Pumped
Marley Quinn
Pumped
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Slut o’Clock
Saturday
Pool Party
All Three Holes
Dramatic Exit
Photo Shoot
Excalibur
Cocky Boy
A Bit Lost
Courtship Rituals
The Next Level
Pushing Buttons
Unforgettable Birthday
Retail Therapy
Peep Show
Appetizer
Eyes Wide Open
Jose Pepper’s
Bigger Game
Cursed
Huntington Academy
Naughty Nancy
Sweet Dreams
Juggies
Baked
Confessed
Mix ‘n Mingle
Flying Colors
Hot Air
Ancient Gods
The Dying of the Light
Bereft
Sunday
Cult Leader
Into the Great Unknown
Dunbar
Utopia
Threatening
Hurricane Max
Island Time
Secondary Protocol
Fugitive
Rock
Trust Is All We Have
Queen
Puzzle Pieces
Matador
Commander
Extra Thick
Brave Men of Yore
Bitter Irony
Final Wish
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Slut o’Clock
After another wild night out, I crashed at Janey’s place, which is why I was still wearing my clubbing dress the next morning.
Janey was one of those people who can go out drinking and still get to work the next day, looking none the worse for wear, but I was feeling pretty rough as she drove me home.
“Oh shit,” exclaimed Janey. “I’m almost out of gas. But we got to make it a quick stop, all right? I can’t be late for work again or my boss will have a fit.”
“Fine by me,” I said with a yawn.
I guess I must have done a lot of dancing the night before because my thigh muscles were burning. As I reached down to massage my upper leg, I remembered that my panties had gone missing. Janey had woken me up at the crack of dawn, and in the rush to get out the door, I hadn’t been able to find them. But that was okay as I was going straight to bed once I got home.
“I’m going to go run inside and get a coffee,” said Janey after pulling up at the pump. “You want anything?”
“Nah, I’m good,” I said. “Wait, maybe a donut or a muffin or something. I’m kinda hungry.”
“Fine,” said Janey, hopping out of the car. “But you pump the gas. I’ll put twenty dollars on it.”
“Ugh,” I said with a groan as I climbed out of the passenger side and closed the door.
I really couldn’t understand how anyone could function at such an early hour, but traffic was whizzing by on the street, and there were plenty of customers coming in and out of the convenience store attached to the gas station. I took the pump out of its cradle, but then it took me a minute to figure out how to get the little flap open on Janey’s car.
I then pressed the trigger and waited. There was a chilly breeze blowing, so I guess I must’ve been wiggling my legs a bit in order to stay warm. I only started feeling self-conscious about it when I looked over and saw a man staring at me.
He was older, maybe in his late 30s or early 40s, with a decent body, dressed in jeans and a loose knit shirt. But what really caught my eye was the cocky expression on his face, as if he owned the whole damn gas station and everyone in it, including me.
“Hmm. I didn’t realize it was slut o’clock already,” he said with a chuckle, looking right in my eyes.
“What?” I said, immediately outraged. I mean sure, my dress was kind of skimpy, but that still didn’t give him the right to say something like that to me.
“It’s okay,” said the man, giving me a confident smile. “I know exactly how to handle your type.”
“Um, there is no type,” I said, discreetly reaching down with one hand to tug my dress down.
“Sure there is,” said the man, still grinning at me as if his behavior were perfectly acceptable. “I saw you wiggling your ass around. Trying to make me guess what color panties you have on, weren’t you?”
“Well, bad news for you, mister,” I said, my cheeks growing warm. “Because I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Ha! You see?” said the man, pretending to look at a non-existent watch on his wrist. “Slut o’clock.”
“Hey!” I said even as a strange little shiver ran down my spine.
“Here, let me help you,” said the man, coming over and taking the pump out of my hand. I guess I should’ve resisted, but I was just too shocked by his forwardness. “A girl like you needs a man like me.”
“Um, no I don’t,” I said, crossing my arms to hide the fact that my nipples were rock hard.
“Sure, you do,” said the man with a nod. “You’ve got the looks and the attitude, and I’ve got the money and the experience. We go together like mac n’ cheese.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Oh, yes you do,” said the man. “Let’s see. You’re wearing a whore’s uniform, but no working girl would be out this early. My guess is you went out clubbing last night and now you’re doing the walk of shame.”
“Um, for your information,” I retorted, one hand on my hip. “My friend is giving me a ride home. And what I did last night is none of your business.”
“Hmm,” said the man, peering into Janey’s car. “I saw you get out of the passenger side, and that’s definitely a woman’s car. So yeah, looks like you struck out. What a shame, eh?”
“Hey!” I said. “What gives you the right to talk to me like that?”
“I told you, darling,” said the man, the cocky grin on his face infuriating me. “You’re a slut, and I’m the answer to your prayers.”
“I am not a slut!” I said, cringing as I looked around to see if anyone had overheard me.
“Well, let’s see,” said the man, reaching out to touch the side of my boobs through my dress. “Yep, no bra on. And we’ve already established you aren’t wearing panties. Face it, you’re a natural-born slut.”
“You better leave me alone,” I said, shocked that he had the audacity to touch me uninvited like that. “Or I’ll call the cops.”
“No, I don’t think that you will,” said the man, his eyes freely roaming up and down my body in a way that no one had ever done before. “You’ve been waiting for a guy like me. In fact, your pussy is getting wet as we speak.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” I retorted. “I think you’re some kind of pervert, coming over here and talking to a girl half your age. You ought to be ashamed of yourself!”
“Nothing to be ashamed of, darling,” said the man. “Just like the fact that you’re dripping down your leg. It’s just part of who we are.”
