The Corner Apartment Ch. 01

Olivia sighed and turned away from her computer and looked at the open window. She swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth and glanced back at the computer, then back at the window. Her heart raced, but she needed this. She was becoming addicted to the way her heart raced and her pussy dripped every time she thought of exposing her nineteen year old body, whether to strangers, friends, or perverted older men online.

Olivia dabbled in some risky adventures over the summer before she started college. She was a somewhat shy girl, but attractive, her dirty blonde hair framing her face nicely, situated atop her five foot, four inch frame and one hundred twenty pounds. She had danced through school, but once that came to an end, she found herself bored for several weeks before college started.

The boys she knew from school fell mostly into two groups: the quintessential "nice guy" who would try to get her attention by waiting on her hand and foot and catering to her every whim. This bored Olivia to death. She wanted her heart pounding, the blood pumping. She wanted some excitement even if it meant accepting some risk to get it. Olivia wanted to feel something. And so the nice guys didn't stand a chance. The other type, the more sociable, more take-life-by-the-horns type, somehow seemed to be more interested in the influencers and social media starlets than in the girl right in front of them. Instant gratification, Olivia thought. Not willing to stir her emotions or work for anything. And sure, she had a couple boyfriends in school who didn't fall squarely into either group - but most guys, to her, were too nice or too shallow.

Bored over the summer, Olivia had stumbled across some groups on social media late at night when her parents and brother were asleep. She saw girls like her, or some a little older, being coaxed into revealing their bodies for a group of men. The way the men talked to those girls - calling them slut, whore, or even cunt as if it was nothing at all - got Olivia's juices flowing. Why would anyone want to be talked to that way? She wondered aloud.

But one night she posted a picture of her bare breasts, like some of those girls had done. Over the summer her B-cup breast began to blossom into a C-cup seemingly over the course of a couple months, and men noticed. They made comments like "nice rack," and "great pair," and so on. It made her smile but that was about it, the excitement died out. She was just about to close her browser, likely never to return to the group pages again, when she came across another group with several interesting threads.

The threads within the group were posted by people, some guys and some girls, looking for ideas as to how they should masturbate or sometimes even dares to do. She started reading, and she started with the girls' threads first, putting herself in their shoes. One girl was instructed to drive down the road and pull up her top and drive topless as she masturbated to orgasm, and only when she achieved climax could she cover her breasts. Another was dared to "accidentally" expose her nipple to her friends by way of a seemingly accidental nip-slip. She read a couple of the guys' threads too. One was told to walk to a park bench and sit down and masturbate to orgasm and another was instructed to jack off into an empty jelly jar and eat his own cum!

There were more drastic ones too, some Olivia barely even dared to read, about girls licking toilets or wetting themselves or guys dropping their pants in broad daylight. She shook her head and turned away only to realize - yes - her heart was about to pound out of her chest. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like driving down the street, braless, her tank top pulled up to expose her breasts, her skirt hiked up and her fingers plunged deep in her cunt, hammering away until she felt what she craved. My god, she thought. But she needed someone to instruct her.

And so it was that Olivia became a participant rather than a lurker. She started with simple threads like letting strangers instruct her what to use to masturbate - a hairbrush, her fingers, or a small, six-inch dildo that she had picked up at a local sex shop. That went on in her summer boredom for a couple days until someone suggested spanking her pussy with the hairbrush instead of just fucking herself with the handle. So she complied, lying on her back with her legs spread, dishing out ten soft - but to her very exquisite - blows to her sensitive pussy. It really got her juices flowing and she was quick to orgasm after that. The next day she asked for instruction in spanking her ass and over the next couple days worked herself into a few more intense slaps that turned her ass a pleasant shade of pink.

This continued over the summer, until Olivia was spanking her ass facing her window in her bedroom at her parents' house, just for a few seconds at a time, or perhaps masturbating for a few seconds at the window, her breasts and pussy exposed. It was a thrill for her even if the chance of being caught was nearly zero. But it got her heart pounding and soon she was craving more and more. That's when she met him. He was fifty three and, like many of the older men she communicated with, he wasn't afraid to tell her exactly what he wanted - or, for that matter, tell her what she needed to hear.

"You read about a girl around your age who drove and masturbated with her breasts exposed until she achieved orgasm. You're going to take it farther. Get in your car, drive to a parking lot and remove all clothing except shoes and a top and put them in the trunk, except your panties which will go on the passenger seat. Get back in and pull your top up. Set a timer and drive out of the parking lot. Every minute you fail to orgasm do the following: 1 minute, lift your top and expose your breasts. 2 minutes, add clothespins to your nipples. 3 minutes, pull write "slut" in large letters across your stomach. Then keep going. 4 minutes, stuff your panties in your mouth. Five minutes, go down your contacts - mom, dad, any siblings, grandparents, aunts/uncles, then cousins until someone answers. Keep talking until you cum. Once you cum, you pull over and take a photo for proof (no face required) and then you can retrieve your clothes. I want a report."

