Day in the City by Cathy Thompson (Hetero sex, First time, Humiliation,
Exhibitionism, S/M, Gangbang)


(c) Copyright this story belongs to Cathy Thompson and is based on true 
experiences. It is not to be posted to any site other than White 
Shadow's without my consent. It is meant strictly for the enjoyment of 
others and not for the profit of any individual, organization or 
company. I am not a writer so I give my permission for White Shadow to 
rewrite for grammar and spelling. Any changes other than for spelling 
or grammar are not permitted. This is my life and I want to keep it as 
original to my life as possible.

CathyTCathy@prodigy.com


Day in the City Part 1

Never in a million years would I have believed you or anybody if they 
told me I would do what I did just a few weeks ago. I had been dating 
this guy named Allan for about six months. He was only my second really 
serious boyfriend, the first guy I let feel me up below the waist and 
as smooth as he was, I surrendered my virginity to him on just our 
third date. Somehow Allan has this way of easing me into things that 
seem almost normal at the time, but go beyond all the social 
constraints I was brought up to believe. I am Amerasian, my Father, a 
retired Marine Sergeant of German/Scottish background who met and 
married my Japanese mother while stationed on Guam. Between my Father, 
who is very imposing looking and always gave the impression that he 
would seek and destroy any boy caught even looking at me, and my 
Mother, who would always command of me to be a traditional dutiful 
Asian daughter and wear only the most conservative of fashions, my 
social life in high school was pretty much absent. I was raised to 
believe that a good girl did not show off much or her body. That she 
refrain from all sexual encounters till she could give herself as a 
virgin to her husband on her wedding night. That a good girl did not 
attract the lustful stares of boys and encourage their impure thoughts. 
My school outfits were mostly of baggy dresses and blouses. The dresses 
daring if they showed my ankles and my tops were up around my neck on 
the hottest days of the year. By my Senior year of high school I was 
5'10" 34C-24-36 and a 125lbs, with long silky black hair that runs down 
to the small of my back and my Ameriasian looks of almond shaped eyes, 
full hips and a naturally light honey brown skin tone without needing a 
tan, the girls in my gym class would tell me how exotic I looked. Many 
of my friends would urge me to dress a little more fashionably and were 
sure I would be the top pick among boys at school. Once in a while I 
would sneak out of the house and change into a form fitting skirt that 
was just above the knee. But at school I would always feel so guilty as 
I would sit and the skirt would rise up to my mid thigh. It also 
complicated matters, because then boys would ask me out and I would 
have to do verbal acrobatics to turn them down without hurting their 
feelings.

It would take too long to explain how I got hooked up with Allan. The 
short of it is that last fall I went of to a college, not too far from 
home, but found a certain amount of freedom I had never had before as a 
child. I became active in student government and met Allan. We were two 
opposites. I was known as quiet, shy, modest, and introverted. Allan 
was well known as a partier, and an accomplished ladies' man around 
campus. At student government meetings he would flirt with me by 
telling me how he had seen my picture in coconut shells and a grass 
skirt on a travel poster for Hawaii. Still, after interacting with each 
other for about a year on campus we started to date.

Allan was smooth and charming and like I said, he had a way of easing 
me into things that seem almost normal at the time. On our second date 
he took me to the beach. I wore my only swimsuit, a one piece green 
thing that looked like it was out of the fifties. On our way there he 
had managed to charm me into stopping mall and into modeling several 
bikinis for him as I turned blushing red. I ended up buying three new 
suits. He talked me into wearing a royal blue bikini that was just 
three triangles that covered me in front and one triangle that somewhat 
covered in back. Each triangle was held with just a very thin string 
that I had to tie to suit my body best. The two triangles of the bra 
scoop up my breast but left plenty of my flesh flowing out the middle 
and the top. The bottom left most of my hips exposed and a great deal 
of my ass.

On the beach I felt really exposed with just two tiny strings holding a 
tiny triangle of material over my pussy. Chills went down my back as 
other guys watched me walk by in a skimpy string bikini. Allan walked 
me a long way down the beach. It was like he was making sure every guy 
had a chance to see me. Somehow I was really aware of how much my hips 
were swaying as I walked in the soft sand. Glancing over my shoulder I 
could see a number of men of various ages checking out my rear. He 
walked me past the biggest crowds till the number of people thinned 
out. Leading me up to a sand dune Allan cupped his hand over the lower 
part of my left ass as he helped me up the sandy hill. It was a 
secluded little niche between the dunes. At first kissed lightly then 
more passionately. Within an hour we were making out pretty heavy. Only 
the whiff of an ocean breeze over my bare nipples informed me that he 
had managed to slip off my bikini bra without me realizing it. His 
hands moved over my exposed breast and cupped then in his palms. 
Pulling me up above him he moved me till my breast were level with his 
mouth. I looked down as I watched his lips encompass my left nipple and 
gasped as he first started to swirl his tongue around my areola. Goose 
bumps erupted all over my body as he licked and sucked at my tits as 
his hands ran inside the backside of my suit and all over my ass. It 
was hard for me to fight Allan off, as much as it was Allan being so 
aggressive as my body telling me to let him have his way. I almost let 
him take me there on the beach, but I battled for control of my senses 
and held him off for just a bit longer. But, joking and flirting on the 
way home he did coax me into taking my bra off and flashing two passing 
truckers, who honked their approval. For the rest of the way home I sat 
in the passenger side of the car without a bra, letting Allan reach 
over and play with my breast at his will and as driving conditions 
would permit and letting Allan drive by truckers so they could see my 
tits.

Later that same night we went out to a movie. Again Allan charmed me to 
stop by a mall for a change of wardrobe. Gone was my dowdy dress of 
body hiding sack that I wore and into a light form fitting sundress 
with a flaring skirt. Inside the mall he convinced me that the dress 
snug fit meant that it was supposed to be worn without a bra and that 
the thin fabric would show off panty lines so those went too before we 
left the mall. While waiting to get inside the movie Allan pulled me 
around the building and underneath a metal grated staircase that let 
the movie attendees out from the upper deck of the theater, but it was 
out of sight of the lines in the front of the building. The area was 
well lighted and the open grate overhead offered little protection if 
people were to come out the door. He pulled me to him and started to 
kiss me hard. I could feel the warmth of his hands through the material 
of the sundress as he placed them on my hips and pulled me into him 
hard. His hands moved up to take my head in his palms as he lightly 
traced my lips with his tongue and told me how hot I looked. More than 
ever I was ready to give in, to open myself and let him inside me. To 
give myself totally to him in surrender of my virginity, He had me 
swooning. His hands moved from my face down my back. Right there in the 
parking lot I felt Allan's hands undoing the zipper to the back of my 
dress. I started to back away in protest. He quickly grabbed my hands, 
pulled me back into him and kissed me harder. When I started to protest 
more, he covered my lips with his mouth so I could not speak and while 
holding me tight with one hand, he pulled one of my hands to the crotch 
of his pants with the other. I could feel his very hard cock under his 
jeans and his hips moved as if he could not control his humping motion. 
Out of the corners of my eyes I looked around and say no one else 
around. Relaxing just a little, I stayed with our lips locked as 
Allan's hands reached around and undid the back of my dress. Soon the 
straps of my dress fell down my arms, catching in the crook of my 
elbows. Now topless Allan held my hands and then released them pushing 
them down to my sides. My dress fell to my waist and I was naked from 
my hips up. Allan took a step back releasing our lips and looking at 
me. Looking around once more to make sure the coast was clear I moved 
my arms out a little from my sides and let my dress fall to the 
asphalt. Allan had me standing nude under the staircase and under the 
bright lights of the theater exit. Shaking like a leaf and not from the 
cold, I kissed him while looking out the corners of my eyes for anybody 
that would see us. Moving into him I leaned my naked body against his 
totally clothed body and let his hands wander over my flesh. Yet his 
hands felt so warm on my hips and ass as we kissed that I was ready to 
go further. Suddenly the door above banged open and a crowd of people 
streamed out. I scrabbled to pick my sundress up from the asphalt and 
dress, hopping no one was looking down under the grate of the stares. 
Soon I found myself surrounded in a crowd with the back of my dress 
down. Without counting how many people looking on Allan zipped my dress 
back up and gave my ass a hard pat as we slipped past everybody heading 
to their cars and back to the front of the theater.

Inside the movie, Allan pulled my dress up to mid thigh and ran his 
hand up between my legs. I was petrified that the guy next to me would 
see, but I sat stiff as a board, trying to pretend that nothing was 
amiss as Allan's fingers found my pussy and played with my cunt lips. 
It is like there is nothing Allan cannot talk me into doing, despite 
how embarrassing. Allan has a way of making me believe the most 
perverted things are almost normal and sane. Still last week was way 
beyond anything I would ever had imagined myself doing. After the movie 
we went over to Allan's apartment. We were making out on the couch and 
within an hour of my arrival he had me panting like a bitch in heat. He 
had me stand up. While I stood before him and ordered me to remove my 
dress. It did not even occur to me to question him as I reached back to 
unzip my sundress. As I took off my dress and stood before him naked he 
told me how sexy I looked standing naked under the stair well of the 
theater. I blushed at the though of what I had done early that evening. 
He led me away into the bedroom. I was really nervous because I knew 
that if he made a move to take me all the way I would let him. Every 
move of his hands, every movement of his body as we embraced made my 
mind leap to assumption that he was about to make the final move of my 
virtue. Some doubt still swirled in my mind about pulling back, about 
saving myself once more for that ideal of a honeymoon night. But, I 
knew that if he just kept touching me the way he touched me, with a 
mixture of tenderness and animalistic pawing, I would be his that 
night. With one smooth motion he moved his knees between my legs and 
moved them apart with his knees. I was lying on my back as he pulled my 
hips towards him and my legs went up and wide in the air as he lowered 
himself down between my legs. His hands moved from my hips to my ass as 
I felt his weight on top of me. I could feel his hard cock head pushing 
just inside my pussy lips and positioned to enter my virgin hole. One 
hard push of his hips downward caused me to gasp loudly and tears 
welled up in my eyes as I realized I was a virgin no more. I laid there 
feeling his hard cock inside me, pumping faster and faster. I raised my 
hips up to met his as he banged away, his hips spanking my half 
upturned ass with every deep plunge he took into my cunt. Panting 
harder and harder I grew ever more hotter. When he started to talk 
dirty to me and tell me what I nasty whore I was for parading around 
the beach in such a skimpy bikini and how all the guys were gaping at 
my body made me feel dirty but flaming hot between my legs. That flame 
was welling up from my crotch all the way to my neck. Allan then pulled 
himself up into a sitting position with his cock still deep inside me. 
He pulled my legs around his hips and pumped me hard twice. His hands 
reached down and played with my tits and caused me to arch my back. But 
what he did next took me over the top. Allan talked to me for a minute 
and told me that if I wanted him to keep fucking me I would have to 
tell him in the most explicit manner what had happened on the beach. At 
his bidding I started panted out, "I walked along in a bikini that 
showed off almost all of my body. I let myself be led past many men who 
got a good long look at my almost nude body and I wanted him to think 
of me in the lewdest of terms. I let them stare at my ass as I swayed 
my hips in front of them."

