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Nude in Public, The First Time

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Nude in Public by Lady Grey 

Note from the author: this story was first published in May 2005. It was
one of my early stories that I did not have proof read and edited. I
was shocked when I went through it and even I realized just how bad it
was laid out. Since that date, my great friend Ray has helped me with
my grammar and the structure of my stories, and due to his hard work
and dedication, they now give so much more pleasure to so many of you.
Please read this one again even if you have already read it and tell me
what you think. Over the winter months, now, I have time on my hands. I
intend to rewrite and edit all of my early work as well as regularly
adding new stories to my ever growing collection. Regards to all my
fans, Laura. 

"How badly do you need to get some money?" Jan inquired. 

I looked at her. "Very badly." I smiled at her. "In fact, I am willing
to do anything." 

She looked at me and grinned. "Anything?" 

I shrugged. "Well, almost anything." 

I had met Jan for a coffee and a chat that evening after bumping into
her the night before in a local disco. We were old school friends, but
I had not seen her for several months. I had just been explaining to
her how I lost my job with the bank when they were taken over, and
because I had not been there long enough, I had not received any
redundancy pay. I had thought the job with the bank was secure, and I
had let myself get into debt. Now I was in trouble: no job and very
little money. 

I took a sip of coffee and looked across at her. "So if you know of
anything going, just let me know." 

She smiled and looked at me with a funny grin on her face. "I could get
you a job with me if you are interested," she said. 

"You could? Doing what?" 

"Modeling," she said. "You are attractive and you have a good figure." 

I stared at her. "You think I would be alright? I could get some regular
work?" 

She nodded. "I'm sure of it." 

I thought for a moment. "Is that what you are doing?" I asked. 

She nodded. "And yes, I get lots of work. Far more than I can manage in
fact. I could easily pass some on to you." 

I was certainly interested, but a little unsure of what I might be
letting myself in for. 

"What would I have to do?" 

She didn't reply, but reached into her large handbag and pulled out a
glossy magazine. She flicked through the pages, then spread it in front
of me. What I saw made me gasp. The two page spread of pictures was all
of Jan, but what had made me gasp was that she was either naked or
almost naked on all the pictures. What made me even more incredulous
was the fact that in the pictures she was in what looked like a large
supermarket. There were people around her: normal people with clothes
on, looking at her some with bemused expressions on their faces as they
watched her pushing her trolley around seemingly unconcerned about her
lack of clothes. 

She saw the look on my face. She laughed. "Not shocked, are you?" 

I looked at her. "And this is what you want me to do?" 

She nodded. "Yes, but only if you want to. I'm not forcing you." 

I looked again at the pictures. Did she really expect me to take my
clothes off and do something like this? I shook my head. I could never
see myself doing anything like that, no matter how desperate I got. 

"Doesn't it worry you being naked with all those people looking at you?"

She shrugged. "No." She paused for a moment. "Well, it did at first, but
not now. I have been doing it for about three months. You just get used
to it; it can be fun." 

Fun, I thought to myself. I bet it can. I passed the magazine back to
her. "No, sorry, it's not for me." 

She smiled. "Well, if you get really desperate, you know where to
contact me." 

I thanked her for the offer, but I could not see myself getting that
desperate. She did go on to tell me how much the job paid, and I was
amazed to find out that she got more for two day's work than I used to
get for a whole week. But things change and sometimes you have to do
things that you would never consider doing under normal circumstances.
This happened when I arrived back at my flat to find a letter on my mat
informing me that if I did not pay my outstanding rent, I would be
served with an eviction notice. What the hell was I going to do? I made
myself a hot drink and took it into my bedroom. I sat on the bed and
slowly undressed. I tossed my soiled undies into the wash basket and
got up to hang up my dress in the wardrobe. As I opened the wardrobe
door, I caught sight of my naked body in the mirror. I hung up the
dress and looked again at my body. Yes, Jan was right; I did have a
good figure, and I was good looking. 

After I had finished my drink, I lay in bed thinking about what Jan had
said to me. Could I do what she was doing? Could I take my clothes off
and be seen naked in public? Next day, two more employment rejections
landed on my mat. I was now getting really desperate, but was I
desperate enough to ring Jan? I did not have to ring her; she rang me,
initially to see how I was, and inquire if I had any job prospects. I
told her about the rejections and about the letter from my landlord. 

She said that she was sorry and if I needed some cash to get along with,
I only had to ask her. I thanked her. Borrowing was not the answer. I
needed to get in some money of my own. It was then that she had this
idea. She asked me if I was doing anything the following day. 

I laughed. "The chance to be doing anything would be a fine thing." 

"Well, how about coming out with me on a shoot? I'm sure Mike, he's the
photographer, would not mind you coming along. He's a nice guy. You
will like him, and it will give you a chance to see the job I do. Maybe
you might change your mind about it."  I thought to myself: not much
chance of that, but then a day out with Jan would be better then
sitting around the flat doing nothing. 

The following morning Jan picked me up from my flat. She was driving a
nice new 4X4. In the car with her was Mike whom she introduced me to.
He was in his thirties and quite attractive. He did seem to be a nice
guy. We all chatted as we drove, and he seemed interested in what I
said unlike some guys I knew. 

The location we were heading for turned out to be a building site where
several new houses were under construction. An unusual place to take
pictures, I thought. Here we met up with the three other members of the
crew: Alan and Pete, who Jan told me looked after the equipment and
generally helped Mike out, and Christine, an attractive redhead who
acted as Mike's PA and looked after the general organization as well as
taking care of Jan. They all seemed a nice bunch. 

Alan went off to get the manager of the site. Mike helped Pete unload
the equipment and start setting it up. I sat watching them work as I
drank coffee with Jan and Christine. When Alan came back, he was
accompanied by the site manager, a big guy in dusty work clothes and
wearing a yellow hard hat. They chatted together with Mike for awhile,
then they all came over and Mike introduced everyone. Anton was the
manager's name; he was a big jolly guy with a good sense of humor. 

He shook everyone's hand. Then he smiled at me. "Are you the young lady
who will be taking her clothes off?" he said, his face breaking out in
a big grin. 

I shook my head, a little flustered. "No, it's not me," I said quickly.
"It's this lady here," I said indicating Jan. She laughed seeing my
embarrassment. 

Mike explained to Anton what he wanted to do. He said that Anton was not
to say anything to the other workers on the site about what was going
to happen as it would be good to get there reactions on film. 

Anton smiled and agreed. "Just make yourself at home. I'm sure the crew
won't mind one little bit." 

Mike explained the story line to Jan. The first thing he wanted was for
her to walk through the building site as though she were looking at the
houses, and depending on how things went, they would take it from
there. 

Jan nodded. "That sounds easy." 

Mike smiled. "So as soon as you are ready we can go." 

She nodded her head and began to untie the belt of the light trench coat
she was wearing. As she eased it off, I was a more than a little
surprised to see that it was the only thing she was wearing. She was
totally naked under it. Apart, that is, from her shoes. She passed the
coat to Christine and stood there seemingly unconcerned about her
nakedness. I noticed that Anton could not take his eyes off her firm
young body. 

When at last he could speak, he said sternly, "I'm afraid I can't allow
you to walk around the site like that, young lady. It's the health and
safety laws, you know. They are very strict; you must wear something on
a building site." They all looked at him. He took off his hard hat.
"You must wear this," he said with a grin. Everyone laughed. 

Jan perched the hat on her head at a jaunty angle and set off. Mike
followed her, his camera poised, when the men suddenly realized that
there was a naked girl walking around the site. Work was forgotten.
Wolf whistles followed her every move. She did not seem to mind at all
the attention she was getting. She just walked on smiling and waving at
her admirers. I have got to admit she did look exciting. Her breasts
were large and firm with dark brown protruding nipples. She had long
shapely legs and a tight bum. I also noticed that she was almost
hairless around her pronounced pubic mound apart from a small Vee
shaped patch of dark, tight pubic hair. This exposed the lips of her
pussy so not even the most intimate parts of her body were hidden from
view. 

When Mike asked her to stop, the workmen gathered around her and she
chatted and joked with them. We stayed on the site for about an hour or
so. In that time, Jan did some painting, wheeled a wheelbarrow, and
climbed a ladder, this much to the enjoyment of the guy who stood at
the bottom holding it for her. She sawed some wood and even drove a
small digger after some instruction from a very attentive instructor. 

To finish off, we went to their cabin and she made tea for them all. All
through the shoot, I had noticed the men openly ogling at her
nakedness. But even in the close confines of the cabin where she was
only inches away from them, she did not seem to mind at all that every
part of her beautiful body was on open view to them. I have to admit it
was at this stage that a shiver went through me, and I wondered just
what it must feel like to stand naked in front of all those guys. 

After the shoot was over, Mike took us and the rest of the crew to a
restaurant for lunch. He was very pleased with the morning's work; he
turned and asked me if I had enjoyed it. 

I smiled. "It was different." 

He looked at me more seriously. "Jan tells me you could be interested in
joining us." 

I looked at him, starting to blush slightly. "I'm not sure," I said
hesitantly. 

"Well, there is a job for you if you want it. My publishers like me to
get new talent, and I know they would like you." 

Now I felt myself blushing even more. "I have never done anything like
this before," I said, "and I am not sure if I could actually do it." 

Mike smiled. "It can be difficult the first few times," he said, "but
you would be surprised how quickly you get used to it." 

I looked across at Jan and she smiled at me. "He is right; the first
time I did it, I was so scared that I almost pissed my pants." Everyone
round the table laughed. 

After the meal, Jan drove us all back home. She dropped Mike off first
at his studio. He wanted to get on processing the morning's work. As he
got out of the car, he kissed Jan on the cheek thanking her and turned
to me. "Don't forget what I said. If you want some work, contact me." I
nodded and waved to him as we drove off. 

Jan asked me if I would like to go back to see her place. It turned out
to be a large apartment in the better part of town. Once inside, she
removed her coat. It was still the only thing she was wearing. She told
me to get myself a drink as she needed a shower. "I've got dust
everywhere," she said with a smile. 

I watched her as she walked out of the room. She looked so comfortable
being naked. I wondered to myself if I could do it and be as casual
about it as Jan was.  I sat with my drink flicking through some
magazines until she appeared wrapped in a terry robe, her hair wet and
her face glowing pink. She poured herself a drink and came and sat
beside me. "Well, what do you think? Could you do it?" 

I shrugged. "I'm still not sure. You make it look so easy. Doesn't it
worry you that you are naked, and that, well, they can see everything?" 

She laughed. "No, not at all. In fact, now I find it rather exciting. I
have always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and it makes me feel quite
randy sometimes, with guys looking at me like this morning," she
continued. "In that digger, the guy was pressed up against me. I could
feel that he had a large erection. It was exciting knowing that I had
turned him on." I stared at her, a look of surprise on my face. 

Again she laughed. "And in that cabin with all those hulks so close to
me, it would not have taken much persuading for me to lay myself across
the table and let them have there wicked way with me." She smiled at my
look of incredulity. "Only kidding," she said, "but I have to admit I
do get turned on sometimes." 

We talked and drank well into the evening. I thought I would have to get
a taxi home as Jan was in no state to drive. Then Jan decided that I
should stop over and she would take me home in the morning. So we
opened another bottle of wine and soon both of us were in a very
relaxed mood, and we decided to call it a day. 

I followed Jan into the bedroom. A large king sized bed took up most of
the room. Jan dropped the terry wrap on the floor and slid into bed.
"Come on in, it's lovely," she said with a smile, patting the bed at
the side of her. 

I saw her watching me with interest as I undressed, and when I eased
myself out of my panties and stood there naked, she nodded her
approval. "You have a lovely body," she said. "You ought to be proud of
it." 

I smiled at her and looked down at my body. "I suppose I am," I said,
and with that, I slid into bed beside her. 

Although the bed was big, I could feel the warmth of her body close to
me. I was still feeling a little light headed, and I made no objection
when she moved up closer to me and I felt her warm naked body against
mine. I must say at this point that I am in no way a lesbian, but I
have indulged in a few bisexual relationships in my earlier years. I
made no objection when I felt her hand gently begin to stroke my thigh.
I lay there in the darkness feeling her hand move slowly up the length
of my body and begin to caress the sides of my breasts.  I could not
help but suppress a slight moan because it felt so nice when she cupped
my breast in her hand and began to manipulate my hardening nipple
between her fingers. 

"You have lovely breasts," she whispered in my ear. "So nice and firm.
You don't mind me doing this, do you?" 

In the darkness, I shook my head; at that moment and the way I was
feeling there was no way I wanted her to stop. Then I felt her other
hand press gently between my thighs, stroking them and easing them
apart so she could slide her hand further up my legs. I parted them
slowly in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Her fingers
lightly stroked slowly over my pussy, and then I felt her inquisitive
searching fingers parting my lips and sliding into my moist vagina. 

She was an experienced lover and knew the places to touch. Soon she had
me writhing on the bed calling out to her to make me cum, but she was
not going to let me get away with it so quickly. She drove me again and
again to the point of release till I was screaming at her to finish me
off. At last she relented and brought me to an awesome climax. I could
feel the juices running from me onto her clean sheets. Then it was my
turn to give her release. I don't think I was quite up to her standard,
but she hugged me close afterwards, kissing me lovingly on the lips
before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. 

When we awoke the following morning, we started again where we had left
off, intimately exploring each other's bodies with lips and hands,
releasing pent up frustrations till we fell apart exhausted. After a
short rest, we showered together, soaping and rinsing each other's
bodies before toweling each other dry. 

