Agoraphilia

AGORAPHILIA: Arousal from open spaces or having sex in public places

I had graduated from university a year before with a degree in fine art which meant I could either get my masters and teach or I could go back to my home town western Washington and get a low paying job that would let me have time to do my own work. Needless to say I was now working at a 24 hour copy place and struggling to find my own artistic voice while living in a dumpy little garage apartment.

The town I live in is about medium size and the only thing it has going for it is that it is only 40 minutes or so from Seattle so a lot of people live here and commute. Since I am a night owl and the shift pays more I volunteer for the graveyard shift getting off of work at 5am. The graveyard shift is usually easy, very little costumer service after 2am, mostly I spend the night watching the machines pump out tons of printed, collated and bound presentations with little help from yours truly. This gives me lots of time to sketch and chat with the few people who do make it in that late.

The highlight of my week was always when She came in. I didn't know her name but I knew everything about how she looked and I had a section in my sketch book just for her. Shockingly tall for a woman at at least 6 ft tall, a good three inches taller then me, she was blonde and built. Most people might try to dismiss her as just fat but I know anatomy and I could see when she moved how much muscles there were under the soft fatty flesh that made her sexy and curvy.

She was always dressed in the most sensual clothing I could imagine, leather pants or skirts that were obviously made for her and usually a slinky tight fitting top, sometimes a merry widow under a leather jacket. Most of all she always wore boots, I had seen her in a variety of boots but all with something in common, they were all at least knee length, black leather and dangerously sexy.

Tonight she was wearing a black leather mini skirt over fishnet stockings and tight scarlet top that clung to her large full breasts the way I wish I could. And the boots, oh man I was trying not to be too obvious about staring but it was hard not too, tonight they were knee high, shined as glossy as sin and done up with wild silver clasps that brought handcuffs and chains to mind.

For the first time since she had been coming into the store the machine she was using decided to paper jam and I was beside her before she could even look towards the desk for help. The boots had a good two inch heel on them making her at least five inches taller then me and I was so turned on I was just hoping my baggy shirt would hide my hard cock trying to tent my tight jeans.

"C-c-can I help you m-m-miss?" I stuttered.

She looked me up and down slowly and I had the feeling she could see my cock straining against my Levi's even with my baggy ‘I haven't had sex in so long I forget who gets tied up' T-shirt covering me. I wanted to drop to my knees in front of her and beg her to let me help her.

"This damn copier is eating every other piece of paper I run, I am about to kick the shit out of it." Her voice was husky, sexy and obviously pissed off.

I dropped to my knees, sadly in front of the Xerox machine and not before her and opened the front hatch. She was standing very close to me, just inches away when anyone else would have stepped back a few feet. As I began to pull papers out and reset things I felt her booted foot against my ass and I stopped moving, holding my breath, hoping I would not cum in my pants right there and then.

She leaned over me and whispered in my ear "You like that don't you little boy? I see you watching me all the time and staring at my boots. I bet you would love to lick them wouldn't you."

I looked up at her and stuttered, "How d-d-did you kn-know th-that, that?" Om god could she read my mind, could everyone see my desires so clearly?

"Silly little boy, that is what I do for a living, I dominate men who pay me and I also sell videos of myself dominating sweet young things like you." She reached past me closing the hatch on the copier and clicked the buttons to start it back up, she had obviously not needed my help.

I waited for her to back up and then got unsteadily to my feet. Before I could say anything she reached out and put her hand against my cock and gave a squeeze. "I could tell the minute I saw you that you were begging to be dominated like a little slut. I am looking for a new little slave to do videos with and I might consider you if you prove you can take it."

She let go of my cock and reached past me to pick up her copies pushing me against the machine. "Don't say anything. If you seriously want to find out if you are what I am looking for be at the end of the Gantry street road in Landlont Park where it touches up against the hill side at 5:15 this morning, if you don't show or are even late you will never get another chance."

She turned around and was out of the shop before I could say a word but I realized she had not taken her originals from the machine or paid for her copies. I took the originals out of the sorter and paid for her copies out of my own pocket. I began to read what I now realized was a catalog for videos. A dozen blurbs telling about the things Mistress She did to people in her videos.

I went in the back of the shop where I could have some privacy but still look out through the two way mirror and began to read about how she dominated different men and even in two of her videos a couple of women, brief descriptions of types of bondage and the outfits she wore filled the pages and I wanted to masturbate more then anything but I knew I would be showing up in the park soon and I wanted to save it for Mistress.

One of the two people who come in at 5 arrived a few minutes early so I made an excuse and ran out of there and was in my car and heading for the park before the clock struck 5am. I drove down Gantry St until I saw the turn into the park and found the road she was talking about, following it back to the hillside I found a small parking alcove and saw that her mustang was already there but I could not see her anywhere when I first pulled in.

I got out of the car and walked towards her car when I saw her sitting on picnic table by the a dense group of trees, she didn't wave me over or smile, she just sat there watching me with her smokey eyes. I walk up to her and notice in dawn light that the mild chill has made her nipples stand out hugely.

