Online Discovery

I stood there frozen in place like a rabbit in headlights just wishing for the earth to open and swallow me whole.

The study has always smelled musty, like leather and old paper despite

few actual books in the tall bookcases covering the walls. Most of the

space on the wood instead dedicated to various awards and monuments to

mediocre talent sculpted in resin or glass. "Employee of the Decade", "Long Service" and "Financial Award of Excellence" being the ones most prominently displayed. Not a single family photo or proof of life existing outside this room, which it basically didn't in his opinion.

The air was stale and heavy, the window looking out over the garden hadn't been opened yet to let in the chill spring air given the size of the cobweb tucked into its corner. Outside life continued on; birds were chirping even though their calls were muffled by the thick victorian era glass. In the street I could just make out the last bits of Easter decorations. - Now passed by a few days and the reason I was home from university.

There was no joy within the room, it would have clashed with the ancient oak desk, stained by years of tobacco smoke and late nights, its top in testament to the stubbornness of the owner still had a rack of expensive pens and bound notebooks despite neither having been used for some time.

All of this observation served a purpose, it kept my eyes off the screen that had been turned to face me and the man behind the desk who was sat awaiting my answer with an accusatory glare. A glare that to be fair to

him wasn't entirely unwarranted given the screen showed my face front and center, dripping with multiple loads of cum down onto my bare chest.

The video was paused on a particularly dumb gurn of a grin caused by the thick ropes of sperm that ran from my face to the pair of cocks held in my hands.

"So?" He spat, his voice more anger than disappointment

"Care to explain why I found this video of you?"

Of all the things I expected to be confronted with when I was summoned, this was not one of them. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and attempt to get my heart under control I raced through my options, none

of them great. But I was surprised in myself, aside from the initial shock I found myself not ashamed, not proud either but somewhere in the middle, just left of aroused and near to satisfaction.

"Well" I began, my voice quickly gaining confidence as I spoke and my legs ceased their trembling "It was just before my birthday..."

7 weeks before my 19th birthday to be exact. I'd worked hard in my first few months of university, both academicaly and socially to invent myself as the person I wanted to be. It wasn't too hard; Usually one of the oldest in my academic year I had always attracted attention. I'd kept myself active through my teens with bouldering and occasional gym sessions so aside from some calloused hands I considered myself reasonably good looking. I'd avoided the massive udders of my mother who had gone to fat in puberty and ruined herself by having me as a late teen pregnancy with a man nearly 3 times her age (she also squeezed me out on Christmas day - a crime i will never truly forgive her for.) Instead I was blessed with a reasonable chest, small enough to wear cute tops, large enough to flaunt and topped with rose nipples that annoyingly would stand to attention at the slightest dirty thought in my head. My hair, though naturally mousy was usually kept platinum blonde to fit my desired aesthetic, though laziness would often see me just throw it into a ponytail or messy bun for day to day. Video me had pigtails but we'll get into that later.

I would tell people I was 5ft 4, in reality I was closer to 5' 2 but it annoyed a lot of shorter guys who would add to their own height and then look incredulously at me when I would flat out deny their height based on my own false one. This probably tells you all the need to know about my bratty streak. A streak I often let run my mouth around men much larger than I to my detriment. Taunting that they could try beating or fucking it out of me. Many tried, a few actually managed it and I called them Master. But this story happens between such men so they are mostly unimportant.

My sexual discovery was much the same as many a girl though slightly later than my peers I think. No one person could claim to be the first to see me naked as it was a group of friends on my 18th birthday who

after a lot of drinking talked me into some "tasteful" nudes which rapidly became some very distasteful ones. But it ignited a love in me and for weeks afterwards I felt a rush when I caught someone using my tits as their lock screen or when the group chat image was changed to my spread virgin cunt and an entire day was dedicated to discussing ways the guys in the chat would like to "cure" my virginity with many pictures of their cocks to emphasise their willingness. None were hotter however than one of the girlfriends sending a picture of her own creamy, freshly used dildo and offering to pin me down infront of everyone and

