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The Slut (Mf, exh, lt bd)

Amy enjoys herself immensely as she submits herself and allows her exhibitionist fantasies to be explored.

    "I just didn't think you were that kind of guy, is all," she said as
    she tried to undo the damage she had done.  "You seem so nice."

    Heph ignored that last comment.  His anger was palpable despite his
    level voice.  "Amy, exactly what kind of guy do you mean?"

    "All I mean is, you shouldn't have let her suck your dick.  She's just
    a stupid little slut."

    "And why do you think that?" he asked.

    "Didn't she prove it? I mean, she knows you for less than an hour and
    you two disappear into her room."

    "Maybe we just knew what we wanted, and weren't afraid to do it.
    Maybe you could learn something from that."

    Her eyebrow raised.  "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

    "You have too many rules.  Especially about men and women."

    "And what does that have to do with getting what I want?  I make the
    rules, after all."

    He smiled gently.  "When you lie in bed, late at night, and you think
    of things which make your whole body tingle, are you thinking about
    things which follow the rules, or break them?"

    She was silent.

    "You're afraid of what other would think.  That's why you have rules.
    Not to protect yourself.  Just once you should let yourself go, do
    something exciting.  Explore your strongest fantasy, and not care what
    anyone else might think."

    "I can't do that," she responded quietly after a few seconds.  It
    wasn't that the idea didn't excite her; it was what her wildest
    fantasy was that scared her.  Ever since she was little, she had had
    this strange fantasy about people watching her get fucked.  Not having
    sex; getting fucked.  She was a very attractive young woman, and had
    everything that came with the territory.  She had always been popular
    in school, dated the guys she had wanted, and more importantly, gotten
    everything she wanted in bed.  Seeing her body was a privilege she
    granted selectively to those who gave her what she wanted.  She had
    even strung along a poor boy for a month last year, telling him that
    if only he gave her the best oral sex she had had, maybe she would
    sleep with him.  The night she dumped him, his pleadings had made her
    so horny, she had gone out to a club and gone home with the sexiest
    guy she could find.  It was an indiscretion she was glad no one knew
    about.

    His voice interrupted her thoughts.  "Yes you can.  You just have to
    be brave."  She looked up into his eyes.  She was shamed that he had
    more faith in her than she did.  She had been taught she could do
    anything.  Where was that confidence now?

    She felt like he was there to help her.  "Tell me what you are afraid
    of," he asked.  All of a sudden, it came blurting out of her.  "I've
    always wanted someone to take me and fuck me in front of other people.
    I want everyone to know I'm his slut."  Somehow, it sounded much more
    crude when she said it out loud.  She blushed, and looked away, but
    she knew she was getting aroused.

    His touch felt like electricity as he gently turned her face back
    towards him.  "Don't be embarrassed," he said, "lots of women fantasize
    about that.  I think I can help you with that."

    She knew men, and she knew that twinkle in his eye.  What he was going
    to suggest would be no selfless act of kindness, not by a long shot.
    "In your dreams," she laughed, but her laugh sounded hollow. As he
    smiled slightly, she knew he had her.  Did he know yet, she wondered?

    "I have brought you this far, and I doubt you have the courage to
    continue without me.  You will be my reward for helping you."  She
    knew it was true.  Her skin tingled and grew hot at the thought that
    he was going to have her.

    "This Saturday works for me," he said.  "It has been a while since
    I've thrown a party.  I'll invite all of our friends.  Are you in?"

    She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that.  Endless possibilities
    about what exactly he intended assaulted her mind.  But she was too
    far gone to care.  "Yes," she stuttered.  "Is there anything I need to
    do?"  The answer she expected came: "Just show up; I'll take care of
    everything."  He winked slyly at her.

    On Tuesday, she ran into him in the mail room.  Her heart skipped a
    beat every time she saw him now, but she wasn't a shy girl.  She could
    handle this.  "How are you doing?" she asked.

    "Just sending out the last of the invitations," he smiled.  "Wanna see?"

    She took the paper he handed to her.  The formal language strongly
    contrasted with the content of the brief message.  "Amy Carpenter, an
    honest girl, knowing she can no longer hide her secret desires,
    cordially invites all her friends to watch her get her brains fucked
    out."  The time, location, and directions followed.  "And here is the
    guest list," he said as he handed it to her.  "Have I forgotten anyone?"

    For the second time in a few days, she was shocked at what came out of
    her mouth.  "My ex-boyfriend."

    He laughed.  "Yes, that would be most appropriate, wouldn't it?  I
    heard what you did to that poor soul."