As I failed for words Allan would help and soon he had me admitting to 
myself that the men that were looking at me where thinking about what 
it would be like to fuck me. Making me talk dirty about myself made me 
sizzling hot. Just as Allan had me repeating in a loud voice "I AM A 
SLUT, I AM A WHORE, I AM A SLUT," I was racked with a body shaking 
orgasm that made me release a loud scream that even shook Allan up a 
little. Just as I was catching my breath he leaned down to ask if I was 
all right. I laughed a little at the real concern in his voice and at 
myself for what a tawdry spectacle I had made of myself in losing my 
virginity. Afterwards we laid in bed and Allan had me slip down as he 
taught me the best ways to service his cock with my mouth. I licked and 
sucked at his cock, cleaning the mixture of his cum and my cunt juices 
from his cock. His balls were sweaty but I felt as if I needed the salt 
anyway so I licked at his balls, which made Allan moan. It made me feel 
good that I could make him do that my first time in bed with a man.

Later we came out into the living room and played Backgammon. We talked 
and he encouraged me to talk about sexual fantasies, more specifically 
mine. He had me talk about how I felt flashing the truckers, how I felt 
standing nude under the stairs at the theater. Explaining how nervous I 
was and embarrassed, He also got me to admit that I was excited by it 
too. That the naughty nature of it made me feel both nasty and hot, 
both ashamed and sexy all at the same time. All the talk made me hot 
again and I tried to lure him into taking me again. At first he teased 
me with his fingers, then with his tongue along my back of my spine, 
but he just would not go all the way no matter how much a pleaded. At 
first he joked that if I really wanted it I would have to get down on 
all fours and bark for it like a bitch in heat. He said in a tone and 
manner that would make one think he was just joking. As much to go 
along with the joke as to get him to fuck me again I was soon crawling 
on all fours and barking like a dog, to beg for his fucking. Then he 
ordered me to sit before him with my legs folded under me on my 
haunches. He used his foot to guide me in sitting with my knees apart 
and then had me put my hands behind my back. Before I realized what was 
up I was sitting before Allan, naked, my legs apart, my mouth at same 
level as his cock and jutting my tits forward with my hands behind my 
back. As easy as changing the channel on the radio he had me presenting 
myself to him in a totally submissive posture. My mouth at his cock 
level looking up at him with my pleading eyes. He had me pinch my own 
nipples to show him how bad I wanted it, I was laughing through my 
tearful eyes as I caused my own nipples to grow sore.

"Call me MASTER" he growled suddenly, with not even a hint of humor. 
Instantly, the mood in the room change, from one of frivolity to 
depravity. His words slap at my awareness I became all too aware of how 
I had just behaved like a tamed puppy performing for her owner. 
Silently I looked around the room. A chill ran down my spine as my mind 
played the scene in my mind as if I was having an out of body 
experience. I could see myself as a third person would see me, sitting 
with my legs tucked under me, my knees apart, pussy openly displayed, 
hands grasped behind my back, tits jutted forward and my face not more 
than a inch or two from Allan's cock as he stood over me. For whatever 
reason all that matter at the time was getting his cock hard again for 
another round in bed. Being so vulnerably displayed before him actually 
excited me to some extent. It was as if there was an element of danger 
and the unknown to what I was doing. Just not knowing exactly what 
Allan would do next if I did play along with his Master/Slave act gave 
me a little shiver of excitement. Looking up at him with pleading eyes 
I said "Yes Master" in a mousy little squeak as I fought to say the 
words. Allan pushed his cock towards my face and I opened my mouth, 
letting him run the mushroom head of his cock along my parted lips. He 
slowly traced his cocks' head along my lips several times just looking 
down at me and smiling. Tentatively I stuck my tongue out on one pass 
and have wrapped it around his cock and pulled with my tongue just 
inside my mouth. Puckering my lips I kissed the head of his cock and 
gently licked just the pee hole with the tip of my tongue. Allan pushed 
his hip forward and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. Like eating 
an ice cream cone, I moved my tongue around his cock in a swirling 
motion, making him give out little moans of pleasure. During the entire 
time I obliged him with my mouth and tongue I kept looking up from my 
servile position, maintaining eye contact.

"How bad do you want it?" Allan growled with a smile across his lips as 
he looked down at me as he pushed his cock inside my mouth deeper. With 
my mouth still locked over his hard erect cock all I could do was nod 
in agreement. Allan pulled back. As his cock passed my lips an audible 
pop sound escaped from my mouth. He walked over to a closet and pulled 
out a length of rope. "Do you want it bad enough to be tied up and 
raped?" he said as he held the coil of rope in front of me. His tone 
and manner defiantly made it choice, not an order, but the choice was 
mine none the less. But, I knew that if I agreed I would be taking our 
relationship to a new level of raw sex and that there would no longer 
be any pretense of equality between us in the bedroom.

Feeling my face turn red I pondered the idea of what Allan was 
suggesting. To submit now to this new perversion would be admitting my 
submission to him. It would give him rightful expectations of future 
use of my body for his perverted fantasies. At the time my mind was 
focused on the practical, debating my relationship with Allan and how 
this would set the course for that relationship in the future. But, the 
rest of my body was telling me of a more immediate need. Nerves 
shouted, muscles yelling, and between my legs was the most vocal of 
all, screaming for attention. Rationalizing that it was all just a joke 
anyway I looked up and nodded my agreement, but deep down I knew this 
was not just a teasing play on Allan's part. As I stayed sitting and 
displayed on the floor I watched Allan as he took my panties up off the 
floor. My eyes grew wide as he held them up to my mouth and gently 
pushed them at my lips. Offering no resistance I opened my mouth and 
grunted as he pushed my own panties inside my mouth. Then he grabbed 
some silver tape and rolled two strips across my face to seal the 
panties inside my mouth. Revolted at the though of having my dirty 
underwear inside my mouth I grimaced and grunted. Allan chuckled as I 
pulled me up off the floor noticing my indignant look. He pulled out a 
barstool and placed it in the center of the room. Naked and shivering I 
bent over the barstool and waited without struggle as Allan fastened my 
wrist and ankles to the barstool. I felt so degraded with my ass over 
one end so high up while my head was near the floor waiting for him to 
fuck me. Once secured to the stool, my joints and hips started to 
protest and my breathing grew harder from the excursion. His first 
touch made me jump from surprise as he traced all five fingers up the 
back of my leg from the ankle up and over my upturned ass, only to 
travel back down my other leg. He did the same across my back and then 
reached down and around to pinch at my nipples. Allan did everything he 
could to make my body twitch and squirm from his touch.

"Are you ready?" he asked. My panties were drying my mouth out all I 
could do was grunt and nod. "Normally a SLAVE like you has no choice in 
anything that happens to her body," Allan said and paused and he walked 
around the room letting the words hover in silence. His words "SLAVE, 
NO CHOICE and MY BODY" echoed in my head loudly and if I had been 
untied would have caused me to leave that instance. But, I was naked 
and tied to the barstool, Allan was right in that at that moment he 
could do anything to my body and I would be unable to object or to 
protest except through my muffled screams. "But I am going to give you 
a choice," Allan added after a long eerie silence and then paused once 
more. Cranking my head around with a struggle I watched Allan as he 
moved across the room and could see his amusement at watching my 
struggling body cinched to the barstool. Frustration and nerves made me 
want to scream at Allan to tell me what the choice was. Each second of 
he pause made me just that more antsy about what might happen next, not 
that I was in any position to affect the outcome, so having a choice at 
that moment was precious to me.

Allan moved by the window. To my utter shock and distress he opened the 
blinds. With the window blinds up, darkness outside and bright lights 
inside, anybody passing by would be able to look in and see me naked 
and tied to the barstool. With the walkway of the apartment right 
outside Allan's apartment, that could be many. Loudly I screamed into 
my panty gag and struggled to get free of the ropes that bound me in 
place, hopping to escape before anybody passed by the open window to 
see my body displayed over the barstool. "Your choice it this," Allan 
said calmly, as he walked away from the window and placed his palm on 
my ass before continuing. "I fuck you with this window open and we 
allow anybody that comes by to watch you being fucked while strapped 
and bent over this bar stool.-----OR---- you consent to allowing me to 
give you 20 lashes across your ass with my belt."

Neither choice was one that appealed to me, but I wanted that window 
closed and closed fast. No telling how many might now be hiding in the 
darkness outside and seeing me naked and tied to the barstool. Grunting 
and answering Allan's questions I conveyed my choice was to be spanked 
across the ass with his belt. Allan moved to the window and closed the 
blinds to my short-lived relief. He grabbed a belt and asked how badly 
I really wanted him to fuck me. Fearful, I was not sure if I objected 
strongly if he would let me go or not. The idea of being hit with a 
belt was foreign to me, my Father had spanked me a few times when I was 
very little, but not with a belt, it was more like a quick slap to keep 
me inline.

Finally I just nodded my head and let my body relax against the ropes 
that held me down, waiting for my ass to be abused. With a sting that I 
could not bear, every one of my limbs pulled on the ropes, and I 
screamed as the first lash of the belt landed solidly across both 
cheeks of my upturned ass. The second whack of the belt across my flesh 
was harder than the first and Allan laughed heartily as I frivolously 
tried to move my hands up and rub my sore ass. Tears welled up in my 
eyes as the third stoke of his belt across my ass slapped against my 
skin. Each stroke was landing in a crisis cross pattern over my ass and 
the belt would wrap itself around the arched curved of my ass. Sounds 
of my ass being beaten drowned out my sobs, as my ass felt totally 
inflamed. Never before had I felt so vulnerable and exposed. Fixed 
securely to the barstool naked with my ass up, there was nothing to 
stop Allan if he choose to use the belt of my ass longer and harder 
than 20 lashes. Each new landing of the belt I counted off in my mind, 
making sure I did not lose track and ready to protest, to whatever 
effect it might have, should Allan go beyond the 20 lashes I had agreed 
to. Sobbing loudly I felt some cheer as I counted off the last of the 
20. Relaxing every muscle in my body in relief I just let my body drape 
over the barstool like a sandbag. Before I could react I heard the 
swish of the belt in the air once more and the hardest sting yet as the 
belt landed once more. Fear erupted in every nerve ending as I thought 
the beating would continued for an unknown length of time and numbers.

