Future of Porn

I have had one of my fantasies fulfilled when my lover played 30 buttons with me. But now she has given me her fantasy revenge idea. She knows that I am an exhibitionist, and she knows that I would be willing to show her my body in just about any place that wouldn’t land me in jail. So her rules for me are simple. Every time I hear the phrase I dare you, I am required to drop my shorts to my ankles, spread my legs as wide as the elastic would allow, and place both of my hands in the small of my back. I will remain in this position until she has taken my picture and stated pull em up. I took 30 buttons from her, now she wants to take 30 pictures of me.

How simple is this task to complete. I know she would never deliberately do something to get me in trouble with the law. I have to trust her judgement and hope that she will not order me to bare myself in the wrong place. Other than that, I only have to hope that she has planned out our day of fun and daring with great detail.

Saturday morning couldn’t come fast enough for me. All week long she has been giggling and telling me how much I was going to pay for stripping her naked. The sex we had every night before bed was incredible, due mostly to the time and effort she was spending on planning our day. She was as horny as I have ever seen her.

Friday night she shaved my pubic area clean, saying that she didn’t want any hair distracting the main focus of the pictures. That focus of course being my erect penis displayed in whatever fashion and whatever place she has chosen for me.

We woke up late Saturday morning and went to the kitchen for a light breakfast. We were about to sit down and eat when she guided me over to the sliding glass door at the back of our house and said “I dare you.” Since I was already naked, I simply spread my legs and put my hands behind my back facing the glass door. She walked to the vertical blind controls and pulled the chain causing the curtains to pull away exposing me to the world. I knew that I could not move a muscle to cover myself, and I wasn’t going to deny her the sweet revenge she craved. She returned to the table and sat to eat her breakfast, talking to me as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I saw one of my neighbors step outside to turn on her sprinkler, but I don’t think she saw me. I was already hard and I knew that I would be hard at least 29 more times before the day was done. After a few more minutes I heard the click of the digital camera and she said “pull em up” even though I had nothing to pull up. She told me to eat my breakfast while she got herself ready for the day. I was made to sit facing the glass doors until I was done.

My outfit was considerably easier to get into than hers, only a second to pull on the elastic waist shorts she had bought specifically for this day. A pair of comfortable tennis shoes and a simple button up collared short sleeve shirt were all I had. She was dressed in a comfortable blouse with that shelf bra I love underneath and a skirt that showed off her legs. I was left to wonder what she was or wasn’t wearing under her skirt. It was early and the day would be long, so off we went to get her revenge. The drive to the city was only 30 miles, but the scenic route she was taking would have us getting to the city by lunch time.

The first stop was at a gas station where she positioned the car next to the pumps and asked me to pump while she payed. I got out and stepped to her side to start pumping. She opened her door, stepped out and asked me to lock the pump on the lowest pump rate setting so that it pumped very slowly. This allowed me to take my hands off of the pump handle and let it fill on it’s own. “I dare you” she said, having blocked the view of my body on 3 sides with the car, the car door and the gas pump. I would only be baring myself towards the store which seemed to be quiet inside. She stepped out to the open with the camera and positioned herself so that she could capture the entire scene in the picture. I stood still and offered myself to her picture taking joy. She walked back to me not caring if the clerk inside could see me or not and waited until the pump stopped to tell me “pull em up.” I dressed and she went in to pay and get us a drink. 2 down, 28 to go.

The next stop was at the side of the road next to a welcome sign for the city. She got me out and positioned me next to the welcome sign. She took a few pictures of me fully dressed and when there was a large break in traffic she said “I dare you.” In position again I stood waiting for her to take the shot. She seemed to take forever finding the right angle and lighting, and I thought for sure I would be caught soon. She told me “pull em up,” just seconds before the next car got to me. I am sure the girl driving the car saw what we were up to. 3 down 27 to go.

We got to town and she told me she needed to stop at her friends house to pick up a bag of things we would be needing later today. Now she had not said a thing about me having to strip in front of her friends and I didn’t think she had any plans of it now so I didn’t give it much thought. Her friend answered the door with a smile and asked us to come in saying that she was happy to see us. As soon as we were in the living room her friend stated “I dare you!” I couldn’t believe it. I looked at my lover with astonishment, not believing what I heard. She gave me a look that said if I didn’t do it she would be mad. Her girlfriend just stood there with a smile and watched me, I knew then that she was in on this little secret. I did as I was told, and I know that I must have blushed.

