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I stood naked in front of the body mirror just out of the shower. I’d trimmed up my little heart. It barely took any work now that I kept up with it. Ever since the nude beach, I’d been maintaining it pretty regularly.
Jay came up behind me and slapped my ass, resting his chin on my head. “What’re you wearing?”
I hummed, thinking.
“No bra for sure,” he said with that smug little smirk.
“How about a strappy white tank top and those jean shorts that ride up my ass?”
“Sounds good.” He gave my cheek a squeeze before heading to the shower.
I dug around for my favorite black thong, slipped it on, and realized the top of my heart peeked out thanks to how low the front dipped.
Oh well.
The shorts needed a little hop to get them up. I snapped the thong’s straps high on my hips bone and turned in the mirror, checking the full effect. They were getting devoured way more than I expected—both cheeks basically out.
Probably fine.
The festival was mostly adults anyway. Last year, I lost count of how many girls flashed their tits after one drink too many. A little cheek wasn’t going to hurt anyone.
Plenty of people were probably going to see my boobs before the night was over. I’d been looking forward to it. Now that I knew Jay was a cuck who loved me showing off for strangers, I was more than ready to have fun this year.
Poor guy practically had a brain malfunction when all those nude-beach photos hit his phone. I’m not even sure he was that happy the first time he ever got to fuck me.
I pulled on my tank top, the hem landing just under my tits so most of my stomach was on display. It wasn’t technically see-through, but you could still make out the faint outline of my nipples.
Hm. Ponytail or hair down?
Ponytail.
I gathered my midnight-black hair and snapped a hair tie around it. The black was basically becoming my permanent color at this point—I hadn’t dyed it anything else since Halloween. That faint shimmer of blue was perfect, and my hairdresser had nailed it so it only caught the light at certain angles. I’d cry if I had to find someone new.
Jay came out of the shower in just his underwear, a towel draped around his neck. He stopped dead, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Wow…” he finally managed. “You wanna have sex before we leave?”
I walked over slow and sexy, biting my lower lip as I dragged my hand over his cock—already getting hard—then moved past him to the bathroom to do some light makeup.
“Nope. I’m absolutely tormenting you all night.”
Jay groaned but kept getting ready. Forty minutes later we were in the car, rolling down the road. I checked my mascara and eyeliner in the visor mirror while he kept sneaking glances at me instead of watching the road.
“Eyes ahead, lover boy.”
He smirked. “Yes, ma’am.”
By the time we finally pulled up, we’d already looped the main road twice before finding a lot that wanted thirty damn dollars just to park on dirt. Robbery, but whatever. We paid it. At least this year wasn’t freezing. Last year a random cold front rolled in and totally tanked the skimpy outfits. Which made Jay depressed.
The sun was still up and it was eighty-three. Warm enough. No way was I drowning this outfit under a jacket. I could survive it dipping into the mid-seventies later tonight.
We slipped into the crowd, weaving through pop-ups stands with everything you’d expect at an adult-ish festival. Beer tents, food trucks smoking up all kinds of meat, T-shirts bragging you were here, leather bracelets and handmade bags. All that cute vendor junk you only ever want when you’re already a little tipsy. Someone had an axe-throwing cage going, another stand was running a stein-holding competition.
The whole place smelled like grill smoke, and it was making me so hungry.
People were absolutely staring. I caught more than one guy practically snapping his neck trying to check out my ass hanging out of these shorts. And without a bra, my boobs had that little bounce with every step—nothing crazy, just enough to make men give that gawking stare. Jay was obsessed. He held my hand as though he was parading me around, all proud and smug, like he’d somehow scored the hottest woman on the planet.
I didn’t mind being his busty little trophy.
After I inhaled some food and finally killed my hunger, we ducked into a bar cashing in on all the foot traffic. It had that classic setup. Pool tables, faded yellow lighting, the whole old-school dive ambiance. Pretty much the textbook definition of a place your dad probably used to sneak into at nineteen.
