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 ï>¿Catherine's ENF Training by TheLostCause_90

   A 40 year old MILF is blackmailed into exhibitionism.

   Catherine was a 41-year-old mother of one.  By all accounts and her own
admission, she was a 24/7 mother and cared a lot for her family.  As doting
a mother she was, she wasn't at all happy with her life at the moment.

   The romance she once shared with her husband had long since dried up
since her children came into their lives.  Too much of familial and
parental obligations had driven a wedge in their relationship and a divorce
was imminent.  He'd grown tired of her and she was almost certain he had
been seeing other women.  While this did irk her a fair bit, she was not in
the least bit faithful herself.  The severely sexually-deprived Catherine
frequented webcams for male performers right behind her husband's back,
sometimes in the very matrimonial bed while he lay sleeping.  Not that she
suspected he'd care, anyway.  Catherine seemed like your typical american
lady on the surface, but beneath that facade lay a side to her that few
knew of.

   That would all change the day she had met one particular webcam model,
who would have her expose her true self in more ways than one...  whether
she was prepared to or not.

   It was after yet another argument with the husband that Catherine found
herself in time and again, to the point where they couldn't be called
arguments anymore; more like 'last words'.  Catherine cracked open her
laptop once again where she frequented her nightly webcam sites, all of
them bookmarked for her expedited pleasure.  She couldn't even be bothered
to close the door and proceeded to slide out of her shorts and panties,
leaving them in untidy bundles on the floor.

   *****

   Catherine's heart was beating fast.  Why wouldn't it be, given her
current position and predicament?  The whole time, she was going through
the consequences in her head.  'What if I get seen?  Fuck, what if I get
caught?', she pondered anxiously as the sunlight glanced over her bare skin
of her thighs through the windshield.  Her fingers gripping the wheel
loosely went cold from the nervousness of her situation.  The fact she
wasn't wearing any bottoms, or even any panties for that matter, wasn't
helping her calm down.

   She could only be thankful that her family wasn't with her in the car,
so they wouldn't see her in such a shameful position.  What would he say,
seeing her driving without any underwear or pants, wearing only a thin
white T-shirt to hide her body?  That was what she had to wear, according
to her instructions.

   The guy on the other end of the phone specifically made mention not to
bring along anything else but her car keys, a sacrificial white T-shirt and
no underwear whatsoever.  Nothing else.  She did bring her flip-flops but
she had a feeling that that was already going to be all she was allowed to
bring in terms of extra items.  She was only afforded the protection of the
soles of her feet and the modesty of her breasts.  For her T-shirts were
short and could only be stretched to cover as far down as the midpoint of
her buttcheeks; her pussy was more or less fully revealed and visible.  Of
course, the intention of her captor was to make her feel as vulnerable as
possible.  And as much as she hated to admit to herself, she was starting
to like the feeling.  Catherine could feel the moisture between her legs as
her pussy got wetter while she walked to her car that morning, with each
nervous step.  She had no idea if any of the neighbours saw her, nor did
she wish to find out.

   As she hurriedly got into her car and started ignition, she got the next
call: her captor told her that her destination was the beach.

   "What?!  The beach?  What're you gonna make me do there?  Are you crazy?
I can't go to the beach like this!" she shouted over the phone.

   "Let me remind you of your predicament in case you forgot, Catherine. 
Your pictures will be posted on every major porn site along with your
personal information.  We will send them via a proxy directly over to your
company's HR.  If you don't do exactly as you're told, your life will be
ruined.  Your entire circle will never see you as anything else but a slut
and your husband will finally have grounds to leave you and he'll be the
victor through and through.  I invite you to reconsider your stance and
cooperate, and you might just survive this ordeal with a slap on the
wrist," the voice said.

   Realizing she could do nothing but cooperate, Catherine reluctantly
agreed and proceeded to drive off.  All she could think of at the moment
was the life she'd built as a Christian conservative if word got out on the
pictures.

   She knew it was the weekend and there's going to be a ton of people at
the beach.

   She foresaw that she was going to be so embarrassed and dreaded to
contemplate what her captor had in store for her.  In her gut, she knew
that he had every intention to make true on his word that she will be
forced to expose her slutty, kinky side she worked so hard to hide from her
public life.  Catherine's biggest worry was that the experience might
change her.

   It was a two-hour drive to the beach, and Catherine's seat was getting
pooled with her fluids of excitement and nervousness.  The feeling of the
leather touching the bare skin of her ass and thighs was a novel sensation.
It was the first time she had driven half-naked in a car.  The thought of
being so exposed in a public setting, albeit still enclosed in a metal
shield from prying eyes, got her heart beating fast.  As much as she didn't
want to admit it, still, the notion of it was extremely arousing.  Added to
that was the idea that she had no other shred of clothing with her than her
t-shirt which covered only her top, she had never felt this vulnerable. 
There was no turning back and she had no way out.  She was completely at
the mercy of her captor and what he had in store for her at the beach...

   About five minutes from the beach's entrance, Catherine's train of
thought was broken abruptly by another call.  It was her captor, with
further instructions.

   "You're wise to cooperate Catherine.  Right now as we speak we have your
pictures standing by on upload to a rather popular media site.  We are a
push of a button away from defaming you.  I advise you follow my
instructions precisely from this point.  Try anything clever and I will
know.  You won't be alone."

   "What do you want me to do, now?" asked Catherine, grudgingly.

   "The parking lot is full up today, so that means you will have plenty of
spectators.  Are you excited?  Hahaha...  That also means you can't drive
in directly.  You are to park the car at the boardwalk and walk in on
foot."

   "WHAT??  No!  I can't walk in like this!  I'm half-naked!" growled
Catherine.

   "You have absolutely no choice in all senses of the word.  Besides, the
lots are full so you have to leave your vehicle somewhere it won't get
towed.  You wouldn't want to be stranded out there in your current state,
do you?"

   Catherine hung her head in utter defeat.

   "When you get there, you are to proceed to the female changing rooms. 
In the changing room, you will meet a colleague of mine in this endeavour
of ours.  When you see her, you are to hand her your car keys, of which she
will hang onto until your task is done.  She will hand you a package with
an outfit, plus further instructions."

   With that, the phone was disengaged almost immediately.  It then dawned
upon her the severity of her situation.  The fact they didn't wait at all
for her response showed her the resolve of her captors in dehumanizing and
utterly humiliating her, both physically and spiritually.

