Hi guys! Nina here! Here’s another part of my story. Please read the previous parts to catch up if you haven’t. Hope you enjoy!
I lay in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling reflecting on everything that had transpired over the past two years. Getting married, being put in a situation by my husband where I found myself having sex with men outside my marriage, then getting addicted to the very thing that I thought I would never do and making questionable life choices based on uncontrollable sexual desires that ultimately led to the destruction of said marriage, and landing me in the direst of financial situations where the only viable out was to move into a shitty apartment in a shitty neighbourhood and having a sugar daddy fulfill my financial needs.
The cherry on top of all this was the fact that just mere hours ago I got fucked by 4 guys who live in the apartment building I just moved into, guys who I knew nothing about, guys who could be in trouble with the law from what I’ve heard. I let these same guys take pictures and videos of me having sex with them, knowing full well the power they would hold over me and how vulnerable this would make me. And of course, I found out that these pictures and videos were circulated across a group chat with nearly 20 unknown guys who I had never met.
The worst part wasn’t that they had compromised me like they had and broken my trust by sharing intimate photos. The worst part was that I wasn’t really upset over this. In fact, it turned me on. I can’t exactly pinpoint why. Perhaps it was my constant need for male validation or my chronic need for being the centre of attention. Or perhaps it was because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being used like a toy over and over again and being dominated. What led further credence to this theory was that I liked the fact that every guy in the group chat wanted me and was sure that they would be able to get with me with minimal effort. To them, I was easy, available, free, and a good time.
The morning after being gangbanged there was a knock on my door. It was one of the four guys that fucked me the night before. The guys didn’t know that I was aware of the fact that they shared my pictures and videos amongst their friends and I didn’t want to confront them either. He asked if he could come in. I declined and told him that he and his friends shouldn’t come to my apartment and that it would be better if I came to see them instead. I didn’t say why, but the truth was that my roommate wasn’t too fond of these guys and I didn’t want to put her in an awkward position. He asked me to come over to his place but I told him that I had just woken up and hadn’t even had breakfast. “Perfect,” he said. “Me neither, you can come make breakfast at our place.” He took me by the hand and led me to his place down the hall. His roommate wasn’t home.
I made a quick breakfast for both of us based on what I could find in the kitchen. We sat down and ate quietly. He finished before me and asked me to come to his room. I was just about full so followed him there, knowing exactly what he wanted to do with me. I pulled my shorts down as he stood behind me and slapped my pussy with his large hands to check if I was wet enough. He fingered me from behind for a minute or so before guiding his cock inside me, as he held me by the hips and pounded away his energy into me. He finished as I collapsed on to the bed with him.
We started to talk and he mentioned that he was going to go hang out with a few friends from the squad that live in one of the nearby buildings and that I should come along. “The squad.” Of course. I knew exactly why he wanted to take me. The message I peaked at from one of the guys in the group chat was still imprinted into my memory: “The whole squad’s gonna hit it soon.”
I knew what they wanted. They intended to make me their slut, someone they could string along whenever and wherever they want, pump me and use me, pass me around, and then reuse me over and over again. There were no feelings, no real friendship, or bond. I was just a means to an end. And yet, despite my awareness of their true intentions, I was in love with the idea of fulfilling this role. It’s wrong, I know it is and I know how this makes me look. But at the end of the day, there was something about being a cum dumpster that drove me insane. I accepted his invite to go with him that night.
When it was time to pick my outfit, I knew there was no need to be coy or cheeky. I knew what was in store for me, so why not have fun with it and provide a bit of eye candy by dressing the part? I picked out a bright red crop top that showed just enough cleavage and a soft brown mini skirt. The skirt was one of my favourites, was super flattering, and I loved wearing it. It had a slit along the side that went from the hem all the way to the waist and came with thin laces that would help the skirt properly wrap around the body, leaving a lot of the skin exposed from hem to hip. After contemplating for a bit, I opted to show extra bravery and not wear anything under my skirt. I put on a pair of nude heels and was on my way with my makeup and hair done, my lipstick as red as the colour of my top.
