Mahina Oneda, 19, but known to everyone as May, decided to call it a night. She wanted to get an early start, so she could visit the Tate Modern for her coursework. May quaffed the last inch of her Sauvignon Blanc and yawned her way from her sofa to her bedroom. She slipped out of her work clothes and unclipped her bra, releasing her enormous boobs. Moments later, she was snuggled under a warm duvet and was asleep in minutes.

She awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was tied, naked and spread-eagled, to a bed surrounded by leering men. In the dream, she was terrified but excited, knowing she was powerless and that they could do anything to her. May breathed several slow, deep breaths to calm herself. She exhaled softly, aware of the uncomfortable damp patch beneath her. She reached into her panties and felt between her legs, her fingers brushing over the stiff black hairs of her pubic mound. Sure enough, her pussy was dripping, and her panties were wet.

Her hands ran over her chest. Her nipples were hard, and her skin beaded with sweat. God, I so need to have sex! A month earlier, she had drunkenly let herself be seduced by a marketing exec at her office Christmas party. It had been a hurried, squalid affair in the hotel toilets, bent over and painfully deflowered from behind. The man had been brutal. Ever since, she had wanted to try again, but her drunken encounter made her painfully wary.

Her dream lingered, still perversely arousing. What would it feel like to be tied up like that? May grinned, picturing several men surrounding her, each taking their turn to fuck her, watched by the others, but details were scant due to her lack of experience. She shook her head in frustration. “I want to get laid,” she said out loud to the empty bedroom, but she worried that in her fantasies, there was always an audience. Do I really want people watching?

She lay in bed, imagining strong hands running over her buxom body as countless eyes watched in prurient fascination, until her phone alarm rang shortly after, at 6:30.

She shook her head. Why would I want an audience? She dismissed her lingering thoughts of dreams, sex and men, and smiled, anticipating the day ahead. Her demeaning job detracted from what promised to be a great day: a boring morning on reception, looking decorative and smiling nicely at the visitors. Then at lunchtime, the reason she was up so early: a five-minute stroll to the Tate Modern and the Picasso exhibition.

May caught her reflection on the way to the bathroom, naked except for her damp panties. Her nipples were still hard and erect, jutting proudly. She was proud of her huge, firm boobs. Her short, petite figure - 4’ 8”, with a tiny waist and big hips - accentuated their size. She nodded and ran her fingers through her long, dark, but dishevelled, hair. Yes, I'm worthy of an audience. Still, she worried about the dream. Do I really want to be tied up and helpless, to be used however a man desires? The famous, misogynistic Picasso quote sprang to mind. There are only two kinds of women: goddesses and doormats. Only a doormat would let herself be tied and bound, naked and utterly helpless. The trouble was, the idea excited her.

Thirty minutes later, she was dressed in her usual work attire: a white, silky blouse, a short, black pleated skirt, and high heels. Nothing too sexy, but enough to show off her tits and slim figure. She grinned, remembering her boss's words on her first day on reception. “Make sure you look sexy. But subtle, not trashy. That's what we're paying you for: a pretty, friendly face when clients walk in.”

May hated the demeaning job. Hot tottie behind a desk whose only task was to smile prettily, nothing more. But it paid well and would let her retake her Maths A-level in June without moving back in with her parents. She'd decided to study Modern Art as well, which more than made up for the tedium of maths.

Her usual thirty-minute commute from West Kensington to Blackfriars felt different today. Normally, she put in her earbuds and lost herself in music, ignoring everyone, like any regular London commuter. Today, she was acutely aware of the men surrounding her in the crowded rush-hour carriage, feeling their eyes undressing her. She proudly pushed back her shoulders. Let them stare.

The morning passed slowly, with a steady trickle of clients for the advertising firm approaching the desk, staring at her boobs as she smiled prettily and summoned their respective contacts. Finally, her relief - her friend Emily, who worked in sales - arrived.

“I don't know how you put up with it,” the slim blonde girl said. “All those ancient fogies ogling you.”

May shrugged and grinned. “It's what they pay me for, and some of them actually look me in the eye.”

Emily laughed, shaking her head at May's thrust-forward chest. “You're incorrigible. Get out of here, I can tell you can't wait to escape.”