   After reaching the mall outside the beach, she had parked the car and
prepared herself for what lie ahead.  Slowly, she unplugged her keys and
slowly opened the door.  After poking her head out for a while, she saw
there was a decent bit of people in the distance.  She hesitated for long
while before she received a message on her phone:

   Why are u hesitating?  I've uploaded a set of ur pics to one media site
already.  Strike One, Catherine.  Keep stalling and each 30 seconds is
another site I upload to.  Clock is ticking.

   "Goddammit!  Okay!  Okay!" Catherine shouted at her phone as she stepped
out of her car.

   As she got off the seat, the fluids from her pussy trailed as the
leather unstuck itself from the skin of her bare ass.  She could feel her
juices flowing down her naked thighs as the wind graced her skin.  Slowly,
she closed the door and hurriedly scampered across the lot toward the
boardwalk entrance.  She desperately tried to pull down her T-shirt to
cover her bottom, but to no avail.  Her 34D boobs were too large for her
already tight shirt to go down any further, plus doing so only made her
poking nipples stand out.  There was no way she could make it to the beach
with her dignity intact.

   As she passed several people, she heard some of them say: "Is she
naked!?"

   She was terribly embarrassed at the thought of how she must've looked
like to that group of people: a 41-year-old Milf with her tits poking out,
barely covering her naked ass and pussy while scuttling along on
flip-flops; not the best footwear for speed either.

   Catherine's journey to the beach entrance was a walk from the mall after
a few blocks before finally reaching the boardwalk, a total of 20 minutes.
As Catherine desperately tried to stretch her shirt over her ass, she still
didn't leave much to the imagination as all could see her boobs bouncing up
and down as she ran awkwardly on her flip-flops, her nipples poking out
hard from the embarrassment and utter shame from the looking, ogling and
gawking of passers-by, totally not expecting to see a half naked mum on
this day.

   After passing by and stunning quite a few people on the boardwalk, she
finally caught sight of the boardwalk.  Some distance alongside was the
parking lot: There were spaces!  The bastard had lied to her!  She could've
just parked closer and cut her walk of shame by 15 minutes.  But it was
pointless now, she had basically flashed all her bits the entire boardwalk
in spite of the t-shirt's so-called protection.

   "Jesus, these people are gonna think I'm some kind of Exhibitionist,"
Catherine thought to herself.

   After a grueling half-naked brisk-walk, she had finally reached her
destination and hurried inside the changing room, grabbing a few more eyes
as she went in.  There, she caught her breath a bit as she stood in the
sanctity of the four walls where she wasn't so exposed.  There were a few
other women in there who all gave her a puzzled look, but she was glad she
made it and sat down on the changing bench before anyone else saw her naked
ass.  It wasn't long, though, before she was joined by a tall, dishy
brunette with long hair and wearing a beach dress.  The lady was carrying a
leather backpack.

   She slowly approached Catherine and stopped before her, all the while
Catherine trying her best to look away.

   "Who said you could wear flip-flops?  Didn't he tell you not to bring
anything else?" said the mysterious lady.  Catherine could only look up at
her in despair, like a puppy needing a break.

   The lady then looked at Catherine's legs and smiled.

   "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" the lady said as she pointed to the stream
of fluid that trailed down Catherine's legs.  Catherine looked down in
shock as she saw her juices flowing from her pussy, looking away in
blushing embarrassment.

   "Well, as you know, I'm here to deliver your package.  You remember your
instructions, right?" said the brunette as she took out a package wrapped
tightly in many rounds of duct tape and held it up in her hand.

   Catherine nodded obediently as she got up, tugging her shirt down again
as she proceeded to shuffle away.

   "Where're you going?" asked the brunette.

   "...I'm going in the cubicle...  to change?" Catherine replied.  The
brunette laughed.

   "No one said you could use the cubicle honey, you have to change right
here...  Strip!" ordered the brunette.

   Catherine couldn't believe it.  Even here, they were issuing full
control.  Catherine had finally realized this experiment was carefully
designed to ensure she suffered the maximum amount of humiliation and naked
embarrassment, down to the micron of detail.

   She knew she had no choice but to obey, and pulled off her t-shirt that
had been the one barrier of protection for her up till this point.  She
handed over her sole article of clothing along with her car keys to the
lady, who stood waiting.  Catherine stood fully naked in front of a
stranger, in a place with nothing else to aid her or her situation.  Her
nipples stood pokingly erect, her pussy moistened from the arousal.  She
sheepishly used her hands to cover her body, but her huge tits needed a
hand each.  The brunette snickered at Catherine's attempts to maintain her
modesty.  Catherine knew she could easily run off with her keys and
t-shirt, leaving her in this place completely nude and vulnerable.

   "Change into this," said the brunette as she passed Catherine the black
package.  It was wrapped in an impossible amount of black duct tape.  All
to prolong Catherine's misery as she struggled to unwrap it, so she could
finally put something on.  After unwrapping what must've been a whole roll
of tape, Catherine noticed the actual package itself was no bigger than a
toilet roll tube.  Inside it were a few more layers of tough plastic and
finally, the "outfit"; a tiny, obscenely indecent microkini that looked
more like a slingshot than an actual article of clothing.  Catherine
couldn't believe it, but upon glancing at the brunette's uncaring, smiling
face, she knew that she must wear it no matter what.  It was better than
nothing, she figured.  Putting it on, she couldn't decide if this was any
better than the T-shirt.  The thing was a series of strings in a harness,
really, with slightly wider material that covered only a small percentage
of her nipples, plus a tiny strip of cloth for her pussy; it didn't even
cover her labia.  To top it off, the microkini was a bright fleshy shade of
red, so from a distance it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

   Feeling even more naked than before when in her T-shirt, Catherine stood
before the lady trying to cover herself, knowing that it was no use.  She
somehow knew that from that point on her ordeal was only going to get
worse.

   The brunette handed her an envelope.  Inside it was a letter typed in
large, times new roman:

   Take a stroll along the beach in your new outfit.  You cannot run or
brisk-walk.  My colleague is watching your every move.  When you reach the
middle of the beach, you are to go into the water and pretend to swim.

   If you don't do this, another set of pictures gets uploaded.

   Catherine's eyes widened with shock at the prospect.  These people were
terrible.  Not only did she have to wear this barely-legal outfit, but had
to take a stroll in front of people in it as well.  But she knew that she
had to.  She shuddered to think what would happen if she disobeyed. 
Catherine turned the letter around.  There was more:

   Head further up to the rock wall after your swim.  When you reach the
rock wall, look for another package.  You'll find another set of
instructions and a new outfit.  You'll need it.