"Why can't I just do the original dare?!?!" Olivia had written back.

"Then you're just going to want more later. You just need to go for what you really want now which is to add on to what that slut did. Otherwise you'll be bored because you've read all about it and you're just copying her. Make it better."

A few more messages and Olivia could not let it go. Mostly she was reluctant to take a photo, but after a few more messages she realized she had to do it. Here is what she wrote back when she was finished:

"I started out in a store parking lot. I looked around and didn't see any cameras - until I got out to put my clothes in the trunk and saw one on a light. Damn! I almost froze, I couldn't believe it, but I still had panties on. I jumped back in the car and took off my panties - lace cheeky thong in light pink - and put them on the seat. Then I drove to the exit and started to finger myself when I pulled onto the street. There was one traffic light I had to pass before I reached open road. It was making me nervous having to stop and I was having a hard time getting aroused at first. The first minute flew by and I lifted up my top - a pink cropped tank top to match the panties - and my tits were out. I know a couple people saw them because it was a four lane street but I don't know if they saw me fingering my pussy. God, I was getting horny! But the nerves, I was shaking and couldn't get too far along. Another minute and I put on the clothespins. Fuck that hurt. But it turned me on to much. Finally I was getting somewhere. I lifted my left knee up until it touched the window and spread myself wide and then remembered the light. It was red! I slowed down and looked to my left and I know the guy caught me, fuck it was awful but I actually loved it. I couldn't stop now, I wanted it so much, I was fucking ravaging myself in the seat and biting my lip. I wasn't moving my fingers very much but I was using three and really into it. I put my hand up finally and then the three minutes went off just as I almost stopped and the light turned green. I let the guy go past me and then grabbed the marker and wrote "slut" on my stomach and another car went by as I was driving slow to get that finished. I got so into it I just stuffed the panties in my mouth and waited a few seconds and came so fucking hard. Thank God I didn't have to call anyone! I pulled over and sat there for several minutes and know a couple other people saw but I was in such bliss I didn't care. I grabbed my clothes finally and drove home and realized I was stupid and wrote low on my stomach trying to keep drivers from seeing but ended up having to sneak in the house past my older brother with "slut" on my stomach plainly visible. He didn't notice though but then I had to run in my room and fuck myself good to how close it was. Thank you so much for the dare and you're right it was way better than the original!"

"Would you like another?" He replied. "And what were you thinking as you had your orgasm?"

"YES!" She wrote back. "And honestly about how much of a slut I was being driving around with my clothes pinned nipples out and marker on my stomach and just fucking myself like that like...". She stopped, not wanting to finish. Of course he made her.

"Like a pathetic slut, I guess." Fuck that made her wet just writing that.

"That's because you are a pathetic slut," he wrote back. She was even wetter and more turned on than before.

"Yes Sir," she replied. "I'm a pathetic slut and just writing that turns me on. I'm a pathetic slut."

Over the next couple weeks, he had her masturbate in a changing room, public bathroom stall, and facing her bedroom window. Each time the dare became more intense as time passed until she finally came. They got to talking and she revealed more about herself - her first name and age, and he revealed that he was fifty-three and his name was Mike. And he always seemed to know just when to push her. They chatted occasionally about non-sexual things - like the fact that Olivia was starting college - but it was rare.

Over time, Mike had Olivia take some photos for him also. Some with "pathetic slut" written on her, or with her tits clamped with the new set of clamps he sent to her. She was concerned about her parents finding them, so he sent them to a drop box near her house. Mike convinced her to finger her ass for the first time and sent her a butt plug, which he then dared her to use first around the house and then when going out shopping with her friends.

Olivia's wardrobe started to change slightly too. She started to wear more crop tops and skirts and shorts - nothing extreme but she did have a little midriff exposed. Probably a little more often than her friends even. She started to take compromising pictures too. She realized she enjoyed being told - almost ordered even - to spread her legs and expose her pussy to him, or to bend over and expose her plugged ass, especially at a friends house, or a restaurant bathroom. She felt like a piece of meat - but Olivia was starting to realize she liked it. She knew he shared a couple of them around some porn sites too, but her face was not showing so it just turned her on without a lot of risk. A couple times before she went off to school, she even had cyber sex over video chat. Olivia knew he might be recording her, but she was too turned on to care. Her heart pounded as she stripped for a man 34 years her senior. She realized he was closer to triple her age than double. Older than her dad by seven years. But he gave her what she needed. He watched as she spread her plugged ass and turned around to dildo her pussy as she bit her lip, one foot on the toilet of

"What were you thinking about?" He asked again.

"Honestly - someone barging in and catching me right before climax."

"Don't let your fantasies go unattended," he said. "Why don't we accomplish that?"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" She laughed. But the seed had been planted and only a few hours later she was on her back in her at home, naked with the lights out. Olivia closed her eyes and imagined a woman of about forty nonchalantly opening her stall door as she fucked her pussy roughly.