“You... you...” I said, struggling to find the words to tell him how outrageous he was being.
“Tell you what,” said the man, taking the pump out of Janey’s car and returning it to its cradle. “Why don’t you take a seat in that car and spread your legs to prove me wrong?”
“What? You’re crazy!” I said, glancing over at the convenience store to see if I could spot Janey, but there was no sign of her.
“It’ll only take a second,” said the man, giving me a cocky grin. “Now do what you do best and show me that pussy of yours. Come on, I know you shaved before going out in a dress like that.”
“Fine!” I said, my blood boiling with indignation.
Saturday
Only to prove how wrong he was, I opened the passenger door to Janey’s car and eased my way inside. As I slid into the seat, my legs naturally came apart, giving the man a clear view of my crotch.
I expected that to be the end of it, but before I could react, he reached out with one hand and slid his fingers across the opening of my pussy and up over my clit. I was in such a state of shock that I just sat there and let him do it, unsure of how to respond.
“Nice and wet,” he said with a nod, lifting his fingers up to smell them. “Yep, that’s definitely slut juice.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but that’s when I realized that I was, indeed, starting to get aroused. Everything the guy had done had been such a blatant violation of how I expected to be treated, but for some reason, my body was traitorously responding to his felonious behavior by getting turned on.
“Now show me your tits,” said the man, eyeing me up and down in a way that sent an electric sizzle racing across my skin.
I should’ve put a stop to things right there, but since I’d already flashed him my pussy, I figured there was no point in resisting. Anyway, he was clearly some kind of pervert, so maybe if he got a quick look at my boobs, that would be enough to satisfy him, so I scrunched the middle part of my dress together, allowing my breasts to pop out.
“Excellent,” said the man with a nod. “Yes, you will do just fine, darling.”
Just then, I noticed Janey coming towards us out of the corner of my eye, so I scrambled to get my boobs covered up and then tugged my dress down so that my crotch wasn’t showing. The last thing I wanted was for her to find out I’d been flashing my naked bits to a guy I’d just met.
“Okay, I don’t know what your name is, but I’m gonna call you Saturday,” said the man, taking out a business card from his shirt pocket and writing something on it. “That’s because Saturday is the only time I’ve got available. Show up at this address at four o’clock in a bikini, understood?”
My mind was racing as my hand automatically reached up to take the business card from him. I still couldn’t believe that he had just come up to me like that and said and done all those things. I mean, who even does that? And more importantly, who gets away with doing things like that?
The man gave me a nod and then turned and walked back over to his truck just as Janey let herself into the driver’s side of her car.
“Sorry about that,” said Janey, strapping on her seatbelt and then turning the key to start the ignition. “They ran out of creamer, so I had to wait for the guy to go into the back to get some more.”
“No problem,” I said, still completely stunned about what had just happened.
“What’s that?” said Janey, noticing the business card I was still holding in my hand.
“Oh, um, some guy gave it to me,” I said, turning it over so she wouldn’t see the handwritten part on the back.
“Was he trying to sell you something?” said Janey as she carefully nosed her car into traffic.
“No, no, I don’t think so,” I said as I scanned the information on the front of the business card, which read Max Steele - Consultant, followed by a phone number.
“I don’t get it,” said Janey, glancing over at me. “Did something happen?”
“Actually, I think he was inviting me to a party,” I said, remembering his final words before we parted about me wearing a bikini. “A pool party.”
“Nice!” said Janey, giving me a big grin. “Was he good-looking?”
“Actually, yeah,” I said, crossing my legs to try and drown out the buzzing sensation I could feel building inside my pussy.
“Wow, look at you, chica,” said Janey, her eyes flashing with excitement. “And here you said you had no luck with guys.”
“I know,” I said with a little happy sigh. “But the last thing I expected was to meet someone at a gas station.”
“Well, you never know where love will strike,” said Janey, smiling as she eased her car over into the turn lane.
Except I wasn’t sure that love had anything to do with it. All I knew was that the first thing I was going to do when I got home was break out my vibrator and replay everything that had happened in my head until I knew how I felt about the handsome stranger who had squeezed my boobs and fingered my pussy.
Pool Party
By the time Saturday rolled around, I was an emotional wreck.
On the one hand, I’d convinced myself that the story I’d told Janey was true, that I’d met a guy at the gas station who had invited me to a pool party. I looked up the address on the card he’d given me, and I’d seen that it was a mansion in the exclusive Elderwood Estates neighborhood, one of those gated communities that rich people love because it keeps the poors out.
A quick peek at the house on Google Streetview took my breath away, as it was the kind of place a girl like me could only dream about.
On the other hand, I couldn’t get over the fact that he’d called me a slut and then squeezed my boobs right there in public. I mean, who even does that kind of thing?
If I had any sense at all, I’d just throw the card away and forget all about him. Yet something inside of me was burning to confront him, to tell him he had no right to treat me that way.
In the end, with a little nudge from Janey, I agreed to go. I figured it was the middle of the day in a nice neighborhood, so really, what was the worst that could happen?
Max, if that even was his real name, had told me to put on a bikini, so I dug through my closet and tried on every swimsuit I owned, finally settling on this cute blue number with neon orange trim.
It was also the skimpiest bikini I owned, the top barely keeping my boobs in check and the bottoms having little more than a string running between my ass cheeks.
Since I obviously couldn’t show up to someone’s house wearing only that, I then had to decide on what to wear over it. I tried on some different shorts, but when paired with the bikini top, it just made me look cheap, and none of the tops I owned seemed suitable, either.