May stood, and Emily replaced her behind the desk.

“See you in a couple of hours,” Emily called cheerfully as May scurried for the doors.

Five minutes later, she crossed Blackfriars Bridge and walked into the Tate Modern. She flashed her membership card at the reader and followed the signs for the Picasso exhibition.

She breezed through the exhibition, scarcely glancing at the paintings, until she reached her target, the iconic “Nude, Green Leaves and Bust.” She was always surprised at its scale. She took two paces backwards and was immediately struck by her dream. The naked woman in the painting was tied and bound, with a plant growing behind her, watched by a male bust with an implied hidden audience behind a shadowed curtain.

The parallels were striking, making May question her deepest desires. The soft background hum of tourist chatter filling the gallery amplified her inner tumult. Did she really want to be like that naked woman, head back, tied and bound? Her dream implied that she did. But do I really? May detested passive women, and the eventual suicide of Marie-Thérèse Walter, the painting’s model and Picasso's submissive mistress, was sobering. She shook her head and focused on the painting. The voyeuristic bust was perversely exciting, as was the suggested audience behind the shadowed curtain. The philodendron behind the woman confused her until she remembered its association with the nymph, Daphne. May smiled, knowing that, whatever other doubts she had about sex, she didn't want to be rescued from her lustful pursuers by being transformed into a laurel tree.

May stared, rapt, at the picture for an eternity, caught by the symbolism and the parallels with last night’s dream and her perverted fantasies. She jumped when a deep, male voice spoke behind her.

“So, which are you? Goddess or doormat?”

The famous quote flashed through her mind again. There are only two kinds of women: goddesses and doormats. May turned. “Neither,” she snapped angrily. “I have agency.”

The man laughed. “So you know the quote?”

Her anger faded, and she realised the man addressing her was astonishingly good-looking and elegantly dressed. She looked him up and down. The man was slim, dark-haired, with blue eyes, and in his late thirties.

He laughed again. “If you've finished checking me out, I'm Andrew.”

She suddenly realised the man's hand had been stretched out towards her for ages. She shook her head. “Sorry, you startled me, that's all.” She shook his hand. “Mahina. But everybody calls me May.” She sighed. “Of course, I know the quote, it’s famous: there are only two kinds of women.” She shook her head. “Such a dreadful misogynist.” But am I actually a doormat? The idea of being tied up and used aroused her.

They argued passionately for several minutes about the birth of cubism, symbolism, Picasso’s genius, abstraction, and his misogyny. The argument made her uncomfortable; so many points related to her own, very personal, and sexual questions. A goddess to be loved and cherished, or a doormat, tied up and abused? Their debate intensified, charged with sexual tension. Andrew stepped closer, making May keenly aware of the man's physical presence. Her eyes met his for a long, lingering moment. A smirk played on Andrew’s lips until she looked away, blushing. May knew he wanted to fuck her. She desperately wanted him to, but worried that letting him would prove she was a doormat, available to anyone assertive.

She smiled, realising that the painting, with its overt sexuality and all the questions that sexuality allowed, gave her a perfect opening. May giggled and nodded at the painting. “I dreamt that last night, you know?” She paused. “Naked, and tied up with an audience.”

Andrew grinned. “Really? Do you want to be tied up?”

May frowned. “I don’t know. Allowing myself to be tied up and helpless would show I’m just a doormat.” She thrust her chest out. “But I should be a goddess. What do you think?”

The good-looking man looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her crotch, then her chest, and finally her face. He shook his head, grinning. “Lovely. Not goddess material but definite nymph potential.”

“I’m certainly not Daphne,” May said. She giggled. “I’d let my pursuer catch me.”

The man looked her up and down, leering. “Really?”

May laughed. “Of course.” She gestured at the bust. “Picasso loved younger women, but I don’t know if I like older men.” She stared for a moment at the handsome man’s crotch and smiled. “I think I do.”

Andrew stood there, staring at her, with his hands on his hips. “Go on, keep going, this is fascinating.”

