It’s Friday. My boyfriend has chosen a new restaurant for us to try – a small place that I’ve never heard of all the way on the other side of the city. I’m unimpressed when we enter. There are few people inside and it looks like some areas are still being set up.

We’ve just ordered drinks when he grasps my hand and whispers, “C’mon. I want to show you something.” He guides me to the men’s bathroom at back of the place.

He tries to pull me inside, but I hesitate and give him a skeptical look.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “That’s the men’s room. I’ll use the lady’s.” I begin to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my hand.

We’ve known each other for about a year. It took a while to develop trust, but once I did, I shared some of my submissive fantasies with him. I told him the idea of men exposing and playing with me excites me. Especially if those men are strangers, I’m being dominated, and my pussy is treated like an object for their use. Just talking about it made him hard.

“Be a good girl,” he said, smiling.

He knows calling me a ‘good girl’ makes me wet.

I relent and follow him into the bathroom. It’s a larger bathroom with several stalls and a long counter with two sinks, but it’s empty. He stands me along the wall near the paper towel dispenser.

“Take your skirt off,” he tells me.

I’m confused. “Baby, this is a men’s bathroom,” I reiterate like he’s somehow forgotten.

“You will address me as ‘Sir,’ and I’m not asking. Do you want to be punished?” His gaze is loving, but stern.

I’m shocked. I know he’s serious. I also know he’s twice my size and strong enough to overpower me right here, if he wanted to. My heart beats faster.

I’m breathing harder. I’m nervous and my fingers fumble as I unbutton and then unzip my skirt, but I feel my pussy tingle. Obediently, I slip off my skirt, fold it, and set it on the counter. I’m standing before him in my shirt, panties, and mary jane shoes.

“Good girl,” he praises in a low voice that warms my pussy. His gaze moves over my body. He steps closer and presses his body against my side.
I look up at him nervously. I cannot believe he means to touch my pussy here, in such a public place.

He holds my gaze as he slides his palm down my belly, under the waistband of my panties, and cups my smooth little pussy in his bare hand.
My lips part. I wrap my fingers around his arm to steady myself.

“Spread your feet, baby girl. I’m going to rub your pussy.”

I obey. I move my feet aside a few inches and his fingers slide between my soft pussy lips. “Oh,” I whisper.

“You’re wet already,” he says. He leans closer and whispers in my ear, “Good girl. Move your hips. Rub your needy pussy on my hand.”

“Yes, Sir.” Slowly, I roll my hips and rub my pussy on his hand. I feel myself grow wetter, more sensitive, needy. I bite my lip.

The door flies open an an older man walks in. He must be in his 50s.

I try to hide behind my boyfriend, but his free arm wraps around me to hold me in place. I look up at him in shock, but he’s smiling at the stranger.

“Hey, man, want to feel her pussy? She gets off on other men touching her pussy,” he says nonchalantly.

I gasp as my boyfriend casually divulges my fantasy to a complete stranger in a public bathroom. I’m shocked and embarrassed. Heat rises in my cheeks and I know I’m blushing hard.

The stranger seems unsure. His expression is quizzical, like he’s tempted, but doubtful such an easy opportunity has presented itself. But his eyes trail down my body, lingering on my breasts before staring, hungrily, as my boyfriend pushes down my panties to reveal my smooth pussy.

“Spread your legs,” my boyfriend orders me.

I’m so nervous I’m quivering, but I obey, scooting my feet aside a few inches.

My boyfriend’s fingers are cool on my hot pussy lips. He spreads them open, and the air tickles my clit.

I gasp again. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but I don’t dare try to close my legs. It’s not my place to hide my pussy if my boyfriend wants other men to see it.

The stranger stares at my pussy. His eyes darken. “How much?”

“Free, of course. Her use is entirely up to my discretion,” my boyfriend replies.

The stranger grins. “Let’s see how wet that pussy is,” he says. He walks over and stands at my side.

My boyfriend is 5’9″ and this tall stranger must be over 6′. I’m 5’3″ and petite. I feel small and weak sandwiched between these two men.

