Out Of Control 26

I still can't believe this happened to me. I don't want to go into my history in detail but it's important to know. About 6 months ago now, I was part of a birth control study. I was given a weeklong course of injections and then an implant. I can tell you it certainly has prevented pregnancy, but it has also made my life a nightmare. Why? That little experimental implant causes me to feel lust. Like, uncontrollable, bitch-in-heat, horny almost to point of pain type of lust. And I can only stop the feeling by getting a man to cum inside me. It's made even worse by the fact that I never know when it will happen. There is bothing I know that makes it happen. Sometimes I go a week or more without it happening; other times I'm struck twice in a day. I've been made a complete slave to my sexual need.

Supposedly, no one knows why the implant acted this way, and also why it cannot be removed. I guess that for three of us, the implants "migrated." Only 3/150 trial participants. Great statistics! But for three of us? We're reduced to sluts.

I've decided to start just journaling about days in my life. The scientists running the study have tried to help, but aside from occasionally fucking us to relieve the symptoms they haven't been of much use. They also don't seem to really understand what we're going through, so I think these stories will help. Here's one from last week:

It was late in the afternoon that I felt it starting. It always builds fairly slowly, thankfully, Once I start to feel slightly aroused, I have about 20 minutes to find a man who will fuck me raw. If he doesn't finish inside me, it only gets worse. After about 30 minutes, I'm so desperate to get fucked I start embarassing myself. After 45, I'll bend myself over the bar with my skirt up if it means getting cock. If it lasts over an hour, which has thankfully only happened a couple of times, I'm accosting men, mindlessly trying to get their pants off and their dicks into my cunt. It's humiliating.

Anyway, it was late in the afternoon and I was sitting on the bus when I began to feel aroused. Immediately my adrenaline kicks in. I need to find a man, while I can still keep it together a little. I hate it when I am forced to be so desperate. I like to pretend I have a choice.

Normally, I'd go to the bar below my apartment. It's a popular place and I can usually bring a guy upstairs fairly quickly. But, it's closed all week for some renovations.

Reluctantly, I pull to cord to get off. I'm still a mile from home, but there's a biergarten around the corner near the park. Maybe I can find a man there...my nipples are aching now. I hope I can find someone.

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Standing on the sidewalk, I send a pin with my location to the "SOS" group. It's the researchers and the two other women...affected...by the experimental implant. If one of the men is nearby and can come fuck me, he will. It's basically the only tangible help we've gotten from them.

My skirt clings to my knees in the fall breeze as I wait for a moment, hopeful--but no. One minute turns to five, and I'm losing time. I've gotten. 3 "No" responses, only one left to reply. I walk towards the brewery/biergarten at the edge of the park, the low heels of my leather boots clipping softly against the concrete.

The brewery is dark wheb I enter, but I already am concerned by how empty it is. Crowds mean more choices, better odds. My eyes adjust and I can make out the bartender, his back turned toward me as he wrote on a chalkboard. I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach as I looked at the pull of the sweater over his shoulders. I was getting hornier by the moment, and I hoped he could help.

I ordered a pint. We made smalltalk; I tipped extra. I played it cool as I sipped my lager, chatting away on a barstool, crossing and uncrossing my legs as I got wetter and more desperate by the moment. Timing is everything, I have learned. Too forward, and they get suspicious, nervous. Wait too long and my desperation gets embarassing.

In what felt like ages but was probably only a couple minutes, I made my move. I wanted his cock in me and felt enough time had passed. I placed my arm gently over his forearm as he reached to take my empty glass, "Have you ever just wanted to do something wild and spontaneous?" I asked flirtatiously, trying to look slightly-self-conscious-but-very-adventurous.

Bartender (he told me his name but I'd forgotten; it didn't matter) grinned: "I have, actually. Why do you ask?"

"You look like a guy who could have a quickie over a keg and not get too attached...or too tired to continue your shift."

He laughed at first, probably thinking he had misheard me. Probably thinking he had watched too much bad porn. Probably thinking that real women didn't do this. But that's what the implant did to me. I hated myself almost as much as I needed a cock.

So when I kept his gaze, he stopped laughing. "Seriously?"

"Why not? We'll have a little fun, and then I'll have another beer and take myself

home."

"Hell yeah!"