She handed me a wrap to put on, and we went into the kitchen where she
prepared a delicious late breakfast of ham and eggs with a large
portion of mushrooms, swilled down with large glasses of freshly
squeezed orange juice. We were on our second cup of coffee when the
bell rang. Jan got up to answer the door and came back into the room
followed by Mike, who was carrying a large folder.  They turned out to
be the proofs of yesterday's shoot. Although he did not have too, he
liked to show them to Jan before he sent them off to his publisher,
just in case there were any she had any objections to. We cleared the
table and he spread them out. I must admit they were very good, and
both Mike and Jan were pleased with them, although she picked out a
couple that she did not like and Mike ripped them up. He then collected
them all together and slipped them back into the folder. 

He accepted Jan's offer of a cup of coffee and perched himself on a
stool at the table. "I guess you stopped over," he said smiling at me. 

I nodded. "By the time we finished talking and reminiscing about old
times, I was in no state to go home and Jan was in no state to drive." 

He laughed. "Good for you."  Then he turned to Jan. "Have you talked her
into working for me?" 

She shrugged. "It's up to her; she knows what the job entails. I have
told her she has the right equipment for it. She has to make her own
mind up." 

Mike looked at me. I felt his eyes burning through my light wrap.
"Well," he said slowly, "what's it to be." 

I looked at him and shook my head. "I do need the money, but I am still
not sure that I can do it," I said. 

"Trust me," he said. "I will let you do it at your own speed. If there
is anything you are not happy about doing, just tell me and we will
change things to suit you." He looked at me waiting for my answer. I
was in turmoil; I desperately needed the job, but could I appear naked
like Jan had done, with people I did not know around me? 

I looked across at Jan and she smiled at me. I shrugged. "OK, I will
give it a try," I said, still not really convinced that I was doing the
right thing. 

Mike smiled. "Great," he said. "I am glad you decided to come aboard."
He glanced at his watch. "I need to get these pictures into the
publisher before the day is out, and I would also like to show him some
pics of you if that is alright".  I did not realize I was going to be
put on the spot so quickly, but I felt myself nodding agreement.
"Right," he said with a reassuring smile, "I'll just nip down to the
car and pick up a Polaroid." 

When he had gone, I turned to Jan. "Have I done the right thing?" 

She nodded. "You will be fine. Just think to yourself how beautiful you
are and be proud of your body." 

I had butterflies in my stomach when he returned with a camera. He
looked around the room then said, "Just stand over there by the sofa."
I walked over to the position he indicated. My legs felt like jelly and
my heart was thumping. "Now just turn around slowly and face the window
and slip off your wrap," he said. 

I began to turn, and with trembling fingers, I undid the belt. I felt
the wrap fall open. I shrugged it off my shoulders. It slid down my
body, falling in a crumpled heap around my feet. I was naked, and I
could feel Mike looking at me, taking in my body. I felt my nipples
becoming rigid. I closed my eyes tightly wanting to shut out the shame
I was feeling. 

"You are absolutely beautiful," I heard him say. Then I heard the click
of the camera shutter. "Now turn slightly this way," he instructed. I
turned. "Wonderful, just wonderful; now a little bit more." I heard
more clicks. I knew by now that I was facing him. I slowly opened my
eyes to see him looking at me intently. "You have such a beautiful
body," he said. 

I could tell by his voice that he meant what he said, and I at last
began to feel slightly relieved. He asked me to alter my position a few
more times, complimenting me every time. I felt myself beginning to
relax, and by the time he called a halt, I was even beginning to enjoy
myself. When he finally handed me my wrap, I must admit I had some
reluctance as I slipped it back on. I had actually enjoyed the feeling
of him looking at my body, and I had enjoyed showing it off to him. Now
I even felt a little more excited about what was to come. 

He spread out the pictures he had taken, and I must admit I liked what I
saw. I had to agree with him: I did look good. I still could not really
believe I had actually posed naked and displayed myself to him like
that. 

Jan came over and added her approval. She put her arm around my
shoulders. "Wasn't as bad as you thought, was it?"  I smiled at her and
shook my head. 

After Mike had left, we dressed, and Jan ran me home. When she dropped
me off, she told me that she would contact me as soon as she knew
anything. I wandered about my flat in a bit of a daze. Had I actually
agreed to work for Mike? Was I the girl who this morning had stripped
naked in front of a guy I had only met the day before and let him take
pictures of me? I shook my head; I needed a drink. 

It was two days before Jan contacted me. She told me that Mike's
publisher had loved the photos Mike had taken of me. I felt a funny
feeling in my stomach at the thought of someone else, someone I did not
know, looking at my naked body. She said that he wanted a set of me as
soon as possible, and she said that Mike said that if the weather was
good, he had set up a shoot for me the following day. I felt the
butterflies start up again. She said she would call me and I could
catch a taxi over to her place at around ten the following morning. 

All day I was in a state of agitation, fighting with myself. Could I go
through with it? Should I have said yes? It was a knock on my door that
settled the whole thing. I opened the door to find two burly guys
standing there. One of them handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened
it; it was a notice of pending eviction. One of them said that if I did
not pay my rent up to date by the end of the week, I would be thrown
out. 

"Where am I expected to get this sort of money by the end of the week?"
I asked. 

"That's up to you darling," he said with a nasty grin. "Try selling that
pretty body of yours. We might even give you a few quid to get a closer
look at it." I slammed the door in their laughing faces. 

It was that incident that tightened my resolve. Yes, I could do it, and
I would do it. I poured myself a drink and ran a nice warm bath.
Afterwards, I went to bed early. Now I really wanted to be fresh and
looking my best for the following day, whatever it might bring. 

During my sleep, I had this strange but vivid dream. I was in this large
lavishly decorated room at a swish ball. Everyone round me was dressed
in beautiful clothes. Mike was there with me dressed in an immaculate
dinner suit. For reasons I could not understand, I was wearing the wrap
Jan had lent me the night before. I knew I had nothing on under it. The
music was playing and I was dancing with Mike. There were people all
around us. Suddenly Mike took hold of my wrap and pulled it off,
leaving me naked. I heard gasps from the other dancers around us. Then
they started to stand aside as we continued to dance around the room.
It did not seem to worry me that I was naked, or that everyone was
looking at me. It felt wonderful; I was loving their attention. We were
the only couple on the floor. Mike was twirling me around, displaying
my nakedness to everyone. People began to applaud and to throw flowers.
It felt wonderful. Then I woke up. 

It was a warm, bright, sunny day. I showered and had a light breakfast.
I careful prepared myself. I was not sure what I should wear so I
decided on a light jogging suit. I took note of what Jan had told me
the day before and I did not put on any underwear. She had explained
that it left red marks on the skin that took time to disappear. 

Jan rang to say the shoot was on, and I got a taxi and arrived at Jan's
a little early. She was still in her toweling robe. She offered me
coffee, and we sat eating toast as we enjoyed our coffee. I told her
about my dream and she laughed. She told me that Mike had rung her and
suggested to her that he might do a double shoot. "It might make you
feel more relaxed if I am there with you." I agreed. It sounded a
wonderful idea. 

Then I inquired if I would be okay in the jogging suit. She shook her
head and explained that there was not usually a place where you could
undress so she had found it better and much easier just wearing a coat.
She also said it was quicker and easier to get back into if you needed
quickly to cover up. She had several that would do and said that I
could borrow one. 

We went through to the bedroom, and she told me to pick one from her
wardrobe. I selected a long black one. I slipped out of my jogging suit
and turned to Jan who was doing her make up. "Do I look all right?" I
asked. 

She turned and I did a twirl for her. "There is one little thing," she
said. "It might be better if we trim your bush a little. The punters do
like to be able to see everything." 

I looked down at myself. I had gotten a bikini wax a few days ago, but I
still had a bit of a bush. I blushed slightly, but she smiled at my
embarrassment. "Come over here and lie on the bed. I will do it for
you." 

I went over and lay down on the bed. Jan kneeled beside my open legs and
began trimming me carefully with a pair of small scissors. It felt
quite exciting as she gently brushed away the cut hair. When she had
trimmed me to her liking, she rubbed cream on me and shaved me smooth
with a razor. Then she cleaned me up with a warm flannel, and finished
by spraying on perfume. I squealed loudly as for an instant it stung my
most tender parts. 

She laughed at my discomfort. "You look almost good enough to eat," she
said huskily. 

"Well, if we have time," I said smiling up at her. She leaned forward
and kissed my smooth pussy lips. A shiver went through me as I felt her
warm moist lips on my most intimate parts. Then her searching tongue
was parting me and slipping inside me. I groaned loudly, and arching my
back, forced my pussy into her face. I clutched my breasts, squeezing
them in my hands, as she continued to explore me with her exciting
tongue: probing, licking and sending me into shivers of excitement.
Sadly, because we were meeting up with Mike, it was all over too soon,
but we both needed to take another shower before we left. 

It felt strange walking out of her apartment wearing only a coat,
knowing that I was totally naked under it. We called and picked up
Mike. He greeted us with a smile. "It's a great day for your first
shoot," he said. I nodded. I was still not quite sure, and I felt the
butterflies start up again. 

We at last arrived at a small park in the suburbs. The others met us in
the car park, and we all helped to carry the gear over to a small
secluded seated area in the centre of the park.  Looking around, I
noticed thankfully that there were not many people around, and the spot
Mike had selected was quite away from the main paths. Mike explained
that he wanted us just to be as natural as possible and he would direct
us.  Alan had set up the cameras, and Pete was unfolding a light
screen. 

Mike smiled at us. "As soon as you are ready, we can start." 

This was it, the moment I was dreading most. I watched as Jan slipped
off her coat and handed it to Christine, and then it was my turn. I
undid the buttons and slipped off my coat. I was naked in public for
the first time. I looked around me; apart from our small group, no one
was close to us: just a few people walking their dogs away in the
distance. I passed my coat over to Christine and stood there with
nothing to hide my nakedness. I did notice both Pete and Alan looking
at me with interest. I felt myself beginning to blush. 

Mike's instructing us to sit down together on one of the seats brought
me back to reality. I followed his instructions still in a bit of a
daze. Here I was actually doing this. Was it really me who was sitting
in a public park stark naked? 

It was definitely a comfort having Jan with me, and I think it worked
well. Mike seemed happy as he shot off picture after picture. After a
while, I began to get into the swing of things, and I began to relax a
little. It wasn't the big issue that I thought it would be. The fact
that I was openly displaying my naked charms in front of the three guys
had even begun to turn me on. It was just like Jan had said. I did not
even give it a second thought when Mike asked me to spread my legs a
little more. I knew from what Jan had told me they do expect to see
every intimate part of your body. 

Even when two cyclists came over and stopped to see what was going on, I
cheekily smiled and blew them a sexy kiss. I was getting incredibly
turned on by the whole thing, and when Mike at last called it a wrap,
Jan saw what I was like. She came over and put her arm around me, 

"You were great," she said kissing my cheek. "I guess you will want to
stop over again tonight?" 

We slipped back into our coats, and Mike took us all to a small bar just
outside the park for drinks. There were about a dozen drinkers in the
bar, mostly men. A couple of them were playing on a small pool table.
We got some interesting looks when we walked in. We seated ourselves
around a table at the back of the room. The barman came over and took
our order, and returned quickly with our drinks. 

"Well, how did you like your first shoot?" Mike asked. 

I smiled. "It was far better than I expected." 

"I told you you would soon get used to it," he replied, "and it's not
that big a deal being naked, is it? And you seemed to be having fun by
the end." 

I laughed. "It was not too bad today. There were not many people around.
I am not sure how I would feel in a crowded place." 

Mike looked around. "Like here in this bar?" he said. "How would you
feel if I asked you to take your coat off in here?" 

I looked at him. "You are kidding, aren't you?" 

He shook his head. "No, I am not. This is just the sort of place that
our readers like to see our girls in." 

He picked up his camera and looked across at Jan. "Just unfasten your
coat and give us a flash of your tits." 

Jan smiled at him and undid the belt of her coat. She eased it off her
shoulders; it fell away leaving her breasts totally exposed.
Immediately there were whistles and comments from the men standing
around the bar. Even the two pool players stopped playing and walked
over to take a look. Jan just smiled back at them and took a sip of her
wine as Mike shot off a couple of pictures. 

Then he turned to me. "Now it's your turn," he said to me.  I knew I was
going to have to follow Jan's lead. I felt very nervous about exposing
myself in front of so many strangers, but I remembered the excitement I
had experienced earlier during the shoot in the park. I looked across
at Jan; she was still sitting there seemingly unconcerned that the men
were openly ogling her exposed breasts. 

I nervously undid my coat and shrugged it off, letting it fall into my
lap. Now with two pair of firm young breasts on view, the men around
the bar applauded. I again felt the thrill and the wonderful sensation
knowing I was giving pleasure to people by exposing my body. Mike
clicked away with his camera. 

The barman came over with another bottle of wine. "This is for the young
ladies," he said with a grin. "With the complements of the house." 

I noticed how he was staring intently at my breasts, and I could feel my
nipples hardening. Nobody seemed to mind having two attractive topless
ladies in the bar so Mike decided it was an opportunity to take things
a step further. He called over and asked the two guys on the pool table
if Jan could come over and join them for a game. 

"No problem at all, mate," one of the guys said. 

Jan smiled and looked over at Mike. "What a good idea," she said. "I
love a game of pool". 

When she stood up and the coat fell away completely leaving her naked,
there were more whistles and applause. She walked confidently across
the bar to the pool table. One of the guys playing offered her a cue
and stood aside to watch. I could see that she was giving them some
interesting views as she leaned over the table to take her shots. Mike
hovered around the table clicking away with his camera. She even won
the first game, probably because the guy she was playing with did not
seem to be able to concentrate on his game.  I guess it was not often
that he had the chance to play against an attractive young lady,
especially one that had no clothes on. 

As Mike returned, he stopped and spoke to the barman, who nodded and
smiled at him. When he came back to the table I noticed he was carrying
an empty tray. "I have had a word with the barman," he said with a
smile, "and he has agreed to employ you as a glass collector for the
afternoon."  He grinned at me and handed me the tray. 

