Making Amends

Kate looked at herself in the mirror before she left her apartment. She wanted to look good, but not too good.

Her hair was a rich mahogany color, and it fell down her shoulders in natural bouncy curls. She gathered it above her head with one hand and regarded it from different angles. She decided to leave it down and let go of it.

She adjusted the spaghetti straps on her maroon top to try to hide the straps from her bra. She thought it showed a little too much cleavage. She retrieved a black crocheted top and threw it on for an extra layer. It didn't exactly hide how well-endowed she was, but made it look less like she was trying to call attention to her assets.

She looked at her cream-colored shorts. They weren't too short, but she was tall and they showed off her long, shapely legs. They hugged the curves of her hips tightly, and she debated whether she should wear something less form-fitting. She decided to leave them on.

She put her glasses on, took them off, and put them on again. The lines of the glasses framed her amber eyes nicely and set off her sharp cheekbones. She thought she looked prettier with her glasses on, so she decided not to wear them. She went to her bathroom to put in her contact lenses and touch up her eyeliner.

She gave herself one final look in the mirror before she slipped on her canvas shoes and left to meet her old friend.

*****

Brittney was a childhood friend of Kate's. They grew up next door to each other. They had started walking within a month of one another. Kate lost her first tooth a week before Brittney's birthday, and Brittney's birthday wish was to lose her tooth too so they could do it together. When Kate was cut from their high school swim team, Brittney had quit too.

Kate had gone to college on the other side of the country, and they were apart for the first time. They didn't talk as much as they had thought they would, but they remained close. After college Kate moved to the city where Brittney lived and got an apartment in the same building, just one floor down from her.

On Kate's first night in her new home she met a cute guy named Randy by the mailboxes. They hit it off and had a drink together at a nearby bar. Kate didn't find out that Randy was Brittney's boyfriend until after she had slept with him. Kate had tried a thousand times to apologize and explain herself, but Brittney had moved out of the building and started ignoring her calls and texts.

Kate was grateful that Brittney had reached out about meeting her for coffee. She was willing to do anything at all to make amends with her friend.

*****

"Well, don't you look... nice," Brittney said, looking Kate up and down as she sat across from her at a table in a small coffee shop. Brittney was shorter than Kate, and her full figure looked chubby compared to her tall, skinny friend. Her brown hair was flat, without the luster or volume of Kate's.

"I'm so, so sorry, Britt," Kate said. She tried to reach for one of Brittney's hands, but she pulled it away. "I had no idea. You know that. You know I would never have done anything if I had known."

Brittney shook her head. "I think I finally realized it's always been like this. Like in high school when you knew I had a crush on Mark, but you started dating him anyway."

"He asked me out! I didn't go after him!"

"That doesn't matter. I've always been willing to do anything for you, but you've just done whatever you wanted. You weren't even willing to keep your pants on around my ex-boyfriend."

"But that's not what happened! I told you! I didn't know he was your boyfriend!"

"You knew I was dating a guy named Randy. You met him in the lobby of my apartment building." Brittney narrowed her eyes. "Did you even know his name when you fucked him?"

Kate looked down in shame.

"You slut! You just go around fucking guys at random and hope none of them are dating anyone you know?" Brittney had raised her voice, and a few people turned to look at them.

Kate wanted to yell back. She wanted to defend herself. She swallowed hard and decided that she wouldn't get anywhere by fighting with her friend.

"What can I do?" Kate pleaded. "What can I do to show you that I do care about you? That I want to make this right?"

Brittney sighed. "Actually, I have something in mind. That's why I reached out to you. Come back to my place and I'll explain the whole thing."

*****

Brittney explained her plan on the walk to her apartment. She told Kate that she had been seeing a new guy. After Randy cheated on her she was hesitant to trust another man.

She said that she had a date with him that evening. She wanted Kate to dress provocatively and wait with him in the living room while she got ready. If her new man crossed a line with Kate, she would end things with him.

The setup made Kate uncomfortable, but she felt like she couldn't refuse. She followed Brittney up the stairs of her apartment. Brittney retrieved a canvas tote bag from her bedroom.

