The night escalates.
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I slid into his passenger seat. I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew enough to know this one was expensive; everything was black and sleek, the soft leather barely warm against my skin.
He got in and started up the engine, and I tried to control my breathing. I could see the edges of my dress spilling out from his front pocket. The first few minutes of the drive covered the interior of the car with an awkward silence.
Finally, he spoke. “Are you always this self-destructive?“
It was hard to be indignant sitting on a stranger’s cushy leather interior, with his cum cooling on my face. But I did my best. “I’m not self-destructive.“
He looked at me without turning his head. “Oh, really. Some might call sitting alone in a parking garage waiting for strangers to cum on my face to be fairly self-destructive.“
I blushed, I couldn’t help it. “I… don’t usually do this.“
“Then why today?“
I thought about that. It was a fair question.
I took a deep breath and decided on a bit of the truth. “Just.. you know, got tired of waiting for someone to humiliate me… like I want.“ I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding. “I just want to be used like a cum slut. A filthy cum rag.“
“Hmm,” he said, like he wasn’t sure that he believed me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being interrogated like this, especially after he had just jerked himself in a parking garage all over a girl he didn’t know. “Do you care?“
“It was a stupid thing to do,“ he said.
I couldn’t even argue.
So I settled back in the seat, trying to enjoy it the feeling of the cum drying on my cheeks, crusting over my eyebrows and along my jaw.
“Spread your legs for me.“
I looked at him. “No.“
His skin reflected a bit of the red and green light from outside the car. And I thought I caught just a hint of a smile crawl up his cheek. “No?“
“No. “
His smile broadened by degrees. “Are you sure? Are you sure the girl who craves humiliation, craves to be used like a cum slut — enough to put her self in danger to do it — are you sure that you don’t want to spread your legs for me?“
His words were sharp, prickly and needling. Heat rose up my chest, and I could feel the blush work its way back over my skin. Was he right? My breath shook as my mind warred.
He was right. I did want it.
But this was not how tonight was supposed to go.
“Come on now come doll. I know you want to.”
A tiny mewl escaped my lips as my cheeks burned, but I spread my legs.
“There you go, I knew you wanted it.” He maneuvered his way in and out of traffic, and even with the safety of darkness I felt too exposed.
If I were honest with myself, it made me wet.
No, not just wet. Slick and needy.
“Now play with a pretty pussy for me,” he said “I want to hear how eager you are.“
I moaned softly, as I thought about touching myself for this man, this stranger, in his car.
But, as if of their own accord, my fingers slowly worked themselves in between the slick folds of my cunt.
“Good girl,“ he said, his voice low. “Tell me what a needy little humiliation you are.“
“Please no,“ I begged. “Please, I can’t.“ My fingers worked themselves deeper into the swollen wet skin between my legs, and I can hear them slap against the wetness that was there.
“Do it. Don’t make me repeat myself.“
My little moans turned into needy sighs. “I want to be a cum slut. A dirty little thing covered in men’s spunk. I do crave it. I want it. Want to be covered in slime.“
“I see,“ he mused, his tone patronizing. “I can hear how wet your pussy is. You really do need it bad don’t you?“
I was so close. Fuck, yes, I needed it. This was exactly what I needed.
“Yes… Yes please.”
My chest burned as I said the things out loud to this stranger. Every word that pilled for my lips made the burn hotter.
Maybe I was self-destructive. What kind of women would want this?
He stopped at a stop light. Turning to me, he said, “Beg me to throw your dress out the window.“
His eyes pinned me, dark and intense. The thought of losing my dress completely, permanently, made my breath hitch. I had to take my fingers out of my pussy so I wouldn’t cum.
When I answered him, finally, my voice was soft and weak. “No, please.“
“Your pussy says otherwise,“ he said. “If you started this little adventure tonight by listening to the dripping pussy, why don’t you continue?“
The thought of losing my dress… made my joints ache.
I could barely breathe, imagining the delicious feeling of helplessness. I wanted it. My fingers picked up their pace again. “Please, I begged softly.