"Once extra one, just because," Allan said with a laugh. With my ass 
red and sore Allan jammed his hard cock into me hard and used his hips 
to slap my ass even more. But despite the humiliation, or maybe because 
of it, I came hard and long. My whole body quaked and shook with waves 
of relief and a lack on tension I had not felt since I could remember. 
Allan left me tied and poured himself a drink. Sitting right behind me 
he sipped his drink as he watched his cum ooze out of my open cunt and 
drip down my inner thighs and onto the floor. Afterwards he untied me 
from the barstool and I almost fell to the floor as I tried to stand 
up, but Allan grabbed me, helping me to stand straight. My wrist and 
ankles hurt and were chaffed by the ropes, my ass felt like hamburger. 
Reaching behind I felt the tendered abused skin of my ass. Pulling the 
tape off my mouth hurt my lips and I spit out my saliva soaked panties 
as soon as the taped permitted my mouth to open. Allan moved me to a 
mirror and had me look at my abused ass in the reflection. Afterwards 
he poured me some wine and we played some more backgammon while he got 
me laughing at letting myself be tied up and spanked just to get his 
cock inside me. We talked more about sexual fantasies and I admitted to 
him that I did have fantasies about being made to do things a proper 
young lady should not do and that led to me confessing of having 
fantasies of being raped or taken against my will or made to do things 
against my will. I think my confessions made both of us hot again, 
because we went into the bedroom and Allan took me in such a fit of 
passion he had me taking all leave of my senses.

He had me head down ass up with my hands holding my knees as he slammed 
his cock into my open cunt, sometimes using his hands to spank my still 
red ass. All the time he was calling me a slut and whore. He had me 
admit the same, having me say to myself that I was a cheap slut, a 
whore and he would slap my ass if he did not feel I said it loud 
enough. Once more we ended up on the living room floor playing 
backgammon over glasses of wine. My ass felt very sore from all the 
spanking as well as my cunt from all its use. Still, I felt an 
afterglow of satisfaction and warmth. I was still a little shy about 
lying around naked in front of him, but I never felt at ease with 
myself or the world either. Gone were all my worries about parents, 
school and sex. I was somehow, despite all the perversions of the 
night, strangely happy.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe I was just too high from all the attention 
and sex I was getting from Allan, but like I said he has a way of 
talking me into things that I otherwise would not believe I would do. 
It started with Allan asking me to tell him something I always wanted 
to do, but never could. I told him I would love to go to Tahoe for 
skiing and the casinos for the shows. At first he seemed like he was 
kidding. Then slowly I could feel the tension rise as we flirted back 
and forth. From the activities earlier in the evening I sensed deep 
down that this discussion was not just some lark or that it was 
frivolous. Not that I had ever been to Tahoe, but suddenly I felt like 
a gambler being asked to place all their chips on one bet. Allan wanted 
me to bet that if I won he would fly me to Tahoe for a whole week's 
vacation, no expenses spared. Best hotels, best restaurants, best shows 
and all the skiing I could handle, except I never been skiing. But if I 
lost I would have to be his total slave and do his sexual bidding no 
matter how perverted.

I keep playing like I did not take him seriously, hopping that would 
give me an out later if the bet proved too much for me to handle. There 
was still pulsing emanating from my backside that testified as to the 
realness of what Allan was proposing. But like a drug addict that 
rationalizes their addiction, I convinced myself that this was just 
harmless bantering between us. But, soon I had got him to commit to 
certain hotels that I had heard about, promised certain shows and even 
laughing got him to agree that if I did become his slave for a weekend 
that I would do whatever asked but there would be certain restrictions. 
Thinking about my sore ass, I got him to agree that he would leave no 
permanent marks or scars on my body. Thinking about undressing me under 
the theater steps, I got him to agree not to do anything that would get 
me arrested. And, I did not want to risk any STDs or being seen by any 
of the people we knew at school in case he was thinking about getting 
into a threesome or something.

Allan agreed to it all and soon I found myself on the floor playing 
backgammon to see if I would turn myself over to him as his plaything. 
Win, I go to Tahoe and get the week of my life, lose and I did not 
know, but I did know that Allan made the really perverted seem almost 
normal.


Day in the City Part 2

With the last throw of the dice I realized I lost the game. Allan 
looked at me smiling from ear to ear. My heart sank as I began to 
wonder what he might have in mind for me to do as his Slave and sex 
toy. Allan woke before I did and he sent me back to my place with an 
envelope of instructions to follow and admonished me to follow them to 
the letter. He also warned me to take off all my Friday classes.

When I got home I read the instructions. There were not all that long, 
nor told me what to expect. All it told me was to go to a certain store 
on Tuesday night, wearing one of my shortest skirts and blouse and to 
get measured by a salesman named Richard for a new outfit. To cancel 
anything I had planned for Friday. On Friday morning I was to answer my 
door at 6 a.m. in nothing but a pair of black stockings and heels. 
Tuesday night I went to the store as instructed. It was a boutique that 
specialized in leather outfits. My mind instantly jumped to images of 
me in black leather mini skirts and looking like biker chick.

I reported to a certain salesmen named Richard who had me stand on top 
a small heavy wooden box covered with a thick carpet nailed in place. 
He looked me over from head to foot, ogling me in my very short skirt 
and then he ordered me to get undressed. Looking at him as if he lost 
his mind I snapped, "You can take my measurements with my clothes on."

"I'm sure they would not fit me, now get undressed," he answered back 
impertinently and then put his hand to his mouth in a mocking yawn.

We stared at each other in heated silence for what seemed like an hour. 
Then Richard poked his head out of the dressing room and called to 
someone outside and I was surprised when Allan walked in grinning like 
a fool.

"I AM NOT GOING TO DO THIS!" I said, half screaming upon seeing him.

Allan's foolish grin instantly vanished. A look of depression, not 
anger, took over his expression. With a shrug of his shoulders that 
seemed to drain him of all energy Allan reached behind him and opened 
the curtain to the dressing and stood to one side looking at me 
expectantly.

"Okay," was all he said in such a dead man's voice that it seemed as if 
his world had come to an end.

I almost rushed out of the store, but for reason I can't logically 
explain I just let out a heavy sigh and my body let slide a quake that 
ran down my spine. Reaching up to my blouse my fingers shook as I undid 
the first button. Realizing that I was submitting to providing the show 
Allan demanded, both Richard and Allan pulled chairs inside the 
dressing room and they sat back to watch me undress.

My hands trembled as I fumbled with each button of my blouse, falling 
more open as each button was undone. Leering smiles emerged across the 
faces of both Richard and Allan as I let my blouse fall off my 
shoulders and stood before them in just a skirt and bra. Reluctantly I 
reached back with both hands and undid my bra. As I felt the elastic 
give as it came unhooked and cupped the bra against my breast and the 
bra straps feel to the crook of my arms.

Delaying every second before I would expose my breast in front of this 
total stranger I held the bra to my chest. But, my path had been chosen 
minutes before when Allan offered to let me leave and I stayed. I 
slowly brought my bra down to reveal all of my breast and my now erect 
nipples before this complete stranger.

Still shaking, I reached behind me to undo my skirt and jutted my tits 
out. Richard's eyes grew wide as the skirt slowly descended down my 
legs and revealed my skimpy royal blue silk panties and then let the 
skirt slip to the floor from my fingertips reluctant to let go. Once 
more I raised my arms and hands to cover my breast and let the two men 
look at me, as I stood on top of the box in just a very thin pair of 
silky panties. Richard motioned with his head only but I understood and 
looked to Allan who nodded in agreement. Exposing my breast once more I 
reached down and pulled my panties down my legs and reveal all to the 
stranger named Richard as my boyfriend sat and watched me strip for his 
perverted entertainment.

Once nude I stood still as Richard came up behind me. An involuntary 
shiver ran down my spine as he put his hands on my hips and slowly slid 
them up my body towards my breast. He pressed his body against mine as 
his hands first cupped my tits and I could feel his hard cock through 
his pants pressing along the crack of my ass. Bouncing them in his 
hands Richard played with my breast then rolled my nipples between his 
thumb and forefinger. Then his hands flattened over the balloons of my 
breast and grabbed hard enough to make me wince. His hands then 
traveled downward. There was no mistake the direction his hands were 
traveling. He knew that I knew, but he seemed to drag it out as long as 
he could as his hands moved ever so slowly downward.

Feeling dirty and very nasty I could not hide my shame. Hanging my head 
down I just stood, waiting in knowing apprehension, at where his hands 
would explore next. He would be the only other man besides Allan to 
touch me there, yet it was Allan's wish to share that part of my body 
with a stranger as part of some barter arrangement between them.

A loud gasp escaped from my mouth as Richard's fingers finally found my 
snatch and he buried a finger along the front of my slit and massaged 
between my cunt lips. The gasp brought an evil chuckle from both 
Richard and Allan. Still standing behind me Richard wrapped one arm 
around my waist with his hand playing with the front of my pussy and 
the other hand started to feel to play with my butt from behind.

He ran his fingers up inside the opening on my cunt and then jammed a 
finger from his other hand inside my anus, laughing when I jumped. I 
was almost in tears from letting myself be debased in such a way when, 
Finally, Richard had me get down off the box. He then pushed on my 
shoulders till I got down on my knees. And he took my hand and placed 
it on his hard cock.

"I would love to see you do it," Allan said earnestly from his chair as 
I looked at him. Dejected and defeated I could just hang my head as I 
unzipped Richard's pants with my fingers and took out his long hard 
tool. Remembering a tip from a girlfriend I began to work his cock with 
my fingers rather than my mouth. It did not take long before Richard 
huffed and puffed and spurted cum all over my tits, but at least I had 
not had to put his cock in my mouth or swallow his cum. I got up and 
moved away, as Richard was still had his eyes closed from the throws of 
getting a hand job, before he might wipe his cock on my face or lips.

Allan smiled he looked me over and without him saying a word I knew 
what he wanted so I kneeled down in front of him and he stood up out of 
his chair. Soon I had Allan's pants around his knees and his hard cock 
in my hand, this time I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the 
bulbous head of his penis. With one hand I cupped his balls and 
massaged them. Remembering some of the jokes the girls made in the 
locker room about ball crushers, I made sure to massage his rocks very 
softly. With my other hand I pumped his shaft, kissing his penis head 
at the same time. Just as I started to go down on Allan all the way on 
his cock with my mouth, Allan reached down and pulled my head back. 
With about two-inch distance between his cock and my head, he 
splattered cum into my face.

As cum dripped from my face onto my tits, my mind started to focus more 
on the here and now. It was so unreal. There I sat on my legs naked and 
in the middle of a store's dressing room, having let my body be 
displayed in front of and molested by a total stranger. I had the cum 
of two men dripping on my face and tits having given each a hand job 
like a common street whore. All just to provide vicarious thrills for 
my boyfriend.

Naked and soiled I felt shame down to my bones as the two men looked 
down on my body, yet, I still felt as if something was not finished and 
I realized it was me. As much as Allan and Richard did before, I felt I 
needed something to happen or I would be left hanging. It would be like 
not reading the last chapter of a book; there would be no completion. 
Looking up at Allan I begged with my eyes for what I needed.

"Go ahead," Allan replied to my silent question as he pulled up his 
pants. Not sure if he understood what I wanted or what he might mean, I 
looked towards Richard who smiled down at me with a baneful grin as he 
zipped up his pants. Allan made it clearer to me when his foot poked at 
my hand, resting on the floor between my open knees, and pushed it 
towards my pussy.

With a tear in my eye I let out a small sniffle as I opened my legs 
further apart and began to touch myself with my fingers. Both Allan and 
Richard stared as began to masturbate in front of them, hanging my head 
down in shame as I slid my finger down into my snatch.

