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My First Days as a Slut - 1
by Funiinca (Funinca@gmail.com)
***
This story follows Tina a 19 year old girl through her
14 day fall into total slut. (MMF, Mf, ped, inc, exh)
***
Day 1: Friday
Wow, where do I start. I guess I'll start with who I am.
My name is Tina and I am 19 years old. When you hear the
rest of this you will be shocked I am 19, but I am. I
live at home with my mom, her boyfriend, and my 17 year
old brother. Mom's boyfriend has 2 kids, a girl 15 and a
boy 14. They stay with us sometimes too.
I go to the local college and I am a liberal arts major.
This year I took a summer job working in the office of a
small insurance firm. My dad knows the owner and got me
the job. That's how this all started.
The office is small. 7 people. Our boss, 2 guys in
sales, a woman who does books, a tech guy, a woman who
does marketing, and me. It's a small close knit group.
Half of what they say to each other would be grounds for
sexual harassment suits. No one cares, it's all funny,
but it contributed to what happened. I answer phones,
act as receptionist and do whatever they ask me to do.
The day it all started was just a normal day. We were
expecting a client. It was someone everyone in the
office knew except me. Having just started I had not met
him yet. His name was Dave.
He showed up around 10. Now, I know he is 52. When I saw
him I thought he was 40 something. He was not super
handsome, but he was better than average. He was tall, a
bit overweight, but in that way you'd think you don't
want to fight him.
What stood out was he was funny. From the moment he
walked in he had me laughing or giggling. He was a flirt
but not in a creepy way. I could see why everyone liked
him. We chatted, laughed, he met with my boss, he came
out, we chatted and laughed some more. Then he left.
Nothing unusual.
The next day he sent an email to me. Nothing wild, just
a normal welcome aboard, nice meeting you, looking
forward to working with you. I responded saying it was
fun meeting him and I hope to see him again. That was
the starting point. Right there. That's when I invited
him in.
He responded that he would not be back for a while but
that we could chat by email if I wanted. I said I'd like
that. I actually liked the idea. I had free time in the
office and chatting with this witty guy would be fun. I
gave him my personal email and text and told him to stay
in touch.
During that day he sent me a few funny things. Nothing
out of the ordinary for me but they were things that
obviously required thought and an understanding of my
sense of humor. I was enjoying the conversation and
light flirting.
The next day there was a good morning email. He asked
what I was doing. I said nothing, that the office was
slow today. He said I should spice it up. I asked how
and he said, "You're a pretty girl, I am sure you could
spice up any room."
I replied and asked how he suggested I do that. His
response was that he could think of something.
I asked him to tell me, and he asked if that was a dare.
I hesitated. I'd played truth or dare in high school, it
was always sexual. Was this conversation going that way?
I figured what the hell, a dare or two might be fun. So
I said yes, I dared him to tell me how to spice up my
day. In return he said only if I promised to do it. I
told him I promised. After all, he was not here and no
one could force me to do anything.
He said. "Before I dare you, tell me what you wore to
work".
I was feeling flirty so why not. I guess you want to
know about me. I am 5'2 125. I have long brown hair to
the middle of my back. I am told I am pretty. I don't
have that angular straight line face models have. Mine
is more round girl next door.
I was wearing a blue pleated skirt and a cream blouse.
He wanted more. How long was the skirt, how many buttons
on the blouse, was I wearing stockings, and what I was
wearing underneath. This was a little fun. He was in
another state, so what harm in telling him. I told him I
was wearing a matching thong and bra, white with pink
lace. He responded appreciatively.""He said, "Here is
your dare. Pull your skirt up so you are not sitting on
the back. So you can feel your ass against the seat. Let
the front fall where it may.
The dare was pretty easy. My desk was where everyone
could see me, but people are busy and no one was
looking. I agreed and while sitting pulled my skirt up
as far as it would go. Then I scootched up just enough
to pull my skirt out from under me.
Just as I did that I looked to my left. One of the sales
guys, Tom, had seen me. I felt my heart jump. I also had
to admit it was hot. My skirt front was about 2-inches
from my crotch and I was caught pulling it up.""I
quickly told my friend what happened. He asked how it
made me feel getting caught. I had to admit it was a
rush of excitement. Even though I'm 19 and don't have a
lot of experience, I always liked being looked at.
When I turned 15, I realized my brothers friends were
checking me out. I loved it. I would often let them
catch glimpses of me in just a T and panties. If they
were over I'd wear something tight to show off a bit.
Once my dad walked in on me as I was getting out of the
shower. He said sorry and quickly closed the door. I
almost ran to my room to play with myself. I still
sometimes think of that when I masturbate.