We sat at the bar and Jay ordered a couple drinks. The bartender’s eyes dropped straight to my cleavage—and the nipple prints—before he even asked what we wanted.
When he came back with the drinks, he leaned in a little. “There’s a wet T-shirt contest in the back starting soon. You two look like you might be interested.”
“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Why do you think I’d be interested?”
He smirked, eyes flicking down and back up; he couldn’t help himself. “No reason. Just thought I’d mention it. If y’all need anything, holler.”
The bartender walked off to serve someone else, and Jay glanced over. “So… you doing that?”
I arched a brow. “You sure you want that many people seeing my tits?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he smirked.
I knocked back my Jack and Coke and set the glass down. “Well, let’s go register or whatever.”
“I don’t think it’s that kind of setup,” Jay chuckled, tossing some cash on the counter.
We pushed through the pack inside and drifted out the back door into a little courtyard. There was a pop-up stage draped with string lights, a couple soft spotlights aimed at it, and a band playing a rock cover. People swayed in place with beers lifted halfway, just vibing. Kinda a sausage fest, but with the competition happening, it wasn’t exactly surprising.
A guy sat behind a table stacked with white T-shirts, which seemed like the place to go, so I walked over. “We heard there’s a contest back here.”
He nodded. “Yup. If you’re joining, grab a shirt and go up when they call for it.” His eyes dipped to my top. “Or just use your own—yours’ll work.”
“Thanks,” I said in my chirpy voice.
We hung off to the side for a bit. I danced on Jay while he did his usual thing—standing there with his hands on my hips, moving with me just enough to count, while I did most of the work grinding against him. I didn’t mind. That Jack and Coke had been way stronger than I thought, and I’m a total lightweight, so I was already tipsy, floating with the music.
The band finished their set and cleared the stage, dragging their gear out of the way before the inevitable round of water got sprayed everywhere.
A moment later, the host climbed onto the small stage with a mic that sounded as if it was on its last breath. “White T-shirt contest! Ladies, get ready!”
I didn’t wait. I headed straight for the stairs, my heart already thumping with that wild, stupid thrill I loved way too much. This was definitely the biggest group my boobs had ever been exposed to. well, soon to be exposed.
Jay hovered near the front like an excited puppy trying really, really hard to look chill. I could already see his dick print in his jeans. Though that might’ve been from me grinding on him.
The second I stepped onto the stage, the crowd reacted—whistles, shouts, phones shooting up as though I’d walked out as the headliner.
Someone near the front shouted, “She’s hot as fuck!”
I smirked and tugged at the bottom of my shirt, pretending to adjust it, which only made it pull tighter across my chest.
More girls climbed up behind me, but I was easily the best-looking one up here, and my shape was ahead of all of them. One girl had bigger tits, sure, but mine were perkier—and that’s what matters.
A few of the girls kept shoving toward the center like it meant something, but I stayed off to the side. I didn’t need the middle to gather eyes. After a round of playful… and not-so-playful pushing, we were all crammed shoulder to shoulder.
A guy raised the hose.
“Are. You. Ready?” the host yelled into the mic as if this was some kind of game show.
Oh, I was so ready.
I planted my feet and shoved my chest out like this was some Olympic event I’d been training for.
The water slapped into me ice-cold, stealing my breath and turning my shirt transparent in seconds. My nipples went hard instantly, goosebumps rushing over my skin as a stray breeze rolled past and cranked the chill up even more.
And the audience went absolutely feral.
The music was loud through the off-stage speakers and everyone was shouting over each other, turning the whole crowd into one loud blur—but I still picked out a few things they were yelling at me.
“Holy shit!”
“Look at those tits!”
“She’s fucking winning!”
My tank top was so thin that when I glanced down, it almost looked like I wasn’t wearing anything at all. Every tiny bump along my areolas showed through, the usual peach color flushed a shade darker from the cold. It was absolutely showing off way more than the shirts they passed out.
