MF/f, exhib, humil, public, BDsm

Community Slut
by Cindy Gray

Part 1


My eyes opened ever so slowly, trying to adjust to the early morning Sun
that burned down on me, for a minute I did not even recognize my own backyard. I
scanned my surroundings, moving my head from side to side, I was in a daze,
barely conscious , was this a dream, a nightmare? My God, how did I end up
leaning against the brick wall that separates my property from the neighbors
yard, why is my entire body being bombarded with continuous explosions of pain ?

I raise my head looking toward my palatial estate, I have to get in the house
but it seems like a hundred miles away and I can't move a muscle, my body is
paralyzed with pain. The simple motion of holding my head up is causing me
excruciating discomfort, slowly I ease my head back down. As if for the first
time I notice I am naked, not a thread of clothing covers my tormented body.
"No, No, No God, No" a sudden wave of terror washes through my troubled mind, my
eyes focus on my breasts they are horribly disfigured, swollen to twice their
normal size, covered with an array of contusions, scratches and lacerations.

Eyes moving down, seeing my soft belly, the white flesh now a deep scarlet with
areas of black and blue floating in that sea of red. Not wanting to look any
further, afraid of what I will see, yet my eyes focus between my legs, my most
private parts seem to suffer the worst pain of all and now I see why. Parcels of
flesh dot my neatly trimmed pubic area where the hair was ripped out by the
roots. My crotch and thighs look foreign to me, no longer creamy white flesh but
rather dark, bruised skin, horrendous in it's ugly display of assorted colors,
blue, purple, green, yellow and red. My pink folds of flesh burn with the fires
of torment the likes of which I have never felt in my life.

Feeling light headed now , I reach my left hand between my legs and
cradle my breasts with my right arm. My head hags heavy on my chest, once again
I close my eyes, blocking out the morning sun as well as the sight of my
battered, beaten and bruised body. My mind vividly recalls the events leading up
to my present state of disconcert. Oh, God, it started out as a beautiful dream
and eroded into my worst nightmare, but not the kind that happen in the comfort
of your bed while you sleep the night away, then wake up, perhaps upset but
relieved that it was only a "Dream". Oh, no, this did not happen while I slept,
it was neither illusion nor fantasy. It happened, every painful, agonizing and
humiliating detail. Must have been yesterday maybe the day before, unable to
know how long I have been sitting here in my present condition.

I was working on my tan in the backyard. Wearing a fairly modest, but
cut low in the front, black, one piece bathing suit reclining on my chaise
lounge, my mind drifting in and out of erotic daydreams, so peaceful and quiet.
Suddenly my reverie was interrupted, "Hey, Mrs. C. how are you." The voice of my
neighbors 18 year old daughter rang out to me, as she leaned over the fence.
Immediately I sat up, adjusted the top of my bathing suit and waved to Tammie,
"Hi honey what are you up to today", I answered back. Well we exchanged a few
pleasantries , then she invited me over to her yard to take a dip in their
custom built in-ground pool. Our own kidney shaped Olympic sized pool had not
yet been repaired and a such was out of service and empty. Well it didn't take
much coaxing for me to take her up on the kind invitation, as hot as it was a
refreshing dip in that clear, cold water sounded like a splendid idea. Once
again I adjusted my bathing suit, pulling up on the top a little. With Tammie
there I was a bit self conscious of my pendulous bosom and the amount of
cleavage the plunging neckline of my suit exposed.

When I passed through the gate, I nearly passed out period, there was
this young, beautiful girl wearing the skimpiest bikini I have ever seen. The
tiny red bikini left nothing to the imagination it was all very evident and on
display. Her thong disappeared between the tight cheeks of her hot little butt
and the two Silver Dollar sized circles of red fabric held together with barely
a thread showed off every inch of her firm young breasts. Hidden behind dark
glasses, my eyes studied her fantastic body as she strolled toward me to give me
an innocent kiss on the cheek. The minute her lips touched my flushed cheek my
loins began to stir, I knew I should have left but I did not want to make a
hasty exit and have the girl wondering what was wrong. Instead, I smiled at her
nervously and slowly followed her to the chaise lounges. After sitting for a few
minutes, trying not to glance over at the young nymph next to me I finally
relaxed, calmed down a bit and was able to focus on the blue water shimmering in
the huge swimming pool. My perky young host then jumped to her feet and
scampered into the house, calling back that she was going to make us some cold
drinks. I hollered toward her, I didn't really want anything to drink and she
was too Young to drink but she only giggled and disappeared into her house.
While Tammie was gone I touched my hand between my legs, I was wet, excited,
throbbing and ashamed, ashamed that I would respond in such a lecherous way to
the sight of a eighteen year old girl, a good girl, a friend.

Perhaps the fact that my husband was away on an extended business trip
and as each day dragged by I became more and more lonely had something to do
with it. I suppose that's the price you must pay for being married to the Chief
of Staff at the most prestigious and renowned Medical Centers in the State, not
to mention living the pampered life of a millionaire. Well my kids were home
and friends stopped in from time to time but I wasn't lonely for conversation.
I was growing more and more sexually frustrated, lonely, lonely for what was
missing in my life at that time S-E-X. I found it necessary to pleasure myself
whenever I got that tingling feeling between my legs. Believe me that feeling
crept up on me more frequently as each day passed. It would seem that the month
my husband was gone the urges to unlock the floodgates of my desires simply
soared out of control. After all I was a healthy Mature Woman with all the
needs, desires and passions that come with age and experience. I never
considered cheating on my husband , I had too much self respect and could never
risk the embarrassment or pain that would surely follow if I were ever caught
being perfidious. Of course I was confident I would have a fair amount of
success if I choose to play the field. Well, what can I say, even though I was
54 years old, I was still considered to be very attractive with a body that
women perhaps 20 years younger than I envied. Nevertheless I remained faithful
and was complacent to simply "amuse" myself.




Minutes later my semi-nude hostess reappeared handed me a tall Vodka and
Tonic and placed her bottle of Arizona iced-tea down on the patio table. "Don't
worry, I told you I was a good girl Mrs. C., it's only Iced-tea", she laughed
and asked how I liked my drink. Well as parched as my throat was I gulped down
almost half the drink in one fast swallow before I realized that it was much
more Vodka than Tonic. I wrinkled my nose, let the alcohol flow into my belly
and told her it was delicious. Truth be told it was very strong but I managed to
drink it rather quickly. Seeing my glass almost empty, Tammie came over took it
from my hand and headed to the house once again, "No, honey, no Thanks I don't
need another drink?" before I could finish my sentence she was gone. Her
departure gave me another opportunity to touch myself, I rubbed my crotch,
squeezing my pussy tight, feeling my body begin to really tingle all over.
"God", I thought to myself, "Cindy, what the hell is wrong with you," before I
could make up my mind weather to stay or head for home Tammie returned . I
quickly pulled my hand away from my groin, hoping she did not notice then she
gave me my drink. I learned my lesson from the last drink, this time I took
slow, calculated sips but even so I still felt that familiar relaxed feeling one
gets from being a little tipsy.

Suddenly, without any warning, Tammie handed me a bottle of Copper Tone,
rolled over on her belly and asked me to put the Sun tan lotion on her back. My
hand shook as I reached for the bottle and my mouth dropped open, what could I
do, I had to rub the lotion on her back. I poured a healthy amount of the
coconut smelling lotion in my hand, rubbed my two hands together, then knelt
beside Tammie and began to apply the lotion to her sensuous back. Working my
hands expertly, I pressed down hard on her back, moved my hands to her spine
then slowly, ever so slow with my fingers spread wide apart, inched my hands
toward her swan like neck. Over and over again I repeated my tender massage of
Tammie's back but each time moving my hands lower and lower below the base of
her spine and eventually swarming all over the luscious, tight cheeks of her
mesmerizing ass. I was lost in the maze of passion, out of control, my heart
beating so fast it hurt my chest, my head was spinning my entire body trembling,
my thighs and legs struggled to keep me kneeling in an upright position. Through
it all my young beautiful neighbor, quietly moaned, cooed and oooohhhhhhhhh'd,
she seemed so relaxed under my strong touch.

She whispered out how good my hands felt on her body, she loved the way I was
massaging her back, her soft sensuous voice only added to my excitement.

While my hands gently pried apart her tight buns, I stared between her spread thighs,
eventually seeing her pink puckered forbidden hole, her red thong pulled so tight into the
crevice of her butt it could not conceal her tiny dark hole. Oblivious to everything around
me, I squeezed her ass cheeks as tight as I could then squeezed my thighs together,
flexing my pussy, she cired out, "Ohhhhhh Mrs. C?." and I came. I felt the warm
sticky fluid of my passion seep from between my swollen pink folds of flesh,
then trickle under the edge of my bathing suit, dripping down my thigh.

I prayed to God, Tammie would never find out how I responded simply by
touching her body. I cleared my throat, caught my breath, struggled back to my
chaise lounge. I turned my head toward Tammie just in time to see her rolling
over onto her back, she looked at me and sheepishly asked me to do her front.
Still trying to recover from the orgasm I just experienced, I said, "What? Do
your front? What do you mean Tammie?. In the most sensual, erotic voice you
could ever imagine, each word dripping with honey she said, "Oh, Pleaseeeeeeeeee
Mrs. C, you did such a great job on my back, won't you pleaseeeeeee put some
lotion on my little belly".

