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I need to get this off my chest before I die of shame.

Yesterday, during the free period, I was sitting on the bench near the old banyan tree in the college park. Wearing my white sleeveless top and that black mini skirt that hugs my thighs a little too tight. I knew men were staring. I wore it on purpose.

Then this first-year guy, Arjun, sweet, shy, always blushing around me, comes over to ask about notes. He’s cute. So I teased him. Patted the seat next to me. He sat. I saw his bulge through his grey pants.

I don’t know what got into me. Maybe the heat. Maybe the way he looked at my cleavage when I leaned forward. I just said, “Touch me.”

He froze. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my inner thigh. Then I unzipped his pants.

His cock sprung out, it was thick, veiny, already wet at the tip. I licked my lips, looked him in the eye, and wrapped my mouth around it. He let out this choked moan. I started bobbing my head, taking him deep, letting my tongue swirl around the head. His fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me down. I let him. I gagged, saliva dripping down my chin.

I was so lost in the rhythm, his soft whimpers, the smell of his skin, that I didn’t hear the footsteps.

Then a cackle. “Oye! Ananya di!!”

I jolted up. A group of at least eight guys and girls from the canteen were standing 15 feet away. Phones out. Some recording. “Kya kar rahi ho, di?” one of them shouted.

My face burned like fire. Arjun scrambled to stuff himself back in his pants. I was still on my knees, my top stained with pre-cum, my skirt hiked up showing my black panties. No excuse. No escape.

Someone had already uploaded a 10-second clip to the college WhatsApp group before I even got up.

Now I can’t walk past the canteen without hearing “Suck my dick, di!” whispers. Girls smirk. Boys wink. My HOD gave me a weird look this morning. I want to disappear.

But fuck.. I’d do it again. The risk, the raw power in my throat while his hips bucked, the burning shame of being watched… it made me wetter than any boyfriend ever has.

So yeah. I’m the park blowjob girl now. And I love how filthy that feels.

PS: I'll post that day's pictures

So I (F19) wore this dress today to run errands with my mom. It’s one of those thin, thin crop tops with deep plum, with a neckline that plunges almost to my navel and a short trouser just barely covers my ass. It clings to every curve, no bra possible because of the cut. I love the way it makes me feel powerful, slutty, free. But my mom? She nagged me the entire walk to the convenience store. "You're asking for it," "Look at all those men staring," "Can't you have any self-respect?" I just rolled my eyes. I don't care what strangers think.

We get to the store. It’s the usual one we go to – a big 24-hour place with bright lights and rows of chips and drinks. Mom goes off to grab milk and bread, leaving me to browse the snack aisle. I’m leaning over to check a bag of chips on the bottom shelf when I feel someone step up close behind me.

I know who it is immediately. It’s Kaif, the cashier who always works the late shift. He’s maybe 40, greasy hair, always gives me discounts sometimes. He’s always been a little too friendly, making comments about my "body" or my "milky skin." But this time he didn’t say a word. His hand slid up the back of my thigh, very slow, deliberate, underneath the hem of my shorts. I froze. His fingers traced the edge of my thong, then pressed against my pussy through the fabric. I could feel his knuckles grinding into me, wet heat blooming between my legs.

I should have screamed. I should have pushed him away. But I just stood there, gripping the chip bag, heart pounding. His other hand came around to rest on my hip. He whispered, "Missed you in this dress, baby." His thumb circled my clit through the thin cotton, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Then he pulled away, stepped back, and said, "Don’t tell your mom." I turned to see him heading back to the register, as if nothing happened.

My mom came back a minute later and started nagging again about the looks I was getting. I just nodded, paid for the chips, and walked out with my thighs still pressed together. I haven't told anyone. But I’m still wet thinking about it.

Posted the dress pic in profile.

I’m Ananya, 19, and I’ve been getting bolder with my gym outfits. Today I wore my favorite oversized blue t-shirt—folded it up and tied it into a crop top that barely covered my nipples. Baggy jeans slung low. No bra. Obviously.

From the moment I walked in, I wanted attention. Every time I bent over to grab a dumbbell, I let the shirt ride up, showing the underside of my tits. When I was on the leg press, I made sure to lean forward, letting the fabric fall open so anyone behind me could see my bare chest. I even wiped sweat off my neck and let my hand slide down, brushing my own nipple through the thin cotton, pretending I was just “cooling off.”

Three guys came up to me within twenty minutes. First was this tall dude with a crew cut who asked if I needed a spot. I smiled, leaned into his face, and said, “I need a lot of things.” He stammered and walked away. Second guy was a beefy bro with a tank top—he watched me do hip thrusts and asked if I was a dancer. I laughed, arched my back on the bench, and said, “I am, but not the kind you think.” He didn’t know what to say. Third was a shy kid with glasses who couldn’t stop staring at my chest. I caught him, winked, and said, “Like what you see?” He turned red and left.

By then I was dripping wet—sweat and pure horniness. I decided to take it further. I grabbed my bag, walked straight into the men’s changing room. No hesitation. The tile floor, the smell of chlorine and deodorant, the row of lockers. I locked myself in a stall and peeled off everything. That blue shirt, those jeans, my panties. Naked.

I stepped out into the open area—barefoot, totally nude. I wanted someone to see me. To use me. Then the door swung open.

Four guys walked in, talking and laughing. They froze. One dropped his gym bag. Another’s jaw literally hung open. I didn’t cover myself. I stood there, hands on my hips, letting them drink in the sight of my wet cunt, my hard nipples, the sweat running down my stomach. “Hi,” I said, casual as hell.

They just… stared. Then one mumbled “Fuck” and they all turned and walked back out, the door swinging shut behind them.

I stood there alone, laughing to myself. They didn’t do anything. But I loved it—the shock, the power, the slutty thrill of being fully naked in a men’s locker room, watching them walk away because they couldn’t handle it. I got dressed slowly, still buzzing.

Felt so fucking good. Definitely doing that again.

PS: I've posted my pictures in this dress. Took it before going to the gym:) let me know what you think about my look!

I’m 19F from India. Last month was our college fresher party. I wore a black bodycon dress that ended just above my thighs. I felt hot. Got a lot of compliments, especially from seniors.

During the dance, things got wild. Seniors passed me around. Hands everywhere.. on my waist, my ass, between my legs. I was nervous but also excited. Then this huge South Indian guy, older than a student, pulled me outside into a dark corner.

He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed my waist and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I melted. I kissed him back, pressed against his body. He grabbed me for a while, his hands squeezing my tits, my ass hard. I was soaking wet.

Then he pushed me down to my knees. Before I realised, his cock was right in front of my face. He slowly pushed my head towards it. I opened my mouth and took him in. I licked and sucked, tasting salt and skin. His hand guided my head, making me go deeper. I felt him throb. He came in my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, so I swallowed.

Then he called another guy. Same thing. They took turns in my mouth. I gagged but kept going. Both finished inside me, and I swallowed again.

Then they left. Just walked away. I sat there alone, knees dirty, dress wrinkled, mouth full of their taste. I never saw him again.

I still get wet thinking about it. My first real sexual experience of being used by strangers.

PS: I've posted pictures of myself in that dress from that night. Let me know your thoughts about the dress in the comments there.