Annie Babysits the Kids Ch. 03b

Literotic asexstories – Annie Babysits the Kids Ch. 03b by DocCIS,DocCIS
Part B – Annie goes to the bathroom…

Annie followed William through the mall as her mind played through the day’s events. Initially she was planning to tell Brian it was over, the next thing she knew she’s driving naked in the car, both boys—she couldn’t think of them as guys—leering at her body. Recalling her helplessness and how vulnerable she felt being completely at their mercy sent a thrill deep inside of her as she remembered the truckers driving by gawking at her. At the time her mind was too preoccupied to absorb what was occurring, but looking back she felt her pulse quicken realizing she was getting turned on.

Annie had always enjoyed teasing men, showing off her body; however, things had never gotten this out of hand. She thought about her current state of affairs—dressed in a slutty leather outfit barely covering enough of her to be legal, in high-heeled shoes, walking in tow of a young guy in a public area, her body on display for every person they passed—she tried but could not understand the tangled circumstances leading to this moment.

The combination of embarrassment mixed with the knowledge of every man she passed openly admiring her body excited her more than anything she had ever experienced. She actually was grateful for the tight leather bustier, as she felt her nipples hardening under the rough fabric, glad nobody could see her arousal. An accompanying familiar stir also was developing between her legs as she walked, the occasional breeze wafting up her skirt giving her erotic chills. She was not sure what was happening to her, her mind mortified at her predicament while her body became increasingly aroused.

Her strange reverie was broken as William guided her into another store. A shoe store she realized, feeling relief compared to her predicament in the lingerie store. Annie loved shopping for shoes and now was in her element. Looking around she was more at ease, familiar in these surroundings. Nothing could go wrong here she thought to herself.

William guided her towards the back of the store to some seats aligned behind a tall rack of shoes, away from the main thoroughfare of the mall. She was thankful for the brief respite of men leering at her, yet another part deep within her was almost disappointed.

Pointing to the seats William told her to make herself comfortable and he’d be back with salesperson shortly.

Annie was grateful to sit. The high heeled shoes were beginning to hurt her feet and although comfortable, they were too new to be walking around in for so long.

Sitting down she was conscious of the chair’s rough fabric against her bare rear as she looked around trying to take her mind off of the day’s events and what she was, or in this case was not, wearing. The store was one she had been in before and had a wide range of shoe styles—high heels, boots, recreational and formal, tennis shoes—anything for every occasion.

Glancing across the aisle was a mirror and again she couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. Her cleavage gave the appearance of her chest being larger than usual pressed and pushed up by the leather bustier, the inner curves of her breasts readily visible from the wide separation of laces up the front. Her tanned legs looked incredible she thought to herself, again admiring how the high heeled shoes accented them. And her skirt—

Suddenly her heart skipped. In shock she stared across at the reflection in the mirror, her well-trimmed pussy clearly visible, literally staring at her from across the room! She quickly pulled her thighs together, the skirt being too short and tight to try to do much else. Glancing around and not seeing anybody, she was again glad to be out of sight of the main stream of the mall.

Her attention was pulled away from the mirror hearing voices moving towards her…

“No fucking way Billy, you are always so full of shit” she heard an unfamiliar male voice.

“You’ll see Tim, and boy will you see!” she heard William chuckle, knowing the discussion was about her and wondering what was going to happen next.

The voices were getting closer, “Yeah whatever, you were always full…holy fucking shit!”

She looked up into the face of a tall, scraggly looking guy as he turned the corner and caught sight of her, William smiling next to him.

“Uh…hi…uh…Anne” the guy said, at a loss for words and obviously knowing who she was as he stared at her all-too-visible body.

The guy looked vaguely familiar, but Annie couldn’t place him or his voice, so tried to act nonchalant. “Hello” she muttered back looking at William questionably.

William smiled as he sat next to her. “Tim, you’re going to make the lady uncomfortable with your mouth hanging open like that,” he chuckled.

She turned back to the skinny guy, was still staring at her—or more to the point her chest and legs—in obvious shock. She tried to place him; he seemed somehow familiar and she began to feel more vulnerable as her fears of somebody recognizing her manifested. Still unable to recognize him, he obviously knew her.

He stuttered to William replying, “Wha…er, what do you need?” he said, his gaze finally leave her to look at William, then back at her.

William laughed as he pulled a piece of paper from his pockets, handing it to the sales guy. “This is a list of what we need, but first we need to make sure we get the right size of my little pet’s feet here” he laughed.

