****** Bookstore Adventures by Cathy Thompson ******
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Bookstore Adventures


((This story is copyrighted to Cathy Thompson and is for posting only on the
White Shadow's Nasty Story web site, unless I grant permission.)

This is a true story.


Losing a bet with my boyfriend can be quite dangerous, but he is always talking
me into them. The wager he most likes to collect is the chance to humiliate me
in as public manner as he can get away with, by making me dress up in very
revealing outfits and showing me off in front of strangers.

One his favorite ways to have me parade my body in front of strangers is to
take me out on a Friday night to an adult bookstore. Following is account of
the last time he had me do this, about three weeks ago.

I had lost the bet on Wednesday and unless he stipulates otherwise I know what
is expected the very next Friday night. Usually I pick him up at his office,
but not Friday nights when I have a dept to settle. So I waited for him to come
home, dressed in the manner he described in a note left for me that morning.

I was dressed in one of his favorite outfits to show me off in. I wore a
brushed cotton denim mini skirt, so short that it just barely covers the lower
curve of my ass. It's very tight and just a little lean forward can cause it to
rise up high enough to show some of my backside. It is coal black in color,
which allows for a stark contrast with the bright neon red silk panties he has
me wear underneath. The panties are of a French cut that provides a slim
triangle of fabric that covers only a bare third of my rump. Most of that
coverage is just a few inches on each side of the crevice of my ass and leaves
almost all of the outward curves of my drearier exposed.

From the bottom hem of my short mini skirt is just three bare inches of my
creamy brown Asian skin till you reach the tops of my black silk stockings. The
garter straps, both in front and back, stretch down from under the skirt to
hold them up. On my feet are a pair of 5" black spiked heels that ensure I can
never move too fast to escape the view of anybody that cares to look me over,
no matter how embarrassed I may be from their gaze.

My torso is covered in a neon red bustier. Made more as lingerie than something
meant to worn in public places. It has only underwire half bra cups that scoop
my breast from underneath, but only come up just under my nipples. Only a thin
two-inch strip of red lace comes up from the bra cups to cover over my nipples
and keeps me from being otherwise topless. The bustier more than presents my
breast for viewing, it also makes it so any slight movement of mine at all will
cause rippling waves to travel across the exposed flesh of my bosom. Walking is
even more of a show for those around me as the bustier allows my breast to
bounce and dance with each stride.

When he comes to pick me up he can tell I am already nervous. No matter how
many times he takes me out dressed this way, my heart still races and I get
short of breath. I never know how far he will push my limits, but I am his
slave for the night so I will do his bidding. He pats my hand to reassure me,
but ignores the pleading from my eyes to spare me this time. Its always easy to
say you will do something as a bet when its days away, its altogether different
when the time comes and I am called on to live up to each word and promise I
made in the past.

He drives to one of three adult bookstores we regularly use for our activities.
The outside of the building is gray brick. There are no windows, except for the
smoked glass front door. Only one gaudy yellow sign above the building that
reads simple "Adult Books" and a sign on the smoked glass front door that reads
"ADULTS ONLY--NO ONE UNDER EIGHTEEN ALLOWED" indicate it is an X-rated
bookstore.

Once more he pats my hand to reassure me everything will be all right. I take a
deep breath and open the car store. I look around the parking lot to make sure
the coast is clear, since getting out my boyfriend's truck, modestly is hard in
the getup I am wearing. There is no one around that I can see, so I stand up
and have to pull my skirt back down into place.

It is very cold outside the car, yet I cannot wear a sweater to cover my mostly
exposed chest. I walk towards the store alone as my boyfriend sits in the car
watching me walk away like some cheap whore after a job. This is the most
nerve-racking part of the night. He will wait several minutes in the car as I
go in alone. He does not want to let anybody inside know, at first, that we are
together. That way, he says, they won't be as shy about checking me out and
more worried about what he might do to them if they got caught looking than
actually peaking up my skirt.

I open the door and the bright lights make me blind for a second. A weird
combination of musk and pinesole assault my nose and I can hear women moaning
in heat and occasional women being whipped from the coin operated video booths
at one end of the store.

Taking a quick scan around the store, I see men of various ages and builds
standing around looking at magazines and video boxes that display women in the
most sexual of ways. All the merchandise designed to jazz them up about sex and
into thinking of women in the crudest of terms. Suddenly I notice that almost
all are turned towards me looking as I stand in the doorway. Unlike the boxes
and magazines, I am real. But, like the merchandise I am dressed to be
displayed in front of them and to have them think of me in the crudest of
terms.

Walking deeper into the store I try to make my steps small and slow to keep the
bouncing of my breast to a minimum. My effort does little good as I look down
and see ripples travel up the slopes of my exposed cleavage and know that with
each stride forward the men can see the bottom triangle of my panties flash
from underneath my skirt.

Stepping down one aisle, I spot a man following behind. When he sees that I
noticed him he quickly stops and pretends interest in a magazine on the rack
near him. I continue and the guy continues behind me. I catch another man
trailing me from the next aisle over, always staying just a few steps behind
and another positioning himself a few feet in front of me. I am surrounded.

I know that the store clerk knows my boyfriend from times before, I think my
boyfriend slips him a tip to look the other way for most of our antics. But, I
also know he will stop any real trouble from occurring. He knows what we do in
his store and has discussed it with my boyfriend. He does not mind as long as
we keep the more flagrant acts out of his line of site so he can deny any
knowledge of the acts if someone reports us. The clerk actually likes us to use
his store, because he encourages sells of merchandise. I know he would step in
if anybody got out of line, but I am always more comfortable with my boyfriend
nearby.

Finally I spot my boyfriend as he takes up a position near the guy behind me
and acts like he is just another guy checking me out on the sly. I know what he
expects and what I am compelled to do, picking up a video box from a nearby
rack I look at the back and pretend to read the plot.

A quick glance over my shoulder tells me that my boyfriend and several other
strangers have maneuvered into good position. I let the box fall from my
fingers to the floor. Taking a deep breath I lock my knees and slowly bend over
at the waist with my backside facing at least three strange men and my
boyfriend.

The slower I bend the better my boyfriend likes it, and as I lean over towards
the floor I can feel my tight skirt rising up in the back and cool air breeze
across the bottom curves of my derrière. As I lean forward I lift my head so
the guy in front of me gets a straight view down my bustier, knowing that only
some thin lace covers my nipples. Once my fingers clasp the box on the floor, I
know that all of my backside is exposed to those behind me. My skirt is ridding
half up over the outer curves of my ass cheeks, knees straight, bent over at
the waist, my rear is jut up high in the air for all those behind me to gawk
and stare at, providing cheap thrills for their entertainment.

