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   The Dare MD Ch.  05

   She films her longest dare and gets off watching herself.

   She moved languidly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, a wine glass in
her hand.  She looked at the traffic below, the low buildings along the
river, the office buildings nearby, and the hotel across the way.  There
were still a few people in some of the offices, and some in their hotel
rooms, sitting, unpacking, getting ready to go somewhere.  She took a sip
of the wine and put it down on the low table off to the side.

   She leaned closer to the window and put up her hand as though to wave to
anybody who might be watching.  She noticed at least one man at a window
across the way.

   He may be watching . . .  or not, or at least not yet.  The sun was
still fairly bright, and all the lights in the room were on, in addition to
panel lights for the camera that Sterling was operating behind her.  It
would not be hard for anybody to see her.

   She ran her hands over the pullover covering her tits, down her stomach,
around her waist, and then down her legs, bending over slightly till she
took hold of the tight skirt and pulled it up slowly, gradually exposing
her black tights, the built-in garters, and her bare skin rising to her
bare pussy.  She held the skirt there for a moment, feeling the tingling
excitement running through her exposed skin as she sensed that two, maybe
three men across the way had stopped what they were doing and were looking
over at her.

   She let the skirt go and smoothed it down over her legs, then
slowly-every move was slow and purposeful-brought her hands up to lift her
short-sleeve pullover.  With one graceful move, she pulled it over her
head, letting her long auburn hair cascade down over her shoulders.  She
held the sweater for a moment before dropping it, then brought her hands up
to cup her exposed tits as she stared directly across the street at one of
the men watching her.  He did not move, and she swore she could feel his
shallow breath as he gawked at her.  She smiled.

   She ran her hands up into her hair and pulled it off to the side, then
let it fall down over her shoulders.  She moved her shoulders back and
forth, very gently, very slowly, letting her little tits shift.  The other
two men that she could see were still at their windows, watching,
transfixed.  Maybe there were others too.

   Moving her hands over her tits and down her stomach, she turned slightly
to one side and let her fingers drift into the waistband of her skirt.  She
continued turning as her hands moved around the sides till they got to her
ass.  She bent forward and pushed down on the skirt, letting her hands ride
over her soft, round ass and down the textured stockings till the skirt
fell to the ground.

   An electric rush shot through her, challenging the quiet, languid mood
she had created.  She was totally nude, except for stockings, within sight
of complete strangers, uninvited and unknown.  Even though she kept the
slow pace as she stood, her heart was pounding, her breathing was fast and
shallow, and her head was spinning.  Nonetheless, she turned toward them,
resting her hands on the window, and stepped wide, her knees slightly bent,
to give them the best chance of seeing her meaty pussy lips.  She sensed
that Sterling was filming close, letting the camera gaze over her skin, the
hair over her shoulders, her fat little ass.  She began swaying in front of
the windows, watching the men from a distance as they watched her.  With a
slight dip of her head, she stepped over to the table to pick up her wine,
raised the glass toward them, and turned to walk toward the bedroom.  She
saw that Sterling was taking close aim at her pussy and ass as she walked
by.

   Somehow, she felt bolder when she got into the bedroom.  Standing at the
same floor-to-ceiling windows, she danced sensually and slowly, brushing
against the sheer curtain along its side.  From the slightly different
angle, she was not sure whether the three men were still watching, but in
her mind she was dancing for them, offering her little tits, her fat little
ass, and meaty pussy for their pleasure.

   After a few minutes, she drifted away from the window over toward the
bed.  Standing next to it, she bent down gracefully, sliding her hands
along the texture of her stockings, down one leg, up the next, Sterling
following her delicate fingers as they traveled over the intricate design
of the mesh.  She sat down and reached for the straps of her shoes, played
with them, then slowly undid one, then the other.  She lay back on the bed,
raised her legs in the air, Sterling following every graceful move, and
rolled over onto her side.

   The camera followed her fingers as they traced the contours of her body,
riding over the tiny mounds of her tits, drawing circles around her
nipples, then running down along her stomach.  She lay back slightly and
opened her legs, letting Sterling get a good view of her open pussy.  After
a short time, she rolled forward to close them, then rolled back to open
them again.  She knew he was getting a closer look than she had ever
allowed on this site, and her heart was racing, but she kept her pace, slow
and languid.  She reached one leg down to drag a pillow from the bed and
pull it between her legs, just enough to give herself a little cover.

   After another playful minute, she lay on her back, slid her fingers
under the garter belt of her stockings, curled up her legs, and slowly slid
them off.  She pulled them off each foot, stretched out each leg in turn,
and tossed the stockings off the side of the bed.  She was totally nude,
nothing to hide behind, and Sterling was slowly scanning every inch of her
bare skin as she rolled over onto her stomach, spread her legs slightly,
and pushed her ass slightly into the air.

   This was where her dare would end for her public posting.  After a
pause, she reached her hand between her legs and up toward her pussy to
start the bonus for the fan who had come up with the idea.  With one
finger, she stroked her pussy lips, already wet from her exposure to the
city, separating them, and then gracefully slid one long finger inside.

