Displaying Sophie Chapter 3: Observed and Deprived
"Yep, that's right," Sophie said, faking a smile as she shoved her laptop under the bed. "Gotta stay up-to-date on the latest sexy content."
Cara strolled over to the mini fridge and pulled out a beer. "How's your day going?"
"Pretty typical," Sophie replied, saving her surprise for when she could check the reactions to her photos alone. "But you know, gotta get through it."
"Ah, yeah. I've been googling landscapes for days," Cara said with a shrug. "I'm only here for the good times."
"I know," Sophie chuckled, feeling her lust grow as she imagined the ugly comments people would leave on her photos. "I'm just gonna check something in my room."
"No worries," Cara replied, taking a seat on the couch. "Party with us later?"
"Erm, I might give this one a pass," Sophie said, making her way across the living room. "I need to focus on these."
As soon as Sophie entered her room and closed the door behind her, she pulled out her laptop and logged into the site where she posted her photos. Her hands trembled as she clicked the refresh button, eager to see the verdict.
"Please let there be some dirty messages," Sophie thought excitedly. "I'm sure so many people have seen my pictures. Or so I hoped."
She scrolled through the page, feeling disheartened when she couldn't find any mention of her photos. All the pictures that had a lot of attention were explicit, featuring girls naked or having sex. The thought that her own pictures might not be good enough sent tingles down her spine.
"Fuck, this is ruining my night's plan," Sophie muttered, worrying that she wasn't racy enough.
She grabbed a different picture, one with her top off and her hands covering her breasts. "This will definitely get some reactions," she thought, spiking her confidence.
Her dreams of strangers ogling her were about to come true. She uploaded the picture with a click of a button, ignoring Cara's question about going to the party.
Although she knew she wouldn't be able to escape the site quickly, she closed her laptop and put it in her bag, pretending it was the reason for her absence.
"One more drink, then I'll join you," she said, quickly shutting herself in her room.
Once the door closed, she swiftly opened her laptop and tried to hide her anticipation as the refresh button blinked relentlessly. Finally, she sighed in relief as she noticed her photo had been approved.
They're finally going to see me!
With her heart racing, Sophie opened the door and picked up her laptop. She hurried out of her room and walked hurriedly to Cara.
"Guess I'll join you now. What are we doing tonight?" she asked, sitting down beside her friend.
"Just having a chill night," Cara said. "Watching a movie and enjoying beers."
"I feel like I missed too much to enjoy a movie," Sophie replied, hiding her high hopes of having strangers drool over her.
Sophie spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid the site, but when a knock interrupted her, she felt a rush of adrenaline. She quickly shut her laptop and turned to Cara.
"It's the delivery man, I've got to let him in," she yelled, rushing to open the door.
The innocent scapegoat paved her way to sexual satisfaction. However, she couldn't escape the itch as she rummaged through each comment.
"Oh, wish I could do that," someone wrote, referring to her big breasts.
"You should leave a pair of those out for me," another added.
Finally, she found the comment she truly cherished. "I love your tits hanging out their top like that. So fucking hot," he wrote and Sophie felt her pussy flood with wetness.
Not only that, my pussy twitched at the thought of my friend possibly laughing at me, weirdly enough.
"No," I mumbled, "anything wrong?"
"Come join us in meeting some hotties tonight," Cara chuckled.
Hmm, might not be so bad after all, it could help my mind drift away from this for a bit. Screw it.
"Sure, why not?" I responded.
"Yay!" Cara cheered, "wear one of your new outfits!"
"Bossing me around, huh?" I joked.
"Come on, you know you want to." Cara stated.
"Fine, just give me a moment." I told her.
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The horrible music blared across the dance floor, drowning out any other sound. The pounding speakers were nearly deafening.
"Here you go!" Cara shouted, shoving a shot into my hand.
I hesitated, looking at the clear liquid.
"I wasn't itching for a drink tonight!" I hollered back.
"C'mon! It'll put some liquor in you!" Cara teased while taking her shot.
Jeez, who knew it would have such a potent taste?
I forced myself to gulp it down, but the unpleasant aftertaste made me cough.