"This is what I need you to wear tonight."

Kate looked in the bag and scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding? There's no way!"

"Fine," Brittney said flatly. "Goodbye, then. See you never."

"But... do you really want me to wear this? It's just so..."

Kate pulled the clothes out of the bag one-by-one to inspect them. First was a white pleated skirt that was too short to be worn outside of the bedroom. Next was a white crop top she wasn't sure would completely cover her breasts. This was followed by a black g-string thong and a pair of black fishnet stockings. Last she pulled out a pair of platform heels made from transparent plastic.

"A stripper would be embarrassed to wear this!" Kate protested.

"So, were you more covered up when you fucked Randy?" Brittney asked venomously.

"Well, I mean..." Kate squirmed. "But what happens after? Like, if he keeps his hands to himself and you guys keep dating, then I have to know he's seen me in this?" She held up one high heel and the thong for emphasis.

"Don't worry," Brittney said with a wicked smile. "He's not going to know it's you. I have something to show you in the living room."

Brittney's living room was tidy. There were two light-blue couches arranged in an L-shape. The two end tables, the coffee table, and the bookshelves against the walls were filled with books. There was a vase of small white flowers on a side-table.

On the far wall of the living room was an odd piece of furniture made from rough-cut plywood and black upholstery. It looked like a bench that came to waist height, with a cushioned, upholstered top. Fixed to the top of the bench was a box, with a curtain of black vinyl ribbons across its entrance.

"What is that?" Kate asked suspiciously.

"That's for you," Brittney replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "You lean into the box, and you'll be hidden from the waist up. Nobody ever needs to know it was you."

"You want me to... What? Are you kidding?" When Kate saw the seriousness in her friend's eyes she added, "what the fuck is that? Why do you even have something like that?"

"Look," Brittney said, putting her hands up in front of her, "you fucked my last boyfriend, and you didn't even know who he was. Now I'm asking you to not fuck this new guy I'm seeing, and he won't know who you are."

"But... you want him to see my ass? Basically naked? And what will he think of you when he sees this?"

"Is that a 'no'?" Brittney asked coldly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

*****

Kate spent the afternoon in a bar around the corner. She couldn't believe she had agreed to do this, and she couldn't go back sober. A few guys tried to talk to her while she drank alone, but she dismissed them bruskly.

When she stood up to return to Brittney's apartment she swayed and stumbled. She had some difficulty fitting Brittney's spare key into the outside door of the building, and the stairs were challenging for her to navigate.

She dropped Kate's spare keys in a bowl by the door, then picked up the bag with her outfit for the evening. She changed in Brittney's bathroom. She was scared to see herself in the mirror, but she looked anyway to check her makeup.

She touched up her makeup, and noticed how visible her dark nipples were through the thin white fabric of her top. She tried to pull the hem down to cover her entire breasts. It wasn't long enough, and the way the cloth rubbed on her nipples made her squirm.

She wished her nipples weren't so hard. The nervous anticipation was intoxicating, and it was amplified by the alcohol in her system.

She investigated the box. It was too dark to see anything inside. She found two short loops that felt like they were made from the same material as seatbelts. Her imagination conjured up reasons why a person might need those.

Kate decided she needed another drink. She explored the kitchen. She found a bag of chips and a vegetable platter on the counter. There was an unopened bottle of tequila next to them. She found a six pack of beer in the fridge, still in its cardboard case. It looked like Brittney was preparing to have people over.

Kate peeled the plastic wrapping from the top of the tequila bottle. She started to look for a glass, but the sound of keys in the door startled her. She took a long swig from the bottle, then rushed to the box in the living room.

Her platform heels clomped loudly on the hardwood floor, but she didn't know how to make them quieter. When she shoved herself into the box, her head spun and she felt like she might throw up.

She opened her eyes. When she drank until the world spun before, she found she could manage things by fixing her gaze on something far away. In the box there was nothing but blackness, and it took a long time for the spinning sensation to become manageable.

