Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 8
Hey, guys! Sorry for leaving you hanging last time. Craig took me out last night, and he got me a tattoo! He had me get a tramp stamp! You’ll never guess what it says. It says “Craig’s Onahole”. Well, it doesn’t use the name Craig, it uses his real name, but I’m not going to tell you what that is. I’m so happy right now. I’m marked forever. Now, every guy is going to know who I belong to. He says he’s going to take me to get my clit pierced next.
Craig doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings himself, but he says that since I’m his fuck toy, he’s going to customize me so I’m uniquely his. That’s so hot. I’m wet just thinking about him molding me into his ideal toy. My insides are already molded to his shape, so it’d be nice if my outsides matched. I do want to be his favorite toy.
I recently noticed him eying another girl. He mentioned recently having me become friends with her so he can find out more about her. I already recognized her from back when I attended college before I dropped out to be Craig’s permanent toy. I told him she’s already got a boyfriend, which is true, but then again, that never stopped him before. *Sigh*, it’s so hard to keep his eyes focused only on me.
Anyway, where was I? That was right, I was just a cock-gobbling whore who Craig pulled off the street. I was horny, confused, and disappointed after Brad couldn’t satisfy me at all with his baby dick. Craig dragged me into an alleyway between two apartment buildings, where there was a dumpster blocking the view from the street. He shoved me back against the brick wall of the building. He was so forceful and commanding that I was instantly wet.
However, I was still a naughty little vixen who hadn’t realized how great Craig truly was, and I still needed to be punished. At the time, I remembered being someone indignant. At least, all the other times we had sex, it had been in a bedroom with relative privacy. This was a dirty ally behind a dumpster in public. Although it was finals week and most people were indoors, those who finished up were out on the town to relieve stress, so people were walking by that alley every few minutes who could easily see us. However, Craig didn’t care about that.
“It smells.” I made a face.
His hand went right between my legs and pressed against my clit, causing me to gasp. “Do you want to cum or not?”
It was hard to say where my brain was at the moment. I was like a drug addict who needed my next hit. Part of me wanted to not enjoy it. I thought if it was in this place, surely, he couldn’t make me cum. If he failed to make me cum, it’d justify what happened with Brad. The other part of me was just desperate for release.
“Please, make me cum.” I found myself begging.
Craig wasted no time, pulling my panties aside and shoving two fingers into my already-drenched pussy.
I moaned, trying to keep it low, and my head fell back against the brick wall. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Craig leaned in, his lips close to my ear. I could feel his breath. It was sweet and minty. Why did he have to smell so good?
The way his fingers worked inside of me, they were familiar with my body and hit all the right places. Craig had a special touch. When his thumb pressed against my clit and circled it, it sent shockwaves throughout my body. My hips bucked, trying to get more. Craig bit my ear. His breath was hot, sending tingles down my spine.
Craig started fast and only got faster.
His thumb rubbed circles around my clit and his fingers moved in and out of me, making squishing sounds. He wasn’t just hitting my G-spot but also rubbing my pussy walls, which had never felt that good before. The sound of my squishy wet pussy could be heard between us and it was turning me on.
My moans grew louder, and I bit my lip, trying to keep it down. I felt his tongue go around the outer edge of my ear and I whimpered. My legs were shaking and my hands gripped the sides of his shirt. I was so close. Just when I was about to cum, his hand pulled out. I nearly stumbled as my building orgasm slipped away.
“Wh-what… keep going.”
“No,” He sniffed his fingers as he grinned. “I’d rather fuck you.”
“F-fine.” I agreed. “Fuck me. Quick, put a condom on and fuck me.”
He laughed. “Ah, I don’t have any condoms. Didn’t you throw them out?”
I blinked. “We-we can go get them…”
“You want to dig in the trash?” He looked at me with a mocking smile. “I won’t put trash on my dick, understand?”
At the time, I didn’t understand what he meant, but he was saying he didn’t see me as trash. You see, I saw myself as worse than trash at that moment, but he didn’t. Isn’t that so sweet? Anyway…
“Just stick it in…” I begged.
“Okay, just bend over the dumpster.” He grinned.
I was so horny, I was willing to do anything. I lowered my underwear and skirt and then bent over. My hands grabbed onto the greasy lid, and I smelled something rancid in my nose. I was also facing out of the ally. The next thing I felt him pawing at my ass. Yet, when he slid his dick into my wet pussy, it made it all worth it. I moaned as his hands grabbed my hips and he started pumping into me.
I could see the people passing by, but I knew they were there. It was like a constant reminder of what I was doing. Most of them didn’t notice us, but as he grew more and more aggressive, the dumpster started to squeak, catching people’s eyes.
It was the most thrilling experience of my life. Craig had been right, he didn’t have a condom, so it was raw, feeling the warm, moist skin of his cock as he plunged in and out of me. The way he held onto my hips was firm and forceful, and I could feel his weight press down on top of me. His balls slapped against my clit, and it drove me crazy.
The way he fucked me, it was fast and hard, but the way he hit my insides was magical. I’d rather Craig fuck me over a dumpster than Brad do it in a bedroom any time. It was incredible. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed off the walls, mixing with the wet squishy sounds of my pussy juices.
“I’m gonna cum!” I cried out.
“Make sure to smile for the audience.” he laughed.