In the end, I decided to go with this fabulous beach coverup skirt I’d bought online for quite a pretty penny. A guy I’d met at the club a few months back had promised to take me to his family’s beach house, but that never ended up panning out, so I’d gotten a chance to wear it. The skirt was long and went all the way to my ankles, but it was made out of this netting style material so it was pretty see-through.
After examining myself in the mirror, I pronounced it a cute look, and so that’s how I was dressed when Janey showed up to give me a ride to the guy’s house. We were both in good spirits, singing along to the music all the way up until we got to the main gate. The asshole in the security booth said I was approved to go in, but he wouldn’t let Janey through, saying she wasn’t on the list.
“Look, it’s not far,” I said, turning to her. “I’ll just walk.”
“Are you sure?” said Janey. “Maybe I’ll just park and come with you.”
“Nah,” I said. “Anyway, I’ll call you if something comes up.”
“Ok, baby,” said Janey, wrapping her arms around me for a quick hug. “Good luck, and have fun!”
“Thanks, I will,” I said, getting out of her car and then adjusting my skirt.
I glared at the guy in the security booth as I made my way past the gate. Then my eyes went wide as I looked around and got my first good look at the neighborhood.
All of the houses were enormous, set back from the street with emerald green lawns and sweeping driveways. You really could practically smell the money in the air, and even the sidewalks were in pristine condition.
I had to hike up a bit of a hill to get to the address that Max had given me, so I was a little out of breath by the time I arrived. With butterflies in my stomach, I took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell. I could hear the sound of it echoing throughout the mansion, and a part of me wondered what it must be like to live in a house that big.
Max stepped out, closing the door behind him, giving me only a brief glimpse of a soaring two-story foyer. He stood there for a moment, eyeing me up and down, and something about the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver of pleasure racing down my spine.
But then he reached out and ripped my skirt right off me before tossing it into some nearby bushes. I was so shocked that I just stood there in total disbelief at what had just happened.
“Don’t need any of that cheap trash,” snarled Max. “I told you to show up in a bikini.”
“Um...” I said, at a loss for words as I glanced over at my lovely skirt that was now entangled in some rather thorny looking bushes.
“That’s better,” said Max, a smile on his face. “Now turn around.”
I felt kind of foolish, but I did what he said. It felt weird submitting myself to inspection like that, but what else was I going to do? Call Janey and tell her the party was canceled five minutes after I’d arrived? No way. She’d have too many questions.
“Nice,” said Max after I was facing him once again. “The perfect slut outfit. Couldn’t be more naked if you had no clothes on at all.”
“Hey!” I said, once again outraged by his use of that word.
“Okay, we’re going around back,” said Max, turning to step inside the house.
I made a move to follow him, but then he whirled around, blocking my passage with one hand.
“Nope,” he said. “This is my wife’s domain. You are never to set foot in here, you hear me? You go around the side.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he walked into the house and closed the door in my face. It took me a moment to process what he had just said. He had a wife?
Of course he did. A successful guy like him wasn’t going to be living in a mansion like that all by himself. Anyway, he wasn’t looking for romance. He’d already made that abundantly clear.
Feeling quite humiliated, I made my way around the side of his enormous house, eventually emerging into a surprisingly small back yard. On the far side of the yard, there was a short picket fence, and beyond that was a golf course.
I knew rich people were enamored with that stupid sport, but I never knew they’d want to live so close to a golf course that they could walk out onto one from their back door.
Max was waiting by the gate, beckoning me over with a gesture. I tried to hurry as fast as I could to not incur his displeasure, but my boobs were jiggling all over the place in that bikini. But then I realized he was probably getting off on that, so I leaned into it, wiggling my hips for maximum effect.
He opened the gate, and I followed him onto the golf course, wondering if he was going to try and teach me to play the game or something. But then we crossed over the perfectly manicured grass and toward a building where there was an outside terrace dotted with tables, people sitting there, drinking and eating.
As we got closer, I saw that the place was called “The 19th Hole,” which I presumed was some kind of golf reference.
A young man in a black tuxedo spotted Max and gave him a low bow. He then escorted us over to a table in the corner with an unobstructed view of the golf course, chivalrously holding out my chair for me as I took a seat.
There was a stack of fine china plates at each setting, accompanied by more forks and spoons than I could count, and an ornate pitcher of ice water in the center of the table. The place was certainly nice, no doubt, but I felt quite self-conscious wearing a bikini when the men were all dressed in polo shirts and khakis and the women in upscale casual wear.
The guy in the tuxedo snapped his fingers, and a waiter came scurrying over, handing us each a menu before the two of them bowed and made their departures.
“Don’t bother,” said Max after I opened the menu and began perusing its contents. “The kitchen staff know what I want.”
“Fine,” I said, snapping it closed. “Am I allowed to ask what I’m doing here? Because this doesn’t look like a pool party.”
“Who said anything about a pool party?” said Max with a chuckle.
“Well, then why am I wearing a bikini?” I said, trying my best to ignore all the people who kept stealing sidelong glances at me.
“Relax, everyone here thinks you’re my wayward daughter,” said Max, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Your daughter?” I said, nearly choking on the water I was sipping on.
“Yes,” said Max, folding his fingers together and resting them on the table. “I spun quite the tale of you going off to a libtard college somewhere out west, then dropping out to become a groupie for a rock band.”
“But why?” I spluttered.
“Why not? It gives these assholes something to gossip about,” said Max, giving me a big grin. “Anyway, I think it suits you.”
“How so?” I said.
“Because you look like a girl with daddy issues,” said Max, nodding. “In fact, from here on out, I want you to call me Daddy.”
“What?” I said, once again outraged by his disrespectful behavior.
“Saying ‘Yes, Daddy” or “No, Daddy’ is a real turn-on for you,” said Max. “And don’t bother denying it. I can see it on your face.”