I raised my arms slowly, letting the drenched shirt cling to every curve. The other girls were just standing there smiling, trying to play it cute.
But this wasn’t a beauty pageant. It was a slut contest.
I bent forward, braced my palms on my thighs, and shook my tits enough that they nearly popped right out of the stretched fabric.
“Hell yeah!”
“She knows exactly what she’s doing—”
Yeah, I did. Sort of. It wasn’t as if I’d ever done this before, but I knew exactly what guys wanted to see.
Someone shouted, “Let us see the back!”
So I turned, arched my back, and pushed my ass out, the denim riding up so high it basically passed for a thong bikini.
I looked back over my shoulder, found Jay in the mess of faces, and gave him a wink.
His expression was priceless—like he might actually come in his pants right there.
The crowd reacted like I’d just stripped completely.
Guys in the front were shoving their phones up toward the stage, trying to get close-ups of everyone, but most of the attention kept drifting right back to me.
The rush that hit me was insane.
I loved this. Being watched. Knowing every guy out there was imagining all the filthy things they’d do to me given the chance.
And with how the audience was acting, I already knew I had it in the bag.
That’s when it started.
A guy in the front let out a sharp whistle before, “Lift it!” came out of his mouth.
Then someone else. Then another.
And in seconds, the backyard was roaring in sloppy, drunken unison:
“LIFT IT! LIFT IT! LIFT IT!”
I looked out over the sea of faces—phones raised, girls laughing and hyping me up, beer sloshing in plastic cups as people stomped and shouted. It wasn’t like they couldn’t already see everything, but with this many horny guys, I shouldn’t be surprised they were getting greedy.
The chanting only got louder.
“LIFT IT! LIFT IT! LIFT IT!”
I slid one finger under the bottom hem of my soaked crop top.
They went absolutely wild off that tiny movement.
I lifted the shirt just an inch, letting the bottom curve of my boob peek out. Pure, attention-drunk madness. And fuck, it had me so damn horny. My whole body was soaked, and my pussy had been in on it long before the water even hit me.
“Higher, baby!”
“Come on, show those tits!”
“Don’t tease, slut—lift it!”
I raised it another inch, stopping right before my nipples, and it was absolutely killing them. But I was enjoying it too much, dangling my tits as if some teasing little prize I wasn’t ready to hand over yet.
The girl beside me—this brunette in a tiny bikini bottom and a drenched white tee—gave me a quick sideways look, like she’d just made a big decision. Before I could even process it, she grabbed the bottom of my tank from behind with both hands.
She yanked it straight up to my collarbones, and my boobs dropped out with a heavy bounce.
Cheering exploded through the whole place—every drunk guy getting exactly what they’d been begging for. Probably a few of the girls too.
She reached up and cupped both my tits, way more than a handful for her, and gave them a jiggle before pinching my nipples like they weren’t already rock-hard on their own.
I tried not to look like a complete mess up there, but I was so fucking turned on. Getting my tits played with was already one of my biggest weaknesses, and I’d never had a woman do it before.
Yeah… I was definitely at least a little bisexual.
She pushed them together and lifted them toward the crowd like she was offering them up.
There was no universe where I could handle that many guys, but the fantasy hit hard. Every man here rushing me, pinning me down, filling every hole while I took it, helpless and shaking, coming again and again on stage.
“These are huge,” she yelled in my ear, trying to be heard over all the hollering. “I’m kinda jealous.”
I laughed under my breath and smiled at the audience, pretending I wasn’t imagining all of them fucking me silly.
Her hands glided down my stomach, and the second she hit my waistband, everyone leaned forward like they could already taste what was about to happen. Her fingers popped the button on my shorts, then eased the zipper down inch by inch.
She was going to strip me.
And the men absolutely lost it.
“STRIP HER!”
She hooked her fingers into the front of my jean shorts and dragged them down over my ass, unleashing another wave of cheers. My black thong was soaked through, clinging to me and not hiding much.
Good thing I’d trimmed my bush.
