SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 08, Lost in Darkness

KAYLEY GOES DOWN A DARK PATH, PART THREE OF THREE

When I came out, there was another man sitting with Leroy. So much for his promise of 'last one.' Like... fuck, man! "Fuck you, I do

KAYLEY

When I came out, there was another man sitting with Leroy. So much for his promise of 'last one.'

Like... fuck, man!

"Fuck you, I don't want to keep doing this," I told him.

There was a glass of wine waiting for me. I drank it in one swallow.

"I'm just going to go in the Men's room and wait, and when one comes out, you send the next one in. One at a time. And when I'm done, I'm fucking done, okay."

The wine sent a warm glow through me, and cleared the taste in my mouth. I was still horny and jangly inside, I could feel myself returning to balance. But my body felt erratic and craving, unsettled, maybe I needed cock to reset me. And there were smudgy awkward feeling, need and loathing. I didn't want to think about it at all.

I didn't wait for an answer, I just tapped the guy's arm. He followed me. When we got to the Men's room, I pulled off the dress and flung it in the corner. I wasn't interested in talking. I went into the toilet stall, and bent over the toilet.

I waited, bent over, back arched, legs spread, pussy on display waiting to be taken. After a moment, I felt hands on my ass. Fingers slid into me, and I rolled my hips in welcome as he fumbled, and eventually gave me his cock. He pounded me good and hard and a grunted and moaned and gasped and loved it. He slapped my ass, and pulled my hair, and I arched my back and fucked myself on him, and swore and said Shit and cunt and fuck me a lot.

When he was done, I didn't bother to talk to him, I just waited, feeling his cum slide down my thigh. He pulled up his pants and left.

A few minutes later, there was another cock in me, fucking me hard, different but just as good. And when he finished, I waited and the next one came. I think four or five. I think some of them wore condoms. One was big, but I don't know which. I came a couple of times, I don't know which ones I came on. Came close a couple of times.

Then I was alone. I waited and eventually turned around and sat on the toilet for a few minutes, wiping men's come with toilet paper, feeling it drop out of me. I was so fucking tired. I put on my dress and walked out to sit beside Leroy. There were a couple of men with him, I ignored him.

"I need a drink," I said.

"More wine?" he asked.

I sighed.

"Maybe something harder?"

"We're doing shots," he said. "You can have m--"

I didn't wait, I downed it. Then I downed someone else's. Fuck them. A warm glow spread through my stomach but otherwise they didn't affect me. I figured maybe getting railed one after the other burned off the calories or something.

"I'm done. I want my fucking purse."

He handed it over.

"Nothing's touched," he assured me.

"Where's my phone."

He handed it over.

"I was keeping it safe."

I gave him a 'fuck you' look.

I called Sam, but no answer. It just went to voicemail.

I looked at the time. Fuck. Two and a half hours, almost! Where was Sam?

I checked text messages. There were a lot of them. I scrolled through.

"I'm ready."

"Hello?"

"Are you still at the bar?"

"Where are you?

"You must be having fun."

"Are you there?"

"I'm glad you're having fun, but call."

"Where are you?"

"I just called. Pick up."

"I'm here, where are you?"

"WHERE ARE YOU????"

The last fifteen minutes ago. Suddenly, I was galvanized, wide awake. Almost as if I'd snapped awake from drowsing off.

"Sam's here!" I said.

"Who?" Leroy asked.

"My... Uber driver. Sam. His name is Sam. He's here!"

I started looking around frantically. I couldn't see him. But he was here. He had to be here. I turned on Leroy.

"Sam," I said. "Did you see him?"

"I don't even know what he looks like."

"Tall, slender, dark hair. Maybe leather jacket."

"Yeah," he said. "I've seen him. He's around somewhere."

I couldn't see him. I went over to the other side of the bar, scanning tables. Came back. Circling around.

"Sam?" I called. Not loud or anything, just normal voice. "Sam?"

"I don't see him," I told him. "Where is he? Where did you see him?"