Finally I decide that any longer will be too obvious for the clerk to ignore, I
straighten back up with the box in my hand. The back of my skirt still is high
over the top curve of my rear, leaving my bright red panties and half-naked ass
revealed. I take a few steps forward, the 5' spiked heels making my hips move
from side to side and wiggle my backside, before I finally reach behind me and
pull my skirt back into place.

I stand for a moment as a guy behind me kneels down as if to pick up a video
from a bottom shelf, but is looking up my skirt instead. His head is just below
the level of the hem of my skirt. His face is just a scan't two inches from the
back of my legs. The one thing that always surprised me about parading around
an adult bookstore is how shy and reserved the men really are inside. The guy
looking up my skirt is about as bold as any man I have encountered is, during
our escapades is. Somehow I had always imagined that walking into an X-rated
bookstore, dressed like I was, that guys would get out of line or become too
aggressive for the situation. Yet, that has never happened.

I walk down the aisle, the guy in front moves just far enough to let me past
him and I turn towards him as I push past. The space is narrow as we pass and
all I can see is the top of his head as he looks directly down at my breast. My
face flushes red and I take a deep breath causing my chest to heave upward
towards his face. Continuing I move towards some higher shelves that will
provide more coverage from the store clerk and anybody who just happens to walk
into the store. Each guy before follows me from a different path. Each trying
to make it look like it is just coincidence that we all are heading into the
same section of the store.

Once more I take a video box from the shelf and drop it to the floor. A rush
ensues inside me, as I know four or five strangers are looking up my skirt as I
bend over to entertain them. I feel dirty exposing myself, but the adrenaline
rush is welling up inside me from the feeling that I am getting away with
something I am not suppose to do. As I bend over with my ass in the air I think
about how hot my activities are making my boyfriend, as he watches the
strangers ogle my body like a piece of meat at dinnertime. Anticipating how
horny I am making him and how he will attack my body with a uncontrollable
surge of animalistic lust makes my cunt water like a fountain and drives me to
humiliate myself even further to please him.

Suddenly I sense someone nearby. I fight the reflex to bolt upright thinking
its my boyfriend, but there is not time enough to check. Suddenly I feel a
sweaty palm glide over the bare portions of my backside as I hold it up in the
air for viewing.

"Excuse me," one of the guys, says as he passes by quickly and disappears after
coping a quick feel of my ass and heads towards the coin operated video booth.

Deep down I feel shameful and the rapidness of my heartbeat quickens as I look
back at another guy looking me over and my boyfriend standing next to him.
Knowing what I was expected to do, I moved towards them and stopped just inches
from the stranger. I swept my arm closest to the stranger behind my back and
used the other to reach up high on the nearby shelf, making my breast pop out
of the bodice cups of my bustier. The stranger's eyes grew wide at the site of
me as I let him look at my exposed breast.

A man on the other side of me broke out in a huge grin as my breasts were
openly displayed above my bustier. One man standing behind my boyfriend and the
stranger nearest him tried to stand on tiptoe to look over their shoulders.

"Nice, isn't she?" My boyfriend suddenly spoke up in a whisper from over the
stranger's shoulder.

"UH HUN," he said nervously and seemed taken off guard with the sudden
participation in the scene of this un- introduced stranger.

With that my boyfriend moved around the narrow aisle past the stranger and
stood possessively next to me.

"SHE IS A NICE PIECE," he said as I stood there letting my boyfriend's hand
ride up my thigh and slide the hem of my skirt up with his open palm.

I dropped my arms to my side and stood at attention as the stranger's eyes were
fixed at were my boyfriend was lifting my skirt. Slowly my boyfriend pulled the
hem of my skirt up and more of my panties were revealed to the stranger and
three other men nearby. He took a look around to check to see that the coast
was clear and then lifted my skirt up to my waist.

Murmurs from the men started to grow too loud and my boyfriend pressed his
finger to his lip to signal the need to be quiet.

My face turned five shades of red as my boyfriend pulled my skirt up in front
of the men. The nearest stranger's eyes were glued to my crotch. My breathing
became ragged as my boyfriend pulled the waistband of my panties down to expose
my pussy to the strangler's stare. Meekly I looked around at the sexually
hungry stares of three or four other men as they looked at my exposed cunt, as
I stood with my breast bare.

The attention was too much; ashamed of being exposed I stood starring down at
my skirt. Watching as more of me was exposed to the stranger's stare. Nervous I
fought the urge to run away from what was happening and just stood there at
attention letting myself to be used as a cheap object of entertainment.

"Would you like to touch?" my boyfriend offered, holding my panties out for
access to my cunt. Like a bolt of electricity surge through me. My pulse became
very rapid and I quickly glanced around to make sure the other men would not
rush at me in a stampede to feel me up. Before I could even turn my head all
the way around to see if things were going to remain calm, I felt fingers of a
stranger's hand sliding down into my snatch.

Without stopping at all the stranger just kept pushing his hand further down my
panties and up between my legs. I gasp audibly as he inserted two fingers
together up inside me. Once more I looked around to make sure the others were
behaving. They all stood wide-eyed staring at the scene being acted out before
them.

As the stranger felt me up between the legs, my boyfriend used both hands to
play with my tits. Then my boyfriend motioned the first stranger away and
offered me up to the others. One by one they each came up in turn to feel my
ass, played with my tits and each poked a finger or two up my snatch. I was
given to each man for about five minutes each. Some chuckled as they pinched at
my nipples and made me gasp. One left as soon as his turn with me was over and
head for a video booth. Probably, I thought, to masturbate while thinking about
me.

My boyfriend was pushing the limits inside the bookstore, trying to force me
into making a better offer as strange men took turns feeling me up behind the
shelves. I knew that if things progressed too far inside the bookstore that
either others would come by and make a commotion or the store clerk would break
us up. I decided to that we needed to change our activities to another venue.
At least I knew it would limit my debasement to just one stranger instead of
everyone that happened by.

As the first stranger returned for his third turn at feeling me up I turned to
my boyfriend. "Maybe you should invite him someplace were he can really use
this slut," I said, casting my eyes down to the floor. Feeling like a whore.

"What an excellent idea," my boyfriend said, smiling from ear to ear, pleased
with the knowledge that I had just agreed to let him humiliate me at a far
greater level with less restrictions.

Outside the store I stood between my boyfriend and the stranger as my boyfriend
gave the stranger directions on where to meet us. Then I climbed back into my
boyfriend's pickup truck and drove off with the stranger following in his car
close behind.

