Not even two hours into the party and I'd already been fucked by seven guys, my pussy completely and shamelessly railed in the middle of the dance floor in front of my boyfriend who'd watched the whole thing with a satisfied, lustful expression on his face.
His friends had stripped me naked, used me, abused me, called me a cumslut and treated me as such; and he'd stood there, a smirk on his sexy face, toasting to me with his glass of whiskey.
And now when they were taking me to one of the rooms with even more guys, holding my hands behind my back, my pussy barely covered and my tits out for everyone to see, he was simply watching me walk through the crowd, sharing an amused look with Sean.
I assumed it was that time when he let me go off on my own and get fucked by guys even when he wasn't watching.
"So what are you guys planning to do with me?" I shot Sean a sultry look as he flashed me a smirk.
"Oh nothing much. You'll see when you get there, whore."
"I'm sure you have very nice things planned." I bit my lip, getting distracted only momentarily by Owen's hand that crept upwards to playfully squeeze my tits. "But how many more guys do you think will be there?"
"Wouldn't you wanna know?" Sean chuckled as he suddenly reached forward to bury his fingers into my drenched pussy. "Oh, this slut is sure dripping at the mere thought of more guys." He chuckled.
"How many?" I insisted.
"Well, certainly more than even a greedy whore like you can take up your cunt. I'll make sure of that." He gave me a malicious grin.
"We'll keep them coming until you can't take it anymore, until your filthy little pussy is sore and raw from all the pounding, until all your orgasms have been ripped out of your body and then, we'll keep them coming some more. For fun sakes. I wanna see how you look with your makeup ruined, your lipstick smudged and cum staining your entire body. Begging for more dick. Who knows, maybe you'll even get some shots." He winked. "Down your cunt."
I looked at him shocked. "No protection?" But then again, I'd just been fucked raw. Cum was still running down my thighs. And I loved it.
Sean clicked his tongue. "Now where's the fun in that, my sweet Caroline? How are the guys supposed to cum inside you if they wear a condom? We are looking to do a creampie, sweetheart, give the viewers something worth looking at."
The viewers--?
I didn't get much time to think as we entered a room. It was a huge space with at least thirty guys standing around a huge table placed right in the centre. Some were drinking and some playing pool but almost all of them turned to look at me when I entered the room.
"Lock the doors." Sean said to someone standing behind our back. "We don't want the people outside disturbing our fun."
Anticipation bubbled up in the pit of my stomach. With every pair of hungry, lustful eyes staring shamelessly at my naked body like I was a juiciest piece of meat they'd ever seen, I couldn't help but feel that perhaps one of the darkest and the most sinful of my fantasies was about to come true. A huge gang bang. Where I'd be fucked for longer and harder than I could take it.
And the entire thing would be filmed in detail, judging from the cameras that lined the room.
"It's gonna be a live stream." Sean smirked at my expressions. "On your university's anonymous student page. You might only get fucked by less than five percent of the school's male population tonight but we are gonna make sure that the entire school sees just how much of a dirty fucking whore you are. And soon enough, when the video spreads enough and the entire male population of the school is well-acquainted with not just your face and your body but also your pussy, you can do exactly what you are born to do." He grinned. "Be a free use whore. The official university cumslut who anyone can grab and fuck and leave. Isn't that exciting?"
Oh, yes. It was.
But I had to act difficult. How else would this be more fun?
"Oh no, please." I shook my head. " Let's not go to those extremes just yet, Sean. Is it really necessary for you to capture my face? I'll let you film me. You can film everything you do to me. But please keep my face out of it."
Sean tsked. "Nobody wants to go through that much trouble, sweetheart. Editing and blurring your face out of an hours long video? That shit takes a lot of fucking effort." He drawled. "This isn't up for negotiation, sweetheart. We are fucking you and we are filming it all with your face clearly visible in it whether you like that or not. And we are doing whatever the fuck we want with the video, using it and sharing it however and with whoseoever we want. If that's not acceptable to you, you are free to walk out of this room right now. No one's forcing you to stay. But if you really wanna be fucked and be a whore, then better do that shit properly."
Heat rose to my cheeks. At this point, they'd live stream my video to the whole university and I would really be a whore like Eric had said. But why did that thought not scare me at all?
