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Collected by Djian
West Village Slut
by anonym
I run into Ray in the West Village. I just finish visiting an art
gallery to talk to them about part-time work. As I leave Ray is
walking by. I almost missed him but he grabs me, says hello and
kisses me on the mouth. He more orders than invites me for a drink.
We walk west about three blocks to a leather bar over by the river.
Ray pushes in between two groups of bikers and orders two bottles of
beer.
I feel out of place standing there in a doe colored top and flowery
skirt and heels. Everyone else is dressed like a biker. I draw some
looks but my slender body doesn't seem to invoke much interest.
Knowing that I won't drink the beer, Ray doesn't even bother to hand
it to me.
I know Ray from when I lived with Jake and the two girls for all
those years. Ray was a fixture at Jake's studio. He is the one that
first introduced Jake to S&M and was his mentor about domination.
Most of what I know about being submissive was handed down by him and
taught to me by Jake. Ray is almost ten years older then Jake. He
has a gaunt, pockmarked face with a weird long Fu Manchu mustache and
stringy chin beard. I've always found him overpowering with his
crude, intimidating manner. I stand nervously intimated by him once
again.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I blink because what happened and
that I have only moved four or five blocks away from Jake's place. I
take him to mean what have I been doing so I give him a minute or two
on the last year since Jake dumped me.
"Well fuck you bitch, why didn't you call me?" I honestly couldn't
think of anything polite to say and stammered out that I was busy or
something inane like that.
He laughs and lightens things up by saying that he has missed seeing
me. I smile and start to relax. Ray does that to people and
especially to me. He disarms them and then draws them closer. I had
been living in a polyamory group where the three girls shared Jake.
Ray was often part of our sexual activities although Ray usually was
more interested in Janice than me.
"Who's doing you" leads to my telling him the details of my social
life. He finishes both beers and orders two more. The bar gets more
crowded and a couple of guys rub my ass but nothing serious. One guy
caresses my bottom and I move closer to Ray. Without saying
anything, Ray reaches out and takes my nipple through my top and
pulls and it. I am bra-less and now both nipples spike out. He
laughs. He is intimidating me. Exciting me. I hate what he is
doing but find it arousing.
"When I take it out, you'll suck it won't you?" He lifts his mid-
section towards me. He speaks low and almost threatening but very
sure. Like a statement of fact, not really a question. I nod
feeling a rush somewhere between fright and flight.
The guys on one side are listening. I know it and Ray knows it.
Ray, the great humiliator, smiled placidly. For a minute almost I
expect him to unzip.
"You'd rather take it up the ass though" he says it a little
louder. "Fucking your ass is okay with me" still louder. The groups
on both sides are both listening now. Domination and submission are
well know in this neighborhood, so they understand what is happening.
Ray finishes his third beer and starts on the fourth. He has always
been big on anal and probably I have probably done it more with him
than Jake.
`Take your panties off now." I tense. He taught this control trick
to Jake. Dozens of times in public and semi-public places I've
removed my underwear when Jake told me to. Now I tremble and hike up
my short skirt on each side to pull my thong down to mid-thigh. Then
I steady myself on Rays arm while I lift each leg to remove them. No
one makes a comment but everyone nearby sees me do it.
"Not here" I begged quietly.
"C'mon I gotta take a piss." He takes my hand that is still holding
my thong and leads me back toward the men's room. He opens the door
and looks in. No one is inside, so he pushes me in front of him.
The room has two urinals opposite the entrance and a cubicle. The
front wall has a sink, towel dispenser and a couple of condom vending
machines. I am crowded into the cubicle with a toilet bowl.
Ray takes out his cock. He takes my hand and indicates that I should
hold it while he goes. I aim it into the bowl. He pisses for a long
time. It is almost colorless. As it splashes into the murky bowl
some squirts wider and dampens my legs from the knees down.
I shake his cock when he is done and it begins to erect in my hand.
Ray takes it and masturbates himself until his cock is fully hard.
He steps back against the stall door. I move in front of him and
lean forward so that my elbows are on the tank top. He lifts my
skirt and holds his cock against my anus.
"Push your fuck hole back on it, slut." The final humiliation is for
me to impale myself on his cock. I lean back and it slips in slowly
into my rectum. The head of Ray's cock is bigger than the shaft.
Once I get the head in pass my anus, I can easily press back and take
it all the way up me. I bend even lower, leaning my face on the cool
porcelain top of the flush tank.
Once he starts fucking it only takes two or three minutes for him to
be ready to cum. He pulls his cock out and lets his cum shoot all
over the back of my skirt. He wipes his cock with my thong and
comments on the mess. Then he discards my panty on the floor. I
take some toilet paper and try to wipe myself off. He doesn't wait.
He opens the stall door and leaves. I clean up quickly. Two guys
are pissing in the urinals by time I wipe my behind and do the best I
can with my skirt.
He's gone when I get out of the bathroom. I just head out the door
as fast as I can. As I pass through the crowd of men at the bar,
hands reach out and fondle me as I pass.
Love,
Lynn