Tale of Two Cities

Episode 24.3

Tyler went back and did his research, stalking across all of his friends’ social media profiles to see if he could identify the Sydney he just met. Fortunately or unfortunately, the only clue he found was that she appears somewhat often in the hall beauty, Chelsea’s instagram page.

What to make of that, Tyler couldn’t tell. But he’s putting his bet on Sydney being Chelsea’s roommate until evidence proves otherwise.

When the opportune time arrived, Tyler waited obediently at the same spot he was directed to. A stark contrast to the earlier scene, the place was dark, unlit, and quiet. Each step Tyler took reverberated in his ear until he stopped and stood, his mind awash with doubt.

Sydney on the other hand took her time. Sure it was already late, somewhat past bedtime, but really who sleeps at bedtime in universities right. Furthermore, she could see the excitement bubbling out of Kent, who was the only other person who knew what the plan was, herself somewhat infected with the excitement.

Sydney intentionally went down 10 minutes late, with Kent beside her. The hall was dark and soulless, the ceiling fans solemn in their stationary stance. Kent split off, as if in a flanking maneuver to avoid detection, his mission to remain out of sight, while Sydney went directly for her prey. She never had a single doubt that Tyler will be exactly where she had wanted him, although even she herself couldn’t explain where the confidence came from.

Sydney had prepared well. Light makeup for a natural feel, Sydney also had on a thin blue-colored singlet, a strapless push-up bra, FBTs without panties and of course not forgetting her latest favorite, her butt plug. As she rounded the corner into the return-your-tray area where Tyler ought to be at, Sydney saw the familiar silhouette turning his head up, a wide smile subconsciously forming.

Sydney loved the fact that she could have such an effect on men, something she had always lacked the confidence for, especially beside someone as beautiful as Chelsea.

But now she was the hunter, and the prey is right ahead.

“Hiii Tyler, so sorry to keep you waiting!” Sydney said cutely, hooking her arms once again around Tyler’s own, her breasts leaning right onto him. Tyler stuttered in search for a suitable reply, but found none as Sydney tugged her towards the inner side of the kitchens. Tyler’s system was overloaded once again, blood rushing towards the smaller head leaving insufficient amounts for cognitive functions.

All Tyler knew was that Sydney was here, and Sydney seems to want something from him and he’ll be damned if he wasn’t ready to give everything.

As Sydney dragged him along towards the more private areas where they are less likely to be interrupted, she continued teasing Tyler, whispering suggestive questions such as when was the last time he let himself go, what kind of adult content were his favorites. Sydney could clearly tell the excitement in Tyler and could only imagine the level of fun she was going to have…

When Sydney had Tyler exactly where she wanted him to be, she reached in for a hug, kissing the area below Tyler’s ear, while he stood there unsure. Encouraging, Sydney leaned in for a peck on the lips while her hands trailed down slowly from his chest, stopping just slightly before the top button of Tyler’s pants.

Tyler began to kiss back fervently, although his hands remained somewhat gentlemanly at his side despite Sydney’s advances. Terrible at multitasking, half his mind was on the tongue fight while the other half concentrated on following the path Sydney’s palm was taking.

Teasing him further, Sydney pulled away from the kiss and reached behind herself. A shjort snap and her bra came off unclasped, drawing it out from underneath her singlet at a stunned Tyler. Tossing it playfully at Tyler, Sydney reached for one of his hands and placed Tyler’s palm strategically on her breasts.

“First time?” Sydney asked mockingly.

“Ye.. yes” Tyler stuttered, embarrassed at his own lack of experience.

Seeing that Sydney did not object, Tyler advanced further and faster, cupping her breast hard, before pulling down the side of her singlet to expose it fully in the night air. His other hand reached between Sydney to grasp her alluring bums, only for him to realise the thick toy in her.

“What a fucking slut” was the only thought that went through his head as Tyler knew there was no reason to hold back anymore, ravaging any part of Sydney that he could get himself onto.

Tyler found himself in the thick of things, his mouth suckling hard on Sydney’s nipple, his right hand busy in between Sydney’s legs as his fore and middle finger explored her womanhood. His own manhood, stiff and harder than he’d ever remembered was being stretched and tugged on by Sydney when a loud phrase interrupted penetrated his thoughts.

“SYDNEY, YOU FUCKING SLUT” came the booming voice. To whom it belongs Tyler does not know. But the beauty of human languages is that intonation alone often conveys more than one thinks, and certainly even without context Tyler knew that he was in trouble. And if it wasn’t enough that his brain caught on quickly, he felt himself going limp below almost instantaneously, especially since Sydney’s head snapped away as she froze in place upon hearing the accusation.

The duo barely managed to do any damage control, such as getting dressed, before they were caught with their pants down…

Kent stomped on in, playing the part he was meant to play to perfection.

The ghastly expression on the Tyler’s face almost made Kent broke out of character, but fortunately he had somewhat expected that and managed to hold it in.

Dragging the barely dressed Sydney away from Tyler, Kent noticed for the first time how far they had already gotten. Sydney’s FBTs only covered half of her ass, her frontal bush fully exposed and her favorite butt plug showing. No bra was to be found and Sydney’s singlet had turned into an off-shoulder top, so off that only one of her breasts were covered.

Playing her part, Sydney screamed as she was dragged away. Pretending to cover her exposed parts up with her limbs, she braced for the slap that was scripted to come.

“Uhhh!!! Don’t hurt me!” Sydney wailed as Kent’s palm connected with her cheek, reddening it slightly.

“You slut.” Kent spat. “Since you like to fuck that much, I’m going to fuck you right here you bitch.”

Spinning Sydney around so she now faced Tyler, Kent dragged Sydney’s FBTs to her knees and plunged himself into her. Holding taut onto both Sydney’s hands with his own, Kent stretched them far behind Sydney’s back and plummeted into her repeatedly.

The scene before Tyler was surreal. Tyler felt like this was coming he had only seen in pornographic movies and erotic novels. He couldn’t believe it was happening right in front of his eyes, an overzealous and horny girlfriend being caught by her boyfriend. And just like plots that only happen in adult films, he was fucking her in punishment right in front of him.

“Uhh!!! No Kent! Not here! Uhhhhh, not in front of others!” Sydney pretended to plea.

