I work as a secretary in Poland. I’m married, and I have a son who is still studying.
The stereotypes about office girls must be true because I have experienced that most of us have wild sexual desires while sitting at a desk all day long.
This is not an excuse for my behavior that led to this. I had fantasies about dirty things as a teenager as well.
I’ve never talked about it to anyone, but I grew up in a normal family, around normal people, and the behavior of others made me feel like I had to forget my dreams and shouldn’t have done anything bad in my life, especially after becoming a mother.
And because of that, I tried to force myself to forget my lust after a while, but I always felt a strong attraction to something similar that happened in this story.
I’ve always been in love with sexy and inappropriate outfits. I started wearing high heels in middle school, and my parents tried to talk me out of it, but they realized soon they couldn’t have changed me. After school, I became a fan of stockings, too. It’s not necessarily a fetish; I just feel comfortable dressed this way. Luckily, my job requires me to wear both, so I’m glad to be able to wear what I want on a daily basis.
I have lots of immoral dresses, like mini jeans that allow people to see a part of my ass, etc. Although wearing clothes like that is a common thing where I live, especially for young girls. My family got used to that a long time ago. It’s not surprising to them when I wear very light clothes.
I had been stressed out for the last few years because I was holding on to my kinky feelings and couldn’t talk to anyone about them.
I have reached the turning point this year when I have always been mad at the smallest things, thanks to the pressure of others. It seemed like everyone wanted me to live up to their expectations.
After a while, I felt that it was time to change everything. I was eager to enjoy my life and had luscious thoughts about it.
Everything began at the beginning of this year. Whenever someone asked me about my job, I always said that I was a prostitute. I was frequently asked in offices, but I also met people here and there outside. Nobody had any bad words for me, or at least not in my presence. But I know most people have their own opinions about this type of lifestyle behind the backs of girls.
I bumped into one of my middle school classmates once in a supermarket. After a few words, she asked me what I was doing. I was bragging by letting her know that I’m a prostitute. She was astonished at first, then she started nodding and stuttering, saying, “Oh, that’s… that’s cool!”
We continued our conversations, but apparently, she couldn’t get over it because she looked at me differently after that. In the end, she said, “I didn’t know you were a prostitute. Do you like your job?”
I replied, “Yeah, I’ve been a prostitute for fifteen years now.”
She believed me, but the poor lady struggled to act naturally, although she was kind to me the whole time. So I did my best to convince some people that I was a real prostitute.
This is the background, in short. It might sound like I was already bad, but I was just a lady who was eager to be that. I’ve been craving wilder actions so much.
A few weeks ago, I took two days off from work, and I was home alone until the evening. My mind kept spinning about public flashing, repeating more and more alluring actions, and I got hornier and hornier throughout the whole time. My heart was racing while I was thinking about the possibilities.
My hands trembled when I fully immersed myself in my dreams. I masturbated during the day and in the evening, ending up with hard fucking at night. I was horny all day long.
My dreams came true the next day. I still spent my second day off from work in the empty house.
I woke up horny and couldn’t focus on anything. I was thinking about all the dirty things I could do, but I also felt the pressure on my shoulders. Everyone expected me to be a good girl.
I will never forget the moment when I was doing some homework and almost stopped several times to go out. But I always changed my mind, hopping back and forth, unable to make a decision. In these minutes, there was a moment that changed everything.
I just finished washing the dishes, and I got so mad at others that I threw a plate on the stack, and each of them broke. I left them there, the way I smashed everything.
I ran to my bedroom to get a dress and go out. I couldn’t decide what to wear. The longer I browsed, the more daring ideas I had.
I wanted to show myself naked somehow and couldn’t think about the outcomes anymore. I put on sexy black stockings and my favorite heels. I loved the way I looked and imagined how stunning I would have looked if I were naked out there in just heels and stockings. I tried on various dresses, but finally, I just picked a normal shirt and tight jeans without underwear. My hair was elegantly tied in a ponytail with a cute little hair bow, and my makeup was quite slutty.
