1 comments/ 61761 views/ 9 favorites Coerced, Confused, Excited By: juanoftheworld I don't consider myself a slut but many would call me that. After all, I am sitting in The Olive Garden and fingering my pussy so that a table of college age girls can see me. When they pull out a phone to take video I quickly stop. I only do things like this when Brad makes me and that is what makes me not a slut. I don't have any choice in the matter. I'm a 19 year old girl who sticks her finger in her pussy when Brad tells her to. I wasn't always like this. It all started one day after graduation. I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents. Brad stopped by to drop something off for my mother and found me home alone. He stayed and we talked for an hour about my plans in life. I told him about the school I would go to and about my job. Before long I realized that Brad had more on his mind than talking... Brad leaned in to kiss me. Not timid like the boys from my high school days but confident and demanding. As his tongue found it's way into my mouth he placed a firm hand on my breast over my shirt. I was nervous but willing to go that far. After several minutes Brad used both hands to grab my breasts. Then he let one hand fall down my side, around my hips and to my butt. He leaned back and told me how hot I was. How great my ass felt. No one ever spoke to me like that before. I was in heaven until his hand moved from rubbing my breast outside my shirt to reaching under my shirt. I was not ready for that. I pulled back and moved his hand away. Expecting an apology, I was shocked when he looked me in the eyes, grabbed both hands and held them over my head. He then forced me up against the wall. At this point I was scared, nervous, and excited at the same time. On one hand I wanted to kiss him but on the other hand I was not ready to do anything else. Brad only needed one hand to hold my arms above my head. With his other hand he mauled my breast over my shirt. He then kissed me forcefully. A brief wimper escaped my lips and I started to kiss him back. Just as I returned his kiss Brad leaned back and looked into my eyes. With his free hand he lifted up my shirt until it was bunched above my bra. The bra was pink and thin and did little to hide my ever hardening nipples. Since I was leaning back into the wall my D cup breasts were straining into the pink fabric of my bra. My brown eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. The light brown hair that was originally flowing over my shoulders was becoming a mess. While he stared into my eyes Brad placed his strong hand on my breast and squeezed. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips. His hand on my breast felt good but I was still nervous. I did not dare tell him no this time. He kissed me again and with passion. His kiss made my head spin and his hand on my breast felt great. Before I knew what happened Brad pulled my bra up and my breasts fell into the open. He used both hands to knead my breasts while I let my arms fall to my side. Brad looked up with an angry expression on his face and lifted my arms above my head again. This made my breasts jut out. Once again I was scared. Brad twisted and squeezed my breast with one hand. While Brad was squeezing my breast he said "Even though I could, I would never force you to do anything against your will. If you want me to stop I will leave now and you will never see me again. If you want me to stay let me know by lifting your hands above your head". I didn't know what to do. I really liked Brad and he was the only one showing interest in me. I was a shy girl that was not very outgoing. I never considered myself to be pretty and neither did the boys in my school. After graduation, I got a job developing film but did not see many people during the day. My nights were spent reading books and watching old movies. At this point, I couldn't believe that Brad was showing such interest in me. My mind raced as I thought about what he would want to do. Was I ready for that? Could I even let him go if I wanted to? I wanted to continue kissing Brad but I was not ready for sex. After deliberating for what seemed like hours but was seconds in reality I slowly lifted my arms above my head. Brad stared at my breasts and said "You don't think you are pretty do you? "No" I said. He looked me in the eyes and said "You are beautiful." "Your long brown hair falls over your shoulders and frames your breasts. Your breasts are huge. I bet a D or double D. When I first saw your large blue eyes I knew that I had to have you. Then I walked behind you and saw your round ass and hips. I know you think they are too big but they are perfect. I'm going to make you see how beautiful you are and make you show the world" "Make me show the world? What do you mean by that" I asked? "You'll see in due time" he responded. He now raked both hands down my breasts and pinched my nipples. It hurt "Ouch, stop that" I said as I dropped my hands from their position over my head. Brad grabbed my hands and forced them up against the wall over my head. "You will keep your hands where I put them and I will do whatever I want to you". A command not a request. If I was scared earlier I was terrified now. I had always envisioned my first time being gentle and romantic. Brad was forceful and scary... and exciting. With my hands up against the wall over my head I stood as still as a statue. Brad continued to pinch my nipples but the sensation changed from pain to pleasure. I had never been