Chapter 2: My Moments of Truth

My giant black admirer had asked me to go for a drink, and I had silently nodded my agreement and climbed into his car.

As I sat there, I was very conscious that my tiny dress was already just an inch or two below my very wet pussy and he was giving my thighs an appreciative long look, but he said nothing more as we moved away.

After about 10 minutes we turned into the carpark of a small country pub. He parked under some trees, then jumped out to come and open the door for me. As I climbed out of the low bucket seat, I forgot all my mother’s lessons about a lady keeping her knees together when getting out of a car. I swung one leg out and then the other, giving him the clearest view he had ever had of my glistening smooth pussy, a sight two guys walking to their car must have also shared with him. “That’s a nice sight” he said, “I usually only see that pussy when you bend over in the shops!” I blushed profusely, and pointlessly tugged the front of my dress down a fraction of an inch, which only succeeded in pulling my top down to reveal more skinny cleavage. “Don’t worry” he said “you look delightful and I know you are an exhibitionist so just enjoy the attention.” That was the first time anyone had called me out on my exhibitionism.

We went into the pub and I quickly realised that most of the men in there were looking at me, or more likely my erect nipples and ass skimming dress. Once more I felt a rush of excitement, knowing I was being lusted after, and another flood of pussy juices seeped onto my inner thighs as we walked back out to the garden with our wine. He led me to a secluded corner of the garden where there were two low deck chairs and a small table. He pointed me to the one with my back to the rest of garden and pulled his chair round so it was facing me directly.

Before I could lower myself into the canvass seat he said “Flip your dress up so your bare ass is on the seat, you will be more comfortable that way.” I hesitated, then lowered myself gently into the low-slung seat, flipping my dress up at the back as instructed, and probably letting half the people in the garden see a glimpse of my naked butt. The angle of the deck chair seat meant my knees were higher than my hips, giving my giant host a perfect line of sight to my pussy.

As we sipped our wine, he looked hard at me and said “If you are truly an exhibitionist, open your legs now and let me see that shiny pussy properly, and pull that dress up a bit so it is not in the way.” Now was my moment of truth – not just flashing my body to strangers in shops but blatantly revealing myself to a man as old as my father. I hesitated again, but as before, then did as I was told. I was so turned on by the way he was just ordering me like that, the exhibitionist in me revelling in the chance to flaunt myself so crudely for this huge man. Nervously I opened my knees a bit and pulled my dress up to reveal my hairless mons. “Wider than that babe and pull that dress up more” came the order. I obediently opened my legs completely so my feet and knees were wide apart. “Now slide your butt forward to the edge of the seat.”

Again, I did as I was told, realising as I did so why he had told me to flip my dress up from underneath me. I ended up slouched in the seat, my bare ass resting on the hard edge, my dress pushed up to my navel, and my pussy fully exposed to his view. “Beautiful” he said then adding “here let me show you.” He took out his camera phone and, telling me to stay like that, shot several photos of my exposed virgin love tunnel.

When he passed me his phone, I saw the photos he had taken – some zoomed in on my wet pussy – and I saw a blatant slut exposing herself to the world. “Your very wet” he said, “why don’t you play with yourself – I will enjoy watching you.”

This time there was no hesitation and I immediately slipped my hand between my legs and slid two fingers into my wet hole, reaching down with my other hand to rub my clit at the same time. All the time I looked straight into his eyes which seemed to be daring me to be as blatant as I could for him. It was very quick but I soon felt an enormous orgasm building rapidly in my belly, with tremors running all the way up my body. My breath becoming shorter and almost panting as my excitement visibly grew within me. Suddenly it hit me more than I had ever experienced before.

My eyes rolled up, my mouth gaped open as a barely stifled moan escaped, and suddenly my orgasm took me to a new dimension. My copious pussy juices squirted out of my cunt, splashing my thighs, the edge of the seat and the ground between me and my giant watcher. The spasms seemed to last for ever as I continued to frig myself, oblivious to anyone who might be watching, other than my giant. Eventually I stopped and relaxed, then held up my hands to show him the mucous fluids coating my fingers and smiled at him, before saying “That was wonderful – I have never done that before. Did you enjoy watching it?”

As I licked my fingers, enjoying the taste of my own fluids, he simply passed me his phone again and told me to press play on the video. There, in all my debased glory, was my entire public masturbation from first hurried insertion of my fingers to my gushing squirt and finally my fingers held up for his inspection.

Looking at it, my legs still wide apart and my dress still pushed up, and anyone nearby being left in very little doubt about what I had been doing, I felt humiliated, dirty, and so excited by what I was viewing. This was me. This was me the exhibitionist as never seen before. I was ecstatic.

“You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he laughed. “Flashing those tits at any man who looks. And you just love flashing that perfect little ass at everyone don’t you? And that shiny cunt with its deep gash, big lips and a clitty that stands to attention, you like flashing that too, don’t you? And now you have performed in public for me.” I blushed again, then sat up straight with my legs almost together, but leaving him a small view of what was between them, pulled my dress down enough to cover my mons. Took a sip of my wine and then said in as normal a voice as I could manage. “Yes, I do love showing my body off to people. It excites me to know they can see my private parts. And I liked doing what I did for you – it was the most mind-blowing thing I have ever done.”

“How old are you?” “18”

“Are you a virgin?” “Yes”

“Do you still want to be a virgin?” Hesitation again, then “No”

“Do you want to come to my place now?” More hesitation then a whispered “Yes.”