I was prepared to bare myself for my lover, and I was prepared to be seen accidently by strangers, but this was someone I would spend time with again in the future. I stood there, baring it all for both of them while they carried on a conversation about my size and girth. My lover went to the back room to collect her hidden bag and her girlfriend walked over to me and stood behind me. She reached around and started to stroke my erect dick. My girlfriend came back in and took a picture of us together, warning her not to make me cum and ruin her fun. I couldn’t believe what I heard, and I couldn’t believe my lovers girlfriend was standing there stroking me as if I were her lover. “Pull em up” her girlfriend said, and I looked at my lover not knowing what to do. My lover looked at me and said “you heard her!” Then smiling at her complete control over me she said “I never said that you would only follow those commands from me, just that you would follow them when you heard them.” Back to the car 4 down, 26 to go.

We headed toward a store in town where she could do some shopping. There were a few things that she wanted to buy for work and decided to combine our fun into her shopping needs. We pulled into the parking lot and she choose a spot near the back of the lot. I knew what was coming when she said “as soon as you step out of the car I dare you.” I got out and dropped my shorts again. I thought she would come around, take a picture and we would be done, but no, she took this opportunity to check her hair and makeup in the mirror, leaving me stand there with only the car door blocking every ones view. After a few minutes she came around and took a picture with the store front as a background and said “pull em up.” She was really enjoying this! 5 down 25 to go.

In the store she found some dresses and some blouses that she wanted. Then she picked out a pair of slacks that she wanted to buy for me. I headed to the fitting booth and put the slacks on, then I opened the door to let her see how they fit. As soon as I opened the door she said “I dare you.” I assumed the position and stood there not knowing who would walk by and see me standing there. She looked around to see if anybody was around and then walked away. My heart was pounding standing in a department store with my pants down around my ankles. I had no idea where my lover was, I only knew that I had to stand there until she released me. I was starting to leak pre-cum and I knew that at any moment it would start dripping off of the tip in long strands toward the floor. I would be humiliated if someone found me in this position other than my lover. She stepped from an isle beside the fitting room and took a picture then stated “Pull em up.” She had been standing just around the corner the whole time she told me, waiting to see if I would cheat and hide. 6 down 24 to go.

Time for lunch and off we went to a local sports bar that served good lunch. In the parking lot, she took another picture of me with the bar as a background. I was starting to see a theme here, she was making an album of pictures that explained for themselves where we were at. I hoped that the parking lots were all as calm as the ones we have visited so far. 7 down 23 to go.

In the bar we walked in and headed to the back where the tables were raised and everybody sat on bar stools. Half way back I saw that 2 more of my lovers girlfriends were sitting at a table there waiting for us to come in. My heart sank, knowing that this too was pre-planned. I was excited and also nervous about being naked again in front of her girlfriends. The table they chose was in a small cubby hole area at the back of the bar that provided a little privacy, but was still open to anybody that walked up. The moment we got to the table I said hi to my lovers 2 friends, we will call them Tasha and Amanda, and gave them each a hug.

As soon as we finished greeting each other Tasha said to me “I dare you!” I smiled at her and dropped my shorts noticing that she immediately looked down to check me out, and Amanda followed suit. I stood there bared to these 3 beautiful women that I have known for a long time wondering if I was going to be allowed to eat. I saw the waitress coming toward us and looked at my lover needing to be released quickly or risk being seen. I was shocked when she smiled and just looked me in the eyes with a little smirk on her face. The waitress walked up, looked at me top to bottom and asked for our order. Before leaving my lover took a picture of me and the waitress. The waitress knelt down next to me and smiled for the picture while looking at my dick. There was no sign of me being allowed to pull up my shorts. 8 down 22 to go.