As expected she went for it, peeling my thong down in one motion. And just like that—
—Outside. On a stage. Under the cheap stage lights. I was completely naked, except for the tank top bunched at my collarbone.
Might as well get rid of that.
As I stepped out of my thong and shorts, she kicked them aside as if they were garbage. I pulled my top over my head and tossed it after them, not bothering to care where it landed.
I could feel every dirty stare on me.
My hands slid up my wet skin, tracing over my ribs and then over my boobs. I freed my hair from its ponytail and rolled my hips, serving every guy in the room the exact view he was begging for.
Then I spun and bent forward, letting my tits hang, ass up, grinding a filthy circle in the air. I didn’t even have to look to know half the front row had their phones zoomed right between my legs.
When I finally glanced back, I caught Jay trying to subtly rub the bulge in his pants.
I flipped my hair, and arched my back as I slid my fingers between my thighs—not touching, just hovering, close enough to make every male in the place groan out loud.
The brunette smacked my ass hard.
By now the other girls were just watching and cheering, none of them bitter about it. It’s not as though there was a cash prize. Just bragging rights and rowdy applause.
A couple slipped offstage entirely.
Okay, they might have been a little salty.
Meanwhile, the brunette helping my show was clearly living her best life, spreading my ass cheeks wide for the whole bar like she was unveiling artwork. I already knew there’d be twenty, maybe thirty pictures of my asshole online.
If I’d been told a year ago that I’d be doing this, I would’ve died of embarrassment. Now? I was all in, and loving every second.
After a bit, I straightened, turned toward the sea of phones, and set my hands on my hips with a grin. Flashes popped everywhere like I was posing for the cover shot of some shameless nude magazine.
The host stepped up beside me and grabbed my wrist, lifting it high. “I think she won?” he announced into the mic.
Of course I did.
The crowd exploded—cheers, whistles, clapping. There was zero reason to even pretend the other girls had a shot.
I gave them all a little wave of thanks. The host handed me a cheap trophy that looked similar to something you’d win just for showing up to a little-league game.
He gave my ass a playful squeeze. “Congratulations, honey.”
I gave him a smirk. “Thanks!”
Everyone headed offstage, and I scooped up my clothes, drifting behind the group. The girl who’d basically been my partner in crime bounced up beside me.
“I’m Nikki,” she said, flashing a bright smile. “You’re fun. Want a drink together?”
I nodded. “Yeah—let me grab my boyfriend first.”
Jay was for sure not going to complain about her tagging along. She was cute, and her body was nice. Also I was in the mood to torment this man a little more.
Nikki looked thrilled. “It’s so cool that he let you do this.”
I shook my head. “Let me? More like he was about to beg me.”
Nikki grinned. “Even better.”
Jay stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs like a good boy. I passed him the trophy, then stepped back into my thong and shorts, pulling my soaked tank top into place. Beside me, Nikki wiggled her jeans back on over her bikini bottoms.
A couple guys started toward me, clearly ready to shoot their shot—then bailed the moment they clocked that I had a boyfriend.
Their loss.
“This is Nikki,” I said, thumbing in her direction. “She’s drinking with us.”
Jay nodded, sneaking a split-second look at her tits. “Cool, cool. I’m Jay.”
He was so wound up. I could tell he was low-key hoping we’d skip the bar and go straight home so he could blow his load in like five seconds.
I tossed my arm around my new friend’s shoulder. “Drinking time!”
She tossed her hand up. “Yay!”
Nikki and I walked ahead, leaving Jay behind us as the helpless third wheel while we headed back into the bar. We decided to hop to another place farther down the strip—way fewer chances of me getting my ear talked off by every dude who saw me at the contest. I enjoyed the attention, but I actually wanted to drink and talk about something other than ‘wow, your tits looked great onstage.’
Plus, I wanted to see some fresh ‘holy shit, boobs’ reactions.
My tank top barely dried on the walk over, so everyone we passed got a full view of mine and Nikki’s tits—and we were absolutely eating it up. She was just like me when it came to showing off. I might’ve found my new bestie.