The nervous anticipation was exhilarating. She didn't know if they could see her yet, and her skin tingled at the feeling of it. She listened for some clue as to where they were.

She heard the front door open. She thought she could feel a breeze on her exposed ass, but she wasn't sure. She could hear Brittney and a man talking. They talked softly, and a rush of blood to Kate's ears drowned them out.

She thought she heard soft, padded footsteps. There was a slight creek from a floorboard, and she strained to hear where it came from.

She felt herself squirm. Something about the excitement of being so exposed had aroused her, and she was uncomfortably aware of how wet and sensitive her pussy was. The thin waistband of her g-string felt like it was biting into her. She gripped the loops to steady herself.

She was sure she could hear breathing. She had no doubt it was a man's breathing, and it was close. A second later she couldn't hear it, and she was sure it had just been her nerves. She tried not to squirm or move.

She felt the man touch her ass. The gentle touch of his fingertips was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, and let a hard, ragged breath out through her nose. His touch lasted only a second.

This was it! This was all Brittney had wanted her to do. She wanted to pop out from the box, but she was too terrified. She would let Brittany stop him.

The next touch was a gentle stroke along the crease where one thigh met her ass. She felt her knees buckle. She pulled hard on the loops to keep herself up. The touch went away in a second.

Brittney must still be in the other room. She would put an end to this soon, once she was back.

She felt something between her legs. It was too thick and blunt to be a finger. This could only be Brittney's new boyfriend rubbing his cock on her. Stroking her swollen, sensitive labia through the thin fabric of her panties.

Kate opened her mouth to say something. She would yell to get Brittney's attention, she thought. Only she didn't want him to hear her voice. And she wasn't ready for the sensation to end.

She opened her mouth and gasped as his cock ran up and down her barely-covered pussy. This wasn't her fault. She was doing what Brittney wanted. Brittney would be back in the room any second and see that she hadn't done anything wrong.

Fingers reached down to pull the thong aside, and the cock slipped in-between her underwear and her swollen pussy. She felt too warm, too wet. She tried to think, but her brain was too clouded by alcohol.

The cock slid out of her underwear. Nothing was touching her skin, and it was unbearable. She was back to being tense, alert for any sound, anticipating the next touch.

She heard the fridge door open. There was a tearing off cardboard and the fridge door closed. She heard the pop and hiss of a beer can opening. She thought she might try to steal a look at the man while he was distracted, but by the time she thought of it, it was already too late.

She heard a thunk that resonated in the box. Did he put a beer on top of it?

She felt a hand between her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but they were too weak and didn't respond. Another hand pulled her panties to the side, and she felt him caress the lips of her moist, swollen pussy.

She wanted to say something but couldn't. She took too long to think that she could reach down to stop him. She let go of the loop she was holding with her right hand.

She felt two fingers slide inside of her. She pounded the padded bench next to herself with her free right hand. She trembled and gasped. She fumbled in the dark for the loop, and pulled it tight when she found it.

When his fingers slid out of her pussy she whimpered. His touch was more than she could bear, but the absence of his touch was also more than she could bear. Her inability to see anything amplified every sensation. Her whole world was the feeling of his knuckles on her thigh and the sharpness where her panties dug into her flesh as he held them to the side.

When she felt his cock press against the opening of her pussy, she had finally had enough. She had to stop him. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words turned into a garbled cry as his cock filled her.

He let go of her panties and grabbed her hips with both hands. He started to thrust in and out of her. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out again.

Kate heard the front door open and close again. She pushed herself to and hit her head on the top of the box. Was that Brittney? She had almost forgotten about Brittney. Was she leaving?

Kate had started to forget she was waiting for Brittney to come and stop her new boyfriend. Had she seen them having sex, and instead of confronting him she just left? Kate heard the wet squishing sounds her pussy was making around his cock and felt freshly ashamed.

She felt his right hand move down her hip and slide along the crease where her thigh met her body. Fingers slid under her panties. She squirmed, hoping to somehow get away from them without moving.