Annie quickly looked at him, “I’m a 7” remembering her reflection in the mirror and wanting to get away from somebody who obviously knew her form the past.

William smiled, “No Annie, we have to let the gentleman do his job.” Looking up at the shoe salesman, still staring at her, she heard him continue, “Don’t we Tim?”

Annie looked up finally knowing who he was; Tim Nelson she recalled, from her high school about two years younger than her. In school he was yet another face in the crowd of geeks she never hung around with and ignored, being around Bob and the other “jocks” most of the time. He obviously knew William, not surprising she thought as they both were part of the geeky crowd in school.

“Oh, of course” the guy said reaching around and grabbing a shoe sizing tool, his eyes never leaving Annie’s body. Still staring he knelt in front of her, obviously as uncomfortable as she was.

“Go on, she doesn’t bite” William laughed, “unless you want her to! I’m sure Annie will be VERY cooperative” he chuckled. “Won’t you my dear?”

Annie glanced over at him and knew any argument would be futile, muttering a quiet, “yes.”

Her head flew back as William’s hand gripped her long hair, “Yes what bitch?”

Glancing at Tim Nelson, her body flushing with shame, she looked at William feeling her heart sinking into her stomach as she gave in, “Yes Master.”

“Holy shit” she heard Tim Nelson mutter under his breath as she tried to avoid his gaze.

“Now Annie please let Tim do his job” William smiled, releasing her hair.

Knowing further defiance would be futile, she stretched her left foot out as Tim knelt in front of her. She focused her attention at the wall away from both guys, her body blushing in shame as she felt the salesman’s hands on her calf. Glancing down he was gingerly holding her calf as his other hand unclasped the studded straps of her shoe around her ankle and slipping it off.

Her thighs were still together as she prayed for him to hurry up. From his position he would be able to see more of her than ever imagined, and again she looked everywhere but at either of the two guys.

Her attention was brought back immediately as she felt William’s hands on her knees: “Now Annie, the man cannot do his job if you are so tense” he laughed, slowly prying her legs apart.

Annie’s heart froze in horror seeing Tim Nelson’s face staring in both delight and awe at her obviously bare pussy. Another wave of degradation coursed through her as he openly admired the unobstructed view between her legs. She could imagine his thoughts as he kneeled in front of her holding her raised calf, her long legs leading to a sight imagined in only his wildest of dreams.

William continued, “That’s a good girl. Now Tim, if you don’t mind, let’s make sure you have a good measurement of BOTH her feet” he chuckled.

Annie sat dejectedly as the man in obvious delight measured one foot, then the other, taking his time, his gaze never straying from the sight between her legs the entire time. Moving to her other foot he became bolder as William encouraged him, his hands sliding up and down her calf and rubbing her feet more than was necessary for measuring her foot.

“Well, she’s a 7,” he chucked with William after a too long period of a time. “I need to go in the back and see if we have all of these on your list” he said. “You’re pretty descriptive so I think I can help you out!”

As he stood Annie could not help but notice the bulge in his pants and instantly felt a flash of heat forming between her legs as she became aroused again, aware of how desirable men found her. Yet again her pulse and breathing quickened as she realized her effect on men, unable to believe she could be turned on as humiliated as she felt.

“I’ll help you out in case there are any questions,” William said getting up and walking down the aisle with the salesman. “We’ll be right back, my dear” he said glancing down at Annie’s legs, smiling seeing them still spread open, following Tim to the back.

As they walked away Annie couldn’t help but hear them.

“How the fuck did you get Anne Marie Johnson to do this?” she heard Tim say loudly, the mixture of embarrassment and arousal at odds within her. “Jesus, she’s everything I ever imagined. I’ve never been this close to her…and Jesus, no panties!”

She couldn’t hear William’s response or more of the conversation as they entered the back storeroom, wondering what William was telling him. Somebody recognizing her was bad enough, but being another geeky guy from high school who had lusted after her was even worse.

She lost track of time in her own thoughts until she heard the squeaky wheels of a cart getting louder. William and Tim came around the corner pushing a cart loaded with shoe boxes and she looked up at William who only smiled.

Tim explained some of the shoes might fit differently and she needed to try them all on. She knew it was an excuse for him to gawk at her body more; she had always fit comfortably in size 7 shoes and there was no reason to try them on. With little recourse she shrugged as he pulled a stool in front of her, sitting between her legs and again pulling her calf forward. She was still barefoot and the stool had a slant for resting her feet so she was shocked when he rested her foot against his crotch, the hard outline of his cock apparent under her foot.