May paused thoughtfully. Max, the man who had inconsiderately deflowered her, had clearly just used her for sex. Again, she pointed. “My biggest question is the same as hers: do I want to be a sex object to be used and discarded or a goddess to be loved and worshipped?” She grinned. “Pablo would definitely use and objectify me.” She pressed her hands to her chest again. “He had a thing for boobs.” She looked into Andrew’s blue eyes. “What about you?”

The man leered at her chest. “Me too.” He gestured at the painting. “You know it’s based on a bondage photo, don’t you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“By Man Ray. He was obsessed with the power that tying women up bestowed.”

May nodded. “I shouldn’t want to be tied up and used. But the idea is exciting.”

“You want to be objectified like that?”

“I shouldn’t,” she said uncertainly. She smiled. “But I want to know what it feels like.” She looked around and spotted a discreet door labelled “Private. Staff Only.”

She pointed and grabbed Andrew’s hand. “Come on. Hopefully, there’ll be no one around.” She leered at his crotch. “Then you can properly objectify me.”

Andrew nodded and grinned. She led him quietly through the door. Beyond was a short corridor with two doors on each side. All were locked, except one. That final door clicked open, revealing a dark storeroom. She found the light switch. The room was lined with shelves. On the left was one deep shelf, totally empty. On the right, the shelves were filled with cleaning products. Mops and buckets were against the far wall.

Andrew’s hand propelled her into the room, and then turned her to face him. His head bent forward, and he kissed her briefly on the lips. Andrew glanced behind him at the open door. “What if someone comes?”

May giggled, remembering her fantasies of being watched by strangers. “I don’t care. Let them watch.”

But now that they were alone, May was suddenly terrified. What if it's like my first time? She lowered her gaze and shook her head slowly. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she said quietly.

Andrew laughed lewdly. “Eyes down and head bowed like that, you look like a timid doormat.” He chuckled. “You can always leave, but let’s see if you’ll follow orders.” He paused. “On your knees, girl,” he demanded, sternly.

May instinctively dropped to her knees, immediately regretting it, but aroused by the obvious erection in front of her, tenting his trousers. She lifted her head and stared angrily at Andrew.

Andrew laughed cruelly. “Thought so. Now suck my dick.”

May dropped her head, once again shaking it slowly. She had never sucked a dick, though the thought excited her. “I can’t,” she whispered.

Andrew’s strong fingers lifted her chin so she saw his stern face looming over her. “You will. Undo my trousers.”

That I can do! She reached forward and unbuckled the man’s belt. She struggled briefly with the fastening, but soon had the zip pulled down. Her left hand reached for Andrew’s crotch, but she hesitated with her fingers mere inches away from his boxer shorts. Damn, I am a doormat, obeying his every command! She had only seen one dick in real life, and had barely touched it, stroking it briefly before it so viciously slammed into her virgin pussy. May wanted desperately to see the man’s cock, but couldn’t quite bring herself to reach out of her own volition. Instead, she looked up at Andrew. “Must I?” she asked, hoping for the inevitable order.

Andrew nodded. “Oh, get on with it. Pull down my trousers and then my shorts.”

The man sounded exasperated, but May was delighted. It was so much easier when she had no choice. She tugged at his undone trousers, which dropped around his ankles. Her hands grabbed his grey boxer shorts and tugged again, but his obvious erection was caught in the waistband.

“Don't be shy, girl, reach in and release it.”

Her left hand crept inside and grasped his hot, rigid shaft as her right hand tugged at the shorts. May gasped when she saw his uncircumcised dick emerge, grasped in her small hand, her fingers not meeting. He was much bigger than her only other experience. The boxer shorts had now joined his trousers around his ankles. She couldn't help herself, and slowly wanked his shaft, amazed by how hot it felt and mesmerised by the movement of his foreskin.

“Pull back my foreskin,” Andrew ordered.

Her hand pulled hard on his shaft, and she watched fascinated and appalled as his shiny glans was revealed. It took more effort than she expected, but soon, his whole tip was exposed.

“Now suck it. Put it in your mouth.”

May leaned forward with her mouth open, but when the tip of her tongue touched his hot tip, her head jerked backwards. “I can't.”

“You will. Try again.”

Grateful for the order, she leaned forward. This time, the glistening tip entered her mouth, grazing past her teeth. I’m such a doormat! With her mouth wide open, May pushed her head forward until Andrew’s dick reached her tonsils and she coughed, gagging. She tried to pull back, but strong hands held her there with the rigid cock tickling her throat.