"Fuck, I need it. Fuck, I need it! Yes, just - just barge in, just - come in and catch me! Yes, fuck your pussy Olivia! Yes, just come in and.... and fucking watch me, I want it.... i want that, I - - Oh, fuck! I'm just a slut that wants to get caught! YES I want it, watch me, ohhhhhhh!" Olivia bit her lip and arched her back. She squeezed her nipple as are thrust her dildo into her cunt, stifling a moan. She opened her eyes and closed them again. "Nastier, Olivia. Make it worse. Make her old." She brought herself to the brink of another orgasm as she imagined a now seventy year old woman opening the door and not being able to look away as she drilled her pussy for the pleasure of her voyeur. Then she imagined her friend's dad somehow catching her. Another intense orgasm. She slept soundly that night and picked up where she left off in the morning.

"I can't believe I'm saying this. But yeah, how would you make that happen? Getting caught I mean."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"I'm asking. Begging even. I can't make the fantasies go away."

"OK then. But here's the catch. You have to achieve orgasm. If you abort, you fail. And if you fail, you're going to have to give me something to use to make sure you give it your best effort and regret it completely if you fail."

"Such as?"

"Your dad's phone number. You know, so he can see how much of a slut you've grown up to be."

"Fuuuuuck. That's intense!"

"The number, Olivia."

That was what she liked about Mike, what she needed. Someone who was not going to let her get away with beating around the bush. She bit her lip and typed it out, barely hesitating before she sent it. She shifted in her seat, the plug in her ass providing a pleasant sensation.

"I could ruin you with that."

"I know. Please don't."

"Not yet. Not unless you fail."

"What do you have on me anyway?"

Mike sent her a clip of her fingering her ass and dildoing her pussy with "slut" on her stomach in marker and her face in full view. She had started to let her guard down around him with that sort of thing lately. "Ohhhhh fuck yes Sir, I'm a slut for cummm!" She moaned. And she had all the motivation she needed to succeed at her task.

"In order to keep him from seeing, dress in a short crop top and skirt. "Slut" written under the top and your ass plugged. No panties. Go to a coffee shop. One with unisex bathrooms. Find an empty one, go inside and pull up the crop top. Lock the door. You will use a large dildo which is on its way to you to EDGE five times. Bring yourself close but do not cum. You then unlock the door, sit down facing the door. Fuck yourself hard but don't cum. The moment someone walks in, let yourself have the orgasm."

Once she started, there was no turning back and she knew it. It was a good thing Mike had been training her to edge. She did as instructed, but before she began, she took her phone out and started making a video for him. Olivia couldn't help herself. Whatever her task was, she had to try to find a way to make it better. Or perhaps worse. More humiliating, more risky, more exciting. She pulled up the top to reveal the writing, realizing that she would be revealing herself as a self-proclaimed slut to whoever walked in on her. Burning through the edges just thinking about someone catching her, she heard a knock on the door once and managed to call out "occupied!" She then finished her edge and went to unlock the door.

Olivia sat down on the toilet seat and hiked her leg up. She presented her pussy to whoever was about to walk in, bit her lip and thrust the dildo in. It was big too, about ten inches long with good girth, but she was learning to take it nearly all the way. She closed her eyes, fucking healed slowly, not letting herself come too close.

Finally, it happened. A middle-aged man opened the door and his jaw dropped. "Wait - w-watch me!" She called out, but he was gone. But it was go time. Furiously, Olivia bucked her hips and thrust the dildo inside. Harder and harder she fucked herself. "Yes! Oh watch me, oh he saw me! I got caught, he saw me... fucking myself... like a SLUT! I hope he tells his friends! I hope he brings them back here to watch! Ohhhh!" In her mind three men opened up the door, propping it open, smiling wide and cheering her on as she looked their direction. She bit her lip and nodded and thrust into herself. "He saw I'm a slut... it's right there..." she said softly. "For anyone to read..."

Just then the door opened again. She had been so lost in her pleasure she hadn't even considered the fact that someone else might wander in. This time it was a woman of about sixty-five, dressed in a modest skirt and blouse. Olivia looked her way and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her head tilted back and she gave the dildo another deep thrust. "I'm a slut and in going to cummmmm yes yes!" She called out and she was rocked by an earth-shattering orgasm. The woman actually held on longer than the man had, but within a few seconds she too disappeared.

Olivia quickly dressed herself and left. She threw the dildo in her bag and pulled on her skirt and pulled her top down. She still attracted a lot of attention in the short skirt and crop top, but she got out of there as quickly as possible. It felt like everyone was staring though - like everyone knew what she had just done - and her heart pounded out of her chest. She was in heaven.