It took only five minutes to get from the bookstore to the park my boyfriend
had chosen to use for the rest of my debasement at the stranger's hands. It was
a very small park, located at the dead end of a long road amidst an industrial
park and backup by a large canal. The park had only blacktop for five cars and
only three picnic benches with a small area of grass. The park was made for
local workers from the nearby high tech companies to each lunch in than for
family type picnics.

This made the park perfect for my boyfriend's plan. The long road leading up to
the park gave him good site of any cars approaching long before they would
actually be upon us. It was about 10 o' clock and all of the local industrial
buildings were empty and in the dark, just far enough away so any security
guards would not see us in the park. The canal blocked off any other approach.

I climb out of the car and walk around to the tailgate of my boyfriend's truck.
He had back it up so the tailgate was facing the nearest picnic bench. The
stranger pulled up and parked next to us. My boyfriend grabbed the toy bag out
from behind the seat of the truck and pulled out two flashlights and met the
guy between the two trucks

My heart skipped several beats as I saw my boyfriend nod his approval and heard
him utter, "OK" with a sinister laugh. It let me know that the stranger had
been told the rules of our game and that my boyfriend screened him before he
would allow him to touch me. One rule was he could not do anything that
exchanged body fluids with me, even kissing. Another rule was that he would be
allowed to whack off, or my boyfriend might order me to do it for him, but he
would have to aim any cum away from my body. Other than that I would be ordered
to submit to various sexual humiliations to entertain both the stranger and my
boyfriend for their perverse gratifications.

As the two walk towards me, I could feel the back of my neck grow intensely hot
despite the chilliness of the night air. My boyfriend handed the stranger one
of the two flashlights and both turned them on almost in unison.

"Shine it anyplace on her that you wish to look at."

My boyfriend laughed loudly and flashed his light slowly from my chest down to
just below the hem of my skirt, holding it the beam there for several long
seconds. The stranger seemed unsure of what to make of the scene before him and
I grew more fidgety having a beam of light focus at the bottom of my skirt,
showing off the bare expanse of my thigh between the top of my stockings and
the bottom hem of my very short skirt. I could not help but to wiggle my legs a
little in front the them. The stranger just stood there starring at my thighs,
his flashlight aimed at his own feet, tentatively looking at my boyfriend from
time to time as if to keep double checking if this was all for real.

Suddenly I realized that the stranger's light beam had started to move from his
on feet and across the foot of grass between him and me. Slowly the light
traveled and hesitated for a moment on my spiked heels and then continued
deliberately up my ankles and onto my legs. All I could do was stand there in
front of him, with my arms at my side and allow his light to travel over my
body wherever he wanted to shine it.

The stranger seemed to take great period of time languishing on my thighs
before letting his beam of light unite together with my boyfriend's, focusing
at the bottom hem of my skirt, just below my crotch. I looked to my boyfriend,
just a shadow behind a flashlight, to avoid having to look towards the stranger
and letting him see the humiliation in my face.

"Don't look at me, look up and look him straight on," my boyfriend said
gruffly, meaning for me to look at the stranger as if I could see his eyes, but
in the night blackness, all he was, was a shadow behind the second of two beams
of light. I looked up and stared back above the source of one beam of
illumination, letting him see my face and the tears in my eyes. Nervously I
shifted my weight and tired as I could to hold my head up.

"Lift your skirt up," my boyfriend decreed and motioned with his flashlight. I
moved my trembling hands to the front of my skirt and wrapped my finger just
under the hem. Both lights oscillated on my crotch area, as their grips on
their flashlights became a little unsteady. Gripping the bottom of the skirt I
slowly pulled upward slowly. My heart raced faster as the debate raged in my
mind of if I should be exposing myself this way in front of a stranger.

Was I sick? Was my boyfriend sick? Was the stranger sick in the head for
engaging in such perverse sexual activities? Why should it be entertaining to
this stranger to see me ordered to expose myself in front of him and why did I
permit it to happen? Still I pulled my skirt up, never giving myself a logical
answer as to the why. Still the idea of not knowing just what my boyfriend
would have me do next left me in suspense and it was an answer I always had to
seek to the disgraceful end.

The skirt was tight and I had to tug hard. Slowly the skirt gave way and I
raised it like a curtain at the opening of a theater play. The lights flashed
on my bright red panties and clod night air wafted across my upper thighs, As I
finally stood before them holding my skirt up at my waist and letting the
stranger shine his light directly at my satin covered pussy.

"Man, I don't believe this," the stranger said as if talking to himself

"You have not seen anything yet," my boyfriend replied with obvious amusement.

For several minutes I stood there just holding my skirt up with my hands as the
two men shined their flashlights at my crotch. Then boyfriend walked over
towards me and placed his open palm on my bare upper thigh. His hand was cold
and I shivered as he moved it between my legs and started to massage my inner
legs.

"Tell him what you are," he said confidently.

"I am a slut," I replied meekly.

"No, tell him what you are!" he ordered.

"I am just a piece of meat to be played with!" I snapped out, and quivered as
his fingers traced over the satin panties along my slit, making a furrow. The
he grabbed the crotch of my panties and jerk hard. A ripping sound emanated
from between my legs, but the panties were still attached between my legs.

My boyfriend placed one hand on my shoulder to brace himself, and all I could
do was stand there holding my skirt up as the stranger looked on with his
flashlight trained between my legs. My boyfriend gave another pull and my body
bowed out from the hips. My panties rode up between my legs, it was like a rope
was being tugged up my ass and cunt. I could hear more ripping sounds and
suddenly the panties broke free and cool night air tickled across my pubic
hair.

My boyfriend moved back a step, "Would you like to touch?" he said in a jesting
tone.

The stranger took two steps forward and stood on my other side. I took a deep
breath as I saw his big hand reach out into the light and towards my pussy. A
mixture of horror and excitement filled me up as I though of what the stranger
must be thinking about me and the idea of feeling a strangers hand touch my
most intimate place. I unintentionally jump as his fingers first brush against
my pubic hair and his fingers parted my cunt lips.

Already entirely wet between my legs, his fingers slid into me effortlessly. I
gasped as he slithered more of his fingers up inside me.

"Tell him what you are," my boyfriend firmly stated.

"I am a whore and a slut," I panted.

"AND...?" he asked

"I am a toy to be played with," I said in utter defeat of all dignity.

My boyfriend pulled me away by the arm and the strangers hand slide out from
between my legs. With a foot between the stranger, and me my boyfriend placed
his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on to the dew covered grass.

