Exhibitionist to Lesbian Fucktoy Part 2 [Huml] [Reluc] [Fdom]

I bite my cheek. Am I really doing this? I don’t see any other way out of this, and it is some extra cash. It’s just one minute. Reaching out with numb fingers, I pick up the dirty facemask from the floor. It’s slightly slick from laying in my cum, and a small dirt stain is on the right cheek.

Still, I don’t have anything else to cover my face. I slip it on, and I can smell myself on the thin fabric. My glasses start to fog immediately.

“Delete the video before we start,” I mutter.

Val rolls her eyes. “So untrustworthy,“ she says, “but I need some kind of insurance that you won’t flake out on your end of the deal.”

“I won’t…” I say. “I swear.” My voice cracks nervously as I speak, making me sound even more on edge than I am.

Val raises her eyebrow. “Interesting,” she says. “Fine.”

She shows me her screen goes through, and deletes the video, clearing the trash afterward.

I fight back an audible sigh of relief.

She reaches down, grabbing the sticky towel from my grip. I hadn’t even realized I was still holding it. She plops it down on the floor, where it soaks up more of my cum.

“Alright,“ she says. “Then stand up.“ She holds up her phone toward me, and her cold flashlight blinks on again. She’s recording.

I begin counting down the minute, but my mind buzzes. Through my glasses, the light stretches and flares, looking like a twinkling star.

It’s like I can feel the heat of the light as it lands across my nude body, casting deep shadows along my curves. My skin prickles as I imagine the eyes of strangers trailing over me.

I blush, hoping the facemask covers enough. The whole world will be able to see this if they want to, and I’ll be nothing but a sexual object for them to masturbate to.

I have to focus.

Keeping one arm over my breasts, I use the other to push myself up, doing my best to hide my pubic hair. I rise to my feet, covering my crotch as soon as possible once I’ve steadied myself.

My breath is hot on the inside of my mask, and I feel myself shake.

Shamefully, I realize that I can feel heat radiating from between my legs, and moving my weight from one foot to the other, I feel how aroused I am at the thought of being laid bare to the world. My nipples are hard against my arm and palm.

God, I thought that the terror of the situation would diffuse my exhibitionist tendencies, but it seems like they’ve only been spurred on more.

My palm brushes against my pubic bone. I shiver.

Countless creeps would see my naked form, jerking off and cumming because of my body.

Why did that idea turn me on so much?

“Well this doesn’t do me very good if I can’t see anything,” Val says. “Be a good little slut and put your arms down.“

I shoot an icy stare at her, but her eyes seem to be slightly glazed over as they meet mine. It’s like she’s looking at me as an object rather than a person.

Is she really getting off on this?

After taking a few deep breaths, I slowly let my arms fall to my side, my tense muscles vibrating as they try to relax.

The shine of the flashlight illuminates me, and now my breasts and unshaven crotch are on display, recorded and captured, ready to be broadcast.

I feel both heat on my cheeks and from my lower stomach. I can’t believe I’m even being put in this situation “Asshole,“ I mutter.

“That’s a good idea,“ she says, her wicked smile returning. “Turn around and spread for the camera.“

I hesitate.

“Spread those big cheeks and show me that pretty little asshole of yours,“ Val purrs, taking a step forward. She’s only five feet away now. “Otherwise I might call the cops.”

God, I hate her. I’ve gone too far to turn back now, though.

I slowly turn until my back is facing Val, and I bend slightly at my waist, putting a hand on each of my ass cheeks and moving them an inch outward.

Facing the wall, I can see the deep, dark lines of my shadow cast from her phone’s flashlight. The wall is still slightly illuminated by the weak fluorescent bulbs overhead, but my silhouette is defined by the blue light of her phone.

“You can do better than that, you little perv,” she laughs.

I feel Val touch me for the first time, a warm, soft hand on my lower back, pushing so I lean forward farther. My face grows hotter as I comply. Then her hand moves to my wrist, guiding it outward, encouraging me to spread my ass even more. I’m no lesbian, but her touch sends hot waves over my bare skin.

I nearly stumble as I lean, pulling each of my ass cheeks wider with shaky fingers. My knees bend inward and almost touch each other. I can’t imagine how humiliating this will look to an outsider. My shadow grows as the flashlight gets closer to me.

My asshole and pussy are fully exposed to Val, and I pray that she can’t tell how aroused I am. I’m undeniably turned on, but I don’t want a permanent record of that. Do I?

“Oh,” Val says, “somebody’s feeling themselves.”

I quickly turn my head, trying to glance over my shoulder and glare at her, but I’m unable to make eye contact. I can feel her presence though. Just by making out the shape of her, I see that she is now squatting, and she’s brought the phone close up to my backside. A video of my uncovered ass and cunt now filled her screen.

