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The fourth and final part. Please see part one for content warnings and tags. Enjoy!
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ADMIN.MONTH 12
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Toni fucked five more men over the next two months.
She did get better at faking her orgasms, especially after the third man. She’d brought that one back to her apartment, and he’d insisted on licking inside her and then sucking her clit for absolutely ages, unconvinced by her attempts to fake her satisfaction, until she’d been at risk of ruining even with her sensitivity turned almost all the way down.
When she’d finally convinced him that she was tired of being eaten out, she had been so worked up that the first slide of his cock into her twitching cunt had set her off, making her groan and shake and whine as he had unknowingly fucked her through multiple overstimulated, painful ruins, leaving her exhausted and fucked-out and still desperately, frustratingly horny.
After that, Toni had practiced her fake orgasms until they were convincing. Admin thought that was funny; he let her know that he’d kept recordings of it.
Admin had her doing more in public, too. Three of her encounters with men were in alleys, and he made her ride the bus to and from bars for them, leaving her to decide between standing up with her own fluids dripping down the inside of her thighs or to sit and risk being stimulated and even ruined by the vibration of the engine again.
He also gave her assignments. Every other weekend or so, she had to go out with the dildo in her bag and find somewhere–a public restroom, a changing room, behind a dumpster–where she would be required to slide the toy up inside of herself and then fuck herself and sometimes rub her clit, edging over and over until Admin told her she was allowed to stop.
On weekdays, she was sometimes required to wear a harness he’d bought her that held the toy in place inside her, walking around the neighborhood or even attending class with her pussy squeezing and throbbing around it.
Admin would bombard her with messages during these tasks, telling Toni how good and obedient she was, what a good cock-sleeve, a good whore, letting him use her whenever he wanted.
She was wet all the time, desperate to touch herself, desperate to be filled. When she spread her legs in front of the mirror and fucked herself with the toy–watching, of course, for Admin’s entertainment–she could see how her hole gaped open, pink and inviting, like her body had decided she was too stupid to figure out how to satisfy herself and was trying to draw in a man to take care of her needs.
Toni tried to focus on other things in her life, when she could. Schoolwork, going out with friends. But Admin was always there, and her aching pussy was always there, too, and she was rapidly reaching a point where, no matter what else she was doing, some part of her was always thinking about how badly she wanted to come.
From the moment she woke in the morning–swimming her way out of filthy, unsatisfying dreams–to the moment she fell asleep at night–sweating and restless in her bed after helplessly edging herself to exhaustion–she was thinking about coming. She was remembering that one mind-blowing orgasm in the shower; regretting the orgasm she’d missed out on by freezing up in the park; envying the satisfaction of the women in the porn clips Admin made her watch.
She was replaying in her mind the sounds from the men she’d had encounters with, the grunts and moans and exclamations as they reached their own climax, finding the pleasure that she was denied.
The frustration was exquisite. The need inside of her was urgent. Even when Admin wasn’t bothering her, when she was just sitting in class, trying to do her work, some part of her mind was obsessing over how badly she wanted to just stand up and scream, to beg for relief, because she didn’t know how she could stand another day of this.
There was pain, too. Not just the general discomfort of denial, but a real, physical cramping that started to come with the edges; she couldn’t tell if it was just the intensity of her body’s frustration, or if she was so close that she was having tiny orgasms, tiny ruins, even when she thought she hadn’t gone over.
The pain probably should have scared her, or maybe pissed her off. Instead, it left her feeling even more pathetically desperate, made her cry and whimper and beg Admin for mecy.
He reassured her, in his own way:
_Just keep your eyes on the prize, missy.
_You’re so cute, crying and begging like that, telling me you’re so cock-hungry that it hurts.
_But I’ll get tired of it soon enough. You’ll be cute when you finally explode, too. I bet you’ll sound like an animal.
_I’ve been thinking about it. How I’ll let you come.
_Maybe I’ll make you get on a long bus ride, and give you until the end of the route to get off.
_You’ll have to use my cock, of course.
_Or I’ll make you squat in a back alley and fuck yourself next to a dumpster. You’re getting used to that, right?
_You’ll scream so loud that people will think you’re being murdered.
_That would be rough for you, if I picked an alley on your college campus.
“Please, please,” Toni begged senselessly, sobbing and cramping around the dildo she was vigorously thrusting into her cunt as Admin’s messages washed over her. “Anything, anything, please, I need it, I need it, it hurts, oh, God, please!”
_Soon.
_For now, keep on begging, missy.
***
True to his word, it was only a week later, on a Friday evening, that Admin messaged her instructions:
_Get the harness.
