What She's Really Like

By s19000

Chapter 6

(exhib, d/s, F solo, extreme fantasies)

The men standing outside the car stared in at Jill. She had taken off her blouse and tossed
it in the back seat. Her swollen nipples stood up on her small breasts. Her feet were up on
the dashboard, and she spread her knees wide, pulling her skirt up around her waist to
expose her soaked panties.

"They want to fuck you," said Sheila, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Good," said Jill. She wanted to be an anonymous girl, available to be fucked, and now
strangers were staring at her while they exposed their cocks. Her mind slipped a little further
down toward the dark nastiness inside her.

"Play with your pussy," said Sheila.

Jill rubbed her hand on her panty-covered pussy, and the men began jacking their cocks. Jill
knew they only wanted to get off. They didn't want to know who she was or how she felt.
If she couldn't help them cum, they wouldn't be interested in her at all. Knowing that made
her more excited than she had ever been.

One of the men knelt down next to the car window, and Jill said to him, "Do you want to
fuck me?" The man nodded, and Jill's excitement made her fuck her pussy against her
hand. Jill hoped the man would tell his friends about the girl he saw in the parking lot and
say things like, "I bet she'll fuck anyone." She wanted people to talk about her that way.

Sheila had told Jill to dress as though she was fourteen, and Jill wore white cotton panties
with little red hearts. She was pretending to be a teen-age slut, and it excited her to think that
if she wasn't pretending, she might not be hot enough for the men. If she was just herself,
they might not want her, and a nasty idea rose out of the darkness inside her. She thought
about being fucked until she was so worn out that no one wanted her any more. She realized
she wanted to be like that. She pulled her panties into her crotch and said to the men, "I love
to fuck."

"These guys want action," said Sheila. "Fuck yourself like you do when no one can see."

"Oh, yes." Jill pushed her panties into her pussy with two fingers. She worked the fabric up
her asshole with her other hand. She looked at Sheila and said, "I want to cum for them,
but my panties are in the way. I need fingers inside me to cum." Her face was damp
with perspiration.

Sheila laughed "Do something about it. You have my permission." Jill tore at her panties,
ripping them apart to expose her pussy. "Make yourself cum," Sheila said, "and tell them
about yourself while you do it."

Jill wanted to tell about herself. She wanted her old life as a good girl to end at last, and
her new life as a cunt to begin. She realized it was really going to happen, in a darkened parking
lot while she was surrounded by men and their cocks. It was going to happen because she
wanted it to, and not because she was tricked or seduced or forced. She would do it to herself
with her own words. She would degrade herself, dragging herself down into the darkness
inside waiting to claim her and wallowing in perversion and nastiness until there was no going
back. She shivered in anticipation and said to the watching men, "I'm going to tell you what
I'm really like." 

She shoved her fingers through her ripped panties and into herself. "Look at me," she said.
"I may look like a girl, but I'm really a cunt. I need to be fucked because cunts like me are
for fucking. I always need it, and I fuck myself all the time." Her fingers moved in and out
of her pussy. "I like being a cunt."

Jill's words, spoken of her own free will to people who didn't care about her and would never
care about her, tipped her over the edge of normalcy and down toward the hungry darkness
inside her. She didn't try to stop her fall. She let the darkness claim her, and she sank below
the surface and away from the bright world where normal people lived. She kept talking, letting
her words drive her deeper. "I love to cum, because cunts love to cum, so I'm going to make
myself cum, and I want you to see me do it. Every time I cum, it makes me want to be dirtier
and dirtier. Oh fuck. There, I did it."

She came, and with a strange joy she felt the old Jill drowning in the blackness. Dark thoughts
washed into her and filled her mind, and she realized they had always been there, part of the
darkness, even though she had never acknowledged them. She opened herself to them, and they
penetrated every corner of her mind and body. She held nothing separate from them, no safe place
to retreat to, no normal spot she could use to claim respect. She wanted no difference between
herself and the lowest, nastiest perversion.

When the darkness completely filled her, she sighed. She felt a sort of orgasm as the old Jill
expired and the new Jill took hold. It was the completion of a change begun on that evening
when she went to a restaurant with her college friends. She thought she was as normal as they
were, but while they chattered away, she was drawn to a conversation taking place in the
booth behind her. She heard the voice of a woman tell another woman about being fucked
while a man called her a cunt. When the woman announced she liked being called a cunt,
the idea lodged in Jill's mind. She began to realize her life was built on pretense. She had been
hiding what she really was and pretending to be a normal person.