   She sighed as it went in, not just at the sexual tingle, but also at the
knowledge that this would be the first time that a stranger, somebody she
would never meet, was to see her fingering herself and getting herself off.
And if she decided to offer it for special sale, there would be several
strangers.  The thought sent another rush through her as her finger slid in
and out of her wet channel.

   Soon she slid in a second finger, and the added thickness was leading
her to writhe and twist her hips.  She and Sterling had agreed that she
would stay on her stomach for this bonus video and that, as she stroked
herself with her fingers, he would record different parts of her body, so
they could create a beautiful erotic video, not just a blatant look at
finger-fucking.  As much as she wanted to roll over and pound her pussy
with her fingers, she kept control, trusting in Sterling to get good
pictures.

   When her body began quivering, though, she knew that she would not have
much more control.  She let out a long, quiet moan to let Sterling know
that she was about to cum, and she sensed him moving to the side of the bed
where he could be pointing the camera right up between her legs, straight
at her pussy.  With her thumb pressing on her clit as she stroked her
fingers in and out, her hips began shaking and her pussy clenching around
her fingers as the orgasm flowed from her pelvic area through her body and
arms and legs.  Her hips bucked three times with decreasing strength as she
gasped in response.  After the last one, she let her legs relax and her
hips settle down onto the bed.  She ran her hands up through her hair as
though to capture the fleeting sensations of the orgasm, then let herself
rest and drift into a slight doze.

   SHE AWOKE WHEN SHE FELT THE BED SHIFT slightly, followed by Sterling's
light touch along her legs, moving up from her feet to her hip.  Next came
his lips on her butt cheek, teeth biting gently, then kissing their way up
her back.  Slowly, more and more of his body came in contact with hers,
till he was close to covering her, from his feet against hers, his hands on
her shoulders to support his weight as his torso rested along her back. 
She felt his cock stiffening against her thigh and its head just resting
against her pussy lips.  She slid her hand under her stomach until she
could just reach the tip with her fingers.  Just that touch was enough to
trigger another surge against her thigh.

   She shifted slightly, and he lifted himself so she could turn over.  He
lowered himself back down onto her, and she guided his cock to her pussy,
still wet from her previous efforts, now throbbing again at the prospect of
his cock inside her.  She always got a thrill when she held him in her
fingers like that, the contrast between the spongy head and the stiff
shaft, the blood pulsing in his veins.  There was another thrill when she
stroked his stiffness against her own soft wetness, and he responded by
pushing forward to the tight opening that stretched as his cock pushed in,
and her lungs filled with a gasping intake of breath as her body reacted to
his invasion.

   Slowly and gently, in and out, his cock filled her warm, wet cunt on the
way in, then her thick pussy lips gripped his rod on the way out.  The slow
rhythm sent sensations through both of them.  After a few minutes, he
pulled his legs up under her, so he could sit up and slide in deeper.  He
took advantage of his upright position to squeeze her tits and tweak her
already hard nipples.  She moaned as he increased the pace of fucking. 
Then with a practiced move, he slid his arms under her back and lifted her,
rocking back on his heels till they were upright, and she bore down on his
rigid cock with the pull of gravity.  She dug her fingers into his back,
gripping hard and moaning in response to his ever deeper penetration.

   Moving one leg at a time, he shifted to the side of the bed and stood
up. Bearing her weight on his legs, he shifted around so he could lie back
down with her ass facing the window.  Not that anybody would be able to see
them at that angle.  The evening had grown darker, and fewer lights were on
in their room, but the mere possibility that they could be exposed gave
them both an extra thrill.

   She stayed pressed down on his cock till he smacked her ass and pushed
up with his hips.  Then she lifted her hips, sliding herself up the length
of his cock, squeezed her cunt muscles around the head, and slid back down.
At first, she picked up speed, riding him up and down with a fast rhythm,
sending new waves through the engorged veins in his thick rod.  Then she
slowed down and tightened her cunt muscles around his cock, dragging her
thick pussy lips along the rigid shaft.  She knew that alternating in this
way would push him toward the edge.  His moans were getting louder and less
controlled, and his grip on her arms was getting tighter, almost painful.
And then, when she thought he was getting close to bursting, she pushed all
the way down, squeezed her cunt as hard as she could, and just gave short
thrusts, almost bouncing, till he let out a loud gasp.  His body shook, and
she felt his cock swell and explode inside her.  His gasps accompanied each
burst, and he was bouncing his head against the bed.  This pushed her over
her own edge, and her body quaked against his.  Finally, he threw his arms
around her and pulled her head down to his.  She nestled her face into the
crook of his neck and kissed him intensely and passionately as his orgasm
slowly dwindled, and he gradually went limp.

   After a few minutes, she rolled over, and they just rested there for a
while.

   THE SITE WAS JUST STARTING ITS FIFTH MONTH.  Andrea recognized a number
of regular fans, most of whom made compliments to her posts and a few of
whom had started to recommend dares.  Most of these were pretty
straightforward, like going through a drive-through with just a thin shirt
on, changing panties in a public area, and even taking off her thong in a
restaurant, under the table, and leaving it with the tip.  She had also
taken bolder steps on her own, such as flashing her ass and pussy after
that restaurant dare and posting a video she had made earlier, where she
played with her pussy lips on a park bench.  A couple of fans had made
outrageous requests that she immediately turned down, but a few others were
beginning to make some bolder suggestions.