"LOOK UP AT US," Allan called out, and I snapped my head up to meet his 
eyes. While looking directly at both Allan and Richard, standing side 
by side, I unfolded first one leg from underneath me then the other and 
open them wide apart. Letting them watch the tears wash some of Allan's 
cum off my cheeks, I opened my legs out as far as I could and lifted 
them up a few inches off the floor. With two fingers I started to 
perform the show they wanted and pumped them along my open snatch and 
used them play with my clit. I watched their eyes burned into me as I 
felt myself grow warmer and warmer between the legs and felt wetness 
pour out.

Almost as a reflex to them watching me I held my legs up higher and 
spread them wider, as I used one hand to support myself, and the other 
hand to play with myself. Soon my pussy grew hot and I plunged my 
fingers deep into my own wet hole. Seeing Richard begin to undo his 
pants again I knew he was ready for a second round, but I was too busy 
with myself to give him a hand job, I wanted him inside me. My mind 
told me to stop, to run, but I lay back on the floor and held my legs 
up for him to have total access to my cunt.

Just as Richard was getting ready to come down on me, Allan burst out 
"NO," and pulled Richard back.

"You can jack off on her tits, but stay away from her mouth or cunt," 
Allan added and began to undo his pants. Even better. Being fucked by 
my boyfriend rather than a stranger was more acceptable even in the 
heated condition I was in. But, Allan just began to jerk off his tool 
too and almost deflated I sat back up on my knee and leaned forward to 
lower a hand between my legs. Just as one wave of nerve relaxing energy 
flowed through me, Richard spurted cum across my breast, waving his 
dick back and forth to make sure he covered both tits. Just as I let 
out a scream of pleasure, Allan hit my face with his second load of 
cum.

While I was still sitting and panting and letting my fingers trace 
lightly along my snatch, Allan stepped forward and used a handful of my 
long silky black hair to wipe his cock clean. Following his lead 
Richard grabbed some of my hair in his hand and used it like a towel 
over his dripping cock.

Feeling really awkward and uneasy over what I just let happen I got up 
and felt the gueew of two men dripping down my body. Wanting to clean 
up I asked Richard meekly where the bathroom was. With a laugh he 
opened the curtain and directed be around the corner and across to the 
far side of the store. Looking at my clothes on the hooks and feeling 
the slime over my body, I did not want to soil my garments. He laughed 
when I hesitated to go. Only two choices were open to me, either I put 
my clothes back on with their gueew all over my chest or I walked naked 
across his store.

"Go ahead, do it," Allan said as he walked out of the dressing room.

Peeking out of the dressing room stall I did not spot anybody else but 
Allan as he took a seat by the front door of the store. I wondered 
where the sales girl was that worked with Richard. Not seeing anybody I 
felt safe enough and just worried if someone might walk into the front 
door or peek inside the main window. I scurried out of the dressing 
room and turned the corner, only to almost bump into a couple who were 
shopping for a leather skirt for the woman. I froze like a deer caught 
in a headlight, as the couple looked stunned at the naked cum covered 
girl standing before them.

When they started to laugh it made me regain some consciousness and I 
moved around them, only to come face to face with the salesgirl helping 
another man shopping for some leather motorcycle pants. He leered from 
ear to ear as he looked me over. Though I felt like some cheap whore 
that had just crawled out of an alley, the look he gave me gave me 
shivers up and down my body and raised goose bumps on the nape of my 
neck.

"Excuse me," was all I could manage to say as I moved around them and 
wondered how hard he was staring at my ass as I raced away from him 
towards the bathroom. Cleaning myself up with water and paper towels I 
managed to clean most of the cum from my body, but had filled a garbage 
can full of used paper towels. There was not a lot I could do with my 
hair other than soak it into the sink and let it fall wet down my back. 
Wringing my wet hair off with my hands and flooding the floor. I almost 
laughed at the idea of Richard getting mad and having to clean up the 
mess I was making of their bathroom.

Peeking out of the bathroom I spotted both the motorcycle man and the 
couple still in the store but standing around like they were expecting 
another show rather than shopping. I also spotted two women who were 
not in the store before. With a heavy sigh I knew that I cornered. My 
clothes were all the way over the other side of the store. Taking a 
deep breath I stepped out and walked at a face pace across the floor 
and letting everybody see me walking around naked. But with out the cum 
dripping from my body I felt cleaner and not as much embarrassed to 
have them looking at me.

Allan stopped me half way across the floor and started to show me 
various skirts. The motorcycle guy came over and with me naked we all 
stood around talking as I tried in vane to make an excuse and leave for 
the dressing room. But, Allan kept me there on purpose to let everybody 
have as much of a look at my body as they wanted. After talking for 
about five minutes the motorcycle guy said he had to go, he brushed 
past me and gave my ass a quick swat on one ass cheek. Only then did 
Allan let me walk past the other shoppers and back into the dressing 
room.

Going back to the dressing room I stood naked before Richard once more 
as he took a tape measure to every part of my body and making notes 
along the way. When he was done Allan took me back to his apartment and 
he fucked me long and hard as he called me all sorts of dirty names in 
bed and made me admit to every disgusting word he used. When he was 
done with me, we lay in bed and snuggled. I felt like a bride on a 
honeymoon, embarrassed, but content and satisfied. Like I said, Allan 
has a gift of making me believe the abnormal is sane and getting me to 
do things I would not ordinarily do.

As per instructions, I got up early Friday and did my hair and makeup. 
I put on some self- supporting stockings and heels, then waited on the 
couch for the door to ring. When it rang I went to the door. Closing my 
eyes shut I opened the door all the way and stood there before whomever 
naked, except for the stockings and shoes. When I opened my eyes I was 
starring back at a very shocked delivery person, who was eyeing my body 
up and down. He was carrying a box.

Inviting him in, I stood to one side. He hesitated and looked at me 
expectantly. Feeling really cheap I left the door open and walked 
towards the kitchen table letting the delivery person get a good show 
of my ass swaying back and forth. He followed me in and sat the box on 
the table. I pulled a five-dollar tip from my purse and offered to the 
guy.

"Allan promised me a really good tip," the delivery guy said shaking 
his head in the negative and smiling brightly.

"Waking around nude before you is not a good enough tip?" I asked 
perturbed.

"Allan said to give you a choice, either dance for me while I jerk off 
or I will put on a rubber and you suck my cock," the guy replied.

He seemed like such a yokel like he was straight off some farm, but his 
eyes kept starring at my breasts. Looking him over I reached down and 
unzipped his pants and started to rub his cock in my hands. 
Instinctively he reached up and played with my tits. I almost cried as 
he started to pinch at my nipples, but I kept pumping away at his cock, 
not wanting to dance for him or suck his cock. It did not take long at 
all, but soon I felt the warm spurt of fresh cum on my upper thigh as 
the delivery guy moaned so loud I was afraid he would be heard through 
my walls. Tucking him back in his pants I waited for him to leave and 
even motioned him to the door.

"Allan told me to remain here till you try on and model the outfit in 
the box. He wanted me to stay until he knew it fits right, otherwise I 
have to take it back right away." The guy stammered still panting from 
cumming seconds before.

Taking the box into the bedroom I expected a short tight fitting black 
mini skirt that I had been measured for the Tuesday night before. 
Looking down into the box and pulling away some of the wrapping paper I 
was surprised to see bright red instead of coal black. Even more 
shocking was when I pulled the garment out and found out it was not 
even a red leather mini skirt. Allan was very explicit that he expected 
me to wear whatever he commanded. But where on a Friday morning could 
he possible expect me to wear this outfit was beyond me.

Holding up the outfit before me I realized it did not take a lot of 
material to make it and would not cover me all that much. My fingers 
could not help but feel the red leather it was so smooth, much smoother 
than any leather I had touched before. I looked inside the label and 
saw that the leather was made of lamb skin. Both frightful and curious 
I got dressed and debated in my mind if I could take much more of the 
perversion Allan kept dreaming up one after another. After spending my 
life not being seen or touched by any man, I had now been naked in 
front of a dozen or more and had performed lewd sex acts with two 
complete strangers at my boyfriend's bidding.

I put on my candy red lamb skin shorts and matching bra top. The shorts 
fit like second skin and outlined my cunt lips, showing a deep slit. 
The back of the shorts were smooth and shiny and hugs the curves of my 
ass tightly, but, leaves the bottom third of each ass cheek bared. The 
bra wraps around the back and laces up the middle, leaving a gap 
between my breast open and shows the inner curves of my tits. Deeper 
inside the box was a pair of matching red stiletto heels that made it 
tough to take all but the shortest of steps. The outfit conformed to my 
body like it was painted on, but, except for the fact that it exposed 
so much of my flesh, it was comfortable to wear. It did not bunch, 
pinch or crush any part of me. I could move with ease, and the lambskin 
felt very soft to my skin.

Looking at myself in the mirror was a shock to my system. The red lamb 
skin leather stretched over every curve that was not exposed. The 
bright red color scream for attention and had a polished looked that 
reflected nearby lights. The bra cupped my breast like they were in two 
shiny red bubbles and showed every dimple on my nipples. Laces held the 
top together over the two large bubbles of my torso, but left a gaping 
expanse between them that let show the entire inside curve of my 
breast. My waist was bare from chest to hips; my flat stomach was as 
exposed as any bikini. Turning to look over my shoulder I could see 
greater than a third of the outside curves of my ass peeking out the 
bottom. With so much of my derriere exposed by the shorts it would be 
like inviting men to come up and pinch my ass. Nervously I wondered 
where on earth Allan would expect me to wear such an outfit at 7 am on 
a Friday morning.

It was embarrassing enough to go back into the living room to model the 
outfit for Allan, but it was even more so as the delivery guy was still 
there. He was seated like he was waiting for a show. Even as I 
protested to Allan his expectation that I wear the outfit in a public 
place, he had me walking around in front of the two of them doing turns 
and bending over to see how much of ass would be exposed. No matter how 
much I told him that I refused to be seen in public in such attire, 
Allan would ignore my demonstrations. He continue to discuss with the 
delivery guy in the crudest of terms about how good I looked and what a 
great show I would be putting on for others when he took me out.

Allan tried to get me to leave the apartment, but reminded him that he 
had promised as part of the bet not to let others from our school to 
see me acting out as his sex slave. All that earned me was a long coat 
to wear to the car, which he took away and locked in the trunk as soon 
as I was inside the car.

DAY IN THE CITY PART 3

I got into the car and my boyfriend drove off in the morning rush hour 
commute. We drove about ten miles

Allan's plans became clearer as he turned into the Fremont BART 
station. My heart raced a thousand beats a minute as he parked the car. 
Turning to me in the seat with a wide grin he said, "Here you might 
need this," and he stuffed some dollar bills into the opening of my bra 
top. Despite his bravado I could tell he was nervous and really 
excited. He had that look of a small boy at Christmas who gets the bike 
he had been praying for. I actually saw his hands shake a little as he 
crammed the paper money into cleavage between my breast. Knowing the if 
I backed out now it would really crush his spirit and created a lot of 
conflict in our relationship, I hesitated to put up an argument. When I 
finally found my voice, Allan just put his fingers to his lips to 
silence me and gave me instructions on what was expected of his sex 
slave.