When the fingers found her clit she cried out loudly. The sound reverberated in the dark of the box. Her knees gave out entirely and she collapsed against the padded bench.

She thought she heard a zipper. Was he taking off a jacket? His hands hadn't left her, and the zipping sound was too brief. Her head throbbed and the fingers on her clit caused a mounting pressure to build up inside of her.

The cock stopped thrusting. The fingers left her clit. The cock slid out of her. She had been close to an orgasm, and needed it back inside her. Kate whimpered and pushed her hips back.

A few seconds later she felt his fingers under the sides of her panties. He pulled them over her hips and left them stretched across her upper thighs. She felt the air on her exposed, wet pussy.

Kate's abs tensed as she braced for his cock to slide back into her. When he didn't, the anticipation was a tangible tightness throughout her. Her body trembled. Her head and her pussy throbbed.

The feeling of his cock-head on her pussy was an intense relief. She gasped loudly, then bit back down on her lower lip. The head parted the lips of her pussy and rested just inside her. His hands found her hips again. He made her wait a few more agonizing seconds before he pushed it back inside her.

He was different this time. He was pushing down on her hips, not just pulling back. His thrusts felt different, too. It was like he was thrusting at more of an upward angle, rubbing harder on her pubic bone. His cock somehow felt more curved, like it was pressing up towards her spine in a way out hadn't before.

She wanted him to touch her clit again. She wanted to beg him to touch her clit again. She didn't dare say anything. She remembered that it was important for her to stay quiet, but it was hard for her to think of why.

Brittney! Brittney was going to stop this. Brittney's new boyfriend would never know this was her. He would never know he had been fucking her. He would never know that he had almost made her cum. That she needed him to make her cum.

Kate had never orgasmed from penetration. She needed his fingers back on her clit, but she couldn't beg him for it. The way his cock rubbed against the front wall of her pussy felt amazing. Maybe if she could get more of that, she would be okay.

Kate tried to tilt her hips down. She didn't have much freedom to move, and she felt like he moved down when she did. She braced her hands against the front of the box and pushed back. She tried to twist her hips to maximize that incredible feeling.

She didn't feel anywhere close to orgasm, but she was lost in the amazing feeling. After about a minute she heard the front door open and close again. A few seconds later she heard a man's voice.

"Is that her?"

Kate froze. Her whole body was tense. She vibrated, and she was sure she was about to throw up.

"Don't worry who she is," Brittney's voice said after a long pause. "Don't even think of her as a person. She's just a hole for you to fuck."

Kate couldn't understand what that meant. She felt like those were just words that didn't mean anything when they were put together. It took her a few more seconds to start to make sense of them. Had Brittney brought her over so her boyfriend could fuck her?

The cock started sliding in and out of her again. She was horrified. Disgusted. She had never felt so ashamed and degraded. She wanted to say something to stop this. Only...

Only Brittney still hadn't said who she was. She clung to the hope that this would all be over soon Brittney would dump this guy, and she could pretend it had never happened.

After a few more pumps, the cock pulled out of her again. She felt a slap on her ass that made it jiggle. She choked on her shame.

"I warmed her up for you."

Was that a different man's voice? How could that be? Kate thought she heard appreciative chuckles in response. She was sure she heard the zipper again. What did it mean? Her mind had nearly shut down from panic and she couldn't understand.

She felt hands grab her hips again, and pull her back. She took a stumbling step backwards, her platform heels clomping loudly on the floor. The left hand let go of her hip, and grabbed the waistband of her skirt up at her lower back. He pulled the skirt down until his hand was at the cleft of her ass and the skirt was snug around her.

She felt the cock go back into her. It was different. It seemed to fill her up more, to stretch her out more. She didn't feel the upward curve or the upward thrusting. It pushed all the way into her and she moaned involuntarily. It pulled most of the way out and stayed there for a second.

She heard the pop and hiss of another can opening. A second later she felt a smack on her left ass cheek. She could still feel the man's right hand on her hip and his left hand on her skirt at the top of her ass crack. She thought that it might be Brittney, and knew that it wasn't.