Here I was showing off in the office. My heart was
beating faster. I was very nervous but I had to admit it
was also fun. I told him exactly how I felt. He asked me
if it was a turn on knowing I'd been caught. It was and
I told him. He asked me if the sales guy was still
checking me out. I looked over. He was looking at me but
all of a sudden he turned and looked away. I pretended I
didn't notice.
I told Dave he was looking at me. I took a makeup mirror
out of my desk and put it on top in a position where I
could see Tom. I could see he kept on checking out my
legs as I sat there. Again I told Dave what was
happening. He again asked me how I felt about it. I
started to see a pattern. Every time he asked me about
something he asked me how I felt about it.
I told Dave exactly how I felt. He asked if I was ready
for my next dare.
I was intrigued now. The last one was fun. Tom was still
checking me out. I wondered what next dare would be. I
told Dave I was ready. He said I dare you to scratch
your upper thigh almost all the way to the band of your
panties pulling your skirt up as you go. I thought about
it. I knew Tom kept looking. I know if I did the dare he
would see me do it. The idea both scared and excited me.
I told Dave okay. Dave responded for me to tell him when
I'd done it and what, if any, was the sales reps
reaction. I still had my make up mirror on my desk. I
dropped my hand to my thigh and started scratching my
thigh. The sales rep saw me and just watched. I could
see him by looking in the mirror. He kept glancing away
hoping I wouldn't catch him but he looked more and more.
Slowly I slid my skirt up as I scratched. As I did the
Tom looked away less and less. I could feel the front of
my skirt slide up. It was pretty much in my lap. As my
hand moved up I was exposing more and more of my leg.
Since I wasn't sitting on my skirt I also was exposing
the side my ass. By the time I got to the top Tom was
just staring at me. I pretended not to notice.
I pulled my hand away I let my skirt fall back into
place. The side dropped down but the front stayed almost
up to my waist. If someone came to my desk they would
see my panties. I'm not sure if the sales rep could see
them from where he was.
I told Dave would happened. Again he asked me how I
felt. I told him I was extremely nervous but that was
really fun. He asked me again if I was turned on. I had
to admit my pussy was wet. I just told him it made me
feel sexy. He asked if I wanted my next dare.
I knew that I shouldn't but I was feeling excited and
said, "Yes."
The next dare was to call the sales rep over to my desk
and show him something or ask him a question. I knew
that if I called him over he would see right up my
skirt. My panties would be on full display. I told Dave
I couldn't do it. He said yes I could and coaxed me to
do it. I finally agreed. I have to admit I wanted to do
it from the start but hesitated wondering the
consequences. I also enjoyed the feeling of being told
what to do.
I called Tom over. I thought he was going to fall over
himself getting to my desk. When he got there it was
obvious he could see my panties. He was trying not to
stare but he was doing it poorly. I could not believe I
was doing this but it felt hot. Feeling brave I pushed
back from my desk a little giving him a good view. I
gave him the papers I'd called him over for and he went
back to his desk.
I told Dave what happened. Again he asked me how I felt.
By this time I was feeling hot and excited. It made me
feel very sexy to show off. He was making me see a side
of myself I didn't really realize I had.
All I said was, "This is hot."
"He asked me if I was ready for my next dare. I knew it
would be something more. I wasn't sure what I could do
but I was very curious as to what he would ask. Again I
knew I shouldn't do it but I couldn't help myself.
I said, "Yes."
"It was now lunchtime. Being a poor college student I
usually eat lunch at my desk. Most of the staff goes
out. Dave asked me who was in the office. I told him
just the two sales reps. One was working. The other one,
the one who watched me show off, well, I don't think he
wanted to leave his desk. Dave gave me my next dare.
He told me to go to the bathroom and tuck the back of my
skirt into my panties. He told me to come out walk by
the two sales reps. If they said anything I was to fix
my skirt. If they didn't when I sat down I was supposed
to pretend to notice and say, "Oh my god. Why didn't you
tell me my skirt was up." My heart was beating fast. If
I did this dare my ass would be on full display to both
the sales reps.
I'm not sure what possessed me to say yes, but I did. I
got up and walked to the restroom. When I got there I
looked in the mirror. I asked myself why am doing this.
I could see my face was flushed. I could also tell my
panties were getting soaked. I reach behind me and
tucked the back of my skirt into my panties. I checked
it out in the mirror. With just the little bit I tucked
in you really couldn't see much. I hesitated. Then I
tucked more into my panties. Now my ass was on full
display.
My heart was pounding. I walked out of the restroom and
passed the two sales guys. I could feel them both
staring. After a moment Bill, the sales guy I hadn't
been showing off to, told me my skirt was tucked in my
panties. I reached back pretending to be surprised. I
pulled it out of my waistband and let it fall into
place. As I did I thanked him for telling me. Bill
laughed and said that he didn't want to tell me but he
felt obligated. He was enjoying the view.