In a rapid voice that was almost on the verge of panting Allan said 
"You're to get out of this car and walked direct to the BART entrance. 
You're to stand in front of the ticket machine and with everybody 
watching pull the money out of your bra. I want you to pretend to drop 
some of it so you will have to bend over in front of everybody in your 
skimpy shorts -- don't bend at the knees, bend over at the waist. Buy a 
ticket for BART and go up the escalators to the train. Along the way 
find as many reasons as possible to bend over. PICK out strangers that 
you see looking you over real good and make it a point of bending over 
in front of them as often as possible. I will be following behind you 
several feet away and you're to act as if you do not know me."

"But why can't we stay toge --" I blurted out almost crying.

"Because, if I am walking right beside you I won't be able to see all 
the people's reactions to the delicious show your going to be putting 
on, as you walk around in the really sexy outfit"

"You mean slutty," I replied.

"That too," he answered back with a evil grin and then added, "If I 
walk with you and people know we are together then a lot of the guys 
will not look at you as freely and as openly as they will if they think 
you are unescorted."

"But what if something happens?" I whined.

"Well I want certain things to happen, my SLUT," he continued, "I want 
to see from a stranger's perspective how much of a show you are putting 
on with your body, I want to see guys ogling you as you bend over at 
the waist and let those candy red shorts ride up and show a lot of your 
ass. I am hopping to see a few guys try to cop a feel of your ass or 
pinch it as if they are getting away with something. BUT, don't worry I 
will keep you in sight at all times and if someone looks like they will 
get out of hand I will step in and pull the plug on the situation."

"But what if something really bad happens," I whined back, still hoping 
that maybe he would relent and change his mind, but to no avail.

"LOOK IT, one of the advantages of doing this here is that it is such a 
public place, there are security guards and other BART workers that 
will have a restraining effect on everybody else. People will know that 
if they make you cry out for help that it is all around them. But, we 
also got a built-in audience and what you're going to do is not 
illegal. Your outfit may be outrageous for the time of day and the 
situation, it is highly suggestive and provocative, but it's within 
legal limits, the worst thing that can happen is that they stop you and 
ask you to leave, at which time we will.

Defeated I climbed out of the car. Instantly my hands went to the back 
of my shorts and I tried to tug them down. But, no matter how much I 
tugged I could still feel a breeze across half my exposed ass jutting 
out from the bottom of the shorts. Mortified as I stepped out from 
between the cars and began my walk across the BART parking lot. 
Instantly I gained attention in my red skin leather shorts and bra as I 
walked past all the people in business suits, mostly men, heading 
towards the station.

My stiletto heels clicked on the pavement and made my steps very slow 
and tentative. With each step I could feel the sway of my hips and ass 
from side to side One man stepped out from his car and his eyes 
instantly fixed on my hard erect nipples poking out from the thin lamb 
skin leather of my candy red bra top. He licked his lips as his eyes 
bore into my bosom. I resisted the temptation to pull my arms over my 
chest, to hide my erect nipples poking out so obvious from the soft 
thin leather of my lamb skin leather bra.

As a second man stopped at his car to watch as I walked past I wanted 
to make it across the parking lot that much more quickly, but, my heels 
made it impossible to move fast, thus allowing every man that wanted to 
a good long hard look at my cheaply clad body. I could feel my hips and 
ass sway with every step and could only imagine the show I was 
providing for the men behind me. Out of the corners of my eyes I could 
see men stopping just to look, I could see me jabbing each other with 
their elbows to alert their buddies to the tardy thrills I would 
provide them if they looked in my direction. Allan followed several 
feet behind me to make it seem as if I was unescorted and thus 
defenseless to be gawked at. A few times I looked over my shoulders, 
just to make sure he was there. I would catch dozens of men changing 
their paths to the entranceway to BART just so they could follow behind 
me, as was Allan.

Men's heads snapped around rapidly as they caught me out of the corners 
or their eyes or turned to look at what everybody else was looking at. 
Women glared at me, some uttering remarks that sent chills down my 
spine. Every set of male eyes told me my use was as cheap sexually 
entertainment as a diversion to the routine of their ordinary lives.

As I passed one man just getting out of his car he cocked his head 
sideways, looking me over from thigh to chest with a lustful grin and 
then said "BE THINKING OF YOU LATER," and he gave a evil chuckle and 
motioned with his hand near his crotch like he was jacking off. From 
behind me a voice joined in "I will too," and I looked over my shoulder 
as the two strangers made hand motions to each other as if jacking off. 
My face turned heat red as they caught me looking a reacting to their 
gutter behavior. But my notice of their lewd remarks and gestures only 
made them break out in open mocking laughter.

It was like a slap in the face and I boiled inside with a mix of anger 
and shame. But, it made me realize that my lewd display might last long 
after I finally changed into more normal attire. Almost with a sense of 
horror it dawned on me that many of the men who were looking at me 
lewdly paraded before them might later that day or night masturbate 
using images of me in their heads to turn them on. Almost stopping in 
my tracks, my mind leaped to another conclusion. Some of the guys 
looking at me now might later go home to make love to their wives or 
girlfriends, but pretending its me under them with my legs open and 
accommodating. No wonder many of the women I passed by were so upset 
with me. Once more I reached behind me and made a fruitless attempt to 
tug my shorts down over my ass.

The more I though about how all the guys might be thinking of me later 
and using me for their erotic cravings, the more I felt all mixed up 
inside. Voices inside my head carried on a heated debate. Thinking 
about me being in bed, my legs open and Allan inside me while he was 
pretending I was some other girl made me sick. Yet, the best was to 
ensure that Allan would be thinking only about me for days and weeks to 
come was to be doing exactly what I was doing and displaying myself 
wantonly in front of others for Allan's entertainment. There was also a 
impish side of me that told me how exciting it was to be so naughty by 
letting all the strangers see so much of me and allow them their 
lustful thoughts, it was like I was getting away snitching a candy bar 
from a store. Yet, I knew what I was doing was wrong and that I was not 
much better than a cheap street whore, displaying my body in such a way 
was. At the same time felt so much shame and remorse, yet between my 
legs I wanted to be fucked more and more. I felt the urge to be 
overpowered and taken in a fit of animalistic lust.

I stood in line waiting to buy my ticket at the automatic ticket 
machine. I could feel the breath of the man behind me on my bared 
shoulder as he peered over my shoulder to look down the front of my bra 
and my overly exposed breast. Once to the front I took a deep breath 
and checked over my shoulder and around he guy that was too close 
behind me to make sure Allan was still there and in a place to view the 
show he demanded. Reaching inside the opening of my bra I pulled out 
the few dollars my BOYFRIEND had stuffed there earlier. I was nervous, 
but kept in mind that I was expected to display myself for cheap 
thrills. I dropped the money to the ground and with a whole line of 
people waiting behind me, I bent over at the waist to pick up my two 
dollar bills, jamming my ass into the man behind me and making him back 
up a step or two. One of the bills blew a few inches away, so I had to 
climb down in my heels and on all fours pick up my money from the 
ground as men and women looked down on me crawling on the cement.

Teetering on my heels I stood back up and inserted the money in the 
machine. Suddenly I felt the light touch of someone's fingers tracing 
across the exposed portion of my ass. Feeling the man behind me breath 
again on my shoulder I knew it was his fingers that were dancing on my 
exposed as cheek. Moving closer to the ticket machine, I tried to put 
some distance between me and the man behind me, but there was just not 
enough room. All the time I fumbled with my money to buy a ticket from 
the vending machine, the man's fingers played across the outside curve 
of my ass, becoming bolder and bolder with each second it took to buy a 
ticket.

With ticket in hand I went through the turn style quickly and 
approached the escalator. The man behind me fumbled quickly to get his 
ticket a follow, but his own nervous energy slowed him down. Looking 
back for Allan I made note that he had ticket and had position himself 
to watch me at the ticket vending machine and then to walk through the 
BART station lobby to of up the escalator.

As I surveyed the scene a couple of men came up and asked for my phone 
number, which I declined with a shake of my head. One man came up and 
shoved a slip of paper in my hand and I looked at it to see a phone 
number. For the fourth or fifth time a woman called me a slut with such 
vehemence that it scared me and renewed my sense of shame at how much 
of my body was exposed and displayed for the cheap tardy thrills of the 
men around me.

Going up the escalator I made it a point to bend over at the waist 
twice, letting any men behind me look right up as my shorts would ride 
up and expose even more of my ass. Once on the platform, I stood among 
the business people with the men gawking and telling jokes about me to 
each other, while listening to two women talk in exceptionally loud 
voices how ashamed I should be of myself and that hookers should stay 
in Nevada. Looking back in hopes of a reprieve, only to see Allan 
smiling back at me enjoying the sordid thrills I was providing with my 
shame.

Picking the last car of the train I got onto BART. Once in the BART 
car, I had a chance at a seat but passed it up and grabbed the top rail 
to remain standing. The BART car soon filled up. Allan actually grabbed 
my ass hard as he pushed passed me to get in. It was crowded for the 
morning commute to the city. I stood and saw one man move to get up as 
if to give me his seat, but the man next to him waved him back forcing 
me to stand on my heels in my revealing red shorts and let the men 
leer. Several women, despite having seats got up and changed cars. My 
boyfriend stood in the back of the car and watched.

There was slight jerk as the car left the station and I teetered on my 
heels. A man seated near me looked up at me and asked "You going all 
the way to San Francisco?" Nodding my head in the affirmative, the 
neatly dressed man in what looked like a very expensive business suit, 
got up and motioned me to take his seat. Glancing back at Allan, I got 
a signal to remain standing. "Of course, I thought to myself, he would 
want me to keep standing so my half exposed ass would remain on display 
for the other men on the car.

"No thank you," I said meekly. The man had taken notice of the 
direction I looked for permission, when he offered his seat and he 
looked back at Allan. Putting two and two together the man must have 
figured the game out. With a shrug of his shoulders the man gave me a 
light pat on the ass and sat back down with a grin. Before the men in 
the car at least pretended not to be openly starring at me, if I made 
eye contact, most would turn their attention back to a newspaper or 
fiddle with a palm pilot. After seeing that a open pat on my fanny 
illicit no protest from me, all the men dropped any pretense of 
sneaking looks and now openly ogled me, each focusing on their favorite 
parts.

At the first stop from Fremont the only woman left in our car got up 
and changed to a car in front. "There is still hope for you in Jesus," 
came a voice suddenly behind me and a middle-aged man in a plain gray 
suit walked past me and out the door. Six or seven more men entered the 
car, along with two women. As each stepped into the car they would 
pause briefly in surprise. The men grinned sillily and the women looked 
aghast. Now I had people standing up all around me. I noticed Allan 
getting closer to keep me in view.

