You might want to read the previous instalments. The first two chapters are a little slower but this one is when things start to pick up. The chapters are short, so it may not be preferable for all readers.
I can’t tell you how good it felt receiving that picture message. My heart practically stopped as I saw her tanned perky tits standing at attention with her mouth open a bit and her eyes dazed and lusty. It was obvious the slut was in heat. Unfortunately, as the photo was taken like a Myspace shot, her lower body wasn’t particularly clear. But I’d be lying if I said that mattered to me. The surge of power that was coursing through my veins, at the sight of a dead sexy taken woman consenting to undress for me in a dirty public toilet, where the drunk women outside her stall probably knew what she was doing, all so that she could obey my order, gave me an erection that wouldn’t desist until the night was long over.
It was time to exert more of that power. I now knew that she was willing to give her body to me, but that isn’t enough. I want her deepest darkest secrets, I want her to expose herself in more ways than one. “I’m going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer all of them truthfully. How many men have you slept with before?” I text.
“6 sir” was her response.
“Did you suck their cocks for them? When they came did you swallow their cum? Did you let them cover your face in it?”
“Yes, sir. I swallow. The only person I’ve ever let cum on my face is my boyfriend. Only a couple of times though.”
“Does he know you’re a slut for me?”
“Have you ever fucked multiple men at once? Let a man fuck you in the ass? Let a man spray his unprotected cum in you?
“I’ve never had a threesome. My boyfriend fucks me in my ass every once in awhile. And no, I’ve either used a condom or made my boyfriend pull out.”
My cock ached as I read her responses. I was going to give this girl so many firsts. Mmm, she forgot to call me sir. Before I could text her a punishment she texted first. “Could you please send me a photo of your cock?” She asked. Mistake.
“I told you to call me sir. I only send pictures of my cock to girls who follow orders. Are you ready to follow orders?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Just the answer I wanted to hear.
“When the next man comes up to you and starts dancing with you, I want you to fold that form fitting dress of yours up so that your entire ass and pussy are on display for the club. Grab the man’s hand and let him finger you. Shake your ass and dance on his fingers until you cum. When you’ve done that I’ll send you a picture of myself naked.”
Reading his last text, the sound in the club drowned out and all she could hear was the dull thud of her excited heart. “WTF” she thought. “There is no way I am going to do that.” It was one thing to submit to the stud texting her, but a completely different thing to let another man touch her like that. And expose herself in the club? She had way too much pride for that. “I could say no,” she thought. But she had already given in to him. She had answered all of his personal questions, even telling him that she was his slut and that Mark didn’t know about it. As much as her pussy quaked answering his dirty questions, bringing up Mark filled her with guilt.
“Fuck it, I’m just not going to do it,” she thought. “I’ll text him in a few minutes saying I did it and he’ll never know.” But even as she rationalized how she couldn’t let another man finger fuck her in the club she felt an unwanted feeling of disappointment.
Subconsciously she found herself dancing towards the most hazy, crowded part of the dance floor. Trying to will herself into forgetting his order, she started thinking about the naked photo he would send. She could just imagine his firm body, his high cheekbones and veiny, large appendage. Her clit was throbbing, and she couldn’t wait to leave the club to go home and masturbate to his image. That was her prize, and God, she couldn’t wait to have it.
A man came up behind her and started dancing with her. He was a good dancer, but she couldn’t tell what he looked like. Ugh, she was so horny. Obeying his commands had been so hot, maybe she could find a compromise? Reaching for the man’s right hand she grabbed it and allowed him to massage her clit through her dress. “Oh my god!” she whimpered at his touch; her hot sex overloaded, as the feeling of another man's hand felt heavenly. A man she had never seen, touching and rubbing her pussy through only a thin layer of cotton. Her whimper didn’t go unnoticed to the man, seeing her obvious pleasure he took the next step and moved his hand up the bottom of her short dress and slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
Moaning and letting the man finger fuck her, she began doing what she had been told to. She felt so ashamed, but as the music pounded and her vagina was roughly probed, her sense of shame only fueled her arousal. She gave into the moment and into her master.
“OH MY GOD! I’M SUCH A FILTHY SLUT!” she yelled out. As she yelled the last word, increasing her arousal by verbalizing her submission, she reached down and flipped her dress up so high that her belly button was showing. Illuminated by the neon flashing lights of the club she looked down. The sight of her freshly shaved pussy being fingered sent her over the edge. As she began to cum she looked up to the crowd of people around her. Her orgasm broke any sense of self-restraint she had left and as she looked at the faces of the disgusted women around her and the 5 or 6 guys and girls video taping and photographing her, she moaned, “I’m a whore,” over and over again. As her cum leaked down her exposed legs she made sure she looked in every lens and in every face wanting to give each and every one of them the satisfaction that she was a willing slut.
Finishing her orgasm screaming, she pushed herself away from and stood in a circle of 20 or so people all staring at her as she revelled in the recoil of her pleasure. With her naked pussy and ass still on display, she walked down the stairs to the bathroom passing dozens and dozens of people. Standing in front of the sinks and large mirror of the women's bathroom she pulled out her phone and took a picture of her exposed legs, stomach and shaven cunt. In the background of the photo were several women all yelling and spitting obscenities at her. As she slowly moved her skirt down, covering herself for the first time in 10 minutes, she couldn't help but think about how he would like that.