When Mason pulled into the back lot of an auto repair shop just outside of town, I didn’t ask questions. Sitting in the passenger seat of his large sedan, I looked around as if expecting an ambush.
My apprehension made Mason grin. “Relax,” he said while lowering all the car windows. “Nothing happens unless you want it to, remember?”
I didn’t trust my voice, so I simply nodded. The mild spring breeze felt like a balm on my flushed cheeks. Though my hair was drawn back in a messy bun, I’d already begun to sweat.
“We’re a few minutes early. That leaves us just enough time…” Mason leaned toward me and began unbuttoning my blouse. “To get nice and comfortable in the backseat.”
Though the shop building prevented anyone on the highway from seeing us, I could easily hear the continual whoosh of vehicles. To our right was a vacant lot, overgrown with brush. On the left was a former thrift store, now gone out of business. A stand of trees bordered the auto shop’s property line behind us.
I had to admit, Mason had picked the perfect location. It was risky, but not stupidly so.
Glancing downward, I discovered my blouse was halfway open.
“Juliet.”
I looked up to meet Mason’s stare. His eyes, as dark as his hair, held a question: Do you still want this?
Even though I was scared as hell, I did want it. We’d gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. Mason had to find the right place, and more importantly, the right person. And I’d arranged to take part of the afternoon off, telling my kindly boss that I had a doctor’s appointment. Mr. Knox had assured me he’d handle everything while I was gone. Mason had worked the previous Saturday, so he was off today.
I refused to lose my nerve now. Without hesitation, I continued unbuttoning my blouse until it draped open to reveal my lacy bra. The undergarment revealed a hint of my rosy nipples.
“That’s good,” Mason whispered. “You look so sexy like that.”
I gasped when he slipped a hand into my bra and squeezed my breast. As he and I shared a hard kiss, I wondered if someone was watching us from the shop building’s back window.
Mason’s mouth grew so fierce on mine that his beard chafed me. Still, I moaned from the feel of his fingers teasing my nipple.
He finally broke the kiss, his stare hot. The playful grin returned to his face. “Ready to fulfill your fantasy of being a slut for a day?”
I dared to place my palm between his thighs. My boyfriend was already hard beneath his jeans.
“Absolutely.”
Mason released a quiet moan while I stroked him. “Then get in the backseat,” he demanded. “Right now.”
I started to pull my blouse together, but he seized my wrist.
“No sense in covering up.” His face twisted into a sneer that both unnerved and aroused me. “You’ll be showing a lot more real soon.”
Though my eyes widened, I didn’t protest. Instead, I scrambled out of the car, my heels wobbling on the gravel. At least I still had my bra on.
Once I’d practically dived into the backseat, Mason slid in next to me. My attempt at modesty clearly amused him, for he was chuckling even while stripping me of my blouse. Breathing in, I smelled my sweat, faint but humiliating all the same.
Mason folded my blouse with care before placing it in the passenger seat. It was all I could do not to cross my arms over my breasts. His face took on a new intensity, a kind of wild eagerness, as he unhooked my bra.
Again, I looked around us, terrified of being caught. It was then that I saw a man step through the shop’s back door.
Since Mason and I had been dating for just a couple of months, I hadn’t yet been introduced to his entire circle of friends, and this man was a stranger to me. Like Mason, he was in his thirties, and he wore jeans and a T-shirt. I guessed he was a few inches taller than my boyfriend, and his build was decidedly more muscular. He had that shade of hair between dark blond and light brown.
When he focused his attention on Mason’s car, his lips curved into an easy smile. I couldn’t look away as he covered the short distance between us. Of course, Mason noticed my distraction.
“What do you think, baby?” he whispered in my ear. “You gonna enjoy sucking his cock?”
I actually licked my lips. Maybe being a slut for a day would come naturally to me.
“Oh, I think I’ll love sucking him off.”
Beside me, Mason moaned. “I can’t wait to see it.”
Thank God my boyfriend wasn’t the jealous type. Otherwise, I never would have confessed my fantasy of being used as a fucktoy in a public place. And not just by Mason, but also by a friend of his. We’d discussed hard limits. If the encounter got too intense and I said stop, everything would come to a halt. I felt safe with Mason, and I knew the man he’d invited to join us could be trusted as well.