I knew now that this meant I was going to have to expose myself totally,
and although I was more than a little apprehensive at the thought of
being totally naked around these guys, it did have some appeal to me. I
shook my head and smiled at him. "You really know how to set a girl up,
don't you?" He grinned. 

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and stood up. My coat fell back
onto the chair and my body was again exposed for everyone to see.  I
took the tray off him, and with my legs feeling more than a little
unsteady, I walked over to the table where most of the guys were
sitting and began to collect up the empty glasses. 

Jan was now sitting on a stool at the bar chatting to the two guys she
had played pool with. I saw she was watching me with interest.  I
jumped, and I saw her grin, when one of the guys stroked his hand
across my backside.  But it was an exciting feeling being in such close
proximity to the guys, knowing that I was exposing everything to them.
I suddenly realized what Jan had said to me yesterday about the feeling
of wanting them to take her. I could feel myself getting very wet as I
went around the small bar collecting glasses with Mike constantly
photographing me. 

We stayed in the bar for about an hour, and everyone was quite
disappointed when Mike decided it was time to leave. I would not have
objected to stopping a while longer as by now I was getting quite a
thrill out of it. 

As we drove home, Jan asked me if I had enjoyed my first day. I nodded.
"Yes, I was dreading it before we started, but as the day went on, I
really began to enjoy myself, and although a little daunting at first,
the session in the bar was really enjoyable. But I am feeling more than
a little horny, and I hope you have the same idea as me once we get
home." 

Jan smiled. "Yes, I think I know what we both need." I smiled and hugged
her to me.

Eve (A true story…OK, maybe not)

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:08:32 +0000

Hello people. Hope you are doing well out there in Fantasy Land. What,
you say you are not in Fantasy Land? Oh you will be soon. Don't worry,
because we are going deep into Fantasy Land. So deep, we may never
return. And believe me, you will go to Fantasy Land with me. Even if I
have to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. So come with me, to
Fantasy Land. 

It all started innocently enough one fine day back in the eighties. If
you recall from a previous story, Rich and I ventured into the alarm
business. This was in addition to our core business of telephone system
installation and repair. In order to design better alarm systems we
hired a guy named Carl. A real whiz kid. A bit nerdy, but a real
genius. If you recall Carl invented a time machine. I being the
adventurous type, was the first to try it out. Went all the way back to
Chicago 1962. Had a great time by the way. Oh yea, that girl was fine,
like fine wine. It took me a while to recover after I got back. Let me
tell you people, this time travel stuff is rough on the body. Talk
about jet lag, you have no idea. But, anyway...I thought it time to
give it another try. I had time to get back in the swing of things and
I was just itching for a new adventure. So, while at the office one day
I decided it was time to talk to Carl again. 

"Carl my man." I started. 

"Yes." He answered. 

"Carl, does that time machine of yours still work?" I asked. 

"Oh yes." He said excitedly, "In fact it is better than ever. I can send
you anywhere, anytime real quick now." 

"Good." I said, "Hey, you don't think we can try it out again do you?" 

"Um, I don't see why not." He said, "I just have to start it up. Give me
a minute." 

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed for a moment as needles moved and
panel lights flashed. There was a momentary hum from the machine. 

"Where do you want to go this time?" Carl asked hesitantly. 

"Oh, I want to go way back this time. All the way back to the time of
Adam and Eve." I stated with confidence, "You know, the dawn of
creation. The origin of mankind." 

"Oh, I don't know." Started Carl, "That might be a bit dangerous. There
might still be dinosaurs and wild animals running around. You sure?" 

"Oh yea, I'm sure." I stated. I think I was sure, but what the heck. How
dangerous can it be? I mean, this is a fantasy. 

"Well, alright." Carl said. 

"Oh, by the way." I started, "How do I get back?" 

Last time I just sort of got lucky. This time I had to ask. 

"Just snap your fingers on your right hand three times in a row." Carl
answered. 

Hmmm...Three times in a row. I have to remember that. 

"Well, I'm ready. Shall we do it?" I asked boldly. 

Carl pushed some buttons and twirled some knobs. Colored lights
flickered on and off as the machine hummed louder. He punched some
numbers into his keyboard. Once again the room started to spin out of
control. I felt funny. My head started to spin and I felt lightheaded.
I shook, I started to sweat. My mind started to race at a fast pace. I
was out of control and there was no stopping it now. 

I woke up on a deserted beach. The water was relatively calm as the
waves gently kissed the shoreline. The sky was a deep blue with a few
snow white clouds hanging low like cotton candy. There were trees off
in the distance as the white sand beach receded into what appeared to 

be woods. I took in the beautiful scenery for a moment. The air seemed
so fresh and pure by the water I didn't want to leave the gorgeous
white sand. I knew I had a mission, though. I turned away from the
water and started walking towards the woods. 

Once I reached the wooded area I was once again in awe of the natural
beauty. As I walked through the dense forest, I looked up and saw
seemingly endless amounts of colorful birds flying around carefree in a
truly natural habitat. The trees all seemed to have leaves of deep
green and grew straight and tall. I could hear the calls of various
animals in the distance, no doubt not used to a human visitor passing
through. After continuing on for some time longer, I paused to rest. I
leaned against the bark of a large oak tree and took a deep breath. The
air was so clean and pure it seemed to have almost a cleansing effect
on the body. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like
footsteps. 

"Who goes there?" I asked quietly. 

There was silence. 

"Who is there?" I inquired. 

I walked for a moment and suddenly came face to face with a handsome,
youthful man dressed in only a couple of fig leaves and a vine. He was
carrying a few coconuts and seemed quite startled as I approached. 

"I'm sorry." I said as he suddenly drew back, "You must be Adam." 

The young man looked me over cautiously for a minute. His gaze was
intense at first as he sized me up. After a few more moments he spoke. 

"Coconut?" He held out his hand offering me his find. 

"No, I just ate." I said, "Thanks anyway." 

"Coconut." Adam repeated. 

"No, um, I'm Alan. Pleased to meet you." I offered him my hand. 

Adam stared at me again in curiosity. I had to be the first man he has
ever seen. After a few moments he stuck out his hand and shook mine. 

"Adam." He said. 

"Yes, you're Adam." I confirmed. There was no doubt in my mind who he
was. 

"Adam." He repeated, this time pointing to himself, "Adam." 

Not much of a talker I thought to myself. I guess language skills were
not particularly well developed back then. Adam will never be known in
history for his literary skills. Heck, history is not even a subject
yet in schools. Come to think of it, there aren't even schools yet. We
are still thousands of years away from literature and poetry. I am
starting to see why. 

We travel a fairly well worn path through the dense forest. I can tell
Adam has taken this route many times before. He seems to know exactly
where he is going. After a while the trees start to become more widely
spaced. I can see bright blue skies overhead. I can hear birds singing
in the distance. The sun is shining brightly on this beautiful clear
day. There are colorful flowers everywhere as hummingbirds and bees fly
around gathering nectar. We are soon standing in the middle of this
giant paradise. In the center a giant fruit tree rises up majestically.
I think to myself that this has to be the most beautiful place I have
ever seen. I realize we are in the Garden of Eden. 

While standing in the garden a chimpanzee runs up to us excitedly and
grabs Adam's hand. 

"Brenda." Adam says, pointing to the chimp. 

"Brenda?" I ask. 

"Brenda." He repeats. 

Brenda the chimp. OK, so it is Adam, Eve and Brenda the chimp. Don't
recall reading that in the Bible. Then again I don't recall reading the
Bible, but that is another story. 

The three of us start walking towards a thatched hut. It is a crude
affair, covered partially in dried mud and leaves. Adam goes inside
briefly while Brenda and I wait outside. In a moment, Adam emerges with
the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen. She has auburn hair
and big green eyes that sparkle in the sun. She is wearing only fig
leaves, strategically placed and held by a vine tied in the back. Hmmm,
I think. I wonder how easy that is to untie. 

"You must be Eve." I start. "I'm Alan." 

"Eve. Eve." Adam smiles, obviously proud of his gorgeous mate. 

I look into Eve's gorgeous eyes as she stands in the Garden of Eden.
Man, there is something I'd like to plant in her garden I think to
myself. Eve just smiles back silently. In a moment Brenda seems to get
a bit agitated. I look to my right and see two chimpanzees going at it
as the male takes the female from behind. 

Suddenly, Adam grabs Eve and bends her over. He gets behind her and
starts humping away. I cover my eyes not really wanting to see the
sight before me. Brenda is jumping up and down excitedly and making all
sorts of chimp noises. In a minute it is over. I uncover my eyes to see
Adam standing there with a big proud grin on his face and Eve looking a
bit unenthusiastic. 

"Like monkey." I say, pointing off towards the chimps. 

"Like monkey." Adam says with a huge grin on his face. 

I think to myself that this Adam guy is a real minuteman. I guess he
doesn't have much to go on. It will be years before sex books and
Playboy magazine. Heck, it will be at least a hundred thousand years
before sex fantasy web sites. I wonder what people do around here for
entertainment I think to myself. Then it hits me. Eve has probably
never had an orgasm. Not if all she has is Adam. I start to realize the
first woman in the world has never had her first orgasm. 

Wow, was my mind racing as I stood there in the Garden of Eden. I felt
like saying to Adam, move over son and I'll show you how it's done.
Somehow it didn't really seem right though, did it? Messing with
scripture and all. No, not me. 

I looked at Eve standing there after she straightened up. She had a coy
smile on her face. She was looking at me with what I perceived to be a
longing look. Man, she was hot looking in those fig leaves. She was
without a doubt not used to seeing other guys in the area. All she had
was Adam. At least she didn't have to worry about him cheating on her.
Hell, if he ever came home smelling of sex, she would have to look at
Brenda. I didn't really want to think about it. 

"You come here often?" I asked her, trying to lighten the mood. 

Eve just stared at me with those big starry eyes. What was going on in
her mind I wondered? Did the first woman on Earth find me attractive? I
know Adam had first dibs, but man was my mind racing again. 

Eve didn't say much. Linguistic skills apparently left a lot to be
desired in those days. Wow, I thought. Here is a hot looking woman that
doesn't talk. As I stood there in the Garden of Eden staring at Eve, I
knew this had to be a fantasy. 

Later that day Adam took me for a tour of the garden with Brenda as Eve
stayed home and did her chores. We returned to the hut later for a meal
of dinosaur and coconut milk. After that the four of us took a stroll
around the Garden of Eden. As we were strolling along, once again
Brenda became agitated. I looked out in the field and once again saw
two chimps going at it. Once again, Adam bent Eve over and started
humping her from behind. Once again, Brenda started jumping up and down
making loud chimp noises. Once again, I closed my eyes not really
needing to see the first couple getting it on. 

I thought to myself, why isn't Eve pregnant? I mean Adam has certainly
been giving it to her at every opportunity. Could the first man be
shooting blanks? I wondered. 

When it was over, about a minute later, Adam once again had that huge
grin on his face. 

"Like monkey." He said proudly. 

"Like monkey." I agreed. 

That night we all slept comfortably on straw on the floor of the hut. It
was a cool evening and sleeping was easy except for Brenda's snoring.
When morning came, Eve cooked a hearty breakfast of dinosaur eggs and
coconut milk. After breakfast we all took a stroll through the garden.
The roses were in full bloom along with a wide variety of other
flowers. It was quite beautiful and colorful. I picked a rose and
handed it to Eve. She took it and smiled at me, her big eyes sparkling
in the morning sun. 

We strolled on until we came to the coconut groves. The coconuts hung in
reach, like Christmas ornaments at the holiday season. It all looked so
glorious. As we strolled slowly enjoying the wonderful fresh morning
air in the Garden, once again Brenda became agitated. I looked over
yonder and once again I saw two chimps getting it on in full view. Once
again Adam got excited and started humping Eve from behind as Brenda
jumped up and down wildly. Once again I shielded my eyes. 

After a brief moment my curiosity got the best of me. I took my hands
away from my face and surveyed the scene before me. I almost could not
believe my eyes. As Brenda jumped up and down, Adam was humping away
just as he observed the monkeys doing. Except as I got closer I
realized nobody had told him he has to actually stick his cock in one
of the holes! 

As I stood there wide-eyed in amazement it dawned on me. Not only has
the first woman on the planet never had an orgasm, but she is most
likely still a virgin! I had to act fast. 

I walked over to one of the coconut trees and grabbed a coconut with
each hand. I walked over beside Adam as he was humping on Eve's butt
and put out my left hand containing one of the coconuts. 

"Coconut?" I asked. 

Adam paused and glanced at the coconut for a moment. With the other hand
I whacked him on the back of the head with the other coconut. He
immediately went down. 

Eve looked up in bewilderment as Brenda continued jumping up and down. 

"Help me drag him over there." I said to Eve. She did not seem to
understand. 

I dragged Adam's groggy body over to one of the coconut trees and tied
him to the trunk with a vine. A few minutes later he awoke, still with
a throbbing erection. Oh well, I thought. Tough luck, though I thought
I saw Brenda heading over that way. Definitely don't want to look at
that. 

I grabbed Eve by the hand. She smiled at me and stared up with those big
green eyes. Her long auburn hair shone brightly in the sun. We walked
hand in hand to the middle of the Garden of Eden under the big fruit
tree. I grabbed Eve by the shoulders and planted a big passionate kiss
on her luscious lips. I proceeded to nibble at her cheek as my tongue
found it's way to her ear lobe. I delicately caressed her ear lobes
with my tongue as she sighed. 

I then made my way down her neck with my soft kisses holding her firm by
the shoulders. When I got to her breasts, I tore away the fig leaves
revealing perky young nipples that pointed to the morning sky. I teased
her engorged nipples with my tongue as I caressed her perfect rounded
breasts. Her soft moans filled my ears as the fresh air and scent of
the wild flowers filled my nostrils. 

