The Devil's Threeway Pt. 03: BBC

The Devil's Threeway III: BBC

Lying next to each other in his tiny bed, I could still feel Gabe's cum inside my asshole, a constant reminder of his plans for my body. Though sore all over from all the pounding over the past few days, my pussy could have been convinced to go one more time.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be horny again before next weekend," I said.

"Why don't you just skip?" He said.

"You know I'm paying for these classes," I said.

Already the distance between College Park and Baltimore seemed impossible, and I was planning to transfer next semester. While we talked in the afterglow of our orgasms, he stroked my dark chestnut hair, his eyes drifting down to my heaving breasts, easily my best feature. Large, without being oversized, curving without drooping (though who isn't self conscious about the effect of gravity).

It was only from the past few months of seeing Gabe that I had started developing any confidence about my appearance and kinks. Sure I knew I was pretty, but I need to be reminded. And though I spent most of my week studying, trying to shed the image of myself as a slutty, sex-crazed nympho only worth her body, there were times when I wanted to be used as though my body and my breasts were the only interesting things about me.

Gabe did more than understand me. He encouraged it. Already he had planned a weekend where we would start living out the fantasies breathed into each other during months of sex and dirty talk.

But I would have to wait...

"It's just syllabus day," Gabe said. "Usually I miss the first week..."

"A whole week?" I turned to look at him, incredulous. "Don't they take attendance?"

"I just pretend there's some issue with my schedule," He said absently. "I send an email on the first day of class, saying that I'm sorry that I have to drop the class due to a scheduling conflict, but I'd love to take it next semester. Then next week, I show up politely explaining that I was able to get into Spanish II at another time after talking to my advisor."

"That works?"

"So long as I do the assignments in the first few weeks, it gives a good impression I can ride the rest of the semester. Then I can skip a few classes near Thanksgiving."

"And what, you just fail?" I asked.

"I just make sure to read the book, and ask if I missed anything," Gabe said. "Why listen to a lecture when you could read a book, or watch something on youtube. I dunno, I guess I don't really see the point of the professor unless I have a particular question."

"Yeah, well some of us want to transfer out," I said.

"Right..." He said. "So you can get access to all those fancy books we have over here at Maryland."

"Maybe there's something you'd rather have access to," I said. "It would be nice to be closer."

"It would be," He said, kissing me.

We spooned for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"So I have to ask, how much of that was just dirty talk?" Gabe said.

"What do you mean?" I said, barely able to focus, I was already close to sleep.

"Are you still sure about bringing in some other partners?" Gabe said. "I don't want to rush you or anything."

"I told you - I trust you with it," I said, kissing him. "It's part of the fantasy not to know. I mean, you know my limits, but other than that."

"Okay," Gabe said. "If you're really ready..."

"I can't wait."

*****

I left before he woke up, needing a few hours to make it back campus. I spent the day in class struggling to focus, even though there was little other than an outline of the work. Though he was arrogant about it, he kind of had a point. Most of my teachers spent the better part of their lecture snobbishly bitching about different self-designed policies and due dates.

The entire day I thought about the night before, wondering what lay ahead for the weekend. Not that the days went by any quicker - until Thursday, when I got a text from Gabe.

I got you something. Just don't open it in public

What is it?

A wireless vibrator. It has a hundred mile range so I can control your orgasms from afar.

You're kidding.

I'm like a space-age wizard. Text me when you put it on tonight.

The day seemed to drag by longer than the others - partially due to me spending the day in panic worried about whether this would be the day my father decided to get curious about the package from Amazon on the porch. Living at home sucked - another reason I was desperate to transfer - but I just couldn't justify living on campus when my commute took thirty minutes.

Already, the fall semester seemed like a lifetime ago. Then college was new and overwhelming, the mistakes I made academically in High School still fresh in my mind. Facing down my first midterms, then my first finals, transformed me into a studious, anti-social bookworm. Now, with a 4.0 and fresh from a month-long break filled with sex and fun, school seemed less serious. The real problem became my emancipation rather than my education.

