I've always been a bit of a sexual deviant, at least as long as I can remember. I had had sex with plenty of guys in high school and college, but most of them were far too boring and normal. The best sex I ever had was when guys would get a bit aggressive with me, using me for their own pleasure. I loved it when a guy would force his cock down my throat or pull my hair as he fucked me from behind. I loved it when guys talked dirty, especially when they would call me names like slut or bitch. I loved it when a guy would pin me up against a wall and tear my clothes off, or do pretty much anything that gave him control. I guess that was part of what led me to the dating site.
I joined a couple of dating websites in order to hopefully expand my sexual horizons. My intro was simple; no pictures, no details, just the request to share fantasies with someone. A few of the guys were skeptical, thinking I might be some fat, middle-aged guy getting his rocks off by pretending he was a mid-twenties woman. Most of them asked for pictures, but I declined, explaining that I didn't want to risk that someone I know might see them. I thought about taking a few and blurring out my face, but I had a fairly distinct tattoo on my abdomen that I knew people would recognize.
One website in particular was more promising than the others, due in large part to the instant messaging system that it had in place. A few guys contacted me and we exchanged some stories, fantasies and cybersex, but no one was really fitting the bill just yet.
That is until I met bigdaddy77.
At first he wasn't any more forward than the other guys I had chatted with. He set the stage for some hot cybersex, calling me names and describing how hard he would fuck me and how he wanted to cum all over me. As much as it turned me on, it wasn't terribly noteworthy until we were done.
"I want you to do something for me," he typed.
"What's that?" I asked.
"The next time you're out of the house, I want you to find a guy you don't know, take him somewhere semi-private and give him a blowjob."
"That sounds hot," I replied.
"So you'll do it?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"You don't get a choice," he said. Immediately I felt my pussy gush. "You'll do as I say, got it slut?"
I paused for a moment before answering. I loved the idea of it, but I didn't want to get caught. Those thoughts were quickly overridden by how turned on I was.
"Yes," was all I said in response.
"Good girl. Don't tell him your name. If you can, don't even speak to him. Swallow his cum and then walk away without saying a word. When you're done I want to hear all about it. Understand?"
"Yes."
We logged off and I was so turned on that I had to touch myself. I fingered myself to three orgasms before I started to really think about what I had agreed to do. I never had to speak to bigdaddy77 online again, and even if I decided to I could just lie and tell him that I did it. The submissive slut inside of me pushed those options aside and thought about where and how to pull it off. By the time I was dressed I had already decided that I would go to a mall in the next town over, where nobody was likely to even know who I am, and that I could probably find some hot guy to suck off in a dressing room.
The next day I was back online to bigdaddy77, telling him about what I had done. I had gone to the mall as planned, where I pretended to be doing some shopping. The whole time I was looking for a good-looking guy that appeared to be at the mall on his own. I spotted him pretty quickly, but I had to figure out when, where and how to do the final deed. I followed him from a distance until he went into a fairly busy clothing store. I watched him pick out a few items off the rack and then take them over to a dressing room. Luckily for me, the dressing rooms didn't have locking doors, but instead used curtains for privacy. He stepped inside and I looked around for a moment, confirming that no one was watching, before I pulled the curtain aside and stepped in after him. The look on his face was priceless and he started to speak before I shushed him. Without a word, I sat down on the small bench seat and undid his pants. I pulled out his cock and instantly devoured it, sucking it like a dirty slut. In less than five minutes he was cumming in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Just like bigdaddy77 suggested, I calmly stood up and walked out of the dressing room without a word. Within a couple of minutes I was back in my car and pulling out of the parking lot to drive home.
Bigdaddy77 said he was very proud of me for behaving like the cock whore he knew I was. Then he made another request.
"Send me a pic," he typed.
I had been adamant with every guy that I talked to that I wouldn't share pictures, but for some reason I felt compelled to obey. I sent him a picture of me at a friend's wedding a few months earlier, wearing a gorgeous dress.
"Not slutty enough," he said as soon as he got the picture. I searched for something better, eventually settling on a photo of me at the beach wearing a bikini, showing off my trim body.
