The first time my [F] mouth got shared

This happened about 3 years ago when I was still in college…

So, my weekend. I would have said it’s hard to put into words what all happened except here I am, doing literally that. My Master was coming to pick me up and after a long week, that had gotten a bit emotional with my disrespect for him, I wanted to see him. I wanted to hold him, kiss him and that stupid big beard of his. I was ready to be his. Shortly after 7pm, he texted me that he was outside and I grabbed my purse and phone and nothing else. I don’t have to worry about those things now. He brings what I’m to wear and anything else I might need, even makeup. I’m only responsible for hygiene products if needed and my ID. Nothing else I need with him.

I bounded down the steps as the elevator in my dorm is unbearable slow. As soon as I came out, he was there parked, waiting for me. I let out a squeal and hopped in his arms, kissing him. He laughed and groped my butt quickly, before opening the door for me. I happily hopped in and when he got in, I leaned over and kissed him hard again. Gods, just a week and I had missed being with him so much. He pulled away after a deep kiss and snapped his finger, which means stop and pay attention. So, I did and he rubbed my cheek and smiled and then told me to blow him. So as we started to pull out of the college, I unzipped him and welcomed the smell of him. Tasting him as I felt him grow hard in my mouth. He patted my head and told me to go slow, so I did. I guess people might have been able to see, but I didn’t care. I had my Master in my mouth, I smelled his musk with every breath, I felt his warmth. I was happy. We got to his hotel and he told me to sit back up. I did and he kissed me again, grabbing my tit, his tit, firmly, before telling me to get out. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he checked in and I was probably grinning like a fool. When we stepped in the elevator, he kissed me hard, pressing me against the wall of it. If he’d told me to fuck him right then I would have and gladly. Instead, we went back to behaving ourselves. His suitcase in his left hand, his right on my neck, walking beside him

We had barely stepped in the hotel room when he locked the door and picked me up and tossed me on the bed. He told me to strip and I did and he was on me in no time. Then he was in me. My legs were hooked around his and I was biting his chest as we fucked fast and hard. Between the pounding, the urgency, and the blowjob, he didn’t last too long and pumped me full of his cum. I kissed him so hard and cried actually, telling him I was sorry about earlier in the week. My Master told me again that I was to not worry about it, that it would be dealt with tomorrow, and that I was to put it out of my mind. I did and kissed him again. He then told me to clean up and he’d put away our clothes for the weekend.

I took a quick shower, but a proper one. He put through his shampoo for me during it, always So Sexy shampoo by Victoria Secret. He loves the scent. I get out and wrap up my hair in a towel, and dry myself off. He kisses me quickly and hops in behind me as I go back to the bed. On it is my makeup, nothing fancy but he has dots on colors I’m to use, very dark red lip gloss, dark eyeliner, and fingernail polish that matches my gloss. Beside it is my plug, a thin and short black dress, a long jacket coat, also black, and 5in black heels. I sit down as he showers and put on my makeup and by the time he is out, I’m pulling on the dress. My chest is displayed quite well with it – not too deep of cleavage but it’s beyond clear that I’m not wearing a bra and my stiff nipples seem to enjoy advertising that fact. The dress clings to me, but is long enough to cover my butt easily, but short enough that I have to be careful sitting down or people will get a show. The heels I love and hate both. I feel so sexy in them, but I also have not mastered walking gracefully with them. Flat surfaces I’m fine, but I always feel like I’m gonna snap an ankle if I’m not careful. He comes out as I’m fixing my hair, and he puts it in a ponytail for me, jerking my head back in the chair so he can kiss me. Then he finished dressing as well.

Once we were ready, we headed out. I honestly didn’t know where we were going nor did I ask, I just held his arm and smiled and him and I think he enjoyed the appreciative stares I got walking beside him. That was fine with me, I liked the attention but I was exactly with who I wanted to be with. When we got to the entrance of the hotel, he helped me into my long coat and we went to his car. Before long we hit the first of 3 bars that night. We had some fun dancing at 2 of them, and we made out quite a bit in the third one. I think we spent 40-60 minutes at each one and I had more than a few drinks at each bar. We danced, we groped, we kissed a ton. I felt his fingers enter me probably a half dozen times, including a few playful tugs on the plug I wore. I know quite a few men looked at me and though I was starting to get a bit more than buzzed, I think a few saw his fingers do their work. By the time we left the last bar it was around 11 or 11:30 and I think it is fair to say I was a bit drunk. He told me to play with myself as we drove almost 20 minutes from where we’d been at, crossing the state lines.

We pulled up to a adult theater, with massive amount of parking, which I didn’t understand at first. He explained that it was for tractor trailers and then it made more sense. He brought me into the porn store, hand around my waist as we walked around in there. He pointed out all the toys, some fun, some almost scary looking, and we kinda chuckled about the porn videos. I honestly thought porn videos had stopped being a thing once the internet existed. I did notice that the volume of stares had dramatically increased along with their intensity. The lot was pretty full and though I wasn’t the only woman there (I think there were two others), I was the only woman dressed provocatively. My nipples were at full attention due to the cold. Eventually he took me over to the counter and started talking to the man. Now, I’m used to guys looking at me. Ever since my breasts came in, guys have looked, but most of these guys were full on leering at me. It was intense. I had no idea what was going to happen and I would be lying if I said I was both excited and downright terrified. I just tried to do what I did best with Master and not think. I saw him hand over a fair amount of money, or at least what looked like a fair amount, and once they were finished talking he came back to me and we went back into a dark area full of rows of doors. He was clearly looking for a number and once he got it, he took me into the fairly small booth. In it, a TV was playing porn and there was one chair, a trash can, a roll of toilet paper, and that was it. Except for a ovalish hole on the right side that was about 3-4 inches wide and about 8 tall, centered mostly around waist height. It wasn’t precision cut, but it was pretty smooth.