"Crawl" he barked, and I got down the rest of the way onto my hands and knees.
"Come on WHORE, show us your wares!" he ordered.

The skirt was already so short that is provided little coverage of my derrière,
but I reached back and pulled it the rest of the way over my ass and up around
my hips. With the two of them standing behind me with flashlights trained on my
exposed ass, I began to crawl around the small park on my hands and knees. I
could see my shadow in front of me from the flashlights behind me and wondered
just how much of my pink flower was peeking out from between the half globes of
my ass.

I could only speculate on what my boyfriend would do next or just how far he
would let this guy go in seeking his entertainment at my dignities expense.

Crawling around on all fours I made like a dog, my tail in the air. But unlike
a dog, my backside was minus the fur and bare to the cold night air. Arctic
cold wind blew across my ass and the sensitive skin of my pussy till they felt
numb from the cold. But all I could think to do was to keep crawling and let my
boyfriend show my pussy off to this stranger without regard to my dignity or
pride.

"Come here!" my boyfriend snarled and I made my way around one picnic bench,
crawling back to the spot where he and the stranger awaited. Once at his feet,
my boyfriend reached down and yanked me up on my knees using my hair, my mouth
even with the zipper on his pants. "You know what to do slut," my boyfriend
said sharply.

My eyes squinted as the stranger shined his light into my face.

Slowly I slide my tongue out my mouth, letting the stranger watch as its tip
reaches across an inch of night air to the bulbous head of my boyfriend's cock.
Deliberately I caress the head of my boyfriend's cock with just the side edge
of my wet tongue. The stranger is a shadow behind the light that shines in my
face, but I look directly back, just over the hilt of the light so the stranger
will feel as if I am starring directly at him while he watches me make my man
hard. I curl my tongue under and as far around my boyfriend's cock as I can, as
he grows ever harder while watching me put on a show for the stranger.

Finally I slid my mouth down all the way along his now rock hard shaft, while
straining to bring my neck inline with my mouth. Just as his cockhead contacts
the back of my throat, I swallow hard. Feeling my esophagus muscles open, he
reaches down with both hands and pulls my head down further on his cock and
ramming it down my throat.

In reflex I start to gag and my throat muscles involuntarily work to eject his
prick, but he holds my head firmly down on him with both his hands resisting my
urge to backup. I cough with a full mouth a little more, but finally settle
down some and adjust to having him so far down inside my throat. The Stranger
stands watching as my boyfriend uses my mouth as just another hole to deposit
his cock in, all the time keeping the spotlight of his light shined into my
face.

After pumping my mouth almost to the point of orgasm, my boyfriend removes his
hands and pulls his cock out. He does not want things to come to a climax too
soon, having such a good audience to show me off in front of. I cough hard
several times, as drool pours over my lips and down onto my chest. Ultimately I
catch my breath and await obediently for whatever would come next.

"Do you do this all the time to her?" the stranger asked. I could tell from his
ragged breathing that he was excited at the show I being ordered to perform for
his amusement.

"Showing her off, like an obedient dog doing tricks, in front of strangers? The
answer is yes, every chance I get I make this piece of meat perform for the
cheap thrills of whatever audience that can safely be arranged." my boyfriend
replied with the light tone of extreme self-satisfaction in his voice. His
attitude bordering on extreme arrogance towards the fact I was kneeling there
on my knees with my skirt up around my waist and my pussy exposed in the
strangers flashlight beam as they talked about me like I was some dumb animal
that could not understand or join in their conversation.

"How far... uhm... how... do you guys get into threesomes, or does... will she
do me... and what... you watch... or..." the stranger stammered, fighting his
brain over the right words to use to ask my boyfriend's permission to fuck me.

"She never goes all the way, I explained that back at the bookstore," my
boyfriend said cutting him off before the stranger could embarrass himself
further in his ineptitude with words. Inside I laughed; every time my boyfriend
had me grovel and expose myself in front of some strange man, he would always
ask or try to lead into being able to fuck me. Even though the rules were
explained earlier, not a time has happened that they did not need to be
reminded two or three times during the course of events.

"As I explained," my boyfriend continued, "I will make her expose her body in
front of you, make her demean herself sexually in front of you, you are welcome
at any time to jack off while watching her, but must be careful not to point at
her or cum in any direction that you will get any on her. If I say... you may
get to touch her with your hands... since I have inspected them and find no
cuts and bruises on them. BUT, once you start to play with yourself then
touching her with your hands is out, because you might get cum on your fingers
then onto her... and that's dangerous."

My boyfriend gave a tug on my hair and had me stand up from my knees.

"If you have any idea of things you would like to see her do, then speak up and
I will consider them," my boyfriend said as he peeled my bustier down and
exposed my breast to the night and toyed with my nipples in front of him. "I
mean any positions you would like to see her in, any way you would like to see
her and inspect her with your flashlight... just ask."

"Well hum... could... could... she lay on the picnic table and spread her legs
in the air?" the stranger asked.

"Sure thing," my boyfriend replied "But, why don't you first get rid of some of
her extra clothing, it's starting to get in the way... or maybe you rather she
remove it herself?"

The stranger gave my boyfriend a quick glance as if double-checking to make
sure he heard him right. He then approached me from behind and stood so close I
could feel his steamy wet breath on the nape of my neck and on my shoulder.
Suddenly I felt his open hands across the outer curves of my ass. He rub them
gently over my skin for a good minute before I felt him reach up to my waist
and start to fiddle with the back of my skirt. I stood straight as a board as
he smoothed my skirt back down and then I felt him release the button of my
skirt and then start to tug on the zipper. He held his flashlight at his feet
shinning directly up between my legs. I looked towards my boyfriend for any
reprieve he might give. He sat condescending on the nearby picnic table,
shinning his light at the bush of my pussy. I knew at that moment that No
mercy, saving me from total debasement at the hands of the stranger, would be
shown by him. My body was to almost totally surrender to the stranger's whim.

The tightness of my skirt eased as he pulled the zipper slowly down. I let out
an audible gasp as the stranger let my skirt fall to my ankles and partially
covering the beam of his flashlight. He kicked at the skirt letting the beam
once more shine unencumbered up between my legs. Except for the garter belt and
stockings I was nude from the waist down and lit up as if on a shadowy stage.

"You can keep the stockings and heels on," the stranger said drawing a deep
breath as if to control himself and then added, "You look good in them."

The stranger's icy fingers made my squirm as he snaked them gradually down the
crack of my ass and then put them between my thighs. I could feel myself turn
red as his fingers probed my cunt and made my pussy juices make smacking sounds
between the movement of his fingers and my cunt lips. But I stood there, the
strangers fingers moving deep inside me, letting him warm his icy fingers
inside my warm, hot cunt, while my ass froze in the cold night air.

