Well, as you might imagine, Cindy’s boyfriend Andy was now showing up regularly to “Do Laundry” and, after that steamy hand job I’d given him, he was obviously hoping for another encounter with me. He would drop little hints about what had transpired between us and was always excited when he happened to stop by while I was hanging out my panties. He was always plenty early too. We usually had more than an hour before Cindy was due back from work.
“Gosh Melissa,” He began one afternoon late in January. “You sure have great taste in panties. Um, well, Valentines day is coming up and, well, I sure would love to buy your sister some cute little panties as a special gift!”
“Well, go ahead Andy.” I told him. “There’s no law against men buying sexy underwear for their girl.”
“I know but…but, well, I’m kinda embarrassed to go in a store like Victoria’s Secret and go shopping around for panties. I think people would be looking at me kinda funny.”
I just shook my head. Of course millions of men do just that and it’s why Victoria’s Secret makes so much money year after year. But I suspected Andy had an ulterior motive and it wouldn’t take long for him to reveal it.
“Oh I doubt that Andy,” I said with a smile, “Lots of men go in there and have fun picking out sleazy panties, especially when they have a cute salesgirl helping them.” I raised my eyebrows when I said that.
“Oh, I know but I was thinking, well, I was thinking maybe… if you have some free time this week, well, you and I could, you know, maybe stop by the mall and run in there and you help me pick out some Valentines panties for Cindy!” He exhaled when he finally finished his explanation. I smiled to myself. Oh yeah Andy. We’ll go to the mall and pick out some panties and, somehow, I’ll manage to get into your pussy! But, I must admit, I’d found his sizable penis kind of intriguing when I’d jerked him off that day. Yes, I was technically “Helping Out My sister” but it was also an undeniable erotic thrill pulling on his hard cock until it spit the contents of his balls skyward. And so…
“Well, I’m busy this afternoon but maybe tomorrow we could squeeze it in…” I calmly replied. Secretly I thought: Yes Andy…and maybe I can rub and squeeze your cock into my panties after we get done shopping! His face brightened and then he got kind of talkative…like we were buds now.
“Cindy usually just wears white panties but I’d like to get her something a little sexier for Valentine’s day.” He needlessly explained. Men. They’re really only interested in one thing.
But the next day, another glorious Southern California winter day, Andy showed up bright and early so we would have plenty of time for our mall excursion. We rode over in his car and he was obviously ogling my legs en route. We parked and made our way into the crowded mall. Victoria’s Secret was just across from the entrance. I know the layout of the store quite well and so I led Andy past the modest styles they usually have towards the front door. I took him into the interior room where the salaciously brief panties are on display. I picked up a little lavender pair that featured lace along the leg bands and just the smallest cotton liner at the crotch. “How about these Andy?”
Andy was quickly warming to the task now. “Sure Meliss’” He responded with barely a glance. “Let’s get a few pairs for her!”
Well, he pawed through that entire section with very little help from me. Seems once he got in the store with a female next to him, his shyness was gone and he concentrated on picking out exactly what he wanted to see on his little girlfriend. Andy quickly had several pairs ready to purchase and then he looked at me.
“How about you Melissa?” He asked, suddenly acquiring a confident air. His deep blue eyes penetrated mine as he asked me that leading question. “How about a pair of nice panties for you? After all, you’ve been helping me out here today.”
I knew where Andy was going with this and I should have declined but I got to thinking. Thinking about my husband, who had recently fucked my little sister and was now off golfing in Oregon. He wasn’t around to add any input about the matter. And so, after briefly considering this offer, I decided to accept.
“Well, okay Andy.” I smiled at him. “How about…how about these?”
Andy gasped when I held up the little white panties I’d spotted earlier. They had no cotton liner and were completely diaphanous. Of course these panties would be irritating to wear all day but they were probably not going to be worn very long at all! There was a series of lacy curls up where my pubic hair would be but they would leave very little to the imagination. Andy swallowed and then took the little panties along with the others and headed for the check stand. He was so proud of himself as the cute girl totaled up his bill and carefully folded the panties and placed them in a nice pink Victoria’s Secret bag. She stuffed some tissue paper in there too, knowing it was a gift.
“Thank you sir!” She beamed up at Andy and he beamed back!
Of course Andy was in high spirits as we drove home and, shortly after arriving, he eagerly asked me if I could model some of the panties “Just to see what they might look like on your sister!” he insisted.
“No, of course not.” I immediately replied. I saw the look on Andy’s face and a secret smile found it’s way onto my face. What did he think? After a little teasing a couple of weeks ago and a hand job, I was just going to frolic around semi nude for him?
“But…but, Melissa…” she started but I interrupted him. “You’re my little sister’s boyfriend. Don’t you think it would be just slightly inappropriate for me to be strutting around in those scandalously brief panties?”
“Well, but don’t you and Sam…um, I mean, well, you and Sam have some panty fun don’t you? We could just do a little of that and…”
“Panty fun? Well, maybe. Actually Sam likes what he calls a ‘free pussy show.’ That’s where he puts on some Coltrane or Miles and I’m supposed to saunter in the bedroom and show off my panties just for a couple of minutes, then I take them off and he lays down on the bed and I have to climb over him and kneel facing away so my asshole and pussy are right in his face.”
“Wow.” Was all Andy could think of to say in response to my intentionally lurid description of our married sex play. And, yes, that’s something both of us like to do. He likes to look and I like to tease.
Andy seemed to be at a loss for words but I knew he wouldn’t just give up. After all, we’d shared a shopping trip to Victoria’s Secret and he had a bag full of sexy panties that he was dying to see me wear.
“Well, Okay how about just modeling the pair I bought for you? After all, I can’t give them to you on Valentines Day in front of Sam and Cindy. Just change into them and, you know, lift your skirt for a minute and that’l be it. And thanks Melissa. It was really swell of you to help me out today. I don’t think I would have had the nerve to go in there without you!”
He was laying it on thick now but I let him hang for a couple more minutes and then without saying yes or no, I went into the bedroom with the panties. Now, I’ve modeled panties for my husband from time to time but this was going to be different. I decided to use a little trick I learned from a sorority sister when I was at USC. My friend Sue told me about this little trick and she knew her way around cock teasing believe me! Remembering what she’d taught me, I got the little bottle of Astro Glide and, after removing my panties, I rubbed some of it onto my freshly shaved pussy lips. When I pulled the see through panties Andy had bought for me into place, they glued themselves to my pussy. They weren’t going to cover much in the first place but now, every nuance of my tight little pink pussy would be on display! Smoothing my skirt back down, I reentered the living room.