I laughed and for some reason I don't understand I
reached back flipped skirt up and said, "There happy
now," as it fell back in the place.
Bill said not really but it was a start.
I went back to my desk and told Dave exactly what
happened. The first thing he said was, "Good girl".
I don't know why but those words really made me feel
good. I like that he called me a good girl. He asked me
if I was having fun. I replied that I was. He asked if I
was ready for my next dare.""I said okay. After all I
was having a lot of fun. Showing off was exciting me.
Being told what to do also excited me. Dave told me to
pull the back of my skirt up so I was sitting on it
again. He told me from now on I should always wear a
skirt or dress to work and never sit on the back of it.
I should always flip it up before I sat down.
I just said, "Okay." I reached down pull the back of my
skirt up. As I did it I noticed Tom looking right at me.
I just smiled at him and pulled the skirt up. Tom smiled
back. Now he knew that I knew he was looking. He also
knew I did not mind. Again I could feel how wet my pussy
was. I was actually thinking of going in the restroom
and masturbating.
I told Dave I did it and that Tom watched me while I did
it. Again the question came. How did I feel. I told him
I was feeling sexy and hot. He asked me if I was wet.
This was the first reference to my body. I hesitated,
and told him I was.
Again he said, "Good girl."
Again I felt a rush of excitement when he said it.
Tom was still looking at me. I said, "Take a picture it
will last longer."
He laughed and said, "I should've taken a picture when
you walked out of the rest room."
"Yeah, you'd probably like it if I walked around without
a skirt all day," I replied.
He of course said he would.
Sarcastically I said, "I'm sure the rest of the office
would appreciate it."
He said, "They wouldn't care. None of them will be back
this afternoon."
I asked where they'd all gone and he told me. There was
a meeting with our accounting firm. The tech guy was
working from home and our marketing person was meeting
with a vendor.
"Oh," I said, "and what do you think Bill would say?"
Bill, obviously listening to our conversation, chimed
in. "I second Tom's opinion."
Tom and I both laughed at that.
I just laughed and said I don't think I should but it
sounds fun. I then told Dave about the conversation. He
said that it sounded like fun and told me I should do
it. I responded that that was ridiculous. After all,
what was I supposed to do, just stand up and take my
skirt off. He then gave me a list of instructions.
Scratch my thigh the way I did before. When I caught Tom
looking smile at him and say, "Enjoying the view?" When
he responded I was to say, "I suppose you would really
like it if I were working without a skirt on."
Whatever he replied I was stand up, say, "What the hell,
and let it fall to the floor." I could not believe it.
There was no way I could do that. I mean we had a flirty
office but this was crossing the line. Then again, as I
read what he wanted me to do admit I almost came right
then and there. Chatting with Dave I put up some
resistance. I didn't say no way. I said I didn't think I
could do it, told him he was crazy, and said the guys
would freak out. Dave said he bet they would love it.
I looked over and again saw Tom looking at me. I smiled
and he smiled back. As I looked at him, I thought of
Dave's instructions. My hand almost with the will of its
own went down to my thigh and started scratching my leg.
As Tom watched and I looked at him I swell we scratched
my leg and pulled my skirt up like I did before. He kept
watching and I kept looking at him.""The words came out
of my mouth just as Dave told me too. "Are you enjoying
the view?"
Tom's reply was. "You have great legs.""
I responded, "I suppose you would really like it if I
working without a skirt on."
I could not believe I said it. As I did my heart was
beating a mile a minute. I could think of Dave online
wanting to give me the next step. I wonder what more I
could do. Then Tom laughed and said, "You're not brave
enough."
Wow, that gave me the excuse to actually do it. I don't
even think I hesitated. I stood up, unzipped my skirt,
and let it fall to the floor. I look at Tom and said,
"Is that better?"
He was just staring at me mouth open. I looked at Bill,
he was staring too. There I was standing at my desk in
just my thong, top, and heels.
Before Tom could respond Bill said, "That's almost
perfect." I did a little pirouette and said, "I hope
you're happy now," and sat down.
I started typing to Dave telling him exactly what
happened. As I was typing it I was reliving it in my
mind. I felt hot as hell. I think if one of the guys
wanted to fuck me I would've bent over my desk right
then and there.
Dave responded that he knew I could do it. He told me he
was proud of me. Having him tell me that made me feel
good. Why was I enjoying the strangers approval so
much.""As I was typing Bill commented that he didn't see
what color my thong was. I was telling Dave all as it
was happening.
Dave just responded "Well show him."
