Life as a good little girl/Masturbate yourself to an orgasm
From Create Your Own Story
“I know! You have to masturbate,” the mystery woman crowed.
“Wh-what? That's… No!”
“Aw, so you lied about being a daring little girl?”
“I'm not. I am...” Dammit, why were you even contemplating doing what she was suggesting? There was no way that you were going to…
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!
"Stop! Stop!" you cry out, shortly after jumping a foot in the air. You whirl around, waving frantically at the insane woman in the car, but she shows no signs of stopping, leaving you with just one option.
"I'll do it!" you exclaim, hands flying to your crotch. "But not because I like... ah!"
"Sorry? I missed that," she says in a light voice. "Oh look, SHE'S PLAYING WITH HERSELF ON A PUBLIC STREET!" she hollers into the night. You stare around, looking for signs that anyone has noticed. No lights go on, no voices yell out or laugh, but you know it could happen at any moment, and you tremble at the thought of it.
"I love masturbating in public! I want people to see me playing with my dirty little cunt while I'm naked. I want them all to see what a horny little slut I am! There, happy?" you all but scream, wanting her to stop
"Sure. But all I wanted was for you to start walking."
"Wh-what?"
"Backwards. So I can see."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'll probably tell you if you're about to hit anything. Or anyone," she giggles.
"Bitch," you mutter, but rub your fingers along your absurdly slick gash. "Must be the heat making me sweat," you tell yourself.
"Penetration!" the idiot woman calls out as you shuffle backward.
You wince, looking around constantly. It's a miracle no one has turned on their light after her honking, or come outside to see what the racket is, but people still seem to be sleeping. Pushing a finger against your hot, tight opening you pause for just a moment.
"Toot!"
"I'm pushing my finger in my cunt!" you yell at her, wondering what else she wanted you to do.
"Sorry," she apologizes. "That was an accident. I was trying to find something in my purse." her head disappeared back into the car, but you faintly hear, "...nearly knocked... ra over. Ah!"
"Hey masturbating little naked girl!" she hollers out at you. It's painfully loud in the silent night, but at least it isn't a honk.
"What? I've already got two fingers in. Do you want a third? Well, fine, here's a third. I'm fucking my slutty little cunt with three fingers!" you yell at her, then wonder why you're yelling. She's not that far away.
"Good job! That'll get you ready for this. Catch!" she calls out, and throws something.
You've never been very good at baseball, so its no wonder that the long narrow stick she throws goes right past your grabbing hand. It might have helped if you'd removed the fingers from your pussy, but your brain seems to have decided that keeping the penetration going is of the utmost importance.
"Girl, you suck at catching. You better not have broken that. Now go find it. Without stopping. I wouldn't want to deprive you of your self-pleasuring."
Glaring a little, albeit weakly because it's feeling pretty darn good to finger yourself, you look around, wondering what she threw and where it would have gone. You eye the houses nearby, but they remain dark and quiet. When at last you find the object you nearly step on it.
"What...?" You stare down at it. "A stick? A bone? A..." you gulp, recognizing it as you pick it up. It immediately slips from your fingers again.
"Use that instead of your fingers, whore," the girl (woman?) commands.
"A... a dildo?" you ask, recognizing the toy from a porn film. You hadn't seen many of them in the films, but there was one with a dirty girl who was masturbating in front of a window while her rich father's Mexican gardeners trimmed the bushes outside... They watched her fucking herself slowly with the thick toy, pumping it in and out of her pussy until they came into the room. Lost in the throes of masturbation she noticed them only when one pressed his dicks against her mouth...
"That's the spirit. Suck it like you mean it," the woman cheered, bringing you back to reality, where a thick rubberish cock-shaped toy was past your lips and pressing against the tip of your tongue.
"No!" you exclaim, trying to pull it away. It only makes it about an inch from your lips, a string of spit linking it to your mouth.
<Honk>
"Fine! Look, I'm sucking a big, thick dildo while I masturbate naked!"
"That's great, slut, but I honked to warn you that you're at an intersection. Better decide which way you want to go."
"What?" you look around, fingers and dildo pausing for a moment. As you stand in the bright glare of the streetlight immediately above your brain struggles to remember what you're doing out here, other than being bullied into showing off your body for any passing people or cars. Your body shudders and you gasp, and your fingers go back to pleasuring yourself, your mouth struggling to engulf the thick black dildo.
Leaning against the street light you moan around the intrusions, the heel of your hand smacking against your greedy little clit, sending zinging pleasure throughout your crotch.
Abruptly a light flares, pauses, then you see tail lights of a car receding down the street you'd just come from. Your knees go weak as you realize that whoever they are they could have seen you doing such a degrading thing. You stumble along the sidewalk toward Tiffany's, trying to remind yourself of how proud and turned-on Tiffany would be if she saw you like this.
