Plugging In

“You should be ashamed,” the old woman hissed, finally unable to take it anymore.

She merely smiled, reaching out for one of the markers laying on the counter and passing it over to her newfound friend. “Probably,” she said lightly, licking her lips lewdly, “but I just can’t bring myself to worry about it.”

The man behind her snorted, pulling a dollar out of his wallet and scribbling something on it. She grabbed her book and turned, hips wiggling as she led him out the main library doors.

“This is for you,” he said with a smirk when they reached the parking lot, holding out the dollar. “Couldn’t send you away with nothing, especially since you suck cock like a pro.”

She blushed, taking the dollar when she realized he’d written his name and telephone number on it, folding it neatly into the palm of her hand. “Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said with a crooked smile and a pointed glance down to his crotch. “Until later.”

Back in her car, she slid the dollar into the glove compartment, wiggling on the seat slightly as she felt her anus start to burn slightly, the initial numbness fading away in face of a more searing ache. It wasn’t bad yet, at least not like she knew it could conceivably get, and she pulled out her list, anxious to move on to the next item.

“Learn anything new at the library, little slut?” it started out, and she blushed deeply, thinking about how she’d spent the majority of her time. “I’ll bet you did, knowing you. Time for your next trick. I think a trip to the bus station is in order. You never know when you might want to take a vacation, and it’s always good to be prepared. So, why don’t you head on down, and read your next task when you get there.”

She shivered, hearing his words in her mind, sure his voice would be silky smooth and deep. Commanding, just like him, with that little hint of sarcasm she’d come to expect. Expect and appreciate, his mocking humor delivered with just enough of an edge to let her know he’d be laughing at her were he there, laughing at her pathetic need to do just what he asked of her.

It took her nearly twenty minutes to get to the bus station, and when she did, she found a parking space as close to the door as she could manage, flipping on her car’s overhead light to read what was to come next.

“Good girl. You’re so predictable, rushing to do my bidding. I like that about you. Now, wondering what’s to come? Go in, take your time to familiarize yourself with the place. Make sure everyone in there gets a good look at you, then pick the most visible seat you can find and sit down. I want you to wait. Surely some man will want to talk to a good looking whore like you, so I don’t expect you to have to wait long… the first one that flirts with you is your new task. I expect you to be out back behind the station sucking his cock within five minutes of his first hello. You’ve brought your condoms with you like a good girl, haven’t you? Of course you have. Make him wear one, and after he cums inside of it, take it off carefully, tie it up, and store it back in your purse. Don’t throw it away, and don’t lose a drop. We’ll have a use for it later.”

Mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed nervously, taking in the dimly lit lobby of the bus station, of the few people milling around that she could see from her perch in the car. For a moment, she considered admitting defeat and returning home. This was different than before. True, she’d sucked the cock of the young man back at the library, but that had been different. That had been her choice, and she could have passed him over had he not be acceptable. This time, though, she would have no choice. Whoever approached her first would be the one she would have to take, and the thought made her extremely nervous.

And, as she made her way inside the building, meandering slowly around the open lobby, she only grew more nervous. The time the feeling was tinged with a hint of nausea as she took a look around, eyes falling uneasily on the people waiting patiently on benches. There was a tired looking woman and her children, a few bags of luggage at their feet. A soldier apparently headed back to his base stood in another corner, duffel bag at his feet, an opened magazine in his lap. He hadn’t looked at her for more than a brief second, despite the fact that she’d intentionally tried to catch his eye. An elderly gentleman was dozing on another bench, a trail of drool etching out of the corner of his mouth, and two bright faced young women were holding court on yet another bench, talking animatedly to one another, faces bright. They’d looked at her with disdain as she’d passed, sneering for a second before bending close to one another to whisper snidely, and she’d blushed.

The only other person there was an older man, his graying hair sparse on top and slightly oily, plastered to his head with sweat. He had on a rumpled shirt, the remains of what she thought might have once been a jelly doughnut now a dark purple stain at the top of his burgeoning belly. He looked tired, with a few days scraggly stubble dotting his cheeks, and he’d leered openly as she passed, not even bothering to hide the way he undressed her with his eyes.

