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   The Dare MD Ch.  04

   She opens her dare site with a special intro for Dr.  Bill.

   "I'VE MISSED YOU at the grocery store these past couple of Tuesdays."

   Andrea was so startled at Dr.  Bill Berman's sudden appearance at her
office door that she jumped and hit her leg on the side of her desk.

   "I'm sorry," Bill yelped.  "I didn't mean to scare you."

   It took Andrea a moment to catch her breath.  "It's okay," she laughed.
"I was just completely focused on . . .  " and she waved her hand toward
the papers on her desk.  In truth, she was experimenting with a new camera
that she had attached under her desk.  After her last patient, she had
slipped off her panties and, back in her chair, had slid her light sheath
dress up her thighs to test how well the camera would see her pussy. 
Fortunately, she had both hands on the desk when Bill showed up.

   She shook her head as though to clear it.  "It's fine," she repeated,
"but what was the question?"

   Bill mumbled that it was not important and started to turn away.  "Oh,
the grocery store," Andrea said.  She nodded her head in thought for a few
seconds, then said, "I guess you should come in."

   Bill shook his head and turned away.  "Bill, come here," she called
after him.  "Everybody's gone, right?  I've been wondering why you haven't
said anything." She waited till he stepped back into her office.  "I think
I want to talk about it, and . . .  " She shrugged, leaving the thought
hanging.  She waved him to the chair on the other side of her desk.

   They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither looking at the other,
each waiting for the other to speak.  Finally, Bill shifted in his chair.
"Do you know what scopophilia is?"

   "Doesn't sound familiar.  Should I look it up?"

   He shook his head.  "It's a technical term for getting pleasure from
looking at objects of eroticism," then he added, hesitating between each
example, "like pornography . . .  naked bodies . . .  fetishes . . . 
instead of participating in a sexual relationship. . . .  though I might
say, in addition to having a sexual relationship." He stared into the upper
corner of her office, and they sat in silence for what felt like a long
period.

   Finally, Andrea took a breath.  "Is this considered a pathology?  Or
just what any man . . .  or woman . . .  might feel from adolescence on?"

   Bill laughed and seemed to relax, finally looking in her direction.  "I
guess it depends on who you're talking to," he said.  "I've seen it
referred to as a pathology or a disorder, but that's not how I feel about
it.  It sounds more elegant than voyeurism, which I guess is how I could
characterize it as far as I'm concerned, though some psychological texts
will refer to voyeurism as active scopophilia, with passive scopophilia
being exhibitionism."

   "So that would be me?" Andrea replied with a chuckle.  Behind the safety
of the desk, she had spread her legs.  She was pretty sure the camera was
still recording, and she wanted to get some good footage.  She had
discreetly pulled the hem of her dress up her thigh and was letting her
fingers stray over the bare, smooth skin of her leg.

   Bill's cheeks had turned a light shade of pink at her question, but he
retained a somewhat scholarly attitude that helped him stay in control. 
"On the assumption that you weren't there only for the shopping, I guess I
would say yes."

   Her fingers had moved under the hem of her dress and were reaching the
top of her thigh, where she brushed against her pussy lips.  She inhaled
slightly and let her finger gently explore the knotted folds of flesh. 
"So, where do we go from here?"

   "Oh, we don't have to go anywhere," Bill said.  "I think this was my . .
.  awkward way of, I don't know, saying you don't have to worry about me
saying anything about our . . .  encounter." He was looking straight into
her eyes, and she felt her thick pussy lips twitching against her finger.
Could he see through the table, she wondered, as she slid her finger
between the folds, feeling some wetness forming there.  "And to say that I
would love to repeat that sort of experience." There was a tremble of
hesitancy in his voice as he said that.

   They sat in silence, looking intently at each other and both breathing
somewhat shallowly.  The thought ran through her mind that he must know she
was doing something, as she brought a second finger to start pushing her
pussy lips aside.  She was getting wetter with each second.