The effects of the alcohol, the sun and Tammie must have clouded my
otherwise rational thinking. I stood up, picked up the bottle of Copper-Tone and
moved over to Tammie's chaise-lounge. I knelt down gently between Tammie's
spread open legs, her light, sparse pubic fuzz and glistening love slit exposed,
her thong useless in offering any kind of covering. I saturated my hands once
again with the sun tan lotion, then leaned forward, my ample bosom coated with
perspiration tumbled free from the confines of my low cut bathing suit. I felt
my face turn crimson red from embarrassment but made no effort to tuck my
pendulous breasts back inside. "Wow, Mrs. C., you have some set of tits, God
they are gigantic," Tammie laughed out loud, I laughed as well causing my fleshy
orbs to jiggle from side to side. Gently, I placed the palms of my hands on her
tight abdomen and begin to massage the lotion into her pliant flesh, moving from
side to side my hands exploring every inch of her taut belly. When my finger
toyed with her little belly button, that familiar sensation permeated trough my
loins yet again and almost subconsciously my hands reached for Tammie's firm
breasts. Helping myself to generous handfuls of Tammie's young bosom, my hands
swarmed all over her chest, I massaged, caressed and squeezed her, I pinched her
young yet excited nipples, rolled those pink eraser like nibs between my thumbs
and forefingers. Her sobs of ecstacy rang out, she whispered and yelled my name,
she cried and laughed at the same time, "Yessssssss, Mrs. C., Noooooooo Mrs. C.,
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Mrs. C." I was drunk with desire, delirious with
lust, my juices were flowing like a Niagra. I lowered my head to her chest then
captured an erect nipple between my wet lips. I sucked on the breast of Tammie
as if I were a starving infant, well I was starving but not for nourishment I
was starving for Tammie.

I painted the landscape of her full and tender tits with long, lavish
strokes of my tongue, then licked her neck, her cheeks, her ears and even her
nose, eventually my excited tongue worked it's way deep inside her beautiful
mouth. I laid my body on top of hers, wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed
her more passionately and fervently than I ever kissed anyone, our legs were
tangled around each other , I began to grind my body down on top of her, I
thrust my hips, slamming my pussy against hers. Tammie returned the favor she
raised her hips up to met mine, each sensuous meeting of our bodies caused my
love canal to burn with desire , I was again saturated with the nectar of love
that seeped from between my palpitating pussy, my excited swollen tiny bud of
pleasure emerged up from it's protective hood , exposed and vulnerable to the
slightest touch. I don't remember slipping out of my bathing suit but I
remember looking at it laying on the ground as if someone else threw it there,
while I slowly moved off the chaise lounge onto the grass. Through it all
Tammie's voice sernaded me to heights of euphoria, 'Ohhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssss,
Mrs. CCCccccccccccccceeeeeeeeeeee, your incredible, Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I love you
Mrs. C, don't ever stop.........." Eventually her seductive and encouraging
words seemed to fade away when I pressed my head between her tender thighs. My
hand trembled as I reached between her sopping wet, tender, delicious, so very
wonderful pussy, I hooked my finger around her tiny red thong and pulled it out
from it's hiding place deep inside her young slit. Pulling her cum soaked strip
of cloth from between her legs was an experiment in pure pleasure, she continued
to writhe , twitch and twist that fantastic body of hers while I pulled her
bikini to the side and sucked on the drenched thong. All the heart stopping
symptoms of an impending, earth shaking orgasm engulfed my body when I mashed my
hot mouth into her pussy, invading it with deep, long, lavish caresses of my
excited tongue.


"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW, OOOOOOOOOO, Noooooo, Arghhhhhhhhhh....." I
screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was not only the result of my shuddering
orgasm that caused me to yell out like a crazed banshee my scalp was erupting in
a volcano of pain. Someone had grabbed hold of my head, twisted my hair tight
around their fingers and yanked my head back so hard I though my neck would
snap. God, I was still licking Tammies sweet juices from my lips when I felt my
body being turned around, still on my knees, my head was once again yanked in
the air only to be slammed to the ground. My forehead smashed into the ground so
hard it actually bounced up and down twice before coming to a halt. I was
seeing stars at this point then I heard someone speak, "You dirty, rotten,
filthy old whore, what do you think your doing to my daughter. " Again that
familiar burning in my scalp, my hair being literally torn out by the roots and
my body slowly being lifted off my knees onto my feet. My legs were have a
terrible time of supporting my weight, they shook and trembled so much I thought
for sure I would tumble back to the ground, somehow I managed to hold my
sweating, naked body erect and focus on my tormentor. I am sorry I did, "YOU,
you disgusting BITCH, she's only eighteen you fucking whore , WHAT were you
making my Tammie do???????" I looked in the direction of that hysterical,
screaming voice, God, it was Tammie's mom, Linda. Standing to next her was her
husband Billy, behind them Billy's two older sons from a previous marriage, met
them on different occasions at various neighbor hood gatherings, big, strong and
good looking young men, one was 22 the other around 25. The four outraged
members of Tammie's family stood staring at me, if looks could kill I would have
been executive in a second, God I can still see those eyes burning into my flesh
and searing my soul. Instinctively I lowered my arms, crossed my hands in front
of my obviously excited , wet pussy, just as quickly I raised one hand and tried
to cover my perspiring mounds of flesh when I realized that the three men in
front of me were staring at my impressive bosom. Linda wasn't staring at my
bosom or any other part of my anatomy, her eyes, filled with abhorrence, disgust
and hatred stared into my tear filled eyes. "YOU fucking Bitch", Linda was
starting another tirade, but was interrupted, by this time Tammie had managed
to pull her little bikini back into place and was standing next to her mother,
sobbing out loud, "Ohhh mommy, I don't know why Mrs. C jumped on me like that, I
begged her not to but she just forced herself on top of me and before I knew it
she was kissing me and trying to put her finger inside me. Ohhhhhh Mommy, I feel
so dirty now, I couldn't stop Mrs. C, she was just too big and strong for me.
Oh, mom, daddy , why did she do that?" I couldn't believe my ears, that
beautiful young creature from heaven twisted the truth into a terrible lie from
hell, how could she, I thought to myself. Still I was too distraught to speak
and I certainly wasn't going to call her precious daughter a liar, not in the
frame of mind Linda was in. "YOU dirty pig, is this how the wife of a rich
Doctor acts, wait until I tell your husband and your own God damn kids just what
a despicable, vulgar and disgusting woman you are. YOU fucking hypocrite, you
look down your nose at us because my husband drives a truck for a living, you
sit around your fancy Country Club all night while I work waiting on tables so
we can afford this neighborhood and look what the fuck we are living next to.
Look at yourself you fucking whore." Linda's words tore at my heart, maybe she
was right after all, I felt so ashamed so contaminated, God I wanted to die
right then and there, I managed to find my voice, "Linda, please Linda, I am so
very sorry, this is all my fault, there is nothing I can say that can make any
of this justified, I am sorry, please, I better just leave now, God I'm sorry,
my voice quivered, tears flowed down my face and I headed for the gate not even
bothering to retrieve my bathing suit. My retreat was soon aborted, Linda stood
right in my path, preventing my from taking another step forward. "Not so fast
BITCH, I'm not finished here", she punctuated her words by grabbing two handfuls
of my hair, yanking my head from side to side and then hurling my body through
the air. I landed on my side about three feet from where she was standing,
rolling over I sat up held my arms in the air and pleaded with Linda not to do
this, just let me go, I suffered enough. My pleas were answered with kick to the
center of my chest. I toppled over again , quickly scurried to my knees, now I
am really begging Linda to stop, I'm kneeling in an upright position almost as
if I were in church, arms at my waist, hands clasped together, "Please Linda, I
don't want to fight you, please........."

My words were cut off in mid sentence, oooowwwwwwwwww nooooooooo, Linda
stood in front of me, bent down and grabbed each of my sagging tits in her
strong hands, she squeezed her fingers so tight around my globes that her nails
tore into my tender flesh. Letting out an audible grunt, she yanked my tits,
without letting up on her vice like grip she lifted me right to my feet simply
by pulling on my throbbing breasts. Once again facing my adversary, I covered my
injured boobs with my hands, "pleaseeeeee Linda, stop," still begging for mercy
but to no avail. In an instant, Linda's right arm shot forward she manged to
grasp a rather large clump of my pubic hair in her strong fingers,
"EEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW, OWWWW, a forceful tug of her hand and
that patch of hair was torn out by the roots from my tender mound. I looked
around for a possible escape, I had to get out of that yard as soon as possible,
I was in no condition to fight Linda, not now anyway, not with the amount of
hatred she had toward me to fuel her adrenaline.

