My name is Brittney. I guess you could say that I am a bit of a slut. Actually, I am a total slut. The thing is, I am not what you would call, "normal." See, I have very extreme sexual needs. If it is taboo or not accepted by the norm, then I generally crave it.
I discovered sex at a fairly young age. Thing is, I never had an orgasm, that was until a camping trip I went on after my senior year of high school. I will not go into detail but lets just say that a group of five drunk guys decided to have their way with me. Yes, I am saying that they raped me. What I did not understand was the simple fact that when it happened, I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed, even while I was crying and begging for them to stop. Over the next several weeks, I could not say how many times I thought of what happened to me, each time the thoughts causing me to become aroused to the point of masturbating. It was as if some part of me enjoyed being treated that way. What followed was many fantasies of being used and abused, normally at the hands of strangers. I became obsessed with anything that humiliated me.
For about a year, it was all pretty safe. I purchased many sex toys, dildos, vibes, etc. and used them on myself all while finding ways to torture my body and mind. Pain and pleasure had become one for me and I often masturbated several times a day, just because it would keep my clit sore, thus adding to the torment. Additionally, having sex with total strangers was something that I made a regular thing. Recently, public masturbation was added to my list of ways to humiliate myself. Public restrooms, parking lots, movie theaters, the like. The chance of being caught added to my sense of shame and self torture. That brings me to last month and something that happened that made me realize I needed to go even further.
I had spent the morning masturbating and did not get a good release so I headed to a park not far from my home. Being a weekday, I noticed that there was only one other car in the lot. I wore a white sun dress that was one piece and cut low up top and above my knees. As usual, I was naked underneath. With my body, I really did not need a bra. My breasts, what not huge, are very firm. I have an ass to match and my regular work-outs keep my tummy flat and muscles tone.
The park is a large one with a ton of places to get off the main paths. I found one such location, a small spot of grass surrounded by trees and no sight of any walkway. I removed my dress, leaving it at the small entrance to my hole in the trees. I often left my clothes a distance away so that I could not get to them fast. Again, something to fuck with my mind, knowing that I could not get dressed fast if someone came added to my stimulation. I laid back on the grass, spread and looking away from the entrance. More mental stimulation, not being able to clearly see the small entrance made it more difficult to know if someone was watching. I reached in my backpack and pulled out my favorite dildo. It is a three headed trident like dildo. A very large center cock made for the pussy, a smaller one for the ass and a tiny one that would hit the clit each thrust. And of course, it vibrated. My pussy was sore from all my morning torture and I shoved the dildo in without any preparation. I loved that feeling as it reminded me of my rape. I must have been fucking myself for a good ten minutes when I heard him.
"What have we here?"
I have to admit, while all my fantasies center around this type of thing, I had never been close to anything really happening since that fateful camping trip. I sat up and turned quickly to see a middle aged black man looking at me with a wicked smile.
"Excuse me!" I said.
I started to get up and noticed that my clothes were not where I left them.
"Oh no missy, you are not done!" He said.
