Episode 11
What Chelsea saw deflated all of what’s left of her remaining hope.
Instead of a stranger, or a waiter or simply anyone that could appear to vaguely help, Chelsea stared speechless as Sydney stepped in. The irony of the situation amused Chelsea. Given her circumstances, Chelsea would have thought that Sydney will be the best person to help, yet when she saw how Sydney walked in with her mammaries out in the open, Chelsea knew instantly and instinctively that the fleeting flame of hope that Sydney would have represented was extinguished.
Resigned, Chelsea slumped back into her seat, feeling the pressure pinning her hands ease a little. Seconds later, a guy who seemed to be Kent appeared in her peripheral vision, approaching the newcomers Sydney and Alex.
Still shocked, Sydney wandered into the room listlessly. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings, but one thing certainly caught her eye.
Chelsea. Naked.
Held down by Kent as Trae pulled out from Chelsea, who was seemingly just done, Sydney’s brain has yet to work out what exactly happened, although her intuition gave her a pretty good idea. Jeremy and Vince were still busy looking at their phones and taking pictures when Kent released Chelsea and approached.
“Hey, how was it?” Kent asked as he moved towards Sydney, completely blocking her view of Chelsea and pulled her into a small hug. “Alex must have taken good care of you right?” he asked, as if nothing was amiss with the situation and it was perfectly normal for Sydney to be there without a single garment on.
“Huh?” was the only reply Sydney could garner.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s my turn now, I’m sure you’re still game for more right?” Kent placated. Leading Sydney back to the couch, he begin to strip off his remaining bottoms and reached out for Sydney.
“I know you love this Sydney, you were squeezing me exceptionally hard that day when Alex chanced upon us.” Kent said, his hands busy roaming Sydney’s body at the spots he knew she loved. “I’m sure you would love this, fucking in the open for everyone to see, especially in front of Chelsea.”
Sydney could feel herself getting wetter from just hearing Kent’s suggestion. It didn’t help that Kent’s hands were twirling her nipple and her clitoris, or that she was already naked anyway or that she kind of missed fucking Kent. Whatever it is, Sydney found herself mounting Kent in reverse cowgirl as Kent sat back on the couch. Facing Chelsea and the guys surrounding her, Sydney felt herself slowly stretched as she lowered herself onto Kent.
Nothing made sense to Sydney anymore as lust slowly but surely took over. The way she was brought up, there was no way she should be revealing her naked body to anyone until she’s married. Yet Sydney felt so right being filled by Kent’s thick, hot rod and moaning in front of everyone, her breasts constantly kneaded and her clitoris constantly massaged. Most of the guys’ attention was still mostly on Chelsea except for Alex, who began taking photos and videos of her gleefully, whistling as Sydney bounced on Kent, her boobs bobbing in a similar fashion.
Over on the opposite couch, Sydney saw Chelsea being helped up from the couch that she was lying on or rather pinned down on a few seconds ago. As if mirroring Sydney own posture, Vince and Jeremy quickly arranged Chelsea into a reverse cowgirl position as well, sitting on Vince while facing Sydney. The difference being how Chelsea looked like she was clearly in pain, tearing and struggling as she was forced to fuck Vince whereas Sydney looked like she was clearly in sensual pleasure, happily bouncing as she rode towards her orgasm. Sydney found that Kent was right, somehow, getting fucked in front of Chelsea aroused her even more as she came in less than 30 seconds of Chelsea’s new position, squeezing Kent so tightly that he quickly came in Sydney as well.
On the other end, the repeated intrusions have finally awakened Chelsea’s senses. She began to feel herself getting wetter below and in better control and she rode Vince, finally deriving some pleasure from the carnal act.
Chelsea couldn’t believe it when Sydney came into the room and began voluntarily touching and fucking the guys. She had always thought that Sydney was a goody-two-shoes, although the handjob exercise earlier clearly proved otherwise. Nonetheless, it was quite a leap for Sydney to be having casual, unprotected sex without restraint, unlike Chelsea’s current circumstances, where she’s forced pleasure the men at her own expense.
Chelsea’s train of thought was snapped short when Sydney let out a ear-splitting screech.
Chelsea had no idea what happened, except that it had followed by a loud groan from Alex behind Sydney. The two then collapsed as if all the energy had gone out of them. Before Chelsea could study the phenomenon more, she felt Vince lifting her up. Chelsea was then asked to get on her four on the glass coffee table in the middle of the room, where she was swiftly plugged up from behind once again.
Experiencing some pleasure mixed with the pain now, Chelsea saw from the corner of her eyes how Sydney is now moving on to licking and playing with Alex and Kent’s manhoods before she vision was rudely stuffed with a man-bush, the second male reproductive organ she had taken in her mouth that night. Once again reliving her nightmare of being unable to breath properly, Chelsea was well used and roughed up, with both Jeremy and Vince taking turns at her mouth and her pussy, spanking her voluptuous ass and breasts as they went at it.
Chelsea and Sydney were both dead beat when the men were done with them. They were completely disheveled, with their own perspiration mixed in with those of the multiple men they had and their associated bodily fluids. Pointing at their phones, the men sent a clear message: cooperate with us because we have a lot of material on you. It was as simple as that, yet Chelsea and Sydney knew they had to comply.
By this time, Sydney had lost her panties, having had them thrown at the other unknown couple earlier and made to go retrieve her bra still hanging outside the door naked. Thankfully no one saw her and she could quickly dress up, missing just one panties as she got back into her white tank top and shorts.
Chelsea wasn’t so lucky, she could not find her thong nor her bra, suspecting that one of the guy had pocketed it. Instead, she was forced into her figure-hugging black bodycon dress, the shape of her curves and her tits showing clearly, especially since her perspiration and other bodily fluids seeped into the dress, making it cling tighter to her than ever before.
Heading back to the dorm, Sydney was made to share a taxi with Alex and Kent, who squeezed into the backseat with her in between them. Each occupying one side of her, Sydney found herself bottomless and spread, with each guy holding each of her knees. Embarrassed yet aroused at providing a free show to the driver, Sydney attempted to hold in her moans as her clitoris, vagina and inner thighs were ravaged mercilessly by her companions. The taxi driver also had a few too many near misses from staring too hard at the action in the backseat rather than at the road. He didn’t even accept payment when they had arrived, seemingly satisfied with the performance granted.
Chelsea on the other hand, was accompanied by Trae, Vince and Jeremy in a separate taxi. Chelsea was made to practice her handjob skills in the backseat, having to handle both Trae and Vince adjacent to her while her boobs were fondled with from outside the dress, to within the dress. They even made Chelsea flash her boobs at the taxi driver, allowing the stranger to touch, knead and kiss Chelsea’s boobs in exchange for the cab fare.
Back at the dorm, the men confiscated the ladies’ room transponders (basically electronic keys) so that they could access them whenever they liked. Chelsea and Sydney were also made to sleep in the nude every night, something that will be audited and punished if any breaches were to be found.
And they weren’t allowed to go home on weekends. Unless they had applied for and granted permission.
Finally left alone (naked of course), the two girls hugged and cried themselves to sleep, wondering what kind of trouble they had just gotten themselves into.
Episode 12
A few nights had passed without drama, though Chelsea and Sydney both clutched tightly to their blankets, their only protection, as they slept, constantly worrying in the way only women can if tonight was the one any of the guys were going to visit.
Yet all was quiet.
The duo had attended classes, completed assignments and participated in projects as if nothing amiss had ever happened. Their life slowly returning to normalcy, except they now appreciated the carefreeness and comfort of sleeping in the nude. And of course, the knowledge that a bunch of people out there had access to their private photos, their room and them any time they wanted to.
What’s to come, has to come, eventually.
The fateful night came inevitably, as a short beep signified that their door was unlocked at 3:00am in the morning. In stepped two men in sleeveless t-shirts and shorts. Duty-first, they first flipped both ladies’ covers, pleased that they were compliant. They could not resist the temptation to touch the places they weren’t supposed to, earning shrieks as the ladies were jolted into consciousness.
“Here, put this on. We’re going for a walk” Alex said to an alarmed Sydney, handing her his L-sized black cotton hoodie.
