Taken: Part 3

Miss calls you downstairs.

“Get your shoes on honey. We’re going for a walk.”

You eye her nervously. Every time she’s taken you out like this, you’ve been used by a lot of women. Repeatedly. Which you’ve come to enjoy… But this isn’t a party.

“Shoes, now.” Her tone brooks no arguement.

You put your shoes on.

You follow her through the streets, before she makes you stop and blindfolds you. She takes you by the hand and leads you through a larger, echoing space, filled with the sound of footsteps, laughter, chatter. People are everywhere around you. Sometimes there’s the clatter of a kitchen, or music accompanies you as you walk, coming from either side, or above randomly.

She leads you onto an escalator, telling you when to step on and off, through a dizzying amount of corridors. The music fades, the crowd lessens. She sits you down on a bench, places something around your neck, and removes the blindfold.

You find yourself in a quiet part of a shopping centre, with a sign around your neck. A sign that says ‘free use’.

“But Miss,” you say worriedly. “We’re in public.”

“I know.”

“Miss, please, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Do you trust me?” She asks, holding your hand and squeezing it.

You nod.

“You’ll be ok. I’ll be here the entire time.”

You calm a little. No one’s been by for a while, this might be ok…

A pair of laughing women approach. A shorter, petite brunette and a taller, toned blonde.

“Is that for real?” One of them asks, gesturing at the sign. Miss grins.

“Yes.”

They don’t hesitate.

Miss holds you still so you can’t ruin things.

The brunette woman stands watch whilst the other drops to her knees, frees your cock and strokes it until it hardens. Then she sucks you greedily. Miss clamps a hand over your mouth so you won’t betray them by moaning, but lets you go otherwise, trusting you.

Seeing your Miss is keeping a keen eye on your surroundings, the other woman moves closer, occupies one of her hands with your balls. She slips the other into her trousers, starts to masturbate. She looks at you. You offer her your hand.

She takes it, lets you play with her warm, wet, pussy. Gasps softly as you circle her clit and then slide your fingers inside her, trying to stimulate her g-spot and clit all at once.

Meanwhile, the other woman is making soft gagging sounds as she takes you into her throat. Miss removes her hands, gives you a sharp warning look, and moves toward her. She grabs the back of her head, controlling how she bobs, forcing her deeper onto you. She then slips a hand around her, into her trousers, and begins to play with her. She moans around you, drooling, gagging, and you have to moan yourself.

The brunette pulls your head forward, kisses you hard. She makes out with you as her pussy clenches around your fingers. She’s warm, her walls slick around you. She bites your lip, hard. Tenses more.

Whispers, “Fuck, *fuck*,” against your lips as you don’t stop for even a second.

She cums on you, around you. You fuck her through her orgasm. When you take your fingers out she makes you suck your fingers clean, and her sweetness lingers on your tongue.

The other gags on you as she cums, her whimpers vibrating through you. Miss keeps one hand on her head as she forces you to clean her fingers too.

You cum into her waiting mouth and she swallows the load down hungrily.

They both walk away satisfied.

Miss doesn’t bother to cover you up.

The next few people to pass ignore you, but then a lone woman approaches. Dark eyed and slim, she and Miss look at each other. Miss nods, and without speaking a word, the woman straddles you.

She pulls her skirt up, pushes her thong to the side and then positions your cock, looks at you enquiringly. You enter her with one quick thrust of your hips, and she works her way down the rest of your shaft. Then she rides you hard, pumping you in and out of her, rocking her hips, quickly, savagely.

Her head is leaned against your shoulder and she’s gasping softly, a hand working away at her clit. You cup her breasts through her clothes, circling your thumbs over her nipples.

She cums quickly, climbs off and walks away, leaving you sticky with her juices.

The next woman to approach you asks if you’ll eat her out in an uncertain voice.

Miss tells her yes, pushes you down onto your back. She straddles your face.

You lick her pussy, playing with her clit slowly, gently. Slide your tongue between her lips, thrust yourself inside her and explore her walls. Her wetness clings to your lips, coats your tongue. You lick them, swallow her down, and lick her into climax. She grinds her hips into you, gasping, her body quivering under your provoking mouth. She cums.

When she’s left, you lay there, barely protesting when another woman rides you to completion, her walls clenching around you as she finishes.

Then the security guard approaches. She looks stressed. And she can’t help herself from eyeing you up with interest for a second.

“You need to leave. You’re lucky I haven’t called anyone else in.” She says coolly.

Miss smiles at her. “If I let you use him, if you don’t call anyone else in. And we’ll let you escort us out without trouble.”

She sighs, eyes you up again.

“Fine. But we’re going somewhere quieter.”

She leads them into a quiet, out-of-the-way corridor, makes you lean against the wall as she drops to her knees and sucks your cock, mouth tight and warm around you. She switches to your balls before standing up. She half undresses, presses herself against the wall and makes you pick her up. Her legs wrap around your hips and she gasps as you enter her.

You fuck her slowly, deeply, as she holds you close.

“Faster…” she moans as she tells you.

You fuck her quicker. Her nails dig into your back, marking you. You hold her tighter as she rocks back against you.

She tenses around you, gasping softly into your chest. Shudders as she climaxes.

You slow. “Keep going. I want your cum inside me.” She orders.

You pound her hard. Her nails scrape your back as she clings onto you.

You fill her up with your cum.

She unwinds herself from you, flushed, dresses quickly.

“Come on then,” she says.

You hastily make yourself presentable, and Miss removes the sign before you’re lead to a quiet side exit, and told to leave.

Outside, Miss hugs you, and tells you she’s proud of how you performed, how you were such a good boy at the end.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qr7d8l/taken_part_3