Tyler felt his limp member coming back to life as he watched. Hard as steel, Tyler so wanted to touch himself and he knew that he would if not for the fact that Sydney’s boyfriend was literally still in front of him and would unlikely appreciate Tyler masturbating to the sight of his girlfriend being fucked.

As if putting on a performance, Tyler saw Sydney’s boyfriend letting go Sydney’s hands on his last thrust, causing Sydney to fall forward as her boyfriend came, spurts after spurts landing on her as she laid on the ground.

“Want your turn? Do you have somewhere more private like your room?” Tyler heard Sydney’s boyfriend whisper.

He could only stare in disbelief as Kent patted him on the back and helped Sydney up…

Episode 24.4

The next thing Tyler knew, he was losing his virginity in his dormitory room. The girl he was plunging into was slick with cum from her boyfriend, making it incredibly warm and mushy on his tool. In her mouth was said boyfriend, enjoying her service while Tyler mindlessly pounded away.

He still could not believe the events that led to this, but somewhere between helping Sydney and Kent into his room to getting himself wrapped within Sydney, Tyler had a revelation. One he intended to utilise fully…

Call Tyler a gentleman, but something about coming in someone’s girlfriend in his presence was just too much for Tyler such that despite Sydney’s pleas, he pulled out and came on her back instead, which in hindsight was a bad idea given that he now needed to help wipe Sydney down. Switching over, it was Tyler’s turn to enjoy Sydney’s mouth, again his first ever experience.

This however allowed him to be much closer to Sydney, which meant that he was able to whisper some things to Sydney without Kent hearing giving the din that the trio was making. Kent for his part did see Tyler whispering something to Sydney beside her ear, but confidently characterized as Tyler requesting for some service, which Kent couldn’t be bothered to stop.

The trio collapsed onto Tyler’s bed after both Tyler and Kent came in Sydney again, definitely way too squeezy for comfort.

5 minutes later, Tyler was chasing them out of his room.

Out of earshot, Sydney and Kent talked about how their plan had succeeded in every way that they could ever have planned. Needless to say, it was an enjoyable evening for the both of them and even with Kent’s stamina he had to admit that they both had better had back to their rooms for rest, especially given that it was close to 5am in the morning.

“I’ll see you here at 10am” the telegram message from Tyler read.

Sydney was too tired to think as she set her alarm for 9.45 after her shower. She had no idea where this was going to lead, yet she knew there was no way she was going to be missing out.

Whatever the consequences may be.

Writer’s note: Breaking up the episodes really seem to tarnish the pace, so I’m just going go back to posting whole episodes. Although this would mean longer interim periods. Enjoy!

Episode 25

It was barely noon when Chelsea received instructions from Jeremy to dress up as their first stop of the day was to meet a client that required Chelsea’s services in school. While Jeremy didn’t elaborate further on the task, he did mention it was something sports-related, prompting Chelsea to put on her active-wear.

Meeting up with Jeremy 15 minutes later in her sponsored sports bra and long tights, Jeremy explained that he felt the assignment was for a good cause, and decided arbitrarily that it deserved a 50% discount from them. Chelsea raised an eyebrow at the generosity, but didn’t pursue the matter further, for she understood that she knew next to nothing about the business model and Jeremy probably gave it for good reason.

Chelsea frowned as she was led to the entrance of the billiards room. She looked at Jeremy questioningly, who only shrugged and muttered under his breath “cue sports”.

As Chelsea stepped in, distinct sounds of cue balls clashing with object balls rang periodically, seemingly from a different direction each time. The room was cold, and Chelsea began to feel slightly under-dressed when she noticed people were wearing jackets in this place.

The whole place was allayed with tables, neatly down the line. On one hand were 9 Feet tables with blue cushions and metal-lined rims while the other side was filled with perfectly aligned 12 Feet tables with green cushions and well-polished wood. There were activity on both sides, although quite a few heads turned at their entrance.

It was immediately apparent to Chelsea that most, if not all of those present were male.

A guy around Jeremy’s age approached and welcomed the new entrants. He introduced himself as the Captain of the billiards team here in the university’s cue sports club and as the requester of the Chelsea’s services.

He outlined it for Chelsea. The task was simple, just be physically present in the club room every other time they have practice. Chelsea is free to help herself to any of the tables for a game, or if she so chooses, could simply stare at her phone for the whole duration. The Captain noted how the results of the cue sports team have declined steadily over the years and now with him at the helm, he was hoping to reverse the impossible.

Hopefully with Chelsea’s help, he could treat a dead horse as if it was a living one and the very first step was to convince members to attend practice regularly, even if it meant that they were distracted by Chelsea, for that is better than complete absence.

A simple task in Chelsea’s mind, she agreed readily. There was practically no difference given that Jeremy had accepted the request anyway.

The two retreated into a corner, choosing a 9 Feet pool table to colonize.

Completely new to the game, Chelsea had no idea what the rules were, how the cue stick were to be held or even how to form a bridge with her non-master hand. But given how she had approximately an hour to spend, she thought she might as well make useful the time, practicing with Jeremy. Jeremy of course took the chance for more skinship and necking, but it was nothing Chelsea wasn’t already used to.

The effect the duo had however, was instantaneous. In today’s world of mass media, text messages and sneaky photos of the attractive lady in the room was quickly disseminated, where members old and forgotten were quickly summoned to the spectacle. Chelsea’s instagram was quickly dug up and many were impressed with how much better she looked in real life. Seeing a girl amongst them was a rare enough event, but for the lady to be only in her sports bra and tights was unheard of if not for the openness they saw in Chelsea’s instagram.

Needless to say, the Captain’s strategy was a hit, albeit working quicker than he would have ever imagined. A glimpse of light at the end of the abysmal tunnel.

At the end of the hour, Chelsea and Jeremy left the premises, to the disappointment of many. Chelsea had learnt the very basics and was looking forward to the next session.

The Captain in the meanwhile promised his team that Chelsea will be back if they keep up their practice. And if for whatever miraculous reason the team is able to clinch the coveted nationals, he would have a surprise in store for them, boosting morale all around.

The next appointment on Chelsea’s schedule was a special one. It was not part of her usual routine of doing research on the next haunts of Singapore, nor was it about preparing content for any of her platforms such as YouTube or Instagram. Instead, she was to attend a promotional event just like how influencers like her would, except this time she was going to be the performer and the star.