Along with her dares and exposing more and more of herself, Olivia was also invited into a couple of online groups of men where Mike could show her off. She would send them pictures of her body, especially her pussy and ass, and she would sometimes send short video clips. Of course the men saved all of the content, and she knew they probably were but it didn't bother her. It turned her on to perform for them.

And that begins to explain how, on a warm day in late September, Olivia came to be naked and looking out her second story window, overlooking a busy street corner on Carter Avenue. She had only turned nineteen a few weeks ago, just started college a month prior. And there was one night, during her first week, where she went out and let herself go and hooked up with a guy attending the same college, for the most part she seemed more interested in playing with and pleasing Mike and a couple dozen of his friends.

Olivia's heart was pounding and her breathing was heavy as she looked at the computer. "I'm ready," she said after a deep breath. The setup was somewhat simple. She had to go masturbate at the window, where anyone walking by below could watch. She both dreaded and craved it, but she had been denied for a week and the cravings had become stronger. But, as usual, there were rules and instructions.

Mike watched her on his computer, and at least 20 loose acquaintances from his social media groups did the same from theirs. Olivia stepped away and toward the window. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the window and turned on the timer. Immediately she placed her hands behind her head submissively, per her instructions, and stood as close to the glass as she could without touching. She looked down to the sidewalk and street below. "Here is my naked body..." she said. "For all of you. I'm a slut and I like it when you look. It turns me on when - when you watch. Please look at me," she said aloud. "I want you to all see my tits and pussy." She took a deep shuddering breath. "Please watch me. It turns me on to expose myself like this." They couldn't hear her, of course, but Olivia was turning herself on just imagining they could. She opened her eyes to see two people looking up at her. She smiled and blushed before nodding her approval just as the timer sounded. Her pussy dripped. She turned away from the window.

"Two people," she reported to Mike and his friends. "I hope they don't go anywhere."

"No, you aren't finished and I'm sure you'd like to have them around for the whole show."

Olivia bit her lip and felt her pussy moistening. "Yes, I'm not finished until I've... finished," she said with a laugh. "You'll help me finish, won't you?" She said to her on live viewers. She picked up a set of nipple clamps, another gift from one of Mike's friends, and moaned as her nipples were pinched between their teeth one by one. She went back to the window, seeing that one of the people had left, but the other - a man in his mid-twenties - remained. She smiled at him and stood with her legs spread.

Her left hand went behind her back, while her right touched her body between her clamped breasts. The touch of her own hand felt exquisitely erotic as she slowly traced a line down to her pierced navel. She swallowed the accumulated alive and began to speak. "Yes, please watch me," she said softly as if the man could hear. Perhaps he could read her lips, but he could not hear her. Not yet. That would come later, if he remained, she knew. Olivia licked her finger seductively and exhaled deeply as she traced a line through her navel, gliding over the jewelry as she crossed her lower abdomen and approached her pussy. Her navel was one of her biggest erogenous zones, and the moisture on her finger only added to the excitement. "Yes.... please watch me... watch me finger myself for you," she practically whispered at the man. She wondered if he could read her lips. God, she hoped he could.

Olivia licked her upper lip and placed her left knee on the window frame. It was a large window, extending almost to the floor. Closing her eyes, she felt her fingers reach her vulva, and she slipped two inside.

"Watch me touch myself," she said softly. "I want you to - to use me," she whispered. "Use me to get off.... watch me and - and - if you came up here I'd let you - let you use me." She hated how much she loved this type of discourse. It was primal, she succumbed to her deepest urges. Olivia thought about offering her body - all three holes, no questions asked. Not even a condom, any protection at all for her, from anything, she did not care. She wanted to embrace the risk. "If I'm protected it's not even real," she muttered. What she really meant, of course, was that she found the risk arousing. It got her heart pounding and her blood flowing and she craved it.

"I'm a slut..." Olivia moaned. "Watch me finger myself.... I need to be seen and used. I need to much more, God!" Just as she opened her eyes, she looked down to see three men and a woman standing below. She hadn't even noticed how thoroughly she had fingered herself. She exhaled and put her knee back on the floor. Pulling her fingers to her lips, she licked her juices seductively, and held up one finger as if to say "just one moment," as she stepped to the computer.

"That wasn't part of the dare!" One of the guys said before muting himself. He was referring to the finger she had held up. "Yeah, but good one!" Mike said, smiling. "She's into it." It was true. Olivia always had to find a way to add a little excitement when she was turned on. She hadn't been instructed to inform her audience that she'd be back, but she couldn't help herself.

"We don't want them going anywhere," she giggled. "There are four."

"Then keep going before they get bored," Mike instructed.

Olivia nodded and picked up another gift from the group. It was a medium, eight-inch suction cup silicone dildo. She held it seductively between her breasts and gave a smile to the computer before she walked over to the window. She pushed hard at about chin height until it was firmly secured. Looking down, Olivia could see that three of her onlookers remained. The younger man, a man of about seventy, and a woman. She picked up a piece of paper from the floor and stuck it to the top left corner of the window. "Tell your friends," it read. Shuddering, she started the timer again and positioned herself, ready to please the dildo with her mouth.

