He released my nipples, grabbed my ass, and started fucking me hard. My breasts swayed as he pounded into me. All I could do was grunt as he drove me closer and closer to a massive orgasm.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I kept saying as I got to the line, then trembling, I crossed over. I could feel my cunt contract hard around Brown Eyes cock as I came, which seemed to push him over the edge because I felt him shooting cum into my cunt.
Wait, he’s not wearing a condom? I thought, trying to make sense of what was going on.
I felt him pull out, and he smacked my ass. “You are a great fuck.”
His words caused me to smile in pride until what he said sunk in. I had just let a stranger fuck me. I didn’t know what to think or do, but all of that stopped mattering as I felt another cock slide into me.
“No, please stop,” I muttered, but no one was listening. The new cock was longer but not as thick, and he didn’t last very long before I felt him spray the insides of my cunt with cum.
Another one without a condom? I was sobbing now, tears running down my face as I felt the soft cock fall out and another cock push in. This one was much larger than the last two and hurt as he pushed into me, but all the cum leaking out provided enough lube that it sank in until his pelvis touched my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as I felt his cock hit my cervix.
He waited a few seconds before he started slowly fucking me. His cock hit my cervix with each stroke, causing small orgasms to rip through my body. It wasn’t long before I was an active participant in him fucking me.
I was approaching another massive orgasm when I felt the cock enter my cervix. I think I lost consciousness at that point. The orgasm that hit with the pain made everything go white.
“Hey, are you all right?” some guy was asking as I came around. I was kneeling on the floor, hunched over the toilet bowl. In a daze, I let him help me to my feet. I felt him pull down my skirt and refasten my top.
“I think we need to call the cops,” he said as he let me lean on him.
“No, no cops,” I managed to say, feeling the cum running out of my sore cunt and down my legs. I couldn’t let Ken find out about this, not like this.
“Are you sure?” His face was in focus now. He looked very concerned about the state he found me in.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I told him.
“Are you here with anyone? I could go and get them for you.”
I didn’t want to give out any actual details. But the rape, that is what the guys did to me after Brown Eyes fucked me, had sobered me up a little bit.
Knowing how I must have looked when he found me and the fact that he hadn’t just used me while I was vulnerable said a lot about his character. I decided to trust him a little.
“Thanks for helping me. I have a couple of friends here,” I told him.
“It’s ok, let me at least walk you out of here and see if we can find one,” he said, smiling at me.
I avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I knew I looked cheap. That was how I felt, at least.
As we passed the sink, I saw my purse and picked it up.
Thank God, my license, cards, and phone were still in it, I thought.
We turned towards the main part of the club and walked around where people were. Unfortunately, I was still having trouble walking by myself and stumbled again.
My rescuer helped me sit down at an empty table and stood watching over me. It seemed like a second later, I heard Beca yelling at the guy.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” she screamed, standing in his face.
“I didn’t…” was all he got out before she tried to slap him. He quickly caught her hand and held it, twisting to the side when she tried to kick him. Her antics were causing a scene, so I grabbed her hand.
“He didn’t do anything. He found me and was helping me back to you guys when I almost fell, so he helped me sit down for a second.”
She looked at me then back at the guy before she relaxed. Then, seeing her calm down, he let her wrist go and stepped back.
“Sorry, I thought you had hurt her,” she said, crouching down next to me.
“It’s ok. If you have her, I will leave before my date comes looking for me.” He told us before kneeling and touching my wrist and grinned at me.
“Thanks again,” I told him, smiling back at him.
He leaned over and whispered into Beca’s ear. “I tried to get her to let me call the cops, but she insisted that I not. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.”
He stood up and walked away.
“Who was that?” Beca asked as she checked me over.
“I don’t know. He never gave me his name,” I told her. But, unfortunately, it was too late to ask him now; he was lost in the crowd.
“You smell like a whore house. Let’s go get you cleaned up,” Beca said as she stood up. She could see the sheen the cum had left as it ran down my legs.
She helped me to my feet and led me back down the hall with the horrible carpet to the women’s restroom. I made sure, touching the sign before she opened the door.
She helped me over to the sink and pulled up my leather skirt again, showing off my lower half to the empty room.
“Don’t,” I complained as I tried to pull it down again.
“Stop, Kate. There is no one in here, and we need to get you cleaned up.”
I gave up fighting. I was very depressed at this point and felt like I wasn’t worth anything. So I didn’t say anything as Beca lifted me and sat my bare ass on the counter by the sink.
I only complained once while she washed the filth away because the water had been cold when she started.
The feeling of her gently washing my legs before moving up and gently washing my messy cunt was starting to get me hot again. I made no effort to stop her when she spread my legs wider, using her fingers to scope the cum that leaked out of my cunt.
She would push her fingers in, pulling them out coated with the cum of at least three guys, run them under the water, and go back for more. It felt like she was slowly finger fucking me, and soon I was lifting my ass, pushing against her fingers.
Beca grinned at me as she kept fingering me, pushing me closer and closer before she stopped.
“I think she’s as clean as possible,” she said as she smacked my cunt and stood up.
“Please don’t do this again, Beca,” I pleaded.
“What’s in it for me?” she asked me, raising an eyebrow.
“What do you want?”
“Let’s start with what happened to you, Kate,” she said, helping me off the counter and pulling my skirt down, and walking me over to the couch to sit. We sat next to each other, me leaning into her and her just holding me.
I told her about my mistake with the restrooms, Brown Eyes, and the rest. I cried through most of the retelling, sober enough now to realize what had happened to me.
Several people had walked in and out while we talked, mostly ignoring us, although a few noticed how close we were and smiled, maybe thinking we were a couple.
“I am glad the guy I screamed at found you. I had been looking all over and was afraid someone had snatched you out of the club.”
I just nodded, enjoying the smell of her hair, twisting one of the long strands around my finger as I leaned against her chest.
Beca took her hand and gently lifted my face to look at her. “It’s not your fault Kate that some assholes decided to attack you.” She used her hand to caress my face as she tried to convince the dead part inside me that I would be ok.