“That is not true,” I said, even as I felt my cheeks grow uncomfortably warm.
“You’re getting aroused right now,” said Max, grinning. “Your nipples are as hard as a rock just thinking about it, you little slut.”
All Three Holes
“You’re fucking crazy,” I said, even as I began squirming around in my seat to try and get some relief from the buzzing I could feel coming from between my legs.
“That’s what my competitors say,” said Max. “Because I’m the best in the business. And for you, darling, I’m the best man you’ll ever meet.”
“Um, I doubt that,” I said, taking a quick sip of water to try and steady my nerves.
“Oh no? I’m exactly the kind of guy you’ve been looking for,” said Max, his gaze never wavering as he looked directly into my eyes.
“You’re so cocky, aren’t you?” I said. “But you don’t even know me.”
“Sure I do. You’re a Grade-A slut,” said Max, once again using that word which triggered a powerful set of conflicting emotions inside of me. “And what does a slut want more than anything else?”
“I don’t know,” I said, finding it hard to think straight. “Attention?”
“Close,” said Max with a nod. “You ever met an ugly girl who was a slut? No. And do you know why? Because sluts are always good-looking.”
“Um, okay,” I said, surprised by how his backhanded compliment had me all aflutter.
“So you naturally want to show off your body,” said Max. “But there’s a problem, isn’t there? Which is that creeps and losers think it gives them permission to hassle you or do even worse.”
“Right,” I said.
“That leaves a true-born slut like you in a dilemma,” said Max. “On one hand, you want to show off your body. But on the other hand, there’s a risk that all that honey will draw in the flies.”
“Um, okay,” I said, intrigued even if I didn’t quite understand his point.
“That’s where a guy like me comes in,” said Max, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face. “When you’re with me, you can wear whatever you want. Hell, you could take your top off right now, and nobody would say boo.”
“What?” I said, my pulse racing.
“I’m a wolf in a world of timid little sheep, darling,” said Max. “And even if their puny brains can’t quite comprehend it, instinctually, they know it’s true. None of them would dare lay a finger on what’s mine.”
“You sure are full of yourself, aren’t you?” I said.
I thought he might get angry at that comment, but he just threw his head back and laughed. “Damn right,” he said. “And why shouldn’t I be? I take what I want, and no one can stop me.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not anyone’s property,” I said, trying to regain at least a shred of my dignity.
“Oh, I know that, darling,” said Max. “If you were, then you’d be a whore. And I don’t truck with whores. A whore will stab you in the back while smiling right in your face.”
“I presume you have some experience with that,” I said, giving him a cold smile.
“Oh my word, you are definitely a keeper,” said Max, grinning as he slapped the table with the palm of his hand. “Yes, yes, you are going to do just fine.”
“You keep saying that,” I said. “But I don’t even know what your intentions are.”
“Fair enough,” said Max with a little nod. “Okay, as I already said, when you’re around me, you can wear whatever you want, and I will keep the jackals and the hyenas at bay.”
“You really enjoy those safari metaphors, don’t you?” I said.
“Yes, why not? I am the king of the jungle, so to speak,” said Max, nodding at the waiter as he set down a glass of what looked like whiskey in front of him on the table.
“I don’t think you get it,” I said. “I already wear whatever I want to. I have ever since I turned 14.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s true,” said Max with a grin. “But you didn’t let me finish, darling. Besides giving you protection, I’m also going to give you what you crave even more than the opportunity to flaunt those magnificent titties of yours.”
“And what’s that?” I said, positive he was going to say something about plying me with expensive gifts or something like that.
“A deep dicking,” said Max, looking me straight in the eye as he took a sip of his drink.
“What?” I spluttered.
“You heard me,” said Max. “No point in getting a guy’s attention if you don’t get some Vitamin D in return.”
“You’re awfully presumptuous,” I said. “Maybe I have no intention of sleeping with you.”
“Sleep? There’s not gonna be any sleeping,” said Max with a laugh. “I’m talking about good, hard fucking, darling. My dick in all three of your holes.”
“What?” I said, my face flushing hot as I looked around to see if anyone had overheard the outrageous things he had just said.
“A deep dicking is a slut’s greatest reward,” said Max with a nod, taking another sip of his drink. “It’s the source of all her happiness. I’m gonna fuck you like an animal, and then you’ll sleep like a baby afterward.”
“You... you...” I spluttered. “You are out of your mind!”
“Am I?” said Max with a little chuckle. “Okay, then prove me wrong. Stick your finger in your pussy, and then let me smell it. If you’re not dripping wet at this very moment, I will stand up and walk away.”
“I’m not gonna do that,” I said, even as a powerful tingle raced across my skin, causing the hairs on my arms to stand up.
“The correct response is, ‘Yes, Daddy,’” said Max, staring at me, an unbearably intense light in his eyes.
For a moment, I struggled, trying to find some words of protest to tell him how ridiculous and outrageous he was being. But there was something magnetic about his gaze, and before I knew it, I had reached one hand underneath the table and slid a finger underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said in a meek tone before holding out my hand for his inspection, even though the shiny wetness on my fingertip revealed that he had been right all along.
“That’s better,” said Max, a sly smile on his face as he gestured for me to take my hand back. “Now wipe your slut juice off on the napkin before the waiter gets your scent in his nose and goes into a frenzy.”
Something about that comment made me giggle, and then all the tension dissipated. Once again, Max had somehow manipulated me into doing things I would never dream of doing with anyone else, and the worst part is that I really liked it.