I stepped up onto a chair, looking around, making a complete circle. But I didn't see him.

"I did talk to him," Leroy said. "He said he was going to step out and take care of some things. He said he'd let you have your fun and be right back."

"What?" Still standing on the chair, I bent down to talk to him. "You didn't say you talked to him."

"I forgot. But oh sure, we talked. He was happy you were having fun. He didn't want to get in the way."

"Where is he?" I demanded. "When it he coming back."

"Oh, don't worry," Leroy said. "He's on his way right now."

I felt palpable relief. I thought I'd missed him.

"He said something though," Leroy said.

"What?"

"I had this idea, and he was all for it. He wanted you to do it. He wanted to watch. He said you'd love it, and he was going to be right there for it. He wanted you to really show off."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

"He loved what you were doing," he said. "I told him. He didn't want to stop you."

"Wait! What?"

"He had this idea for you."

"Sam?" My brow furrowed.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ESPECIALLY GENTLEMEN," Leroy's voice boomed, silencing the room. "WE'VE JUST HAD THE PLEASURE, SOME OF YOU MORE THAN OTHERS, OF HAVING MISS KAYLEY COME AND VISIT. LET'S ALL GIVE HER A BIG HAND. IT'S ABOUT TIME FOR HER TO GO."

Everyone was looking at me. Probably thinking 'Who the hell is the redheaded bitch in the trashy dress?' Which was embarrassing.

Except for the ones who knew or suspected what I'd been doing on my visits. Which was even more embarrassing.

There was a smattering of applause.

I smiled tentatively and waved.

"Hi."

I tried to get down, but Leroy stopped me.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Just go with it," he said.

So I stood on the chair, looking back at the people in the bar.

"NOW," Leroy boomed, "SOME OF US ARE VERY BIG ADMIRERS OF KAYLEY, AND I THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA IF KAYLEY GAVE US ALL A PEEK TO SEE WHY WE HOLD HER IN SUCH HIGH ESTEEM."

What the fuck was he talking about?

From a table off to the side, someone started a chant. "Show us! Show us!" Other tables, scattered here and there, started to take it up.

"Give them a dance," Leroy said. "Like on TikTok."

"I don't dance on TikTok," I said.

"Just dance," he said. "Show some moves. Sway a bit. They're all looking at you, give them a show."

Blushing. I started to dance. Or mainly sway. I was standing on a wooden bar chair after all, there was only basically the room of a fat guy's bum. So I sort of swayed and waved. Some people clapped, but mostly, it was just watching. The energy felt better, more positive. I felt more comfortable

The torn side of my dress swung away, and I had to grab it before I exposed too much, and I'd exposed a lot.

There was a groan, from a table, disappointed at not being able to glimpse my vagina.

"SHOW US! SHOW US! SHOW US!"

There were cheers and catcalls, everyone was looking at me. I was blushing hard, smiling awkwardly.

"Show them what you got, Kayley," he told me. "Come on, you've been showing everyone all night anyway."

I knew what he meant.

"I can't," I said.

"Of course you can," he said. "Show them. Sam said to do it."

"Bullshit," I said, "you didn't talk to Sam at all."

But tentatively, I pulled the torn cup of the dress, the spaghetti strap falling down my arm, exposing more and more of my breast. I could feel the attention ramping up. I exposed a nipple.

Cheers, and more demands for "SHOW US! SHOW US!"

I grinned nervously, swaying, turning in a slow circle, rocking my hip and shoulders. I covered my nipple, but most of my breast was exposed. I pulled at the fabric of the other cup, exposing more breast. I let my nipples fall out, both of them and pressed my breasts together, turning slowly to give everyone a good view.

There was something electric in the air, some excitement, some elation. I'd been embarrassed up on the chair, but this wasn't so bad. It was almost fun. I teased, concealing my breasts, one or the other, then showing them off.

As I swayed, the dress swung, and I stopped bothering to try to make sure it covered. What was a fleeting glimpse of a pussy. But the more they glimpsed, the more they wanted. The demand became "SHOW US YOUR PUSSY!"