simply ruin me on a silicone cock. I've never considered myself bi, but I'll admit that threat got my juices flowing and led to my first real body shaking orgasm as I thought about the humiliation on offer. Alas she never got the chance as a few weeks later, after much awkward fumbling in the back of cinemas and busses, and culminating in an orgasm from my own hand in the costume room during sixth form drama club; my first real boyfriend left in shame once he came in me in under 3 thrusts. He pulled his trousers up, muttered an apology and left me lying naked on the floor, deflowered and unsatisfied. It only took a few seconds of rubbing

his sticky mess all around my clit and sore cunt before I shuddered and sighed with relief. Aftercare would be a word I didn't learn for a long time. I did however prop my phone up to take a photo of myself, smiling

like a loon and licking my fingers as my now visibly gaping pussy leaked fresh cum onto what would turn out to be a costume for Henry VIII. Admiring myself for but a moment before sending it to the chat and

receiving a dozen variations of "congratulations slut" from people I knew might only be a wall or two away from me. The boyfriend was dumped before I even went to get the morning after pill (I had an IUD fitted a few weeks later), And while the drama closet got its fair share of action, it was never with him again.

I say all this to set the scene, as its important to the situation I found myself in. Once I realised I enjoyed sex, possibly more than my male peers, especially exposure and risk the later half of my final year in sixth form became a lot more interesting. I was careful, I only played with people I trusted or with people I had control over. Rocking a skirt and telling my friends I wasn't wearing underwear that day and them trying to catch me was fun, lifting it to flash my shaved slit to one of them studying in an othewise empty

classroom was exciting. But locking eyes with the aging physics teacher who was married with 3 adult kids and 6 months away from retirement while I spread my legs wider and wider in the front row of a full classroom was what I lived for. Pinning my nudes to the inside of his desk cupboard may have been a step too far but that's tomorrows story along with the Master I had at the time who encouraged and enjoyed it almost as much as me.

So by the time I reached university 3 months before I would turn 19. I knew what I liked and I wanted to do it a lot. I went to university in the same city I grew up in but I moved into halls to get away from family mostly. Freshers week was a blur of drinking and partying and while I had my own place, I didn't wake up in it once the whole week. I

was free, newly single and wanted to feel alive.

The sixth form group chat was still there with the occasional dick pic or titty shot. We shared our first couple of weeks. Our conquests, our regrets. But we were at a new stage in our lives and before any of us

really knew it we didn't talk much anymore.

Social and sport clubs were my thing, I tried karate (badly) I tried Poi (that went ok) Climbing club was a bit too clique for me it turned out. I got into more geeky things; TTRPGs and Anime mostly but swimming was the only sport I really stuck with. Practice was later in the day which was great for me as getting up has always been a problem even before I didn't know where I would be spending the night.

My desires may have also played into that a bit. Swimsuits are not designed for hiding in and by function if I'm taking to a guy in one

there's only a thin slip of material between him and my body. Guys we know you're checking us out like a piece of wrapped meat and I wouldn't want to imply that every girl wanted it but I certainly did.

By week 2 of training three times a week I'm sure the guys could smell my arousal prior to the session. A couple seemed to take their time talking to me before getting into the pool beyond simple social requirements. So when one of them began openly flirting with me I leapt at the chance. Adding his number into WhatsApp the first message I sent him 20 seconds later was my wet tits free of their bondage as I peeled my suit down to my

waist. I heard an audible gasp from a few cubicles away and quickly got a "wow" in return along with a dick pic. It wasn't a particularly impressive member, but I still had it in my mouth a minute later. I told him to take as many photos as he wanted as long as he sent them to me and true to his word later that evening I recieved two dozen photos showing me in various positions along his cock or showing off his cum on

my tongue.

I know he talked because by next session I was getting more attention again and a disapproving stare from each of the handful of other girls in the club. When the next guy gave me his number I took a shot with the

crotch of my costume pulled aside and my fingers delicately spreading my pussy. I pressed send knowing full well it would cement my reputation.

I'd been expecting a quick response but it was almost instantaneous. A cock pick that showed something truly monstrous, my guts hurt just looking at it and I felt my knees begin to buckle as my hungry cunt cried out in desperation. "I need that in me!" I hurriedly texted back. "Soon slut" was the only response.