Andy was busy at the stereo setup and soon Miles Davis’ classic “All Blues” came on in the room. I realized that now, Andy was hoping for the ‘free pussy show’ I’d described earlier. But he wasn’t going to get that…no way.
Andy smiled at me when he saw me strolling into the room and he sat on the sofa, eager to see those ridiculously brief panties on his girlfriend’s big sister’s loins. I knew no matter what I did the pink flesh of my pussy lips would not be covered by the little white panties but he wouldn’t be treated to a shot of my completely naked pussy. I walked over to where Andy sat and, without hesitation, I reached down and slowly lifted the hem of my skirt until the little panties…now clearly revealing the vertical division I have down there, were exposed. I heard a little gasp escape his lips. I know Andy wasn’t expecting such an explicit view of my barely covered pussy. He briefly rubbed his hand over his crotch as, I assume, his cock was quickly hardening in his pants.
“Aw Gee, Melissa, you’re really something!” He managed to get out while clearing his throat. At that point, I dropped my skirt and, as far as I was concerned, the show was over. But Andy didn’t just give up. No, he moved to his feet and his arms encircled me.
“Lets dance a little.” He said smiling down at me. The music of “Kind of Blue” does have a hypnotic effect on me and I didn’t complain when he pulled me against him and we began to slowly dance around the room. Andy’s penis, yes, his BIG penis was now plenty hard and he made no effort to hide the fact, pressing himself into my groin as we danced. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was getting a little turned on myself. I had only intended to do a little panty teasing but feeling that big thick cock had me remembering what it was like to hold it in my hands and coax all of the sperm out of it. Andy’s hands moved down to cup the cheeks of my ass and I knew I should stop him…but I didn’t. sensing no reluctance on my part, he pulled my butt cheeks into his gently swaying groin and gave me an even more sensuous feel of his manhood…barely hidden beneath his cargo shorts. I looked up at Andy and our eyes met. We shared that unspoken communication between a man and a woman that doesn’t require words. Then, Andy tried to kiss me.
“No Andy!” I sharply told him. “We’re just dancing and we’re not going anywhere else, okay?”
“Okay okay” he said apologetically. “Sorry, I just got carried away with the moment. You…you’re a very desirable woman Melissa. I…I care for you and I wish there was some way I could express my feelings but…”
“But you’re my sister’s guy and I’m a married woman so we’ll have to leave it at that.” Right about then, Flamenco Sketches began. A slow and sultry song and Miles wonderfully tasteful horn filled up the room. I hoped my rebuke was enough but I found myself wanted to dance a little more. And so I grabbed Andy and we renewed our sexy slow dance there in the living room…his now rock hard cock pressing right up against my panty covered pussy.
Oh that Flamenco song just takes me away every time I hear it. Yes, I remember hearing it with Sam during one of my “Free Pussy Shows” and I remember him fucking me like he really meant it afterwards. Sam isn’t the biggest guy I’ve ever had but he knows what to do with what he has!
Now I was getting seriously horny. It was a combination of the music and the very close slow dance with Andy. Also, my lubed up pussy was getting stimulated by those tiny white panties I felt I had to sit down or I might lose control of the situation.
“Let’s…let’s sit down for a minute Andy.” I finally said. We both sat down on the sofa and Andy slipped his arm around me. I knew he wanted to kiss me but I decided not to send him any kind of body language invitation. The smooth jazz continued to fill the room and then Andy slipped down onto his knees before me. I knew what he wanted: He wanted another look at my panties. His fingers took hold of the hem of my skirt and attempted to raise it up but I stopped him.
“Andy, no.” I said simply. “I’m a married woman and we just can’t do this.”
“But Melissa, we’re really not doing anything right?” He began. “I mean, we went shopping, you showed me your Valentine’s gift and now we’re listening to some music and dancing. I love your little sister Melissa. But I have strong feelings for you too. And you know…we’re just fooling around.”
He was persistent. I’ll have to give him that. Finally, I decided that maybe I should “fool around” just a little bit more. With Andy looking on closely, I took hold of my skirt’s hem and slowly pulled it upwards until my very brief panties were exposed. I saw Andy’s eyes fixated on the salacious sight I’d presented him with. Then, I opened my legs and even more of my hairless vagina was visible. With the light coating of lubrication I knew my panties were showing Andy every delightful curve I have down there and the subtle pink color of my pussy lips was also glistening before him.
“Geez Melissa, you are so hot.” He sputtered. He reached out and, instead of trying to grab my pussy, he just used his palms to push my thighs apart even further. Then, I remembered my sorority sister’s words on how to really pull off a major league cock tease: Pull your panties up so both lips are completely naked! And so, I did it. I pulled the skimpy pantries up so that even more of my excited pussy was on display.
Andy didn’t speak but moved even closer to my luridly exposed loins until I could feel his hot breath all over my vagina. He stared at my barely covered pussy for a few moments and then his eyes traveled up to meet mine. He had a hopeful, imploring look on his face and, in response, I took my pussy lips in my fingers and delicately pulled them open. Now only the very center of my sex was hidden from my little sister’s boyfriend’s gaze.
“Oh Mel, Please!” He begged, “Please honey, I’ve got to…to…” and, with that he reached for the waistband of my tight little panties, his intentions clear.
“No! Andy, no!” I whispered, “Don’t take off my panties! I’m a married woman, and it wouldn’t be right, you know that!”
“Oh but Mel, I’m so hard! Please baby, please let me…let me just for a second…”
“Andy, don’t take off my panties! I’ve let you look! I showed you my panties but I just can’t let you take them off! My bare pussy is only for Sam to see!”
Andy didn’t accept defeat but moved to his feet and quickly unzipped his shorts and dropped them to the carpet. His briefs quickly followed and now I was faced once again with that mammoth penis. Yes, I remembered what a feeling of power I got while stroking that big hard rod of flesh. I remembered the sensation of his cock stiffening and then jerking as he reached orgasm with my small hands fondling him. And, yes. Yes I wanted to feel that big stiff cock but I couldn’t let him fuck me.
Andy didn’t give me a chance to decide a course of action because he was right upon me very quickly. He took his hardon in his hand and brought it to the flimsy crotch of my panties. He then began to rub it up and down along the lacy cloth that provided the final barrier to my pussy hole.
