Lynn a shy hole

Lynn was shy in her normal life, not really timid, in fact she was a mid manager in a good sized corporation. She socialized with many of the top managers and was called upon to speak in corporate meetings to clarify a point or to outline some strategy that her department worked on. She often would attend lunches and spent some nights celebrating with co workers over some new merger they had captured. She was not a wall flower, but neither was she what she knew herself to be. She absolutely knew and felt deep in her cunt hole, her offered mouth and throat, her vacant empty ass hole, her every thought, that she was not really anything more that a glamorous jizz hole for any man that wanted to use her, for any hard shaft that wanted to pump scum loads on her face, mouth, tits, fuck sheath of ass, a desperate cum receptacle with a unyielding need to be fucked, used, groped and forced to be a load rag for any man, stranger, cock, fingers, and tongue that desired to please himself with her deprived holes. She carefully kept her slut whore needs hidden, created ways to not confront what she knew she was, but always knowing what a crass piece of fuck meat she really was. She had no way to stop the fact that she would soon be just a kneeling submissive open throated cum dump to be pumped, brutally turned into a possession that would be available for the nastiest perversion of anyone, just a painted throbbing opening needing only to provide release for perversity and huge gag loads of cum. 

She saw this all in her mind as she lay in bed. It was almost time. 

Lynn came off her bed and looked at the clock, it was nearing midnight and she 
knew, just knew that it wouldn’t stop until she went, it never did and until recently she had merely rolled back and pulled her drawer open and pulled the gelled thick cock from the silk pouch she had made, pulled the veined gelled shaft cock that she got online and closed her eyes and thought about what she ached for. 

She usually laid back and thought about HIM, a man so enormously powerful, so completely in control, such a force of cock load and brutality, forceful and sculpted to her perfect needs and her wanton wet perverse needs and aches. She pulled her panties up and slipped her hand in, cupping up her cunt lips, teasing them with her fingernails, her knuckles shuttling from her growing thick clit and over her bald cunt opening down into her slick jizz lips, her slow throbbing cunt lips that molded over her finger and yearned to suck them in. She rubbed her cunt juices over her clit and then pinched at it’s raw erectness as it blossomed harder and protruded out. She again fingered in as she saw HIM reaching HIS hand down and slicking his fingertip in her cum crème and tasting her. She thrust her cunt hole up, her hips wanting HIM to see how eager her holes were for HIM. She soon was thrusting two fingers into her twat and thumbing her clit hard, loving the rippling tense burning her clit hood made her tremble. She parted her cunt wide by stretched her fingers wide so that HE could see how badly she was leaking lubrication, her lust juice that pooled in her offered fuck hole, wishing that HE would burrow HIS tongue in and scoop it out. She thought of HIS gnarled cock shaft and what he would do with her anxious mouth, cunt and ass. 

She shivered as she rammed the dildo in her fuck twat hard. HE was ramming into her and filling every rippled cunt wall and slamming into her uterus as deep as HE could and yet even then inches of HIS shaft stayed outside her stretched splayed pussy hole. She screamed as she shoved it in and out roughly, barely able to contain herself as she saw her cunt crème drape off the huge cock toy, her eyes welling back and again imagining HIM fucking hard into her and gripping her fat tits and biting her nipples as he used her like a fuck rag, a grateful jizz bucket, a wanting splayed cum opening for HIM.

She drooled out her mouth and pussy as she fucked herself; could barely catch her breathe and knew that she was going to cum She could feel HIM battering her parted cunt, HIS teeth leaving HIS mark on her, HIS hands ravishing her fuck flesh. She gushed a huge pulsating throbbing on the shaft she pumped into her needy aching cunt, the thrust of her cum gripping and paralyzing her as wave after wave of thrilling draining came from her and drenched her bed. She yanked the dildo out and sucked and swallowed her sweaty sugary cum juice off the gelatin fuck toy that had just got her off, had just allowed HIM to use her. She knew that her shy nature would immediately take over if she didn’t completely wallow in her depravity as she laid there, and she again shoved her fingers, three deep in her cunt hole and massaged her shyness off, made it stay away until she could decide what she had to do.

