Fumblings in the dark

"It's pitch black in here" Nicole thought to herself, "there's no way he knows where I am. I just have to keep moving and I'll be fiIIIIIIIINE." Her thought was interrupted as a pair of hands roughly grabbed her naked breasts, kneading her nipples.

Nicole spun out of the grasp of her invisible groper, spinning herself around in the process in the vain hope of seeing him approach, allowing her to evade him and continue to look for the key. Unfortunately, her back was against a wall, or at least she thought it was a wall until she felt the erect cock poking between her thighs, stimulating her pussy.

She continued to attempt to escape, but every time she did, she ran into another man, or at least she thought it was multiple men. It had to be, as they seemed to be working together to narrow the free space available, until she was completely surrounded.

From in front of her, a hand grabbed her throat and pulled her forward into its waiting embrace. She felt a tongue run its way across her neck and cleavage. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of visual stimulation or the sexual experiences she had had so far, but these sensations were far more intense than they should have been.

Another man closed the distance behind her, pressing his chest to her back. Distracted by the sensations in front of her, she put up no resistance as he inserted two fingers inside of her, stimulating her pussy. She was lost in the sensory experience, putty in their hands

Suddenly, she was pulled to the left, the surprise nature of the pull enough to make her lose her balance. Nicole fell to her knees. She tried to stand up, but was held in place by a strong hand roughly gripping her red hair. She opened her mouth in a mixture of pain and protest, only to have that stifled by a cock entering her mouth. Unable to see its length, nor prepare for it, Nicole began to ****, until the hand let her come up for air with a sputtering cough, drooling down her chest, hair sticking to her face.

She saw no other way out, so to exert some control, she took the cock willingly the second time. Hands reached down and lifted her hands to two other cocks in the room which she instinctively began to stroke.

Time and space became difficult to measure in the dark, and she had no idea how many people were in the room with her. Sensations became her guide through the world. The feeling of different cocks as they passed through her lips. The occasional rough, calloused hands guiding her head or hands to another penis that needed pleasuring, or swooping low for a grope at her tits or ass.

Over time, these sensations were replaced with the sensations of hot, sticky cum. She still had enough presence of mind to avoid this when she could see it about to happen, stroking the erupting erections away from her body or plunging her blowjob lips down the length of a cock to swallow a load, but the occasional stream of ejaculate found its way into her hair, onto her face, or between her breasts.

Eventually, the number of men with need of her services began to decrease, and as she pleasured those who remained, her free hand often found its way to her nether lips. As she stimulated herself, she pictured what she must look like. Buck naked, hair covered in spit and drying semen, playing with herself. If anyone could see her in the dark, they wouldn't see a moderately successful political staffer, they would see a whore. The whore inside her all this time

When she finished the last man, she felt him slip a metallic object into her hand. The key! Suddenly, the lights came on. In a corner of a room there was a desperately needed shower and a set of towels, which she began to utilize.

"Well that was probably the hottest night vision porn since Paris Hilton" The voice said.

As she washed the cum from her hair, she realized that everyone had seen her inner whore.