   Catherine knew in her heart by now that it wasn't going to be so simple.
The words you'll need it almost spelled it out for her that she was going
to get caught in a predicament.  But there was no turning back.

   "Follow these instructions and meet me at the rock wall after you've
collected the next package.  Don't worry, he's very kindly left you another
outfit.  It's much better than this one, believe me," said the brunette.

   With that, the lady walked out of the changing room.  Catherine knew she
had to follow up soon, so she summoned all her nerve and stepped out of the
changing room in her obscene microkini.  The first thing that greeted her
was the sea breeze over her near-naked skin.  The tightness of her outfit
made her extra conscious that she was such an obscene sight to behold. 
Everywhere around her the eyes of strangers glued their eyes on her body as
she walked out into the sand, trying her best to fix her gaze in front of
her.

   Catherine could tell some of the men were ogling her, who really were
making no effort to divert their stares from her boobs and butt.  It made
her so violated and thrilled at the same time.  She knew full well everyone
was looking at her body as her skin glistened in the midday sun.  She had
become the object of attention - and desire - at the beach.  Her tight
outfit rolled up and slid into her vagina as she walked, the material
rubbing her clit.  As she struggled to pull it free, the harness design
made it such that any small adjustments would cause a big slip.

   Her bigger boobs kept falling out of the strings, not that they did much
to hide her nipples anyway since her breasts kept bouncing.  She felt so
apologetic to all the children who had to view such a sight, as parents
shield their eyes from her like she was something vile.  And yet, at the
same time, she gained instant reassuring stares from the men- and some
women- who lusted at every inch of her body.  She actually felt young
again, to be so desired.  And yet her outfit was so incongruous with her
surroundings and age that she felt extra obscene, like a totally lewd
object made solely for the lust of others.

   Catherine was starting to understand why exhibitionists got off showing
off their bodies so much as a mixture of bliss, euphoria, exposure and
attention flooded over her all at once.  It was the sheer strangeness of it
all, how unexpected and wrong it was that made it feel so good, like
walking on clouds while the public looked on at all of her near-naked body.

   After what seemed like an eternity of walking in that state, she caught
sight of the rockwall she was to rendezvous with the brunette, a few yards
away from the more populated area where she just strolled along.  She
remembered she had to take a swim in the water before she reached it, so
she waded into the water.  Something gave her a bad feeling as she recalled
how insistent the letter was that she had to take this step.

   But she couldn't refuse, so into the water she went and splashed around.
She took the time to have some fun in her situation.  After all, it was the
beach and a nice day out.  Plus her outfit made it feel like she wasn't
wearing anything in the water, which felt great.

   After floating about a bit, she realized something wasn't right. 
Catherine looked down and to her horror, her microkini was gone!  She
really wasn't wearing anything!  Catherine was totally naked out in the
water, with people on the beach not a few yards away from her.  She was in
real trouble.  She quickly looked around desperately for her microkini and
eventually spotted it when some kids had picked it up and were playing with
it some distance away.  No mistaking that neon red colour.  She quickly
dunked herself neck deep into the water, desperately hoping no one saw her.

   Shit, she thought.  She was in it now.  There she was completely nude
with nothing, not a shred to cover herself at all, with a beach full of
people just a few yards away.  Then, Catherine remembered she had to
collect another package that was supposed to contain another outfit.  The
rock wall wasn't too far, and beyond that she could see was a much more
remote area, with some life buoys and jackets hanging on the posts, with a
couple of wooden signboards.

   "I can make it," she thought.  Hurriedly, she waded neck-deep in the
water, being careful not to swim as that will expose her naked butt on the
surface.

   Catherine finally made it to the rockwall and looked about carefully to
make sure no one was around.  Coast was clear.  She emerged from the water
slowly while covering her boobs, making sure to be hidden behind the
rockwall, out of sight from the beachgoers on the opposite bank.  There,
she scoured the rocks for any sign of a package as she tried her best to
contain her tits in her hands.  Finally, she spotted a smaller rock
slightly out of place and peeking from it was a shred of plastic.  She
lifted the rock and found a tube of plastic what looked like a nite inside.
But It looked too small to contain any clothing.

   Catherine started to panic and dug around the other rocks for any other
packages or outfits, to no avail.  Her one hope of finding something to
cover her naked body was diminishing fast and she then turned to look at
the single plastic package.

   "Of fucking course," she thought as she resigned herself to the
situation.

   She tore open the package to find at first another letter in an
envelope, much like the previous one from that brunette:

   This is your new outfit.  You can thank me later.  I told you you'll
need it.

   Along the rest of this beach, I have printed out and posted your nude
pictures all along the signboards and trees.  There are 30 in all.  Your
final task is to put on your final outfit, and then proceed to find and
collect all your photos before others find them.

   "Aww come on!  This is fucking bullshit!  You fucking asshole!" shouted
Catherine, to nowhere.

   She then saw there was more behind the note:

   My colleague has been taking footage of your entire stunt here today,
even now.  If you do not do it, your pictures will be found and we'll
upload today's videos and photos online.  So put on your "outfit" and find
them all before it's too late."

   Frustrated, Catherine tore open the rest of the package, desperate to
get to whatever "outfit" they had for her.  Since the last one was already
a lewd and extremely indecent glorified slingshot, what could they think of
next?  BDSM straps?  Latex?

   Given her current naked state, she would've been happy for even some
lingerie at this point.  As she shredded the plastic wraps, he hope
submerged to despair to find not a shirt, another microkini or even some
underwear.  It wasn't even an article of clothing at all.

   It was a 300ML bottle of baby oil, with the word Outfit written on it in
marker.

   She couldn't believe it.  They intended for her to finish the rest of
her task not just butt-naked but completely covered in oil, her naked skin
glistening and primed up, like some totally slutty exhibitionist.  As if
the previous outfit weren't enough to degrade her, this final humiliation
was to turn her fully into an unambiguous object of pure lust, an open
invitation to all forms of sexual urges and outlets.  "I'm gonna get
fucking raped at this rate," uttered Catherine.  This, she finally
understood, was not just a test but a transfiguration of the Catherine
everyone knew and respected, and into the real, repressed self that she had
hidden all this while.

   Having understood the implications, she knew this was it.  There was
nothing else but to do the deed, as even now somewhere that brunette was
recording her every action.  The photos were bad enough; she couldn't
afford an actual video of her acts leaking out, considering she just
flashed herself to half her local community by now.

