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Subject: {ASSM} Lisa the Slut {LisaEss} (F exhib)
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This is a true story. Near the end, you will find my 
email address if you'd like to comment on the story. 
 

Lisa the Slut  

 

I'm a cunt.  At least that's what everyone tells me.  By everyone, I 

mean my husband, numerous male lovers and my girlfriends.  So I 

guess that makes me a cunt.  Not that I mind. In fact, I consider it 

a compliment.

 

My name is Lisa Ess.  I'm 35 years old, 5'5", 115 lbs, 32B-26-34.  

And yes, before you do the math, I'm a stick.  I have no tits and no 

shape.  In fact, if my hair was dyed red I'd look like a pencil with a 

large eraser.  Maybe that's why I dye it blonde instead of the natural 

ugly dirty blonde color that's more dirty than blonde.  And speaking of 

dirty, that's what I am. You see, I love sex!  No, that's not true...I live, 

breath, eat and sleep sex, 24-7-365.  I love all kinds of sex anytime, 

anyplace with anyone.  I'm blessed with a husband that not only 

understands this, but encourages it and challenges me with new 

ideas. He also pushes not only my buttons, but my limits.  I'm also 

doubly blessed.  I have a regular lover, Bob, that takes me to 

previously unknown heights at virtually every encounter.  Together 

these two men make me do things I never thought I would do, much 

less enjoy.

 

And I did say, "Make me do things."  You see, I'm not very creative.  

I'm more of a follower than a leader when it comes to sex.  In other 

words, I like to be told what to do, and I like a man or woman to take 

charge.  I do, like any other woman, have certain penchants.  Mine 

includes public nudity and cock sucking.  As for the former, I love to 

dress and be shown off by my lovers.  I adore people to see my 

naked bare shaved cunt in public places.  I love people to see my 

little tits and see what a love slave I really am.  As to the latter, I 

started sucking cock at 14-1/2 and have been doing it ever since.  

Early on I made a commitment to myself to be the very best 

cocksucker I could be.  I knew I had to practice and work at it to be 

really good.  I remember watching a video of Marilyn Chambers, 

sometime when I was in college I think .  It was titled Marilyn's Private 

Fantasies #1, I think, and in it she took John Holmes all the way 

down her throat.  ""Wow," I thought, "I want to be able to do that."  I've 

never met a man as large as John Holmes, and doubt I can do it, but 

still want to keep practicing and trying.  (I'd love to find that video 

again and watch her technique but I haven't been able to find it.) 

Anyway, I love the feel of a firm member in my mouth and deep in my 

throat.  I love looking at a man's eyes as I bring him to orgasm and 

taste his sperm, his very essence. But that's another story.  

 

This one is about something I did that was terribly, terribly wrong. I 

betrayed Bob's trust.  I don't cheat on either my husband Ken or my 

lover, Bob.  They both know whom I fuck, when and where and are 

often there.  More often than not, they've arranged the affair to 

pleasure me.  So there are no secrets, no hidden truths, and no 

veiled affairs.  At least there weren't until Bob discovered I lied.  I 

shouldn't have done it but I did and as a result had to suffer the 

consequences.  I had to be punished and submit to him, whatever 

that would be.  I shuttered at the thought yet at the same time 

shivered at the possible pleasure.  Bob kept me in suspense for a 

long time before melding out the first of what would be numerous 

duties before I would be vindicated.

 

As it happened, I had a business trip planned to New York.  I would 

be traveling alone and, since it was only a short distance from my 

New Hampshire home, I would be driving.  I was to leave on a Sunday 

and return Thursday.  On the Friday before I was to leave, Bob doled 

out his punishment accordingly.

 

My instructions were as follows. First, I was to wear nothing but a 

man's shirt on my drive to New York. But I was to go and purchase 

one even if I already had one, because I had some specific orders to 

accomplish at the store. I was to find a shirt in a men's department 

and go to a changing room. I had to leave the door open and strip 

completely naked before trying on the shirt. Then I had to leave my 

panties in the changing room and play with myself a bit. During the 

drive to New York, I was only allowed to button three buttons on the 

shirt, and they had to be consecutive. At all times at least one nipple 

had to be visible, especially when I went through the toll booth. I was 

also instructed to stop for gas and unbutton the shirt completely until 

I left the station. When I arrived at my hotel, I was instructed to walk 

to the room naked.

 

I knew I had to do it....there was no choice.  I trembled in pure 

excitement thinking about it. I thought I would go to the mall Saturday 

but, as Friday wore on, I became increasingly excited about it and 

knew I had to do begin Friday night.  Ken wanted to watch a baseball 

game and I already had planned to go to dinner and shopping with a 

girlfriend.  I called her and canceled our plans.  I couldn't tell the real 

truth about what was up so I just told her I couldn't make it. When the 

time came to leave, I was trembling with excitement!  I threw on my 

favorite denim button down dress, jumped in the car and headed out 

to the mall.  I had gone about a half mile when I realized I had 

forgotten my panties!  I turned around, flew up the stairs and put on 

a pair of white silk bikinis.  (I was not wearing a bra.)

