Future of Porn

I hadn’t seen Kyle in a few years. He was an old boyfriend from college; after graduation, he went to the University of Florida for law school and I had moved to Miami and settled into the grind of work. He had just broken up with a girlfriend of three years, and he was so excited when I told him I was coming to visit. So I knew I had to figure out a way to cheer him up.

We arranged to meet at Kazbor’s Grill for cocktails and dinner. Standing alone naked in my hotel room, I looked into the mirror and wondered if I would have the nerve to go through with wearing what I planned to wear.

It was cool at 8:00 that night, cool for Florida anyway, but I needed to wear a long coat. O.K., so it would look a little funny but it wasn’t a heavy coat or anything, just a lightweight purple coat made out of the same material sweatpants are made out of. A zipper in the front. The coat was a few sizes too large, meaning it would be long enough to go part way down my legs, almost to my knees.

O.K., here is where I found out if the jacket would be long enough or not. Still naked, I opened up the brown paper bag filled with purchases I had made that afternoon at a sex toy shop. I picked out the slim red vibrator and opened the package. I inserted the batteries and turned it on. BUZZ! Damn, much louder than I had hoped. Well, maybe the sound will be muffled by the walls of my pussy, I thought.

I sat down on the bed and masturbated for a few minutes to get the juices flowing. Satisfied that I was slippery down there, I inserted the toy into my pussy. It slid right inside me, filling me up nicely, but it wasn’t huge. I turned the toy back on again; sure enough, I didn’t notice much sound while it was inside me. Good.

I turned the manuel switch off. Then I picked up the box the toy originally came in, and got the other half of the toy out. This was the remote control. Yes, I had bought a remote controlled vibrator! And you can probably guess which lonely ex-boyfriend was about to take the control, only Kyle didn’t have any idea yet what I had planned.

Normally I would have worn a skimpy thong for a night like this, but I wanted something that would secure the toy inside my pussy. I picked out a pair of purple silk panties that were sexy and lacy but not totally skimpy. The back was transparant, so it would show my ass; but not completely, like a thong would have. I made sure the vibrator was staying inside me snugly. I put my hand in my panties to re-adjust things. Ooh, I was making a wet spot in the front of the panties!

Nearly nude, I put the jacket on. Hmm…the jacket was the same color as my panties. I zipped the jacket up, careful not to get the zipper stuck on my bare nipples. The steel felt cold on my breasts as I zipped it up all the way. I decided it looked too lame to zip it up all the way to my neck, so I unzipped it to show some cleavage. I had to be careful, though; since I was going braless, I couldn’t let the zipper down too far…

I practiced walking around in front of the mirror in the hotel room. I had gone out with no bra or panties before, but usually in a dress, not just a jacket. You may be asking why I chose to wear a jacket for this stunt instead of a dress. There is no easy answer; I just thought that the idea of showing up in a jacket with no shirt or bra underneath was very erotic. I almost forgot the vibrator was inside me, it felt so snug and comfortable in my pussy. I bent over, kicked up my leg, jumped on the bed, anything to see if the vibrator would fall out or if I could rely on it being secure. Everything was O.K.

I put the batteries into the remote control. It had five settings. I tested each one out one at a time. By the time I was at level four, I was rubbing my clit with my left hand. I had to stop myself from coming; I wanted to be on the edge of sexual bliss all night without orgasm for a long time…take your fingers out of your panties now, Miranda, I thought to myself.

I shut the control off and put it in my black leather purse. I couldn’t wait to go out and see what would happen.

At 9:00, a taxi picked me up. I sat in the back seat and instantly began to get cold feet about this little plan. I had been counting on the privacy of having my legs under a table during dinner, and I hadn’t even thought about how the cab driver could look into his mirror and see my panties. Oh well, I thought. So he thinks I’m a kinky freak, dressed in a jacket with no skirt or pants on. At least he didn’t know about the slim red vibrator shoved up my cunt.