<Honk>
"Turn around so I can see!" the lady calls out, her car turning to follow, her headlights keeping you fully illuminated for anyone that might look out.
Without thinking you turn, as if your body is programmed to obey instructions. Why you should care what she thinks, or do as she says, isn't on your mind for more than a second. You just want don't want her honking, or drawing attention to you. Besides, it's somehow not quite as scary having her here, and if she approves of what you're doing...
"Suck your cunt slime from your fingers. Let's see you fuck that pussy with the dildo," she instructs.
Pulling the black dildo from your mouth your hands switch positions, and for the first time in your life you taste a girl's juices. You'd have rather that they be Tiffany's, but you do as commanded. The toy feels enormous against your lower opening, so you rub it back and forth, putting more and more pressure on it as you try to prepare your virginal opening for its first non-finger penetration. Thank God you've been fingering yourself, you think as you feel its thickness slowly stretch you. And thank God you're so sweaty down there. Even so you find yourself freezing as you try to ease it in.
"Ow ow ow OW!"
<HOOOONK!>
"I'm trying, alright? Give me a minute. It's hard to stick kthis big thing up my pussy while I'm walking!" you call out, and the honking stops, along with the car.
The shadowy head sticks out. "Fine. Move back and to your right. You can lean against this corner's street light."
Looking around you spot a familiar sign. Tiffany's house is off of this street, and thinking of her provides some motivation. Leaning back against the street light, hoping that no one comes along, you try again to insert the dildo inside of you.
"Ow ow ow ow ow," you practically chant as the head of the dildo expands the more you push it.
"Ow ow ow ow owww," you moan, reaching the thickest part and pushing. "OW!" you exclaim, the thickest part at last past your aching lips.
"Thank God I don't have a hymen," you mutter. Lots of biking had taken care of that. You'd never be able to go through with this if you had to deal with that.
"Ow ow ow ah," you groan, inching the dildo in and out a little bit at a time. "Ow ow ow ah ow ah ow ah," you gasp, feeling the pain of the stretch mingling with a little pleasure.
Deeper the dildo goes, reaching places even your fingers had never touched, making you wince and moan, your hips wiggling against the coarse cement of the street light above you.
"Ow ah ah ah ow ow ah ow. Ooh."
Closing your eyes you block out the light night sky, the bright circle of light surrounding you and the high beams of the dominating woman watching you. The dildo goes deeper, faster, and you find the immense stretching to be a pleasure even as it hurts.
"Ow ooh ah ah ow oh ah ow ow ahh. Oh!" you blink as you feel the dildo tap lightly against the end of your vagina. You draw it out then push it forward, feeling your fingers grazing your own lips.
"Ah Ah ohh ahh OW! AH! OW AH AH" your pace picked up, the dildo harshly pushing aside your tight young walls, and the outside world began to dim, fade away like you were back home in bed, dreaming about a group of guys gangbanging some helpless girl who looked a lot like you.
"Oh yeah. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. All of you! Harder!" you cry out, imagining a group of guys surrounding you, their rough hands forcing you down upon their dicks, which would slam into you without mercy or compassion. Your hair would be wound around their fist. Just like that. And they'd force their dick into your mouth, making you drool upon yourself as you gag. Until at last...
<CLICK> <CLICK> <CLICK>
<squirt> <squirt> <squirt>
Screaming in pleasure you fell over the edge of your first non-finger orgasm, the large object still painful within you, yet that pain being even more of a turn on than a mere finger. It feels like you'd imagine a real dick. Thick and hard. And as you cry out your orgasm, pushing the dildo in as far as it can go, you can almost feel the cum of your imaginary lovers spraying across your face, your tits, your stomach. It feels so real even as your own orgasm winds down, and you open your eyes at last.
"Good job, Stephi. These guys got so horny watching you they came almost instantly," the woman calls, but you barely hear her as you stare at a small group of guys with their dicks out, each masturbating to the site of you. Half of them retreat, leaving a few to finish themselves.
"Who... What...? You...?" is all you can stammer before another shoots his load at your thighs, one rope hitting your clit directly. "Ah!" you squeal, pussy clenching, and a small jet of clear liquid shooting out, joining the large patch of moisture already on the ground. You double forward at the sudden sensastion, just in time to catch another man's spray in your eye. You feel him finish in your longer brown hair, joined soon after by the last guy, who hits one side of your cringing face before he shoots the rest on your back and hair.
"Fuck, you were right," they say to the woman in the car. "She really is a slut."
"Told ya. Worth getting out of bed?" the woman asks.
"We weren't in bed, but yeah. More worth it if we fucked her," he says.
Life as a good little girl/Coming to your senses you run away, making it safely to Tiffany's place
