sex with strangers

She breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out the door of her office. Work had been very testing for her and she needed to free up some tension. She headed down the road towards town, her heels click-clacking as she moved. She looked quite conservative in her uniform, she wore tights and a knee length pencil skirt with a fitted shirt buttoned up over her ample cleavage. No one would know to look at her that she was a cock hungry whore who wore no panties and craved cock in any hole. As she headed into the supermarket and picked up a basket, she looked round at the other shoppers. A tall, fair haired man caught her eye as he walked by, then disappeared down the wine aisle. She smiled to herself, the mood she was in made her think of cock and she wondered what his would feel like if he thrust it into her now damp pussy.

She walked round the supermarket searching for items on her shopping list. She felt a vibration against her leg, her phone buzzed and she reached to get it out of her coat pocket. It was a text.

“Slut, you better have your toy with you. I don’t care where you are, go and put it up your tight wet cunt immediately.”

It was her master, the filthy bastard that made her ache for his cock. Her pussy tingled and her nipples stiffened just from reading his text. She turned around and headed towards the toilets, she was an obedient slut and her vibrating egg was in her handbag, charged and ready to buzz her into a mind blowing orgasm. She locked herself in a cubicle and took off her shoes, she slid her tights down her long slender legs and put them in her bag. The filthy slut spread her legs and parted her swollen, slick pussy lips slipping in the egg inside her. As she did so she realised she didn’t have the remote for the toy, her master did. Had he realised this? What was the point of it being inside her if she couldn’t switch it on? He couldn’t know where she was, could he? The text had said he didn’t care where she was. Confused but still excited she put her heels back on and opened a few buttons of her shirt to make her cleavage visible, then headed back out to the store to complete her shopping.

As she walked she couldn’t help but look round too see if she could see her master, she was so busy scanning the aisles and searching faces, she let out a gasp as the egg started vibrating violently in her pussy. She stopped and gripped the shelf of yoghurts in front of her, a elderly lady stopped to ask her if she was ok, but all she could do was nod as she knew if she opened her mouth more gasps and groans would escape her. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down her body as the toy drove her wild. She felt another buzzing now, it was coming from her phone again.

“Keep moving,” the text simply said.

He was here.

She took a deep breath in and then carried on sauntering around the shelves of food. As she walked she could feel pussy juice running out of her cunt and down her thighs, all she could think of was cock filling her up and stretching her open. She would love to be bent over and given a good hard fucking against one of the racks in front of her. As she cornered the next aisle she came face to face with the fair haired man that had caught her eye earlier. He smile at her and then walked on by. She thought of his cock again and wondered what he would think of her if he knew what a dirty bitch she was? Her phone buzzed again, bringing her thoughts back to her master.

“Go back to the toilets, go into a cubicle but do not lock the door,” the message read.

She nearly came as she read it, he was coming for her. She rushed to the toilets, desperate to feel his rock hard tool inside her, she loved getting her rewards for being a good girl. She went into the end cubicle, pushed the door to and left it unlocked as he’d told her, she took off her coat and pulled up her skirt ready for him to take her. She heard the buzz of her phone.

“Bend over the toilet you filthy whore.”

She did as she was told, her clit was now so swollen, she’d probably cum as soon as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips. She heard footsteps coming towards her cubicle, her breathing quicken with anticipation of what was about to happen. The door opened but she didn’t turn round, she stayed where she was, legs parted and ready, obeying his request. The door clicked as he locked it, she listened to every sound, desperate for the moment his shaft would plunge into her. His belt buckle opened, his zip pulled down, the ruffle of his pants dropping to his ankles. Finally the head of his tool rubbed against her lips and she gripped the toilet lid, trying her best not to scream with pleasure. She pushed herself back towards him, urging him to pull the egg out and fuck her pussy, instead he carried on teasing her with his dick, rubbing himself against her pussy lips and clit. She bit down on her bottom lip, she wanted to command him to fuck her, but she couldn’t tell him what to do she had to follow his orders, he was in charge.

He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue from her clit, over her pussy to her tight arse hole. She pushed her ass further into his face as he made her wet and ready for him, his cock was so hard he was now desperate to give the slut what she wanted. Silence fell between them both as they heard the sound of footsteps coming into the toilets, a cubicle door slammed shut and then the sound of another woman peeing. Now he was really going to test her.

He guided his tool towards her ass and slowly pushed himself inside her. She managed to muffle a scream of pleasure as he entered her and started to thrust his shaft, all the way in up to his nuts, then back out again. As he fucked her she started to cum, she let out her moans and groans as quietly as she could, not noticing the sound of the tap running at the sink. As the sound of the hand dryer kicked in he picked up the pace and fucked her hard wanting to share in her orgasm. He drove his solid tool into her ass hard, he gripped her hips and gave her all he had. His cock exploded inside her and filled her tight hole with his creamy cum as they both gasped, he carried on thrusting gently until she had his whole load inside her.

She collapsed against the toilet as he pulled his cock out of her, the egg stopped buzzing inside her as he pulled his pants back on. She stood up and turned round, but as she did her mouth dropped open in surprise. It wasn’t her master that had been fucking her ass, but the fair haired man she’d seen shopping. He smiled at her and nodded his head then turned and let himself out of the cubicle.

She sat down on the toilet, dazed and confused, when the buzz of her phone brought her out of her thoughts.

“You dirty whore, you let a stranger fuck your arse… you need to be punished. Now take your toy out of your cunt and walk outside to my car. Do not put your tights back on, I want to seem cum running down your thighs by the time you get here slut.”

He’d set her up. And now he wanted to punish her.

She felt a flutter of excitement in her cunt as she quickly pulled her skirt down and put her coat on. She had been a very naughty slut.