I didn't even hesitate. I just stood up, pulled the hem
of my shirt up so my navel was showing, and said, "White
and pink".
I could tell they did not expect that. They were both
speechless.
As I stood there Bill came to his senses and said, "You
have a great belly."
I was really enjoying the compliments. Tom asked me if
my bra matched. I told him it did. He said he'd like to
see. Teasingly I pulled my top up and exposed my bra.
They both complimented me and told me I had a great body
and that my bra and panties were cute.
I said, "Ok, I have work to do. I can't be parading
around ½ naked all afternoon."
As I went to sit down Bill commented that since I'd
shown them my bra anyways, why don't I work with my top
off. I responded that they would not get any work done.
They laughed. Bill replied that he was pretty caught up
anyway.
I laughed, sat down, and started telling Dave everything
that happened. He asked me if I was enjoying showing
off. I told him. I told him exactly how I felt. After
all, I really was. I always knew I liked to flirt but
this was way past flirting. This was being an
exhibitionist. As I thought of that word, a hot flash
went from my pussy to my brain. I immediately realized
that the total idea of showing off thrilled me to the
bone. I was an exhibitionist.
I'd been sitting for a few minutes. The guys had gone
back to their work. I was having a hard time
concentrating. All I could think of is standing up,
taking off my top, and showing the guys my bra. I told
Dave and he said "Just do it."
What? Just stand up, take off my shirt? Just like that?
What would the guys think? Could I really just do that?
I typed my doubts to Dave.
His response, "You'd love it. So would they."
I could not believe I was actually considering this. The
conversation had passed. If I were to do it now it would
be a deliberate act not just a response to some teasing.
Dave was encouraging me online. I was resisting but my
resistance was getting lamer and lamer. All the while my
pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Finally, my pussy
won. I stood up, went to get a file. The guys eyes
followed my ass as I walked. When I turned around they
were both looking at me. I looked at one, then the
other.
I just said, "OK," and I pulled my top off.
Here I was standing in the middle of the office in front
of Bill and Tom in my bra, panties, and heels and I was
loving it. They were both telling me how beautiful and
sexy I was. I felt both. I saw Bill's eyes drop to my
panties. The thin white material stretched over my
pussy. I realized suddenly how wet I was and that they
could see the wetness on my panties.
I started to blush, but also realized I wanted them to
know. I could feel their eyes on me. It just made me
wetter.
Bill was the first to say something. "Looks like you're
enjoying this too."
He was right and we all knew it. I didn't deny it. I
went back to my desk. I was about to sit and Bill joked,
"Do you want to put down a towel first?"
I just laughed and asked if he wanted me to do that so
he could take the towel home.
His response, "You bet."
I sat down and started telling Dave everything that
happened. He responded with approval and then said, "I
knew when I met you that you have a little slut streak.
Don't you?"
Wow, slut? If someone had called me a slut the day
before I would have scratched their eyes out. Now, I was
taking it as a compliment.
I responded that I had never done anything like this
before. I had had sex 4 times before with a nice guy. I
just thought it was time. I did not consider myself
slutty. Yet, when he called me that, I liked the way it
felt. I don't know why but I told him exactly what I was
feeling.
He responded, "Good girl."
Mmm, I thought
He told me what to say next. As I read it I knew I
shouldn't but I knew I was going to. I read it right off
the screen.
I looked down at my pussy and said, "Oh my god, I did
not realize my panties had soaked through like that."
Both guys heads bobbed up immediately.
Bill responded. It was obvious that Bill was the quicker
thinker. I think he grasped what was going on. "Yeah,
they are pretty wet. Pretty Transparent. Hell it was
almost like you weren't wearing that thong at all."
With my shaved pussy I knew they could see everything
Again, the words popped out of my mouth, "You'd like
that wouldn't you."
Oh my god. Did I just say that? I furiously typed and
told Dave what was happening.
His response, "That's my good little slut."
I responded, "Thank you."
Thank you? What was that all about? I am thanking a guy
who talked me into sitting in my office in my bra and
panties? Yet there I was feeling, hot, sexy, grateful,
and like I'd do anything he asked. The next thing he
typed made me cum. Yes, right there is my chair. I
wasn't touching myself but I was rubbing my legs
together and leaning forward in my seat trying to
stimulate myself. He didn't say anything dirty, but his
next command was to do something that changed the
dynamic. Up till now I had been reacting to them. Now he
was telling me to take the lead.
The words on the screen said , "Tell the guys they are
right. Your panties are soaked and they are getting
uncomfortable. Ask them if they'd mind if you take them
off."
At that point I knew where this was going. If my panties
came off I knew these guys were going to fuck me. I knew
it and Dave knew I knew it. Here I was, considering
fucking 2 guys in my office, 2 guys I had never even
considering dating, and worse, I knew I was going to do
it.