"Vodka? Honestly?" I yelled back over the music.
Cara playfully shrugged, pulled me by the hand, and led me onto the dance floor.
I'm not much of a dancer, I thought, but Cara was determined to dance.
We squirmed through the crowded group and finally found a spot.
Ugh, all the bodies pressing against me make me uneasy, I thought, but when Cara situated us, my discomfort faded.
The music was so loud, I could barely think. But now, I watched Cara's hips sway, arms raised, and stomach exposed. Her shirt riding up.
Everything she wears looks incredible on her.
I had followed suit and wore a skimpy top that only reached my belly button. I'd borrowed some nipple tape from Cara, preventing any exposed nipples in my skimpily-dressed state.
I also donned a short, grey skirt, leaving my ass virtually uncovered. I felt like a slut.
As I looked around, many men in the club eyed my outfit, feeling emboldened by my display of skininess.
Imagine if someone realizes this is the exact same outfit as those pictures I shared online! They'd see me as a slut!
My pussy was slightly aroused by this idea.
When Cara abruptly swiveled away, pocketing lips with some stranger, of course she would.
But if she can make out with someone else, so can I.
Despite this sudden freedom, I was slightly afraid to be alone on the dance floor, but one shot of vodka eased my anxiety.
I continued to dance, locked eyes with a man with short brown hair.
Damn, he's hot.
My fanny got wet from the idea of him recognizing me, knowing he'd know what a dirty girl I am.
When I turned back towards the brown-haired man, he was still staring at me.
Fine, watch this slut dance!
I ground my ass against the man behind me, noticing the gap in my top and how they saw my breast.
The unknown man's hand slid right into it without being asked, grasping my left tit and applying pressure.
"AAAAAhhh!" I moaned unintelligibly over the blaring music.
This sudden touch surprised me. Then, a pair of lips locked on my neck.
What the hell?
I nearly jumped from his hands grasp, but he was strong.
Oh, he's attracted to me.
The mystery man behind me ground himself against me, pushing his semi-hard cock against me.
If it gets hard, it might even slip into me!
I swayed my hips, grinding myself against the person, leaving my pussy a bit clammy in my underwear.
A divine moment where lips grazed my neck, nibbling gently.
"Gah!" I moaned.
Despite his mysterious identity, I saw him watching her like never before, watching this slut dance.
Suddenly, the person fondling my luscious bosom, the mystery man, slid his hand from my hip and into the top, groping them.
"Fuuuuuck!" I cried out.
My boob was being squeezed... with no intentions of stopping.
I closed my eyes for a second to savour the feeling of my boob being cupped and kneaded, my eyelids fluttering open to find this stranger still intently watching me.
He watches a slut.
Suddenly, he grabbed my other tit, gently and slowly giving it attention.
"Fuckking hell," I moaned.
As I turned, the brown-haired man still stared eagerly, curiosity evident.
Think about it, he thinks I'm an enticing whore.
I can't believe all this is happening right on the dance floor, thought Sophie. She wasn't sure which one she preferred - the guy repeatedly playing with her boobs or the guy watching her.
As the guy kissed, licked, and sucked on her neck, Sophie's pussy leaked more and more moisture.
Even though Sophie only stared at one guy, she knew many others could see what was going on.
When the guy stopped kissing her neck, Sophie decided to turn her head to have a look at him.
This man was very attractive, tall with long, dark hair that was combed back, an amazing jawline, and when he smiled, his teeth shone bright.
Knowing the guy behind her was good-looking, Sophie turned back around and let it continue.
Oh my gosh, his cock feels so big! Sophie thought as she felt the man's entire member pressing against her backside.
Her pussy had soaked through her underwear and was begging for attention.
I'm acting like such a whore! I absolutely love it! I hope more people are watching!
She glanced back, and for a moment, the guy with short brown hair wasn't looking, but then he turned his head.
"Show him your tits." A deep voice whispered in her ear.
Sophie tried to glance over at him, but he held her in place.
He kissed her neck a few times before his perfect lips touched her ear again.
"Unless you want me to," He whispered, "I know you like that he's watching."