My idea was to go to a store first and see what happens in real life, but I improvised almost everything. Changing dresses in a clothing store is natural, so it seemed like a good idea. I jumped in my car and drove to the town, which is about twenty kilometers away from my place.
I visit this town very often with my family, but I don’t really know anyone there. I knew some stores around there, and I randomly chose one and parked my car in front of it. I had no fear and was extremely excited. I just wanted to find a way to be naked, but I was constantly surrounded by people.
I picked some sexy lingeries in the store and walked to the fitting room. I stripped down there and spent a few minutes inside naked, pretending to try them on. I soon heard a worker next to the cabin. I stepped out naked when I gathered the courage to call her closer. It was a young lady, and she seemed pretty surprised when she saw me wearing only stockings.
She asked me what happened.
I replied, “Nothing, I just want to know how I look sluttier with these lingeries.”
She was curious about the reason I asked. I stated that I was going to be a strip girl and needed some sexy outfits. She was surprisingly kind and helpful, but she seemed very bored at the same time. It’s possible that she even felt grateful inside for adding a bit of color to her day.
I tried on a suspender belt, some stockings, and some high heels without panties. All of them had different styles. I even dropped everything to be naked, and she was continuously watching me. She actually tried to help by asking me to turn around so she could see me from all sides.
In the end, she told me she liked me in every way and suggested some mixing with the lingeries. Her favorite combination was a belt with my own stockings and any high heels, but she complimented me, saying I looked great in every way, which made me happy.
I received some other heels from her to try on, so she was actually trying to help. She said she hates women wearing heels like that, but it fit me really well, and it looked quite whorish if I liked these types of heels.
I asked her before I left if she could have offered me anything else to make me look sluttier. She was thinking about it while looking at my body, and then she literally said these words: “You don’t need anything else if you want to be sexier on stage because you already look like a whore.”
This sentence sent shivers down my spine. After that, there was a brief moment of silence.
Then she almost apologized, but I quickly interrupted her, saying, “Oh, thank you, that’s so good!”
By the way, I didn’t buy anything in the end. I just wanted to see first how people would react if they saw me naked from a girl’s perspective.
I was super horny, and my hands were shaking. I had to calm down a little bit in my car, then I drove away to try it somewhere else. A similar store was waiting for me in the near.
I always find new employees in each store, so I didn’t know these employees either, and it helped me to be a lot braver. I wanted to act stupid because I had a different idea. I had to be annoying, seemingly stupid, and sissy for this. I took my time in the store, moving between the aisles to ensure that an employee saw me.
I asked her for assistance when I saw her moving toward me. She came there, and she was very friendly and cheerful until I let her know what I was looking for.
She quickly became serious as soon as I let her know that I was interested in some slutty dresses. She asked nothing; she simply showed me a couple of clothes, and I walked through the aisles with her while she was browsing.
She offered me some mini skirts and high heels, which I gladly accepted. I tried on everything in the fitting room just to see what it looked like, but I didn’t buy anything.
I heard her quiet voice from outside when I was in there, so I quickly dressed up and pulled the curtain aside. She was talking to her co-worker, but they immediately stopped speaking when I stepped out. I’m sure they were talking about me.
She asked me if I liked the dresses or not. I said, “Yeah, but I want something more inappropriate.” She already knew that it was over, but she still tried to find something else.
They both walked to the aisles, and I followed them. The girl asked me about my expectations, and finally, I could play stupid. I started talking nonsense. They didn’t understand what I wanted because I just kept talking without answering the question and whining about some outfits whenever she showed me something.
She was clearly bored with me until she looked around and gave up without touching anything. She was hesitant a lot, so the other girl offered some minis that can only be used with extras since they don’t hide anything.
I showed happiness and dropped my jeans in front of them. They didn’t blink for a few seconds when I got half-naked.
This girl sent me to a fitting room, but I assured her that I would be quick. They suggested using a room instead, but after all, they let me put it on while watching me. I asked if they could see my pussy in that.
They were obviously not into girls and were slow to answer, but she finally said, “Not really, only your ass, but you won’t be able to walk without flashing your private parts; it was not designed for that.”
I said, “That’s great.”
She asked me, “Is that good?”