touched like that before. After a few minutes of this Brad let one hand slip down into my skirt and into my panties. The fabric of my skirt was thin and blue and easily gave way to his hands. His finger searched for and found my slit which was wet. He let his finger rub me for several minutes. My breath was coming short and fast and moans were growing from between my legs and escaping from my mouth. Just as I thought I couldn't take it any more he pulled his finger out and held it just under his nose. "Smells divine" he said. Then he lifted his finger to my lips. I tried to pull back but I was against a wall. It smelled sweet and pungent. Brad stuck his finger in my mouth and said "Lick" I licked my own juices off of his finger, the act far less disgusting than the thought. John then pressed down on my shoulders with a firm grasp and pushed me to my knees. He unzipped his pants and without saying a word stuck his penis in my mouth. Even as inexperienced as I was knew what he wanted so I started sucking and licking. About 2 inches of his full 8 inches were in my mouth. Brad seemed frustrated as he grabbed my head and rammed his full length into my mouth. I thought I would gag but somehow kept from doing so. Brad then began pistoning his hips so that his penis was going in and out of my mouth. I didn't know what to do so I just let him. At this time my eyes were closed by I sensed a flash of light. Brad's hand prevented me from looking up when I saw the same flash again. After about 15 minutes of this Brad tensed, moaned, and I tasted a salty stream of sperm. Once again I almost gagged but found that swallowing the sperm was better than letting it clump in the back of my throat. Brad pulled out of my mouth and when I looked up I saw the flash from his camera that took a picture of my face right above his penis. Panicked I said "No pictures!" Brad said "I'm going to keep these. If you keep me happy then your family, friends, and boss will never see them. If you do not keep me happy then I will put them on the internet and let everyone you know see them. You are beautiful and I bet lots of people would want to see your pictures." I was never as scared as I was right then. Brad had seduced me and now had pictures of me giving him a blowjob. I couldn't let anyone see them. Brad zipped up his pants and said "I know you thought this was going to be your first time but tonight is not the night. After I leave you will go to your room and turn your webcam on. Then you will touch yourself until you cum. I'm sure you've masturbated before so don't pretend you haven't. After you come you will save the video and email it to me. If I have your video by 10 pm I will not put your pictures online" "How could you do this to me Brad?" I asked Brad reached under my skirt and stroked me while saying "I gave you the option to say no but you chose to lift your hands. Remember 10pm or your pictures go online" Brad turned and walked out the door. After he left I didn't move for 10 minutes. I just stood there with my arms over my head and my breasts hanging out. I knew that I wanted to touch myself. In fact I was on fire and my body felt feelings it had never known. My panties were damp with my juices that smelled the same as the taste in my mouth. My breasts were hot and my nippled swollen. Not knowing what to do I let my hands trace the nipples of my breasts and started to rub harder and harder. Before long I found myself moaning with pleasure as my hands became more and more rough. I knew I shouldn't be doing this in the kitchen when my parents could be home any time but I couldn't stop. I let my hand feel it's way down my skirt and into my panties. With my middle finger I started stroking my wet slit. It felt smooth and silky. The heat was radiating from my moist lips. When my slit started feeling too good to continue I let my index finger rub my clitoris. Crying out in ecstasy I rubbed faster and faster. My head was spinning as I was lost in the mot intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Quick fingering in bed when I was too scared to make any noise had never given me the pleasure I was feeling now. Before long I heard the noise of my parents opening the front door. Realizing that I was in my parent's kitchen with my breasts showing and my hands in my panties I pulled my hands out and fixed my shirt and bra. There was no time to get to my room since the front door was between me and the room. I could smell my juices on my hand and knew my parents would also so I quickly licked and sucked my fingers like I had licked and sucked Brad's Penis. The taste was pleasant this time. My parents walked in the kitchen just as I had fixed my bra, shirt and skirt. Would they know what I had done? To be continueed... Coerced, Confused, Excited Ch. 02 "Hi Jenny," my mom greeted me with a smile "Hi Mom, how was dinner?" "It was fine, the waitress was a total bitch to us, but at least the food was good." Looking at me closer, she asked, "Are you OK? You look flustered?" "I'm fine, I was just working out," I lied. "OK sweety, we brought you leftovers. Hope you like sausage. The briefest of smiles traced itself on my lips. I was sure I would soon find out. I had to admit I was starved. The ordeal with Brad took a lot out of me. After eating, I went to my room for the night. Brade wanted a video by ten o'clock and I didn't even know how to use the built in camera on my laptop. It only took a few minutes to learn how to turn the camera on but how do I make a video for Brad? Heck, could