By virtue of her reputation in the scene, Chelsea was chosen to be a live model for the launch event of her client’s new product. A live model that was required to be in a bikini throughout the event, which seemed completely unrelated to the product on launch.

Drawing inspiration from the Rosse Durt, apart from the choice of outfit, Chelsea was to be housed in a temporary room set-up specifically for the event in the mall. The temporary room was made up of glass on three sides, leaving only the event backdrop opaque with a cut-out door for access. Even the roof was made of glass, ensuring that as spectators from the higher floors would be able to see whoever was within the glass house.

It was certainly nothing Chelsea had done before, nor seen in Singapore before.

The event organisers decided on Chelsea in view of her work ethic and her reputation in the industry. They knew that it would have been difficult to find a model willing to fulfill their requirements and was thankful when Chelsea, through Jeremy, accepted the task. They were even kind enough to remind Chelsea of the necessary precautions that she ought to take to prevent any mishaps especially since there will be a segment where the emcee and fans would also enter the glass house for some interaction.

Stepping into the makeshift area set-up for the production crew “backstage”, Chelsea and Jeremy headed into the changing room designated for Chelsea. It was simply a haphazard area delineated with makeshift cardboard boxes to “create” a room. The cardboard door technically couldn’t even be locked, although a similarly slipshod lock was in place.

Chelsea has severely limited space in her “private” changing room, a make-up desk and mirror lined with light bulbs on the perimeter and a chair. Jeremy barely had space to sit as Chelsea began prepared for the evening.

Her outfit for the day’s activities involved a black-colour based bikini halter top lined with white, lacy fringes. Black bikini bottoms with similar characteristics of white laces on a black base twirling into white strings completed the set. Chelsea was also required to wear a headband topped with black kitten ears, making her look more like a cosplayer from the world of animation.

A temporary tattoo with the logo of her client strategically placed just high enough above one of her breasts meant that it would snuggle right next to her cleavage, where attention is likely to gather, for maximum effect.

Taking no chances, Chelsea busied herself with the precautionary measures the event organisers were kind enough to emphasize. After all, many would rather she suffer a wardrobe malfunction, given that that meant more attention for the event.

That meant nipple stickers, double-knots and double-sided tape lining the inner perimeter of her bikini top such that no matter how much she moved, they wouldn’t slide and reveal more than they already have. Chelsea even took the time to line the compact the triangle at her groin, grateful that Jeremy and Vince had convinced her for laser treatments (IPL) so that she wouldn’t have to experience “hair removal” as she prepared to tape herself down.

Just before Chelsea taped herself down, Jeremy interrupted with a gift. On his palm were two small, stainless balls silver in colour.

Chelsea stared in bewilderment.

“For your kitty.” Jeremy explained, as if that was sufficiently explanatory.

Sighing at the sick games Chelsea was made to play, she stuffed them in one by one, a difficult task considering she had had no sexual stimulation at all, a rare occurrence in and of itself. The size of the balls were manageable, and Chelsea was feeling no major discomfort other than the fact that she was filled.

Finally getting to tape herself down below and touch-up on the finishing touches of her make-up, Chelsea stood up in her heels, only to immediately hold on to the chair she was on seconds ago for support. She could feel gravity working on her, threatening to let slip the orbs within her at any moment.

Clenching to keep them internal, Chelsea soon got used to the sensation and took a tentative step.

It was much worse.

Walking, something second nature to a great majority of people, now becomes a major issue. Whenever Chelsea took a step, the spheres reposition within her, seemingly with a mind of their own, engaging various parts of her sensitive tissue. It was incredibly arousing to say the least and was like nothing she had experienced before.

Furthermore, it was hard enough to keep herself clenching, let alone while walking. The task appeared to sap way too much of her attention and Chelsea pleaded with her eyes at the smirking Jeremy.

No mercy given, Chelsea stepped out into her task.

Welcoming her appearance was throngs of fans, who cheered as she stepped into the glass house. Waving, smiling and posing for pictures, flashes lit up Chelsea’s face repeatedly she tried her best to stay relatively rooted to one spot, which she found helpful as this meant lesser brainwidth of her concentration was required.

She even took some selfie insta-stories, encouraging more attendance and showing off the attention she was drawing at the event.

“Sure it’s arousing, but nothing I can’t handle” Chelsea thought.

Chelsea was certainly holding her own, until the highlight of the event came and the emcee entered the glass house.

To ensure that the event was memorable, the Emcee endeavoured to bring the crowd to a high. Rousing the masses repeatedly, the Emcee was high-spirited, and ran from one side of the tiny room to the other, engaging all parts of the audience. No choice but to follow, Chelsea could only hold it in and smile as brightly, the sensation below a drain on her mental resources. Chelsea could feel herself slowly getting damp, and was glad that she was fortunate enough to be in black.

At times, the Emcee even cued many actions for Chelsea to complete to excite the crowd, such as making Chelsea jump repeatedly, to threaten the spilling of her assets, which the spectators followed with anticipation. Her double-sided tapes however held strong and Chelsea was spared any embarrassment in that area. She did feel her nipples getting stiffer as the hops only served as swings to enhance the pleasure she felt.

By now, Chelsea could acutely feel herself soaked below, praying hard that no one else could tell.

Based on what she could recall from the event rundown however, Chelsea knew this wasn’t the end yet.

Next came interaction time, where members of the public who were smart enough to answer product-related questions won a chance to enter the glass house to and take photos with Chelsea as fan service. Needless to say, those who bothered were males and Chelsea was soon busy with posing.

Some of them naturally extended their arms around Chelsea’s shoulders, while others wrapped around Chelsea’s slender waist. Chelsea also frequently felt tugs at her knots though she could only maintain her smiles at the various intrusions in front of so many cameras. The skinship certainly did arouse her further though.

A few rude “fans” even dipped below that, using the opportunity to caress or grope Chelsea’s ample cheeks, drawing a soft moan from her on one such soft embrace. All these combined to cause Chelsea even more duress, causing two streaks of thick, viscous liquid to propagate from the source across each of her two inner thighs.

No one had noticed at the time, focused mainly on the activities and the top half of Chelsea’s body, but it would soon become apparent the second any photos were reviewed. Chelsea even left a damp spot on one of the guys’ jeans when she consented to a hug.