We slid onto stools at the new place, and the bartender—a woman—walked right over with a smile.
“Wet T-shirt contest down the road?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yup. Took first place, obviously.”
“I believe it. What are we having tonight?”
We ordered drink after drink, and I got a little drunk… okay, really drunk. I told Nikki about the glory hole, and she was so into the story I couldn’t stop laughing. Even the part about the old guy at the nude beach didn’t scare her off—she loved it.
Jay looked mildly mortified, but every time my hand landed on his leg, I could feel the outline of his hard dick throbbing through his jeans.
A few guys tried to talk to us. Nikki and I humored them for a minute, but I was way more into our girl-bubble. I could get cock whenever—I hadn’t had a real female friend in years, not since my high school bestie moved away.
It was getting late, so we called it. I was more than ready to get laid, and Jay looked as if he was about five minutes away from dying of pent-up horniness.
We all walked back together and waited with Nikki until her Uber rolled up.
She hugged me tight, we swapped numbers, and then she collapsed into the back seat like the drunk mess she was. Jay had only been lightly drinking since he had to drive, but I was swaying and giggling the whole way back.
Jay and I made it to his black car, and I braced myself against the bumper of the red truck next to us to catch my breath. My head was spinning hard, and there was no way I was diving into Jay’s low-ass car without risking a drunk girl nosedive.
While I was gathering myself, the truck’s owner walked up with his friend—late thirties, maybe early forties.
“Oh shit, you’re that girl from the bar,” the truck owner said, flicking ash from his cigarette. “Best wet T-shirt contest I’ve ever seen there. Knew you were gonna win the second you stepped onstage.”
“Thanks,” I laughed. “Honestly, I thought Miss Massive Boobs was gonna be an issue.”
“Nah, you’ve got those perky-as-fuck tits,” he smirked. “And that supermodel face.”
I didn’t know about the supermodel part, but whatever—compliment accepted.
“How about you let us slam that pussy real quick?” the drunker friend blurted, completely pretending Jay wasn’t standing five feet away.
Wow. He just went straight for it. I mean… why not? Jay could use a little more suffering before I took him home. It was almost mean at this point. Maybe I enjoyed being a little mean.
It wasn’t a maybe. I did enjoy it.
The woods behind the lot made this way too easy. No worrying about being out in the open, attracting a horde of men. I wanted to be able to walk tomorrow.
I gave them a chirpy, “Sure,” and glanced between them. “So what are your names?”
They traded that holy-shit-is-this-real look. “I’m Tony, and this is Richard,” he said, gesturing to his buddy.
Tony tossed his cigarette, grinding it out under his heel before reaching up playing with my tits, mouth hanging open like he was seeing the eighth wonder. Richard’s hands were all over my ass, squeezing and groping while I looked over at Jay—still just standing there, not saying a word.
It didn’t take long for my shirt to be shoved up to my collarbone, just like at the contest, and my jeans slid down along with my thong, leaving them hanging off one ankle. Their fingertips pressed into every inch of my soft skin they could grab.
“You’ve got a killer body,” Tony said, before moving his hand lower. “And I love the heart.”
Yeah. I was never getting rid of it.
His fingers drifted between my thighs, running through all the wetness I couldn’t hide if I tried. He dipped into me a couple times, then brought that slick up to my clit, rubbing it enough to pull a low moan from me.
Richard shot Jay a look. “Damn, man. You’re just gonna stand there and let us touch your girl?”
Tony spun me around, both hands full of my ass now. He pressed my cheeks together, then let them settle back into place with a grin. “Mmm. Firm.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Jay. “He’s a cuck.”
Tony’s grin went wolfish. “Enjoy the show, cucky. I know I’m about to enjoy this young piece of ass.”
Both of them unzipped, and two semi-hard cocks flopped out, already the size of Jay’s on a good day, and definitely with room to grow. Poor Jay. He’d never seen me take anything even close to his size… though, let’s be real, he probably preferred it that way.