That man now leaned forward to get a better look at me through the back window. Mason had just removed my bra, so my tits were completely exposed. The man’s stare traveled from my face to my breasts, then moved downward, over my bare stomach. While my dark blue skirt wasn’t tight, it was a little short for the office, and when Mason spread my legs apart, the hem rode up to flash the tops of my thigh-highs. I’d already taken off my panties in the restroom at work.
The stranger’s eyes again locked with mine as he said, “What do we have here?”
Mason began lifting my skirt. “This is Juliet. As you can see, she’s a horny little slut.”
I let out a whimper when he exposed my smooth pussy. In seconds, my skirt was bunched around my waist. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life.
Looking from Mason to the stranger, I found they both wore the same hungry expression.
“Juliet,” my boyfriend said while sliding his hand along my thigh, “say hello to Hunter.”
“It’s…” I gasped from the sensation of Mason’s fingers at my clit. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Hunter’s smile widened. “The pleasure’s all mine. Now, I wish we could get to know each other a little better, but I’ve got a shitload of work to do in the shop, especially since I gave everyone else the afternoon off. So…” He straightened up and then opened the car door. I tried and failed to hide my shock when he started unbuckling his belt.
Of course, I’d realized things would move quickly. But this… we’d barely spoken two words to each other, yet he readily leaned against the car, thrusting his hips forward, and… oh fuck, his dick was right in front of my face!
Not even fully hard, the man had an impressive package. Maybe his being shaved smooth made him look larger, but he really didn’t need any help in that area. He’d be wielding eight inches in no time.
Hunter gave the car roof a tap. “Come on, sweetheart. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”
His crude words had my pussy drooling. I needed no coaxing from Mason; instead, I slipped out of my heels and then got on my hands and knees in the backseat, with my boyfriend behind me. I heard Hunter’s satisfied groan when I grasped his cock and gave it a few tentative strokes. I was now so close that I could catch his scent.
Working up all my nerve, I opened my mouth wide and took him between my lips. Immediately, I felt how different he was from Mason. Thicker, and at least a couple inches longer.
Though I couldn’t see Hunter’s face, his voice made it clear I was pleasing him. “Mmm, yes! Suck the tip, baby…”
Mason reached around to play with my tits. When he pinched my nipples, I moaned all around Hunter’s dick.
“Get in here,” Mason called to his friend. “There’s room for the three of us.”
Hunter withdrew, his cockhead wet with my saliva. The moment he climbed into the backseat, his mouth was on mine. Rather than being forceful, his tongue merely teased. I was the one who gave his lower lip a bite.
While Hunter fondled my breasts, Mason’s hand worked at my cunt. I was soon sopping wet, my breaths coming out as whines. I had no doubt both men could smell my arousal.
Mason wove his fingers, slick with my pussy juice, through my hair. My bun loosened even more until it threatened to unravel altogether. I didn’t resist when my boyfriend guided me back down toward Hunter’s erection.
“Show him what a slut you are,” Mason said.
That big cock glided past my lips and toward the back of my throat. Though I had plenty of experience giving head, I’d never learned to fully suppress my gag reflex. Today, that didn’t seem to matter. I continued sucking even as I choked and my mouth flooded with more spit.
“My God, she’s good!” Hunter told Mason. “So hungry for it.”
In response, Mason rubbed my clit at a furious pace. I pulled off Hunter’s cock long enough to release a cry. Hunter allowed me to fill my lungs with air before he pushed my head down again.
“You want me to fuck that pretty face?” he asked, and I made an enthusiastic noise to convey my assent.
Tightening his grip on my hair, Hunter bucked his hips. Again and again, he drove his dick deeper into my throat until my tonsils felt raw. My jaw ached, and my eyes streamed tears.
Yet I loved every second of it.
“Can’t get enough, can you?” Hunter said through clenched teeth. “That’s it… take a little more… ah, fuuuck!”
As his cock throbbed between my swollen lips, Mason pushed me closer to orgasm.
“What a dirty little whore you are!” my boyfriend said while brutally fingering me. “What kind of woman allows herself to be used this way?”
I started shaking all over. It was Mason’s words as much as his touch that had me on edge. He laughed when I started whimpering, my mouth full of cock.
“She’s gonna come,” he told Hunter. “She can’t help herself.”
