She Tries To...

Rushing out of the store Katrina struggled with the arousal and excitement at having just been fingered to one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced, and the mortifying idea she had been so turned on by the thought of not just being fucked by her father, but her sister eagerly eating her out after. She couldn't exokain where it came from, just that it was wrong. Oh so fucking wrong, and arousing.

Walking the mall corridors Katrina bit her lip, a thousand craven whispers from the corrupt earrings buzzing through her head.

An oft neglected feeling wife's craving for companionship.

Some horny boys curious for their first sexual experience.

Some teenage girls gossiping nervously about sex, too intimidated to admit experience, yet too pressured to be cool to not want experience.

As her eyes caught sight of two boys the whispers were louder, the desire stronger to not just meet them, but proposition them in the sluttiest way possible. Her eyes drifting back to gaze upon them despite every attempt to avert looking their way. A strange boldness swelled within Katrina, an inherent knowledge that they could not refuse her.

The corruption taking root was attracting her to others it had begun touching upon, looking to pool and amplify the influence of the Idol as it abstractly touched upon and spread through the community out of reach of its current worldly sphere of direct influence.

The guys walked by loudly discussing their plans for the night.

“Amy said to be there a half hour before sunset. Says she has another friend for us to come fuck"

“Sweet man, I got a tinder date lined up for a fuck before then. Meet ya there?”

As people stopped and stared at the loud guys in disgust Katrina felt a whirlpool within her, strangely tempted to chase after them and see if they would fulfill the strange double insertion fantasy Katrina had just experienced.

Pushing herself forward walking in the opposite direction Katrina mentally reminded herself she wasn’t a slut. Even as her eyes followed along after a platinum blonde girl who was arm in arm with someone who gave off the vibe of being a sugar daddy.

The strange idea of asking if she could join them, for anything being shaken from Katrina’s head as she noticed the girl looking her up and down and discreetly curling a finger to follow as they passed each other on opposite sides of the hall.

Even as she found her eyes dancing about the less attention-grabbing people in the crowd, ever present ideas whispered to her mind.

Walking past one woman pushing a carriage she suppressed the idea of feeling her body pressed against that woman’s, her large milk laden breasts leaking as she encouraged her baby daddy to knock up the ho she brought home from the mall.

Seeing a guy sitting with a bunch of bags obviously waiting for more then one woman in a store Katrina found her mind flooded with how she could occupy him while they were busy.

Followed by how she could occupy them as the two decent looking women emerged from the store.

Katrina felt flush with her blushing at all the lewd ideas as she paused feeling a strange compulsion to do one last thing before going home.

She never did pay for the earrings…