Last Saturday, I attached a dildo to my bicycle. It was a cute pink thing, one of my favourites. I tied it down with string from it’s fake rubber balls to the narrow seat of my bike. I put on my shortest skirt and skimpiest top, and rode that bicycle—in more ways than one— through the crowded downtown streets.
Some people were too busy staring into their phones to notice. Some were in too much of a rush to look anywhere else then straight ahead. A few saw and stared, mouth wide open, at the space between the bike and my ass. They had expected a gap there, but found instead my bare pussy gliding on a wet dildo. Just thinking about this made my juices overflow. Each small crack, every little bump along the road shook the dildo within me, pushing it deeper in what felt like a thousand ways. I moaned softly, feeling the excitement from my pussy.
I stopped at a T-Junction, somewhere in the bad part of town. I got off the, lifting my ass off the slippery wet seat. I took out the bicycle chain and lock. With it, I locked my wrists around the closest lamp pole I could find. I leaned my body on the pole for support, pushed my legs back and stuck out my ass. Patiently, I waited to be used.
Voices approached from down the street.
“See guys, I told you she’d be here. Every weekend she’s here!”
“She crazy or something? She knows she’s going to get fucked stupid being naked like that, right?”
“Hey girl, what’s your name?”
I begged them to fuck me. The men shrugged, and took out their dicks. The strong musk of their erect cocks made me light-headed.
They took turns to use me. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my asshole. Again and again, without rest, my holes took their rough poundings gratefully, like any slut would. A crowd started to gather, some joining in the fun, others opting to film it on their phones. I smiled for the camera.
Night fell, and the city air began to cool. The warm cum keep me comfortable though, it covering my face and ass, dripping down my legs. All over my body people took markers and vandalised me, calling me what I was: a slut, a whore, a hole, a cum dump. I was loose and shaking, I had came at least ten times by then. People were still using me when the cops came and scattered them off, binding my wrists with real cuffs and throwing me into the back of their car.
“You know the kind of trouble waiting for you back at the station, miss?” One of them asked.
“No, officer.” I bit my lips, and struggled against the cuffs.
“The kind you’d enjoy, slut.”
I was put into the interrogation room, and laid over the table. Facing up, my legs were cuffed to two legs of the table, spreading them wide open for use, and my hands cuffed to the opposite side. One by one officers and detainees alike came in and used me for their pleasure. One poured hot coffee over my breasts when I asked him, the pain adding to the pleasure of his warm cock in my asshole. Another brought in a vibrating dildo, the kind that wiggled and shook, and left that in me for hours, watching patiently. I liked it all.
Dawn came the next day, and they let me out. They brought my bike to me, and watched as I mounted it, taking the dildo in me easily. It felt underwhelming, next to all the dick I’ve had.
“Will you be coming in again, next week?” The officer asked.
“Of course.” I couldn’t wait.
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