   "That may be possible," she said when she had control of herself.  "You
never know." She was raising the stakes, and the sense of risk increased
the throbbing and wetness of her pussy.  She really wanted to shove both
fingers into herself and rub her clit, and to give him a full view of her
swollen, sopping wet pussy.  But she had an equally strong urge to resist,
to wait for a more appropriate time.

   All of these thoughts ran through her head in a split second, while Bill
was pondering what she had just said about possibly more to come.  He
looked like he was about to stand up when she said, in a slightly strained
voice, "Is that what caused problems in your marriage, your, um,
scopophilia?" That was a hard word to say when she had her pussy lips
spread apart and was rubbing the wet, smooth space between them.

   Bill chuckled and sat back in his chair.  "No, we had much deeper
problems than my predilections.  She . . . ." He paused, then decided it
did not seem like the right time to go into details.  "I suppose it may
have affected my medical track choices, though." He laughed.  "My
strong-willed sister often said that only women could really understand
women's health.  She was particularly vociferous during my ob-gyn rotation.
But I don't think she needed to worry.  I was at least as nervous as any of
the other men in the rotation, maybe even more so." He stared into the
upper corner again for a bit.  "I'm not sure I could have phrased it like
this, but I was having trouble reconciling the women I was treating and the
ones I sometimes looked at in magazines at night." He looked at Andrea. 
"This was before the internet, which has made this sort of thing so much
easier."

   "Mmm." Andrea was leaning on her left arm in a way that she hoped
conveyed deep interest, while the middle finger of her right hand had slid
down and was resting on the opening to her cunt.  She felt her pussy
quivering, and she was fighting hard to resist pushing her finger into
herself.

   After a few more moments of silence, Bill stood up.  "I guess I'd better
get going.  We've both got things to do and homes to go to, so I'll see you
tomorrow."

   She moved her chair slightly forward to hide more of herself under the
desk while he walked past her.  When he got to the door, she said, with a
strain in her voice, "See you tomorrow." As soon as he had disappeared
around the corner, she slid her finger all the way into her cunt and let
out a long sigh, quietly releasing the tension that had been building
inside her.  She slumped forward onto the desk as she slid the finger in
and out a few times, then added her index finger to fill herself even more.

   She rolled back in her chair to spread her legs and give herself more
room to rub her clit with her thumb as she continued to pump her fingers in
and out.  The sight of her tote bag next to the desk reminded her of what
she had brought with her, and she rummaged around till she found what she
was looking for, her new dildo.  She had unpacked it at home and washed it,
but had not really tried it out yet.

   With one hand still fingering and stroking her pussy, she licked the
length of the light brown dildo, then wrapped her lips around the lifelike
knob to get it wet.  She took it out and drooled onto it, then licked her
own spit around with her tongue till the head was nice and wet.  She spread
her pussy lips wide so she could rub the head up and down along the slick
surface.  She gasped at the touch, so much wider than her fingers, touching
more parts of her sensitive flesh than she could reach.  After a few
strokes, she rested the head of the dildo against the opening and began
pushing.

   She groaned as the thick head pushed against the cunt muscles.  Even
though they were loose and slick, this was thicker than anything else that
had been inside her, and her body was resisting.  She bit her lip, then
pushed down with both hands and gasped out loud as the head spread her
further open and, after a couple of shoves, pushed its way in.

   Some sound, maybe louder than she intended, came out of her as the dildo
rode into her.  Her vision was a bit cloudy from the sensation-she could
have been seeing stars-and then all her attention was directed to this
thickness sliding up and down her cunt.

   This was amazing, she thought, totally unlike anything or anyone that
had been inside her.  She twisted in the chair to give herself easier
access, and she pushed the dildo faster and deeper.  Her other hand was
rubbing her stomach and reaching up to slide her tiny bra off her tits, so
she could rub them and tweak her hard nipples.