As the trained jerked forward out of the station I fell back on my 
heels. A man caught and held me up by putting his arm around my back. I 
notice as he helped steady me that his hand slipped ever closer to my 
tit. "Are you all right?" he asked earnestly as his hand slipped the 
final distance to rest over my boob, his fingers slowly sinking deeper 
into my flesh.

"I am alright," I replied sheepishly and the man did a full squeeze of 
my boob through the soft lamb skin leather of my bra before releasing 
me.

"Oh for God's sake," a woman half screamed out and looked at me in 
total disdain. She was dressed in a mid thigh wool skirt that most 
would consider daring for an office, and she had on a cream colored 
blouse with a neckline that had just a hint of cleavage at the top. 
With her legs crossed in a chair to my left the skirt showed a lot of 
her legs in black hose. "What kind of cheap slut are you and what are 
you doing on this train? I could not answer and could not look her in 
the eyes. "Why don't you get some self esteem and not let me treat you 
this way?" Still I could not answer and could only look down.

"Oh dry up lady," a man behind me said to her with an air of dismissal. 
"What she wears and where she wears it is totally up to her. It's not 
up to you or any PC crowd to dictate how anybody else is dressed. Maybe 
she has the confidence to enjoy how she is dressed and enjoys the 
attention it brings her, she has the body for it, so why not."

"There are just certain limits--" the lady tried to counter. But, she 
got cut off by another man who looked more blue collar,

"Limits set by some committee of other women, deciding what is best for 
other women not part of the deciding committee," and he eyed her skirt 
ridding half way up her thigh. "You know there are probably a lot of 
women who would say that you're exposing too much leg around the office 
and ban your skirts."

Several more men spoke up and the lady seemed cornered. At the next 
station she got up and changed cars, which made me feel just a little 
more at ease. As the train pulled out, I felt a hand openly cupping the 
bottom of my ass. I half turned to see Allan standing behind me as I 
felt his hand kneading the flesh of my bottom. The open molesting of my 
ass made me turn a deep crimson red in my face as I thought of the show 
the men behind me were getting.

Allan stepped back but his action had the desired effect. I had not 
protested his open molesting of my ass in the least, because I knew he 
was doing it for the show. But it sent the signal to all the other men 
in the car that my body was open season for wander hands.

As the train stopped at each station, some men got off and some got on, 
several I suspected were supposed to get off decided to ride further. 
At each stop a number of men took the liberty to run their open palm 
across my ass, most were gentle and hardly touching me, but a few took 
the opportunity to grab my ass hard. One tall man grabbed my ass really 
hard making me yelp and jump. He was so bold that he moved past me with 
his face inches from mine like he was about to kiss me. I could see my 
boyfriend tense as if to spring into action.

The stranger, so bold, kept starring at me, and blocking the way for 
others behind him. He grinned as he watched my eyes widen as he trace 
his finger hard down the front of my shorts and down between my legs 
through the outline of my cunt in the tight leather shorts. He took my 
breath away and it was all I could do not to lean out with my lips and 
kiss him and hoping he would jam his tongue down my throat. After 
feeling me up for a long time he departed and several men behind him, 
seeing that I did not protest, grabbed and a few swatted my ass on the 
way out the door.

At each stop the behavior of the men became worst. The men seeing me 
fondled, abused and used at the previous stop without screams of 
protest on my part, decided to test the limits of what I would 
tolerate. By the time we reach stops in Oakland, as the men got off 
they would openly slap my ass with a very hard open hand whack. Since 
most of the commuters were heading into SF more men got on the cars 
than left.

The few women, who were on our car, had changed cars at previous stops, 
emboldening the men as the ratio of men to one lone female in skimpy 
clothing stayed the same. I stood hanging on to the top rails as the 
BART train enters the bay tunnel, crammed tightly in a car pack with 
men. Hands now openly pawed at my top, touching my breast over the 
leather lamp skin. Men jostled each other to maneuver near me and take 
a turn feeling me up. More than once angry words were exchanged and 
some of the men had started to push back at the others trying to get 
near.

The scene was potential TNT and I could feel that at any moment things 
could get totally out of hand. I could feel the edge in the car as it 
whooshed through the tube. The hungry sexual looks of the men on my 
body bore into my flesh. Almost constantly I would feel a hand travel 
over my ass or across my breast. Sometimes several men at once were 
groping different parts of my body. With the laces of my bra top almost 
completely undone, I was only an inch from being totally topless and my 
breasts were already exposed. The back of my shorts hand been pushed up 
to reveal more of the Flesh of my haunches, I was totally scared like a 
deer facing a pack of wolves, but never feeling more alive than I was 
at that moment. Each hand I felt over the smooth leather of my shorts, 
or the errant palm traveling up the inside of my thighs, or more 
fingers pulling at my bra, sent lighting surges of energy through my 
skin and deep into my muscles.

My instinct took over, as I knew what I had to do to control the 
situation and what I would have to sacrifice to defuse the TNT of male 
testosterone from exploding beyond control. With the car so crammed 
full of men, I no longer needed to hang onto the top rails for support. 
I started to push my way past the men closest to me as they had their 
turn. I returned their lewd remarks with a girlish smile, a giggle and 
a double entendre.

As I moved about I slithered up against every man as if I could not 
help it except to maintain my balance by using his strong body. My hand 
slid down the arms or pressed lightly on his chest of each man as I 
passed, while only giving off a naive little chuckle and an innocent 
widening of my eyes as I stared into his. If I felt that same man's 
fingers run down the outline of my cunt through the skintight leather 
or the palms of his hands cupped my breast. Twice my movements were 
stopped long enough by one man, as another worked his fingers up inside 
my thighs and up my shorts far enough to stick his finger inside my 
pussy.

The crammed car was now mostly silent as I moved from one end of the 
crammed car to another. Still I met every errant hand over my body with 
slight smile and innocent little shy or chuckle. Long ago losing count 
over how many different men had cup my breast in their palms, swatted 
or pinched my backside or played with my ass. As the car finally pulled 
onto the other side of the Bay, I stood once more at the door. As the 
majority of the men filed out, they took one last opportunity to run a 
hand over my ass or reach up and squeeze my breast.

When the car was empty, my boyfriend came up and swatted my ass hard 
and as we got off the train ourselves I could see his cock straining 
from his under his pants. I so much wanted to have him jump me right 
away. All the hands and lewd comments had left me feeling like a slut 
and like all really good sluts I needed someone to use me. At that 
moment I would have taken off my bra and walked through the station 
topless if it meant that he would just bend me over fuck me hard right 
away.


Day in the City part 4

I brazenly walked out of the BART car onto the underground platform in 
my form fitting lambskin candy red shorts and matching bra. My spiked 
heels clicking loudly on the cement floor. Men and women stopped and 
stared as I passed by, with a few on the men that had felt me up inside 
the car standing by and giving me a little wave goodbye with their 
hands. First one then one other man approached me with financial 
incentives to follow them someplace more private, but I declined both 
with a simple down casting of my eyes. Many of the women were openly 
hostile and inside the word Slut could be heard to echo inside the BART 
tunnel's station.

When I reached the escalator, one man who was ahead of me stepped back 
off quickly and motioned for me to proceed ahead of him in a chivalrous 
gesture, which motives were totally transparent. Once on the escalator 
the man jumped on right behind me, his face level with my ass. I looked 
down the escalator to see my boyfriend behind the man. I glanced down 
and saw the man smiling and staring intently at my the half moons of my 
ass covered in the lamb skin leather shorts like my ass was covered in 
nothing more than bright red nail polish.

Taking a deep breath I pretended that my shoe needed to be adjusted and 
keeping my knees straight I bent over at the waist and put my fingers 
down so they touched my toes. For almost the rest of the way up the 
escalator I stayed bent over at the waist, feeling the tight leather of 
my shorts stretch out over my ass and ride up my crotch. I left my legs 
just a crack apart and could looked up between them to see the man 
smiling downward at my ass held high in the air to provide this fanny 
fancying stranger a good hard look at my upturn derriere and some very 
cheap thrills at the expense of my dignity. At the top of the escalator 
I stood up quickly so as not to fall forward and step aside from the 
escalator exit, the man with the fanny fetish step around me and in one 
smooth motion ran his open palm up the back of my bare thigh and then 
across my leather encased posterior, with his fingers depressing into 
my flesh.

Looking over my shoulder I could see most of the men and women behind 
me standing watching in collective silent stunned awe as I stood there 
with this man running his hand all over my backside and seeing me not 
utter a peep of protest or indignation. Shivers ran down my spine as I 
though what ideas they harbored about me. The lewd thoughts the men 
generated in their minds about me and the ways they'd use my body if 
given half the chance. The way they would use me like a toy, as some 
form of escaping boredom like they would use a motorcycle, a pair of 
skies or skydive, I would be just a body to provide the feeling of 
flesh and moisture inside a hole so they could get their rocks off 
inside me while ridding me like any of their other toys.

Then there was loathing I sensed from the women, who in rival jealousy 
looked at me as someone that raised the social bar of what men could 
expect from women in terms of cheap perverted thrills from the women 
they date and the women they marry. They would look from me to the men 
around us and back to me. They could see the lustful looks the men 
directed my way so intently and how they were now somehow invisible to 
all the men around them. I became the same girl in high school they 
hated so much. The one who, when all the girls were wearing short 
skirts, wore her's two inches shorter than theirs and forcing them to 
respond in kind or be knocked off the boys radar screens, then once 
they raised their hem lines, she would raise her's further, till it got 
to the point that the girls were willing to suffer being invisible than 
to expose more of their bodies to the adolescent testosterone driven 
teen boys of the school. That is always how the hemline wars were waged 
in high school. The vast majority of girls would decide through a 
method of self-policing each other on the proper fashion in hem 
lengths. Then one or two girls would upset the unwritten agreement and 
raise our hemlines above the social norm. The other girls would resent 
it, but see the guy's attention directed at us and then would respond 
to the competition by raising their hemlines. Soon every girl in school 
would be wearing skirts so short they looked like hookers, or stayed in 
pants and have the guys pay less attention to them.

It was that same look of mixed horror and loathing I saw in the women 
at the BART station, watching me stand there in my skimpy shorts and 
letting this man feel my ass up in from of all of them. As the man's 
hand massaged the meat of my ass, I grew more embarrassed, wishing that 
the man would get enough and leave and yet at the same time hoping that 
he would not stop. I felt my face grow red and cast my eyes downward. 
My boyfriend looked on, till he finally gave me a hand signal to move 
on quickly and from across the platform I saw BART police walking our 
way. Casually I turned and walked to the escalator and would carry us 
up to the street. The strange man kept following us.

At the top my boyfriend took him aside and talked to him. The man went 
away still smiling, I knew my boyfriend had promised something for 
later. On the streets of San Francisco, I stood. The sidewalk crowd was 
a mix of business types in suits, casually dressed workers, some 
tourist and some vagrants. Most looked at me once over hard, but kept 
on moving. My boyfriend had me take the lead and walk. He followed 
several feet in back, laughing every time some new guy would come up 
and offer me money to go into an alley with him. Just as I passed this 
one shop, my boyfriend yelled stop and I turned. He caught up and took 
me by the hand into the shop nearest us. I looked around the store at 
all the prim and proper business type suits for the professional women.