 

I needed to settle down a bit so I went to a little Mexican restaurant 

and ordered a Margarita. It helped gather my thoughts as I prepared 

to follow my instructions.  While I had done similar things before, 

this time it was different.  Most of the time, I was away from my 

house usually in another state.  This time I was close by, within 10 

miles, and might see someone that knew me.  Also, I was alone.  I 

had no support, look-out, back-up, protection...whatever you wanted 

to call it. I was alone and had to do it on my own.  I trembled at the 

thought.  My pussy was very wet and leaking.  I was glad Bob told 

me to wear the panties.  My clitty was agitated too.

 

As the drink fortified me, my plan developed.  I headed to an L.L. Bean 

Outlet store.  Here I knew shirts would be on racks. It was at a mall, 

but probably would not be overly crowded.  I was right on all 3 counts 

as I cased out the store.  I found the men's shirts, racks of them, and 

picked an attractive small checked blue plaid 6 button (excluding 

collar) dress shirt 15-1/2 x 34.   The dressing room was at the end 

of the store by the luggage.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't 

see an attendant.  There were 3 booths including one handicap one.  

I chose the one closest to the entrance.

 

The doors were a louver type that extended about ž of the way to 

the floor leaving the entire bottom open.  It had a lever type handle 

on it which was quite high.  When the door was completely open, I 

could see diagonally across the corner of the store, a small slit 

really, but still I knew I was visible meeting my requirements.  Just 

a few feet away, a man and a woman were looking at the luggage.

 

My palms were sweating and my pussy got even wetter.  I left the 

door completely open.  If anyone came around the corner or into the 

dressing area, there I was in what would soon be all my glory.  I undid 

my dress, removed it and hung it up.  My shoes came off next.  

Standing there in my white wet panties I slowly pulled them tight into 

my snatch and rubbed my clit through the thin cloth.  I wanted them 

to smell of sex.  Now thoroughly excited, I removed my panties and 

stood, nude, looking out at the store through the wide open door.  I 

groaned in excitement!  As I gathered up the shirt to try it on, I 

noticed the man looking at the luggage peering in at me with a 

surprised and pleased yet embarrassed look on his face.  As our 

eyes met, my knees weakened and he turned quickly away.  I don't 

think he said anything to his wife, or anyone else for that matter as 

she nor anyone else looked in. 

 

Quickly I tried the shirt on per my instructions.  "Perfect," I said to 

myself, took it off and threw my dress back on.  The lever was too 

high to grind against it, even on my tippy toes, so I had to improvise.  

I took my panties and wiped up my seeping crotch and hung them 

unceremoniously over the inside door handle.  I was sure Bob would 

think that satisfied my duties.  With that, I buttoned my dress leaving 

the bottom 2 and the top 2 undone for pleasure, grabbed the shirt 

and checked out hurrying to the car.  

 

When I reached the car, I literally screamed in ecstasy and began 

breathing hard.  I didn't realize how much I had been holding my 

breath.  My hands still trembled but I began to relax knowing that 

step one was done. I was glad I had time between episodes to 

re-group for I knew Sunday would be the real test!

 

I was a bit concerned about how I would leave the house dressed 

in just a shirt, but I had forgotten Ken had tickets to the NASCAR 

Loudon race and was long gone before I even got up.  That gave me 

time to stay in bed and work myself up.  I got out my favorite toy, 

laid back and began to fuck myself with long slow strokes - 

4-6 inches at a time - then lick my juices off and begin the cycle 

again and again.  I didn't want to cum but just wanted to be juiced 

up.  I then packed, bathed and shaved making sure my pussy was 

little girl bald, played with my toy some more, working my clit heavily 

this time, but still not enough to cum.

 

It was time to go!  I spent about 10 minutes deciding how to button the 

shirt.  The shirt came down to just above mid-thigh.   If I left the top 3 

buttons undone, then my tits would be completely bare but the last 

button would be right about the bottom of my crotch.  I decided to 

leave the top 2 open and button the next 3, stopping right on my 

button, then the last was open exposing my cunt.  I felt Bob would 

like that best but I wished he had told me only to button 2 and which 

ones.  I'm not good at decisions!  He also didn't say anything about 

shoes; that usually means none but I can't drive without them and 

selected a pair of thin white sandals finishing my entire outfit.  I loaded 

my trunk, pulled up my shirt and folded the bottom over to expose my 

cunt, pulled my seat belt across my shirt so that my right breast was 

exposed and buckled up holding everything in place.  I turned my 

Mercedes south and was off.

 

I had decided to go through downtown Lowell to get to RT 495. It's a 

little shorter and, since it was Sunday would be faster but it also 

meant more people could see me.  I decided to risk it.  I have ridden 

in the car naked lots of times but seldom as a driver.  However, I am 

constantly amazed how few people see me or even pay attention!  