I pulled the skirt of my dress aside, dancing on the chair, weirdly, wildly elated. I'd never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but apparently I was. Here I was, practically dancing on a table, showing my thoroughly fucked vagina to everyone in the bar, and I was practically giddy. I was grinning. I wanted to laugh.

"Take it all off, Kayley," Leroy said. He was grinning and nodding. "They want to see it, you want to shot them. Take the dress off."

I looked down at him, nodding, and even though he was talking, it felt like the idea was my own. As if I'd thought of it first, or at the same time, or as if his words just pulled my urge together.

I pulled the dress off entirely, swinging it over my head, entirely naked now, but for the remains of my stay ups and my ankle boots, dancing on the chair, to cheers and catcalls and chants. I couldn't help myself. What a fucked up night, I thought. This was so much fun. There'd been ups and dark downs, but this was definitely an up, an escape from the darks and I threw myself into it. A song came on the jukebox, Eminem, and I danced to it. Something else replaced it, I danced to that.

Okay, I decided. That was it. Leroy was beside me at the chair.

"Okay," I said. "That was fun. I think I'm done."

He had a shot ready for me. I swallowed it.

"Just let me make an announcement," he said.

I shrugged.

"Okay."

"OKAY BOYS," Leroy boomed, "KAYLEY HAS SHOWN US HER GOODS, NOW BEFORE SHE LEAVES, SHE HAS A TREAT FOR HER FANS. A GROUP SESSION. TWENTY DOLLARS A HEAD, BACK OF THE BAR. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVICED."

I smiled vaguely at the bar, turning around, showing off my naked body, as he yelled. What the fuck? I thought. But true to word, he reached up a hand, to help me down.

"What the fuck was that about?" I asked, pulling the torn remains of my dress back on. I turned. "Can you zip me?"

"Autograph session," he said.

"No one is going to pay me twenty dollars for an autograph," I scoffed.

"Of course not," he said. "They're going to pay me."

He was leading me by my wrist to the back of the bar.

"Yeah, but they're not going to pay at all," I said, "I'm nobody."

"You're a naked girl who danced spontaneously in front of an entire bar," he said. "That's worth an autograph. And a picture."

"Wait," I said. "A picture?"

"Yeah," he said, "of course. A picture of you and an autograph. That's how memories are made."

"I don't know about pictures."

"You sure?" He asked. "I saw some pretty good pictures. Including a facial. I'm jealous. I should have asked to take some."

"That's different."

"Oh relax," he said. "Half the bar just took your pictures while you were dancing naked. Everyone's got cameras in their phones. That ship has sailed. Just go with it, make me a little money. Come on."

"All right."

"Just lay on the bed, let people take pictures," he said. "Easy. Sign some autographs. Lay down with some guys. Kiss them."

"Bed?"

"By the pool table," he said, "a futon couch, folds out as a bed."

Some guy thrust a twenty in my face. Leroy snatched it.

"I want more than a picture," the guy said.

"Sure thing," Leroy said. "You'll get a turn."

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah," he said, "she's up for anything."

"Who was that?" I asked.

"An admirer," Leroy said.

"He sounded like he wanted to fuck me?"

We were at the back of the bar near the pool tables, there was an open area, a dozen men milled around. More were gathering to watch from a distance. A black leather futon had flattened out into a bed.

"Admirers over here," Leroy called. "Have your money out. You can watch, but no standing on pool tables. Condoms if anyone wants them, but she was clean up to now."

"Leroy," I protested. "What the fuck."

He pulled me aside, walking me towards the leather futon.

"Take off the dress," he ordered, his tone commanding enough, I started. Then I stopped.

"No, I want to talk. I'm not--"

An irritated look crossed his face.

"Kayley," he boomed authoritatively at me, "stop fucking around, and just take off the fucking dress right now you stupid bitch!" Immediately after, in a softer voice, "then we'll talk."

