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This is part 3.

Disclaimer: This is entirely fantastical and is not supposed to match or condone any real life actions or events.

My legs are still buzzing with the feeling of having been used by you just now. My nipples stick out hard in the tight top you chose for me, the shapes of my tits pretty clearly defined.

“Now, baby, I want you to go back upstairs and get rid of your leggings and panties and find the shortest skirt you can for me,” you say, hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” I say, quickly getting up and racing to my room. Once there, I take off what you told me and do my best to clean up the wetness that we caused around the insides of my thighs. Then I rifle into the drawers of clothes and see what I can discover. Lots of skirts but- ah, perfect. It’s barely a skirt, more an elasticated loop of cloth.

I slide it over my hips, and turn to a mirror to see. It does cover my pussy, from… some… angles. Wow, if you look at me from the right place it’s just right there open. If I bent over the skirt would just become a belt and reveal everything. I giggle with incredulous delight at how much of a little whore I’m being right now. As I’m checking myself out in the mirror I hear you walking in the room behind me.

“Hmm, can you be a good girl and put on some thigh high stockings for me, too?” You say it as a question but I know it’s a demand. Hot. I discover some of the long socks and pull them on quickly. You pause for a second with your head turned, as if you’re trying to- oh right you’re getting the angle to see my pussy under my skirt. I stand still to let you get a proper view.

“Now, baby, I’m going to be taking you outside for a walk in a second, but I need you to know the rules first, okay?” You pull out a lead from somewhere and step over to me, clicking it on to my collar. You stand back a metre or so, the lead hanging over the gap between my neck and your hand. “So, first, you won’t say anything unless I tell you to. And if you do say anything you’ll exclusively refer to other people as sir or whatever, and me as daddy. Have you got that, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” I smile wide at you and rest my hands against my thighs.

“Good pet. Next rule is you do everything I say, no matter what it is.” I can see your eyes darting all over my barely dressed (and even then promiscuously) body.

“Yes, daddy,” I’m getting really excited for this now.

“Now that last rule should cover most other things, but if there’s anything else not in that, the last thing you need to remember is to just be a good little slut for me, okay? If in doubt, be a good pet slut for daddy. Do what a good little girl would do. Understand baby?”

“Yes, I do, daddy,” at this point I’m practically begging you with my eyes to get started, take me outside, show me off.

“Now walk with me, baby,” you tug on my lead and begin moving. I follow, smiling bright. We get downstairs and you put shoes on, then open the door. We go out into the street, and you close and lock up behind you, before starting to walk alongside me down past the other houses.

Passers-by begin noticing us as we keep going, some of them shielding their eyes, some gaping as they get a glance at my pussy, some staring at my tits. You pay them little notice, just looking… proud. Proud that you own a young slut like me. The tug of the collar around my neck makes sure I keep pace with you marching forwards.

A few guys stop beside you and have muffled conversation, I don’t pay much attention, just looking around, feeling myself blush. I can catch a few words- something about “she’s only 18”, “loves to be used”, the word “cumslut” is said a few times. I like that.

After a short talk with you, each one then steps over to me and puts his hands on me briefly, a couple of them slapping my ass, one of them putting his hand up my skirt, the rest getting some kind of feel of my boobs, thumbs passing over my nipples. You look at me approvingly as I let it all happen, and it gives me a little rush inside. After each guy, we keep walking, and he goes his own way.

At one point as we move along, you softly grab my hips and whisper in my ear “good girl”. I smile and we keep going.

The pavement widens, and to one side, away from the road, there’s a wooden bench with iron framing. You sit, legs aside, and pull me to stand in front of you. With one tug down of my lead, you force me into a kneeling position, facing you, right at the height of your waist. With great speed your cock is hard and out again.

“Now, look around, baby, at all these people,” you gesture, and I turn my head to the side. Quite a few, just going about their lives, “when they look at you, they see a sexy little 18 year old, and that’s not necessarily wrong, but I need them to see a sexy little 18 year old who belongs to me,” I can see where you’re going with this, “so why don’t you show them how much of a little whore you are okay baby?”

“Yes daddy,” I say, smiling wide before starting to lick your cock all the way up from base to tip, all around its circumference. I spit on it for more lubrication then rub it slowly in one hand while I suck softly on your balls with my mouth. Since you first fucked me I’ve been starting to crave the taste of you. I lick up your cock once again then push it between my lips, moving my head on so you go past my teeth. You hold my hair back as I begin jerking my head, my ears overtaken with the wet gagging sound of your dick filling my mouth.

With one hand I keep working the base of your shaft while my face takes the rest of it. I begin to go quicker, flicking my tongue against your cock more playfully, until I can feel you’re almost there. We make eye contact. You push my head back and pull out of my lips, drool streaming out. You take your dick in your own hand and control your orgasm over me.

Instinctively I hold my shoulders back, chest forwards, and open my mouth wide with my tongue out. I’m met with ropes of your cum, soaking through my crop top, leaving even less to the imagination, and drawing sticky lines across my face. You hold your tip down to my nipples and finish off the last of your load against them, wetting the fabric fully so now some of the pink colour underneath is even visible.

You stand, satisfied, and put your cock away, tugging up on the lead to signal I should stand too.
“Good slut, baby!” You say in my ear, “I love owning you.” For all the (basically everybody) who can glance at the right angle to see between my legs, they’re now aware that I am really so so wet.

You walk me back home, and it’s similar to before, most people looking away, embarrassed, or staring at my body. A few older men go and chat with you a little then touch me somewhere, then continue with their day. When we get back to your front door, you turn to me and cup my head in your hand, resting your thumb against my cheek.

“You have a wonderful face, baby,” you stop for a moment, looking, then move your hand down to my hips.

“Thank you, daddy,” I feel flutters inside, feeling sexy and gorgeous at the same time. I smile enthusiastically and have a bounce in my step as I follow you back through the door. Once we’re back in, you lock everything up again, take off my lead, and kiss me long and deep, shoving me hard against the nearest wall. You pull away, handsomely towering over me.

“Good girl.”

Authoress’ note:
Hi, if anyone reads this, I’d love to hear your suggestions for what you’d like to happen next. I have plenty of fantasies and ideas, but incorporating yours too would advantage us all! <3

NSFW: yes

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