disapproval from the other guests the minute she walked in. She ignored them and quickly found her way to the bar.

It was fine at first, the wine was really good. But the nature of the interactions with the other guests began to get on her nerves.  People kept coming up and asking who invited her, as though seeking someone to blame. More than once one of these nasty old crones would walk up and just abruptly ask her how old she was, and then immediately walk away when she answered. Imagine how pissy they'd have been if she'd told them how young she really was, but she didn't want to give the bartender a reason to stop serving her. 

Casey was about ready to throw a drink in someone's face when she was finally approached by her host. He asked if she wanted to come upstairs and look at some of his paintings. She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp, knowing full well she wasn't going upstairs to look at any stupid paintings. But that was fine, she could use the release right about now. 

She got what she wanted. The host and two of his friends took turns fucking her for almost an hour. They kept asking her to keep her voice down, but she started caring about that less and less. She was mad. Mad at those snobby jerks downstairs for being so quick to judge her. 

When her lovers were physically spent, they were debating on how to get Casey outside without being seen by the other guests. Her dress was hopelessly stained, and even if they could scrounge her up a new one somehow that would be just as telling to anyone who saw her. 

That was when Casey got an idea. She kissed all three of them goodbye and walked out of the bedroom, just as she was. 

Cum was still dripping out of her pussy as she walked down the hall. When it became clear that she was not headed for a bathroom to try and clean up, her companions panicked. But it was too late. 

Casey walked down the stairs wearing a proud smile. As for the guests, the looks on their dumbfounded faces were priceless. Even Switch thought it was funny. Out of all the parties Casey had ever been to, this one had just become her favorite.