    She glanced downward, "I was a little mean."

    "Don't worry," he responded.  "I have a suitable punishment.  I have
    decided I would like a video tape to commemorate our encounter.  He
    can be the cameraman."

    She almost fainted.  The thought of it leaking out onto the internet
    scared her.  But she found herself asking a different question.  "Will
    I get a copy?"

    "No," he laughed.  "Don't worry.  I wouldn't do that to you; I'm
    keeping the only copy to myself.  You'll be able to see it whenever
    you want, though, under one condition.  I get to have you while you
    watch it."

    Her knees went weak.  "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she
    asked.  He chuckled. "Sorry, I've been preoccupied thinking of what
    I'm going to do to you."

    By Thursday, she could tell the invitations had arrived.  Most of her
    friends acted normally around her.  But the boys were obviously
    undressing her with their eyes, and many of the girls became somewhat
    shy, as if they didn't know how to deal with her.  The hours slowly
    passed as they all waited.

    Soon, Saturday came.  She arrived early, and was shown to the bedroom.
    "Why don't you wait here, while everyone arrives and gets settled."

    During the next hour, she could hear the noise in the living room
    building as guests arrived and greeted one another.  The excitement in
    the air was tangible.  She could hear snippets of conversation: "Do
    you think she'll really do it?"  "She's got a lovely ass."  "This has
    got to be a joke, don't you think?"

    Soon, Heph slipped into the room.  "Are you ready?" The reality of it
    hit her.  This wasn't a dream.  She found she couldn't move or speak.

    He walked behind her with a short length of rope in hand.  "This is
    your last chance to back out.  Otherwise, put your hands behind your
    back."  She slowly complied.  She felt his hands on her wrists,
    pulling them up to each elbow and tying them securely.

    He gave her light kick to the back of her legs, and she folded
    downwards until she was kneeling.  Her head hung downwards
    instinctively.  He stepped around her, and let his dick spring from
    his shorts, only inches from her face.  "This is the dick that will
    fuck you," he said.  "Before I take you out there, I want to remind
    you of who you belong to.  Kiss it."

    Slowly, she planted a few tender kisses on the shaft, moving upwards.
    She was completely his.  She moved to take the tip into her mouth.
    "No," he laughed, pulling her head back by the hair.  "I'll let you do
    that later after it's covered with your juices."  She blushed at how
    good he was at pushing her buttons, and wondered if he knew she had
    never tasted herself before.

    "Let's go have some fun," he said, as he led her towards the door.
    Behind it, she knew everyone was waiting for her.  Before she knew it,
    she was there, and she could see the waiting crowd as the door opened.

    All eyes were on her.  Chairs and couches lined the edge of the room,
    and they were filled with people.  Behind them, another row of people
    were standing.  In the center of the room, she saw what appeared to be
    a large, sturdy coffee table.  She was walked forward to the edge of
    it.

    "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen!  We've come to the part you've all
    been waiting for.  There is no need to be shy; I know many of you have
    fantasized about a brief glimpse of her body, but knew you would never
    get the chance.  Tonight, your dreams, and hers, will come true.  So
    let's start the show.  How many of you think she has nice tits?"

    General agreement all around.  The boys leered; some of the girls
    snickered.  She could see a friend of hers sitting across the room,
    staring at her chest with envy.

    Heph turned her towards him and pulled a pair of scissors from his
    pocket.  His other hand grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it
    out of her jeans.  Surprisingly, she hadn't paid too much attention to
    how she had dressed; she had been too nervous.  She was dressed as if
    this were a normal party.  Jeans, a light top that fit well but not
    too tight, and not her best underwear, but underwear she wasn't afraid
    of having seen.  Just in case.  Only in this case, it would inevitably
    be seen.  Soon.

    The scissors started slicing up through her top, along her stomach.
    As it reached her chest, she nervously pulled her head away from the
    approaching blades.  A low murmur ran through the crowd as her back
    arched and her chest thrust forward.  Soon, the two halves of her top
    were draped helplessly across her shoulders as the neckline was
    stretched upwards on the scissors. Her black bra heaved up and down
    below them, plainly visible now, as she breathed heavily.  The last
    snip tore through the neckline, and the ruined garment fell back to
    her body.  Careful snips along the shoulders caused one half, then the
    other, to fall from her body.  The front of the bra slipped downward
    slightly as the straps were split. An instinctive glance downward
    confirmed that the edge of one nipple had decided to peak out as her
    tits struggled to escape.