That was right, I was bent over a dumpster and a half dozen guys were filming it. They couldn’t see any of my privates, but the sounds and position alone left little to the imagination. They saw me in all of my shame, but I didn’t care. I was being fucked like a whore, and I was going to cum from a man’s dick.
“I’m gonna cum!” I smiled with tears in my eyes.
He pulled my hair, making me cry out, and arched my back, showing my face to the camera. Then he bit my ear. It hurt but only for a moment. His thrusts got harder and harder.
I came so hard, my eyes rolled up in my head.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, pounding into me. “I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum. I’m gonna impregnate your whore pussy.”
At that moment, his words only made me cum harder. I was completely lost in lust. My pussy squeezed him so hard that I could feel him getting bigger, and his cum splashing deep inside of me.
“Cum in me!” I cried out, drool cumming out of my mouth as tears ran down my face.
My body twitched and I moaned as his cum filled my pussy. After a few moments, his thrusting stopped and his cock went limp, slipping out of me. Cum ran out of my pussy and down my leg. I collapsed on the lid of the dumpster, my bare ass hanging out.
When he pulled out, I could see his cum dripping from the end of his dick and running down his legs. I was vaguely aware of one of the guys running to the other side, filming me from behind as my gaping pussy leaked out Craig’s cum. Craig got the guy’s number and the guy sent him the video. I watched it. It always makes me wet.
“Mmm, such a good cumdumpster.” he grinned, putting his dick away.
“Y-yes… I’m a good cumdump.” I panted.
In the end, I was just a filthy slut to be cummed in. By the time I straightened myself out, Craig had already left. Some of the guys who watched offered to drive me home, but I had a feeling they were hoping for sloppy seconds. They were still under the assumption I was drunk. At the time, I desperately wished I had been. At least, then I could have excused what happened to an extent. I wasn’t in my right mind. I was under the influence!
I was so embarrassed, that I acted drunk until I shook off the guys. I couldn’t face them sober. I made it back to my dorm room and then took a shower. During my shower, I broke down and cried. Even now, I couldn’t say I was crying because of embarrassment, or because of relief. The following morning, I woke to my phone buzzing. It was texts from Brad.
Brad: We’re breaking up.
I was stunned for a moment before responding.
Me: Why?
The next moment was a screenshot from the alley last night. My heart went cold.
Me: Where did you find that?
Brad: Someone sent it anonymously. Look, you’re not who I thought you were. I just hope I didn’t catch anything last night.
My body shook.
Me: I’m clean!
I was clean, wasn’t I? Well, that’s a matter of debate. He didn’t respond, and if I’m being honest, I wasn’t even that upset. After our crappy sexual experience, my interest in him completely bottomed. I felt almost nothing at him leaving. In felt, I generally just felt numb. That’s when I noticed I had a text from an unlisted number.
Unknown: You didn’t have the vibrator I gave you in last night. You were wearing the lingerie I bought you though, so there will only be a little punishment.
I took a deep breath and then typed in the phone.
Me: Was sending Brad a picture of us in the alley last night the punishment?
I sent the message and then waited a minute before a response popped up.
Unknown: Did someone do that? There were so many witnesses taking pictures, it really could have been anyone.
His words caused my breath to catch.
Unknown: Your punishment is yet to come.
I shook, my breath increasing, but for a brief moment, I felt some excitement. I couldn’t help but remember how exciting and pleasurable it felt. That’s when I recalled that Craig came in with me the night before. I suddenly felt a bit of panic. I went back to the phone and typed.
Me: I could be pregnant! Is that the punishment?
Unknown: Lol, you haven’t taken care of that yet? You better go get some Plan B dummy. You might want to get on the pill too, unless you want to raise my baby.
I clenched the phone for a moment, but I decided the less I interacted with him, the better off I’d be. I crapped my keys and headed to my door, but then I stopped. After a moment, I walked back and opened my door. After a moment, I pulled out the vibrator. Shaking slightly, I put some lubricant on it, and then carefully inserted it. When I was done, I cleaned my hands in the bathroom and then headed off. No sooner had I gotten in my car than the vibrator turned on.
My body tensed. He hadn’t turned it on once in the weeks before, but he did the moment I had it in my ass. It was like he knew. I shivered slightly, trying to ignore the distracting vibrations inside me as I headed to the pharmacy. I bought a Plan B pill and then took it in the car.
At that point, the vibrations were starting to make me wet. Crossing my legs and trying to avoid the feeling, I decided to send another text. Ten seconds later, the phone rang and I nearly dropped it.
“Hello?”
“Honey, why do you need to go see a doctor?”
I had just texted my parents, letting them know I needed to see the doctor. How could I tell him it was because I needed a prescription for the pill?
“It’s just… stomach problems.”
“Pregnant?”
“Dad, no!” I cried out, although his words shook me even though he meant them as a joke.
“Alright, alright, well, we can get that taken care of when I come up.”
“Come up?” My face turned white.
“Yeah, it’s the end of finals week. You’re coming home for the holidays, aren’t you? Well, if your tummy isn’t feeling good, daddy will come up and take you home.”
“Dad…” I groaned. “Stop calling yourself daddy. I’m never going to call you that.”
“Well, if you won’t call me daddy. Who will you call daddy?”
I would find out soon enough.