I made my way down her stomach with my kisses until I got to the fig
leaf covering her soft mound. I undid the vine holding the leaf in
place with my teeth as I laid her down under the apple tree in the
Garden of Eden. I spread her legs and kissed her from her toes up
towards her womanhood paying special attention to the insides of her
soft thighs. I kissed and nibbled alternately at each thigh as I
approached her soft mound. Her wetness was glistening in the morning
sun as she lies on her back among the wild flowers in the Garden of
Eden. Her delicate scent intermingled with the scent of the many
flowers and plants forming a feast for my senses as I began to kiss her
delicate folds with my lips and tongue. Her soft moans became
increasingly louder as I worked my tongue in circles around her
engorged button as I fingered her moist love canal. As her body
responded to my increased stimulation, I rose up on my knees and
presented her wanting womanhood with my engorged member. Slowly
inserting my entire length, I began to thrust. Slowly at first I began
to take the first woman on Earth under the apple tree. Gradually
increasing my intensity, her moans turned to screams of passion as her
tightening pussy clenched my shaft and milked me of every drop. We both
came together, the first woman on Earth and myself as brightly colored
birds and animals nodded in approval from their distant perches. 

When it was over, we held each other close enjoying each other's
company. We each glanced at each other longingly recalling the special
moment we just shared. 

Eve and I began to make love on a regular basis in the Garden of Eden.
Sometimes under the apple tree, other times in meadows of wildflowers
as the birds sang overhead. It was all very romantic as we fed each
other wild berries right off the vine and walked hand in hand through
this paradise. It seemed Eve forgot all about Adam at this point. 

Our lovemaking trysts went on for a number of days. One morning while
sitting under the apple tree with Eve, I noticed she had been getting
sick. Was she pregnant, I thought? This was about a hundred thousand
years before the pill. Then it hit me. If I impregnated the first woman
on the planet, that would make me the father of the universe. All
mankind would be my descendents. Wow, I thought. It was truly
mindboggling. 

As I was basking in my newfound importance, something else suddenly hit
me. If I am the father of all mankind, that might come with a bit of
responsibility. Food, clothing, college, child support. Oh my God, I
thought. Just as I was starting to think I want out, an apple fell out
of the tree and hit Eve on the head. I was just about to snap my
fingers three times when I saw Eve pick it up and put it to her mouth. 

"Don't eat that!" I shouted. 

It was too late. She took a bite. 

Suddenly dark clouds started to form overhead. The sky turned pitch
black as the Earth started to tremble. 

"We got to get out of here!" I yelled. 

I grabbed Eve by the hand and began running towards the forest. On the
way we went through the coconut grove. Adam was still tied to the tree
with Brenda nearby. 

"Almost forgot." I exclaimed. 

I quickly untied Adam and led the three of them through the forest. Loud
thunder bursts and bolts of lightning struck the ground around us as
the Garden of Eden was slowly destroyed. The high winds and torrential
rains were making it difficult to see but we found our way to the
shore. It was calm by the shore. The clear blue water was still and the
sun shone over the white sand. 

I turned and looked at my hosts. Eve looked longingly at me with those
big green eyes. Brenda looked at me, well like a chimp. Adam just
looked at me. 

I turned to Eve and spoke. 

"Look girl, we had some good times together but I have to move on." I
started, "I think you learned a few things maybe you can pass on." 

I casually glanced at Adam who looked like he needed a shower. 

Eve just continued her longing glances with those big eyes. I knew what
I had to do. 

"Goodbye people. Later." I spoke. 

With that I turned back towards the water and snapped the fingers of my
right hand three times. 

I suddenly felt everything around me start to spin. My mind started to
race as I began to shake. I felt lightheaded as everything began
spinning real fast. 

I woke up back in a chair at work. Carl was standing in front of me
staring. 

"How did it go?" He asked. 

"Would you believe I'm your
great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather?" I asked. 

Carl just continued to stare at me. I got up and went into my office and
sat down at my desk. I felt hungry from the trip. I was hoping I had
something to eat in my desk. 

I opened the desk drawer. Only thing I have to eat is an apple. Suddenly
I lost my appetite. I went back to work.

Save Me – Day 2

admin — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:10:09 +0000

Save Me - Day 2 

Thanks for all who voted and provided comments. 

Part 2A - The awakening 

I awoke early on Saturday with a warm post orgasmic glow inside of me. I
was in bed with a young nubile woman called Amy cuddling up next to me.
She looked so beautiful naked as she curled on her side against me
pressing her naked breasts against my chest.  My mind flashed back to
the night before. The urgent energetic sex was vivid in my mind. The
fragrance of our warm bodies adding to all my senses to confirm I was
not dreaming. I had a raging hard on and wanted to slip my dick into
her.  Then the dream became a nightmare as the feeling of terror came
back to me and the fear made the bulge in the sheets go flat again. I
extracted myself from the bed as quietly as I could to sort out my
thoughts and left Amy to sleep. I went downstairs to prepare some
breakfast.  By then Amy had woken up shouting for me.  She came
scrambling down the stairs looking for me still naked.  When she found
me she just hugged me tight. "I thought you had left me and it just a
dream."  Oh, god..." 

It took a lot of self control to keep from screwing her on the dinning
table but I knew time was scarce if we were to raise the money. I sent
her back up to change and after dressing and breakfast, I said "Amy, we
must do everything we can to generate cash.  Can you call Mr Patel and
see if you can do some photos?  I think he wants to see you in his
lingerie.  Find out why he cancelled." 

"Meanwhile, I'll try and get some models on our modelling books.  If we
can get some decent girls, we can persuade Mr Patel to pay for a photo
shoot and not just his factory staff." 

"Where will you get the girls?" Asked Amy with concern. "He likes them
young." 

"I will go to the local shopping mall.  Your dad had some advertising
boards and a model release form. So I will look legitimate and not some
dirty old man."  I said with a grin thinking, Is 38 really old? 

Part 2 B Preparations 

Mr Patel was very happy to hear from Amy.  She suggested that he comes
to the studio around 11 am to talk about a new business proposition.
She told him to bring some samples of his products which he may want
modelling.  She turned bright red as signs of her oriental sense of
modesty took over and quickly hung up the phone before he could ask any
more details. 

Amy wore a sexy business suit for the meeting with 4 inch heels.  Under
the jacket she only wore a black three quarter cup bra trimmed with
lace which pushed her ample cleavage and butterfly motif lace panties
with a garter and hold ups.  The black lingerie contrast very well
against her lightly tanned skin.  I was constantly hard around her as
she walked around the studio getting her hair and make up ready. 

She was going to use all her charms and expect he would want her to do
some modelling for him.  She showed me a program on her Apple Mac which
was a virtual catwalk.  She had it connected to a discrete camera
mounted at the far end of the room and she pulled down some green
screen backdrops. She could walk up and down the studio and it would
project her on the virtual catwalk. She set up 'Boys' by Britney
Spears, and started recording.  She told me to watch the screen. 

In her business suit, Amy walked down the catwalk, paused at the end
with her eyes staring straight into the camera, hands on her hips and
turned to walk away from the camera.   It was so natural and it looked
as if she had done it a million times before. Once off camera, she
stripped the jacket and skirt and plucked a rose from a vase and did
the same runway moves.  This time she stopped in front of the camera
and turned sideways to profile her body to the camera, kissed the rose
and held it between her cleavage.  I was mesmerised at how fantastic
she looked. The view of her swaying hips as she returned down the
runway was hypnotic. 

When she came back to the computer, sat on my lap and felt my hard on.
"So you like it then" she clicked a few buttons and it layered the fake
audience and a caption with Mr Patel's name on it.  "Instant
marketing." She said as she lifted off my lap before I could grab her
to satisfy my lust.  I was really horny but she pushed me away
reminding me we need to get moving. Part 2 C Recruiting Models 

Around 10.30, I went to set up the stand at the entrance to a shopping
mall. I approach girls in the street but nobody was interested.  It was
difficult to get their attention, as London people are so cynical.  As
noon approached, I had not signed anyone. I was loosing my confidence
and energy. 

I flopped down into a near by public bench and literally bumped into a
pretty young teenager who was looking after a baby in a pram.  It was a
sunny autumn day and the baby was sleeping under some blankets. 

"Are you really a modelling agent?" she asked pointing to my signboard I
had left a few meters away. 

"Yes, I am offering free portfolio shots and a contract" There is no
risk and a bit of fun dressing up. I said to her. Appraising her figure
and bone structure.  I liked what I saw.  She had long blond hair, an
oval face with full lips and long eyelashes. It was easy to see her
assets as they were encased in a sporting top which exposed her mid
drift.  Looking lower, she wore a short white mini skirt.  She noticed
me looking and turned sideways to face me she let one leg cross in
front of her with the other leg still on the floor letting the hem of
her skirt ride back up her thighs to expose her black thong. "Do you
think I have what it takes to be a model?" She said with a cheeky grin
and then reached over and pat my bulge. "I think someone approves!" 

I was in shock at how bold she was to display herself in public like
this and noticed it turned me on. 

She looked at my bulge and then back to my eyes and smiled, "How much
does it pay? The modelling I mean." she asked showing signs of that
cheeky imp. 

I explained that it would depend on the type of work and what the client
wants.  In the true marketing spirit, I made up some fake models and
used household brands as clients which seem to impress her. 

She introduced herself as Chantelle and said she was 18 years old.  At
first I did not believe her, as she looked a lot younger.  She giggled
and said that's what they all say but she produced her driving license
which proved it. 

She told me she was a single mom because the baby's dad was her boss and
he was not going to leave his wife. She had worked for him since she
was 16 years old in an office as his assistant and he had sweet talked
into her panties by taken her out to dinner and bought her gifts. Her
first time with him was on a business trip to Milan, they had gone to
some meetings and he had promoted her.  That night, they had gotten
drunk and spent most of the time screwing everywhere: in the room, in
the swimming pool and in the nightclubs she giggled. She found she
liked the danger of almost getting caught and he wanted everyone to see
them together. He bought her skimpy and revealing outfits and made her
wear nothing underneath.  He would finger her pussy in meetings and
public places.  She would sometimes get orgasms in public and have to
act as if she was ill to cover up.  It often made her more horny than
ever. 

"He was the first man to pay me so much attention." She had said in half
justification. "And we had so much fun." 

Now he pays some cash to help with the baby and regularly visits,
supposedly to see the baby but he often end up fucking her before he
leaves.  Apparently his wife is now his assistant and she is getting
suspicious about his visits. 

I did not say anything as I was fantasising about being that older man
ravaging this nubile beauty in front of me. 

She looked me directly into my eyes and smiled saying, "Modelling sounds
like fun." And picked up my clipboard and just signed herself up.  As
an after thought she asked, "Do I have to do nudes?" 

"Only if you want to." I said rather elated at my first contract.  I
instinctively hugged her and kissed her cheek with joy. 

Returning my grin, she asked. "So when do we start?" 

I took out my camera phone and said I needed to take some photos to send
to Amy the professional photographer and business partner as she is
with a client today.  I took her number and said we may do a shoot
later today or tomorrow. I explained how we were tight on the finances
and needed money to pay off the loan shark.  I did not tell her all our
financial troubles as I thought it may scare her away. 

She grinned her infectious grin. "You're so nice to help. That's so
cute." then said that her mother and baby class friends may want to
sign up as well.  They had a gym class in a few minutes and would I
like to come along and meet some of them?  She warned me that they were
all around her age. 

I "You could be a MILF agency." She said with a giggle. When I stared at
her blankly, she explained, "MILF, Mothers I Love to Fuck!"  It was my
turn to go red. 

Part 2D The Signing 

Mr Patel had arrived with a small bag of under garments.  Amy told him
to wait a few minutes as she wanted his full attention to make a big
entrance.  She counted to 30 and checked her makeup before coming
through the doorway from the back room.  She could tell from the way Mr
Patel's eyes widen and then travelled up and down her body that she had
made a good impression. Amy whisked him upstairs to the studio.  Taking
her time climbing the stairs to give him a chance to look up her skirt. 

Once upstairs, Amy walked to a cocktail cabinet and offered Mr Patel
some champagne which he accepted.  He greedily admired Amy as she moved
around the room making final preparations for the meeting.  His eyes
bulged as she bent forwards towards him to top up his glass.  He could
not miss her soft white globes as he peeked down the front of her
jacket.  Amy's eyes were looking at his crotch to see the satisfactory
bulge in there. 

She moved to the sofa and he sat next to her admiring her sexy curves
under the suit and at that moment, Amy crossed her legs  and the split
on her skirt rode up to expose a generous amount of thigh and the tops
of her stockings. She appeared not to notice what she had done as she
fiddled with her paperwork in her hands. Mr Patel just leaned back and
smiled feeling his dick hardening to an uncomfortable size inside his
pants.  He was going to enjoy doing business with her. 

She dimmed the lights to the room and ran the catwalk video.    When it
was finished, she raised the lights and put four A4 size still frame
shots printed on glossy paper for him to look.  There were two full
body photos, one  in her business suit and one in the end of catwalk
pose, kissing the rose.    The next two were close ups of beautiful
breasts encased in the lacy bra and the last was of the black butterfly
motif panties.  You could see the fine details of her mound through the
lacy butterfly pattern and it was clear she was shaved. 

She paused as she watched Mr Patel soak in all the details in the
photos.  He breathed, "Very nice. Yes, very nice indeed.  And you did
these photos yourself?"  She nodded and knew she had him hooked. She
made her pitch which was for the agency to do all his modelling and
photoshoots for the next year.  This was to include 2 seasons of
fashion a year in the shop's own fully equipped studio.  He could also
extend the contract for a second year at the same rates at the end of
the contract. 