That was what had changed. She wanted more and that brought on the newness, the new way to go beyond a simple stroke shaft with her dildo, she knew it would take her where she knew she’d end up.

She climbed out of bed and didn’t bother to look at the drawer or think of what was there, she had to just act on it, her perverse nastiness, her appealing need to be the slut that she was. She dressed in her outfit, as she thought of it. Her outfit was a thin tight pair of short shorts that molded up in to her fuck folds, her ass cheeks and cunt lips. Her top was a tube top that squashed her massive delicious tit meat, offering it up and clearly showing her huge areoles, her nipples sticking thick through the material. She pulled on a wide leather belt that wrapped her waist and acted as a cincher, and a grip. Finally she put on her high heels, expensive delicate heels that made her ass jut out. She then draped a mid length coat over her body and pulled it in.

During the day she worked in a very conservative arena, where she was looked on as a very tough competent executive, a witty sharp addition to the team and the company as a whole, little did anyone suspect that under her conservative exterior, she usually dressed like a little whore, her panties were thin see through and crotchless, and bras that cinched her tits up and caressed them like a glove, her stockings usually thigh highs and her heels as high and slutty as she felt she could get away with. She bought expensive heels and accessories so that what was seen outside her conservative look would look natural. Somehow though she longed to release; to have a tattoo over her cunt blatantly exclaiming she was “Anyone’s Whore Hole”, or to fall to her knees in a meeting and crawl beneath the conference table and offer her throat to every man in the room.

She went to the garage, getting in quickly and starting up the Benz, she knew that if she thought she’d stop. She drove out and headed north on I-89 and 30 miles on, pulled down the off ramp onto the trawl. She rolled down the block and went down three blocks and pulled up near the all night liquor store. She got out and clicked her alarm and the familiar tweep-tweep sound went off. She went in and casually sauntered up and down the aisles. The man at the counter had seemed intrigued when he saw her the first time but now dismissed her. She went towards the liquor cases in the back, the place with the cheap cooled wine. She saw two men, hard types with cheap leather jackets on and the smell of cheap cologne and hair gel wafting from them. They were leaning in looking at the choices. She smiled at them and kind of wedged between them as she opened the cooler door. She stood for a moment considering and then, brushed back her long coat and bent at the waist and her ass came into view as she reached in to get a 8 ounce Gallo pint. She paused as she reached over and undid the coat button so that it opened completely. She tossed her hair back and felt the bottle a little with her hand stroking it. Standing up she stood so that the men got a full view of her delicious fuck ready body, her hand keeping the coat back. 

“Do you think this is cold, I don’t know?” Lynn continued stroking the bottle and smiling at the men, as they stood around her and saw the huge knockers and weeping cunt in her shorts, a small stain seeping through so that her cunt lips were clearly displayed. She offered the bottle to one of the men and he took it and without caring, ran the bottle over her face and then along her neck down over her tit meat. Lynn then felt a hand ease from behind and slide up her waist and over her ass. Her nipples rose to the cool icy touch and giggled shyly and watched as he probed her cleavage and lower to her cunt hole outside the short shorts. 

The men looked at her and she saw the menace in them, the rough edge of what they wanted of her, that she was being mauled in the back of a trashy liquor store in a lousy hard part of town got her wet and she only leaned back into the hand that was fondling her ass and sliding up between to tease her pussy folds, his thrusting finger trying to wedge in to the skin taut shorts, trying somehow to jam his fingers in and get a early taste of her fuck drool, her cunt goo all sticky that drenched her thin pants, leaked on his knuckles and he licked it and then tried again to ram in. The man in front looked at her and then shook his head. “No but you know what, maybe we can take it and party a little.” The two watched as she smiled between her reddened lipstick and hooked her arms around their backs and they went up to purchase the sweating Gallo.