I took off the dress, reflexively. He nodded approval.

"Okay," he said.

"I don't--"

"Kayley, you already fucked half the men in the bar already, and the entire bar has seen you naked. Grow the fuck up, already. What's your problem?"

"What are we doing?" I said helplessly. "I just want to go home."

"Well yeah," he said. "Of course you do. I want to get you home. You just have to do this first. Don't worry, not everyone's going to fuck you. You already did a lot of guys already, remember. Some of them will fuck you. But some of them, you're just going to blow. So what. And some, probably won't even touch you. They'll just jerk off on your tits or something, no big deal."

"Jesus Christ," I said.

A public gangbang.

He put his arm around my shoulder.

"Look," he said, "don't worry about it. It's in public. Most guys aren't going to do public. They'll fuck in private, but there aren't that many willing to fuck in front of people. So it'll just be a few, and most of them won't even fuck you. Mostly, it's just watching. You'll be finished, and then you can go home."

He paused.

"We'll call Sam to come and get you. All you have to do is start, we'll call him. He'll be here by the time you're finished. Or hell, I'll find you someone to drive you home myself. I'll even go with you, make sure you get home safe. You just need to do this for me. Okay? Yes. Simple.

I didn't know what to say. He must have seen my expression. He softened.

"Look, Kayley," he said. "This is just what you've been doing. Remember what we agreed. You remember what you said. You were going to make me..."

"I was going to make you lots of money," I mumbled. But I had done that...

"And..." he demanded. "What else?"

I searched my memory, my stomach falling.

"I promised to do what you told me."

"That's right," he said reassuringly. "You promised to make me lots of money by fucking guys. And you did. You promised to do what you were told. And you did. Now you just need to do what I tell you this last time."

"Come on Kayley. The thing is, you needed it, you wanted to do it. I didn't force you, you made those promises, because it you craved it. You made me do it to you, because it was what you really wanted. This is just that. Deep down, you want this, you're doing this. But this way, it'll be better for you. Alone with these guys, that could have been dangerous. Here, I'll be watching you. You'll be safe."

"Fuck," I said, I felt confused. "I don't know."

"Come here," he said, leading to the edge of the futon. "Sit down with me. Spread your legs."

I just kept obeying, sitting, spreading. I couldn't seem to help it. He told me to do things, and my body obeyed, while my mind was left dithering. Maybe he was right. He sat down with me, reaching forward between my legs, cupping my vagina. His palm found my clit, and his fingers moved up unerringly, making me gasp. My heart was still pounding with anxiety.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Fuck yes," I said.

"But you're wet, Kayley, you're really fucking wet. Some part of you is very turned on by this, you're just not acknowledging it."

He paused.

"When you were up there dancing on the chair, naked," he said. "You were loving it? Excited?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Aroused?

I didn't answer.

"Fuck, Kayley. You can't lie to me. I was standing right there. I could smell how aroused you were. I could look up and see your lips pulling open, and practically dripping. Don't bullshit me."

"Okay," I admitted. "I guess. Yes."

"It's dark, maybe, but you crave dark, don't you. Or you wouldn't have given yourself to me. I'm just doing what you want. You need me to do this."

"Kayley," he said, "look me in the eye, and admit, the things I made you do tonight. You wanted them. You needed them. You could have quit any time. But you kept asking. You wanted me to make you do them, because it was really you. It was in you. Every time I gave you a chance to be a whore, you took it, and you went further."

I looked away. Was I really a fucked up, masochistic slut, looking for an excuse to wallow in the gutter. He took my chin, brought me back to face him.

"In the eyes, Kayley. No games. You have to admit it, to me, to yourself."

He was staring.

"All right. I guess. Yes, I suppose."

Staring.

"You guess?"

"Yes. Okay. I admit it."

I sighed. Maybe it was true. Or so close to true that it didn't matter. Or it was just true.

He nodded.

"Good, that's a breakthrough. Some real self honesty there. Now Kayley, you need to understand. This is no different."

"No?"