I could pretend I was doing it for Dave, but I wasn't. I
wanted this. Me, sweet Tina, 1 lover in my past, was
about to become a total slut, and I was thrilled by the
idea. Let's face it. For me to go this far in one day, I
had to admit I wanted it. I wanted to be a slut. I
wanted to be told what to do. I didn't even resist. I
told Dave, "OK".
It wasn't as hard as I thought. I had not looked, but
the guys noticed my orgasm. They were speechless. Just
staring at me. I said it. I asked if I could take my
panties off. Exactly as Dave told me to. Tom just stared
but Bill quick as usual said, "Come over here. I'll do
it for you."
I looked at my PC. Quickly typed the interaction and saw
the immediate response. "Go.".
I stood up and walked over to Bill. He was only a few
feet from me, but it felt like I ran 5 miles. I was
breathing heavy, flushed, and perspiring a little. Bill
was staring at my panties. I looked. They were soaked
through. Completely Transparent. I stood in front of
Bill. Arms by my side.
He looked at my face and said, "Are you sure?"
I put my arms on his shoulders, looked him in the eye,
and said, "Yes Bill, I want my panties off. Please take
them off me."
That was it. I felt his hands on the waist band. He slid
them off down my hips. I stepped out of them.
Bill said, "You have a gorgeous pussy."
I had not moved. My hands were still on his shoulders.
Bill looked at Tom and said, "I think that bra should
come off too."
He was right. I wanted to be naked. I wanted these 2
guys to see me naked. Tom stood up and walked over. I
felt Bill's hand back on my thigh. I shivered. His hand
moved to my pussy. As his hand grazed my clit I came
again. I was on fire. I kept my eyes on Bill and felt
the clasp of my bra come undone. I turned and looked at
Tom and shrugged it off my shoulders.
I actually said, "Thank you."
That was it. Bill knew who I was. He looked me in the
eyes and said, "That's a good slut."
His fingers in my pussy and hearing the word out loud, I
came again.
Bill didn't stop. "I've wanted to fuck you since I met
you. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I said quietly.
"What did you say?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me."
"And are you a slut?"
"Yes," I said
"What?" came the response.
"Yes, I am a slut and I want to be fucked," I said it.
Bill pushed me to my knees and told me to pull out his
cock. I had not seen a lot of cocks. This one looked
like the one hard one I saw. I pulled his cock out of
his pants. I was now face to face with it. I knew what
oral sex was. I had a good idea of what to do, but I had
never done it before.
Bill said, "Suck it you slut."
My mouth was immediately on it. I wrapped my lips around
it and pretended I was eating a Popsicle. I loved the
way it felt. I loved the way I felt. He kept moaning and
calling me a slut. Telling me to suck his cock. Telling
me I was a good slutty cocksucker. Every word made me
want to please him more and more.
As I sucked Bill, Tom had pulled out his cock and was
stroking it. I could see him out of the corner of my
eye. The fact that these 2 hard cocks were hard over me
was hot. I loved it.
Bill looked at Tom and said, "Do you want some of this
sluts mouth?"
Tom hesitated. I reached out and took his cock in my
hand. I pulled him close and said, "Please."
He moaned as I took him in my mouth.
I felt Bill position himself behind me. I knew what
doggie style was, but again, I had never done it. Bill
said, "Get that slutty ass up in the air."
I grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him to the ground so I
could continue to suck his cock. As I did I raised my
ass. Bill rubbed his cock against my pussy. I was
dripping. His cock touched my clit and I went off again.
Bill said to Tom, "This slut's cunt is dripping wet."
Cunt? Cunt? Yesterday I would have stabbed him. Today I
loved the way it felt. I wanted to hear it again. I
wanted to say it.
I could feel his cock against my pussy. I wanted it in
me. "Please," I said. "Fuck me."
Bill had obviously done this before. His response "I'm
not fucking you. I'm fucking your little slut cunt."
I came again.
His cock slid in me. I'd never felt anything like it.
There was nothing special about his cock but being here,
in this office, with these 2 guys, had every nerve in my
body tingling. I moaned as he entered me.
"That's it slut, take my cock. Fuck me."
I started fucking him. He started fucking me. I could
feel his cock sliding in and out of me. Every movement
sent jolts through my pussy. I could feel the cock in my
mouth. I tried to picture how I looked. I knew guys
liked my ass. I was wishing I could get a picture. The
thought of that made me come again.
As I came I felt Tom's cock start to stretch. He said,
"Oh my god, I'm going to cum."
I started to pull my mouth away but Bill pushed my head
down and said, "No, good sluts swallow. Get every drop."