Of course, on his soapbox, Gabe took the position that any degree in liberal arts should be evaluated equally. That higher education was essentially a modern-day guild of gatekeepers requiring a toll for the shaky promise of a better financial future. I wasn't anywhere near as cynical, but considering my circumstances, weighing the fuzzy future of paying back thousands of dollars of student loans against the painful reality of living at home another three years - well that seemed like no choice at all.

I wonder what 18 year old has the capacity to pick differently.

I spent the day wondering what orgasms Gabe had planned for me, pining for the next time he would be able to actually reach out and touch me. Each class turned into an endless drone, with me checking my phone almost every minute. By the time I got to my car, only Gabe's control over my orgasms kept me from masturbating right there in the parking garage.

When I came home to find no package on the porch I suppressed a frantic moment of near panic, thinking my dad may have opened it. Steadying myself, I found it impossible to relax even after finding the box. From the floor the face on the box seemed to be winking at me from my dad's pile of shoes.

Relieved, I tore it open as I made my way to my bedroom, barely able to contain myself, ready to throw myself on the device. Examining the pink, silicon toy, there was a small insertable oval on one end. The other side was thinner, a small little flap attached in a kind of u-shape so that while the egg part stayed inside of me, this rigid end would work against my clit.

In my haste, I hit the button on the side, only to realize the vibrator needed charging. With an audible sigh, I plugged the USB cord into the computer, reading the instructions to find that I needed to wait at least two hours for the initial charge. I fell back on the bed, exhausted and horny, wanting more than anything to feel Gabe's hands all over me, making me into a tool for his pleasure.

There was something about that release, the freedom in serving his needs and forgetting myself. He could have asked me to do anything or anyone, and I hoped that he would. My thoughts turned to this weekend, to the unknown possibilities awaiting me.

I had ideas, some of them scary just to think, let alone request. There was some sort of block preventing me from picking precisely what would happen. I could never just request three guys, one in each hole, or to be fucked in front of a group, the crowd making comments about the stupid sluts they have up in Baltimore.

I knew it could never be truly organic, but I needed the illusion. If I was horny enough, I could let myself go, and I knew Gabe would be there afterwards to reassure me that he also loved these kinks. It didn't matter what happened, I would let him pass me around almost like a human sex doll, letting anyone fuck me in every hole until my body went limp.

After a long week, it was like placing everything into a few stolen moments, where I would exist as someone completely unlike myself in day to day life.

Someone much more real and raw.

We'd had so many talks, the basic outlines of rules, likes/dislikes, hard limits, and safewords. And while everyone's got their own comfort zone, mine came back to the surprise. There was something erotically imprinted in my brain about the first time he had taken me, right there on the dance floor, his fingers finding my clit through my dress. I remembered how he had invited a pledge to take my mouth as he fucked me from behind, not quite asking, more telling but giving me every chance to say no...

I wanted it again.

I rolled over, deciding to dig through the box for the manual. Instead I found a note, nothing flashy, just the kind of message Amazon lets you write on a small paper inside the box.

Dear Dannielle,

You're my pube shirt.

Gabe

It's an inside joke from a moment during our background show, 30 Rock with Tina Fey. Even in the expansive frat house with dozens of different rooms, common courtesy demands that those fucking with roommates blare a television show as loudly as human possible. Many times however, I'm sure even then my voice lifted over Tina Fey's.

The line comes from a game, it goes like this...

Would you rather spend your life alone or everyday be forced to wear a shirt made from pubes?

I suppose it's worth asking whose pubes...

It's a weird thing to swoon about, but I'll admit it, I spent a few minutes just blissfully laying in bed, thankful to have found someone who seemed to get me.

Somehow, after a few minutes of almost sinking into the mattress, I managed to rouse myself, finding the energy to finish my homework for the weekend while the toy charged too slowly in the open slot.

I texted, referencing the show.

I got your package Astronaut Mike Dexter.

A few dots appeared on the screen, indicating he was taking some time with the reply.

Are you ready for it?

Yes Daddy...

It took a few more moments, but soon enough we had synched up the device to his phone. There was a button on the curve so that I could manually adjust it, but I'd already decided to ignore that feature entirely. It was so much more sensual to think of Gabe stroking his cock fifty miles away, still deciding what would happen to me.

I'm going to let you cum once tonight. Then I want you to keep going until you are at the edge again. Tomorrow, on the drive up, I want that vibrator inside of you.