He was waiting for me just outside the changing village with a smile that promised me all kinds of interesting times ahead. He stood confident, knowing he was in control. He wore simple gym kit, shorts and a loose t-shirt. Not too different to myself in a pair of tight yoga shorts and a sports bra. I didn't even stop to dry my hair I was so focused on having him inside me.

He took me for coffee at a place nearby, named for the temperature of their brew and about as hot as I felt walking next to him. The last heat of summer hadn't left yet but it was nothing compared to my desire. He took his time ordering, deliberately teasing me with a coy grin as I belted out "latte please" as fast as possible. We sat opposite each

other on a small table and instantly his knees were between mine, spreading them apart almost to the point of discomfort but certainly stopping me from closing my legs. I'd shown off to him and he wanted to make sure I stayed that way. We made small talk while we waited for our drinks, talking about training and competitions later in the year. Never once did his pressure on my legs let up, likewise the bearing, beating tightness in my abdomen remained constant.

Only once the coffee was brought and mostly drank did he acknowledge the

reason for us being here. Placing his phone on the table with the photo I had sent clearly visible he leaned in close, pushing my legs further apart as I arched and pressed my crotch forward as much as he would allow. "So what do you want to do?" he asked, his voice low and barely audible over the general hubbub of the cafe. "I want you to fuck me" I moaned back, breath catching in my throat. "Louder" he instructed "I want you fuck me" I repeated clear enough to certainly be heard across the table. "...Louder" he said again with a smile. "I want you to take me to your place and fuck me till I scream, and I want you to cum as deep into my cunt as you can!" I moaned the last part but all of it was loud enough to get raised eyebrows from the nearby table and some hushed

giggling but I didn't care.

I got my wish in one of the houses nearby to the campus. Once again my only requirement was that the encounter be thoroughly documented and sent to me. I rubbed myself that night scrolling through pictures of myself stripping in my teammates room, Clamping his cock inbetween my

tits and drinking cum out of the first correctly sized magnum condom I'd seen. What pushed me over the edge that night and several nights since however was the video he took of me on his bed, naked and legs spread wide, holding myself open as I begged him to use me like a slut. Presenting my glistening hole to the camera as I pleaded with him to fill me. Once he sent that I knew I was on my way to what I wanted, and it didn't take long to convince him to show others. A screenshot

followed of my shameful display being shared with other members of the club. Their comments forced a second and third orgasm out of me in quick succession.

That was Wednesday, by Fridays meet I wasn't sure how many people had seen it but I think it was a lot. The other girls didn't talk to me but I heard at least one whispered "whore" as I entered. The guys were another story, friendly as ever if not moreso than usual.

Practice went as normal until eventually we all headed for the showers.

Usually at this point I, like all of the girls, would grab my towel, shampoo, and head into a private shower cubicle. They tended to run a little hotter and the privacy was nice for stripping off a little to rinse. Avoiding the girls who had avoided me took me a little closer to the communal showers at the entrance to the changing village, where a

handful of guys - who had little need for such privacy, usually dunked their heads for a quick 30 seconds to get rid of the worst of the pool smell.

Any notion that my exploits were being kept secret were quickly

dismissed when the closest called out "Hey Sarah, so who you going to send your tits to today?" A little bit of chuckling was robustly

enforced by his mate adding "What she hasn't got to you yet? Thought everyone had seen them now?" The blush may have started in my face but it quickly went through my nipples and lit a fire in my crotch, I knew I

was about to do something very stupid but an addict will always choose the high.

"Everyone's seen them?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

The five of them nodded, some gave a thumbs up.

"Oh well, no need to fill a cubicle then" I pondered, dropping my towel to the floor as I tossed my shampoo towards the sixth empty showerhead. Before any of them had realised what I meant I had pulled both

straps off my shoulders and had began rolling down my one-piece. It was a tight shimmy that paused briefly when my hard nubs became entangled in the fabric. A sharp tug freed them with a satisfying bounce into view that caused a pause in breathing from my shower companions.

