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 Author: Awkward Dreams
Title: Use-Me Slut Goes Off the Rails
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: A bored slut posts an ad asking men to use her in perverted
ways and to surprise her.  Her first taker tells her to meet him on a bus
in a short skirt.
Keywords: MF, public, anal, gagging, humil, exhib

   Use-Me Slut Goes Off the Rails Chapter One By Awkward Dreams

   I guess living in a new city had made me nervous, and I suppose smoking
pot all the time might have impaired my judgement, but I think it was
mainly boredom that made me post the ad on Adult Friend Finder.  I was just
so sick of dating, so bored by all the men I met through traditional
venues. They were so normal, so timid, I wanted to vomit whenever I got
home from a date.

   Even the ones that were aggressive enough to get into my panties made me
want to cry.  The football player types just stuck their dicks in me with
no artfulness, not even any passion.  They just humped me like apes for a
few minutes before grunting and dumping their loads in my pussy.  They
always ended up looking sheepish afterward.  Some even apologized, probably
noticing how uninspired I was by their performance.

   The earnest nice guys were no better.  Good feminists all, they did
their best to make me come first by eating my pussy.  Not one of them was
any good at it, and they were too old for me to be their teacher.  C'mon
guys, read a fucking article or something, it's not that hard.  And if
you're going to start asking me if you're doing it right after only three
minutes, it's just not going to work for me.

   I'm not sure what dark secret of my childhood made me decide to post the
particular profile I did.  Maybe it was just the rum I got drunk on before
signing up.  Anyway, I was inspired, and I wrote the following profile:

   *** I don't want to be wooed, I want to be used.  I blame my mother, but
I'm no good at receiving pleasure and don't want to be with mama's boys who
want to please me.  I want a man.  A man who knows what he wants and isn't
afraid to take it.

   I have no desire except to be the object of your desire.  So for this to
work, you need to have desires, dirty desires.  I've had my fill of normal
guys, so only perverts need apply.  I want you to do things to me.  Things
you would never ask a girlfriend to do.  Defile me.  Molest me.  Don't make
love to me; masturbate using my body.

   Tell me to do things and I will, but I won't recite your script or
provide the enthusiasm.  You bring the lust; I passively take it.  I like
to be hurt, but no permanent injuries or death, please.

   If you think you get the gist of this ad, reply with only a time and
place I should meet you, along with any instructions I need to prepare
myself the way you want me.  I'll reply to confirm if I can make it.  Don't
tell me about yourself or what you want to do to me.  I want to be
surprised and afraid.

   Love, Use-Me Slut ***

   I included some pictures to inspire the perverts.  One of them was taken
from behind while I lay on my stomach on the bed.  Naked from the waist
down, my legs were spread so both my pussy and ass were visible.  I wore a
t-shirt that was pushed up to reveal my slim torso.  I was looking over my
shoulder at the camera, innocent smile and blonde ponytail beckoning.  The
second photo was taken from above while I knelt on the floor, naked, hands
behind my back.  I had a worried look in that picture, biting my lip and
looking very vulnerable.

   The response was immediate and voluminous.  Sadly, so many of the
responses were from men who couldn't follow simple directions, or who
wanted to rescue me.  I was tempted by a few responses from women offering
to eat me good, but for now I just filed them away.

   The first response that tingled my twat read as follows:

   Ride the number 45 bus from State Street at 4:35 pm tomorrow.  Stand in
the well by the back door, facing the rear.  Wear a short skirt and a crop
top with no bra.

   This seemed like a safe place to start, since it was in public.  It also
seemed pretty clear what this guy had in mind.  I loved being groped in
public, so this should be good.  I replied and said I would be there.

   As I waited for the bus the next day, I nervously looked around.  Some
of the men at the bus stop were making furtive glances at my legs, but none
of them seemed like my guy.  My skirt was very short, barely covering my
butt cheeks, and I was slightly embarrassed.  I had dressed like a slut
plenty of times, but in bars, not at downtown bus stops populated by
business people on their way home from work.  I was sober, and felt out of
place.

   The bus arrived, and I got on and walked to the back.  I looked at all
the people on the bus, and couldn't guess who might be the guy.  Nobody was
near the back door well, but I got in place as instructed, assuming he
would approach me when he was ready.  The well was deep enough that hardly
any seats had a view into it.  I stood in the corner of the well, body
facing the rear of the bus, turning my head left to gaze out the window.

   As I waited for my "date" to arrive, I felt even more exposed than ever.
Facing away from the rest of the bus interior was so weird and unusual.  I
had no way to see who was coming and going, or who might be watching me. 
My backside felt exposed, especially every time the bus stopped and the
door opened, sending a breeze up my skirt.