"No different. It's just your insecurity talking. This is something you need, for yourself."

"I do?"

"Yes."

He paused.

"And you need to do it for me. You promised. You owe me. You do this, we're good. You go home, live happily ever after. But you want this, and you owe it to me."

I looked down.

"How many?"

He smiled.

"Fucks? Not that many. Five or six, tops. You've already done that many. A dozen maybe. Not much more. Probably not that many."

"Uhm... Okay? I mean--"

"Most will want to do other stuff. Low impact. Suck a few cocks. Get some come shooting on you. Nothing to it. If you're comfortable, you can hurry it by doing two or three at once."

My stomach was full of butterflies. I felt cornered, trapped, as if he'd run circles around me. It felt like I couldn't find an excuse not to do it. Was it the alcohol slowing me down. Was it really just... Did it really make sense, was the only thing to do.

To be a slut and finally show everyone what a whore I was, Mandeep's voice was in my head suddenly. That dark thing that Mandeep had touched was in full force, hungry and powerful. It wanted this.

Leroy hadn't been with us with Mandeep, but if he had been, he would have used that on me. But that was okay, because I was using it on myself. Maybe this was what I wanted. Maybe this was really who I was. Maybe this was what I deserved.

"I guess... Okay. Yes," I said tentatively, "I can do that."

"Good girl," he said.

I smiled.

"There you go," he said, "there's that smile. I promise, once you get going. You're to love it. You won't want to stop. It's just jitters. I promise."

"You promise?"

He held up crossed fingers. "Scouts honor."

I nodded. "Okay."

I took a breath. "You'll keep me safe?"

"Of course," he said. "I've looked after you all night."

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "I do this and then I go home."

"Sure," he paused a beat. "One thing, one really important thing..."

"What?"

"Your admirers. You want to make them happy. You smile for them, okay. You show them you're having a good time. You smile at the cameras. You tell them how good their cocks feel, how much fun you're having, how much you want them. This is for you, but these guys, it'll be the highlight of their lives. You want them to feel good about the experience."

I took a deep breath.

"I can do that," I said. Strangely, it actually made it easier. I was thinking of other people, managing them, how to make them feel. Not sort of getting in my own head. In a weird way, it felt like having control, not just having it happen.

"I can do that," I said more confidently.

"That's my good girl," he said. "Now get up on the bed, spread for your admirers."

Obediently, I crawled onto the bed. I turned, leaned back on one elbow, spread my legs, knees bent, heels touching, and demurely made little circles around my clitoris. I smiled at the people watching me, noting the ones holding cell phones, which was almost all of them. Some of them had their cocks out.

I was nervous as fuck, butterflies the size of biplanes. My mouth was dry. Maybe I should ask Leroy for something to drink. Maybe something alcoholic. Definitely alcoholic.

What the fuck was I doing?

It had made sense a second ago, when I was talking with Leroy. But now... Now I was just here. Whatever. Just whatever. Do it, maybe I'll like it. It won't be so bad. But mainly, get through it, and then go home.

Unless he was right. What I'd done, what I was going to do... could I just go back to my life. Maybe Leroy was right, maybe deep down, the true me, the real me, the hungry part underneath all the pretending, really wanted this, craved it.

And even after I went back to my life, it would drive me back. I'd come crawling back to Leroy. I shuddered, deeply, filled with revulsion... and longing.

Spontaneous, public gangbang. That wasn't on my bingo card, I thought.

Wait, was it spontaneous? Sure, it wasn't as if Leroy planned it last week. But still, it just didn't throw together, did it? You'd need people to agree, the bar staff to look the other way, people to participate. You'd need at least some time to pull it together. Half an hour. Or an hour. Or more.

Have the idea, think about how to make it happen. While I was busy fucking one man after another. While he was setting me up, he'd been setting me up, thinking about how to do it, how to get me to agree, what to do, what to say.

And here I was.

Fuck me.

Actually, a line of men might be taking care of that for me, right out in front of everyone.