It's amazing!  You can be sitting totally nude in the car just a spit 

away from another car and not even get a second look!  While it's 

still very exciting and I encourage people to do it, I'm still shocked at 

how few times I've been spotted.  And this was no exception.  I don't 

believe a single person paid attention to me for the entire first hour 

and a half.  I even rubbed myself a bit when the traffic was light.  As 

I approached the toll booth, I began to get tingly and excited as I 

knew I had to stop and pay the toll.

 

I can still see her!  She looked no older than 20, standing there in her 

blue uniform shirt with breasts no bigger than mine.  She had a 

beautiful pouting lower lip, than kind that guys like.  Ken calls them, 

"Cock sucking lips."  She was beautiful!  When she saw me, her eyes 

lit up and a huge smile crossed her face.  She wasn't shocked...she 

was pleased!  I was shocked!  She could clearly see my right tit and 

I don't know what else but I do know, under other circumstances, we 

would have been on each other like white on rice!  I drove away feeling 

an increased wetness between my legs.

 

As I neared Connecticut, traffic increased as did my concentration.  

A couple of buses pulled alongside me to the passenger side but, 

because their windows were so dark, I don't know if there was any 

reaction.  I could only hope.  Other than that, it was a rather 

uneventful trip!

 

Still another adventure lay ahead.  I had to stop and get gas.  I crossed 

the Tappen Zee and found what I thought was a suitable exit.  Boy was 

I wrong!  The station had about 4-5 pumps and there was only 1 car 

when I pulled up.  I selected the aisle near the road but was to the 

inside towards the station rather than the road side as that was where 

my filler thingy is.  (Does that make sense?)  Anyway, I unbuttoned 

the 3 remaining buttons per my instructions and got out to pump the 

gas.

 

I swear, people materialized from nowhere!  There were cars behind 

me and to each side in no time.  I was taken completely by surprise 

and then the wind!  Oh my gosh!  It swirled around whipping my shirt 

open and closed, up underneath exposing me.....over, under around 

and through me, as if for its pleasure.  Waves of embarrassment 

overtook me as I was uncovered standing at the pump.  My knees 

weakened as I walked towards the store.  People were all around.  

My shirt was wide open as I met a young man coming toward me, 

grinning obscenely.  Two young guys were hanging around leering at 

me.  What little confidence I had left quickly began to wane as I 

entered the store.  There was an ATM with about 7 guys in line!  

I could have died!  Also, 3 or 4 more people were about.  "Where did 

these people come from," I lamented, fighting hard to hold back my 

tears and embarrassment.  I felt so lonely, exposed and unprotected.  

How I wanted someone to be there to bolster my support!  

 

I regained my senses somewhat when I realized what I had done to 

Bob and why I had to do this.  I got myself into it and now had to go 

through with it.  I sucked it up, left my shirt wide open so everyone 

could see my bare pussy and now hard nipples.  Then I turned the 

corner and almost died!  I almost literally ran into a young girl of 

about 10!  She looked at me with huge black wondering eyes and 

quickly ran over to another girl.  I guessed it was her older sister.  

They both stared wide-eyed at me!  I think I turned red to my toes!  

I selected some snacks, soda and a Snickers bar and crawled to the 

counter.  The 2 young guys, looking like twins in their twenties, 

enjoyed their close-up view as I made my purchase.  By now, 

everyone in the store had seen my near naked body.  I'm not sure 

of the count and didn't make eye contact but guessed about 20 

people ogled me!  I hurriedly gathered up my purchases, held them 

tight to my chest and ran back to the car.  I couldn't get out of there 

fast enough.  Today I'm still amazed I didn't pass out.  I have never 

felt so vulnerable.

 

Gasping to regain my composure for the last hurdle, I drove to the 

hotel.  "One more time," I told myself over and over again, "Just one 

more time."  I entered the lobby, shirt asunder as directed.  I couldn't 

believe it.  There was no one there!  There was a woman working at 

the counter that quickly checked me in and made no comment about 

my appearance.  No one else saw me!  I couldn't believe my luck.  

I thought this would be the worst part and it was a piece of cake!  I 

got my key and drove to the back of the hotel.  My room was on the 

ground floor so I had to improvise a bit.  I knew I had to get naked to 

please Bob so I removed my shirt and shoes in the car.  I got my 

luggage from the trunk and wheeled them toward the door completely 

nude; not only that, both arms were either carrying something or 

dragging the luggage so I had no chance to cover anything up.  If 

anyone saw me, they saw ALL of me!  But I made it through the 

door around the corner and into my room without, at least to the 

best of my knowledge, being noticed.

 

I crashed!  The tension of the drive and sexual energy wore me out 

and soon I was in a peaceful sleep knowing I'd fulfilled the first part 

of my obligation and wondering what the next part would be!  

 

PS:  I also enjoy receiving dirty nasty e-mails from men and women.  

I love porno and dirty pictures as well.  If you send me an e-mail, I 

will reply and if you tickle my button, you'll get a picture.  I hope all 

of you write to me at lisaluvscyber@yahoo.com.  Look for more 

stories.

 

Love and Kisses, Lisa


		
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