Wanting to become the town square’s wench [all OK] [except “dyke” from nonsapphics]
Thin, tight crop top accentuating the shape of my tits. Pierced, hard nipples poking through the semi sheer fabric. Braless breasts bouncing up and down as I make my way to a busy bar. Short, high-waisted skirt just barely covering my ass. Soaked lace panties peeking through when I bend over.
Conscious about being so exposed. Nervous about men’s wandering eyes. Disgust for dressing for the male gaze. But also…desire for male attention. Hope for them to keep ogling. Excitement about being so vulnerable. Want to be objectified. Sexualized. The visual image of me used as fap material.
Feeling the stares get more intense as they move focus from my chest down to my thighs. Wishing a man would come over and tell me how feral my outfit made him. Leaning in close as he grabs my hand and places it over his bulge to feel how hard he’s getting.
Feeling his own hand and slip it underneath my shirt to grope my breasts. His other hand caressing my inner thigh. Sliding up my skirt to my clit, rubbing circles through the already wet fabric. Pulling my panties to the side to plunge his fingers deep into my cunt.
Starting to involuntarily moan loud enough for other men to take notice. Smile as they enjoy the show. Call me out for being a public whore. Some pull their cocks out and start to stroke from their seats. Some come closer to get a better view. Some degrade, humiliate, and spit on me. Some hold me down and keep my legs spread on the bar table.
Men start to feed me more alcohol. Pull my hair. Tear my clothes off. Slap my face. Take turns fucking one of my easily accessible holes. Pass me around like a community toy. The cheers get louder. The hands on my body multiply. My body gets covered in more strangers’ cum. My nervous system becomes overwhelmed by all the stimulation. My mind unsure if I should be scared or turned on.