Julia's Next Step

As discreetly as possible, Julia checks the slim, silver watch on her wrist. It's a little past two; he's official late. She's not really surprised by his tardiness, though. She knows he's probably close, probably even somewhere in the park, watching her trying not to squirm.

Julia takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself. It's hard. Her period is coming up soon and her large breasts are achey and fuller than normal. The open cup bra she's wearing has underwire so her tits have a little support, but it's nothing like the full, molded cups she prefers. Julia also likes molded cups is because they hide her rather large nipples. With nothing but a thin tee between her skin and the crisp fall air, Julia knows they're sticking out even more than usual, proud and hard and practically begging for attention. And she has received a lot of attention--every man she'd passed had leered openly at her chest. Julia felt like she was on display. Part of her was mortified, but another, secret part of her--the part that sought out the man she's waiting for--loved the humiliation and objectification she felt.

Julia carefully readjusts herself on the bench. She's been sitting with her right leg crossed over her left, and she very slowly switches so her left is crossed over her right. She keeps one hand on the hem of her skirt so the thin, gauzy material doesn't ride up too far, it wouldn't do to get arrested, after all.

Julia bites at her lower lip at the feeling of her bare cunt against the rough concrete of the bench and at the shift of the plug inside her ass. No underwear was another thing he had insisted on, and Julia's glad it's not a particularly breezy day or her walk this afternoon would have been even more nerve-wracking.

Before Julia can check her watch again she sees him. He's standing by the start of one of the nature paths, and there's another man with him. Julia feels her heartrate quicken. He had never mentioned a third party.

He beckons her over, and Julia stands. Her cunt is already wet, it's an almost Pavlovian response to seeing the man that's brought her so much pleasure recently. As Julia walks over to them she can feel her slick start to spread. She wonders if they'll be able to smell it.

"Hello, Pet," the man says, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek. She returns the small affection, then looks questioningly at the stranger.

"This is an acquaintance of mine," the man says. "I've told him all about you, but I don't think you need to know anything about him." He smiles.

Julia drops her eyes demurely even as another rush of heat goes through her loins. If this stranger has been told everything, then she has a good idea what's going to happen.

"Let's go for a walk," the man says. "Shall we?" He gestures for Julia to go first.

Now Julia knows why the man wanted her to wear flats instead of the heels he usually prefers. The trail isn't rough, but it's uneven. Julia dosen't try to keep her skirt down, and she knows she flashes them more than once, especially when the trail climbs a bit.

"Stop," the man says after they've been walking about fifteen minutes. "Let's go off the track a bit." He leads the way now. About fifty feet through the trees they come to a rock formation. From past visits to the park Julia realizes that it's part of an outcropping of boulders and stones that from a natural bridge further down the trail. This seems like a secluded place, but Julia knows that it's actually fairly close to a high traffic area.

"Now, Pet," the man says, "take off your top."

Julia obeys instantly. It doesn't matter how close other people may be, it doesn't matter that there's a strange man right there, she's been given an order, and she follows it.

The air is colder here in the trees, out of the sun, and Julia swears she can feel her nipples harden even further. She knows what they look like--plump, and pink, and ripe--and she also knows that the stranger is already so very happy with what he sees.

"What did I tell you," the man says.

"Amazing." The stranger licks his lips and his hands twitch. "May I?"

"Of course," the man says, "you've paid for her, haven't you?"

Julia's eyes widen, but before she can react further or think about the implications of the man's words, the stranger is right in front of her and grabbing her breasts. Julia bites back a moan at the touch. The stranger's not gentle, and her tits are already so tender. He kneads at her, then lets his thumbs drag over her nipples. It's harsh treatment of sensitive flesh by someone Julia's never met before, someone who's evidently paid to have access to her body, and damn if her pussy doesn't get even wetter.

"She loves it," the stranger says, awe in his voice.

"Hmmm," the man says, "my whore's quite the slut. Why don't you show him how much of a slut you are, and take off your skirt."

The stranger steps back long enough for Julia to have a bit of room. With shaking fingers she unzips her skirt and lets the thin material fall to the ground.