   As she twisted, she realized with a shock that her door was still open
and that anybody passing by would be able to see her totally exposed.  But
with the pounding in her pussy, she was too far gone to do anything. 
Suddenly, a huge wave of feeling had built up in her pelvic area, and she
knew she was about to explode.  She pulled the dildo out and began rubbing
her mound and clit in a frenzy, her breath gasping as the sensations built.
Then the tidal wave hit and shook her whole body, each wave crashing
through her with a fierce snap and a loud gasp.

   Her mind had gone blank.  Seconds, minutes, she had no idea how long. 
When she came to, she found herself slumped in her chair, legs spread wide,
her dress pushed up, her tits exposed.  After a few vague moments, she sat
up straight, her heart pounding.  She fixed her little bra and smoothed her
dress down over herself.  She picked the dildo up off the floor where it
had fallen and sniffed the musky juices that coated it.  She gave it a long
lick before putting it back in her tote bag.

   Heart was still pounding and her heart racing as she gathered her purse
and the rest of her things, then took her jacket off the stand and started
out the door.  After a few steps, she stopped with a puzzling sense that
she had forgotten something.  After a pause, she turned sharply around,
remembering the camera under the desk.  As she disconnected it from the
clip she had installed under the desk, she chuckled, both in amusement at
seeing that it was still running and in fear that somebody might have found
and played it.

   The evening air was cool as she walked across the deserted parking lot
to her car.  When she started to get in, she noticed another car parked
close to the building.  The blood drained from her head as she realized it
was Dr.  Bill's.  He was still in the office.  She slumped into the
driver's seat and wondered if his door had been open, if he had heard her
moaning, and if perhaps he had wandered back quietly to peek into her
office to see what she was doing.  Her stomach tightened, and yet her pussy
began to twitch at what might have been.  She closed her door, turned on
the engine, and drove off, thinking that she might have to tell Sterling
later on, when they were in bed, naked, and she had his cock in her hand.

   THEY HAD BEEN WORKING on preparing material for their new page on
ForFans for about three weeks, and Sterling thought they were ready to go
live.  Andrea was nervous, since she would be the one naked to the world,
yet she was also excited and eager to see what it felt like to be so
exposed, even with her face cropped out.

   They had re-edited some of the videos and pictures they already had. 
They shot some new ones more in line with what they wanted to present, and
Andrea had been practicing taking nude selfies.  It took a while to get the
hang of taking pictures of her ass and figuring out just how much of her
face to include.  She had become quite adept at photographing herself in
the new full-length mirror they had put into the guest room, which was now
becoming their sex work studio.

   They had agreed to start with a dozen items on the first day, a
combination of short videos and pictures, including flashing her tits in a
bikini, jogging topless from front and back, a few pictures of her from
behind in a thong or naked, and a couple of restaurant videos where she
exposed her tits and pulled aside her panties.  In general, they were
pretty tame, but they figured that was enough to start.

   They also scheduled some more such material to load over the next few
days, including a few where they said it was a dare she had been given,
even though these were all from Sterling.  They hoped this would encourage
contributions from any members they got.

   Their biggest fight was about what to call the site.  When Sterling said
they should go with their original idea, TheDareMD, Andrea said, "Do you
want to make it easy for people to find me?  All they have to do is look
for a female doctor with red hair.  There probably aren't that many of us,
and people will get suspicious." After arguing about that idea for most of
a day, they gave each other the silent treatment till the next night, when
they lay in bed naked and soon were fondling each other and fucking.  That
was their usual resolution to arguments.

   They took a break after another day of tossing lame ideas back and
forth. Then Sterling said, "How about we call it The MDares, and we pretend
your name is Miranda.  We could capitalize the D, make it like a porn name.
We'd still have the MD as a private joke, but distract people from thinking
it has anything to do with doctors."

   Andrea stared at him blankly for a while till she said, "Porn name?"

   Sterling shrugged and directed her back to the main question.  "What do
you think of TheMDares as a title?"

   "I don't know.  Can I think about it?"