Master kissed me deeply and then pulled my dress up over me and told me he wasn’t ready to let others fuck me, but he figured that trashy whore mouth of mine could be had by anyone. There was already a hand sticking through the booth, finger inviting me over. I was so nervous but I took a few steps over and felt as his warm hand touched my pussy. I had no idea who was in that other booth, but he slipped a finger inside me as I leaned against the booth and let him. I was so wet it wasn’t long before 3 fingers were in me, but when I started to almost buckle, Master pulled me back and told me to kneel. I did and the guy offered me his fingers and I sucked them but he stood up and clearly wanted his cock sucked more than his fingers. I started sucking him, and his smell was strong, not stinky strong, just a man’s smell. His cock was average but I didn’t even know what he looked like as clung to the wall and basically let him hump my mouth. I won’t lie, having a complete stranger literally only using my mouth to dump a load was both humiliating and sexy in a way I never could have imagined. I felt that familiar pulse as cum filled my mouth. The man in my mouth shuddered and pulled out and I stroked him and showed Master the cum in my mouth. I noticed that he was stroking too and looking at me. He nodded approvingly and I swallowed and my Master asked the man to give another person a chance.

I stood up to stretch my legs and shortly another man entered. I let him fondle me and he asked me to put my breast against the hole. I did so and he played with it, tugging my nipple hard. I moan and then moaned more as he sucked on it for about a minute. I then stood up, and was fingered until my Master told me to blow him. I knelt down again and took the man in my mouth. I had barely started before he exploded in my mouth. I actually gagged a bit as I wasn’t expecting the sudden load. I showed it to my Master, before swallowing it and let the man finger me for a short bit before the man got out. The next couple were pretty much the same, some groping, mostly sucking them off when they came in. I didn’t realize till later that part of the money my Master gave was to pay for the free use of the booths.

Around the fifth man, my Master had me suck him some while the man fingered me, though I had to pull away when he pushed his cock against me. My Master then turned me around and had me start sucking, bent over. My jaw was starting to ache as he played with my plug and I pressed my face against the wood. I drooled down my chin as the plug was pulled out of me and I felt my cheeks spread. I placed my hands on the wall and sucked hungrily as he entered my ass, telling me what a dirty little whore I was. I started rubbing myself but he pulled my hand away. I just let go and let a stranger pump in my mouth as my ass was fucked. He wasn’t brutal, or fast. He simply took his time. He outlasted 2 other men that I only sucked off before he finished in my ass.

The next guy got to finger my now plug-less ass and pussy, as the night went on. By now, if I’d simply been on my own and risking this, I would have probably called it quits. My jaw hurt, my legs ached badly, and I was getting tired. One guy lasted at least ten minutes before cumming down my throat. He then quickly pulled out and a few spurts got me in the face. I looked at my Master and smiled. Despite the growing pain, I was still enjoying the thrill of everything. No one else pulled out like that. Most pressed as hard against the wall and as deep in my mouth as they could get. One man offered money for me to let him fuck me through the hole, but my Master told him no. He did let him finger my ass and pussy for a bit. Mostly it was just me being groped and sucking guys for another hour or hour and a half. It was past 2 am when we finally left. I put my dress back on and one guy clapped when I came out, walking unsteadily. I wasn’t really drunk anymore. My jaw made a pop or click when I opened it, not really loud but I could hear it in my head. I had my plug back in and my breath probably smelled of cum.

We got in the car and headed back to my state, but not long after crossing the bridge, I burped. It was a foul burp that I could taste but it came out so suddenly that I just laughed. Then I threw up all over myself and the car. He pulled over and I opened the door and pretty much all of that nights contents exploded out of me on the side of the road. He held my hair as I vomited and gave me some napkins and a water to rinse out my mouth. I started crying then, I was so embarrassed. I was a mess, as was his car, but most of it was on me and the black dress I had on. If I had been wearing the long coat I would have ruined it. He told me to relax and that it wasn’t my place to worry about such things. He made sure I understood that he wasn’t upset and in fact, told me to slowly suck his cock which I did. We got back to his hotel and he had me walk with the stain down the front of my dress. As we walked he told me I looked like a trashy slut who’d been came all over.

When we got to his room, he grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. He asked me what kind of woman throws up cum. I was already soaked as I hadn’t came all night and he held my neck and started fingering me. He wasn’t really choking me, just firmly keeping me in place. Otherwise I can tell you I’d have been grinding his hand. He kissed my nasty mouth, and I melted and begged him to fuck me. He shoved me to the floor and fucked the shit out of me there, pounding me harder than he had in a while. I was shaking and the carpet was rough on my back. I came like a bitch in heat quickly, but he lasted long enough for me to cum again as he told me what a dirty whore I was. Not long after, he pulled out and came on my dress and a bit on my face and got up. I started to pull off my dress and head to the bathroom and he told me to stop. He pulled my dress back down and looked at me. He said I could go to the bathroom if I needed to, but I was not to take off the dress nor could I brush my teeth. He said I should feel nasty and scummy for what I did tonight. He told me it was the trashiest thing he’d ever seen. So I went to bed with him in that dress, smelling quite rank and with a jaw that hurt like I would never had expected. Even so, I curled up as he held his slut, his whore, his property, me. And that is how my Friday went.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghkpj1/the_first_time_my_f_mouth_got_shared