He was self-evidently a man in full control of himself, and that is a really rare thing, in my experience. Most guys either fall to their knees and fawn all over you or else get whiny and demanding, which is probably why I hadn’t had any luck with my relationships.
But, of course, there wasn’t going to be any relationship with Max either. Not only was he married, but he’d made it abundantly clear that he was only interested in sex. I may not have the highest standards in the world, but I certainly wasn’t going to be his side-piece fuck buddy, that was for sure.
Nonetheless, I kept squirming around in my chair as even the tiniest movement of the fabric of my bikini bottoms against my clit had me in agony, all of my inner fires raging.
I knew that Max was the wrong guy for me, but somehow, my body just hadn’t gotten the message.
Dramatic Exit
A few moments later, the waiter arrived, depositing an enormous steak in front of Max and the tiniest of green salads in front of me.
“Don’t worry,” said Max, blood oozing out of his steak as he sliced through it. “You can eat more later. For now, we’re sticking to the story that you’re my strung-out junkie daughter.”
“Oh,” I said, my body flushing with heat as I remembered that everyone sitting around us thought I was his daughter. But who would wear a bikini to go out for lunch with their dad? That was crazy.
I tried taking a bite of my salad, but it was as dry as dust and tasted like wood chips.
“That’s it,” said Max, giving me a big grin. “That pouting is perfect.”
“I’m not pouting,” I said.
“Yes, you are,” said Max, before thrusting a hunk of meat into his mouth with his fork. “I don’t know why you keep denying the truth. You should accept who you are and embrace it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Easy to say when you’re stuffing your face. Meanwhile, I’m over here, starving.”
“You’ll survive,” said Max, giving me a mischievous wink as he slurped down some whiskey. “Relax, in a few minutes, you and I are going to have some real fun.”
“I can only imagine what that is,” I said, my stomach rumbling as I watched him dispatch that juicy steak.
“Oh, I think you’re gonna love it,” said Max, pushing his plate away and then wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. “We’re gonna give these assholes something to gossip about for weeks.”
“Oh god,” I moaned, trying to imagine what kind of humiliating ritual he had in mind for me.
“Okay,” said Max, polishing off the last of his whiskey. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to start whining and complaining because I won’t give you any money. Got it?”
“Um...” I said, surprised by how benign that all sounded.
“Then I’m going to pretend to get angry,” said Max. “But it’s just acting, okay? Then we’ll make a dramatic exit.”
“I suppose,” I said.
“Come on, girls love to be dramatic,” said Max. “So let's see your best Oscar-worthy performance. And don’t forget to call me Daddy.”
At first, I hesitated. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there in a bikini next to a guy I barely knew at some hoity-toity golf course restaurant about to enact some silly theatrical scene he’d dreamed up.
But on the other hand, I had to admit that I was having more fun than I had in a long time. I’d certainly never done anything that wild on any of my other dates, that was for sure.
“Right, okay. Here goes,” I said, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves before beginning. “Daddy! But I really need that money.”
“I told you already, no!” said Max, raising his voice, and a number of other patrons turned to look over at us.
“Daddy, please!” I said, getting into the spirit of things. “Just a few thousand bucks, that’s all I need.”
“Yeah, right!” snorted Max, angrily tossing down his napkin onto the table. “Money for what? So you can blow it all on drugs, you worthless cunt?”
“Daddy!” I said with a loud gasp. “How dare you talk to me that way?”
“Why not?” said Max, his eyes dancing with merriment. “That’s what you are, a damn junkie, whoring yourself out for drugs. Well, I’m not paying for your shenanigans any longer!”
“Daddy!” I squealed, surprised at how much I was enjoying all this. “I’m your daughter. You shouldn’t say things like that!”
“And you shouldn’t spread your legs for every long-haired guy with a guitar!” said Max. “You’ve disgraced your mother and I for the last time. You’re not getting a penny out of me!”
“But you promised, Daddy,” I said, doing my best to sound like the whiny, spoiled daughter of a rich guy. “If you don’t give me any money, I’m going to tell Momma that you’ve been cheating on her.”
“How dare you?” said Max, his face turning red as he shot to his feet. “You leave your mother out of this, you shameless hussy!”
“I mean it!” I said, defiantly sticking out my tongue. “I’ll do it. She deserves to know what an unfaithful bastard you are.”
“All right, that is it,” said Max, walking over to me and yanking me out of my chair. “I’ve been far too indulgent with you. It’s time you learned some discipline, young lady!”
“But Daddy,” I said, trying to guess how he wanted me to respond as he marched me over to his side of the table, my boobs jiggling all over the place.
But then to my complete surprise, he sat down in his chair and then bent me face-down over his lap. I was just about to open my mouth and say something when he gave me a mighty smack on my ass, causing me to cry out.
“Bad!” I heard Max shout. “You’re a bad daughter, and I’m not going to take it anymore.”
“Daddy!” I squealed, no longer needing to playact as he gave me another whack to my backside.
It didn’t hurt, exactly, but his blows were definitely forceful. I’d never been spanked in my entire life, and I was shocked by how violating it felt to be getting disciplined like that.
“Bad, bad, girl!” said Max, punctuating every word with another slap to my ass.
I wriggled around, trying to break free, but he had me at his mercy, and he knew it. I started crying at that point, not because I was scared but because of the powerful emotions that had been triggered inside of me. The weirdest part was that, mixed in with all the other things I was feeling, I was also starting to get turned on.
“Prancing around half-naked in front of everyone!” said Max, giving my butt another good whack. “If it weren’t for your mother, I would disown your worthless ass.”
Part of me felt humiliated to be getting spanked like that in front of a restaurant full of strangers. But another part of me started savoring the warm touch of his hand on my backside, causing an intense heat to bloom between my legs.