By the time Chelsea was done and escaped behind the event backdrop to a receiving Jeremy, she was begging to be fucked, and fucked hard with her eyes. The duo whisked back into the Chelsea’s designated changing room backstage the moment they were clear.

Slamming the thin, makeshift door behind himself, Jeremy let loose his member as Chelsea brought herself to her knees, her mouth quickly occupied. Chelsea felt the immense pressure on the back of her head even as she tried to toy with Jeremy using her tongue. Multi-tasking, Chelsea kept her knees wide apart on the ground and swept her bikini bottoms aside, causing ripping sounds of double sided tape getting detached from skin to ring crisp and clear in the enclosed makeshift backstage area. Two loud thuds followed as Chelsea’s stainless steel tormentors were ejected from her body.

Now free for access, Chelsea’s mouth was replaced with her aroused and tormented canal, engulfing Jeremy while he entered her from behind in front of the mirror, full lights blazing. Jeremy stared at Chelsea’s expression of lust as moans of carnal desires ensued from Chelsea as they went at each other.

Unmistakable were the sounds of coitus and the room did nothing to hide them, quickly drawing the attention of the production crew, including the emcee who was resting in his own makeshift room. Barred from seeing the action within by the thin, makeshift cardboard door that Jeremy had slammed a few moments ago. It was however, not enough to prevent them from crowding around, ears to cardboard as their own rods rose in their own pants.

Some even tried to circumvent the door by climbing onto tables and chairs, hoping for a sight at the scene that was undoubtedly hot but to no avail.

“You know people outside can hear you right?” Jeremy leaned forward and whispered.

Chelsea only stared back through the mirror and moaned even louder, her lust insatiable after what she was made to go through. Jeremy could only respond with more ferocity to satisfy the unquenchable.

Soon, the combined weight was too much to bear for a door made for a different purpose and the thin barrier between the couple and the rest of the crew fell, their outrageous act in the open for the eyes of all to see.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop” Chelsea screamed as all stared in shock and envy except Jeremy.

“You guys can go next if she allows, but let me finish up first.” Jeremy stated, himself speeding up unknowingly now that he had an audience. He slammed himself to a finish, prodding an unbalanced Chelsea forward until she had to lean on her make-up table for balance.

Chelsea was still in her cat-ears headband and bikini top, her bikini bottoms only pulled slightly sideways, showing her sex fresh and swollen from the recent engagement.

Someone amongst the crew suggested the sick idea of fucking Chelsea in the glass house that she was in earlier, and that quickly brought about consensus.

Jeremy acted on it, ripping off all the precautions Chelsea had put in place. Escorting her back into the glass house, Chelsea cat-walked only in her heels and headband, a huge following closely behind.

Now that the event had ended and the mall closed, Chelsea was back in the glass house she was in barely an hour ago, armed only with her heels and cat-ears, penetrated by smelly and sweaty men of a wide range of ages while the crew outside tore down the event set-up while half distracted by the action.

It was as if Chelsea was a service centre, with men taking turns tearing down decorations and coming in for a taste of her. While Jeremy had a condom-only rule for penetration, it didn’t not stop Chelsea from having to taste dozens of foul-smelling phalluses from men of various citizenship nor getting repositioned in all kinds of ways. Most that enjoyed her well-used hole finished in their respective condoms, although inevitably some who used Chelsea’s throat finished all over her.

At her peak, Chelsea felt like she was servicing four men simultaneously, although the variety of positions she was used in meant that her capabilities were limited.

Even the Emcee (who is married with two children) Chelsea was working with awhile ago came for his turn, although he made it clear that no other men was to be near when it was his time. He especially loved twisting the nipples he tried so hard to expose during the event just now while thrusting upwards into the riding Chelsea, although exactly who the rod belonged to mattered no longer to Chelsea.

When most of the men were satisfied and the glass house got torn away last, Chelsea could finally remove her ridiculous heels and walked back to her designated changing room completely nude with Jeremy. Chelsea was in an absurd state, her hair in a mess, her make-up smudged, her muscles sore, her skin sticky. Yet she was only to find, upon entering, that all of her clothes were missing. No underwear, no shirts, no shorts. All taken away as souvenirs for the men who no doubt had already had a taste of her in the flesh.

Jeremy could only offer his T-shirt, while he cabbed back with Chelsea topless, and Chelsea bottomless.

“What a horny slut huh, the figure so good somemore.” the Emcee said to another co-worker over supper, sustenance necessary for the energy spent.

“Yeah man, I wonder how many guys have she fucked. Thought Instagram is just for show only, but end up really suck cock better than professional.” his co-worker replied, the two chuckling into the night, amazed at the luck they had for the evening.

Episode 26

“BRNGGGGGGGG!!! BRNGGGGGGGG!!!” Sydney’s alarm screamed, accurately at the time she had set the night prior.

Slamming in groggily, Sydney wondered how many hours she had slept and momentarily forgot why she bothered putting in such an early time.

“Oh right Tyler!” the thought flashed across her mind. Alert, she quickly checked her phone by her bed for messages from Kent. Chelsea was flipping over in her own bed by the commotion, but quickly returned to dreamland.

Noting the lack of texts from Kent, Sydney actually envied the fact that he got to sleep in while she didn’t. Although remembering what she was going to set out to do kind of pushed that thought far into the deep recesses of her brain.

Minutes later, Sydney found herself bent over on Tyler’s bed, the very same one she was on the previous night, naked and occupied by Tyler from behind. Except this time her hands were tied behind her back with one of Tyler’s singlets.

“I was wondering…” Sydney heard Tyler began while his pistoning continued, “about last night.”

“How improbable last night’s events were, for them to occur by chance” Tyler continued.

Sydney felt Tyler slow and pull out slightly as he delivered his next line, “And my conclusion is that…”

“IT WAS ALL PLANNED YOU SLUT!” readjusting and slamming into Sydney dark flower as he exclaimed!

Sydney cried out in pain at the sudden, non-lubricated intrusion.

“You love it don’t you.” Tyler continued with his monologue while going with slow and deep strokes, albeit in a different opening from before, “You are just a slut who loves kinky sex aren’t you? I bet vanilla sex can’t even satisfy you anymore”

“And the best part is, you don’t even need to answer me. Because the fact that you agreed to coming and now here getting yours ass rammed proves everything”.