   She popped open the top of the bottle and let oil drip down her fully
nude body.  The oil dripped off the points of her nipples and she slathered
it all over her boobs, stomach and into her snatch.  The thought dawned on
her that she was supposed to be dressing up, not making herself even more
lewd and indecent.  Her upbringing and mindset told her everything she was
doing right now was so, so wrong as the oil dripped over every square inch
of her naked body, right between her vagina that had given birth to her
children.  She was a respected member of her community, and her own,
right-to-do face flashed in between thoughts of her right now slathering
her body like a slut on offer.  It was so wrong, but it felt so right.

   Catherine couldn't find a reason why it felt so...  heavenly in her
vulnerable and exposed state, like every animal instinct she held oppressed
for too many years being opened up for the first time...  She wasn't
entirely sure she even wanted a reason.  What power did reasons have any
longer when you're butt-ass naked in public, covered in oil for the whole
world to see your flesh?  The oil seemed like a baptism of her past self,
rubbing away all repressions and reservations, leaving bare-naked clean
skin wiping away the saltwater.  She wasn't sure if anyone could see her,
but at that point she didn't care anymore.

   She was almost sure she wanted to be seen.  By that time, after driving
without bottoms or a bra and walking in a probably-illegal microkini across
half the beach of onlookers, here she was near the end of the journey.  She
was completely naked, and also she felt strangely complete.  She wasn't
even sure how much of the slipperiness between her legs was oil and how
much was her own fluids from her now super-wet, dripping pussy.

   As she walked up the beach, a strange kind of calmness washed over her
as the oil lubricated her skin sliding on itself as she walked, while the
wind blew across it.  The oil under her tits rubbed against her tummy;
between her thighs that grinded and slipped against her pussy, reminding
her constantly how naked she was.  She almost got lost in her bliss before
she was reminded of the task ahead.  Suddenly, she was worried again and
her initial anxiety returned in an instant.  The pictures!  She had to find
them before anyone else did.

   Looking at the line of the sheer amount of trees and signboards along
the final stretch of the beach, she buckled from the fear and collapsed to
her knees on the ground.  Catherine had never felt so helpless and in panic
as her blood rushed all over in sheer nervousness.  She swore she was going
to have a breakdown any second, when she heard a pair of footsteps coming
up behind her.  Almost certain it was the lifeguard or the police, she
could only begin to sob slowly and made feeble attempts to cover her nude,
oiled up body as she folded over in a crouching position.  There was no
explaining this to anyone; the fact she was nude and covered in oil
advertised to anyone she was a fucking slut pervert.

   "Hey, you come this far.  Not too bad.  How does it feel?" said a
familiar voice.  Catherine looked up to see it was that brunette lady that
handed her the package, this time carrying a small GoPro on a monopod. 
Catherine knew the instructions weren't kidding when it said they were
recording her stunt.

   "The swimsuit, I lost it." Catherine said.

   "Of course, we gave you a dissolving microkini.  We got it from a prank
site.  The threads melt in contact with saltwater," she replied, smirking.
"Why the hell do you think we demanded you to get into the water?"

   Catherine bowed her head in total surrender.

   "Get up.  The longer you stay here, the likelier someone's gonna come
along before you can collect all photos," commanded the lady.

   Catherine slowly stood up, ready to cry.  "I really can't do this..."
Catherine said, choking up.  "Please, show me some mercy?  I'll do
anything...  Just save me from this situation...  I'll lick his...  I'll
suck him off, I'll let him do anything he wants to me, violate me any way,
cum inside of me, force anal on me...  Anything, just don't ruin my life, I
beg you."

   The brunette wore a smile so wide it seemed to go from ear to ear.  She
was utterly delighted at the total breakdown of Catherine's will and
determination to keep her dignity intact, reduced to a blabbering, sobbing
pile of naked flesh.

   "Oh?  This pig wants us to post your pictures and video?  This GoPro is
linked directly to an uploader.  I don't even need to edit it.  I am
filming you right now with your stupid face and your naked skin.  You can't
even claim it's fake.  And let's be honest here..." said the brunette as
she stepped closer.  She proceeded to finger Catherine's soaking wet pussy
and juices, making Catherine moan.  She showed her the trail of moisture
before forcing her fingers into Catherine's mouth to taste.  Catherine
never felt so turned-on and degraded simultaneously.

   "You enjoyed it...  You say no, but your pussy screams for so much
more...  You can't get enough of being humiliated...  Admit it and face the
truth; you're a pervert.  An Exhibitionist slut," said the lady, wiping off
the rest of her cum on Catherine's oily tits.

   Her words resounded in Catherine's mind like the bells of the church she
goes to every Sunday.  She couldn't deny it...  She had enjoyed it, gained
pleasure from such a humiliating, deplorable act.  She felt utterly
dethroned and demolished.  Everything she stood for as a mother, a wife, a
Christian and a woman was crumbling into dust as she was made an object of
flesh and sacrilege..  And she loved every minute of it.  Part of her
wished it was over, while another part wanted it to never end.  Having
discovered a side of herself she never looked in the face before, she was
now confronted with it in all its bare glory.  What have I done?  What have
I become?, she thought to herself.

   "Clock's ticking, Slut.  Keep moving, Slut," said the brunette.

   Her each word cut into Catherine like a knife, and yet it aroused her on
a weird, animal level.  To be treated like something only worthwhile
sexually like an exposed piece of meat, which she was all too aware she
literally was one, at that point.

   Slowly but surely, Catherine made her way up to the first of the trees.
Scouting around, she saw there were people but they were all about a couple
of yards away on the boardwalk, so she had to hurry.  But given her current
hopeless situation, she was almost beyond the point of caring any longer.
Her religious beliefs were the last thread of dignity she had to maintain
and honestly if it weren't for that, she would've just winged it along the
damned beach in the buff, which was surely what they wanted.

   It did occur to her that he streaking had probably caused quite a bit of
a stir already, so she pondered how much more of her reputation in this
small town was still intact and worth saving.

   Too late to worry about all that now, she had to focus on the task
ahead. She crept up to the first tree and found one of the pictures.  It
was a Catherine in an extremely lewd and obscene pose on the bed, spreading
her pussy lips open.  The tiny photo was printed in vivid colour, on
high-quality paper laminated in gloss, complete with her name and all her
credentials!

   "What the fuck!?  I thought it was gonna be black and white on some
crappy paper...  and I didn't know they were gonna print my fucking info on
it!" thought Catherine as she panicked.

   She had a certain amount of respect for her captors to go so far and
print expensive glossy images of her shameful acts.  This showed just how
serious and dedicated they were to their craft, and she couldn't help but
acknowledge such effort.  Part of her felt like she was so important,
almost, to warrant such devotion.  She blushed from the thought of being
loved in such a weirdly warped way.  The fact that her personal information
was on it grounded her back to reality and she started to expedite her
quiet skulking into a brisk running.