Resigned at the intrusion, Sydney got up unwillingly, her heart skipping a beat wondering what the men had in plan for her. Sydney reached for her wardrobe, only to be stopped by Kent, who clarified that all Sydney will be wearing was the black hoodie provided. Chelsea on the other hand, is free to go back to sleep.
Relieved but concerned, Chelsea protested meekly but stuck to her covers as she watched the trio move out.
Sydney found that for a petite girl like herself, Alex’s hoodie was more than enough to conceal her vital parts. It reached about halfway down her thigh, about as long as a miniskirt would go, a lot more modest than she’d expected.
The model this time (instead of Chelsea), Sydney was made to pose and flash herself for the photos that Alex and Kent had in mind.
They had made her stand atop the stairs, fingers touching her toes as Sydney bent over, leaving nothing between her legs left to imagination. They made her unzip the black hoodie all the way to her belly button, first taking photos of her revealed cleavage before the next set where Sydney had to hold the material apart, clearly showing her modest chest, while the zip remained entwined at the bottom at the gate to their dormitory.
Leading her out further, Sydney was made to lift up the hem on the backside of the hoodie at various points along the walk, letting the men photograph her bare ass cheeks. Sydney had to admit, the tasks weren’t as unacceptable as she might have thought. The thrill of exposing herself and the threat of having a stranger or anyone she knew catch her in the act was surprisingly stimulating. As far as the pictures went, one could easily tell that the model was progressively getting more aroused with each shot.
Fortunately through of all her tasks, the trio had not encountered any one else, which is not surprising given the time.
However, the 24/7 starbucks in the middle of campus was still open and bustling with life. Thankfully, Sydney wasn’t made to do anything embarrassing in its vicinity but was quickly nudged to the next building.
It was a short ride in the lift, where Sydney was made to disrobe, discarding her only garment for the night. She stepped out apprehensively, an eye at a time, when the lift halted with a ding. It was dark, with the only sources of light being the green exit signs strategically located through the floor as Sydney was led towards the turnstile in her birthday suit.
A simple leap was all it takes for the trio to overcome their metal obstacle. The smell of chlorine hit their senses quickly, exciting in the silence of the night. Sydney waddled into the water, feeling the cool liquid slide onto every single part of her body. She felt relaxed, lapping water onto her shoulders under the night sky.
Soon, Sydney was joined by her two male companions, who had by this time put on the same attire as her. Together, they frolicked in the water, careful not to be too noisy lest it aroused suspicions.
In the clear blue water, Sydney could see her male companions’ erections growing as clear as they could see all of her supple skin. The anticipation of what was to come excited Sydney, yet their inaction made Sydney wonder if they had really just come to skinny dip. Because if not, why haven’t they touched her yet? They had made her pose and expose herself. They had made her feel so slutty, exhibiting herself in public where anyone could walk in on them anytime but yet they have not laid their hands on her.
The pool wasn’t deep, only a medium pool about 1 metres in depth. But it was an infinity pool and Sydney was soon led to the edge where she could see the ever bustling starbucks in the first floor of the opposite building. It is here where to Sydney’s secret delight, the men had started to make their moves.
It started when Sydney was turned away from the scenery to face Alex, their tongues quickly battling as Alex finally got to enjoy the prize. Leaning in and wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck, Sydney kissed with a passion, her eyes closed under the moonlight in such a romantic setting. Alex reciprocated with a similar fervor, holding the back of Sydney’s head while his other hand roamed her exposed chest, kneading and groping away.
Focused on Alex, Sydney found her hips dragged backwards and her pussy penetrated by Kent from behind as she struggled to cling to onto Alex. They continued to kiss as Kent began pumping away underwater, much slower than usual due to the water resistance.
That wasn’t an issue given how the slow, deep strokes only served to intensify Sydney’s experience. She felt like a willing partner, voluntarily allowing her body to be used by the men. She was trying to cling onto Alex’s neck with one hand while her other attempted to reach behind her to find Kent. Answering Sydney’s summons, Kent moved in closer, sandwiching her tightly between the two men.
Sydney then felt her hands being pulled from behind by Kent, pulling her backwards so her whole body leaned onto Kent even as he continued sliding in and out of her. Her head was tilted back as well, allowing Kent to pepper kisses and licks along one side of her neck as Kent found the edge of swimming pool for support. Sydney’s back arched along Kent, her front was open to assault as Alex attacked her breasts, kneading them hard while playing with her nipples with his tongue. Alex intentionally teethed her nipples once or twice, causing Sydney some pain, which only serve to make her moan louder than she had planned. Alex also caressed Sydney’s clitoris with his other hand, driving Sydney crazy with the amount of stimulation her body was receiving all at the same time. She couldn’t help but start to moan louder, more frequently, with each moan more sensual and urgent than the previous one.
Sydney climaxed into the night when both Alex and Kent sucked hard on her nipples and neck simultaneously. Warm spurts also filled her insides as she felt Kent coming just after her.
Limp and satisfied, Kent got out of the water as Alex continued his time with Sydney. Sydney was made to face the edge of pool looking out towards the grass patch, where the starbucks was just a bit further out. Lifting Sydney up, Alex freed Sydney’s breasts from the water level, leaving it in the cool night sky as he began to plummet Sydney from behind. Barely recovering from her first orgasm, Sydney was quickly approaching her second with how roughly Alex was pistoning in and out of her.
If anyone ever looked up from below, all they would see would be the silhouette of a naked lady, with her modest peaks out, being repeatedly slammed from behind by an unseen body.
Alex also quickly finished inside Sydney, turning her around after he was done to a smiling Kent, who was capturing more material of them on his phone.
Satisfied, the trio proceeded back, with Sydney only having the black hoodie as both her cover and her towel, freezing in the cold night’s walk back to her room.
Episode 13
Chelsea tried her best to maintain her lifestyle.
Tried her best to continue living as if nothing has changed, except of course, it just did like never before.
Now used to sleeping completely naked under her covers, Chelsea felt herself strung tight every night as she headed for bed, not knowing whether tonight was the night there would be visitors. Jeremy has been appointed, against her will, as her manager, while Vince is now her exclusive photographer. So far nothing has gone wrong and Chelsea was really glad that she had extra help for all the sponsorships and endorsements that had come in after her popularity seemingly burst through the roof the past few weeks.
Facial products, fitness endorsements, even lingerie and bikinis to name some of the offers that she’d gotten. They weren’t from the most famous shops or blogshops who can afford better influencers, but it was a start, and one Chelsea was more than happy with.
Filling her schedule with unboxing videos, recommendation videos and scantily-clad wardrobe selfies for her endorsements, Chelsea was dead beat the night she was finally visited. It was almost 2am when their room door was discreetly opened, stepping in Jeremy.
Chelsea was startled awake when she felt a forceful hand gather and grip her left breast. She barely overcame her inclination to scream when she realised it was Jeremy manhandling her.
“Suck me” was all that was said as Chelsea obeyed, transitioning from lying on her bed to kneeling on her knees, quickly beginning the sickening task.
Sydney had woken by this time, silently watching while protectively hunkering behind her own sheets, roles reversed from previously.
“Mm, yeah, looks like your skills have improved a little. Look at me while you please me” Jeremy commanded, thoroughly enjoying the eye contact. “Yeah, that’s the way. Come on, work harder, I want to come on your face.” Jeremy spurred her on, feeling close to release himself as he played with Chelsea’s exposed mounds.
Chelsea felt ashamed as she felt herself getting wetter from the stimulation of her areolas while she was forced to give a blowjob. She had no idea she could get aroused despite being an unwilling partner. Strings of fluids interrupted her thoughts as they landed across her face, Chelsea squealing and squinting in response to the sudden assault. Unfortunately, this just led to some of them landing in her mouth, nothing new, but not something Chelsea enjoyed either.
“By the way, I accepted a job for you tomorrow morning, meet me at #03-05 at 9.30am” Jeremy snided as he pulled up his pants. “Oh and you’re not allowed to wash that away in the toilet, unless you walk completely naked there. Your choice.”
Sulking, Chelsea was left tainted and slightly horny when Jeremy left. Sydney could only give her a look of pity, both of them clearly knowing that this is more likely than not going to be their norm. Fortunately, Chelsea had wet tissues in her room, cleaning herself up quickly and snuggling back into her bed. Quick play with her fingers, her clitoris and her imagination allowed Chelsea to sink back into a restful sleep, apprehensive of the adventures awaiting her the next morning.