    Heph placed the blades of the scissors between her tits, straddling
    the last thin piece of material which held her bra in place.  He
    waited, slowly pulling the helpless strip up on one blade, exposing a
    thin line of flesh below her bra.  She knew with her bra pulled out
    like this, most of her tits were exposed to him, but the sides still
    blocked the view of the audience.  But not for long.  With a smile, he
    squeezed the scissors closed, and her bra floated to the floor.

    She desperately wanted to cover herself, and suddenly she became aware
    again of the ropes holding her arms.  She couldn't help herself as she
    tested them and felt their strong grip holding her firmly in place.
    Her firm tits, now free, slowly bounced back and forth as she
    squirmed.  She composed herself, and looked down, and not a single set
    of eyes met hers.  She had never imagined that she would be this
    turned on even before her pants came off.  Her thoughts had always
    centered on the later action.  As those thoughts came to her now, her
    nipples hardened and the tender pink flesh lifted up off of her
    exposed globes, high into the air.  She desperately hoped no one would
    notice.

    Heph gave a low chuckle.  "It looks like our slut is enjoying
    herself."  She blushed bright red, and the light hue of her arousal
    spread across her chest.  Hungrily, the video captured her tits from
    every angle as her ex moved around her.  She shivered as she realized
    how Heph would be able to see her tits any time he wanted now, and the
    camera captured every movement of her body as the realization swept
    through her.

    "Let's see if she's shaved," came his voice, bringing her back to the
    present.  She knew the answer; soon everyone here would know.  Heph
    knelt in front of her, his hands moving to the sides of her hips.  He
    ran them back and forth across her flat stomach, then moved towards
    the button on her jeans.  Slowly but firmly, he unsnapped them, and
    pulled the zipper down as far as it would go.  Her ex moved behind her
    shoulder, making sure he would have an excellent view of what was
    about to come into view.  Her toplessness hardly even registered now;
    she had never felt such much attention focused on her crotch.  Her
    panties, the last piece of fabric covering her helpless pussy, were
    clearly visible, framed by a diving vee of denim that met between her
    legs.  His hands were back on her hips, now, and she felt his fingers
    slide not just under her jeans, but under the band of her panties as
    well.  This was it, she realized, as she felt both of the last two
    defenders of her modesty move down along her hips.  She couldn't help
    but watch the camera focused straight at her as the panties moved
    downward, revealing a thin trail of carefully trimmed hair.  Her jeans
    were around her thighs now, have long since ceased blocking the view,
    but the bottom of her panties stuck between her thighs as they were
    pulled inside out, as if they were trying to cling to her pussy for as
    long as possible.  But a second or two later, they too continued their
    journey down her long, toned legs.  Turning her head, she glanced at
    the TV where the feed from the camera was being displayed.  That horny
    ex of hers had decided to zoom in tight, and the sensitive triangle of
    flesh between her thighs that had just been revealed almost filled the
    screen.  Only the top of her slit nestled between her lips gave any
    hint that there was more of her to be seen.

    "Nicely trimmed, but I've always preferred my girls shaved bare,"
    frowned Heph.  "Somehow it makes them seem more submissive."  She
    shivered in anticipation as Heph headed towards the bathroom.
    "Please, don't," she mumbled as he returned and knelt before her.
    Suddenly that small patch of hair became very important to her.  She
    was naked now, but it was her body they were seeing.  Her firm tits,
    he smooth curve of her body, that she had worked so hard to keep, the
    carefully trimmed pussy that she thought looked so sexy.  Somehow,
    without that hair, she would be how he wanted her, and could no longer
    convince herself her body did not belong to him.

    She squirmed as she felt the shaving cream being spread along her
    racing stripe.  "You've already given yourself to me.  If you wanted
    to be in control, you wouldn't be here now, like this.  You want me to
    take your body and use it however I want.  Now be a good girl and tell
    everyone who your body belongs to."

    She looked around the room at all her friends.  A concerned look found
    its way onto a few faces; she knew they wouldn't allow anything to
    happen that she really didn't want to do.  As the powerful emotions
    rolled over her and a tear came to her eye, she looked her friends
    straight and said, "My body belongs to him.  He can do whatever he
    wants to it."

    The tension melted immediately, and Heph grabbed her ass firmly and
    held her in place while the razor slowly removed the last of her hair.
    The last of the shaving cream was wiped away, and suddenly she was
    completely bare.  She had never felt so exposed in her life.