She certainly has done her homework for this adventure, all the way down to the waitress who served us. After a few minutes of torturing me, and the 3 women coming up with ideas of where they would make me strip if it where up to them they decided to pose for their picture with me and wait for the food. First Tasha and Amanda stood on either side of me and put a hand on dick. Then they each pulled their tops down, squatted down and kissed either side of my dick. I was starting to drip again, and the girls really enjoyed seeing that. Finally my lover opened her blouse exposing her breasts in that shelf bra, knelt down beside me and put my dick in her mouth for a picture. “Pull em up” she finally said, just moments before our meals arrived. 9 10 and 11 down, 19 to go.

After finishing our lunch and enjoying some fun conversation about some of our adventures we were ready to continue with our day. Saying goodbye to Tasha and Amanda we headed to the bathrooms on our way out. “Come with me,” she said, guiding me towards the ladies room. I had to use the bathroom, and I knew she was running the show so I didn’t fight it. She let me go first since there was only 1 stall and when I got out she said “I dare you.” Oh my, here I was in the ladies room with my shorts down to my ankles hard as a rock again wondering when a stranger would walk in and start screaming. My lover using the bathroom and seeming to be taking her time at it. My heart was racing, my mind was racing, my dick was jumping with each pulse of blood through it, knowing I would have no place to hide.

She came out, washed her hands and then said that I needed to be cleaned since I had other ladies lipstick on me. She soaped up her hands and then began washing my erect dick right there in the bathroom. I started to think she wanted me to cum the way she was washing my dick until she stated “don’t you dare cum!” and had me rinse off with extremely cold water in the sink. The cold water was a shock, but it helped me control myself and stifled my orgasm. She took a picture and stated “pull em up.” As we walked out of the bathroom I found that Tasha and Amanda were standing guard over the ladies room. That evil wicked beautiful girl planned this all, I think I might just love her forever! 12 down 18 to go.

We pulled into the mall parking lot. She headed to the back of the mall and I knew why, another photo opportunity for her. 13 down, 17 to go.

It was a great day outside and I knew the mall wouldn’t have many kids being a perfect outdoor type of day, and off we headed to that store that cost her 2 buttons. They had a very small selection of mens wear, mainly mens underwear. She had me enter a dressing booth and ordered me to hand her all of my clothes over the door. She placed them in a corner under a clothing rack out of my reach and told me she would be right back.

She picked out a few pairs of underwear that would be used specifically for our fun nights and handed them to me 1 at a time. After I had each pair on she would tell me to open the door and let her see. After 2 pairs the manager came over and asked her if she need help. She whispered in her ear for a few minutes and the manager soon started to smile. I was watching over the door and waiting for my humiliation to begin. My lover said “lets see the next one,” and I opened the door for both of their viewing pleasures. I stood there for a minute until she said next. I started to close the door and she said “it’s ok, leave it open! We are the only ones here!” Pictures 14, 15, 16, and 17 were taken along with my privacy. The manager began enjoying the show, going into the stock room and coming out with all types of outfits to try on. I even wore a leather thong at one point! The final item was a thong made out of netting and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The netting cut into the flesh of my dick and strained against my hardness. My lover handed me the debit card and told me to go pay for the items wearing just that thong. Thank god they had a register near the back of the store. I would have been arrested if it were in the front.

The manager was just about finished ringing it up when she stated that she needed the tag from my current pair of thongs so she could ring them up. I was headed behind the counter to let her scan it when she stated, “sorry, your can’t come back here!”. I looked at my lover and she was simply smiling at my current problem. I slipped them off and handed them to the manager, standing naked waiting to enter my pin number on the pad in the back of the store. Click, picture number 18 was taken. I walked to my lover and asked her what she wanted me to do now? She told me to go get my clothes and dress right where I found them. I was so hard now there was no way I was leaving this mall without someone noticing. The manager thanked us for making a purchase and gave us a frequent shopper card that was punched at every hole giving us 25% off of our next purchase at her store. I guess she enjoyed the show and wanted another one soon. 12 pictures to go.

I assumed that we were leaving the mall, but my lover had no intention of letting me off that easily. We went to the food court and shared an ice cream sundae. After we finished she told me that she wanted to do something special. Under the escalator to the 2nd floor there was a photo machine. You know the kind that takes 4 pictures of you in a booth with just a black curtain hanging to about knee height. We put 2 dollars in the dollar slot and sat down on the bench to take 4 very loving pictures that showed how much fun the two of us were having together. How much we truly loved being together. We sat in the machine for about 2 minutes waiting for the 4 pictures to pop out of the bottom. We stood to leave and she looked at me and stated “I dare you!”