Yes Daddy. Anything you want.

I bounced up, tearing off my yoga pants and sliding under the covers. I barely needed any lube, my lips parting easily for the egg shaped device. I adjusted, putting the outside part in the exact right spot against my clit, then waited eagerly for Daddy to direct my desperate cunt.

Please Daddy, make me cum.

Put it inside of you.

And just after the ping on my phone, the toy began twirling to life.

I let out a stifled squeal. Even knowing this would happen there was that sudden surprise, erotic in how unexpected it came. Endorphins flooded down to my toes, the excitement settling into a building pleasure. I leaned back, adjusting again, unable to help myself from masturbating with the outer lap of the thing before I remembered to let Daddy do it.

Is it working? Does my baby girl feel it shaking inside her?

Already I could barely respond.

Yes Daddy...

I want you to think about what's going to happen to you tomorrow. What you'd actually be willing to do once someone removes the restraints. You're going to let yourself go completely. I choose what is going to happen to you.

I let out a loud gasp, already Gabe had produced enough to get me going, but I couldn't wait for the dots under his name to transform into more smut.

That's my pussy, my ass, my mouth, my tits. I'm going to show you off and share you. And as man after man uses you, as their cum drips out of your holes, down your breasts, drying slowly over your body, you're only going to say things like this:

Yes Daddy.

More Daddy, please give me more.

Thank you Daddy.

I flipped over on my stomach, moving my hips, writhing uncontrollably against the sheets. The toy beat a steady pulse, sending shockwaves up into my brain. I tried to focus, hearing the sound of my phone as I reached over.

My fingers somehow managed to work the screen. My breasts heaved underneath my shirt, each breath coming frantically. Only my complete obedience, drilled into me during the past few months, allowed me to finish the last message.

Can I cum Daddy?

It was a need, a sort of fidelity naturally occurring from the idea of belonging to him. If my pussy was really his, so was the orgasm. It allowed him to say no, denying it to tempt me into behaving exactly the way he wanted.

So I waited, desperate, needy, watching my phone, unable to relax enough to let it happen. My legs clenched together, my mind trying to hold back the tide.

Cum for me.

I let out a loud moan, needing to bite down on my pillow to muffle the sound. Silently, I trashed against my sheets, splaying myself all over the bed until the moment of satisfaction passed. For a minute or so, I almost felt sated, before the whirring in my pussy turned my bliss into another need.

But I would have to wait until tomorrow.

*****

I could barely sleep.

I probably should have just followed Gabe's lead and skipped my classes. It's not like I could pay much attention. Involuntarily I would squirm in my seat, my sex in a nearly permanent state of arousal. There were moments when the desire faded, but after the hour Gabe spent teasing me with it last night, there was very little holding back my licentious imaginings.

At times, I would react as though the toy inside of me had started up again by surprise, jolting upright and wriggling. It was as though my sleep-deprived body forgot I had put the vibrator back on the charger last night. There was something almost Pavolovian about the sudden starts and stops. And I had a wicked thought that Gabe was teaching me to exist constantly in a state of submissive lust.

It colored everything, turning each step, each look into something sexual known only to me. But there it sweltered, growing every second with my desperate need to cum...

Though I'm usually only into men, I found myself leering at this one girl in my American literature class. One of those ridiculously hot blondes that sometimes arose a little pang of jealousy, even though we were both cut from the same cloth.

Not to be arrogant, but we both had the type of figure to get away with wearing whatever in a hurry. With my libido still on overdrive, I kept glancing at her ass, the part almost visible as she bent over in those pants...

I wasn't just jealous.

I wanted her.

Fuck - I wanted the entire room. And as the professor spoke, a reasonably good looking guy with salt and pepper hair and beard, my thoughts were consumed with elaborately depraved fantasies. I thought about him bending me over the podium, led up there by that hot petite blonde girl. I wanted her to strip me naked, helping the instructor spank me until they both took turns ravishing my body.

Then I wanted her to prancing up and down the aisle, telling everyone to take their turn with this desperate, dirty slut. I imagined some of the girls leaving in disgust, while dozens of men used me, taking turns in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, until every hole, every bare inch of my skin stood covered in their cum.