Chelsea had no idea who she was meeting or what she was supposed to wear. Since it was in one of the rooms in hall, she thought it probably couldn’t be anything too grand and pulled on a V-neck figure hugging beige top that showcased a hint of her generous cleavage and high waisted jean shorts that showed a little too much of her butt cheeks. Anticipation and dread each took half of her mind as she ran through her routine, from skincare to makeup before Chelsea finally appeared in person at #03-05, exactly on the dot, afraid of the consequences (if any) of being late.
Well the hype was overstated, since there was no one there.
It took a good 10 minutes before Jeremy arrived with Vince, who was armed with his camera. Puzzled, Chelsea asked if the appointment this morning was for a meeting with Vince, who by now literally had access to her (and her pictures) anytime he wanted and hence by extension required no prior appointment.
“No no, of course not. We’re a little early, the thing starts at 10am, so I thought we could chill here first.” Jeremy stated plainly.
The definition of “Chill” definitely differed in interpretation between them as Chelsea quickly found herself hot and bothered, caressed and kissed as tongues and hands roamed on and in her. Cheeks flushed, her clothes were slowly peeled away until Chelsea was left in the state she was born in.
“Hmmz, we’re gonna have to do something about that” Jeremy noted, eyeing the lower half of Chelsea, “perhaps something more permanent for the future. Let me go grab something since we still have some time”.
Aware that she was in a classroom, with what felt like minutes before the clock struck 10, Chelsea was beginning to feel anxious being this exposed in such a public place. Her worries never got answered, as Vince resumed his smooching and tongue fight, facing minimal hesitance and resistance from a concerned Chelsea.
Soon, Jeremy came back with a shaver, a bottle of water and a towel and the men got to work. They pried open Chelsea’s legs while she sat on one of the tables, clearly exposing her womanhood. It was a little moist from the action earlier and the men snickered to themselves at the effect they had on her.
Chelsea did have the practice of trimming her forest given that she had to wear swimwear and bikinis from time to time for her instagram, but she had always done it herself. And it was minimal, just sufficient so that strays will not peek out of her garments. Now two men are inspecting her womanhood closely, wielding what was a sharp weapon and mercilessly stripping them all away. Where the blade went, hair was replaced with bothered, tender red flesh.
The raw feeling of skin just shaved and how it was exposed in the open air was a new sensation to Chelsea, but she had to admit it did look kind of nice being barren down there.
Besides, the men loved it.
Finishing their haphazard job, Chelsea was quickly wrapped in the towel and ushered by Jeremy to the classroom next door. Unlike the previous room, this one was not empty. Rows and rows of male students were seated behind rows and rows of easels. Paintings and sculptures half done and fully embellished were littered at the edges of the room, leaving people to wonder if they were on display, or on standby for further, future work.
Chelsea took a quick peek and realised she recognised most of attendees present, given that they all lived in the same dormitory. Unfortunately, it also implies that most of them recognised her. Chelsea was ushered to the makeshift stage, a small rectangle about 6 inches in height, still in her towel (and nothing else) before Jeremy announced with great honor that they had the chance to invite Ms. Chelsea to be their model today. In typical showman style, Jeremy pulled the curtain to reveal the main highlight, except that it was Chelsea’s towel he pulled, to thunderous applause from the audience while Vince snapped away from a distance.
Caught in a bind, Chelsea had no idea how to respond, awkwardly drawing a curtsey and posed. Chelsea’s perfectly toned body was now on full display, the focus of more than 20 male hallmates’ attention as they sought to bring her from reality to brush strokes on each of their canvases. Chelsea couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, being this exposed in front of strangers and mere acquaintances. In fact, the knowledge of how some of the audience are actually her friends just made her feel even worse. It did not help that Jeremy and Vince were clearly trying to arouse her less than 15 minutes ago, leaving her just shaved womanhood glistening with a coat of her own juices.
And what was perhaps the worst, was the fact that Chelsea had no idea how long she needed to pose for, nor when this “event” was going to end!
Episode 14
The curtains parted further and the lights dimmed as the advertisements came to an end. From bright colours vying for attention, the huge screen in front transitioned into hazy infographics of media companies and lists of famous people.
Sydney couldn’t care less.
Huddled in the corner for a morning show on a weekday, there were barely anyone else in the theatre. What drew Sydney’s attention away from the screen however, was a cold hand clasping her own, leading it until Sydney’s fingers dipped below the backrests of the seats in front and touched something warm, the whole region available for adventurous fingers to explore.
Tinkering under limited lumination, Sydney continued to stare at the screen ahead while she felt the familiar texture and strands of coarse keratin. Finally orientated, Sydney took her time, getting a good grasp to coax the rough and lukewarm being into a tough cylinder, before stroking it at a leisurely pace.
Sydney felt the patience of her companion snap as he went from sitting back comfortably to forcefully tugging her towards him in less than a second. With the wall on her right, the left of Sydney’s body was quickly flushed against her companion as a cold hand began undoing the button on her daisy dukes. The zip was next lowered and cold fingers dipped beneath the only remaining thin fabric.
Needless to say, Sydney and her companion quickly brought each other up to speed, until both of them were hot and panting in the cold corner of the cinema, oblivious to what was happening on screen and their surroundings.
“Blow me.” Sydney’s companion whispered in her ear.
The command only made Sydney wetter as she left the torso that she was leaning on and proceeded to descend towards what’s between the legs of her companion.
Strong hands stopped Sydney from going further. Instead, Sydney heard a command that turned her legs jelly.
“On your knees Sydney. I want that guy over there to see you sucking on my dick.”
Despite herself, Sydney couldn’t help but darted her eyes towards where her companion indicated. Seated in the same row as them on the other end was a lone male hurrying to turn away in response. It left no doubt in Sydney’s mind that this stranger is not only aware of what is going on, but actively observing.
Rather than shy away, Sydney felt emboldened.
Abandoning careful, discrete movements, Sydney instead chose to boldly get up from her seat, an outstanding presence, before kneeling comfortable on both her kneecaps in front of her companion. As if goading the shy stranger to look, Sydney gave the solid meatstick in front of her face a good cat bath, alternating between looking at her partner and the stranger as she lapped, teased and sucked.
It was tough work, but Sydney had to admit it was immensely arousing when she saw that the poor stranger was trying his hardest not to look, but couldn’t help but turn his head every once in a while before darting the other direction immediately. Sydney’s satisfaction is plainly displayed across her face as her companion relieved her from her work.
Stretching her sore leg muscles, Sydney stood up straight in front her companion. The flagpole Sydney was working on was still out in the open, erect in the cold air. Sydney also could tell that the stranger was now looking at them intently, curious about what is to happen next.
Hands at her hips, Sydney was swiftly turned around, allowing her to face the big screen once again. There seem to be some violence shown on screen as the character which Sydney assumed was the protagonist was engaged in a desperate fight against larger numbers. Sydney felt icy thumbs slither underneath her panties. A curt yank was all it took for her bottom to be displaced, as they slid their way down and rested upon Sydney’s ankles.
Naked from the waist down, Sydney was keenly aware of the stranger’s shy gaze, as she begins to feel for the first time, embarrassment at her situation. Sturdy hands guided Sydney on her descend as she shied away from both her audience and the big screen, choosing instead to stare at the carpeted walls on her right as she was filled.
An involuntary gasp escaped Sydney’s lips as the sensation of her sex being stretched taut sent all sorts of pulses up her spine. The familiar shape and sensation filled Sydney’s senses and she quickly worked up a rhythm, slamming herself again and again onto her impaler as Sydney grabbed the cushioned seats ahead tightly. It was her turn to be shy, as she intermittently tried to check if the stranger was still watching them.
And every time Sydney looked, her eyes would meet the stranger’s and she’d be the one who was forced to turn away, the tables having now been turned. Unfortunately, this did not stop Sydney from moaning in pleasure.
To make things worse, Sydney’s shoulders straps were now tugged to the side as her companion urged her to free her hands. Free from obstacles, Sydney’s top was yanked down in a similar fashion (as her bottoms previously), leaving bunched around her waist before her black bra was swiftly unclasped and tossed aside after.
Sydney’s body now left nothing to the imagination as hands groped her love pillows roughly. Sydney could tell that her only spectator is now clawing in between his own legs, albeit desperately trying to be discrete, unlike the blatant show Sydney was now putting on.