“Promise me you’re going to get off the drugs!” said Max, resting one hand on my upper thigh, and I began wriggling my hips to try to encourage him to move his hand up a little higher.
“I promise, Daddy,” I sobbed, no longer needing to pretend to be his wayward daughter as I had somehow completely internalized the role.
“Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?” said Max even as his thumb found the cleft between my legs, causing me to gasp out loud.
“I promise, Daddy,” I said, even as I thrust my hips up to grind against his thumb.
“Very well,” said Max, lifting me up to my feet.
As expected, every single person in the place was staring right at us, some of them with their mouths hanging open in shock. I was buzzing with a strange energy so hard at that point that I nearly broke into a giggle, but I instead used the back of my hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“When we get back to the house, you’re going to get down on your knees,” said Max. “And beg your mother for forgiveness. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, repressing a smile.
But that smile quickly evaporated as Max twisted my arms behind my back, holding my wrists together in an iron grip before pushing me forward, causing me to stumble.
“Um, sir?” said the waiter, his voice trembling as he approached us.
“Just put it on my tab, Reese,” said Max before frogmarching me out of the restaurant.
My arms were bent at a painfully awkward position, and his hand around my wrists felt like I was being handcuffed as we stepped onto the manicured grass of the golf course. I tried to break free, but it was useless as he was just too strong, Max continuing to propel me forward even after we were well clear of the restaurant.
“You did a fantastic job back there,” said Max in a low voice from behind me.
“Great,” I said, twisting my head to look at him. “Then you can let me go.”
“Nah,” said Max with a sly grin as he continued to drive me forward across the grass. “It’s time to give you your reward.”
“Reward?” I said, confused and starting to panic now that the game was supposed to be over.
“I saw how turned on you got by that spanking,” said Max with a little chuckle. “You practically left a puddle under my chair.”
“Hey, that’s not true!” I said, trying once again to wrench my arms free, but his hand was like an iron vice around my wrists.
“Oh, darling, but it is,” said Max, reaching out with his free hand to untie my bikini top and then pull it off.
“Hey!” I said, my pulse racing as I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed his shocking act of violation. But the only people visible were some golfers a long way off, just two distant specks of white clothing.
“You see? You’re perfectly safe with me,” said Max, relentlessly driving me forward across the golf course.
I couldn’t believe I was topless in public, my breasts hanging out for anyone to see. I’d dreamed of going to a topless beach a few times, but I’d never expected to have my tits on display smack dab in the middle of a golf course. Part of me was frantic to get covered up, but an increasingly bigger part of me was thrilled by how reckless and wild this all was.
“You love flashing those big titties of yours, don’t you?” said Max with a grin as we crested a small hill. “And don’t bother denying it.”
“Fine,” I said, my whole body buzzing with a strange energy. “But can you let go of my arms? They’re starting to hurt.”
“In a minute, darling,” said Max before marching us over to one of the holes in the golf course, a slender stick with a flag rising out of it that was gently fluttering in the breeze.
That’s when he let go of my arms, but not before forcing me down onto my knees. I glared up at him as I began massaging the tender flesh, checking to see if he'd left a bruise.
“Now open your mouth,” said Max, beaming as he looked down at me, one hand on his crotch.
Photo Shoot
“What?” I said, confused.
But before I could figure out what was going on, Max had taken his phone out of his pocket and was crouching down next to me.
I glanced over at the screen and saw my reflection looking back at me, his phone camera in selfie mode. Instinctively, I smiled and then pursed my lips to make a kissy face as Max snapped off photo after photo of me.
Purely for my own amusement, I’d taken a few spicy selfies before, but I’d never had a man photograph me topless. It was so unexpected and crazy that I felt a little shiver run down my spine, and then I noticed on the screen that my nipples were rock hard.
“God, you really are a perfect slut,” said Max with a grin.
Somehow, that word no longer triggered me. Instead, I smiled and started making cute faces for the camera, buzzing all over as I admired how amazing I looked on the screen of his phone. In fact, I was so engaged with watching myself on camera that I only noticed Max’s cock when it came into view of the lens.
I guess I must’ve looked startled because Max laughed as he moved the tip of his cock over closer to my mouth, firing off photos as fast as his finger could tap the screen.
I just couldn’t believe that I was kneeling down in the middle of a golf course with my tits out and a guy’s cock just an inch away from my mouth, but the images that I saw on the screen started really turning me on.
Max never said a word. Instead, purely from my own volition, I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. Whether from the hot sun or something else, his dick was incredibly warm in my mouth, pulsing with an energy that soon had me in a frenzy.
I tore my eyes away from his phone screen and began giving him a blowjob in earnest, using one hand to stroke his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Max taking a few more photos, but then he tossed his phone down onto the grass and gripped my head with both hands, guiding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until I began to gag.
“That’s it, darling,” muttered Max, his fingers laced through my hair as he jammed his dick down my throat.
I tried to tell him that I couldn’t breathe, but all that came out was a muffled sound. I guess that must’ve been arousing because he redoubled his efforts, pistoning his cock in and out of me until his balls began slapping against my chin.
I tried to reach up to remove his hands from my head, but he was simply too strong, so I did my best to hang on as he mercilessly fucked my mouth with abandon.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out, Max abruptly pulled his dick out of my mouth. As I gasped for air, he used his hand to stroke himself past the line of no return, and a moment later, a thick wad of jizz began spurting out of the end of his cock and onto my face.
Somehow, I intuited what he wanted me to do, so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, wincing every time another hot lashing of cum landed on my skin.