   The bus started filling up, and some other people started standing in my
well, on the other side.  I was wondering where he was, hoping I was on the
right bus.  Then he arrived, standing on my step, right behind me, so close
I could smell him.  My heartbeat and breathing sped up, and I started to
feel light headed.  This was definitely him; he was standing much too
close, his chest and crotch pressing against me.

   The man placed his right hand on the bar just above my head and I drew
in a sharp breath.  But he was just holding himself up as the bus took a
turn.  His skin was light brown, Asian.

   His crotch pressed more and more forcefully against my ass more and more
often as the bus accelerated and decelerated.  I pretended not to notice,
keeping my gaze fixed out the window and holding onto the railing with both
hands.  But my breathing was labored and my panties were getting wet.

   Then his left hand gently rested on my waist.  It was an unmistakable
gesture.  No man would touch me that way by accident.  He was making
himself known and seeing how I reacted.  I didn't move.  He took his right
hand off the bar and put it on the other side of my waist.  I still didn't
move, and kept looking out the window.  Then he started grinding his cock
into my buttocks, holding tight to my waist.  I could easily feel his
erection rubbing against my butt.  My breath became ragged from arousal.

   Then he put his right hand under my skirt and started groping my ass
through my panties, just as I expected.  It was thrilling to be molested
like this in public, by a complete stranger whose face I hadn't even seen.
Quickly, his hand was inside my panties, squeezing the naked flesh of my
butt cheeks.  God, it was delicious.

   I spread my legs a little.  This, he apparently didn't like.  He kicked
my legs together again, then put his left hand on my shoulder blades,
pushing my chest and face into the wall.  Adrenaline surged through my
body. He pulled his right hand out of my panties, then it returned moments
later, wet with his saliva.  His middle finger found my asshole and roughly
shoved itself inside.

   I gasped from the pain and surprise.  For some reason, I had expected
him to finger my cunt first, and I wasn't ready for the buggering.  His
finger felt huge in my butt, and he shoved it in and out quickly.  Then he
shoved it all the way in and moved it around like he was hunting for
treasure.  He was groping me inside my rectum.

   Turning my head left, I saw a middle aged Hispanic woman in a nurses
uniform.  She was watching us with a concerned look, and raised her
eyebrows at me, seemingly asking if I was in trouble.  I shook my head
gently and smiled, then closed my eyes and turned my head back to the rear
of the bus.

   After a minute, a second finger pushed its way into my asshole, then a
third.  My panties were soaking.  This was so perverse, so public.  I
wasn't just getting groped, I was getting anally probed.  Suddenly, my
molester took his fingers out of my rectum, and before I knew it, all three
fingers were in my mouth.

   I gagged intensely and loudly, first on the shitty taste, then on the
length and girth of his three fingers, forcing their way into my throat.

   I tried to turn my head, but he held it tight.  Then his left hand
pulled my panties down.  Way down.  My pink flowered cotton panties must
have made quite a sight, halfway down my thighs, several inches below my
skirt.

   I guess he pulled his dick out then, because I could feel it rubbing
against my ass cheeks, then up and down my crack.  He pressed his whole
body against mine, his mouth covering my left ear, grunting.  His tongue
flicked out of his mouth and deep into my ear.  This was the most
surprising violation yet, so wet and private.  He jammed his fingers deep
into my throat.  I gagged repeatedly and started drooling onto my shirt. 
His left hand ran up my front and under my top.  He mauled my tits and then
squeezed my nipple viciously.  A strange squeak left my throat in between
the choking sounds.  He humped my ass crack like a jackrabbit.  Then he
moaned into my ear, and I felt his jizz spurt out onto my butt.

   He removed his fingers slightly so that I could stop gagging, but he
stayed pressed up against me for a moment, catching his breath and slowly
rubbing his slippery penis against my buttocks, smearing his cum around. 
Then the bus stopped, the doors opened, and he got out.  He was putting
himself back in his pants as he stepped out, and he never turned in my
direction.  The doors closed again, and the bus resumed its route.

   I stood leaning against the wall, stunned, catching my breath.  Then I
remembered that my panties were down around my thighs, and I pulled them
up. I used the cotton to mop up the cum that was dripping down into my ass
crack.

   As I turned to face towards the inside of the bus again, I saw that the
Hispanic nurse was staring at me, more concerned than ever.  I touched my
crotch, smiled, and sighed to let her know everything was alright. 
Everything was more than alright.  I had just been used by a lustful
pervert, and it felt great.

   The biggest surprise of the day, however, awaited me when I got home.  A
message from the guy read as follows:

   Why the fuck didn't you show up, you bitch?  Fuck you anyway, you cock
tease!