Sliding my arms out of the straps as I stepped into place I left the rolled costume

in my hip dip, the last of my decency covered for now by the heavy wet swimsuit but precariously positioned to fall with too much movement or even the slightest tug from the men surrounding me. I pressed the button to turn on the water and gasped as it once again came out too cold as usual. I bent at the waist to pick up my shampoo letting them all see my free hanging udders and barely covered ass, I hoped that one of them would be daring enough to flick the costume down given the chance but

sadly none of them moved. The lamb isn't supposed to walk into the lions lair and start basting itself. I stood tall and turned to face the front, pressing my chest forward as I began sudding up my hair. I didn't want to over do it but their comment demanded a power play, something to show that they may have all seen my body, but I was the one who let them.

I took longer than necessary to clean my hair and enjoyed every moment of it, the men around me stood in silence as the soap ran over me. A couple of them forgot to reset their showers when they ran out. When my

own ran dry the first time I used the time to really dig my fingers into my scalp keeping my shoulders and my elbows high. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back in full carefree abandon of my situation. I resolved

to not open my eyes for some time as bubbles began running across them and down my face from my frantic massage. Once I was suitability sudded, I pressed my still covered ass back to activate the shower again, keeping my eyes tightly sealed as the rain fell down on me. Squeezing the soap out of my hair my hands then ran across my face and down my chest, pushing the suds clear of my eyes and throat. I let my hands play across my bare breasts and gave each nipple a small twist. Nothing too

perverse, but I wanted more.

Once the water ran out a second time, I turned to face my body towards the majority of the guys, two would have to settle for my ass as I kept my face towards the ceiling, eyes shut with just a quick peek to confirm

the were all staring at me. I dropped my hip slightly and checked the knob side on, flicking up to "accidentally" catch my suit on the button, as intended there was a wet slap as the rolled costume fell off me. I

let out a short gasp and feigned at covering myself with my right hand but I don't think any of them were fooled.

My left hand remained on my tit and stared pulling and twisting at my nipple, my right, placed between my legs in pretend embarrassment began teasing at my slit. Moving slowly to reveal my bald cunt in increments.

I'd shaved her smooth last night in anticipation of having her filled by one of these men, instead I was taunting a full pack of them in public and I couldn't resist slipping a finger between my folds to tease at my

hole and circle my clit. Between my self imposed blindness, the sensation of the water on my body, the mild nipple torture and the stares of the people around me I quickly reached crescendo. Snapping my

eyes open to stare into my neighbours gaze I collapsed against the wall as an orgasm took hold. Barely able to hold myself in position I pressed my fingers to hold firmly against my clit, pushing pleasure as deep as I could until my breathing could return to normal coinciding with the shower shutting off for the final time. Composing myself and standing up off the support of the rough tiles took a little bit of effort. I stepped forward to my towel and keeping my feet at shoulder width, bent forwards to retrieve it. I knew my inflamed cunt would draw their eyes

as I did, sodden with obvious grool even against the backdrop of the shower water. I wrapped the towel around my waist, keeping my tits on show as I glanced back over my shoulder to the silent audience behind

me. "Great work today guys, see you next time yeah?" I tittered, striding off back to the lockers just in time to pass one of the other

girls coming out of the private showers, her body much more modestly covered. Her tutted eye roll at my state of undress and half whispered "Slut" earned her a wink and a blown kiss as I strutted past on my post

orgasm bliss.

Within another 2 weeks I'd earned the nickname "Bike" from my clubmates,

having enthusiastically fucked any of them that had shown interest in me. I hadn't made a scene of it again but any guy who asked to see my tits found me more than willing to expose a nipple even underwater during training or cohabit a changing room to allow full inspection of my body. I'd swallowed or taken enough little swimmers that there were even jokes about promoting me as a benefit of joining the club on our flyers. (Later on my clad side profile would infact be used on pamphlets handed out during freshers week). I wasn't picky and I didn't play favourites - if they had a girlfriend it wasn't my problem if they wanted me on the side. Academically the first few weeks were pretty quiet, and while I know there were rumours about me, mostly what happened in swim club stayed in swim club, at least until Halloween.