Although she was very persuasive they haggled for a while with the daily
rates and the number of models to use.  He said he wanted to choose the
models himself and did not want oldies that were in the existing model
portfolios she had shown him last time. He had confessed it was the
reason why he cancelled. 

Amy was able to show him the slightly blurred photo of Chantelle who he
agreed was more the image he wanted. But he could not see clearly and
would like to interview her and all our models first. Amy texted me
that we should get a meeting that evening. 

He also insisted that Amy model his garments.  She managed to talk him
into limiting her involvement to one item per season on the basis she
was the photographer.  The prospect of seeing Amy in skimpy underwear
posing for him was enough for him to agree to sign up. 

She reminded him that they needed a cash deposit of £1500 within 24
hours of signing.  He said it would not be a problem and reached into
his jacket and put a roll of fifties on the seat between them.  He said
it was £500 first but he wanted to see 'in the flesh' what he got for
his money.  She would also need to model his items first before he
actually signed anything. 

"But of course.  You want to see how I look like in lingerie." Amy said
in a sexy grin. She turned on some music and stood to strip off her
jacket bumping and grinding herself to the music.  With her back to Mr
Patel, she unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it bending at the
waist, letting Mr Patel have a good look at her shapely ass.  She
continued to dance on her heels to the music wiggling her body inches
away from him in a true lap dancer fashion. Mr Patel did not know what
to make of it.  He tried to grab her body but Amy would wiggle out of
his grasp at the last minute.  He just could not wait and unbuckled his
pants to release his cock. But he got the fright of his life when she
put her stiletto heel right on his crotch shaking her head. "Naughty
boy. I'm a model not a whore." Mr Patel just nodded and murmured some
apologies. At that moment the track finished and Amy stopped dancing.
She was covered in a fine layer of perspiration. Amy was also feeling
horny at the power she had over this man. This contributed to the build
up of sexual tension in the room. 

Amy was afraid she had gone too far and offered Mr Patel another glass
of champagne.  It seem to relax both of them. Part 2E The Samples 

After they drank their champagne, Amy said "Are these the items?"  she
gestured to the bag.  She stood and lifted each item from the bag and
laid it on the bed. "Yes, they are from a private range.  More up
market.  Sell at a higher price.  But my girls in the factory will not
do it justice." 

There were three outfits in total.  The first was called She Devil and
had a red cape, devil's fork and hair bands with little devil horns.
The panty was more of a bikini cut and had a little female red devil on
the front spreading herself and impaled on the handle of her fork.
Whilst Amy was examining it, she realised that where the devil's pussy
slit was also a discrete opening.  She examined the bra and they were
decorated with eyes accept that the iris were also slits for the
nipples to poke through.   Very sexy she thought. 

The second was called Kinky Slave. It was made up of a set of soft
leather cups which covered the breast and had metal rings and thin
leather straps to hold it in place.  The panty, if you could call it
that,  was a triangle of leather with a small rings at each corner.
Along the waist it had chains and below, a thin leather disappeared
under to be attached at the back with the chains. There was a leather
choker with a ring at the back to connect a leash and the outfit was
completed with some semi transparent veils to wear around the waist. 

The final set was called Classic. It was made up of  a black net fabric
which was a see thru bra and panty set with garter belt and stockings.
It was well detailed to feel feminine. 

"Which one do you want me to try Mr Patel?" Amy asked. 

He had got to the bed next to her.  She saw he had taken off his jacket
and was standing close to her lusting over her body.  "I think the She
Devil outfit  is absolutely suitable for you."  He said. 

"you are naughty tonight." She said as she picked it up and ran to the
changing area.  She stripped off her outfit and put on the cape, horns,
bra and panties.  Her nipples were so horny that they popped through
the slits in the bra.  She could feel her pussy absolutely soaked and
her lips were open and ready for more attention.  She eyed the 15
inches devil's fork  and realised the 6 inch handle was sculptured like
a nice fat cock. 

Surely she couldn't do it . But she was so horny.  Before she knew it,
she was sitting on the dressing room chair, legs wide apart penetrating
herself with the handle through the slit of the panties.  Glancing at
the full-length mirror it was like a different woman staring back at
her.  A She Devil, 'Temptress', trying to tempt men with her charms
promising untold pleasures. 

Mr Patel was watching from the side of the bed and saw everything she
did until she sat down.  He had decided to take matters into his own
hands and stripped off his clothes down to his boxers.  He was a proud
man.  He liked to think he was in good condition for his age and at
least was very proud of his body, he had a smooth chest, a little fat,
but his mistress and the girls he screws at the factory never complain. 

When Amy did not come out from behind the screen, he thought it was
another one of her games. 

He moved around the changing panels and saw to his surprise the She
Devil fucking herself on the cock shaped handle.  Her eyes were closed
and he could see from her breathing she was close. "Not a whore?" he
breathed under his breath. "I think not." 

He walked closer to her and pulled out his fat 6 inch prick and waved it
at her mouth.  "Are you enjoying yourself?" Amy was too close to orgasm
to really hear and just nodded between moans. The handle was very thick
and it was stretching her with a good full feeling as she dipped her
fingers under the band of her panty and rubbed her clit. Almost there. 

Mr Patel started to rub his fat cock at her lips but it seems like Amy's
petit mouth could not get the whole thing inside.  It was a problem he
often encountered but Amy's lush lips and darting tongue were giving
him an excellent alternative. He started to lean over to play with
Amy's tits and nipples. 

The pressure on her nipples along with the fat cock shaped handle in her
pussy was enough to push her over the edge.  She opens her mouth to
give a long moan and Mr Patel was able to plunged his cock head through
into her mouth.  He could not believe the sensation  and with the
vibration of her orgasmic moaning and thrashing tongue on the sensitive
head, he shot his sperm into her mouth and some of the jets were so
strong it splashed against her tongue and over her face and hair. 

They froze together like statues in post orgasmic bliss for about 30
seconds.  Amy's mouth was starting to become sore and she had to
swallow his cum just to breath.  Mr Patel's cock shrank and popped out
of her mouth. He just stared at Amy's beautiful cum splattered face
like a porn star.  Amy gathered his cum with her fingers and swallowed.
 She grinned over at him and licked her lips. She looked down to the
obscene looking red devil's fork poking out of her panties.  She ran
her fingers down her body and reached one hand to her pussy and another
hand on the fork.  She slowly extracted the fork out of her post
orgasmic cunt with an audible plop it was so tender and sensitive. 

"Fantastic. Amy, that was certainly a very special happy ending.  I
think we can do business together in future." Mr Patel assumed that
business was completed.  He quickly dressed and told her to keep his
samples.  He suggested they could try out some of the other outfits
next time. "They are naughty but nice" she said with a giggle. As she
genteelly ran her hand over her the fabric of the outfit. 

"Yes you are Amy."   He said as he signed the contract and left the
shop. 

To be continued. Please vote and add a comment.

Hotel Tales

admin — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:09:39 +0000

Hotel Tales Part 1 Feedback is welcome: sign_in_here_uk@yahoo.co.uk 

I thought I'd think back to my early 20's when life was still waiting
for me to slow down a bit. This is the account of my last summer before
leaving university. 

I'd worked in hotels doing various low key jobs on and off for years to
make some extra cash. The main reason I liked the job was that many
hotels would offer accommodation for free or for a nominal amount. It
was also a hotbed of sex and piss-ups as all the staff partied their
wages away. This hotel was a 3 star seafront resort hotel on the south
coast (England) and catered mainly for retired people on coach tour
holidays. There were other guests but it was probably 75% these tours. 

The hotel had a top floor that was in dire need of refurbishment but
was, for the foreseeable future, staff accommodation. The lucky ones
who'd been there a while got poky little singles but the part timers
like me had to share a twin room. There was one bathroom, 3 in total,
for every 5 or 6 rooms to share and there were about 25 staff living in
these rooms. When I first arrived I was in a twin room on my own but
after a month I was sharing with an Irish guy called Paul who was
working there as part of his hospitality management course. 

Once I'd got a feeling for my colleagues and shared a few drinks got to
know who were the party types and who weren't. The end block of rooms
were all the long term staff who might have the odd drink but kept away
from the rest of us after hours. Because of the shifts there were
always people coming and going around us. This is where things began to
get interesting! 

I was out with ten others and we went to our usual pub. The pub was a
busy one that was a bit 'spit and sawdust' but the beer was cheap and
they had a room with two pool tables. We took over the pool room as
soon as we arrived and were just drinking and playing a few games of
winner stays on. A while later one of the waitresses (Sandra) turned up
with five of her friends, all of whom were pretty good looking. I went
up to play Ray who had been on five games unbeaten and made my brake.
Ray then proceeded to pot balls as I chatted up one Sandra's friends.
It wasn't long before I realised that Ray was on a roll and was on the
black already. It was an impossible pot so I guessed he would play a
safety. Instead he slammed the white ball so hard it jumped and, having
come off two cushions slammed into the black which hit two more
cushions on  its way to the hole. I watched as the black trickled
towards the middle pocket, kissed one of my balls, eased over the edge
and down! 

Ray then shouted at the top of his voice, "EIGHT BALLED!" The group then
started to chant, "Eight Balled, Eight Balled!" and I laughed at my
misfortune. My first game with this lot and I never even got a shot
off. Then Steve, the hotel's security guard (really just a porter with
a fancy title) came over and pulled me to one side. Steve explained it
was a pub rule as well as a hotel staff rule that if you get eight
balled you have to run a lap of the pub with no trousers on. "Basically
Tony you have to show everyone your 'equipment' and be a little
humiliated." 

I was a bit aghast at this and looked up to see everyone staring at me
and still chanting, "Eight Balled, Eight Balled...... Balls Out!" I was
a bit shitting myself and tried to blag it as an 'in' joke but within a
couple of minutes I realised this was real so had to decide whether to
do it or run and live in shame as a wimp. I was still in shock but it
began to dawn on me that this was a fantasy of mine but I'd never had
the bottle to flash before. This was to be an acceptable way of showing
myself off and be acceptable. The landlady then shouted at me. "Hey....
Newbie...... Either get your knob out or get out!" 

I decided I was going for it so kicked off my trainers and dropped my
trousers and boxers in one swift move. I was fairly hidden though as my
shirt tails were quite long. I was now feeling VERY exposed so began my
run. Obviously the punters in the busy pub weren't going to make this
easy for me and blocked my routes forcing me to take the longest
possible run in and out of tables. One 40 something woman grabbed my
ass but I made it back in to the pool room (the pub was set with 3
separated areas with a bar in the centre so a full circle could be
ran).
I was greeted by laughter and cheers as I dove into the room, my cock
and balls swinging about and my shirt wafting about to expose me. I'm
no porn star in the trousers but am slightly above average and happy
with my lot. One of the waitresses, a blonde bimbo called Stacey with
an IQ of about 6 was wagging her little finger at me but other than
that it was a real thrill for me and I was almost disappointed to put
my trousers back on. My underwear had been thrown behind the bar by
somebody so I was now commando but felt my dick swell a little at the
excitement. I realised I love exposing myself. 

The rest of the night involved getting very drunk and despite trying
(without wanting it to be obvious) I never got Eight Balled again that
night. I was all ready once only for me to win as the other bloke
potted the black but the white followed it in giving me the win! I was
chatting to one of the girls, a busty redhead receptionist called Dee
who admired my confidence and said that if it was them they wouldn't do
it (girls have to do it topless). As such they don't play, just in
case! 

As we got close to closing time and everyone was very drunk I had been
for a pee and thought I would come out without zipping up to see what
happened. Nobody noticed and I wasn't really poking out, despite a
couple of subtle attempts to make my fly gape open. Still no one saw it
though. As it was time to go there were about 9 of us left from the
hotel so we made our way back as a group. Being a bit drunk and horny I
decided to pull my dick out and feign not realising if it caused a
scene. We were half way back and Dee and Sandra were falling behind so
I said to others to keep on and I'd hang back with them to be sure they
got back o.k. 

We wondered slowly as the girls talked about favourite cocktails. Dee
then said "STOP!" so we all stood still wondering what was wrong.
"Tony.... your willy is showing!" I pretended to be shocked and
apologised saying my underwear was stolen during my lap of the pub
making no effort to put it back. Dee then shocked me as she leant over
and took a hold of my dick and pushed it back into my jeans, slowly
pulling up the fly after. It was so hot! Her soft touch was
electrifying but it was the way she wrapped her whole hand around when
it was clearly not necessary. I began to get a boner right away tenting
my trousers but we were now past the street lighting so I don't think
the girls saw anything. 

We went into the hotel through the staff entrance and up the back stairs
to our rooms. I invited them back to mine for another few drinks as I
had a bottle of JD and diet cokes in my room but they declined saying
they had to be in work in 6 hours. I went to my room (still alone at
this point) and had an amazing wank to the thoughts of that night. 

It was from this point on that I started to try and get caught with my
cock out at every chance. It seemed this group of people in the hotel
were o.k. with it and I was going to take advantage of that fact.. I
would always wank to the bathroom naked from then on and lots more
exposure followed over the next 13 weeks. 

More to follow.

The Next Assignment, by Lady Grey

admin — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:05:07 +0000

The Next Assignment by Lady Grey. 

To the reader, this is part 6 of the very successful Blackmail series,
and when I say in the introduction masturbation and exhibitionism,
that's what I mean. There is no one to one sex, no anal and no outright
fucking. If this is what you are looking for this story is not for you.
Some of my readers like this type of story but I guess it's not for
everyone. But don't read it and then complain afterwards. Laura. 

When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt contest, she was
in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent sexual needs. It
had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on the way home,
but after her experience the last time in the car and the resulting
photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to pop
up. 