She made a complete circuit of the lobby almost five times, hoping that someone new would show up, but no one did. After that, she gave up, resigning herself to the fact that her options for the night were either the sleeping elderly man, the uninterested soldier, or the slob in the corner.

As soon as she settled into place, the man in the wrinkled shirt stood up, hitching his sagging pants up though they weren’t quite big enough to stretch over his belly, and made his way over to her. He settled into the seat beside her with a smile, exposing cigarette stained teeth, and she moaned internally.

“Where you headed?” he asked, voice a little deep though his tone was polite enough.

With a sigh, she gave herself over to the inevitable. “I’m actually not here to take a trip,” she admitted, turning to face him more fully, giving him a good view down the front of her tank.

He looked slightly startled, then confused. “Then why are you here?” he asked slowly, as if he thought she might possibly be mentally deficient.

“Look,” she said wearily, “I don’t really want to get into it. How about we settle for this… it’s your lucky night. I’m going to give you a blow-job, free of charge. What do you think about that?”

Sitting back against his seat quickly, surprise evident on his face, he looked at her warily as if trying to decide whether or not she was for real. “You’re going to give me a blow-job,” he said disbelievingly. “Like I’m supposed to fall for that one. What, you haul me off into the bathroom where there’s a squad of vice cops waiting, and I find myself in handcuffs bending over and grabbing my ankles for a biker with a hard-on? Yeah right.”

Sighing in frustration, she said crossly, “I’m not a cop. I have an… arrangement, you might say. The terms of the arrangement say that I have to do what this person asks of me, and tonight he’s asked me to suck the cock of the first person at the bus station that looks interested. Unless you’re not interested, that is.”

Eyes narrowing in comprehension, the man chuckled. “Oh, I see. Your pimp mad at you for something?”

Feeling it not worth the effort to explain, she merely shrugged her shoulders. “Or something. So, you want it or not?”

“Fuck yeah, I want it,” he growled. “Let’s go, bitch.”

He was already making his way toward the men’s room, and despite the fact her instructions had said to take him outside, she wasn’t going to quibble. Just so long as she managed to get the job done, that was all that mattered. Aware of the eyes following her, all except for the still oblivious and still quite handsome soldier, she eased past him into the men’s room, trying to ignore his smirk as he turned around, flipping the lock on the door.

“You have to wear a condom,” she cautioned, digging into her purse to pull the little packet out.

“Hey, no need to rush,” the man said lazily. “I want to see your tits. Raise that little shirt up for me.”

Eyes burning, angry with the man and, at that moment, angry with her online Master for putting her in the position in which she found herself, subject to the dictates of the ogre in front of her, she pulled the hem up defiantly, breasts soon bare. The man chuckled, then reached out to touch her, his hands rough as he squeezed her flesh, pawing at her, flicking roughly at her nipples. And, despite herself, she felt herself start to grow a little aroused, her nipples hardening under his rough touch.

“Oh, the slut likes that, eh?” he joked, tweaking each nipple in turn, lifting her breasts up by the hardened tips and then letting go, watching them bounce back into place. “You like it a little rough?”

She didn’t anything, just shot him an irritated look, jumping in surprise as he slapped each breast in turn, his opened palm snapping loudly in the quiet room. “Say it, slut,” he growled, pinching her nipples cruelly, short nails digging into her flesh.

“I like it rough,” she ground out, wincing slightly, the pain shooting down her belly to pool between her thighs in the form of hot, wet arousal.

His hands fell away, fumbling with his belt buckle, unzipping his pants as quickly as he could move. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said breathlessly, pulling out his cock. “Get on your knees, slut.”

Wincing as she looked at the slightly grimy floor, she kneeled nonetheless, watching as he stroked his cock in front of her face. It wasn’t overly large, especially not in comparison to his belly, and she sighed, ripping open the condom package.

“I don’t want it that way,” he protested, one hand gripping her hair roughly. “Fuck the condom.”

“Rules are rules,” she said irritably. “Either you wear it, and this doesn’t happen.”

With a grunt, he nodded, clearly unhappy. “Fine then, but you better be worth it, bitch.”