   The window strip dare had come from a fan who went by the name of
baudelaire49, apparently a fan of French literature.  He had made some nice
comments on some of her earlier posts and had proposed a neat grocery
shopping dare that involved exposing her tits and ass when she bent down;
he said this was based on an incident earlier in his life.  The window
strip idea, though, came from a story he had written and published on an
erotic literature site.  He said he had loosely based the main character on
her.  She had liked the story, and she and Sterling thought the balcony
scene would be a good way to push her boundaries, really challenge her to
go outside her comfort zone.

   Editing the long video from that session turned out to be more of a
challenge than she expected, mostly because she kept getting so turned on
watching herself strip that she frequently stopped to get herself off. 
When that happened, she lost track of what she had planned next steps had
to go back a little to find her place.  This became even more of a
challenge when she got to the bonus scene, where she was watching herself
masturbate.  But with a couple of late-night sessions and one full weekend,
thanks to Sterling taking the children to see his parents, she finally
finished editing.  "Nice job," Sterling said when he looked it over.

   She posted the dare, her longest yet at nine minutes, early in the
evening, with a longer than usual introduction:

   "This dare was a super turn on.  On a business trip, we had an amazing
room with a great view.  As the sun was setting, and with all the lights
on, I stripped fully nude at our floor-to-ceiling windows.  From what I
saw, three guys across the street saw pretty much the whole thing and maybe
others too.  This was crazy fun.  I went waaaay beyond my normal limits and
shot a bonus scene of myself getting off and cumming for the fan who gave
me the idea.  I'll probably never post it, since it's way outside my
comfort zone...but it's reallly hot.  Maybe some day, for a price? ...  I
don't know.  Anyway, enjoy, like and comment!"

   She knew the uploading would take a while, so she went down for dinner.
After the kids were in bed, she went back to the computer.  The video was
live, and she already had a couple of likes and comments.

   Then she wrote a message to baudelaire49, asking if he had seen the post
and if he was at his computer.  About twenty minutes later, he answered
that he could be there around ten o'clock.  She spent the next hour
half-heartedly working on some other videos and pictures.  She got more
nervous as time passed.  Not just because the bonus video was such a
departure for her, the first time she had exposed herself like this.  She
also felt close to a few of her fans, including him, and she just really
wanted him to like it.

   Shortly before ten, a message popped up on her screen: "Are you there?"

   "I am," she replied.  "Have you seen the post?"

   "Yes, I scanned it.  It looks beautiful.  Are you going to send the
bonus?"

   "I wanted to be here when you first saw it.  Are you ready?"

   "Sure." She clicked the button and sent the video on its way.

   There was silence, then he wrote, "Processing."

   "So nervous," she replied, and they lapsed into some more silence.

   "Got it," he said after a couple minutes.  "Watching now."

   She fidgeted in her chair and began lightly rubbing her pussy through
her panties as she waited for him.  The bonus was five minutes long, and it
felt like an hour.  Then a message popped up.

   "My god, that was glorious.  So beautiful!" She felt a rush of relief
and excitement that he had liked it, but she wanted to know more.  "Can you
talk some more," she asked.

   "The pace of both pieces was just perfect, slow, graceful, nothing
rushed.  Even when you slid your finger into yourself, it was ...  elegant,
it felt like.  Very sensual, erotic.  And the camera movements,
particularly when it moved over your ass and down your leg, then shot up
toward your pussy from your feet.  Really, a work of art."

   She was so relieved that he liked it and that, as she said to him, it
came across as something erotic rather than pornographic.  They chatted a
bit more, and he ended with, "Just beautiful.  I may just watch it again.
And again ...  And again..." After he signed off, she went to find
Sterling. She wanted to share her joy at this new direction with him.

   AT AROUND 1:00 IN THE MORNING, she woke up, still resting next to
Sterling.  She listened to his quiet breathing for a few minutes, enjoying
the warmth and smell of his body, then slid to her side of the bed and got
out.  She picked up a short robe, threw it over her shoulders, and headed
to the guest room.

   When the computer came to life, she was pleased to see a couple more
comments on her long post.  There was another message from baudelaire49,
once again praising the pace and camera work of the bonus.  Then she opened
the next file in the video folder.

   The file flickered to life with a camera view of the floor-to-ceiling
windows in their hotel room.  It was the next morning, and the camera was
on a tripod, closer to the floor.  The image wobbled a little as the camera
was adjusted, then Sterling's bare legs came into view, with the tip of his
cock at the top of the frame.  He made a few more adjustments, then turned
and walked toward the window.  Then her bare legs came into view, followed
by her fat little ass and her hands cuffed behind her.  As she moved toward
the window, it became apparent that she was on a leash, being led by
Sterling.

   He made her kneel at the window, now filled with early morning sun.  The
leash was hooked to a thick choke collar with the word WHORE in bold
letters.  Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes were covered
with a mask.

   He dropped the leash and left her there, completely naked on full view
for anybody who might chance to look her way.