The cab driver dropped me off without a word. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he was one of those rare taxi drivers who pays attention to his driving actually. I paid him and got out of the cab. I took a deep breath before entering the restaurant. I felt out of place, wearing a jacket with no pants. Many other people had jackets on, but they all had long pants or skirts on. I was counting on people just assuming that I had shorts on underneath the jacket. Who would suspect a woman would be crazy enough to go out in public with no pants on underneath her jacket?

There he was. Kyle looked as handsome as ever, with his long blond hair, goatee, and my god, he even had a tie on! He used to joke that the only thing with a tie he would wear would be a “Tie dyed shirt!” I was amazed that he still had long hair, but I guess attorneys can get away with that these days.

“Hello, sugar!” he said as I came closer to his table. I know it’s cheesy, but he used to always call me sugar. “Hey, Mr. conservative lawyer!” I teased him.

“Who says I’m conservative? I defended Gore in the recount.”

“Whatever, don’t start with politics. It bores me; remember, English lit was my favorite subject.”

“Yeah. I hated that. They should have called it Chick lit. Pride and Prejudice, all that crap. I hated that class!”

“Yes, but that’s how you met me…” I sat down next to him at the table and gave him a long deep kiss on the lips. Our first kiss in years…

“So, Miranda! I’m happy you came up from Miami to see me. Take off your jacket, get comfortable.”

“Haha! Um…no, I can’t exactly do that now.” I blushed. I was embarrassed for a moment, but then I remembered that this was my first serious boyfriend in college, and we had done many kinky things together. In fact, he usually encouraged my exhibitionist tendancies.

“Why not, are you cold?” he wondered.

I looked down at my nipples. They were clearly erect under the cotton material of the purple jacket.

“Um, yeah, I’m cold. Oh, hell, I was going to tell you soon enough anyway.”I leaned close to his ear and whispered. “Don’t laugh, Kyle. I wanted to do something really kinky to surprise you, but I wasn’t going to tell you until after we had a drink. I’m almost naked underneath this jacket.”

He looked at me with a big silly grin on his face. “Really? I’ll be damned, Miranda, you are up to your old tricks. I thought being almost 30 would have made you more conservative.”

I put my hand into his lap. He was hard, as I had expected him to be. “Kyle…if anything, I’m even kinkier than you ever could have imagined. Here, take this.” I rummaged through my purse, and removed the control to the vibrator.

“What’s this, it looks like a remote control?” he asked me with a confused look.

“Turn it on, see what happens!” I encouraged him. My leg was brushing up against his jeans. He picked it up and studied it for a minute. He was about to turn the knob from zero to one when the waiter interrupted to take our orders.

“Uh, well, just a Rum and Coke for me” I stammered. Damn, I had been about to get the first jolt of the vibrator when this dick waiter had to come and take our order.

“Good. And you, sir?”

“A gin and tonic, made with Bombay Sapphire, easy ice and extra lime.” Kyle ordered.

“No problem.”

I laughed after the waiter left. “Would you like that shaken, not stirred, Mr. Bond?”

“James Bond drinks a martini. Hey, I’m paying $7.95 for a drink, I better get it the way I want it.”

“I heard they cast a new James Bond. Some british guy with blond hair. The movie comes out next Christmas…OH FUCK!” Kyle had just cranked the vibrator on unexpectedly.

“Miranda, what is this interesting little device? And why did it make you yell out when I turned it to three?”

“Oh, Kyle. I told you I was kinky. It is a remote to the vibrator that is in my pussy right now. I thought it would be fun to let you control it during dinner, but I wasn’t prepared for it yet.”

I felt a sudden surge of vibration in my pussy. It shook me to the core and made me want to masturbate again. “Hey, you asshole, did you just crank it up all the way?” I demanded.

“You said I was in control.”

“Yeah, I did. I guess I asked for it, huh Kyle?”

I could barely keep a straight face when the waiter brought us our drinks. I had expected Kyle to play around with the device, but he just left it on level five.

“Do you need it turned down?” Kyle asked.

