Charlotte was lying on her bed, panting heavily. She was completely exhausted after fingering herself to three earthquake-like orgasms. As she was slowly coming down from the dopamine-induced high, she reflected on the past hours:

How much the paperback novel she read on the beach had turned her on. How she tried to soothe the horny little devil on her shoulder by jumping into the cool ocean. How a wave had tumbled her over and washed her ashore with her bikini slipped out of place, exposing one of her nipples and, even more embarrassingly, her teenage pussy.

The few seconds it took her to run up the stairs to her room as soon as she and her sister and parents had returned home, barely able to stand the all-encompassing feeling emanating from her pussy. She threw herself on the bed and didn’t even bother to undress. She just pulled her shorts down and slipped a hand into her bikini bottoms.

Charlotte immediately found her clit, erect and sensitive. When she touched it, lightning bolts shot through her body. She loved teasing her clit; it always made her feel so good. This time it was even better. She was so excited she almost came just from putting a fingertip against the little pea.

She reached around her left thigh with the other hand and slid two fingers into her pussy. It was so soaked she could immediately push her fingers inside herself to the hilt. There was no need for getting in the mood. Exposing herself on the beach was all the foreplay she needed. Charlotte rubbed her clit and fingerfucked her pussy furiously until the world went blank.

She wasn’t sure if she had screamed when she came. It didn’t matter to her. After her first orgasm, she went on and on until she couldn’t take it anymore. Now the black polyester fabric of her bikini bottoms were stained with white pussy cream. Her top was hanging to the side, her tits out, her nipples still erect.

Charlotte masturbated regularly, once or twice a day, but she had never orgasmed like this. “What was different?” she asked herself. It wasn’t her book. She had read lots of novels full of steamy sex scenes and taboo scenarios. She didn’t have a crush at the moment, so that wasn’t the reason either.

Then it dawned on her: It was the exposure on the beach. Showing her most intimate parts in public made her as horny as she’d never been before. “Fuck,” she hissed to herself, using her favourite exclamation.

Charlotte was shocked. “I…” – she didn’t dare to think any further. Did it really turn her on to expose herself? Embarrass herself? She didn’t want to admit it, but orgasms don’t lie. “I’m one of those girls,” she concluded.

Those girls – the ones that wore too tight or too low-cut tops. Too short skirts. Too high heels. The ones that the other girls at school bitched about and the boys jerked off to. The sluts. Charlotte had a sharp mind. It became clear to her in the blink of an eye: “I’m a slut. A slut! A slut!” She recited the words like a mantra. The sixteen-year-old schoolgirl immediately knew this was a pivotal moment in her life.

Charlotte was a slut who got turned on by exposing her body. She was an exhibitionist. She was a curious girl, too. That’s why she decided on the spot take it further. She got up from her bed and grinned as she noticed the spot in the middle of the mattress, the sheet soaked with her own juice.

Charlotte removed her bikini, which was only halfway hanging on her curvy body anyhow. Fully nude, she went over to the floor-length mirror next to her desk where she used to check her look before school. She sat down on the wooden floor and rested her back against her bedframe. It wasn’t comfortable, but Charlotte didn’t care. She looked into the mirror and spread her legs.

She stared at her own reflection and saw the girl she knew as herself: The black, wavy hair, flowing in thick strains over her shoulders. Her face with the dark brown eyes, framed by equally dark, thick lashes. She had never liked her brows though, she thought they wear too bushy. But she liked her symmetrical, slightly pointy nose. Her curved lips, slightly open and with a natural shine of light pink. Her lightly tanned skin.

Her full, round boobs with the nipples standing proud in big areolas. She gave both her erect teats a gentle stroke with her fingertips. Charlotte gasped. Her nipples were still supersensitive. Nerves seemed to connect them directly to her pussy.

Her eyes went further down along her flat stomach and her curvy hips (she always thought her ass was too big).  Now her gaze rested on her pussy. She knew it was hers, but now, it seemed different, new. Of course, she had looked at it in detail before. Let alone for the fact that she started shaving her pubes completely a few months ago.

Charlotte spread her legs even wider. Her outer labia were still swollen. Her inner pussy lips were still open from the fingerbang she had given herself. She had two or three fingers inside herself for the most part of the last hour. It was only natural there was a gape. Her clit seemed bigger than she had ever seen it, having left its hood fully. Her whole crotch was encrusted with slowly drying pussy juice. Thick white cream still leaked out of her hole.

She wanted to see even more, so she tried to pull her pussy lips apart. They were so wet that it was difficult to get a grip, they slipped out of her fingers a few times before Charlotte was able to spread her pussy as wide as she wanted. She had a lamp pointing at her mirror, so she could even look into her slit.