_We’re going to play a new game tonight, missy.
_If you do well, you’ll get to come your little slut brains out on my cock.
Toni gasped and scrambled for the dildo and the harness. As she worked the toy into her hungry, hyper-sensitive pussy, needy little whimpers fell from her lips; she was too focused on the promise of orgasm to be embarrassed.
Once the cock was fully seated inside her and she was clipping the harness into place around her thighs and hips, Admin messaged her again, this time with a set of rules:
_1. You have 45 minutes from when I start the clock.
_2. Point values: 1 POINT for a handjob. 2 POINTS for a blowjob. 5 POINTS for anal. Vaginal sex is not permitted; DO NOT remove my cock from your cunt.
_3. Point multipliers: x2 POINTS if your tits are out. x3 POINTS for tits and ass both exposed. x3 POINTS for a public or semi-public location. x2 points for NO CONDOM – semen must spill on or in you. x2 points for EACH person ACTIVELY WATCHING or for SIMULTANEOUS PARTICIPANTS. x2 points if you ask for a review and are told you provided FIVE STAR SERVICE.
_4. Points are awarded when you begin engaging in the act, but will be retracted if you do not bring your partner to completion.
_5. Once you reach 100 points, I will turn off the orgasm block. You will have until the time runs out to come as many times as you can, however you like, as long as my cock stays inside you.
“One–One hundred points?” Toni stuttered, stunned. “But–“
_No negotiation.
The timer flashed up on her display. 45:00.
_I suggest you get dressed and start planning where you’re going to go.
Toni dug through her clothes, grabbing the short skirt and thigh-high-sock combo that she’d discovered got her a lot of attention at the bars Admin liked to send her to. For the sake of expediency, she went with no bra and a low-cut shirt, along with basic cotton panties that she could pull down easily enough. She grabbed her smallest purse, not wanting to lose track of it, and tossed in lube and condoms and her ID.
_Looks like you’re ready. Time starts now.
“Wait–” Toni begged, then whined when the timer ticked down to 44:59. “Fuck.”
_Get going, missy.
She hurried out of her apartment.
The bus stop was a block away. When she arrived, there was a man already seated on the bench, waiting for the bus too; she perched herself at the far end of the bench, hoping it wasn’t obvious from how she was walking that she had a dildo wedged up inside her.
She had a vague plan to head to a bar she’d been to a few times before, which had another bar within walking distance. It was going to be busy on a Friday, which meant there would be a lot of men to–to earn points from, but would make it harder to get the semi-public multiplier–although if there were big crowds, it was unlikely that she would get personally recognized, so maybe…
The guy sitting at the other end of the bench leaned to the side, blatantly checking out how Toni’s breasts were barely contained by her shirt.
She flushed and turned away a bit, then checked the time. Five minutes until the bus would arrive, and that was if it was even on time.
43:30, said the timer.
Toni glanced over at the guy, and he looked away quickly, as if he hadn’t been looking. A flash of simultaneous nerves and heat shot through her as she thought about what she was about to do.
She couldn’t afford to just sit here, right? Wasting time? Not if there was an opportunity to–to–
“D’you-wanna-comy-tits,” she blurted in a rush.
The man stared at her again, a bit of alarm in his expression now. “Sorry?”
Toni took a breath and forced herself to slow down. “Do you want to come on my tits?”
_That’s a good start.
_Feeling pretty motivated, there, missy?
Toni flushed under the combined embarrassment of Admin’s messages popping up in her view and the man staring at her as if she’d grown two heads.
“Sorry,” the guy said slowly, “I don’t think I heard you right–“
Toni yanked her shirt down so that her breasts popped out through the neckline.
The man’s eyes practically bugged out of his head.
“Do you want,” she said carefully, “A handjob, and you can come on my tits. Right now. Before the bus gets here.”
“Uh,” the man stammered, glancing around the street quickly, which was dark and empty–for now. “I, uh. You really–?”
“Yes, I really, really want to.”
“Well–yeah. Okay, yeah, sure,” he said, glancing around one more time as if looking for a hidden camera, and then he slid down the bench towards her.
Toni started to slide along to meet him, but then realized that left her more exposed, out of the corner of the bus stop shelter, so she slid back again and gestured for him to come meet her. As soon as his thigh pressed against hers, she reached over and unzipped his pants, fishing out his half-hard cock.
“Jesus,” the man grunted as she wrapped her hand around him. “You’re some kind of freak or what?”
“Yeah,” she said, because it was the simplest explanation. She let go of his cock for a moment to spit into her hand, then started to stroke him, gasping eagerly when he grew hard in her palm and new numbers started to pop up on her feed, below the timer.