I met him at his apartment and he complimented my look with an encouraging slap on my ass. The two of us made our way down to the parking garage to his car and were on our way. Our destination was fairly close by, maybe a 5 minute walk or so, but given the cold and my lack of clothing, we opted to drive there instead. When we got to the apartment, there were 3 guys there already. I met all of them and noticed that they all kept looking at my body up and down. Good. Take it all in boys. You’ll have this soon. I sat in between two guys and across from the other two and we started to make small talk to pass the time. There was some pizza on the table but I wasn’t hungry and just had a small amount of fries.
They started to pour drinks and I had one to calm my nerves. Even though I feel like I’ve become a bit of a pro at this, I still get nervous before I’m about to have sex with more than one guy. And this time, it was especially nerve-racking, as I didn’t know anything about any of these guys and the fact that this whole group of friends was known to be troublemakers only added to my nervousness. And of course, there was the simple fact that they were all probably part of that infamous group chat that shared my nude photos and videos.
Things took a strange turn moments later. One of the guys offered me something. I looked at it and it was a tablet/pill. I asked him what it was and he just told me that it would be fun for me if I took it. I said no and he laughed as he put it away. I wasn’t 100% sure, but it was most likely molly. This messed with my head a bit and threw me off my game. I had never tried such an intense drug and was never even offered it. The only drug I ever had was pot, and even that was extremely rare for me, as I had only done it a few times in my life. I was nervous and felt my body getting hot. I excused myself to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, wondering what I had gotten myself into. “Okay, it’s fine Nina. It’s all good. Thousands of people do it. It’s okay. You said no and he didn’t force you. It’s all good. Let’s get back out there now.”
I went back out and drank my unfinished drink. The buzz hit me real hard. I was drinking on an empty stomach and I felt myself losing control and every care in the world. I was tipsy and ready for the “real” party to get started.
So I stood up and asked the guys what they thought of my outfit. “You look good, girl,“ one of them said. The others echoed the same approval and I grabbed the hem of my skirt with both hands and did a princess bow to thank them. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the dopamine rush from being desired but I started to feel a lot more comfortable and started to act cheery and hyper.
”Can someone pour a girl another drink???” I demanded. They did and I took a few sips and pointed to a foosball table in the apartment. “Who wants to challenge me to a game?” No one said anything. “No one? You’re all afraid to get your ass kicked by a girl?” I laughed.
Then one of them stood up and said to me, “All right, let’s play. How much you wanna bet? Start with a couple hundred?”
”Oh no no, I was thinking maybe 20 bucks. Not two hundred,“ I replied with a grin.
“That’s small change,” he said. “Tell you what. You win, and you get the money. If I win, then…maybe you keep your top off for the rest of the night. I know you ain’t wearing a bra under.” I agreed, and we started to play. He was clearly not messing around and absolutely annihilated me. “All right, baby girl, you know what to do.” I grinned and lifted my top over my head and threw it on the ground, exposing my tiny pink nipples to the group.
I grabbed my breasts and lightly squeezed them as I turned to give everyone a good look. “Damn,” said one of them.
“All right, let’s give her one more chance boys to make her money. But if you lose again, then you gotta lose the rest of your outfit.”
”Ouu, that might be a problem,” I said with a sly smile. “I’m sorta not wearing anything under my skirt.”
”Oh baby girl, we know. We all got a couple nice looks at that booty.” I pretended to act surprised even though this was not new information to me. “C’mon now, you knew what you were doing,” he snapped. I smiled and accepted his bet.
And as expected with very minimal effort he was able to wipe the floor with me. I knocked back another drink and proceeded to honour my end of the bargain as I unzipped my skirt from the side and pulled it down, letting it fall to my ankles. I stepped away from the skirt and walked my naked body to the bedroom. ”Bring me a drink if you boys are gonna join me,” I yelled back.
I lay down on the bed and began rotating my fingers over my clit. Within a minute, 2 guys walked in. Then 2 more, with one of them holding my drink. I took it from him and had another sip to add to my already drunk state. I went to the edge of the bed and lay on my back with my head hanging off the edge. One of the guys accepted my implicit invitation and brought his cock to my face while another went to my pussy and forced himself inside me. I let out a muffled moan as I sucked the dick.
