The DARE

She could feel their eyes on her, moving all over her body.

She sat on the faded green couch at the entrance of the restaurant, the short grey skirt had risen up her well-shaped thighs, and she struggled to keep it at bay. Her breasts, ample and round strained against the tight top, as her nipples, hard from the cool evening weather, pushed against the flimsy material.

“Bad time to not be wearing a bra”, she thought to herself.

It was nearly closing time and the handful of patrons still in the little restaurant, were all considerably drunk. She was the only woman among them.

She’d been dared by her boyfriend to dress sexy tonight. She rose to the challenge, and decided to go almost naughty schoolgirl for him. A decision, she was starting to regret as the bravest of the dunks decided to get closer for a better look.

She looked to her boyfriend at the counter for to come to her aide, but all she found was him smiling back at her. She knew that smile all too well, she knew what it meant, she knew what he wanted.

Her rational side felt violated by dirty stares these men openly cast her way… But there was also a flutter of excitement. She was their object; she controlled the room.

As she looked back to him, he motioned her to uncross her legs.

She wasn’t from this part of town, she didn’t know these people and they’d never see her again after this,

Her legs slowly uncrossed and her caramel thighs parted slowly, the skirt she’d tried to hard to keep in check now gathered high and giving her audience a clear view of the tiny gold thong that gave what little coverage it could to her smooth pussy beneath it.

The gang of men had, now, all moved to tables around her. Their eyes fixed on her, like lions hunting their prey. She could hear them laugh and whisper to one another. Their murmurs indistinct but for the words she could clearly hear, “Whore”, “Bitch”, “Slut”.

One of the men joined her boyfriend at the counter, congratulating him on the “piece of ass” he had.

“Number 146!”

That was their order, she rose from the couch and walked to the counter to join her boyfriend, standing close to him. His hand reaching around and cupping her left butt cheek, stroking it, as he continued to chat to his drunk acolyte.

As they collected the brown paper bag that contained their meals, the rest of the drunk horde joined them.

She could see that each sported erection, that they did noting to conceal.

She had done that.

Drunk or sober, married or single, each of these men carried throbbing cocks for her.

“Enjoy your meal gorgeous”, the lead dunk said to her, “…and Buddy, you enjoy your dessert”

Handshakes all around for the guys, and for her, she felt some of the men brush up against her firm round ass, feeling the unmistakable hardness of their cocks against her.

Safely back in the car, she watched the men still looking at her as they drove away.

“Well, you were very popular”, he said with a smile.

“Clearly so were you, what were you two talking about?”, she chirped in reply.

“Oh, you know, guy talk, Football. Cars. Whether we would be interested in joining them in the private room at the back”

“Joining them for what?” she asked alarmed.

“Ha Ha… they wanted to fuck you babe”

“Oh my God!”

She could barely believe it.

“Relax, I told them there’s no chance. The only cock you getting fucked by tonight is mine”.

Before she could respond, she felt his hand slide between her thighs and easily move aside her thong. His fingers finding what they sought.

“Mmmmm….. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, looks like someone is wet from that that little adventure”.

She smiled back, there was no point in trying to feign innocence.

Yes she was wet at the thought of those cocks hard for her, she loved how those men looked at her. She was aroused thinking about all the dirty thoughts they had about her.

What would have happened in that private room?

Would their hands have been all over her, stripping her of what little she had on, would they have surrounded her, pushing her to her knees, offering each cock to her mouth in turn.

Would they all have fucked her?

While her mind raced at the thought, her hands, had instinctively unzipped her boyfriend’s jeans, and her hand caressed his thick cock. With effortless grace, she learned over from her seat, her warm wet mouth hungrily accepting his throbbing meat.

As he drove, her head rhythmically moved up and down his shaft, to the soundtrack from her appreciative moans.

Never before had she wanted to feel him explode in her mouth, as she did right now. She craved the feel of his hot cum, erupting in her mouth, she wanted to feel its silkiness coating her tongue, and savour it as it followed down her throat into her belly.

She felt his hand on the back of her head, was this that moment.

No!

He pulled her off him.

A roadblock.

Hurriedly he zipped up his pants, as she did her best to straighten out her clothes.

As the policeman approached them, she glanced at herself in the mirror, her hair was a mess, and she looked like she’d been sucking cock.

“Evening Folks, Routine Inspection, would you mind stepping out of the car?”

They had nothing to worry about, No Alcohol, No drugs. They happily complied.

The cop stared at her, the same look she had received earlier in the restaurant.

As one cop checked her boyfriend’s drivers licence the other came around to her. She stood against the car, the evening chill, hardening her nipples even more than before.

“Please turn and face the car”

Male officers never body search a female. Ever, his hands cupped her breasts.

A silent gasp escaped her, he slid his hand down her ass and without warning under her dress.

Already soaking wet, her pussy offered no resistance and her thong had been pushed aside earlier.

His finger, pushed into her.

She was stunned, not from being violated by his finger, but because she didn’t protest.

Where those men right about her?

Was she a “whore” and a “slut”?

Almost as suddenly as it happened it had ended. They were hurried into the car and were soon driving away.

As she related her experience to him, she explained how part of her enjoyed it.

As they walked into the apartment, he grabbed her.

“Fucking SLUT!” he hissed at her.

She was numb for a moment as the words echoed in her ears, but instead of the anger and outrage she expected, she felt his tongue force its way into her mouth, his hand pulling at her top.

Her skirt he pulled up around her waist, and in one rough yank, she felt the drenched thong, that had done its best to serve its purpose, rip from her waist.

Bent over the couch, her legs forced apart, he took that golden piece of torn lace, and rubbed it into her now dripping wet pussy.

As he pushed her down, forcing her hips outward, she tried to moan, but her open mouth was stuffed full of her torn thong, soaked with her pussy.

This wasn’t anything like they’d fucked before. This was rough, it was forced, it was rape.

Was he raping her? More importantly was she allowing him to rape her?

Before she could begin to rationalise what was happening, she felt his cock slam deep into her.

Hard…. Rough… Savage

The pussy soaked thong discarded from her mouth, she looked at him over her shoulder.

“Fuck your SLUT!”

“Rape me with your big fucking cock”

Pushing her to the floor, she spread her legs.

As he stretched her tight pussy, he called her every filthy name he could think off.

He pulled her to her knees, she knew what he wanted. They’d chatted frequently about his fetish of wanting to cum on her face.

She watched as he furiously jerked his cock inches from her face. When they’d sexted, he would always want her to say one particular phrase. With a smile she looked up at him.

“I want you to cum all over my fucking face!”

In an almost loving tone, he looked into her eyes and, whispered, “You’re a fucking slut, but you’re my fucking slut”.

As if to underline the sincerity of those words, she felt the first blast of his hot cum hit her face, several more followed in lightning succession. As if to cope with this onslaught of cum, she opened her mouth, almost immediately feeling another hot blast hit the back of her throat, followed by the full length of his cock.

She sucked wildly, milking him for every drop of cum that he could muster.

The avalanche of cum from her face streamed over her breasts, her hands rubbing her lovers seed into her skin.

In the aftermath, she lay on the floor. Her hair mangled with sticky cum. Her face and breasts shiny from his cum. He lay on top of her, pulling her close he kissed her, his cock finding its way inside her, desperately pumped what little cum into her.

“So, what do you think you next dare should be?”