“Yes. This is too much, it feels so erotic and all, but we are in public, and it is more than I bargained for.”

“Though luck sugar! You gave me the controls as part of your kinky little game, and now I’m in control of the vibrations inside your cute little snatch. And I say the level stays at five until you do something for me.”

I was getting in too deep in this game, I realized. I had no idea what he wanted me to do.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. “I can’t stay at level five for too long without needing to masturbate. And I’m not going to masturbate myself to orgasm right here in the bar, if that is what you had in mind.”

“No? Why, Miranda, ae you afraid you couldn’t have an orgasm in public without everyone noticing?” he asked me.

“Fuck yeah! Kyle, you remember, when I come, I moan and groan kinda loud! I can’t do that.”

“Well your’e in luck, sugar! Because what I had in mind was for you to jack me off under the table…”

I did a double take. “Are you fucking serious Kyle? Everyone would hear you.”

“No, I can come without making myself obvious. I’ve been doing a little research on Tantric sex. I can control my breathing and have a quiet orgasm under the table.”

“Can you at least turn it down to three or four? I can barely think straight, I want to touch my clit so bad…” I begged

“No. It stays at five till you make me come. Then I’ll lower the level a bit till we get to my car. Then you can come as loud as you want while touching your hot little pussy. Or maybe I’ll touch your hot little pussy, Miranda!”

I was feeling very sexually frusterated by that point. My plan had backfired; I had wanted him to drive me crazy all evening, but not this crazy! I needed to touch myself so badly, but I knew I couldn’t come in public without making a scene.

“O.K. Kyle. I’ll jack you off under the table if that is what you really want. But what about the waiter? I’m sure he’ll come back to check on us.”

“Let me handle it. Here he comes now with our drinks; I’ll tell him that we won’t be ready to order dinner for awhile.”

The waiter placed our drinks on the table. Kyle had a sip of his gin and tonic; I took a huge gulp of my rum and Coke to steady my nerves. Kyle politely explained to the waiter that we weren’t going to be ordering dinner for awhile and that he would wave if we needed more drinks or an appetizer. The waiter was clearly dissapointed, no doubt worried that he wouldn’t get a big tip if he didn’t sell us more than a couple of drinks, but Kyle politely yet firmly explained him we would order dinner later.

“What about lubrication, Kyle?” I asked my former boyfriend, knowing that I had usually used some Wet Stuff or other lubrications when I gave him handjobs in college.

“Just wet your hand” he told me. I did just that, discretely putting a napkin over my face so people wouldn’t notice me spitting into the palm of my hand. It is funny how such an act can seem gross out of context, but when it is between two former lovers about to do something intimate, the saliva on the hand suddenly turns into something sexy!

My right hand was now moist, so I used my left hand to unbutton his pants. I could feel his erection through his pants. I deftly unzipped the pants and stuck my left hand under his boxers. Peeking down under the table, I saw that his boxers where white with blue stripes. I pushed them down just enough to expose his rigid cock. Smiling, I quickly grasped his dick in my wet right hand and began to stroke him off under the table. I nervously scanned the area to make sure nobody could see; thank God there we were sitting near the back of the restaurant. I was on the outside so my body mostly covered up any view of what was going on in Kyles lap.

“Oh Miranda, this feels so good! Remember the first time you stroked me?” I remembered it very well; it had been before we started dating. I had met him at a typical college kegger my freshman year in college; a little tipsy from way too much cheap beer, I had made out with him in the basement of the party. We ended up in his dorm room that night.

His cock was rock hard as I began to pump my hand up and down. I felt some pre-come dripping into my hand as I expertly milked his cock like I used to years ago. Although he was breathing a bit harder than usual, he was holding his sounds in well; a passerby would not have noticed by the look on his face that he was getting a hand-job.

Keeping my eyes focused on the other people in the restaurant, I kept on stroking his rigid erection in my hand. I leaned over and kissed his ear as I whispered “How does it feel, Kyle? Like you want to explode?”