“Don’t Andy…” I gasped, “Don’t take off my panties!” But Andy wasn’t making any attempt to pull down my panties. Now, he was rubbing his bloated cock head all over my exposed pussy lips! I began to regret my decision to lubricate my pussy beforehand because now he was getting closer and closer to penetrating me even with my tiny panties doing their best to protect me! His cock was shiny now from my light coat of Astro Glide and now my natural feminine lubrication was adding to it. That big plum shaped cock head was rubbing all over my barely covered pussy and trying to insinuate itself into the desperately resisting hole Andy could sense there. All it would take would be one big shove and all of that gigantic cock would slide into my helpless little pussy. I sensed the situation getting away from me and finally, I reached out and grabbed Andy’s big thick cock hoping to stop him from fucking me.
“Andy…please don’t fuck me! It wouldn’t me right!” I was begging now and holding his onto his prick for dear life. I gave his cock a light squeeze and he grunted in response. I had only one hope now…to get him to come before he managed to cram all of his big throbbing cock into my wildly excited pussy.
“Andy…go ahead and rub your cock all over my panties, okay? Please don’t fuck me but go ahead and enjoy my panties all you want!” It wasn’t much but it was the only card I had to play now.
Andy seemed to consider my offer and then asked me to roll over onto my knees there on the carpet. “I’ll rub it in your butt cheeks Mel. I think I can come that way.”
I obeyed as soon as I heard his words. I saw a glimmer of hope just ahead and so I moved to my knees before him with my arms resting on the sofa cushions. I felt him lift my skirt and knew that my womanly ass cheeks and puckered little back hole were now visible to him. Andy took my pussy lips in hand and spread me open, just pushing the now wet panties out of his way. Then I felt his huge cock beginning to slide over my well lubricated pussy lips. Up and back he maneuvered his rock hard cock all over my pussy lips and asshole as I began to helplessly moan beneath him. Of course it felt good! And, of course I wanted to get fucked right then! Who was I kidding? I felt tremendous desire for that big prick the first time I saw it in the patio a couple weeks ago. Now, it was knocking on my door and I was hard pressed not to let him in! But I just couldn’t!
“Don’t fuck me Andy!” I begged again, “Please don’t take off my panties and fuck my little bare pussy!”
Andy was fired by my words and I felt his penis begin to pick up speed, rubbing all over my barely covered pussy and asshole. And then, then he pulled my panties out of the way and all of my shaved pussy and asshole were open to him! I was completely helpless now! My panties were so skimpy they were easily rendered useless and now I was at my little sister’s boyfriend’s mercy.
But there was to be no mercy. No, Andy took hold of his big stiff penis and placed the well lubricated head at the tight little dimple of my anus. My eye’s widened as I realized what was about to happen but it was too late now to do anything about it!
“Not back there!” I wailed. “Not my asshole! It’s too big Andy! Please, it’s just too big!”
But all of my teasing had Andy beyond the point of reason and more and more pressure was applied to my vainly resisting asshole until, at last, it caved in and Andy’s big cock surged into my body. I cried out in protest but Andy, moving slowly, managed to finally load all of his thick penis into my asshole. I realized there was no more I could do now. Begging wouldn’t help me. So I just knelt there and took it. Andy began to fuck me now, putting all of his throbbing hardness up my ass repeatedly as I squirmed beneath him. He took hold of my waist and began to pull me back to meet him each time he stabbed forward. Then, the quiet sound of his balls slapping into my glistening pussy lips began to fill the room. Andy slipped one finger into my pussy and rubbed my special spot just inside. That wonderful little spot I’d discovered when I was just a girl which has brought me so much pleasure over the years.
Eventually, that finger stimulating my feminine core began to overpower the lewd act of sodomy I was being subjected to. And then…then I reached back and took Andy’s prick out of my asshole and dragged it down to my neglected little pussy just below. I glanced back at him and he got the hint. He drove mercilessly into my excited little pussy and then began to fuck me with all he had!
Yes! Yes, it was as good as I’d dreamed it would be. Yes, his big thick cock was taking me right where I wanted to go. I shoved my ass back to meet him and we quickly established a rhythm together and I couldn’t help but call back to him: “Oh Andy! That’s it! Fuck me harder Andy! Give me your cum! Fuck me good and hard and then cum in my pussy!” Well Andy gave me some of that request anyway. For the next few minutes I got the ball jarring fuck of my life but, when I was time for him to spurt, he pulled out of my pussy and shot gobs and gobs of hot sperm all over my recently fucked asshole.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I cried as each jolt landed on my sensitive rear cheeks and then slowly drizzled down onto my panties.
Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of the garage door opener. But…but Sam wasn’t due back until tomorrow. There was no time to think. Both of us jumped to our feet and did our best to compose ourselves. I saw Sam, carrying his golf clubs, walking up the back steps into the kitchen.
The whole living room now smelled of sex. Oh my God! What next?
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I am going to add more chapters on either " All About Jasmine” or " The Male Masseur"…….. ….Tell me which want would you like to read first?
No news from you guys…. So perhaps I think you would prefer more excitement than the usual “Reluctancy” storyline….here we go then…. ….. …
The Male Masseur
Continued from previous chapter after being gangbanged by 3 men in the pub and enjoyed every minute of it…………
I must have had an aura around me that night, walking home through the dark streets after having been used, even abused, by three men at the pub, loving every second of it. Sure, it had been rough at times, and the fact that the video they had shot of me being penetrated in both holes was going to get passed around among their friends and probably way beyond their circles worried me slightly, but that part aside, the night had confirmed everything I had learned about myself this week. I was a slut, and a hard-core one at that. I got turned on by being used, especially by strangers. Especially by strangers who didn't mind hurting me a little.
It might seem like an odd thing to be thrilled about, but my regular, boring, mainstream life had been replaced with overwhelming, dirty pleasures, easy to pursue.
My newly found needs must made me send out weird signals, because it seemed wherever I went these days, someone's fingers or cock was always there, ready to use me. My body must have screamed 'easy access'. I must have smelled 'slut' a mile away.
Whatever the reason, that night on my way home I got exactly what I asked for.
I left my panties back at the pub, and I hadn't wiped Carl's and Donnies cum off me. It was still drying on my cunt as I walked through the commercial quarters, all the shops closed, most of them with bars pulled down over the windows. I had left the pub without covering my breast because it served as a reminder of what happened, but at one point I had put them back in. I might enjoy looking like a slut, but I didn't want to look like a raving lunatic.
Apart from a few cars, I didn't meet anyone. One of the cars, a black sedan with dark windows, slowed down to check me out. I kind of hoped that whomever was behind the wheels would stop and grab me and have his way with me, but he didn't.