Sydney buckled at the delivery of the last line. She had just found herself clamping down hard at Tyler’s monologue. There were no fast and furious fucking she had expected, but she had came in spite of everything.

It finally ended when Tyler gunned her ass, a completely different but intense sexual experience, from a recent virgin nonetheless.

The next command from Tyler? To inform him every time Sydney was going to go on a date with Kent and at periods where Kent is unavailable for a 3-hour window or more.

Needless to say, the next opportunity didn’t take long to arrive.

Sydney was scheduled to prepare for her date with Kent later that night after classes for the day had ended. However, her preparation for the date involved an additional 30 minutes where Sydney found herself naked in Tyler’s room choking, before Tyler begin to leave lovebites in various places, such as the middle of Sydney’s back, where the clasp of her bra would usually reside, on one of her buttcheeks, her inner thigh, and perhaps most damning, right next to one of her nipples.

Sydney would find herself in an awkward situation trying to explain them away if Kent ever noticed, which she conveniently circumvented by suggesting they make love that night with the lights off, pouncing on Kent before he had a chance to take a closer look.

After what had happened between them, Tyler and Sydney were shameless in their texts. He would openly ask about what Sydney and Kent did in bed and Sydney would respond in detail, occasionally adding in pictures. Sydney even admitted that she does have an exhibitionist fetish which Kent had utilised fully.

All Tyler did in response was to note them all down, and plan his next move.

The next time Kent was away for the night to visit his family, Sydney found herself sneaking back into campus after lying about returning home as well. Back with Tyler, they soon found themselves en route to another part of the campus with on board of the last shuttle buses available. It appears to Sydney that she had been to this part before, but not often as it was another residence far apart from the one Sydney and Tyler belonged to. The majority of the residents were foreigners, and no matter how open a society is, gaps still exist in these relations.

Leading the way, Tyler forged ahead purposefully, until he reached the portion of the residence where admittance required clearance. Swiftly allowed in, Tyler met up with his friend whose room they will be using tonight.

Tyler wasted no time once the door was closed behind the three of them. Sydney was introduced to Tyler’s long-time friend Johnson by licking on his testitcles. Pressing the back of Sydney’s head hard onto Johnson, Tyler described Sydney as “Swansea’ a kinky slut he had met who absolutely loved sucking dicks, even if it wasn’t her boyfriend’s.

Johnson could only exclaim at the skills Sydney was exhibiting, himself relatively new. Stopping before Johnson could accidentally come all over Sydney, Tyler requested a change in position, to something he had always wanted to try.

The next thing Sydney knew, she was atop Tyler, her sex defiled by him while she was held so closely her areola came into contact with Tyler’s torso. Sydney’s backdoor was in turn defiled by Johnson, a man she met for the very first time in her ass.

Sydney felt herself incredibly filled, the sensations overwhelming as the two men in her trudged on. Consciousness hung on by a thin thread as her brain was overloaded with stimulations coming from the most sensitive areas of her body, in quantities not meant for the human body.

Sydney only came back when she felt Johnson pull out of her and came on her back, a somewhat pleasant surprise given that the guys she knew usually came inside when there’s no risk of pregnancy. Tyler was next, pulling out and spraying his junk on Sydney’s front, a significantly portion landing on her tidy, neat forest.

Thinking the session to be over, Sydney was instead next blindfolded and collared. She was to put on the black, nike sports bra she had worn in her way in and her converse sneakers. A struggle to be sure, but Sydney had help and soon she found herself handcuffed, completely blind and led outside of the door, to a destination unknown to her.

Sydney can’t help but feel herself getting aroused again. Here she was collared, leashed, blindfolded and cuffed, wearing nothing except her sports bra and shoes. Sydney’s senses were enhanced to compensate for the lack of sight and she could still feel cum on her body and wonder how that would look like now that they were out in the open and anyone could chance upon them.

Sydney’s legs quivered when she imagined how horny such a sight would be, a blindfolded lady with almost all of her lady-parts exposed, blindfolded and led around like a slut. What would people think? What if someone recognised that it was her?!

“Kneel” came the command that interjected her line of thought. Sydney lowered herself, her knees coming into contact with rough basalt instead of smoothly paved tiles.

A palm gripped Sydney’s chin, before two fingers squeezed into her cheeks, prompting Sydney to open her mouth. Sydney felt her head being guided before she mouth was once again, for what felt like the umpteen time that night, filled with the male reproductive organ.

She had absolutely no idea who it belonged to. Tyler? Johnson? A random stranger? Sydney did not know and certainly it didn’t matter given her current state of undress anyway, but the uncertainty still tingled her.

Getting wetter again, Sydney felt herself getting spanked on her behind as sounds of distant footsteps approached. Lifting her head to hear better, the hand on the back of her head swiftly reacted to push Sydney back to her task as the spanking continued for a bit, drowning out any other sounds.

Nevertheless, in Sydney’s mind she knew she was just seen sucking cock while getting spanked. The thought alone drove her mad with lust at how slutty she is and she was half begging to be fucked.

Her wish granted, Sydney was allowed to rise, before turning 180 degrees around and lowered onto her skewer in a sitting position. For better balance, Sydney spread apart her legs to lower her centre of gravity as she continued bobbing up and down her penetrator. Still pitch dark, Sydney postulated that they must be on some sort of bench, the guy she was riding on sitting on the bench and her on him.

Living up to her reputation, Sydney moaned hard each time she lowered herself, the fact that she was out in the open an afterthought at best. Sydney only tapered down when she heard the unmistakable sound of tires on asphalt from a distance, remembering her situation.

As the tires got closer, Sydney begin to realise how exposed she was. Clearly if she could hear the road this crisply she must be unhindered from sight. By the time the tires screeched to a stop, Sydney dare not make a sound anymore, although she never stopped bouncing. The sounds of a car door being slammed shut was less than a metre away and a loud gasp followed before a nervous patter of quick footsteps slowly descended into the distance.

As if to aid Sydney’s sexual experience, Sydney heard Tyler whisper in her ear that they are currently at the main bus-stop to the residence, and the Grab driver who had just dropped off one female student is now staring intently at Sydney’s state.