While scanning the yard, my eyes opened wide in horror and
embarrassment. With all the yelling and screaming going on a large group of my
friends and neighbors had gathered in the yard to see what all the commotion
was. There had to be at least fifty people in that yard, some people who were
long time friends of ours, some of my husbands patients and colleagues as well,
members of my Country Club and even the Minister from the church we belong to
and I function as a honored Deacon in was watching the spectacle. They saw a
commotion alright and they saw a hell of a lot more. They saw me, the well
respected and always so dignified Doctor's wife, naked as the day she was born,
they saw me being manhandled by an irate mother and were already given earfuls
of gossip about me forcing my self on Tammie, trying to extract sexual
pleasures from the young , innocent girl. I stood there with my head hanging
down in disrepute, I will never be able to face these people again and what of
my husband and the kids how will they ever be able to walk with their heads held
high when the rumors of my disgrace become common knowledge in town. To be sure
these thoughts were hoovering in my consciousness but I heard Linda's voice and
I was now facing yet another dilemma .

"You fucking whore, you know I am going to destroy you Bitch but I will
at least give you the chance to defend yourself." I looked up, Linda took a step
back and opened her robe, she let it slip off her tanned shoulders, I stared at
it while it fell to the ground. Then I slowly raised my eyes again, staring at
her body from toe to head. Linda looked like a Goddess, standing there with her
hands on her narrow hips wearing a very sexy purple bra and matching silk
panties. Her body was a golden bronze like an expensive statute in a museum, not
a single inch of fat, not one blemish, not the slightest imperfection could be
seen on this woman. Believe me , my eyes searched every part of her to try to
discover one fault with her perfect physique but there was none to be found.
Well you could certainly figure out where Tanny got her fantastic figure and
beautiful sensuous looks from. Linda was an older version of Tammie. Older,
sure ,Linda was 39 years old but built better, stronger and more voluptuous than
her daughter. I heard a voice inside my head, "Cindy, what the fuck are you
thinking about, this woman is ready to tear you from limb to limb and your
staring at her like a lovesick fool. That inner voice taunted me, you really are
a pathetic whore Cindy, your getting hot looking at Linda aren't you. NO.
answering my own conscious I didn't mean for it to be said out loud but it
startled me and Linda must have heard it as well, she repeated, "NO ?, no what
Mrs. C, just what the fuck are you thinking about in that sick mind of yours."
I'm afraid Linda already guessed what I was thinking about, she gave me a most
seductive little grin than reached behind her back, unfastened her purple bra
and let it fall to the ground next to her robe. I gazed at Linda's ample bosom
waiting for it to droop down her chest when she removed her bra, the way my tits
do but they didn't budge, it was as if she never took her bra off. Those ample
bronzed, perfectly round globes of flesh did not budge, they were firm, solid,
held up on their own without any need for support. I shifted my weight from one
foot to the other and turned my eyes away from Linda's most impressive chest,
praying that the buzzing tunnel of love between my legs would not betray me by
ejaculating down my thigh. God, I have been known to really squirt on occasion
and it seemed like this might be just one of those occasions, the last thing I
need now was to involuntarily shoot a spray of cum from between my slit and have
the entire neighborhood see my thighs coated in a fine sheen of my own juice.

Craaaaaaaaaaaack, my cheek burned with pain, Linda's hard open handed
slap made all my preceding thoughts regarding her fantastic and oh so sexy body
abate for the time being. Linda began to flay away at will, her hands moving
faster then I'd ever seen anyones hands move, they pummeled me with devastating
punches, propelled by powerful arms and punctuated by hands turned into fists of
steel. My chest a prime target for Linda's punches, alternating between my right
and left tit she assailed my tender bruised boobs with right hooks, left jabs
and combination shots that seemed to never miss a beat and certainly never
missed a target, either my left tit, my right tit or the deep cleavage between
my twin peaks. My ample bosom danced obscenely across my chest with each
collision into Linda's fists, my boobs, ached from the battering as well as they
way the were forced to jiggle wildly, being jolted up and down or thrashed about
from side to side. The vulgar and animated exhibition of my immense fleshy sacks
did not go unnoticed by the crowd as they watched with mouths gapping and eyes
wide with disbelief, perhaps disgust and possible some depraved delight at
seeing my breasts scourged. From the corner of my eye I could see them pointing
at me, giggling, or grimacing in sympathy, but all looking and pointing at me
never the less.

After what seemed like hours of this violent breast battering, Linda
suddenly stopped, she unclenched her fists and shook her hands, maybe to get the
circulation flowing through her arms and perchance to formulate a new plan of
attack on me. Thankful for the stop in the action, I teetered on weak knees ,
swaying to and fro, my arms hung limply at my sides and I barely had the
strength to hold my head up. My reprieve was only short lived, suddenly without
any warning Linda slapped my face so hard it rattled my teeth, owwwwwww,
Cracccccccccck another slap, then another, the force of each blow causing me to
move back, I couldn't take it any longer, there had to be a way to defend myself
against this woman. I raised my arms and grabbed hold of Linda's wrists, we
stood like that momentarily, staring into each others face, her eyes were
bright, clear and very exotic, mine were teary, blurred and very bloodshot. She
laughed in my face, "Are you finally going to put up a fight you whore?" Well,
look it here everybody, THE Doctor's wife wants to challenge me to a test of
strength." The crowd clapped their hands together in mock appreciation for my
sudden bravados , even I realized the absurdity of the situation and knew all
too well that at this stage of the game, I did not stand a chance against Linda.
My brain felt like it was operating in slow motion, I saw Linda shift her weight
to her left foot, I knew what was coming but by the time I could transfer the
information from my brain to my body it was too late. She bent her right knee
then raised her leg, still looking at her very serious but oh so very beautiful
face, I cried out, "no,...No...., please, NO....". By the time I managed to
blurt out the third "NO" my pussy was already detonating with excruciating pain
that radiated from between my legs and coursed through every inch of my body .
My fingers slipped off of Linda's wrists, I felt my knees buckle and I started
to crumple to the ground but Linda grabbed a hold of my hair with her left hand
and in a show of sheer superiority held me in an upright position using only one
arm. WHUUUUUUUUUUUUMPPPPPPPPPPP, the second slam between my legs from Linda's
solid right knee was more paralyzing than the first, the force of the impact
elevated me off my feet, but somewhere between my brain and my vocal cords, my
voice got lost. I twisted my face into a grotesque mask of pain, my mouth opened
wide , my lips formed a giant circle but not a single sound came out. Linda
quickly reached down, grabbed another fistful of my pubic hair, tore it out then
shoved the clump of wiry hair into my open mouth. I started to gag, cough and
spit , my frantic gasps for air caused the coarse hairs to slide toward the
back of my mouth, tickle my throat and finally get swallowed into my belly.
Once again the crowd of neighbors erupted in a spontaneous outburst of laughter
after Linda said to me in a loud , clear voice, "Well you fucking tramp, you
enjoy eating pussy so much thought you might enjoy the confection that goes with
it."

When the demeaning laughter died down, Linda opened the fingers of the
hand holding onto my head, as my strands of hair unraveled from her fingers I
felt my legs giving out on me but before I could sink to my knees, Linda
slammed her hands against my shoulders gave a forceful shove and sent my body
sailing backwards. My back crashed against the steel lamp post in the yard
shaking the fixture so hard that the decorative glass around the bulb shattered,
I bounced off the pole, my staggering body twisted to the right and I collided
with their large outdoor grill. My body crashed against the wooden handle on the
front of the grill at waist level causing me to fall over the top of heavy cast
iron black cover. The way I was draped over the grill reminded me of those old
cowboy movies where they used to hang the dead man over the back of a horse then
ride him into town. My arms dangled over the back of the grill, my legs slightly
spread hung down the front, my belly and breasts flattened against the huge
curved top of the gas grill crushed between my dead weight. I wondered how many
of my neighbors were staring between my legs while my lifeless body hung in this
humiliating position. Worries about my shameful display were quickly forgotten
when I felt a sharp stinging sensation across my bare butt, Linda had grabbed a
stainless steel spatula from it's nearby rack and started using the heavy
cooking implement as a paddle. Linda peppered my aching backside with one heavy
blow after another, the wide metal end slammed my lower back, my quivering ass
cheeks and the tended area on the back of my thighs. I have never been spanked
in such a cruel and painful manner. I could almost feel big, ugly red welts
erupting on the surface of my tender bottom as she swung the spatula against my
helpless body. Every so often, between my continuing sobs of misery I would yelp
out loud like an injured puppy, Linda would let the end of the spatula turn
slightly causing the sharp steel edges of the tool to cut into my soft flesh.
When Linda finally finished spanking the ever loving daylights out of my ass
with that spatula I knew my backside as well as the backs of my thighs were
decorated with an intricate criss-crossing pattern of thin, blood red lines.

I was actually amazed that I remained conscious during this entire and
very painful experience but conscious I was and very aware of a new, different
type of pain commencing in crease of my butt. "Noooooooooo, no Linda, please
don't do it, pleaseeeeeeeee", my voice was filled with terror, I felt Linda
pressing the round, wooden handle of the spatula against my tight puckered dark
opening, slowly she increased the pressure until my butt parted and the handle
snaked it's way deep inside my ass. Linda worked that huge thing in and out of
my ass so hard I thought my bowels would be ruptured the pain was unbearable yet
the sensation of having my ass invaded by a foreign wooden object caused an
unusual, almost involuntary response from me. As I grew accustomed to my hole
being stretched and penetrated the pain subsided a bit and much to my surprise
my sex juices were starting to surge once again. Unfortunately this reaction
did not go unnoticed by Linda, I swear I heard her snicker seeing me try to lift
my backside off the grill top to meet the thrusts of the handle in my ass. I
heard Linda's voice ring out, speaking to the crowd of people gathered in her
yard, "Will you look at this fine Lady, I think she likes it up the ass, what do
you think?" not really expecting an answer to her rhetorical question, she added
as an after thought, "wonder what else this whore likes".