The stranger glances at my boyfriend. Then he casually reaches between my legs.

My mouth opens as he slides two thick, warm fingers between my slick folds. His presence is unfamiliar. He smells of musky cologne and his touch is more inquisitive than romantic, as if I’m cattle that he’s inspecting.

He leans in and sniffs my hair as he rubs my pussy.

I tremble as his fingers graze my clit and slide between my pussy lips. I can tell I’m soaked. This is humiliating, but part of me wishes he’d push a finger inside my entrance.

“She’s soaked,” the stranger tells my boyfriend. Then the stranger looks down at me. “Good girl, getting off on strange men playing with your little pussy. You know your place.”

Without warning, the stranger pushes a thick finger into my entrance and penetrates me until his palm cups my pussy.

“Oh!” I whimper, my eyes widening. My thighs tremble as a rush of pleasure overtakes me. My knees feel weak and my hips jerk forward, pushing the man’s finger deeper inside my tight channel.

They laugh.

“Damn, she’s a tight, needy hole, isn’t she?” the stranger asks my boyfriend.

My boyfriend nods. “Yes, she is. And she cums hard when she’s used.”

The bathroom door swings open and two more guys enter. They stop abruptly when they spot us and I watch their gaze travel down to the stranger’s hand between my legs.

I’m frightened. I wonder what they’ll do, if they’ll try to intervene or tell management.

“Wanna see her tits?” My boyfriend asks them.

They grin.

“Hell yeah,” says the guy on the right. He’s chubby. He’s as tall as the first stranger, but round and his belly protrudes.

His friend is shorter and stocky, but fit. His t-shirt is stretched around his biceps and his thighs look thick and powerful under his jeans. “Show us them titties.”

My boyfriend waves them over. They join us, and I’m suddenly surrounded by men I don’t know. Even the shortest guy is taller than me.

My boyfriend grabs the hem of my shirt, lifts it up, and drags my shirt off over my head. Then he reaches behind me, unhooks my bra, and slips it off me. As he does, the first stranger pushes my panties off to the floor. The only clothing I’m wearing now is my mary jane shoes.

I’m naked in front of a group of men, who are all fully clothed, and most of them are strangers. I gasp and whisper, “Oh my god, I’m naked.”

“Fuck yeah you are, slut,” says the stocky guy. He gropes my right breast, squeezing and massaging it. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Great tits,” says his friend, the chubby guy. He grabs my left breast in one hand and reaches up with the other to pinch my hard little nipple.

I moan. My pussy squeezes the thick finger that’s buried inside. My pussy warms and I’m sure I’m wetter.

The first stranger laughs. “Fuck she loves this. Her pussy just got tighter. She’s dripping.”

My boyfriend smiles. “Told you. She needs to be humiliated and used.”

“She knows what her body is for,” the first stranger replies. He squats by my hip and leans in to look at my smooth pussy. “Spread your legs more. I want to see that juicy cunt,” he orders me.

I look at my boyfriend.

He nods. “Be a good girl and do as he says.”

I obey, spreading my legs wider to expose my pussy for the stranger.

He pulls his finger out and I whimper. “Goddamn, she really is soaked,’ he says, rubbing his fingers together. They glisten with my wetness.

I moan as the chubby guy pinches my nipple again. “Stick two fingers inside her cunt and fuck her,” he tells the first stranger.

“Fuck yeah,” says the first stranger.

I moan softly at his salaciousness, at the idea of my pussy being penetrated and fucked right here in this bathroom, where men freely enter and exit.

“Shhh,” my boyfriend hushes me. He wraps his fist around my pony tail and pulls, gently lifting my chin. Then he covers my mouth with his other hand to quiet me. “Be quiet, kitten, while these men make you cum. Keep your legs wide so everyone can watch.”

I try to nod, but he’s holding me so firmly.

“Grab her arms and hold her still,” the first stranger tells the other two guys.

They each grab one of my arms and pin me back against the cool tile wall. With their free hands, they grope my breasts and tease my nipples.

I whimper, but it comes out a muted noise.