Finally, he removed his fingers and both hands traveled up my ass and raised
upward toward my bustier. I hung my head down and pulled my long hair up to
give him access to the hooks that fastened the bustier to my body. One by one
he pulled the two sides together and I felt the hook release. From the top to
bottom, each hook was undone in turn.

With the bustier still in mid flight to the ground, I wrapped my arms around my
bosom to provide a little warmth from the sudden harsh assault of the frigid
night air to my bare skin.

"Now, that's cheating, unless he gives you permission to deny him a view of
that part of your body," My boyfriend said in a fractious voice, then quickly
shone his flashlight over my shoulder at the stranger, "Do you give her
permission to cover her tits from your view?"

I could not see the stranger, but felt his hot ragged breath on my shoulder.

"She is cold?" I heard him state sympathetically.

"That does not matter at the moment!" my boyfriend dismissed him in an off-hand
way, "The question is do you wish her to stand so you can view her tits at all
times, or do you mind her covering them so you can not look as you want to?"

There was a moment of total silence; my boyfriend returned his light to
highlighting my pussy. I could almost feel the stranger looking at the side of
my head, contemplating how much mercy he should show the hapless girl standing
undressed before him.

The moment was tense as I awaited the stranger's verdict. I knew the dilemma he
faced inside his mind. He did not know my boyfriend or me at all. Would he get
away with more by incurring my favor and letting me get what warmth I could
from wrapping my arms around my bosom. Or, if he showed me any kindness would
that incur the impatience of my boyfriend, who, clearly had not shown any
inclination to spare me any humiliation, debasement or assault on my modesty.

" Leave them exposed!" The stranger said in a deep bass voice from the bottom
of his throat. He had made his choice. Crestfallen, I knew immediately he
chosen the side that would grant him the most access to my flesh and that his
decision would mean that my boyfriend would have me grovel much more as the
stranger's reward.

"You heard him," my boyfriend snapped with a jaunty voice.

Slowly I lowered my arms slowly down from around my torso. I put my hands at my
sides and my palms opened on the top flanks of my upper thighs. My fingers
spread out and just touching the tops of my black silk stockings.

I stood trembling as much from being strip naked before a stranger as the cold
night air. The stranger pressed his body up to my back. As I looked down, I saw
his large hands coming around from behind in the light of the flashlights that
lit up the front of my body. I gasped as he laid his frigid hands, palm open,
on my naked flesh on each side of my belly button. All I could do was watch and
shake against him as he slid open palms up my body towards my breast.

Not being able to watch anymore, I looked up at my boyfriend, just as his hands
cupped my breast. As the pillow-like meat of my tits were being kneaded like
bread dough in the strangers ruff hands, I looked directly at my boyfriend,
watching, starring and highlighting the scene with his flashlight as he sat at
the nearby picnic table.

Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I thought about what a wanton cunt I
was, standing there in the park at night, with this strangers paws all over me
and even through his pants I felt him grinding his rock hard prick against my
ass. Just within the edge of the light beam I could just make out the smug
smile of my boyfriend as he watched me be manhandled by some nameless person.

The stranger's breath start to quicken along with his hips grinding into me
from behind. His hands pulled at my breast and he rolled my nipples hard
between his forefinger and thumb. Not wanting things to come to a climax too
soon, my boyfriend leap up from the picnic table and pulled me from the
stranger's embrace.

A look of utter shock was across the stranger's face as he stood there with his
arms out and the flashlight, still between his feet, shinning up into his face.
Emptiness filled me, and I was surprised at the sense inside me that things had
stopped too soon, that a conclusion was not reached. An almost disappointment
that I had not made the stranger cum in his pants.

"Crawl around on your bellie slut," my boyfriend said.

Slowly I got down on one knee then the other. I placed my palms out in front of
me and began to lower myself down into the dewy wet grass. I could feel the
wetness of the grass seep through my stockings as more and more of my legs came
in contact with the ground. It was icy cold and I let out a loud grunt of
dismay as my stomach came into contact with the ground and let out a whine of a
cry when I could delay no longer and lowered my tits into contact with the wet
grass.

Lying spread out in the wet grass I could see the flashes of light around me as
the men used their flashlights to scan my spread eagle body on the ground.
Using my hands I began to drag my naked body along the wet grass and breathing
hard from the cold. The men watched as I took a full circle around the park
crawling on my belly like some animal.

Then my boyfriend ordered me to roll over and I got my back wet too. Completely
wet from the dewy grass he had me stand up into the beams of the flashlights
once more. With a thin sheen of water over my skin, and in the night air I was
shaking from the cold from head to foot. Once more my boyfriend had me stand
with my arms at my sides and naked except for my stockings as the stranger
started to feel me up once more. His hands glided over my flesh as he felt the
wetness of my skin. His fingers found their way to my erect frozen nipples and
he pinched at them, but I felt no pain. They were too numb for me to sense any
feeling from them. His hands then traveled once more between my legs. His
fingers pushed and poked at both my cunt and my anus. After ten minutes or more
of just being a plaything in his hands my boyfriend gave out new instructions.

He went to our truck and got out a towel and threw it to me.

"Dry off," he said in a light tone.

The fact that he was suddenly being so nice as to let me towel off the wetness
off my body scared me. With his devious mind I could not help but fear what was
to come.

Once dry he took me by the arm and lead me to the nearby picnic table.

"Let's have some different kind of fun with her body!" he shouted out.

The stranger recovered from his shock. Binding down he picked up his flashlight
and took the four steps to join us by the table.

"Here, do some creative writing," my boyfriend said, pulling the felt tip black
laundry marker from his shirt pocket and holding it out towards the stranger.
The stranger took the marker with an unsure hand. He looked at my boyfriend
then me and then back to my boyfriend. It was clear he was unclear as to what
to do next.

"Use her skin to scrawl some graffiti on her," my boyfriend answered his
unasked question. "Let her wear the words that describe her, or just write your
name on her, whatever you want to write. With that marker she will be wearing
whatever you write for up to four days."

Looking up once more at my boyfriend, the stranger shifted the marker in his
hand into writing position. He took his flashlight and set it on the table so
its beam highlighted a path of whiteness across my breast. I stood at
attention, with my arms at my side, as the stranger reached out with his left
hand and cupped my right tit. As he touched the pen to my skin over my right
nipple, my boyfriend adjusted his flashlight to add additional light for the
stranger to see where he was writing.