Linda released her grip of the spatula protruding from my ass, I felt
the thing slipping out, I clenched my sphincter muscles around the object my ass
almost embracing the wooden cylinder, twitching and pressing finally I pushed
the thing out of my butt, followed by a audible moan of pleasure. Linda walked
to the back of the gas grill, grabbed my arms then pulled me forward. My limp
body landed on the grass face down but she quickly bent down and rolled me over
to my back. Standing between my legs she kicked my thighs apart, almost
involuntarily I bent my legs and planted the soles of my bare feet on the plush
lawn. I looked up at this Goddess , despite the brutal beating she had given me
and the humiliation she was putting me through I still thought she was the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her toned, tanned body was spectacular to say
the least, her huge but so very firm breasts jutted out proudly, her belly as
tight and perfectly rounded as her daughters. Staring at her I felt so old, out
of shape and ugly, "please Linda, let me go home, pleaseee...." I hate to admit
it but my voice did not sound very convincing, Linda detected as mush as well,
:Ohhhhh you dirty tramp, you don't want to go home, " she hooked her thumbs in
the waist band of her purple passion silk panties and slowly worked them down
around her shapely legs, wiggling out of them in an erotic dance of delight
right before my eyes. "No slut, you don't want to go home," Linda tapped her
crotch, " you want this more than you ever wanted anything in your life," then
she pressed two fingers against her labia and pulled the tender flesh to the
side, " your money can't buy nothing like this Bitch", she exposed her
shimmering pink slit, she saw my eyes staring up between her legs, "Oh yeah, you
old slut, let me hear you beg me for a taste."

My God, I could not believe my own wanton desires but as my eyes drank
in her beauty , her naked body standing over me, from my submissive position on
my back underneath her, I knew she was right. God, I did want her I wanted her
as much as I wanted her daughter, NO I wanted her more. I heard the sound of
feet shuffling, the crowd of people moved closer, forming a circle around our
naked bodies, Linda's husband his two sons and of course Tammie were standing
the closest to us. "Pleaseeeee, Linda, please let me go home now". I could not
take my eyes off this woman, I stared at her crotch, it was completely hairless,
as smooth as a baby's butt, two tiny cherries were tattooed to the left of her
puffy pink slit and her right labia was pierced, her small hoop of gold dazzled
me as the sun light reflected off it. Suddenly, Linda raised her right foot,
pressed her pretty toes against my wet pussy then began to wiggle then ,
"Ohhhhh, pleaseeeeeeeee,, ummmmmmmmm", the response was what Linda anticipated,
she let her big toe tease my magical button of pleasure and I felt it growing
firm, hard and big, slowly it emerged from it's protective folds of flesh,
"ummmmmmmmmmm, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee Linda...." I purred out soft sounds of pleasure
as I raised my hips off the ground trying to embrace her foot with my saturated
pussy. "Oh you sex crazed Bitch, beg me Bitch, beg me, right here right now in
front of all your classy friends, I want everybody to hear what a depraved old
whore you are." Just as quickly as Linda pressed her foot against my pussy, she
took it away. I dropped my hips back to the crowd in disappointment. "Pleaseeeee
Linda, LINDA, pleaseeeeeeeeee I beg you, let me have you, Pleaseeeee I want you
so bad honey, Please God, Linda I need you." I was shocked by my sudden
outburst of pleading for Linda, the crowd was entertained and started to cheer
Linda on. That sensuous woman needed no encouragement at this point, she had me
where she wanted me and knew it, I would do or say anything Linda wanted me to
just for a chance to be intimate with her.

Almost magically, Linda's crotch appeared above my face. She stood over
my head, providing me an unobstructed view up her long tapered legs and into
that beautiful tunnel of love nestled between her muscular thighs. Slowly Linda
began to lower her body down on me face, only mock indignation made me half
heartedly move my head from side to side in the weakest of protests. I felt her
hot, damp body close down around my head, her moist bald pussy pressing against
my gapping mouth. My lips immediately went to work kissing her pussy, pressing
her juicy labia between them, my tongue not to be outdone rolled into action as
well, licking the entire length of her slit, from top to bottom, toying with
the Gold ring that pierced her, stretching as far as it would go to eventually
immerse itself deep inside her luscious love canal. My arms reached behind her
back, my hands settled on her ass cheeks, pulling her woman hood tighter against
me while Linda, rotated her sexy hips, grinding her pussy against my burning
face. My own pussy was emitting a steady stream of juice. Oh God was pussy wet,
it was very slippery and loose easily accepting the large, round object that was
being plunged inside. I had no idea what it was or who was guiding it in and out
of my saturated pussy, but it felt good, great as a matter of fact, despite the
immense length and width of it I took it all in. I thrust my hips up and down,
fucking my self against the thing being moved in and out of me, while Linda
continued her gyrations against my face, filling my mouth with her juices.
"Ohhhhhhhhh" I felt my ass being spread open and soon another object was slammed
inside that tight and sore opening, again, I had no idea what it was, I only
could feel that it was smaller than the thing inside my pussy, more pliant but
still firm. The OOOOOoooooohhhhhhhs and AHHHHHHHHHHHs from the crowd drowned out
Linda's scream of pleasure as she finally convulsed in a powerful , shaking
orgasm, her hot savory pussy literally sprayed a long stream of juice into my
mouth and down my throat. My own animalistic screams of passion were drowned out
by Linda's crotch still plastered against my mouth.

Eventually, Linda rolled her shaking, sweating, sensuous body off of me
and sat on the grass, propping herself up with her arms behind her on the
ground. I was totally spent and exhausted but managed to bend my neck and look
between my spread open and shaking legs. I saw Tammie's hand wrapped around the
neck of her empty ice tea bottle as she slowly pulled it out from my saturated
slit. Her other hand was holding the huge tube of sun tan lotion, obviously the
object that she was using to pervade my tortured butt. Hearing Linda's voice I
moved my eyes from Tammie toward Linda, I watched as she staggered to her feet,
slipped on her robe and once again addressed the stunned crowd. "I have to give
that whore a lot of credit, she is one fantastic pussy licker. I swear ladies
you all have to give The Doctors wife a try, her tongue definitely knows it's
way around a woman's most intimate parts." Linda then turned toward her
husband, winked at him and continued with her little speech to our group of
neighbors, "yeah the old dyke has a talent for licking pussy, hummmmm wonder
what other talents her filthy mouth is capable of...." Almost as if on cue,
Linda's husband moved toward me then knelt down next to my head, I turned my
face to look at him, judging from the huge bulge between his legs I would
imagine that he enjoyed the demonstration of my debauchery as much as his wife
and daughter. I watched through tears in my eyes as he released his impressive
manhood from his pants, "Noooooo, pleaseeee, don't make m......" the tip of his
pulsating shaft touched my lips and my cries were cut off in mid sentence. He
shuffled his body a little closer to my face, instinctively I started licking
the bulbous head while fondling his heavy balls in my right head. Linda's
husband began thrusting his massive cock harder and harder and very deep inside
my mouth. I began to feel those unmistakable tremors of excitement between my
legs, subconsciously I thrust my hips off the ground as if searching for
something, anything to fill my tingling slit and cool the fire of desire that
burned there. My search was soon over, I felt the tip of a hot stiff erection
pressing against my labia then in one mighty shove , bury itself between my
legs. I strained by eyes to see who was fucking me so violently, God, it was
Linda's step-son, the younger one. He slammed his hips so fast and hard against
me he was driving his hard-on in and out of me like a jack-hammer. I surprised
myself as I managed to hump my hips up against his, matching that 22 year old
kid thrust for thrust. Not forgetting the huge throbbing dick impaling my
mouth, I begin to lick the tip of it slowly almost sensuously, my filthy tongue
exploring every inch of that pulsating penis. Eventually I sucked the whole
thing deep into my mouth, and I could feel the bulging tip of Linda's husbands
manhood at the back of my throat. I began contracting my mouth rhythmically and
felt the throbbing of his impending orgasm. I could feel my own impending orgasm
as well from the tremendous fucking I was getting. Almost simultaneously the
three of us experienced shuddering orgasms. One cock emptied it's massive load
of cum into my mouth, I let loose a steady stream of juice from my pussy and
that young man filled me with repeated spurts of hot, sticky cum each one more
voluminous than the previous one. Once their pleasure was serviced they slipped
their flaccid shafts from their respective receptacles, I felt the gooey
substance of there deposits dripping from my spread legs and gapping mouth.

