Who knew? Who knew how much a person could grow over the course of ten years? How much change could occur and evolution take place. "You can't stop the river as it rushes to the sea..." That was a lyric to a song, right? Fuck. Fact of the matter is, Miley had changed and moved forward. There was no stopping it and no way she would be able to stay in a marriage that made her defy who she was as a person.
She knew she would always have love for Liam but it would be unfair for either one of them to continue the charade.
Now she would finally feel free once again, in every sense of the word. Besides an impromptu trip with her sister and a sexy girl friend of hers, she needed to truly embrace her newfound freedom.
Her inner sex prowess roared and a small moaned escaped her mouth as the rocking motion of the van she was in caused her buttplug to shift within her tight asshole.
Her senses seemed to be enhanced and heightened in this very moment. This would probably be because there was a pure white plastic box covering her head, which blocked her vision of the outside world.
This box was designed with reflective panes inside, so the only thing she would be able to look at was herself.
She could practically feel herself oozing onto the seats material as the anticipation aided in her arousal.
She had never stopped thinking and dreaming about her time spent in "The Box", so once *they* contacted her shortly after her divorce plans were released to the public, she couldn't help but agree that now was the best time to revisit that spectacular place.
Only this time she requested it be edgy, outlandish, and risky. Something to cause her to forget and remember. She lived for that lifestyle.
They complied.
The van's air conditioning caused her exposed nipples to remain largely erect and periodically she would feel rough, calloused fingers tug and pull on her sensitive nubs.
"Filthy slut..." a voice would croon as she gasped and moaned in response.
The van rolled to a stop and her heart rate increased. "You ready to be used by a shit ton of strangers, you slut?" A rough voice whispered harshly before the sliding door beside her was opened.
It was time...
Public exposure. A new phase within The (Mobile) Box.
What the public would see:
A fully nude anonymous slut on the side of a busy street, with all holes exposed, begging and willing to be used. On a mattress, on all fours. Oh right, with her head inside of a plastic white box.
What Miley would see: Her own reflection staring back at her. Nothing else.
Anyone would be able to use her as they saw fit, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Her feet made contact with the warm pavement as she was shuffled over to the worn mattress and forced down onto her hands and knees.
The white box was concealing her true identity but she still felt a slight nervousness about this exposure, but of course that turned into even more arousal.
Cars honked as they drove by, voices murmured and gasped as people walked by.
"Come take advantage of this dirty, filthy slut!" A deep voice yelled out for all to hear. "Spank her, fuck her, cover her in your cum! She's begging for it and she deserves it!"
She couldn't help but moan at his dirty advertisements and wiggle her ass in response.
As if to demonstrate the acceptable acts, the presenters hand began rapidly spanking her firm ass before he slid a long finger into her wet, tight pussy.
Without a care, she let out a loud, long moan upon his entry into her warmth. She watched as her own pupils became blown with arousal. Her pussy clenched and throbbed around him as he slid back and forth.
"Fuck, she's tight! You want try her out, buddy?"
A soft male chuckle could be heard before a rub was placed along her lower back. His touch felt unfamiliar and she knew it must've been a stranger. She trembled as his hand moved down to her ass and gave it a small squeeze.
"C-can I touch her p-"
"No need to ask, mate." The presenter interrupted. "Do whatever you want."