Having already came once by now, Sydney knew from experience that her companion was far from done. In fact, Sydney was next bent over the seats in front, her modest breasts resting on the soft, comfortable backrest while her companion plummeted her from behind. That did the trick as intense drilling soon led to another orgasm for the couple as Sydney’s companion pulled out and released all over her butt and back.
Finally done, Sydney remained slumped over the front seat, her top still bunched around her waist, while her companion slumped back into his own chair.
They did not move for at least a good minute before Sydney recovered. As she begin scavenging her clothes, her companion reached for her soaked panties on the carpet floor and tossed it towards the stranger. Incapable of stopping him, Sydney silently bemoaned the loss of another good panty before dressing up and getting ushered out of the theatre, the show barely halfway through.
“Well, that was fun right Sydney?” Kent commented as they exited the complex. “I could tell that you certainly enjoyed it”.
“You’ll need to buy me a lot more panties” came the only reply.
Episode 15
For the audience, it was a miracle being able to see Chelsea completely naked. Most of them have heard of her, seen her around, followed her on instagram or even relieved themselves to pictures and fantasies of her. Yet now they get to meet the fantasy in flesh, in fact, in nothing but her flesh. If Chelsea was attractive in clothes, she was simply stunning without, and every single man in the audience was captivated.
Credit where credit is due, Chelsea quickly adapted to the role she was thrust into. To retain any form of dignity, all she could do was to turn professional in a snap of a finger, posing as if she had been a nude model her whole life.
Chelsea felt like she could hear a pin drop in the room.
That is, if there was a pin, and if it was dropped.
Instead, all she heard was the occasional shutter clicking from Vince, the constant strokes of brushes on canvas. Chelsea had begun to perspire, despite not having a single layer of garment on. It was also awkward exchanging eye contact with any of the painters, whose eyes alternated every now and then from the canvas to Chelsea and back. Incessant worries constantly nagged in Chelsea’s mind as all her flaws were on full display.
Did she shave her pits properly? Was her hair all weird? Were there any bruises in places where there shouldn’t be? Does she have an awkward tan line nobody told her about?
Instead, an hour swiftly passed by as Jeremy announced the end of the session, to Chelsea’s immense relief. The same towel was quickly thrown onto her and Chelsea embraced what little cover it provided, the fabric a well-missed delight on her skin.
The trio waited until all the participants left before they retreated back the adjacent classroom they had came from.
Jeremy noted that it was now lunch time and how Chelsea certainly deserved some nutrition for her hard work out there when he was rudely interrupted by Chelsea, “What the fuck was that? Why did you sign up me for this shit? How much are we even being paid?!” Chelsea spat at him.
The interjection wiped the smile off Jeremy’s face as he turned solemn. Taking a step towards the blazing Chelsea, he simply uttered “Nothing. I volunteered you for this assignment.”
Devastation struck Chelsea from within as she registered the words.
Anger surged and Chelsea found herself poised and ready to strike, her palm flat, her arm drawn back to deliver what she hoped was a nasty slap.
“Oh, and we’re not done. There is still an afternoon session.” Jeremy declared, daring Chelsea to resist, to disobey, to strike as he looked straight into her eyes as he delivered his line.
Helplessness replaced fury and Chelsea slumped, the fight knocked out of her. She was instructed to swallow two doses of protein as an appetizer before her true meal arrived. A quick 10 minutes was all she had before Chelsea was once again pleasuring the two men for the rest of the lunch break.
“All right, thank you everyone for coming back on time.” Jeremy greeted delightedly. The congregation had left the comforts of the classroom and were now in the vegetation nearby. “The theme for the afternoon session will be “one in nature”, where our model Ms. Chelsea will represent a kind of rustic beauty not found in the bustling city that we are used to. All the best”.
The Singapore sun was at full blast, hugging each and every person there with its warmth. With the vegetation replacing the classroom as her backdrop, Chelsea was once again stark naked. She squirmed despite herself when her towel was once again taken from her. She still isn’t used to displaying herself in this way and couldn’t help but fidget in response.
Worse, Chelsea could see that her audience’s attention and eyeballs were drawn to her sex the instant the towel was dropped. Compared to the state it was in barely an hour ago, her pubic region looked clearly different. Her nubble was full and engorged, saliently displayed in front of her white skin. Slightly south, her folds were also moist and swollen, indicative of recent activity. Worse, as if to remind Chelsea of the hold they had on her, the men had spanked her ass hard during the lunch session, intentionally focusing on only one side. As a result, Chelsea was more than happy to front her audience, lest they see the contrast of one bright red cheek against the other creamy white one.
Yet, all Chelsea could do was to pose as if nothing was amiss. Although she could hear the audience’s thoughts as loud and clear as they judged her. Chelsea felt like meat to be apprised, vulnerable, yet she had to keep her head high, professional. Every look, every whisper seemed like a solid verdict on her. Chelsea silently wondered how many of them will be masturbating to her tonight and shuddered at the thought.
Leaves swayed in the distance as a gentle breeze passed. Coming quickly and leaving just as fast was Chelsea’s towel, put on when the session came to an end and flung away as soon as the participants had dissipated. Chelsea knew she ought to be surprised, but instead she sat stoic, simply awaiting the instructions that she knew was to come.
Shutters clicked away as Chelsea’s knees came into contact with the grass. Spread slightly, Chelsea formed an isosceles triangle with her thighs and the grass. The undergrowth was buzzing with movement, causing fine, barely visible hair on Chelsea’s legs to sprout upright as she felt tingles all along her calves that was firmly planted parallel to the field. Certainly disturbing, Chelsea quickly put all thoughts of any creature crawling beneath the undergrowth away as her fingers dipped within her own honeypot.
Slowing coaxing her own mentality, Chelsea thought of happy images and happier days as her biological tap came slowly to life. Seducing the camera has become second nature to her by now after all the hard work she had put into her instagram page and the training provided. Rubbing, caressing and stuffing herself with increasing vigour, Chelsea finally erupted, surprising herself at the satisfaction she received, momentarily forgetting where she was.
Truly one in nature, one with nature.
Episode 16
Chelsea’s hair was in clingy strands, her breath was rasp and short and her chest heaved hard as Chelsea labored. It had been some time since Chelsea pushed herself this hard, but she had to admit it felt good.
It feels really good.
Chelsea’s muscles ached and her chest felt heavier with each movement before the music in her ears paused to announced that she had a new message on her phone. Trying hard to maintain her pace on the treadmill, Chelsea stole a glance and saw that it was from Vince, her exclusive photographer. Rolling her eyes, Chelsea ignored the message and willed herself to push for another mile, hard.
Whichever station Chelsea went, she attracted accompanying gallons of testerone. In a place like this, the gender ratio was already skewed enough, yet guys would try to be discreet as stood close by, pretending on work on their individual machines as they coped as many looks at Chelsea as they liked.
Except none of them were as discreet as they thought.
Well, nothing new Chelsea thought. She’s kind of a public figure and Chelsea knew she was hot. Didn’t work hard on for this figure for nothing right?
Grabbing her towel, Chelsea stepped off the treadmill after a brutal jog. The floor still felt bouncy and her knees felt weak. Eyes followed her every move as she wiped the sweat off her face and neck. Geared in a neon green sports bra from nike and grey lululemon workout tights, Chelsea’s figure was nicely displayed for her audience as she headed to the showers, various eyes pinned onto her rhythmic swaying motion of her butt cheeks.
Not forgetting a bathroom selfie for the gram, Chelsea finally turned to her messages:
V: Heyyy
C: I think we’re quite past “heyyy”, don’t you think? What do you want?
V: Nothing but the best for you. My birthday’s coming, care to celebrate together?
C: Do I have a choice?
V: Yes, you can choose to bring a friend! Jeremy and I are heading to a club this weekend.
C: Hah, why would I do that?
V: You might want to when you see the dress code~
Chelsea brought a friend.
The only possible one that she could. And Chelsea thought the dress code was for herself only. Turns out there was one for her friend too, albeit a less exaggerating one, but still…
Chelsea was genuinely surprised that there weren’t more people. After the nude modelling episode, Chelsea had half expected Vince and Jeremy to be parading her around half naked (or worse) among their friends by now, showing her off as their prized possession. Even more so since it was Vince’s birthday. Instead, there were just four of them, still fully dressed, lining up in the queue to enter the club on a friday evening. What a pleasant surprise.