One of his hands was on Sophie's hip, the other rubbed on her bare belly as his cock kept grinding against her.
Sophie was so turned on, she nodded unseen.
She quickly realized that he had when the hand on her stomach suddenly pulled her blouse to one side and revealed her exposed breast. All that was left uncovered was her nipple which had skin-colored tape on it.
Oh my goodness!!! Sophie shouted in her mind, a mixture of shock and pleasure.
She didn't know if it was more embarrassing - that this man whose name she didn't even know had pulled her blouse halfway off and shown her bare tit to everyone, or that her nipple tape looked weird, like she had no nipple.
Either way, Sophie felt a heavy wave of humiliation rush over her... but her pussy gushed profusely as a result!
She looked at the short-haired guy as his mouth hung open, and he gaped at her.
"What a fucking whore." One girl's voice could be heard from the side.
Yes! I AM a fucking whore! I'm a dirty little slut!
Sophie couldn't take it; she was way too turned on.
She twisted around, grabbed this stranger's face, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Miraculously, her blouse moved back to cover her breasts.
"Mmmm!" Sophie moaned into his mouth as they passionately kiss.
"What a slut." Another voice could be heard say from the side.
Yes! I am a slut! I'm a nasty little whore!
Sophie aggressively kissed this guy, grabbing onto his back and pulling his body into hers. She felt his hard cock press against her stomach as his hands grabbed her plump ass.
She felt like a wild animal, opening her mouth wide to shove her tongue into his. Her thick, wet lips pressed against his own.
When his hand moved between their bodies and touched her bare thigh, Sophie's legs were about to give way.
Is he about to... here in the crowded dance floor?
Sophie's mind was torn, but her lust won out. She opened her legs slightly, allowing this man to move his hand up her thigh.
"Ooooh!" Sophie moaned as his finger pressed against her damp underwear.
I'm about to get fingered on the dance floor of a packed club! What the hell am I doing?!
He effortlessly slid her wet panties to one side, and one finger delved deep into Sophie's tight, wet, desperate pussy.
"Fuuuckk!" Sophie moaned out louder than she meant to.
She grabbed his head and pushed their mouths together, passionately kissing him.
"Fuck me, that feels good!" Sophie moaned into his mouth.
One of her hands grabbed his face, the other his back. One of his hands fingered her as the other grabbed her big bum.
Sophie knew people could see her and clearly watch her, but she loved it.
While stroking her just a little faster, he instantly found her sweet spot, and Sophie realized she might reach orgasm right then and there on the dance floor.
"Oh my God... oh my God, don't stop." Sophie whimpered, pressing her face against his chest.
"Are you going to cum here?" He inquired with a heated grin.
Sophie fluttered her eyes and nodded, realizing her orgasm was rapidly building up. She closed her eyes and pressed her head into his chest as she surrendered to the pleasure consuming her body.
He undoubtedly knew what he was doing, as each move of his fingers sent shivers through Sophie's body.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Sophie cried out, her mouth clasped around his chest.
Her hands clutched his shirt as her body tensed.
His fingers inched in and out, her vagina soaking them with her fluids just as her climax reached the point of no return.
Sophie slightly opened her eyes the moment she started to climax, spotting a random man gazing at her get finger-fucked on the dance floor.
"Fuuuuuuucckkkk!!!" Sophie moaned, refusing to break eye contact with this mystery man.
However, the sheer ecstasy was too much; her legs quivered, and this man, of whom she still had no idea his name, was holding her compact form upright.
"Keep coming," he whispered gently, continuing to finger her.
Sophie was gripping onto him as her legs spasmed beneath her. Her vagina contracted and jerked around his fingers.
Oh my God, I can't believe I'm having an orgasm right here!
Sophie knew she should've felt embarrassed for cumming in public, and she did, yet that embarrassment only intensified her orgasm.
Her vagina stopped spasming, and his fingers withdrew from her drenched vagina. Then she couldn't believe it when he slapped his damp fingers onto the inside of her thigh! The insolence was a challenge to her, but fuck, it aroused her more!
As she caught her breath, she looked up at this man and found him smirking confidently.
"You want to return to my place?" He asked.