“Close your mouth and bob your head.”

May obeyed and slowly bobbed her head, the hands behind her head preventing her from pulling back fully. After a few tentative moments, May thought she had the hang of it, and the dick slid smoothly in and out between her lips as her head moved.

Andrew sighed. “Keep going.”

She smiled to herself. It wasn’t difficult, and the man was clearly loving it. Her left hand grasped his shaft and moved up and down, following the movements of her head.

Andrew was moaning softly now. “Oh yes, perfect.”

May redoubled her efforts. Soon, the moans were more urgent, until finally Andrew groaned, “I’m going to come.”

His hands once again prevented her from pulling back, as the rigid weapon in her mouth convulsed, jetting hot jizz into her mouth and down her throat, so much that May felt it running down her chin. The dick thrust repeatedly forward, grazing her tonsils and making her cough as it gushed wave after wave of spunk into her mouth. Finally, the eruption stopped. Andrew sighed in satisfaction, and his dick pulled out past her lips. “Good girl, now show me my cum.”

May ran her tongue around her sperm-filled mouth. It didn’t taste appalling. Then she dutifully obeyed, opening her mouth wide and tilting her head back. She was about to spit when a hand pushed her mouth closed. Andrew shook his head. “Swallow,” he ordered brusquely.

She thought about disobeying, but after a pause, she swallowed. It took two attempts to clear her mouth. Pleased with her efforts, she grinned and opened her mouth wide again.

“Very good. Such an obedient little slut. Now stand up so I can take a look at you.”

May got to her feet and stood rigid in front of him. “I'm not a slut.”

Andrew laughed. “Then leave.”

For a moment, she thought about it, but the prospect of the man's big dick inside her was too tempting, so May stood unresisting as Andrew slowly unbuttoned her cum-stained white blouse. When he reached the waistband, he pulled the blouse free, undid the last two buttons, then pushed it open and off her shoulders. “Magnificent,” he said as his right hand reached forward to fondle her prominent chest.

The hand rubbed over her bra, pressing hard against the fabric for a few moments. Andrew grinned. “I love big tits.”

May gasped when the hand reached into her left cup and lifted her firm breast until it rested on the bra with her hard nipple exposed. Her right boob quickly followed. The man sighed. “Ah, the firm flesh of youth.” His head bent forward, and he sucked her hard nipples in turn, his tongue and teeth toying playfully with them.

After a few moments, Andrew stood. “I should reward you for that blow job.” The man grasped her slender waist and effortlessly lifted the tiny girl onto the long, empty shelf, so her bum was perched near the edge, with her back supported by the wall, her knees together, and her legs dangling over the edge. “Show me your pussy,” he ordered.

May opened her mouth to protest, but, automatically, she rucked her tiny black skirt around her waist, exposing her frilly white panties. She looked up into Andrew’s eyes and smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Very pretty, but panties aren’t your pussy. Show me your pussy.”

May shook her head. “I don’t think I should.” But she still lifted her bum and pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing the black triangle of her sex.

Andrew guffawed. “Give me a proper look. Spread your legs for me.”

Unable to resist his commands, May wiggled her bum forward until it perched perilously close to the edge of the shelf. She let her panties fall to the floor and hooked her hands behind her knees. She spread her knees wide apart, exposing her neat black bush and hairy slit. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.

“You can always leave,” Andrew taunted.

May shook her head and watched his hand reach towards her pussy. She sighed when a finger massaged her clit and gasped when it pressed between her hairy lips and entered her moist secret garden.

The finger hooked inside her and started to frig her. It felt wonderful, far better than her dildo. May couldn’t drag her gaze from where the finger repeatedly penetrated her. A second finger joined the first, and she started moaning softly, watching as the two fingers rapidly frigged her tight vagina.

She was initially disappointed when Andrew leaned forward, obscuring her view, but then his tongue flicked against her clit, and she gasped in pleasure. Her arousal mounted quickly, and she was soon moaning loudly, with her hands holding Andrew in place.