42:27
HANDJOB, TITS OUT, PUBLIC, NO CONDOM
1 BASE POINTS x 2 MULTIPLIER x 3 MULTIPLIER x 2 MULTIPLIER – 12 POINTS AWARDED
12 / 100 POINTS EARNED
“Yeah,” Toni gasped again, her cunt throbbing around the dildo stuffing it as she saw the points adding up. “Fuck. Yes. Um–you like it? Is this good, do you like it?”
“Uh, yeah,” the guy said, sounding a bit nervous, but he seemed to be getting more into it now. “Can I touch ’em?”
“Touch–oh. Um. Yes, sure,” Toni said, then moaned as he immediately went for a nipple-pinch that made her squirm on the bench. “Fuck. Oh, that’s–mmm.”
“You getting off on this?” the guy asked, sounding faintly amazed. He mashed his other hand into her other breast, massaging it. “These are nice fuckin’ tits you got, m’am.”
“Thank you,” Toni said, and groaned as she felt his cock twitching in her hand. “Oh, shit, are you close? Come on, yes, come on my tits, do it, do it–” she tightened her grip, stroking faster, and the man groaned and squeezed her breast and then shot off in her hand, painting her exposed breasts as he jerked up into her hand.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he gasped, breathing hard. “Oh, shit, that was–Jesus.”
_Good girl, missy. Sounds like he’s pretty satisfied. Don’t forget to ask for a review.
“It was good? Would you, um, what would you rate my service? Out of five stars?” Toni stammered.
“Uh.” The man stared at her, dazed. “Five out of five. For sure. Oh, shit, the bus–“
41:43
HANDJOB, TITS OUT, PUBLIC, NO CONDOM, 5 STAR SERVICE
1 BASE POINTS x 2 MULTIPLIER x 3 MULTIPLIER x 2 MULTIPLIER x 2 MULTIPLIER – 24 POINTS AWARDED
24 / 100 POINTS EARNED
“Yes!” Toni squeaked. Almost a quarter of the points she needed already. “Thank you! Oh, shit, yeah, the bus,” she looked around as she heard the bus brakes squealing.
The man tucked himself back into his pants hurriedly, and Toni started to push her breasts back in, then realized she would end up with come mashed into the inside of her shirt. She didn’t have any napkins in her purse–
_You’ll be in bad shape if you miss that bus.
Toni bit back an anxious whimper, then scooped up the semen with her hand and licked it off, hurriedly cleaning herself as much as she could, turned away from the bus enough that she hoped the people inside couldn’t see what she was doing or that her nipples were hanging in the breeze.
_There you go. That’s what I call ingenuity.
She quickly stuffed her sticky tits back into her shirt and managed to follow the man onto the bus. He went to the back, carefully not looking at her, and she stayed at the front, standing despite the ample seats open.
Her pussy twitched and clenched around the toy lodged inside it. Her mind was fixated on the memory of the man’s satisfied moaning, a whisper of the pleasure that she could earn for herself if she won Admin’s game.
The bus-ride passed in a blur. In front of her eyes, the timer counted down.
32:50
24 / 100 POINTS EARNED
By the time she finally got off the bus–one stop early–she’d lost ten minutes. She jogged the rest of the way to the first bar.
It was busy, as expected. She scanned the crowd for a minute or so before she identified a likely opportunity: a guy, around her own age, standing with a group of other guys but not quite engaging with them. He was hanging off to the side and watching the crowds.
Bingo.
She slid up next to him and pressed her hip against his. “Hey.”
He turned and stared at her. “Hello?”
“My name’s Toni. Want to come with me real quick?”
“Uh.” He glanced towards his friends, and one of them winked and gave him a thumbs up, making the others snicker. Another of his friends took his drink, and he turned back to look at Toni again. “I–yeah. Sure.”
She grabbed his hand and led him towards the back. There was a line for the two single-stall women’s restrooms, but one of the men’s was open, and she tugged him inside, locking the door. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated, staring at her. “What…are we doing in here?”
“How about a blowjob?”
“Uh,” he said, and then his eyes went wide as she dropped down on her knees. “Holy–you’re serious?”
“Yeah. I really want to suck someone off right now, and you look cute.”
“Okay,” he said, and then made another startled noise as she tugged her shirt down again, freeing her breasts. “Oh, shit.”
Toni smiled. “Yeah. They’re nice, right?” Apparently. The last guy had said so, anyway. “Come on, let’s see yours. We shouldn’t, um, hold up the bathroom too long.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, fumbling with his fly, and then his belt, like he’d forgotten he was wearing one.