   The panic instilled in her new energy and she realized her whole life
was hanging in the balance.

   As she ran, her boobs kept bouncing like cantaloupes, dripping oil and
sweat everywhere.  By now, Catherine must have sweated out a good ten
pounds, though she was so nervous it was a cold sweat.  But something about
her own sweat running down her bare skin eased her tensions as the sticky
sound of her combined fluids and oil made such a sound as her skin rubbed
against itself, constantly reminding her of her nudity.

   Catherine hid behind the tree as she scouted ahead for any people before
she bounced over to the next signboard.  She could see down the row that is
it was an alternating row of tree, signboard, tree, etc.

   "Something tells me it won't be so easy..." she thought to herself,
noticing the brunette in the distance holding up the GoPro, recording her
every move.  There was the second picture of her rubbing herself, which she
quickly ripped down.  Two down; twenty-eight more, she murmured,

   Catherine hopped forward to tree after signboard to tree and so far she
found that all pictures were indeed on all the subsequent trees and
signboards, giving her some minor comfort that perhaps she was lucky enough
that she could collect all thirty pictures by the time she reached the end.

   As she ran over to the eighth signboard, she did a quick picture count.

   "Fifteen photos...  fifteen more.  We're good," she thought.  She
noticed quickly how small they were, each barely the size of your typical
driver's license.  She tried pasting two of them over her nipples in some
desperate attempt to cover her nakedness, to no avail.  Her oily skin and
the gloss laminate on the pictures made it impossible to stick to her skin,
eradicating any hope she had of fashioning an emergency bikini.  "Who was I
kidding," she thought to herself, bending over and exposing her ass and
pussy to pick up the dropped pictures.  Holding them together in a bundle,
she quickly scampered on, making sure not to stick around in one spot too
long.

   Catherine could barely care for her modesty at this stage, given that
she was definitely seen by some of the youngsters she had passed by the
boardwalk somewhere between the fifth and ninth tree.  She let her
bountiful breasts and ass bounce for all they wanted, embracing the
finality of her situation, only focused on the objective ahead.  All the
while she was bitterly aware that it was in all likelihood hopeless, given
that half the people would have probably seen her by now, coupled with the
fact that her captors could easily use this video for more blackmail,
keeping the cycle of exploitation going on until they finally ruined her.

   "Jesus I'm so fucking stupid...  Why even bother," she thought to
herself, contemplating her predicament.

   But Catherine's motherly instincts reminded her that she had to try and
put up a fight.  She found a strange courage she never knew she had;
perhaps her ordeal had awoken a boldness in her.  As she stood, gazing over
to the horizon where her destination was, she could only feel the sea
breeze and the stares of a few people as they passed by, to which she cared
little by now.  She let them look at her glistening skin as she stood on
the sand clad in only the sky itself.  Thoughts of her husband's
name-calling and bullying flashed before her, how he had made her felt so
useless and insecure about herself.  His bible-thumping hypocrisy and
controlling nature made her so oppressed.  She realized how liberated and
free she felt.  A target of one man's spite and disdain turned into an
object of lust and desire in one day, thanks to her captors.  Catherine
felt a strange gratitude.

   "You're almost there," said a voice behind her.  Catherine knew it was
the same lady.  She smiled to herself as she walked forward, no longer
afraid or bound by any restrictions, her legs carried her forward proud and
dominant.  The weight of her breasts and butt bouncing seemed to give her a
bravado; she felt like a real woman at long last.

   The sun was nearly set as she collected the 29th picture.  It was the
last signboard on the beach near the end of the boardwalk where there were
a few coffee shops.  Catherine looked around but she couldn't find the last
picture anywhere.  With the sun going down quick, she had to look around
for the last picture before it got dark.

   After she looked around, she came to the conclusion that the last
picture was probably in the location where they wanted to complete her
journey into a full-on exhibitionist: the Shop.

   Beyond caring for her dignity and modesty, Catherine stepped onto the
boardwalk fully nude and covered in oil.  She was one picture away and it
was over.  A sadness took over her momentarily as she realized her one day
of being nude in public was over soon.  She didn't want it to end.

   "Well...  Here goes.  Might as well go out with a bang," she said to
herself, standing outside the shop door.  With that, she opened the door
and stepped in.

   To her surprise, she saw there was no one inside the gift shop but a
lone lady standing at the counter.  It was the brunette.  She slowly walked
up to the nude, oily Catherine, smiling.

   "Nice job, Catherine.  Congratulations on ending your mission.  How did
it feel today?  You seemed to have transformed quite nicely," said the
brunette.

   "Wait, you work here?" asked Catherine.

   "Yes, I do.  I run the gift shop here.  I set everything up today,
according to his instructions.  I was the one who planted the packages and
the photos." explained the brunette.

   "Where's the final photo?" asked Catherine.

   "There is no 30th photo.  We only put up 29, we told you there were 30
to trick you, so you'd be looking around hunting.  I must say, I wasn't
expecting you to actually be brave enough to step into the shop.." said the
brunette.  She then proceeded to fondle Catherine's boobs, tickling her
sensitive and delicate nipples.  "You have nice full breasts...  your
nipples are so pink and puffy for your age."

   Catherine moaned in pleasure and delight as the lady groped her all over
fiercely and sucked her tits.  She could feel her pussy gushing as she
squirted all over the wood floor of the shop.

   "You'll have to clean that later, on your knees.  I'll make you lick it
all up like a dog." said the brunette.

   "W...who...  who are you?" asked Catherine, gasping for breath.

   "I'm his first victim.  Everything you did today, he made me do.  I was
like you once.  He freed us both." said the brunette as she explored
Catherine's breasts with her tongue, fingering her simultaneously. 
Catherine looked at her in shock, but smiled at her, which she returned
with a giggle.

   "You're a really sweet girl, dear, behind all that tough mom act," said
Catherine, as her hand reached around to pull her close and kiss her ever
so softly on the lips

   Then, she stopped Catherine for a while, holding up Catherine's car keys
and T-shirt.

   "Let's continue this at your place.  I wanna help you get off.  You've
had too much stimulation today, and you need to release it all, right?"
asked the brunette.

   Catherine stood quietly for a while.

   "...Why wait?  Let's do it on the beach...you got any more oil?" said
Catherine smiling, as she took the brunette's hand and pulled her out the
door.



   Catherine's 2nd ENF Training Pt.  01

   Catherine's training had only just begun.

