Life as a good little girl/Even more pictures

From Create Your Own Story

"Come on, Stephi. Up," she urges like you're a child. Or a dog. "Sit on the bench. Good girl. Now spread your legs as far as you can, like you're desperate to be fucked," she smirks.

"Like that'd be hard," you retort, rolling your eyes. You'd told her that you'd been a gymnast back home, and showed it off now by doing the splits, careful to keep your hands on the bench in front of you so that your privates were once again private.

"That's genius, Stephi, hiding your slobbering cock pit will build his anticipation. You're so good at this you must've been fucking tons of strangers for a long time. You can hold it, right? You do want the world to know you're a cock-crazy whore who's desperate to be filled with dicks, right?"

Blushing at her words, both the praise and the insults, you nod firmly. "Well duh. I can do anything you can think of," you brag, smiling a little even as your eyes plead with her to be nicer.

"Damn, she spread so wide. She really IS desperate for cock!" Morgan exclaimed loudly, making you blush and duck your head in embarrassment.

"See? She's nodding in agreement," Tiff agreed, almost as loud.

Quick as a mongoose her hand lifts your skirt above your waist. A moment later she'd also pulled your top halfway down your arms. She leans in close.

"Ready?" she asked, holding you steady, her lush lips mere inches from hers. You'd never told her, but you've always found her amazingly beautiful. Back home you'd been told you were the prettiest girl in school, but you'd never believed them. Tiff, now Tiff was definitely the prettiest girl. You were sure you weren't a dyke since no other girl made you feel like this, but ever since you'd met her you'd wanted nothing more than to please her and be friends with her. With her so close you find yourself willing to do whatever she asks.

"I - I'll do a-anything you want," you manage to breath, gazing dreamily at her.

Tiff's hands move to your chest and your lips part, a ragged breath panting from them.

"Of course you will," she smirks, a wicked look in her eyes as she brushes her hands across your hard spikey nipples. If one of the girls way back north in your little village did this you wouldn't have felt a thing other than outrage. Now you stare at her lush red lips, feeling your own part automatically, and wish she'd do more.

"Smile," she whispers, and you do.

And then she pushes, her palms smacking against your flat chest like she's spanking your tits.

You butt rocks backward, your glistening pussy coming fully into view as you desperately fling out your arms, grabbing the clothes behind you to try and retain your balance.

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"Damn, you horny little tramp, you really wanted him to get it all in that shot didn't you?" Tiff crowed, now at Morgan's side, inspecting the shots. "You look so happy to be showing your wet gash to the world. Like you want to be used by everyone."

"Was that enough?" You ask, meaning 'can we go now'.

To Tiffany your words seem to mean something else entirely, and the excited gleam in her eyes seems to intensify as she leans close. Her proximity freezes you with your limbs spread wide, and you stare into her beautiful green eyes.

"Oh you're such a horny skank aren't you?" She grins, practically into your parting lips. Her hands pull your arms together behind your back, which brings her even closer. You barely feel the light fabric of your shirt slide down your arms and pool loosely around your hands. "It might not have gotten the message across. We want to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that you to be pushed up against a wall and fucked by anyone who feels the urge. No matter where you are. You do want that, don't you? You do want to make me happy?"

"Y-yeah," you moan as she draws your legs together, letting go, and then pushing them back together again when they pop open of their own accord.

Tiff laughs, holding your thighs closed. "Now now, I know you want to spend the rest of the day on your back with an endless parade of guys balls-deep in your voracious cunt, but I've got an idea and I need you to keep your legs closed for just a few seconds, even if it is hard," she tells you, and reaches toward your legs.

Holding your breath you wait, urging her to touch you, to play with your sex. You want it so much that you start trembling. She chuckles at the sight. "Lift that well-used ass off the bench," she orders, and you comply without thought.

As soon as your little butt trembling in the air Tiff reaches between your legs, the inside of her forearm brushing your pussy, making it light up from the contact.

"Good girl," she cooes, and yanks. For a long moment you've no idea what she's doing, but then you feel the waistband of the skirt sliding over your hips and down your legs.

"Tiff! I'm naked!" you hiss, but she just chuckles.

"I know. That makes you so hot, doesn't it?" she asks, and pats your little pussy. A jolt runs through you and your legs fly open, making Tiffany laugh. "God, how could I ever think you were a virgin spinning lies? You're so hot to trot the sprinklers could go off. One last pose and we can go," she tells you.

"Just one?" you ask warily.

Tiffany chuckles. "Yeah, sorry but we've got to stop sometime. Hey Morgan, you want to take her out somewhere appropriate to take a few photosets, maybe a video? I'm thinking an alley, or a dog park. Oh! A street corner at night!"

Morgan gives a mechanical chuckle, but his eyes are so fastened on your moist little slit that you bet he barely heard a word. Some devilish part of you, pleased by his attention, spreads your thighs even more, and your hands creep forward toward your crotch.

"This one's gonna be awesome," Tiff says, interrupting the moment. "We already saw you're flexible, so you're gonna put your legs behind your head. You've done that, right? It'll be just like the dozens of times you've done it for a paying client, won't it?"

"Yeah, I've done that tons of times," you reply automatically.

"You can lie on the bench for this," she informs you, and helps guide you down, her hands on your naked shoulders and her breath hot on your skin. Your chest arches toward her yearningly, wanting even the briefest of contact with her.

Being young and having flexibility training, it isn't hard to follow her instructions, though she makes sure your legs are locked in place, leaving you humiliatingly exposed.