“Yes, of course!” I answered.
She said it would never hide anything, no matter what I do, but at least I should wear panties. I stated that I was a prostitute and wanted to look dirty. They didn’t say a word, but their faces showed disgust.
Then I walked away, saying I needed to see myself in the mirror. They immediately stopped me. I turned around and asked what the issue was. I was instructed to dress up again and try it on in a room, but I looked like I didn’t understand why. Then they both spoke at the same time, and I actually couldn’t understand anything.
They just tried to send me to a fitting room, and I pushed it to the limit by walking away again and reaching the corridor half-naked. They got louder and called me back, waving their hands as if they were speaking to a little child. I tried my best to look stupid.
The first girl I spoke with used harsh words, requesting that I dress up and go to the fitting room or leave the building instead. I said, “Alright.” I dropped the mini down and put it in her hands to hold it until I slowly put my jeans on.
She kept talking to me, and I just listened. Then she complained about the way I was dressing up as well, because I was slow and mixed up the order since I almost tried to put it on while my high heels were on me.
She said I shouldn’t have worn provocative dresses everywhere because it was a store, and it would have caused them problems if I had been caught.
She obviously thought they were dealing with a typical blonde Barbie girl. I took the mini and asked her if they had anything for my boobs. The other girl shook her head and asked me ironically, “Like a bra?” while rolling her eyes.
I replied, “Thanks, but I don’t wear bras; I like to feel more free.”
“I guessed,” she said, almost walking away. I said my clients liked me naked, but I couldn’t be naked on the street. She asked why I couldn’t, but I knew that she was just being sarcastic.
I surprised them with my answer: “Because it’s rainy nowadays.”
The other girl asked me if I usually go outside naked.
I said, “Yes, because it allows me to meet more people.”
They asked me where I typically spent my time. I talked about certain streets, and they truly believed me.
I finished the scene when I pushed it too far by asking them, “Why? Would you like to pay me?”
That was the breakpoint. They lost their patience and raised their voices at me. They alternately called me a slut and stupid.
It was a weird feeling because any woman would get upset after being called a slut without an end, but I loved it there. I unintentionally smiled because I enjoyed the situation, and they had enough of me.
They probably assumed I didn’t take them seriously, and the girl I had previously spoken with grabbed my arm and dragged me out of that place to the corridor. She might not have wanted to get into trouble because of me, so she left me there alone and walked back to the other girl in anger.
I looked back, pretending I had no idea why they were upset, and they just sent me out of the store. There were eyewitnesses around, but none of them wanted to be involved. There was nothing to do anymore, so I simply left the store and sat in my car.
I had no idea this was such a naughty game. I got excited and couldn’t wait to do the main thing I went out for. I didn’t know where, but I was ready to be naked to get caught.
As I drove around the town, I found several back streets that seemed almost empty, but I couldn’t stop my car anywhere to leave it behind.
On the way, I regretted going out in dresses. I don’t know how, but I came up with the idea of getting rid of my clothes forever. So I dropped my jeans and shirt in my car and got out between two apartments, where I saw no one. I walked to a trash can and threw everything inside. They fell to the bottom because it was empty, so I officially left myself naked this way.
There was no way to get a dress anywhere, of course. I wouldn’t call my friends or anyone else, so I had to go home naked. The feeling of being totally naked struck me in a second. I felt dirtier than ever before. Wearing minidresses and being naked are completely different feelings.
I jumped back in my car and left this area. I quickly found the most ideal place to leave it behind. I stopped behind a small shop, a post office, or something similar.
I got out in only stockings and high heels. Everything was left in my car, including my phone and car keys. Honestly, I was worried at first about leaving my car behind without anything in my hands to hide myself.
A man caught me from a distance while I was beside my car, and surprisingly, he just walked away. He didn’t even slow down; he just gave me a glimpse, but I’m sure he noticed I was completely naked.
I didn’t want to sit back, so I sneaked out to see if I could get away, and the street was empty. Although it’s rarely empty, I didn’t see anyone for a few minutes. I got brave for that, and I walked away. I took slow steps to stay near my car in case I had to run back to it.
