Olivia sighed and turned away from her computer and looked at the open window. She swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth and glanced back at the computer, then back at the window. Her heart raced, but she needed this. She was becoming addicted to the way her heart raced and her pussy dripped every time she thought of exposing her nineteen year old body, whether to strangers, friends, or perverted older men online.
Olivia dabbled in some risky adventures over the summer before she started college. She was a somewhat shy girl, but attractive, her dirty blonde hair framing her face nicely, situated atop her five foot, four inch frame and one hundred twenty pounds. She had danced through school, but once that came to an end, she found herself bored for several weeks before college started.
The boys she knew from school fell mostly into two groups: the quintessential "nice guy" who would try to get her attention by waiting on her hand and foot and catering to her every whim. This bored Olivia to death. She wanted her heart pounding, the blood pumping. She wanted some excitement even if it meant accepting some risk to get it. Olivia wanted to feel something. And so the nice guys didn't stand a chance. The other type, the more sociable, more take-life-by-the-horns type, somehow seemed to be more interested in the influencers and social media starlets than in the girl right in front of them. Instant gratification, Olivia thought. Not willing to stir her emotions or work for anything. And sure, she had a couple boyfriends in school who didn't fall squarely into either group - but most guys, to her, were too nice or too shallow.
Bored over the summer, Olivia had stumbled across some groups on social media late at night when her parents and brother were asleep. She saw girls like her, or some a little older, being coaxed into revealing their bodies for a group of men. The way the men talked to those girls - calling them slut, whore, or even cunt as if it was nothing at all - got Olivia's juices flowing. Why would anyone want to be talked to that way? She wondered aloud.
But one night she posted a picture of her bare breasts, like some of those girls had done. Over the summer her B-cup breast began to blossom into a C-cup seemingly over the course of a couple months, and men noticed. They made comments like "nice rack," and "great pair," and so on. It made her smile but that was about it, the excitement died out. She was just about to close her browser, likely never to return to the group pages again, when she came across another group with several interesting threads.
The threads within the group were posted by people, some guys and some girls, looking for ideas as to how they should masturbate or sometimes even dares to do. She started reading, and she started with the girls' threads first, putting herself in their shoes. One girl was instructed to drive down the road and pull up her top and drive topless as she masturbated to orgasm, and only when she achieved climax could she cover her breasts. Another was dared to "accidentally" expose her nipple to her friends by way of a seemingly accidental nip-slip. She read a couple of the guys' threads too. One was told to walk to a park bench and sit down and masturbate to orgasm and another was instructed to jack off into an empty jelly jar and eat his own cum!
There were more drastic ones too, some Olivia barely even dared to read, about girls licking toilets or wetting themselves or guys dropping their pants in broad daylight. She shook her head and turned away only to realize - yes - her heart was about to pound out of her chest. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like driving down the street, braless, her tank top pulled up to expose her breasts, her skirt hiked up and her fingers plunged deep in her cunt, hammering away until she felt what she craved. My god, she thought. But she needed someone to instruct her.
And so it was that Olivia became a participant rather than a lurker. She started with simple threads like letting strangers instruct her what to use to masturbate - a hairbrush, her fingers, or a small, six-inch dildo that she had picked up at a local sex shop. That went on in her summer boredom for a couple days until someone suggested spanking her pussy with the hairbrush instead of just fucking herself with the handle. So she complied, lying on her back with her legs spread, dishing out ten soft - but to her very exquisite - blows to her sensitive pussy. It really got her juices flowing and she was quick to orgasm after that. The next day she asked for instruction in spanking her ass and over the next couple days worked herself into a few more intense slaps that turned her ass a pleasant shade of pink.
This continued over the summer, until Olivia was spanking her ass facing her window in her bedroom at her parents' house, just for a few seconds at a time, or perhaps masturbating for a few seconds at the window, her breasts and pussy exposed. It was a thrill for her even if the chance of being caught was nearly zero. But it got her heart pounding and soon she was craving more and more. That's when she met him. He was fifty three and, like many of the older men she communicated with, he wasn't afraid to tell her exactly what he wanted - or, for that matter, tell her what she needed to hear.
"You read about a girl around your age who drove and masturbated with her breasts exposed until she achieved orgasm. You're going to take it farther. Get in your car, drive to a parking lot and remove all clothing except shoes and a top and put them in the trunk, except your panties which will go on the passenger seat. Get back in and pull your top up. Set a timer and drive out of the parking lot. Every minute you fail to orgasm do the following: 1 minute, lift your top and expose your breasts. 2 minutes, add clothespins to your nipples. 3 minutes, pull write "slut" in large letters across your stomach. Then keep going. 4 minutes, stuff your panties in your mouth. Five minutes, go down your contacts - mom, dad, any siblings, grandparents, aunts/uncles, then cousins until someone answers. Keep talking until you cum. Once you cum, you pull over and take a photo for proof (no face required) and then you can retrieve your clothes. I want a report."
"Why can't I just do the original dare?!?!" Olivia had written back.
"Then you're just going to want more later. You just need to go for what you really want now which is to add on to what that slut did. Otherwise you'll be bored because you've read all about it and you're just copying her. Make it better."
A few more messages and Olivia could not let it go. Mostly she was reluctant to take a photo, but after a few more messages she realized she had to do it. Here is what she wrote back when she was finished:
"I started out in a store parking lot. I looked around and didn't see any cameras - until I got out to put my clothes in the trunk and saw one on a light. Damn! I almost froze, I couldn't believe it, but I still had panties on. I jumped back in the car and took off my panties - lace cheeky thong in light pink - and put them on the seat. Then I drove to the exit and started to finger myself when I pulled onto the street. There was one traffic light I had to pass before I reached open road. It was making me nervous having to stop and I was having a hard time getting aroused at first. The first minute flew by and I lifted up my top - a pink cropped tank top to match the panties - and my tits were out. I know a couple people saw them because it was a four lane street but I don't know if they saw me fingering my pussy. God, I was getting horny! But the nerves, I was shaking and couldn't get too far along. Another minute and I put on the clothespins. Fuck that hurt. But it turned me on to much. Finally I was getting somewhere. I lifted my left knee up until it touched the window and spread myself wide and then remembered the light. It was red! I slowed down and looked to my left and I know the guy caught me, fuck it was awful but I actually loved it. I couldn't stop now, I wanted it so much, I was fucking ravaging myself in the seat and biting my lip. I wasn't moving my fingers very much but I was using three and really into it. I put my hand up finally and then the three minutes went off just as I almost stopped and the light turned green. I let the guy go past me and then grabbed the marker and wrote "slut" on my stomach and another car went by as I was driving slow to get that finished. I got so into it I just stuffed the panties in my mouth and waited a few seconds and came so fucking hard. Thank God I didn't have to call anyone! I pulled over and sat there for several minutes and know a couple other people saw but I was in such bliss I didn't care. I grabbed my clothes finally and drove home and realized I was stupid and wrote low on my stomach trying to keep drivers from seeing but ended up having to sneak in the house past my older brother with "slut" on my stomach plainly visible. He didn't notice though but then I had to run in my room and fuck myself good to how close it was. Thank you so much for the dare and you're right it was way better than the original!"
"Would you like another?" He replied. "And what were you thinking as you had your orgasm?"
"YES!" She wrote back. "And honestly about how much of a slut I was being driving around with my clothes pinned nipples out and marker on my stomach and just fucking myself like that like...". She stopped, not wanting to finish. Of course he made her.
"Like a pathetic slut, I guess." Fuck that made her wet just writing that.