I came again.
Tom started to cum. It squirted in my mouth. I swallowed
and swallowed but I was not fast enough. Some dripped
out on my face. I pulled off his cock and the last shot
of cum hit me in the cheek. I actually felt bad. Bill
had said to get it all and I couldn't.
I was relieved when Bill said, "That's a good slut. You
look good with cum on your face."
Tom pulled away. Bill pushed my head to the floor
pulling my ass higher. He started fucking me harder and
harder. I fucked back.
"Are you ready for a cunt full of cum, slut?" Bill said.
"Yes."
"Yes What?"
"Yes I want your cum."
"Tell me more."
I started screaming. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fill my
slutty little cunt with cum. Make me a slut. Fill me
up."
I could feel it. It was incredible. I had always used a
condom before. After my boyfriend and I broke up I went
on the pill. This was the first time I felt cum in my
cunt. It was hot, I could feel it squirting in me. I
could feel it flood around his cock and started dripping
out of my pussy. I came so hard I went limp. Bill was
holding my ass up to keep me from falling. I did not
think I could do any more or that it could get any
better. I was wrong.
Tom was hard again. His cock was bigger than Bill's. Not
a lot, but bigger and he was hard again. Now he was into
it. "
"Get that slutty little ass over here so I can fuck
you."
I did as told. Again with my ass in the air I felt a
cock enter me. Even though I was soaking wet and had a
load of cum in me I could feel the size difference. I
felt full. Tom started fucking me in earnest. Hard,
Fast. All the while calling me a slut and asking me what
I want.
I was glad to respond. The words were hot. "Fuck me.
Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck my cum filled cunt.
Give me your load. Shoot in me."
I had no idea I could talk like that but every slutty
word made me tingle.
I felt it. I felt him spasm. I felt the cum hit my
pussies walls. I felt it leak out of my pussy around his
still thrusting cock. It was amazing. I had an orgasm
like nothing I can describe.
I was done. Exhausted, sweaty, satiated, quivering. It
was almost closing time. Bill and Tom went to the
restroom to clean up. I started picking up my clothes.
Bill came out of the restroom. I was not sure how to
act. Naked, Cum dripping out of my pussy and down my
leg. I couldn't look at him. Bill walked up to me. He
hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.
Very sweetly he said "Tina, you are a very special girl.
We adore you."
All of a sudden I felt safe and cared for. He handed me
a towel. It was clean and must have come from his gym
bag. I wiped myself clean. He went and found my skirt
and bought it to me. I got dressed.
Bill and Tom both hugged me before they left. They were
so sweet. I sat at my desk then asked Dave if he was
there. He responded so I told him what happened. He
asked a lot of questions and at one point I played with
myself as I recapped what happened. I came once again.
It was time to go home. I said goodbye and went to sign
off.
His last words were, "Good Girl."
As I drove home I replayed the day over and over in my
head. I had to admit it was the hottest thing I ever
did. I also knew that I jeopardized my job. What will
the guys think of me Monday. What if they told others.
The, told others, part scared me and excited me. Why was
I feeling that? Why would I want others to know what a
slut I'd been. I knew Dave was a bad influence. I
resolved not to talk to him again.
I got home around 6. I could tell by the cars out front
that everyone was home. The house is not that big. When
Mark, my mom's BF, had his kids over, his daughter slept
in my room and son shared with my brother. I could see
my mom cooking dinner.
Mark was on the couch watching TV with my brother Chuck.
I asked where Kevin and Cindy were. Mark said Cindy was
in my room and Kevin was in the basement playing video
games with a friend.
All was perfectly normal. It seemed weird going from
complete office slut to family girl. Nothing was
different at home, but I felt different. When Mark
looked at me I wondered if he could see the slut in me.
I noticed how handsome my brother was. I wondered if
Mark and mom had sex a lot. I thought of Chuck's
girlfriend and wondered if she liked sex with him. I
realized I had sex on the brain.
I said hi to my mom and went to my bedroom to change. As
I walked I realized that my mom was still a beautiful
woman and again wondered about her sex life with Mark.
When I got to my room Cindy was in there. I said hi and
we made the usual small talk. She was playing on her
iPad. I imagine chatting with friends. Cindy is a pretty
girl. At 15 she must weigh 100 lbs. Guys in school don't
chase her all over but you could tell as she got older
she was going to be a stunner.
I was going to change out of my office clothes. I wasn't
going out, so no reason to get dressed. Sweats, yoga
pants, shorts? I went through my drawers. While tossing
clothes an old pair of running shorts showed up. They
were at least 2 years old. I thought about how tight
they'd be. I wondered if my ass would hang out. I
wondered what Dave would say.