A block on, she knew that it would happen and she had a undeniable excitement shaking within her, she wanted it too happen, God, she thought, make it happen quickly, JUST get to it. It was the storefront of a old neighborhood gym and the first man, muscled in the back door and they both shoved and moved her in, a pale light coming in from a streetlight as they both surrounded her as they shoved the door closed. She felt all the hands on her, the man teething the cap of the bottle off and shoving the whole throat of the bottle in her mouth, forcing her to drink. The man behind her pulled her coat off and tossed it back. Their hands pulled down the tube top and squeezing her tits and mashing them hard, the front of her short shorts yanked out in front as the man forcing her to drink cupped her cunt lips and stretched them open. “Ummm, nice fuck load aren’t you, a real tease hole for some cock, that what you want?” Lynn merely nodded as she drank and groped at their cocks in their jeans, wanting their smelly hard thick shafts working into her hungry mouth, The man behind already had his cock out and she grasped it and jacked it up as she tore desperately at the other fuck pole, she didn’t care, she just wanted to be used like a fuck slut, rough and hard, gagging on one cock while the other rammed her, she muffled her yearning needs as the bottle emptied and the man threw it on the floor behind him. The bulbous cock behind her slapped on her swollen clit as he jammed it’s girth against her bald slut hole, she moaned wanting it shoved deep in her jizz bucket, wanted to feel the naked pulsing veins brutally fucking her like she deserved, wanted, needed. She felt her hair gripped and her open mouth impaled on a huge meaty fuck stick that she had out. His balls slapped her chin as he skull fucked her mouth deep, while another fleshy rod bolted into her shaved bald offered angry wanting fuck piece. She rammed back and forth wanting every inch of cock, knowing that this was what she was; a open hole for cum loads, a submissive pouty piece of ass that men yearned to have and she eagerly wanted to provide. As she started to hold the man’s ass for position he grabbed her hands and held them up over her head so that he could just have her mouth open for his battering stuffing hard cock. She was trapped by her shorts so that her cunt was nice and tight for the invading cock shaft thrashing into her gulping fuck tunnel, each rippled wall of her sugared bald hole getting used and rammed. She loved the feeling of being the men’s fuck rag, their spunk hole and she urged them on, pulling her mouth off and a layer of saliva gooping out from the rigid tool and screamed at them, “Fucking shove that cock in me, fucking just fucking use me…please..” She again swallowed the plunging veined cock monster that invaded her throat. Her nipples were yanked and distended out, raw from the man handling and torment, throbbing raw. 

“”Fucking skull sucking fuck load, swallow that shaft baby, show me how you love load honey, show me..” He continued impaling her face into his rod as the other gripped her hips and jammed fully into her sore hole, the crème leaking freely on her thighs as she was mercifully fucked back and forth. 

“Do it you whore, love this crap, nice and nasty cum whore, jeez, you have a tight pussy, fucking ram on my cock babe, I am almost there, ready to glaze you with some jizz load, all ready for you, my balls are juiced with a nasty facial baby….cmon, fuck on me baby.”

As the men continued to tell her what a nasty cum slut she was the harder she worked to get their gorgeous man crème, she wanted it plastered on her face and tits and leaking from her eager cunt, drenching her. Lynn muttered, “Fucking give me your cum, give me a dump load, please fucking unload…please..” She shoved a hard swallow on the huge cock and took him down onto his balls and knew. He yanked her head back, releasing her wrists and howled as his cock came out her mouth and started to splash a thick rope of cum on her face and neck and still Lynn thrust hard back at the cock assaulting her loose open twat, the cum felt so warm and hot and glistening as she drank in as much as she could and then scooped as much as she could in off her cheeks in on her tongue. Her hips were shoved forward and she fell to her knees as the other came round and as he jerked his cock head in his hand, another gush of jizz dump splayed her tits, mouth and face and she hungrily gulped at the spewing gobs coming at her. She felt a rush of cumming that riveted her body, every bit of her cumming hard and easing through her tits to her mouth to her cunt and ass. She guided every open weeping spot of cum into her fingers and into her lips. Sucking the dwindling cocks she coaxed out another small load and swooned as they started to zip up. 

Ten minutes later, she chokingly got to her feet and wrapped her coat over, letting her top stay ripped down, her short shorts barely pulled up and let her self in to her car. Driving slowly, she pulled in the garage and somehow barely remembered anything until the alarm clock woke her, pulling her up to get ready for her job, moving sorely to the bathroom.