   Watching this on her monitor, Andrea leaned back in her chair and
started playing her fingers over her pussy lips.  She remembered the
feeling of knowing she was on display, but not certain whether anybody
could actually see her.  She watched as Sterling came back into the picture
and stood right in front of her, loosening and shaking his cock.  She
remembered sensing his return, followed by the surprise when he first
smacked her cheek with his cock.  She opened her mouth to take him in, but
instead he kept hitting her and stroking himself to get hard.  As soon as
she closed her mouth to wait, he pressed the head against her lips, and she
opened up to take him in.

   As she watched him fuck her face, Andrea slid two fingers into her
sopping wet pussy.  She loved the feel of his hardening cock in her mouth,
feeling the textures and ridges of the head and veins as he fucked in and
out between her lips and on her tongue.  In the office, she moaned as her
fingers rubbed the front of her cunt wall as she watched herself gag when
he pushed deeper into her throat than she expected.  Sterling gave her a
moment to recover, then pushed his way back in, challenging her to take him
deeper with each thrust.  And in the office, Andrea slid further down into
the chair, rubbing her thumb along her clit as now three fingers pumped
into her cunt.  Her gasps and moans obliterated the low sound coming out of
the monitor.

   On screen, she gagged a couple more times, then he pulled out and stoked
his cock until he shot a heavy load of cum onto her face and tits and
stomach.  His loud grunts mingled with her sudden gasps in her chair as
seeing him cum pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm.





   She lay back in the chair, her fingers still resting on her pussy lips.
She knew what came next: Sterling let her lick the last drops of cum from
his cock, then left her at the window while he took a quick shower and
dressed in time to let Room Service in with breakfast.  She remembered the
fear that came over her as she wondered whether the attendant could see her
in the bedroom, naked.

   After Room Service had left, Sterling came back into the bedroom and
helped her stand, wobbly from kneeling so long.  He removed the blindfold
and kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth as he wrapped one arm
around her and cupped her little tit with the other hand.  He rubbed off
some of the crust of his dried cum from her nipple.

   With her fingers still caressing her pussy lips, Andrea ran the video
forward, past breakfast next to the window, to the point where he set her
up in the swivel arm chair facing the window.  He had propped her legs on
the arms of the chair and told her to cross her hands on top of her head.
"I am going to set the timer," he had told her, "you stay like this till it
rings.  I've got to get to my workshop." And he left, never telling her how
long he had set it for.

   As Andrea watched herself in the video, sitting naked and totally
exposed at the window, with the word WHORE emblazoned across her neck, she
reached for the vibrator in the drawer next to the computer.  She turned it
on and began rubbing it along her pussy lips and clit, as she remembered
sitting there, wondering if the three men across the way had returned. 
Would they tell others?  Would she have a big audience?  The vibrator,
coupled with the memory of how desperately she wanted to get herself off at
the window, was making her head spin.  She pushed her feet against the desk
and leaned back in the chair, gasping loudly as she furiously rubbed her
clit to push her over the edge.  Her hips bucked up at the first wave of
the orgasm that hit her, one foot slipped off the desk, and she dropped the
vibrator.  It was buzzing on the floor as she continued to rub her clit
through the next several waves.  After the last one, the other foot dropped
to the floor, and she had slipped so far out of the chair that she just had
to slide a little bit to wind up on the floor.  She grabbed the vibrator
and turned it off.

   The robe had fallen to the floor as well, and she reached over to pick
it up and put it on her shoulders, just to temper the chill a little.  This
was going to be their next phase for the site.  She would talk about
wanting to be a submissive, how her husband would be her dom, and how they
wanted to find new ways to expose her.  She would also encourage fans to
propose more aggressive custom scenarios.  I want to be bought and owned,
she would tell them.  Make me your own whore.  She was going to raise
membership fees and the prices for customs, because she wanted to make sure
that she had dedicated fans.  She knew she might push some away, but she
was pretty sure baudelaire49 and others would be glad to take up the
challenge and turn her into even more of a slut than she had ever imagined
she could be.



   The Dare MD Ch.  06

   She adds sub training to her dares.

   A few days after Andrea had posted the window strip dare, she sent the
bonus masturbation scene as a paid message to all members of the site. 
"Like I said, this was waaaay outside my comfort zone," she wrote in the
accompanying message, "so I'm really nervous about sending it, but it's
really hot, and I decided to offer it to people who will appreciate it...
and are willing to pay for it."

   Soon after that, she posted a video of herself kneeling naked at a
window facing the street with her hands cuffed over her head.  This time
she wrote, "I've always wanted to experiment with being a submissive.  I
asked my Dom (husband) to train me, push me, and I want you all to help. 
PM me your ideas.  We are going to incorporate some public/car/window fun,
and I MAY also send some paid messages with "hardcore/raunchy" stuff (or
MAYBE NOT, still not sure)"

   The immediate reaction was strong, with lots of likes, comments, and
tips.  Many fans sent suggestions, many of which were impractical or too
raunchy for her current tastes.  Over the next week, she posted a few more
pictures and videos of herself kneeling at the window, including one where
Sterling whacked her ass with a crop.

   They were lucky to both work at jobs that let them schedule some free
time two or three afternoons a week, where they were home alone and could
record some private activities.  On one such Thursday afternoon, when a
landscaping crew was working on their yard, Sterling came behind her in the
front room and said, "Time for your next training." He took off her t-shirt
and shorts, leaving her in just her thong in the middle of the room.