I went on my knees and decided to divide my attention by sucking all of them together, making sure to divide my attention equally. They played with my tits and hair as I gave them all I had. One of the guys grabbed me by the back of my skull and surprised me by penetrating my mouth, going deep in and triggering my gag reflex. “The bitch can’t handle me,” he said as he continued to fuck my face. I took it as best as I could but my gag reflex triggered again.
They threw me on the bed and fucked me doggy style, one after another while another guy fucked my skull. They took turns doing this several times. I saw them take several pictures and videos of me but I was too drunk, too horny, and too fucked to say anything.
They continued to comment while roughing me up. “She’s a nice slut.” “She doesn’t complain, just takes it like a good lil bitch.” “Ima be fucking her for a long time.” “Nice little fuck toy we got here.” “Perfect hood hoe.”
One of them brought a camera to my face as I was being fucked from behind and started to “interview” me. He asked, “You like what we’re doing to you?”
“Ohhhh, yesss.”
”This one‘s for the boys. Tell the boys your name.”
“Ohhhh, it’s…Ninaaaaa.”
”That’s right. You’re a good lil slut, aren’t you Nina?”
”I ammmm. I’m a good lil slut!”
”You want us to stop fucking you Nina?”
”Fuck noooo,” I moaned back to the camera.
“You gonna go through the whole team? Are you gonna be a good hood slut?”
”Ohhhh yeahhh. I will. I’ll be a good hood slut. I’ll fuck anyone you want me to…I’m a good whore. I’ll fuck the whole team! I will! I’m a good girl!!!”
He kept the camera fixated on me as I continued to get fucked. When they were all done with me I collapsed on to the bed. Moments later, I made my way out to the den to sit with the guys and covered my naked body with a small blanket. There was a knock on the door. Another guy came in who wasn’t here from before. And moments later, I found myself bent over the couch getting fucked by him also as I continued to fulfill my duties as the squad’s latest free whore. He was rougher and tougher than the rest as he repeatedly slapped my creamy white ass, leaving red handprints over it, pulling my hair and throwing me around in front of the rest. I took the brutal punishment as he used me without mercy or care. When he was done with me, I sat on the ground with my back against the sofa, completely naked with my insides hurting, my throat sore, and my jaw numb.
It got past midnight and I began to feel tired. I asked the guy I came with when we were going to head out, but he wasn’t ready to leave yet. One of the other guys offered to drop me back instead and I accepted. I struggled to find my skirt and spent a few moments looking for it. I put it on and we were on our way.
The walk to the car felt like it took forever. My entire body was aching and sore from today’s excursion. We got to my building but he drove past the front door and instead went to a secluded spot in the visitor’s parking. I wasn’t sure if my body could take more but my mind definitely didn’t want it to end. He pushed his seat back, pulled his pants down as I sat on his cock. I kissed his cheeks and neck for a few moments before he went inside me.
This was the first time that any of these guys fucked me without a condom and so this one felt different. His thick cock pierced my insides, stretching my abused pussy. He kept his hands firmly on my ass as I bounced up and down, moaning and out of breath as he fucked me with reckless abandon. I screamed and cried in pain laced pleasure as he put the finishing touches on a busy night for me, letting his cum fill my pussy deep. I got off of him, a complete mess as he dropped me to the entrance. I walked back upstairs to my apartment, my body a wreck, with leftover cum squeezing out of my pussy and starting to roll down my legs like raindrops.
By now I reckon they had probably shared today’s pictures and videos with the entire squad and everyone probably had a good time watching me get railed. I knew the role I fulfilled in their lives. They saw me as theirs, their property to do what they want with and use for pleasure whenever they desire. I was to be passed around by the squad, used and reused over and over, whenever and however they want, for as long as they want.
The scary part about all of this was that although I was enjoying this now, what if I wanted it to stop? What if I got into a relationship with another guy and decided that I no longer wanted to be passed around like a joint? Would they accept my wishes? Or did I walk into something I can no longer escape from?
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with these questions racing through my mind. Only time will tell I guess.
-Nina