The Grocery Store Slut Phone Sex. As I was browsing the aisles of the grocery store, lost in thought about what to make for dinner, I heard a soft voice behind me. “Excuse me, ma’am,” it said. I turned around to see a young man, maybe in his early twenties, with bright blue eyes and a shy smile. He was holding a bottle of wine and looking at me with a mixture of admiration and fear.

“Yes?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I just wanted to say… I think you’re beautiful,” he stammered, looking down at his feet. “And I know this is going to sound weird, but I have this… thing. I like being used. I like being treated like a slut and having my holes filled. And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do that with than you.”

I was taken aback by his confession but also intrigued. I had never met anyone who was so openly submissive before, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of taking advantage of this stranger’s willingness to please.

“Well, well,” I said, stepping closer to him. “That’s quite an offer. But I have to warn you, I’m not exactly innocent myself. I like things a little rough, and I’m not afraid to take what I want.”

The young man’s eyes widened with excitement, and he nodded eagerly. “I can handle it, I promise,” he said. “Just tell me what to do.”

I smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the store and towards a nearby local bar. “First things first,” I said. “We need to get you out of these clothes and into something more… pretty!”

Once we were settled at a table in the back corner of the bar, I wasted no time in stripping the young man bare and dressing him up in a tiny pink skirt and a white little crop top. I tied his hands behind his back with the rope I had brought with me and then instructed him to bend over the table.

“Good girl,” I said, running my hands over his smooth, pale skin. “Now, let’s see what we have to work with here.”

I spread his cheeks apart and examined his tight little hole. It was already wet with excitement, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to slide a finger inside.

“Oh, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I cooed, fingering him deep. “But I think we need to loosen you up a bit more before I can really give you what you need.”

I reached for the bottle of lube I had brought with me and slicked up my fingers, then began to work them in and out of his ass. He moaned and writhed beneath me, begging for more.

“Please, Devon,” he gasped. “I need it. I need a cock inside me.”

I smiled stood up, and made him yell out what he just said to everyone in the bar.

“Beg for it,” I commanded. “Beg for their cocks like the slut you are.”

“Please, Devon,” he whimpered. “I need to be used. I want to be stuffed full of cock! Please!”

Men from around the bar gathered around him with their cocks out and hard waiting to fuck his tight ass. One man slid in front of me and shoved the whole length of his cock inside him, almost breaking the table. 

“Yes, take it,” I growled, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Take every inch of his cock, you little slut.”

He began to fuck him harder, slamming his hips against his ass with a loud slap. He moaned and cried out with each thrust, his body trembling and his face flush red. 

“Oh, fuck, Devon,” he gasped. “It’s so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Beg for his cum,” I demanded, my voice loud and rough. “Beg for it, slut.”

“Please, Devon,” he begged, his voice desperate. “Give it to me. Fill me up with your cum. Make me your dirty little creampie bitch!”

The man moaned as his cock thrusted cum deep inside him, it was too much you could see it running down his balls onto his thighs. 

“You’re mine now,” I whispered in his ear, my lips curled in a satisfied smile. “My little slut, to use and abuse as I please.”

He moaned and nodded, his body still trembling as more men waited in line to fuck him. “Yes, Devon,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”