Dogging Slut

by Imogen Linn

Anita controls men - her beauty and her smoking hot body turning them to willing servants. But, the tables are turned and she gets blackmailed into driving to an isolated parking lot and putting on a sex show for a group of random strangers. The experience unlocks a deep, dark desire that she didn't know she had - the desire to be used as nothing but a fuck-toy slut.


This is an erotic short story of approx. 7,500 words.


EXCERPT


Anita was now getting thoroughly rattled, “What’s going on? What is this, you sick freak?”
“Careful, Anita,” he replied, and she could hear his self-satisfied smile, “that crease you get in your forehead when you get upset might turn into a wrinkle, one of these days.”
“What…” the import of his words took a moment to register, “you can see me?”
“Of course. You don’t think I’d miss your debut performance, do you?”
Her eyes searched the car, eventually finding the discreet lens, or maybe just one of them, she thought to herself. Now this, she understood. Relief flooded through her, as she found herself on somewhat familiar ground.
“Oh, I see,” she replied, in a slow, knowing voice, “you like to watch, do you, Mr. Chase?” Her hand drifted up to the string of small pearls around her slender throat, and she started to run her finger teasingly back and forth, the tiny spheres clicking softly against her fingernail.
“Smart girl,” came his gruff voice, “now, turn on the light and let’s see what you can do – and make it good.”
“Yes, Sir,” Anita replied, in a sultry, seductive tone, “I’ll be very good, Mr. Chase.”
Anita reached up to turn on the car’s interior light, the warm yellow glow filling the car and turning the windows pitch black, sealing her in a bubble of light.
Now that she understood the situation, Anita felt a lot more confident. “He’s just another old pervert who wants what’s between my legs,” she thought to herself. “Why the hell was I so frightened of the old goat?”
She spread her legs wide, making sure the tops of her stockings were visible through the chiffon skirt as she slowly slid her fingers to the spaghetti straps of her dress, teasing her fingers under first one strap, then the other, as she pushed them down over her shoulders, tracing her fingertips over the pale, alabaster smoothness of her skin.
It was a little bit difficult to make the next part graceful – she had to lean forward and wriggle to reach the zipper at her back, but she did her best to make it seductive, slowly pulling the zipper down to expose the pale expanse of her back.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Chase?” she teased, slowly working the dress down. She arched her back in the seat, struggling to work the tight sheath of the dress over the slight swell of her hips.
There was no answer. “He’s probably too busy jerking off, to reply,” she thought, contemptuously. An image of his tall frame sprang into her mind, a stern, forbidding expression on his face as he loomed over her, a large, hard cock in his hand. Anita felt herself tingle, deep inside. “I’ll bet this is just foreplay, too,” she thought to herself, “he doesn’t seem like the type who only likes to watch.”
The thought was more appealing than she would have expected it to be.
Her pale body gleamed in the soft light filling the car, and she shucked the dress down her slender legs, revealing the smoothly waxed lips of her pussy. Anita stretched like a cat, making the motion into a show for him, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward. Her nipples were very hard, and she found herself hoping he could see that, wherever he sat wanking over her.
Anita knew she looked fantastic as she leaned back in her seat wearing just the heels, stockings and pearls. She lifted one leg, propping her foot on the dash to display the moist, swollen lips of her pussy – this situation was definitely getting her hot.

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First published December 29, 2011

About the author

I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink.
I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets).
I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?)
I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience.
I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!