The cold night breeze lifted my short, wide dress and I felt cum drying on my pussy. Everything was perfect. But it was about to get even better.
I saw someone approaching on my side of the street. He was a big guy, a muscular, black man in cargo pants and a white t-shirt. As he got closer, I could read the text on his shirt: 'Sluts loves my nuts'. The man I didn't seem to pay me any attention. On the contrary, he almost had a look of contempt on his face. That, or I was just imagining things.
The short dress and the cum between my legs suddenly made me feel dirty in a bad way, like I was disgusting rather than sexy. With my mind clearing up after all the tequila, I realized I probably was. I looked down in shame as he passed me, trying to make myself as small and invisible as possible. It was bound to fail, as the lights from the closed shops flooded the sidewalk, and there was no one else around to take focus away from me. I was the opposite of feeling turned on.
And then, I felt a hand grabbing my ass, and I jerked by surprise. Before I had time to grasp the situation or even feel lust hit me, the guy had siezed me by the arm and was roughly pulling me backwards towards one of the storefronts.
"Wait, wait", I said, trying to get back on my feet. "You don't have to ...", but before I had time to finish the sentence he slammed me against the window, taking the breath out of me. I collapsed on the ground as I saw him ripping his cock out of his pants, already half hard, preparing to rape me.
It hit me. I was about to get raped in an empty street. How was that even possible? I had been violated by strangers at least four times this week without my consent, how could someone rape me if all I wanted was some strangers cock to abuse me?
Possible or not, it was exactly what was about to happen. The man bluntly pulled me up by my hair and put his cock in my mouth, abruptly and without hesitation.
"Suck it, bitch", he said as he started fucking my mouth, slamming the back of my head against the store window. He was lifting his t-shirt with his left hand to watch me taking his cock all the way, and with the other he leaned against the store front, my hair wrapped around his it. I couldn't get away.
My mouth instinctively started sucking his cock, as my mind freaked out. What the hell was I doing? There was nothing sexy about this, nothing hot about getting slammed against a store window with a stranger's cock in my mouth, why the hell was I sucking him?
But I was. My slut mouth apparently sucked everything that was put into it and liked it.
"Yea that's it, baby, suck Big Daddy's cock like a good girl."
Shit. It was like a bloody sex trigger. 'Good girl' put me right into hypnosis mode, it seemed. All I ever needed to hear was what a good girl I was, and my juices immediately started flowing. Good girls sucked cocks whenever they had one in their mouths, that's what good girls did.
I peeked up at the big guy and he met my eyes. I kept eye contact as I sucked harder, and it seemed to turn him on, because he started growling as I shoved my mouth onto his cock.
“HEY!! YOU!!”
I head a male voice from somewhere behind him.
“Get the hell off that woman!”
Oh no. A savior. The black man pulled his dick out of my mouth and let go of my hair. I collapsed back down on the ground as my assaulter turned to the faceless man and said:
“Yeah? And who’s gonna make me?”
I heard a thump and a whine, and I saw the black guy stumble back towards me.
“What the fuck …” he said, before I heard another thump and he lost his footing and slammed right into the window next to me. I looked up and saw him holding his hands underneath his chin, blood gushing out of his nose like a fountain.
“I am”, my savior answered calmly. His voice was deep and sexy, and I looked up at him. He was a tall guy, wearing grey slacks, a light blue button-up and a casual sports jacket. He had cute dimples and a really manly, square chin. He was rubbing his knuckles and then he stretched a hand towards me.
“Come.” I took it and he helped me up.
“Now get the fuck out of here”, he told the man, who didn’t hesitate. He took off down the street, not missing a beat.
“How are you, miss?” the man asked with concern in his voice.
“I’m alright. He didn’t have time to do much before you showed up.”
“It looked like he did something.” He lifted his hand to my face and his thumb slowly wiped some saliva and pre-cum of my lips.
“It’s ok”, I said again, self-consciously.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I looked at him again. His eyes were blue, contrasting his dark hair, styled back in a perfect wave. He was really handsome. Maybe being saved from abuse by a handsome, kind man wasn’t that bad after all.
“Would you like me to walk you home?” he said, putting a gentle hand on my lower back. I softened.
“No, that’s ok.” Dumbass. Of course I would have liked him to walk me home.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to walk home on your own. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” My heart tingled. “Maybe being alone isn’t the best thing after an experience like that? Perhaps I can offer you a cup of tea and a shower at my place?”
Oh. This was definitely going somewhere fast. Maybe not to the place I had expected, but it might actually be equally good. If not better.
“Uhm … sure”, I said, trying to sound more vulnerable and torn-up than I felt, so helping me out wouldn’t seem unnecessary.
“Good, come on.”
He walked me down the street, hand still on my lower back.
“What were you doing, walking home alone at this time of the night?”
My mind returned to the pub and being fucked in the ass and pussy by two strangers while the third one was filming, and I blushed like crazy. That was pretty much the opposite of this, and I instantly wish I had never done it.
This was what the voice in the back of my head had tried to tell me on Monday: I’d never be able to turn back after venturing into slut-land. On the inside, I would always be the one who had let men abused my body and loved it. And now, here I was with a handsome, kind man who seemed interested in me, and I was an ass-slut. Damnit.
“I was at the pub with my best friend, and she went home with a guy. I didn’t think, I just left.”
“Not the wisest move.” He smiled, a warm smile showing perfect teeth. My heart skipped a beat.
“No. I guess not. Good you came along.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Thank you for helping me.”
“It was my pleasure, entirely.” His hand squeezed my waist a little, more like a reassurance than an advance. Unusual feeling. It was a long time since I’d been in a regular, loving relationship, and by now, my body seemed to have gotten used to a different type of grabbing.
We turned in to another street, with less stores and more apartments. It was not very fancy - the facades had started to shed and there were dumpsters outside every third front door. I would not have taken this street on my own, but it felt safe with this guy next to me.
“Wait. I haven’t asked. What’s your name?”
“Oh, of course.” He stopped and offered me his hand. “I’m Jimmie.”
I took it and smiled as charmingly as I could.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jimmy.” He didn’t let my hand go right away. Instead he took a step closer and I drew a deep breath. Was he going to kiss me? Here, in the alley, already? I really hoped so.
“Likewise”, he whispered, his deep voice sounding a little thicker.
But instead of a kiss, I felt his hand back on my back, sliding down towards my ass. Oh my god. We were going to make out in a shabby alley. He wasn’t as decent as I had thought. Not surprisingly it totally turned me on, and I found myself thinking ‘husband material’, before his hand was suddenly between my legs, finding its way in between my butt cheeks.