She managed to get herself to bed, and from her selection of sex toys
she selected her favorite and latest purchase, her new wonderful Future
Tech Rabbit vibrator, which she had named Roger. She would have rather
had the real thing, but at that moment beggars couldn't be choosers and
Roger was the next best thing. 

Sometimes when her needs were urgent, Roger could be described as the
best. Unlike some men, it never went soft, and it always did what was
required of it. She applied a smear of lubricating cream to the end and
set the speed to low. She almost cried out when she felt the head press
against her sensitive pussy lips. Gently parting the lips she eased it
slowly inside enjoying the motion as the rotating steel balls located
in the shaft stimulated the walls of her vagina. 

Now with the full seven inches of Roger inside her and the clitoral
stimulator in position to do its job, she slowly increased the speed to
the next level and began working the tool slowly in and out. She was
breathing heavily, moving the vibrator as gently as possible against
every sensitive area. She wanted to prolong the wonderful experience
for as long as possible. 

When she felt the first waves of an orgasm building up inside her, she
stopped moving the tool and just lay there letting Roger's vibrations
pleasure her. With her free hand she squeezed her nipple tightly
between her thumb and finger, enjoying the exquisite pain that coursed
through her body. 

She now badly needed to cum and flicked the switch to the high position.
She moaned loudly as the extra speed stimulated the oncoming orgasm.
Then with a cry, it hit her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs, trapping
Roger inside her as the wonderful first orgasm burst inside her. She
fell back on the pillows gasping, the tool still jerking inside her. 

She managed to reach down and switch it off, but she left it in position
enjoying the feel of it inside her, and when she managed at last to
regain her composure, she repeated the process. That was the first of
many orgasms that night until exhaustion and sleep overtook her. 

She awoke the following morning to feel Roger still in position. She
couldn't resist switching him on for just one more time before
reluctantly replacing him in his box. He would need to be cleaned
later. She slipped out of bed and dragged herself to the shower. 

After the shower, she felt refreshed and hungry. Sunday was usually her
day of leisure. She slipped into some fresh undie's and eased on a
wrap. She would dress later when she decided what she was going to do.
Maybe he would call so she didn't make any plans. 

In the kitchen, she cooked herself a full English: bacon, eggs, tomatoes
and fried bread, a meal not good for the figure, but it was her weekly
treat. She was on her second cup of coffee when the phone rang. She
picked it up; it was him. 

"Good morning, Mary. How do you feel this morning?" 

"Okay, but I was exhausted after last night," she replied. "But I'm
feeling better after a sleep." 

"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself last night. You put on
a very revealing show; everyone loved it." 

She smiled to herself. "Well, at least I did win." 

"Yes, and with that performance you certainly should have. I did hear
that you shared your winnings with Rita for helping you." 

Mary gasped. Did this guy know everything? 

"You went a lot further than I expected. Did you find it stimulating
exposing yourself like that?" 

"Yes, I guess I did. It was okay at the time, but in the cold light of
day, I think I went a bit far." 

"No, you did everything that I expected of you, and more, and because of
that I have a special treat for you next weekend. Have you ever done
any promotional work?" 

"I've helped out at a few trade shows and exhibitions." 

"Good, that's even better. I will send you the information in the post.
Oh, by the way, you will need to take Friday off and go down to
Midchester on Thursday evening. I've booked you into the Travel Lodge
there for two nights. It's a double room so why not ask Bob to go with
you? Be some company for you and save you money on batteries." Did this
guy know everything about her? 

"I might have one more little game night for you before you go, but you
can relax for today. You did a great job last night. I took some
interesting pictures." 

Mary gasped. "You didn't, no." 

"Just for my own personal pleasure. I think you have kept your side of
the bargain so I will keep mine as long as you continue to do as you
are asked. I'll ring you after you get the letter. Enjoy the rest of
your day." And with that, the phone went dead. 

She rang Bob and found him at home alone. She told him about the show
last night. 

"Wish I'd been there," he said. 

"I couldn't have done it if I'd known you were there." She went on to
tell him about the call she had received that morning. 

"Sounds interesting. Did he say what Exhibition it was?" 

"No, he said he would send everything in the post. Will you be able to
get time off? It will be nice to spend a couple of nights together." 

"Shouldn't be a problem. I've some days due to me and I'll tell her I'm
going to a weekend conference." 

They chatted for a while longer before ringing off, and she arranged to
contact him when she had the full details. 

It was Wednesday before the letter arrived. Well, it was a large parcel
actually. It contained a list of instructions on who to contact, the
hotel reservation, and two exhibitors passes for the exhibition, but no
details on what the event was. It also contained a light weight belted
rain coat. 

She put the coat to one side when she suddenly had an idea. She went on
the internet, typed in a listing for the Midchester Exhibition Center,
and when it came up, she clicked on future events. She scrolled down
the menu until she came to next weekend's date and clicked. She gasped
when the screen came to life. 

She read the details: 5th Annual Erotic Fair, Superb Weekend Event
featuring all the main suppliers of erotic toys, clothing and fetish
gear as well as all the big porno film and DVD production companies.
Mary read through it again. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her mind was
already racing, thinking about what she might be expected to do. 

She went back to the letter and read the instructions. He explained that
she would be working for some of the suppliers and companies at the
exhibition, and he had decided that who she worked for would be left up
to her. There was a list of six companies below from which she had to
select three options, one company for each day at the exhibition. But
to make it more interesting she had to complete a task. If she
completed the task satisfactorily, she could eliminate a company of her
choice. If she failed in a task, the company was left on the list and
he could then select it for her. She read through the instructions
again. A bit like a TV reality show she thought to herself. 

She read on through the instructions. "I have set you three tasks to be
completed tonight. Tomorrow, depending on the results, you can tell me
which companies you have eliminated. Your tasks are as follows:  At one
a.m. in the morning you are to go to the Wall Mart store in
Petersfield. I know it's a thirty minute drive, but you shouldn't meet
anyone you know there.  You will be wearing only the coat provided. It
has a tie around belt for ease." 

"Park up in the car park, and then get out of the car and make your way
towards the entrance. There will be two security guards on the door. As
you make your way towards them, unfasten the belt and allow the coat to
fall open. Walk up to them and ask directions to the dairy products and
the dry cleaners. Explain that you urgently need some milk and have an
item that needs cleaning. Don't attempt to adjust the coat in any way;
just let it remain open." 

"When you enter the store, you may refasten the coat. Then take a
trolley as you make your way to the dairy products aisle at the far end
of the store and pick up a bottle of milk. When you have done this, you
must remove the coat and place it in the trolley, then make your way
down the aisle. You are not to rush. Stop and examine products as you
would if you were shopping. At the bottom of the aisle, you may put the
coat back on and make your way over to the check outs. If there is a
male assistant on the till, unfasten the coat and let it fall open
again as you did when you entered the store. After that, make your way
to the dry cleaners. This is located near the entrance." 

"Explain to the assistant that you need a coat cleaning and give him the
details. When he has taken them down, remove the coat and pass it to
him. You may then make your way back to the car. Complete each of these
tasks to my satisfaction and you can then pick the three companies you
want to work for at the exhibition." 

Mary again read through the letter. She slowly shook her head. Going
through with this one was going to be bad enough, but she could also
get arrested for this little stunt. She thought about ringing Bob, but
decided not too. If she told him, he might turn up at the store or even
want to go with her. It might be helpful afterwards, but she would feel
happier getting it over on her own. 

When she got home, she tried to eat something, but she was feeling
nervous and could only manage a small amount. The evening went slowly.
She tried to watch some TV, but she could not settle. At eleven o'clock
she went up and showered. Afterwards, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe
and did her hair and make up. If she was going to be on show, she might
as well look good. 

With the make up complete, she removed the bathrobe and tried on the
coat that she had received in the parcel. She hadn't tried it before
and she was a little dismayed to find that it was on the small size for
her. It was okay fastened, but with the belt undone it gaped open. She
shrugged. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now. 

She belted the coat, up picked up her purse, and made her way to the
car. Thirty minutes later found her pulling into Wall Mart's car park.
She glanced around and was pleased to see that there were only a few
cars there, and she managed to park fairly close to the entrance. 

She looked towards the entrance and saw the two security guards. He
certainly had his facts right, she thought to herself. She glanced at
her watch. It was just before one a.m.. Well, at least she was on time. 

She stepped out of the car, locked it, and began to walk towards the
entrance. At about twenty yards away, she unfastened the coat. She
shivered slightly as she felt the cool night air on her exposed body.
She saw the security men looking at her as she approached. She realized
that her pussy was on open display, but at least for the moment her
breasts had remained covered. 

"I need the dairy section and the dry cleaners," she said, stopping
before the guards. She noticed where both pair of eyes were looking and
immediately felt the excitement she had began to experience every time
she exposed herself to a stranger 

"The dairy products are over there," one of the guards said, pointing
vaguely in the direction of the dairy aisle after dragging his eyes off
her exposed pussy. "And the dry cleaners are by the entrance just
inside." Mary thanked the two men, and with slightly shaking legs, she
made her way into the store refastening her coat as she did so. She was
pleased to see that the store was almost empty. Only a few late night
customers were pushing trolleys around the aisles. She picked up a
small trolley and made her way over towards the dairy section. She
smiled at the few customers who glanced up from their shopping at the
attractive woman in the tightly belted coat. 

When she reached the dairy section, she picked up a bottle of milk and
placed it in the trolley. She glanced around; there was no one on the
aisle. She quickly slipped out of the coat and placed it in the
trolley. She felt suddenly exposed now that she was naked under the
bright lights of the store. 

She wanted to dash down the aisle and get it over with, but she knew the
rules. Slowly she began to make her way down the aisle, stopping from
time to time to pick up a product and examine it.  She was half way
down when to her shock a shopper came into view. He was an older guy,
around fifty or so. He gave her a cursory glance then looked again when
he realized that she was naked. He stopped and watched as she walked
towards him. It was quite a while since he had seen such an attractive
sight. 

"Wonderful, my dear; you look absolutely wonderful." Mary felt herself
blushing slightly. 

Mary continued on past him knowing that his eyes were still on her. 

Suddenly another trolley came into view, this time pushed by a middle
aged couple. The guy's eyes lit up when he saw her, and the woman
looked at him angrily. "I can see why you wanted to come here at this
time in the morning. Did you know about this? Is it a stunt?" she heard
her say. The guy shook his head trying to make excuses, but not taking
his eyes off Mary for a moment. 

"Dirty little slut," she heard the woman say as she passed them. 

"You should try it yourself; might put some excitement back into our
marriage." 

The woman huffed. "That's just the sort of comment I expected from you."

At last she reached the end of the aisle without any more incidents. She
slipped the coat back on and made her way towards the check out. She
saw at once there was a male assistant on the check out. In fact every
check out was manned by a guy. She picked the best looking one, a
college type who was doing the night job to work his way through
college. A small badge on his shirt told her his name was Gavin. 

As she stepped up to the check out, she undid the belt; the coat gaped,
and so did the guy's mouth. "Fucking hell, you're naked," the young guy
gasped. Then he held his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, err, Miss. It's
just...... Well, it's not every day that you see ...... Well, you
know." Mary smiled, feeling a little sorry for the guy. "It's okay,
Gavin. I'm doing it for a bet; my boyfriend put me up to it." 

"You are very beautiful, and you have a lot of guts to do something like
this." 

Gavin at last dragged his eyes away from her body and swiped the milk
through the check out. She paid him, smiled, and began to make her way
over to where the dry cleaners were located. She glanced back and found
him still looking at her. 

At the cleaning desk, she followed the instructions. She gave the
assistant her details, and then to the obvious amazement and delight of
the guy at the desk, she removed the coat and passed it to him. He took
the coat with shaking hands. "Are you sure about this?" he asked with
some hesitation in his voice. Mary nodded, took the offered ticket from
him, and turned to make her way to the entrance. 

Between her and the entrance, several customers had stopped and were
looking in her direction. It was not often that you get a completely
naked shopper. The two security guards were also just inside the
entrance, keeping an eye on things. At the moment it was her things
they were keeping an eye on. 

She looked down the store towards the check outs. All the staff and
customers were watching; she waved to Gavin, smiled at the two guards,
and made her way to the car park. She wanted to run, but she knew this
was not in the rules. At last, thankfully, she was at her car. She
quickly got in, and with another wave towards the security guards, she
drove away. 

At this stage she couldn't resist pushing her fingers down between her
thighs, and she wasn't surprised the find her pussy leaking. She
slipped a finger into the warm wetness and groaned. She needed to get
home where Roger would be waiting for her. 

As she drove naked through the darkened streets, she wondered when he
would ring. Hopefully not tonight. She needed time to herself. 

If you found this interesting just add me to your list of favourit
authors and you'll find out about the next installment.

Earning a living

admin — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:47:00 +0000

This isn't meant to sound vain or arrogant but I'm sexy and very pretty
and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I've been popular with guys
since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are
now 32c and I'm a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I'm
Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya - 29, Stacey - 27 and
me; the black sheep of the family with 6 tattoos to prove it. 

Looking like I do has been a curse and a blessing in equal measures over
the years. I love the attention my looks and boobs brings as I've
always been an attention seeker - you should see how I dress! But I'm
drawn to ‘bad boys' who are often married or in a relationship. They,
in return are drawn to me; which is why I had to move in with my elder
sister 6 weeks ago. I'll not bore you with the details but my flatmate
wasn't too happy when she found me in her bed with her boyfriend and
his brother. What made it worse was that I worked in my flatmate's
parents' shop so following a stand-up argument in front of everyone
when I arrived in the shop two days later; I lost my job too. 

My sister, Tanya and her family live in a four bed roomed detached house
on a very nice estate. 