After a few moments, I thought it was all over, but when I opened my eyes, I was hit by a blast of pearlescent goo right in my left eye, forming a gooey mess that made it difficult to see. On and on it went until I could feel his sticky juices dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
“Yes, that ought to do it,” I heard Max say, followed by the sound of him zipping up his pants. “You see? You do good, and you get a nice reward.”
“Um, actually I can’t see,” I said with a little laugh as I tried to wipe away his cum from my eyes with the back of my hands.
“Here, let me help you,” said Max, and I felt him take my hand in his and gently help me to my feet.
Still barely able to see, I let Max lead me down the side of the hill and toward a small lake. I was still topless, and I had what felt like a gallon of jizz all over my face and chest.
I felt like some kind of porn star or something, and the fact that it was the middle of the day and we were at some fancy golf course made it all that more surreal. But there was no denying the throbbing between my legs as I tried to guess what he had in store for me next.
“There,” said Max, taking me down to the water’s edge.
“You want me to wash up in a lake?” I said, shocked once again by how callously he was treating me.
“Well, I can’t exactly take you into the restroom at the 19th Hole now, can I?” said Max with a chuckle.
With no other choice, I knelt down and began using my hands to splash water from the lake onto my face. Thankfully, it didn’t stink or anything, and I just hoped that I wasn’t loaded with some nasty bacteria.
Once I could see properly again, I began rinsing off my chest, surprised by just how much cum there was. There were even a few lashings of his sticky juices on my arms and stomach.
“That’s better,” said Max when I stood up and turned to face him. “Here, now put this on.”
“Aww,” I said as I took my bikini top from him and tied it back in place.
“Ah, you’re ready for more, are you?” said Max with a grin. “Well, my wife and kids are gonna be home soon from swim practice, so you’ll just have to wait until next week, darling.”
I wanted to tell him how wrong he was, but I wisely kept my mouth shut because the truth was that my pussy was throbbing so intensely that it was taking all my willpower not to squirm as I stood there.
I just couldn’t understand how he had done it, turned me from a perfectly normal girl into his little toy, wishing he’d bend me over and jam that magnificent cock of his into my pussy. Was I really such a slut? Perhaps he had been right about that all along.
“Now come on,” said Max, setting off across the golf course in a different direction.
With no other choice, I hurried to catch up with him, my boobs bouncing all over the place. For a moment, the impish side of me wanted to take off my top again just to see what he would do, but somehow, I knew that would just make him angry instead of throwing me down on the grass and giving me the fucking I so urgently craved.
A few minutes later, we stepped past the boundary of the golf course and onto a quiet residential street. I looked around, trying to get my bearings, but I had gotten so turned around that I had no idea where the restaurant or Max’s house was.
Just then, a sleek black limousine pulled up next to us, the driver lowering his tinted window to reveal that he was smartly dressed in a uniform complete with a cap.
“One moment,” said Max to the driver before taking something out of his pocket and handing it to me.
“What’s this?” I said, turning the object over. It appeared to be some kind of key, but it had a round plastic handle with the number 16 stamped on it.
“It’s the key to a post office box,” said Max, naming a location not too far from the gas station where we’d first met. “Go down there in a couple of days because I’m going to send you something.”
“Send me what?” I said.
“A dress to wear for next Saturday,” said Max. “We’re going ballroom dancing.”
“Ballroom dancing? Wow,” I said, surprised by how intrigued I was.
It was certainly more interesting than a pool party, and I immediately began wondering what Max would look like dressed up in an elegant tux or suit, which did nothing to quench the fire between my legs.
“Yep, now it’s time to go,” said Max, opening the back door of the limousine and then giving me a hard push on my butt, one finger briefly brushing against my clit as I fell face-first onto the back seat.
By the time I managed to pull myself into an upright seated position, Max had closed the back door, and the limousine was pulling away. I caught one last glimpse of Max, but he had his back turned to me, his phone to his ear.
Feeling somewhat hurt by that, I straightened my bikini top and then ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself as presentable as possible.
Just then, the tinted divider lowered, and I saw the driver way up front looking at me in the rearview mirror.
“Where to, miss?” he said.
I gave him my address, and he nodded before pressing a button to raise the divider. That left me with nothing to do but sit back and look out the window, once again marveling at all the lovely big houses in the neighborhood.
Images of everything I had seen and done that day started flashing through my mind, starting with the shock of Max ripping off my skirt in front of his house, continuing on to the spanking he’d given me at the restaurant, and ending with him blowing that enormous load of cum all over my face out there on the golf course.
Before I knew it, one of my hands had snuck down between my legs. At first, I tried to resist. But then I followed Max’s advice and embraced my inner slut, sliding my bikini bottoms to one side as I rubbed out several extremely intense orgasms in quick succession.
Excalibur
A couple of days later, I was at Janey’s house, the two of us feasting on popcorn as we watched a cheesy rom-com.
“Well, are you gonna tell me how it was?” said Janey, turning to me after the Small Town protagonist once again totally misunderstood what her Big City love interest was trying to tell her.
“How what was?” I said, picking up a piece of popcorn that had fallen into the cleft between my tits.
“Um, the pool party, of course,” said Janey, picking up the remote control to mute the movie.
“Oh, that,” I said, my cheeks growing warm. “Yeah, it was okay.”
“That’s it?” said Janey. “You meet a hunky stranger at a gas station, and then he invites you to a pool party in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in this city, and it was just okay?”
I was just about to open my mouth and tell her the truth, but something inside of me stopped me. Janey and I had been through some wild times together, but for some reason, I didn’t want to know what Max had done to me - or made me feel - so I made up a big story about hanging out at this mansion with a bunch of fancy rich folks.
“Damn,” said Janey, her eyes glowing. “You gotta invite me next time. I’m tired of meeting broke ass losers.”