He didn’t answer; perhaps he was too focused on keeping quiet. I was still struggling with my arousel from the vibrator; I can’t come without direct clitoral stimulation, but the vibration was making me intensly horny, and I could barely hold back from sticking my free hand into my panties to get myself off. Instead, I used my free hand to rub Kyle’s nipples through his shirt. I snuck a couple of fingers between the buttons and discovered that he had no undershirt on. I tweaked his nipples, making him let out a moan. “Stop it, Miranda. I can’t be quiet with all that extra stimulation” he whispered.

“Oh, you are finding it hard to keep it on the down low while being stimulated? I can relate to that!” I pinched his nipples harder as I kissed his neck. He was driving me crazy keeping my vibrator on the highest setting, so I felt this was fair play.

By this point I was really pumping his dick fast. I looked at his face; he was keeping quiet, but by the look on his eyes I could totally tell he was feeling intense sexual pleasure that needed to be released soon.

“Kyle” I whispered while kissing his earlobe “remember that that time in Leslie’s room?” I reminded him. One night during our sophomore year, I had given him a quickie blowjob while we where hanging out in my friend Leslie’s dorm room. Kyle, Leslie and I where hanging out one evening when Leslie announced that she needed to take a quick shower. The community bathrooms were down the hall, and she grabbed her towel and toiletries and left the room. She never kept her door locked when she left the room for a short time. We knew we only had about ten minutes before she would return. It was totally unplanned; I just unzipped Kyle’s pants a moment after Leslie had left the room and began to go down on him. I sucked him off until he shot a load of hot come down my throat. Leslie returned literally seconds after I had finished; his pants were stil unzipped, and I had to quickly toss a blanket over his lap when I heard the door open! I was still was swallowing semen when she was in the room.

This memory must have set something off in his head, because he began to moan as quietly as he could as sweat began to pour down his face. I knew he had begun his orgasm when I felt the first quick contractions beginning in his cock. I felt him spasm in my hand, so I pumped him even faster. He shot a wet messy load of come all over my hands, providing even more lubrication for me to milk him even more. I quickly reached into his lap with my other hand and squeezed his balls, heightening the sensation for him. Come kept spurting out of his cock and onto my hands and wrists as I jacked him off, letting him shoot out every last drop of hot creamy fluid all over. I smiled as he finished coming and I discreetly used my napkin to wipe him clean just as a waitress walked by.

He just sat there and relaxed, but I was ready to explode. “Kyle, I need to go now. I can’t hold back any longer; I need to play with my clit, and I can’t do that here.”

“O.K. You’ve been a good sport. Let me flag the waiter down and pay for our drinks.”

“Uh…no, I can’t wait for that. Either turn off the vibrator or I’ll have to run to the bathroom to masturbate right this minute.” I was feeling intense stimulation deep in my cunt, and I needed to fucking get off soon.

“O.K. I’ll turn it down a few notches.” Kyle reached for the remote; but suddenly the idea of cutting off the stimulation sounded terrible. I was feeling so good between my legs, and I didn’t really want him to cut off the stimulation.

“NO!” I yelled, a bit too loudly. A nearby couple turned their heads to look at me. “I mean, no, don’t do that. I have to go now.”

I stood up quickly, almost forgetting that I had no pants on. I was horrified to see that the jacket had ridden up and my panties where visible. I pulled the bottom of the jacket down as far as I could to cover up my panties, and dashed to the bathroom as fast as I could.

I opened the door to the ladies room and panicked when I realized that the only stall was occupied! I needed to come so badly; this was worse than having to pee and finding the bathroom occupied, I thought. I needed to find a place to get off.

I had planned to go back to the table to get Kyle’s car keys, figuring I could quickly get off in his car, but he had gotten up to pay the cashier, and I couldn’t face the scrutiny of the staff in my condition. I was sweating profusly as the vibrator buzzed away inside my pussy. I felt my heart race and I got paranoid when I hear the buzzing sound of the vibrator. I hoped that nobody else heard the sounds as I tried to figure out where I could go to touch my clit.