A strong, masculine hand reached inside the box to fondle her left breast. It squeezed and cupped her for a few seconds, then left. The man behind her started thrusting again.

"She's got nice tits, too," a man's voice said from nearby.

"Her ass is amazing," a different man said behind her. "Does she do pilates or yoga or something?"

"I don't know," Brittney replied. "I think maybe she just fucks a lot of guys."

There was another chuckle at this. Kate wanted to die from shame. She wanted to never come out of the box.

She felt the thrusts inside her grow more intense. The man was holding the end of each stroke and trembling.

"Don't cum inside her!" a man admonished. "We all still have to use that!"

Kate felt herself choke again. She wasn't even a person to them, she was a thing. And everyone knew they were there to use her.

The cock pulled out of her. She felt the cock slide up the crack of her ass. The hands on her repositioned themselves to press her ass cheeks together as he fucked up and down her crack. She felt her asshole pucker and tense at the sensation of his shaft rubbing against it.

A minute later she felt him stop moving. His cock throbbed and she felt something warm and creamy on her back. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily. Did that mean it was over?

The man walked away, and a second later a fresh cock took his place. She thought it was the first guy again. His cock wasn't as thick as the one that had just fucked her and wasn't curved up like the one before.

He guided his cock into her, then grabbed her hips again. She wanted him to reach back down to her clit. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to move his hands.

"I think she likes you," a man said. Several laughs responded. He added, "see if you can get her to make some noise."

The man dug his fingers into her hips and hammered her hard. She grabbed the loops tightly and pulled hard on them. She bit her lip until she tasted blood.

He stopped and she could hear him panting. She could feel his body heave with his breath. She felt his hand slide down her hip and she let out a whine that she hoped they couldn't hear.

The man found her clit and started to massage it. Kate's breath grew heavy and ragged. He started to thrust slowly, still caressing her sensitive, swollen clit. She closed her eyes and lips tight. She stomped one foot heavily on the ground and felt it nearly slide out from under her.

She started to whimper as she got close. The man pushed his cock all the way into her and pressed harder with his fingers, rubbing more intensely. Kate cried out and screamed as she came. It was the most intense orgasm she could remember having.

A cheer went up from Brittney and the other two men. Kate's post-orgasm elation quickly faded as she remembered where she was. She was dressed like a whore, being anonymously fucked by three strangers while a woman who claimed to be her friend watched.

The cock started sliding in and out of her again. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation. She told herself they'd be done soon, and she just needed to last until then.

He stopped thrusting. "Does she do anal?" the man behind her asked.

He didn't ask her, he asked someone else. Kate felt like she was just a toy for him to use.

"I don't know," Brittney said. "Why don't you ask her?"

There was a knock on the side of the box. "Hey you in there," Brittney said loudly, "do you mind if these guys fuck you in your ass?"

Kate opened and closed her mouth. She felt like she wanted to cry. Did she need to say something? Would they really fuck her ass if she didn't? Could she still get through this without them knowing who she was? Did that even matter anymore?

"Doesn't sound like she minds, guys," Brittney said.

Kate felt a finger run through the cum on her back. A second later it was smearing warm cum on her asshole. The finger scooped a second glob of cum onto her asshole, then started to slowly work its way in.

Kate tensed. She tried to force the fingertip from her asshole. She squirmed and wiggled from side to side. The man started to fuck her again, his fingertip resting unmoving inside of her.

The slick, smooth friction in her pussy felt good. She moaned quietly at the feeling of being filled up over and over. When her asshole relaxed and his finger pushed a little farther in she didn't try to fight it.

He fucked her slowly as he explored her ass with a finger. She got used to that, and he switched to his thumb, then two fingers. She stopped fighting it and found she didn't actually mind the sensation.

His cock pulled out of her pussy. She felt him drag more fingers through the cum on her back. The head of his cock pressed up against her asshole. She felt a slight pressure. She breathed heavily and tried to stay relaxed.

"This angle's not going to work," he said. She breathed out and felt her chest relax before he added, "do you still have that... yeah, that. Give it over here."