   A week passed since Catherine's last training session at the beach,
where she was blackmailed by a male webcam model.  Her greatest mistake was
in telling him that she was fascinated by Exhibitionism and that she wanted
to learn more, and in the process sharing with him pictures of herself
naked on the bed fingering her pussy.  Those were exceptionally lewd photos
that she should've kept secret, of a side of her that she absolutely
dreaded be exposed like she was so exposed at the beach.

   And so here she finds herself again in the same predicament as last
week, having received a threatening text much like the last one that
started all this downhill spiral:

   My partner tells me you did good at the beach.  Nice footage.  Well
Done. You are one step closer to embracing your inner exhibitionist slut.
But don't think it's over.  This week you are to meet my partner again at a
construction site.  You'll receive the details soon.

   This game has just begun.  I'm sure you know what's at stake if you
don't obey.

   It was late after dinner; Catherine stood at the sink and sighed in
despair, clutching her phone close to herself as she stood still in quiet
anxiety.  Another session?  She was wondering exactly how long is this
going to go on for her.  Wasn't that embarrassment at the beach enough?

   "These guys aren't just trying to test me, they want to break me," she
thought to herself.

   As her kid turned in for the night and her philandering husband being
god-knows-where, she started gazing along the walls of her home where
pictures of the family hung; pictures of a life she'd built as a
respectable, loving mother and member of her community.

   She looked disappointingly at the framed photos of a life only somewhat
perfect, thinking of the seed of darkness that lay underneath all that
pristine facade; a seed that was now blooming.  It was all so superficial.
In the glass, she caught the reflection of her true self, beyond the
idyllic portraits of an American family.  She saw in the wrinkled lines of
her face the dark reflection of her husband and how much she hated him; how
much debt the family was in; the trouble her adolescent son was beginning
to bring home as he hit teenage puberty drama.

   This was her true life, and she couldn't help but admit that her
escapade at the beach was the most bliss she'd experienced in decades,
perhaps ever.  Something about walking naked in front of so many strangers
gawking at her seemed to make sense.  For a moment, Catherine was unsure
which side of her was the reflection; which the reality.

   Was it her longing for being noticed sexually?  Being something to be
lusted over like a slab of raw meat?  Is this what they'd wanted, for her
to realize who she truly was?

   Without fully deciding whether she was weary of the blackmail, or weary
of her own lie of a life, she waited for the next message...

   *****

   It was late at night, at 2:00 am.  She'd just passed the exit, and
quickly looked at her phone's GPS.

   "Looks like this is it," she said to herself, as she checked the text
sent to her last night:

   Find my partner at the location.  You are to wear your usual underwear,
with a T-shirt and shorts.  Once you've reached, hand over your car keys to
her and await her instruction.  There's something in it for you this time,
so do a good job.

   "Do a good job, he says," she thought, sarcastically.  "How
magnanimous."

   She had wondered why was she instructed to wear this much clothing as
compared to the T-shirt deal last time at the beach.  Four articles of
clothing seemed a little too good to be true, which Catherine knew not to
trust as a leniency.  Soon enough, she caught sight of the brunette waiting
at the roadside and pulled over to her.

   "Hi Cat, surprised to see me again?" said the brunette with a chuckle as
Catherine got out of her car.

   "I thought that was the last time.  I didn't think I'd be playing
another one of his games.  When's it gonna stop?" asked Catherine, somewhat
annoyed.

   "Oh he's taken a liking to you.  So have I.  You did so well at the
beach and we had such fun afterward!" replied the brunette.

   The brunette then proceeded to grab Catherine's boob and fondled her
gently, whispering in her ear "I fucking love your tits, they looked even
better exposed and oiled up" as she pinched her nipple.

   Catherine was gasping for air as she felt her knees buckle slightly,
brushing away the brunette's hand.

   "Hm.  Look's like someone's extra horny tonight," commented the
brunette, as she gave Catherine a peck on her lips.

   "Lady...don't you have instructions for me...?" asked Catherine as the
brunette kissed her neck and collar.

   "My name's Joyce, not Lady...  Can't I have some fun with you before we
start?  You're not in a rush, are you?" said Joyce as she slowly slid her
hand down Catherine's pants, which Catherine stopped.

   After which, Joyce smiled, pulled her hand away and opened her tote. 
After rummaging through it she pulled out a pack of condoms and some money.

   "I have with me 200 bucks.  That's two Ben Franklins, here," said Joyce
as she showed Catherine the money.  "It's yours to keep if you fulfill
today's tasks.  All you have to do is find it, while I hide them throughout
the site."

   "What are the condoms for?  Are you gonna ask people to fuck me for the
money?" sighed Catherine.

   "Hah!  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  I admire that spirit, but Nope...
That's not the point of these...  First thing's first, though.  Strip!"
demanded Joyce.

   "What?  Here!?  We're at a roadside!  Why don't you tell me what I'm
supposed to do, first?" barked Catherine.

   "You don't get to make demands here.  Don't forget who's in control,
hun. All I need to do is tell him you're being disobedient and he uploads
your stunt online." replied Joyce.

   "Ugh God...  Alright, alright...!  God dammit..." sighed Catherine as
she pulled off her shirt and shorts, passing them to Joyce who stuffed them
into her tote.  A few cars passed by in spite of the ungodly hour it was.
Poor Catherine had only the bulk of her car to hide behind as they drove
along, wondering if they caught sight of her in her underwear.

   "Right, so your job is to find the money.  Stay here while I hide them.
Oh, and hand me your car keys too." demanded Joyce.  Catherine then passed
her the car keys and stood there with her hands pursed together.

   "Those too, hun." said Joyce as she pointed to her underwear.

   "WHAT?  Jesus, NO!  Are you crazy?  I'll get arrested!" screamed
Catherine.

   "I don't recall you having that much trouble at the beach...?" asked
Joyce with a smirk.

   "That was the beach!  Out here...  Jeez, that's illegal!  Are you people
crazy?" argued Catherine, waving her arms about while in her underwear; her
breasts jiggling about almost popping out of her bra.

   Joyce just smirked at her, waving her phone as she argued, which
Catherine knew was a futile attempt.  Catherine eventually caved in and
removed her bra and panties too, handing them over to Joyce who shoved them
into her tote.  She then pulled out a pair of high-heeled pumps.

   "Put these on, can't walk in bare feet at a construction site," said
Joyce.

   "I've got my sneakers...?" said Catherine sheepishly as she pointed to
her shoes, the only thing she was now wearing.

   "ALL your clothes you came in are to be handed to me.  Now put these on,
hun" demanded Joyce as she tossed the heels to Catherine.