Holy shit, I don't even know his name, this is so out of character for me!
"Yes." She agreed.
"Great, let's go." He nodded and picked up her hand.
"Hold on!" Sophie cried as she went back to the dance floor, searching through the crowd for her friend.
She eventually located her friend, Cara, in the corner making out with a guy.
"Cara! I'm leaving!" Sophie shouted. She pounded on Cara's shoulder.
"Leaving already?" Cara asked.
Sophie's cheeks glowed, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Going back to a guy's house!" Sophie told her.
"You little slut!" Cara declared with a pleased expression. "Have fun!"
Oh dear, I'm sure I will.
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"Wow, this is a fancy place." Sophie exclaimed as she entered the living room of his home. She sensed he was in his late 20s, but she was unsure of his true age.
"Thanks," He responded, although it was bizarre listening to his voice. Throughout the entire trip back to his abode, they had been making out and groping each other, so Sophie hadn't heard his voice since the club. "By the way, my name is..."
"Shhh!" Sophie interrupted and pressed her body against his. "No names, not now."
A cheeky grin formed on his lips as his arms wrapped everywhere she was. She got the feeling he wanted to possess her like a wild animal.
"So," He said, kissing her neck, "you let a stranger get intimate with you, finger you, and make you cream in front of hundreds of attendees, and now you go to his residence and insist not even knowing his name..."
Sophie's breath escalated as he recounted the details.
Fuck. When he puts it that way, I sound like a brazen hussy, yet tonight I am one.
He then held on to her messy hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
"I think you just want to be treated like a harlot tonight, don't you?" He snarled in her ear.
Oooooh fuck yes!!
The first time someone called Sophie a slut directly in person, and he meant it.
She peered at him while moaning and staring into his eyes.
"Yes." Sophie whispered.
He smiled and tightened his grip on her hair, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm!" Sophie moaned, indulging in a forceful make-out session with this dominant man.
Her hands were roaming all over his body, driven by her voracious passion. Until she reached for his belt, and he stopped her.
"Get on your knees." He instructed briskly.
Sophie nodded and nibbled her lips, her body throbbing with pleasure. It's like my online conversations come to life! I never imagined I'd get to experience it like this.
She was still in awe as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Reaching for his belt again, she glanced up and he nodded. With that, Sophie undid his belt and pulled down the zipper on his jeans. Tightening her grip on the waistband, she pulled them down.
Slowly, she observed his cock come into view until it sprang free in front of her.
"Wow!" Sophie exclaimed at the sheer size of the monstrosity in front of her.
"I'm sure a slut like you is used to this," he chuckled.
Although she wasn't a slut, not really, she decided to play along with this character.
"Even so," she said, reaching out to grab his erection, "none this big."
I barely have the strength to hold on!
Sophie had both hands wrapped around it, and there was still some of it untouched; she couldn't even fathom this being inside of her.
"I guessed you were a slut as soon as I saw you," he muttered. "Just the way you were dressed, your body seemingly on display for everyone to see."
"I enjoy having people admire me," Sophie told him. She was captivated by this massive cock.
"I guessed as much," he laughed. "Did you know that a lot of people watched me finger you? And when you came, you shouted loud enough for everyone to hear."
"Oh my god!" Sophie uttered, a mix of humiliation and excitement in her voice. "I hope everyone thought I was a complete whore."
"They definitely did," he murmured. "What self-respecting woman would do that in public? Only desperate little sluts."
"I am a desperate slut," she asserted, feeling empowered by her newfound role.
Sophie tilted her head up and stared at his cock, then licked her lips before opening her mouth and accepting the thick, hard shaft inside.
"Mmmm!" She moaned in between squeezing handjobs on either side, awed by the delicious taste of his precum.
"Nice try, slut," he murmured. "But you can't just take a break when I'm about to cum. Get my cock in your mouth."
Feeling wild and uninhibited, Sophie took his words as an order and began sucking his cock once more.
"Mmm…Mmmm," she moaned over and over, delighting in the feeling of having such a large cock in her mouth.
Before she could lose control, she felt him shoot his load down her throat, filling her mouth with pure masculinity.
