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 What She's Really Like By s19000 Chapter 6

   (exhib, d/s, solo, extreme fantasies)

   The men standing outside the car stared in at Jill.  She had taken off
her blouse and tossed it in the back seat.  Her swollen nipples stood up on
her small breasts.  Her feet were up on the dashboard, and she spread her
knees wide, pulling her skirt up around her waist to expose her soaked
panties.

   "They want to fuck you," said Sheila, who was sitting in the driver's
seat.

   "Good," said Jill.  She wanted to be an anonymous girl, available to be
fucked, and now strangers were staring at her while they exposed their
cocks.  Her mind slipped a little further down toward the dark nastiness
inside her.

   "Play with your pussy," said Sheila.

   Jill rubbed her hand on her panty-covered pussy, and the men began
jacking their cocks.  Jill knew they only wanted to get off.  They didn't
want to know who she was or how she felt.  If she couldn't help them cum,
they wouldn't be interested in her at all.  Knowing that made her more
excited than she had ever been.

   One of the men knelt down next to the car window, and Jill said to him,
"Do you want to fuck me?" The man nodded, and Jill's excitement made her
fuck her pussy against her hand.  Jill hoped the man would tell his friends
about the girl he saw in the parking lot and say things like, "I bet she'll
fuck anyone." She wanted people to talk about her that way.

   Sheila had told Jill to dress as though she was fourteen, and Jill wore
white cotton panties with little red hearts.  She was pretending to be a
teen-age slut, and it excited her to think that if she wasn't pretending,
she might not be hot enough for the men.  If she was just herself, they
might not want her, and a nasty idea rose out of the darkness inside her.
She thought about being fucked until she was so worn out that no one wanted
her any more.  She realized she wanted to be like that.  She pulled her
panties into her crotch and said to the men, "I love to fuck."

   "These guys want action," said Sheila.  "Fuck yourself like you do when
no one can see."

   "Oh, yes." Jill pushed her panties into her pussy with two fingers.  She
worked the fabric up her asshole with her other hand.  She looked at Sheila
and said, "I want to cum for them, but my panties are in the way.  I need
fingers inside me to cum." Her face was damp with perspiration.

   Sheila laughed "Do something about it.  You have my permission." Jill
tore at her panties, ripping them apart to expose her pussy.  "Make
yourself cum," Sheila said, "and tell them about yourself while you do it."

   Jill wanted to tell about herself.  She wanted her old life as a good
girl to end at last, and her new life as a cunt to begin.  She realized it
was really going to happen, in a darkened parking lot while she was
surrounded by men and their cocks.  It was going to happen because she
wanted it to, and not because she was tricked or seduced or forced.  She
would do it to herself with her own words.  She would degrade herself,
dragging herself down into the darkness inside waiting to claim her and
wallowing in perversion and nastiness until there was no going back.  She
shivered in anticipation and said to the watching men, "I'm going to tell
you what I'm really like."

   She shoved her fingers through her ripped panties and into herself. 
"Look at me," she said.  "I may look like a girl, but I'm really a cunt.  I
need to be fucked because cunts like me are for fucking.  I always need it,
and I fuck myself all the time." Her fingers moved in and out of her pussy.
"I like being a cunt."

   Jill's words, spoken of her own free will to people who didn't care
about her and would never care about her, tipped her over the edge of
normalcy and down toward the hungry darkness inside her.  She didn't try to
stop her fall.  She let the darkness claim her, and she sank below the
surface and away from the bright world where normal people lived.  She kept
talking, letting her words drive her deeper.  "I love to cum, because cunts
love to cum, so I'm going to make myself cum, and I want you to see me do
it.  Every time I cum, it makes me want to be dirtier and dirtier.  Oh
fuck. There, I did it."

   She came, and with a strange joy she felt the old Jill drowning in the
blackness.  Dark thoughts washed into her and filled her mind, and she
realized they had always been there, part of the darkness, even though she
had never acknowledged them.  She opened herself to them, and they
penetrated every corner of her mind and body.  She held nothing separate
from them, no safe place to retreat to, no normal spot she could use to
claim respect.  She wanted no difference between herself and the lowest,
nastiest perversion.

   When the darkness completely filled her, she sighed.  She felt a sort of
orgasm as the old Jill expired and the new Jill took hold.  It was the
completion of a change begun on that evening when she went to a restaurant
with her college friends.  She thought she was as normal as they were, but
while they chattered away, she was drawn to a conversation taking place in
the booth behind her.  She heard the voice of a woman tell another woman
about being fucked while a man called her a cunt.  When the woman announced
she liked being called a cunt, the idea lodged in Jill's mind.  She began
to realize her life was built on pretense.  She had been hiding what she
really was and pretending to be a normal person.

