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The gravel under Thandie's hooves crunched as she made her way along the path. She'd walked it countless times before, finding cutting through the park instead of going around it was a nice shortcut to her job. She'd been going that way for years, in fact, each time no big deal or different from the last, just another aspect of her day. This time was different.

The zebra bit her bottom lip, her grip tightening on the black, knee leg overcoat that wrapped around her. It was nearing one am, she should have been in bed, should have been sleeping soundly, maybe dreaming about her upcoming birthday party, but no, instead she was out there in the middle of the night, butt naked save for that singular black coat.

Her hold tightened even more. Her birthday was the entire reason she was doing this. In two weeks she'd be the big three oh. It was a big milestone in her life and what had she accomplished? Unmarried with no kids, not even a steady boyfriend, and a just okay paying job in a field she couldn't care less about. Her life really wasn't where she had hoped it would be by now and she was getting desperate. Desperate to do something meaningful before she hit thirty. Anything would do and after several long nights of trying to come up with something, she'd come up with the perfect way to wave goodbye to her twenties.

When it came to sex, Thandie had always been exceedingly vanilla. Having sex anywhere but on a bed in the missionary position was scandalous in her mind. She could probably thank her religious upbringing for that. She'd already been upset over breaking the no sex before marriage rule, so she'd be damned if she'd break any others. No kinky stuff was definitely one of them. You enjoyed being tied up or spanking your partner? Blasphemy! Yes, anything remotely kinky was a big oh hell no among Thandie's peers. Still didn't stop the fantasies.

Despite the warm night air, the zebra felt a chill run down her spine. What if she was caught? Those around her would never let her live it down if she was arrested for something like this. Then again, she'd never let herself live it down if she backed out now.

"Stupid perverted mare," she groaned at herself. "Why can't you have a fetish that doesn't involve you running around in public where anyone can see you?"

She'd meant to admonish herself, but the words made her heart beat faster and a healthy blush cover her cheeks. She'd never told anyone this, and she'd deny it vehemently if anyone ever found out, but Thandie, the good church girl with the boring job, was an exhibitionist. At least, she'd always wanted to be. She'd had fantasies of being on a stage in nothing but the skimpiest of clothing, swinging around a pole as men fawned over her, whistling and begging for more. She'd get off to the images but a day came when that wasn't enough. Her fantasies advanced to where there was no pole, no clothes, and she was on her arse on the stage, hands between her legs and on her breasts, moaning as the cheers from the men around her sent her over the edge.

She wanted people to see her. Every inch of her. The idea of others watching her during such an intimate moment, lusting after her, seeing her as nothing more than a piece of meat to be used and discarded...she could already feel her pussy growing hot. She was completely naked under her coat, the bright idea being that she'd walk around in a public area when it wasn't so public, before going home and finishing herself off to the idea of a packed park in the middle of the day, people in shock and in lust over her naked body. Sure, she wasn't actually naked and there wasn't actually anyone around but she had an active imagination, one enough to get her where she wanted to go.

She looked around her. No one was there so maybe she could risk taking off the coat? To actually be naked out in the open and not get into trouble for it. The idea was so tempting. She saw the fountain up ahead that landmarked the middle of the park. As a kid she'd always wanted to go swimming in there but was naturally stopped by her mother. Well, there was no one to stop her now, was there? Although, it would be less swimming and more sitting in water that barely covered her naughty bits. Still good enough for her, though. Sopping wet and bare bones in public? Yes please.

She hastened her pace until she stood in front of the large fountain. Thanks to the nearby lamps, she could see her face reflected on the water's surface, blurry but there. She was somewhat glad she couldn't see herself entirely, with how red she knew her face must have been. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and pulled off her coat. It landed with a sound that seemed to echo through the park, its loudness dwarfed only by the beating of her heart.

"I actually did," she said to herself, barely above a whisper. She looked down at her breasts, free of any clothing, bare as the day she was born. Suddenly hit with a wave of giddiness, Thandie threw up her arms and spun around, giggling all the while. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so free. In a voice even louder now, practically yelling, in fact, "I can't believe I actually did it. Thandie, girl, you are crazy."

She was still laughing to herself when a distinctly male voice said, "Hey, who's there? Keep it down!"

Thandie's blood ran cold. She looked to her said at one of the benches to find an annoyed older looking spotted hyena lying there. He was covered in a dirty blanket, his greying fur just as clean. It seemed he was a homeless man who'd been sleeping on the bench before a crazy, naked, yelling zebra lady had woken him up. Said crazy zebra lady made a less than dignified squeaking sound as she blurted out, "I-I'm sorry!"

The hyena grumbled something to himself, most likely about disrespectful youths these days, and looked as though he was about to pull his blanket over his head and go back to sleep when he froze. He poked his head out from under his cover, looked Thandie dead in the eye and said, "You're naked."

The woman wondered if the water in the fountain was deep enough to drown herself in.

In a panic, she covered he breasts and groin as best she could, all the while stammering out apologies. She'd been seen. Her life was over. He'd go around telling everyone and then the world would know how much of a pervert Thandie Dlamini was. Wait. Just who would he tell? The only people in his life were most likely hobos themselves and what did she care if they knew? It's not like they'd ever tell her coworkers or anything. That's when Thandie got an idea. It was risky but just the idea of it made her wet.

"Do you want to see more?" she asked in a meek voice.