   She clearly saw the four men working on their yard through the window.
Sterling kissed her bare shoulder and cupped her small tits, rolling her
nipples.  She whimpered and felt her legs quiver as she stood there,
exposed.

   He was wearing just gym shorts and held her against his bare chest as he
played with her tits.  He slid his hands down her front, feeling the
texture of her stomach, till his fingers touched the elastic of her
waistband.  She held her breath as he pulled the thong away from her waist
and slowly pushed it down her legs.

   "Wait here," he said and walked away, leaving her naked in the middle of
the room.

   She desperately wanted to put her hands over her pussy and tits, yet she
also knew that Sterling would reprimand her, as her Dom, if she disobeyed
the rules.  So she waited, the sweat of anxiety building up under her arms.

   When he came back, he stood behind her and handed her a hair tie.  "Pull
your hair back," he said.  Raising her hands to her head brought her tits
forward and made her more self-conscious.  As Sterling stood close to her,
she felt something brush against her ass, and she realized he was now
naked. His cock had stiffened slightly and was brushing against her.  Her
pussy twitched at the thought that they were both on full view.

   "I've got something new for you," he said and held a small black leather
strap with the word SLAVE in bold silver letters.  "You'll wear this collar
whenever we do training or any exercise where you are a submissive." He
brought the collar to her neck and attached it.

   She put her hand up to it.  It was both humiliating and arousing to have
this sign of submission so blatantly attached to her.  "Now this," Sterling
said and covered her eyes with the blindfold.  Then he guided her into the
chair at the window.

   "Just sit back, fold your legs up into the chair, if they see anything,
it'll just be your cute little tits." She sensed him moving around behind
the chair.  "I've got the camera going, and I'll set the time for 15
minutes or so.  All you have to do is sit there and let it happen." And
then he left.

   At first, the whine of their equipment sounded muffled.  As it got
louder, Andrea felt her heart racing and her pussy throbbing.  Then there
was a sudden roar from a leaf blower that sounded like it was right outside
her window, and she jumped.  Her tits bounced, and she gasped as her pussy
twitched.  She resisted the impulse to cover herself.

   She felt a slight cramp in her legs, so shifted in the chair a little,
possibly exposing her pussy.  As the machine noises moved away, she heard
voices, probably from the men working with rakes and other manual tools. 
They were speaking Spanish, so she had no idea what they were saying.  A
couple of them laughed, and her pussy tightened at the thought that they
were laughing about her.  Then somebody called out to them in English, a
woman, and Andrea felt her body tightening even more.

   "Alberto, clean out these dead plants, then get those new ones from the
truck and plant them in the same place." The woman was right outside! 
Andrea knew exactly who this was, Cara, the landscape designer who had been
there a couple weeks ago to discuss what needed to be done.  Andrea's heart
was pounding, sweat was streaming from her armpits, her legs were
trembling. The woman was so fucking close!  And what if Cara was still at
the window when Sterling came back, naked?

   The sounds of conversation moved away, but Andrea was trembling in the
chair, and she felt her pussy leaking onto her legs.  Two or three voices
speaking in Spanish passed by the window, and she gripped the arms of the
chair to keep herself in place.

   Then the alarm started beeping quietly.  She relaxed a little as the
voices moved further away.  Sterling should be coming back soon, but the
alarm kept beeping.  He was testing her, she thought, and she would just
have to keep sitting there, a slave to her Dom.  She did not relax
completely, but she did feel her breath and her heart rate starting to slow
down.  Then she heard the door click and, a few seconds later, the alarm
stopped.  She waited.

   "Get up," he said quietly.  He took her hand as she stood and led her a
few steps into the room.  "Stop." He put his hands on her shoulders.  "Get
on your knees." She was a bit puzzled, since this had not been part of the
plan, but she complied.  She heard him walk away and then something being
dragged, the chair, she thought.  She sensed more movement, then silence.

   After a while, she was startled by a gentle tap on her cheek.  A couple
more, and then she felt stroking along her cheek and chin.  She soon
realized it was his cock.  She opened her mouth, and he placed it on her
tongue.  She closed her lips around it and started sucking.

   She loved sucking his cock, the feel of the soft head riding on her
tongue as the rest of it got thicker and harder.  She started to reach her
hands up to hold him, and Sterling said, "Keep your hands behind your back,
so they'll think you're tied up." He laughed as he pushed his cock slightly
forward.  She felt slightly out of balance and choked on him a little,
coughing some spit onto the floor and drooling onto her tits.

   An engine started up, and she knew the crew was outside the window
again. Maybe they would see them there, her proud naked husband with his
bitch slave wife at his feet, her mouth gagging on his thick cock, drooling
onto herself like a helpless whore.  And that crew boss would certainly
have no respect for such a shameless slut.  The prospects were dizzying and
sending tingling waves through her pussy as she continued to suck on
Sterling's thick meat.

   With the engines at their loudest, Sterling pulled his cock out of her
mouth.  She heard him stroking it, and soon she felt his hot load landing
on her chest and tits.  She opened her mouth, and he held his dripping cock
there for her to lick the last few drops.  She smiled and giggled, as she
knelt there, a slave to her husband and a treat for the landscapers.