After sliding the condom down his cock, she closed her eyes, nose wrinkling at the slightly stale, smoky smell of his body, and took his cock between her lips, head bobbing quickly as she worked to get him off, unconcerned with anything other than making him cum. He groaned loudly, hands in her hair pulling her into him hard, his balls slapping slightly against her chin as she took the whole of his rather unimpressive length. Sooner than she’d expected, he was groaning, body jerking, and she felt the spurts hit the latex against her tongue.

He pulled free, and she moved to catch the condom, easing it off of him and quickly tying it into a knot. Under the guise of wrapping it in a napkin, she snuck it into her purse, snapping it shut and pulling her shirt down once more.

“Not half bad,” the guy said grudgingly, tucking himself back into place. “Tell your pimp you can work me for free anytime he wants.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, unable to hide her disgust for him, and in part herself, any longer.

At that, he smirked. “Already done that, you cocksucking slut-whore. Gotta run, or I’ll miss my bus.”

She could feel almost everyone’s eyes on her as she walked back through the lobby, the harried mother shielding her children’s eyes and the two girls in the corner glaring at her. The man just sneered and blew her a kiss, and she nearly ran through the lobby, convinced she’d never been so embarrassed before in her life. It was, perversely, intensely arousing, and she could feel herself slipping easily against the leather between her legs, pussy soaking wet.

Back in the car, she took a calming breath, anus contracting involuntarily on the thick plug buried inside her, the now tired sphincter muscle aching. Putting her purse to the side, trying not to think of what was inside, she picked up the note again.

“How’s my little cocksucker doing?”

She shook her head wryly, a rueful smile on her face. His little cocksucker was, alternately, not doing well, and doing too well indeed. She couldn’t believe that being forced to suck that pig’s cock had turned her on as much as it had.

“Now, I’m going to give you a choice. You’ve done well, using that stranger for our pleasure. If you think you can’t handle any more, that the night’s adventures have been enough for now, you may go home. I’ll be online waiting on you, and won’t be disappointed if you don’t think you can continue on tonight. If not, if you’re committed to following through on everything I’ve set for you, then read on.”

Taking a moment to think it over, not quite sure that she wanted to know what he had in mind for her after the bus station adventure, she though seriously about returning back to her house. After all, she’d already had quite the adventuresome night. One man in the library, another in the bus station bathroom… without doubt, one of her more active played out fantasies.

But…

She wanted it all.

“Ah, good. It pleases me to know you’ve decided to read on. Don’t worry… there aren’t new horrors in store for you. Just more of the same old, same old. Remember that package of condoms I told you to buy and bring with you? You’ve used one of the six already, so just five more to go. Think you can suck five more cocks tonight? I know you can, so don’t worry. It’ll be easy. There’s a club where you should be at now. It’s only a few blocks away, and it should be late enough for there to be a sufficient amount of prey. Here’s what you do… When the first man asks you to dance, you look at him and say, ‘I won’t dance with you, but I will suck your cock. Interested?’. I’m going to guess he will be. Take him out to your car, use the condom so you can fill it up and keep it like before, then when you’re finished, just do the same with the next four, and you should be out of there in no time at all.”

She gasped, considering what she’d let herself in for, then nearly doubled over in a wave of pleasure. Once again, he’d taken control away from her, and in such a delicious fashion.

With a small smile, she made her way over the club he was referring to, watching the long line of people waiting to get inside. Keeping his instructions in mind, she parked in a far corner of the parking lot in a space beneath a broken light, well aware that her car was about to see far more action than a well-lighted space could handle, and made her way toward the door. The line was long, wrapped all the way down the side of the building, and she shivered lightly in the cool night air, suddenly wishing for a jacket. But, he hadn’t allowed her a jacket, not wanting to cover up the assets he so clearly though she should display.

She’d been waiting for nearly half an hour by the time she made it up to the door. Her calves were beginning to ache from the unnatural angle the stilettos forced her into, and her ass was slowly turning into nothing more than what felt like one big, gaping bruise. The tender flesh was starting to burn, the plug seeming to grow thicker and thicker inside her as the minutes passed by even though she knew that it wasn’t possible, and she couldn’t help but squirm about a little bit, unable to find relief.