I felt a deep dark quiver inside me. Whatever it was in me that Mandeep had touched, it wanted this.

Maybe deep down, he was right. That there was some dark urge, some compulsion, some hunger in me. It was there, I'd felt it again and again, with Leroy, with some of the men, a need to be used, debased, exploited.

I shivered. Get through it and go home to Sam, I told myself. Maybe he was already on his way to me. Maybe he was already here, waiting for me to do it, so we could go home together.

Leroy was back, with a big black guy. As I watched, the black man pulled off his sweater. He wasn't super-muscular, not an athlete. He was older, his body was a little thick around the middle.

"SHOWTIME!" Leroy announced. "Anyone that wants a crack, time to pay up now. No late arrivals will be admitted into the premises."

He grinned and winked at me, enjoying himself.

"Who are you?" I asked the black man, sitting up cautiously.

"Hi!" he said.

He looked at me, not my face, looked at my body, and grinned. He had a single gold tooth. He was taking off his pants. The boxers came off, exposing an impressive black cock, perhaps half hard. Very impressive. Getting more impressive by the second. It was hard not to stare.

"He's an admirer," Leroy said, "he's been here every night you have come by. He knows you really well. And he's a really good friend of mine, and he's got twenty bucks. And Sam said you could get started without him."

"Okay," I said doubtfully, laying back down on the leather bed, spreading my legs. He climbed on, pushing my leg aside, to kneel between my legs. His erection was becoming rampant. He was really big, I supposed it was true about black guys.

My pussy gaped open, dilated and so wet, I could feel each surge of lubrication, as it made its way out to my lips. My clit was ultra hard. It was weird, I didn't feel aroused, just anxious. But it was like my body had gone into total 'fuck me now!' mode "I guess it's okay."

He rubbed his cock head against my pussy lips, pulling back the foreskin, making the lips part as they wet him. It looked huge, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"We're going to take pictures," Leroy said. "So Sam doesn't miss anything."

"What?" I asked.

"Smile," Leroy said as the black guy lifted my ankles, positioning his massive cock. I kept looking back and forth between that, and Leroy holding the phone up. "Smile," Leroy repeated.

I gave a nervous smile to his phone. Looked back. Smiled at the phone. A lot of guys were holding phones. I smiled at them all. The guy started pushing his cock in me. I looked up at him, and tried to smile.

Oh fuck, he was big, I could feel him opening me up like a speculum at the Doctor's office. He was unreal, his size made it almost feel more like a medical procedure than sex. He was actually stretching me, a sensation I'd never felt. He kept pushing gently, his hips rolling, little thrusts side to side, working his way deeper and deeper. Even lubricating madly, I was struggling to accommodate him.

"Holy shit," I said. I looked up. There were phones near my face, recording.

"He's so big," I told them. Cocks. All these guys had their cocks out. Had they all paid twenty dollars? This didn't seem well organized.

I groaned deeply as he bottomed out in me. It didn't hurt, but it felt uncomfortable, I felt stuffed and awkward. Stretched and over-filled. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my cervix. His hands were on my breasts.

"Doing good?" he asked.

"Doing fine," I breathed. Be nice, I thought, and smiled up at him. "Now that you're in me."

He laughed, and started a slow delirious fucking, pumping in and out of me in long strokes that left me breathless. His cock filled me and stretched my walls, and when he pulled back, I could feel him dragging me. It was almost a relief when he pushed back in again. I grunted with each outward stroke and sighed as he went back in. I reached down to feel how big he was, how stretched my entrance was, it was amazing, my hand couldn't encompass him.

Someone was complaining that he was going to ruin me for the rest of them. I tried to see who. It was some fat guy in a beard, with no pants, his dick was out. A little pink knob in a forest of black pubic hair. A voice answered that I'd still be plenty tight, and three holes, no waiting, I was good to go all night long.

How many had Leroy said - surely not many. I wanted them to line up so I could see how many, but getting fucked by the big black cock, it was hard to do anything but grunt and bounce up and down on my back as it rammed into me.