   "Come on.  Is there anything wrong with it?" Sterling wanted to get the
site started.  "Do you want to do this or not?"

   "Yes, I do.  I just . . . ." She stared at him for several seconds, then
finally said, "I don't see anything wrong with it."

   He took her hand.  "I've got an idea for a title design.  Let me work on
that, then we can decide after you look at it."

   While he worked on that, she went back to editing her opening statement.
At first, as was her habit, she had rambled on for too long.  Some of the
other statements on ForFans were just lists or single sentences, and she
wanted more than that, but she realized it did not have to be encyclopedic.
After an hour of more editing, she was fairly satisfied with this: "Working
professional, mom and wife who loves to take risky, even naked dares where
she might get caught.  I'm pretty conservative, but I like to be pushed to
make naughty, risky content.  You can see my videos and picture sets here.
I'd love to hear your ideas for dares."

   That was a good start, she figured.  Earlier drafts had included lists
of what she would do and not do, but those always became too long and came
across as restrictive and negative.  She had seen some sites where the
women had posted menus, and she might do that after they had some more
experience.

   "What do you think of this?" she asked when Sterling came back to show
her his design.  He had created a bold look with a black and red box around
the title, MDares.  The M was in red block letters with black behind it,
while Dares was in black letters in a red box.

   "I thought we could also create your screen name as MiranDares, so
they'll link it to MiranDa, not an MD." He pointed to the summary on her
computer screen.  "How about you add the name at the start?  Something
like, 'MiranDa, working mom and wife...  and then down here, say, 'send me
your dare ideas for consideration.' That way, they won't think you'll do
anything they ask for."

   "This is a really good design, and I like the screen name idea." She
looked up at him standing alongside her chair and ran her hand along his
cock under his pants.  "Shall we turn your shy, conservative wife into a
public whore?"

   "Just so long as you remain my private fucktoy," he said, stroking her
hair and pushing her head against himself.  She felt his cock thickening
under her touch and pressed her lips against his bulge.  He pushed her head
against him with one hand while with the other he started to undo his belt.
She brought up both hands to help and soon she had his zipper pulled down.
He opened his pants so she was kissing his underwear, then he pulled out
his thick cock and began tapping it against her cheek.  "Just open your
mouth, bitch," he said quietly when she brought her hands up to hold his
cock.  "Keep your hands down.  I'll handle this."

   She tilted her head back slightly to allow him easy access, opened her
mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue.  He tapped his cock against her
tongue and cheeks several times as he stroked himself to get harder, then
he put his hand on her head and pushed her forward slightly.  She eagerly
wrapped her lips around his cock head and began moving up and down his
thickening rod.  He pushed the strap of her little top off her shoulder and
reached down to grope her little exposed tit, squeezing her nipple sharply.

   She flinched at the quick pain and tightened her lips around his cock,
taking him deeper into her mouth.  He pushed the other strap down, and now
her tits were completely exposed.  He pushed her head down a little,
forcing the cock deeper toward her throat.  She gagged a bit and had to
pull back to get some air.  As soon as she had recovered, he pushed her
back onto his cock and slid deep again.  Now he had shifted into full
face-fuck mode, thrusting his cock into her.  She fought the desire to use
her arms to control his movements, since she knew he would knock them away.

   She gagged again and pulled away to catch her breath.  He batted her
tongue and face with his cock, now sopping wet from her spit.  She coughed,
and some of her drool landed on her tits.  She could feel it dripping off
her nipples.  She wrapped her lips around him again and moved up and down
the stiff length.  After a while, he pulled out and was stroking himself,
building up to an orgasm.  He tapped it against her tongue and then thrust
into her as his cum exploded into her mouth and down her throat.  She
swallowed the first bursts, but then it was too much for her and she
coughed what was in her mouth past his cock and onto her tits and the
floor.