Right here at the edge of the food court. Right here in a booth with only a black curtain covering me, I pushed my shorts to the floor and assumed the position. She put another 2 dollars in the machine, position the camera so that it was aiming directly toward my throbbing dick and carefully exited the booth. I stood through all 4 pictures and waited to hear my cue to pull em up. I knew that anyone in the food court that looked would notice a pair of legs with shorts down around their ankles.

She waited until she heard the pictures deposited into the tray and reached inside to grab them and look for herself. After inspecting them she said “pull em up,” and I came out checking for security running my way. She smiled and kissed me then said we need to go right now. I didn’t understand what was going on, nobody seemed to notice what had happened. Then she moved over a little showing me a tv screen on the outside of the booth that was showing the last 4 images taken! She had been covering them with her body, but told me I would be on display as soon as we walked away. Thank god it was from the chest down due to the fact that I was standing up in the booth.

I told her that she was cruel for letting those pictures of me stay up there and she said, it was payback for the 4 buttons she gave at the bathroom off of the food court. I was starting to see a pattern here, she was paying me back for my fantasy. Paying me back for everything I did to her to get her naked! I was glad that I only had 8 more pictures left to take. She started laughing and said, “nope it’s still 12 pictures buddy!” But I had 4 pictures taken in the photo booth!!!!! You said that you were going to take 30 pictures of me to complete your fantasy! She laughed again saying that i wasn’t paying attention to the rules. That the rules say I will pose for 30 pictures taken her! She tells me that since those pictures were taken by that machine that they didn’t count! Ouch, she really got me on that one! She was right, I had to abide by the rules that I had agreed to! She laughed and told me that was pay back for the 2 free buttons I got at the fast food joint. I really hope that we don’t go to that museum, there was absolutely no place to have privacy at all in there! And I hope she doesn’t remember that Amanda took our picture in the bar when she was sucking on my dick! I could start going backwards if I weren’t careful.

We left the mall and about 10 minutes later we pulled into the museum parking lot! The museum had sky lights throughout it and was very well lit. Talk about nervous, I was starting to wonder how she planned on pulling this one off! She couldn’t expect me to get naked in a museum full of people, I would end up in jail. She took my picture in the parking lot again and then allowed me to dress before heading in. 19 down, 11 to go, and I am scared crazy. We spent about 30 minutes walking through looking at all of the exhibits again. The anticipation was driving me crazy! I just knew that I was either going to jail, or refusing to abide by her request! She took a few pictures of me fully dressed in the museum and then we headed back to the parking lot!

Wow, I can’t believe she did that to me. I was so nervous, I think I actually went soft and I told her so! She stated that she would have to do something about that. She walked me over to a row newspaper boxes where you put 35 cents in and get a paper out. It was on the back side of the side walk right up next to the road. Once in place she said “I dare you,” and walked around to the front of the paper boxes leaving me bare behind the booths. Shielded from traffic, but bare to the museum parking lot I stood while she browsed through the papers looking for 1 to buy. It didn’t take long for me to get hard, and she noticed from the other side of the booths. She commented on how many times I have been hard and soft today. I told her that I was starting to hurt from the amount of time I had been hard without any release.

Ironically, just after leaving the room, Jenny encountered Karen. The Puppeteers words haunted her. “I know you know another, whose body remains pure. Do not return without her, use me as your lure.”

“Karen, you’re into puppets, right?” Jenny asked.

Karen waved her hand dismissively and gestured that they weren’t puppets. “I’m into antiques, and some of them are puppets, yes. Why do you ask?”

“I found one in the attic that I wanted to see if you can tell me anything about. I know it’s an antique, but there’s something different about it.” Jenny was unable to disguise her excitement.

Karen downplayed the whole thing, seeming not to care. “Well, bring it to me when it’s convenient and I’ll see if I know anything about it.”

“There’s no way, the thing is about as tall as I am.”

