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A story I wrote a year ago, then lost, so writing it from memory. Also writing it on my phone so apologies for any spelling mistakes. Work of complete fiction, representations of real people is entirely coincidental.

Mary hurried down the steps of campus, plastic bag clutched in her hand. The cool autumn breeze tickled her bare ass and pussy, her short skirt flapping. She tried not to think about, think about who might be watching, what they might see, what they might think. It was early afternoon as she headed down the sidewalk, luckily not many people were around.

It had been 6 months since she had started dating Bruce. She couldn’t believe the things she had agreed to. Luckily she still had her bra on for trips like this, but reflecting on how he made her dress today….she was fed up. Every time they talked and she tried to argue it was like walking in a fog. She couldn’t seem to say no. Not this time! She was gonna finally….

A hand reached out and wrapped around her waist, a second over her mouth as she was yanked back into the alley way she had just passed. She was about to scream when she smelled the hand over her mouth. Burnt tabbaco. Oil. And that musky heavy scent that was just Him.

She felt a small burst of shame as her pussy immediately started getting wet just from the smell of him, even before she heard his voice.

“Hey bitch, you get it?” He turned her around, a full head taller than him. She hated being called a bitch, hating being degraded. But when he said it, with that smile and those eyes that looked just at her…

“Yeah right here” she heard herself say, lifting up the bag and handing it to him. Fuck, she was his bitch. And she felt proud of it too. Proud that she had accomplished her task, proud that she was good enough for him. She felt her legs tighten, need starting to rise from her pussy to her stomach.

And yet there was the shame, as Bruce opened the bag, revealing half a dozen panties. She couldn’t believe she had done it. Couldn’t believe she had gotten away with it. Desperately dashing from locker to locker to discover the six random pairs of underwear her boyfriend demanded before someone caught her.

Bruce took out a pair of panties sniffing them deeply “ahhh fuck yeah, good job baby!” She perked up at the praise, gratitude flooding through her, as well as a heavy dose of jealousy. She knew her body smelled better, was better, than any of those girls. Wasn’t it?

And there was the fear creeping in, the need that she had to keep doing more to keep Bruce happy, to keep him hers.

Bruce said something and she shook her head a little. She couldn’t have heard him right. Not here. Not now. “What did you say baby?” She asked timidly

“Get the fuck down and suck me” Bruce repeated himself , his voice growling a bit as he forced her to her knees. Mary felt the hard asphalt scraping her skin, but she barely noticed it. Here?! He wanted a blowjob here?! She had sucked him off in the car plenty of times now, even in a changing room, but those had had some sort of cover. This was wide out in the open, a bare 10 yards from the main street! Anyone could come and discover them!

Mary opened her mouth to complain, to tell him off to refuse! And Bruce opened up his pants. As he pulled out his long half hard dick Mary was hit by his familiar musky scent.

Maty couldn’t help herself. She loved the smell, the feel and especially the taste of Bruce. Every complaint vanished from her head as Bruce rough grabbed her skull, pulling her face against his growing member. She was in lustful heaven as she opened her mouth to receive him.

Mary felt a thrill hearing Bruce’s groan of satisfaction as she started to suck. Yes she might be his bitch but this was worth it. She would suck this man’s dick in front of the whole world if he wanted her to. Mary looked up, watching Bruce sniffing another panty. She sucked harder, trying to bring his attention back to her. If only he would fuck her oussy, she felt it was on fire!

Then suddenly Bruce pulled her off. She started to get up, ready to bend over for him to finish in her. But she stopped as Bruce lowered the panties to his cock, letting of a satisfied man as he came right on the thin fabric. Mary stared at him, realizing what he wanted even as he helped out the cum soaked underwear to her.

“Lick it” Bruce ordered

“Bruce no please…” Mary said softly. How could he think she would? It was disgusting!

Pain suddenly erupted on her face, and Mary raised a hand to the cheek Bruce had just slapped even as he grabbed her hair, forcing her face up to his own.

“I told you good girls don’t say that. I’m disappointed in you Mary” Bruce breathed. Mary felt her stomach knot, as if he had punched her in the gut instead of slapping her face. She heard her father echoing the same words, saying she wouldn’t amount to anything. The shame rose again, of course she wasn’t good enough, of course Bruce would want other woman’s panties when she couldn’t do one simple thing right.

Tears sprang from Mary’s eyes, silently sobbing as she meekly toom the panties from Bruce. She set to work, licking the delicious cum off as best she could. She tried to focus on his warm salty taste, ignoring the sweaty odour underneath of whatever girl had worn this.

“That’s my good bitch” Bruce purred as she finished, bending down and kissing Mary on the forehead. Her emotions were a fucking rollarcoaster, but she didnt care.Mary’s heart leaped at the praise.

She sprang to her feet and grabbed Bruce’s hand, tugging him towards the street, cum still staining her lips.

“Come on baby. Take me home and fuck your bitch!” Surprisingly, she barely stuttered over the word.

NSFW: yes

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