"Be back in a moment, gents!" he announced to the only other customers, a group of men in a tucked-away booth. He then stepped around the bar, and pulled me through a door to the side that said "Reserved for Private Party." We stepped into a small room with a pool table, and some scattered high tops for seating, their chairs still stacked on top of them.

"This'll be better than a keg, love," he said, pushing me firmly toward the pool table. I bent over onto the green felt, spreading my legs so he could more easily access me.

He wasn't shy, and I was glad. He was probably afraid I might change my mind. His hands were under my sweater now, massaging my tits through my bra as he ground his erection against my ass.

I hated the ache between my legs. I was so wet, so eager to be violated by him. I hated not being able to control myself when the desire took hold. I was trembling now, and intentionally bouncing my ass lightly against him, encouraging him.

"Oookay, I can see you want it. one sec." He pulled his hands away, my nipples ached. My cunt ached. I listened to the sound of his zipper, a faint rustle of cloth as his pants dropped. I could hear a packet; did he actually have a condom?! Fuck! I needed him to cum inside me. If he didn't, I couldn't orgasm and my desire would just get worse. A condom would mean this quickie would do nothing to sate my needs.

"No, Baby! You don't need that. I'm clean! I'm on the pill."

I could hear the sound of his breath hitching as he rolled the condom over his cock. I didn't move; of course. I stayed in the position in which he wanted to fuck me.

"No! Please! I want you to fuck me raw."

"Sorry, but I don't live that dangerously. Trust me, you'll still have fun."

I cried a few tears of frustrated humiliation. I could have, SHOULD have, told him to stop. There was no point in this for me now. I'd need cock even more badly, and have to start all over to get it. But my body wouldn't let me.

I leaned my upper body into the felt of the table, the wooden edge of it pressing on my belly as I kept my legs spread for him. I rubbed my chest into the felt of the table as he lifted my skirt, saying something approvingly as he discovered there were no panties to pull down from my dripping pussy.

Slut that I am, I simply moaned and whimpered as the thick, rubbery tip of his cock probed me. I moaned louder as he shoved it slowly inside me, feeling my cunt stretch around its girth as he sank in.

I couldn't stop him; I wanted nothing more in that moment than to just keep being impaled on that cock. I wanted him to stay inside me forever, I wanted him to ride me like his little mare, I wanted anything and everything to do with his dick.

I pushed my ass back toward him as he slowly dragged his dick back out of me. I groaned in near-pain at the ache inside as he pulled out, but not entirely. He rested the head of his cock just inside my entrace, probing lightly and then removing it and sliding along my slit.

It was torture. I loved it, I loved the sensation of his cock sliding and teasing, but I hated how empty my pussy felt.

I hated begging, but I knew from bitter experiences that I couldn't orgasm without cum inside me. I needed to get fucked. I needed him to finish so that I could get fucked again. Hopefully by someone a little less responsible this time. Or maybe one of the researchers would come to relieve me. But I needed this fuck to end and I was too horny to call a stop to it when his dick felt sooooooo goooood inside me...

So, I begged. "Please, please fuck me. I need it. Finish inside me."

He didn't say anything right away, but he did stop torturing my cunt and slid his thick, long cock all the way inside me firmly. I moaned as I was being impaled. The torturous ache of my empty cunt for once gone.

He kept me stuffed as he leaned forward, and I felt his hands firmly cupping my breasts, he was again gently kneading my nipples.

I made noises I'm not proud of, then. I moaned as he kept me stuffed with his dick and stroked me with his hands. I squealed as quietly as I could when he began to fuck me.

He stopped. He STOPPED! "Nooooooooo," I whimpered shamelessly, grinding backwards toward his dick.

"Shit, you're really loving this," he said as he began fucking me in earnest. "I get the feeling this isn't the first time" he said slowly, between thrusts, "that you've done something like this, is it?"

"It is!" I insist, thursting my ass back as he grips my hips, fucking me briskly and hard. I try to make my case through my moans as he stuffs me.

I doubt he believed me, but he didn't argue as he kept using my body, and I moaned like the slut I've become as he pounded into me, gripping my hips.

The one good thing about the implant is that I never got sore from sex. Ever. No matter how big the cock, I feel only pleasure.

So, I was loving the feel of his length sliding in and out of me before he grunted, stopping and gripping me tightly, shuddering against me.

