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Tall, pierced, and tattooed, his presence alone usually spoke for him, and it could be pretty damn intimidating. That intimidating look was exactly what drew me, since I knew he wouldn’t judge my own weirdness.
Long tattooed fingers, some sporting thick silver rings, and pale blue veins bulging under his skin...I couldn’t help it that visions of that hand wrapping around my throat kept popping into my head. A firm grip that would push me back against the car seat and hold me still as he -
An unbidden vision of Aiden bending me over the side of the bike and unbuckling his belt, scolding me all the while, invaded my mental space.
The contact became even more distracting when we leaned into a deep turn and he throbbed against me.
It was a safe way to word-vomit my kinky thoughts into the world without having my friends look at me like I was a complete freak, and without having to make myself be brave enough to ever speak to a date about it in person.
I’d never so desperately wanted to masturbate in public before. My clit was warm and throbbing, begging for stimulation.
Handing him my panties and watching him inspect them had felt exactly how I’d hoped it would: degrading, sexy, and completely overwhelming.
“How does it feel, Violet?” he asked softly. “Do you like this? Or does it scare you?”
“It terrifies me but I love it. It feels...dirty. And humiliating. But that’s what I deserve, right?”
Naughty girls don’t get rewards.”
Public humiliation, being made to lose control in front of strangers: the idea immediately got me hot.
This horniness was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: it was a heat that had spread through my entire body, centered between my legs like a blazing sun, scrambling my brain and making me feel as if I would melt into a puddle at any second.
“Now I get to make you squeal, Violet. And I think I’ll have a use for your panties now too.”
“Good girl” had such an instant, overwhelmingly positive effect on me. It was a burst of joy straight to my brain, so strong that I wanted to whimper and bury my face against him just to hide the ridiculously happy expression that was taking over my face.
“So I know you’re scared. And that’s okay. You’re so cute when you’re scared.”
“I want to be bent over in the stall like a filthy slut, pounded until everyone who comes in can hear me begging for more.”
“Aww, look how wet you are,” he chuckled, his fingers rubbing over my pussy and coming away slick my arousal. “You’ve dripped all down your legs - such a filthy girl.”
“I’m going to make you cum until you can’t stand, and then I’m going to fuck your limp, overstimulated body until you’re all used up. Understand?”
“We have to get this tight little hole used to being fucked, don’t we? How else will I fill your ass with cum after you’ve orgasmed yourself silly?”