I noticed an open door to the alley. I ducked out of the restaurant and saw a few people smoking outside. Damn! I noticed that the alley led to a street and that there was another alley across the street. I looked both ways and ran across the street into the alley on the next block. I stood behind a dumpster and took a quick look around to make sure nobody could see me. The coast was clear, so I leaned against the brick wall and breathed a sigh of relief. The half hour or so of level five stimulation in my pussy had made me hornier than I had ever felt in my life!

I lifted the jacket above my waist, but it kept slipping down, inhibiting me from easily reaching into my panties. What the he;l, I thought, as I quickly unzipped the jacket all the way down. My breasts were free, and my nipples hardened in the cool night air as I felt a breeze. I was basically naked under the jacket, wearing only the panties and nothing else underneath. I shoved my hands inside my panties and zeroed in on my clitoris.

I felt such a sense of relief as my fingers finally made contact with myself. It felt like I hadn’t eaten for two days and suddenly had bitten into a juicy steak. My panties were soaked, and I felt my hot juices quickly coat my fingers as I began to stimulate my needy clit. I thought of the sexual experience I had just given to Kyle in the restaurant. My mind was filled with the image of his bare cock getting stroked under the table by my hands a short time ago.

It didn’t take much to get me off; I felt the first wave of contractions hit me very soon after I had started masturbating. Not even caring if anyone on the street could hear me, I let out a cry of passion as I felt the orgasm rock my pelvis. I could barely stand up; normally I masturbate while lying down in bed or sitting on a chair. My knees shook, but I leaned against the wall and let the orgasm tear through my body. The jacket had started to slip down my shoulders and was about to fall off, but I didn’t care, I just experienced white hot waves of ecstacy.

I said, “No, please don’t,” but Jodi didn’t listen and tossed it out the window.

Miss Compton said, “Hey Jodi, her T-shirt looks awfully tight. I’ll bet it’s uncomfortable, too!”

Jodi said, “I agree. We need to get this little shirt off her so she can ride around in complete comfort.”

I said, “No, please don’t do that. I won’t have anything to wear. I’ll be naked and you’ve got me tied up in public!”

Jodi said, “But you have such a nice tight body. You should show it off.”

Miss Compton added, “I’d love to see it!”

I said, “Can’t you wait until we get home?”

Miss Compton said, “I don’t want to wait.”

Jodi looked at Miss Compton and said, “I don’t either, but aren’t we taking this a bit too far? I mean Mindy is so defenseless and helpless.”

Miss Compton said, “True, she is helpless, but I think she’d be much happier naked.”

Jodi smiled at me and said, “Well, if you’ll be happier naked, then naked you shall be!”

Jodi lifted up the T-shirt, but stopped when she realized that since I was tied up, she wouldn’t be able to get the shirt over my head.

Miss Compton said, “If you can’t get the shirt off, why don’t you cut it off?”

I said, “But it’s the only thing I have to wear. I’ll be riding around bare assed naked!”

Jodi paused for a moment and said, “I really feel bad for you, but you have such a cute little body that I just can’t resist.”

Jodi took her nail file and began cutting through the thin material of the T-shirt. She tore the fabric to shreds before finally pulling it free from my body. I was now totally nude and my arms were tied to handles above the doors in the back seat of the SUV. My bare breasts and auburn bush were out in the open, and there was no way for me to hide my nakedness as Miss Compton piloted the big vehicle down the street.

Seeing how defenseless and vulnerable I was, Jodi decided to take advantage of the situation. She began lightly running her fingers up and down my legs. She knew that I liked it from the last time that we were together. Then she raked her fingernails through my neatly trimmed auburn pussy hair. It felt good so I didn’t say anything, but then Jodi’s fingers continued climbing up the front of me. She moved her hand up to my flat tummy and began tickling my bellybutton.

I jerked my upper body and Jodi said, “Wow, it looks like we have a ticklish little girl here!”

That was all I needed. I was helplessly tied up and now Jodi discovered that I was ticklish. Jodi gently poked my ribs with her finger a few times to watch me wiggle around in the seat.