A hand slid into the box. There was a flash of light as it parted the curtain, and Kate found it blinding after spending so long in total darkness.

"Here, put this on," he said to her. The arm withdrew.

Kate fumbled around until she found something scratchy with a sharp corner. She put it in front of her and felt it with both hands. She discovered it was a small mask, the kind designed to cover only the area around the eyes.

Was this a joke? While she was inside the box they couldn't see her face at all, but this mask wouldn't actually hide her at all. Everyone would be able to see who she was.

She thought about it for a second. Would she really be able to see these men again and expect they wouldn't know who she was? Brittney wasn't going to stop this. She wasn't here with her boyfriend. She had invited three men over to fuck her as some kind of payback.

Kate put on the mask and slid out of the box.

The light blinded her. She tried to take a step and stumbled. Strong arms caught her and held her up. She looked behind her to see a man with short dark hair and stubble.

He put his cock against her asshole and pressed gently. She moaned softly as she felt her asshole slowly open up. He reached down and started to rub her clit. She put her hand over his, not stopping him, just touching the hand that touched her.

"Turn her this way," Brittney said. As Kate turned toward her she saw that Brittney was holding a video camera in front of her, looking down to watch Kate through the screen sticking out from one side.

Kate thought that she should feel hurt or betrayed, but she didn't. She didn't feel anything at all except for the growing pressure inside her asshole and the intense sensation on her clit.

She heard another beer open and didn't look to see who made the sound.

The man fingered her and she slowly built towards orgasm. The feeling was transformed somehow by the feeling of her asshole being gently spread open.

"Guys, you should see her face. She loves this," Brittney said.

Two men walked around her to stand next to Brittney. One was short, with curly hair pulled back into a man-bun. The other was tall, with dark skin and a shaved head.

"You're not kidding," the man with the shaved head said. "Look at her eyes."

The man behind Kate pulled his cock back until it left her and her asshole closed back up. He reached down to grab his cock and keep it lined up as he pressed it back into her. Kate's asshole opened quicker and easier this time, until the head of his cock was back inside of her. She gasped and panted for breath.

"Holy shit," the man with the bun said. "She fucking loves that."

Kate didn't respond. She felt like the part of her that was humiliated was locked away somewhere deep inside. She let them watch her and her shame was a distant, inconsequential thing.

The man started teasing her clit again. Kate arched her back and pushed against him. She felt like she was opening herself up to him. The head of his cock moved back and forth inside of her ass as her pleasure grew and grew.

Kate came again, more intensely than before. She felt her body try to pitch forward, but strong hands held her by her ribcage and by her pelvis. The cock in her ass pressed ever more intensely, trying to push its way further into her.

"Ouch!" She closed her mouth tight and bit her lip again as soon as the word was out. Kate didn't know why she still wasn't saying anything, but it felt like she shouldn't.

The pressure inside her asshole eased.

"That's okay. I guess that's all you're ready for right now." The man behind her started working the head of his cock in and out of her asshole, not trying to push past her inner resistance.

She could feel the ridge on the back of his cock-head slip in and out of her. She gyrated her hips and moaned at the intense sensation. She didn't know if it was pleasure, but it wasn't pain and it consumed her whole being.

After a few minutes the man pulled his cock out of her.

"Why don't you have a turn while I wash this off," he said to the man with the bun.

The man with the bun pulled his pants down to reveal a thin cock with a pronounced upward curve. He sat on one of the couches and patted his inner thigh while the short-haired man went to the bathroom.

Kate slid her g-string down. She had an awkward time trying to get it over her shoes, and nearly lost her balance as it caught on one of her heels.

She walked over to the couch and climbed on top of him. She knelt over him, straddling him with her knees on the couch next to him. He pulled up the hem of her short top, leaned forward, and put his mouth on her right nipple.

Kate gasped and moaned. She saw Brittney move to sit on the arm of the far side of the couch, recording them from a short distance. She closed her eyes and focused on the tongue rolling around her areola. On the gentle suction when he paused his tongue.