Linda moved over by me and pointed her finger down, "well what do you
think of our fine, respectable neighbor now, huh, hummmmm I don't think Mrs. C.
looks all that classy anymore . Can't wait to tell that handsome Doctor just
what his sophisticated and erudite wife does when he's away. " "no, no, no, no,
pleaseeeeeeeee Linda, please don't tell him." I begged her not to relate the
events of today to him. Linda burst out with a cruel laugh, "I see the prospects
of your husband and kids hearing about your little episode today doesn't sit
very well with you, does it? Well perhaps we CAN keep this a secret", Linda
turned to the crowd, "What do you say folks why don't we just keep our mouths
shut about what happened here and... and in exchange for our silence, Mrs. C.
will agree to become the Community Slut., of course I will be her rightful owner
so all arrangements for her use will be made through me." Linda looked down at
me, well Mrs. C. do you agree to those terms", what could I say, of course I had
to give in to her demands or risk being exposed , "y.. y... y... yesssssss, Yes
Linda, anything You say" Linda was beaming now, "Very good Mrs. C, I hear by
appoint you the Community Slut" loud outbursts of laughter and even applause
rang out through the yard, "Oh, one more thing Mrs. C. from now on, in our
special circle of friends you will be known as Mrs. Cunt. Linda then placed her
foot against my cheek and forced my head to the opposite side, my eyes focused
on yet another young, throbbing sword of flesh ready to submerge itself into my
mouth. As I swallowed that massive shaft all the way inside my aching mouth, my
eyes looked up, the proud owner of that incredible prick was Linda's oldest
step-son. Without hesitation my lips closed around the wide erection and I began
to move my head back and forth, it must have looked as if it were attached to a
spring the way it bobbed up and down, sucking off the young man impaling my
mouth.

At that point in time I began to drift in and out of consciousness and
do not even remember if that young man emptied himself in my mouth or how many
other men or women for that matter used me during the remainder of the day.
Judging from the soreness I feel now I was used by quite a few off them, in all
my openings and with a number of different objects. I have no idea when or how
I ended up back in my own yard, still naked and unbelievably sore. I did have a
pretty good idea that Linda would make good on her promise and make me perform
as the Community Slut.



Cum Candies
By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com


I decided to take a short break from my main writing project that I’m working on to play with this story. I wanted to try out a couple different writing styles and ideas that had formed in my head. As always, I greatly appreciate any feed back, thoughts and ideas you can give.


So I guess this all started a couple days back. One could argue that this all began at age thirteen when I first discovered my passion for exhibitionism among other fetishes. It was at age thirteen at a sleep over at a friend’s house where I discovered the thrill and excitement that comes with being an exhibitionist. Given the option between taking a truth or a dare I choose to take a dare. I soon found myself walking down the road in the chill of the night air wearing only my sandals. Instead of the expected fear and apprehension that most people would be filled with when streaking down a road I was filled with a sense of excitement unlike anything I had previously experienced. While most people would have run back to their cloths as soon as they fulfilled the dare I continued to walk a little further down the road knowing at any moment I might be discovered.

Since that time I can not claim to have taken my life down a path of wild and outrageous experiences. By most standards I am a typical young girl. I am a junior at a university studying to get my bachelors degree. I have normal friends and do normal things on the weekends. I do wear tighter cloths then some and tend to be a little wilder at parties then most of my friends but nothing to rouse any suspicions. Basically I had become a closet exhibitionist although when I am well away from my friends or if the right opportunity arises that part of my life does show through. When it does I always get serious attention from the men around me. I am 5’10” with a body that is trimmed and toned as a result of always being active.

A couple days back had found me visiting an adult oriented store. In layman’s terms I went to a sex store. Despite being a bit of an exhibitionist I still get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of some one I know seeing me enter a sex store. Instead of going to the nearest store just off campus I ended up driving to the other side of town to the shadier district of this fair city. My outing to this store was the result of a costume party that was up and coming. I had to laugh at myself a little knowing that what over costume I purchased would be blatantly obvious as to its origins yet I still didn’t want to be seen buying it. I was worried about what kind of reputation I might get if people even got an inkling of my true interests.

Being new to the store I wondered between isles rather aimlessly. As I took everything in I found a familiar feeling beginning to build deep within me. It felt naughty to be in a sex store looking at toys and cloths which was a feeling I found to be completely exhilarating. A smile crossed my lips as I contemplated who might be watching me as I strolled through the store. I imagined that I was being recorded on the store security cameras, that everything I picked up and looked at was captured on tape. Picking up a dildo made the feelings grow to entirely new levels. I haven’t felt this way since the day I had walked naked on the road so many years ago.

Eventually I did manage to refocus my attention to the reason I had first come in here. Going to the clothing rack I picked through everything they had till I found a costume I liked. The outfit I chose was a pin striped mobster girl costume. Taking the costume into the dressing room and after putting it on I immediately knew I had to buy it. In the mirror I saw a bad ass girl staring back at me dressed in a black pin striped skirt that wrapped tightly around my hips and stopped above the mid thigh mark. Stopping at my navel was a matching black with white pin striped shirt with white collar. The shirt had a plunging neck line with the top button at mid chest level directly between my boobs. The costume came complete with a pin striped hat and toy gun.

Once I had changed back into my cloths I gathered up the costume and headed for the register. I’m not sure why they caught my eye but for some reason I couldn’t ignore them. On a rack were various novelty medicines and candies. Most were the novelty items you see at any party story, jelly beans in a bottle labeled as anti aging pills. The section that caught my eyes were not the candies labeled as cures for bizarre illnesses but the ones labeled as being meant to taste like certain things. Modeled after the jelly belly’s from the Harry Potter movies that tasted like ear wax and vomit, which were also included on the rack of candies, the ones that caught my eye were the ones based around sexual things. The flavors ranged from chocolate covered strawberries to latex and even the taste of sperm.

It was as I was checking out these sexual flavors that the female store clerk came over to offer assistance. Because the candies intrigued me and because a wicked prank was beginning to form in my mind I asked the sales lady how close the candies actually came to the real thing. Her replay was that the candies were extremely close to what they described.

A rather devious smile spread across my lips as a plan began to solidify in my mind. The candies came in the kind of pharmacy bottles that are colored but still clear. The bottles were packaged in clear boxes. Picking up a box and examining the contents held within it I was happy to find that the candies were in pill form. The pills were the same size and shape as the mints I always carried around with me and was always munching on.

Seeing me smile the sales lady, Helen, asked what I was thinking about. Apparently it was pretty obvious that I was planning something. I explained to her that I always have mints with me and that I am always eating them. I also explained to her that my friends were always asking for some and that I shared as many mints with other people as I ate myself. The prank I was thinking of is to switch out the mints with one of the candies on display that has a less than appealing taste.

Helen started laughing as she pictured the face of someone who ate one of these candies unsuspectingly. She was now my accomplice as she began helping me brain storm the perfect way to pull off this prank. Picking off the shelf a bottle of candies labeled as Cum Candies she removed the packaging and opened the bottle. She explained that no one had been interested in the candies and they were now on clearance. The store was basically trying to give them away to get rid of them and make room on the selves. Pulling out one of the candies she handed it to me to try.

My accomplice on this prank just laughed as she saw me immediately gag and try to spit. I was glad I had only sucked on the candy and hadn’t actually bit it. Fighting hard to suppress my gag reflex I finally managed to swallow the candy whole. The taste was true to the advertisement. It really did taste like someone had just ejaculated into my mouth. I started to laugh at what my friends face would look like if they bit into this not knowing. After taking some crap from Helen about not being able to swallow we walked to the counter with my costume along with the opened bottle of candies and an unopened one. She gave me a buy one get one free discount as long as I promised to come back in a couple days and tell her how it went.

When I finally made it home that night I was still on a sexual high from the day’s experience. I couldn’t stop thinking about the cameras in the store capturing my face as I ate that candy. I was actually excited over being embarrassed at the store. The thought crossed my mind of how I would react if I was given one of those candies when I was around other people. I would have to hide my gag reflex so that no one around me would know I had the taste of cum in my mouth.

That morning I was feeling a little daring. I had spent the whole night imagining what would happen if I ate one of those candies and everyone around me knew I had the taste of sex in my mouth. Pulling my tin of mints out of my purse I poured a few mints out to make room for the candies. I dumped an entire bottle of the candies into the tin of mints. Closing the lid I shook up the tin to mix the mints with the candies. There was about three times as many mints as candies which meant when I did start eating them there was a one in four chance of eating something less than pleasant.

It was at the start of my second class that the odds finally caught up with me. I had already eaten four pills during my first class with all of them being mints. I had just sat down in my second class and had popped in what I though might be a mint into my mouth as I waited for the class to start. Before I had a chance to taste the pill in my mouth I bit down and crushed it between my teeth. My mouth was flooded with the taste of salty cum. To make matters worse the crushed candy made my mouth immediately begin to water adding to the volume of the vile tasting substance in my mouth.

Like before the taste of cum made me gag at first and thus prevented me from swallowing. With my mouth watering the amount of cum in my mouth seemed to grow. When I did finally manage to swallow it felt as though my entire mouth had been filled with hot cum. One thing that quickly became apparent that I had not noticed back at the store was the after effect of the candy. No matter how much I swallowed I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth. In addition to still tasting the cum in my mouth I could now clearly smell it on my breath.