Other than remarkably high heels four inches tall, the quartet didn’t seem look outstanding in any other way, blending nicely into the crowd.
Once they paid their dues in terms of waiting time and stepped inside, it was a different story…
-6 hours ago-
“Go to the club with you for Vince’s birthday?” Sydney asked, bemused. “Why would they want me there? Or rather, why don’t they just command me to be there?”
“I don’t really know, but it’s going to be a club and they said I could bring a friend if I wanted to, so I thought you were the only one I could possibly bring. I really need someone to look out for me out there.” came Chelsea’s honest answer. “Besides, there’s a dress code.”
“A dress code? What? Parade naked?” replied Sydney sarcastically.
“Well, no. In fact, for you, you get to choose. Sideboobs or underboobs. That’s all”.
“Whaaaat? Doesn’t sound thaaaat bad? I don’t have the clothes for it though?”
“Well, mine’s much worse, here, take a look.” Chelsea stated, showing Sydney her phone for the text messages from Vince. “Anyways, let’s go get you a dress, my treat. So… sideboob or underboob? Hahaha…”
-6 hours later-
As per instructions, Sydney removed her jacket while Chelsea unzipped hers the moment they stepped inside. Sydney was sporting a short one-piece ponte dress that ended sufficiently far away from her knees, even despite her petite height. While the material is different from a school girls’ uniform, the hem of the dress flares up if one spins with enough gusto, allowing the wearer to tease or the predator to inspect. From the front the dress looks conservative, having no neckline and patched straight up to the neck. Yet from the side it was generous enough to make wearing a bra literally impossible. It fact, Sydney often felt that if she swayed in any particular direction too hard, her mammaries might just wander out. Instead, all she had for protection was two nipples stickers and a lot of double-sided tape.
Chelsea on the other hand was wearing a stylish black leather jacket and a short navy-blue flare mini-skirt that barely covered the essentials. According to the detailed instructions, Chelsea was to wear a lacy g-string underneath and pretty much nothing else. She was also to leave the leather jacket unzipped the whole night the moment they stepped in, having only two criss-crossing black PVC tape more commonly used in the SAF for each nipple. Chelsea’s neckline thus extended all the way past her belly button to the top of her mini-skirt, and how much she exhibited depended solely on how big her movements were.
Vince and Jeremy’s eyes glimmered as the ladies got into their respective attire. Thankfully, due to the loud music, the crowd and the limited lumination, the ladies have yet to attract a lot of attention for their provocative outfits.
The party started proper as the birthday boy treated everyone to a three rounds of shots, effectively blunting everyone’s inhibitions. With more concoctions and drinking games, shouting was soon the only possible way to communicate. Everyone also started to become bolder, a strategy the guys were surprised had worked so well.
It had started with one having to share an embarrassing fact if one lost, but the questions and answers quickly turned sexual. Soon, knowledge dares turned to action dares and the ladies were asked to identify men on the dance floor they found attractive.
From daring them to do shoulder bumps, it evolved into discreetly touching their waist, their backsides and even their groins. At one point, the suave, well-built indian guy that Sydney had chosen had even grabbed her in for a kiss after she “accidentally” brushed the front of his pants with her hand. The other three quickly went to the rescue and soon all four of the quartet were all there dancing and grinding each other to the beat of the music.
In Chelsea’s various shenanigans, she had unknowingly garnered the focus of many present upon herself. Her slightly intoxicated demeanour, her provocative actions and her teasing attire had made her one of the more memorable damsels that night and many were trying to get closer. As a result, Vince and Jeremy had to “fight off” many attempts and instead surrounded Chelsea for protection.
Sydney on the other hand, was unfortunately squeezed aside in the throng of the crowd. Before she had even realised how far apart she had drifted away from Chelsea and the guys, she felt a firm palm on her buttocks, first encompassing and surrounding it firmly before giving it a light squeeze. Tantalized, Sydney turned around playfully, fully expecting it to be either Vince or Jeremy, who did not pay much attention to her usually. Instead, it was the handsome Indian that she had teased before, who seemingly was back for more…
Writer’s Note: I broke this episode up into bits.
Chapter 16.2
Sydney hadn’t realised that she had been grinding him for the last two minutes, as he slithered his way across the crowd until he was behind her. The Indian man had also mistook Sydney’s receptiveness for consent, taking it up a notch. Sydney’s shock barely registered as the guy before her continued to hold the initiative, quickly engaging her in an intense tongue fight while his hands continued to circle Sydney’s hips.
Indecision and uncertainty flashed across Sydney’s mind. She tried to consider whether she should bother to resist. But thinking took too much effort, and she was already feeling it. Besides, the guy was indeed kind of cute and whatever he was doing felt really good.
The petting intensified. Back-facing him now, kisses were trailed up and down the side of Sydney’s neck, which she quickly adjusted to give more access to. Her boobs were taken hold of and squeezed while her bottom repeatedly came into contact with an increasingly stiff rod.
Sydney moaned freely, happy to toss her thoughts and reservations away, but it was only heard by her tormentor under the loud music. Further encouraged by Sydney’s reactions, the Indian slid his hands underneath Sydney’s dress from the sides, where her sideboobs were already showing. Tracing the bare flesh, his fingers explored until it came into contact with something of a different texture. Realizing that they were nipples stickers, he brazenly ripped them off, crushing it into a ball in his palm and tossed them aside, continuing his vicious groping.
“Wanna go somewhere more private?” came the blunt question.
“Thought you would never ask” came the reply that sealed the deal.
Chelsea was having the time of her life as well. It felt nice to be coaxed and courted into doing the kinky instead of being commanded. She was by now, a little drunk and freely hugging and kissing her two male companions.
Her male companions reciprocated, keeping her tightly sandwiched between the two of them. Jeremy, who was in front of Chelsea, reached into her open jacket to fondle her voluptuous peaks while Vince, who was behind Chelsea snaked his hand under her skirt. Chelsea was then dared to reach into Jeremy’s pants, which she gamely did, although movement was rather restricted.
Chelsea felt her thong being glided smoothly down to her knees by Vince. Vince dared her to remove it completely with a twitch of his eyebrow, which Chelsea felt more than willing to take on. However, between her heels and the alcohol she had already ingested, it was wobbly at best and she had to hold on to Jeremy for support, who quickly capitalized on the opportunity to reach in between Chelsea’s legs, making her task even harder. In another dare, Chelsea’s thong was used to tie up her hair into a ponytail, signalling that she was commando for anyone that could recognise it.
The acts got more and more extreme, until the trio was thrown out when Chelsea went as far as kneeling down to provide oral pleasure.
Undiscouraged and still feeling extremely frisky, they chose a less prominent back alley nearby and took turns entering Chelsea from behind while she held the wall for support. They may be fully clothed but Chelsea was barely covered, having both palms out on the wall for support while her hips were pulled taut for access. Chelsea’s tiny skirt rose halfway up her ass cheeks in this position, leaving her sex peeking halfway out. Her colossal heels simply boosted the height of her lower body, allowing easy access for her male companions. Chelsea still had her black leather jacket on, but it remained unzipped and in this position they opened up even more, leaving her spectacular melons dangling, complete with the criss-cross black tapes on.
Chelsea was barely conscious but extremely horny when Vince, who was the birthday boy got the honours to enter her first. Chelsea didn’t know exactly where they were, but she knew she had to hang on to the wall in front of her for dear life or she was gonna fall real bad with the guy gripping her hips hard and pounding her fast and furious from behind.
“Fuck fuck fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!!!” Chelsea moaned, close to her own orgasm as Vince unloaded into her after a quick tryst. Disappointment barely reached Chelsea’s consciousness when Jeremy’s barrel filled Chelsea’s well oiled tube up once again.
“AHHH, ahh, ahhh…” was all Chelsea could utter as strong hands manhandled her tits while the rifle in her got ready to fire. Her fulfilling orgasm came even before the firing of the second round signified the end of the night programme.
All this while, Chelsea had no idea that they were giving a free show to the occasional passerby or the smoking bystander, mostly who thought that she was a pretty, paid whore with an excellent figure who was willing to do extra for higher remuneration. Unintentionally but fortunately, the onlookers paid no further heed, although they certainly enjoyed the free show.