Looking at both guys’ smiles, she knew they were going to make this as humiliating as possible. Resigned as there was nothing she could do, she sat there with her legs parted as Tim began to put shoe after shoe on her.

Several times they made her get up and walk around, more to stare at her than to see if the shoes fit she knew, but did as they asked.

The shoes were all shapes and styles—low pumps, high heels, ankle boots…all different colors—some with straps, some buckled, some with studs, some obviously slutty, others more seductive. The only thing in common was they all accented her legs noticeably.

She preoccupied her mind by thinking of the outfits they had bought, trying to determine what shoes to wear with them; however, her concentration was continuously interrupted. Tim became steadily bolder as he fit the shoes on her, his hands sliding over her calves, caressing the inner skin of her knee, stroking the inner sides of her thighs; still aroused from earlier, his hands caressing her legs only added to the sensation.

At one point he slid on some spiked heels with long bands winding up her legs to mid-thigh, his hands caressing her slowly from her toes to thighs as he wrapped the straps around her legs and tied them above her knees. The constant touch of his hands on her caused her to become even wetter, and she knew at his viewpoint, it was more than apparent.

She caught herself several times pressing her foot against his erection as it rested it in his crotch, unable to control herself. Her body was flushed, her breathing shallow as he continued to feel her legs and feet with each pair of shoes.

Eventually he pulled out a pair of long black leather boots. They had spiked heels and as he put them on her feet and started to wrap them up her leg she realized they went all the way to the top of her thighs, zipping in the middle. Tim worked his way slowly up her legs and she couldn’t help but feel more aroused the sensation of leather slowly tightening around her legs turning her on further. Her mind drifted as he zipped the boot up her thigh and she spread her legs further to give him more room, knowing full well she was giving him a clear view between her legs and no longer caring.

The leather tightened around her thighs as he zipped it higher, his hands wrapped around her upper thigh. Although part of her expected it, it was still a shock as his finger suddenly stroked her damp slit. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, her hips clenching towards him, wanting to feel him deeper, mentally willing him to enter her when she realized what she was doing and opened her eyes. Staring straight into Tim Nelson’s eyes she watched fascinated as he moved his hand way from her, smiling as he brought his index finger to his lips—glistening from her wetness—licking it clean.

A mixture of shame and arousal coursed through her, unable to rationalize what was happening to her…yet unable to deny how she felt.

The boot on her other leg was a repeat of the same process. Even prepared for what would happen, the feeling of his finger rubbing along her slit still caused her to gasp ignoring his and William’s chuckles.

Ashamed and unable to control herself, she sat there, her body wanting something to happen.

Abruptly she was brought back to reality as Tim and William stood up, putting the shoes back into the boxes. “I think everything will be fine” she heard Tim say to William.

William told her they’d meet her at the cash register and walked away, the cart of shoe boxes squeaking with them.

Annie sat catching her breath. What was happening to her? Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts trying to comprehend her feelings. There was no denying she wanted Tim to touch her; there was no coercion, no forcing her to do something she didn’t want…she welcomed the touch of his finger against her.

Hearing William calling to her from the front of the store brought her out of her thoughts. She tried to compose herself by taking some deep breaths as she slipped on the studded heels, making her way to the front of the store.

Her thoughts still flooded with emotions she abstractedly pulled out her credit card to hand to Tim when he said “don’t worry; I think William and I have this covered.”

Annie looked questioningly at William. There was at least $500 worth of shoes in various bags, possibly more. She did not have the money, but knew an eighteen-year-old wouldn’t either. She then caught her thoughts in horror not believing she was willing to pay without a thought! Her credit card bill would have been off the wall with the purchases, and here she was at odds with why she was NOT paying. Her mind was too flustered to even try to rationalize what was going on.

“Come on my dear, Brian is probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” William said as he grabbed the huge bags of shoe boxes. “See you later Tim” he laughed as he exited the store.

Annie again became aware of Brian’s absence, remembering William telling her he would meet them at the Food Court as she realized how thirsty she had become…probably from all the heavy breathing earlier she thought morbidly.

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Arriving at the Food Court there was no sign of Brian. William told her to find a seat and he would get something to eat and drink, asking her what she wanted. Telling him she would love a slice of pizza and a Squirt, he laughed and told her he’d be happy to give her a squirt later as he went off to get the food.

Annie looked around trying to find an out-of-the-way table but luck was not with her. The only table available happened to be in the center of the Food Court. Knowing Fate was against her, she made her way to the table, trying to ignore the leering men and frowning women she passed.