   He stepped back and wiped the tip of his wet, dripping cock onto her
cheeks.  She was gasping, trying to recover her breath when he took a
couple steps back and shifted his cock back into his pants.  "You can work
like that for a while.  I'll go check on dinner.  If the straps get in the
way of using your arms, take the shirt off.  I'll be back in an hour."

   He left her kneeling on the floor, still catching her breath.  She
looked down at her little tits, covered in her spit and his cum.  He had
shifted into his dominant phase, and now was her time to be submissive.  As
she struggled to her feet, she pushed her little top down over her hips. 
She would get back to work, wearing nothing but her little thong panties.

   THE SITE HAD BEEN LIVE for ten days when she got her first dare idea
from a member.  "Fill your gas tank wearing nothing but a short halter top
and thong panties.  Once the pump is going, lift your top and show us your
tits for 10-15 seconds." This idea thrilled and terrified her.  It'll be
just like wearing a bikini, she told herself, though she knew that, even
during her phase under Alyssa's influence, she had never gone off the beach
in a bikini without wearing a shirt over it.

   She had to figure out how to prop the camera or phone to record the
dare. Her gas tank was on the passenger side, so she would have to open
that door before she pumped.  That would look strange, she thought, and
might attract attention.  There did not seem to be any way around that, so
she spent some time figuring how to prop the camera on the armrest and get
a good view of the gas tank area.

   On the day in question, a Saturday, she put on the thong and the tiny
halter top and looked at herself in the mirror.  These are a whole lot
thinner-and skimpier-than any bikini I have worn, she thought, and waves of
anxiety rippled through her whole body.

   But she was determined, so she grabbed one of Sterling's shirts to cover
herself when she walked out to the car.  There was a light breeze that was
cooler than she had expected, so she was covered in goosebumps and her
nipples instantly got hard and stood out against the thin material of her
top.  She turned on the heater as soon as she got in the car, but the warm
air did nothing to keep her from shaking or her hands from feeling cold.

   She drove south for almost an hour to the more rural parts of the
county, even past the horse farm where they had just started taking their
daughter for riding lessons.  She wanted to be far from anybody who might
recognize her, even with her sunglasses and floppy hat.  She also wanted to
find a gas station unlikely to have many other cars.

   It took her much longer to find a station after the last horse farm, and
she had begun to worry that it might not be so easy.  But then she came to
a traffic circle with a gas station on one of the quadrants, and she pulled
in.  She turned off the engine and took off the shirt.  With her heart
pounding, she stepped out of the car in her tiny thong, halter top, and
floppy hat sandals.  She walked around the front of the car to open the
passenger door and start the phone camera recording, and then she walked to
the gas tank and slid in her credit card.

   She did not think anybody had seen her, but she was shivering.  The
breeze had raised the goosebumps again, and her hard nipples were pushing
against the loose tops, but she knew the shivering was from nerves.

   Once the gas was flowing into the tank, she turned and was about to
raise her shirt when another car pulled in to the other island of pumps. 
She froze.  Her stomach instantly tightened, and she felt her pussy
quivering and her body shaking even more.  She heard the car door open and
the sound of the pump being started.  She heard talking also and soon
figured that the person was on a cell phone, so maybe was too busy to
notice her.  She lifted her top to expose her nipples and turned toward the
camera, counting seconds in her head.  Before she got very far, the handle
of the pump clicked off with a loud sound.  Her tank was full.  In a rush,
she pulled the hose out and sprinkled a little gas on herself.  She had to
try a couple times to get it back into the holder and started back to the
front of the car, then realized she had not closed her tank.  She went
back, stumbled, closed the tank, closed the passenger door, ran around the
front of the car, and jumped in.  She started the car and drove off,
stopping at the last minute to make sure there was no traffic coming on the
circle.

   She got about half a mile away when she spotted a space by the side of
the road where she pulled off and reached over to grab her phone.  She had
left it recording, so she would have to edit out the last few minutes, but
she wanted to see how it came out.

