Talk Dirty to Me – Indebted to a Stranger Bully Read Online Marian Tee

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Do you know what that means?

"I..."

That dress will have every boy on campus staring at you.

And it has, hasn't it?

I start to say no...until I remember how it did seem to me this morning that more guys were looking my way.

One look at that dress will drive a man out of his mind.

He won't be able to stop thinking about it.

About you.

And whether those tits of yours are just the right size for his hands to swallow.

Oh God.

I almost wish I've covered my ears the moment the Devil started speaking. The luridness of his words has madness slowly taking over my body again, and it's all I can do not to writhe and moan.

Remember where you are, Sheena!

Did the thought of having men fantasize about your tits turn you on?

"N-no—-"

Don't lie to me.

I look at the phone helplessly, and the expression on my own face is mortifying. "You already know," I choke out.

Then say it.

I want you to look at the camera and imagine the Devil staring at you as you say the words.

Just thinking about what he wants me to do has me squeezing my legs closed together. "Please..." What if someone suddenly walks in and hear me say—-

Having other men fantasizing about my tits turns me on.

Oh God, oh God.

Say it.

My dazed gaze focuses on the phone, and it feels like I'm staring at someone else - a girl whose tits are heaving under her dress and whose lips are trembling as they part open, and the words slowly come tumbling out.

"Having other men..."

Oh God, am I really saying this?

"Fantasizing about my tits..."

I can't stop writhing as I hear myself say something so vulgar.

"Turns me on..."

And there's no denying it now.

I am turned on, more so than ever—-

Don't you feel much better now that you've heard yourself admit the truth?

I look at my face on the phone again, and this time all I see is a girl who no longer cares about other people walking in and hearing what other naughty things she might end up saying...because she's already completely surrendered herself to the Devil.

The thought makes me want to cry out, but I end up covering my mouth instead because...

You're no longer alone, aren't you?

All I can do is silently shake my head while pleading the Devil with my eyes. Please, please, please don't make it harder than it already is.

It's a pity I'm not there with you.

I'd love to see your face up close and watch you struggle not to make any noise while I tear your dress off.

I can feel myself getting unbelievably wet and swollen at the sinful lure of his words, and my mind seems to have completely shut down since the thought of the Devil tearing my dress off only makes me feel more thrilled than terrified.

Push your dress up to the waist, please.

I barely manage to swallow my gasp. Have I really heard him right?

I want to see what panties you're wearing.

I've just reached for my dress when I hear the restroom door swing open, and a couple of girls come walking in.

God, oh God.

They're talking and laughing like they plan to be here for hours, and yet here I am doing the Devil's oh-so-dirty work as my trembling hands eventually find their way to my dress, and my heart pounds harder and harder against my chest as I push my dress all the way up to my waist.

Ah.

I think I really have lost my mind. That sound he just made isn't pleasant at all, so why did hearing it make my breasts swell even more?

Sheer red lace?

You do love to surprise me, don't you?

Did you choose them with me in mind?

I want to say no, but I can't...because I no longer know the truth. Red has never been my color, so perhaps the Devil is right? Have I subconsciously chosen to wear this because I knew there was a chance he'd end up wanting to see it—-

Take them off.

Oh my God, say no, Sheena!

Slowly.

But instead I find myself struggling not to make any noise as I step out of them...and slowly, too, just like the Devil asked.

Very good.

It feels all too surreal and agonizingly lewd to have cool air touching the bare folds of my pussy...while the girls outside my cubicle are talking about their homework for Physics and the latest episode of Wednesday.

Now open your legs wide...

I hear one of the girls says she's going to pee—-

And show me your cunt.

—-and I feel like I've fallen into a rabbithole dripping of lust as I obey the Devil's command. I part my legs open, and let the Devil's gaze feast on my cunt while another girl enters the cubicle next to mine.

You're dripping wet, Sheena.

The Devil's words coincide with the sound of the other girl peeing, but instead of feeling disgusted or appalled, all I can think about at that moment is how there's only the flimsiest of dividers separating the other girl and me.

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