The bus is crowded during rush hour, and you get pushed toward the back, standing in the aisle, held up by the bodies pressed against you. You only wore a flimsy little cotton sundress that day because of the heat, but now you’re starting to wish you had a little more clothing on. The heat wave in this city has lasted so long, you think people might be getting a little crazy, yourself included. You imagine the people around you leering down at you, but was it just your imagination? No, that guy off to your left is definitely letting his gaze linger on your body for longer than seems polite. You glance down toward where his gaze is directed and realize that your dress has dampened from your sweat and that of the people around you, and is clinging to you lewdly. You feel yourself blush, not just on your face, but all the way down your chest, and you catch the leering man smirking at your embarrassment.

You look away, but it seems everywhere you look, your gaze is met with more staring and smirking. You realize you are completely surrounded by men, and none of them seem disinterested in you and your little dress. You feel a hand move gently up your thigh, timidly at first. You try to move, but you are trapped in the crush of bodies, listening to the bus driver tell people to move back so more people can get on the bus. The hand on your thigh gets bolder as it moves closer to your little cotton panties, caressing your ass through the material as you realize you can feel the familiar tingle of your own arousal.

You blush again and silently curse your body for reacting this way. You should be struggling harder to move, calling out this bastard for taking liberties, pushing your way out of the circle of guys holding you in place, but you don’t. His hand on you feels so nice; you’re six months into a period of self-imposed celibacy after your last relationship ended, and no one has touched you intimately in all that time. You haven’t even masturbated in — a month? two? How long has it been since you’ve even thought of sex? Now here you are getting turned on by the caress of a stranger on the bus, and you can’t even turn around to see who it is. Without realizing consciously what you’re doing, you spread your legs apart a bit and breathe out in relief as the hand moves down to your pussy. After a few strokes of your lips through your underwear, you hear a soft chuckle in your ear and a voice say “Soaked through.”

The hand slips inside your panties to caress your moist slit, and you breathe in sharply and close your eyes as a finger slides inside you. The energy around you changes as the men notices something’s up. More hands find their way onto your body, sliding under your dress, caressing your skin, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples. You’re not even sure how your panties have been removed, but now more hands are fighting for real estate on your ass and pussy, and a second finger, from a different hand, is inside you. You are dripping wet now, the insides of your thighs slick with moisture, and you still can’t believe you are not only letting this happen, but loving it. Maybe the heat *has* driven you insane.

Your eyes still closed, you let out a little moan and reach down to rub your clit. You again feel a change in the mood around you, as the men realize you are willingly participating and want to come. You hear a zipper behind you and feel an erection pressed against you. The voice belonging to the man who was first groping you murmurs “do you want this?” in your ear and you nod, unable to find your voice. A small skirmish occurs around the entrance to your pussy as hands are pushed aside, fingers pulled out and replaced by his cock. You shut down the part of your mind that can’t believe you are being fucked by someone you haven’t even seen on a crowded bus in broad daylight and meet his thrusts with yours. He reaches around you and takes over rubbing your clit until you come, biting your lip and trying not to attract too much attention outside your little circle of admirers. The feel of your pulsating orgasm on his cock sends him over the edge, and he groans softly as he thrusts up deeper inside you, and you can feel the throb of him coming, the hot squirt of come inside you.

He pulls out and you feel another hard cock probing at your entrance. You open your eyes and a man in front of you has a look of pure lust on his face, and you figure why stop now? You position yourself for easier entrance, and he eagerly thrusts into you. He’s a little too tall, though, and the positioning isn’t working well until he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, find a rhythm. You can feel the come from the first guy dripping out of you down your ass, and the tickle of it, the thought of how dirty you are right now turns you on even more. A hand on your ass moves down to your pussy to get some wetness, then starts rubbing your asshole, tentatively at first, then pushing inside your anus, first one finger, then two as you relax your muscles. You haven’t had assplay in so long, you had almost forgotten how good it feels, but now all of your nerve endings are screaming at the stimulation and you come again, and before long there’s a cock in your ass, too.

You feel so full, your holes stuffed by two cocks, and you’re almost sad when the guy in your pussy comes and withdraws. You want more and you gasp out a barely coherent statement to that effect, but it was hardly necessary because the guy in your ass has already wrapped his arms around you and supports you with the help of the crowd while another guy steps in to take his place in your pussy. At some point you realize you’ve lost count of how many men have come in and on you. The bus is clearing out a little as people get off, and the passengers are shifting so that the back of the bus is only filled with people who want to fuck you, while the others have retreated in disgust, shaking their heads, because there’s no way to hide what’s happening at this point. You know you’ve missed your stop, but you don’t care. After the drought you are gorging on cock, and you realize with shame and excitement that you love feeling used like a dirty slut, a cum dumpster who exists only for other people’s pleasure. No one cares if you come, not after that first groper, but you come anyway, over and over, from the pleasure of pleasing people and the shame of being exposed so publicly.

The bus empties more and the circle of men around you shrinks as people go home for dinner, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened, but you’ve been forever changed by this chance groping on the bus. When everyone has had their fun and left, you are left alone, exhausted by pleasure, slumped in a pool of semen on a seat in the back. The bus stops and the driver comes to the back. “That was quite a show you put on,” he says. “The other guys are gonna be so glad we have cameras on the bus.” You blush yet again, and laugh at yourself a little for being such a prude now. Who cares? Those cameras aren’t good enough for anyone to recognize you. You shrug and tell him you’re glad he enjoyed it. He offers you a ride home, and you thank him with a quick blowjob before walking up to your apartment, glad for the cover of dusk as come drips down your legs and you idly wonder whatever happened to your underwear.

September 2018
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