(All characters are aged 21 or older. This portrays a personal fantasy of mine using various degres of some of my favorite kinks - public, strangers, fsub/mdom, CMNF, fingering, free use, forced exposure, forced orgasm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size, cnc, age. If you're not into those kinks, this fiction probably isn't to your tastes. Otherwise, enjoy!)
It's Friday. My boyfriend has chosen a new restaurant for us to try - a small place that I've never heard of all the way on the other side of the city. I'm unimpressed when we enter. There are few people inside and it looks like some areas are still being set up.
We've just ordered drinks when he grasps my hand and whispers, "C'mon. I want to show you something." He guides me to the men's bathroom at back of the place.
He tries to pull me inside, but I hesitate and give him a skeptical look.
"What are you doing?" I ask. "That's the men's room. I'll use the lady's." I start to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my hand.
"Shh, kitten," he replies, calling me one of the names he uses when we're role-playing.
We've known each other for about a year. It took a while to develop trust, but once I did, I shared some of my submissive fantasies with him. I told him the idea of men exposing and playing with me excites me. Especially if those men are strangers, I'm being dominated, and my pussy is treated like an object for their use. Just talking about it made him hard.
"Be a good girl," he said, smiling.
He knows calling me a 'good girl' makes me wet.
I relent and follow him into the bathroom. It's a larger bathroom with several stalls and a long counter with two sinks, but it's empty. He stands me along the wall near the paper towel dispenser.
"Take your skirt off," he tells me.
I'm confused. "Baby, this is a men's bathroom," I reiterate like he's somehow forgotten.
"You will address me as 'Sir,' and I'm not asking, kitten. Do you want to be punished?" His gaze is loving, but stern, like a daddy's.
I'm shocked. I know he's serious. I also know he's twice my size and strong enough to spank me right here, if he wanted to. My heart beats faster.
"Now, kitten," he commands.
I'm breathing harder. I'm nervous and my fingers fumble as I unbutton and then unzip my skirt, but I feel my pussy tingle. Obediently, I slip off my skirt, fold it, and set it on the counter. I'm standing before him in my shirt, panties, and mary jane shoes.
"Good girl," he praises in a low voice that warms my pussy. His gaze moves over my body. "It's time for a pussy inspection."
He chuckles at the look of surprise on my face.
"Now now, don't act surprised. You know Daddy has the right to inspect your pussy whenever he wants. I need to see if your pussy is smooth and wet."
He steps closer and presses his body against my side.
I look up at him nervously. I can't believe he means to touch my pussy here, in such a public place.
He holds my gaze as he slides his palm down my belly, under the waistband of my panties, and cups my smooth little pussy in his bare hand.
My lips part. I wrap my fingers around his arm to steady myself.
"Spread your feet, baby girl. I'm going to rub your pussy."
I obey. I move my feet apart a few inches and his fingers slide between my soft pussy lips. "Oh," I whisper.
"You're wet already," he says. He leans closer and whispers in my ear, "Good girl. Move your hips. Rub your needy pussy on my hand."
"Yes, Sir." Slowly, I roll my hips and rub my pussy on his hand. I feel myself grow wetter, more sensitive, needy. I bite my lip.
The door flies open an an older man walks in. He must be in his 50s.
I try to hide behind my boyfriend, but his free arm wraps around me to hold me in place. I look up at him in shock, but he's smiling at the stranger.
"Hey, man, want to feel her pussy? She gets off on other men touching her pussy," he says nonchalantly.
I gasp as my boyfriend casually divulges my fantasy to a complete stranger in a public bathroom. I'm shocked and embarrassed. Heat rises in my cheeks and I know I'm blushing hard.
The stranger seems unsure. His expression is quizzical, like he's tempted, but doubtful such an easy opportunity has presented itself. But his eyes trail down my body, lingering on my breasts before staring, hungrily, as my boyfriend pushes down my panties to reveal my smooth pussy.
"Spread your legs," my boyfriend orders me.
I'm so nervous I'm quivering, but I obey, scooting my feet apart a few inches.
My boyfriend's fingers are cool on my hot pussy lips. He spreads them open, and the air tickles my clit.
I gasp again. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but I don't dare try to close my legs. It's not my place to hide my pussy if my boyfriend wants other men to see it.
The stranger stares at my pussy. His eyes darken. "How much?"
"Free, of course. Her use is entirely up to my discretion," my boyfriend replies.
The stranger grins. "Let's see how wet that pussy is," he says. He walks over and stands at my side.
My boyfriend is 5'9" and this tall stranger must be over 6'. I'm 5'3" and petite. I feel small and weak sandwiched between these two men.
The stranger glances at my boyfriend. Then he casually reaches between my legs.
My mouth opens as he slides two thick, warm fingers between my slick folds. His presence is unfamiliar. He smells of musky cologne and his touch is more inquisitive than romantic, as if I'm cattle that he's inspecting.
He leans in and sniffs my hair as he rubs my pussy.
I tremble as his fingers graze my clit and slide between my pussy lips. I can tell I'm soaked. This is humiliating, but part of me wishes he'd push a finger inside my entrance.
"She's soaked," the stranger tells my boyfriend. Then the stranger looks down at me. "Good girl, getting off on strange men playing with your little pussy. You know your place."
Without warning, the stranger pushes a thick finger into my entrance and penetrates me until his palm cups my pussy.
"Oh!" I whimper, my eyes widening. My thighs tremble as a rush of pleasure overtakes me. My knees feel weak and my hips jerk forward, pushing the man's finger deeper inside my tight channel.
They laugh.
"Damn, she's a tight, needy hole, isn't she?" the stranger asks my boyfriend.
My boyfriend nods. "Yes, she is. And she cums hard when she's used."
The bathroom door swings open and two more guys enter. They stop abruptly when they spot us and I watch their gaze travel down to the stranger's hand between my legs.
I'm frightened. I wonder what they'll do, if they'll try to intervene or tell management.
"Wanna see her tits?" My boyfriend asks them.
They grin.
"Hell yeah," says the guy on the right. He's chubby. He's as tall as the first stranger, but round and his belly protrudes.
His friend is shorter and stocky, but fit. His t-shirt is stretched around his biceps and his thighs look thick and powerful under his jeans. "Show us them titties."
My boyfriend waves them over. They join us, and I'm suddenly surrounded by men I don't know. Even the shortest guy is taller than me.
My boyfriend grabs the hem of my shirt, lifts it up, and drags my shirt off over my head. Then he reaches behind me, unhooks my bra, and slips it off me. As he does, the first stranger pushes my panties off to the floor. The only clothing I'm wearing now is my mary jane shoes.
I'm naked in front of a group of men, who are all fully clothed, and most of them are strangers. I gasp and whisper, "Oh my god, I'm naked."