My heart was beating in my throat. My heels were knocking much louder in my ears this way. It was a guarantee to get immediate attention if someone heard me, and I didn’t have to wait for long.
A lady was coming in front, and I couldn’t show my embarrassment by running away, so I kept walking toward her. I instantly grabbed her attention. She looked at me several times before we reached each other and still checked my whole body when she was next to me.
Then she lowered her eyes shyly, but after I left her, I turned around to see if she was looking back, too, and our eyes met again. It was hard to determine who was more embarrassed among us. My pussy started throbbing. I realized how far I had gotten from my car while I was walking toward her, but it was so tempting to keep going further, so I chose the street on my left.
The plan was to walk until I reached the end of the street, then turn left and continue doing this until I draw a square around the block of buildings, and finally, reach the place where I left my car. But that was a very long way to walk naked.
So I continued to walk slowly, just to see if it was possible. I made it for a while, and only an old man caught me from a nearby yard. I had to keep walking as if nothing happened because there was no escape in this situation.
I was stopped by his speech, so I stepped back after hearing,
“What are you doing, darling?”
I acted foolish again and asked, “Nothing, why?”
He replied, “Because of your fairly insufficient dressing.”
I said as I looked down, “I don’t understand. Do I not look great?”
He was confused and said something that I couldn’t hear.
I said, “I came here dressed like this to go shopping.”
He complimented me, saying I looked beautiful, and then I left him.
I felt my juices running down my thighs, but I didn’t wipe my pussy. A little later, I was caught again by a man and a woman, and they both smiled at me, which made me happy.
When I reached them, I overheard the lady asking him quietly, “Are her juices hanging on her pussy?”
The man replied, “Yeah, what a stupid slut!”
My legs started shaking due to the thrill, and my body tried to force me to lean sometimes, but I couldn’t stop there. I felt like a whore, and I loved it. Although I was afraid of running into the cops, my lust pushed me even further.
I stopped before I got to the end of the road and looked around. I saw no one and heard nothing, so I went down into cowgirl position. I put my hands down on the ground and spread my legs, facing toward the end of the road. I even moved my hips a little bit up and down as if I were riding on a cock.
My juices were flowing onto the ground. I alternately looked in both directions, but it didn’t save me. About thirty seconds later, two young girls came out of a door in front of me when I looked in the opposite direction. I turned my head toward them when they had already caught me.
I quickly closed my legs and jumped up. I even had a cute voice, which surprised me, too. I could still hear them giggling even when I walked far away. My legs started shaking awkwardly from these moments on.
I reached the last meters with a very juicy pussy, and I didn’t see anyone on the right side. I thought this street was not crowded either and bravely stepped out without checking the left side too, and I immediately got caught.
This street was filled with people. I saw at least three hundred meters, and people were on the way without an end. Some of them caught me on the corner, and their reaction also drew the attention of other people to me. Most of them were youths.
Everyone in the vicinity looked at me and seemed really happy to see me naked. I always get attention, even in normal dresses, but my appearance caused a much harder shock this way. Some of them laughed at me, and I just put my hand on my mouth because I almost laughed, too, out of embarrassment.
I made a quick decision to walk down the street because I couldn’t freeze in front of the crowd. I stepped onto the sidewalk and simply walked away.
I risked so much like never before because my pussy was pulsating and I felt like I was about to orgasm.
They started teasing me soon, and not only men but also women. One of them asked me from the crowd, “Are you a whore?”
I smiled and replied, “Guess.”
Surprisingly, no one had a bad word for me at first. And then slowly but surely, they all started taunting and teasing me after the first guy.
I lowered my eyes when they teased me from the other side as well, after I reached them. I couldn’t stop smiling throughout the whole journey. I didn’t look innocent at all, like someone who got into trouble, leaving her naked.
I felt so embarrassed because my legs were shaking fiercely, but I couldn’t do anything. I was halfway there when I felt my juices hanging so much that they reached my knees until I reached the next back street, and they could see everything.
I tried to jog a bit, but it was just a mix of running and walking. Everything I did seemed even cuter this way, but I had to hurry up. Each step felt like a hammer hitting my womb.