She was again thankful to sit after all the walking and standing throughout the day. Her feet and ankles still feeling the strain of being in high heels all day and the brief time they were off at the shoe store did little to ease them.

Sitting down she abruptly let out a squeal, causing everyone around to look at her. She grimaced as she sat down again, the cold metal seat shocking her bare ass, trying not to make a scene. She had forgotten she was not wearing underwear, unprepared for the cold chill of the metal meshed seat on her bare ass. Several men continued to stare and she tried to ignore them, conscious of how slutty she looked.

William soon returned and handed her a large soft drink which she gratefully accepted and started drinking. The day’s events—walking around so much, the biker and then Tim Nelson feeling her up, her heavy breathing, trying on clothes and shoes all day, as well as the roller coaster ride of emotions—all had made her extremely thirsty.

The drink had a slight aftertaste catching her off-guard, but she was so thirsty she drank half of the large cup without a second thought.

William watched her drink for a few minutes and giggled as he walked away, telling her to enjoy her drink and he’d be back with food.

Annie continued to drink the soda quickly, vaguely wondering at the slightly bitter aftertaste, but so thirsty she didn’t care.

Looking around she became more and engrossed by all the men staring at her, noticing some who had moved closer as seats opened up near her to get a better view. Sitting there and looking at them, she started to feel strange. A distant part of her conscious wondered what was going on; however, most of her mind barely comprehended as her body began to get warmer and warmer, her skin getting a tingling sensation. Looking around at some of the men openly looking at her it was as if their eyes were physically caressing her skin.

Her mouth was getting dry so she drank more of the soda, the aftertaste doing nothing to quench her thirst or cool her body down. Changing position slightly Annie gasped again as the metal touched her ass, only this time her gasp was not because of the cold, but due to a palpable shock in her pussy as it throbbed with an unusual sensation of excitement.

Her head felt funny–almost as if she were drunk she reflected, so she leaned on the table. Again a small moan escaped her lips as her breasts touched the cold edge of the table, sending shivers through her body radiating straight to her groin.

Not understanding what was going on, Annie knew she was becoming unusually aroused. Her body felt like she was experiencing sensations for the first time, all of them pleasurable. She was extremely conscientious of her breasts squeezed within the bustier, the leather pressing firmly against her hard nipples; the metal chair against her bare ass; the breeze of people walking by riding up her skirt; all these sensations caused electrical shocks, sending waves of pleasure centering on her clit.

Her breath started coming in short gasps causing her nipples to rub against the tight leather, sending even more sensations to her pussy. Closing her eyes, her mind drifted to the past few days—the images of Brian’s and William’s cocks appearing behind her eyes. The memory of her pussy being stretched by them as they used her, the taste of their cum, the feel of the biker’s hands on her body, Tim Nelson gently stroking his finger across her slit—all these thoughts gave her tingles and she felt as if she were having a continuous stream of small orgasms.

“Well, if it isn’t Anne Marie Johnson!” a familiar voice said, breaking her reverie.

Her body jumped slightly as she looked up in horror at the familiar voice. Standing next to her was Rick Peterson, one of Bob’s friends and co-workers. Not really a friend Annie caught herself thinking, but Bob and Rick had played football together all through high school and now worked together at the same auto shop.

Occasionally they went out nights for beers or their monthly poker night, but Annie always came up with some excuse or another not to join them. She had never liked Rick–he was always trying to get her to go out with him, knowing full well she was dating Bob; and at parties he would find ways to brush against her or grope her when Bob wasn’t looking.

Although other guys had done the same, Rick was more persistent, to the point of her being frightened to be near him. Annie had once confided her feelings to Bob but he had laughed saying it was just Rick’s way, always the ladies man.

In her unusual state of arousal, Annie’s mind flashed back to one pool party where her and Bob had drank too much to drive home. Bob was to the point of almost passing out and Rick offered to take them home. She protested but it was a futile effort as Bob readily accepted. Putting Bob in the back seat where he immediately passed out, she had gotten in the front as Rick started the car.

Bob’s house was in a cul-de-sac and Rick drove to the end of the dark street stopping the car. With Bob passed out right in the backseat of the car Rick had been all over her. With a leer he reached over ripping off her bikini top, feeling her tits as he pulled her to him, kissing her.

He wouldn’t let up regardless of her protests. Her pretense of Bob being in the seat more to convince herself than Rick as she shamefully realized how turned on she was, blaming it on drinking so much. In an odd drunk rationalization she finally agreed to give Rick a hand-job—payment he had said, for taking Bob and her home.