“Nice”, he whispered in my ears when he noticed I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my skirt. “No wonder that man couldn’t keep his hands off you.”
I was getting wet. As his fingers played softly with my pussy lips, I spread my legs a bit to allow him better access.
“That’s not the way to take a woman though, is it? Forcing your cock into her mouth and slamming her against a store front like that.”
He removed his fingers and placed both his hands on my hips, pressing me up against the brick wall and leaning towards me to passionately lick my neck. I lifted my chin and moaned.
He obviously liked to hear about the horrors he saved me from. I decided to play along.
“No, it wasn’t right”, I whispered with a husky voice. “He held me by the hair and forced me to suck it.”
“I bet you liked it a little bit, though?” He had grabbed a hold of both my wrists and held them against the wall above my head. His hand was back in between my legs, rubbing my moist pussy harder this time. Should I tell him the truth about how I almost started to like it? Or would it make him back off if he knew what a slut I was? I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“No, it was awful. His black cock was way too big for my mouth, and I was so scared of what he was going to do next.”
“Oh, I know what he was going to do next. This.” And with that, he let go of my wrists, reached around my chest and ripped my dress apart, all the way from the top to the bottom. He grabbed the thin shoulder straps and pulled the torn dress off me. From one second to the next, he had undressed me in a way that would make me unable to get dressed again. I heard him unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper.
It was hot, but it started to look less like a passionate make-out session and more like fucking in an dirty alley. Not that I minded.
But then he pressed his forearm hard against my shoulder blades, my naked breasts against the raspy bricks, and he shoved two fingers up my ass.
“This is what he was going to do to you next, slut”, he hissed and push his cock into my already abused ass.
I’m sure it would have been a real turn-on, had he not pressed me down so hard my breasts scraped against the house wall. I whined and tried to push away from it with the palms of my hands. His transformation was so sudden, so shocking, so scary. I found myself more afraid of this guy than I had been of one that had forced me to suck him against the storefront.
“Hell no, bitch.” He grabbed both of my arms and twisted them behind my back, leaving my cheek to carry my weight against the bricks. He pulled me onto his cock using my arms, my face hitting the wall with every push, only to pull me back in.
“No, Jimmie, this is not necessary, I swear, you can do anything to me, I’m a slut, I’ll do whatever you tell me, just please not against this wall, it hurts.”
“Damn right you’ll do anything I tell you. You’ll do this, and it will hurt.” He grabbed my hair with his loose hand and angled my cheek against the wall so I couldn’t turn it or move at all.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like what that fucking dick did to you over there. I saw you sucking him like you were starving right after he threw you into the store front like a piece of trash. You get off on this, don’t you? You don’t actually believe any man would let an opportunity like that pass him by, you whore?”
He was right. If there was anything I had learned about men, it was that pretty much all of them were prepared to abuse a woman if she asked for it. And apparently, it was still asking for it.
My cheek was getting sore and started to hurt more and more. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, he pulled out and threw me down on the ground. He flipped me over. His face had changed entirely. What had been a handsome, kind-looking man with a strong jawbone just a second ago, now looked like an enraged wrestler. Lightning shot out of his eyes, he was showing his perfect teeth, but this time it wasn’t as much a smile as a growl. His slacks were pulled down to his thighs as he knelt down on top of my face, effectively holding my shoulders in place.
The ground was just as hard as the wall and littered with trash. A second ago I had been scared to death, but now, seeing his raging face and his eyes craving violent sex - and moreover: his hard, big dick right in front of my face, the terror was slowly replaced by a familiar excitement. My breathing got harder and I found myself licking my lips, anticipating his cock in my mouth.
And cock in my mouth is what I got. His hand was against the wall and the other one lifted my head by the hair and pushed my mouth on to his swelling dick, just like the black guy had done not ten minutes ago.
“I’m not an idiot. I felt all that cum on your pussy when I put my fingers into it. That did not come from that guy raping you back there, that’s for sure. You’ve been whoring yourself out all night, slut. Let me guess, you’ve taken more than one cock in your holes, haven’t you, all of your holes? How many guys got to fuck you? Did they get to force you? Hurt you?”
I wanted to answer, but his cock filled my mouth, so all that came out was a garble.
“Oh, you want to talk, do you? Sure, my little cum-slut, talk.” He pulled out and took his cock in his hand, rubbing it just above of my face. I rested my head back on the ground, taking deep breaths.
“Come on now, tell me about all the cock you got.”
I was feeling pretty fucking confused by now. This was obviously a rape. We were in an ally, he was holding me down, trash-talking me and hurting me. There was a fine line between more or less non-consensual abuse and down-right rape, and I kind of felt this might be on the wrong side of it. At the same time, he was super hot and I was really turned on and it totally felt like it was on the right side.
It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it still did. It seemed every new bottom I hit just led to another basement of hot and bothered humiliation. And I really liked this man’s face - both the sweet, manly one and this new, enraged, wild animal.
“Three”, I said, still catching my breath.
“Only three?”
“Yes. My best friend got me drunk on tequila and then she let them fuck me.”
“Just the kind of friend a girl like you need. Did you know these three guys?”
I shook my head. “I’d never been to that bar before. First it was hot, I was really drunk and they were feeling me up and stripping me down right in front of everyone.”
He was rubbing himself harder. I swallowed.
“But then this one guy pulled up a phone and started filming us, and the others held me down and fucked me in the ass and my cunt at the same time.”
“I’m sure you fucking loved that. You’re the kind of slut who wants to be hurt and violated, I could spot that a mile away. I’m sure you were literally begging for them to abuse you.”
“Yes, I was”, I admitted.
“You’re going to get violated a lot, let me tell you. You fucking reek of it.”
I was breathing heavily now, my pussy had started acing for him to fuck it.
“I hope so”, I said with a weak voice.
“Well, my turn to violate your sore, used cunt.”
He stood up with his cock in his hand.
“Get up and bend over towards that dumpster”, he said and pointed at an overfilled, green plastic container next to us, lid half open and plastic bags full of waste pouring out if it. I did as I was told, my pussy in bliss at the thought of getting penetrated again. But instead of his cock, I felt a hand slapping my ass cheek. I gasped in surprise and turned my head.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
I didn’t really know yet.
“It was just … a slap”, I said quietly, worried that I was insulting him.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
He hit me again, much harder this time, and I cried out.
“I should have known you wanted some real pain.” He slapped me again, quite clearly leaving a red mark on my ass, and then again, at the same spot. It was getting sore.