How long has it been now? In my nervousness, I had stopped counting. Was the minute almost over? Or had only seconds passed, stretched out by the indescribable and exciting anxiety that was being pumped through my body?

Then Val’s hand returns, now resting high on my inner thigh. She carefully applies pressure, causing my pussy to shift and quietly squelch.

I jump at her touch, unconsciously squeaking a little. She’s spreading my lips, showing me off.

I said she could adjust me, but isn’t this a little much? I wriggle, trying to loosen her grip, but Val just moves her hand closer to my entrance. Her hands are soft but strong.

Then her hand slips, and her thumb brushes my swollen clit. My knees, already slightly pushed together, start to give way to a surprise rush of pleasure. I catch myself, but not before a moan, a product of my lost composure, escapes from my throat.

“Hey…” I whine in protest. She wasn’t supposed to touch me, and she knows it. I’ve never been with a woman, but even the accidental touch fires red hot bolts into my brain.

“Sorry,” she says through a smile. “A mistake.” She goes back to groping my thighs, pulling my wet slit open and closed so that it makes loud, slimy smacks. Fuck, this is embarrassing, but I’ve never been so aroused in my life.

My pussy throbs as I imagine fingers gliding over me, dipping into and exploring me for throngs of people to see. I shift, silently praying for more.

“Times up,” Val says. Her hand draws back, and the bright light disappears, leaving the world looking dull and dark.

What? A minute had passed already? I let tension leave my body as I slowly rise back to my full stature. My cheeks and cunt burn as I turn to face Val, again covering myself with my hands. I keep the mask on.

“Okay… Now give me some clothes,” I say.

Val doesn’t move. Instead, she just stares at me and steps forward. She towers over me, and I have to look up to hold her gaze. She smells of cherries.

For some reason, the video of her masturbating pops into my head, her milky skin quivering as she fingers herself. Her voice sounds different when she moans. I push that thought to the back of my mind.

“Please?” I try.

“I could do that,” Val says, “or you can lay back on that bench and let me eat your pussy until you cum again, this time filming without your mask.”

Energy crackles behind my face, and my lips feel numb.

“What? I ask, even though I know precisely what she had said.

“Let me tongue fuck you while you take a video,” she says slowly, annunciating each word, “until you cum your straight little brains out.”

My heart beats fast, and my breath catches. Why would I let her do that? She already got everything she asked for, and my side of the bargain is already fulfilled. I won’t even benefit from what she’s offering.

I stare into her eyes, not speaking.

Why am I not speaking?

“This would make for a great free video on my page,” Val said, reaching out, and letting her hand fall on my hip. “A little teaser that just about anyone could get.”

Goosebumps spread out from where she touches me.

“It would be the first thing people see when they subscribe to me,” she says, letting her hand slide to my hip. “Me buried between your thighs, making you dance and squirm on this locker room bench as they look into that cute face of yours.”

“Why would I do that?” I hear myself ask. I mean it to sound disbelieving and dismissive, but the question comes across as genuine.

“Because I think that you want to be <I>seen</I> even more than you want to hide,” Val says. She holds out her phone to me with the hand that isn’t holding my shaking hip. “You want to feel the orgasm that would come from being exposed to hundreds of people.”

“I’m not into women,” I say, as if that’s the biggest issue with all of this. My breath is shallow and uneven.

“You could be,” Val says confidently. She slips the phone into my hand that’s covering my chest, where I grip it with loose fingers. Her smell fills my nostrils again as she leans forward, and she lets her lips touch the crook of my neck. Her mouth is warm on my skin, and my nipples grow hard again when I feel her tongue graze my collarbone.

I'm frozen in place, not recoiling or outwardly reacting, even as my stomach does backflips. It’s like my brain thinks that by standing still, I’ll be able to avoid responding to her offer.

“You know that if you refuse, you’re going to be thinking about this for the rest of your life, right?“ Val whispers. Her face is close to my cheek, and the heat of her skin meets mine.

I want to say no, but I know I can’t say the word. “How many subscribers do you have?” I ask instead.

A wisp of Val’s pink hair brushes against my ear. “1,002,“ she says.

That number moves through me like a hot knife. <I>1,002.</I> 1,002 people would watch me cum on another girl‘s lips if I agree to this insane proposal. 1,002 people would be able to leak that video, sending it around until it festered in every dark corner of the Internet.

I’d wanted to escape this locker room to avoid the shame and humiliation of discovery, but now, as the same degradation is offered to me on a silver platter, I find myself hesitating to refuse.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I nod.