“Come here,” Richard said, pressing his lips to mine.
His tongue moved over mine, sloppy and drunk, as his hands closed around my tit, thumb brushing over my nipple, which was already tight from the night air.
After a few seconds, I pushed him back, turning toward the truck. The bumper was the perfect height. I planted my palms on it and bent over just as Tony slapped my ass, giving it a hard squeeze at the end, before his dick dropped heavy against my cheek.
I felt his head part my pussy lips and shoved through my entrance with some resistance, but it didn’t slow him too much. My body had been begging for this for hours, so my hole was more than ready—open, eager, and willing to take him without much complaint.
About a minute later he finally bottomed out, and I felt the curve of his cock drag inside me. He started pounding me fast—hard—each thrust making my tits jiggle and swing as he drove me into the truck. I tried to keep quiet—people were close—but the moans still broke through.
His thick, bulky shaft stretched me open at the base, a satisfying strain blooming right where I always craved.
I never thought I’d become a size queen, but here I was, letting pretty much anyone have me as long as they were packing something worth my time.
After a few minutes, I lifted one knee onto the bumper, opening myself up for him, and he took advantage, pushing in even deeper. “Fuck… right there,” I breathed as he pressed against that spot. “Right there.”
The orgasm hit out of nowhere. My hand flew up to grip the top of the tailgate, my lifted leg shaking uncontrollably as the wave tore through me. My eyes rolled back, that hot rush firing down my spine—the kind I only get when I’m really wound up. I was a little shocked how fast it slammed into me; alcohol usually makes it harder for me to finish.
“Such an easy comer,” he said, still working my gushy cunt like he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with me.
But he didn’t last much longer. He let out a rough grunt, and I felt his head throb—especially strong—before he emptied himself inside me. Tony’s orgasm went on in these long, surging waves, and I couldn’t help being a little impressed by how much he kept shooting. He made sure I took every last drop, his nails digging into my ass to hold me exactly where he wanted me.
When he finally pulled out, a warm spill hit the dirt beneath us.
Richard didn’t wait. I was still dripping when he stepped right in behind me, not caring one bit that his friend had just blasted inside. He guided himself in and immediately settled into a greedy rhythm.
“You’re such a dirty lil girl,” Richard growled, hammering into me. “This pussy’s unreal.”
He pressed a hand on my raised leg and the other on my hip, pinning me to the truck as he started smashing into me harder. Thank god I was flexible, because between the angle of my thigh, the arch of my back, and my cheekbone pressed against the tailgate’s paint, I had to look like I was folded into the most uncomfortable position imaginable to anyone watching.
It took barely two minutes before his cock started to pulse, buried deep as he finished, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Especially when I glanced over—as best I could—and saw Jay rubbing himself through his pants, wearing that amazed look he always got whenever another man was unloading in me.
Richard slid out with a groan, and I eased my leg down, turning to face them as I leaned my ass against the bumper. My head was spinning, dizzy-drunk, but I felt amazing—stranger’s cum running down my thigh.
“Such an innocent face on that curvy body,” Richard said, zipping up his pants with a smirk before pulling a cigarette from his shirt pocket.
Tony lifted his phone. “Push that rack together, honey.”
I did it without hesitating, squishing my tits and cycled through a few cute little expressions while he snapped away. He loved the dumb bimbo look that I happened to be ridiculously good at. And the other one—what was it called again… oh, right. The ahegao face.
Ahhhh, I loved when people took pictures. The risk was half the thrill. Knowing there was a real chance those shots could end up online—probably would—made my stomach twist in the best way. And the filthy part? I kept imagining someone we knew seeing them. Seeing my pussy leaking cum and my nipples out in the open.
What if Jay’s bosses saw?
Oh my god—I’d suck a dick on the spot if it meant he got promoted… or take a creampie.
Jay was clearly humiliated, but his hand never left his jeans. Just that light, nervous rub, like he was scared that doing anything more would make him cum on the spot.