I even bring myself to do it. One thought of the pictures Brad took of me made up my mind. I had to do it. "Well, no time like the present," I said to myself. I was ready to go but thinking, how do I start? I mean, at 19, I had masturbated many times, but never intentionally. Even after Brad left, I didn't think to touch myself, it just happened. I needed motivation, so I did what we all do, I hit Google. Searching for masturbation, I found tons of links, images, and videos. Some even had really cute guys, but for some reason, a guy doing that just isn't very appealing. There were videos of girls doing it so I watched some to see what Brad would want. These girls were obscene. Very skinny with huge, and obviously fake, boobs. They screamed and stuck various objects inside themselves. None of them actually convinced me they were enjoying their "orgasm". How could anyone be turned on by this? A little more searching found videos entitled I Feel Myself. They were much more subtle and believable. I couldn't believe I was watching girls who masturbated in public, and looked sexy doing it. This one particular girl had black hair and chubby body. She wasn't fat but certainly a bit round. Her body was like mine, and she was so pretty! As she slowly rubbed her breasts through a green sweater I couldn't help but do the same. My hand was rubbing large sensuous circles around my breasts. As her hand slipped into her jeans, mine started to do the same. Then I realized what I would do. I would start the camera and mimic what this girl was doing. If she could do it, so could I. First, I restarted the video, then turned on the camera. It was even more exciting to see the girl touch herself again when I knew what to expect. I found myself anticipating the soft movements of her hands toucher her own body. When her hand reached inside her sweater again, I put my hand underneath my shirt, and slowly reached, fingers brushing against my stomach, then against my pink bra. The touch wasn't yet sexual, but it was erotic all the same. Following the lead set by the beautiful woman on screen, I grabbed my right breast firmly, and when she removed her shirt, I did also. Seated in my chair with no shirt on, I kept rubbing my breast, but now with two hands. The lust on her face was just so beautiful. Could I actually be horny over a girl? At that point, I didn't care, I just wanted to keep going. Sounds, coming from the kitchen, no longer registered. Only the girl on the screen and my breasts mattered now. I kept kneading and grabbing, even pinching my nipples through the soft material of my bra causing a barely audible moan to escape my lips. Knowing my parents were in the house only enhanced the excitement. I was no longer "their little girl," I was a woman now. I had needs that would be met. My breaths coming in short gasps, I stared, mesmerized by the girl, as she jutted her chest out, reached behind her back, and unhooked the black lacy bra, freeing two beautiful natural looking breasts. I couldn't help but imagine my hands touching them, pinching the stiff nipples. I wanted to kiss her through the screen until a knock at my door broke the spell. "Are you all right," my father asked. Was I too loud? I couldn't believe my parents could hear me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just finishing up my workout. "OK baby, your mom and I are going to bed now?" "Good night, I'll try to keep it down," I said, face red as an apple. Now where was I, oh yeah, I hadn't stopped the video but my father couldn't hear it since I had turned the volume all the way down. With Mom and Dad in bed, I could turn it up just a little bit. Wow, the moaning sound coming from my speakers was hot. The girl had removed her pants and her hand was furiously digging underneath her panties. She was turning me on so much, I ripped my skirt off and shoved my hand into my thin blue panties. Fingers finding my wet slit, I started rubbing. Her moans mixed with my own soft noises to make a beautiful song. First one, then two, the three fingers, rubbed between my legs. The first signs of orgasm came as my middle finger brushed against my clit, sending electric shocks throughout my body. Biting down on a pillow, I came like never before. The orgasm, that lasted minutes, was even better than the one with Brad. My body shook with pleasure even after I came. After several minutes, normal breaths replaced gasping intakes and I noticed my hand was still in my panties, softly touching my labia. I looked to the screen, seeing the girl doing the same. She removed her hand and looked at it. As the camera panned in, I could see it glisten with her juices. She licked it like a Popsicle, savoring every bit. Following her example, I did the same. My fingers came out sticky and wet. I held them to the camera then licked them clean, savoring every bit. I've never felt as sexy as I did at that moment. Stopping the camera, I sent the video to Brad. He replied almost immediately. Jenny, that was amazing. You are incredibly sexy. Now, I have two more tasks for you. I expect them to be completed right away. 1) Put something on that covers your face and take three pictures of yourself, just as you are. Then upload them to a site called literotica.com. They have a forum where you can do that. 2) Put a tight t-shirt on with no bra. Then I want you to go to Wal-Mart and buy some lubricant and a handheld massager. You must pay in a line with a cashier, no self checkout and you must set your phone to record video. Hold it in your