"Mmmm!" she moaned around his still-hard erection, milking any leftover cum from it.
With him still holding onto her hair, his free hand cupped her face and patiently waited while Sophie gently caressed his cock.
Finally, she pulled away and wiped her mouth.
"Mmm…Mmmm," she said, giving voice to her satisfaction with how everything had turned out. "Taking his load down my throat felt so…filthy. Like what a pathetic, worthless fucking slut I am."
"I knew it," he whispered. "So what's next?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Sophie positioned herself on her back and pulled up her skirt. Wanting to see if he felt the same about her as she did about him, she asked, "Tell me how much you want to fuck me from behind?"
"Hell yes!" he responded eagerly, behaviorally fulfilling her submissive fantasy.
She watched his cock slide inside her and enjoyed its immense depth as another crop of pleasure coursed through her body.
"Glide your hands up my sides," she instructed him, wanting control of her pleasure.
He complied and began playing with her tits as her hips started going up and down while he mounted her from behind.
"Fast!" she ordered, urging him to pick up speed.
"Faster!" she demanded, nearly panting with enthusiasm.
With each thrust, she could feel his entire cock deep inside her, and she eagerly awaited the moment he’d crush her brains.
Then he stopped, forced her to look at him, and began compelling a very commanding emotional statement.
"Kiss me!" she instructed, becoming even more dominant in their roles.
They kissed each other, their tongues intertwining passionately while he flexed his hips towards her, taking her again.
"Behind!" she yelled out, seeking a last hurrah of punishment.
He listened, turning her around and putting her on all fours.
"Choke me!" she panted.
He complied, slamming his cock deep inside her and then lowering her head down to the floor. Her hands grabbed the mat while she screamed out her orgasm, letting go of control to experience the fullness and intensity of the moment.
"I'm cumming!" She yelled, which for this man meant taking his cock deeper into her.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth. "I'm cumming from being choked, fucked, and dominated!"
After her orgasm ebbed, she laid there, unable to move. His movements began slower, and he held her tightly in place, his hands on her hips, her head nestled between the floor and his chest.
A moment passed before she spoke.
"Take this cock out," she said, still half-emotionally drained and eager to see what her body could handle.
She took in the godlike peak that had just plunged deep within her and laid her head on the floor.
"As it comes out, please come with me," she said, not wanting to be left without his presence or touch.
With that, she massaged the gaping hole that he’d more than filled and allowed her senses to give her an understanding of what had just transpired.
"I'm not just coming yet," she said, "but, oh my goodness…It feels like I'm cumming with you."
From there, they continued to intensify both desire and satisfaction, eventually resting in a deep embrace, their soft exhales and ragged breaths blending together.
Are you reveling in my dominance over you? Do you think you can endure my brutality?
Sophie's breaths came rapidly, saliva dripping from her lips and chin.
"Yes," She panted as she experienced a fresh wave of arousal. "I can withstand anything you inflict upon me! Treat me like a worthless slut! Fck my face, fck my pussy! I yearn to be your humble, insignificant whore!"
Abruptly, this guy spit on her face!! With one hand around her throat, he smeared it across her mouth and chin, which was already soaked with Sophie's spittle.
"You're a disgraceful c*nt." He jeered while thrusting two fingers into her mouth.
In the course of her entire life, Sophie had never been addressed, nor treated in such a degrading manner in person, yet, interestingly enough, she cherished it.
She enveloped his fingers with her circumferenced, wet lips and sucked on them as though they were a dick, her face slick and sticky from her saliva.
"Mmmm." Sophie moaned around his fingers.
Then he yanked her to her feet.
"Now, let's admire your big tits I was stroking." He informed her.
Sophie half anticipating him to snatch her top, was irritated when he simply drew it down. At least I wouldn't have to retrace my footsteps to home adorned with bare treasures, despite the concept evoking subtle premonitory undertones.
But as Sophie was lost in her mental delusion of Lola deviating home flaunting her exposed mammaries, she didn't notice him tearing off the tapes above her nipples.
"F*ck!" Sophie yelled.
