It Started With One Mistake
Copyright© 2026 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - While coming back from a party late at night, I saw my Uber auto-rickshaw driver creepily checking me out. Even though he stops when he learns I am not a prostitute, I make a big mistake that changes my life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Heterosexual Gang Bang Public Sex Indian Erotica
“Who is she?”, the thin doctor-looking guy spoke first.
“She came to look for rent...”, replied the security guard.
They were relaxing on the sofa with their backs lazily resting on the sofa back. Simultaneously, both the doctor-looking and the muscular guy grabbed the gun and sat up straight, and the guy who opened the door grabbed my phone out of my hand, and immediately he broke the phone into two pieces. The fat, gigantic guy just grabbed his gun but didn’t stand up.
“And you brought her inside ... you brought her here”, the fat guy said like he wanted an explanation of why he did that.
“Well I...”, he was saying and then looked at me from top to bottom and then looked at them like it should be obvious why he brought me. It is evident to me. I have a beautiful heart-shaped face with big innocent eyes and full lips. I have added dark highlights with a small amount of glitter around my eyelids. I have big breasts, which are stretching my top, and then a thin waist, and then a big butt. The top was tight enough to show how big my breasts were and the skirt was short enough to show my thick thighs.
But I couldn’t immediately see lust in their eyes. It was disturbing and scary. I could deal with lust because I could give them what they wanted, but for some reason they didn’t. It was frightening. I was frozen with fear.
“And did you think she might be a fucking trap? Did you check her for fucking recording things?”, the thin guy asked the security guy. The guy who grabbed my phone grabbed my hand and placed my thumb on the phone’s fingerprint scanner.
“Where will she hide any camera or anything?”, the security guard replied.
“Does she have buttons?”, the thin guy asked.
The security guard saw the two decorative buttons on my skirt and immediately ripped them.
“See just normal buttons!”, he said.
“Check her”, the fat guy told the guy who broke my phone.
He started patting me down.
“Get rid of the bra and the panties”, the guy patting me down said. If I could sense any lust, any excitement in his voice, I would have been relieved.
Instead, I was scared. I opened the bra hooks, pushed the straps off my shoulders, and pulled them out of my top. The guy charged with checking me grabbed the bra and threw it to the other muscular guy on the sofa. He started inspecting it, touching, pinching, and pulling.
“Panties”, the muscular guy charged with checking beside me reminded me.
I pulled down my panties and then slipped them under my legs. He threw them to the thin guy. The thin guy started inspecting the panties.
The guy beside me started inspecting my skirt. He was grabbing some portion, clenching it, crumbling it, feeling it with his palm.
“Nothing”, the muscular guy on the sofa said.
“Same”, said the doctor-looking guy.
“Bend down ... I need to check your asshole and your pussy...”, the muscular guy said again clinically.
“I...”, I started to say that I am not trying to do anything, but he glared angrily and took a threatening step towards me.
“Do what you are told”, he said with calm anger that chills your spine.
I nodded and, with the help of the wall, bent down. I knew all of them could see my vagina and butthole in this position. I would be excited if anyone except the guard showed any hint of excitement. I was just scared.
He shoved his big thick middle finger inside my vagina and pulled it out in a second. Then he spread open my ass cheeks and shoved the finger inside. He pulled it out immediately as well.
“Nothing”, he declared.
“You can stand back up”, he said to me.
I stood straight. I was so frightened I was about to cry.
“Turn around”, I hear someone say.
I turned around.
“You need to understand something ... there is a high chance you are going to die today...”, the professor looking guy said as he sat down.
I immediately started crying.
“Shut up”, the muscular guy on the sofa shouted.
The other muscular guy beside me pulled his gun and pointed it towards my head.
“Shut up”, he said.
I forced myself to quiet down by grinding my teeth together.
The fat guy gestured to me, a “come hither” sign with his fingers. My legs were shaking, but I still walked towards him.
“Sit down”, he said, pointing at the tea table. I sat down.
“If she speaks or cries, shoot her”, he tells the muscular guy beside me. The muscular guy nods and points the gun in my direction.
The fat guy looks at me and sighs.
“He is right. There is a high chance you will be brutally gangraped, tortured, and then killed ... if not today, it will be done when everyone is done raping you...”, he said and waited for me to say anything.
I clenched my fists but forced myself not to make any sound.
“But you can stop it. You will just have to do a very simple thing. Tell me why you are really here, how did you hear about this place, what do you want ... take a few deep breaths and start speaking”, he said.
I did what he told me. I took deep breaths.