   SHE SPENT A COUPLE NIGHTS editing the chair part of the video down to
about two and a half minutes.  She was developing a knack for
story-telling, she thought.  Here's Andrea sitting naked in the chair by
the window, her little tits on display.  Here's Andrea shifting in the
chair as the landscape crew is working.  Here's the crew getting close to
Andrea, all exposed.  Here's Andrea being really nervous as the leaf blower
guy is just inches away outside her window.

   In posting the video, she presented it as the next step in their
submissive training and commented, "Things got messy afterward." Several
fans asked what she had meant by that.  It took her a few extra days to
finish editing the blow-job video, because she kept getting turned on and
distracted.  When it was finally ready, she sent it out as a paid message,
saying:

   "OK fine, here's the bonus scene from the landscapers video.  The most
daring thing I have ever done...  REALLY nervous.  My Dom had me on my
knees with my hands behind my back sucking his thick cock in full view of
the landscapers.  It was a sloppy, drippy, messy BJ and I gagged a few
times on his girth.  At the end...there is a dude standing outside the
window while my Dom covers me with a HUGE load.  I'm charging as much as I
am because it's not my usual thing, but I would rather share it with a few
appreciative/select people than just everybody.  If you DARE to buy it..I
know you'll enjoy."

   She sat nervously for almost ten minutes before she finally pushed the
Send button and then had to restrain herself from immediately retracting
it. She walked away just to diminish the temptation.  When she returned an
hour later, there were already a few purchases and ecstatic comments about
the video.  "We did it," she said to Sterling, who had followed her into
the room.  "You did it, sweetheart," and before long, they were on the bed,
fucking.

   One of the early buyers was baudelaire49, the fan who had suggested the
window strip dare.  He was also one of the first to follow up on her
request to be bought and owned, to, as she put it, "make me your own
whore."

   "My dear MiranDare," he wrote, "I'm taking you up on your challenge.  I
want to own your fat little ass.  I want to make you my whore, my
submissive slut, subject to my demands, my whims.  I'm going to send you a
series of assignments that will extend your sub training and make you as
much my property as your dom's.  By the end of it, you will have exposed
yourself to me more than to anybody else except him.  You will truly be my
whore."

   Every time she read this message, she felt throbbing in her pussy.  She
was eager to accept the challenges, each requiring greater exposure and
offering higher payment.

   In the first, he ordered the whore to love her body as she stripped and
played with her pussy on camera.  In the second, he had her repeat some of
the sub training exercises she had posted on the site, but this time
exposing herself to the camera, whether standing, sitting, or bent over
with her ass cheeks spread.  She felt totally exposed, tits uncovered, long
pussy lips visible between her legs, playing with her pussy and fingering
herself, spreading her ass cheeks.  She had told him in the past that she
did not like exposing her ass, yet he still ordered her to do it, and she
had to submit.

   Each new challenge pushed her limits and made her more uneasy.  Each
time, he told her this was what a whore would do and offered more money,
and she gave in.  And each time she completed a challenge, she felt excited
that she had stepped past her comfort zone.  She was truly becoming more
and more of a whore for a complete stranger, and she loved it.

   The final challenge pushed her further than ever.  As with the others,
he had combined elements of things she had already done and then went at
least one step further.  "To complete your training," he wrote, "drive to a
secluded area, leave your clothes in the car, and take your vibrator and
dildo with you.  Film yourself walking, as you find an area close to a
roadway where you can set up the camera to see both you and passing cars.
Masturbate with the dildo and vibrator till you cum, then film your walk
back to the car.  Drive home naked.  Record the whole thing."

   She had done a few outside dares, usually with Sterling recording the
video.  This time, though, she would be alone, moving farther away from the
safety of her car than she had ever done.  And while she had played with
her pussy on camera outdoors, she had never used a toy or had an orgasm
outdoors.  She already felt the fear tightening her stomach.

   SHE PARKED IN THE OPEN SPACE near the trail she had used for a couple of
her dares.  She stepped out of the SUV and set the camera to record.  She
slid the strapless summer dress off and tossed it into the back seat.  Then
came her thong, and she was naked.  She put her SLAVE collar around her
neck, then took the pouch with her toys, locked the car, and headed down
the trail, the camera aimed at her body as she walked briskly along.

   The combination of cool breeze and warm sun on her naked skin and the
fear of being discovered created a continuous thread of excitement running
through her body.  The further she got from her car, the more the fear
dominated, and she could not tell whether the sweat running down her sides
came from the heat or the fear.  After a couple turns in the trail, she
could no longer see the car.  She felt completely isolated and exposed.

   When the trail faded into shrubs and grass, she took a turn into the
woods.  She was heading for a secondary road that turned off the county
highway; it led into a village with a small industrial plant, so there was
occasional traffic, including a few trucks.

   The shrubbery became thicker, and twigs and leaves were scratching and
tickling her as she moved.  She had to push some lower branches aside to
make her way, and the ground became rougher for her thin sandals.  The
occasional sound of passing cars grew louder, and she knew she was getting
closer.

   She reached a point where she saw the road through the trees, and she
started moving more carefully to make sure that she was not suddenly
exposed.  She heard the loud sound of a truck, and she spotted it flashing
through the trees ahead.

