Live Bait

I was raised to be a modest, conservative girl, and at 19, I'm still a virgin. But I have a filthy secret.

I think about sex constantly. I imagine men's hands on me and hungrily stare at their crotches in public. I picture their engorged, throbbing cocks. Because I'm so cute, I've been molested and hit on many times by strangers. Every cat call, every dirty older man who slaps my flanks or cups my breasts in the grocery store makes me hot between my legs and I feel my pussy throbbing, longing to be taken by a man. I get horny in public a lot when men cop feels, so horny I can't think straight and I start wiggling my hips and rubbing my thighs together, desperate for relief. I usually end up running to the women's bathroom, strip naked in the stall, and frantically rub my clit and tug my nipples until I squirt into the toilet.

I think something must be broken in my brain, a nymphomaniac or something of the sort. I feel like a bitch in heat, craving a breeding more than air. But I'm so disgusted by my desires I could never seek them out...

One day, I was riding the bus, wearing a cute girly shirt and tight jeans shorts that had ridden up quite a bit. I normally do not wear such revealing outfits, so I was feeling timid but also aroused. I had begun to discover that showing off my body a bit was thrilling, though it made me worry I was a whore.

A man, must've been around 30, and pretty good-looking, got on the bus and sat right next to me, placing his hand on my thigh. I froze in fear and felt my heart start to pound. The man began to rub my thigh farther and farther up my leg as his other arm snuck behind my back and held my waist. I whimpered as his thumb found the seam of my tight shorts, creating friction on my clit. He leaned in and began to whisper in my ear.

"You're the hottest piece of fuckmeat I've ever seen, baby girl. If we weren't in public, my cock would be inside that whore cunt by now."

I was frozen with fear and said nothing as the man's hand slipped under my shirt and brushed over my ample breasts. My nipples felt hot and hard. I've been touched by horny men before, but never held and rubbed by one. Both my excitement and terror began to build. I came up with a plan of escape, getting off the bus at the next stop. The man followed me. I began to sprint, eventually shaking him off at a corner. I found another bus stop and anxiously waited. I let out a sigh of relief when the bus arrived before my would-be attacker could find me.

I cried on the bus. This was my fault for wearing these whorish clothes. And yet something else twisted in my gut. I... liked it. I liked the attention and I liked the rough touch. I cried harder thinking that I really must be fucked in the head if I enjoyed being molested so much.

For the next week, I couldn't get the incident on the bus out of my mind. Every time I thought of it, I became insanely horny, and no amount of rubbing my aching pussy could relieve my desire. I realized I needed to have sex with a man, but not just any man: I needed a man bold and strong enough to take my virginity against my will. Perhaps it was the years of sexual repression from my conservative upbringing that made me this way, or perhaps it was an evolutionary urge. But I could no longer deny that rape was what my body was craving so desperately. And, I reasoned, if I was made to have sex against my will, it wouldn't be my fault anyway. I could have sexual relief guilt-free. I began having wet dreams about being raped, and excitedly imagined myself in various scenarios being taken against my will. The fantasies were so intense yet left me wanting more. I NEEDED the real thing.

I knew it wouldn't be too hard for me to get raped, being young, hot, and fertile. But I thought I should give the boys some extra encouragement. I ordered a tiny little skirt on Amazon and a push-up bra. As I waited for the package to arrive, I anxiously deliberated whether I was actually going to wear them out and turn myself into live bait.

When the clothes arrived, I put them on with shaking hands. The skirt clung to my body, highlighting my curvy feminine hips. I was wearing no panties and the skirt was cut so short that if I bent over, everyone would know. I paired it with a black tank top, which proudly showed my cleavage. I stood in the mirror with my heart racing. There's no way I can do this, go out in public looking like this! But the empty feeling in my desperate vagina overcame me. All the years of virginity, of depriving myself the touch of a man, and I finally broke. My perfect body was made for sex and it wouldn't stay young and ripe forever. I could not wait a second longer, I needed to feel a penis split me open. Tonight had to be the night.