Then she would kiss me...

I must have been staring because the blonde's eyes met mine. Flushed, I looked away, trying to conceal thoughts no one would actually assume. The rest of the day crept by in the same fashion, with me trying to stamp down thoughts of being ravished, all the while wondering what exactly Gabe had planned for me this evening...

Not that everything was on the table. We had discussed some limits. I didn't really want dozens of men to use me, nor did I want to be put at risk of anything. There were some fantasies I had, risky and wanton enough to belong exclusively in the realm of imagination,

Provided I could keep them there.

By the time I started driving to College Park, any sort of restraint had been ceded completely to Gabe. I had used a douche to clean my ass out before placing the egg in my pussy, expecting at any minute the surprising shock of it vibrating to drive me off the road. But he didn't start it, leaving me to derive the small pleasure from sitting and adjusting in the seat. I could have cum in an instant, all it would have taken was a few fingers, a few seconds. But I kept my eyes on the road, pulling into the restaurant nearest to the frat.

Terry's Diner was a hole in the wall, specializing in the greasy fried food that hung-over frat boys depended on the morning after. Each step proved an adventure. Even wrapped in layers to combat the January weather, I needed to squeeze my legs shut, concerned that the wrong step might cause the vibrator to slide out of my aching pussy.

Gabe looked up from his phone at the end of the diner, rising to give me a brief kiss as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. With the toy still inserted in my pussy, we caught up as though nothing else was happening.

"Sounds like I was right about skipping the week," Gabe said.

"Not really," I answered. "I had one quiz on Thursday..."

His hand went back to his phone.

"Did you have fun last night?"

"Yes Daddy..." I said softly, not wanting to be too loud.

There were a few other people on the other side of the eatery other than the waiter. They looked like pretty college girls.

"Are you ready for tonight?"

"God yes..."

He hit the button on his phone, and my hands clutched the table, trying to keep myself steady. I let out a stifled groan, my thighs rubbing together as I tried not to hear the small sounds emanating from between my legs.

"Is something wrong?"

My face reddened, my eyes staring down at my lap, wishing he would stop before someone else noticed.

"Didn't you want dessert?" His hand went over his head, waving at the waiter.

"No you can't!" I hissed.

"Excuse me, waiter?" He called.

I tried to grab at the phone, only to become all too aware of the difficulties in moving with the egg vibrating inside of me. I shrank back down, my hands disappearing between my legs, trying to clamp down on the whirring climbing up my cunt, radiating through the rest of my body.

"Please, Gabe, no!"

I looked away, ready to be exposed as an inconsiderate slut, not able to meet our waiter's eyes as he approached. I waited to be admonished, or at least scorned by a sneering look. Because more outrageously, I played along with the fantasy, grinding my ass involuntarily to cause the flap to rub faster against my clit.

Just as the man stepped in front of us, the noise stopped, the vibrator cut off at the last possible second. I looked up sheepishly, only to have Gabe smirk back.

"We were ready for dessert," Gabe said sharply.

It was a little out of character. Gabe was uncommonly kind to the single serving friends in his life: call centers, Uber drives, waiters. He had this wish to make the day just a little better for people with terrible jobs. But there was a tone to his voice, something impatient.

"Yes sir, what can I get for you."

"I'll have the apple pie," Gabe said. "And the lady will have...."

He hit the button again on his phone.

There was no denying what was happening. The buzzing rattled around the booth, the waiter looking right down at my lap where the toy clambered.

I'm sure the stupid, surprised look on my face did more to give it away, along with my panting, uncontrolled breath.

"Go ahead, tell him honey..." Gabe said. '

I looked up, finally taking in the man watching me in this display, my eyes barely able to focus. He was black, well-built with short dark hair and a pencil thin goatee.

His name tag read Anthony.

"Tell him," Gabe repeated, a little more firmly.

I opened my mouth, only for a small moan to spill out instead of anything.

"Just tell me what you want," Anthony said, his dark eyes narrowing on me. "Whatever it is the lady wants..."

"I'm sorry, she seems a little distracted," Gabe said. "You can have anything you like, Dannielle. All you have to do is open your mouth and suck down whatever he gives you."