   The heels fitted Catherine surprisingly well.  No surprise to her, given
how they've seen all of her by now; surely they'd know virtually every
detail of her body.  After handing over her sneakers, Joyce immediately
stepped into Catherine's car and without warning, keyed the ignition.

   "Hey!  Stop!" Catherine yelled.  "The fuck are you doing!?" she
continued as she struggled to keep up with her own car while wearing heels.

   As the car cruised by slowly, the window rolled down and out popped
Joyce's head, yelling "You keep up behind me, I'm going ahead first.  Just
up ahead is the site, wait at the gates."

   Joyce then sped off with the car, leaving Catherine alone, completely
nude and vulnerable along that quiet stretch of road.  Catherine soon
realized the heels made it such that she could only trot along slowly; they
hurt her feet if she tried even brisk walking.  Naturally, it was every
intention of theirs to make her predicament worse.

   Without much of a choice, Catherine tried her best to cover her nude
body with her tiny hands and pushed forward step by step; her breasts and
butt bouncing even more with the heels.  After what seemed like an eternity
of walking, she finally saw her car in the distance parked in front of some
metal siding.

   "Made it, dear god..." she thought to herself.  Eventually reaching her
car, she planted her naked ass on the boot, resting her aching feet.  Joyce
was nowhere to be seen yet, as Catherine looked about, her hands seemingly
forgetting to cover her nakedness as she tried to open the car door. 
"Locked.  Of course." she thought.  Before she could try anything else, a
voice spoke.

   "Thinking of driving away?  That's not very sporting," said Joyce to a
surprised Catherine.  "We're here, come along."

   Joyce led Catherine through the gate of the site and along a short dirt
path.  Soon they were on an overlook and Catherine got a good view of the
place.  The site itself was nearby yet another beach, much like the last
one.  From their vantage point, it looked like they were building a theme
park; the entire area encompassing a good city-sized block.

   It was largely empty and consisted mostly of sidings that bordered piles
of equipment, alongside the skeletal frames of soon-to-be boardwalk mall
shops and the park's rides.  Next to it was a parking lot which served
another boardwalk mall.  The site itself wasn't too bad, but the real risk
was in the surrounding developments.  They'd picked their arenas well. 
Soon, they reached the most secluded area of the site: a half-built
storefront.  Joyce then took a seat on a pile of bricks and turned to
Catherine.

   "You remember the task, right?  Find the 200 bucks, and your clothes
along with all the money you find are yours." reminded Joyce.

   "Where am I gonna keep it?" asked Catherine, still trying sheepishly to
cover her nude body.

   "I've rolled up the money in those condoms.  I'll let you figure it
out." replied Joyce.  Catherine was upset that they not only wanted to
shame her, but to violate her pussy this time as well, forcing her to keep
her loot in such a sacred place.  Still, she was determined to take the
punishment.

   "I won't tell you where the money is, of course, so you'll need to look
around hard.  But I'll tag along behind so you don't get lost," instructed
Joyce.  "You can start."

   With that, Catherine looked about her surroundings as the chilly night
air breezed across her bare naked skin.  She'd noticed that Joyce was
already recording her with her phone with enthusiasm.

   "Recording already?" asked Catherine.  "Why don't you just make me do a
dance at Walmart?"

   "Don't give us ideas you'll regret, smartass.  Get moving," retorted
Joyce.

   After being put in her place, Catherine began looking around the
building, trotting along slowly in those damned heels.  She hadn't worn
heels in a long time, and the new shoes abraded her sore skin.  Those shoes
seemed as though they were newly bought specifically for her, and they
weren't cheap either.  It dawned on her the lengths her blackmailers were
willing to go to train her, with all the resources available to carry out
everything they threatened.

   She tried not to let that thought bother her too much and carried on
with her mission.  In the corner of the building, she noticed an oddly
placed brick standing vertically.  She proceeded to investigate and sure
enough, she found a roll of money tied in a condom.  "Great, found one,"
she thought to herself.  But as she looked closely she soon realized
something was off.

   "What's this?" she asked Joyce, showing her the roll.  "It's just a
tenner!  I thought you had two 100 bills?"

   "Yeah, that was just to show you the money is for real.  We never said
it was gonna be in just two bills.  What, did you actually think it'd be
that easy?" scoffed Joyce.  "Besides, it's the same as what you did the
last time at the beach, with those photographs you hunted.  There's 200
altogether in 10s, so there's 20 locations.  And we won't screw you over
this time by hiding the last 10, so don't worry."

   "God...  Don't Worry, you say," sighed Catherine.  She gently slid the
condom up her already wet pussy, silently contemplating if she could handle
so many notes.

   "You seem wet.  Don't let any slip out.  If any are missing you can't
gain your clothes back and you'll have to walk home naked," remarked Joyce
as she stood up and walked on.  "Come along now."



   Catherine's 2nd ENF Training Pt.  02

   "Here, put this on," said Joyce as she passed the fully nude Catherine a
step counter, like a mockery of her current situation.  "Make sure you
switch it on from here."

   "What's this for?" asked Catherine as she wore the bracelet, the only
thing besides the heels she was technically wearing.  "Why are you counting
my steps?"

   "It's sort of like a second condition...  Lazarus told me to tell you to
check your steps after you're done with everything."

   "Lazarus?" asked Catherine.  "Is that his name?"

   "He calls himself that.  He helps women find their sexual rebirth.  Like
he did with me, and like he's doing with you now," explained Joyce.

   Catherine looks up to see Joyce gazing into the distance wistfully.

   "Though, he told me you're one of the hardest he's had to crack.  Most
women have a slutty side begging to come out; you just need to find the
right situation.  With you, there's been all these layers we've had to
peel," replied Joyce.

   "Jesus...How many women has this guy targeted?  Are you his accomplice
now or something?" asked Catherine, somewhat appalled at the matter-of-fact
manner of Joyce about the things they've done.  Catherine almost forgot to
cover her naked self with her hands, at which point started to seem
pointless.  Though the futile attempt served to rest her nerves a bit.

   "I'm his paramour, the first person he cracked," replied Joyce with a
smile.  "He helped me find myself."

   The two soon reached the bathroom right before the main construction
area of the theme park itself.

   "We're here.  This is where it gets tough.  I suggest you use the
bathroom if you need to.  There won't be another opportunity," instructed
Joyce.

   Aside from being vulnerable and cold, Catherine was feeling super
bloated from the long drive and walk up to the site; she desperately needed
to take a piss, regretting drinking all that wine in psyching herself up
for the task.