“Oh yeah, for sure, for sure,” I said.
"Did you meet anyone who drives a Porsche?" said Janey. "Because I think those are the epitome of luxury. I'd love to meet a man with a Porsche."
“Nah. Hey, what do you say we get out of here?” I said, eager to change the subject. “Let’s go out clubbing.”
“What? It’s Wednesday night,” said Janey. “The only place open is Excalibur.”
“Cool, then let’s go there,” I said, hopping to my feet.
“Wait, are you for real?” said Janey, following me as I walked down the hallway. “You want me to take you to your place first so you can get changed?”
“Nah, I’m sure I can find something of yours to borrow,” I said, marching into her bedroom.
“Um, Sid, sweetie, I’m more than happy to lend you some of my clothes,” said Janey with a little chuckle. “But we both know your boobs are way bigger than mine.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, turning my face so she wouldn’t see me grinning. “But I’m sure I can find something of yours that’ll work.”
“That Excalibur place is pretty high-end,” said Janey. “Are you really sure you want to go out?”
“Yeah, why not?” I said, turning to face her. “Anyway, if we dress right, it’s not like we’ll have to pay for our drinks.”
“True,” said Janey, nodding. “But don’t go stretching out my tops, you hear?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said as I began rifling through the contents of her closet. “Hey, what’s this?”
The end of a silk scarf was hanging down from the top shelf, and when I took it in my hand, I became entranced by its luxurious softness.
“Oh, my aunt gave it to me a few years ago,” said Janey. “It’s really nice, but I just never figured out how to style it.”
“Hmm,” I said. “I’ve got an idea. Do you have any chunky necklaces?”
“Um, maybe,” said Janey. “Why?”
“Let me just see what you’ve got,” I said, following her over to her dresser and watching as she opened her jewelry case. “Ah, yes, that one!”
Janey handed me a chain made of thick golden links. I knew it wasn’t real gold, of course, but it was shiny and it fit the bill.
“What you gonna do with that?” said Janey.
“I saw this tutorial on TikTok the other day,” I said, unfastening my top and tossing it onto her bed. “Check it out.”
“Hmm,” said Janey, her eyes going a bit too wide as she watched me fasten the necklace around my neck.
I’m not saying she’s a lesbian or anything, but she’s always been a bit too fascinated with my boobs. Of course, as I was beginning to learn, so were a lot of people, and I kind of liked it. So instead of turning away, I decided to let her enjoy the show.
Once the necklace was in place, I took one corner of the silk scarf and tied it around one of the links in the necklace. From there, I unfolded the scarf and tied two of the corners behind my back, thus creating an instant halter top.
“Hmm, what do you think?” I said as I walked over to check out my handiwork in the mirror.
“Looks hot,” said Janey. “But without a bra, your boobs are going to be bouncing all over the place.”
“Perfect,” I said with a coy grin as I gave my hips a little wiggle, enjoying the way that the tiniest movement set off a cascade of reciprocating jiggles.
“All right, I can dig it,” said Janey. “But what are you going to pair it with? I’m not sure if I’ve got any pants or skirts that’ll fit you.”
“Nah, don’t need any of that,” I said, unzipping my skirt and stepping out of it. “These will do just fine.”
“What?” exclaimed Janey. “You can’t go out clubbing in just your underwear!”
“Why not?” I said, twisting and turning so I could admire my reflection. “They’re boyshorts, anyway. No one will know they’re underwear.”
“Oh my god, you’re crazy,” gushed Janey, her eyes as wide as saucers. “But what about shoes?”
“My canvas Converse ones will do just fine,” I said, turning and exiting the bedroom. “Call it a punk schoolgirl look.”
I went into the living room and put on my shoes. I then used the hallway mirror to see if my outfit had turned out like I had imagined, and there was a big smile on my face as I went through different poses, pleased by how good I looked.
I mean, yeah, it was a scandalously skimpy outfit, but so what? As Max said, there was an inner slut in me just dying to show off her body.
While Janey got dressed, I went into the bathroom to touch up my makeup. I saw a couple of hairbands lying on the sink, so on impulse, I put my hair into two ponytails. It was a pretty wild look, but I had the feeling that I was going to be turning plenty of heads at the club, and that suited me just fine.
Janey, for her part, went the classy route, pairing some heels with a shimmering red dress that offered plenty of cleavage on display. She certainly looked good, but I knew that there were going to be dozens of girls at the club with similar outfits, while absolutely no one was going to be wearing anything similar to what I had on.
It was a bit chilly standing out on the corner for the ride-hail car to arrive, but once we were inside the vehicle, I was fine, even if my nipples were twinging a bi.
The doorman at Excalibur took one look at me and let us right in. Even though it was a Wednesday night, the club was packed, the dance floor a sea of bobbing heads as people bounced up and down to the music.
Janey wanted to go get a drink first, but I had intentionally left her purse at her house, so instead, I made my way right into the center of the dance floor. As the strobe lights pulsed, I let the rhythm wash over me until I was once again lost in the flow, my body moving in perfect sync to the music.
Dancing was always one of my favorite things to do, and it wasn’t long before I forgot all about Janey and the outfit I was wearing and everything else. It was only when a guy tapped me on my shoulder that the spell broke, and I looked over at him with an irritated scowl.
“Hey, you’re really pretty,” said the guy, shouting to be heard over the music.
“Thanks,” I said, swinging my hips as I tried to resume dancing.
“Do you come here often?” said the guy, once again stopping my flow by touching my shoulder.
“I come whenever and however I please,” I said, giving him a big grin as I continued shimmying to the uptempo song the DJ was playing.