“I’m going to make sure you can’t sit down for a week, little cunt.” And he smacked me again. My ass was burning.
I heard him pulling his belt from his pants, and for a second I felt faint. This was not the kind of pain I knew. Being whipped by a belt was discipline, not sex. It was bondage. Would this really turn me on? Would I be able to take it?
I didn’t have time to answer that question before the first stroke hit me. I screamed. It was incredibly painful, much worse than I had anticipated.
“A bit above your threshold, is it?” I could hear in his voice that he grinned. He slapped me with his hand right on top of the mark his belt had made, and I whined. He whipped me with the belt again. The pain shot through my body like fire.
“STOP!!” I screamed. “I CAN’T! IT HURTS, STOP IT!!”
I stood up, but just like before he grabbed my hands too quick for me to react, twisted them on my back and pushed my face back onto the dumpster.
“Not your call, lady. This is what you are, a back-alley whore. This turns you on like a fucking slut, whether you know it or not.”
The belt went down on me again. I felt like I was going to pass out. He rubbed my sore ass, the belt apparently wrapped around his hand, hitting me lightly a couple of times. The pain was different now. My ass already red and soar, his light slaps shot tingles through my body, and down to my pussy. I moaned involuntarily.
“See?” He slapped it a few more times, harder now, obviously training my ass to take the pain. It worked. His hands against the pain made my pussy go wet again. Completely out of my control, my ass pushed against him. He slowly let my arms go, making sure I wasn’t going to make a run for it, and then he tapped on the inside of both my thighs, indicating that he wanted me to spread them. I did, but on shaky legs. This was not good. Or was it?
“I’m going to show you what REALLY gets your juices flowing now, you little cunt. Would you like to know?”
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Continued from previously where Jasmine wax wandering the as street…..cumming up to a familiar apartment where s former old school classmate lived….
We’ll continue from here then……
Chapter 7
The Mistake
Xavier’s jaw dropped when he answered the door of his high-end city apartment. From the flawless tanned skin to the big tits squeezed into a dress probably two sizes too small, to the long shapely legs accentuated by extremely high heels, Jasmine was a walking wet dream. He immediately recognized Jasmine. They had been really good friends throughout High School, but college had caused them to drift apart. Xavier had already made a good name for himself as a rising star within the legal community. Jasmine was aware of this even though she worked in a different industry (prior to becoming a cum bank), and was hopeful that Xavier could help.
“I see..” the lawyer said, frowning, “And this is Nicole, right? That Nicole that you were always hating on.”
“Yes, that bitch!” Jasmine replied.
“I’ll help, of course.” Xavier said, “I just need to be sure of some of the details, so that I know how to approach this.”
“Of course!!” Jasmine exclaimed, feeling joy for once instead of humiliation or horniness, “Anything.”
“That gym attire you referred to.. Can you describe it to me?” Xavier asked.
“It’s a slingshot bikini. But it’s also a teardrop thong.” Jasmine said, but Xavier still looked confused so she continued, “Um.. imagine a huge rubber band. Place one end around one shoulder, then wrap the bottom between my legs over the.. pussy.. and then put the other end around the other shoulder. That’s practically it. The portion covering the nipples is slightly thicker, and the portion over the pussy is thicker as well.”
“Ah,” Xavier said, jotting something down, “And these sex machines that you were talking about, can you describe what you did with them?”
“There is the Sybian. It’s kind of a soft triangular-ish shaped chair with a dildo on it. I sit on it, and it vibrates against my clit while the dildo fucks me. I play with the Sybian every morning before I leave the house. And the Monkey-Rocker is basically a rocking chair which fucks me as I rock back and forth, I ride it every Sunday after my naked tanning sessions in the backyard..” Jasmine tailed off, blushing.
“Right,” Xavier continued, “And how many days have you spent as a prostitute?”
Jasmine winced at the word, and Xavier hurriedly added, “I’m sorry, Jasmine.. But I just have to be clear about the details.”
“Twice a week. Today is a Thursday, so I’m supposed to be working the corner now.. I’m not sure if you count the gym sessions where I fuck too. And I fuck clients almost every week. I think, on average, I fuck at least two strangers every single day..” Jasmine answered, tearing up.
Xavier put his arm around the pitiful Jasmine, trying to avoid glancing down at her enhanced boobs and deep cleavage. “Just two more questions.. Then we can consider how to proceed with this, alright? What is your role in the company exactly?”
“I’m.. I’m.. A toilet cleaner.. But Nicole mainly keeps me around her, to humiliate me more..” Jasmine replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“So it’s just a title? She hasn’t really made you, well.. Clean toilets? Or anything related to the job?” Xavier frowned.
Jasmine nodded slowly.
“Alright, last question,” Xavier squeezed her shoulder comfortingly, “What is your legal name and new breast size after the surgery?”
“Jizzmine.. 36F..”
Xavier arranged for his driver, Fred, to give Jasmine a ride home. A couple of minutes after entering her house, she received a call from her knight in shining armour. “Ok so, I’ve got a plan in mind. I’ll be at Nicole’s office tomorrow with everything that we need. I know you said you’re supposed to get in at 6 and she normally arrives at 8. I think, in order not to make her suspicious, you should reach the office as per normal tomorrow. I’ll try to intercept her before she gets in.”
Jasmine happily agreed. Even Sam’s refusal of sex that night - a frequent occurrence these days - was not enough to dampen her mood.
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Taking Xavier’s advice, Jasmine arrived at Nicole’s office at 6 as usual, then stripped naked and posed in her favourite position. She could not help smiling to herself at how she would be ruining the bitch, Nicole, soon. Even the glow of the morning sun on her evenly-tanned naked body, which would have usually brought her a fresh wave of humiliation as she exhibited herself in front of the full-length windows, seemed to be hinting that it was a new dawn.
Nicole was late. Jasmine’s nerve was wavering by the time Nicole got in at 9, but the naked Jasmine was still posing proudly in her favourite position in the morning sun, hoping that Xavier would show up soon. Nicole seemed rather preoccupied with her computer. After checking Jasmine’s armpits, arms, legs, pussy and asshole for a complete and thorough shave, she shooed the slave away to make a cup of coffee from the nearby machine, apparently satisfied that Jasmine was cleanly shaved from the neck down.
Cindy knocked and entered, frowning slightly. “Nico, there’s a lawyer here to see you. He says it’s urgent and he wants to speak to you before he files.. Something.” she said, ignoring the naked Jasmine. It was a common sight for the busty slut to be completely naked in Nicole’s office anyway.