   "...Okay," mumbled Catherine as she proceeded to walk clumsily in her
heels to the bathroom area, hoping there wasn't anyone in the vicinity. 
She could only hear some guys talking in the men's side, hoping to God they
wouldn't come out at the wrong time.

   "Hey, what're you doing?" yelled Joyce as Catherine stopped in front of
the female entrance, turning around to look back.  "I didn't say you could
use the bathroom?  That's for respectable, civil people.  You're a piece of
meat animal, so go like one."

   "What do you want me to do?" asked Catherine sheepishly, resigned to her
label.  Here she was hoping she could duck out in the lady's and avoid the
guys altogether, but it seemed Joyce was fully intent on the men seeing her
in her shameful, naked state and maybe having a go at her while at it.

   "You can either pee in the men's urinal, or go on the ground where you
stand," said Joyce, her feet pattering impatiently, confirming Catherine's
fears.

   Catherine knew they were out to break her, and this was but the first of
a rough and degrading night.  Remembering there were those guys in the
men's room, she was divided as to whether she would either pee on the
ground like a dog, let the men see her doing that and hopefully not fuck
her; or go into the men's and pee into the urinal where they'd definitely
fuck her.

   Her body was an hourglass of flesh, with her slightly aged skin wrinkled
in the right places.  It was still largely supple and smooth; her breasts
were nicely developed albeit slightly sagged from motherhood, and from her
back to her ass was a superb lined curvature, just the right proportions of
fat and fleshiness.  She was a bona fide Milf, and if she was up for
taking, those guys were definitely not going to refuse.

   "GUARD'S COMING!" shouted Joyce suddenly, which prompted Catherine to
turn to look; true enough, there was a random security guy coming their
way; some sloppily-unformed old dude who was way beyond his retirement,
lazily shuffling his feet while making his rounds towards the main gate
where they were at.

   Joyce herself dashed into the female toilet and stood vigilant just at
the entrance behind the wall, making damned sure Catherine wouldn't sneak
her way in.

   "Of COURSE there was a guard," thought Catherine.  Now she had no choice
but to duck into the men's room and face those men.  Reluctantly, she
hastily brisked walked on her heels into the men's, her tits bouncing like
a 1930's cartoon as she desperately tried to avoid that guard's vision.

   She stood for a moment at the door, hesitating, but the men's door was
such that it was within line of sight of the now approaching guard, and
with Joyce blocking her only other escape, she knew it was pretty much the
devil or the deep blue sea.

   The voices of the men inside seemed to be amplified as her heart beat
quicker; a cold, nervous sweat dripped from every inch of her raw naked
skin as droplets run down her back through her buttcheeks, trickling along
her pussy down her legs.

   In her mind, images rapidly flashed of getting raped by a gang of random
men, or being caught by that guard who would probably do the same, being
reported and then getting raped in prison either way.  She was loathe to
admit that the thought of being a used sex object was all too exciting and
it was almost as if her leaking wet vagina agreed in anticipation.  After
too long, Catherine shoved the door open, making a grand entrance into the
men's room.

   The first thing that hit her was the smell.  "Ugh, it stinks of aged
piss," she thought to herself.  This was exactly the smell that her husband
always seemed to reek of, especially in the morning in the bathroom, when
he seemed to piss everywhere but the goddamn toilet.

   What was this 40-year-old mother doing in such a deplorable,
embarrassing predicament?

   As she slowly crept her way in peeping from the corner, she was greeted
by a sight all too weird and dreadful at the same time:

   There stood the 2 men whose voices she'd heard outside.  They were in
their late 20s, good-looking, well-built...  and completely naked, just
like Catherine.

   Their thick, shaven cocks were throbbingly hard, pointed upward, and
were sheathed in condoms.  Their bodies were above average in aesthetic,
built up with a pinch of flab, like they each spent time at both the gym
and the bar.  Their hard erect cocks made them look just like porn stars at
that moment.

   This scene almost seemed like a joke to Catherine and she'd sincerely
wondered if she interrupted a personal moment between these two handsome
and well-oiled specimens.

   On the sink across them she could see some bags with blue pills in them.

   They were both already looking dead in the eye at Catherine, like they
were expecting her at that exact moment.  Their gaze then moved toward her
tits and pussy, which she sheepishly tried to cover with her tiny hands as
she felt them violating her body with their eyes.  They seemed far more
interested in her than each other, as they approached her while rubbing
their dicks.  The nightmare she'd played in her hand was unfolding every
bit as she'd imagined and worse.  Was this how it was going to play out? 
Being raped in this horrible, smelly and undignified place, by two lustful
strangers?

   She glanced over one of the stud's dicks and noticed inside his condom
was a dollar bill of unknown amount.  It was at that moment she'd figured
out that these two sex hounds were planted by Lazarus and Joyce, his nubile
and utterly fuck-able partner-in-crime as part of Catherine's game.

   As the two quickly grasped the naked lady by the wrists preventing any
escape, she could only plead with her face while they dragged her along to
the sinks, their dicks bouncing hard while her own tits wobbled
cartoonishly by the force of their fervor.  Catherine was utterly arrested
by the two bulls at this point; she didn't even bother retaliating as she
knew well by now that Joyce was watching everything, somehow.

   The white stud looked up to her, leering at her body as he did; his hot
breath blew across her cold skin, giving her slight goosebumps.

   "We're your next checkpoint, slut," he said as he pinned her against the
wall, while the black stud licked her boob and fondled the other.  "Make us
both cum hard and big enough so both the condom and money stay in your
pussy as we pull out.  Ok?"

   The white stud pulled her legs apart while facing her, rubbing his dick
along her slippery labia and clit.

   "We both took some viagra to make sure we cum more than once, so you're
gonna be here a while," said the black stud, his cock also throbbing hard
as it rubbed against her thigh waiting for its turn.

   Without any warning, the white stud shoved his thick rod directly into
Catherine's dripping wet pussy, making her squeal for a second.  It seemed
like it's been forever that she's had a dick this good inside her.  She
almost forgot what it was like to be screwed, and hard...  Never had sex
this good since her first wedding night; such was the extent of the prudish
facade she let herself on.

   Sure, it hurt a little at first but she wasn't all too concerned about
the pain since it was becoming ever more pleasurable as he kept pumping her
relentlessly, and her moistened pussy served to lubricate his fiercely
sliding member well with each penetration.  After a while, it was anything
but painful, and her pussy wanted evermore.

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   "Shit, this cunt is tight...  We might not be too long after all, hah,"
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out."