I walk up to her and open my mouth to speak when she tells me in a voice that brooks no argument "Be quite. Not one word or this over, if you want to play you have to play by my rules, if you are willing to do everything I say then nod your head"

I find myself nodding without thought and as she gets up and walks towards the woods I follow until we reach a clearing with one of the small ornamental street lights that are scattered throughout the park and another picnic bench near it. On the bench is a large black canvas tote bag.

She went to the bench and sat on the seat with her legs a little bit apart and points to the ground in front of her. "Knees." She didn't shout, didn't raise her voice but I found myself running to get there as fast as I could. I look up at her and see that she has taken a stop watch out of the bag. "You have exactly 5 minutes to bring me to an orgasm that will convince me you are worth training as my newest sub."

She spread her legs and I saw that she did not have any panties under her skirt and most of her beautiful full pussy mound was bare except for a dark gold patch just above the lips. She grabbed my head and pushed me between her legs as I heard the stop watch click, she must over put it around her neck or on the bench near me because even with my head buried between her legs I could hear it ticking.

She lifts her legs up onto my shoulders and wraps them more firmly around my head, I feel as if I am suffocating, drowning, between her legs and the feeling is amazing. The juice is flowing from her pussy as I lap at it, flicking my tongue first fat then slower. I use long slow licks from the top of her now swollen pussy to the base and then I switch to quick hard flick on her round hard bean size clit.

I can tell she likes to have her clit worked hard because she squeezes me tighter between her thighs and wraps her fingers into my hair pulling it as she pushes me deeper. I purse my lips and start to suck on her clit, sucking hard and then I nip it.

She begins to grind her dripping pussy against my face, flexing her hips and raising herself to my greedy mouth. I hear her voice muffled by the abundant flesh wrapped around my head. "Oh yeah bitch, lick that pussy like it is your last meal, make me cum, make me cum boy you only have a few more minutes. You better suck that clit like you mean it you cunt licking whore."

Those words drive me insane, I can not believe how much hearing her call me names is turning me on. I suck harder and flick it with my pointed tongue at the same time. She starts to cum, grinding my face into her cunt even harder. "Oh yeah you fucking bitch dont you stop sucking that little clit til I tell you... fuck yeah, oh yeah, suck it good bitch,"

I realize that she is a squirter, I have heard of it happening but never felt anything like it before. As she came still grinding away at me my face was covered with her juice and I could feel it running down my chin and even soaking into my shirt. I started to pull back and she pulled me back to her.

I realized that she was fucking my face, she was grinding my chin against her pussy and so I latched onto her clitty again and sucked with all my might. "Oh you fucking little bitch, yeah you better make me cum again if you want to see daylight again slut.' I would have sucked and licked her amazing pussy for hours if she had just let but as her second orgasm finished shaking her she pushed me away from her.

I lay sprawled on the damp ground before her wondering what she will do me next and praying that she will not get up and leave me there so hard and desperate to serve her. I wanted to beg her to let me worship her but I knew without a doubt that one word from me and this amazing thing would end.

She gave me a wicked look. "Oh you have a dirty face little boy, I think you are a very very bad boy... maybe you need a spanking. Get up and strip then lean over the end of the table like a good little bitch."

I scramble to my feet and strip off my clothes as fast as I can then lean over the end of the table feeling the wood pushing against my crotch in my boxer shorts. "Stupid slut! I told you to strip, that means everything." I feel her hand on my neck pushing me down as she reaches over me into the bag still on the tabletop.

I hear a flick that can only be a switchblade and I am scared and strangely excited at the same time, then I feel the blade hook the side of my shorts and slice them cleanly. A quick flick of her wrist and the other side slices clean away. "When I say strip I mean Strip."

I am shivering now, the rush of fear from hearing the knife open beside my head and the arousal all driving me insane.

I wait for her to start spanking me, my cock pressed hard against the table edge until finally. . .

SMACK

SMACK

Her hand rains down on my ass over and over pushing me harder into the table. I did not think anyone could spank that hard with a bare hand and as I began to get use to it I thought maybe it was not so bad. That was when I felt her reach into the bag again and pull out a leather paddle.

SLAM into my ass it went and felt tears begin to trickle down my face after the tenth or so blow with the paddle, I was biting my lip to try to keep from crying out. I know my ass and thighs must be flaming red because I can feel the heat of them. Finally after losing count of the blows, with tears flowing down my I whimper and let out a single sob.

The blows stop and I am terrified that my noise has made her quit and that I would be left there, hard cock, swollen red ass and no one to serve. Finally after what seems like forever she runs the paddle softly over my burning ass and thighs and nudges my balls as they hang between my legs.

"Oh poor baby boy does your pretty little bottom hurt?" She asks in a mocking baby voice. I feel her hand on my ass, stroking my ass crack and I nod with tears running down my face, afraid even to breath. Hoping and fearing what might come next. "Will you give yourself to me completely little man?" Her voice is now serious and I know the wrong answer will end everything.

