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“And there it was, I had officially, willingly posted my photos online.” Sophie said.
She paused, looking into the distance as if in a moment of self-revelation.
“It’s funny looking back now, I was so scared, so nervous that anyone would find out,” She chuckled. “I had gone from never sending a photo of myself to actually posting them online myself. Still, at the time it was safe, and I knew deep down that no one could really tell it was me.”
Suddenly someone commented on the live stream with the first three photos she ever posted online.
DerekMan: You mean these, you fucking whore? Always been a pathetic slut, always will be!
Sophie couldn’t help but look at those photos, and they looked so innocent in her mind.
“Yeah, that’s them,” She said. Shame and… another emotion hit her. “To me, that was wild. It wasn’t like someone had leaked my nudes or taken them without consent like what happens to some girls, but I fully put them up myself. I wanted to. I wanted to see what guys would say about me.”
She looked at the photos again, feeling like a completely different person.
“That was back when you thought my name was Beth, when anonymity still existed in my life. To be honest, back then I thought that would be it. In my mind I thought, yeah I might post a couple photos on here, and that will be it, but boy was I wrong.”
Chapter 3 – Being Watched Sophie was too fucking horny.
She spun around, grabbed this stranger’s face, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Fortunately, her top had moved itself to cover her tits again.
“Mmmm!” Sophie moaned into his mouth as she passionately made out with him.
“What a fucking slut.” One girl’s voice could be heard saying from the side.
YES! I AM A FUCKING SLUT! I’M A DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!!
Sophie aggressively kissed this man, grabbing onto his back and pulling his body into hers. She felt his hard cock press against her stomach as his hands grabbed at her thick ass.
She felt like a wild animal, opening kırşehir escort her mouth wide to shove her tongue into his. Her thick, wet lips pressed against his own.
When his hand moved between their bodies and touched her bare thigh, Sophie’s legs nearly gave way.
He’s not about to… right here?
Sophie’s mind was torn, but her lust took over, and she opened her legs slightly, allowing this man to move his hand up her thigh.
“Ooooh!” Sophie moaned when his fingers pressed against her panties.
I’m about to get fingered on the dance floor of a packed club! What am I doing?!
He easily pulled her drenched underwear to one side, and one finger delved deep into Sophie’s tight, soaked, desperate pussy.
“Fuuuckk!” Sophie moaned louder than she intended.
She grabbed his head and pushed their lips together, passionately making out as his finger pumped in and out of her.
Oh fuck! Fuck me, that feels good!
Her wet pussy clenched as he fingered her. Sophie would’ve been completely lost as she made out with him if she wasn’t hoping that people were watching.
I have never done anything like this before! God, this is crazy!
Then a second finger pressed past her pussy lips and delved deep inside.
“Ooooh god!” Sophie moaned into his mouth.
One of her hands grabbed his face, the other his back. One of his hands fingered her as the other grabbed her thick arse.
Sophie knew that people could see her and easily watch, I mean, how couldn’t they? But she loved it.
As he fingered her a little faster, he easily found her G-Spot, and Sophie realised she might cum right there on the dance floor.
“Oh god… oh god, don’t stop.” Sophie moaned, holding her face close to him.
“Are you gonna cum right here?” He said with an intense smile.
Sophie hung her mouth open and nodded, realising her orgasm was building up and up. She clenched her eyes closed and pressed her head into his chest as pleasure took over her body.
He clearly knew what he was doing as every movement of his fingers sent shivers throughout malatya escort Sophie’s body.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She moaned into his chest.
Her hands clenched his shirt as her body started to tense.
His fingers slid in and out, her pussy soaking them with her juices just as her orgasm passed the point of no return.
Sophie slightly opened her eyes just before she started to cum, and she locked eye contact with some random guy watching her get fingered on the dance floor.
“Fuuuuuuucckkkk!!!” Sophie moaned, not breaking her eye contact with this man at first.
But the pleasure was too much, her legs started to tremble, and this man, whose name she still didn’t know, was holding her small body up.
“Keep cumming.” He whispered as he kept fingering her.
Sophie was gripping onto him as her legs spasmed beneath her. Her pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.
Ooooh fuck, I can’t believe I’m cumming right here!
Sophie knew she should’ve felt humiliated for cumming in public, and she did, but that humiliation just made her orgasm feel that much better.
Her pussy eventually stopped spasming, and his fingers pulled out of her soaked pussy. Then she couldn’t believe it when he wiped his drenched fingers inside of her thigh! The disrespect, but fuck, it turned her on even more!
As she regained her breathing, she looked up at this man, and he was smiling at her with a confident look on his face.
“You want to come back to mine?” He asked.
Oh my god, I don’t even know his name, this is so unlike me!
“Yes.” She replied.
“Good, let’s go.” He said and gripped her hand.
“Wait!” Sophie shouted, “I need to tell my friend, so she doesn’t worry.”
He smiled and nodded back, seemingly understanding.
Sophie told him to stay right there before she searched through the crowd of people, eventually finding Cara in the corner making out with a guy.
“Cara! I’m going!” Sophie shouted and tapped her shoulder.
“Home? Already?” She asked.
Sophie’s face turned red, and she couldn’t niğde escort hold a smile.
“Back to a guy’s house!” Sophie told her.
“You little slut!” Cara said with a proud look. “Have fun!”
Oh, I’m sure I will.
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“Wow, nice place.” Sophie said as she walked into the living room of his house. She still had no idea how old he was, but she was guessing in his late 20’s.
“Thanks,” He replied, although it was strange hearing his voice. The entire trip back to his house, they made out and felt each other up, so Sophie hadn’t heard his voice since the club. “Oh by the way, my name’s…”
“Shhh no!” Sophie quickly stopped him and moved her smaller body against his, “No names, not yet.”
A cocky smile appeared on his face as his hands reached around and pulled Sophie into him, feeling his cock against her.
“So,” He said, grabbing her thick, juicy ass, “you let a complete stranger feel you up, finger you, and make you cum in the middle of a club where people are watching, and now you go back to his place and don’t even want to know his name…”
Sophie’s breathing grew heavier as he spoke.
Fuck. When he says it like that, I sound like such a slag, but tonight I am.
Then he gripped her brunette hair and pulled her head back, so her neck was arched back, looking up at him.
“I guess you just want to be treated like a slut tonight then, don’t you?” He growled at her.
Ooooooh fuuuucckk yess!!
This was the first time someone had called Sophie a slut in person and actually meant it.
She looked at him, moaning and staring into his eyes.
“Yes.” She whispered back.
He smiled and still gripped onto her hair as he shoved his tongue into her mouth.
“Mmm!” Sophie moaned, making out with this dominant man and loving every second of it.
Her hands were all over his body until she reached for his belt, and he stopped her.
“Get on your knees.” He said bluntly and firmly.
Sophie nodded and bit her bottom lip, her pussy loving every second of this. It’s like my chatroom conversations come to life! I never thought I’d get to experience it like this.
She was still in shock as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Grabbing his belt again, she looked up, and he nodded. With that, Sophie undid his belt and pulled down the zipper on his jeans. Grabbing onto the waistband, she pulled them down.
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