No job meant no money so I've found myself living with my elder sister
and her family. She's got a good job in a Bank and her husband manages
a Supermarket across town. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little
boring) and has a crush on me. Max left for work at 7am every morning
and Tanya took their son to school on her way to work every morning at
8.15 which left me free to be bored out of my skull all day as I had no
money; until they came home at 6 o'clock. 

Well, I say ‘bored' but that just means I could make my own
entertainment! 

I'd moved in on the Saturday and on the Wednesday I was standing at the
door from the utility room at about 11.30; smoking a cigarette and
checking my texts. The doorway was quite secluded; with a high locked
gate at one end to the left of the linked passageway and to the right
two back gardens were about 6 feet the other way. Suddenly the door to
the neighbouring utility room opened and a man in his fifties got a
shock as he put some rubbish in the wheelie-bin. 

"Fu.....Bloody Hell!" He laughed and clutched his chest - pretending to
have a heart attack. "I'm not used to anyone else being around during
the week." He laughed. 

I smiled and introduced myself. 

"Of course," he joked, "I'd forgottan that Tanya was expecting guests." 

He introduced himself as Ian; but everyone called him Minty and chatted
about the neighbourhood and his grown up family. I was so engrossed in
the conversation it didn't dawn on me until after a couple of minutes
that I was still wearing the loose t-shirt that I'd worn in bed and it
finished about 5 inches above my knees and I was wearing nothing
underneath - no bra or panties. The dirty old bugger was getting an
eyeful; especially as the cool breeze in the passageway between the
houses was making my nipples stiffen and the hem of the shirt flap a
little. 

When I finished my cigarette I made my excuses and went back inside. It
wasn't just my nipples that were tingling now....my pussy was too. A
mans age has never been a problem for me; and Ian was well in his 50's
over 6 feet tall and very thick set and rugged with a number 2 crop and
a gold earring. He looked a bit like Shrek but with a twinkle in his
eyes. I was soon standing in the middle of the huge kitchen stroking my
damp kitty. I heard some noises from the garden and spotted Minty
hanging the washing out. The more I watched from my secluded position
the less he looked like Shrek and more like Jack Nicholson, dressed in
his baggy combat shorts and Nike t-shirt. I also spotted a tattoo on
each of his calves and a couple of faded ones on his forearms. One was
a Bulldog holding a Union Jack and another looked like a football
crest. 

He eventually spotted me and smiled and waved. I waved back, but little
did he know that my other hand was stroking my kitty. With all of the
trauma of the last couple of weeks I hadn't had sex since the threesome
fiasco with my ex-boss's husband and his brother. 18 cock free days was
a long time for me and my pussy needed seeing to. I took my fresh cup
of coffee and went back to bed and found my ‘rampant rabbit' in my bag
and proceeded to masturbate for the next hour or so; giving myself
three orgasms fantasising about the failed threesome and my new next
door neighbour. 

Before going to work my sister had left some money and a list of
groceries that needed buying; so I unhappily went to the supermarket in
the afternoon. On my return Minty was cutting the grass on his front
lawn. When he saw me get out of the taxi and approach the house he
pulled his i-pod earphones out and winked. "How're you this afternoon?" 

"Fine thanks." I replied and brushed some imaginary fluff off my chest. 

"I nearly didn't recognise you with your clothes on." He winked again
and stared at my tits. 

I smiled and let myself into the house knowing the old man was watching
my every move; which was no surprise; as I was wearing a very short
denim skirt, white halter-vest and a black leather biker jacket.....and
my red heels. 

After dinner I mentioned meeting Minty. Tanya told me to keep away from
‘that man' as he was ‘trouble with a capital T'. Max disagreed; then
told me that Minty had been arrested a couple of times for fighting at
football matches and he owned a couple of rough pubs in the centre of
town that his sons Phil and Grant managed and the local football
hooligans met at; plus he also owned a garage that his other son Gary
managed. 

Minty's wife Dawn owned a ladies dress shop in a shopping centre a
couple of miles away. Oddly enough Tanya liked the wife; who sounded
like a snob to me; just like her. 

The following morning I lay in bed fiddling with my kitty until long
after Max and Tanya left for work; then at roughly the same time as the
previous day I wandered to the back door coffee in hand and lit a
cigarette before checking my texts. I felt like a smitten schoolgirl as
my stomach was in knots and my pulse was racing as I kept glancing at
the neighbour's back door. I eventually smoked two cigarettes but there
was no sign of him so I went back into the house and sulked in front of
the TV. At about 2pm, I heard a car pull up on Minty's drive and
watched him climb out of a large Range Rover carrying some shopping
bags. 

I instantly jumped off the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to make
another cup of coffee. Still dressed in the t-shirt I'd slept in and
deliberately not wearing any underwear I noisily opened the back door
and lit a cigarette. Minty's door was already open but there was no
sign of him. As I pressed the keypad on my phone I dropped my lighter
and had to turn and bend to pick it up. When I stood back up Minty was
standing at the door grinning like a Cheshire Cat; as he'd obviously
just had an eyeful of my uncovered private parts up my t-shirt. 

Without mentioning what he'd just seen or what he was now openly staring
at we chatted about my financial predicament. I mentioned that I'd
worked in several pubs in the past but he quickly let me know that he
wasn't looking for new bar staff. Just like the previous day the breeze
blew around the bottom of my t-shirt and this time blew it up an inch
or two; but Minty never batted an eyelash. 

It became a regular occurrence (hardly accidental!) that we shared a
coffee most mornings and a couple of lunchtimes over the next week. I
would get up at about 11 and go straight to the back door in my t-shirt
or short nightdress for my first cigarette of the day. A couple of
times when he was working in his back garden or hanging washing out I
would accidentally walk around the kitchen only wearing a bra and
panties...but still he never said a word about my behaviour or made a
move on me. I was getting more attention from my brother in law but he
too was shit-scared to make a move. By the Wednesday of the second week
I had to buy new batteries for my rabbit. 

It was after buying the batteries I decided to put Plan B into action.
When I arrived home I saw him working in his back garden, only wearing
a pair of baggy grey marl sports shorts and some old trainers. His
flabby belly was hanging over his shorts like a muffin but his grey and
brown speckled hairy chest and stomach more than compensated. Plus I'd
noted his hands were huge; like shovels. The theory is that a girl
should look for a guy with big feet; but in my experience the link
between big hands and a big cock is much more accurate. 

Plan B went into action. 

Without letting him see me, I unlocked the back door and ran upstairs to
my bedroom and stripped off; then crossed the landing, naked to the
bathroom. My plan wasn't exactly ‘rocket science' as the bathroom door
handle was genuinely wonky and the door really did get a little bit
jammed. 

I had a nice hot shower and neatly trimmed and shaped my pubes then gave
myself a little rub to lubricate my pussy a little more. 

I looked out of the open frosted window to see Minty organising some
flowers in the far corner of his garden. 

Satisfied everything was going to plan I pulled the door tightly closed
and opened the window as far as it would go. 

"Minty!" I shouted, "Minty!" 

He looked around and couldn't see me, so walked towards the edge of his
garden from where he could see both of the back doors. He still looked
puzzled when I wasn't there. 

"Up here!" I shouted again. "the bathroom." 

He looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. I was hanging out of the
narrow window with a towel wrapped around my hair but nothing else on.
Obviously he couldn't see my boobs; but it must have been fairly
obvious that I was naked. 

"The bath room door won't open!" I explained with a smile on my face;
"I'm locked in and need another towel." 

"What can I do?" He grinned. 

"Hopefully you can open it for me." I shouted back, "I think the back
door should be open." 

Seconds later I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps thumping up
the stairs. The handle slowly turned and with an almighty thump the
door sprung open and Minty was standing in the door frame. At first his
face was a blank then his eyes feasted on me standing in front of the
bath with only a small pink hand towel hardly covering my boobs and
puss. Minty tried to stop it but eventually gave in and a huge grin lit
up his face. 

"Mmmmmm," he considered the scene before him; "do I get a prize?" 

"A prize?" I replied. 

"My prize for being your Knight in shining armour." Minty grinned. 

"What have you got in mind?" I chuckled; and before I knew what was
happening he had pulled the towel out of my hands and threw it in the
corner. I immediately covered my boobs and puss with my hands but Minty
pulled them away and stared at my naked body, then forced his lips
against mine and forcefully kissed me. A real hard aggressive sexy
kiss....all lips tongue and passion. I responded. 

Minty hastily began fondling my large titties and pushed his huge hand
between my legs; which I spread for him. He was still powerfully
kissing me when one of his fingers snaked between my pussy lips and
slithered into my hole. My eyes began to bulge as his finger filled my
puss fuller than half the cocks that had ever been up there. 

Not to be outdone I began stroking his cock through his shorts. I was
impressed. It felt massive. 

"Fucking Hell! That's fucking huge!" I panted when I looked down. His
cock must have been over 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist. 

He pulled his finger out of my puss and pushed me back against the sink
then lifted my right leg up until my knee was touching my boob. With
bulging eyes and flaring nostrils he kissed me again and began nudging
his fat cock against my quim. It battered and pounded but wouldn't go
in until I slid my hand between us and guided the knob past my dangling
labia. It took my breath away as the knob and first inch stretched the
neck of my pussy. Minty was now breathing very heavily and thrust his
hips. 

"FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" I gasped and threw my head back as he sank all 7 inches
deep inside me. With my leg raised as it was, his cock felt like it was
getting buried in my belly. The grey haired man was now fucking me like
a devil. His arse was like a steam engine as it pumped his cock into my
willing cunt. My hands were behind me gripping onto the sink while the
whole room shook with each powerful thrust. 

"I'm not on the pill." I cried as his fucking became more frantic, "pull
out....pull that fucker out!" 

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled as his cock hit my cervix, "my
soldiers have fired blanks for years!" 

With that he pulled my other leg up until I wrapped them around his
flabby hips and flung my arms around his neck. My heart-shaped arse was
delicately balanced on the sink. I hadn't been fucked like this for a
long long time.....he was amazing....especially for a man his age! 

"Ugh!" Minty eventually grunted, "Ugh...uuugggGGGHHH!"  Then he gave one
last powerful thrust and made my puss even hotter and wetter as he
filled me full of spunk. As the last drop dribbled out of his cock
Minty suddenly went limp and nearly dropped me. As we disentangled
ourselves Minty was gasping for air and my legs were all wobbly when I
put my feet on the tiled floor. 

"So you're not just a prick tease then." Minty chuckled as he bent
double with his hands on his knees sucking in oxygen. 

"I am a tease...... but I like prick more!" I laughed as I dabbed toilet
roll between my legs to soak up his excess spunk. 

We stood giggling like teenagers for a couple of minutes as we regained
our senses. 

"I need another shower now." I smiled as I threw another spunk stained
tissue into the toilet." 

"I'll have to love you and leave you," Minty winked as he looked at his
watch, "now that my work here is done!" 

He pulled his pants and shorts up and turned to leave, then stopped. He
returned to kiss me on the cheek. 

"I enjoyed that, ta." He winked again as his hand stroked my tight arse.

I was so happy I virtually skipped to and from the shops later in the
afternoon. 

That evening my stomach was turning somersaults again when I opened the
utility room door at about 9.15. Minty's door was already open so I
nervously coughed before lighting my cigarette. A minute or so later
Minty appeared with a glass of beer in his hand. 

"How's my Maiden in distress tonight?" He smiled and slurped from the
glass. "Fine thanks." I blushed. 

"Where's everyone at?" He asked and nodded his head towards the front of
the house. 

"Watching a family friendly DVD." I rolled my eyes and took a long drag
on my cigarette. 

"The wife has a couple of friends around so I'm banished in here." 

I looked at him with mischief in my eyes as I exhaled a thick plume of
smoke. 

"Fancy a gobble?" I grinned. 

"Here?" He grinned too. I nodded. "Come on then." 

I nearly jumped the 9 feet from door to door. By the time I got there
Minty had already dropped his jeans and was tugging at his thick cock.
I took over and squeezed and wanked it myself until it began to expand
in all directions. Then I knelt in front of him and began licking the
shaft and pulling his foreskin back. In a minute my neighbour's fat
cock was in my mouth and my hand was a haze as I frantically rubbed the
shaft. 

We were both very excited as I sucked his cock while his wife and her
friends were in the next room and my own sister could appear at any
moment. 

He rested against the washing machine and held my shoulder with one hand
while the cheeky bugger sipped his beer from the other; at the same
time as I was sucking his cock. 

I'm a very good cocksucker and have had lots of practice. This time I
gave it my all. Sucking, blowing, licking and wanking all at once.
Minty didn't know if he was coming or going....but I only intended for
him to be cumming. And cum he did....loads of it quickly filling my
mouth and going down my throat. It was quite bland and tasteless but
there was lots of it considering he'd filled my puss only 8 hours
previously. 

As I wiped the excess from my chin with my sleeve his wife called to say
one of her friends was leaving so I scuttled back to my sisters house
still swallowing my mouthful of sticky cum. I was still giggling as I
gargled on a glass of cold orange juice and walked into the living
room. 

"You look happy with yourself." My miserable sister frowned. 

"Oh; I just had a sexy text from an ex; that's all." I lied and shrugged
my shoulders. 

The next few days were fun as I fucked and sucked my new next door
neighbour at every opportunity. It got so racy one morning I stood
naked at the back door, waiting for him to make an appearance. His eyes
nearly popped out of his bald head when he saw me. There were no
formalities he just pushed me into the kitchen and bent me over the
table and powerfully rammed his cock into my young cunt. He was on the
vinegar strokes before he realised I still had a cigarette between my
fingers! 

As we lay in bed, later that afternoon after a vigorous bout of doggy
style fucking; Minty asked how serious I was about finding a job. I
replied that I'd take anything. 

"Well," he grinned as he fingered me, "you know I've got two pubs; The
Queen Vic and the Eastender on the other side of town?" I nodded.
"Well," he thought for a few seconds, "how would you fancy stripping in
them on a Friday and Saturday?" 

