Chapter 2

In an instant, my two big boobs sprang free.

A cool breeze swept over me, and shame washed through my entire body.

"No—don't... We're on the street, not in some room. What if someone sees?"

But my boyfriend was strangely excited. He didn't just grope and squeeze me—he studied every inch of my body like he was seeing it for the first time.

Luckily, the people around us were far enough away that they couldn't tell what we were doing. Otherwise, we'd probably be tomorrow's headline news.

But my boyfriend still wasn't satisfied. Next, he flipped my short skirt up around my waist.

He pressed himself tightly against my rear.

Ahh—this felt way too good.

Even through the layer of his pants, I could feel that thing drilling straight into my crack. Deeper and deeper, until even my thong was swallowed up.

No way. Did he take some kind of pill?

Under that fierce stimulation, my blood started boiling fast. My lower belly swelled, already starting to leak. I'd never felt anything like this before. My excitement had hit its peak.

But we were on a public street. I didn't want someone filming this and posting it on some random website. If my father ever saw it, he'd skin me alive.

And of course—the more I worried about something, the faster it happened.

The next second, my boyfriend hooked a finger under my thong and tugged it down.

Just like that, my bottom was completely exposed to the air. Even with my clothes on, there was no hiding my most private parts.

Did my boyfriend have some kind of cuckold fetish? But if it made him stronger, I didn't care what I had to sacrifice.

Urged on by the alcohol, I dropped to my knees, arched my back, and stuck my rear high in the air. I swayed my hips just a little, like I was beckoning him—come on, hurry up and satisfy me.

My boyfriend grabbed my waist from behind and was just about to thrust forward.

And then—right then—out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar figure standing on the opposite street corner.

It was my boyfriend.

Then who was behind me?

My scalp went numb. I whipped my head around for a quick look.

And froze.

The man behind me wasn't my boyfriend at all. It was Axel—the guy we'd been drinking with.

No wonder his technique was so good. No wonder he was so big.

He was a college lecturer. I never imagined he'd be this wild.

I stared at him in terror. "Professor Keating... what—what are you doing?"

He gave me a wicked grin but didn't stop his hands for a second. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his massive thing, aiming it right at me.

I could feel the heat radiating off it.

"Now that you've found out," he said, "don't blame me for being rough."

I struggled, trying to call out to my boyfriend for help. But when I turned my head, he'd already disappeared around the corner.

But the pleasure Axel gave me was like an engine I couldn't turn off. Especially when my rear felt that surging heat—my body couldn't help itself. It gushed and dripped.

Add the alcohol to that, and I had no strength left to fight. All I could do was clamp my cheeks together as hard as I could to keep him from entering from behind.

But Axel seemed possessed by some animal lust. He used both hands to pry my squeezed-tight legs apart, and kept teasing me like crazy with his fingers.

"Naomi, stop pretending. You put on that sexy little outfit to go drinking. You were trying to seduce me all along."

Suddenly, I regretted wearing that low-cut top. Instead of seducing my boyfriend, I'd attracted a total predator.

I struggled wildly, but his hands turned my whole body weak. He was just too skilled. He traced my folds with light flicks of his fingers but refused to satisfy me. All he wanted was to stir up the slut inside me.

"Little tramp. You know you're soaking wet down there? Flowing more than if you'd pissed yourself. Don't you want it?

"Call me 'Daddy,' and I'll give you what you need."

If my willpower hadn't still been holding out, my body would have climbed on top of him by itself.

I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they'd crack. Getting screwed by a stranger on the street was just too humiliating.

"No. I'm not calling you Daddy."

He stopped moving his fingers. Suddenly, I felt hollow inside—like something was missing.

Then, the next second, something scorching hot pressed tight against me.

It slid up and down along my folds.

The intensity of that feeling was a hundred times stronger than fingers. It was like a thousand ants burrowing into my body.

Even my bones started to itch.

"Ughhh... I can't hold on much longer."

Axel leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Little tramp. Your body's itching for it, isn't it? Let's see how much longer you can last."

He sped up the friction. My body went crazy, secreting slick fluid like a faucet.

At that moment, the fire in my belly shot straight to my brain. The craving inside me begged to be set free.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Daddy... please. Give it to me, harder."