Im going to lay my kinks on here. It can be full fiction or based on something I live through or mix of those. Can't promise doing this regularly. I can have time issues, no mood or simply be satisfied. In other hand I can feel horny, or have good thought about (...). Also I will consider how many of you actually enjoy that:) And there's one more thing, more about that later.

Dead End (alley)

I was filled with sadness after I spent this night with guy who turned out to be a jerk. We were drunk and get out from the disco. I was feeling in crush towards him. Shortly after leaving the main hall... I almost jumped on him, placing my hand around his neck and the other went towards his jeans.. Then something happened, that I so far don't understand. He grabbed my hands and pushed to the ground. He said, "Get off me, my ex-gf is here, I don't want her to see us" He said it loud enough that many people heard it. I was ashamed, I thought I dated a mature guy, not a kiddo. I got up quickly and to avoid more embarrassment went straight forward to main exit. I said to myself, *Nikole if you go with someone in a public place, you better double check who it is next time*. In the rush I was walking to my home through dark streets of my city, I was so nervous and I wanted to pee so badly. Without hesitation I turned onto a dark alley not even checking where I am. When you're drunk at night, it is easy to get lost. But I did not care for it. I sat down, leaning to the building wall, lifted my skirt up, move my pantyhose lower and pulled my panties aside just to have it done. I slipped my hand into my handbag for some wipes, I couldn't find them, but I found cigarettes. Because no one was around I felt safe to light one, and proceed in searching wipes. I didn't find them. I had to put my panties on my shaved and wet pussy like that. And mess them. But I didn't care either. I could not believe that for a moment I was tempted to masturbate. In this dirty place. But after this jerk left me I really, really felt needy. *But not like this Nikole, not here* I said to myself. I was almost done smoking and ready to stand up to go home, when I heard someone coming close to the corner. I tried to not make any noise and  pull my clothes on but I struggled and failed. When they came to the corner, they stopped and spotted me, as I was standing with my skirt lifted and my hands on my hips. I could hear them talking - "Damn what a delicious view". They started approaching to me, as I quickly finished dressing.  I was terrified.  - "Do you have more cig?" after hearing that I calmed down. *They just want to smoke* - I said to myself *could be worse.. but little I knew so far*. I handed them a packet and said they can keep it. - "A drunk girl fellow, huh?" They said. I smiled and nodded. Hoping they will go, it was really bothering situation. I didn't know what exactly they might have seen. They lighted cigarettes and whispered each other. I was next to them but couldn't hear. When one of them said aloud - "We liked you more when you squat with hand in your panties" and then the second  guy added - "Please" with a smile... I freaked out and told myself it's enough for today. I tried to go past them, but they forcefully grabbed me. -" We said please, didn't we? You want us not to please but "TAKE" ?" - "We don't want to make troubles, but could you sit down and do yourself good, as we finish smoking and think of what to do next?" I felt burning inside me, I felt so helpless and overwhelmed, it was exactly what I needed, but what price I will have to pay for touching myself right in front of them? What if they hurt me? Rape me? Is it wise to listen to some strangers... Few moments of silence passed. They started getting impatient. We all were very drunk and then it happened, one slapped my face, I fall off to the ground, crying. - "That's good slut, now rub your cunt while we watch, was it that hard?" I slipped my hand under my panties and obeyed. - "We want to see all" - "Pull off your slutty pantyhose" I listened and exposed myself. Now fully naked down there with frustration and thirst I was submitting to them. They grabbed my handbag and looked for something. I was keeping my eyes down and was trying to focus on my task. With enjoyment I slid two fingers inside my tight pussy and was in best way of getting release. It was so naughty, but I already knew we are far from done here. But I couldn't stop fingering myself. It felt SO GOOD. From my handbag they pulled of a slim, round, metallic object. It was my deodorant. - "You look so silly you little slut"  - "Before we go to next part, lick your hand off, whore". I had nothing against tasting myself, other than licking my own.. filths ( I didn't find wipes beforehand ). - "We know you like it". I hated myself but yes, it was true, I wanted it. With eager I began to lick off my mixed juices, when they grabbed me, lifted up and bent over...      - "Whore like you needs to cum with her holes properly stuffed". They spread my asschecks and I immediately felt wetness around my secret hole. They spit all over my asshole. - "You want it?" (one spanked my butt) - "Say it you little whore" - "YES PLEASE" - "Please what?" - "Slide it inside me" I moaned as they slowly pushed it inside - "Sit down slut, continue touching". As I sat down I felt it's moving deeper, and it made me so excited... I was rubbing my clit furiously, but there was something missing... I needed a dick, badly. What I was not afraid of, was that they were ahead of me, reading from my face, and figured out how to reward me with proper fucking, but first... - "You want something fleshy up your ass and cunt, slut?". (I nodded) - "That's good, we will take care of that, but first you will let us..." They unzipped their jeans and pulled of almost erected cocks.  - "We know you are cumdump, but there are other kind of dumps too".  ( On the bright side, their dicks are no match for the ones I was recently feeded with, I may be willing to do anything for feeling them ) ....

If you enjoed, leave a comment, it will inspire me in future:) I cut this in half on a purpose. Talented minded people are more then welcome for sending me PM with their imaginations of how the story ended: But be aware, this slut likes well written stories only.