He let the moment hang, inside the car. “Please what?“
I shivered, so close to my own orgasm. But I knew I didn’t have nearly enough cum on me before I would be allowed to push myself over that edge. Sick, hot need prickled on the inside of my veins. “Please… Throw my dress out the window, please.“
What was wrong with me?
“I’m not sure,“ he said, again like he didn’t believe me. “Convinced me.“
Convince him? How much convincing that this man need?
I thought about what I could say, but it was like my brain was as much of a puddle as my pussy, a swirling vortex of nothing but depraved need. Words flitted in and out of my consciousness as I push myself closer and closer to the edge, again. “Please, I’m begging you. Let me be the naked needy cum slut I was meant to be.“ I tried to catch my breath, but it was like my lungs refused to inflate. “Please, I want it. I want cum to cover every inch of my skin.“
“Better. Keep going.“
I wanted to cry. This was such a mindfuck.
“Please, “ I whispered, my voice shaky. “Please. If you’re not going to do it, I’ll do my goddamn self.“
Now that got his attention. “You’ll throw your own dress out the window?“
“Yes! Give it to me.“
He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You were doing so well, doll. Is that how needy little cum sluts ask for things?“
I didn’t know that my blush could burn hotter, but I was wrong.
There was something about being chastised by this man that liquefied the insides of my torso. My fingers worked faster and faster, I was so close. So fucking close.
I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I knew I was making another stupid decision. But I didn’t care. I was so far gone already, lost in the haze of need and desire. “Please,“ I asked, in my sweetest voice. “Please let me have my dress, so I can make sure that I never have it again. “
He shrugged his shoulders, but the smile on his face was unmistakable. “As you wish,“ he said.
The dress ended up in my lap.
Did I really want to do this?
An agonizing ache wound its way through my body. A stranger’s cum was drying on my skin, and I was naked already.
I thought about what I might need to do to get myself home, and with that dangerous thought, my orgasm nearly overtook me. I forced myself to still my fingers and calm my breath.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I found the button for the window and shoved the bundle of blue fabric outside.
His growl was barely audible, but it reverberated through my bones.
“Crawl over here and blow me.”
My head snapped to look at him. “I said no blow jobs.”
“I remember what you said.” The street lights reflected off his grin, reminding me of the last thing a mouse would see, before the big cat pounced. “You can suck me, or you can get the fuck out.”
I could swear that I felt my chest cave in. This was stupid. This was so stupid.
“Come on, doll. Show me what a whore you are.”
Stop lights whizzed by; I was so distracted, I hadn’t even paid attention to where we were going.
Was I always this self destructive? Now, the question plagued me, a repeating rhythm in my mind.
“I thought you said we were going to a party.” The sound of my voice was iced with fear.
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
The icicles solidified in my body, as the cars air conditioning blew over me. I felt my molars grind against each other, as the seconds of silence dilated between us. “Please… don’t hurt me.”
His laughter filled the interior of the care, the sound of it like fingernails on my skin. “Now that’s different from what I was hearing a minute ago. It’s like you just realized how fucked you are.” He reached over and ran his fingers over my thigh. “Such an obedient girl. Other women would have closed their legs by now.”
A new wave of humiliation splashed through my body, and I clamped my legs shut, scooting myself as far away from him as I could get.
“Oh, no. No, whore.” His fingers dug painfully into my leg as he dragged me back toward him. “You keep those open. I already know you’re a needy slut. No use denying it now.”
My pussy clenched and I felt a trickle of moisture drip down my thigh. No matter the red flags my mind was throwing, my pussy had its own ideas.
I relaxed and opened my legs again.
“Good girl,” He said. “Let’s turn you into that nasty fuck slut that you were meant to be.”
Is that what I had said?
Still, his words rang in my ears. He wasn’t wrong.
“Now, get over here and blow me. And I might consider taking you to the party, and not immediately back to my place.”
What could I do? What choice did I have, now?
I weighed my options against the aching need pulsing in my cunt.
After what felt like an eternity, I leaned over and reached for his belt buckle.
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