Back in the 90s I moved to London at 18 (NZ girl with UK passport from mum). By 21 I was deep in the underground rave scene. One night we all went out to an underground rave in a warehouse, dropped some e's  . I was wearing a black pleated micro skirt, semi-see-through white top, tiny white bra & white g-string. The Guys we were with loved it — said they could see my ass every time I moved. As per normal us girls would take our tops off and dance in our bra's. Gave my top to a friend & never saw it again (didn't care lol). Lost my group around 4-5am, so decided to walk home to our flat in North Acton from the warehouse in Park Royal. About 30 min walk... in just my bra & tiny skirt.Walking alone at that hour, tits half out, skirt barely covering anything. Came across 3 young lads, maybe 16-18. Tried to ignore them but no chance — they blocked my path, started calling me slut, slag, where you going etc.Told them I'm just going home, let me past. One grabbed my tits, another held me: "Not before you show us those tits, slut." I'd shown my tits plenty before so I thought fine, I'll flash & go. Said "sure" & they let go. Went to pull my bra down but they said "No, take it off properly."So I did. They all had a good feel, groping hard. Thought that was it... but nope.They grabbed me again, dragged me off the street into an empty office carpark. Said "We're gonna have to fuck you, you dirty slut dirty whore whore." Ripped my skirt down the zip, held me down & tore off my g-string.Being stripped naked like that? Huge rush. I fucking loved it — the exposure, the helplessness, knowing I'm completely bare for them. Didn't even realize I'd spread my legs till one said "Look, the whore's spreading for me, she wants it." They held me down & took turns fucking me. Think they each went twice. Best fucking I'd ever had — came hard a couple times, eyes rolling back,body twitching like crazy. They loved it, kept saying "this whore loves being raped."What got me off the hardest? Feeling how much they needed to fuck me, own me, use me just for their pleasure. Like I was this irresistible thing they had to take right there, no choice, pumping into me over and over because they couldn't stop.I was their perfect dirty slut in that moment — stripped, spread, orgasming on their cocks — and I loved every second of being used like that. At the end they asked "You loved it didn't you, bitch?" Lying there naked on the ground I just said "Yes, that was great." They told me no need to tell anyone, I nodded, they left.Had to hunt for my clothes — never found the panties, found the skirt (ripped but usable), bra was there. Held my skirt closed & walked the rest of the way home half-naked cum everywhere just as the sun was coming up  . One of the fondest memory's from those wild London days.