Sydney on the other hand, was not mistaken as prostitute, but was treated like one…
Episode 16.3
The moment they checked into a 2-hour hotel 81 room, Sydney’s new dress was roughly taken away and her mouth aggressively used. Sydney’s lover was big and it took her real effort to keep her jaws wide enough to accommodate him. The rough mouth fucking quickly took away any sense of horniness Sydney might have had a while ago.
To make things worse, her male companion wasn’t satisfied. He laid Sydney face down with her knees on the bed and using his shirt as a makeshift rope, tied Sydney’s hands behind her back and lifted her hips high in the air. Taking a perfunctory swipe at Sydney’s sex and determining that she was moist, he entered her viciously and smashed away, not forgetting to spank her exposed buttocks hard periodically as he thrusted.
Sydney screamed at the pain and the rough treatment, although it came out muffled and was practically speaking, indistinguishable from moans. Sydney felt herself fully and uncomfortably filled by this stranger, pain overwhelming any pleasure. This must have been one of the biggest that Sydney has ever had, a fact that her lover seems to know as well. Fortunately, her body quickly reacted, producing lubricants to partially ease the friction and hurt. As pain subsided in one area, it quickly came in others, as Sydney had her ass cheeks slapped forcefully.
Sydney felt the devastating action pause when the meatstick was withdrawn temporarily from within her. Sydney was then flipped around, coming face to face with her lover for the first time since they entered the room tonight. Sydney felt fear looking at the deranged expression on her lover’s face as he spread her legs wide apart and once again penetrated her. Just as unkindly, if not worse, the pounding resumed to moans and cries of Sydney as she strangled the bedsheets underneath her mercilessly at the intensity of how she was being used.
With fingers tightening upon Sydney’s neck as he drilled on, Sydney began to find it hard to breathe, quickly finding the light in her going out. Bewilderingly, Sydney also began to build towards one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced as she choked and her lover sped up. As soon as it arrived however, Sydney’s mind exploded, her body collapsed and blacked out, body disconnecting with mind.
When Sydney came to, she was disoriented. Still naked, she looked around the room until events of the past hours came back to her. There was no one left in the room except her and her clothes was still by the door, taken from her the moment she stepped through. Sydney felt sore below, a light headache throbbing at her temples and had bruises on various parts of her body when she checked the mirror.
“Hey Girl, I realised I haven’t even gotten your name (nor you mine). That was great though. Let’s do this again sometime. Call me. 901xxxxx” scribbled on a random piece of paper.
Sydney crushed the paper into a ball the instant she finished reading. In the bin it belonged and Sydney considered whether she should bother showering, finally deciding against it. It was after all, close to 2:00am. She felt dirtier and dirtier each additional second she remained in the room and left as soon as she gathered her belongings (and of course, her clothes).
Episode 17
Sydney checked herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly showing. There’s nothing she can do about that, except maybe stuff some toilet paper in there.
Sydney decided against it.
On the journey back she wondered how things turned out this way. One moment she was partying with Chelsea and friends, having a real high time, the next she was banging some dude whose name she didn’t even get. And this is when life seemed to approach equilibrium, with Kent becoming one of her constants in life, even if he exhibited her once in a while.
At least Sydney knew that was something they both enjoyed.
Now, she was just a pathetic slut some dude at the club banged. Sydney didn’t even know where Chelsea were, as none of her messages received a response. Like dripping water, guilt accumulated in the empty vessel in her as she walked, seemingly in a daze. Before Sydney realised it, she was now face to face in front of a dormitory door. The number familiar yet not her (and Chelsea’s) own.
Knock knock.
Sydney could barely hear anything, but after what sounded like slow shuffling of feet, the door winked open to a dazed Alex, eyes squinting to see who the midnight visitor was.
“Sydney?” Alex muttered, clearly confused at the situation. Kent appeared shortly behind him, just as curious as to who the midnight visitor was.
“Oh hey, what are you doing here at this time?” Kent asked, concerned at the appearance of Sydney, who clearly looked roughed up. “Are… are you okay? Come in and have a seat” guiding Sydney in.
Kent tried to evaluate the situation. Something was most definitely amiss. Sydney was in a dress too revealing for her usual style, her makeup appears to be smudged, hair seemed to be in a mess and her nipples were clearing showing through, not even mentioning the amount of skin spilling out from her sides.
“You… You wanna tell me what… what happened?” Kent stammered, unsure of the approach.
All he got as answers was pitiful sobbing punctured by intermittent apologies that were hard to make out. “I… I… let another guy fuck me” Sydney finally uttered, before starting to cry and apologise profusely once again.
It was a touchy situation. To be fair, neither Kent or Sydney had ever come forward to expressly state that they were dating or that they were exclusive. After all, they started out as friends with benefits and seemingly were aware of each other seeing other people concurrently. However, ever since the incident back in the ktv, two of them began seeing each other more and more often with or without Alex. Partially for more escapades, partially because they were part of the exclusive group that really knew what went down that night. From everyone else’s perspective, it appears as if they two were dating and rumours spread had spread like wildfire accordingly.
But they had never bothered to clarify.
For Sydney, she was getting all the sex that she ever wanted or needed. It was of the consistent quality that she enjoyed, rather than risk dubious and dodgy dudes whom she just met. For Kent, it was like a dream come true. Sure he could find one-night stands here and there, but again they were few and far between and none of them were as accommodating, adventurous or wild under the sheets as Sydney.
It was, to say the least, a win-win situation for the both of them.
Until now, when a spanner is thrown into the works.
The pair had never officially “dated”, yet Sydney couldn’t help but feel like she had just cheated on him, her guilt and remorse overwhelming. Sydney was determined to make it back up to Kent, but she only knew one way, and that, she determined on the spot, was the only way forward.
Kent was still trying to process the implication of the simple sentence Sydney just made. Was it wrong? Does it constitute cheating? What exactly happened? Were some of the questions spiraling in his head. There was definitely a logic gap in there somewhere, but it was what, 3am or 4am in the morning? He can’t exactly think straight.
A human touch shattered his train of thought.
Sydney had reached for Kent’s crotch and began a sensual massage. Before he could react and protest she had managed to loosened his shorts, swallowing his member to Kent’s delight. By this time, Alex had returned to his bed, his curiosity ebbed.
Alex’s eyes lit up like floodlights in the forest at the sudden turn of events.
“Oh, oh…” Kent groaned, his mind tossing away his irrelevant questions. Except one.
“Uhh.. Tell me everything.” Kent demanded, his voice urgent and needy while his hand held firm on the back of Sydney’s head. “I want to know everything.”
So Sydney told him.
They re-enacted everything that Sydney could remember. From going back outside, to Sydney getting roughly taken out of her clothes they stepped past the door, followed by choking blowjobs, they replicated every detail with vigour despite the presence of Alex in the room.
When they finally got to tying Sydney’s hands up and getting ready for intercourse, Sydney found herself soaked with arousal this time round, the rough discomfort from the earlier session replaced by genuine desire.
Sydney could tell that Kent was enjoying himself as well. Every time she told him how roughly the Indian guy treated her, Kent would endeavour to replicate it, himself getting harder in her as she described exactly what she went through. Of course, no matter how she tried describing the sense of being filled, Kent could not replicate the same with his own, but efforts on all the other fronts were excellent.
Similar to the last time, albeit much more enjoyably, Sydney passed out by the end of it. Except this time she was awakened up by a spent Kent, who whispered that he had more surprises for her.
“Well, I actually bought this for you, but since you were such a bad girl, i’m going to use this as a punishment for what you did.” Kent explained. Sydney tried to see what Kent was referring to, but her hands were, to her dismay, still tied behind her back. She could sense the tension in the room as Kent spanked her ass lightly, before bringing it high up in the air.
Sydney felt a finger tracing her soaked and sore vagina, and begin to get a little excited. However, the finger didn’t linger but instead headed up north, towards her unsoiled territory. Spreading the juices garnered from below, Sydney felt moisture saturate her uncharted domain. Realization sparked within Sydney and all she could think of is “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck my ass.”