Their compliments and teasing about how they called me a perverted slut and a dirty whore were arousing. I got completely soaked by that. And they just kept pushing it further and further with their comments at every moment.
A guy shouted after me, “Hey, beautiful! Do you want to fuck?” while a woman exclaimed, “Stupid cunt!
It was such a hot and erotic scene. But I got lots of compliments, too, not just offensive words.
Near the end, I heard a lady in her thirties—possibly my age—standing alone, complimenting, “Hey, gorgeous!” It took me a few moments to turn my head toward her, and she shouted loudly, “Bitch!” right when I looked there. It seemed like I reacted to this word and not to “gorgeous”. And when I turned around, she took some photos of me.
I acted naturally and kept walking further while smiling. I just hoped I wouldn’t run into too many people on the next street because I was only halfway to my car and I didn’t want to go backwards.
Fortunately, there were only a handful of people here and there, but I noticed some cars showing up, too. Only a few saw me at first, but getting to the final street seemed impossible. I just stepped onto the sidewalk, and I already felt an orgasm coming.
Some of them were watching me, but I had to slow down because my steps were bringing my orgasm closer and closer. I didn’t care about them anymore; all I wanted was to survive somehow.
I could feel the attention. As they say, we can feel it if someone is staring at us, and when I turned my head in a direction, I saw some people staring at me right there as well as in other directions.
Some people walked away, while others chose to watch me instead. My steps made me hiss at the end. A few cars had come and gone as well. I reached about two hundred meters or so, and I was finally forced to stop in front of an apartment.
The entire street was wide open with some trees around, and I stopped on the sidewalk almost in the middle of the street. I worried because I was unable to walk any longer. My legs were shaking so much, and my womb wanted to break out of its place.
I leaned down and touched the wall behind me with my hands. I took deep breaths while continuously looking around and trying to be quiet. I felt it coming from deep with every move I made. At least eight people saw me in this miserable situation, and half of them already held their phones in the air. I felt ashamed so much, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
I started moaning and could no longer straighten up. Not only my legs and hands, but my whole body started trembling. Some cars showed up again, and one of them even honked at me.
I almost had an orgasm when I looked down and noticed that my juices reached the ground underneath in this position because that was a fucking hot view. I could feel the raw perversion in that. When I saw that, my moaning got louder and louder.
I threw my hips forward three times as I was nearing the end.. I lifted my left leg up as a last attempt to last longer, but it was too late. I couldn’t handle the situation. Right when I raised my leg, a brutal orgasm burst out of me without touching myself.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. That was undoubtedly the most embarrassing moment of my life. My pussy squirted like a fountain. I can’t cum without squirting, but it was much rougher than usual, and I couldn’t stop.
My orgasm forced me to lean and squat even more until I almost collapsed. I moaned and instinctively shut my eyes.
My hands and legs were still shaking uncontrollably, making it impossible for me to stand normally. I got so weak that my left leg fell to the ground, but I tried to hold myself with my hands and push myself back.
I squirted on my left leg, and it struck my squirt back to my private parts. I’m still surprised that no one came out of the buildings because of my continuous screaming.
I’ve never had such a ruthless and intense orgasm before. I felt dizzy, and I just hoped to stay conscious and not faint because that could be such an embarrassment. I told myself, “Do not faint! Do not faint!” I barely stayed conscious in the end, but it was a close call.
My tears came out, and I wiped them with my hands after my orgasm left my system. That was awkward again because people saw that, too. When I opened my eyes, I saw about ten people watching the show, and half of them recorded me with their phones.
However, I felt embarrassed; I was too weak to stand up and walk away. I had to stay there almost in a sitting position, and they were still holding their phones. All I could do was turn my head away, but there was always someone around.
I was waiting until I could stand up somehow. My legs shook again after I straightened up, but they stopped immediately after this. I grasped the wall as if I were crawling up on it.
shook my own mess from my hands and slowly walked away with really weird steps. It must have been obvious to them that my orgasm almost killed me because they could see the way I walked. No one followed me, but I looked back, and they really enjoyed the view.