Charlotte felt weird. She got turned on by her own mirror image. “My cunt is beautiful,” she thought. She was shocked by her own thoughts. She had just called her pussy “cunt”. It was the perfect term though: Spread lewdly wide, on full display and dripping with her juice, this wasn’t her pussy. It was her cunt.

She examined her well-used body part, newly christened with such a derogatory name. Every touch on her inner or outer labia made her breathe in sharply. It felt so intense to touch herself while putting herself on display, even if it was only for herself.

While spreading her cunt open with her left hand, Charlotte teased the inside with her right one. It stung. She had already overstimulated herself. Stopping wasn’t an option though. She needed to touch herself. She couldn’t think of anything else. To her, there was nothing but her reflection in the mirror: Naked, exposed, vulnerable, needy.

Still holding her labia wide open, she started rubbing her clit with two fingertips. She slowly increased the pace and the pressure against the sensitive little nub. It became harder and harder for her to keep her voice down.

“Nnnggh… emmmmph…” – muffled feral sounds escaped her mouth as she desperately tried not to moan and scream. If her parents found her like this, exposing herself like a needy little slut, she’d die of shame.

Descending further and further down the rabbit hole of depravity, Charlotte almost lost control. When she was giving her clit a harsh pinch, she let go off her labia and bit into the back of her hand, just to suppress a scream.

Another orgasm rolled through her body. As the tortured her clit, she came so hard that her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She wanted to watch herself cumming and yet had to close her eyes.

When Charlotte came down again, she opened her eyes and looked at herself: Sweating, her face and cleavage flushed. She looked down and saw a puddle of clear liquid between her legs. “Fuck!”

Charlotte had never squirted before. Now she had made a mess in the middle of her bedroom. But that was a problem future Charlotte would be dealing with. For now, it turned her on even more. She felt so filthy, so depraved, so slutty with the pool of cunt juice between her legs.

She let go off her cunt, her hands roamed up the sides of her body up to her tits. She massaged and squeezed them. It felt so good and looked even better in the mirror. Then she took both her nipples between her thumb and index finger and pulled. It hurt. But she wanted it to hurt. She wanted to abuse herself.

“Am I a good little slut?” she asked her mirror image. “Please tell me… Do you like what you see?” she begged the teen slut in the mirror for praise. She twisted her nipples around and hissed. “Fffffuck!” That hurt bad.

She panted until the pain had gone away. Charlotte had never enjoyed herself so much in her whole life. She had never felt so at home and so on the edge at the same time.

There was just one more thing she needed to do. She wanted this moment to last. So she got her phone out of the tote bag she had taken to the beach (she hadn’t even unpacked it before masturbating the hell out of her cunt).

Sitting down again in front of the mirror, Charlotte activated the camera and pointed it at her reflection. With her free hand, she started playing with her nipples again, pinching and tugging, stretching them as long as she could bear.

She made sure her tits and her face, distorted from the pain, were in frame when she hit the shutter button. She snapped a few more pics of herself being mean to her own nipples. When she thought it was enough, Charlotte went through the photos on her phone.

“I look so slutty,” she thought. Whorish, depraved, dirty – these adjectives went through her when swiped through the pictures. “I’m a sick slut,” Charlotte said aloud as if she needed reassurance. She wasn’t putting herself down. It was an accurate description.

Charlotte felt ready for the next session. This time she started masturbating again. Alternating between fingering her pussy and teasing her clit, she soon got her juices flowing again. The familiar feeling returned and she took some more pictures, close-ups of her cunt as well as full body portraits with her wide open slit in the centre. She made sure her face was in frame as well.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, she switched her phone to video and recorded herself – two fingers in her gushing cunt, her thumb on her clit, her mouth open. Then the next orgasm hit her. She had lost track how many she had had so far. She only knew she needed another one.

Her eyes rolled back, she arched her back, lifted her feet from the floor and rode her cunt through a quintessential orgasm. It went on and on until she thought she’d pass out. It took some time to collect herself. She opened her eyes and found her phone lying on the floor face down. She must have dropped it while cumming.

Charlotte picked up her phone and stopped the recording, then played the video back. She was stunned by herself: She had managed to record her orgasm almost entirely. She had dropped it only within the last few seconds.

Even the end looked hot to her though: Everything going out of focus, then the screen went black, her moans and panting still audible in the background. “Wow. What a day,” Charlotte thought. Still sitting in her own cunt juice, she was exhausted, but unbelievably happy.

This felt great, but deep down inside her, she knew it wasn’t enough. She needed more. More exposure. More danger. More embarrassment. The urge to show her most private body parts to somebody was almost unbearable already. Charlotte knew her life would never be the same again.