Day in the city part 5

As we walked into the shop, I noticed how expensive everything looked. 
The carpets on the floor, the racks that held the clothing, the few 
counters, the wallpaper to the merchandise, everything screamed that 
the price tags would be high. It was obvious that the store catered to 
the professional woman that needed to show they spent lots of money on 
clothes. I spent a lot of money on clothes, though one outfit from this 
store would run the cost of my entire closet. Lawyers and corporate 
executive types would be the ladies that shopped here.

My boyfriend led me up to a mirror area and this woman about my age 
approached. Her look said it all. She glanced up and down my body as I 
stood there in my candy red leather shorts and matching bra, an outfit 
that what it did not cover, highlighted and drew attention to that part 
of my anatomy. Standing before us in her power business suit she looked 
down her nose at me like some old lady five times her age. Her 
expression spoke little, but simple, you don't belong in my store and 
the sooner you leave the better. We looked back at each other in 
silence, but in a mental war without words trying to stare the other 
down. The energy between us was explosive and one word from either 
might have ignited a catfight that my boyfriend would enjoy watching.

The store clerk finally broke the stalemate by deflecting her eyes from 
mine. Admitting defeat, after all I as far as she knew her customer, 
but in keeping of her sense of not dealing with people of lesser 
stature than herself she turned her attention to my boyfriend. Her look 
was one of both suspicion and attraction. Her gaze at him looked him 
over in some admiration for his fit and athletic body. She ate him 
alive with her smile and offered her assistance. Her flirtatious eyes 
were a challenge to me and she flicked and fluttered her baby greens at 
him and giving him little sideways looks the whole time we were in her 
store.

My boyfriend looked her over in her powered blue business suit, white 
ruffled top and waist length opened front jacket and told her to have 
me dressed in a similar fashion. The girl went about the task of 
measuring my waist and bust and brought out the skirts and tops to make 
an outfit like hers. During my fitting she questioned my boyfriend 
about my attire and he told her that it was a "Pretty Woman" scenario.

She came right out and said in front of me that a man as good looking 
as himself did not need hookers to have a date on Saturday nights. She 
even laughed a little an offered to give him the numbers of several 
girls that she knew and then giggled and told him that if they did not 
work to give her a call and she handed him her phone number.

We left the store Allan carried a bag with my leather outfit inside and 
I was now dressed in a knee length very tight fitting blue skirt, white 
ruffled blouse and waits length coat. It did not seem in keeping with 
the idea of our bet. It seemed like I should be more on display in 
something racer than the power business suit he had me in now. I was 
wary, something was up, but what?

I did not have long to find out. Not more than a block from the store 
my boyfriend pulls me into an alley. There are five guys in the alley. 
One is some drunk lying passed out along one side, the others are a 
bunch of cooks from a Chinese restaurant out for their cigarette break. 
My boyfriend orders me to remove my top.

With the Chinese men looking on I take my coat off and unbutton my 
blouse. I reach down and undo the front hook of my bra and the Chinese 
men start talking a mile a minute as I bare my breast in front of them. 
Humiliated in front of them I stood with my hands at my sides and my 
tits exposed in front of them.

"Put them against the wall," Allan snapped and submissively I pressed 
my breasts up against the cold sooty brick wall of the alley and he 
moved my hands to the top of my head. From behind I felt his hands on 
the bottom of the skirt. As I stare at the Chinese men I felt my 
boyfriend begin to cut at my brand new skirt.

The Chinese men laugh point at me with their cigarettes as a few others 
come out from the restaurant to see what is happening. I watch them and 
they watch me as I stand with my bare breast pressed against the cold 
surface of the alley wall and my boyfriend hacks away at my tight 
fitting business suit. Higher and higher, I can feel the material being 
cut and ripped away. Not even trying to do a neat job, my boyfriend 
just cuts away at my expensive skirt to make as short as what he needs 
to entertain himself at my expense.

Looking, laughing and chatting away a mile a minute the Chinese men in 
the alley watch on as I stood with my bare breasts pressed against the 
alley wall and my boyfriend is hacking away at the bottom hem of my 
tight fitting blue business skirt. Sometimes just making a hacking cut 
with his knife, my boyfriend would then rip the rest away. As he 
continued I could feel the length of my skirt becoming scandalously 
short. With another hack and rip I felt the back of the skirt fall and 
could tell from the breeze that at least a few inches of my ass were 
reveal from behind.

My boyfriend pulled me away from the wall, and faced me with my bare 
breast right at the group of Chinese men out on their break. The front 
of my skirt hem was barely down enough to cover my panties. My 
boyfriend then ordered me to remove my panties and with the other men 
watching I lifted up the tattered remains of my skirt and removed my 
panties to the ground and stepped out of them, leaving them in the 
alley.

Allan handed my white lightly ruffled blouse back and I put it on 
leaving my new bra on the alley floor next to my panties. My boyfriend 
hacked away at my blouse with a small pair of scissors from his 
pocketknife. He cut a hole around each breast at the base so my naked 
tits would poke through.

Handed my waistcoat I put it on over my exposed breast. The coat was 
more like a vest than a real coat in that it did not fasten in any way 
in front, but just hung off the shoulders and meant to be open in 
front. Which with normal attire that did not pose a problem, the 
waistcoat was meant to show off a nice silk blouse worn underneath. But 
with the holes cut for my breast every move risk total exposure.

My boyfriend told me to walk back to the street, but he gave me 
instructions to turn and pull the back of my skirt up and hold it up as 
I walk so the Chinese cooks could watch my naked ass as I walked. 
Turning, I held my skirt up at waist level and in my five inch stiletto 
heels I walked out of the alley and towards the busy street, letting 
the Chinese men in the alley watch my ass and hips wiggle as I walked. 
Putting my hands behind me as I walked also made the bolero style 
jacket open in front and expose my breasts as I approached the street.

As I stepped onto the busy street several men got a good hard look at 
my tits before I was allowed to drop the back of my skirt and pull the 
coat close. Then I reached back once more to pull my skirt back down 
over my ass. Despite all of my boyfriend's hacking away at the skirt, 
it still fit very tight.

As I began to walk along the busy street in my five inch stiletto 
heels, wearing a hack apart skirt that revealed just the bottom curves 
of my ass to all behind me and my cut open blouse with the peek-a-boob 
jacket, I felt like such a total slut. I could hear comments from both 
women and men behind me as they looked down at the ragged hem of my 
skirt and see the beginning outward curves of my derriere.

We stopped at one signal light to wait for cars to go by. We were 
standing among a large lunch time crowd waiting for the light. I notice 
men standing next to me trying to look inside my jacket, seeing the 
bare sides of my tits. At the order of my boyfriend I reach each lapel 
and for a minute opened the jacket up to expose my breast fully to 
them. Then I felt the tickling of some fingers across my ass and then 
growing bolder as the seconds ticked. But among the crowd jammed up 
around the curb of the street. All I could do was stand there and let 
the strange fingers travel where the willed. Soon the fingers were 
pressing up between my legs and trying to insert themselves inside my 
pussy. I clenched my legs to resist, but the fingers were persistent. 
The first finger just was entering my cunt as the light turned and we 
walked ahead. A slight ripping noise was heard as the finger tried to 
hook my skirt to slow me down and the back of my skirt was ripped a 
inch or two more open than before.

Mortified I continued to walk with everybody getting a good long look 
of my wiggling ass. I had no control. I was exposed from behind and 
almost totally in front. I was so much flesh for the entertainment of 
all those behind me. Humiliated, I became totally aware of every 
leering glance as men passed by and looked down at my bare thighs and 
how short my skirt was to revealing all, then sensing them stop behind 
me and I could sense their eyes on my exposed backside. The looks were 
hungry and not for food, but in their lust and desire to use and 
consume my body for their perverted pleasures. Inside me was such a 
need for atonement for my naughty behavior that I had a deep urge to be 
taken over someone's knee and spanked hard.

Between my legs sent signals of a different nature, one of the need to 
be used and used hard. An intense urge to be gang raped welled up from 
between my legs. It was sometimes hard not to stop and invite one of 
the leering strangers to take me in a nearby alley and use me at his 
will for being so teasingly slutty in front of him. But I waited orders 
from my boyfriend, who walked several feet behind me enjoying the show 
he was forcing me to perform.


Day in the City part 7

Well over a hundred men must of have offered me money to have sex with 
them as Allan walked me through the financial district. At least two 
real whores threatened me with harm if I stayed in their proclaimed 
territory. In comparison I was showing a lot more of my flesh they did, 
yet my use was free, subject only to my boyfriend's whim.

As we passed one high rise building, Allan came running up from behind 
me and grabbed my arm.

"In here," he ordered and he led me by the arm inside the lobby of a 
very large high rise. A heavyset security guard, standing by the 
elevators, raised his eyebrows as I walked by him and towards the 
receptionist. Behind a large marble top circular counter a middle aged 
lady sat in a conservative women's business suit.

"We're here to see Jeff Mack," Allan spoke up as the lady spied me up 
and down like I was some sort of alien. The receptionist made the call 
and then motioned us to the elevator. The security guard press a button 
and the doors came open instantly. Allan led me inside and the both he 
and the security guard followed.

"Sir, it looks like you companion has met some sort of accident with 
her clothing, if something is wrong I can summoned the police?" The 
security guard asked, addressing Allan as if I was just some object not 
to be talked too.

"She is alright, she is just my sex slave and she is being displayed as 
I wish her to be," Allan told the security guard matter of factly.

"I see," The guard replied rubbing his chin as he eyed me more intently 
then added "We don't really want any trouble in this building, I am 
afraid you might have to play your games somewhere else," and he 
pressed the button for the elevator to stop.

"No trouble officer," Allan replied as he jerked my skirt up around my 
waist and exposed my ass to the guard. "She is just going to be made 
into a little surprise for someone who works here"

I cringed as I felt the guard's hand spread out over my ass and rub it 
up and down. "Well Allan, as long as you don't get too far out and I am 
here to supervise, I guess it should be okay" the guard added and then 
he shoved me up against the wall and I gasped as he shoved his thumb up 
my anus and began to pump it in and out.

"Of course George, you're invited to any birthday celebration for my 
brother," Allan added.

The guard turned me around and opened my coat to expose my breast. "I 
guess you two know each other" I asked humbly as the guard cupped my 
breast in both hands and Allan spoke up. "George and I have know each 
other since he coached my brother in Little league. My brother arranged 
the job here for George and it is he I called ahead to check on a few 
key things before we came over. All I had to do was to promise him full 
fondling rights to your body in the elevator to gain his cooperation."

George laughed and snaked his fingers inside my cunt lips and rubbed my 
clit several times. He withdrew his fingers and smelled them "Really 
musky," he said with a laugh making me blush crimson red.