Karen froze and suddenly took great interest in the news. “There was a craftsman named Bulger that made puppets like that in the middle 1800’s. I doubt very much if that’s what you found, because those are in museums or in the personal collections of the wealthy. I’m sure it’s a copy, but I guess I can look. What would be a convenient time?”

Karen continued to downplay the news to keep from getting too excited over what is probably a cheap imitation. She’d done a lot of research on the topic. The internet was great for that, it was so much better than making repeat trips to area libraries. There were several that disappeared and all traces were lost, but the odds of one showing up here were astronomical.

“How about right now?” Jenny suggested. Karen considered it. There was studying to be done, but it would be such a distraction knowing that the slightest chance existed of her actually finding an original work. It was probably better just to prove to herself right now that it was a copy and not have to worry about it any more. The studying could wait.

On the walk home, Karen related what her research turned up on Bulger himself. Jenny listened with great interest.

“He lived in a poor part of London, that’s an established fact. He owned a wood shop and made the most wonderful puppets ever seen. The amount of detail was just incredible. The shop was closed amid speculation that he was a sexual predator, at which time he disappeared. Although accounts differ, and are all based on hearsay, speculation is that he preyed on as few as five and as many as one hundred young women. No one really knows for sure. There was a lynch mob on his tail, and once word got out he didn’t hang around for a trial. He left a few full-sized puppets in his workshop, one complete and two not, and disappeared. Some said he came to America, but that’s very doubtful. It was also rumored he had an on-going relationship with a woman that was suspected of dealing in black magic. If you mix black magic and puppets, people can believe the most incredible things. You’d be amazed at some of the stories idle minds create.”

“Maybe Bulger’s girlfriend put his spirit in the puppet to escape,” Jenny thought aloud as it began to make some kind of sense.

Karen stopped dead in her tracks. The look on her face displayed shock. “You woke him up.”

“I was kidding!”

“You woke him up.” It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with.”

“Oh yeah, I do have an idea. He’s still a sexual predator. He uses his power to do things for you, but you have to let him…do things to you. And how do you know so much about this, anyway?”

“The black magic spells my great-great-great-grandmother used to save him came at a price and locked his spirit into the puppet. It takes a virgin of the same bloodline to release him from bondage, to set his spirit free. Four generations of my family have searched for him. One girl from every generation was tasked to keep her virginity intact in hopes of locating and saving his spirit. I’m the only one left.”

Jenny was stunned. “Why?”

“It’s important for our bloodline; otherwise our family remains cursed. It’s been our quest for four generations, and with each succeeding generation our hope has faded. But this is…amazing, absolutely amazing…if it’s true. Take me to him now.”

They had reached the house and were standing outside talking. Jenny sensed the excitement in Karen and saw it in her eyes. It was the first time she’d seen Karen so fired up about anything. It also made clear why Karen had always acted the part of a prude, refusing to give her virginity up to anyone. That in itself was a sacrifice, as far as Jenny was concerned.

Jenny pleaded with Karen to be quiet as they crept inside. They climbed the stairs into the attic with the occasional squeaking of a floorboard, but it did not appear to arouse suspicion. Jenny led Karen to the container.

“What happens now?” Jenny asked, knowing that Karen knew so much than she about the puppet.

“I will wake and release him from bondage with the sacrifice of my virginity, if in fact it is Bulgar that inhabits the puppet. He will release into my body a fluid that will determine my ancestry, and upon verification his spirit will be freed, and our family curse will be lifted.”

Karen stepped up to the container and inspected it for signs of any type that might show what was locked inside. She recoiled upon observing a symbol that Jenny had never noticed, and hurriedly loosened the four latches. When the door opened Karen rested her eyes on the puppet that had evaded detection by her family for four generations. That it had been recovered at all was a miracle in and of itself, or perhaps it was destiny.

Karen had been taught from a very young age about the details of the puppet, passed down in an old letter from family to family. She inherently knew how to confirm its identity, how to rouse the spirit from its slumber, and what awaited her when the puppet-enslaved spirit knew who she was.