"Stripping?" I laughed and considered his offer, "how much does it pay?"

"£50 a session.....cash in hand." He confirmed as his thick finger
twisted inside my hole, "three sessions in each pub and there's
sometimes tips from the punters if you put on a good show." 

The thought made me horny again and I fumbled with his cock until it was
stiff again and climbed on board. Minty just lay back and thought of
England as I slowly bounced up and down on his fat 7 inches while we
chatted about what I would do and what the punters would expect. I even
managed to make my tits spin a little bit like a stripper I'd seen in a
video. I agreed to start on Friday lunchtime. 

I told my sister that Minty had offered me a job in one of his pubs at
weekends and she was happy to presume that I meant as a barmaid. 

Surprise-surprise but the thought of stripping down to nothing but a
smile and ‘flashing my gash' as Minty so delicately put it.....turned
me on! 

I arrived at the pub at 11.30 as agreed and introduced myself to Minty's
youngest son, Grant who looked exactly like his father must have done
25 years ago. He too had a shaved head, tattoos and a gold earring. He
showed me to the small changing room and talked me through what was
expected. I should watch the other stripper, Carol do her spot for
guidelines, then we would alternate every 30 minutes and the punters
would expect a different outfit each time and he insisted that I
‘flashed my gash' at the end of each set....and it had to be a proper
look; no teasing! 

A hard faced woman in her 30's arrived as he turned to walk away and he
introduced her as Carol. As we shared a sandwich and a cup of tea from
her flask she actually turned out to be very nice. 

Her act was exactly as I'd imagined and by the time I was pulling my
black stockings on and fastening the clasps of my suspender belt my
stomach was spinning like a washing machine. I gulped down the last of
a can of lager and gave myself one last look in the cracked mirror. I
looked good, plenty of bright red lipstick, a short tartan kilt, black
stockings and suspenders, red g-string and matching lacy bra and a
tight white blouse.....then I heard Grant announce me.... 

"Gentlemen!" He shouted over the raucous crowd of factory workers and
dole wallahs, "for your next entertainment a young lady who is making
her debut at the Queen Vic so I expect you to treat her with respect
and some decorum....I give you.....the Glamorous GLORIA!" 

I teetered out on my impossibly high heels with as much grace as I could
muster; but I quickly realised that my walk was making my boobs jiggle
which brought a big cheer from a group of lads sitting next to the
small stage. The music immediately kicked in and I began dancing and
skipping around the stage making sure that my boobs bounced as much as
possible...much to the delight of the lads that had cheered. After a
minute or so I stood in the front of the stage and slowly lifted the
back of my short tartan kilt lingering over the stocking tops then a
quick flash of my tiny red thong and cute bum cheeks. 

As the tune speeded up so did I by dancing faster and deliberately
shaking my boobs. 

"Get yer tits out.....get yer tits out.....get yer tit OUT for the
lads!" The crowd chanted as teased with my skirt again. The first few
minutes had flown by and I hadn't taken any clothes off as the second
tune started. This had to be rectified so I swiftly unbuttoned my tight
white blouse revealing the see thru red lace bra that hardly covered my
boobs. I skipped around for a few seconds trying to shake them out of
their cups; but by a miracle of engineering they stayed encased. I
stopped again and turned away from the audience to unzip my short
skirt. I wiggled my hips until it fell to the floor. Still with my back
turned away I unclipped my bra and dropped the straps over my arms then
cupped my boobs before turning to face them. 

"Get yer tits out! Get yer tits out.....get yer tits OUT for the lads!"
They chanted again. 

With a flourish I whipped the bra off and waved it around my head to
much cheering and whistling. I strutted around the stage for a minute
or so letting everyone in the room get an eyeful of my large boobs then
turned away again; bent over again so they got a good look at my arse
then slowly pulled my panties down my legs while trying to keep my
thighs closed. Knickers in hand I turned to face the leering men then
slowly spread my legs and dropped into the splits! The men roared and
cheered as the music stopped and I collected my discarded clothing. 

Back in the changing room Carol gave me a big hug and told me I'd done a
good job. I quickly pulled my jacket and jogging pants on and
disappeared through the fire door for a smoke and another can of lager.
I was incredibly horny and very proud of myself as images of my act
whistled through my mind. Just as I flicked my cigarette butt across
some waste ground the managers Ratfink sidekick, Billy appeared to tell
me that I was back on stage in 10 minutes. 

He left the door open and pretended to move some boxes as I prepared for
my second appearance. Billy was only small but looked a bit menacing so
I didn't say anything as he watched me get undressed and then dressed
again in sexy black panties and a black bra. 

One of the things that Minty had suggested was rubbing baby oil into my
tits as this always got a good reaction from his customers. There were
still a few faces in the crowd from my first spot but I realised that
they basically changed every hour as people came and went from work. I
spotted 4 or 5 guys nudge each other as I placed the bottle next to a
chair on the stage as I prepared for my second routine. 

When the music kicked in I began strutting around the stage, bending
over to touch my toes and rubbing my legs and boobs. When I touched my
toes I would slowly slide my fingers up my legs and linger on my pussy
which was only being covered by a tiny piece of string. The crowd soon
began whistling and shouting for me to ‘get my tits out' again. I
obliged of course then sat sexily on the wooden chair and began pouring
white baby cream onto my boobs; then saucily rubbed it in making them
all greasy and shiny. I did this for a couple of minutes; pretending
that it was turning me on then stood up and marched towards an old man
in wire framed glasses sitting near the front. Much to his delight I
swung my boobs a couple of inches from his face then sexily poured a
copious amount of cream onto my chest and let it run down the crevice.
His grin could have lit up London when I called him closer by curling
my manicured finger. He stood up and leant forward. I grabbed the back
of his head and jerked him forward....squashing his face between my
greasy tits; then used them to slap him silly. I soon jumped back and
away leaving him dumbfounded and unable to see. 

When the crowd roared their approval I whipped my panties off dropped
down onto the stage and spun around on my arse; legs apart and ‘flashed
my gash' again as instructed! 

The bar was very crowded for my third spot and my act was very well
received again. As I made my way back into the changing room Billy
stopped me by grabbing my arm. He took a long leering look at my sweaty
tits before telling me; "A couple of lads want to know if you do
‘extras'?" 

"What do you mean - ‘extras'?" I asked as I pulled my arm away from his
grip. 

"Hasn't anyone told you?"  He smirked, "Most of the girls will give the
lads a wank or a blow job if the price is right." 

The pound signs flashed before my eyes. 

"What's the right price?" "Usually £20 for a wank, £30 a bj and £50 a
fuck." He grinned, "I get a tenner a punter for setting it up." 

I considered his request for nearly 10 seconds. 

"Who wants to know?" 

"There are three." Billy leered at my tits again and licked his lips,
"two lads from the buildings and the old guy with glasses." 

"Where do we .....do it?" I asked, now holding my clothes by my side so
he could get a good look at my naked body. 

"In there." He nodded towards the empty room now Carol had left to
collect her kids from school. 

"Will..." I hesitated for a moment, "they all be there together?" 

"No; I'll look after the door and let them in one at a time." Billy told
me as he rubbed his bulging trousers. 

"Okay then," I smiled, "Send the first one in." 

"Hoi! Bollockface!" Billy shouted across the corridor as I entered the
cramped room. 

The man in glasses that I'd covered in baby oil shuffled into the room.
Billy held his hand out and took a £20 note off him and waved it at me. 

"He wants a wank." The barman grinned and leant against the door frame
to watch me in action. 

The man was already unbuckling his belt when I looked up from the chair.
At least it stopped me making small talk. He'd obviously done this
before and dropped his trousers and pulled his shirt and pullover up to
reveal a hard lily white cock poking out from a mass of brown pubic
hair. 

"Okay then, big boy...let's get the show on the road." I laughed and
smiled as I wrapped my fingers around his thin shaft. After watching
Carol and myself gyrating around in front of him for the last two hours
I guessed he wouldn't last long....I was correct. I gave it a good hard
rub against my sweaty and greasy tits and in under a minute he began
breathing heavily and a big splodge of creamy spunk oozed out into the
crevice. It was the easiest £20 I'd ever earned; well, £10 after Billy
took his Tax. 

The old man politely thanked me as he pulled his pants off and shuffled
away nicely satisfied as I wiped the cum off my chest. The next punter
was a chubby guy in his late 30's with tousled ginger hair and a
scruffy beard wearing dirty jeans and big boots. Billy waved 3 £10
notes and mimed a blow job to me. 

The guy stood in front of me and looked over to Billy for guidance. 

"Take your pants down!" Billy laughed. 

The man was nervous so I did the honours, sliding his jeans and grey
pants down to his knees. He automatically lifted his t-shirt and
pressed his groin towards me. His pubes were nicely trimmed and his
cock looked freshly shaved. I slowly caressed it and rubbed it over my
tits for a minute or so making him moan. The man cupped his balls as I
began kissing the tip which was still hiding in the foreskin. A couple
of good hard tugs and a sloppy kiss on the end soon had it stiffening.
I flashed a quick look at Billy as I began sucking the man's cock.
Billy was smirking at me again and rubbing his own cock through his
jeans. 

Having him watch me sucking a stranger's cock for money was proving a
very good aphrodisiac.....my nipples were tingling and I could feel my
pussy lips puffing up. The man soon grabbed the back of my head and
began thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked and slurped while
stroking his hairy arse. 

"Get on with it!" Billy cackled, "I've got a fucking queue building up
here." The thought of an actual queue of horny guys made me giggle as I
sucked the man's cock. I then wrapped my fingers around the shaft and
grabbed his balls then began furiously sucking and wanking him as he
squeezed my sensitive tits. 

"Huh...huh...huh." The man panted and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I
knew what he wanted and closed my eyes just in time as spurt after
spurt of warm cum splashed on my face. As soon as he squeezed the last
drop out he swiftly pulled his jeans up and rushed embarrassedly out of
the small changing room. 

Billy took £30 off the next punter who was dressed similarly to the last
guy. He was more confident than the other two and unbuckled his belt as
he walked towards me. 

"I think I'll get my moneys worth; so I'll let you do all of the work.
Pull my jeans down." He told me in a Scottish accent. 

Knowing that money was at stake I did as I was told. His cock nicely
filled out his tight white boxers. 

"Okay sweetie....lets get done." He chuckled as he pulled his cock out
of his pants. I was quite impressed as it must have been a good six
inches long and nicely thick. His dusty hands were immediately all over
my tits as I greedily sucked his cock. It tasted luscious....very sweet
and sweaty. I was now so incredibly horny I was nearly deep throating
him in my haste to get a mouthful of spunk. 

The man began twisting my nipples and shaking my tits as he told me how
sexy I was and how dirty I looked on stage. My fingers were stretched
and gliding up and down the shaft like a flute player as his bell end
hit my tonsils. 

"Yer dirty little cunt!" The man grunted as he tugged on both nipples at
the same time, "have ittttttttt!" Then he filled my mouth with spurt
after spurt of salty spunk. I was shaking with excitement when he
withdrew and squeezed a few drops onto my chin. "Fuck! You were good."
He panted as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Are you here next
week?" 

"I think so." I panted as I wiped my face and tits with a t-shirt. 

"See you then." He grinned as he stroked my tits one last time. 

Billy came over and gave me my £50 but made no effort to touch me; which
surprised me as I was ready for a fuck. I got dressed again and went
into the bar to collect my other wages from Grant and have a drink. He
told me that I'd done an excellent job for my first time and had told
his Dad so on the phone. Minty had already arranged for me to work at
the other pub the following day. 

I rushed home to see if Minty was around for a good hard fuck; but he
wasn't. To help pay my rent I spent the evening babysitting while Max
and Tanya went out for dinner. I went to the back door a couple of
times for a smoke but didn't get to see Minty; so contented myself by
masturbating for nearly an hour when the kid went to bed. 

The pub on the Saturday was packed as it was matchday and even Minty
turned up but didn't actually speak to me. A few of the punters looked
like football hooligans in their Stone Island and Lacoste jackets and
baseball caps. 

A mixed race girl with big tits called Libby went on first and did my
thing with some baby oil which excited a load of young lads near the
front. 

I went on stage in my red undies and black stockings which got a big
cheer because they are the colours of the local football team. My
biggest cheer came when I made my tits rotate in different directions.
The pub got even fuller in the next hour and the atmosphere was
electric when I took to the stage dressed as a schoolgirl in my tartan
kilt. 

Everything went as planned until I swung my bra over my head. As the
crowd cheered and whistled my guess that the pub was full of hooligans
was confirmed when some rival fans tried to get into the pub and a
fight broke out at the main door with Minty barking orders from the
back. The DJ just shouted for me to carry on; but I couldn't get my
knickers off quick enough (not for the first time in my life) and get
off the stage! The police quickly arrived and calmed everything down as
I lay on my stomach arse in the air, legs apart and pulling my cheeks
apart so everyone could see my pulsating pussy. 

As most of Saturday's crowd were going to the football match I only had
one guy to service and he was happy with a wank but I got to keep the
whole £20 and when I asked Phil what his share was he got angry at the
thought of Billy ripping me off the previous day. When I got dressed I
had a drink with Phil and a couple of his friends who all laughed when
I mentioned the fight at the door. Apparently this was a common
occurrence between the two sets of fans and a meeting had been arranged
for after the match to settle an old score. 

With a handful of cash I rang a friend to arrange a night on the town to
get merrily pissed and pissed we got! 

I carried on fucking or sucking Minty most days over the next couple of
weeks and stripping and ‘doing extras' in his pubs. He told me that he
had arranged for his sons to offer ‘extras' to the punters but Billy
had ‘got a slap' for taking a share of the money. 

Last week Minty offered me a new job; which I'll tell you about in part
2.