The rest of the night (Sarah POV)

*This chapter is from Sarah's POV, and can be skipped if you would like her actions and motivations to remain hidden.

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Guilt.

She felt it deep inside her, telling her she needed to stop. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but that was the problem. It was the wrongness of it that made her heart beat faster, made her legs quiver and made her while body burn with anticipation.

As deep as her guilt was, Callum's cock reached deeper. Scratching dark urges and desires while filling her with enough pleasure to drown out any logical parts of her brain. He had her pressed against the wall, fucking her hard and loud enough that Liam was sure to hear. She could have stopped him, made him go slower or move to a wall that her boyfriend wasn't directly behind.

She didn't.

She let him fuck her there, because as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted Liam to hear. Wanted him to hear the sounds of his perfect unblemished flower being defiled by the man that had tormented then both.

She still loved him, still wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, that wasn't what this was about. If anything it was because she loved him that she was driven to committing these acts most people would think of as cruel.

Ever since she'd hit puberty and was 'blessed' with a chest that seemed to never stop growing, men had wanted her. It started with the lingering stares, the 'accidental' touches and even the occasional creep taking pictures. Her parents didn't care, didn't really listen when she tried to talk about it.

She didn't know, but she knew she was a mistake. An unwanted child that has locked them into an unwanted marriage. The light was gone form their eyes and for the longest time Sarah thought that was the life she had in store for herself.

The looks became more penetrating, the brush of a hand becoming a grope or slap. She should have told someone else, should have stopped them, but it felt so good to finally be wanted. She craved the attention, even as degrading as it could be.

But glances and touches weren't enough, they wanted more, she needed more. Her parents didn't care where she spent the night or what she was doing, they didn't even question it if she brought a new boy home every week. Maybe a part of her was hoping they would, hoping that something she did would make them notice her. But she could be up all night screaming as another guy used her body, and the next morning they'd still act like she barely existed.

The guys she brought home weren't any better, she tried so hard to please them but not one of them cared. Everyone at school hated her for who she was, they could see her desperation and dispised her for it. Everyone but Liam.

Liam had been kind, he'd understood her loneliness. He always defended her, even if it meant he was also being hit with their ****. He'd known her from before she'd fallen to her urges, from before the rumors spread about her had any truth to them. His attention wasn't dictated by the brain between his legs, but came from a genuine place of understanding.

Even at her lowest point he was their for her, and she wasn't going to taint that relationship with the dark depraved side of herself. Or, at least, that had been her plan.

Highschool was ending and she didn't have any plans, no direction or goals in life. A part of her, that part that hated herself maybe, convinced herself that Liam would be done with her. That he'd move on with his life and be all the better for it.

Instead he confessed. Confessed that she meant just as much to him as he did to her, that he never wanted to leave her. It was beautiful, reduced her to a sobbing mess and like the selfish bitch she was she told him she felt the same.

If she had just lied, told him she didnt seem him that way then she wouldn't be here.

Here. On her knees, with a cock in both hands as she took turns deepthrosting them.

"Fuuuuck this whore's unreal man." Daniel moaned as she slurped his cock down her throat, taking care to work her tongue over the head. "Hoe long have you been fucking the bitch?"

He was talking to Callum because of course he was, she was always ignored. She hated it, but she hated more how it made her feel.

She took him in deeper, pushing the impressive length of his cock deep into her throat. She held him there as her eyes watered, making sure to give his balls lots of attention from her hand and tongue.

"I've been using her cunt as a cum dump since highschool." Callum said as he began idly slapping his cock against the side of her face. "I wasn't her first though, I think the whore has fucked ever guy in town except that loser outside."

Just the reminder of Liam brought her close to the edge of cuming again. She pulled her mouth off of Daniel's cock to catch a breath, but Callum picked her up and threw her onto the bed. There was no tenderness or care as he began fucking her again, he didn't care at all if she was enjoying this.

"I used her holes almost every day until the little slut took the looser for her boyfriend. She said she was done with this kind of thing, but it wasn't even a year before her whore cravings got the better of her. Isn't that right slut?"

He slapped her across the face, not an hard as he could but hard enough for it to sting. The pain almost felt as good as his cock inside her, it felt earned, deserved.

"Nuu-ghh Yes daddy!" She squealed, making her voice sound stupid and slutty.

She wanted to be better than this, but she wasn't. She wanted, had promised herself, that as she started dating Liam she would stop. But he was so loving and kind (which was great!) But part of her always felt like this was the treatment she really deserved.

Her fingers dug into the sheets as she felt the guys switch out, Daniel fucking her deeper and rougher than Callum had been. By all rights he should have felt better than Callum did, his cock felt better and he could fuck her harder than any man she'd known. But with Callum there was that wrongness.

She thought if Liam caught her with a stranger, a man like Daniel, he would likely forgive her. He was just that kind of guy. But with the history between Liam and Callum, could he really forgive her?

"Since she's wanted to keep things low key, but I've still been getting good use out of her." Callum was pouring oil over her chest, mouthing her stomach to begin fucking her tits. "But as much as she likes trying to be a good girl for her man, a part of her likes the risk of him catching her."

She'd pushed away any attempt at physical intimacy with Liam, finding excuses or reasons they shouldn't yet. She'd been so scared about this part of herself leaking out, about how he'd react if he knew who she truly was.

"I fucked her more than a few times while they were on the phone." Callum gloated. "Came over the bitches face while she was telling him how much she loved him."

She couldn't keep up the lies, couldn't keep pushing him away. She'd been so selfish for so long... something had needed to change.

"Mmmnnhhh, so what changed?" She could feel Daniel unloading his cum deep inside her. No warning or thought to if she was close at all. "You were sneaking around but tonight you were fine fucking right in top of the sucker."

"I think the slut finally broke." Callum was still, griping her tits tightly and yanking the back and forth to get himself off. "Told me she wanted me to come over and 'push all the boundaries'. Wanted me to humiliate her man and ruin him, as a final send off I guess."

She needed to show him this side of her in the worst way possible, to make sure he wouldn't dream of accepting it. It would destroy him, but he'd find happiness again. A happiness she didn't deserve.

"I dunno man." Daniel said. "Dude seemed kinda into it."

"UuuGghhh, because I know what I'm doing. I know how to push then right to the edge, and then break them."

He slapped her again, harder this time in a way that made her toes curl. His rough grip on her tits tightening even more as his cum began splattering over her face.

If Liam was still out their, he would be sure to hear her cry of ecstacy as she came from the pain and degradation. Her every muscle pulsating and tingling as the orgsim rocked her body. For a breif moment there was no guilt, no shame, no loneliness or self hatred. Just pure bliss.

Before she passed out from the exhaustion, she let herself give just a thought to that one hope. The hope that she didn't deserve to have, but was the only thing that kept her going.

She hoped that Liam could see this disgusting unlovable side of her, and still accept it.