Toni pulled a condom out of her bag and drew his cock out, stroking until it was hard enough to roll the condom on. He watched her do it like it was a magic trick he’d never seen a woman do before, and then–when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and pressed with her tongue–he groaned and dropped his head back against the bathroom door with a thunk.
“Mmm,” she hummed, then took him deeper into her mouth, sucking and stroking. With her other hand, she touched his balls gently to start with–but he didn’t seem too into that, and she quickly became distracted by her own exposed breasts, rubbing one of her nipples lightly and voicing little whimpers around his cock as the tantalizing feeling teased down into her pulsing cunt.
“Fuck. Fuck,” the guy gasped, rolling his hips. “Christ. Those sounds you’re making–“
Toni let out a long whine as the points began racking up in her display once more.
27:35
BLOWJOB, TITS OUT, PUBLIC
2 BASE POINTS x 2 MULTIPLIER x 3 MULTIPLIER = 12 POINTS AWARDED
36 / 100 POINTS EARNED
She sucked harder, squeezing gently with her hand around the root. She needed to get the five star service bonus. He liked the noises she was making, so–she moved her free hand to her other nipple, pinching and tugging at it, and then moaned heavily around his cock as her cunt fluttered in response, letting loose a bit of fluid that trickled down her thigh.
“Ugh,” he grunted. “Oh, fuck, wait, I’m gonna–gonna–fuck, oh fuck,” he grabbed her hair and hunched forward, his hips trembling with the apparent effort it took not to fuck her face as his cock started twitching and spending into the condom. She moaned her gratitude, sucking him hard through it. “Christ. Fuck.”
Just as he finished, there was a loud, authoritative knock on the door.
“Hey! Security! What’s going on in there?”
The guy jumped and pulled out of Toni’s mouth.
She tried to speak, but she choked a bit on the spit and had to cough before stammering, “I, wait, um, service–my service? How many stars?”
“Uh. Ten stars. Fantastic,” the guy babbled as he zipped up his pants. “Amazing. I think we’re in trouble, though.”
_Ten stars?
_I guess that counts.
_Don’t think you get double credit, though.
24:58
BLOWJOB, TITS OUT, PUBLIC, 5 STAR SERVICE
2 BASE POINTS x 2 MULTIPLIER x 3 MULTIPLIER x 2 MULTIPLIER = 24 POINTS AWARDED
48 / 100 POINTS EARNED
“Yes, thank you, thank you,” Toni groaned, squirming in place on the floor as her body squeezed down with a powerful throb in response to seeing almost half the points she needed already on the board.
Security pounded on the door again. “Break it up in there. I’m coming in if you don’t open this door.”
“Listen, I’m carrying, so I’m gonna, uh,” the guy said, gesturing over his shoulder at the little window near the ceiling.
“Um. Okay?”
The guy nodded, then turned and climbed up onto the toilet to start wriggling his way out of the window.
Toni stared, stunned. Admin seemed just as interested, because for a moment her feed cleared out entirely, giving an uninterrupted view of the guy sliding his skinny hips through the tiny gap.
His pants were still unzipped. A belt-loop caught on the window, and as he tumbled through to the other side, the pants stayed behind.
He yelped as he hit the pavement outside, and then yelled, “I’m okay! Come through, I’ll catch you!”
“I don’t think I’ll fit. It’s okay,” Toni assured him.
_I don’t know how HE fit.
The rest of the feed blinked back into view with Admin’s comment.
22:31
5 BONUS POINTS FOR DEFENESTRATION
53 / 100 POINTS EARNED
“Yes!” Toni gasped.
The bathroom door slammed open, revealing a very irritated-looking bouncer.
“No,” Toni gasped, then scrambled to her feet, looking around, but there was nowhere in the little bathroom for her to go. “Um. I–oh shoot.”
“Yeah,” the glowering bouncer muttered. “Oh shoot is right. Come with me, m’am.”
He hauled her to her feet and escorted her down the hall–past the line of people waiting for the bathroom, who were openly staring in curiosity, making her blush–and to a little office with SECURITY stenciled on the door.
When he opened the door and gestured for Toni to step inside, she froze.
“Um, wait–don’t you want me to leave? I can just leave, I want to cooperate–“
“Not so fast, girl. I’m gonna take a look through your things and see if you have any contraband material,” he informed her in a slow drawl, pressing at her shoulder until she reluctantly took a step into the office, which was around the same size as the bathroom had been. “And then I’m gonna put in a call to the police and make sure there’s no warrants out there with your name on ’em.”