An ecstatic eternity later, May screamed, and her hips bucked as she climaxed under the combined attention of tongue and hooked fingers. She felt her pussy gush. The tongue and fingers continued their intimate assault on her senses as she writhed and bucked beneath them, only stopping when her shuddering subsided.

She stared into Andrew’s blue eyes and exhaled in one long, satisfied sigh. “That felt incredible.”

His lips were wet from her juices, and more dribbled down his chin. He leered. “Now, I'm going to fuck you, you little whore.”

There was no uncertainty in his tone. Her hands were still hooked behind her wide-spread knees. May realised that her exposed and dripping pussy was level with the man’s waving erection. She felt her pussy dampen in anticipation. Her hands pulled at her knees, spreading them as wide as she could manage. I shouldn’t be doing this! But May could hardly wait to feel his dick inside her. “Please, be gentle,” she whimpered, trying to wrest back some semblance of control.

Andrew merely laughed. His right hand grasped his shaft and rubbed his glans up and down her hairy, dripping slit, pressing it slightly between her outer lips. Suddenly, the rigid weapon pushed into her tight entrance, not stopping its slow, inexorable advance until it was balls-deep.

May gasped as the dick distended her cunt almost to bursting point. “I feel ever so full.” She gasped again as the rigid monster slowly withdrew and pushed back inside her. “That feels wonderful,” she moaned softly.

She closed her eyes and revelled in the repeated, delicious feelings as Andrew’s hot, rigid weapon slowly shafted her. Suddenly, his hands grasped her calves, lifting them so her legs were straight. The hands forced her knees even wider. She felt his wiry pubes scratch against her groin each time the pork sword thrust into her. May savoured her cunt's slow, repeated dilations, knowing it was gushing with arousal. After a minute of this glorious, gentle stimulation, Andrew’s strong hands, still clasping her calves, moved her legs together so her feet were over his shoulders.

His hands grasped her upper thighs and pulled her bum towards him, so her back slid down over the edge of the shelf until it pressed hard into the middle of her back. She gripped the edge of the shelf in panic, supporting her weight on her lower arms. A shadow flickered in the corridor outside. “Really?” May gasped. “I'm going to fall. Don’t let me fall.”

Andrew just grinned and moved his hands behind her neck, forcing her head forward and her thighs closer together. The huge dick embedded in her pussy now pistoned rapidly in and out, pushing ball-deep into her tight minge. It felt fantastic. May moaned with pleasure, staring into Andrew’s lustful eyes that were mere inches in front of her. Her arousal quickly mounted, and May panted and groaned as she watched his rigid cock slide repeatedly into her tight, dripping twat. She had never felt anything so wonderful; each time the fat, rigid weapon plunged into her cunt, she felt as if she was about to burst. It's just incredible! May lifted her gaze and stared into Andrew’s blue eyes as his dick pistoned smoothly in and out of her pussy, feeling her arousal grow. “Harder,” she ordered loudly, surprised at her own assertiveness.

Andrew laughed. “As you command,” he said, suppressing his laughter.

The dick withdrew fully from her dripping teenage cunt and then slammed back inside, brutally hard, pressing her back against the hard edge of the shelf. She didn’t care; the ecstasy of each vicious thrust drowned out any discomfort. “Yes, again!”

She closed her eyes and focused on the intense pleasure she felt, feeling her climax approach with each brutal thrust. A wave of ecstasy swept through her, and she felt her pussy clamp around the invasive dick. Her body quivered as the massive weapon pounded into her, even as she shuddered and groaned; she had never felt anything so intense. After what felt like an eternity, her orgasm subsided, and May exhaled a long, satiated breath.

Andrew’s rigid boner slammed into her once more, pausing hilt-deep as the man leaned forward to kiss her, his tongue probing between her firmly closed lips. He pulled back, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you enjoy that?” he asked softly.

May laughed. “I loved it. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

The man grinned. “Then let me kiss you properly.”

With his rigid dick still embedded deep inside her, he leaned forward again. This time, when the tongue probed at her lips, May opened her mouth and let his tongue probe between her teeth. “Better, but you need practice,” he said when they broke. “Have you never kissed before?”

May blushed and shook her head. She grinned. “Make me come again.”

Andrew laughed. “At your command.”