Since then, she avoided Rick at all costs; difficult since he and Bob were so close. Though she always thought about the night in horror, thinking about it now was getting her unusually wet between her legs.

Her mind drifted as she thought of Rick’s cock in her hand, staring openly at his crotch as he stood before her.

Forcing herself out of her own dreaminess she looked around. Surrounding Rick were five other guys, all of them acquaintances of Bob from high school football and working with him at the auto shop. Also she thought with a flush of excitement, all who had tried at various times and ways to hit on her or get her to go out with them.

“Uh, hi Rick,” she mumbled, acutely aware of what and how little she was wearing.

Still feeling groggy, instead of being embarrassed Annie became conscious of the growing wetness between her legs, her skin continuing to tingle. As her body became more excited she unconsciously sat up straighter in the chair, taking a deep breath expanding her chest even more.

“I see Bobbie boy has finally gotten you to dress up and flaunt that sexy body of yours!” Rick said appreciatively. “I’ll have to compliment him on his taste, where is he?” he asked looking around.

“No! Uh…I mean,” Annie realized through the fog of unusual passion enveloping her she had to think fast or Rick would talk to Bob and her whole world would be shattered. “He’s not here. I’m with some friends. I…uh…bought this for him, but had to wear it to get used to it,” she said quickly.

Rick looked at her quizzically. “So Bob’s not here?” He suddenly smiled “Well, guess you wouldn’t mind us joining you then” and sat down before she could protest.

Annie watched with growing concern as the other guys swarmed around her, pulling chairs close to sit near her. She was consciously aware of them all looking at her appreciatively, he skin again feeling as if their eyes were physically caressing her, increasingly aroused.

Again trying to explain she was with friends vainly to get them to leave, Rick replied, “Well, if they are half as good looking as you, we won’t mind; besides, the more the merrier, eh boys?”

He moved closer to Annie, leering at her chest as he spoke. Again she felt a tingle through her body as Rick and the others openly looked at her. Her thoughts imagining the feeling of their hands on her body, their skin on hers as the wetness between her legs became persistently more needful.

“So,” he leered, breaking her reverie, “where is Bob today?”

Though excited, the fear of being caught was foremost in her mind. “Well, you know Bob,” she said, trying to come up with a satisfying answer and getting none. “Guess work has been a bit busy, eh Rick? I believe he went in today to catch up on some stuff.” She glanced up into Rick’s eyes and he smiled.

“So, you aren’t going to see Bob all day?” he asked.

“No, not really.” The words escaped her mouth before she even knew what she was saying. She looked at Rick wide-eyed as he smiled and slid closer to her.

“Well, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be alone dressed like that…somebody might get the wrong impression,” he glared at her.

Annie sat trying to think of some way out of this when she felt a hand on her thigh, waves of passion shooting through her body. Uncontrollably she tilted her head back, closing her eyes and let out a small moan–the feeling of Rick’s hand like fire on her skin.

Too late her mind realized in horror what she had done. Looking quickly at Rick, he smiled as his hand rested at the hemline of her skirt.

“So where are your friends?” he asked.

The feeling of Rick’s hand on her thigh was like a brand burning her skin with desire. Trying to figure a way out she turned towards him to look around the Food Court, causing Rick’s hand to slide higher under her skirt. Almost closing her eyes at the sensation, she saw Brian and William sitting a few tables away watching and smiling. They waved at her as the six guys surrounded her, cursing them silently knowing they would be no help.

“Well?” Rick’s voice broke through another reverie and Annie realized she was once again daydreaming about sex, not understanding what was happening to her.

“What?” she absently asked Rick, his hand slowly stroking her thigh, each movement sending shivers through her quivering body.

“I said where are your friends?” Rick asked. “Or are you just making them up?”

“Well, yes, I’m making it… er, I mean…” Annie looked in confusion at Rick, trying to understand what was going on as her brain felt surrounded by fog. She didn’t understand why her body felt this way and why she couldn’t seem to formulate a rational thought. The feeling of Rick’s hand and the surrounding leers of the men were giving her tremendous excitement blotting out any other thoughts or rationality.

“So you are here alone, dressed like a slut, without Bob knowing?” a voice whispered in her ear seductively. She glanced at Tom Kender, feeling his hot breath on her ear wondering what his mouth would feel like on her body as his finger caressed her upper arm…

“Yes, uh, I mean, not alone, uh…” Annie mumbled, more aware of Rick’s hand on her thigh than what anybody was saying.

“Well, we’ll just have to tell Bob about this!” Rick’s voice broke through the fog surrounding her mind and Annie looked up at him in horror.