A guy drifted over, probably drawn in by how loud I’d been moaning. “Fuck… what’s going on over here?”
Tony pointed at me as if he was giving directions. “A cum dump. If you wanna dump.”
The guy didn’t even blink. His cock was out in seconds—bigger than Jay’s, again—and I spun around, spread my legs, and bent over with my palms on the bumper like muscle memory. He didn’t bother with warming me up or easing in; he just lined up and clapped into me on the first thrust, hard enough to rock me forward.
A sharp, needy whine tore out of me before I had a chance to bite it back.
“Shit,” he laughed under his breath. “She’s already open like a used fuckin’ toy.”
Tony didn’t bother hiding how amused he was. “Yeah, she’s an easy girl. Her boyfriend over here is a total cuck.”
Richard blew smoke toward the trees, eyes glued to me. “Chicks these days are such sluts.”
“Right?” Tony snorted, lifting his phone and hitting record.
The guy slammed into me again, hard enough to make my tits brush against the metal. “This is straight-up free-use pussy.”
“Oh yeah,” Richard added, “such a cock sleeve.”
I moaned—loud, helpless—and there was no hiding that it was for them. This dirty talk was killing me.
“See that?” Tony said. “She loves being passed around.”
Another hard thrust smacked off my ass.
“Buddy,” the guy banging me said to Jay, “you ever think about how many men your girl’s taken? Or you just pretend it’s only you?”
Jay didn’t reply. He just made this tight, strangled sound in his throat as he cleared it.
“That’s what I thought,” Tony said as he jumped into the shit talking. “Good little cuck.” He gave Jay’s cheek a pat. “Stand there and watch. Let real men handle the fucking.”
The guy grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, driving in further until I gasped. His tip was giving my cervix a hello for sure.
“Open up,” he growled, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a burn. “I’m gonna fill this bitch right in front of him.”
And then he did, coating my walls so thoroughly my birth control deserved a raise. His head tipped back as the final spurts worked out of him.
As he removed himself, he gave my ass a lazy little pat and tossed out a, “Thanks, slut,” before strolling off like it was nothing.
More guys wandered over, and I didn’t even move—I just stayed bent over, accepting exactly what was coming. My forearms were planted on the bumper, my forehead resting against them as I stopped caring entirely about who was inside me. I just let it happen. Let a bunch of middle-aged men use my twenty-three-year-old body, getting their dicks into something they probably never thought they’d get near again. Some of them weren’t attractive at all, but I was free use tonight.
I ended up orgasming again on the second guy, but none of them were trying to please me, and that somehow made everything hotter.
Ugh. This was great. And not a single condom had been used tonight.
Tony didn’t mind me using his truck as an armrest while he kept taking pictures and filming. Most of the guys who came over assumed Jay was just another random dude waiting for his turn. And for some reason, in my tipsy brain, that was absolutely hilarious.
By the ninth guy total, my pussy was sore, my back and legs were starting to ache, and it finally looked as though the stream of drunk strangers had dried up.
When the last one finished, I slid my thong back into place, shimmied my shorts up my thighs, and tugged my tank top down over my chest.
“Thanks, boys,” I said with a smile, and they all grinned right back as I got into Jay’s car—quickly—before anyone else could show up.
Cum was leaking through my thong and around the tiny strip of coverage my shorts gave my pussy, seeping right into the seat.
It didn’t bother me one bit.
That was Jay’s problem.
We pulled out, catching smug little waves from Tony and Richard, and the second we hit the road Jay’s foot got a little heavy on the pedal. He clearly wanted to floor it, but there were cops all over the place doing drunk-driver sweeps.
As soon as we merged onto the highway, he set cruise control and I let my hand drift over the front of his jeans.
“You enjoyed watching all those guys plow my pussy?” I asked, biting my lip as I studied his face. “Watching them use your girlfriend like a toy?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
I gave him a look. “That’s not a real answer. Try again.”