He nodded vigorously and she smiled. She removed her arms, revealing her breasts and snatch to the to the older man. His eyes grew wide as he said in a raspy voice that sounded like it lived on cigarettes, "Damn, you are beautiful."

"You think?" She couldn't help the way she giggled. She'd had partners compliment her before, of course, but this felt different. Maybe it was because she was out in the open or this was a stranger but his words hit her harder than any of those other men's had. Already this far, she decided to take a leap. "Do you want to see more?" He shook like a bobble head and she smiled. Time to put on a show.

She sat on the edge of the fountain and spread her legs, giving him a good look at her womanhood. She slid her fingers between her folds spreading them as she said, "Is that what you wanted, Mr. Hyena?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. That's one amazing pussy," he said in his raspy voice, eyes hungry. The way he devoured her with his gaze made a tingle run up her spine. She wanted more.

"You really are a dirty old man, aren't you, Mr. Hyena? Wanting to take advantage of an innocent little old thing like me," she said with a flutter of her eyelids.

"Innocent? Ha!" the man barked. "No one innocent would be swinging those tits and that cunt around like you are."

"My tits? You mean these?" She moved her hand away from her womanhood to cup each one of her large breasts in a hand. She squeezed and jiggled them up and down as she said, "Do you like them? They're not too big?"

"Too big? No such thing." He licked his lips as he growled, "They're fucking gorgeous."

"You really know how to flatter a girl," Thandie said with a smile and a giggle.

His eyes never left her body as she continued to play with herself. Thandie wasn't entirely sure what she wanted from the man but she was surprised he never moved from his spot, seemingly happy to just watch her. It was then that she noticed he wasn't entirely still as there was some kind of movement going on under his blanket in the crotch area. He was definitely jerking off under there. The idea that he was doing that to her made her more aroused than playing with her chest did and she couldn't help that pitiful moan that escaped her.

"Yeah, you like playing with your tits, don't you, whore?"

It was more his staring and words that got her going than her own touch. He was talking to her in such a degrading manner and, to her surprise, she liked it. The men that watched her in her fantasies rarely spoke. There was the odd cheer and whistle but, overall, not much was said. Now, being spoken to like a common streetwalker, something new was bubbling in her chest. And she liked it.

"I love playing with myself but only when you're watching me, Daddy." She'd gone form Mr. Hyena to Daddy real quick and honestly? She was okay with that. In fact, she loved it. "What else do you want me to do to myself, Daddy?"

"Finger yourself, you little slut," he said in that raspy voice of his that Thandie could not say no to.

She found one of her hands trailing down her stomach until it reached its destination: her already moist pussy. A part of her was surprised at how wet she already was but another, louder voice, one that was masculine, raspy, and seemingly addicted to foul language, said, "You know you love it, you little cock sucker. You want this. You always have, like the little perverted whore that you are."

She moaned as she slipped a finger in, just as turned on by the touch as she was the words running around in her head. "Is this what you want, Daddy?" she moaned as the finger went in deeper.

"Yeah, just like that," he groaned and she swore she could see the hand underneath his blanket move faster.

With how wet she was, her finger continued to slide in and out with ease, and it wasn't long until in went another. The stretch was heavenly. She leaned her head back and let out a low moan as her movements sped out.

"Keep going. Fuck, yeah, that's the ticket!" the hyena snarled as he stared her down, licking his lips as if he truly did want to devour her.

A part of her wanted that. She wanted him to pounce on her, pin her down, and have his way with her. The filthy, dirt matted fur of his muzzle pressed against her lips, disgusting tongue invading her mouth, trying to ram itself down her throat. To be pushed down by someone so disgusting? Strangely appealing. And what did his dick look like? Probably like it hadn't been washed in months. And, seeing as he lived on the streets, it no doubt hadn't been.

She added a third finger, now practically fisting herself as she went harder. Her nails were digging into the skin of her breast by now, the minor instances of pain somehow arousing her all the more and pushing her towards completion. She was loving it, all of it. The harshness of her own hands, pushed forward by the filthy words of a stranger whose name she didn't even know.

"I'm almost there, Daddy," she gasped, fucking herself with her fingers even harder now, just on the cusp of release.

"Yeah, come for Daddy, you little slut."

Thandie shook so violently that she slid off the fountain's edge and onto the floor, her legs clamping around her hand as it pushed into her, riding out her orgasm. Still lying in the dirt, the spotted hyena threw off his blanket and made his way to her. As he towered over her collapsed form, she could see his zipper was undone, that he'd pulled out his cock and was now holding it in one hand, stroking it as he looked down at her, licking his lips. Still weak from her release, all Thadie could do was look up at him as he grunted and released his hot seed all over her black snout. She lay there for a moment, wide-eyed, when a new desire washed over her. She poked out her long tongue and began lapping up at the mess he'd made on her face. She couldn't reach it all and the amount she couldn't was wiped away with the back of her hand before being brought to her lips to be licked up like a thirsty dog.

"Fuck, you're disgusting."

He was right. She was. But did she care? Not really.

The man grumbled something about crazy cunts before going back to his bench. He pulled his blanket over his head and almost instantly she could hear soft snoring sounds coming from underneath the dirty material. Thandie stood up on shaky legs, picking up her coat and flinging it around her shoulders, buttoning it up nice and tight so that no one else would accidently see her that night. She then began to make her way home.

She'd just been used as a cum dump. Perved over by a disgusting stranger she'd never see again. A smile played out on her lips as she wondered what she'd do to celebrate forty.