   She would have to edit the first couple of minutes, since they involved
opening the door and her walking to the pump, though she had to admit that
the view of her fat little ass was kind of cute.  The angle of the camera
was pretty good; it captured her body and her actions without showing her
face, though she might have to crop the top a little.  Her stomach showed
up well, and it was clear that her nipples were hard under the halter top.
There was the moment when she started to lift her top, then stopped in
reaction to the other car.  Some time passed before she lifted the top
again, but then she did not turn far enough, so that only the side of one
tit was visible, while her arm blocked the other one.  Although she was
sure she counted ten seconds, the exposure really only lasted five, at
most. Then the pump stopped, she turned and put it away, and ran back
toward the front.

   That was disappointing, she thought, and tossed the phone onto the
passenger seat.  Maybe the requesting member would be happy with a good
view of her ass and the thong molding her pussy mound.  This was not a
promising start to this new venture.

   She leaned back in her seat and stared vaguely at the field across the
street.  Off in the distance were some large buildings, maybe associated
with a farm, she wondered.  It seemed so isolated, so quiet and peaceful.
Then she heard the rumble of a truck coming from behind her, and she
realized she was sitting there in just her top and thong.  Her first
thought was to hide herself in some way.  Her second was to turn and wave.
Before she could get organized, though, the truck had passed, shaking the
car in the process.

   This gave her an idea, though.  She grabbed her phone, got out, and
walked around to the gas tank.  She leaned against the car and took a few
selfies, playing with the gas cap, lifting her top, leaning against the
rear window.  Then she heard another truck coming.  She moved to the side
of the car, so she would be less visible from the road, and took her top
off completely.  She had to twist a little, but she got some shots of
herself, topless, leaning against the car, with the truck approaching
behind her.  At the last minute, she ducked down, pulled on her top, and
opened the passenger door to get her shirt out in case the driver stopped
to see if she needed help.

   He drove straight by.  She pulled the shirt on and walked around to get
back in the car.  She flipped through the pictures she had taken.  A few
came out pretty well, particularly one of her topless, leaning against the
car with the sun highlighting her tits, and the truck clearly visible.  As
she started the engine, she thought the video was good enough to post with
a story about how it had not quite worked out, and she could send the
pictures to the fan who suggested the dare, as sort of a compensation. 
"Sorry the dare didn't work out; here are my tits anyway.  Better luck to
both of us next time."

   As she pulled back onto the highway, she felt better and more relaxed
than she had since leaving home.  This was going to work out, she thought,
and her pussy tingled in confirmation.

   AFTER ANOTHER COUPLE OF WEEKS, a few more fans had made requests, and
she was figuring out ways to make them happen.  The one who had suggested
the gas station dare, whom she thought of as First Requester, appreciated
her special pictures and had made another suggestion.  She continued to
post material they already had on hand as promotional images.  She was
seeing more people reacting to her postings with likes and comments.  The
site was growing, and she and Sterling were developing new ideas on their
own for more pictures, more videos, and more dares.

   A little more than a month after her scopophilia conversation with Dr.
Bill, she came to work wearing tight slacks and a loose top with no bra. 
This was uncharacteristic for her, since she always maintained a
professional appearance.  A few times, she had worn a snug dress that
allowed her to go braless with no discernible jiggle.  She had bought some
crotchless panties that gave her access to her pussy during quiet moments.
On this day, though, with the white lab coat on and buttoned, nobody would
know that she was anything but fully professional.

   At the end of the day, when everybody was gone from the clinic area, she
left the lab coat in her office and walked toward Bill's office,
unbuttoning her loose shirt halfway down.  "Got a moment?" she asked as she
leaned against his door frame.  It was a kick to see his eyes go wide as he
took in the open shirt and the bare space between her tits.  He nodded and
said nothing.

   She took a couple steps into the office and leaned on his desk.  The
shirt shifted forward, and she was pretty sure that he was seeing at least
one of her bare little tits.  "I want to let you know that I've become more
active in my 'passive scopophilia,'" she said with a laugh, causing her
tits to shake a little.

