20-IF. What If I Fell Asleep Just Like That? (6)
"Miss, they say you interfered with our work?"
Brawny adult men surround the bus entrance, glaring down at me with furrowed brows. Their massive builds and fierce expressions are intimidating enough, but the raw lust in their eyes—clearly intent on not letting me go—makes my whole body tense up.
"Y-y-yes..."
"Tell us what you did wrong."
I did cause trouble, but I already apologized with my body to the people involved, so I should yell at them to let me go, to get out of my way... But my mouth won't move at all.
It's not that I'm scared of the shadows closing in around me.
...Okay, maybe I am a little scared.
But that's definitely not why my hands are trembling like this. My body is quivering in anticipation of what's coming, lewd juices squirting out in messy spurts. Trapped inside my tight skinny jeans, the slickness soaks around my crotch.
"Hey, you gonna talk or what? You think keeping your mouth shut fixes this? Huh?"
"Ah... um..."
Do I really have to say it? Isn't it already settled? This isn't even their business. And it wasn't that big a deal. Do I have to confess to all these people? Their desires are so obvious... If I spill everything I did today without holding back, I'll never escape. Opening my mouth myself would be like handing over my body willingly.
Even knowing that—even seeing right through it—my quivering lips part slightly.
"I... today... I used changing clothes as an excuse on the bus... and masturbated naked until I fell asleep... So the driver couldn't pull out even though he had to, because I was blocking him... A-and then... I kept showing off naked and blocking him more..."
I said it. I knew exactly what would happen, and I turned into a pervert offering my own body. It's no different from begging to be fucked. I'm handing myself over on a platter, pleading for them to play with me. So... no turning back now... Let's spit out every word I've only ever thought in my head, never voiced. Make it so obvious I'm a pervert, so contemptible anyone would despise me.
"I knew how men would react to a pervert like me standing there naked, but I did it anyway! I'm... I'm a pervert who gets excited showing my naked body to others! Everything that happened today was my fault! It's because I'm a pervert who gets turned on by pathetic situations like this... all my fault...!"
The words bubbling up in my mind pour out unfiltered. I know full well the consequences, but they flood me with shame and humiliation in an instant. At the same time, my self-esteem and self-love crumble away in real time. Both sensations are intensely pleasurable.
One of the men, his face twisting in disbelief after hearing me, mutters quietly.
"Never thought she'd go this far..."
His shock is plain as day, and the others turn away with incredulous expressions. Seeing that, I instantly realize what I'd done—I'd said something that made even these men, who look ready to gang up on a girl if given the chance, recoil in horror.
Self-loathing drags me down into a sticky abyss.
Then, hands seize my breasts. They grab full handfuls, pinching and twisting my nipples roughly.
"Hnnngh!"
My moan sounds laced with eager anticipation, even to me. Honestly, my body is thrumming with it. That pleasure I'd felt for the first time ever—the brutal, thudding impact deep inside—still smolders like embers, heating me up from within. How good would it feel to be ravaged by so many at once? The thought chokes me with excitement.
My sweater clings like a second skin, barely hiding my swollen pink nipples, but it's gone in seconds as they rip it open. Cherished buttons scatter, the stretched fabric exposing my chest completely. My skinny jeans—stuffed tight without panties—roll down to my ankles effortlessly. Clothes that stuck to my skin and made me struggle when I dressed or undressed myself yield instantly to their strength.
So strong... Even if I fought back, it would be useless. No escape. Every time I glimpse that, my lower hole twitches. Know your place. My body gets the message loud and clear: I'm just a toy with holes.
"Hnn! Haaah... haa, g-good... aaahhnng...!"
Hands swarm not just my breasts but every inch of me. Rough palms slick with sweat cling to my skin like a vise, sending electric thrills jolting through my body. One breast is kneaded brutally, swelling red with bruises; the other tormented by a hot tongue, the dizzying stimulation whitening my mind and arching my back. At the same time, a tingling stroke up my inner thigh makes my legs spread on instinct. Already weak, they give out completely, leaving my body helpless in their grasp.
My soaked pussy clenches tighter with each added finger, sweet moans escaping my lips—sounds I've never heard from myself before. It feels so good... Alone, I could always stop when it got scary. But now, nothing is in my control. I can't even stand; I surrender completely, my arousal dictated by their whims. That helplessness is pure bliss.
Every palm unleashes massive stimulation. When they touch me not for my pleasure but their own, my emotions surge uncontrollably. The restraint of my limbs—knowing I can't flee—the shame of baring myself to so many, the ruinous realization that I'm just a disposable sex toy for their lust... it all drives me wild. And remembering how I chose this path—spilling my confessions with my own mouth when I could've run—sends electric waves rippling through me.
My lower belly quakes, right where my womb sits. The lewd hole gripping their fingers molds to every ridge and contour, spasming wildly. Even with my limbs pinned, my hips buck involuntarily, toes curling inward.
"Uuugh... haa, aaah! Hnnnaaahng!"
The orgasm crashes so fiercely I can't think, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Before the aftershocks fade, something presses against my lips. I crack open my heavy-lidded eyes: a glistening cockhead, slick with precum.
...The men are pulling out their dicks one by one.
We've come this far... what's wrong with going a little further? I'm already naked in a crowd of men, offering my body freely. How different could it really be? I'd still be me—just a bit sluttier, a bit more perverted... the girl with two younger siblings, scraping by at a local uni, feeling a little extra good. Yeah, it's no big deal.
...It'll be fine.
I drag my tongue up the shaft smearing precum across my lips. It twitches at the sudden sensation. To keep it from pulling away, I catch the head gently in my mouth. Just that fills me with a slightly fishy, salty, bitter taste.
Haa... No one forced me—I put it in my mouth myself...I'm such a real pervert...
A strange satisfaction blooms warmly in my chest. Cock in mouth, I reach out and grab another. All around, reachable dicks everywhere. Even one nudging at my lewd hole. Unthinkingly, the corners of my mouth curl up.