Scratching along my soft skin, he moved the felt tip over my skin. I fought to
keep from backing away as he pressed the sharp point into me as he moved the
marker. Looking down I could see the black trail of ink in the wake of the
marker's movement. First a large stylish T, then a matching I, soon the he had
the word TIT marked on my right breast. He then moved over and wrote the same
way over my left nipple.

The stranger got down on his knees in front of me. His head even with my belly
button and I wondered if he could smell the wetness of my pussy. The point of
the marker tickled as he drew an large arrow on the left side of my belly
button, which went down to a point just above my pubic patch and indicating the
place he most likely would like to cum inside of. Next he drew a matching arrow
to the right side of my belly button.

All I could do was stand there mostly naked and look down at him as he wrote
"CUNT" in big stylish letters across my abdomen and just above my belly button
and the two arrows he had drawn. All the time, my boyfriend stood helpfully by
with his flashlight making sure that the stranger had bountiful amounts of
light in which to create his labeling of my body. The stranger then moved down
and drew smaller arrows just above my stocking tops pointing up from my thighs
towards my pussy.

Suddenly the stranger stood up and put the marker in his mouth. He reached out
putting booth hands on my shoulders. He slowly scanned me up and down, I could
see a grin across his face. With a flip he turned me around to face the picnic
table.

With a push of his hand I was forced to lean forward. I put my arms down and
bent over the picnic table with my ass high in the air. Someone's foot pressed
between my spiked heeled feet and forced me to lift my feet up and plant them
wide apart. My legs opened the cold wind blew across my bare snatch and made my
wetness turn almost to ice.

Just starring out into the darkness I stood bent over the picnic table. My legs
past shoulder length apart and the flats of my hands on the splintery wood of
the picnic table. Wearing just a garter belt, a pair of stockings and some high
spiked heels, I was totally exposed to the cold wind and the cold hearts of the
two men standing behind me shinning flashlights on my upturned posterior.

Suppressing my shivering, I felt the almost hot sensation put out when
someone's open palm cup the round cheek of my ass and ran their hand from there
down to the backs of my upper thighs. I was almost certain it must be the touch
of the stranger. Then once more the sharp point of the laundry marker dug into
my flesh. From the trace pattern I could conjure an image of another arrow
pointing up to my pussy being colored in on the backs of my legs.

Then his open hand glided up over my rump and over the waistband of the garter
belt to the small of my back. Involuntary I flinch when the point was placed on
my left shoulder blade. A loud thunder clap of noise filled my ears and echoed
around the deserted park just seconds before I perceived the sensation on my
ass, caused by the connection a open palm forcefully applied on my left ass
cheek. Then another loud clap of noise from skin on skin and as another hard
rap was applied to my right ass cheek. Almost mollifying warmth spread through
my cold numb derriere.

"Don't squirm," my boyfriend snapped. "This guy has a flair for writing on your
flesh and you will ruin his fine art work," he added with a hiss to my ear, but
still very loud so the stranger could hear the compliment paid to him.

Feeling foolish I caught myself looking around into the blankness of the dark
night, trying to detect if anybody else had heard the smacking of my ass.
Overcoming my silliness about being seen by a passerby, I hung my head and
struggled to maintain my stance as the stranger marked my back with the laundry
marker.

His strokes were long and wild. There was so many curves and loops to whatever
he was doing with the laundry pen, that I could not tell if he was writing
words or drawing pictures across my back.

Once he finished going from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, he moved the
marker down and used the same swirling patterns across the small of my back.
After the swirling across from hip to hip, I felt the trace pattern of three
more arrows pointing down at my ass.

"There," the stranger said with the tone of finality. My arm was guided up from
the picnic table by the hand of my boyfriend as he guided me to stand up, turn
and face the stranger with his graffiti art work scrawled all over my body.

In nothing more than a pair of silk stockings and spiked heel shoes, I stood at
attention as both my boyfriend and the strangers let the beams of light of
their flashlights roam over my body, examining the way the stranger had
decorated my bare flesh.

"Nice work," my boyfriend said in appreciation as his flashlight scanned across
my breast. I looked down at what had been done to me. Horrified I look up to
the sky trying to forget the lewd words written all over me and how exposed I
was in front of someone I had never seen before and would probably never see
again.

The stranger's hand reached out and cupped one breast then the other; then,
placing a hand on my shoulder he turned me around. I could see the beams of the
flashlight shine between my legs and around my sides as the two guys behind me
scanned my body from behind me.

For a moment I heard the two step away and I could tell the stranger talking in
low tones to my boyfriend. Then I sensed the two of them moving back towards
me. One stood close to my back that he blocked some of the chilly breeze on my
skin. Suddenly I felt the tip of someone's finger trace along the crack of my
derrière. Once up to my lower back and then down to the wetness between my legs
and once more traveling back up to my lower back. With each pass the finger
would push in just a little deeper. Looking over my shoulder I could see my
boyfriend standing off to my right, so I then knew it was the stranger who was
playing with my backside.

On the tenth pass up my crack, the stranger's finger pushed in deeper than any
other pass so far. The tip of his finger pressed on my anus. Just enough
pressure to make me uncomfortable, but not enough to push inside.

"Your boyfriend tells me you will fuck my fingers!" the stranger hissed into my
ear.

I looked around and cast a woeful glance at my boyfriend, but before I could
decipher any reaction on his part I faced forward and answered the stranger,
trying not to let my voice crack. "IF that's what you want to do, then you can
put your finger up there."

"Up where?" he hissed back.

"You may stick your finger up inside," I replied weakly.

"Up inside where?" he hissed again.

I almost choked when I realized what he was expecting. "You may stick your
fingers up my ass" I replied, my voice failing.

"WHAT?" he snapped. "I can't understand what you said."

Taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment I fought to maintain myself.
"You may stick it up my ass!" I said in a voice that echoed around the park.

"Nooo... nooo... I won't stick it up your ass!" the stranger laughed out
boisterously and paused. I could feel his finger press up lightly against the
sphincter of my ass, causing a slight irritation as if a flea was walking
across my asshole. Everything was silent and everything in the dark night, all
around the empty park, seemed to stand still, as if time had totally stopped.
Even the crickets and frogs in a nearby canal had a blanket of silence thrown
over them. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop, or the door knock
pattern of "Who's there?" and waiting for the last two raps.

The stranger moved his chin over my left shoulder, I could sense his lips a
bare inch from my ear. With his finger still pressed up against my anus, he
wrapped his other hand around me and placed the flat of his palm over the curve
of my hip. I felt dampness on my ear lope as his slick tongue tip played with
the bottom portion of my ear. His open hand on my hip started to progress
smoothly over the flat part of my abdomen, just above my belly button.