"Do you want some chocolate?" Anthony said. "I'm sure I could find something for you in the back."

There was no mistaking that.

"Fuck..." I whimpered, trying to clamp my legs together.

"What do you want?"

"To cum..." I let out meekly.

Gabe reached across the table, placing his thumb against my lips. Desperately I sucked on Daddy's digit in front of this stranger, letting out moans like a desperate porn star.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry," Gabe said. "You haven't done anything to earn a cummy yet."

"Yes Daddy," I said.

"How do you think you're going to earn your orgasm?"

"He's going to fuck me..." I said stonily.

Anthony let out an awkward laugh.

"I told you," Gabe said.

"You weren't kidding about her man," he said.

"Please," I said, looking up at the stranger. "Please fuck me and let me cum."

Gabe reached into his pocket, pulling out a magnum condom and dropping it onto my plate.

"Hold onto that slut. You'll need it for later tonight,"

Mortified, I reached into my bowl, quickly shoving the condom into my purse before anyone would see.

"Anthony doesn't really have time for your pussy right now," Gabe said, looking at his phone. "Just go to the bathroom."

All I could do was nod as Anthony reached down, grabbing my hand, leading me away. Gabe hit the button on his phone, the vibrator stopping mercifully, my mind able to focus now that every moment wasn't directed towards stopping my impending climax.

"Oh and Danielle, don't swallow until I get to see what a good girl you've been."

I don't know how I managed to stand up, how I allowed myself to be promised to a stranger and led docilely away. I suppose by this point, any good sense left in my brain had been boiled by lust. I looked around, imagining that the people in the entire diner were watching this large, imposing man lead me towards the bathroom.

I barely had the chance to look around, thankfully seeing no one but two college aged girls, and a group of teenage boys drinking coffee.

I just had time to make eye-contact with one of the girls. The blonde seemed to ignore me, her head cocked back to laugh almost viciously. Worse was the look on the other girl, that disdainful stare from that insanely beautiful face. She was African American, though a little lighter than Anthony, with kinky black hair that came down to her shoulders in wavy curls.

Her cold, knowing look did it to me. There was so much judgment in her eyes that it let some of the worst parts of my imagination run wild. There was this idea that she knew exactly what I was doing. That the two of them were laughing at what a whore I was. That she was judging me for being some kind of homewrecker, a used up white whore that craved black cock so bad that she'd take it from anyone, anywhere...

I'd like to think that if a family had appeared, I would have balked at being taken like this - but in reality I was too far gone to resist. I could feel the dripping excited wetness seeping down my legs. Part of me wished Anthony would take me right then - the wet, aching part.

He reached the bathroom in the back, letting down my hand to hold the door open. I ducked under his arm, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart. The bathroom was dingy and dirty, but not quite filthy. Clearly a slapdash effort to tidy up had been made to accomodate me. The room smelled of Pine-Sol, and the floor and toilet seemed freshly cleaned,

Still... even if not disgusting, it was a public bathroom.

And I could barely swallow as I thought about what I was going to do.

"Get on your knees," He said. "Quickly, I don't have much time."

How easy it was becoming to obey. The intellectual part of my brain shut off, letting me sink down to my knees on the hard linoleum. He adjusted me a little, pulling my hand forward so that I could feel the bulge in his pants before I saw it.

I let out a large gasp, my hand unable to figure out just where his dick ended. With a quiet laugh, he unzipped his pants, his dick nearly slapping me in the face as it bounced out.

All I could see was his dick, impossibly big, with a large vein and a discolored pink head. Almost inspecting it, I didn't understand how it could possibly fit inside my mouth, let alone my pussy or ass. Gabe was big, but Anthony must have been nearly twice his size. It dangled down in front of me, angled down, ready for my attention.

I simply didn't know where to start.

"Get to it slut," Anthony said. "We have customers."

I reached out a hand, gingerly closing it around the wide shaft. Tentatively, I started stroking him, taking that crucial first step in submitting to another man. He was so big, growing as I worked him. And with a wide-eyed surprise, I realized he wasn't even all the way hard yet. His cock sprang up, the pink head angled up towards my lips, inching closer to my mouth.

It wasn't enough for him.