I picked up my iPad. I figured I'd check my mail. After
that I logged into Facebook to catch up on my friends.
As I did, Dave messaged me. I should have ignored it.
"Have a fun day."
"it was different."
"Admit you loved it."
"I shouldn't have."
"But you did."
"Yes."
Dave then asked if I were home.
I said, Yes."
Then he asked who else was home. I told him. He asked
more. He asked what they looked like, their ages, what
they did. It was all pretty normal conversation. I was
enjoying it. He then asked if the boys had ever seen me
in my underwear.
I thought about ending the conversation. I should have,
but I couldn't. I told him I'm sure my brother had seen
me once or twice by accident. No big deal.
He then asked me what I was doing.
I told him I was going to change for dinner.
He asked what I was going to change to.
I told him I didn't know yet.
He then asked if he could pick. I said I did not think
that was a good idea but asked what he suggested. First
he asked if I had any running shorts. Tight ones. I
immediately thought of the old pair I'd just seen. That
was some coincidence. I said yes. He told me to put
those on with a shirt that showed some belly. I said I'd
think about it and that I was going to dinner.
I stood up and pulled off my work clothes. As I did
Cindy turned to watch. When I was in my bra and panties
she said, "You always have such pretty underwear. My mom
always insists on getting me boring cotton stuff."
I told her I could take her shopping. She got all
excited and I promised we'd go this weekend. I pulled on
the shorts. They were tight. My ass cheeks definitely
hung out. I checked myself in the mirror. I was sure mom
would say something. I then found a short V neck T, also
a little small. It showed off my cleavage and my belly.
I picked up my iPad. When Cindy wasn't looking I snapped
a selfie and sent it to Dave.
He responded. "Not enough belly. Roll the waistband
down."
I didn't even protest. I just did it. I rolled it down
till you could almost see the crack in my ass and
snapped another selfie and sent it. Cindy caught me
doing it.
"Who's that for?" she asked.
"Just a friend." I replied
"Must be some friend."
Since she knew anyways I asked if she'd take on from
behind. She jumped up and grabbed my iPad. She snapped
one. Then said "That's not good, let's try again. Put
your hands on your hips."
I did as I was told and she took another. "Not quite
good enough," she said. "Look back at me over your
shoulder."
I did as I was told and again she snapped a picture.
"Perfect," she said.
I looked at the picture. I have to admit she had a great
eye. I looked very hot. I sent both pictures to Dave and
said, "How's this?"
"Perfect," he replied
Mom called dinner was ready. We got to the kitchen.
Mom looked at me and said, "Isn't that a little bit
tight?"
Mark heard her, looked, and said, "She looks fine to
me."
Mom almost never argues with Mark. She did not argue
this time either.
Chuck looked at me. Normally he just looks and goes on
with what he's doing. This time he definitely took a
moment and checked me out. I felt a little chill in my
pussy.
Kevin and his friend Peter came upstairs. As soon as
they saw me they both stopped. Their mouths open but
they didn't say anything. Finally Peter broke the
silence
"Wow you look great," he said.
Kevin and Chuck mumbled their agreement and we all sat
down for dinner. During dinner the boys paid a lot of
attention to me. They asked me about my day. They asked
my opinions on things. Whenever I asked for something
they practically jumped all over each other to get it
for me.
I admit it was a lot of fun and felt good. I could see
that Cindy noticed the attention I was getting. I looked
at mom to see if she had any reaction. She just carried
on like nothing was different.
Peter asked me what I was doing after dinner
I said I was going to grab my iPad and watch TV in the
living room.
It was my turn to do the dishes. As I stood up and
started to grab them Peter and Kevin jumped up and said
they'd do them.
I said thank you and went to my room to get my iPad.
Cindy followed me to my room.
"Wow'" she said, "I wish I could get that much
attention."
I laughed and said, "Yes that was weird wasn't it."
"Who are you kidding? You look amazing." I thought they
were going to kill each other for your attention. they
never pay attention to me like that," she said.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you could get lots of attention if
you tried," I said
She looked doubtful. I got online and told Dave how
dinner went and about my conversation with Cindy. Dave
loved it. He then told me I should help Cindy out. I
told him no way. She was too young.
He asked me how I felt at her age. Did I feel like no
one noticed me? That others got all the attention? He
was right of course. Then he went a different direction.
"Imagine all those guys looking at her cute taboo ass.
Think how naughty that would be." I had to admit it
would be naughty.
I asked what I should do. He told me.
I looked at Cindy and said, "I bet I can get the guys to
notice you."
She asked how.
It was not unusual for us to put our pajamas before we
went to watch TV. Cindy usually slept in an oversized T-
shirt and panties. I pulled a T-shirt I had from my
drawer and gave it to her. She took it from me, looked
at it, and said "are you sure?".
