Summer of Submitting

Chapter Twelve: Evolution

With a bit of help from a few of these men I started to be able to meet up outside of the Saturdays, men being men they figured out bullet proof plans and excuses for me to use so that I could use to get out and meet them without any question from my family. Men will figure out the most complex solutions if it leads to them getting their end away. I guarantee if all the sluts in the world closed their legs (me included) until world hunger was solved, horny old men would have it solved in a fortnight.

Those nights almost blur into one for me, it would always start with walking down to a pick up point, local Sainsbury's car park near my house (couldn't risk these guys knowing exactly where I lived, what if they got desperate and came over for a booty call to my family's house?). I'd spot the car under a yellowing streetlight in the dead of night, sometimes it was a family car, sometimes a flashy car but there was always an intense middle aged man behind the wheel looking around in anticipation.

My favourite moment were the butterflies that hit the bottom of my stomach once they caught eyes on me, knowing they were about to have a good time at my expense. I'd get in, sometimes a peck on the cheek, sometimes a firm hand grabbing my thigh and then we'd be off to who knows where. Some nights It was on empty car park, a country road lane others, I preferred when we headed back to their flat or house because it felt like we had time to really explore; as opposed to looking over his shoulder while I blew him.

But whatever they wanted I would work around, I had to, that was my job. I make them cum whatever is necessary. It's in these nights that my education truly began. Figuring what men liked, and more importantly what they didn't. Arch your back more, spit on it, push back on it, move your hips like this, tell me how much you want it and don't spit allows swallow. Some guys were more patient than others, and looking back I preferred the aggressive guys, they knew what they wanted and what was going to make them cum, so I had to learn very quickly.

The best lesson I learnt was that it's not enough to be a pillow princess, you can be just a hole to fuck and a mouth to cum in but that isn't going to make a guy want you unless it's a booty call. You have to work for it. One memorable night after one guy came an ungodly amount in my mouth I instinctively leaned over and let it dribble out, he was so appalled and made me lick it up, burying my face in it (seriously). Lesson learnt.

Eventually I started getting away multiple times a week to meet up with a different guy most nights. The most fun were the group nights, a couple of guys who were messaging me privately knew each other (figures) and they introduce me to spit roasting.

Undoubtably some of the most fun I've had since is being between two hairy, sweaty men grunting both ends of me, with one is plowing my from behind while the other is fucking my mouth. It also always turned me on how happy they were with themselves, I loved bringing that pleasure, they would laugh and joke during and high five, they couldn't believe their luck, boys with their toys.

One of the more extreme members on the site cleared up for me what `going beast' meant. He gained unprecedented admiration from all members on the site for seemingly unspoken reasons (I later found out why). He didn't seem to have any direct friends, but once we met it clicked. One of the more interesting and eye opening experiences of my life, and a man I'll never forget. A story for another time.

And the Saturday meet ups became a genuine thing to my surprise. It wasn't every Saturday but maybe once a month I would sneak back to the equipment cupboard to find a guy smoking a cigarette waiting, or pacing around making sure it was the right place.

When it was the right Saturday more time than not when it was more than one guy from the same team that would make the journey back to the shed. Figures, they all must talk and the ones who have similar interests would have been on the site. The door would close on the equipment shed and before I knew it their belt buckled whites would be around their ankles and I would be on my knees with a meaty cock in my mouth, spit running down my chin onto their big hairy balls. Or I was sneaking into another car to be bent over and bred.

I started to lose track of who was who on the site in relation to who I'd met from the site so I had to begin a list of names and characteristics. Big penis, small penis, smelly, clean, hairy, smooth, quick to finish or hard to please, rough or very rough, were they from cricket or from a week night. It also helped when there was a bit of boasting that night on the group chat, then I could add their username to my notes.

By this point I had gotten very good at being a bottom, sure men have individual kinks they enjoy and idiosyncrasies to how they want to cum but they're all one and the same if you know what you're doing. They just want to fuck something, to dominate and hurt a little (admit it), if you can add a whimper here and a bit of begging there with some puppy eyes and some good hip or tongue work they're finished, literally...

I had finally reached the potential I'd always dreamed of, getting fucked multiple times a week, getting into the car of an almost stranger every time. The anticipation, slight fear and exhilaration of being helpless and without escape until this man next to me had cum brought excitement every single time. I felt like all my dreams had come true every night.

But back to my new masters, Steven and Derek, they weren't done with me, in fact quite the opposite. The main chat actually came up with some of the most extreme things I've ever had to do. It became a game to them and I loved watching it play out in real time.

At least once a week we'd all log on to the group chat and they'd discuss `long and short term goals' for me, in front of me. I had to sit back and watch as they discussed the short term goal i.e what they wanted to me to do that night for them, either a film or on camera live. And then long term goals, what they wanted from me from the next meet up. Maybe it was this outfit, or using this toy, or how many of them could get involved. There were a number of crazy, perverted ideas being thrown about continuously and my mind raced when something new and unexpected was thrown into the mix. And I had no choice in the matter, only to speak when instructed to, and to stay silent when the masters gave the signal.

I loved the choice being taken away from me, they were clever like that. It was never a question, it was what should Sammy do tonight' okay it's settled, Sammy get to work'. Sometimes it was challenging but always fun to attempt new perverse experiments and watch the enjoyment it brought. And even more impressive is they always knew how far to push it, the really extreme stuff Steven and Derek would immediately overrule because it wouldn't have been fun or hot, honestly. I guess they knew if they pushed me too far I would reject it, they knew they had a good thing going.

When the first `long term goal' was decided on I couldn't have been more excited. Like I mentioned by this point I met up with a lot of guys and the group was so good at reeling me back in with new experiences.

It was wittingly (and accurately) titled `The Group Project'.

I was bought a school girl outfit complete with stockings and given a list of instructions.

1. Wear it under your normal clothes, and wear no underwear.

2. A taxi will pick you up at 7:00pm to arrive at an apartment in town.

3. Once you arrive to the apartment, let yourself in.

4. There will be a blindfold on the shoe rack, undress to the outfit and put the blindfold on.

5. Wait on your knees in with your hands turned upwards placed on your knees until someone comes to get you.

It was the night of a Champions League final and I was going to be the post match entertainment.