My boyfriend moved around in front of me. Just within the border of the
flashlight, I could see his bemused expression as he plopped down on the picnic
table in front of us and sat down, with his feet resting on the bench of the
table. He directed his flashlight to show the area above my belly button, where
the stranger's hand was moving in a massaging circular motion. All the time I
stood shifting from foot to foot from the antsy feeling the stranger was
causing me with one of his fingers pressed just up to the point of contact with
my anus.

I now knew why dogs scooted along with their hind legs up in the air along
carpets, to itch their butts, and that what I was trying to resist most. Just
standing there totally naked, except for the stocking, my boyfriend just sat
there highlighting my nakedness with his flashlight. All the while he allowing
a total stranger to molest my body. With the nasty words scrawled on my flesh,
I stood there while the stranger's hand sliding over my belly and his finger
pressing up my rectum. His tongue playing with my earlobe, the foremost thought
in my mind was getting the opportunity to simply itch my ass.

At that moment I would have done almost anything to just be allowed to sit down
in the wet grass like a dog, raise my legs up in the air and scooted myself
along with my hands to itch my ass along the grass. The urge was so great that
it was tempting to just turn to the stranger and beg him: To fuck me up my ass,
To jam his cock all the way down my throat. To tie me upside down to a tree and
whip me, To have me crawl on all fours, if he would just allow me to itch my
ass.

"Noo... oh... noo," the stranger hissed loudly into my ear, "I won't stick my
finger up your ass," then he laughed, "You will stick my finger up your ass!"
and his laughter grew in a maniacal frenzy that was soon joined in by my
boyfriends hysterical giggling.

For a moment I froze, trying to think of what I supposed to do. I looked at my
boyfriend who was too caught up in his own merriment that he could not look
back Yes the other shoe had dropped I realized. The stranger would not just
stick his finger up my ass, but would shred any sliver of pride I might still
covet, by having me force his finger up my anus. His warm sweaty palm advanced
up from my belly up my torso.

"Do it!" he hissed between rapid breaths.

"Do it!" my boyfriend, shouted from his perch on the picnic table.

Shivering in the night air, I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes tightly
shut. I reach my arms backwards and felt around till my fingers found the
strangers hips. Feeling around I managed to reach my hands over his hips and
placed my palms on the haunches of his butt. To get any hold on his ass, I had
to lean back into him, thrusting my tits out into the air. His one hand moved
up my torso and over my pillow-like mounds. He began to kneed my breast like
bread dough with the one hand and his erect finger still poised at the opening
of my sphincter. Digging my fingers deep into his denim covered haunches; I
suddenly jerked him forward.

"Yeah!" he called out as his finger pushed past the tight muscles of my anus.
"Fuck my finger!"

Grunting I began to push and pull my body and buck my hips so his finger would
slide in and out of my butt. His hand on my tit dug into my pillow-like flesh
and pinched at my nipple.

"Faster!" he called out and I felt him adjust his hand and with my next thrust
backward I cried out as he pushed a second finger inside me along side the
first. Still I moved and bucked my hips to fuck his outstretched fingers as
hard and as fast as I could move. Just as my ass was becoming really sore, he
pulled both fingers out and his other hand dropped from my breast.

Turning me around with one hand on my shoulder, he had me face him. In the beam
of my boyfriend's flashlight he held up two fingers, one with some brown stuff
on its tip. With the hand on my shoulder he pushed down and I slowly knelt down
in front of him with my mouth even with his zipper. The light still highlighted
his two fingers as I looked up at him.

There was no doubt in my mind what he was going to do, and I figured the best
plan was to get it over quickly. Without a word of instruction or any issuing
of commands, he lowered his two fingers towards my mouth. Slowly I dropped my
jaw and stuck my tongue out. As his fingers touched my mouth I closed my lips
around his fingers and tasted the bitter foulness of my own waste.

He fucked my mouth slowly with his dirty fingers and I sucked them hard and
moved my tongue around them.

"Geee man, she will even eat her own shit. You lucky son of a bitch," the
stranger complimented my boyfriend as I sat naked in front of him, sucking his
fingers.

"Yes, she will do anything I command her to do, except actually let you fuck
her," my boyfriend replied.

The stranger removed his fingers, dripping wet with my spit, from my mouth. My
boyfriend motioned him over to the picnic table and had him sit down. They both
focused their flashlights on me, kneeling naked in the wet grass. Then he
looked up at me expectantly and the stranger looked from me to my boyfriend in
a quizzical way.

Sensing the response my boyfriend expected, I leaned forward from my sitting
position and put my hands into the wet grass. On all fours I crawled forward.
They followed my with their lights as I crawled past them and around the table
and past them once more and then back towards the trucks. I crawled around till
I was sure they had a good look at my body from every angle. Then, moving more
slowly, I crawled towards the stranger.

Once at his feet I half stood up and draped my body over his lap with my ass
centered over the stranger, my hands braced flat on the wet grass and the tips
of my toes touching the ground behind me. I was ready for his spanking.

"Gee that looks too comfortable," the stranger said mockingly. I felt his hand
on my arm and he jerked it up from the ground and twisted it back behind my
back and then reached for my other arm and pulled it back behind my back. Now I
was teetering on his lap, grunting with the struggle to maintain my balance. He
released my arms.

As I grunted on his lap I felt one of his hands roaming over my upturn ass and
his other caressing my inner thigh. His first whack really made me bolt up
because of its forced on my bare skin. Seconds later his other hand pushed up
between my legs and his fingers probed into my wet cunt. With the second whack
on the same spot as the first I screamed out and he forced his fingers in my
cunt hard into me making them go deeper.

I stayed over his lap for twenty swats, before my boyfriend could not restrain
himself any more. He pulled me up from the stranger's lap just as he was about
to land another on my flesh. He positioned me so I was on the ground on all
fours. Quickly he pulled his pants down and with once hard thrust he plunged
his hard cock into me, pushing forward.

The stranger got down from the picnic bench and sat in front of me. He pulled
my hands up from the ground and pulled then up and wide, forcing me to bend my
back and give him full view of my tits. He put each of my hands on his
shoulders, while my boyfriend kept pounding his cock into me from behind. Then
the stranger moved my head so it was rested on one of his shoulders and
supported me with one of his hands. Then I felt his other hand start to claw at
my breast.