The candies worked just like a mint. The only difference was that a mint leaves your mouth tasting good and your breath smelling nice for long periods of time. The candy I chewed on left mouth tasting like and smelling like it had been used by an entire fraternity’s worth of guys. I considered trying to eat another mint to cover up the smell on my breath but knew there was a chance I might end up with another candy. I found myself mixed with an odd combination of embarrassment and excitement realizing that anyone sitting next to me was probably going to think I had just given a guy some serious head before class. Just like when I was a kid and when I was in the store, the thought of discovery which will mortify the average person seemed to fuel a burning desire deep within me. In my next class I continued to eat the pills in the mint tin till once again my mouth was filled with the taste of cum.

I never did pull the prank on any of my friends like I had planned. Instead of tricking one of my friends into eating the candies I was dreaming of new ways to force myself to eat one. Every time I bit into one of those candies and my mouth was filled with the after taste of a blow job I felt a rush of excitement. I decided to go back to the store tomorrow and buy the rest of the Cum Candies. I knew at the rate I was eating them I would soon be out.

The next day I woke up rather early. My dreams had been filled with the taste of cum and with me naked on campus and in cars. The exhibitionist desires that had been hidden away in the back of my mind were suddenly coming forward in full force. For my trip back to the store I decided to add an exciting twist. My plan was to go to the sex store dressed in my costume. I wanted to be seen in public going into a sex store dressed in my new sexy outfit. My roommates were already gone from the house so I didn’t have to worry about them finding out I was dressing up early. The costume party was tonight. At that point no one would think any differently at seeing me dressed in my revealing costume, but if anyone found out I wore the costume to go back to the store then questions would be asked.

I put on a black g-string and the pin striped skirt, shirt and hat. There was no need for a bra since the shirt squeezed my boobs in and showed off my cleavage on its own. I tucked the toy gun in the waist band of the skirt which wasn’t the easiest thing to do given how tightly it fit around my hips. But with a little work I did get the gun tucked under the waist band in the very front of my tummy. After digging through my closet I found a small black purse to go with the outfit along with a pair of black three inch heels. In my purse I only put my cash and of course my “mints”. The mints at this point were about a fifty-fifty mix of mints and candies.

The reason I felt safe going out into public dressed like this is because the section of town the novelty store was in had a reputation as the red light district. Although I’m sure I will get attention walking down the street dressed like this, I should still blend in with the rest of the girls walking around down there. While I didn’t think my outfit would cause any problems down there I did know I had to get this errand done early on today. The area was also known as being a high crime area which is the reason I only planned to keep cash in my purse. If I got mugged I didn’t want to have my drivers license and credit cards taken.

Just driving through town to get to the store was thrilling. Even though I was fully clothed I felt as if I was driving down the street completely naked and I loved it. When I stopped at red lights I would glance out the corner of my eye to see if anyone was staring at me. Several times during the drive I could be found with one hand reaching up under my skirt to play with my clit. I was also eating the pills in the mint tin as I drove. By the time I made it to the store my panties were soaked and my breath reeked of cum and mint. I was so excited I had to fight the urge to hike my skirt up, rip my g-string off and finger bang myself to an orgasm right here in my car.

Although I didn’t give in and masturbate in my car I did drive past the novelty shop and around to the other side of the block. I could have parked right in front of the store and made it in without anyone seeing me but I wanted to make myself walk through public. After parking on the absolute furthest possible corner I got out of my car. I made sure the car locked then hid the key deep in my shirt held deep between my breasts. If my purse got stolen I didn’t want to lose my car key.

I found the skirt tried to ride up as I walked down the street and had to constantly fight to keep it pulled down to a proper length. Other than that the walk was very pleasant. Even the weather was cooperating on my sexy stroll through town. Without a cloud in the sky I was able to stay warm with the sun shining down on the dark fabric of my costume. Without the sun this walk would have been quite chilly. I was half way down the first side of the block when I noticed the ally that ran between the buildings. If I went down the ally it would take me to the other side of the block right next to the store but going down an ally dressed like this just seemed like a completely idiotic idea. Besides, the whole point of parking on this side of the block was to force myself to walk around in public.

I made it around the block and to the store with out any major incidences. I did get a number of stares from passersby and a couple of cat calls but other than that nothing major. As luck would have it I entered the store to find the same sales lady who had helped me before working today. Her jaw about hit the counter when she saw me walk in wearing the same costume I had bought only days before. Enjoying the attention I was suddenly receiving I did a slow turn so that she could take in the full view.

Pleasantries were quickly exchanged before she inquired as to the outcome of the prank. I had to admit to her that I had never followed through with the prank but then went into detail about my experience. She grinned and wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of my breath. My cheeks turned red as I blushed from being discovered with cum on my breath but it also added fuel to the fire now burning fiercely between my legs. I explained to her how turned on this all made me. I also told her I desperately wanted to buy the rest of the Cum Candies from her before anyone else did.

Instead of sending me home with twenty small bottles of the candies we decided to pour all of the pills into a single Ziploc baggy that would fit into my purse. While we opened all the individual bottles and poured them into one baggy we took the time to chat. Mostly we talked about our previous sexual encounters and even some of our deepest fantasies. The whole experience I had gone through before coming into here had left me feeling very horny which in turn made me much freer to talk openly about my darkest desires.

Our conversation actually started out innocently enough. She had asked about why I had bought the costume and more importantly why I had worn it back to the store. I explained to her that there was a costume party tonight and that I wanted to wear something risky that would get me lots of attention. That led into me telling her about the time I went streaking buck ass naked down the middle of a road. From there we started talking about the thrill I got from being out in public wearing stuff that is provocative and sometimes even nothing at all. I was admitting to her as much as, for the first time, admitting to myself that I was an exhibitionist. Just talking about and admitting to being an exhibitionist was enough to make myself start buzzing.

“Go pick out a dildo,” the store clerk said rather abruptly after we finished pouring the last of the pills into the baggy.

I just looked at her with a quizzical look on my face not sure how to respond.

“As a bonus for buying all these Cum Candies I’m going to give you a free dildo but there is going to be one minor catch,” she said.

“What kind of catch?” I asked wondering what kind of ulterior motive she had for giving me a free toy.

“I’ll tell you once you’ve pick out a dildo. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure your going to enjoy this,” she said still smiling.

I went to the wall and found a dildo I liked. It was a medium sized pink dildo. Returning to the counter with the dildo in hand I presented my choice to her. She promptly began opening the plastic packaging it came in, pulling out the dildo along with the sample of lube that came with it.

“Now then, are you willing to accept my dare?” she asked holding the dildo up in front of me.

Whether it was the trust we had developed in each other or just the emotional high I was on the result was that I agreed to do what she dared. The store was empty and she was holding the dildo and lube in her hand. I had a strong feeling the dare would be for me to masturbate with the dildo right here in the store. A smile that couldn’t be suppressed grew across my lips as I pictured myself completely naked between the racks of toys as I pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy. The thought crossed my mind that she might actually dare me to do it not in the relative safety offered by the concealment between the racks but instead over in the display window in full view of anyone passing by. In the end both my ideas were wrong.

“Here is the dare slash the catch to getting a free dildo. You get the dildo free but under the stipulation that you must wear it out of the store,” she said raising her eye brows as she grinned.

After handing me the dildo and lube she ushered me into the back changing room. It wasn’t until I was in the changing room with the door shut behind me that I realized I had just been dared to not just shove a dildo into my pussy in the changing room of a store but to keep it in. I had to walk out of the safety of the store with a dildo in my sex, walk around down town with a dildo in me and even drive home with it in. I was going to have to go out in public dressed in my costume while I had a sex toy buried in my pussy.

At first I was completely against doing this as the fear of exposure welled up inside me. When my mind was just fantasizing about doing stuff like this it all seemed fun. But the realization washing over me that I would move from fantasy to reality was completely overwhelming. Slowly the fear died down and I found myself more aroused by the proposal. It didn’t take long at all before I started to get turned on at the idea of going outside with a toy in my sex. I hadn’t even made up my mind yet but my skirt was hiked up and my thong was pulled the side. The logical side of my brain was telling me this was a crazy idea but my emotions were over riding my senses.

I was still pondering whether or not to give in to the dare as I slid the dildo into my sex. I went slow and gradually worked the toy in as it stretched me out. My mind screamed at me that this was an incredibly bad idea as the end of the dildo pushed inside of me. It was as if my mind was split in two. Standing in front of the mirror I fixed my thong and rolled my skirt back down while part of my mind yelled for me to stop. But the fear that gripped my brain only fueled the fire between my legs which was now blazing hot from the dildo crammed inside of me. Taking a deep breath I silenced my mind and left the security of the changing room.

Walking out of the changing room was an experience all of its own. The thrill of walking around in a public place with a dildo that moved with every step was nearly enough to send me over the edge and into an orgasm. I had to take deep breaths to keep my emotions in check. My sales lady friend was waiting for me at the counter with the biggest grin. As I walked up to her she picked up four candies from the table and handed them to me.

“Consider this a small addendum to the previous stipulations. Make sure you chew them completely,” she said as the candies were dropped into my hand.