“No! Please Rick, don’t tell Bob, he doesn’t know…if he found out, he’d never understand… I mean” Annie realized she was saying more than she should, yet could not formulate any coherent thoughts beyond the sexual sensations of her body.

“You mean what? He doesn’t know his little preppie girlfriend–so stuck-up she ignores anybody but herself–dressed up like a slut in the mall when he’s away?” Rick grinned wickedly at her as his hand slowly moved under Annie’s skirt, sliding up her hip. Annie’s mind burned with lust at the touch of his hand on her skin, seeing the smile on Rick’s face as he realized she was not wearing underwear…

Rick’s hand and voice were mesmerizing to Annie and she couldn’t help herself from replying, “Yes, I mean, no…oh, GOD!” Annie couldn’t help the last statement as Rick’s hand moved between her legs sending a river of fire through her pussy. “No, please Rick, don’t…” Annie’s pleas were in vain as she instinctively parted her legs, her hips sliding closer to Rick’s hand as it slowly rubbed the wet lips of her pussy.

“Well look at this boys,” Rick’s voice floated like fog through Annie’s mind, “little Anne Marie Johnson is hotter than a whore on prom night.”

The other guys chuckled, but all Annie could focus on were the sensations coursing through her body, her vagina soaking with excitement.

“Please Rick,” Annie groaned, her mind trying to rebel as her hips continued to move closer to his probing fingers.

“Please what?” he asked. “Please keep feeling you up? Please stop? The girl who has at one time or another teased every guy here and more, turning her nose up at them? Please ignore the most beautiful woman in town dressed as a fucking whore hot as a firecracker?”

Annie moaned as Rick’s other hand slid up her other thigh pulling her closer to him as he looked into her face smiling. Somewhere deep inside Annie knew she should get away, to run, but was helpless as the feelings of eroticism flowed through her veins.

“What do you think Bob will say when we tell him about this?” he asked, his finger sliding into her.

Annie grunted as her body eagerly responded trying to break through the haze of sensuality to answer the question, “No, please Rick, don’t tell Bob!”

“Why not? What difference does it make to us?” he asked.

“Please Rick, I’m begging you!” she pleaded.

“Well, it’s going to cost you to keep our mouths shut.” He looked deep into her eyes “do you understand?” as his finger slowly moved in and out of her, his other hand firmly holding her hip.

Annie looked at him her mind clouded with excitement. Her mind tried to deny what her body was feeling, no caring what he had in mind, unable to deny him as her body longed for any release. “Yes.” she gasped.

“Good,” Rick smiled at the other guys, all leering at Annie’s quivering body. “You know, since we are going to have to keep our mouths shut, it’s only fair you open yours for us in return. Bob is always saying how great a cocksucker you are and even how much you enjoy it, so it’s time we found out how true it is!”

“Oh yes,” Annie muttered under her breath, not realizing she said anything until the laughter of the men around her broke her daydream. “Not here?” she asked.

“Well, not in the Food Court,” Rick and the other guys laughed. “But let’s go to the Men’s restroom.”

Rick pulled Annie to her feet, the fog in her mind causing her to stumble. Had not somebody reached from behind to hold her up she would have fallen, their hands cupping her breasts and sending another jolt of electrical current to her pussy, another groan escaping her lips.

They led her to the hallway where the restrooms were, Annie precariously balanced on her stiletto heels the whole way. In a dream she watched as Gregg Smith went in the bathroom briefly, returning saying the coast was clear as they led her inside.

They helped Annie into the large handicap stall, sitting her on the toilet. Looking up at Rick, Annie stared lustfully as he reached down and unzipped his pants pulling out his now hard cock. Annie gasped looking hungrily at it, remembering it from the pool party. It was a beautiful cock she thought, not too long, but wider than most and she wrapped her hand around it stroking it. Rick moved closer to her face as she gazed in fascination at how small her hand looked wrapped this super-thick dick. Without a thought Annie opened her mouth and engulfed him.

The feeling of Rick’s fat dick in her mouth was heavenly to her newly aware sensuality. Her hands reached around cupping his buttocks as she pulled him deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft.

Rick let out a moan saying “This little bitch knows how to suck cock!”

Annie knew he was right, she loved giving head. In high school she had actually practiced on bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, anything she could to perfect her technique. Her mind flashed to one time practicing on a can of soda to relax her jaw and was grateful for the experiment as Rick stretched her mouth open. She could only agree Bob told the truth–she loved giving head, and was good at giving it.