"Jack me off slut!" the stranger ordered. Braced between them I reached my hand
down and found he the stranger had already pulled his pants down. I grab his
cock in my hand and began to massage his hard cock up and down in slow motion.
Stranger had to struggle himself for balance as my boyfriend continued to
thrust at me from behind and my head was using the stranger's shoulder for
support

My boyfriend became more frenzied when he saw that the stranger was molesting
me form the front. He began to spank my ass as he fucked me harder.

"God damn whore!" he yelled.

I felt the stranger's hand on my breast clutch deep into my flesh and then pull
away. Suddenly I felt a sting across my chest and the wave of movement as my
tits jiggled from the assault of the stranger's hand across my tits.

I could feel my ass grow hot from the spanking of my ass by my boyfriend and
the sting of the swats being slapped across my breast by the stranger. IT felt
so dirty to be between these two men, being used at their will. Knowing the
thoughts the stranger must have of me after seeing me stripped in front of him,
standing silently as he scrawled dirty words over me and his fingers got to
probe the most intimate places of my body.

Oh how I must have looked crawling around on all fours naked or bent over his
knees taking his swats. Now, between the two of them being fucked swatted and
mauled. My breath grew ragged and heat coursed through my body as I felt like I
was under the influence of a fever. Suddenly I began to cry out. Both my
boyfriend and the stranger sensed my urgency and step up there pace of the
abuse of my body. With once last cry, I felt a heated rush flow through me and
then the relief and I slump between them to be used like a spent vessel.

The stranger huffed and puffed from his own struggle of trying to hold me up by
his shoulder, keep from falling backwards from the forward movement of my body
from the thrusting energy of my boyfriend fucking me and trying to keep his
hands as free as possible to grope my flesh. Not to mention his excitement of
my pumping his cock in my hand.

The two kept me pinned between them both of the men using my body at will. My
boyfriend pumped his cock hard into me, causing his hips to into me as hard or
hard then the swats his was administrating with the open palm of his hand. The
stranger continued to grab, pinch and sometimes swat my breast with whatever
hand he could keep free to use me.

Suddenly I felt the surging of the liquids coming from deep inside the
stranger's bowels as his cock pulsed in my hand and I pointed his cock to one
side just as his cum spurt out onto the ground. Seconds later I felt the warm
sensation of hot cum shoot into my cunt from my boyfriend as he finished with
one last swat to my ass.

Both moved back away from me letting my body fall gently to the ground. Both
stood above me with their flashlights shining down on my body lying in the wet
grass. My boyfriend nudged me with his toe and I struggled to get back up on
all fours. Once more I crawled across the park to the picnic table and then sat
down on top. I opened my legs as wide as I could and put my hands behind my
back.

My boyfriend and the stranger stood with their flashlights shining between my
open legs. They stood and my boyfriend listened to the stranger talked about
how hot I was and how lucky he was to have a slut like me. They discussed me
like an object as they both watch my boyfriend's cum slowly drip from my cunt.

When my boyfriend grew tired of watching his cum drip from my cunt he collected
my clothes from the ground and threw them at me.

"Get dressed!" he snapped.

The men watched as I put my clothes back on.

My boyfriend and the stranger had a little meeting between them and soon the
stranger got back in his car. We got back into our truck and I noticed as we
pulled out that the stranger was still following us. I did not dare ask
questions, but my heart almost stopped when we pulled into a roadside Denny's
restaurant.

"HUNGRY?" my boyfriend asked with a grin. It was after midnight and the place
had only truckers inside. I was loath to walk in there dressed as I was. But,
the bet was I was his slave and must do his bidding. I climbed out.

I adjusted my clothes the best I could and was mortified to become so aware of
how much of the graffiti written on my body was exposed even while dressed. I
made several promises to my boyfriend for even kinkier sex if he would just not
make me walk in the restaurant, but his mind was set.

It was brightly lit and I heard my boyfriend chuckle behind me as heads turned
to see me walking in with the word slut written in big letters across my chest
and each breast labeled "TIT" just above where the bra cup ended. My face
became a deep crimson and the stares went to the nasty words on my chest to the
arrows on my thighs, just above my stocking tops and just below the hem of my
skirt, pointing up at my cunt.

We met the stranger once more in a far booth, as I had to walk past many
truckers and their lewd comments as I past. We sat down and the waitress smiled
at me with disdain. We all had a quick snack. I had hot cocoa and fries. Then
it was time to walk me past the truckers once more.

My boyfriend drove back to the park and the stranger pulled in just after we
arrived. I got out of the truck and once more was ordered to strip in front of
the men as they cast their flashlights on my body.

My boyfriend came up to me and had me lay down face down and spread eagle into
the grass. While he used my body once more. He talked and reminded me just what
a slut I was, then the stranger sat down in front of me in the wet grass, his
pants were off and he put on a rubber. My boyfriend ordered me to suck him off
and I put my head down over his cock and began to lick his rubber.

Spread eagle in the grass with my head bobbing on a stranger's cock my
boyfriend fucked me in the ass like the world was ending. He bucked hard into
me, slamming his hips into my derriere so hard he was giving me a spanking with
each thrust and rocking my whole body forward into the strangers crotch.

My boyfriend came so hard into my rectum the force of it almost pushed his cock
out of my ass. He still pumped and pumped till every last drop was deposited
into my bowels. The stranger took longer and I bobbed my head even fast to make
him cum once my boyfriend was finished. Finally he let out a loud gasp and I
felt the heat of his cum spurt out underneath the latex rubber.

As chilly as the night was the stranger got up fast after I was done and cast
the rubber to the ground. He used his underwear to wipe his dick off and then
put his pants back on.

My boyfriend was already dressed, so I picked up my things and got dressed once
more. We got into our truck and watched the stranger drive off. Still, as we
left, we kept a close watch to make sure the stranger had not double back to
follow us home. The stranger had tried to introduce himself several times, but
my boyfriend cut him off, wanting to keep him as just a stranger that I was
leant to for perverted pleasures.

Once home I climbed into our hot tub to warm up. I tried to wash away the
laundry marker, but it would not just wipe away. For the next week, as I
scrubbed and scrubbed it finally faded. Till then I could only wear high
neckline tops, except when my boyfriend wanted to humiliate me some more.

That night had a very lasting effect. For the next month my boyfriend was in a
constant state of being horny. He wanted it in the morning before work, he
wanted it when he got home for work, he wanted it just after dinner and he
wanted it before going to sleep. Each time he would have me describe to him the
details of my slutiness as he fucked me harder and harder.

Maybe that is the answer as to why I repeat the bookstore activity and let
myself be humiliated and debased. Because it means a month of hard fuckings and
I love a hard fuck best. Who knows for sure, but next month I will probably do
it again.


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