Jodi said, “This is fun. Let’s find out where else you’re ticklish!”

She softly dragged her fingernails up the side of my body as Miss Compton peeked at us in the rear view mirror. Soon Jodi reached my armpits and began tickling me there. I was jerking around and giggling like a little kid.

Miss Compton called out, “That looks like fun. I think I’ll join in.”

Miss Compton stopped the SUV in the parking lot of a twenty-four hour Quick Shop. We were parked away from the store, but we were under a light and near the street. There was enough light shining down on us to show anybody nearby that I was tied up open armed and naked.

Miss Compton said, “Here, give me your foot.”

I yelped, “No, please not the foot!”

Unfortunately, I was powerless to stop these two devilish ladies. Jodi forced me to stretch my leg up over the console and Miss Compton grabbed my ankle. It was at that moment when I noticed a man sitting in a car directly across from us. He appeared to be eating a snack that he’d probably just bought in the Quick Shop, so it looked like he wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

My breasts were out in the open for the man to see, and with my leg up, I was giving the man a beaver shot, too. Miss Compton was merciless as she began her assault on my little bare foot. She began scratching her fingernail up and down the sole of my foot and I started twitching all over. Then Jodi returned to my armpits and continued tickling me there as well.

I started screaming, “Please stop. You’re driving me crazy,” but my screams were ignored.

I was powerless to stop the women and they knew it. Miss Compton just kept running her fingernail up and down the sole of my foot, only occasionally stopping to tickle me between my toes. Jodi mainly concentrated on my armpits, but she also explored other areas of my body. She would run her fingers over my abdomen, up and down my inner thighs, and Jodi would even tickle my neck and behind my ears.

It was pure torture as these two women relentlessly tickled my bare body, while some strange man watched from a nearby car. I was squirming and laughing in response to the women’s pokes, prods and gentle caresses of my most intimate areas, and then things got even worse. I started to feel pressure inside my bladder and I realized that I had to go to the bathroom.

I yelled out, “You’d better stop tickling me because I have to pee!”

Miss Compton said, “What do you mean, you have to pee?”

I replied, “What I mean is I drank a large Pepsi at the burger joint and now I have to pee!”

Miss Compton said, “Well, you’d better go in the Quick Shop and ask to use their restroom.”

I said, “The Quick Shop? Are you crazy? I’m naked!”

Miss Compton said, “Then you’d better hold it sister. I don’t want you ruining my leather seat.”

I said, “I’ll try, but I really have to go bad!”

Miss Compton said, “If you pee on my seat, I’ll make you walk home naked!”

Miss Compton started up the SUV and we headed for home, but the pressure inside of my bladder was incredible. The vibration from the vehicle cruising down the street only served to intensify my bladder pressure. Jodi thought it was funny and kept poking my belly, which just made it even more agonizing. Sweat began to roll down my face as I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could. Then I noticed that Miss Compton passed up the highway entrance.

I asked, “Where are you going?”

Miss Compton replied, “I decided to take the long way home.”

I said, “The long way! Don’t you understand that I have to pee really, really bad?”

She said, “Yes I do, and don’t forget, if you pee on my leather seat you’ll be walking home naked!”

The vibration from the SUV was bad enough, but Jodi made things worse by tickling my bellybutton. I was trying to control my bladder, but I came to the realization that I was not going to be able to hold on any longer.

I called out, “Stop the car and let me out. I know I’m naked, but I have to pee so bad that I don’t care who sees me.”

Miss Compton said, “We can’t just pull over. You’ll have to hold it.”

I tried to hold it, but the pressure was too much for me. Then Jodi began gently dragging her finger from between my legs, over my pussy hair and up to my bellybutton. When she got to my tummy, she would tickle me a little, then stop and do it again. It was driving me insane.

Finally, I yelled out, “If you value your leather seat, you’ll stop right now. Otherwise, I’m going to pee all over it.”