Moving faster and faster she felt hands grab the back of her head hooking on the dog collar around her neck as Rich thrust into her mouth. Knowing what to expect she opened her throat for the load of cum soon to follow. She wasn’t disappointed as Rick let out a groan, his dick spasming against her tongue, the warm liquid entering her mouth.

Annie milked it clean with her hands trying to take it all, though some escaped out the sides of her mouth to dribble down her chin.

Rick moved away leaving Annie’s sticky mouth gaping open ridiculously as she let out a pleading “No!”

Quickly he was replaced as another guy–Tom Kender—who moved up to her face, his cock already out of his pants as Annie engulfed it with vigor.

She had no time to think, her body was alive with sensuality as she felt his cock—smaller than Rick’s but still delicious—slide in and out of her mouth.

Annie didn’t just suck cock; she made love to it with her mouth. Tom moved her head back and forth, thrusting into her face, gripping her collar as Rick had done. She soon felt the familiar feel of his cock becoming rock hard and his buttocks tightening as she prepared to drink his load when unexpectedly he pulled out of her mouth spurting all over her face. She opened her mouth longingly, trying to catch each spurt hitting her face, hair, and chest.

Not missing a beat another cock was again before her. In her sexual haze Annie was aware of only two things, the cock before her and the desire to feel it coming in her throat. She worked on this new cock lovingly, slowly sliding her tongue up and down, engulfing it into her mouth and deep-throating it, the head hitting the back of her throat. Annie’s tongue danced underneath along the vein, milking it in her own special technique which never failed to get Bob off. She wasn’t disappointed as her mouth soon filled with an unbelievable amount of cum. Trying unsuccessfully to swallow it, spurts shot out of her mouth, dribbling onto her chin, chest, and long, bare legs.

The cock slid out of her mouth and Annie cooed longingly until another one appeared before her. This one black as night and she looked up into the eyes of Jerome Wilson, one of the few blacks in her town. She had never sucked a black dick before, but a cock was a cock and Annie’s hunger was insatiable as she grabbed it in both hands and began sucking it.

Though she was disappointed by its size—she had always heard black men had large cocks—she couldn’t believe his stamina. She felt like she was working on his cock for hours—her jaw cramping as she relaxed it, letting her lips do the work—a technique she had again learned through the years.

Through her lust she heard Jerome yell out “Jesus, man, this white bitch is the best cocksucker I’ve ever had! Watch this boys I’ll show you how a real man shows his gratitude!”

The other guys laughed as Annie’s mind vaguely realized they were hanging over the stall watching when Jerome pulled out of her mouth. She moaned and watched hypnotically as his hand stroked his dick faster and faster before her face. He shouted “Thar she blows” as a river of cum shot out of his cock.

Annie couldn’t believe the amount. It looked like he was pissing cum as it sprayed across her head, face, shoulders, and breasts. Stroke after stroke ejected from his dick and Annie, longing to taste it, pulled him closer and engulfed his dick, feeling even more cum shoot like lava down her throat, the taste deliciously salty.

As Jerome pulled away, she stared longingly at his cock, a long string of cum and saliva extending from her face to his cock as he backed away to the amusement of all the men around her.

She was drenched with drippy, dangly webs of sperm—her face, cheeks, eyelashes, hair. She could feel it sliding between her breasts, dripping down her legs like a warm shower. Annie cleaned some off with her fingers, her tongue lapping it up and heard someone chuckle.

Soon there was another dick in front of her and she engulfed it with as much fervor as the first. After only a few seconds she felt several spurts in her mouth– like a water gun compared to the showering she had just received–as Gregg Smith came in her mouth and backed away.

Again another cock was before her and she slowly stroked it with her hands before devouring it. As she did so she heard the voice attached to the cock mutter “Oh God” as it started spurting into her face. She quickly closed her eyes; the salty fluid burning them as her hands quickly wiped the mess hearing someone cry “Bull’s eye!”

Wiping her filmy eyes she overhead somebody yell “Jesus Jerome, look at THAT! Now that is what I call a horse dick!”

Annie’s watering eyes cleared and saw through strings of sperm dripping from her eyelashes the sight of a huge cock hanging before her. Annie looked up to see William smiling at her as he moved his dick in front of her. She grabbed it again amazed both her hands barely fit around it, and started sucking it.