The new Jill didn't want to hide what she was, and in a dirty and remote parking lot she let
the contents of her mind pour out, not caring any more what others might think about her.
"I just came. Did you see it? I cum a lot when I think about being fucked, and I think about
it all the time, because I should be fucked all the time. That's why I have a cunt and a mouth
and an ass. For fucking. If I'm not being fucked, then I fuck myself like I'm doing now. But
fucking's not enough. I want more than that. I want to be used. A good girl wouldn't want to
be used, but I'm not a good girl. I'm a cunt, and I want to be used over and over. I should be
used whenever anyone or anything wants to cum. Men, women, animals, I don't care. I have
three holes, and I want them to be used until I forget I'm a person and the holes all that's left
of me. Then my holes should be fucked over and over until they've been fucked too much.
But even then the fucking shouldn't stop, because fucking's what I'm for, and I should be used
and used and used, and it should never stop. Ah, ah! I just came again.

"Did you see me do it? Every time I cum I want worse things, things no normal person would
want. Here's one. I want to be fucked until I pass out and then fucked when I'm unconscious.
Wouldn't it be hot to be fucked even when I don't know it's happening? Oh god, I want it."
Jill's body jerked spasmodically as she moved her hands between her cunt, ass, and mouth.
"Look, I'm fucking all three of my holes now. I like to fuck them, because they're the only
reason I exist. The rest of me doesn't matter. All my mind is for is to figure out where I should
go to get fucked, and all my body is for is to keep my holes warm and wet and ready to be fucked."

Some of the men were looking at Jill with disgust, but she didn't care. It aroused her to make
them disgusted. "There's more," she said. "I shouldn't tell, because it's the nastiest thing there
is, but I'm going to make myself say it. You know how? I'll make myself cum again, and when
I do I won't be able to stop myself from telling. Ah, ah, ah, fuck, I just did it. It felt so good, and
it makes me want everyone to know everything, so here it is. You know what I really want? I want
to die from being fucked. Oh god, I said it. I know it's awful, but it would be so hot to die from
being fucked too much, and that's what I want. I want fucking to be the last thing I ever do, and
I want to know before the fucking starts that this is the fuck that's going to kill me. Knowing will
make me so hot, and I'll go ahead and let it happen, because I'm a cunt and I'll want it, and it
will be hotter than anything that ever happened to me. And you know what else? I don't want
the fucking to stop after I'm dead, because a cunt should be fucked as long as it's warm and wet,
and my holes will stay warm and wet for a while after I'm dead. As long as I can be fucked,
I should be. So it will be even hotter to know I'll be fucked after I'm dead. That's the way it should
be for me, because fucking's the only thing I'm for, and it's all I want to be for. I should be fucked
whenever anyone wants to fuck me, and when people are done fucking me, they should just leave.
They should just get out of the way so someone else can fuck me. And after I'm dead, oh fuck,
after I die from being fucked, people will keep fucking me and leaving until I'm not worth
fucking any more. That's the way it should be and that's what I want, because I'm a cunt and I
should be fucked whether I'm alive or dead.. Then one last person will fuck me and cum in me
and leave me, and everyone will forget about me. Oh, I can see it. My body's stretched out on
the ground, and my legs are spread, and my holes are available, but no one wants to fuck me,
and that means I no longer exist, because fucking's the only thing I've ever been for. Just fuck,
fuck, fuck, that's all. Fuck me. Fuck meeee! Oh, oh, oh! I'm cumming so hard!"

Jill sagged down in the front seat of the car. Telling the truth about herself had eliminated the
tension and anxiety that usually agitated her, and she was calm inside. She looked through the
cum-streaked windows and saw the men walking away. Her knees were apart and her pussy
was on display, but the men had cum and they weren't interested in her any more. That felt
right to her. She knew what she was really like, and she accepted it completely.

"Time to go," said Sheila, starting the car.

"I don't want to," said Jill.

"Put your feet down," said Sheila, "or people will see you."

"I want them to see."

"Put your blouse on, too. We've got to drive back through town, and even you have to look decent."
Sheila pulled out of the parking lot.

Jill did as she was told. Even me, she thought, as she looked past dried cum at houses where
normal people lived. Even I have to look decent, so I won't offend nice people who won't want
me around. It doesn't matter, she thought, as the nastiness inside her bubbled. I still want them to
know what I'm really like. I want them to whisper about me and point at me. I know it'll make
me want to cum.

Sheila stopped the car outside Jill's apartment and said, "I don't think we'll do this again. You're
too much, even for me." She drove away, leaving Jill alone by the side of the road.

Jill watched her go and thought about what had just happened. Sheila knows places where they
have public sex, Jill thought. She goes to those places herself. She's a person who sells sex toys.
And she doesn't want to know me because of what I'm really like. Oh fuck, I need to cum again.

Jill put her hand between her legs and did herself while she stood on the sidewalk outside her
apartment building.

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