She reached between her legs to stroke his hard cock. She lowered herself a bit so she could rub her pussy up and down the length of his shaft. The movement took her nipple out of reach of his mouth, and once his cock was lubricated she lifted herself back up so he could continue. She stroked his slippery cock while he sucked and teased her nipple.

"Turn her around," the short-haired man said behind her.

Kate turned herself around, sitting back down on his curved dick and feeling it slide inside of her this time. She found she didn't mind being treated like a thing, like a toy. She thought maybe that was what made this possible.

The short-haired man put his hand on her head and his cock in her face. When Kate leaned forward and slid her mouth around it she tasted hand soap and her own asshole. She thought that his cock was clean, but those tastes were bound to linger.

Kate had a hard time focusing on bouncing up and down on man-bun's cock and sucking on short-hair's at the same time. She focused on bouncing, feeling man-bun help push her up and guide her down.

Short hair held the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. Kate leaned forward. The change made it more comfortable to fuck both men. Her weight was farther over her legs, giving her more leverage to fuck man-bun. Her chin lifted and her mouth lined up with her throat, making it more comfortable to take short-hair's cock.

"Oh fuck that feels good," short-hair told her. Kate flushed with unexpected pride. Man-bun pinched her left nipple and she moaned into short-hair's cock.

Kate lost track of time while she bounced back and forth between the two men. She felt like Kate, the person, had disappeared and this fuck toy was left in her place. She let herself enjoy being used and watched and recorded.

"Are you getting close? I want you to cum on her face. I want it on camera," Brittney told short-hair. He grunted his agreement.

He pulled his cock from her mouth. He pumped it a few times, then sprayed ropes of pearly cum into her face. Kate closed her eyes and mouth tight.

"Open your mouth and taste that cum," Brittney told her. Kate opened her mouth. Short-hair wiped some cum from her cheek with his cock and put it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and moaned.

"Damn that looks good," the man with the shaved head said as short-hair stepped away. Kate saw him stroking his cock and licking his lips as he watched her.

Shaved-head put his cock into Kate's mouth. Her jaw stretched uncomfortably. He pushed and she choked immediately. She gagged and squirmed.

"That's fucking good," man-bun said. He pulled on her hips and fucked hard up into her while she squirmed, struggled, and gagged. It didn't take him long to cum, pushing deep into her.

Shaved-head pulled his cock from Kate's mouth, and she collapsed forward. He caught her by her shoulders and gently lowered her to the floor. She lay there panting while she recovered.

Kate heard a snapping sound as Brittney closed the screen on her video camera.

"How was that? Was that what you wanted?" Brittney asked.

"I..." Kate's voice croaked. She raised herself up on one elbow. "What I wanted? You did this!"

Brittney sighed. "Oh Kate. You know, as long as I've known you, you've been selfish. I've done anything and everything for you, and you've done whatever you've wanted.

"When you fucked Randy, I really thought that was the last straw. But I realized something."

Kate lifted her mask to wipe the cum from around her right eye. She lowered her mask back into place and looked expectantly at Brittney.

"I realized that this is just who you are. It's not that you're trying to hurt me, it's just that you can't help yourself."

"No. That's not true," Kate protested.

"Really? You just fucked three men. If you can tell me one of their names, I'll take it all back."

Kate looked down. She thought she should feel bad, but she didn't. She felt oddly relieved.

"So... are we good?" Kate asked.

Brittney sighed. "Sure. Go get us some more beer and we can call it even."

Kate pushed herself unsteadily to her feet. She started to walk to the kitchen.

"There's no more beer in the fridge. You're going to have to go across the street to the corner store," Brittney said.

"Okay. I'll clean myself up and change and then I'll..." Kate started.

"Uh uh. I didn't say to clean up and change and get more beer. I just said to get beer." Brittney held up Kate's discarded g-string.

Kate nodded. She thought she should feel horrified, but she felt excited. She steadied herself on the arm of the couch as she put her panties back on.

She felt lightheaded as she picked her way down the steps. Outside on the sidewalk a couple stopped their conversation as they saw Kate. The woman smacked the man when she caught him turning to look back at Kate.