Hunter roughly pulled me off his dick. Though I parted my lips to scream, he clapped his free hand over my mouth. Somehow, Mason kept finger-banging me even as I squirmed and writhed. Throughout my orgasm, I felt powerless in a way I’d never experienced until that moment. No longer in control, I found freedom. Maybe that was what I’d desired most of all.
Even after my quaking subsided, I was given little time to recover. Mason heaved me back into a sitting position, as though I were a doll. I now sat between the two men. Like Hunter, my boyfriend had his cock out, and I knew I was about to be impaled on it.
Strands of my hair fell into my face while Mason dragged me onto his lap. Straddling him, I reached between my thighs to guide his dick into my pussy.
We both moaned as I sank downward. With a surprisingly tender touch, Mason smoothed back my hair.
“Christ, you’re a mess.” He wiped at my damp cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You okay, Juliet?”
“I’m perfect,” I assured him with a grin.
“You certainly are,” Hunter said from beside us.
I actually giggled at that. When Mason cupped my ass in his palms, I let him set the rhythm of our fucking. In moments, I was bouncing up and down while he did his best to suckle my tits.
Not content to simply observe, Hunter scooted closer and snaked a hand between me and Mason. His fingers were merciless at my ultrasensitive clit.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna…!” My face pinched up, and my fingertips burrowed into Mason’s shoulders. It was too much; I almost pleaded with Hunter to stop.
Instead, I let him send me into another series of spasms. The force of each one drew a groan from Mason’s throat.
“I can’t last!” he warned me, but I was too lost in my own bliss to care. Vaguely, I heard him ask me where I wanted his cum.
“In my pussy!” I choked out. By now, I was slumped forward while he pumped into me at a frenzied speed.
I could only moan at the feel of his semen flooding my insides. In my peripheral vision, I saw Hunter stroking his dick. Though he’d fallen silent, I easily discerned his need. Maybe I was merely flattering myself, but I got the sense he was struggling to maintain control.
Of course, I wanted nothing more than for him to lose it.
As my clit pulsed and my pussy spasmed, I welcomed Mason’s deep kiss.
“You’re not finished being a filthy slut yet, are you?” Grasping my chin, he forced me to look at him. “You’ve got another cock to satisfy.”
“I’m not finished,” I replied in a surprisingly even voice.
That was all the answer Hunter needed. With strong hands, he lifted me off of Mason’s lap. As soon as my boyfriend’s cock slipped free of my cunt, I felt his semen oozing out of me.
A startled shriek escaped my lips when Hunter hauled me out of the car. Mason merely laughed at my reaction.
“Try not to get any jizz on her skirt,” he called to his friend. “She’s gotta go back to work right after this.”
I was so nervous that I barely felt the gravel digging into my feet. The shop building cast a shadow over much of Mason’s car, so the hood was cool against my skin when Hunter pressed me down upon it. Once more, I grew hyperaware of the steady traffic on the highway.
As Hunter stood behind me, I felt him slap his dick against my bare ass. Though Mason had now joined us, he stood back as a passive observer.
“Tell me how much you want this dick.” Hunter brought the tip to my entrance, but instead of pushing in, he merely lingered there.
“Please!” I cried, partly from horniness and partly from fear of being caught. “Please fuck me with that huge cock!”
Mason stepped forward and placed his palms on the hood. Lifting my head, I met his stare. I struggled to read his expression. Had we taken the game too far? Was he angry? Or worse, hurt?
A sinister smile formed on his lips. Still staring hard at me, he told Hunter, “Pound her pussy.”
That first thrust was so violent, it pushed the air from my lungs. Bent over the hood, with my legs spread wide, I fought to draw in another breath. All the while, Hunter slammed into me. Each time our bodies forcefully connected, my hips were driven harder against the car.
Though I made a sound like a sob, I continued to beg. Just as I’d initially struggled to take him into my mouth, I now felt my pussy stretched wider than I’d believed possible.
“Someone could walk back here at any time,” Mason reminded me. “A customer coming to drop off a vehicle, maybe. And they’d see Hunter fucking your brains out.”
Instead of dampening my arousal, Mason’s warning fueled it.
“They’d see what a whore you are,” Hunter said through heavy breaths. “They’d know your dirty secret, Juliet.” Leaning forward, he pinned me down while his hips kept pumping away. “They’d see your pussy, already full of cum. Yet you’re begging for more.”
“Please, oh fuck, don’t stop!” My fingers splayed over the hood while my thighs trembled.