    "That's better.  Now we can get on with business."  He lowered her
    onto the table, and eased her onto her back.  The arms behind her back
    forced her chest upward.  The lovely cones of her firm tits sat
    exposed on her chest.  Her math tutor, seated just a foot away from
    them to her right was in heaven.  He watched them hungrily, knowing
    soon he'd see them bounce up and down as she got fucked.

    She felt Heph's hands on her ankles as they moved up and apart into
    an all too familiar position.  She knew in this position, her spread
    legs would pull her small lips slightly apart, revealing her hole to
    him.  His target was in sight now.  It would be his when he chose to
    take it.  A glance at the monitor confirmed Heph wasn't going to wait
    much longer.  She watched him move his hard cock towards her hole.
    Between her spread lips, a little milky cream was leaking out of her
    exposed opening.  With her legs up like this, nothing would be left to
    anyone's imagination when he entered her.  She felt the tip pressing
    against her.  Slowly, as he increased the pressure, her lips were
    spread outward to make room for the intruder and there was nothing
    left to stop him.

    Everyone watched as Heph suddenly drove his full length into her.
    They could see her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, swaying
    slightly as she wiggled from the intense feeling of being penetrated
    so deeply.  She didn't have to watch; they could only see the
    outermost edge of the action.  She could feel him filling her up
    completely.  Her pussy tensed involuntarily, but he was hard as rock.
    She felt her insides wound tightly around him, squeezing his cock as
    it spread her open.

    "God, she's tight," he muttered.  Her eyes rolled back and met the
    eyes of her roommate.  As she sat there watching, she could almost
    feel his cock buried deep in her own hole.  It was a struggle not to
    drop a hand into her shorts and imagine she was there in her friend's
    place, spreading her own legs so she could be used like Amy was being
    used.

    Amy expected him to start rocking back and forth inside her, but she
    wasn't in control.  She felt her pussy finally contracting as he
    slowly pulled out of her, until only the tip was still in her, then
    slammed back into her.  She felt the impact against her lips, his body
    slamming into her exposed clit.  The force rippled up through her
    throwing her chest upward and her head back.  Thrust after thrust
    slammed into her, as her body squirmed and moved up and down in time
    with his thrusts.  There was nothing gentle about how he was using
    her.  Her tits, free of any restraints, slid back and forth on her
    chest as she gasped and tried to catch her breath.

    Her legs spasmed reflexively, but he had too good a grip on them.  The
    more she kicked, the harder he pressed on them, and her legs just
    wiggled helplessly over her chest.  The constant pounding against her
    clit and in and out of her opening were too much for her; she felt
    herself lose control.  Long ragged breaths turned into moans.  The next
    thrust was too much.  It pushed her over the edge and she exploded.

    Spasms rocked her body as all her muscles contracted, lifting her ass up
    off the table and causing her whole body to rock.  But she was held
    too firmly.  She gasped for breath as Heph continued to pound away at
    her.

    She had just caught her breath when she felt it building again.
    Building quicker this time, she looked desperately around her as a
    hard stroke pounded into her.  Her eyes met her tutor's, his face
    completely consumed with lust.  As they stared into each other's eyes,
    she just had time to moan, "Oh, god, it's happening again," as wave
    after wave of pleasure filled her mind.

    Heph's firm grip guided her over onto her side as he lay down behind
    her.  Slower now, he lifted her leg up as he spooned her.  His other arm
    came over her shoulder, his hand squeezing her firm tits.  She could
    feel his dick angling up into her, massaging her G-spot with every
    thrust.  She arched her back, pressing her body and ass back against
    him so he could get deeper into her, knowing that half the room was
    getting a wonderful view between her spread legs.  Slowly, the most
    intense of the three orgasms built within her, slowly escaping out of
    her in loud moans as she shook for a minute or two.

    "My turn," he said, and she gave him a puzzled look as she felt him
    pull out of her.  Soon she understood as she saw him round the edge of
    the table towards her head.  Her juices made his cock glisten as it
    bounced in front of her.  Hungrily and without hesitation, she took it
    into her mouth, wanting to reward him for what he had given her.  She
    leaned her head back and gave herself to him, the taste reminding her
    that this was the cock that she had cum all over; now it was his turn
    to cum inside her.  She didn't have long to wait.  Swallowing eagerly,
    she felt him pump spurt after spurt down her throat, and she carefully
    licked the tip when he was done to make sure she got every last drop.

    As he helped her sit up, the reality of it all hit her again.  Four fully
    clothed people sitting on a couch only a few feet away from her
    somehow made her feel even more naked than she already was.  She
    smiled shyly as they passed her a bottle of water.  After a long
    drink, she looked around at her friends.  "So what did you all think?"

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