"F* hell," He echoed. "I knew they felt divine, but fck they're even more spectacular to witness!"
Sophie smiled as he manipulated her tits, rejoicing in her newfound adoration.
He yanked and twisted her nipples, prompting Sophie to yelp due to both the pain and pleasure.
Then he roughly snatched Sophie, swiveled her, and leaned her over the arm of his couch.
He hoisted her miniskirt upward and jut her undies to the side, uncovering her sodden slit.
"Fck me!" Sophie moaned. "Impale me with that sizeable fcking dong! Penetrate this vulgar little c*nt!"
Lola sensed the desire in her unlike any other instance in her life before. Every morsel of her being was engrossed in feeling despicable, worthless, and debased. And as she yearned unrivaled arousal.
"Do it! Slam it inside me like the whore I am!" pleaded Sophie.
SLAP!
He seized her thick, drenched ass and hip.
"You begged for it, bitch." He barked.
"HOLY F*CKING SHIT!!!" Sophie roared as his entire, gargantuan, solid shaft impaled her tight, tiny pussy.
The feeling of the tip of his member tapping against her wet orifice, then ghosting away, elongated her body. She reveled in this experience, resonating the intensity of his shaft slicing through her sex. Sophie had never been probed so profoundly in her life.
"How's that, slut?" He emphasized, holding himself fully immersed within her.
"FULLY, SINFLUENTLY, YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!!" Sophie exclaimed, swallowing her saliva.
He guffawed while slapping her again.
Lola never felt asully, yearning, and debased in her life like she currently did. In addition, she had never been more aroused.
"Fck me!" She moaned, "Ruin my pssy with your GIANT cck! Fck this reproachful young c*nt!"
The words floated carelessly from Sophie's lips without a moment's thought as his penis started thrusting.
His broad, thick dong glided nearly completely out then plunged back inside, Sophie's vagina dilating to savor the extensive rod within her.
"It's like... you're in my belly!" Sophie moaned.
Her body shifted with each impact, her substantial breasts touching the sofa.
"You like that, you profane fcking cnt? Like this gargantuan dong driving into your c*nt?" He inquired, striking her again.
"YES!" Sophie screeched, "I F* LOVE IT! ABUSE ME! FCK ME! SPANK ME! DESTROY MY BOUNDARIES!"
Sophie had never crossed this threshold of depreciation before, and every nerve ending was solely focused on serving as a vile, dispensable whore.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
His palm came crashing down time and time again, prompting Sophie to yelp, yet she adored it.
"YES! YES! YES! I'M F** CUMMING! I'M GONNA FUMING CUM!" She shouted.
The man tucked her hair upward by the roots. His other hand found her sprawling breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples.
"You want to climax as if you're a slandered, common whore?" He whispered in her ear as he continued fucking her.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, make me climax!" Sophie moaned.
With a hand against her back, he shoved her until her face rested against the sofa cushions. His phallus plowed into Sophie's pussy at an increased speed, their skin slapping against one another. back
"Oh dear... Oh, please... Oh" Sophie whimpered.
With each intense wave, her orgasm got stronger, her toes curled, and her breaths grew louder until she felt herself shatter into pieces.
"I'M CUMMING!!!!" She shouted out.
"Cum all over my dick, you filthy wench!" Harry growled and slapped her bottom again.
"YAAAAAAS!!!!" Sophie screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME LIKE A PROSTITUTE!"
Her sensitive pussy tightened around his cock like a vise as he forcefully penetrated her petite cavity. Sophie moaned and trembled, soaked in the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.
But Harry wasn't done yet.
Not even a minute after Sophie's orgasm subsided, he flipped her over, having her legs up in the air, then plunged back into her pussy.
Viewing him from below, Sophie saw the hungry look in his eyes as he annihilated her vagina.
Be a good girl.
She began to twiddle with her large breasts in front of him as Harry screwed her aggressively.
Looking down, she was amazed at how stretched her vagina looked around his cock.
"Are you going to deliver your cum all over my chest?" She moaned.
"You're such a dirty slut." He groaned back.
He kept hammering her harder and harder, and Sophie's legs flailed in the air. As she continued to fondle her breasts, she came around his cock once more.
