The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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I am such a slut.
That's the first idea buzzing through my head when I sit at the back of the bus and casually unbutton my shirt, one button per stop. There's no reaction on the first stop. I start getting tingly and breathing a little heavily at the second one. Third one...makes it possible for any man walking by to stare down my shirt and my cleavage. That's when the stares and lingering glimpses start.
I can just feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I pretend to be staring out the window as one pair of eyes after the next goes past me eats up my cleavage. With the fourth stop in sight I slowly unbutton one more. My bra would be perfectly visible from the front if I sat straight and properly instead of leaning a bit to the window. It makes sure that if anyone's looking any closer, they're being perverts and in no way doing it by accident. Shifting in my seat a bit because their stares are getting me wet and achy, not that going out in a short skirt and no panties helps any.
Sometimes I wonder if I leave a big stain behind after one of these bus rounds, the horniness gets to me so easily. I press my tits together casually when an older guy passes by, almost visibly swallowing while staring at my lace bra, nipples getting hard beneath. Then a guy my age sits down next to me with an ”excuse me”.
He's so warm, his arm pressed up against mine. And he doesn't stop looking. His eyes are glued to my tits and I can't contain myself. I grab on the hem of my skirt, inching it up. I want him to keep looking. I want him to get hard. I want to show him more. Surely he's noticed my heavy breathing and lip-biting and and less than subtle skin-showing by now? He turns to look at the windows and pushes his hand on my left knee and I have to hold back a moan. Fuck.
I want more. I pull on his hand, up my thigh, slowly, when the bus goes into a curve and he's pressing me against the window. My hips buck just a little bit when his fingers reach my pussy, there's no way he can't feel the hair, the sticky wetness, the heat of it. He squeezes my thigh when the bus straightens up and he pulls away.
”I'm off at the next stop.”
I smile weakly and nod a bit. I want to spread my legs, I want him to look between them, touch, lick, everything. I'm almost pressed up against him when the bus pulls up at the next stop, we get up and step out. There's a moment of silence while the rest of the crowd walks further away from the stop, leaving just us staring at the timetable stuck on the wall of the stop.
”So you've been...for what, at least a week now...getting on that bus, undressing, teasing every man going home from work?”
”Yes.”
”Does it turn you on?”
I nod, aware I'm telling a complete stranger about my kink, with my shirt almost halfway open and my tits and bra on display.
”Anyone ever groped you while you're doing that?”
”...no.”
”Did you want them to?”
”Yes.”
He moves his hand on my left shoulder and leans in close. ”Wanna show me the rest of the show, you dirty girl?” It's a hot summer day, no one's around. I reach into my shirt and unhook the front of my bra, feeling my tits slipping out of the cups, fabric rubbing against my nipples. A look at him. His squeezing my shoulder pretty tight now. ”My place is right across the street. Let's go.” He moves his hand down to my waist, pulling me along.
I'm not protesting, or even sensibly worried, even when he's locking his front door behind us, showing me to his bedroom, sitting on his bed with a clear erection buldinging in his jeans. ”Take it all off, slut. Like you wanted to on that bus.” My shirt comes off my shoulders, bra following suit. His breathing picks up when my nipples come out in full, hard and pink. I squeeze them between my fingers, clit stiffening in full attention. ”Showing off a slutty body like that to all those commuters...bad girl, getting all those men hard.” He leans back enough to get his belt off and jeans unzipped. ”Making hard-working guys go home like this, shouldn't you take some responsibility?” He grabs on his shaft firmly and my knees start getting weak. ”Go on, you're not done yet, are you?”
He starts stroking slowly, up and down. I bite on my lip again and start working my skirt down, letting it drop to my ankles. Without being asked to I walk to his bed, sit down next to him and lean back until I'm lying on his bed, naked, and spread my legs for him. A moan comes out: he's in front of me, hard, stroking himself, while staring at my tits, my pussy, every last inch of skin. He gets on his knees, still stroking. Did his cock get bigger when I dropped my skirt? ”Spreading your legs like that, for free, too, some whore did I find” he smiles down at me while running his fingertips up and down my open slit. His fingers are getting drenched in my juices. I moan in reply. ”There a boyfriend?” a finger slides inside my pussy, no resistance whatsoever. ”Do you care? …or do you just want me to fuck that slutty pussy?”
My hips buck against his hand, another finger pushing in. ”Say it in your own words, sweetie” and a third finger starts stretching my hole. I look up, flushed.
”Please fuck my slutty pussy with your big cock!” A victorious smirk before he leans over me to dig in his drawer and pulls out a condom pack.
”The boyfriend better be grateful, hm?” He puts in on before smacking my clit with his cock, playfully. ”Maybe we should take a picture for him, what do you think?”