Instead, all Sydney felt against her unsullied flower was a rubber texture seemed sharp on the end touching her but was gently sloped. It had felt slippery on the skin near her sensitive opening. Basically, nothing organic.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, Sydney felt Kent driving the thing into her. Once the tip was within her, the tool seemed to expand outwards rapidly, opening Sydney’s rear painfully as she bit onto the pillow in front of her to deal with the pain. Sydney wanted to scream, yet needed to bite onto something as the pain rung all her senses.
Thankfully, the forceful expansion did not last long before it felt like a good portion of the object was plopped within her. It was an excruciating process, but Sydney felt herself slowly adjusting to it, much like many other things in life she had to. When Sydney finally calmed down and resumed breathing regularly, Kent gave her a light pat on her butt cheeks.
“That was the first part of the punishment. How do you like the butt plug?” Kent asked, before supporting Sydney, who still had her hands tied behind her back, up from the bed.
“We’ve never clarified, but I just want you to know that I don’t mind you having sex with other guys, so long as it’s in front of me. Now, the second part of your punishment is to help my poor roommate here who was blue-balled by our action earlier. In front of our open door, with your hands tied up and buttplug showing. Now let’s go”.
Sydney felt heat emanating from in between her legs at the anticipation when the room door was wrung wide open. Led into position, Sydney found herself on her knees once again, so many times the same night she lost count, her moist and plugged holes readily available for viewing by any passerby as she took Alex in her mouth.
Sydney had no idea what time it was, only that it was still dark outside. Instead, she was really curious how the butt plug looks in her as Kent watched on while she entertained Alex. Although any witness would only be able to see her exposed plugged up anus, moist pussy, tied-up hands and Alex such that they technically wouldn’t know it was her giving the service, the exposure and excitement still resulted in Sydney getting hornier and hornier by the minute. It was as if all the intense sex she had earlier counted for nothing, her internal desire building up once again.
Engrossed, Sydney almost came on the spot when she felt an unfamiliar hand slap her ass hard. She instinctively tried to look behind to investigate, forgetting that doing so would expose her identity. Luckily, Alex only pressed her down harder as his eyes met the mysterious straggler, a mischievous look passing between the two. Nonetheless, the realization that Sydney was almost caught red-handed sent all sorts of shudders across her body, although the men in front of her had none of such concerns. Fortunately, whoever it was did not bother to investigate further and Sydney was allowed to finish her task, allowing Alex to come all over her face before her own appetite was sated with another round of sex, all the while having the new toy was firmly lodged next to the action within her.
Episode 18
“Alright, the time is ripe, let’s do this” announced Vince.
Chelsea looked at all the well set up equipment on the beach and readied her emotions for the shoot. As her instagram page got more and more popular, Chelsea has been receiving even more sponsorships and in particular, one from a swimwear blogshop who decided that her daringness in choice of outfits was an excellent attention catcher that they would like to hire.
While the sponsor had no qualms about the display of their swimsuits and bikinis in a swimming pool setting, Vince and Jeremy had insisted on shooting on the sandy coastline, noting that it was something that was lacking in Chelsea’s repertoire. Chelsea couldn’t help but agree, although she worried incessantly about the many more potential issues that are likely to arise without the safety, comfort and privacy of the pool.
Nonetheless, with the good grace of weather, here the trio are, everything set-up and waiting as they waited for the sun to descend into the golden hour for pictures, where the golden tinge of sunset appears to improve any pictures taken tremendously.
The only issue is that it doesn’t last long, and Chelsea had quite a handful of monokinis and bikinis from their employer to cover. The same employer who happen to be on scene as well.
Chelsea felt like a novice teacher on probation, with a senior supervisor sitting at the back of the class, judging her every move. She tried her best to ignore his presence, yet her eyes couldn’t help but dart in that direction every few seconds.
Nonetheless, as the golden hue took over the horizon, Chelsea got into the mood and posed professionally the moment Vince begin snapping away. Chelsea was in a simple, no frills two-piece bikini, the color of light, baby blue. Chelsea was feeling good and confident, posing comfortably with the skills honed over this short period of time to show her very best side.
The beach was relatively sparse, something Chelsea was happy about, although she has become very comfortable with longing gazes on her as long as her most private regions are covered. Bikinis and monokinis? Definitely fits the bill.
It took close to 10 minutes before Vince was satisfied with the first outfit.
Something that Chelsea was well aware of every step of the way. Perspiration dribbled down the contours of her face as Chelsea mentally estimated what this delay would mean. There were certainly more outfits to go, and the golden hour was as literal as it gets. Jeremy was also constantly looking at his watch as she posed, which only served to add on to her anxiety..
Thankfully, the first was done.
The plan was for Chelsea to change into the next outfit in a makeshift tent that was miserably put up, but at least does the job of shielding her while she changed.
Unfortunately, regardless of how many times or how many lingerie Chelsea has tried on in her life, it was difficult to wear one by oneself while ensuring that it was properly worn and that all the parts that should remain covered, were so. It quickly became apparent that Chelsea needed help after 2 minutes when she barely finished tying up the knots of the bikini top, struggling to deal with the knots of the bottoms. Jeremy quickly proceeded to help, leaving the task of supporting the makeshift tent to a disgruntled Vince. Chelsea felt slightly intruded upon as Jeremy took it upon himself to come in, although she knew, just as well as the other two, that her body belonged to them as much as to herself.
By the time they had finished with the third suit, the trio knew clearly that time was not on their side.
Drastic times called for drastic measures, and Vince snapped, requesting Chelsea to change faster or simply do away with the tent if that is what it takes. At least out in the open, Jeremy could quickly help her. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time Chelsea was completely barren in public right?
Chelsea’s face flushed as she heard Vince’s instructions. She looked around the beach and noted that there was indeed not many people around. A family or two interspersed amongst couples, groups scattered across the vast coast and of course, the representative from her employer seated right there in the same chair. Chelsea knew Vince had a point, although the fact that being completely naked in public without others in sight is quite very different from her current case.
With a sigh of resignation, Chelsea began undoing the knot at the top of her nape while Jeremy slid her bottoms to her ankles. It was a funny feeling, Chelsea thought, to be completely bare below while her top was still somewhat covered. The thought didn’t last long, as Chelsea peeled off her baby blue bikini top as well, fully nude this time while tossing the top at the side of the open luggage while reaching for the next one.
Her actions quickly drew murmurs. And the curious stare from her employer, whose eyes seemed fixated at her womanhood.
The same womanhood that remained available for anyone’s attention as Jeremy helped Chelsea with the knots of her next top. Even after she was “dressed”, Chelsea felt like any eyeballs she may have attracted while changing never left her body ever since. Yet all she could do, similar to her experience with the modelling, was to distance her emotions and act nonchalant, as if it was simply the job being done. Completely natural.
Soon, more and more attention began to focus on Chelsea as the disperse crowd subtly converged. They waited in anticipation for each set to be done for a glimpse at Chelsea’s naked glory in between outfits. Jeremy, even took the opportunity to advertise her instagram page, as if ensuring that the crowd knew exactly who this stripping girl was would make it all worth it.
If anything, it just made Chelsea feel worse, her privacy invaded in this way.
Progress was indeed faster in this manner, as Vince could continue to snap away even while Chelsea changed (even if she wasn’t done changing). It also helped that Vince was being less particular, moving on so long as he knew he had one of two pictures that he could work with.
Before long, Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief when Vince announced that the last set was done. Looking behind herself, Chelsea saw that the sun have yet to connect with the horizon, suggesting that the light was sufficient for more. A sense of dread crept up within her as she stared at Vince, fully aware that the very same thoughts were going through Vince’s head.
And just as Chelsea expected, there was more to come.
Whispers passed between Jeremy and Vince. The next moment Jeremy was beside Chelsea, whispering instructions that Vince has just passed. His hands however, never paused as it began to untie Chelsea’s bikini top, just like he did for the previous sets. Except this time, Chelsea knew there was no next set.
She was to pose fully nude. In front of this small crowd.
Even as Chelsea contemplated, she felt the drawstrings of her garments loosening. They had in their haste, only tied a simple, single butterfly knot (instead of the usual, secure double knots) and they were unravelling. Chelsea clutched at her modesty as the camera began snapping once again.