Her multiple orgasms appeared to only intensify the hidden side of her.
"Fill me with your thick, running load!" She groaned.
"Holy fuck!" He grunted.
His cock drew back, and Sophie watched the first heavy shot reveal itself on her chest.
Blurt after blurt of cum splattered her chest.
"Yes, cover me in your cum!" Sophie moaned.
She wanted to continue playing with her breasts but was desperate to see them completely covered.
He kept groaning and grunting while shooting out glob after glob.
When he had finished, a thick blanket of white, sticky goo covered Sophie's upper body.
"Fuck, I can't believe the amount you came," her partner whispered, still panting.
Sophie couldn't help but smile; she adored having cum smothered on her breasts.
"You can stay right where you are," he managed to say. "I'll go find some tissues for you."
"You can take your time," Sophie muttered as tears streamed down her face.
She observed herself, covered in cum, as it began to trickle down her body.
I feel like such a slut.
In her sluttish state, Sophie somehow managed to move deftly without allowing much cum to fall off her chest. She remained lying down and just craftily grapped for her cell phone.
She was intrigued to see if she had received any fresh responses about her photos online and yearned to hear more people referring to her as a shameless slut.
Holy shit! No new ones?
Sophie was desperate to persist in being called a whore, a slut, and any other abusive terms.
Fuck it! This will definitely get some effect!
She pivoted the camera on herself and took a photo of her breast slammed with his cum. The room was dimly lit, but it was still a clear photograph.
Hearing the toilet flush upstairs, Sophie posted it to "FuckingSluts" and captioned, "A night of being a slut to a stranger."
Just as she accomplished this, the door burst open, and Harry entered.
"Here you go." He remarked, displaying a roll of toilet paper to her.
"Thanks," Sophie said.
She cleansed all the cum off as he watched. Sophie had always considered it uncomfortable having to clean off cum post-sex, but he watching her do so turned her on.
"So, I'm Harry," he at last proclaimed, revealing his name for the first time.
Sophie looked at him, a bit disappointing that she had inadvertently discovered his name.
"I'm..." She stalled, "I'm Sophie."
"Sophie, nice name; I hope I wasn't too rough with you then. I'm not usually this rough, but you seemed to like it greatly."
"Truly?" Sophie replied, sitting up. "I adore it, don't worry about that."
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"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck yes, fuck me!" Sophie moaned fervently.
Harry had her legs over his shoulders, practically bending her into two, as his cock penetrated her time and time again.
The mid-morning light poured through the window as she came for the third time that morning.
Harry then showered her chest with his cum.
"Oh god..." Sophie pantingly explained, "I don't believe I've ever felt so ravished in my life."
"Right, I suppose I have." Harry chuckled, "You've definitely had some naughty evenings before this."
"Well," Sophie replied with faux self-assurance, "A few, but yours was by far the most sizeable."
Harry laughed at that.
"No worries, I've got stuff to do anyway," Harry said in response. "Want my number? Give me a call next time you're feeling frisky."
Hmm, could this be a friends with benefits situation? That could help with all this pent-up desire I've been having recently.
She took his number and saved his name as "Beth" in her phone.
"Could you grab me some tissues for me, please?" Sophie asked, feeling the semen dripping down her body.
"You remind me," Harry quipped with a grin. "If you're so much of a slut, you'd leave with my cum on you."
Sophie's pussy clenched at his words.
Certainly not the most slutty thing I've done in the past.
"It's not even close," Sophie replied, maintaining her charade.
"Really?" Harry laughed.
Sophie began to rub his large puddles of semen into her breasts, feeling it dry on her skin as he watched.
Sophie's head was down as she made her way back to her place. Luckily, the roads were fairly quiet. The slight breeze blew through her hair, coolng down her overexposed chest. She wore her top, but left her panties in Harry's room.
She covered each area of his semen without missing a spot, ensuring it was hidden.
Her face was flushed, and she'd seen her appearance in the mirror before leaving. Her hair was messy, and her gait revealed her wetness.
Oh god... Sophie thought when she noticed three females her age dressed in workout gear jog along the sidewalk.
