We walked out of the elevator, and I was so scared. I could feel the cum and spit slowly but surely make its way down my face. I could even feel some of it hanging from my chin. In the hallway Carl stopped and took out his phone, "Let me make this moment last forever whore!" He snapped a picture.
He held up the phone and showed the picture to me, my face was almost completely covered. It looked insane. I really felt like a whore. And being this wet did not make it better. I was so worried that someone would be coming. Or that someone soon would leave their apartment. But I was lucky.
Well out on the streets there were people walking in both directions. I lowered my head and hoped that I would make my way home unnoticed. But of course, Carl had other plans. "You will walk with your head held high, all the way home. I want you to show everyone we pass that you are a pathetic whore who likes cum!"
We started to walk and almost immediately we met a woman around my age. It was almost like a car crash, I did not want to look at her. But I could not stop myself. She noticed us and I could see her eyes going up my legs and stopped at the very short skirt I was wearing. It barely covered my pussy. Then her eyes went further up and stopped at my top. The look on the woman's face made me want to die in shame. I glanced down to see what she saw. I could see a wet spot of cum on my tank top. I could also feel cum hanging from my chin, so more stains were soon to follow. The woman gave me a disgusted look. Her look screamed at me that I was a disgrace for all women.
I could feel my eyes water up. I could not handle the shame. It was too much. It became hard to see so I blinked my eyes. And out of the corner of my eye I could see Carl smile at me. I looked at him. I think he could see how bad I felt, "It gives me so much joy to see you in pain. I wish that you would feel this type of shame every second of every day." I looked at Carl with a very hurt look. He then continued, "In fact, let me make it worse. Stop and face me with closed eyes."
I glanced around before I turned towards Carl. There was 8 people that could see me now. A group of three was walking on the other side of the road. They were a bit behind us but would be walking in the same direction as us. They seemed to be at the age of around 40. It was two women and one man. Then there was the woman that just passed us that could be turning around and look at me at any moment. Two younger guys were standing and smoking outside a gate not too far ahead of us. One dad with a stroller would be coming our way. And lastly there was a man laying down on a park bench. Probably a drunk, who had found a bed for the night. But it was too dark to see if he was sleeping or not.
I turned towards Carl and trembled in fear. What would he do? Would he pull down my skirt? Would he pull down my top? I closed my eyes. Three seconds passed and nothing happened. Then another five seconds and nothing. My trembling started to get worse. Just waiting was torture. Just do what you are going to do! Another 5 seconds and still nothing. My trembling was almost out of control now. After yet another 5 seconds he just told me to open my eyes again. Had he done something else? I looked around but saw nothing, he just wanted to fuck with my mind.
A bit relief started to set in as we started walking again. The man with the stroller passed us and he never looked up at me. His toddler was crying, and he tried to play with a toy in front of its face. The three people on the other side was now slightly ahead of us. But they looked in my direction from time to time. I did not like that at all. Thankfully it was dark so they could probably not see all the cum in my face, just my slutty outfit. I started to relax from the fright Carl just gave me.
Carl looked at me, "You see that stop sign at the intersection over there?" He said it with a hint of amusement in his voice as he pointed at it.
It kind of sounded as if he had a funny anecdote about it "Ye?"
"I want you to walk up to it and treat it as if it was a stripper pole. I want you to dance with it."
I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as he said this. I looked at Carl in despair. Since it was close to an intersection it was extra lights there. There would be no shadows to hide in. People who was close would be able to see my face filled with cum. Cars might drive by and honk, causing more attention to be drawn to me.
With panic I started to walk towards it. I could see the two younger guys toss what was left of their cigarette on the curb and walk inside. That was a small win in this very dark moment. I looked around and new people had started to appear. It was more people now. Although many of them was far away. But they would be getting closer with every second. There was not many cars passing though, so that was at least something.
I could not hear Carl's footsteps behind me anymore, I looked behind me as I kept walking towards the stop sign. He had stopped and got his phone from his pocket and aimed it at me. That fucker was going to tape this.
I kept walking forward and when I came to the intersection, I felt like my legs would fold beneath me. This was so fucking humiliating! I could see people getting closer from all directions. I wanted to wait until there was less people around. I looked at Carl and pleaded with my eyes. He seemed to get angry at this. I could see him tighten the grip on his phone and his jaw clench. His eye became dark.
I grabbed the "pole" as a woman in her fifties passed me. The look of horror that came over her when she saw my face almost made me cry on the spot. I could see her shaking her head as she kept walking. A man who was running came out of nowhere. When he saw my face, he increased his distance while running past me. With a disgusted look on his face, like I was carrying some horrible decease or something. I felt great shame. And it was a bit humid in the air so the cum would not dry up. I looked down on my top and I could see more wet stains of cum.
I looked at Carl again and I could see pure anger radiate from him. As I held on to the pole with one hand, I bent my knees a little and started to sway my hips. I felt so stupid. And it felt like it was more people around me then before. I could see people in all directions. People with dogs. Couples holding hands. Teens on their way home from a movie, one holding a tub of popcorn. I could see a man in a suit in the distance. And there was many more both walking towards me and away from me. This was a nightmare.
I had never danced on a stripper pole. I tried to think of strippers in movies, and how they moved. I got an inner vision of it, and I tried to copy it. I tried to look sexy while I walked around the pole two laps still holding it with one hand. I then faced the pole and grabbed it with my other hand as well. With straight legs I leaned forward 90 degrees. My butt was sticking out. I shaked my ass for all to see. I could suddenly hear a whistle from someone. I dared not look around.
I kept going. I separated my legs, bent my knees, and started to twerk. My eyes had been closed but my curiosity got the better of me. I opened my eyes and tilted my head up to get a better look, there was 3 people that had stopped to look at this spectacle. And when they saw my face they all gasped. In my humiliation I had forgotten the cum on my face. I felt so cheap!
I knew I had no choice, so I continued to degrade myself. I turned around so I was facing them. I leaned my butt towards the pole and started to grind it up and down with my ass while I grabbed my tits outside of my shirt. I squeezed them hard. I had my head to my left, away from the people. I could not look them in the eyes, the shame was too great!
I could see more people started to gather around me. There was maybe 8 people around me now. I could hear whispers, "What a skank!", "Who would do this to themselves." "Showing of like this, so pathetic!"
As I stood there grinding my ass up and down against the pole I could feel cool air stroke my pussy. I was crazy horny! And I felt juices run down my legs. And the horny part of me took over. I lost all control. I lift my top above my tits. They started to bounce and jiggle as I kept grinding the pole. After a few seconds I leaned forward almost 90 degrees again and shaked my tits. They bounced all over the place. I heard a few whistles that you would hear at a strip bar.
The whispers continued. "Glad she is not my daughter!", "What a freakshow!" But I also heard some complimenting ones about my body. "Wow! Those knockers are insane!", "Would not mind tapping that!"