His stiff, glistening dick withdrew from her dripping pussy. As Andrew stood upright, May noticed movement behind him - a face peering around the edge of the storeroom door. She felt her pussy clench in excitement.

Andrew’s strong hands grasped her by the waist and lifted her down from the shelf. “From behind, I think,” he said.

May almost protested, remembering her brutal defloration, and knowing she wouldn’t be able to see her voyeur. He won’t be like that. She smiled. “I’d like to try that.”

“Turn around and bend over.”

May meekly nodded, now accustomed to following his orders. It wasn’t her fault if he made her do terrible, lewd things. She turned, bent over at the waist and grasped the edge of the shelf. She felt his hands run gently over her arse cheeks, and then spread them apart.

“Your bum is fantastic. Another time, I'd love to invade your arse, but not today.”

May was appalled and relieved. She had never considered anal sex - it was far too disgusting. But now, the idea perversely intrigued her and she wondered if she would ever try. His hot dick rubbed up and down her hairy slit, making her gasp, interrupting her erotic musings. The tip pushed between her outer lips, and May felt every delicious inch distend her minge as the rigid boner pushed slowly into her wet cunt. The contrast from her drunken defloration couldn’t have been greater; this felt incredible. May sighed in satisfaction as Andrew’s groin pressed against her backside.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

May just moaned softly. Hands gripped her hips, and the mammoth invader slowly pistoned in and out, quickly arousing her. She sighed with pleasure each time the rampant cock pushed home. Knowing someone was watching added to the frisson, and as Andrew increased the pace, her soft sighs quickly became loud squeals. Soon, the dick slammed brutally hard into her wet twat, with an audible slap each time his groin met her arse. Behind her, Andrew moaned with the effort, grunting each time his stiff pole slammed home. May decided she loved being fucked hard, the harder the better, and hoped her voyeur enjoyed the pounding as much as she did. That thought of her watcher tipped her over the edge. May screamed in delight as waves of pleasure again coursed through her, centred on her cunt, which clamped hard around the invader.

Andrew groaned. “I’m coming.”

May felt hot spunk fill her pussy as the hot weapon unloaded inside her. After a few more strokes, each depositing more spunk inside her, the dick paused balls-deep in her minge, and she felt Andrew’s weight against her back. His hands tweaked her bullet-like nipples as she felt jizz oozing down her inner thighs.

“That was great, not bad for a beginner,” Andrew said softly into her ear. He sighed. “But I have to go back to work.”

May was disappointed, hoping for another climax before she, too, returned to her demeaning job.

“Right, that's enough,” said a loud male voice behind her. Her voyeur! “I waited until you finished, but you have to leave. Now.”

May giggled, knowing the man had been watching for much longer, and that she’d fulfilled her desire for an audience. She felt Andrew’s dick leave her cunt, so she stood upright, pulled down her skirt, and turned.

Andrew, trousers still around his ankles, held the other man close, both fists clenched in the man's T-shirt. “Don’t you dare tell anyone,” Andrew said menacingly to the other man, who looked terrified.

It was her moment. May snatched her bag from the shelf, abandoning her panties on the floor, and slipped behind Andrew and into the service corridor. She ran as fast as her high heels would allow towards the door to the exhibition hall. She almost burst out into the hall, but remembered her dishevelled state. She paused, rearranged her bra so her tits were properly covered, and quickly buttoned her blouse, tucking it back into her skirt. She smoothed her long, dark hair and calmly pushed through the door into the exhibition. Fortunately, it was quiet, with no visitors or staff visible. In the ladies', she wiped the drying cum from her inner thighs, brushed her hair and checked herself in the mirror. Not too bad, she thought, glad her skirt just about covered her panty-less backside and pussy.

May grinned throughout the short walk back to her office. The visit had been a great success. She’d climaxed three times and had even had an audience, though she still hadn’t been tied up. This fantastic encounter had laid the ghost of her first awful experience, and May hoped her next sexual encounter would be even better. She sighed in satisfaction. She had loved following Andrew’s orders. But do I really want to be a doormat? Next time, I’ll be a goddess, she decided.

When she got back to reception, Emily looked her up and down, grinning. “What have you been up to? You look like you've just been fucked senseless.”

May just grinned.