The store was empty except for the cashier when Kate walked in. She grabbed a six-pack of beer and put it on the counter. The heavyset man behind the counter looked her up and down and smirked.

"Having a good night?" he asked.

Kate looked down and smiled. "I was reconnecting with an old friend and I... made a few new friends."

"Can I be your friend?" the man asked.

Kate bit her lip and squeezed her legs together.

"Yeah, so is this going to be cash or charge? Or maybe something else?"

"Oh no! I left my wallet in my other clothes."

"Of course you did."

"No, really," Kate said. If you just wait here, I can..."

She started to turn away, but the heavyset cashier grabbed her wrist.

"I don't want you to think I don't enjoy this game, but I can't leave the register and we don't know when another customer is going to walk in." He stood up from his stool and lifted the gate on the counter.

"Well, I mean... I guess I could..."

"Is that cum dripping down your leg?"

"I just..." Kate stammered.

"It's okay. I like 'em trashy." He pulled her behind the counter and grabbed a box of condoms. The bell rang as another customer entered the store, and the cashier pushed Kate down.

Kate felt her heart pound. It was one thing when she let herself be used in a safe, controlled environment, but this was something else. She wasn't safe here. Nobody was in control here.

She slowly unzipped the cashier's pants, trying not to make too much noise. His cock was semi-erect as she pulled it out. She felt his eyes on her, but she ignored the look and slipped the cock into her mouth.

Kate teased the head of his cock with her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the line along the bottom of his cock. She paid special attention to the spot where the head met the shaft. He groaned as his cock grew and hardened in her mouth.

"Quiet night?" the customer asked.

"Up and down," the cashier replied. "You should have seen this one girl who came in earlier wearing a Mardi Gras mask. She was a firecracker."

"I'll keep an eye out for her. Can I get a pack of smokes?"

The cashier tried to reach behind himself. When he realized he would have to turn around, he asked, "you sure? You know those things are bad for you, right?"

"Come on, pal."

"Yeah, of course." The cashier turned around, pulling his cock out of Kate's mouth. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and turned back to slap them on the counter.

Kate stroked his saliva-slick cock while he rang the customer up.

"You hear that?" the customer asked.

Kate stopped stroking and squeezed his hard, throbbing cock.

"I don't hear shit. You paying for this or what?"

When the customer had paid and left, the cashier pulled Kate to her feet. He put her on the stool and she leaned back against the counter.

"Aren't you going to put one of those on?" Kate asked, pointing to the condoms.

"You've made me wait long enough." He pulled her panties aside. He grabbed her legs for leverage as he pushed his cock into her. He huffed and panted while he fucked her.

Kate loved the danger and excitement, even though she was starting to feel sore and it wasn't the best sex she had that night. When he came quickly she felt relieved. She also felt proud of herself.

He pulled out and came on her, spraying cum on her belly and her skirt. She put a finger in the cum and tasted it. She moaned a little, for the cashier's enjoyment.

She grabbed her beer and hurried back to Brittney's apartment. She realized she had forgotten to grab the spare keys, and pressed the button to buzz her apartment.

Kate waited outside her door. Brittney didn't buzz her in. A man driving by stopped his car to call out to her.

"Hey, sweetie! You going to bring that ass over here?"

Kate felt her stomach turn. She had been able to lose herself in this game, in this fantasy, but she didn't think she could handle it if it really got out of control.

She looked at the cum oozing down from her belly to her hips. She took in the cum drying on her thigh. She looked at her indecently slutty outfit. Was she going to have to walk home like this? Alone? At night?

The buzzer sounded. Kate rushed inside, flushed with relief. She ran back up the stairs as fast as she could in her impractically high heels.

Brittney and the three men had the video camera connected to the TV, and they were watching Kate cum while short-hair had his cock in her ass. They looked her up and down as she came through the door.

"We were wondering what was taking you so long," Brittney said, looking at the cum on her belly, "but I suppose we should have guessed."

Kate held the beer up in front of herself and smiled sheepishly.