Olivia placed her hands behind her head submissively again and licked the tip of the dildo. She looked to her left as she licked it, thinking about how she'd not be able to cover herself much with no curtains. She'd been instructed to remove curtains from all exterior windows, and she had complied. Now she understood why. Olivia knew she would probably be receiving rules about what she could wear at home soon, a thought that both excited and dreaded her. She licked the dildo again and started to open her mouth, accepting it. Slowly she began to bob her head back and forth, taking about half of it into her mouth. Opening wide, she relaxed her throat as she removed her hands from her head and placed her palms against the glass. She gagged but relaxed again and accepted the dildo into her throat and closed her eyes.

"Watch as I use my throat for you," she thought but could not actually say. Moving her head back and forth, she began to harshly use her throat with the dildo, ramming her face forward until her nose pressed the glass and her lips wrapped around the base. "This isn't even pleasure for me," she thought. "I don't even like this. And this thing - this dildo can't feel pleasure or understand how badly I need to be used. This isn't pleasure, this is, this is.... humiliating. Debasing. Degrading. God, I love every second! God, to just be taken and - and used - I'm a slut - I'm their slut. I don't even fight I just want them to force me to - to use me! God, why am I such a whore?! Why do I crave humiliation!" Her fingers crawled on the glass as the pleasurable sensation of being utterly humiliated rippled through her body. Anyone watching could see how thoroughly aroused this was making her.

Over and over she bounced toward the glass, trying to fit the whole thing in her mouth, even the base. Her lips and teeth reached out, clawing at it, trying to hide more and more of it within the caverns of her mouth. Her jaw moved up and down, and her lungs sucked it back as much as she could. Desperate, she yearned for more. Olivia could feel her pussy leaking down onto her inner thigh. "I'm such a slut..." she thought. Just then the timer went off again, and she groaned as she opened her eyes. There were only five people watching, but it still made Olivia buzz with excitement. She wondered if anyone told their friends. Holding up a finger again, she returned to the computer.

"I want to cum so bad!" She giggled.

"Not until you complete all of your assignments. Two more edges and then the finale. We need the agreed-upon entertainment, slut... and you know what happens if you fail."

"I know..." she thought about how, once again, she had agreed that her dad would find out all about her sexual exploits if she slipped up. Mike had his contact information, after all, and it really did keep her motivated even in moments where she might think of backing out. She knew she needed it anyway - the audience, the people watching her masturbate, seeing her naked, humiliating her. It got her off like nothing else. Her heart pumped hard as she knew what was coming next.

Olivia grabbed the marker, the same one she used to make the note earlier. Between her breasts and navel, she wrote out the words that always made her drip: "pathetic" in small letters under her breasts, and "slut" in large letters above her navel. She swallowed nervously as she went to the window and moved her arms to show the small group her new adornment. One of them gave her a thumbs up and her hearts skipped a beat. She was starting to lose control and she knew it. Olivia lingered a little longer than she had to, turning around and spreading her ass for the group, then twerking before turning around and doing a sensual hip-shaking dance. Those dance lessons certainly were useful.

Struggling, Olivia removed the dildo from its mount, then grabbed a chair and rolled it to the window. She started the timer again, sat quickly and, showcasing her flexibility, smiled wide as she pushed her ankles behind her head. Only then did she grip the dildo with both hands and thrust it deep into her sopping wet cunt.

"Ohhhh, that's it!" Olivia moaned softly as she thrust the dildo deep into her cunt. "Yes, please watch me... I hope you like the way I fuck myself!" Olivia thrust harder and harder, using two hands. "Oh fuck. I'm such a desperate - such a pathetic slut. That's it, so pathetic! I want to be watched..." Olivia bit her lip and drilled her pussy hard with the dildo, making squishing sounds. An off-white, milky substance began to form at the entrance to her cunt, coating the dildo, leaving deposits on her labia with each thrust. "Yes please!" She begged out loud. "I want you to watch me fuck my cunt stupid. I - oh, I - fucking had me hard. I want to be your whore. Just your whore. Watch my fuck my filthy whore cunt! Oh God why am I such a slut?!?!" She moaned loudly just as the timer went off again.

"Ohhhh fuck..." she trailed off as she removed the dildo. "When can I cum? Can I please just fucking cum?" She begged in the general direction of the computer as she stood up. She didn't even bother gesturing to the crowd or even acknowledging or counting them. But this time, there were twelve. Some across the street, some immediately below, all fixated on her.

"One more edge, sweetie," Mike said. "And then the next time you can let yourself have it." Olivia nodded and set about preparing for the next step. She went to the small window to the left, in her kitchen, and opened it. She could hear birds chirping, cars driving by... and she knew there was a definite possibility the people down below could hear her from now on as well.