A couple frustrated tears ran down my cheek. The man finishing inside me should have triggered my own intense orgasm(s), and I would have finally been free to go about my normal life again. But no, the condom prevented all that. So now I panted, empty, needy, and growing more desperate. I knew this could only get worse, and I needed relief.

Fortunately, the bartender understood the arrangement. He kissed me quickly before pulling out, rearranging himself and then helping me adjust my clothes and hair to be presentable again. Fortunately, these days I always chose a look that was easy to pull together again.

"Thanks, babe. That was fun!" he said as he guided me back into the main bar. What can I pour you?"

I barely held-myself together as I ordered, my cunt ached almost painfully, crossing my legs as I sat on the barstool was no help, but it did help keep me from grinding on it as I sipped my beer and scanned the bar for anyone who could help me. A few more patrons had trickled in during the few minutes we were away, and all of them were ordering now, keeping Bartender Whatsisface busy.

A group of three men, by their appearance I guessed they were in construction or a similar profession, looked likely. I shivered. I didn't have much longer before I wouldn't be able to control myself. I didn't want to end up in the middle of the bar begging for raw dick, so I quickly made my move.

"Can I join you gentlemen in your booth here?"

They looked up at me, and I got my first actual look at them as well. I was in for some luck, it seemed. They were all easy on the eyes. The man to the right side of the circular booth was the oldest, maybe mid forties or early 50s. The men on the left and in the middle were younger, probably late 20s.

They looked me over, too, and must have liked what they saw. The older one moved over on the bench towards his companion, making room for me. "Please! You can sit by me, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? Fine. I'd be his sweetheart if he'd just cum inside me. I'd be anything. I smiled, setting my pint on the table as I moved into the booth, seating myself so I was touching Older Guy. They introduced themselves, I once again didn't catch their names. They were Older Guy, Dude One, and Dude Two. I introduced myself with a fake name. It's one I only use when I'm under the influence of my implant: Mel.

I sat with them for a few minutes, crossing my legs, and engaging in small talk as best I could. It wasn't an easy thing to do when all I could think about was fucking them. I looked around a bit, planning how to get them and where to take them so they could take me.

The booth was honestly a good spot. It was in an odd corner of the bar, positioned so you could see the tops of heads, but otherwise only see inside of it when standing right next to it. I wondered if I could get two of them to leave the booth...

I shuddered slightly as a wave of aching need briefly overwhelmed me; I needed a plan now. I decided Older Man was the likliest the geoupnhad to a leader. If I got him to fuck me, he would probably tell the other two to leave.

l placed my hand on Older Guy's thigh, and placed my bet. "You want to do something spontaneous, sweetie?" I whispered. He smiled, and whispered back, "How much?"

I blushed, mortified. Of course he thought I was a whore! My cunt throbbed at the thought of being a whore. Then I was even more embarrassed--I didn't even want payment for the things I did.

"No, no!" I whispered back, voice choked slightly by my humiliated admission, "I don't want payment. It's a...kink. I like discreet but public sex with strange men who will cum inside me. You in?"

He grinned, not whispering now. "I might be. But I want you to be a good little slut for me AND my two friends here. Will you be obedient and fuck all three of us?"

Dudes One and Two stared at me. I couldn't meet their eyes. I hated this, and this "episode" wasn't even that bad yet. I still wasn't begging. Yet. But the ache inside was getting overwhelming; I would be soon. I had no choice but to be their good little slut. So, while I still couldn't meet their eyes, I smiled and murmured "Of course I will!"

I took Older Man's hand and began to rise from the booth; maybe we could go back to the billiard room... "Ahh!" I yelped as older man pulled me into his lap instead.

"Shhhhh!" He said, wrapping his arm like an iron band around my waist. "You're gonna have to be real quiet if you want this to work."

His other hand was methodically hitching up my skirt, shifting my until my bare ass and cunt rubbed up against his jeans, hidden by the my skirt spread out over our laps.

"Please, not here! We can go in the other room..."

"My friends and I have had a long day, Sweetheart. You can ride us all right here, you'll just have to be quiet. And I bet you like that, don't you, slut?"

I didn't like it, but I also was reaching the point where I wouldn't care about being passed around the bar so I certainly wasn't going to argue about the booth any further.

I nodded submissively, and felt his hands firmly grasping my hips. He guided me slowly onto his lap, and I whimpered in pleasure as he impaled me on his cock.

