Left Naked on a Stranger's Porch
In Atlanta Sally Dankworth was not know as a prude, but certainly was not know as a slut. She was a young successful woman in business, but the field of truly eligible men was small. She dated on occasion and was by no means a virgin. She was thought of as normal in her personal life. Professionally she had become high profile. The company she worked for was successful and they liked having her be the face and voice of the company. She played the game well, getting active in various business and trade groups and playing the media. She became a reliable source of quotes in here area of expertise and was quoted often in both the local media and sometimes nationally. Her face was also the "expert" that appeared on the news when there were issues in her sector.
All that being said, there was an inner slut. And an inner exhibitionist. And an inner submissive. And they came out when she was on the road. Her job sent her to conferences about a dozen times a year. She usually had a presentation to make and the rest of the time she found that it didn't matter much if she was there or not so long as she did a little networking. In a different city she could go a little crazy. She usually stayed at a hotel that was not where the conference was held and didn't go to the bar in the hotel lobby. Her conferences were normally in a hotel in the suburbs. She would find a hotel in the city and normally where there was another big conference being held at that hotel. She found that she could "hunt" more effectively in whatever local club had music and dancing and targeted the millennial crowd. A pretty girl who sends out the right signals can almost always get laid.
Sally knew how to send the right signals. She would dress the slut role. The locals or visitors from out of town didn't know or care who she was, so long as she was sucking on their dicks or letting them pound her cunt. Sally always got laid. It was so anonymous. If they were into kinky, she could out-kinky them. She loved walking down to get ice totally naked. She'd never gotten caught. Her favorite position was naked on her knees in front of a still clothed guy, sucking until he came with her swallowing every drop. If he came on her face she used her fingers to move the cum into her mouth. If some got on the floor she greedily lapped it up. She loved cleaning off their cocks with her mouth after they'd cum inside of her, regardless of which hole they used. If they used a condom she'd clean that out too. She'd been fucked on the balcony and pissed on in the tub, swallowing now and then. She'd done blowjobs in the hallway and once even on an elevator, always naked. Few guys got away before she sucked on their toes and licked their asshole. Whatever they wanted she would oblige. The more perverted, the kinkier, the more submissive and the riskier the more she was turned on. Hey, she wasn't in Atlanta. It didn't interfere with her real life.
* * *
Ed was not one of the good guys. He was based in a small city in the Midwest, but his business took him a month or so at a time all over the country. He was good at what he did and was paid well for it. While he was in town he would troll for women. He used a assumed name, a burner phone and paid for hotels and rental cars out of a Venmo account that was untraceable. While he liked to have sex with women, what really rocked his boat was humiliating them. Not in the bedroom, but afterwards and more permanently.
He loved to get some pictures of them nude, fucking and sucking. He always had some hidden cameras in his room, but he was always surprised how many would willingly pose in the heat of passion or let him film them. He tried to learn as much about them as he could and then destroy their lives after he left town. Send pictures and links to their contact list, their Facebook friends and their LinkedIn contacts. Post them on porn websites with their names and contact information on the pictures. Hell, post them on professional and neighborhood websites that she frequents. There were more than a few marriages that he single-handedly destroyed.
He enjoyed making collages with their clothed "normal" pictures side by side with their nude "slut" photos with humiliating captions and their real name and identifying information on them. The gold standard was when he could take a picture of their drivers license and other ID's of find pictures of them with name tags or posing in front of something like a diploma or nameplate. It's amazing what people post on their Facebook pages. Sometimes he could find video of them in personal or business situations and run them side by side with their sex videos and photos. Whacking off in his basement to the shambles of their lives was even more intense than sex with the real girl.
* * *
Sally got off the conference outside Baltimore at around 6PM and didn't have to be back until the next afternoon. She was asked to go out afterwards, but she said that she was staying with family. She went back to her hotel and took a long hot bath, shaving her legs and vaginal areas smooth. She had found a club downtown that looked perfect. She spent a lot of time getting ready. Heavy on the makeup. Expensive perfume. Pretty red cocktail dress. Strapless, tight and short, but not too short. No bra. She didn't really need one with her B cups. No panties. She she would not want them getting in the way. Spiked heels. Formal purse with her ID, credit cards, phone and a little cash. It was cool and going to get colder, but she didn't want to be saddled with a coat. She would Uber there and back so she wouldn't be out in the cold too long. She smoked two joints that she had brought with her before she left.