“Nooo, oh no, oh no” Sydney could only mutter as the realization of what Tyler had just conveyed hit. To make things worse, Tyler snaked his hand around and begin furiously flicking the sensitive nub just below Chelsea’s bush, cajoling her into a series of high-pitched moans. Sydney found herself powerless to stop, seeking her the rod in the deepest part of her again and again as she orgasm felt inescapably close.

Shuddering at the touch of another hand lifting up her sports bra, Sydney could feel the night air on her tits as she was fucked, no doubt in full view of the Grab driver who doesn’t seem to have left yet.

Utterly degraded, Sydney slumped into a corner when they finally returned to Johnson’s room. While there was no doubt that it was an exercise to exhibit Sydney, Sydney knew it was more for humiliation rather than exhibition and wondered what she had just gotten herself into.

Did it matter that she had came so damn hard and enjoyed it so damn much?

Episode 27

Chelsea walked through the doors of billiards club room and immediately noted the increased activity. While she wasn’t sure if it was due to her presence, she certainly enjoyed the attention she immediately garnered, eyes landing on her from all parts of the room, people pausing from their games at their various tables to gawk.

Chelsea had dressed with intention today. Her make-up was exquisite, natural yet bringing out her features. Her lips were coated bright red, a stark contrast to the rest of her face, a complement to her dress.

Chelsea was equipped with a black figure-hugging dress. Thin spaghetti straps across her collarbones, a subtle V-cut in the middle. The material was soft and comfortable, gliding on Chelsea’s skin, thin so that Chelsea’s excellent figure that she worked hard for can be easily seen. Smooth such that the outlines of her matching red lingerie designed for stark contrast are clearly visible.

Well, Vince had suggested that since they were going to spend so much time here, might as well do a mini photo shoot, which explained the over-elaborate ensemble.

As usual, Chelsea and Jeremy headed towards the corner 9-feet pool table that they were placed the previous time, while Vince followed in tow. They warmed up for a bit before Chelsea’s photoshoot begun.

Bending over posing to take a shot, Chelsea’s cleavage presented itself to the camera, her red, lacey push-up bra an attention seeker directing the audience’s eyes. From the back, her short dress hiked up considerably, showing off the very tinge of her red panties. Chelsea got into several other poses involving her chalking up the cue stick, a quick blow to remove the excess at a close-up shot. Others include splaying over the table, with specific tasks and poses directed by Vince.

All to seduce the camera.

Soon, it was clear that they were running out of ideas and Vince decided that they should perhaps take more candid shots instead.

With no better ideas, a game was quickly set-up, a best-of-three between Jeremy and Chelsea, which naturally involved forfeits.

In this case, stripping.

The game of 8-ball pool started out proper, Chelsea taking her spot for a break in the first game. Focused, she angled her cue at the white ball, the stick tucked in between her bosoms, poised to strike. Her breasts were threatening to spill over in as gravity worked as she aimed, a sight that quickly attracted much attention from those in front of her.

As a newbie however, Jeremy took quick work of her, ending the first game in less than 10 minutes.

Game for the forfeit, Chelsea begin removing her push-up bra, sliding the bright red straps past both her shoulders before withdrawing her arms from within. A quick snap and she pulled it right over her head, to the amazement of all who were within sight. Placing it right on the edge of the pool table, it looked out of place, yet ostentatious like silverware in a display cabinet.

The cold air quickly caressed Chelsea’s freed nipples, showing it off under the thin, black material the figure-hugging dress was made of as she surveyed the table and decided on her next shot. This also meant that the next time Chelsea was taking aim, she was graciously showing off her love pillows to anyone that happened to be in front of her when she took her shots. Without support, they fumbled even more each time Chelsea took aim, right on the edge of spilling out of her dress. The movements felt familiar to Chelsea, similar to the tremors she commonly experiences when she gets conquered from behind.

Needless to say, the second game went down almost as quickly as the first and Chelsea soon found herself bending over and sliding her matching red panties down her legs, in full view, before extracting her feet over it. In a similar fashion, it was placed right on top of her bra the full ensemble on display while Chelsea wore nothing else other than her dress and her heels.

Chelsea didn’t mind it one bit, understanding this was exactly what she was hired to do, nothing much more than her job. Showing a little skin was after all, nothing novel anymore.

The score two-to-zero, there were no more games to be played, but Jeremy came over for a quick tongue battle as thanks for the game, his hands especially naughty roaming all over Chelsea.

Most of those present were already harnessing a nosebleed at the steamy sight.

The trio made an as grand exit, with eyeballs trailing them as Jeremy guided Chelsea out with one hand on her bare ass, and the other holding on to her bright red underwear…

…

At the same time on the other side of campus, Sydney found herself back in Johnson room, in a policewoman costume.

Sydney had realised that due to Tyler’s overreliance on pornography and animated adult films for the majority of his life, his perception of sex and females were all incredibly skewed. Nothing to base off in reality, Tyler’s fetishes were sick to say the least, preferring humiliation, belittling women and treating them nothing more than toys. Nothing that would get him laid in real life normally, although he did hide it incredibly well based on his usual demeanor. He also turned out to really like cosplay which explains the costume prepared specifically for Sydney.

Naturally, the policewoman costume looked nothing like real officers, intentionally created for the purposes of bedroom fun. Apart from the headdress, Sydney’s top was tiny. So tiny it only required two buttons to hold them together. It also shows off a good amount of midriff and comes with a micro skirt that barely were barely long enough to cover the important bits.

Once again, the curtain was in place, obscuring the window to Sydney’s soul.

Marching Sydney forward, Sydney is again left to imagine the destination that they will be heading to, except this time she was barefooted. Her hearing intensified at the lack of sight, Sydney tried picking up on any possible clues. Nothing seemed salient enough for these purposes. Her feet also constantly came into touch with smooth tiles, suggesting that they were still well within the building.

A few flights of stairs and some further walking after, Sydney’s feet came into contact with water, alarming her.

“Are we outdoors now?” Sydney thought.

No answers ever came.

Instead a command for her to kneel was all she heard, before she pushed backwards, onto what seemed like a tiled wall, judging by the texture of it on the skin of her back. Arms lifted above her head, Sydney found herself cuffed to something solid, a resounding clang of metal on metal as her captors secured her.

The whole place was filled with smells familiar with Sydney, but in the absence of better information, her head was unable to place them anyway in particular.

“We are now going to play a game” Sydney heard Tyler speak, after the obvious sounds of camera shutters were heard.