Olivia returned and rolled the chair out of her way. She picked up the dildo and stuck it forcefully on the glass at thigh-level, then walked to the side table next to the computer and picked up a bottle of lube. Returning to the window, she squirted the lube on the dildo and stroked it with her hand to coat it. Tossing the lube aside, she turned around and smiled at the computer, pausing to set the alarm again - an extra minute this time - before backing up to the window.

"Ohhhhh fuck..." Olivia moaned as she spread her ass wide with her left hand, reaching between her legs with her right, pushing back against the dildo until it split her spinster and she gasped loudly. The truth was Olivia didn't love anal sex or plugs at this point. She tolerated having her ass used. In the past, though, when a guy insisted on fucking her ass, she would go along with it but probably not want to see him again. Slowly, though, as she became more immersed in her world of dares and other nasty sluts who seemed to be put on earth to take it up the ass, she started to force herself to do it more. She truly wanted to enjoy it. Really, she had to, otherwise she was just plain boring. So here she was, committed to training her ass, even if she didn't really like it.

As she gasped, her eyebrows raised at the sharp sensation of the dildo rudely penetrating her sphincter. It hurt. It felt good, too, deeper inside, but it hurt more. She hung her head and split herself open, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands now that she had half of the dildo inside her. She gasped again as she forced her body back to the window, finding that once she had been spread open, getting the rest of the dildo in her ass, taking it balls deep was really not that hard. But it fucking hurt. Once she had accomplished this, she looked up and at the computer and took a deep breath and began to rock her body forward and backward, moaning as she forced it deep, not stopping her reverse motion until she felt her fingers and her cheeks alike press against the cool glass. The clamps felt heavy on her nipples as her breasts rocked back and forth with each thrust. "This one hurts..." she reflected as she looked toward Mike and his groups.

"Come on, earn it, slut... you can take it. I know it. We all want to see you debase yourself. Hurt yourself willingly, even. This is the good part for us," he explained. "The part where you show your true colors as a slut and a whore. Then comes the good part for you. After you've anally fucked yourself and humiliated yourself for us. And for them." He pointed at the window. Alexis just nodded. It was loads better than her dad being contacted, anyway. Plus she was, despite her pain, still on the verge of orgasm. Her tongue escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. She needed to not only please her audience - she needed to learn to enjoy this treatment. Focusing on the pleasure, Olivia moaned through the pain. Looking over her shoulder, she could see at least a dozen people watching her ramming the dildo in her ass, and suddenly, the pain didn't matter anymore. She was in bliss.

"Ohhhh yes deep in my whore ass," Olivia moaned. "That's it. Oh, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I'm just a filthy anal slut! Use me. Use my ass hard. Tell your friends. Tell them to come and watch me but make it quick. I want more people watching. I want all your friends to watch, Daddy. I promise I'll be a good slut and take it deep up my ass, just like you want. Use my ass... watch me... I want more - everyone -" Olivia was breathing heavily now. "I want you to watch me be a slut! I want to always be on display..."

Olivia turned to the computer, visible to her now that she had her back to the window. "Oh yes... Yes sir.... I'm exposing myself... while I fuck my own ass! Oh, all the way in my whore ass. Deep!" She bit her lip. "God I'm a fucking slut. My ass wants it! My pussy wants me to get fucked in the ass... I want to expose myself! I - I'm Olivia..." she stopped short of divulging further, but barely. She closed her eyes and started to fantasize.

Olivia was tied to a bench in her fantasy, in front of the window. Three men were inside her living room. One slapped her face, the other thrust his cock in her ass. Thirty people stood outside in her fantasy. No, make it fifty. She bit her lip again. How much of a slut was she, really? She was starting to like the fact that she didn't like anal. It made it so much more demeaning, being taken in the one hole she wanted to protect. The forbidden hole, the shit hole. She clenched her teeth and imagined in her fantasy that an older man was raping her in the ass, taking her forcefully. She hated it. It hurt and he was rude. But something about wishing it would stop, being powerless to stop it, made it that much more humiliating for her. Her heart throbbed and her blood coursed at a hundred miles an hour. Her face flushed and her chest warmed. Her fingers reached out for something to grab, but in reality she merely dug her nails into the flesh of her ass cheeks with each thrust. She fucking hated it, but she was hooked on the rush.

Suddenly, her fantasy was rudely interrupted by the alarm. "Fuckkkkk," she called out. She pulled away and knelt on the floor. "Fuck why?!" She laughed. Mike laughed too, over the computer.

"Okay, alarm again," Mike said, nudging her to the next part of her adventure.

"Wait..." she said. Quickly she grabbed the marker and paper and wrote out a couple words and taped the paper to the window.

"What's that?" Mike asked.

"It says - it says take pics and vids."

"Really..." Mike was stunned.

"I'm - I'm just too - I'm a soaking wet mess and I can't help it."