   She stood behind one tree till she was sure there was no traffic in
either direction, then she jogged forward to the next tree.  She did this
three more times.  Each time, the trees were thinner and more widely
spaced, so she was less protected.  The last tree before the road was
barely thick enough for her to hide behind, and she squatted down to get as
much cover as she could while she scouted the side of the road.  A little
off to her left, she saw some bushes right along the pavement and in
somewhat of a culvert, where she was pretty sure she could lie down and not
be seen from either direction.  She waited until the road was clear as far
as she could see, then sprinted over and crouched down behind the
shrubbery.

   Once she was safe and hidden, she set up the camera at a good position
to capture both her position and a fair stretch of the road behind her. 
After testing the setup, she settled down within the bushes to relax.

   Sitting back with her legs open, she started to stroke her pussy.  She
felt herself unwind as she spread her lips to each side and enjoyed feeling
the moisture form along the thick soft folds.  As she relaxed, she slid one
finger into herself and lifted her hips slightly as it went in.  After a
few strokes, she added a second and started rubbing her thumb over her
clit. As she gasped in reaction to the feelings that radiated out through
her body, a car drove past over her head.  She laughed at the thrill of
being so much out in the open.

   Now that she had loosened up, she pulled her glass dildo out of her
pouch and ran it along her wet pussy to get it lubricated.  Soon she held
the knobbed head to her cunt and pressed it firmly but gently against the
tight hole.  She gasped loudly as it pushed its way in, then sighed as she
slid it back and forth, getting her pussy wetter and looser with each
stroke.  With her free hand, she shook the vibrator out of the pouch,
clicked it on, and began rubbing it against her clit.  As the responses
built up in her and she began to quiver, she felt the vibrations of an
approaching truck, and the combination pushed her to an orgasm faster than
she expected.  As the truck roared past her, her whole body shook, and she
shouted into the roar of the truck.

   She fell back onto the ground and lay there limp, the dildo resting
inside her pussy and the vibrator still quivering in her hand.  A few more
cars drove by before she started to gather her forces to sit up.  The dildo
shifted inside her as she moved, and she decided she was not ready to take
it out.  Instead, she shifted onto her hands and knees and reached between
her legs to start fucking herself with the dildo again.

   As the sensations began to take over, she lowered herself onto her
shoulder and pushed her ass toward the camera.  Cars whizzing by above her
reinforced the sensations running through her, and soon another orgasm was
rocking her body and pressing her into the grass and dirt along the road.

   Soon the strength went out of her legs, and she collapsed on her side.
Her cunt wanted more, though, and she retrieved the vibrator.  She just
pushed the button and wound up setting it on the highest vibration, driving
herself into a rolling frenzy on the ground, her legs spread wide, bucking
her hips and rolling down the slight incline into the gulley below the
bushes.  She lay there, shaking, bucking, gasping, moaning, yearning for
the orgasm to rip through her completely until it left her drained and limp
along the road.

   The rumble of another truck woke her from her daze, and she crawled her
way back to behind the bushes, suddenly afraid that she might have rolled
away from her concealment.  She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and slid
it into the pouch, then she had to reach down to retrieve the vibrator. 
She sat there for another few moments, staring at the camera and thinking
about the best way to retrieve it and get back to safety behind the woods.
She was considering various approaches, playing each off against the other
to figure out which would protect her the most, when an impulse just pushed
them out of her mind.  Fuck it, she thought, and she stood up, not even
taking a moment to figure out if there were any cars approaching.

   She walked slowly over to the camera, bent down to pick it up, and
started across the open space toward the tree line.  As she walked, she
heard a car approaching on the far side of the road.  She suppressed the
instinct to run and continued her patient walk toward the trees.  She heard
something that sounded like a shout as the car went by, but she could not
be sure whether that was a trick of the wind or her imagination.

   She heard the rumble of a truck in the distance.  She stayed just behind
the first line of trees, definitely visible from the road, and the truck
blew its horn as it went by.  The driver must have seen her, she giggled,
though she hoped that the brief glimpse of her ass and tits had not
disturbed his driving.  Maybe the sight had provided a moment of beauty or
sexy delight in an otherwise regular day.

   She laughed out loud, berating herself for over-thinking the moment.  In
a split second, he had seen her naked ass, and maybe that was all it was.

   She got to the trail and headed back toward her car.  The path was
familiar, so she felt more comfortable.  As she walked, she noted some dirt
and grass stains on her knees and arms.  There were probably some on her
ass too.  She laughed and started whistling quietly as she picked up the
pace.  The sun felt warm on her bare arms, and she was really pleased at
how this adventure had turned out.

   She rounded a turn in the trail and suddenly noticed some movement in
the distance.  She slowed down and squinted.  It looked like a couple of
joggers heading her way.  Internally, she froze, although her feet kept
moving.  Her instinct was to jump into the bushes to hide, but they must
have seen her already.  If she hid, they might come looking for her.