He reached around to the back of my head, pulling me forward, not quite forcing me down onto his erection. I just had time to open my mouth, trying my best to avoid my teeth even as he stretched my lips open to accommodate his head. It plunged into my throat, filling me up entirely, causing me to gag. It took me a few seconds to calm down, quieting the reflexes in my throat as I did my best to relax.

He pulled down, then rammed himself back in quickly. For nearly a minute, he repeated the process, bucking his hips back and forth to slowly fuck my face. He went faster and faster, driving more and more dick inside of my open throat. I could feel him, pushing past any point I'd ever taken before. Serenely, I submitted myself to his will, letting him force it deeper and deeper as I focused only on his pleasure.

Looking down, I realized he was nearly two-thirds of the way down my throat.

Something about seeing him nearly all the way inside of me caused me to react. I let out a cough, then started to choke. I pulled back, a trail of saliva clinging to the head of his cock while still staying attached to my lip. I let out a few more coughs, wishing for a glass of water before returning to the blowjob.

He let me relax, his dick wet from my efforts, easily sliding down my throat. I forced myself to breathe, wanting to prove myself by taking every inch of his incredibly long tool. Sputtering, fresh from a coughing fit, I teared up a little, choking a little, somehow managing to take more and more.

Then the buzzing started, the familiar tingling beginning to build up again.

It was all I could do to open wide enough. His girth practically pried my lips open, keeping me from doing anything other than acting like an open hole for his pleasure. I shook, the vibrator driving me wild, forcing me to pull back, unable to focus on both my body and his. His dick bounced out of my mouth, rubbing against my cheek as he thrust forward.

His hands moved to my mouth, already absently open, guiding me back to lick the head of his cock. He let me work for a minute, slurping up and down the sides, using my tongue to lick the part in his tip. Then his hands went down to my shoulders, clenching there gently before gripping one hand tightly around my neck.

Then he ploughed forward.

"That's it, suck it bitch," He growled. "All the way, you can take it."

I gagged, again and again before finally accommodating him, somehow able to tolerate inch after inch until my nose just barely grazed the beginning of his pubic hair. He pulled me forward, fucking my mouth like a pussy, encouraging me with his deep, dark comments.

"There you go. That's what you need, huh? A big black cock in your mouth?"

I muffled my agreement, bobbing down, trying to take some of the edge out of each thrust.

"You wanted this inside your pussy," He said. "You'll get it later tonight. Me and a few friends are going to take turns in every one of your holes."

I moaned, my legs spreading apart, one hand running down below my belly button until it found the protruding piece of the toy inside of me. I started rubbing my clit desperately, the thought of what I was doing taking a real root in reality. I was in the women's bathroom, sucking a stranger, suppressing not my revulsion, but the overwhelming need to orgasm.

"I'm gonna nut," Anthony said. "God, your Daddy trained such a good cock sucker. I can't wait to fuck you."

He kept up his relentless rhythm. The knowledge that it was nearly over was the only thing keeping me going. The beginnings of tears spilled down my face, my nose started stuffing up, struggling to continue providing a steady flow of oxygen. In and nearly out he went, using me, until my eyes closed, becoming aware only of the wonderous pleasure from my pussy and the loud gurgling sounds spilling out of my mouth.

I didn't quite feel the first shot, even as it hit the back of my throat.

"There you go, there's your cum," Anthony said. "Don't swallow, save it."

He pulled back, nearly all the way out, letting the rest of his load land on my tongue. I could barely taste it, feeling instead the large pool of semen collecting in my mouth. I imagined myself looking comical, with chipmunk cheeks that bulged out from the cum.

But I was unable to stay perfectly still and some of it slid down my throat. Reacting, I rocked back onto my heels, nearly toppling before I collected myself.

And like a gentleman, he helped me up.

"There you go, show me," He said.

Slowly, almost like a kid forced to show that they swallowed, I stuck out my tongue, covered in his jizz. Some of it dribbled down my lips and onto my chin.

"Such a natural slut for black cock," Anthony said. "Now go show your Daddy what a good girl you've been."

There was so much cum inside my mouth, even with what I had swallowed. I tried not to save the rest on my tongue, knowing that some of the creamy, salty sweet liquid was sliding already down my throat. Even so, there was a large portion leaking out of my lips..

