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.