   She clenched her fists as she walked.  She felt her stomach, her throat,
her jaw, her ass, her pussy, all tighten up in fear and anxiety.  Her eyes
started to tear up as she kept walking, heading right toward these two
figures getting closer and closer.  She was sure they could see her now. 
They kept moving, and so did she.  Yes, she wanted to run, yet she was also
determined to keep going.  As they got closer, she could make out that one
was female, the other male.  Was that better or worse than both the same?
By now, they must be able to see that she was naked and heading right
toward them.  Her brain was spinning, and her pussy started to throb.  She
had this strange thought that her smooth slit was flashing, "Look at me!"
This was the pinnacle of her exhibition, what she had pushed for in her
dares, to be discovered, to be seen, and yet it was also what she feared
the most.

   She kept her eyes aimed toward the end of the trail, where she would get
to the car.  And when they got abreast of her, she pushed her mouth into a
smile, flicking her eyes toward them.  The man looked at her and said,
"Hi," then looked at his running partner, who rolled her eyes.  They kept
on going, and so did she, filled with a giddy desire to run and hide.  The
sound of their running footsteps faded behind her.

   She stumbled, feeling a little dizzy, and realized that she had been
holding her breath as the joggers went past her.  She took a deep breath to
steady herself and kept moving toward the end of the trail.  She glanced
around as she walked, looking for other joggers or walkers, or anybody else
who might spot her, who might recognize the doctor's red hair, even though
she had tied it into braids to keep it under control during her escapade.

   Her legs were beginning to tremble as she walked, probably a result of
tension and the strain she had put on them through this whole experience.
She was feeling out of breath, and her entire body was covered in sweat,
dropping down her forehead, under her arms, making her thighs slippery, or
was that just leakage from her pussy?

   As she approached the final turn in the trail that would put her in
sight of the parking lot, she suddenly heard some running footsteps behind
her.  Had one of the joggers returned?  She kept on walking till somebody
came up alongside her.

   "Nice day for a walk," a different jogger said as he drew near.  "You
all right?"

   Andrea nodded and kept walking.  "Have fun," he said as he pulled away
from her, then from over his shoulder, he called back, "Nice ass," and ran
off.

   She laughed in delight and relief and tried to call after him, "Thanks,"
but was not sure he had heard.  She finally saw her car and picked up the
pace.  There was another car parked near hers, maybe belonging to the
joggers.  As she got closer, though, she saw one pulling into the lot and
yet another parked further off, this one with several people getting out
and milling around.  She was not ready for a group encounter, so she
started running, trying to get to her car before anybody noticed.  She was
still running when the family group started heading her way.  She crouched
down and put on a burst of speed to hide behind her car as she closed the
final distance.

   When she got there, she fumbled with the pouch to dig the keys out, and
the contents fell onto the ground.  With a groan, she grabbed the keys and
unlocked the doors, so she could dive into the rear seat and hide.  She
heard the group talking and laughing as they passed the front of her car
and headed down the trail.  When their voices grew distant, she lifted her
head and saw that the other people were still assembling around their car,
so she snuck out, picked up her dildo and vibrator, and crawled into the
front seat.

   She started the engine and backed out of her space as the last group
started across the lot.  She drove past them, grateful that the SUV sat
higher than most cars, so she was able to slump down and keep her bare tits
hidden.

   She sat up a little once she got back onto the road, but remained alert
to the possibility of trucks or other vans that sat higher than hers.  She
kept a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow till she got across the
bridge and back onto familiar roads.  She had originally planned to stop
somewhere and pull her dress on, but she kept going right into her
driveway. She knew Sterling was off with the children, so she had the house
to herself.  She gathered her toys from the front seat and her dress and
thong from the back.  After a careful look around, she eased her way out of
the SUV and dashed naked to the side door, unlocked it, and slipped in,
where she breathed a huge sigh of relief.  Home, naked and safe.

   She ran a hot bath and soaked for a long time with her hair untied to
let all the tension drain out of her.  She gently rubbed her pussy as she
lay there.  Afterwards, she took a quick shower and was all dressed and
relaxed when Sterling and the family got home.

   That night, she told him about the adventure, the story interrupted by
one of them playing with the other.  When she told him about being seen by
the truck driver and the joggers, he insisted that she repeat the story as
he stroked her pussy and again as he licked her.  Then he said, "That's our
next phase," as he slid his cock into her loose, wet cunt, "exposing you to
others outdoors." She wanted to debate the point, but his cock interrupted
her train of thought.

   It took her a few days to edit the hour of video into a compact piece
for baudelaire49 in fulfillment of his challenge.  After a few highlights
of her naked walk on the trail, she showed him an uncut view of the first
two orgasms.  She was a little surprised by how much of her butthole had
been recorded when she was on her knees, but decided to leave it in.  This
whole exercise was about pushing past her boundaries, stepping outside of
her comfort zone.

   The third orgasm, though, went unrecorded, since she rolled out of
camera range for that one.  She included some of the walk back to the car
and the ride home, but decided to keep her exposure to the truck driver and
the joggers to herself; she was not ready to share those beyond Sterling.

   When she sent the final video to baudelaire49, he was delighted and
wrote her a glowing review, as he had done for all the other challenges he
had sent her.  Since this was the last of them, he bought her a WHORE
collar as a reward, "because you've proved what a terrific whore you really
are." His next purchase was a set of photos and a video of her wearing the
collar and nothing more.


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