“Jesus, where the hell is she putting it?” she heard as she slowly took inch by inch of William’s huge cock into her throat, until her nose touched his waist. Annie had practiced deep throating and although had never had a chance to use it on Bob, was well prepared. Relaxing her jaw and throat, she slid her lips up to his balls, resting her wet nose on his hairless belly, feeling it pulse in her throat. The bulbous head felt like it was in the middle of her chest–she could feel the erotic, tingling sensation she had felt earlier move down into her gullet as William groaned and started fucking Annie’s face, the cock moving back and forth down her relaxed throat.

Feeling the familiar stiffening, Annie felt a hot torrent flow down her throat as William came deep within her.

As William slowly eased his dick out of her mouth, Annie coughed—a gurgled, spermy bubble spilling out of her mouth followed by a mass of cum washing down her chin. It took a moment for her jaw to relax but was soon ready as she looked at the next dick in front of her. Expecting to see Brian instead she gazed up and saw a stranger in a Security uniform. The guard smiled at her as Annie reached for his cock to start sucking it, but he pulled away saying “No, I want to taste YOU!” leaving her mouth comically opening for his dick.

Getting on his knees and moving between Annie’s legs she instinctively spread them wide, feeling his hot breath on her pussy lips, sending the shiver of a small orgasm coursing through her body. She threw her head back, yelling out as his tongue probed her vagina. She couldn’t believe the size of it, it felt like a cock was moving in and out of her, his tongue was so long and thick. And yet it felt different from a cock as muscle after muscle probed the walls of her vagina in ways she had never felt.

Abstractedly she felt her feet lifted as the guys leaning over the stall pulled her legs apart more. She tilted her head seeing a group of guys holding her by her shoes and leaning over to watch the guard work on her pussy.

Closing her eyes and leaning back, she started moving her hips faster and faster as the tongue worked magic on her. She listened as the men around her starting chanting: “Go, go, go, go” as the guard stretched Annie’s pussy one way and another driving her wild.

All of the pent up feelings of the day reached a peak as Annie’s mind suddenly burst into the biggest orgasm she ever felt in her life. Grasping the guard by the head, she pulled him into her as her body spasmed, shaking uncontrollably. Her feet pulled out of her shoes and wrapped around the guard’s head, pulling him deeper into her. She almost fell into the toilet as her body convulsed uncontrollably from the guard’s probing, her eyes rolling back into her head having the most intense orgasm ever.

Catching her breath, she watched as the guard stood up stroking his cock and shot a load of cum on her stomach legs, and exposed pussy.

Annie was literally lying across the toilet as her cum-splattered body convulsed in multiple orgasms, the smell of sex and cum a palpable presence in the bathroom.

Trying to catch her breath, Rick pulled her into a sitting position. Smiling as he wiped a large, shimmering glob of cum from her forehead he stuck it into her mouth. “Annie, you are definitely the best cocksucker around…I’ll be in touch.” he smiled.

In the fog of her mind she didn’t think about his statement, as her body slowly worked its way down from the sexual high it had been experiencing.

When she was finally aware of her surroundings she saw only Brian and William standing in the bathroom smiling and holding her shoes. “What the Hell did you do to me?” she gasped in a voice heavily garbled by the layer of cum in throat, exhausted from the sexual frenzy she had just participated in.

“We just gave you a little something to let you feel better,” Brian chuckled. “It was a present from our buddy at the leather shop–needless to say, we’ll have to stop by for more since you seemed to have enjoyed it so much.”

Annie glared at them as they helped her stand, stepping back into her shoes. She reached out to hold onto them for support as her knees were still wobbly from the massive orgasms she experienced.

The boys cleaned her up with damp paper towels the best they could–though there were blatant cum stains on her bustier and skirt as they dried. Her body and hair were sticky as well, knowing she was literally coated with cum.

They led her out of the bathroom and Annie abstractedly saw an “Out of Order” sign next to the door. William took it down laughing as they led her out into the Food Court

The smell of food caused an unbelievable hunger in Annie as the boys led her to a table where a whole, now cold, pepperoni pizza was sitting. Without thinking Annie grabbed a piece, shoving it into her mouth realizing she was ravenous. As she devoured the pizza the two boys smiled at her.

Brian handed her a soda and though she looked at it suspiciously until he told her it was fine and she gratefully drank it down.

As she recuperated, her mind tried to piece together the events of the past hour. She couldn’t believe how much she had enjoyed the free abandonment of her body as men used her. She loved giving head and had always had the fantasy of sucking off a group of men, but it was just that, a fantasy.

She could blame whatever the boys had given her initiating the event, but the enjoyment she felt was her own. As she thought about it more and more, she started to again feel excited and wondered if it was some residual of the drug…or maybe something else, her mind trying to reconcile what had happened as she steadily ate…