Shit, they saw me drenched in semen. They must know I spent last night with a lover.
Sophie hid her face as they passed by.
"What the hell was that walk of shame?" One of them joked as they jogged past. "I'd die if I had to walk home covered in cum!" The others laughed at her, too.
Sophie grew red with shame.
It took about an hour for Sophie to walk back to her home. Passersby seemed to regard her oddly.
I'm sure they all know I spent the entire night having sex. They're probably wondering if I even had time to grow up to be a slut.
She finally entered the front door, dropping her bag to the floor.
"What the hell happened to you?" Cara enquired, entering the living room.
Look at me, a mess.
"A long walk home," Sophie replied, looking frail.
Was I actually hoping to be seen like this?
"Didn't think to ask for a lift from your man last night?" Cara teased.
Why didn't I ask for a lift... did I want to be reached walking like this?
"I didn't think about it," Sophie stressed.
Cara looked on curiously as she continued eating her breakfast.
"So, how was last night?" Cara inquired. "Did you have fun?"
"It was the best sex of my life," Sophie whispered, her eyes clsed.
"Good rough or bad rough?" Cara probed, showing concern.
"It was good rough, don't worry about me," Sophie responded. "I'm sorry I left early, I hope you had fun as well."
"No need to apologize," Cara assured her. "When I saw you getting fingered on the dancefloor, I assumed you'd go home with him."
Sophie's eyes flashed open at the sight of her friend reminiscing.
"You saw that?" Sophie asked embarrassedly.
"Hard to miss," Cara said, eliciting laughter. "And don't worry, I've been fingered on the dancefloor before."
Sophie's anxiety lifted slightly, I'm not such a slut, after all. Just a few casual encounters. And it seems like Cara's a bit out there as well, so no big deal.
"He didn't offer a ride back?" Cara asked.
"No, I didn't think to ask," Sophie admitted.
"Gotta go for a nap now, feel like I need to sleep," Sophie told her.
"Alright, sleep well."
Sophie's eyes fluttered open after a refreshing break. She felt much better, physically and mentally. Exuding an air of rest but not total relaxation, she reached for her phone.
She saw the time was around 6 p.m.
"Goodnight?" Cara enquired, chewing a bowl of cereal.
"Had the roughest sex of my life last night." Sophie murmured in reply.
"Good rough or bad rough?" Cara prodded, concerned for her friend.
"Good rough," Sophie responded. "Don't worry about me."
Sophie got up, slightly stiff from all the night's adventures.
"Just heading for a nap."
"That's a lot of sex in a month," Cara remarked, referring to two encounters. "You're on quite the streak."
Holy shit, I've been asleep for hours! I didn't get much sleep last night either. I still can't believe I did that - got finger-blasted on a dance floor and came in public! Then didn't even learn his name before having sex and walking home with his jizz all over me! I still haven't even showered, I must stink!
Sophie held her phone in her hand, deep in thought.
I'm just having a little fun, I'm young, it's no big deal. Not like I'm actually a slut.
She flashed back to the night before and the events that unfolded.
She unlocked her phone, went to the website, and there it was - a picture of her tits, covered in cum. What's worse, there was a lot of it dripping from them. As her eyes scanned further down, she spotted the comments.
"Fuck yeah! Maybe you are gonna be fun to follow!"
"Look at how much cum is on her tits! That's deffo more than one guy! This slut had a lot of fun last night!"
"Posting at nearly 1am with cum over your tits? Yeah, you're a whore!"
"What I would do to shove my cock between those tits!"
"Mmmm I'd love to cover you in cum! Message me, slut, if you want to meet up!"
Sophie's aching pussy actually twitched as she read the comments. As she was reading, more and more people were appreciating the photo.
32 Likes and 10 comments, that's a lot more than my other photos got.
Sophie considered deleting it for a moment, but then thought about how she had sent similar pictures to people before. It's no worse than my other titty photos I've sent to people... these are just visible to anybody... and I'm covered in cum.
As another comment accompanied by heart eyes emojis came in, Sophie made up her mind. She'd decided to keep it. What's the harm, right?
