slut-problems: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and Ashlee…

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What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and Ashlee was probably going to be happy if that were actually the case. The only thing was, the guy she had chosen to fuck that night wasn’t a very nice person. He had seemed nice enough as they were dancing at the club. He was buying her round after round of drinks and he even handed her a little red pill with the outline of a little red devil embossed on it. It had looked like a piece of candy and she bit into it, realizing that it was’t actually candy before the bad taste settled on her tongue before she swallowed. No matter how many lemon drops she drank after that she could still taste it’s bitterness. 

She hadn’t meant to get so fucked up, but luckily the guy took her up to his room. He was setting up a camera on a tripod and Ashlee tried to ask him what he was doing but her words were coming out like waffles, overdone and fluffy. The sounds she was making didn’t seem to make sense and the world was spinning wildly around her. He was coming over to help her and Ashlee was thankful that she had him at this moment, when her world was literally spinning out of control. 

He helped her out of the slutty red dress she had chosen for the evening, the one she had hoped would glean her the attention that she so desperately craved. 

“Keep the heels and stockings on, Sugar,” he said to her. Did he even know her name? She couldn’t remember his so she guessed it probably didn’t matter. He bent her over the chair opposite the camera and next thing she knew his cock was in her pussy and she was moaning with pleasure. Whatever pill he had given her was heightening the sensations that she was feeling and giving her the type of orgasms that she had always craved. She heard herself screaming as he used her, as he pounded her as hard as he could from behind. Her screams sounded like they were emerging from a long, dark hallway in her mind. It sounded like the screams from someone else, not hers. This whole thing felt like it was happening to someone else! 

“Stick your pussy out you little club slut! Yeah, like that,” he said as Ashlee pushed herself out for him, letting him batter her insides with his oversized dick. She wasn’t thinking about the camera. She wasn’t thinking about consequences or tomorrows. She was high as fuck and she was cumming and cumming, her screams filling her head, and then his cum filling her pussy. 

“Look at this cream pie,” he said opening her pussy lips for the camera. “Push the cum out, slut!” he commanded her. 

She pushed and the cum gushed out, gooey and sticky. 

“That’s beautiful. Perfect,” he said. He led her to the bed where she must have passed out. She couldn’t remember anything more after that, but when she woke up she was alone in the room and it was 3pm the next day. She gathered her purse and put her dress back on. She walked tentatively to the lobby and caught a cab back to her hotel. She turned her phone on and began to look through her messages. There were so many! Why were there so many? 

She clicked on the first message, from one of her friends she was rooming with. There were seventeen messages asking where she was and then there was a link. She clicked on it and suddenly she felt the need to throw up. 

“Stop the car!” she said as she leaned out and puked onto the side of the road. 

“Fuck, lady! That’s nasty!” the cab driver said. 

“I’m so sorry! Rough night,” she said, closing the door. She looked back at her phone. It was a video of her getting fucked by that guy from last night. It had been posted on a porn site, a site everyone knew about and frequented. By now everyone she had ever known had seen this. She watched it through to the part where he had thrown her on the bed and she had thought she had fallen asleep. To her horror she watched as five guys filed into the room and began to fuck her. She was half passed out for the first part, but as the video wore on she could see that she was into it. She was encouraging it. She was cumming her fucking ass off! 

Ashlee put her head in her hands and began to weep. She wasn’t sure if she was crying for being exposed on the internet like that or because she couldn’t remember the gang bang. How had she blacked out for something so fucking awesome? It just wasn’t fair! It had left a bad taste in her mouth.

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