Campus slut

The next morning the fog in my head felt thicker and heavier than ever. The latest audio file had rewired something deep inside me overnight. I woke up aching to be used, exposed, and filmed like a cheap whore. When I told Alex I was going out alone again, he just nodded with a hungry look. “Send me everything,” he whispered.

Emily had given me an address and time.

I dressed like a total cumslut: a microscopic skirt that didn’t even cover my ass cheeks, a tiny sheer crop top that left my hard nipples completely visible, sky-high heels, and no underwear whatsoever. My pussy was already dripping before I left the house.

I arrived at a busy university campus square during peak lunch hour. Emily was waiting with two other women from the group, all of them dressed like pornstars and holding phones ready to record.

“You’re ready to become one of us,” Emily said, her eyes gleaming. “No limits today. We want to see you break completely in public.”

I started walking through the crowded square. I bent over benches with my legs spread, flashing my soaked pussy and ass to anyone behind me. I smiled and blew kisses at groups of guys. Phones came out everywhere. I didn’t care I loved it.

The hypnotic fog made everything feel perfect. I found a low wall right next to the main path and beckoned the tall, athletic guy Emily had pointed out. I turned my back to him and sat on his lap, grinding my bare ass directly against the huge bulge in his jeans.

He immediately wrapped his strong hands around me, groping my tits roughly and pinching my nipples hard while I rolled my hips. “Look at this pathetic cheating whore,” he growled loud enough for people nearby to hear. “Sitting on a stranger’s cock in public like a **** slut. Does your fiancé know what a filthy cumdump you are?”

His degrading words made me moan louder. One of his hands slid down between my spread legs and he shoved three thick fingers deep into my dripping cunt, finger-blasting me hard and fast.

I rode his fingers desperately, grinding my ass harder against his bulging cock.

He kept talking dirty right in my ear. “That’s it, you stupid engaged slut. Fuck yourself on my fingers while everyone watches. Bet your boyfriend has a tiny dick and you need real men to ruin you.”

He leaned in and sucked hard on the side of my neck, leaving a big, obvious hickey as he kept pounding his fingers into me.

The humiliation, degradation, and public exposure sent me spiraling. I came violently, screaming and squirting all over his hand and the ground while the crowd watched and recorded.

When the orgasm finally faded, Emily pulled me up and kissed me deeply on the lips. “You’re officially one of us now. Our newest public fucktoy and performer. We’ll edit this into your first real video. Your old life is over. From now on you live to show off, cheat, and get used.”

The words sealed something inside me. I felt completely broken in the best way a proud, dripping, exhibitionist slut for the group.

I called Alex on the way home and described every filthy detail while still trembling. He was rock hard and thrilled.

That night I listened to the new audio file again this one even stronger. Tomorrow my real life as the group’s eager public whore would begin.