So I left my apartment just before midnight. I knew of some sketchy neighborhoods about a ten minute walk away, so I headed in that direction.

I hadn't seen anyone else out yet, which made me feel somewhat disappointed. I was starting to shiver and have second-thoughts. What if the man who found me decided to kidnap me or kill me? What if he was diseased? 'I should turn home,' I thought. 'The risk isn't worth getting my rocks off.'

Unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I was lost in thought deciding to back out. I had walked past the entryway of a dingy bar where a man had been leaning. The sound of footsteps behind me was unmistakable.

'Holy shit,' I thought. 'I didn't even think to bring a knife or pepper spray. What am I doing?' I sped up my pace but my stalker followed suit.

I broke out into a run, turning random corners to try and shake him. I was no longer familiar with this part of the city. I turned a sharp right and to my horror-

"This is a dead end, girly," a slurred voice said behind me. I turned to face the man. He was hard to see in the dark, but he was maybe in his forties. His body type was pretty average, he looked like he had strong arms and a broad chest with a bit of a chubby stomach. He had the body type of a manual laborer, rather than a bodybuilder. Strong in the practical way. Strong enough to have his way with me, I realized as my blood turned icy cold.

I was backing up slowly as the man took staggered steps towards me. My heart sank as I felt my back press against concrete and realized I'd just made myself even easier prey.

"Shit," the man chuckled. "They say when God closes one door, He opens another. I've been at this bar every night since my wife run off and God dropped some hot snatch right outside it. Let me see that little body, baby. Gimme a twirl."

I stayed frozen. The man moved in closer to me. As he was about to reach me, I lunged forward to escape but he caught me round the waist. He flipped me so I my face was pressed into the wall and his hips pinned me from behind. I felt something hard poke at the back of my thigh and his fingers began to trace and tickle my waist. My hips twitched and bucked at the movement.

"Mmmmm goooood gurllll" he slurred. "You're so hot you could make me forget I ever had a wife."

He pulled me off the wall by my wrists and awkwardly forced me to turn around and around.

"Oh I like seeing you twirl" he said as he continued to jerk my arms above my head. My skirt started to soar up and I worried he could see my bare ass. My fears were confirmed when he said, "shit, no panties. Easy access for me, huh? What did you come out at night with no panties on for, slut?"

Shaking, mouth dry, I tried to get the words out. "P-please let me go. I don- I- I don't want this. Please you can't, you can't. I'm a virgin, you can't do this you"- I started to softly sob- "please have mercy on me.'

He stopped spinning me and swayed in silence for a bit. Wordlessly, his arm raised and his hand clamped down around my neck.

"A virgin, huh?" he smirked. "Shiiiit, girly. I was just gonna play with you for a bit. I'm no rapist. But a virgin. I have to breed you now. Passin' up on untouched cunt would be a sin. I've never had a virgin before, my wife's pussy was all stretched and ruined even before I met 'er. You'll make up for the experience that was stolen from my marriage."

I sobbed as he pressed me against the wall again, lifted my skirt, and held me by the hips. I heard a belt unbuckle and pants unzip. His cock slapped my ass as it sprung out. The man slapped his member against my thighs and ass for a while, then got bored of that and just started spanking me with his hand to watch my plump butt jiggle.

"Mmm let's get it nice and red" he muttered as he continued to spank. I was fully crying now, the burning on my ass was so intense. When he was satisfied, he stopped spanking and started slapping and rubbing his cock on my ass and then vulva.

"This'll learn you a lesson not to be a little tease. No girl can go out without panties and be surprised by the consequences. But once I use and claim this cunt maybe you won't mind the consequences so much. You're already wet, you so-called innocent virgin. I'm going to turn you into the slut you were made to be."