“You are going to guess whether the dick you are going to suck belongs to me or Johnson. If you guess incorrectly, we are going to remove a piece of your outfit. Simple enough right?” Tyler continued.

“Sure… But wait, can you at least tell me where I am?” Sydney pleaded.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure you will find out for yourself real soon. Now for reference, here’s mine” Tyler replied, mercilessly thrusting his barely thickened member in between Sydney’s lips.

Instinct kicked in for Sydney as she reacted instantly, coaxing and extracting for the umpteen time in her life. Tyler was rough, sparing no thought for her well-being, repeatedly plunging down her throat. Sydney didn’t retch, instead swallowing hard enough each time to accommodate, herself getting aroused at the rough treatment she was receiving.

Working hard despite her circumstances, Sydney sped up as she felt Tyler’s impending release, only for him to pull out and slap her cheeks with the elongated sausage. Sydney so wanted to reach forward and finish the job, only to find herself restrained.

“And… Here’s mine” Johnson announced, starting Sydney from ground zero.

“Hey Johnson, what’s this?” a male voice sounded, alarming Sydney.

“Oh hey man, this is the slut we found, wanna try her?” Johnson replied.

“For real? Wow where did you find such a bitch? Let me pee first and I’ll get right to it”. The sound of a stream hitting the porcelain rang right beside Sydney and the next thing she knew, the taste of urine was on her tongue as a different-sized phallus was in her mouth.

“Alright, time to guess Swansea, is it ours or a different guy’s?” Tyler taunted.

“Mmngh arghmh nurghh” Sydney tried to speak, a tough task considering how occupied her mouth was.

“Okay, whatever that was, WRONG!” Tyler jeered, dragging off her panties from underneath her already measly skirt.

“Whoo, nice pussy” Sydney heard the male in her mouth say.

Minutes later, Sydney found herself flushed with ejaculation, as the man behind the voice stuffed her right up and refused to let go until she swallowed. Sydney hear him promising that he’ll go get his friends before she was once again occupied, this time by what appears to be Tyler, which she was once again proclaimed as wrong.

Soon, Sydney found herself without a shred of clothing, in what she assumed was the male toilet, still blindfolded and cuffed. She had lost count of the number of dicks she had blown by now and was really trying to catch her breath in the brief break she had been allowed.

She wondered how much urine she had surely ingested over the course of the hour and slightly retched at the thought. Some had even been mean enough to pee on her, instead of the urinal next to her, earning screams which were quickly silenced with organic pacifiers.

When her blindfold was finally removed, Sydney saw that she was surrounded by many men in the cramped space. Her clothes and underwear were strewn everywhere, atop cubicle doors, on urinals, on the sink, some even on the floor.

The next guy was preparing to step up to Sydney when Tyler urgently hushed everyone down.

“SHHHHH!!! Her boyfriend is calling!” Tyler announced, showing Sydney her phone and picking up the call without her permission.

Sydney next found herself juggling between pleasuring the man in front of her, answering Kent’s questions and trying hard not to moan as someone she could not see played with her sensitive nub.

Once, she had accidentally moaned out slightly despite her best efforts, earning an immediate pause from Kent, who demanded to know where she was.

“I’m.. I’m… masturbating in the bathroom thinking of you dear. Your voice makes me, ughhh, so hornyyy” Sydney lied, to the delight of those present.

“Oh, kinky girl, let’s switch video call if you’re that horny. I want to see you touching yourself”

Scrambling, Sydney’s shackles were quickly released, before she was shoved into one of the cubicles. Atop the bowl, she began fingering herself and moaning hard with Kent on video call. It was a free show for all the men present. As if flagpoles all around weren’t hard enough already, all of them now rose high up into the air with the flag raising ceremony for Sydney, which she knew there was no way she was getting out of.

Having dealt with Kent, Sydney was secured to the sink, her face clearly visible in the mirror as her legs were kicked wide apart for each man to take their place in her orifices, leaving Sydney sore and sated in both.

Rushing back to quickly take a shower at the filth she was covered in, Sydney was glad that Kent did not seem to observe anything abnormal with her when they had intercourse that night.

Sydney was in fact relieved that Kent chose her less-used opening, screaming out in pain louder than usual at how much it hurts. Kent simply thought Sydney was in the mood, getting himself excited at the prospect and even switched to her more-used opening through the night, earning painful howls from Sydney. Sydney also felt exceptionally wet that night to Kent, which Kent conveniently attributed to her masturbation earlier that evening.

Episode 28

Chelsea was wearing nothing except a long oversized white singlet, a snapback cap and lacy black panties when she was once again bent over at the table, aiming her cue stick at the white ball. With openings generously created for the arms, Chelsea was essentially hiding nothing above her waist with the right angles, something those present around her didn’t miss.

At least from what the Captain had told her, attendance is now at its highest ever, pleasing Chelsea. This is after all, one of her jobs, just like any other. Even if it exposed her a little, Chelsea had no gripes about it, especially since the Captain mentioned that the standard of the team in conditions as best as it would get. In fact, they had been so competitive, they even made it to the grand finals, slated to take place right here in the club room, giving them home advantage.

However, the opponents were the best in the field, defending their title consecutively for the past 5 years. Needless to say, the team needed every advantage they could get and Chelsea was of course invited to spectate, even if it just meant more motivation for the team.

Unbeknownst to Chelsea, the Captain even daringly offered her as the prize if the team could overcome their last hurdle. None of the team members believed the Captain, appreciating all that he had done to have even consistently invited Chelsea around.

That is, until they arrived on the day of the Grand Finals.

Had they not been seeing Chelsea in ridiculous enough outfits, the team members would have suffered nosebleeds at the sight of Chelsea in the “stands”, who only removed her outer jacket when the competition was well underway. Chelsea’s attire felt appropriate only in the bedroom and nowhere else. While all of her important parts were covered, the black one-piece dress Chelsea was in was so thin and translucent, it looked like it was made from materials used for stockings. Naturally, this meant that the colour of Chelsea’s lightly tanned skin can be clearly seen despite her being fully clothed.

In fact, even the flawless skin between her legs where some hair were to be expected were visible to the naked eye.

To add to the absurd attire, Chelsea can be seen with what appears to be a toy stuffed in her as she sat in a calm demeanour, unaffected by the curious looks and stares she was getting from all around her.