"Always making things interesting, adding to the dares again? What if someone..." He didn't need to finish. She knew he meant that someone could easily record her and post the picture or video online. Maybe they had already been recording her and she didn't even know.

"I know. Whatever. I don't care... not right now."

Olivia set about preparations for the final show. She picked up a medium plug from the side table and easily slid it into her ass. It was another gift from one of the guys online. She found it much easier to receive gifts now that she was away at college and didn't have to worry about her parents intercepting her packages. She had a couple sexy outfits and some toys sent to her, mostly the guys in Mike's group.

"Oh my God, there's like... fifteen of them," she laughed nervously as she turned to the computer and back to the window. She waved and smiled anxiously before kneeling down. "Okay guys," she said with a giggle. "I guess you're all going to get to watch me... do ass to mouth." She licked her lips, trying to get her brain to override thinking about the thing she was about to do - suck a dildo that had just been buried in her ass, and allow herself to be watched as she did it. Olivia closed her eyes, licked her lips and opened her eyes again. She stuck out her tongue and slurped it across just the tip of the dildo.

"Fuck, that's disgusting," she muttered. Olivia felt humiliated. Her face flushed, her heart pounded. Adrenaline kicked in. "So gross," she said and licked it again. "I can't believe I'm just - just - doing ass to mouth for - for that many people."

Olivia shuddered as she licked the tip again, closing her eyes briefly as she pressed forward, her lips sliding down an inch or two, her tongue working with her lips to wipe the lube and juices from her ass off of the toy. She shuddered again thinking about where she was putting her mouth, where that thing had just been. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her audience. As she did, she thought about how disappointed her parents would be if they knew she had taken to presenting herself this way - exposing her body, sending nudes to near strangers, humiliating herself for an audience at her apartment window. And now - performing ass to mouth even if ok some level def found it revolting. "I'm sorry I'm such a slut, mom and dad," she thought to herself. Then she lost control altogether, lunging forward, ramming the dildo into her throat.

How badly Olivia craved the humiliation! She wanted the audience to watch, wanted them to revel in her disgrace. She wanted them to know she was disgusted. She was a slut. She was pathetic. Hell, she had written it on herself. She slurped the dildo greedily as she forced it deeper, until her lips rested against the suction cup end and her palms lay flat against the window. Greedily, she forced it farther in, if that was possible, knowing that she was not pleasing it, and that she was using her own throat and humiliating herself completely. She knew through the suffering, the disgust and shame she would find the sensation she craved, the orgasm that formed the light at the end of her tunnel. She could practically taste it.

As she knelt, she used her throat roughly, sliding her lips down to the suction cup before pulling her head back until her lips barely touched the head of the dildo. Over and over again she repeated this maneuver, becoming faster and faster. Olivia tried to make it worse, make her throat raw. She deliberately tasted the grime that coated the dildo, thinking to herself that her ass mixed with lube and silicone was a taste only a whore would know. It wasn't quite repulsive, but the thought of what it was - she shit from that hole, just this morning in fact. And now here she was, fucking that same hole, fucking it and then slurping off whatever filth had coated its length, slurping it off with her tongue. It was unsanitary, unclean - and unmistakably arousing to do something so taboo, so wrong, so unhealthy. Her fingernails scraped the glass as she wished she could grab it - grab him, the personification of her dildo, and relax her throat, letting him thrust into her head, letting him fuck her throat.

At first he was a random college guy, the hot one from her intro to psych class. No, she didn't deserve that.... he was the bigger guy with curly hair from composition. No, no. He was the asshole she couldn't stand from high school. The one that dated her best friend but always hit on Olivia when his girlfriend wasn't around. He was such a jerk. A jock, not that bright. Probably wouldn't even understand composition, she thought. Wait, no, not him. He was a jerk but too good-looking. What about Mike? Someone older. Someone not as attractive. Someone who would use her, use her good.

Just when it was getting good, her alarm went off again. She didn't even remember setting it. Looking up as she backed off the dildo and stood, she could see at least three of them onlookers had their phones pointed at her. "Fuck, they're recording me..." Part of her wanted to run and hide, but the urge to perform, to get the orgasm she needed was too strong.

Olivia pulled the dildo off the glass. She picked one keg up and placed her foot high on the glass. After years of dance, she was quite flexible. She turned to the plug in her ass could be seen, took the dildo, and forced it deep in her needy cunt.

"There's my cunt for you," Olivia moaned. "That's it. Watch me fuck my cunt for you. Film me... I don't even care if you post the video... make me porn." She called out. She thrust it up her cunt hard, pounding herself. In and out, in and out she thrust as she moaned loudly. She closed her eyes and thought of Mike pounding her ass and cunt in front of the window. Fuck, she needed that. He's 34 years older, she thought. She knew she'd be quite the slut for giving her tender body and nineteen year old cunt away to someone so much older. But she'd give it away willingly, like it was nothing. Like she was worthless.