Val smiles, letting her other hand fall to meet the curves of my body as well. “Absolutely delicious,“ she says. She’s been only inches away, but now she pulls me closer. I feel myself give away, bending like wood from a willow tree. Her lips press against mine as my naked form meets her clothed one.

I’ve never kissed a girl before, and I find that it’s soft and gentle, and even in my stiff hesitation, she remains like a liquid, flowing over my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes flutter, and my mind lights up.

Val pulls back, leaving me starry-eyed. It’s the situation that’s turning me on, not her of course, but I feel like a pomegranate that’s been cracked open, and now I can’t seem to fit my two halves back together.

I’m in a daze, and Val walks over to the cloth sack, which ostensibly carries the team flag. She reaches in, rifles around, and pulls out a black ski mask, pulling it on in one smooth motion. A few loose strands of hair peak from the neck. All I can see are her eyes and full lips, and in some ways, she seems like a different person.

She approaches and takes the phone back momentarily, pulling up her camera app and hitting record. The bright flash returns, momentarily blinding me, but Val puts the phone back into my palm and leads me over to the worn wooden bench. It’s little more than a plank of wood balanced on two rusty poles, but as she carefully sits me down, I find that its cool surface is soothing against my fiery skin. I put my hands on it.

Wait… When did I move my hands from hiding myself? Even asking myself this, I don’t move to hide again. My body is exposed to Val.

She reaches up, pushes her fingers through my thick curls, and cradles my head.

I look up at her masked face. Am I really going to allow this to happen? I should stop this. Where’s my concern for the consequences?

Somewhere deep down, I sense that I’m only putting up these resistances for my own benefit, weak barricades meant to protect what little dignity I have left. I’m ashamed, but I intuitively know how much my body craves to be touched.

Still holding eye contact with Val, I lean back. The thick polyester hides most of her features, and I find myself staring at her shiny pink lips.

She gently holds me by my neck and back, shepherding me down to lay back on the bench.

I don’t say a word. Instead, I film. I watch her through my screen, lit up by the bluish flashlight’s glow. The loose locks of her hair, which I had initially thought was just pink before, look like an iridescent fuchsia, shimmering with smatterings of violet and rose.

She sinks down, and she moves her hands along my nude body, taking a handful of my modest tits and twisting each of my nipples in turn as her fingers travel along my torso. I let out a hiss of air.

Her hands continue, and she finally lets them rest on my full, tense thighs. I watch her hover above my dark bush, and as she leans forward, I can feel her warm breath over my cunt. She’s only inches away from me.

Through the camera, I watch her mascara-lined eyes look up into my face through the woven eyeholes. She shifts forward, planting a gentle kiss on my swollen pussy. The fabric scratches at my thighs.

I flex involuntarily at the unexpected shock of pleasure, bucking to meet her lips. A shuddering breath escapes me, and I know the phone is picking up every utterance. I clap my hand over my mouth.

Without removing her lips from me, Val stretches out her tongue, gently moving it up and down to explore the folds of my pussy.

I can’t hold in my next moan as she begins to lick at my clit. It’s swollen, protruding, and sensitive, and the electric energy of bliss travels through me with every nerve ending lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Val changes her position, moving her hands from my thighs to under my ass, lifting me up to her mouth rhythmically as she settles onto her stomach. She alters her technique, making her tongue wide and flat, bracing it against her lower lip and dragging her face along the length of my cunt.

She hums.

This woman, this masked <I>stranger</I>, is tasting and savoring me.

My grip slips for a moment, and I almost drop the phone as it feels like Val is lapping at the deepest parts of my soul.

I’ve never felt like this. Not alone, not with my ex, never. It feels like I’m a piece of hard candy she’s unwrapped and popped into her mouth, and now I’m melting on her tongue.

Val, stopping, reaches up a hand and takes the phone from me, fiddling with it for a moment before handing it back. The light disappears, and the screen becomes much brighter.

When I look at the screen, it’s filled with my own flushed face. I see my closed eyes and parted lips.

I’m drunk on pleasure, making me slow to realize what happened. Val had turned the camera to selfie mode.

Repositioning the phone to a more flattering angle, I stare into my own eyes as Val brings her hand down to my crotch and lines it up with my entrance.

I see the shock on my face, and my big, teary eyes flutter as Val pushes the tips of two of her fingers into me.

Without thinking, I whimper.

This is going out to over 1000 people, and I can’t keep any semblance of composure? I feel like a little more than a puddle.

“You want my fingers inside you, slut?” Val says.

I find myself looking into the screen, expecting the girl in the video to nod. She does. <I>I</I> do.

“Can you use your manners? “Val asks.

Her tone is mocking and demeaning, but without skipping a beat, I respond. “Please?” I squeak.