"Look at her take that big fucking cock," someone yelled close by. But it was the other way around. The big black cock was taking me.

I stared down in amazement, even bottoming me out to my limit, there were still inches of shaft visible.

He looked down at me and grinned. "Don't worry, I'll get it all in," he assured me.

"I know you will," I said for the cameras. "I can hardly wait." But honestly, I doubted it. I didn't really want it all, actually.

My belly was swollen, there was a lump just past my pussy whenever he bottomed out. He was so big that his cock was making my belly bulge with each thrust. I stared at the steady bulge rising and falling in tandem with the sensation of being filled and stretched, I couldn't look away. I was disturbed but fascinated.

My body was responding, I felt pleasure, intense stimulation. But he was so big, that my body couldn't react normally. I hoped he'd finish and come in me soon. I didn't think I could come from him. Not without a lot more getting used to him.

But then who would be next? Off to one side, they were finally lining up. Would I come at all? Or would they just fuck me one after the other, uncaring, spurting into my battered vagina? Did I even want to come? Or just to be used.

Something dark in me wanted this, some pit of self loathing, that whispered this is who you really are, this is what you are, nobody loves you, and this is what you deserve.

My phone beeped. My purse was on the edge of the bed. Maybe it was Sam. I squirmed a bit, pinned like a bug under his big cock, but I twisted and managed to snag the purse. I fished the phone out, and called up text messages. From Sam:

"GO AHEAD AND GET FUCKED YOU CHEAP WHORE. DON'T BOTHER COMING HOME."

My heart bottomed out. I forgot everything, where I was, the massive cock sawing into me was forgotten. Sam was mad. I was terrified. Where was he? I needed to go to him. I needed to talk to him. I pushed the call button, but it wasn't working, nothing happened. Call blocked? That wasn't right. I needed to call him, to text him. The black guy was fucking me hard and fast, shaking my body like a rag doll. I couldn't make my fingers work to text, the phone was shaking too much.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried. "I need to talk to Sam. I can't text him like this."

"When we're finished," Leroy said. "When we're all finished, you can talk to him."

The black guy was on top, his weight smothering me. His cock was a battering ram, filling and splitting me. He was fucking so hard, the phone was knocked from my hand. I reached for it, but it slipped away from my fingers, sliding further and further. Leroy laughed.

"I NEED TO TALK TO SAM," I screamed.

I sat bolt upright, fists clenching the sheets. It was dark. Sam lay beside me, snoring softly. My cunt was spasming, clenching and unclenching. I was literally sitting in a puddle. My heart was racing, and I was covered with sweat. I was shaking, my body shivering all over.

What the fuck? I thought. What the fuck? I took deep breaths, orienting.

I was in our apartment. In our bedroom. Sam had texted some horrible thing to me, that he never wanted to see me again, that we were over. I remembered that clearly, the horrible panic and terror of it. But here he was sleeping beside me.

I was afraid to wake him up. What if it was true? What if he woke up, and hated me?

Last thing I remembered. The big black guy fucking me. I couldn't remember his face. Only his cock. He'd paid twenty dollars to fuck me in front of everyone. I'd been okay with that. Everyone had paid twenty dollars to have a turn. I'd agreed. But I'd felt so bad about it, uncertain and confused and awkward. Had that happened? He'd been first, I was sure. How many others had there been after him? I couldn't remember. But it was so vivid.

And there'd been something about my Mom and Dad... But it slipped away.

Wait though, how did I get here? I didn't remember coming home. Had Sam forgiven me and picked me up, took me home? Had someone else driven me home? Between the black guy fucking me in the bar, and feeling terrified in bed with Sam, there was... nothing. A blank spot. There should have been something.

I put a hand my pussy, feeling my vaginal spasms subsiding. That was weird. My pussy had never done that before.

Had the black guy happened? Had the gangbang happened? Before that, bent over the toilet, one man after the other? The creepy facial from that Indian man... Deep something? Deepak? That beautiful alabaster cock? Leroy selling me, fucking all those men? How much of that was real? Any of it?

