My mouth was full of Rick's cock with my ass high in the air. I had lost count of how many times the men had fucked me, their cum mixing inside me, turning my pussy into a sloppy, used mess. I was exhausted, my body weak from the endless onslaught, yet I craved more.

One man pulled out, his cum leaking from my swollen pussy. Another quickly took his place, pushing in with a single, brutal thrust. The obscene squelching noise that followed, like an almost-empty ketchup bottle being squeezed, was a humiliating reminder of my decisions that led me here.

I couldn’t see who was inside me; my vision blurred with sweat and tears. The relentless fucking had left me numb and raw, but I just let them keep using me. I moaned into Rick's balls, my body shaking with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of our flesh colliding, the men’s grunts and groans, and my own unhinged noises.

The day had started like the previous one. After Sean left for work, Rick sauntered over and sat at my table. Just seeing him made my sore pussy twitch with anticipation. He was so casual, as if he hadn’t fucked me twice the day before, cementing my place as a cheating slut.

“Got any plans today?” Rick asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Not yet,” I replied, my voice teasing.

“How about joining me and the guys for a round of golf here at the resort? Easy course, lots of drinks.”

I agreed, eager to spend more time with Rick. I went back to my room to shower and dress in a cute skirt and tank top. As I sat on the edge of the bed, putting on my shoes, I wondered how I had ended up here. But with only two days left, I wasn’t going to miss out on the amazing sex Rick would most likely throw me afterwards.

The afternoon was a blur of alcohol and laughter. The guys were polite, always making sure my drink was full. We joked and flirted as we moved from hole to hole, the sun warming our skin, the drinks making everything funnier and more enjoyable. It wasn’t until someone busted out some coke that I knew things were about to get wild.

When I’m on coke, I get super horny. I know this. But I didn’t expect to lose control like I did. By the time we finished our round, I was lit and dripping wet. Rick kept reaching over, slipping his fingers under my skirt and into my panties, making me moan softly. Dan, a younger guy in his forties, kept pressing his hard-on against my ass whenever he helped me swing. And Bob, Rick’s roommate, leered at me all afternoon. I couldn’t blame him; I was putting on quite a show.

We all turned out to be on the same floor, so we went to Dan’s room to continue the party. His suite was bigger, perfect for what they had planned. It didn’t take long before Rick pulled my top off, exposing my hard nipples. The guys did bumps off them, sucking them clean and rubbing coke on their gums. I was so high, so turned on, that I didn’t care. I wanted them all, however they wanted me.

Next thing I knew, they were taking turns fucking me. My head rested between Rick’s thighs as I sucked him off, his friends running a train on me. Each new cock stretched me, adding to the growing mess inside me. Rick came in my mouth, something I usually hated, but in the moment, I swallowed eagerly, savoring his taste.

The stimulation was overwhelming. I was being used from every angle, my body a vessel for their pleasure. The mixture of cum and sweat made my skin slick, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Each man was different—some rough, some gentle—but all of them relentless. I lost myself in the rhythm, my body moving on autopilot as I was filled over and over again.

Hours passed, the daylight fading into dusk, the room cast in a sultry glow. I had no idea how long I had been there, but the realization that I needed to get back to my room started to nag at me. Sean would be back soon, and I couldn’t let him find out what I had been doing. But the pleasure was too much, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

One man pulled out, his cum leaking from my pussy, and another quickly took his place. The sensation of being filled again was both painful and euphoric. I cried out, my body shuddering with each thrust. The obscene squelching sound of cum being pushed out around his cock was loud in the quiet room, adding to the filthy nature of the act.

Rick leaned down, whispering in my ear. “You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Letting all these men fuck you while your boyfriend is clueless.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the words barely audible. “I’m a dirty slut.”

The truth was, I did love it. I loved the way they made me feel, the way they couldn't get enough of my young body. I loved the thrill of potentially being caught, the danger of it all. The high of it all just as potent as the cocaine was in my bloodstream. From that point I was addicted to crossing the line.

Someone tried to push into my ass, but I pushed back, shaking my head. “No,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse. “Not there.”

Instead, he pushed his thumb into my puckered hole while continuing to rail me. I was screaming like a true whore, the dual stimulation driving me wild. Rick shoved his cock back in my mouth to shut me up.

Finally, the men started to slow down, their own exhaustion setting in. They pulled out one by one, leaving me empty and aching. I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move, my mind a haze of pleasure and guilt.

Rick helped me up, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You need to get back to your room,” he said softly. “Sean could be back soon.”

I nodded, my legs shaking as I stood. I quickly dressed, not bothering to clean up. I knew I was a wreck, but there was no time. I had to get back before Sean returned. Rick kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Definitely,” I replied, giving him a weak smile.

I slipped out of the room, my heart racing. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but I didn’t regret a single moment. I had indulged in my darkest fantasy, and now, I might have to face the consequences.

The shower felt like mercy. Warming my bones and calming my nerves. I let my hands travel down to my pussy and hesitantly felt my hole. I was pretty loose, and could easily fit 3 fingers in.

It was only 8pm, and Sean texted he was on his way but I was too spent to stay awake. I curled up in and bed barely heard him quietly enter the room and fall asleep next to me.