"Good girl," he murmured, one arm again pressing me tightly down onto his body, but I didn't need any persuasion. I squirmed slightly, shuddering in pleasure at finally having a cock inside my deeply aching cunt.

I writhed in his grasp, riding his cock as best as I was able in his tight grip, panting softly but holding in my moans; positioned in Older Guy's lap, my head could mostly be seen above the edge of the booth.

Dudes One and Two watched me get fucked. Or rather, watched me grind on their friend's dick, fucking myself as best I could. He was actively preventing me from using his cock like I needed to. I pulled at his hands, trying to get him to release me so I could move. I wanted to slide myself up and down the girth that stretched inside me. I needed it.

He slapped my hands away, "Be a good slut! You can have what you want soon. Put your hands on your tits. Show the boys and me how you like them touched."

Frustrated, I could only do what I was told. I couldn't stop myself completely from squirming on his cock, but I tried to. I grabbed my breasts in my hands, massaging my nipples with my thumbs and gripping my tits firmly. I looked at The Dudes while I pleasured myself as much as Older Guy let me; he had said to show them. I would be his good girl and show them. I would do anything.

The Dudes had both unzipped their pants by now, and I could see their hands moving under the table as they watched me.

Since most of my head was visible over the booth, I tried to keep my face as relaxed as possible, and I held in my moans, softened my breathing, stopped myself from pleading, trying not to make any noise. It was torture.

Fortunately, it wasn't torture for long. OG slid his hand up my neck, winding his fingers into my hair at the base of my scalp, gently and firmly guiding my head down and forward, leaning my upper body over the table.

My tits pressed into the laquered wood of the table. My nipples were sore with the pain/pleasure of it, even through my sweater. I was now invisible from outside the booth, thankfully.

But my gatitude was short-lived when Older Guy suddenly gripped my hips and withdrew from me. I whimpered in near pain from the emptiness of my cunt. Why would he do this to me?

"Please," I begged softly. We had arrived at the begging stage of my...affliction. "Please fuck me. Please, I'm so empty!" Tears of shame and desperation filled my eyes. I wasn't sure if I was pleading with Older Guy, who still had me tightly pressed to the table, or The Dudes, whose hands were still making rhythmic up-and-down motions as they stroked their cocks. I looked at them when I begged. Any cock would do.

A few tears slipped down my face as I inhaled to start pleading again--"Shhhhh!" said Older Guy, holding my hips steady as he pushed the tip of his cock into my folds. I shuddered in pleasure and relief as he invaded me, the sensation of heavy fullness I felt as he shoved his cock inside was incredible. It was everything. My body was on fire with lust, with the need to keep repeating that sensation over, and over, and over...

And he obliged. He began fucking me faster, holding my hips and thursting and I ground my pussy onto his dick. I closed my eyes, awkwardly leaning into and gripping the table as I was fucked.

I savored the sensation of being stretched and stuffed, I had needed this so badly. He was speeding up, and his breathing increased. He was about to cum inside me!

Suddenly, he pulled out of me, again, pushing my hips to where I was sitting bare-assed and wet-pussied on the leather seat, my skirt lifted well away. OG finished himself off by hand in a few seconds onto my thigh a few seconds later.

"Nooooooo," I moaned, but I didn't attempt to fight it. Like a cat in heat, I was grinding my empty cunt into the leather booth. My eyes leaked frustrated, wanton tears as I used a dinner napkin to wipe my thigh, trying to keep my skirt clean. I was dazed with need and disappointment.

"Only one of us is going to come inside you, slut. You told us what you came for; you get payment after services rendered. Dylan can go last and come inside you. Sound good, Dyl?"

The youngest of The Dudes nodded, "Hell, yeah!"

Dylan was the one seated furthest from me. I was seated with the other Dude on my right and OG on my left, and Dylan the Dude was to the right of Other Dude.

Other Dude grinned at me, I could see he had been stroking his cock through his unbuttoned pants and opened fly. He kept one hand on his cock, but reached the other over and effortlessly slid a couple fingers inside me.

The pressure sent waves of pleasure through me and somehow also heightened my need as he stroked them in and out. I was so ashamed at the sounds I made as he fingered me, but shame didn't matter. I needed cock. That was what mattered. If he liked fingering me, he would fuck me. And I also liked his fingers, just would like his dick more.