His cock slowly pressed against my tight hole and I braced myself. His left hand clutching my waist and his right pushing my head into the wall, I was powerless to stop it. I wiggled my hips in one last attempt to get free but realized this likely aroused him even more. It was not long before his cock head popped into me and I felt my body be slowly opened and invaded.

The man took his time entering me, clearly savoring the idea that he was conquering untouched lands. He groaned with every inch of himself that entered me. He had to use a lot of force just because of how tight I was. When he finally bottomed out he stayed put for a moment and pressed his hips so his balls smushed against my ass. He groaned long and low.

I was just beginning to get used to the sensation of being filled when he decided it was time to start thrusting. The drunk stranger was not gentle and loving, but instead began pounding and abusing my poor pussy. I could do nothing but whine and shriek from how overwhelming the sensation was. But I also started to feel that familiar knot building in my stomach.

As he pounded me my protests melted into mindless moans and whines. I couldn't stop my hips from tilting back and offering more of my sex to him. As he pounded away I felt myself start to tense up and come on his cock.

"Holy shit!" He yelled as he felt me come. "Your body likes it!" He continued pounding until his balls started to tighten up. To my surprise, he pulled out.

"I can't cum just yet, I need to use you as long as my body will allow me. On your knees, girly."

I had little choice but to obey as he grabbed me by my hair and shakily pushed me to my knees. As his climax subsided, he pushed his cock against my lips. "Open up, sweetheart." I obeyed.

The feeling of the veiny shaft running down my tongue sent little sparks through my body. I instinctively began to lick and suck at the intrusion. Perhaps because I was so frightened, or perhaps because I really was made to serve this purpose, I zoned out completely and all I could think of was the simple pleasure of having a mouth full of cock. After a while he pulled out and lowered my head to his balls. I didn't understand at first and did nothing, earning me a quick slap across my face. My eyes watered.

"Lick and clean my balls." I obeyed, yet again. I started with soft little licks and gagged at the hair and sweat on my tongue. But I soon became accustomed to it. I let myself space out again and before I knew it one of his nuts was fully inside my warm mouth.

"Mmm try to fit both and look up at me, sweetheart." I quickly tried to stretch my cheeks around his scrotum. He wasn't too big, so I could fit it. I looked up at him with big, watery eyes, my cheeks bulging obscenely from his manhood.

He pulled me off and then pushed my back to the ground, so I was laying down with my feet up. He tore at my skirt, which, as an Amazon purchase, was made of cheap fabric and gave way easily. He pushed my shirt and bra up to reveal swollen breasts and perky pink nipples. He positioned himself on top of me and started to kiss me. I tasted and smelled the beer on his breath, as well as his sweat and excitement. The smell was not pleasant, but it aroused me. The smell of a powerful man who could fulfill my urges.

"Time to sow my seed in you," he grunted, pushing my legs up so he could enter mating press. At this point, I was excited. The fear had worn off and all I was left with was my aching, desperate pussy. My willing body was easy for him to enter. I moaned as he filled me and reached around to grab his shoulders and pull him in. He enjoyed groping at my tits and sucking my nipples as his cock violated my pussy for the second time that night.

Now, he fucked me into the ground like a crazed animal. He was clearly no longer in control of himself. He had a burning need to impregnate a woman and my wrecked little pussy was his only outlet. I myself was experiencing more pleasure than I ever had in my life, especially when he sucked at my aching nipples. When I started to feel myself come again, he somehow got even more violent and ravished me harder, digging his nails into me and pummelling me with all his strength. His balls tensed up, his cock twitched, and suddenly I felt even warmer and wetter inside as he emptied his seed in me.

This warm, filled feeling finally satisfied me. My orgasm deliciously crashed over me and my body erupted in indescribable pleasure and then release. After a minute I lay panting, contented, with semen dribbling out of my deflowered hole. The man stood up and spat on me.

"Get home safe," he said as he walked away. Now with nothing but a torn and tattered skirt to cover my womanhood with, I realized how difficult it would be for me to get home without getting assaulted again. But I don't think I minded.