"Actually dad, I'm not feeling so well. I, ah, wanted to tell Martha not to make dinner actually. I think I'm just going to go to my room and sleep it off okay?" Jen said, trying to end the talk quickly, as her insides stretched to accommodate the shaft that had penetrated her in the middle of her conversation.
"Oh, well now that you mention it, your voice does sound a little shaky. Homecoming game is next week, we can't have you catching a flu now, can we?" Her father said while laying his hand on her forehead. "Hmm, your forehead is clammy, if you need to stay home tomorrow to recover, you should." He continued, looking straight at her while putting his hands on her shoulders. Meanwhile, the penis withdrew and began to pound Jennifer's defenseless cunt as she blurted out a "OK-I-might-thanks-dad!" and ran to her room.
Shutting the door behind her, she slumped onto the ground as she felt an anonymous stranger's dick use her most private of places as a sex toy. Nononono...why did they (ohhh...) have to fire her TODAY of (oh!) all days? My vagina could be (ah!) anywhere now... thought Jen as she continued to feel her hole get used. Tears fell from her eyes and she began to sob as her blush deepened, her unwanted arousal making her pussy more lubricated, which in turn made it effortless to penetrate even though Jen's legs were tightly scrunched together as she leaned on the door.
Jen finally gathered the strength to start crawling towards her bed as her pussy's new owner began to thrust more fiercely, bottoming out twice a second as she spotted a note on her dresser. Through wet eyes, she read the note as the penis approached orgasm.
Dear Jennifer,
How are you feeling? :) By now I'm long-gone, and so is your cunt. Consider this revenge. I know your attention is probably focused between your legs (what else is new?), but let's go over my plan for your nipples first. I always HATED how you would walk all over me just because you had money, so for that I'm going to put your nipples are going inside my favorite pair of shoes so I'LL be walking over YOU whenever I'm out living my non-existent life. For your jerkass dad firing me despite my earnest efforts to serve your family, I think your parting gift to me will enter into my service. HOW it will service me, that's for me to know. Maybe I'm lending this "ultra-realistic one-of-a-kind sex toy" to my male friends as a way to curry favor and make money. Huh, would that make me your pimp? But maybe instead I'm offering test rides to prospective buyers, because I think I at least owe you enough to not sell your pussy for cheap! Or maybe I disregarded any financial reward to achieve my revenge, and your pussy now matches your reputation as a fixture of the boy's locker room! Not YOUR school's locker room, of course, but one in the area. Oh, like the team your school will be playing for homecoming! What a twist that would be!
Or it could be none of these, like I said it's for me to know and you to find out, hopefully for you anyway if you ever want to have control over your literal cocksleeve again. I'll tell you this for certain though; Because your family couldn't even deign to pay me in full for my hours worked, I've lost the lease for my apartment as of today. Meaning I'm going to have to rely on the kindness of my friends, most of whom live out of town. So your nipples at least will be counties over. But there's still hope for your pussy, after all I don't want it stinking up the car ride on the way there. I'd rather us both be free of that thing, haha! So you might be able to find where I left it if you try to discern patterns of when you're used and such. Regardless, hope you like dick in your puss because it's potentially open to anyone in town now! Have a great life Jen, and thanks for the financial opportunity this job afforded me!
Good hunting ;)
Martha
With wide eyes Jen read and re-read the letter in disbelief as she felt the first ejaculation into her cursed vagina. After a few times, she realized she had a few leads to follow but nothing that definitively told her where her sex was located. For now, she would simply have to get used to having a public-use pussy until she could locate it. This literally can't get any worse. thought Jen bitterly as she felt her formerly-private flower get rinsed out with a faucet or shower like a sex toy. This was followed by the feeling of....cotton against the back of her vagina (which was a weird feeling) and the penis inserting itself again. Unlike last time however, this time the penis bottomed out inside Jen and sat inert. Cotton in back and dick from the front....wait, is he WEARING ME?!? Jen couldn't believe that the core of her femininity had been reduced to being a boner-hider in some man's briefs. NOW things can't get any worse as Jen, letting out a shuddering sigh in resignation, gathered her towel and prepared to head to the shower.
Suddenly, she felt more fabric pressing on her nipples and sliding slightly in a rhythmic fashion. Of course she's going to wear me tonight..., Martha sending a reminder that her pussy isn't the only thing Jen lost.