It started with me walking into the living room in those sleep shorts that barely cover anything. I wasn’t wearing panties. My shirt was thin, no bra. I pretended I was just grabbing a snack, but I knew exactly what I looked like.
Five of them were there. All friends of my roommate. Loud. Drunk. The type that always stared a little too long but never crossed the line.
Until I let them.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping water like I didn’t notice the silence behind me. My ass was facing them, the fabric riding up with every shift of my hips. I bent over a little more than I needed to. My roommate said something about me being dangerous. One of the others said he wouldn’t mind finding out just how dangerous.
I turned around and said if they were going to stare, they might as well do something about it.
That was the switch.
One of them got up and walked over. He didn’t ask. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the center of the room. His fingers slid between my thighs and came back soaked. I didn’t say a word. I just dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans.
The others didn’t wait. One shoved my face down while the other pulled my shorts off. I was dripping already. My mouth was full and my body was shaking and I hadn’t even been fucked yet.
Then I was bent over the coffee table. Someone held my wrists down while another pushed inside me. No condom. No questions. Just thick and deep and rough while the others watched and stroked themselves.
One came in my mouth. Another pulled out and came on my ass. They used my body like I was nothing but a warm place to finish.
And I loved every second of it.
They didn’t say thank you. No compliments. No cuddling. Just filled me and passed me off. I was a hole. A place to dump what they couldn’t hold in.
By the end, I was on my back. Legs open. Cum leaking from my pussy and running down my thighs. I was shaking. Soaked. Eyes glassy.
My roommate looked down at me and said I was finally useful. I smiled and asked if they were ready to go again.