The club was not really too far from her hotel, but she wasn't walking there in those heels, dressed the way she was with a temperature in the low 50's and dropping. When she got there, she was comfortable. She sat at the bar and ordered a vodka rocks. The music was loud, just the way she liked it. She scoped out the action and immediately noticed a guy who stood out. The only guy who wore a sport coat. Handsome. Piercing eyes. Looked early thirties, just a little older than her. She saw him look at her and they made eye contact. They smiled at each other and he made his way over.
* * *
Ed noticed her when she came into the club. Hell, the red dress would attract anyone's eye. And she looked great in it. He noticed that she came in alone. Maybe she was meeting someone. When they locked eyes, however, and smiled at each other it was clear to him that she was also looking to meet someone new. And if her attire was any indication she wasn't a "third date girl."
* * *
"Hi, I'm Steve. I always notice when a pretty girl walks into a room," said Ed, lying about his name.
Sally replied "Well I'm flattered."
Small talk ensued. Ed made sure that her vodka rocks was never empty. They moved from the bar to a table and small couch. Sally made sure that she was nuzzled into him and rubbed his leg, stomach, chest, etc. whenever she could. Ed paid her all the attention that she wanted. About four vodka rocks later it was the 2AM closing time Ed suggested that they go back to his house. He said that he lived in Baltimore's Little Italy neighborhood, which is now largely Hispanic. He said that he bought a large old house very cheap and spent a lot rehabbing it. It was great now, but he was planning on selling it for a big profit and doing the same thing again. It was all a lie, but sounded so plausible.
The valet brought out his rental, a pretty large sporty sedan. Sally left the seat belt off and snuggled next to him. She didn't really pay attention to where they were going, closing her eyes for a good part of the trip. At red lights she would nibble on his neck, lick his ear and fondle his manhood. Twenty minutes later he stopped.
* * *
Ed put the car in park and said "We're here." He then turned and wrapped his arms around Sally. They kissed as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it in and tried to grind her tits into his chest. He fingered her clit and it drove her crazy.
After a little bit, he whispered to her "Scoot up a little." She didn't know exactly what he meant, but she lifted her butt off the seat a little. Ed immediately pulled her dress up and continued until it was over her head and off her arms. He tossed it in the back seat.
Sally was somewhat startled to find herself basically naked in a car. With the pot and the vodka, however, she didn't react startled. She went back to their embrace and making out. Ed continued to caress her clit and thought "Perfect." She got more and more excited and finally came with a shriek. The windows were closed on the car as well as in all of the housed nearby so no one heard.
When she caught her breath, Ed gently moved her to lean against the passenger side door. Ed said "I like my women completely naked" and with that he pulled off her shoes and tossed them into the back seat with her dress.
He reached into her purse, pulled out her phone and asked "What's your code to get into your phone?"
Without thinking, Sally said "6666."
Ed said "Great. Smile!" and snapped a picture. This time she looked startled.
Ed said "Remember, it's your phone. That way these pictures will be your property and you won't have to worry about them getting on the internet." Again this sounded plausible. Sally started smiling and hamming it up as Ed took pictures rapid-fire.
Ed said "Spread them" and Sally dutifully spread her legs for the camera. Ed said "Come on, really spread them" and sally pulled her lips apart as far as she could.
Ed said "Now it's my turn" slid over next to Sally and and opened the passenger side door. Sally gave out a little squeak when the interior light came on in the car. Ed said "Aw keep quiet. It's almost 3AM. Nobody's around." Ed gently pushed her out of the car and sat on the seat with his legs outside the car. As he unbuckled his pants she knew what he wanted. And she was eager to give him what he wanted.
Sally knelt down on the asphalt between two parked cars. The ground was rough on her knees and toes and the air was cold on her skin. She estimated that it was now in the low 40's. She was nervous but in heaven. She was completely naked, outside and sucking on the cock of a guy she hardly knew. She could see that he was using her phone to video her degradation. Her perverted mind started thinking how it would feel if she were also handcuffed. She was glad she wasn't, though, because the hand she wasn't using to hold Ed's cock she used to bring herself off again.
Ed groaned loudly. He pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face. His groan made her nervous because it was loud and outside. She took a quick look around but there was still no one around and not many lights on. She stayed compliantly on her knees for a bit as they both caught their breath.
Ed then said "I should clean that cum off of you." He then started pissing in her face. She was not expecting that and started to cough and gag. She calmed down, though and swallowed a few mouthfuls.
Both of them thought the same thing: "Slut."
After Ed put it back in his pants, he said "Right here, number 3131, is my house. Wait on the porch while I park."
"Can I have my clothes?" asked Sally.
"No" responded Ed. "But don't let anyone see you, it would embarrass me."
"Yeah, embarrass HIM" thought Sally, but she turned and ran up to the porch.