Jasmine pipped up then pretended to be calm, hoping the two women had not realized.
“Yeah, alright Cin, send him in. I’ve also sent you the confidential documents, and I need two copies, asap.” Nicole replied. This was about as curt as Jasmine had seen her with Cindy, and inwardly she was feeling immense happiness about how thrown off Nicole seemed today.
“You, slut. Your favourite position. Back against the glass, face the centre of the room.” Nicole ordered.
Jasmine half-groaned. She did not really want to be seen naked by Xavier. But, she thought to herself, after he was done saving her, she honestly would not mind milking his cock! In any case, she assumed the erotic position, chest heaving.
“What is she doing?” the lawyer said commandingly when he entered the room, staring at the beautiful naked Jasmine.
Jasmine blushed. Nicole stayed silent, frowning at Xavier.
“What is she doing?” Xavier repeated.
“This is her favourite position.” Nicole replied.
The two burst out laughing.
Jasmine realized, to her horror, that she had been betrayed! She opened her mouth to speak, but was swiftly silenced by Nicole. All she could do was continue standing there, naked and exposed for their casual viewing, while they continued speaking.
“I know, I know.. A little over the top. But the idea is that when she says ‘MY favourite position’, it really reemphasizes how much of a slut-slave she is. Like she’s telling everyone that SHE likes to be in such an exhibitionistic position!” Nicole joked.
“I do apologise for the short notice, calling you at an unearthly hour last night, Nicole. But well, business is business and I thought it would be an opportunity that would benefit the both of us.” Xavier said, chuckling.
“Yes, I think we should get down to it. I’ve taken the liberty of asking my legal department to draft up an agreement. I really look forward to your firm’s assistance, and so does Sluts Corp. The higher-ups gave their go-ahead this morning, you’ll represent us during the merger.” Nicole replied, before continuing, “My secretary is in the midst of getting the hard copies for us. In the meantime, and on the topic of benefits.. Would you like a little taste of JIZZMINE? She’s always clean shaven, but I specifically checked this morning since you asked about it last night. The slut’s body is completely hairless.”
Xavier declined the sexual favours from Jasmine for now, but he and Nicole used Jasmine’s naked body as a floormat while they discussed business. Xavier got the “tit-side” and enjoyed using her sizable melons to cushion his feet, while Nicole got the “pussy-side” and absent-mindedly used her heel to try to extract Jasmine’s wedding ring from the poor Jas’s pussy. Apparently, aside from Xavier’s team taking up the legal matters for the prospective Clit-Sluts merger, the business proposal would also be beneficial for his firm because they would be allowed to use one “horny and big titted exhibitionist”, and so would their clientele. Of course, there were no prizes for guessing who the “horny and big titted exhibitionist” was. Somehow, the big breasted floormat felt worse about getting ignored than if they were actively humiliating her. It was as though her completely naked form, nicely spread-eagle on the floor like a star, was not worthy of their attention.
“Oh, yeah, how about a fun story? Perhaps that will get you in the mood.” Nicole suddenly said.
Xavier laughed, before replying, “Yeah, sure. What’s this about?”
Jasmine groaned, staring up at Xavier’s thighs as he rested his feet on her tits. She had a feeling that she knew which story Nicole was referring to. She had become particularly fond of humiliating her slave by forcing her to recount “HER favourite story”.
As predicted, Nicole curtly gestured for the naked Jas to get to her feet. Jasmine hurried to obey, brushing the dirt from Xavier’s shoes off her voluptuous chest.
“You know what to do. Tell Xavier your favourite story!” Nicole ordered.
Jasmine blushed. She had performed this well-rehearsed routine countless times, but not in front of someone who actually knew her before she had become a subservient naked slave (except Nicole, of course). Well, until now.
Trying to avoid the eyes of the man who had betrayed her, Jasmine began twiddling her nipples.
“This is my favourite story. I love telling it to people!” she pinched her stiffening teats as she spoke in a shrill, bimbo voice.
Xavier laughed loudly.
“Oh, and.. Like, I’m gonna rub my clitty and finger this slut pussy of mine. Just gets me so horny every time I tell the story! Sorry, not sorry.” Jasmine stuck out her tongue, dragging her index and middle finger over it, before using the wetness to draw a slow circle around her clit that was beginning to emerge from its hood.
Nicole got up to pour a drink for Xavier and herself, giggling.
“So, like, I got a pair of big fake titties at this nice place called Pamper Clinic. Look, they are SOOO fake!” Jasmine jiggled her surgically enhanced chest from side to side, winking.
“The doctor was this charming hottie called Repmap. I wanted to strip him naked and ride him using this slutty cunt the moment I saw him!” Jasmine continued, inserting two fingers deep into her moistening pussy.
“He took such good care of me before and after the surgery, massaging me all over my body, focussing a lot of attention on my sensitive areas..” Jasmine rubbed her clit.
“Then, like, after he helped me balloon up my fake titties, I rested in the hospital for a day. But then, on the night of the second day, that’s when my favourite part happened!!” Jasmine giggled while she continued masturbating, the other hand now squeezing her big tits.
“So, the nurses led me to the second floor of the clinic. I didn’t even know the clinic had a second floor, silly me. It was a huge room, but it was pitch darkness. Then, they left me there! I was hoping for a group of muscular men to come over and fuck me hard, but then nothing happened for a couple of minutes. My pussy was so wet from anticipation. There I was, wearing nothing but a flimsy gown and flipflops, and nobody was there to give me a good bang!” Jasmine pouted.
“Anyway, after a while, the lights came on and there was Dr. Repmap. I may be dumb, but I also looked around the room. And it was a wonderful sight. It was like, you know, a glory hole. But like, a pussy glory hole?” Jasmine licked her juice off her fingers, before continuing to play with her pussy.
“There were girls all around the room on raised platforms, waist-ish high. I think, maybe 4 or so on each side of the room. Like, I could only see their legs, and a little of their body. Bellybutton down, you know? The rest of their bodies were hidden behind the partitions, which was like this soft wall made of velvet or something. Their legs were secured in.. Stirrups. Almost like a gynae’s stirrups, but made of leather? And, like, lifted up. And very wide apart, their legs were almost parallel to the wall. Which meant their hot pussies were spread wide!” Jasmine’s breath was deepening as she continued the story. She had gotten the shock of her life when she saw the naked pussies all around the room. Of course, Nicole wanted her to portray a horny and desperate slut when she recounted the humiliating story instead.