Humiliated I stood docile for several more minutes with my hands at my 
sides as George played with my body. He cupped my breast more and ran 
his hands down between my legs and over my ass. He pinched at my 
nipples till I got on my knees and beg him to stop. Only then did he 
push the button to let us continue up to the floor where Allan's 
brother worked.

Holding my waistcoat together I got off the elevator with Allan and the 
Security guard following. We entered two large wood double doors. 
Inside was row after row of desk with cubicles along each wall. All 
heads turned towards me as I asked a girl at the lead desk for Jeff 
Mack. She was not any older than I and was wearing a rather trashy 
short skirt, more suited to a club than an office. Giving me a looking 
over she smirked and buzzed her phone.

"Mr. Mack someone is here to see you," she said into the intercom. "Who 
is it?" a deep voice called back.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, obviously not knowing how to do her job 
correctly, I surmised she was hired more for her tits and willingness 
to show a lot of leg around the office.

Looking back at Allan, I decided that I was fully committed to being 
his slave now and I looked at the girl and answered, "Just tell him 
it's an object belonging to his brother Allan." And I smiled.

"You got that right," she replied with a catty tone and then said into 
the intercom. "AN OBJECT BELONGING TO YOUR BROTHER WANT TO SEE YOU."

There was dead silence on the phone for several long seconds and then a 
click. An athletic looking man in a blue shirt and black patterned tie 
poke his head out of a office door at the far side of the room. Seeing 
me and how I was dressed, the man could not cross the room fast enough. 
With one motion he grabbed my arm and motioned both Allan and George 
out of the office. I heard a lot of giggling behind us as we left.

"What on earth--?" The man started to say to Allan before being cut off 
by Allan. "Come up to the eight floor"

"But there is nothing up there except construction," the man replied.

"Yes, but the contractor had a emergency job in another building and so 
no one is up there today," George replied.

Allan grinned looked at me, the man looked at me and soon I was being 
led back onto the elevator.

Without a word we traveled up to the eight floor as George continued to 
grab and molest my ass. Once on the eight floor I could see only a few 
walls. Wires hung down from the ceiling and construction materials were 
everywhere. Allan took me by the arm and led me past the one set of 
doors and into the larger of the rooms. Allan and George quickly 
arranged some boards over a few sawhorses and Allan made me climb up on 
top in my stiletto heels. George climbed up too and Allan and his 
brother Jeff watched from below as he rip my blouse off and then tore 
at the rest of my skirt till just the waist was left.

George took my hands and cuffed them behind my back. Pulling a large 
black ink marker from his pocket he turned me around and bent me 
forward at the waist. The tip of the marker scrolled across my ass and 
I tried to sense what he was writing but could not. Then he turned me 
around and I looked down as he scrawled slut across my tits and whore 
just above my pubic hairline.

"Sing Happy Birthday and Dance," Allan called out as George stepped 
down from my makeshift stage. Mortified I looked towards Jeff as if I 
would get some pardon from the activity, but his face told me the he 
was waiting in anticipation for my humiliating performance.

Swaying side to side I uttered out the first words "Happy birthday to 
you, Happy birthday to you---Happy birthday..."

"Do it with a more rocking beat, BITCH and make those tits bounce," 
Allan yelled from below.

Looking back down at the three men, I began to move a little faster and 
used the flex in my knees to bounce my tits up and down before them, I 
sung out in the best voice I could muster "Happy Birthday to you, Happy 
Birthday to you."

"Now tell my brother Jeff what he gets for his birthday," Allan called 
out as I think he grew bored with my singing and dancing. I hesitated 
and Allan called out once more in a more commanding voice "TELL HIM 
WHAT HE GETS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.

"Me," I replied meekly still moving my feet from side to side in a 
halfhearted dance.

"AGAIN" Allan yelled.

"ME" I blurted out feeling ashamed.

"AND WHAT DOES GET TO DO WITH YOU? Allan replied.

"Anything he wants, I AM HIS BIRTHDAY TOY" I replied feeling totally 
depraved that I was about to let Allan hand me out like a party favor 
to his brother to be sexually used. Struggling I squatted down in front 
of Allan's brother with my hands cuffed and my legs open so he could 
get a full view of my cunt.

"TELL HIM JUST A FEW OF THE NASTY THINGS HE MAY DO TO YOU," Allan 
called out.

"ANYTHING HE WANTS," I blurted again.

"CAN HE SPANK YOU WITH HIS BELT?" Allan asked expecting the right 
answer.

"YES, HE CAN WHIP ME WITH HIS BELT!"

"CAN HE ASS FUCK YOU?" George called out.

"YES HE CAN FUCK ME UP THE ASS," I replied feeling totally perverted as 
I though about being passed around the men to be fucked by each.

With that George climb back up and uncuffed my hands. Allan helped me 
down and before I could even stand up Allan and George led me by the 
arms and draped my naked body over large spool of wire. They tied me 
with some the wire by the wrist and ankles so I could not move, except 
to wiggle my ass.

"Go ahead brother, it's your birthday and this bitch will take your 
forty swats for you," I heard Allan say.

Hearing shuffling behind me I knew it was only a matter of seconds 
before my upturned backside would feel the lash of a belt. I was scared 
and shaking as I though back to my first session my ass had with a 
leather belt. WACK and the first blow was given over my right ass and 
made the whole area sting and burn. WACK as the second blow came an 
instant later over my left ass cheek and I screamed out in pain. WACK, 
WACK WACK came alternating stings across each ass cheek in turn. I was 
sobbing and pulling at my restraints, but Jeff kept up a steady cadence 
on my naked meat.

Then my head was jerked up by the hair and through my bleary eyes I 
could make out an erect penis an inch from my mouth. "IS IT OKAY IF I 
FACE FUCK YOU WHILE I HAVE YOU BEATEN?" I head the voice of Jeff ask.

"YES" I panted, but the whacking on my ass continued as someone took 
Jeff's place with the belt. "I ASKED IS IT OKAY TO FACE FUCK YOU WHILE 
I HAVE YOU BEATEN?"

"YES, YES ALREADY, FUCK ME IN THE FACE AND BEAT MY ASS FOR YOUR 
PLEASURE," I responded totally degraded and willing to be used as their 
rag doll.

Jeff's Cock was hard and salty in my mouth as he pumped it in as far as 
he could. WACK, WACK, came the blows to my bare ass from either Allan 
or George or maybe both, as I serviced Jeff's cock with my mouth. Each 
WACK of the belt on my soft flesh of my ass caused my body to recoil 
and jerk at the wires which tied me down. Jeff grew more and more 
excited as the blows continued to get harder with each new landing on 
my ass.

Still sobbing with his cock deep in my mouth, Jeff came in a torrent 
rush as cum filled my mouth. There was so much and a very hard whip of 
the belt across my backside caused me to choke on some of it.

The men untied me from the wire spool and they carried me half way 
across the room. They laid me face up on a large wood pallet and tied 
my hands down near my ass to one of the boards. They then pulled my 
legs up and over till my knees were by my ears and fastened them to the 
pallet so I was looking up at my own pussy.

Allan came up and stuck his balls in my mouth and at his order I licked 
and suck on them as he used his fingers to slide and scratches at the 
sore skin of my ass. He then stood up and lowered his hard cock into my 
open pussy. He pumped away and sometimes swatted my ass. He took a good 
long time and I felt a wave of heat as he let loose his cum inside my 
pussy. Allan pulled out of me, but left his cock above my face dripping 
left over sperm onto my face. Just as he moved away some of the cum he 
had pumped inside me was now leaking back out and dripping from my 
pussy and onto my face.

With both Jeff and Allan sexual satisfied they sat down and talked 
while leaving me tied to the pallet. George joined them and was 
lamenting about how he wished he could have me too.

Just wanting to be untied from the pallet I blurted out "YOU MIGHT AS 
WELL USE ME TOO." The three of them looked at each other and George 
came over and untied me from the pallet. Once more he took his cuffs 
out and cuffed my hands behind my back. George pushed me to my knees 
and undid his pants. As soon as his hard cock was free he pulled my 
head down and forced me to service his cock with my mouth.

George then pulled me up and he sat down on the edge of a workbench. He 
helped pull me over him in a sitting position as I wrapped my legs 
around his waist and lowered my cunt onto his hard erect penis. George 
then took each of my nipples between thumb and forefinger and started 
to pinch at my breast hard making me cringe and whimper. All that was 
holding me up was George pinching at my nipples, but I kept sliding 
back and not able to use my hands, all I could do was to use my feet 
against George's back to pull myself up and keep from falling off him.

As I pumped, rocked and wiggled on top of George's lap I continued to 
slide backwards. Then I felt something at my anus. "IF you slip some 
more I will put this up your ass," Allan said calmly as I felt the 
blunt end of a screwdriver positioned on the opening of my anus. With 
new incentive I pushed hard and pumped hard. Allan and Jeff started 
making remarks about a second turn, when my body was racked with the 
most massive body shaking orgasm I had ever had, and this while doing a 
overweight middle aged security guard. George came hard too and I could 
tell by the smile on his face he had enjoyed torturing my breast while 
being able to fuck me too.

Once done Allan ordered me to the makeshift platform again and handed 
me George's marking pen. While the three sat, traded jokes about me and 
watched me, I was ordered by Allan to write all the dirty words I could 
think of across my body. Slowly I wrote, whore on my left breast, then 
slut on my right. I wrote bitch across my belly. I wrote insert here 
along he inside of my left thigh with an arrow pointing to my pussy and 
cum hole along the inside of my right thigh.

With words scrawled all over where I could reach, George called me over 
and I stood in front of him as he wrote things across my back. At one 
point I could feel him tracing his hand on my derriere.

Looking like the wall of an alley the men were ready for me again. Jeff 
forced me to the dirty floor and I laid my face down on the floor with 
my ass high up in the air and my hands holding my ass apart. He 
ravished me hard and still played with my sore ass, sometimes sticking 
fingers in my anus. With his last few hard thrusts he slowed down and I 
came hard.

No sooner had Jeff pulled out of me than Allan turned me over and 
spread me open on the floor, he stuck his cock in my cum dripping cunt 
and George moved over my mouth and stuck his cock inside and once 
reached down to torture my tits. Both men came almost at the same time 
inside me and I was racked with another orgasm, though not has heavy as 
before.

Once done, Allan handed me the bag with my red shorts and bra inside. 
With my body scrawled with graffiti my midriff-baring outfit was more 
humiliating than before. But still I was led down the elevator and onto 
the street for everybody to look at. This time we did not take BART 
home, but Allan hailed a cab.

On the cab ride home, I was so tired I fell asleep. When I woke up 
still in the back of the cab, I found my top had been removed and the 
cabby starring at me in the rearview mirror. Allan had the cab take us 
to his car in Fremont. The cabby put on a rubber and I lowered my head 
into his lap and sucked him off for the cab fare.

Allan took me home. It took me four days to wash all the writing off my 
body. Allan now has full use of me as a sex toy. I do whatever 
perverted fantasies he can dream up, the only rules are that he cannot 
get me arrested, cannot risk me to AIDS or other STDs and cannot leave 
any permanent marks on my body. Other than that I am his total sex toy.