Karen tugged the shorts down. One hand cupped and rubbed on the wooden balls, as the other stroked the wooden shaft. She was impressed by the detail and amazing craftsmanship. It was ironic that the puppets he made would one day enslave his very spirit. After a few moments of fondling, the wooden penis lifted up slowly, revealing its awareness of her presence. Karen found her touching erotic as the other girls had, and grew sexually excited with each passing moment.

Karen stared at the penis and its large mushroom head. She felt compelled to sink to her knees, and she began licking and sucking on the large tip. It passed through her cherry lips and filled her warm mouth, where saliva bathed the smooth wood head and shaft. Her fingers continued fondling the fabric-covered hollow balls and the base of the penis.

She withdrew her mouth and looked up. “Four generations have relentlessly searched for your whereabouts. I am the last of your bloodline. My sacrifice will release your spirit from this prison. Take me now.”

The puppet stepped forward, pushing Karen out of the way. She anxiously unbuttoned her blouse, and when several buttons appeared not to cooperate her hands ripped the blouse open and slid it off her shoulders. Jenny was surprised she wore no bra, and that her small breasts were naturally very firm and the nipples small. Her fingers tugged at the skirt fastener, and then sat down on the attic floor as she kicked off her shoes and slid both her skirt and panties from her body. Karen sat on the floor with her legs spread, inviting the puppet to take her purity and release the family curse. Her blonde fur-fringed pussy beckoned.

The puppet lowered to his knees and grasped her thighs, positioning Karen where he pleased. He rolled her thighs back and spread them far apart, leaning forward and pressing his mushroom tip against her pussy. Karen’s eyes closed as she squeezed and fondled her own breasts and nipples, getting herself turned on even more. She gasped aloud when the head pushed between the outer folds, seeing the virgin entrance to her pussy canal. Jenny could tell when the wooden penis penetrated, for Karen’s back arched and she briefly cried out in pain as he took what was sacrificed.

Jenny was incredulous as she watched the scene unfolding before her very eyes. Karen whimpered in pain as the mushroom tip forced her tight canal walls apart, reluctantly yielding to the intruder. Interspersed were moans of pleasure, as her body savored the long-absent sensations of sexual delight. The puppet’s thrusts grew faster and deeper, driving Karen’s body down against the floor. The floorboards and the puppet’s joints squeaked noisily. Jenny was fearful of being discovered, but it was too late.

Karen’s pussy finally took the entire wooden penis into her body, and it filled and refilled her canal repeatedly. Her body was wracked with powerful spasms of ecstasy as she climaxed for the first time in her life. She was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of sexual release. The puppet was far from over, however, and his penis thrust into her sore, aching pussy for several more minutes. Karen didn’t climax a second time, but finally the puppet did. Jenny watched as his wooden frame tensed and convulsed, delivering a thick, steady stream of cum into Karen’s pussy. The puppet withdrew, stood, and stepped away.

Karen continued to sit on the floor. She looked down between her parted thighs at her pussy, observing a mixture of pussy juice, blood, and puppet cum. Several moments elapsed before anything happened. When it did, it was obvious. A whiff of smoke emanated from her pussy when her heritage was confirmed, and a clap of thunder shook the attic as Bulgar’s spirit was freed.

Jenny was concerned she wasn’t going to be rewarded with the agreed-upon knowledge, and then a barely discernible apparition appeared as it left the puppet and moved through her. Jenny felt a cold chill as it passed through her flesh, and sensed a transfer of knowledge between their souls. It was all that he could offer, and more than Jenny had expected. She felt light-headed and the world began to spin. Her vision became unfocused, and she passed out.

When Jenny awoke Karen was kneeling over her. Karen was fully dressed, although her ripped blouse was only partially covering her body. Jenny slowly became aware of her surroundings and smiled up at her friend. Karen smiled back. Her destiny had been fulfilled.

*Epilogue*

Jenny started hanging out with Nikki. Their secret relationship continued, but only on a friendly basis. It never got in the way of dates with guys. After a few months Karen started hanging out too, her celibacy no longer a family requirement. Guys began chasing each of them, and this time they were rewarded for their efforts.

The last exams were as easy as the first few. At the end of the school confirmation was received indicating both Jenny and Karen qualified for full scholarships. They decided on the same school and roomed together, and are still the best of friends. They still maintain contact with Nikki, who bypassed college and married after high school.