   Bill tried to respond, but he seemed to be having trouble breathing. 
She stepped around behind the desk and leaned over his shoulder, bringing
her tits just a couple inches from his face.  She put an index card down on
his desk.  "You should look up this website."

   His hands were shaking as he tried to type the url.  He could smell her,
with a slight glance to the left he could see her tit and nipple right next
to him, her hair was brushing against his ear.  Finally, after a few false
starts, the site ForFans opened.  "Let me," she said, reaching over to the
keyboard.  "When you're home, you can create your own login.  For now, I'll
give you a free glimpse." She hit Enter and stepped back around to the
front of the desk.

   He stared as he scrolled the screen as pictures of his colleague with
her nipples exposed, topless, naked from behind.  There were videos
scattered among the pictures.  She was driving in a bra, pumping gas in her
underwear, jogging topless.  He was getting dizzy.  He looked up at her,
his mouth hanging open.

   She was leaning against his office door, which she had closed.  She had
undone a couple more buttons on her shirt, and he could see even more of
the mound of her breasts.  "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his throat
dry, with a sense of wonder

   "Why am I making this site?  Or why am I here today?" She was resting
her finger inside her open shirt, shifting it slightly back and forth. 
Bill was just staring at her and waved a hand, unable to form a sentence.

   "I'm making the site because I've realized that I'm a horny little slut
who loves to expose herself to strangers and to hear their comments and
requests." She undid the last two buttons of her shirt and let the two
panels fall to the side.  "I'm here because I promised you there would be
more and because we cover the two ends of scopophilia.  Right?  We work
together, we're a team." She was rubbing her fingers lightly over her
stomach.  Berman just stared at her.

   "Are you surprised to hear your poster girl for the practice call
herself a horny little slut?  Don't worry, I'm still the very competent
physician with the killer smile and the auburn hair, and a wonderful mother
and wife.  I love being all of those, and I love being a dirty, naughty
slut."

   She was running one finger of each hand just inside the waistband of her
tight slacks, and Bill was shifting more and more in his chair.  She smiled
at him.  "I'd love to go further for you, it's just that I think you should
match me." She ran her fingers up her stomach to just below the mound of
her tits, still keeping her nipples covered.  "Maybe unbutton your shirt."

   His breath remained shallow as he started unbuttoning the shirt from his
neck down.  She ran her fingers up over the inner mound of her tits,
temptingly brushing against the shirt.  She watched him pull his shirt out
of his pants and undo the last buttons.  He looked at her, then pulled his
t-shirt up.  As soon as he had bared his own nipples, she moved the shirt
off her shoulders and let it fall.  She slid her hands back up her sides
and cupped her tits, pressing them together for him.  He let out a gentle
sigh and smiled while rubbing his hands over his stomach.

   "We've got a few other ideas in mind, and we're asking for suggestions
from our fans.  I'll expect you to contribute.  This weekend, we're going
to a furniture store or maybe a hardware store.  Somewhere.  I'm certainly
going to flash these," pointing toward her tits, "and I may just be bold
enough to try this." She slid her fingers into the waistband of her tight
slacks, turned around, and bent over as she pushed the slacks down off of
her bare ass and down to her knees.

   She heard him let out a long, sibilant gasp.  Bent down that way, she
knew he could see at least her bare ass and probably her thick pussy lips
resting between her legs.  She began to feel some twitching in her pussy,
and her own breath was getting shallow.  After a few seconds, she began to
worry that she might start getting faint, with her head down and her
breathing so light.  Slowly, she stood up, keeping her back to him, giving
him some time to admire her ass in its natural roundness.  She smiled at
the thought, then slowly turned around with her hand over the slit of her
pussy.  She was, essentially, stark naked in a senior colleague's office
and not for any respectable reason.  Her pussy was throbbing, and her head
was spinning.