“Please what?“ She asks, prompting me.

“Please… finger me,” I say. I look away from the screen and down at her. The portions of her face I can see, pale before, are red with arousal. Even if she’s taunting me, I hear her deep, deliberate breaths. She wants this as much as I do, if not more.

“Fine,“ she says, trying to sound nonchalant. “Say that you’re my little lesbo fucktoy then.“

I swallow, holding her gaze as I blink. The tips of her fingers are slowly moving, tracing me outside of my vagina, but that’s as far as they’ve gone. “But… I’m not…“

Val shakes her head sadly. “If you want me to finger your cunt, baby, I’m gonna need to hear those words.”

I clench my jaw. I could finish with her just using her tongue, but as I look at her arm in position and ready to finger fuck me, I push down my pride. “I’m your little… l—lesbo fucktoy.“

Saying those words builds a pressure inside of me.

I watch her through the mask as she bites her lip, moving her hand slowly forward, sliding another knuckle into me.

I breathe in sharply and find myself unable to stop my hips from quivering. Just her fingers, slightly curled and pushing up into my G-spot, have me on the edge.

“That’s a very, very good girl,“ Val purrs. She brings her mouth back to my clit, pushing her digits deeper inside me. Pleasure clouds my vision, and I try my best to keep the camera held up as my arm falters. I’m angling the camera to show my entire body, with Val’s masked head covering my pussy.

A whole town's worth of people will have access to me digitally, able to hear me say that I was… that… forever.

With how wet I was, it isn’t long until Val is able to add fingers as she thrusts in and out, speeding up until the wet sounds of her mouth and her fingers sliding into my pussy reverberate through the whole room.

My moans, which I had tried to fight back at first, come out of me in huge, unabated waves. My usually high-pitched voice becomes husky as the moans are sourced from deeper and deeper inside of me. At first, it feels like my cries are coming from my throat, and then my chest, and now, as Val pistons in and out of me at full force, my groans and gasps are coming from the deepest pit of my stomach.

My cunt, now stretched from Val’s invading fingers, starts to spasm. My body is aware of my orgasm before my brain is, and I flex, squeezing Val’s head between my thighs.

A rush of pleasure bursts from every seam of my being, flowing out of me as I convulse. It feels like my brain is becoming mush, squashed under the enormous weight of ecstasy that’s crashing down on me. My pussy loudly heaves air in and out around Val’s hand, and another uncontrollable spray of liquid flows out of me. I squirt onto Val’s lips, mask, and shirt, and as I do, it feels like my soul leaves my body as well.

Val continues her assault for several minutes, and rolling orgasms crash through my body, each predicated on the last, until I’m completely spent.

She has left me as nothing but a husk.

I pant and gasp, and as I try to collect myself, I feel a wet cloth slap against my chest, spread wide across my chest and covering my breasts.

I blink, focusing. Val takes the phone from my hand and slips it in her pocket. She dropped the slimy towel on me, and now, she’s taking off her pants.

Raising a hand to grab the thing, I gibber in protest. I still can’t form full words. The towel is slick to the touch.

Val takes off her pants and panties, and a strand of grool connects the crotch to her shaved pussy. She and her underwear are both soaked.

Is it my turn? Am I supposed to taste her now? I feel another arousing buzz in my lower stomach as I imagine the possibility.

However, that’s not her purpose.

Val takes her pants completely off, only pausing to peel her underwear from them before putting her sweatpants back on. Her pale ass jiggles as she fights to get the pants’ elastic cuffs around her sneakers.

I watch, hypnotized.

After putting her pants back on, now going commando, Val removes the balaclava and holds it along with the underwear to me.

The underwear is a pair of boy shorts, black and lacy with full cheek coverage.

“Take these and the towel,” she says. My pussy juice still shimmers from her lips. “That should be enough to get you home.

“Th—that’s all?” I ask.

“That’s all,” Val says.

I take the underwear with shivering fingers, and I silently step into them, sliding the moist fabric up my legs until it squishes against my own sopping crotch. Then I take the ski mask, bundling my hair up as I tug it down over my head. It’s scratchy, and it smells like… it smells like <I>me.</I> Finally, I adjust the towel. It smells like musky soap and stale water, and as I hold it against my body with my hands, it seems to plaster itself in place.

Val holds out her phone again, this time with an open contact page. She’s already filled out the name as “Pervert Lesbo Fucktoy.”

”My name is—“ I start.

“I don’t care,” Val says, smiling at me. Her makeup is slightly smeared, and her hair is messed up into a wild shock of pink.

I pause, and I give her my number.

My run home is uneventful, but as soon as I get home, I open my text messages, praying that Val will contact me soon.