Tiffany steps to the side to look at you, leaving a clear view of you to anyone who might pass by. Fortunately no one does, but you wiggle a little, thoughts of running in your head.

"Look at how much she wants to be fucked. She can't stay still and her little cum dump is all wet," Tiff points out, making you blush fiercely. "You can't even tell that she's been fucking half the city, can you?" she casually asks Morgan, who stammers an unintelligible reply.

"Time to finish it," Tiff grins. "Get you good and ready for the best ad pic in history."

"Ad? What...?" you freeze as she kneels down, her face in line with your aching pussy.

"Are you...?" Morgan starts to ask breathlessly, stopping when Tiffany makes a hawking sound. The next moment you feel her spit land between your legs.

"You're spitting on her," Morgan states the obvious, and you stare down, too mesmerized by how close Tiffany is to think of what to say.

"Yeah, and she loves it, don't you Stephi?" she asks, and puts a finger beside your cunt, pushing the spit downward.

A moan escapes you at such intimate contact, and you somehow push your pussy toward her.

"See? She likes it dirty," Tiffany tells Morgan, and spits one more time, again hitting just below your now throbbing cunt.

"Give me your hands, hot stuff," she cooes, and instead of waiting grabs your hands, pulling them between your legs. With her fingers over yours she pushes one of your fingers against your slit.

"Girl, your pussy is a swamp!" she laughs as your finger slides in, the lubrication making it almost easy. She puts her finger on top of a second one of yours and pushes it against your tight, previously unused pussy. Your lips resist, but wanting her fingers inside of you motivates you to shove your finger in anyway, hoping Tiffany's fingers will follow. Instead Tiff pulls her fingers away just short of actually touching you, though so close you imagine that you can feel them touching you.

"Good little fuck-toy. Try another."

"Tiff..." you breath, pleading with your eyes.

"Sorry, slut. Just three, we're not going to do the whole hand. Not this time," she winks, and again pushes on your finger. The third is definitely a lot harder to get in, and you try to hook her finger to push it inside, but instead she evades your effort and crams the third digit in, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure from the unprecedented stretch.

"You're so wet. Your customers must love this tight little fuck-hole."

"Now for the next bit," she says and grabs your other hand, pulling it forward. You have to lean forward for this, making your neck hurt a bit from the pressure of your legs, and you feel one of your fingers smearing what must be her spit.

"My... uh, ass?" you squeak. "I don't think..."

"Shh shh. Don't cum yet, slut, I want a nice picture to show off. We just need to get your fingers a little wetter," she tells you, and spits on your fingers. "Now, easy does it."

So saying she rubs your finger around your pink nether hole, making you squirm. You've never played with yourself there, and rarely touched your pussy. To now have three of your fingers inside of you and Tiffany a hands-width away from your suddenly hungry sex is driving you mad. You even forget where you are and how exposed you are.

"Tiff..." you whisper as your finger presses against a hole that's had things come out, but never in.

"Shh, we're doing this slow. I know you're a pro at this. Guys probably fuck you more here than your filthy cunt, but we don't have any lube, so spit will have to do. Oh wait..." she pauses. "Do you mean you like it hard up the ass?"

"Tiff... fuck...." you moan as you shift, making your fingers move in your pussy. It sends a jolt through your body and you nearly start to pump them in and out.

"Good control, Stephi. You nearly broke the cardinal rule. Sluts and whore don't masturbate, they just go and find a cock to do it for them. But anyway, I know you love anal more than anything else, except making licking the dick clean afterward. So..." she shrugs, and forces your finger against your tight bung-hole, pressing firmly.

You yelp at the contact, then moan as it makes your fingers move again. "Loosen up and let it in. Or... hey, do you like it to hurt a bit?"

"Oh yeah," you moan at the sensations, wanting them to continue.

Tiff laughs. "Stupid question, right?" The next moment you feel her free hand smack down hard on one of your ass-cheeks. The surprise makes you unclench a little and your index finger buries itself in your ass.

"Ow!" you call out, and she spanks you some more, using both cheeks.

"You like that? I wanted to get two fingers in you, but I think we're gonna have to speed things up. There's some people coming down the hall," she says, and spanks you a couple more times on each cheek.

Barely hearing her words you keep rubbing your pussy, and when she pushes and pulls on the finger in your ass you instinctively keep up the motion as she steps away.

"Okay, Morgan, better make this quick. Those guys are big and black and look like they might be senior high school football players."

"Huh?" Is his response. Yours isn't any better as you moan, feeling electrified at you realize Tiffany is standing so close that you can see most of the way up her skirt. Wishing you could see just a little more you pump harder, moaning louder and louder as you pump harder and harder, ecstacy quickly building up. Tiffany pinches Morgan's hand, points at the camera and then you, and he clues in.

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Morgan takes pictures quickly, stabbing the screen like he's had a caffeine overdose, taking one after another before turning on the video mode. You're oblivious as your back arches, your head tilting a little back, your eyes fixated on Tiff's rear as she leans toward the window, watching for the group of seniors. Her pose at last allows you to glimpse higher, and your eyes lose focus as you cum with a loud scream, a jet of fluid arcing from your spasming cunt.

"Damn, why didn't you tell me you were a screamer and a squirter?" Tiff scolds, whipping around like a scalded cat. Outside the footballer's look around, startled, but their atheletic reflexes recovering quickly as they start searching for the source of the scream.

Life as a good little girl/"Morgan! Take her in the change room!" Tiff orders, and he does

Life as a good little girl/The football players charge into the store and see you

Life as a good little girl/The angry shop keeper kicks you out through the back door