Becoming the neighbourhood slut – used and reused over and over

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.