Emily approached the convenience store parking lot on foot. She was shaking slightly, unsure whether it was her nerves or the cold night. Despite the weather, she chose an even more unusual outfit that night. The long-sleeved black top stopped before her shoulders and cut across her chest. The cropped shirt left her belly button exposed. A pleated, black-and-blue, plaid mini skirt was laced at her waist and stopped halfway down her thighs, occasionally blowing with the wind. Her black suede boots rose just above her knees. The breeze gently swept across her bare pussy beneath.
As she reached the door, she saw herself in the reflection. The blue-eyed innocent looking girl staring back at her felt like a stranger. Inside that girl was the real her. The slut who let a stranger cum inside her last night. The slut who touched herself watching the recording. The slut who was now dressed as she was told, to please him again that night. Emily opened the door, unable to look at herself any longer as shame and desire battled in her mind.
The store was empty, the clerk presumably in the back room again. She headed down the usual aisle to grab her usual energy drink but paused at the cooler door, staring at herself again. Anxiety flushed over her, wondering if she was being foolish for doing this again. Her desire to be forced and taken was met last night. The fantasy fulfilled. No. It could never be fulfilled. She wanted more. Needed more.
Emily shook off her doubts and reached for her phone tucked between her waist and her skirt. She opened her email and quietly played the video again. She needed the reminder of the pleasure it brought. She held the phone close to her chest, watching the video of herself on her knees, head bobbing. A warmth spread through her body and between her legs. Her pussy was wet with desire.
"No fucking way. You again?" came a voice from just behind and beside her. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she quickly locked her phone. She recognized him and froze. The guy from last night. The one who made her expose herself. Brett.
"I guess last night wasn't enough for you, huh?" he said, chuckling. Emily didn't respond, instead gathering herself and turning away from him back to the cooler. She opened the door and bent down to grab her energy drink. When she rose again, Brett was on the other side of the open door, his phone screen pressed against it. Emily looked at the picture of herself bent over touching her toes, her ass and pussy entirely exposed. She never realized he had taken a photo of her last night.
Emily quickly shut the door and reached for his hand but was too slow. He yanked it away, grabbed her and pressed her against the glass door. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted the back of her skirt, pushing her round cheeks against the cold glass. Emily looked towards the counter again, but still no clerk. She felt his hand slip beneath her skirt, grabbing her thigh. He moved upward slowly. Her wet pussy lips separated for his fingers. She turned her head to the side away from him
"Awfully wet for a girl who pretends she doesn't want it," he said, pushing two fingers inside of her. A moan escape from Emily.
"Why don't you come play with us tonight, hm?" he asked, moving his face close to hers, breathing on her neck while he continued fingering her. Another soft whimper. Emily couldn't hide the pleasure she was experiencing even if she wanted to.
"We both know you want it," he whispered in her ear. His fingers pressed deeper, nearly lifting her against the glass on them. At that moment, Brett noticed the reflection of the clerk returning to the counter from the back room. He pulled his fingers out of her and released her from her pinned position against the glass. She looked down at his fingers covered in her wetness. Brett chuckled again.
"I'll be waiting," he said as he turned away from her and slowly walked out of the store to the car from last night. Her heart was racing as she stood there for a moment trying to accept what just happened. The pulsing between her legs intensified. Emily shifted into one of the aisles where she could see the clerk. She slid her hand beneath her skirt up to her pussy. It was soaking wet. For a few seconds she rubbed her clit. She felt like such a slut pleasuring herself in public, and she loved it.
Returning her hand to hear side, she walked up to the counter to ring up her drink. The clerk was distracted with his phone again, barely giving her enough attention to ring her up. Emily looked out the front doors at the car parked there. The windows were too tinted for her to see the passengers, but she imagined they were watching her. Waiting.
After paying for her drink, she slowly walked out of the store, the car lights lit her up like a spotlight. Her heart was racing. What should she do? Turning to the side, she started walking away from the car but stopped when she heard one of the doors open. She looked back to see Brett hanging over the open back left door, staring at her.
"Come on, get in," he insisted, a smirk across his face. Emily remained still for a moment, fighting with herself over what to choose. What would they do to her? Where would they take her? Would she like it? Her wet pussy seemed to have already decided. Slowly, she stepped down from the curb, approaching the car. Brett smiled, chuckled and disappeared inside the car. Emily walked around the door and slipped into the middle of the back seat. Brett climbed inside behind her, closing the door
"Good choice," said Brett. The driver shifted out of park, back up and started driving out of the parking lot. He turned out onto the main street, stopping at the red light at the end of her usual walking routine.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking at the driver and then turning to Brett after there was no response.
"I like your outfit, slut," said Brett, placing his hand on her knee. He scooted closer to her, his hand slipping underneath her skirt. A moment later she felt his fingertips brush across her pussy lips. Two fingers slipped inside her wet pussy. She moaned and spread her legs further apart. Brett shifted around with his other hand, pulling his cock out of his pants, grabbing her hand and placing it on him.
"I told you she liked it, boys," he said as she started stroking his cock. The one in the front passenger seat turned to look, snickered and shook his head before turning forward again. Brett pulled his fingers from her pussy and skirt. He held them in front of her, the streetlight shining off her juices covering his fingers.
"Taste yourself," he demanded, moving his fingers to her mouth. She parted her lips, his fingers entering. Her tongue cleaned him off, the flavor dancing in her mouth. A smirk flashed across Brett's face.
"Why don't we take her shopping boys? Try on some cute outfits?" said Brett, laughter in his voice. The other two chuckled as Emily looked between them, not understanding the joke. Suddenly, the other guy next to her, Sam, grabbed her wrist and guided her left hand over, placing his cock between her fingers as well. She sat there between them, stroking both of the strangers toying with her. Brett gripped the back of her head and turned her towards him.
"What do you think, slut? Do you want to go shopping with us?" he asked. Emily paused for a moment, looking at him and wondering what he meant. He didn't wait for her response, pulling her head towards him and down to his cock. She obediently opened her mouth for him, sliding her lips down over his cock. Her body reacted, her pussy flowing as his fingers continued inside of her.
The driver, Ben, turned left at the next light. Every few seconds a street lamp swept across Emily's face as she bobbed her head in Brett's lap. She felt like a toy to be used for the pleasure of others. The thought turned her on, as much as she hated to admit it. However, her body gave away her secret, her pussy dripping as she serviced the two in the back seat.
Ben turned right, exiting the main road into a shopping center of closed stores. A sudden bump in the road bounced her head further down Brett's cock, choking her as the vehicle pulled into the empty parking spaces. Emily pulled her head up, still choking as she looked to see where they had stopped.
The costume store was dark inside and only the front door wasn't covered, but she could see the posters on the door illuminated by the headlights before Ben shut the car off. The girls in the posters donned various Halloween costumes that conveyed their themes with seemingly as little skin covered as possible.
"Sam, go get the door, and find our little slut something to try on," commanded Brett as he pulled his fingers from Emily, reached into his pocket, and tossed a ring of keys to his friend. Sam reluctantly pulled Emily's hand from his cock, tucking it uncomfortably into his jeans before exiting the vehicle and walking up to the store. He fumbled around with the keys for a while before opening the door and disappearing inside.
