It's such an awful thing to say...but it's the truth.
"Please," I beg.
"Touching yourself, ain't you? Naughty slut. And you said you were being good. Knock that off. Take that hand and shove your fingers in your mouth. Don't you dare stop until you choke on 'em."
Oh, fuck. I don't know how Sir does it. Dominating me long-distance. Making me obey him through only the power of his words. I'm helpless to resist.
I part my lips and slip two fingers inside. Slowly, I work them in. Deeper and deeper. I don't stop until my throat constricts around the invasion of my fingers.
Wetness gathers in the corners of my eyes. I gag. I don't bother trying to stop the pathetic noises I make. There's nobody else but Sir to hear me as I debase myself. Kneeling in the restroom and sucking my fingers.
Sir encourages me. "Keep going, slut. And don't be a pussy about it. You better be using three fingers."
I withdraw my fingers, panting, and add a third one. In they go. I open my mouth wide and suckle all three digits. Drool pools down my chin...and that's when somebody walks into the restroom.
Fuck.
I'm still on my knees, with three fingers shoved so far down my throat I'm practically tickling my tonsils. I face the locked stall door, trying to stay quiet as Sir continues to dirty talk. Thankfully he's not on speaker. My phone is glued to my ear as I watch a pair of white squeaky-clean sneakers stop in front of a urinal.
"Hm, I should get you a plug. Make you wear it around campus," Sir chuckles. I stay quiet, focusing on my breathing as I wait for this guy to do his business and leave. He must be one of the jocks.
"Why'd you go quiet, slut? Somebody else there?"
I let out a discreet cough to confirm Sir's suspicions. He just laughs while I stay kneeling and biting down gently on my fingers, listening to the other student relieve himself. I haven't been caught, but I'm soaked in shame. He washes his hands and leaves the restroom.
"Sorry," I tell Sir over the sound of the hand dryer as I pop my fingers from my mouth.
"Not you ain't. Don't lie to me, slut. I know what you're like. What you crave. What you need. You'd have been happy to have him bust into that stall and take what he wants."
I let out a meek little sound as he spins the dirty fantasy.
"Don't get too excited, you cock whore. You're at school, not the club. Not everybody there wants to free use your slut holes. Though I know you'd love that."
Yes, I would.
"Shove your jeans and underwear down. I didn't have you get your fingers wet for no reason. You're gonna shove 'em into your hole and give yourself a quick fuck."
Damn it. I need it so badly, and I'm so desperate to have something inside me. My fingers won't be enough, but they're better than nothing. With my thighs quaking, I reveal myself.There's no audience here in the empty restroom, but I'm still in public, so I feel like I'm putting my body on display.
My untouched dick bobs in the air, a pearly bead of wetness slipping past the slit. I ignore it as I reach behind me and tease my hole with my spit-covered fingers. Spit doesn't make for great lube, but with my heightened state of arousal and Sir egging me on, I manage to ease my index finger inside.
"Ah," I pant, screwing my eyes shut as I shallowly fuck myself with one finger.
"Dirty boy," Sir purrs, obviously pleased with my obedience and slutty behavior. "I was gonna let you have a few days off, but I can hear how needy you are. Need a proper gang fucking, don't you?"
I nod my head helplessly. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."
"You need it all the time. Need it anytime and anywhere. From anyone who wants you."
I'm utterly shameless and entirely hopeless. I moan as I fuck myself, aching to have a real cock inside of me. I picture the guy coming back to the restroom to relieve himself in another way. I imagine him finding me like this and realizing who I am and what I do. That'd he know it's okay to bend me over and use me as he wants. I bite the inside of my cheek as I daydream about him pushing my face against the tile while he pounds me into submission.
Though more than anything I wish Sir was there to do it to me.
That he was there to watch and direct as I'm used and debased by other men. Freely used. Openly shared. I need it. I can't live without it anymore.
"Desperate slut. Get your ass back to your dorm room. Make sure not to let anyone fuck you over on your way there, all right?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