hand or on top of your purse, I want to see the reactions of the people who see your nipples pointing through the shirt. I expect a video sent to my phone before midnight that shows your outfit and people's reactions. What! I can't do that, I thought. It's one thing to show in front of Brad but not in public? AS if Brad was reading my mind, I received an anonymous text message stating: "Complete the tasks and your parents don't have to see your video" This was so exciting, but I only wanted Brad. I didn't want to go in public looking like a slut. I mean, I wasn't a slut. And now he had a video of me masturbating. What else would he make me do? Terrified, I thought of the possibilities and got ready for my trip. I had no choice. To Be Continued I'd love to hear feedback. Also, if any of you woman would like to send pictures that would make this an illustrated story, I would love that. Coerced, Confused, Excited Ch. 03 I couldn't believe I was going to post pictures of myself online. I mean, I had pictures on Facebook, but all with clothes on. The occasional sexy pose was always subdued with an embarrassed laugh. Now, I would post pictures with no shirt or bra and only thin panties covering the treasure between my legs. I just didn't know if I could go through with it. "First things first," I said to no one in particular, "I need a mask." It wasn't exactly Halloween and I didn't have much to work with. But then it hit me. I could wear that large black beret I wore once in a while with a pink sweater. It was just big enough that I could pull the front over my eyes and nose. Pulling it from my closet, I put it on my head and pulled the front down. One quick click on the mouse and the picture was taken. I had never really appraised my body before, except to denigrate it. Now, I noticed my lips. In the picture, they were full and dare I say luscious? Looking to the mirror above my dresser, I ran my tongue over my top lip. The move, combined with my fresh off an orgasm face, painted a sexy picture. Looking further down the mirror, I noticed my D-cup breasts. They were melon shaped and hung down the slightest bit. My nipples were small and pink. Even further down, I noticed my stomach. Where I once considered it fat, I now found it a little round but firm. I just knew I had to take a picture that included my stomach so I once again pulled down the beret. This time I leaned back into my chair, giving what I expected to be a great view of my stretched stomach and the bottom of my breasts. I clicked the mouse, lifted my beret and sat up to look at the second picture. It was even more sexy than I imagined. I needed one more picture and it seemed natural to go lower. I looked down at my thick thighs and noticed how they didn't sag or wiggle when I moved. Standing up, I looked into the mirror and turning, saw my round, strong calves. Turning further, I saw my beautiful apple bottomed butt, framed by sexy hips. If I were a guy, I would be turned on from me. A few minutes later I had taken the third picture and was signing up for a Literotica account. It only took me a little while to figure out how to post the pictures to the forum. I just had to press Submit. Once I clicked that final button there was no going back. With a sigh, I pressed the button and got dressed for my trip to Wal-Mart. My skirt and t-shirt were not the sluttiest outfit I'd seen at Wal-Mart but the attention I'd been paying myself left me with erect nipples poking. That, combined with my red face and messy hair had a rather obscene affect. ***At the store*** It sure didn't take long for unwanted attention to come my way. I parked as close to the entrance as possible, which put me right across from an old pickup truck with four college aged boys in the back. Their eyes met mine before I even got out of my car. Did I dare get out? I had to. If I was going into the store dressed like this, I needed a plan. I turned on the video camera on my phone, and rested it on top of my purse with the camera facing forward. I was going to run inside, get the lube and massager, then leave as quickly as possible. "Hey baby, why don't you come here. We can party." One of the guys, a rather cute guy with short black hair and bulging biceps motioned me over. Should I go? With the way I was dressed, I was sure there would be expectations if I did. So I walked toward the truck, but stopped several feet short. "Sorry guys, I have plans" Staying for a few seconds to get the vulgar activity of the guys on camera, I then turned towards the store. Expecting a quick trip, I jumped when Brad's voice called out to me. "Hey, you should be a little friendlier." "Holy shit Brad, what are you doing here? you scared me!" I said, seeing him for the first time behind the wheel of his yellow convertible Mustang. "I was thinking. You will get a video of everyone else, but who will get a video of you? After seeing the pictures you posted, very sexy by the way, I figured, I'd meet you here. And I must say, you look hot. Come give me a kiss" "Here? We're out in the open," I replied, face turning red when he shoved his tongue down my throat. Lifting my skirt, he said, "they're staring at your ass. I hope you wore nice panties." What was he doing? Showing my panties in public like this? It was more than I could take. "Brad, no. This is too much." "Too much? This isn't too much for a slut like you," he calmly said. "Don't call my that? Everything I did, I did for you," I said, tears forming in my eyes. "I know, you did it for me because you're my slut." "I'm not a slut!" "Prove it," he said. Brad kissed me and kneaded my breasts through my thin shirt, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "If you're not my slut then walk away and go home," he said and pinched my nipples. The sensation flooded my body, almost causing an orgasm. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, "I'm not a slut," but I didn't go home. Brad lifted the front of my shirt until it was just below my breasts. "Please, no, I can't do this" I said pulling the shirt down. Brad just snickered and lifted the shirt over my face and turned me to face the guys in parking lot. I couldn't see them because the shirt blocked my eyes, but I could hear them. Look at those tits, I'd bang her, and what a slut were the words that came from the group. "One of them is filming you with his Iphone," Brad said to me and squeezed my breasts together I couldn't believe I was being filmed. They couldn't see my face, but that was still my body on their video. What would they do with it? Would anyone know it was me? Those questions filled my mind with horror? dread? No, shame, and unexpectedly, excitement. Brad must have sensed it because he reached around my waste and fingered me. I was still crying, but the tears mixed with hoarse breathing and muffled gasps. I couldn't tell what turned me on more, being forced, or being watched. Maybe it was the combination that really did it. I was ready to cum right there in the parking lot. Gasps turned into loud moans when, with encouragement from our spectators, Brad made me cum. "Hope you enjoyed boys," he called out, then turned and walked toward the store, leaving me there with my breasts hanging out. A woman walked out of the store with a teen aged boy. "What a tramp," she said, trying to cover the boy's eyes. I had never felt so embarrassed or ashamed in my life. I quickly pulled down my shirt, noticing my sensitive nipples stuck out obscenely, from my shirt. they would be on display to anyone who saw me. When I caught up to Brad, he told me to go in before him and he would video me. I was to "give him a good show." I couldn't even imagine the humiliation he would put me through in there. Coerced, Confused, Excited Ch. 04 Going into Wal-Mart wasn't nearly as bad as the parking lot. Brad followed me with the camera but other than making me flash him from dark corners, he didn't make me do much. I did hear the cashier call me a slut under her breath after I checked out. Leaving the store, my bag held a "massager" and some KY lubricant. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to some well deserved sleep. I arrived home well past midnight so few lights provided any visibility. I got out of the car, being careful to straiten my clothes in case my parents were up. Quietly closing the car door, I walked to the house when I felt a hand grab me from behind. Another hand clamped my mouth shut. My attacker said in a horse whisper, "Don't scream or I'll hurt you bad." The voice sounded familiar, but in my panic, I couldn't place it. I tried to struggle, but he was too strong, and before long, he pushed me, face first, against a tree. It took all my strength to keep my face from pressing into it. With one hand still covering my mouth, the other went under my skirt. "I see you're enjoying this," he said in the same horse whisper. "No I'm not!" I replied. "Then why is your pussy so wet, bitch?" And with a hard yank, he ripped them off. "Can't have you making noise now, can we?" he said and stuffed them in my mouth, then tied on a gag. I couldn't believe this was happening. First I'd been humiliated in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and now I was about to be raped. A finger between my legs snapped me out of my self pity, as he stroked my wet lips and then pinched my clit. Tremors like an electric shock ran through my body and an unbidden moan escaped my lips. "If you like that, wait until I ram my cock inside you. You love cock don't you?" "Please no, I'm a virgin." "You expect me to believe that. I could smell you dripping pussy while you were still in the car. Shit, you've probably been fucked ten times tonight." "No, I swear. Please don't do this. Oh!" He stuck his finger deep inside me and I gasped. Continuing to finger me he said, "A slut like you needs to be fucked." It felt so good I was panting. "I'm not a slut. He made me." My attacker fingered me faster and faster. I could feel another orgasm coming and I moaned. "If you're not a slut then you wont cum right?" he said, with one hand fingering me and another squeezing my breast though my flimsy shirt. I couldn't hold back any more. My orgasm came with a force like a hurricane, making my previous orgasms seem small in comparison. He took his fingers out snd held them before my eyes. My juices dripped off of them. "This is proof that you're a slut," he said, and stuck the fingers inside my panting mouth. My tongue swirled around the fingers, tasting the sweetness of my womanhood. "Tell me what you are," he said, but I continued licking his fingers. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Tell me what you are." I thought about the orgasms I'd had today. I'd cum in my parent's kitchen, in my room, in the parking lot with strange guys watching. I'd even cum here in my parent's front yard at the hands of a rapist. I let my tongue swirl one last time, tasting the last of my juices on his fingers. It tasted good. "I'm a slut," I whispered. "Louder," he commanded. "I'm a slut." "Say it again." "I'm a slut