   The new Jill didn't want to hide what she was, and in a dirty and remote
parking lot she let the contents of her mind pour out, not caring any more
what others might think about her.  "I just came.  Did you see it?  I cum a
lot when I think about being fucked, and I think about it all the time,
because I should be fucked all the time.  That's why I have a cunt and a
mouth and an ass.  For fucking.  If I'm not being fucked, then I fuck
myself like I'm doing now.  But fucking's not enough.  I want more than
that.  I want to be used.  A good girl wouldn't want to be used, but I'm
not a good girl.  I'm a cunt, and I want to be used over and over.  I
should be used whenever anyone or anything wants to cum.  Men, women,
animals, I don't care.  I have three holes, and I want them to be used
until I forget I'm a person and the holes all that's left of me.  Then my
holes should be fucked over and over until they've been fucked too much. 
But even then the fucking shouldn't stop, because fucking's what I'm for,
and I should be used and used and used, and it should never stop.  Ah, ah!
I just came again.

   "Did you see me do it?  Every time I cum I want worse things, things no
normal person would want.  Here's one.  I want to be fucked until I pass
out and then fucked when I'm unconscious.  Wouldn't it be hot to be fucked
even when I don't know it's happening?  Oh god, I want it." Jill's body
jerked spasmodically as she moved her hands between her cunt, ass, and
mouth.  "Look, I'm fucking all three of my holes now.  I like to fuck them,
because they're the only reason I exist.  The rest of me doesn't matter. 
All my mind is for is to figure out where I should go to get fucked, and
all my body is for is to keep my holes warm and wet and ready to be
fucked."

   Some of the men were looking at Jill with disgust, but she didn't care.
It aroused her to make them disgusted.  "There's more," she said.  "I
shouldn't tell, because it's the nastiest thing there is, but I'm going to
make myself say it.  You know how?  I'll make myself cum again, and when I
do I won't be able to stop myself from telling.  Ah, ah, ah, fuck, I just
did it.  It felt so good, and it makes me want everyone to know everything,
so here it is.  You know what I really want?  I want to die from being
fucked.  Oh god, I said it.  I know it's awful, but it would be so hot to
die from being fucked too much, and that's what I want.  I want fucking to
be the last thing I ever do, and I want to know before the fucking starts
that this is the fuck that's going to kill me.  Knowing will make me so
hot, and I'll go ahead and let it happen, because I'm a cunt and I'll want
it, and it will be hotter than anything that ever happened to me.  And you
know what else?  I don't want the fucking to stop after I'm dead, because a
cunt should be fucked as long as it's warm and wet, and my holes will stay
warm and wet for a while after I'm dead.  As long as I can be fucked, I
should be.  So it will be even hotter to know I'll be fucked after I'm
dead. That's the way it should be for me, because fucking's the only thing
I'm for, and it's all I want to be for.  I should be fucked whenever anyone
wants to fuck me, and when people are done fucking me, they should just
leave.  They should just get out of the way so someone else can fuck me. 
And after I'm dead, oh fuck, after I die from being fucked, people will
keep fucking me and leaving until I'm not worth fucking any more.  That's
the way it should be and that's what I want, because I'm a cunt and I
should be fucked whether I'm alive or dead..  Then one last person will
fuck me and cum in me and leave me, and everyone will forget about me.  Oh,
I can see it.  My body's stretched out on the ground, and my legs are
spread, and my holes are available, but no one wants to fuck me, and that
means I no longer exist, because fucking's the only thing I've ever been
for.  Just fuck, fuck, fuck, that's all.  Fuck me.  Fuck meeee!  Oh, oh,
oh! I'm cumming so hard!"

   Jill sagged down in the front seat of the car.  Telling the truth about
herself had eliminated the tension and anxiety that usually agitated her,
and she was calm inside.  She looked through the cum-streaked windows and
saw the men walking away.  Her knees were apart and her pussy was on
display, but the men had cum and they weren't interested in her any more.
That felt right to her.  She knew what she was really like, and she
accepted it completely.

   "Time to go," said Sheila, starting the car.

   "I don't want to," said Jill.

   "Put your feet down," said Sheila, "or people will see you."

   "I want them to see."

   "Put your blouse on, too.  We've got to drive back through town, and
even you have to look decent." Sheila pulled out of the parking lot.

   Jill did as she was told.  Even me, she thought, as she looked past
dried cum at houses where normal people lived.  Even I have to look decent,
so I won't offend nice people who won't want me around.  It doesn't matter,
she thought, as the nastiness inside her bubbled.  I still want them to
know what I'm really like.  I want them to whisper about me and point at
me. I know it'll make me want to cum.

   Sheila stopped the car outside Jill's apartment and said, "I don't think
we'll do this again.  You're too much, even for me." She drove away,
leaving Jill alone by the side of the road.

   Jill watched her go and thought about what had just happened.  Sheila
knows places where they have public sex, Jill thought.  She goes to those
places herself.  She's a person who sells sex toys.  And she doesn't want
to know me because of what I'm really like.  Oh fuck, I need to cum again.

   Jill put her hand between her legs and did herself while she stood on
the sidewalk outside her apartment building.