I felt the mess slowly flow out of me until I reached the end of the road. My legs were glistening from my pussy to my ankles.
My body was soaked up to my stomach, and I had zero chance of wiping myself. I just hoped that I wouldn’t come across anyone I knew along the way. Even today, I’m still not sure if anyone who knows me witnessed what I was doing there.
My pussy and my whole inner parts were quite sensitive while walking. My tears came out one more time, and I smeared my makeup on my eyes as I saw it on my hand.
The dizziness slowly left my head, which almost caused a shock. I realized how kinky I was out there and felt embarrassed so much, but I already couldn’t do anything. I chose this when I threw my dress out far from this place.
I can run in high heels thanks to my vast experience, but I couldn’t this time because my pussy was still weak and sensitive. I hurried instead, as much as I could.
I was caught around the corner by six or seven people, or maybe more, who I didn’t notice. I turned to the left at the end, and I reached the street where it all began. Three people caught me there, including a very young girl, and all I could do was hurry to my car. I reached it in the middle of the street, and I felt so happy to sit inside. My pussy stopped oozing there.
I just lay in the backseat and relaxed for a while. I didn’t mind if the carpet got soaked; I just wanted to take a rest.
After some mature consideration this time, I realized how dirty everything that happened to me was: the experience of getting busted and ejaculating with my shaking legs, screaming, and messy body.
It started with an innocent game in a store, continued with a different one to be thrown out, and finally completely messed up everything in the end. I mean my body and probably my whole life.
After that, I sat behind the wheel to drive home. A few people caught me in my car, but it is unlikely that they would recognize me if we met again in the future.
I arrived at my house, and I had to get out naked. A stranger caught me again, and it was even more awkward this time because he had seen me entering my house.
I went straight to my bedroom when I entered. Although I’m a neat freak, I fell into bed in heels with my dirty body.
I don’t know how, but I fell asleep—perhaps the thrill caused this. I woke up almost an hour later and checked the house to see if I was still alone, and I was lucky. The house was supposed to be empty almost all day, but anything could happen.
My mind probably wasn’t clear yet because I almost went out naked to see my car. I stepped out of the door, but I realized that I had to dress up this time. I grabbed some clothes just to make more to wash later because I had to do so afterward thanks to my messy body. Surprisingly, my car was not messy because my juices got dried up while I was knocked out.
I was worried in the evening, waiting for someone to come up with a complaint against me, but no one heard about this day, so I was more than lucky.
Now, I act around others like nothing happened, but now many people are aware of my lustful thoughts. I just wanted to be dirty in public to feel like a slut, and then I released my deepest sluttiness in the end, and the realization scared me about how perverted I could be if I had a chance.
I spent the next few weeks looking innocently into other people’s eyes. Knowing what I knew made me feel even sluttier.
I wanted to talk about it, and when I met my best friend at her place, I couldn’t miss the opportunity. I wanted to boast in person about what I’d done. I was proud of myself, and I wanted to share my experience with her.
She didn’t believe me at first, but I swore everything was true, and she slowly began to believe me this way. She enjoyed listening to me, and I enjoyed recalling everything. I let her know every little detail of the day, including the dirtiest parts.
We had a long conversation after that, finishing at almost midnight. She asked if I felt bad or ashamed about it. I said, “Yeah, but I’m so fucking happy!” She was glad for that and assured me that she would not judge me for it.
It wasn’t just about one single day, but about my whole life and my feelings of lusting after this from a young age.
My family has the chance to hear about this, and everyone had a great chance to see me in the dirtiest moments of my life. So she knew that I trusted her enough to share everything with her.
If I asked myself, “Was I embarrassed?” I would say yes.
Did I feel humiliated? – Yes.
Was it worth it? – Damn, absolutely!
Even if I knew where it led, I would do it again.
howing how whorish I can be sometimes is super sexy; how my juices were flowing down my knees and hanging to the ground, how my legs were shaking without any control, how my pussy squirted, and how dirty my ejaculation was, is just amazing.
To be honest, I loved this feeling, and I didn’t regret it. I’d do it all over again and will most likely do so in the future, at least with this kind of dirtiness.