Following Vince’s instructions once again, Chelsea posed expertly, thankful that at all times she was told to either cover herself up with her hands in one way or another, or to position herself such that her poses were graceful, yet showcasing her assets and under no circumstances exposed her bare sexuality to the camera. In between poses on the other hand, Chelsea had left nothing to the imagination for her audience, who had become a silent, staring mob.
It felt as if the proportion of time Chelsea had spent naked were much more than necessary, as they continued even when half the sun hid behind the sea. Without a word, Jeremy and Vince began packing up, leaving Chelsea to fend for herself when Vince stopped snapping.
Chelsea was at a loss of what to do, awkwardly smiling at her audience while the guys packed. Finally done, Jeremy threw her one of her bright orange bikini bottoms, a pair of cotton shorts the length of FBTs and a small, white towel as he began heading towards the toilet to clean up with Vince.
Sorely inadequate, but better than being completely naked, Chelsea quickly put on her shorts, wrapping her towel around her chest as she half-heartedly waved goodbye to her audience and her employer before catching up with Vince and Jeremy.
Fortunately, none of the crowd decided to follow her, which was Chelsea’s biggest concern and a pleasant surprise.
But the next wasn’t…
Reaching the changing rooms, Jeremy took Chelsea’s protective towel forcefully from her and ushered her in front of them as the trio stepped into the male toilet. There was no door, but rather an angled, tiled wall that hid the space toilet behind the direct gaze of the masses. Chelsea turned the corner and quickly came face to face with the showering area, which had eight shower heads and accompanying soap stands. More importantly, Chelsea knew exactly how many of these showering facilities there were because the whole space was without partitions.
Meaning to say the two guys currently showering in “cubicles” about three shower heads apart could turn and see the topless newcomer walking in.
Chelsea wanted to scream, yet she somehow she knew she shouldn’t. She made eye contact with the two men showering and stopped them dead in their tracks as they stared dumbfounded, their individual rods coming to attention at the sight of a topless Chelsea being escorted by the two men.
Ignoring them, Vince and Jeremy ushered Chelsea into the shower head on one end, furthest away from the two strangers, who had by now lost all interest in showering. Vince promptly took off Chelsea’s shorts, leaving her in the bright orange bottoms while Jeremy dug for Chelsea’s matching bright orange bikini top.
Pulling out his camera, Chelsea was relieved that Vince was simply going to continue their shoot here, although she objected to the way that they just had manhandled her. However, instead of helping Chelsea into her matching orange bikini top, Jeremy actually looped them around Chelsea’s hands, which Jeremy stretched over the shower head while securing it.
Effectively, Chelsea now has both her hands tied to the steel pipe portion of the shower head above her with her orange bikini top while she only wore her orange bikini bottoms, her love pillows out for display and feeling vulnerable.
Vince did not even ask her to pose as he begun snapping away, capturing the helpless expression of Chelsea in this state.
Panic enveloped Chelsea, unsure of her situation and how she should respond. “What’s this?! Let me go!!!” Chelsea pleaded, her eyes beginning to soak with tears.
Vince continued snapping away as Chelsea moaned when Jeremy went behind her, kissing her ear and her nape while his finger came into contact with the external surface of Chelsea’s orange bottoms, resting lightly on her clitoris with the swimwear material acting as the only barrier. Jeremy’s fingers begun to rouse rougher in circular motions on Chelsea’s clitoris while Jeremy’s other hand seized one of Chelsea’s soft, full breast in his grasp. Tracing along Chelsea’s neck with rough kisses and occasional bites, Jeremy elicited sensual moans from Chelsea as he toyed with her body.
Chelsea could only attempt to twist and turn, her futile attempts at showing her resistance and unwillingness as the stimulation turned on her immensely. Jeremy and Vince had known very well by now where her soft spots and erogenous zones are and Chelsea could hardly resist, moaning uncontrollably while being pervertedly aware of the two strangers who were showering giving her uninterrupted attention.
Chelsea quickly averted their gazes, but not before realizing that they were touching themselves at the erotic scene playing out before them. Soon, Chelsea felt the drawstrings of her bottoms being tugged away one by one as her orange bikini bottoms followed the rules of gravity with nothing to hold them. The barrier now gone, Chelsea moaned out ever louder as her fortress was invaded by Jeremy’s forces. It was so slick that it catalyzed the repeated invasions, causing Chelsea immense pleasure.
Chelsea on the verge of begging Jeremy to fuck her right there and then when Jeremy stopped, instead positioning her lurid state in various lewd positions for the camera.
When Vince was satisfied, Jeremy came face to face with Chelsea and positioned his flagpole perpendicularly just underneath the folds of Chelsea’s kitty such that even if he thrusted forward, it would slide along the exterior folds of Chelsea and not penetrate her. Utilizing Chelsea”s perfect asscheeks as handholds, Jeremy thrusted and swung Chelsea’s lower body back and forth hard while engaging in a tongue battle with her. Chelsea felt pleasure rush up her senses, being tied up, manhandled, exposed and helpless in this manner, yet never feeling the satisfaction of penetration as Jeremy came onto the walls behind her, seemingly alongside with her two unacquainted audience.
Leaving Chelsea yearning for more, Jeremy hi-fived the two strangers, who were more than happy to enjoy the free show before he went to Chelsea and released her. This time, Chelsea was given the same small, white towel but instead of her bikini bottoms and cotton FBTs, Chelsea was asked to wear her just used orange bikini top as they marched back to the beachside hotel they had rented for one night for the purposes of the shoot.
In her orange bikini top and white towel, Chelsea could feel the stickiness of the perspiration evaporating on her skin and her thick, viscous womanly essence flowing down the sides of her legs as her desire remained unsated, her thirst unquenched.
In confines of the hotel lift that was surprisingly filled, Chelsea felt herself intentionally pinned into the corner by Jeremy and Vince, before her lady parts were teased discreetly, causing an unintentional soft moan to escape her lips. Chelsea could also feel the knots of her orange bikini top and the white towel being silently loosened.
When it arrived at their floor, Chelsea could clearly feel each of her garments slipping away as she had to squeeze through the crowd to get out of the lift, with no help whatsoever from Jeremy and Vince, who were ahead of her. Seconds felt like minutes to Chelsea, who felt her garments unravel second by second as the elevator door shuttered behind her. Fortunately, it barely closed before things went “out of hand”. Chelsea sprinted towards their room, praying that no other tenants in their floor would happen to be at the corridor at this time while her garments dangled loosely by, providing zero coverage.
“Fuck me” was the only thing Chelsea said once the door slammed behind them in the room, Chelsea peeling off the remnants of the dangling material and strode dangerously towards Vince, her expression dark and fiercely sexy. The duo were barely two steps away from the door. Reacting instinctively, Vince grabbed and fucked Chelsea hurriedly from behind, while Chelsea was plastered on the room door, slamming her once and again into the membrane segregating private from public areas, their copulating loud enough to be clearly heard by the adjacent room or anyone walking by their room outside.
Jeremy patiently waited his turn, choosing to fuck Chelsea in front of the hotel mirror as he stared at her satisfied face while he plummeted her from behind. Chelsea’s eyes were rolled back in pleasure, her initial cravings sated by Vince and now a delicious second round before her.
Chelsea willed Jeremy to go faster, harder, as rough as Vince had just been with her, but Jeremy seemed to refuse, instead focusing on having each stroke agonizingly slow even as he reached around and toyed with her clitoris.
*Ding Dong, “Room service!” a polite greeting sounded from the direction of the door.
Engrossed, Chelsea could barely process the situation before the sound of the door being unlocked and cracked open registered on Chelsea’s mind.
“What the fuck?” was all Chelsea could say as she felt her hands being forcefully dragged behind her back. Chelsea tried to hide her face away in the opposite direction while Jeremy exponentially increased the intensity, causing Chelsea to groan in pleasure without restraint and came right as the waiters walked in with the food Jeremy had ordered, witnessing and heightening her moment uncensored.
At least the serving staff had some decency, Chelsea thought afterwards as she munched on the much needed calories, as the waiter had left as soon as he saw the scene and did not linger, unlike many others earlier in the day. Chelsea found out later that the waiter only entered the room because Vince had requested he put the food down inside the room. Yet somehow Chelsea no longer felt as bothered or disturbed.
Needless to say, they trio thoroughly “enjoyed and utilized” the various amenities in the room, such as the bathtub and balcony. Not wasting a single cent of their money.