Given how much she was grinning I couldn’t tell exactly what part of this was making her so excited. Just knowing she was helping someone go out and do something completely risky seemed to make her happy or I should say was making her horny. Like I got excited just thinking about doing these things she seemed to get excited just knowing someone else was doing them. I had to wonder what her motives were for making me eat four of the Cum Candies. Either she just thought it would be fun to see my face when I got a major taste of cum or she was purposefully trying to raise the risk level of my little adventure. I knew that eating four of those candies would make my breath so strong that there was no way I could pass someone on the street without them catching wind of it. I felt a little pang in my stomach as I thought about everyone I passed seeing me dressed in my costume and smelling cum on my breath.

While I was putting the candies into my mouth she was putting the baggy of candies along with a slip of paper with her phone number into my purse. My mouth exploded with the taste of salty cum. This was far worse than any blow job I have ever given, this was concentrated sperm. It was so strong that my nose burned from the smell of cum emanating from my mouth. If I had given head to every guy I passed on the street on the way here I could not have made my breath smell this strongly of sex. Given the taste and smell it was as though a thousand dicks had recently used my mouth.

“My number is on the piece of paper I put in your purse. I want you to call me tonight and tell me all about how the rest of your day goes,” she said.

I was still trying to deal with the cum mouth I now had when she handed me my purse along with the empty dildo packaging. By empty I mean there was no longer a dildo in the packaging. The advertising was still on it and in big letters was printed “THE PINK PUSSY PLEASER by Doc Johnson”. There is only one reason someone would walk around with an empty dildo package. If I am to go outside carrying the empty package then I may as well carry a billboard stating that I had a dildo in my pussy.

“Can’t you throw this away for me?” I asked.

“I could but since you’re the exhibitionist I figured it would be more suiting if you were to carry it out of here and threw it away yourself,” she answered knowing the type of reaction it would cause if anyone saw it.

“You want me to walk with this all the way back to my car so that I can throw it away at home. I can’t do that. Do you know how many people I’m going to pass just on my way to my car?” I said. As frightened as I am about having to do what she wanted, deep down a part of me wanted her to force me to do it.

“Where the heck did you park?” she inquired knowing that I could have easily parked right in front of the store. In truth I think she knew that even if my car was parked right out front I wouldn’t want to carry the packaging out and drive home with it.

“I’m on the complete opposite side of the block,” I answered. She looked me up and down real quick then nodded her head understanding why I had parked so far away.

“Well luckily for you there is a dumpster in the alley over there,” she said pointing her thumb to the side of the store. “You’ll be fine,” she added, “now get going. Don’t forget to give me a call later tonight.”

I turned and faced the door. After taking another deep breath to calm my nerves I was able to walk to the door. In my rush to open the door and race to a dumpster I nearly ran someone over. The man was just passing the door of the store when I quickly exited. Bumping into him made me drop the package. I froze at first, my face bright red from embarrassment. I finally recovered my wits when I saw him look at the empty package then back at me with a puzzled expression on his face. Reacting quicker then I could he bent down and picked up the package shaking it to make sure it really was empty. He read the label as he handed it back to me then grinned as he stared down at my crotch.

My head hung low, the emotions running through my body are far to mixed up to even begin to describe. I grabbed the empty packaging that he held in his out stretched hand then slowly began to walk past him. I had just gotten pasted him when I froze in mid stride. My entire left butt cheek was being squeezed by his hand. When he finally let go I continued to walk away. All I could do was thank god that he let me go and didn’t try to tempt his luck.

Turning into the ally it came as an enormous relief to see the brown dirty dumpster. Without a moments hesitation I walked up to it and tossed the empty dildo packaging into the trash. Leaving the ally led me to encounter two more men. These two were not businessmen dressed in suits but a pair of uniformed cops. When I first saw them something in my brain told me to run. I don’t know why I had the urge to flee but the urge was there and the officers noticed it.

I was questioned for all of two seconds before my arms were being forced behind my back and handcuffs placed on my wrists. Leaving an ally with breath that reeked of sex and dressed as I was made the cops think I was a prostitute who had just gotten some work. Being arrested petrified me; I couldn’t even speak to plead my case. While one officer walked me to their patrol car his partner went into the ally to search of my assumed customer.

Humiliation ran through me as I walked down the street dressed in my revealing costume and with my hands cuffed behind my back. Everyone on the street stopped to stare at me as the officer ushered me to his patrol car. The sheer immensity of humiliation managed to bring down the level of the emotional high I had been on but couldn’t completely snuff out the fire burning between my legs. With every step I felt the dildo twist and move within my sex continually adding to my level of arousal. As I took in all the things now happening to me I slowly began to calm down, the fear seemed to morph into an emotion close to excitement. I began to realize that I was living out some deep dark perverse fantasy that had always been hidden in the back of my mind.

When we reached the patrol car I was essentially shoved into the back seat. Landing hard on the seat of the patrol car forced the dildo even deeper inside of me. I gasped as the dildo was thrust into entirely new depths of my vagina. The thrust of the dildo served as a reminder of the true depth of trouble I had gotten myself into. Eventually I was going to have to talk about what was really happening and explain everything, the thought of which was enough to make my heart start beating faster.

Looking through the front of the car I saw the arresting officer’s partner return empty handed. With no evidence of any laws being broken I knew they would have to release me. With no proof that I had been paid for sex they would be forced to drop the charges for prostitution. I was just starting to feel relaxed when the officers searched my purse. Holding it upside down one of the officers poured the contents of the purse out onto the hood of the patrol car. What they found was cash, a phone number and a big bag of pills. Both officers returned to the car. They only spoke to me to inform me of my right to remain silent and that I was being charged with possession of a controlled substance, and intent to sell a controlled substance. The officers just assumed they were drugs in the baggy and didn’t even ask me about them. I guess with the type of people they arrest every day on these streets there is no need to question any person found like I am.

The ride to the station seemed to last for an eternity. I felt like I was being paraded through town as the officers seemed to turn down every street. Worse then being driven through town was the fact that we hit nearly every red light in town. Stuck in the back seat I was completely exposed to the eyes of the drivers stopped next to us. They all seemed to look over to stare at the whore who was locked in the back of a patrol car. The road trip finally ended when we arrived at the jail where I was quickly processed. Since I didn’t have any ID on me the first thing the officers did was print me and photograph me. Using my picture and prints they searched their database to identify me as well as look to see if any out standing warrants were issued in my name.

After being booked I was ushered into a nearly empty room. The room was small, occupied only by a metal desk and a uniformed female officer. As soon as the door was closed behind me the female officer ordered me to remove all my cloths, I was being strip searched. She made me remove all my cloths and toss them on the table to be searched for any concealed items. First I removed my hat then my shoes. Modesty set in and I found it hard to remove my top. The stern look in the officer’s eye showed me that she had no sympathy for me.

As I removed my top the car key I had tucked between my breasts fell out. The key along with the top were laid on the table. My skirt was slowly removed until I was standing before the officer in only my g-string. I prayed that she would at least allow me to keep that one little article of clothing. I knew that if my underwear were removed the secret trapped inside of me would soon become very public knowledge. But no matter how much I pleaded with my eyes the guard did not give in.

Closing my eyes to try and hide my embarrassment I began to remove my soaking wet underwear. As I bent down to my knees to remover the underwear the end of the dildo began to poke out of my pussy. It was just too long for my muscles to hold the entire thing buried in my sex. The long dildo had begun to slide out of my slick pussy but did not fall all the way out. The only thing worse than having just had my secret reviled was when I then had to pull out the dildo that was covered in my juices and lay it on the table with the rest of my clothing. On the clip board that the officer had with her she cataloged all of the items I laid on the table. She seemed to make an extra large note as to where the dildo had originated from.

The officer left me in the room alone and naked for a minute before she returned with a box for my clothing, a prison issued orange jump suit and a set of rubber gloves. She donned the gloves before she picked up my cloths and set them into the box. The last three items to be placed into the box in order were my skirt then underwear followed by the dildo still glistening with my juices. Either by convenient neglect or as a result of cost cutting, the officer did not have a lid for the box. When the officer led me out of the room she carried the box with my wet panties and dildo available for any one to see.

In the entire time I have been placed under arrest I have not said a word. The sheer immensity of the embarrassment of being caught in this manner and the humiliation of actually explaining it was keeping my lips sealed shut. The female officer walking me over to a desk labeled evidence collection. Once there I had to sign an itemized list that had all my belongings on it and acknowledge that they were being held in the county’s custody. Once that was done I was escorted into my private jail cell.

Two hours went by before two officers arrived at my cell holding a set of shackles. The shackles were locked around my ankles and wrists. There was a short chain running between the ankle cuffs and an even shorter chain connecting my wrists. My wrists were at waist height held there by the attached chain that was locked around my waist. There was another chain that ran from the short hobble chain between my ankles and up to the waist chain. No slack was left in the chain when it was locked to the waist chain. The chain running between my ankles and waist was too short for me to stand straight up with. I was forced to keep my knees bent when I stood.

The guards then escorted me from my cell and into an interrogation room. It was a slow walk to get there. Having to keep my knees bent while I walked and walking with my ankles hobbled together limited my stride to baby steps. When we reached the interrogation room I was seated in a cold metal chair and my ankles were locked to a ring in the floor. Shortly after my escorts left my interrogator arrived. Somehow the fact that the interrogator was the same person who arrested me calmed me down a bit. I guess it was the fact that I had already been through everything with him and wasn’t going to have to start fresh with someone else; there was no need to repeat the embarrassing facts that were already spoken.