   She was pleased to see that he had started to undo his pants and was now
lifting his butt in order to push them down.  When he saw that she was
facing him, he froze, and a look of fear and panic covered his face, but
then he gulped, gritted his teeth, and pushed them down.  His half-hard
cock flopped out and to the side, and his balls lay nestled against his
thighs.  Now it was her turn to feel herself go pale.  At the sight of his
nakedness, she slid her hand up her stomach and took a little step to the
side, giving him a clear view of her meaty pussy.

   She was trembling.  She felt the electricity of the tension between
them. The combination of fear, arousal, and other feelings she could not
identify were rushing through her and causing her head to spin.  Her
armpits were drenched in sweat.  At the same time, she wanted to grab her
shirt and run out of the building, never to return, and she wanted to reach
over and wrap her hand around his cock and put the head into her mouth. 
She had seen a fair number of cocks as a doctor, but never sexually touched
any but her husband's since they had become engaged.  A sudden forgotten
memory of having stripped naked for a bunch of strangers taking pictures
came rushing back and sent her spinning even more.  It was shortly after he
had asked her to marry him, and she had never told him about that day.

   She ran her hand back down her stomach and placed two fingers on either
side of her pussy.  She pushed in and pulled up, a maneuver to expose her
clit and pussy lips that she had been practicing since she had seen a woman
on another site do it.  She watched Bill, who was transfixed watching her
and loosely stroking his cock, which she saw was getting stiffer.

   She ran her fingers down her pussy and began spreading the labia,
opening them like curtains.  She brought her second hand down to spread
them even farther.  Bill moaned and started stroking faster.  "Don't rush,"
she whispered and slid a finger down between her pussy lips until it found
the opening to her cunt and slid inside.  Even as he slowed his stroking,
his moan rose to a higher pitch, conveying his conflicting desires to cum
right away or to stretch the joy out as long as he could.

   Her cunt was feeling hungry, and she slid a second finger in to fill it
up.  She bent down to keep the two fingers straight and fuck herself with
one hand while she rubbed her clit and mound with the other to increase the
sensations.  She looked up and saw that Bill's cock had lengthened and that
he was stroking it faster.  Now she was losing control.  A prolonged moan
came out of her as she struggled to keep herself on the edge, but the sight
of his cock in his thrusting hand was pushing her closer.

   Suddenly, Bill pushed further back in his chair, his head rolling
sideways.  His body tightened then, with a gasp, released, and a white
stream shot out of his cock.  She echoed his gasp and fiercely rubbed her
clit with her wet fingers until her body too tightened and released in
succeeding waves of orgasm.  With each one, she slipped further down the
wall until she found her bare ass sitting on the floor.

   Bill was moaning in his chair, and for a few seconds she was completely
limp.  Bill's chair moved.  He got up, his pants still down his legs, and
walked stiffly over to the sink in the corner of his office, getting some
paper towels to clean himself off.  She struggled to her feet, pulled up
her slacks, and picked her shirt off the floor.  He turned slightly as she
started to put it on, then turned back away.

   "Hey," she said and stepped over to him.  The blouse was unbuttoned and
hanging loose.  She put her hand on his shoulder, then gave him a hug as he
turned around.  She held him for a few seconds, then stepped back and
started buttoning her shirt.  "Sign up for the site, and I'll give you a
discount.  Send me some dares and ideas." He nodded as he tucked in his
shirt.  "Don't think of Andrea, the respectable doctor.  Think of MiranDa,
who wants to be bought, who is begging to be bribed into being the
sluttiest whore she can be."

   They stood there silently for at least a minute, neither sure what to do
next.  Finally Bill said, "Thank you," and Andrea smiled.  "Thank you," she
said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "I'll see you Monday."

   The evening breeze cleared her head when she stepped out of the
building. Opening her car door, she looked back, wondering what Bill must
be thinking.  For herself, she thought as she started the engine, "That
felt really good . . .  really fucking good." And she drove off.