"Fuck," the stranger says, his right hand immediately coming up to paw at Julia's cunt. "Christ, she's already soaked!" He probes between Julia's lips and lets two fingers sink inside. "She's still tight, too." Julia squeaks as his thumb brushes against her clit.

"Well," the man says, "to be honest, I've just finished training her. You're her first paying customer."

"Am I now?" the stranger asks. He pushes another finger inside. "Lucky me."

Julia can't help but grunt a bit. The stranger's fingers are thick and harsh against her inner walls. She hopes he's got a small dick because she's not entirely sure if he knows how to use it.

He pulls his hand out and reaches around to smack at her ass. "Hands against the rock, sweetheart," the stranger says."

Julia turns around and bends over. The stone she braces herself against is smooth, and she hopes her palms won't get too banged up by this adventure.

The stranger curses and Julia feels him tap against her plug.

"That costs extra," the man says. "Maybe next time."

"Hell, yes, next time," the stranger says. Julia hears his buckle being undone and his pants unzipped. "I can come in her, right?" he asks.

Julia's blood runs cold until she hears the man say, "You showed me your test. As long as you keep clean you can come in her all you want."

Julia has a moment to be glad that, in spite of all appearances, the man still seems to be looking out for her, then the stranger pushes his way inside. His fingers are bruisingly tight on her hips, as he fucks into her with absolutely no finesse.

Julia hangs her head and tries to relax as she's taken. She can feel her tits swinging wildly as the stranger pumps into her pussy. She imagines what she must look like and the arousal she's been feeling all afternoon doubles, then triples when she thinks about how the stranger's going to come inside of her. Julia can count on one hand the number of times she's allowed men to fuck her without a condom. She had always considered it a privilege of a long-term boyfriend. Even the man who owns Julia now, who's standing by and passively watching as she's being ravaged, never came inside of her.

She wonders how much coming inside of her was worth. She wonders if she really wants to know.

Despite how turned on she may be by the experience, Julia knows she's not going to come, and it's a great relief when the stranger finally does. He groans and pumps his hips a few more times. Then he pulls out and smacks Julia's ass again as he says something that she doesn't really pay attention to, but she's fairly certain is crass and disgusting.

She slowly straightens up and turns around as the stranger and the man exchange pleasantries and bills. As Julia watches the stranger leave she can feel his come start to ooze out from between her folds. She feels cold and exposed, and not just because her clothes are still on the ground.

"You're upset," the man says after a moment. "I don't know why; I did this for you."

Julia opens her mouth but the man stops her with a glance.

"Think for a moment, Pet. Look beyond the tatters of your pride and your shame, and think. This is a dream scenario for you, and you know it." The man crouches down and picks up Julia's skirt. He takes a moment to brush off some stray leaves and dirt before he hands it to her. Julia puts it on. The stranger's come is on her inner thighs now.

"You took the first step on this journey, Pet, when you started listening to those hypnosis files we talked about, the ones about becoming a slut. About submission and obedience. About humiliation and objectification. Hypnosis only works if your mind is open and recognizes that the outcome is something you want. Think about it, Pet," the man says again. "Think about being used by different men. Think about not having a choice about who you're with, or how many men you service in a night."

Julia is thinking about it. It sounds... lovely.

"Those thoughts started in that secret place where your deepest and darkest fantasies come from, but they don't have to stay there. Those fantasies can become your reality. I can be your guide."

"I thought the term was pimp," Julia says with a scratchy voice.

The man frowns. "Your sass is noted and not appreciated." He sighs and steps closer to Julia. "You're actually very lucky, Pet. So few people are willing to look beyond the Puritanical boundaries of our society and embrace who and what we really are." The man reaches over and cups the side of Julia's face. "I don't know how long this arrangement will last, we'll negotiate the details later, but while you are in my service, I can promise that you will be truly happy."

Julia gazes into his eyes, and she knows he's telling the truth. Even now, the shock of being sold has worn off and left behind a pleasant buzz that she can already tell is going to be addictive. She wonders how many men she'll be able to take in one night. Then another thought occurs to her. "Maybe sometime, if one, or more, of my," she clears her throat, "clients is willing, you could record it. Maybe even put it online."

The man smiles at her. "Oh, Pet, you have the best ideas."