The officer explained to me that the pills found in my purse had been tested for drugs but had come up clean. The reason I was here was to explain what they were and why I had so many. Even if the pills themselves weren’t illicit drugs the fact I had so many showed I had the intent to sell them as a controlled substance. Swallowing hard I explained the deal with the candies. I told him what they were and that they were meant as a prank against some of my friends. I told him about the girl at the store who had sold them to me and that her number was on a piece of paper in my purse. I told him all he had to do was call that number and she would verify everything.

Not too surprisingly the officer didn’t quite buy that short story. He made me explain in detail everything that had happened. First he asked why I had eaten the candies if they were really meant as a prank against other people. He also wanted to know why I was dressed in my outfit with a dildo in my vagina if I was only buying candies to be used as a prank. I was forced to explain literally everything to him. He questioned me for over three hours making me explain everything forwards and backwards. No matter how many times I admitted to using the dildo in the store and my fetish of exhibitionism it never got easier. Each time I told the truth about why I was really buying the candies my face would turn the deepest shade of red.

After threes hours of explaining my story I was taken back to my cell. I sat on my bunk curled in a ball feeling completely humiliated. I had not only been caught by the police with a dildo in my pussy but I was also forced to explain all my perverted fetishes. Making everything even worse was the fact that I couldn’t help but notice I was getting more aroused after every time I was forced to admit to something embarrassing. It took about an hour before my arresting officer who was also my interrogating officer stopped by my cell. To my complete and utter relief he informed me that he had spoken with the sales clerk and that all charges were being dropped. After apologizing for the mix up he told me that as soon as he finished with the paper work he would be dropping me off at the location I was arrested.

It was getting pretty late by the time I was finally taken out of my cell. This time I was escorted out of the cell with no shackles. The officer led me into the same room where I was strip searched. I found that on the desk was the box that contained all of my belongings. Before closing the door behind me the officer told me that I was to change back into my street cloths.

On the top of the pile of cloths was the dildo that had become the topic of so many conversations. I looked for a trash can to throw it away in but there were none in the room. At this point I was ready to be rid of the dildo completely. The dildo was far too large to hide in my small purse which meant there was no way to take it out of here in concealment. I considered just walking out with the dildo but that would mean actually carrying around a bright pink dildo when the police dropped me off. It was bad enough having been caught today by the police with the dildo in my pussy but walking down the street carrying it seemed unbearable. Something like a pink dildo wasn’t going to be something I could just walk out of this room with then toss in a corner when no one was looking.

The police where now well aware of the fact I was using sex toy when I was arrested, I realized it wouldn’t be any worse if they knew the dildo was in my pussy when I left. I decided it would be less embarrassing to stuff the dildo back in my sex here at the station where everyone already knew the toy had been in my pussy then to carry it out for all the police to gawk at as well as anyone I passed on the street. After spitting on the dildo to get the dried on juices wet I parted my lips and reinserted the dildo. It was only after the dildo was stuffed up my love canal that I thought about the fact that most police rooms are monitored and recorded by camera. Swallowing what little pride I had left I finished dressing and left the room.

The officer who had arrested me and interrogated me was waiting just outside the door for me. In his hands was a set of shackles. When I asked what the shackles were for since I was being released he simple shrugged at me and told me that it was the policy. While in custody all prisoners are to be shackled while being transported. Because of the waist chain I was forced to relocate my toy gun and tuck it in between my boobs. I made sure that my car key did not fall out as I placed the gun in its new home.

The officer was at least nice enough to wait until we reached the patrol car before he shackled me. The officer sat me in the back of the car and used the open door to shield me from view. First a set of cuffs connected by a short one foot chain were locked around my ankles. Next he wrapped a cold chain around my bare mid drift locking it in the front with a heavy padlock. The chain around my waist had cuffs on each side which were soon locked around my wrists. Instead of having my hands in front of me my hands were now held at my sides. Next the officer used a long length of chain that he padlocked it to the hobble chain between my ankle cuffs then ran it up under the front of the waist chain. The top of the chain he looped behind my neck before locking it under my chin it with another padlock. The chain loop around my neck made a perfect collar that was then connected to my feet.

We pulled out of the parking lot and headed into town. As if it wasn’t bad enough the first time being in the back of a patrol car dressed as I was, I was now shackled from head to toe. Our trip back to the place I was arrested at took far less time then our trip to the station. When we arrived the officer parked in the same spot as the patrol car had originally been when I was first arrested. When he opened the door to let me out I assumed he would unlock me and let me go. Instead he helped me out of the car and let me stand. I immediately discovered the chain connecting my neck to my ankles was far too short for me to stand straight up with. I was forced to either keep my knees bent as I stood to get enough slack to keep my back straight or I had to bend over to get enough slack to straighten my legs.

Before I could ask for the officer to loosen up the chains I was pushed forward and marched down the sidewalk towards the ally. With high heels on and hobbled ankles walking was a very difficult task. The only way to keep up with the officers pace was with my legs straight. I was marched down the side walk completely bent over which caused my skirt to begin to ride up. It wasn’t long before the skirt was high enough to show anyone behind me most of my lower ass. With my hands locked at my sides I had no way to pull the skirt back down.

To make matters worse walking in heels with hobbled feet while bent over only made the movement of the dildo inside of me more predominant. Just the dildo sliding around inside of me was enough to make me horny. The fact that I was chained up, marching down a sidewalk, bent over with my skirt riding up showing off my ass, only added to the perverted sense of arousal I was feeling. It was late now and the relatively empty sidewalks I had walked on this morning, coming to the store, with only a few businessmen on them were no more. The sidewalks were now populated with low lives and hookers looking to pick up their next client. I was suddenly glad that I had come to this side of town where everyone was a stranger and well away from campus where people might know me, yet some how I felt a little disappoint at the same time.

As the ally drew near so did my freedom. With my freedom a matter of feet away I began to focus my attention to the emotions I was going through. Being paraded down the sidewalk with the safety of an officer right here was actually exciting. I was completely exposed but still safe. The dildo wiggling around inside of me continued to add to my arousal. My stomach was beginning to fill with excitement at the thought of finishing my walk to my car with the dildo doing its magic on my sex while everyone around me watched none the wiser. I suddenly grew alarmed when the police officer marched me past the ally and further down the street. The ally was where I was arrested but it was not were he was taking me. Finally I asked where we were headed.

“I’m taking you to that store,” he answered pointing at the entrance to the sex store.

“Why the store, you arrested me in the alley back there?” I asked turning my head as best I could towards the ally.

“You are being released into the custody of Ms. Anderson. When we talked to Ms. Anderson on the phone concerning your case she was willing to vouch for you. Since she vouched for you we are turning you over to her custody,” he said in a stern voice.

“Why am I being put into someone’s custody if I haven’t been convicted of anything?” I asked, confused as so why I wasn’t be released outright.

“Although we haven’t officially charge you with anything yet due to a current lack of evidence, you are still suspected of prostitution and intent to sell illicit drugs. In a case like yours it is typical that we would keep you off the streets and in a cell for the two days we are allowed to hold someone with out pressing charges. Although you are not being formally charged with anything you are on probation,” he replied.

“How can I be on probation if no charges have been filed?” I asked completely baffled.

“Instead of waiting in a jail cell until we had to release you, we are releasing you to the care of someone else. Essentially you are out on bail while the case is further investigated. Since the two day limit for holding someone with out pressing charges has never been exceeded in your case we are allowed to keep you on probation out of jail and under some one else’s custody for up to a week,” he said.

I was worried about what he meant by probation but assumed he just meant I needed to stay out of trouble. When we reached the entrance to the store he held open the door and walked me in. The store clerk, Helen Anderson, was there to greet us and for the first time I began to feel relief. She walked up to us but instead of greeting me she talked directly to the officer. My jaw dropped when first she hugged him. When they were done hugging he pulled the keys to my locks out of his pocket. Instead of releasing me he handed Helen the keys.

“Thank you so much for doing all this for me. I owe you big Jake,” she said to him.

“No problem Helen,” the officer replied. “Truth be told I think I enjoyed this as much as any of you did.”

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it,” she said to him.

“Give me a call later,” the officer said as he started to walk out. “Good night ladies.”

Finally Helen turned to me. She dropped the keys into her pocket then grabbed the front of the chain around my neck and led me towards the counter. Once she had led me to the counter she turned her attention to my skirt.

“Boy do you ever have a cute ass,” she remarked as she pulled the skirt the rest of the way up.

As she walked around me she gave my ass a light slap. I eyes bulged a little as I realized I was being spanked in a store. With my hands locked at my sides there was no way for me to pull the skirt back down. She had positioned me so that I was bent most of the way over in front of the counter. My exposed ass was facing towards the door. When she made it around the counter she stood before me with her elbows resting on the counter and her face inches away from mine. She had a smile that stretched from ear to ear and was giddy with excitement.

“So, what did you think? Did you have fun?” she finally asked me, her smile even bigger than before.