She pushes her body against my ass and again reaches into the bag this time pulling out a few things and pushing my head down to the table, telling me to stay put. She moves back a little and I feel her hand begin to slide up and down my asscrack again until I feel her finger, slick with lube, begin to tease my puckered hole. I send up a silent prayer that she is not so cruel as to violate me without lube.

I am ashamed to admit it even to myself but I want her to go farther, to dominate me totally and force me to take what I have only fantasized about before. And yet I still gasp and feel tears trickle sown my face as two of her fingers violate my ass in one swift move.

Her fingers stoke me quickly until I feel yet another finger force its way into my virgin ass. "You little ass slut, you fucking bitch, you love to have me fuck your pretty little hole, your little boy cunt is all mine." She laughs as I whimper and try to lift my head to nod despite my shame.

She pushes my face down on the table again and then pulls out her fingers. "Dont you move you worthless bitch, you stay right there with your puckered little boycunt open for me... you feel empty now don't you?"

I want to sob as I feel her remove all three fingers from my ass, I am so hard and I can not stand the empty feeling that is left behind. Suddenly I feel something hard and cold press against asshole and instinctually start to clench down but feel a huge slap. There is no more laughing tone, instead I hear real menace in her voice and it sends chills down my spine

"Open up boy or you will regret it for a long time cause my toy is going in your ass one way or another." I try to open for her as she pushes the hard cold plastic deeper in me.

I feel as if I am being torn apart, I had thought the heat on my butt and thighs was bad but nothing compared to the burning heat of my asshole being pushed mercilessly open. I try to breath deep and relax and then I feel the broadest part slide in and flat base come to rest against my asshole as it tried to close around the smaller stem.

"Such a nice toy for my little bitches cunt, do you feel full now you worthless whore?" She demanded and I nodded without lifting my head off the table. "Now that is just a small little toy, if I decide to keep playing with you bitch you will learn to take two or three times that much and beg for more in you little boy cunt. Maybe I will strap on a great big dildo and rape your pretty little ass until you don't know whether to beg me to stop or to never stop."

I feel her hand in my hair pulling me up and then I feel the butt plug shifting in my ass as I move. She gives me that evil grin and tells me to walk to edge of the trees and back slowly. I am afraid that someone will see so I look at her beggingly only to feel her slap my face twice. "Do it NOW." She demands and I find myself walking slowly to the edge of the clearing and back.

As I walk back I see that she has turned her back to me and has her skirt up showing me her big round ass. As I get closer she never even looks over her shoulder just says, "Worship my ass bitch."

I drop to my knees, the position making the plug feel even more intense in my ass. I love when she calls me names and I want to prove to her I am good enough to worship her ass so I begin to lick all over her big ass cheeks and then I spread them wide and begin to lick her crack. She wiggles her ass in my face and I feel her puckered hole under my tongue and begin to lick like a man possessed.

"Fuck that hole with your tongue you whore." I don't need to be told twice, I dive my tongue deep in her hole and use it like a little penis. I fuck and lick her asshole with my tongue until I think I will never be able to move it again and then I feel that she is close to an orgasm so i cup her mound and dart my tongue a few more times. I feel her shake and then feel her juices cover my hand. I lift it to my mouth and begin to lick her juices off of it.

She spins around and knocks me onto my ass on the damp muddy ground. "You wish you could put that worthless cock in me don't you cunt." She stares at my cock which is not swollen and so red I think if I even blew on it it would burst. I lay there at her feet and then I feel this amazing shock and passion as she lifts her fabulous boot up and lays it on my cock.

"Oh yes little cuntboy, I could smash you to dust or I could make you cum"

I just lay back afraid to move as she lightly grinds my cock into my belly, the site of her boot on me like that makes me lose control and I find myself cumming torrents. My orgasm seems to go on and on and I am laying there shaking as she moves her boot off of my cock.

I lay there shaking totally spent and she tells me to roll over and put my face down in my hands in the mud, of course I do it. "Fucking the mud, yeah little slut, that is all your cock is worth, the bottom of my boot and the mud." Right then I would have fucked the cold mud for her if I thought she wanted it.

"Stay there until I tell you that you can move" I hear her packing up her bag and moving around and finally she says, "Keep your eyes shut, You did pretty good cuntboy, now if you are really lucky you will find your clothes at the edge of the trees, if not you will have to drive home naked. Oh and keep the plug as a gift. If I decide I want to use you again I know where to find you Dont get up until I honk my horn"

I hear her get in her car and start the engine, I can tell she has driven a little way down the road before I hear her car horn. I get and wander to the edge of the woods I see my clothes but they are a good six feet out of the tree line and it is now full daylight I am terrified someone will see but also aroused by the need to dash out and get my clothes and dash back into the trees to put them on.

My pants, my shirt and my shoes are there but the sliced underwear are no where to be found.