We quickly drank our wine then stood up, my dress mostly falling back into place, and taking a long look at the wet patch on the deckchair from my pussy squirt, we walked to the car, his great arm around my shoulders making me feel so small and possessed.

When we got there, he said “I want you to pull your dress up to your waist before you get in, then sit there with those legs wide apart.” I was obedient once again and, not caring who saw I was naked from the waist down, pulled my dress up and slid open-legged into his car. He got in, leaned across, and taking my chin in one massive hand, raised my lips to his and gave me a long and lovely kiss, our tongues entwined. His other great hand slid up my thigh to my still wet pussy where first one, then two thick fingers, slid deep inside me. We stopped kissing but he kept his fingers in me, massaging my inner tunnel, bringing me close to another orgasm. But he denied me that luxury and instead raised his wet fingers to my mouth and let me suck them clean for him.

At last, we were ready to leave to go to his place, but without asking he suddenly pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pushed it down to join the rest of the material bunched around my waist. He caressed and squeezed each breast in turn, before pulling tightly and sharply on each of my prominent nipples, making me gasp with a mixture of shock, pain, and sexual delight. As we drove out of the pub, I went to pull my dress up but he very sternly told me to leave it down.

I do not know if it was the quickest or easiest route to his home but he took us through the busiest part of the town centre, stopping frequently for heavy traffic, stop lights and pedestrians. All the time I sat there, breasts exposed and bare legs wide apart showing my shiny wet pussy to anyone who looked.

I might as well have been totally naked and so, when we stopped at one set of lights, he told me to just take it right off, “You like being looked at so you will not be needing this dress anymore and, in any case, you will not need it where we are going.” I did as I was told, pushing the little dress down my legs and off onto the floor. He reached down, picked up the dress and tossed it into the back of the car, ensuring I had to sit there naked for the rest of the journey.

We eventually turned into a large, expensive-looking, modern house and stopped in front of the entrance porch. Because he had thrown my dress onto the back seat, I had no choice but to get out of the car and walk beside him to the front door, his hand on my bare ass, cupping one cheek and with his thumb pushed into the crevice concealing my anus.

Once inside he pulled me to him and once again gave me the most wonderful, long, slow kiss, lifting me up easily to match his 6-5 height. Then swinging me up in both arms, he started to carry me up the stairs, saying as he climbed “Let’s go deal with that unwanted virginity.” I was a bundle of nerves, excitement, and fear, all at the same time, so I just put my arms round his neck, rested my head on his shoulder, and prepared myself for what was about to happen. We entered a large sunny bedroom, with a huge bed in the middle, and an ensuite bathroom off it. He placed me gently on the bed, laying me on the edge, then quickly undressed himself. I now saw how huge he was. I later learned he was 6-5, nearly two metres tall, and weighed 118 kilos or 260 pounds, and all muscle, with no spare flesh on him. But the truly scary thing was what hung between his powerful thighs – a massive penis that would, I soon learnt, grow to nearly nine inches when aroused, and two large balls dangling below it.

He came to the bed and swung my legs round so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the ground. “Have you sucked a cock before?” “Yes.” “Then let’s start with that now.” I reached out nervously and took that long thick creature into my tiny hand. I began to stroke it and watched in pure astonishment as it grew rapidly to its full length and girth. I was even more overwhelmed when the foreskin slid easily back in my fingers to reveal a huge purple head with bright pink flesh below it, contrasting against the brown skin of his cock.

Once fully erect he took my head in his hands and gently pushed my mouth towards the waiting meaty pole. I flicked my tongue out and licked the head before running my lips and tongue down the whole length of him, wondering all the time how I was going to get this thing into my mouth, let alone my virgin pussy. I licked for a little while before he told me to now take it in and suck. Again, being obedient, I did as I was told and took that head into my mouth, and began to suck on it, feeling like my mouth was already full.

Gently he again took my head in his hands and began to move my mouth up and down his cock. At first it was ok but as he got more into the rhythm of my mouth moving along his member, his own thrusts got more vigorous and started to go deeper. Finally, my face was buried in his pubes and I was gagging, finding it hard to breath with that thing drilling into my throat. Each time he drew back great globules of my saliva came with it and dribbled down my face and dripped on to my breasts. “Try to swallow when it hits the back of your throat – it will get easier with practice!” At last, he pulled out of my gasping mouth and pushed me back on to the bed.

I was on my back with my legs hanging over the edge, although not for very long. My giant grabbed my ankles and lifted them up high so my ass was raised off the bed. He then spread my legs wide and pushed them back until my knees were almost level with my breasts. He started to rub his cock head along my deep cleft, pushing my puffy labia aside and pressing it on my engorged clit. If I did not know it already, the realisation that I was about to be fucked for the very first time, brought me a moment of pure fear. But his growing pressure on my vaginal entrance got my attention and suddenly I relaxed and wanted it to happen as soon as possible. This was for sure the mature real man I had been saving my virginity for and he was going to take it now! He seemed to know that I was ready for him and moved his great cock-head to my waiting virgin hole. He pressed gently against it, forcing the lips to open around the purple head. I felt him entering me slowly, just the head opening me up. “Ready babe? Time to say goodbye to that unwanted virginity.” I looked into his face with my own staring, lust-filled eyes and whispered “Yes – please do it – fuck me now.”