Sam had got stuck with the flat tire. That was why it all happened.

No wait, wait! Sam had picked me up right away. That had happened, I remembered it happening that way. We'd gone home. Pizza and fucking and cuddling.

For a moment two separate memories existed in my head, but somehow, the vivid one, the intense memory, with all its angst and excitement and terror was fading, becoming indistinct. It was just a nightmare, I told myself. I was pretty sure that was it.

"Sam," I shoved him. "Sam, Sam, wake up."

He rolled towards me, eyes squinting. "Babe?"

Then he saw my face and bolted upright, his arm around me. He wasn't mad at me. Good.

Point awarded for the reality I wanted to be in.

"Is the car okay?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It's fine. We just got it serviced last month."

"Right," I said. I remembered that.

"What about that leaky tire," something close to panic seized me. "Sam, we have to do something about that tire. Or something bad is going to happen. It'll go flat when we need it. And... And..." I was starting to hyperventilate.

"Babe," he told me, "fixed it months ago. Remember. After the Target thing. We both just got so fed up."

"Ohhhh," I whispered. "Right!"

I did remember that. That had happened. So for sure, the whole other thing, that wasn't real. It was already getting fuzzier, the details shifting. Something about facial pictures for my mother. And stripping standing on a chair. And just being a hole. Calling myself a 'hole' over and over, oh the very word made my skin crawl. And a lot of cocks. Orgasms, but not nice ones. An 'N' name, Neil... Norman.

Forget it, I thought. Let it go.

And Sam wasn't mad at me. I gripped his hand, squeezing it.

"I'm sorry for waking you," I said. "I had a nightmare. I got scared."

"That's an excellent reason for waking me," he said softly. "Automotive nightmare? Something to do with the tire?"

"Yeah," I said. "Car crash. Really horrible. Blood and guts. Total pile up."

"Oh," he said. "I'm so sorry. It must have been awful."

"Yeah."

"You want to stay up for a bit. We can take some blankets into the living room? Cuddle up on the couch? I can make some hot cocoa? Or break out those edibles? Watch something on streaming?"

That sounded tempting, actually.

"As long as you're holding me," I said.

"Guaranteed."

"I think.... I peed the bed."

"Really bad nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Sam?"

"I'm really fucking horny. Like incredibly horny."

"We can take care of that," he said.

"I don't want to have sex."

He mulled that over.

"Okay."

"I want to suck your cock," I said. "Like, for a week. Just not do anything else. Just nonstop."

"There might be some challenges there," he said. "Wrinkles. Like if I'm in the shower too long..."

I smirked, then laughed.

"Maybe not suck it. Cuddle it. Have it in my mouth, hold it against my face, just treat it like a teddy bear."

There was a long pause.

"That sounds like a really fucked up nightmare."

"Sam?"

"Babe?"

"Sam, you need to know. I'd never for anything ever hurt you. I'd never allow anyone to hurt you. You're my whole world, and I'd do anything for you. You're my everything."

"Ditto Babe," he said.

I laid back down in bed on my side. He laid down beside me. I reached into his boxers, finding him, wrapping my hand around it. Then, once secure, I threw a leg over his thighs, and then an arm, and kept working myself closer until I was fitting right into him.

I wished I was an Octopus. No bones, I could just wrap myself around him. Wrap myself around and around, completely, every inch of him, touching every inch of me. Octopuses must be so good at hugging, I decided.

What a strange thought. Where had that come from?

I realized I was kind of drowsy. That nightmare had worn me out. Like when you have a dream of running a marathon and you wake up tired. I felt something. A kiss on the forehead. Sam. My whole body smiled. Fucking nightmare. It was just fading away.

I needed to remember though. Never ever ever go back to that bar again. Never. Also, never ever go near Leroy. Don't let him near us. Definite. Got to remember that.

Remember...?

I drifted off to sleep.

If it was important, I'd sure I'd remember in the morning.