“So, then, Dr. Repmap told me to strip naked and greet my friends. Of course I dropped the gown immediately. Threw it, and the slippers, as far away as I could. I hate clothes, I wish I could walk around naked all the time.. Anyway, I knew immediately what to do, so I went around the room and gave all the pretty pussies a full lick from asshole to clit!” Jasmine giggled.
“They tasted so good, salty and a little tart. Some innies, some outies. But all freshly shaved, nice smelling, spick and span! I even gave them a good sniff while Dr. Repmap wasn’t looking.” Jasmine had, of course, been disgusted. The evil Repmap, noticing her hesitation, had then forced her to smell and lick every pussy a couple of times each. They stank and tasted of stale cum. It made things even worse when she noticed that all of the pussies twitched and clenched when she licked them. It was as though the cheap sluts whom the cunts belonged to were desperate for orgasm!
“Anyway, after greeting my friends, they opened up a sliding door-thingy on a platform for me on one side of the room and told me to crawl in. So, I realized that that was how the girls were positioned, half behind the velvet wall and half outside, in order for their legs and pussies to show! There was a nice nurse on the other side of the room, behind the sliding door, who helped me get into position. So I lay down on the platform. Legs sticking out through the velvet wall, like the other girls. Then, the nurse tied my hands with tight leather straps above my head. I love that, by the way.. I love being helpless and tied up tightly, imagining that anyone can come and do anything they want with my slutty body..” Jasmine winked.
“Then she put a set of headphones over my head and told me, ‘Dumb bimbo, I am tying your hands up so that you won’t go crazy and start playing with your clit.’ Oh my, how could she know me so well! I mean, look.. Just telling this story got me so juiced.” Jasmine inserted two fingers deep inside her slit again, before pushing her fingers towards Xavier, showing off her wetness while blushing profusely. The young nurse had not shied away from making fun of her pathetic naked form, poking and pinching her tanned skin all over as Jasmine lay there helplessly.
“So then, I could feel my legs being secured in front of the velvet wall. There I was, lying with my legs and pussy exposed. I knew what a lovely sight it must be, since I saw the other girls just now! But I couldn’t see through the wall, so I really had no idea who was walking by and who could see my whorish cunt, spread wide and available. I also couldn’t see the other girls, since there were walls in between us. My heart was thumping, I didn’t know what was going to happen but I sure as fuck hoped that someone would come and give me a good hard pounding! My pussy was so wet, I just wanted to play with my clit but the smart lady had tied my hands up..” Jasmine continued. She had been terrified, enclosed in the small area that was barely larger than a closet.
“I don’t know how long I lay there for, a couple of hours perhaps. But I knew that if I stayed quiet and waited, I would be rewarded with hard fucks! So, I waited like a good slut.” Jasmine licked her lips.
“Then, suddenly, I felt gentle hands all over my legs. They were spreading some soft cream all over me from the bellybutton down. Then, they shaved me and cleaned me! God, I love how it felt. Like I was a toy and they were just beautifying me for their own amusement, you know?” Jasmine continued with a naughty smile, playing the role of a horny Jas. well. She had felt worthless as countless fingers “accidentally” slipped into her extremely wet pussy during the shaving and cleaning. All she could do was lie there and wonder how many strangers were casually staring directly at the delights between her widely parted thighs, or worse, fingering her!
“Oh yes, and about that time, sound began coming through the headphones. Like, they would say nice things like, ‘I AM A SLUT’ or ‘FUCK MY CUNT WHILE EVERYBODY WATCHES’ or ‘IMAGINE WHO IS USING YOU NOW, YOUR FATHER OR YOUR BROTHER?’. Basically, things that made me sooo horny!” despite being forced to repeat the degrading words, Jasmine was really getting very horny from playing with her pussy in front of Xavier and Nicole.
“Then like, I was left alone. For an hour, I think. My pussy had just been shaved bald. It was sensitive and needed attention! But they left me..” Jasmine looked genuinely disappointed.
“But, luckily, I was to be rewarded for being an obedient slut.” Jasmine giggled, “Suddenly, there were hands all over my legs again. Soon after, cocks after cocks were being thrust into me. YAYYY! My favourite part was when I was only used for a couple of seconds before the nice man moved on. It was as though my slutty cunt was not good enough, you know? Made me feel so cheap and whorish, which is my favourite feeling besides orgasm!”
“All I could hear was the words through the headphones, lovely true statements about me being a worthless, cheap slut. Most of the time, I would get hot spurts of cum deep into my cheap fuckhole. I would immediately always look forward to the next time a thick cock filled me! And, you know, the stimulation of my G-spot was so, soooo good. But I was really grateful that most of the nice men remembered to give my swollen clit good circular rubs..” Jasmine giggled like a cheap whore, demonstrating her favourite “good circular rubs” to the amused pair.
“And I loved the feeling of not knowing who was using my slutty cunt. I loved the mystery, to just be a faceless and nameless pussy, free for anyone’s use, like I didn’t matter except for their sexual pleasure!” Jasmine winked. Once a proud and successful woman, she had been reduced to nothing but a pussy that random men could fuck without so much as a “thank you”. Her time in Repmap’s pussy glory hole further accentuated her feelings of worthlessness and helplessness as she was used by countless strangers, only rewarded with them cumming deep inside her before they moved on and were replaced by another hard dick for her to satisfy. Occasionally, she would get slaps on her tummy or her ass if she was not clenching down hard enough on their cocks. But perhaps the worst part was that she had had so many rocking orgasms throughout the 3 days, and genuine sex-starved thoughts about breaking free from her restraints just so that she could rub her needy clit and finger her sopping wet cum-filled cunt, that she had begun to wonder if her true calling in life was to be a two-bit whore whose only use was to be fucked by strangers.
“Oh, I also loved it when the people would occasionally use my tummy to rest their icy cold drinks on! Or, like, you know, the area above my pussy. Sometimes, it was as though they were just standing around to see my shaved slit trembling while they were discussed what a cheap whore I was. I didn’t know, of course, since I couldn’t see, but without a cock inside my pussy and hands all over the lower half of my body, I really wasn’t sure what they were doing. Maybe they were just relaxing and ignoring my naked cunt even though I was spread out and needy, which I really loved because it made me feel cheap and worthless! It was, like, you know, I was saying ‘come fuck me, my legs are spread soooo wide!’ and they were like ‘stuff your cheap hole with a beer bottle and leave us alone’.
Maybe they had brought their girlfriends over to take a look at what a cock-hungry slut’s pussy looked like.” Jasmine giggled.
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