Miss Compton said, “Oh alright. Give me a second to pull over.”

Miss Compton drove to the parking lot of an office building. It was late, so I assumed that everyone had gone home for the evening. We were parked under a light, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out and pee. However, Jodi appeared to be taking her time untying my restraints.

I yelled, “Hurry up Jodi, I really have to go!”

She said, “I’m trying, but these knots are tight.”

I yelled, “Try harder. I’ve got to pee really, really bad.”

Then Jodi stopped, sat back and said, “Well, if you’re going to yell at me, then you can untie them yourself.”

I said, “Untie them myself? I don’t have a free hand! Please, oh please Jodi, I’m begging you. Please untie me. I have to go to the bathroom very, very bad!”

Jodi said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

It seemed to take forever, but Jodi finally untied me and I jumped out of the big SUV. I spread my legs and squatted on the parking lot, and then I let the golden shower splash down on the pavement.

I said, “Oh wow, does it feel good to finally pee. Mmm, what a relief!”

It felt as good as having an orgasm to relieve myself after having to pee so badly. Suddenly two men, who looked like members of the cleaning crew, appeared in the window of the building. They were pointing at me, but once I started peeing there was no way I could stop. I just let them look at my naked body as the yellow liquid spilled out onto the parking lot. I felt like the Energizer Bunny because I kept going and going, but eventually the last little bit of pee trickled out of me and I was finally finished.

I tried to hurry and get back into the SUV, but Miss Compton said, “You’re not getting in until you clean yourself up.”

I said, “Clean myself up? With what?”

Jodi said, “Here, let me help you.”

Jodi instructed me to lie down on the parking lot, arch my back and spread my legs as wide as possible. I picked a spot away from the puddle of pee and I positioned myself exactly as Jodi had requested. I knew that I was giving the men in the building a total beaver shot, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get this humiliation over-with so I could get back into the SUV.

As I laid there with my pussy lips completely exposed, Jodi grabbed a cup of ice water that she’d brought with her from the burger joint. She began pouring it all over my sweet snatch. The water was icy cold and it was pure torture as chills went up and down my spine. Jodi emptied the cup between my legs, and then she wiped my pussy with the torn T-shirt. She also cleaned my inner thighs and bare feet.

When Jodi finished, I stood up and turned away from the men in the building. I thought that Miss Compton would now allow me to get into the SUV, but she told Jodi to make sure that I was completely clean. I didn’t know what Miss Compton meant, so Jodi clarified the command by instructing me to bend over and grab my ankles. Now my naked young ass was pointed right at the men as my humiliation continued. Jodi took the T-shirt and slowly started rubbing it up and down my sensitive butt crack.

Finally, Miss Compton was satisfied with Jodi’s cleaning effort, so I tried to climb into the SUV, but Miss Compton said, “You can’t leave your trash laying there. Take the T-shirt and cup, and throw them away.”

I looked around and the only trashcan was by the building under the window.

I said, “I can’t go over there. Look in the window. There’s two men staring at me and I don’t have a stitch of clothes on.”

Miss Compton chuckled said, “My oh my, would you look at that Jodi? There are two men watching her.”

Jodi said, “Face it Mindy, they’ve already seen you naked, so why don’t you just go throw the stuff away so we can get out of here.”

Jodi made a good point, so I picked up the trash and headed towards the building. The men were looking out of a window directly above the trashcan. They watched my every move as my bare boobies bounced up and down with each step. I tossed the garbage into the trashcan and the men were treated to a close-up view of my auburn pussy hair before I turned around and walk back to the car. I never made eye contact with the men, but I could feel their eyes ogling my exposed butt all the way back to the SUV. Miss Compton finally allowed me to enter the vehicle and once again, we were on our way.

Of course, the women insisted that I remain in bondage for the rest of the trip. Since my only alternative was to walk home naked, I decided to comply with their command. With my bare body helplessly hanging there, Jodi couldn’t resist touching my breasts.

Jodi asked, “Why are your nipples so hard?”