His voice dipped into something low and embarrassed. “I… I fucking loved it. It was so sexy.”
I patted his cheek, giving him a sweet, almost condescending smile. “Good cuck.”
My hand settled on his thigh, drifting up just enough to tease the hard outline straining beneath his jeans, before trailing back down his leg again.
“God… you’re pathetic right now,” I mumbled, watching his knuckles go white on the wheel. “I can’t believe you actually love seeing that.”
He swallowed, words tight. “That… was a lot.”
“A lot of what?”
My nails traveled up again and paused right before the one place he actually wanted my hand to stay.
He let out a shaky breath, trying so hard not to fall apart. “Seeing you… with them.”
“That’s not specific enough.” I slouched over the armrest, letting my lips graze his ear. “Tell me exactly what you liked.”
His voice cracked. “Hearing you moan for them… you making them come so fast… and the way they talked dirty about your body… the… cum was hot.”
“Mmm.” I purred. “So you loved seeing them cum inside my pussy.”
He nodded a few too many times.
I clicked my tongue. “Words, baby.”
He exhaled. “I liked watching them all fill you with cum.”
I squeezed his thigh hard enough to make him moan. “Good boy.”
This was torture for him.
I sat back, smirk tugging at my lips. “And you’re just driving me home with all that cum leaking into your seat. Look at you, being such a good little chauffeur.”
He whimpered—actually whimpered—and it made my legs anxiously tighten, because damn, that was so hot.
“Eyes on the road,” I said. “Or we won’t even make it home for the fun part.”
When we got the house, Jay was already half-running to the front door, unlocking it before I’d even swung my legs out of the car. I walked in behind him, locked the door, and followed him straight to the bedroom. He leaned in to kiss me, desperate, but my palm hit his face before his lips got anywhere close.
I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs in a slow, deliberate sweep—pure torture for him as my thigh glided over the other. “Take your cock out and jerk off. You’re not getting any pussy tonight.”
He pulled it out—already painfully hard—and started stroking immediately.
I watched his hand move up and down his shaft for a few seconds, then tilted my head. “You know… you kinda have a small dick.”
“I know… I know…” He kept pumping himself, cheeks a little red. “They were bigger than me. All of them.”
“Bigger?” I scoffed. “They wrecked me compared to you. My pussy is so sore.”
I reclined back on my palms, settling in to enjoy the view of him.
“Now say it,” I told him. “Say they’re better than you.”
“They’re better than me,” he whispered.
“Louder.”
“They’re better than me,” he said again, this time in a low, shaky shout.
“And?”
He swallowed as his hand sped up. “And… they satisfied you more…. they fuck you better.”
“There you go. We really need to practice this more,” I smiled, letting my eyes narrow just enough to give him that sexy, focused look. “Keep going.”
“Can you take your tits out?” he asked as though he was nervous to even bring it up.
I tilted my head. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you look at me while you jerk.”
“You’re really enjoying this,” he said, his hand moving faster now on his little dick.
“Mhm.” I hummed. “I was thinking… when we finally decide to have a kid? We’re letting Matty’s big balls breed me.”
Jay came on the spot—shooting all over my face, thick ropes splattering across my cleavage as if he’d been waiting to hear those exact words.
“Jay!” I wiped at my cheek, shocked but trying not to laugh. “Seriously? I can’t believe you want Matty to knock me up.”
The look on his face was priceless. We’d never pushed the humiliation this far before, and the post-nut embarrassment rolling off him was sending me. But I still wasn’t going to fuck him.
I stood like a queen from her throne. “Fill my water jug and find my birth control.
Also, there better be a snack on my nightstand—something sweet, but small.”
He nodded immediately.
“I’m taking a shower. Everything better be ready when I come out, or you’re not getting pussy in the morning either.”
Jay nodded again, a little frantic. “I’ll get everything.”
I gave his cockhead a playful boop. “See you in the morning, little guy,” I said, then strutted off toward the bathroom.
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