I said "Try it on."
I pulled out one just like Dave described to me.
She undressed down to her bra and panties and then
stopped. She looked at me.
"You don't normally sleep in a bra," I said.
Cindy took off her bra. She had the perfect perkiest
little tits. She looked at me shyly, as if she wanted
approval.
"Mine were not that big when I was your age," I said.
Cindy smiled, grabbed, the T-shirt and put it on. It was
not too tight, but it did show some curves, and came
just below her ass. If she walked or bent over you would
definitely see her panties. Again, she looked at me for
approval.
"You look perfect," I said. "Here let me show you." I
grabbed my iPad And took a couple pictures of her.
I showed her the pictures. She smiled and said, "Now
what?"
I said, "Let's go watch TV. "
When we walked into the living room it was full. It
seems all the boys decided to watch TV also. I asked
what they were watching.
Chuck said, "Nothing really, you can pick what you want
to watch."
Just to test our power I chose a fairly girlie show. No
one argued they just changed the channel. I think they
then noticed Cindy behind me. The boys all turned to
look at her. I thought mom was going to say something,
but she always leaves Cindy's discipline to Mark.
Mark just looked at Cindy and said, "Oh hi sweetie, I
did not see you there."
All the chairs were taken. Cindy and I laid down on the
floor in front of the boys with our legs towards them
and our heads towards the TV. I knew they were all
checking out our asses. I looked over and noticed
Cindy's T shirt had slid up and most of her panties were
showing.
I got on my iPad and messaged Dave. I told him what was
going on and sent him the pictures of Cindy.
"Nice," he said in response to Cindy's pictures. "Having
fun?" he asked.
I had to admit I was.
While we were watching TV I said, to no one in
particular, "I'm thirsty. "
Peter jumped up and said, "What can I get you?"
I said, "Water would be fine."
Then Cindy said, "I'd like some water to."
Kevin stood up and said, "I'll get it for you. "
Cindy looked over at me I just smiled. I mouthed the
words, "Told you so." Cindy smiled.
As we watched TV I continue to chat with Dave. Nothing
interesting just normal nice conversation. I did keep
him up-to-date with everything that was going on. At one
point I looked over and noticed that Cindy's T-shirt had
pulled up so far that now all of her bikini panties were
showing and you could see some skin over them. No one
said a word about it. I told Dave what was happening.
Then Dave made his next suggestion. "Get up, go to the
bathroom, and roll the band of your shorts far enough
that your thong is showing above it."
I didn't even think twice I just got up and did what he
said. I went back and lay down next to Cindy again. I
could feel the eyes staring at my whale tail in the
curve of my ass. I told Dave.
He told me to reach down and scratch my ass at the
bottom of my shorts. He said to pull them up as I
scratched and show off most of my ass.
I of course argued with him and told him I couldn't do
that. I reminded him that my mother and brother were in
the room.
He said, "If either of them says anything I will not ask
you to do anything ever again."
I reached back and did what he said. I slowly scratch my
butt pulling the leg of my shorts up as I went. My
entire ass cheek was on display. No one said a thing.
Dave was right.
His next suggestion was just so wrong I was embarrassed
that it turned me on.
"Put your hand on Cindy's back on the skin right above
her panties. Lightly rub her back pushing her shirt up a
couple of inches."
Just the thought of this made me wet. Who am I kidding I
was already wet, but this really made me tingle. I
reached over and did what he said. No one said a thing.
I don't think anyone moved.
Cindy put her head down in her arms and said, "Mmmmmm,
that feels good."
As I rubbed her back, when my hands went down towards
her ass, I would slide my fingers just a little under
the band of her panties. Each time I did I pushed them
down a bit and she would give a soft sigh.
The show ended and truthfully I was getting tired and
wanted to get some sleep. I stood up and said I was
going to bed. Cindy stood up and said she was too. Mark
stood up and gave Cindy a hug good night. Then he turned
to me and did the same. When he hugged me his hand was
right at the top of the band of my panties. He could
feel my exposed thong.
Cindy and I headed to bed. When we got to our room Cindy
turned and hugged me.
"That was so much fun!" she gushed.
I laughed and said, "Men are so easy."
She kissed me on the cheek and slid into bed. I took off
my shorts and thong and put on a pair of cotton boy
short panties. I climbed into bed. I grabbed my iPad and
told Dave the rest of the day.
Cindy asked, "Can we go shopping tomorrow?"
I said, "Yes."
She thanked me. By the light of my iPad I could see her
hands were under her covers. I heard a quiet moan and
then she fell asleep.
I turned off my iPad, closed my eyes, and did the same
thing.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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