I rose up to my feet, steadying myself, my knees weak and aching from the hard floor. With my legs wobbling, I used the door handle to steady myself, pulling it open quickly, ready to rush back to the table. I flung open the door...

And saw the other woman in the dinner standing, her legs squeezed together, waiting for me to finish pleasing this stranger. The black girl was even prettier up closer, her eyes dark, piercing almonds. She had a slender, much taller figure, with smaller breasts that nonetheless curved just right and a wider waist that I'm sure promised a much plumper ass than mine.

At first the woman had no reaction, unsure of what was happening. I stood frozen, thinking about speaking, about explaining myself...

Through a mouthful of cum.

Because as I opened my mouth, more of it dribbled down in a drop, forcing me to keep my lips closed. Even with the semen spilled down my lip, I thought I might be able to slide past her to the relative safety of the table.

Then Anthony explained the situation with his presence.

And while I stood there mortified, he elbowed his way past us both, offering no explanation before returning to work.

"Wow," The girl said, turning to call back to her friend. "You really couldn't wait huh?"

"See, I told you she was a slut Sarah!"

The voice rang out through the diner, causing me to turn a bright crimson. Now the entire place knew...

And I just stood there, mortified.

"Well, you done sucking dick in the bathroom?" She said. "Or will the rest of the staff get a turn?"

I wanted to explain, only what could I say? What would justify my shameless display of sexuality? Beat red, I rushed past her, hearing her laugh loudly while my eyes stayed riveted to my feet, ready to cry.

But I did not swallow - I hadn't been given permission.

I did my best to keep it together, to stop myself from running screaming from the dinner. The toy started again and I almost toppled, barely able to keep my balance, slowing my retreat and flipping on my erotic switch. All at once mortified and strangely aroused by her judgmental, knowing stare, I made my way to the seat, barely able to meet Gabe's eyes.

"Show me," He said.

Blinking back tears, I opened my mouth, feeling the semen swishing around my tongue, almost like I was gargling. And despite the disgrace, my pussy ached with anticipation, feeding off of my humiliation.

The novelty of my new place still scared me, almost as much as my willingness to submit to any act my Daddy outlined. Even the shame, ridicule, everything fueled my desire.

I was so turned on I would have done anything.

I wanted to be slutty. I needed to be fucked like a porn star, to feel as sexy and wanted as they were. More than that, I wanted to outperform them, to prove my allure by showing myself off as nothing more than a sex object. Too much of my life had been consumed by fears, judgement, and worries. Right now, completely in control of Gabe, someone who understood the depths of my depravity, all of that disappeared.

So I held open my mouth, anxiously wanting Gabe to be satisfied, so that I could leave without having to face down anyone else. I gave in completely, submitting fully to anything.

But he wasn't done.

"Gargle his cum," Gabe ordered.

Loudly, the sound came up from the bottom of my throat. I arched my neck back, displaying myself as the girl came out of the bathroom.

For a second, I broke my concentration, sputtering a little at being caught in the act. Out came a few drops, landing on the plate in front of me. A mixture of saliva and semen landed on a small piece of cake ordered for me, leaving a trail on the plate.

The woman stopped and stared, shaking her head, giving me the same look of pure scorn.

This time, I didn't take it.

Defiant, I held my head back, gargling again, looking directly at the woman as she walked briskly past.

"Good girl," Gabe said. "You can swallow now."

It took two gulps to swallow it all.

"I ordered you dessert," He said. "Finish it and we can leave."

Quickly, I dug my fork into the cake, not really tasting the semen. In less than a minute, I had swallowed it, leaving only a few crumbs and a few spots of cum on my plate.

Only that wasn't enough.

"Lick it clean," Gabe said. "I want you to finish every drop."

I was too far gone now to disobey.

I picked up the plate and took my tongue to it, devouring every last trace of cum like a desperate bitch. The tingle reached a tipping point, my orgasm ready to burst beyond my control. I closed my eyes, still holding the plate close to my face, still tasting strange cum. I started to shake, ready to finally climax.

"Good girl." Gabe said. "Let's go."

He touched his phone and the toy went silent, leaving me again right on the edge, desperate enough to do anything.