The club was crowded, the music loud enough to shatter an eardrum, and she relaxed slightly in the darkness. She was headed for the bar, intent on getting a drink, when a cocky young man stepped out in front of her, grinning widely.

“Hey baby, you wanna dance?” he asked, smirking slightly, eyes focused unwaveringly on her breasts.

Swallowing nervously, not having had enough time to prepare herself even though she’d been in line for almost half an hour, she nonetheless leaned forward, lips brushing against his ear as she said, “I won’t dance with you, but I will suck your cock. Interested?”

He pulled back in surprise, dark eyes going wide. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he asked, grinning broadly.

“Not kidding,” she said with an unprepossessing shirk of the shoulders. “I’m sucking five cocks tonight, and yours will be the first,” she said honestly, not even bothering to hide the truth of her intent. After all, she’d already learned it was best to avoid misunderstandings.

“No shit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Five?”

Blushing, she nodded. “Uh-huh, and you can be first. You interested?”

“Hold up… why’d you pick me?” he asked, chest puffing out with pride.

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled. “Because you were the first to ask. First come, first serve, so to speak.”

“Well, fuck yeah. So why five? Gotta quota or something?” he asked, leering down at her, one hand sneaking around to cup her ass, squeezing firmly.

Shivering into the contact despite herself, she nodded. “Actually, yeah, I do.”

“So how’re you going to pick the other four?” he asked, hand sneaking down to slide between her thighs, fingers teasing up past the top of her stockings to stroke bare skin.

“Same way I picked you,” she gasped, eyes glazing over slightly at the thought of him fondling her so publicly. He merely grinned arrogantly at the sound, pulling her in harder against his stirring cock.

“So,” he drawled, “how about you let me pick them for you. I’ll find four more guys, and you let us all watch. How about that?”

She shivered at the thought, imaging herself down on her knees, one cock in her mouth and four waiting. It was a picture she found she liked. A lot.

“Okay,” she allowed, eyes twinkling. “Four more guys, and you each get to watch. You’ve got ten minutes.”

“Why don’t you go dance, baby. Make it real sexy, and I’ll get them in five,” he boasted, pushing her out toward the dance floor.

She’d just gotten into the groove of the music when she felt someone slide in behind her, hands sliding down over her hips to the vee between her thighs, rubbing against the leather covering her mound. “You ready, baby?” came a familiar voice, and she turned, surprised to see the guy from earlier.

“Already?” she asked, grinding her hips into his, pushing up firmly against his already hard cock.

Eyes hooded, he smiled. “Not like it takes a lot time to convince a bunch of guys to come get their cocks sucked. Hope you don’t mind, but one was a two for one kind of pair. Looks like we’re one over. But, I know you can handle it.”

She sputtered, angry beyond measure that he’d intentionally set her up, the cocky smirk on his face only serving to make her hotter. But then, she shrugged, figuring what the hell, and smiled. “Let’s go out to my car, then,” she whispered in his ear, hand sneaking down to give his cock a firm pull.

The group, when she finally got a chance to look at them all together, was fairly impressive. One guy was lanky, with long, unruly hair and glasses, and looked entirely too shy to be a part of anything like what was going to happen, but despite his blush, remained still. The second guy was short and stocky, Asian by the looks of his beautifully dark eyes and jet black hair, body muscular and smooth. Three and four, the two she assumed came as a pair, were twins, both with long, thick dreads and neatly trimmed beards, wide smiles grinning back at her. The final new addition was young, so young that she had to wonder how he’d managed to get into the club at all, with his hair carefully gelled and spiked, clothes easily saying that he was trying far too hard to be something he wasn’t. And then, there was the guy she’d met at the door, the one who’d orchestrated it all.

“How about you show us what we’re going to get,” the guy from the club said, smiling a toothy grin. “Take off that little shirt, why don’t you.”

She looked around nervously, but realized that they were out of sight of the club, almost behind another unoccupied building, and that there was no one in sight to see her but the men looking at her expectantly. “Sure,” she said, easing the cloth up, teasing them a little before pulling it over her head. She tossed it to one of the twins, smiling as he in turn tossed it over his shoulder, then looked back at them.