“I want to rent a room”, I told him.
The muscular guy cocked his gun.
“Please, can I tell you the full story ... please”, I begged desperately.
The fat guy places his hand on the muscular guy’s arm. The muscular guy uncocked his gun.
“Go on”, he told me.
I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts.
“It started with a mistake. A few months ago, I was returning from a party at night. The auto driver kept staring at me. I don’t know why, but I had sex with him outside, near the building I lived back then. But a few security guards from the building saw me, and two of them came to my room. They had sex with me...”, I was saying this when the doctor-looking guy interrupted me.
“They raped you?”, he asked.
I shook my head.
“Continue...”, the fat guy told me.
I saw him looking at my chest. I finally saw a glimmer of lust. Suddenly I felt relieved.
“They called other guards ... all except one guy in the night crew, and all men in the day crew had sex with me from night until two o’clock of the next day...”, I said.
“How many men total?”, he asked.
“Twenty...”, I replied.
“And it wasn’t rape?”, he asked again.
I shook my head.
“You are a whore?”, he asked.
I shook my head.
“Why did you have sex with twenty men?”, he asked.
Because I am a crazy nympho slut. But I couldn’t say that. I remained silent.
“Answer”, the fat guy said.
“I liked it ... I liked it until I was tired and sore ... but they continued ... they didn’t listen...”, I said.
“So they raped you?”, the professor said.
Technically it was rape, but I didn’t really consider that. I was very much willing. It was just sore. But still, technically, it was rape.
I nodded.
“Why did you lie?”, he asked.
“It didn’t feel like rape ... I mean they were excited ... and even though I didn’t like it then ... I have no problem with it now...”, I said.
“Continue your story ... you had sex with these men and...”, the fat man said.
“Hmm ... I slept after they left and woke up because a friend called to remind me of another party in that night ... I booked an Uber, but that auto driver took me to a deserted road in between a forest-kind of place ... Then a lot of men, auto drivers including the driver from the night before, came to the place ... all of them ... around thirty men had sex with me until I passed out. Then it became a regular thing. Every day I was having sex with five sex men. It was fine, but the landlord got to know something was happening in my room, and I got evicted. Now I am looking for a place where I would be allowed to have sex with them...”
“How did you get to know about this place...”, the fat guy said.
“From over one of the security guards ... one rapist got discovered, and he escaped here ... one of the girl’s parents and a few men came here to take the guy ... the mother was gangraped, and residents of the building just kept walking by while the mother was being gangraped ... so I thought if they had no problem with gang rape, they would be with normal consensual sex” I said.
“Hmmm ... can you prove all this?”, the professor asked.
“I don’t ... I had chats on my phone ... I had a WhatsApp group where I could have asked for videos...”, I said. My phone was broken within a minute of entering this room.
“Call Ravi and ask him to take four cars and sweep every street in a two-kilometer radius from here, not just police cars, verify every car and every van on the street. Don’t skip any unless the owner is found and verified.”, the fat guy asked the professor-like guy.
He took out his phone and left the room.
The fat guy looked at the guard and ordered, “Go back to work”
“But sir ... I want to...”, he said looking at me. I would be so relieved if everyone acted like him, like they wanted to have sex with me.
The muscular guy immediately grabbed the guard and pushed him against the wall and shoved a gun in his stomach.
“You motherfucker ... you brought a potential fucking bomb to this room and now you’re not listening to a direct fucking order...”, he shouted.
“Just look at her ... she is so fucking pretty face ... so fair ... jugs to make milk for the entire village ... tiny waist ... why don’t we just start and we can kill her later if she is lying”, the guard replied.
The fat man laughed. I was so shocked, I couldn’t believe it.
“He becomes fearless when he smells cunt in the air ... fucking dog”, the fat man signaled the muscular guy to let him go.
The muscular guy put his gun back on the back of his trousers.
“Fine, you can stay ... but don’t touch her until we verify ... they could wait to burst in as soon as you touch her”, the fat guy said and grabbed the remote and pointed at the TV.
I couldn’t wait for him to verify the owners of each vehicle. I don’t know how much it will take and I couldn’t be tense for that long.
“Hmmm...”, I tried to say but words got caught in my throat.
Then everyone looked at me. I knew I had to say something.
“Even if anyone is watching or waiting ... it would be a problem if you guys force yourself on me ... but if I intentionally start doing stuff...”, I tried to speak as the other muscular guy on the sofa pointed the gun at me again.
“Why do you not want to wait?”, he asked.
I looked at the fat guy.