The first stranger uses his body and one hand to force my legs open wider. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. I’m gonna make it spasm, sweetie.” He positions two of his thick fingers at my entrance and then pushes up, forcing my hole to stretch around them as he pushes them all the way deep inside.

I squeal. My hips stutter, jerking forward and then downward on his fingers.

“That’s it, take it,” the chubby guy tells me. “Take it.”

“Yeah, get up inside that pussy!” says his stocky friend.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” says the first stranger.

“She’s always tight,” replies my boyfriend. “It doesn’t matter how often I use that pussy, it always tightens back up.”

I’m breathing hard now. They’re discussing my body like it’s a thing for them to play with. It’s so hot, so erotic, but it’s difficult to concentrate on what they’re saying with a stranger’s fingers buried in my pussy. My hips twitch again, as if begging the man to fuck my hole.

He smiles up at me. “Such a needy pussy, too. It needs to be filled, doesn’t it, sweetheart? It needs to be rubbed and penetrated and fucked by men strong enough to force your legs wide to do it.”

I moan for the stranger with his fingers in my pussy. It feels like my pussy is swollen and dripping.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck that pussy for you,” he whispers more intimately. He slowly slides his fingers out until only his fingertips penetrate my entrance. Then he thrusts his hand upward, impaling my pussy with his fingers as deep as they’ll go.

I cry out and, thankfully, the sound is muted by my boyfriend’s hand.

The first stranger doesn’t stop. He immediately pulls his fingers out until his fingertips spread my entrance, and then he thrusts up inside me again. And again. And again. He moves his hand faster, withdrawing and punching upward over and over, like a machine, like a fucking machine.

I squeal again. I can feel my orgasm building already and I cannot believe I’m gonna cum in a public bathroom, stripped naked and pinned against a wall by four men just so they can force me to orgasm.

The stocky guy squeezes one breast and the chubby guy pinches the other nipple. I whimper.

The hand between my legs is moving so fast that I can hear the wet sounds of my soaked pussy as he finger fucks me.

My boyfriend looks down at the first stranger. “Harder.”

He complies, thrusting his fingers harder in and out of my slick hole. My hips twitch again.

“She’s tighter. She must be close.” The first stranger lifts his other hand, places his thumb between my pussy lips, and rubs my clit.

It feels so good. All my sense are alight with pleasure and I’m so aroused that I cannot think.

My boyfriend leans in to whisper in my ear. “I know this is what you want. I know you need to be dominated. I know you need to be objectified and used and that you want men to pull your clothes off, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy. I know you’re going to cum so these men can watch your tight pussy clench.”

I cum hard. My body convulses and my pussy walls clamp down on the fingers fucking it. I close my eyes and cry out as the rush of pleasure overwhelms me.

“She’s cumming!”

“Good girl! Squeeze his fingers!”

“Lemme feel her cum!”

The fingers inside me pull out. Another set of thicker fingers push inside me, deeper, stretching my walls open further.

My jaw drops open, I open my eyes, and my hips jerk forward twice. It’s the chubby guy. He’s leaning over with his fingers pushed inside my pussy. I cry out as my pussy clamps down on him.

I whimper as my orgasm ebbs, but the men don’t release me yet.

My boyfriend frees my mouth. “Thank the nice men for playing with you.”

I’m trying to catch my breath. “Thank you, Sirs, for–”

The chubby guy chooses that moment to slip his fingers out of my pussy.

“Oh!” I whimper.

They all laugh.

I try again. “Thank you, Sirs, for removing my clothes in public, spreading my legs open to expose my pussy, inserting your fingers into my pussy, and forcing me to cum for your entertainment.”

They gently release me.

The first stranger stands. “You’re absolutely welcome. Who could deny such a good girl?”

The chubby guy and the stocky guy nod in agreement.

“There’s nothing more satisfying than giving a needy girl what she needs,” replies the stocky guy.

The chubby guy grins. “Any time you need your pussy used, you ask your daddy to give us a call, sweetheart.”

Hope you all enjoyed my story. I love nothing more than to be dominated and objectified by strange men I dont even know so I figured I would write a more detailed story for all of you 🙂

NSFW: yes