A distant horn snapped her back to reality and she began to speak again. "Do it. I want it. I want to be porn! I want you to all use me like a slut! Watch me, record me and - please! I want you to use and abuse my body. I want you to treat me like a whore! I - I want to be exposed. I - I want to be porn forever. For everyone! I want you to degrade me and use me like a slut!" Olivia closed her eyes. It wasn't Mike fucking her in this fantasy. It was all the guys from her audience. They took turns on her, they didn't give her any say or any choice. They talked about her like she was livestock, making decisions for her about who was using her and which hole.

"Don't even ask me, just - just - just take my holes. I'm just a set of holes! Just holes. Oghhhh," she moaned. She looked out. A couple more cameras were pointed at her. "Ohhhh post it, I don't even know where.... I want to be exposed like a whore!" Olivia didn't even know where this desire was coming from, but something in her was awakened, and she as seconds from cumming. She closed her eyes again. This time she was tied up in front of the window, the casual onlookers and normal-looking guys were gone. No, now she was being passed around by a different crowd. They were filthy. They were smelly, they were the only ones who wanted her.

All at once an enormous orgasm rocked Olivia and shook her to her core. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips on the dildo and looked into the crowd outside. "Ohhhhh I'm cumming - watch me cum for you - record me cumming, oh yes! That's it, save me... fuck it turns me on what you might do with those videos. Ohhhhhhh!" Olivia orgasmed hard again at the thought of the guys showing their friends, even posting the videos online. She fantasized about being a free use slut, setting her apartment number online and letting anyone who wanted use her body. Use her like the slut she was.

Finally Olivia took a deep breath, beginning to calm down. She looked outside. Nearly two dozen now watched her, mostly college age guys, but a few older guys and a couple women. She blinked her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, fuck, I - the window!" She scurried over and closed the window a few feet away.

"Fuck, they probably heard -" she stopped in her tracks as she looked at the computer.

"You begging for them to make you porn?" Laughed Mike.

"Yeah, something like that," a naked Olivia replied. She bit her lip and moaned as she pulled the clamps off her nipples, caressing them as the blood returned to inhabit them.

"It's not the people outside you ought to worry about," one of the guys on the computer joked.

"Yeah, we can record too," another said with a laugh.

"Oh - you wouldn't!"

"Make me porn, make me porn!" One mocked. "As you wish, slut."

"Fuck - okay, I mean. Okay. But like - I mean -"

"You already told us how much you wanted it." Another chimed in.

"Okay. Fine. Just don't put my name on it." Olivia blushed. She couldn't believe she was actually telling the guys to post her. Maybe she was just trying to shut them up. Maybe, though, she liked the idea. She just wasn't sure at this point.

"Okay, Olivia," Mike said with a laugh as he made sure to broadcast her name to the men in the group. "Hey, tell me - what was that fantasy you seemed to be having at the end?"

Olivia gasped. "No, no way!" She sat in her chair, making no effort to cover herself. Outside, the gathered crowd was getting the sense that she was finished and had dissipated. Olivia looked at the computer screen and giggled.

"Okay, fine. You can tell me later when it's just me. Did you have fun?" Mike asked.

Olivia smiled wide and nodded definitively. "Yeah. Lots. I, um... I really liked humiliating myself like that." She turned pink as she admitted that she liked that which any normal person would find much too off-putting.

"And being watched and seen? Fucking yourself, plugged, written on?"

"Yes," Olivia replied sheepishly, the shyness creeping back now that her arousal had subsided.

"Good. Now from now on, you are forbidden to wear anything more than a bra and panties when you are home alone. And no curtains on that window. You will display your body, even when you don't want to. You don't own it fully. You will share it with the public. For now you can still wear bras and panties, but nothing too covering, and you'll still attract loads of attention.

Olivia nodded. "Okay. Yes, I - I will do that, I know." She bit her lip a little and smiled ever so slightly at the computer. "And I - I have to go to the library - but -"

"Okay, go. I'll send you a date and time for your next adventure in a day or two." Olivia nodded and closed the laptop screen.

And yes, she did divulge her fantasy to Mike eventually. What was it? She was a free use slut, for anyone. Homeless men, dirty men, old men, obese men. She was tied, helpless. She was drugged, she'd never remember a thing. But it didn't matter, because she didn't matter. And she had only herself to blame, because she had agreed to it, craved it even. She had even posted everywhere - online and on several sheets of copy paper taped to the window. Just below her street address and apartment number, they read: "Free use, all three holes, all cocks welcome. No condoms, no questions asked. Restrained, ready and risky." They - quite frankly, anyone who wanted to - could literally do whatever they wanted to the poor girl and she was powerless to stop it. And that was just how she wanted it.

Revealing that fantasy would either be the dumbest thing she ever did or the key to never-ending bliss. Only time would tell.