“I am scared and tense. I came here because I heard you just gangraped her and let her go ... i thought that won’t be problem with me ... but the guns ... I am seeing the guns for the first time in my life ... and no one except him even wants me ... I can’t wait for them to verify owners ... I don’t know how much it will take ... but I am guessing hours ... at least if someone is having sex with me, I will be distracted and time will pass faster...”, I blurted out like a crazy person.
The fat guy stared at me for a few seconds and then said, “put her SIM in a phone”.
“No, that’s not...”, I heard someone start. I looked in the direction to find the professor-looking guy back.
“Stop ... if it was getting tracked, they already know the location ... what more information will they get ... put the SIM...”, the fat guy told over him.
“But...” the professor, looking at the guy, started when the fat guy just raised his index finger and signaled him to stop. That ended the argument.
The muscular guy who broke my phone picked up the pieces and took them to another room.
Within minutes he was back with the phone. He switched it on and gave it to the fat guy.
“Sit here...”, he said to me as he tapped his thighs.
I moved to his lap, and he wrapped his hands around me and handed me the phone and looked at me from over my shoulders.
I could suddenly feel his penis. It was already swollen. I felt so happy.
“Show me the proof”, he said.
I directly logged into WhatsApp. My messages were not yet recovered. So I just sent a message.
“Can somebody share a video that you guys keep making...”, I wrote.
“I thought you were going to that place ... what happened?”, one of the drivers replied.
“Forget that ... can you share one of the videos...”, I said.
“Fine...”, he replied and shared a video.
By the time the guard and the muscular guy had all come to look at the screen. It took some time to download, and then I played it.
There were six men waiting for me in the room. I entered and closed the room they howled and immediately grabbed me and threw my bag and purse away. And immediately their hands were all over me. One had started unbuttoning me, another was unzipping my skirt, and one hand was already inside my skirt, and one mouth was biting my neck.
“Guys it’s not even six thirty ... we have some time...”, I said with closed eyes. Everyone knew I didn’t mean it.
“But we are already hard”, someone said, placing my hand on a tent on his trousers.
I cupped it and said, “Fine, but we will end early...”, I said.
“No...”, some of them said.
I gave a fake annoyed face and started kissing the nearest mouth. My hands started unbuttoning the trousers of the guy I was groping.
I felt something grow beneath me. It was the fat man’s penis. I couldn’t believe it. I had earlier assumed it to be a hard penis that had started growing, and now it felt like a tree log pressing against my butt.
I lifted myself and looked at his crotch to verify. It was now indeed clear. Like him, his penis seemed huge.
I looked to see him. He was watching me look at his crotch. I smiled. I turned back towards my phone but adjusted myself so that the log was between my legs, pressing against my naked pussy, which rapidly got wet. I started gently rubbing my pussy on his erection.
On the phone I was already naked and was getting fingered by two hands, and multiple other hands and mouths were on my body. I had started moaning.
The fat man took the phone and fast-forwarded. He stopped when they were fucking me. Three penises were going in and out of all three orifices, and I was jerking two more penises. One more guy was sucking my breast, and the last one was rubbing his hardness on my feet.
“You said thirty men...”, the fat guy said.
“That was only the first time ... let me see if they can share that video...”, I said and asked in the WhatsApp group for the first video in the forest.
Someone sent it in seconds. I opened it.
It was too dark to be visible, but you could hear the sounds from a crowd of people. I fast-forwarded until they were fucking me.
You could see countless numbers of people surrounding me while ten or more people devoured me.
The fat guy closed the video
“Call Ravi back”, he said as he grabbed my top and pulled it in the opposite direction, completely shredding it to pieces.
He grabbed my breasts and started squeezing them. I had big breasts, but his palms were gigantic. He cupped my entire breasts and squeezed so hard it felt like they could burst. Immediately tears of pain started running down my cheeks. But my whole body enjoyed the pain. They had woken up like lightning had hit them and were now devouring the assault on my breast.
“Don’t you have a family? A father?”, he asked while groping my breast.
“Yes”, I managed to reply.
“Do they know about this?”, he asked.
I shook my head and said “No ... they are in village”
“Hmmm...”, he said as he pushed me forward and placed me head first on the tea table and then grabbed my skirt and ripped it off too.
Then I heard him unzip and looked back to see him pull out his penis. It was gigantic. It was as wide as my arm and easily reached his knees. It was like he had a third foot.
Lust had completely taken over me. I couldn’t wait for it to be inside me, destroying my insides.
Then he stood up, grabbed me, and led me to the nearest wall and bent me down.