I felt Hunter’s hot breath on my face. “Gonna come inside you!”
As if to ensure he did just that, my orgasmic contractions milked his cock. I was already so full that the tightening of my pussy muscles bordered on painful.
In the grip of climax, I again met Mason’s stare. His smile was triumphant. Instead of calling me a slut and a whore, he mouthed a single word: Beautiful.
Hunter’s cries sounded deafening to me; it was as if he wanted to be caught.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “Got a big load for you!”
He kept rutting into me even while surrendering to his own release. In just seconds, our fucking was accompanied by squelching noises. My pussy was brimming with cum.
Afterward, Hunter slumped against me, breathing hard. Pinned to the car, I squirmed beneath his weight. Yet the orgasmic tremors continued rippling within my cunt. When he finally withdrew, I didn’t trust my legs to support me.
“Oh my God,” was all I could say.
Mason rushed to my side, his hands a comfort. “You alright, baby?”
With surprising agility, I stood upright and yanked my skirt down. “Now that you’ve both fucked the shit out of me?” I grinned at him and Hunter. “I’m fantastic.”
Before I could take refuge inside the car, Mason pulled me close and planted a kiss on my mouth. Only when he let me go did I realize I desperately needed to pee.
Meeting Hunter’s gaze, I asked, “Do you mind if I use your restroom?” I stood with my arms folded over my chest.
He’d put his cock away and now appeared as self-assured as ever. With an eyebrow lifted, he replied, “Go right ahead.”
I started to retrieve my purse and blouse, but Mason quickly stopped me.
“You know what we agreed on.” He did his best to look stern. “You have to go back to work without cleaning up first. I’ll give you your blouse, but the purse stays here.”
My mouth dropped open. “Mason, come on! My face is a mess, and I can feel cum leaking out of me right now. I need to get myself together.”
He merely grabbed my blouse from the front seat and handed it to me. While scrambling to put it on, I tried to reason with my boyfriend. “I could lose my job if I show up at the office looking like this!” Again, I glanced at Hunter, hoping he would come to my aid. He just smiled, unmoved by my growing anxiety.
“You won’t lose your job,” Mason said. “Knox would be lost without you. There’s no way that man would ever let you go.”
When I started to argue, he placed a finger against my lips.
“You said you wanted to be a slut for a day, not for an hour,” he reminded me. “A big part of your fantasy is returning to work so your boss can see what a dirty whore you’ve been.”
Even after all I’d just done with Hunter, and with Mason while Hunter watched, I still blushed. It was true that I’d fantasized about shocking my employer with my bad behavior.
Mr. Knox ran a small business, so it was just him and me at the office. I was his assistant, and he relied on me to keep everything running smoothly. If I were to abruptly quit (or be fired), he’d struggle in my absence, at least for a while.
Was it wrong of me to take advantage of that vulnerability? Wrong to be turned on at the thought of him seeing me when I’d just been fucked senseless? Why did that idea excite me so much, anyway? Maybe it was because Mr. Knox had always been a fatherly figure, kind and understanding. He was the one who encouraged me to take a few helpful college courses; he was the one who’d paid for that continuing education.
And now my boyfriend wanted me to repay all that kindness by acting like a disrespectful whore.
Sensing my shame, Mason cupped my face in his hands.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” my boyfriend said in a voice only I could hear. “Remember when I brought you lunch a couple weeks ago? Knox was there. His face lit up while he told me how wonderful you are. And the man’s stare was all over you, Juliet.”
I tried to shake my head. That was ridiculous. Mr. Knox was over thirty years my senior. Though he was divorced, I figured he dated plenty of women his own age. His face was lined and his thinning hair had plenty of gray, yet his shoulders displayed the broad strength of a younger man. I had to admit Mr. Knox was fine for a man pushing sixty.
“It’s true, and you know it,” Mason insisted. “He’ll let you get away with anything. So this is your chance to fulfill your fantasy.” The side of his mouth ticked upward in a sly smile. “Hell, it’ll probably get you good and wet to beg for his mercy.”
I wanted to muster up my anger. I wanted to demand that Mason take me home so I could have a hot shower.
But my tender pussy had begun aching for more. Imagining Mr. Knox’s expression when I stepped back into the office… Would he be furious? Repulsed?
Or would he surprise me?
I had to find out.
So I resolved to be a slut until the day was done.
