I [F] like letting anonymous guys fuck me in adult porn shops… This is how it started [group]

The first time I did this… less than two years ago. Now I fuck big groups of guys whenever I get the chance ..

I don’t know what girls “who do this” usually look like, wear, or how they act.  I’m just me – a little bit girl-next-door, cute enough in a dress and sandals; long red hair and a curvy behind.  Basically a pacific northwest natural.  No makeup and a touch of fear.  I tend towards submission in sex and relationships.  My partner is sexy, tattooed, and protective.  Despite my terror, I don’t think he’ll let anything at all harm me. 

He’s done this before, I’m a baby.

There are so many cars when we pull into the lot of the adult theater.  He tells me how many men there may be inside.  I don’t think I am strong enough for this.  I feel small now, held and guided and his. 

We walk in and I can’t look around.  I am not sure if I could, should make eye contact with anyone.  I want to hide, a little.  I hardly remember it afterwards, but walking in is like any other video store.  Bright lights, porn everywhere.  Fairly inocuous, actually.  The clerk sells you a ticket, and you walk through a second room of fluorescent lighting and dirty movies, until you come to (what seems like…) a long hallway with a door at the end; posted signs and rules.

He turns me to face him, forehead to forehead and asks me if I’m ready.  I probably make some sort of not disagreeable sound, despite trembling.  He kisses me.  He leads me into a room.  

Rows of hard, plastic lawn chairs…I don’t know what I was expecting but I am certain that wasn’t it.  Bad porn playing on two screens in the front.  The smell of sex with lingering disinfectant.  Dim lights and a dirty concrete floor.

Men scattered throughout.  Touching themselves; each other.  I lower my eyes again, afraid to think too hard, to look too close, to call attention to myself… 

He leads me to a seat and sits me down beside him.  He talks to me calmly, he maintains contact.  He tells me he will tell me what to do.  He tells me he may not let anyone touch me.  I want to sink into the ground; I want to kiss him… 

When I look up again  there are so many more men standing around, sitting closely, touching themselves.  Not draw attention to myself.. Hah.  I am so scared.  My rational brain tells me I should panic, I should flee this place; there is no way in the world that a smart girl would be here.  Instinct. 

I look at him.  He kisses me.. And I am lost.  Blinding panic leading into fearful desire: I want to please him.  I am wrapped up in the way his eyes are on me, as if I’m a possession or as if I’m prey.  The distinction is unimportant with his lips on mine.  It takes me longer to admit that I want this for myself too.  

He undoes his pants and tells me exactly what to do.  

Stand up. 

Take off my panties and hand them to him.  

To give a show when I did it.  

To kneel at his feet and make him hard…

I thought I wouldn’t but… then I did.  

Being in front of him like that, after doing what I was told, was…it was pretty much wow.  My pussy is exposed, and I can feel my wetness in the cool room.  I am shaking… And then I have him in my mouth and he is quickly hard for me, and I wonder if maybe he would fuck me there.  Maybe it would be that easy…

“Look around.” 

I hesitate, I don’t want to know?  I’m scared of what I’ll see.  My heart is racing as I cautiously raise my eyes to glance around.  I make some strangled kinda noise and bury my face in his lap again. 

There are so many bodies, faces in the darkness…I think I might not be able to breathe.  But I do, and then his hands are on me, turning my face to take someone elses’ dick in my mouth.  

A barrier is broken here, a change. 

And he lets someone touch me, finger me, and I groan a little and hear my wetness in the dark room.  He directs it all.  And when he is in my mouth again, his taste mixing with the that of some random guy whos face I never saw; and he tells someone they can fuck me and tells me to look at him, well. 

That is fucking powerful.

He meets my eyes as some guy slides into me from behind, and this is for him, and this I am suddenly hungry for, and THIS I can feel for….and I could own this moment and I could clench my cunt around this guys cock and moan and make him cum. 

And this is for him,  and this is making me wet and now I am some dirty little girl kneeling at his feet in a sketchy room with a stranger making use of my hole.

And so many other hands are touching me.   His eyes are on me, and my moans are for him… 

The guy finishes quickly.  Now it’s all a blur.  More touch, unskilled hands making uncomfortable work of my wetness, he stops them and starts them and directs them.  He has complete control in this moment of my body, of more than that really, of every person involved in this room.

I have no authority here; no one is asking me for consent, for permission.  Oh, I know I could stand up, sit back, say no anytime but why would I?  This is intoxicating.  This I can’t describe.  

His eyes meet mine again and I wonder at the purity of this terribly dirty thing. I wonder if he’ll think I’m repulsive after this. (spoiler: he doesn’t.)

He decides I’m done.  He stands me up and he kisses me and I pull my dress down over my bare ass.  He steadily leads me to the car.  He puts me in the passenger seat and he tells me I was amazing. . *Then* he takes me back to the hotel room and destroys me ;) 

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