I replied, “Because that ice water was so cold.”

Jodi gently raked her fingertips through my pussy hair and said, “Is that making you warmer.”

I said, “Actually, it’s getting me hot.”

Jodi said, “You know what gets me hotter than fingers…a tongue!”

Jodi moved one of my legs up on the seat while my other foot remained planted on the floor. Then Jodi kneeled down between my legs and began moving her tongue up and down my wet slit. She wiggled her tongue around on my little clitty and it really got me excited.

I wanted more, so I spread my legs and begged, “Go down. Slip your tongue inside me.”

Jodi obliged and pushed her tongue inside of my tight wet pussy. When she started rolling her tongue around, I practically went through the ceiling because it felt so wonderful. As the sexual tension inside of me began to build, I knew that at last, something good was about to happening to me this evening. After thoroughly turning me on with her tongue inside of me, she went back to licking my little clitty while slipping her finger in my pussy. It felt fantastic and I was quickly on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

Miss Compton came to a stoplight and a carload of boys stopped in the lane next to us. They were all looking at me, and with my wrists tied up in the air there was nothing I could do except let them peep at my bare titties. My face turned red, but at least Jodi’s head hid my pleasure patch from their view. However, they could easily tell what was going on between my legs. Even though the boys were watching, there was no way I was going to tell Jodi to stop what she was doing because it felt so good.

Jodi was licking my love button and making little circles deep inside of my pussy with her finger, causing the feeling inside of me to build stronger and stronger. Then Jodi inserted a second finger in my sweet snatch and she began moving them in and out while continuing to lick my little clitty. I was almost at the point of no return when we came to another stoplight. I opened my eyes and saw the same carload of boys gawking at me. Miss Compton sensed that allowing the boys to watch embarrassed me, so she turned on the dome light of the SUV to give the boys an even better view of the backseat festivities.

Knowing that the boys were watching Jodi make love to me pushed my emotions over the edge and I started cumming. Jodi kept licking and stroking me as the light turned green, and I was powerless to stop her. When we came to another stoplight, I had endured all that I could so Jodi moved away from my pussy and I just hung there limply in the back of the SUV. Jodi gave me a big kiss and then she looked over and saw all the boys in the car next to us. Jodi just laughed and waved to them. Then Jodi squeezed my bare titties while smiling at the boys. When the light turned green, Miss Compton managed to get away from them and took me home to the sorority house.

As Jodi untied me, she said, “Next time I want to be the one tied up and licked until I cum!”

Miss Compton added, “You better do me, too!”

I said, “Oh I’ll do you alright. I’ll do both of you!”

I jumped out of the SUV naked and scampered up the walkway to the sorority house as fast as I could. I quickly showered and climbed into bed completely naked. While I was lying in bed, I started thinking about how interesting it would be if Miss Compton and Jodi willingly let me tie them up.

I would gain their trust so that they thought my intentions were to give them sexual pleasure. However, while I had them at my mercy, I would invite a group of boys into the room to watch. Next, I’d strip the women naked and publicly humiliate them. All of the boys would see Miss Compton and Jodi’s bare breasts, beautiful butts and nice pussies. The thought of the women being forced to remain naked in front of the boys started turning me on so much, that I couldn’t help slipping a finger into my pussy.

As I continued working my finger in and out of my pleasure place, I imagined myself forcing Miss Compton and Jodi to drink pots of coffee and not let them pee. It really got my juices flowing to imagine them squirming and suffering because of the pressure inside of their bladders. Eventually, they wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer and they would pee all over each other. Then I would make them find out how humiliating it is to have someone else clean them up, while an audience watched.

Finally, instead of getting their satisfaction from me, I would make them satisfy each other. Miss Compton and Jodi would have their bare breasts pressed together while they fingered one another’s wet pussy. They would be forced to stroke their bare beavers until each of them climaxed in front of the boys. Yes, that would be sweet revenge. Actually, just the thought of it brought me to my own climax!

I went to sleep thinking, “Their day will come. Yes, their day will come!”