I can almost feel the flood of juices coming out of my pussy. The boyfriend's begged and pushed and begged some more that I let my inner slut out more, try other guys, try other cocks, tell him when I do.
”Phone's in my-” he's already getting up to dig it out of my skirt pocket, coming back to the bed and shaking his head in amusement
. ”He's got a girl like you, with a body like that, and now” he lifts the phone in an angle that makes it clear he's got the camera function ready to go, ”here you are, spreading your legs for the first stranger who asks. Aren't you a little whore for cock?” Instead of leaning over me he lies down on his back, camera still aimed at me. ”How about you start riding and tell your boyfriend how a strange man's cock feels inside you?” He's aiming the camera at me, his big cock hard and ready. I crawl over, tits swaying with every move, and get on my knees directly above the cock.
”Baby, you kept asking me to, and...I don't even know this guy's name, but his cock is this big and he wants to fuck me, so...” I'm getting turned on even more. I spread my pussy lips with my left hand, the right one on the stranger's check for support. Slowly I guide his cock in, letting moans come out freely, he's big and it feels so good. Once the whole length of it is in, the tip right up against my cervix, I look up at the camera and the guy holding it. ”It feel really, really good in my pussy, baby”, words coming out like from a pornstar, hips gently circling around this hard cock. ”I'm gonna cum on this guy's cock,” I start moving up and down on it, both hands against his chest, tits shaking, fuck I'm such a slut.
He moves his hips up and keeps thrusting into me, the camera on me the whole time. I've completely stopped holding back, my moaning bouncing off the walls, pussy making a very wet slapping noise as I move up and down and now my left hand groping my tits. He grabs on my ass, going faster, seeming determined to capture this slutty girl cumming on his cock right on video. I'm getting close, leaning back so he can see it better, tits bouncing and my mouth open: ”I'm cumming I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming-” and I'm screaming, hips and thighs shaking, pussy convulsing over and over, fuck it feels way too good, he's cussing and grabbing on my hip hard enough to leave marks, his cock's throbbing hard inside meI sluggishly lift my hips up, still shaking. His cock slips out of me and I collapse on the bed, catching my breath. I note he's blown his load into the condom.
”Like a fucking vice when she cums, huh?” he remarks to the camera before letting his hand drop. I can see the screen noting that the video file's been saved. I grab the phone from him, send the video to my boyfriend's e-mail address without any accompanying message and toss the thing on my clothers, still a pile on the floor, before climibing back on this stranger. No way one ride is going to be enoug
That's the first idea buzzing through my head when I sit at the back of the bus and casually unbutton my shirt, one button per stop. There's no reaction on the first stop. I start getting tingly and breathing a little heavily at the second one. Third one...makes it possible for any man walking by to stare down my shirt and my cleavage. That's when the stares and lingering glimpses start.
I can just feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I pretend to be staring out the window as one pair of eyes after the next goes past me eats up my cleavage. With the fourth stop in sight I slowly unbutton one more. My bra would be perfectly visible from the front if I sat straight and properly instead of leaning a bit to the window. It makes sure that if anyone's looking any closer, they're being perverts and in no way doing it by accident. Shifting in my seat a bit because their stares are getting me wet and achy, not that going out in a short skirt and no panties helps any.
Sometimes I wonder if I leave a big stain behind after one of these bus rounds, the horniness gets to me so easily. I press my tits together casually when an older guy passes by, almost visibly swallowing while staring at my lace bra, nipples getting hard beneath. Then a guy my age sits down next to me with an ”excuse me”.
He's so warm, his arm pressed up against mine. And he doesn't stop looking. His eyes are glued to my tits and I can't contain myself. I grab on the hem of my skirt, inching it up. I want him to keep looking. I want him to get hard. I want to show him more. Surely he's noticed my heavy breathing and lip-biting and and less than subtle skin-showing by now? He turns to look at the windows and pushes his hand on my left knee and I have to hold back a moan. Fuck.
I want more. I pull on his hand, up my thigh, slowly, when the bus goes into a curve and he's pressing me against the window. My hips buck just a little bit when his fingers reach my pussy, there's no way he can't feel the hair, the sticky wetness, the heat of it. He squeezes my thigh when the bus straightens up and he pulls away.
”I'm off at the next stop.”
I smile weakly and nod a bit. I want to spread my legs, I want him to look between them, touch, lick, everything. I'm almost pressed up against him when the bus pulls up at the next stop, we get up and step out. There's a moment of silence while the rest of the crowd walks further away from the stop, leaving just us staring at the timetable stuck on the wall of the stop.
”So you've been...for what, at least a week now...getting on that bus, undressing, teasing every man going home from work?”
”Yes.”
”Does it turn you on?”
I nod, aware I'm telling a complete stranger about my kink, with my shirt almost halfway open and my tits and bra on display.
”Anyone ever groped you while you're doing that?”
”...no.”
”Did you want them to?”
”Yes.”
He moves his hand on my left shoulder and leans in close. ”Wanna show me the rest of the show, you dirty girl?” It's a hot summer day, no one's around. I reach into my shirt and unhook the front of my bra, feeling my tits slipping out of the cups, fabric rubbing against my nipples. A look at him. His squeezing my shoulder pretty tight now. ”My place is right across the street. Let's go.” He moves his hand down to my waist, pulling me along.
I'm not protesting, or even sensibly worried, even when he's locking his front door behind us, showing me to his bedroom, sitting on his bed with a clear erection buldinging in his jeans. ”Take it all off, slut. Like you wanted to on that bus.” My shirt comes off my shoulders, bra following suit. His breathing picks up when my nipples come out in full, hard and pink. I squeeze them between my fingers, clit stiffening in full attention. ”Showing off a slutty body like that to all those commuters...bad girl, getting all those men hard.” He leans back enough to get his belt off and jeans unzipped. ”Making hard-working guys go home like this, shouldn't you take some responsibility?” He grabs on his shaft firmly and my knees start getting weak. ”Go on, you're not done yet, are you?”
He starts stroking slowly, up and down. I bite on my lip again and start working my skirt down, letting it drop to my ankles. Without being asked to I walk to his bed, sit down next to him and lean back until I'm lying on his bed, naked, and spread my legs for him. A moan comes out: he's in front of me, hard, stroking himself, while staring at my tits, my pussy, every last inch of skin. He gets on his knees, still stroking. Did his cock get bigger when I dropped my skirt? ”Spreading your legs like that, for free, too, some whore did I find” he smiles down at me while running his fingertips up and down my open slit. His fingers are getting drenched in my juices. I moan in reply. ”There a boyfriend?” a finger slides inside my pussy, no resistance whatsoever. ”Do you care? …or do you just want me to fuck that slutty pussy?”
My hips buck against his hand, another finger pushing in. ”Say it in your own words, sweetie” and a third finger starts stretching my hole. I look up, flushed.
”Please fuck my slutty pussy with your big cock!” A victorious smirk before he leans over me to dig in his drawer and pulls out a condom pack.
”The boyfriend better be grateful, hm?” He puts in on before smacking my clit with his cock, playfully. ”Maybe we should take a picture for him, what do you think?”
I can almost feel the flood of juices coming out of my pussy. The boyfriend's begged and pushed and begged some more that I let my inner slut out more, try other guys, try other cocks, tell him when I do.
”Phone's in my-” he's already getting up to dig it out of my skirt pocket, coming back to the bed and shaking his head in amusement
. ”He's got a girl like you, with a body like that, and now” he lifts the phone in an angle that makes it clear he's got the camera function ready to go, ”here you are, spreading your legs for the first stranger who asks. Aren't you a little whore for cock?” Instead of leaning over me he lies down on his back, camera still aimed at me. ”How about you start riding and tell your boyfriend how a strange man's cock feels inside you?” He's aiming the camera at me, his big cock hard and ready. I crawl over, tits swaying with every move, and get on my knees directly above the cock.
”Baby, you kept asking me to, and...I don't even know this guy's name, but his cock is this big and he wants to fuck me, so...” I'm getting turned on even more. I spread my pussy lips with my left hand, the right one on the stranger's check for support. Slowly I guide his cock in, letting moans come out freely, he's big and it feels so good. Once the whole length of it is in, the tip right up against my cervix, I look up at the camera and the guy holding it. ”It feel really, really good in my pussy, baby”, words coming out like from a pornstar, hips gently circling around this hard cock. ”I'm gonna cum on this guy's cock,” I start moving up and down on it, both hands against his chest, tits shaking, fuck I'm such a slut.
He moves his hips up and keeps thrusting into me, the camera on me the whole time. I've completely stopped holding back, my moaning bouncing off the walls, pussy making a very wet slapping noise as I move up and down and now my left hand groping my tits. He grabs on my ass, going faster, seeming determined to capture this slutty girl cumming on his cock right on video. I'm getting close, leaning back so he can see it better, tits bouncing and my mouth open: ”I'm cumming I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming-” and I'm screaming, hips and thighs shaking, pussy convulsing over and over, fuck it feels way too good, he's cussing and grabbing on my hip hard enough to leave marks, his cock's throbbing hard inside meI sluggishly lift my hips up, still shaking. His cock slips out of me and I collapse on the bed, catching my breath. I note he's blown his load into the condom.
”Like a fucking vice when she cums, huh?” he remarks to the camera before letting his hand drop. I can see the screen noting that the video file's been saved. I grab the phone from him, send the video to my boyfriend's e-mail address without any accompanying message and toss the thing on my clothers, still a pile on the floor, before climibing back on this stranger. No way one ride is going to be enoug
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