It served both as a motivation to the team, where they were finally convinced of the Captain’s words as well as a major distraction to the opponents, who couldn’t believe the sight they were seeing. Furthermore, while Chelsea is considered relatively new to the game, she was able to deduce with reasonable accuracy the timings at which the opposing players were lining up for their stroke, intentionally moaning at these inopportune timings for full effect.

Predictably, with these actions significantly impeding their level of play, the opponents soon bowed out as momentum rose as an unstoppable tide, crashing over their feeble attempts at resistance.

When it’s all said and done, the “Closed” sign hung wide across the club room door while the team, along with Chelsea and Jeremy were the only ones left inside, toasting each other again and again at the hard-earned victory.

Naturally, the Captain toasted to Chelsea’s contributions, as an immense motivator for the team and an equally colossal distraction to their enemies. Everyone emptied their cups, before the Captain signalled to his team.

Chelsea felt both of her arms seized and wedged in at a slightly painful angle, before she was escorted to the table she frequents while Jeremy looks on. Forcefully lifted, Chelsea found herself kneeling on the blue fabric of the table’s surface, her arms still firmly held by each of the winning team.

Announcing that the prize is ready to be enjoyed, it dawned on Chelsea that she was the prize for their victory, as if winning the cup was not enough. Pushed face forward, Chelsea’s wrists and knees were spread apart and secured to a cue-stick with cable ties, seemingly specially prepared for the occasion.

“And now we feast!!!” the Captain roared, roughly cupping the Chelsea’s womanhood. Simultaneously, Chelsea felt a multitude of hands tearing away at what little had on, like piranhas on carcasses, shredding and stripping her down.

The Captain rammed in hard first while Chelsea strained against her constraints. Chelsea felt foolish for not having seen this coming, given Jeremy’s weird tendencies and how all this seems only logical.

The beauty of hindsight.

And even though Chelsea took it in stride, her mouth was somehow fixed with a black ball gag labelled with the number 8, a crude and cruel joke that most didn’t miss. She couldn’t even ask to be released so she could fuck them better, instead of being limited to just staying in her subservient position, head resting on the cushion, elbows to knees, wrists to ankles as men took turns inside her while she drooled uncontrollably.

Uncomfortable and unable to derive much satisfaction.

After what seemed like the last member to deposit in or on Chelsea, Jeremy released her from her bonds, allowing Chelsea to flex and stretch her exhausted muscles which were on the verge of cramping at the agonizing position she had to endure.

“Any second rounds?” Chelsea asked the room, to no one in particular when she felt comfortable enough.

“You know, you could have just let me know if you wanted to fuck me. I may have allowed you to do it anyway.” Chelsea continued, stepping barefooted towards the Captain who seemed ready again, kneeling in front of him and starting from round 1 again.

Chelsea soon found herself in all sorts of positions again, placed exactly as per how who used her as the object of their fantasy imagined when she was around during practice. For example, some had visualised entering her while she was aiming for her stroke, with one feet on the ground and the other leg wide apart and stretched on the edge of the table.

Others thought of making Chelsea suck them off while she tried to arrange for a break, spanking her for every mistake in the arrangement.

Most however, still wanted her on the table, which was where Chelsea ended up splayed and panting when everyone was done with her.

Someone unceremoniously tossed a jersey with her name over her nude body, soaking up her body fluids as she lay unmoving, recovering from the physical exhaustion as the lights went off.

Episode 29

It was a Tuesday morning when Sydney found herself back in Johnson’s dormitory.

It felt weird to Sydney, as if everything else was normal, that she was here in broad daylight. Sydney had a lecture to attend, but worries about that (or the course) were long behind her as she looked out of her ballroom mask into the eyes of those who have gathered on this occasion.

Glaring beams shone down on Sydney, making her squint as she pondered her next steps. The heat was causing her to perspire heavily in her ridiculous outfit as the atmosphere filled with uncertainty.

After the previous incident in one of the male toilets in Johnson’s dormitory, many have been requesting for another session with the slut that Tyler described. Which is why “Swansea” is now presented, to a bunch of male strangers at the rooftop of Johnson’s residence, at a timing where most residents would have been in classes or busy on another part of campus.

A standoff ensued as the veil of uncertainty landed on everyone. On one side stood Tyler and Johnson, with Sydney in a nurse costume while on the other stood many who have turned up to see if the rumours were true.

“Suck it.” Tyler commanded in a soft voice, breaking the impasse.

Sydney turned around and got to her knees, no longer hesitating at the request despite the number of onlookers. Sydney’s back was completely exposed as she got to work, the dress designed intentionally to reveal a woman’s beautiful back, covering only half of her backside. Her dress, short to begin with, rode up, revealing her panties if she had been wearing any. Instead, they now just reveal the vibrator stuffed up her cunt.

Hushes of conversations begin breaking out immediately amongst the crowd at the sight. It appears that the rumours were true and Johnson had somehow found a slut who is willing to be used by strangers, as made evident by the fact that said slut is now choking on Tyler’s own.

“Did I mention that I have created a Snapchat account for you?” Tyler asked while enjoying the attention.

“Mhm mm” Sydney responded in the negative.

“Oh my bad, it is to conduct live streaming of you sucking dicks and getting fucked, so here goes” Tyler mocked, directing his phone’s camera at Sydney as he begun.

Sydney’s attempt at disagreeing was quickly cut short as Tyler began to thrust in her throat harshly and roughly, before flushing it down with his self-made recipe. Sydney felt her jaws being cupped, before they were shown to the camera as filled with white sticky goo.

“Now swallow and turn around, they’ve been waiting for you.” Tyler cooed.

And so Sydney did.

The sight that greeted her was shocking. Men surrounded her, naked from the bottoms down. They were openly stroking at the sight of her servicing Tyler. And now Sydney is made to service them.

Sydney lost count as she sucked one dick after another, with size and colour of many different variations. Her chest, her hair, her butt were all mercilessly toyed with. The nurse outfit she was in an hour ago had been tugged and ripped to bits and pieces, leaving her with the ballroom mask, her only protection in front of these ravaging beasts.

Sydney had been ejaculated on many times by now, her body a mess with all the fluids. Each time a guy was near, he would announce to Tyler, who was continuing to live stream the whole event, zooming into the jets that sputters onto Sydney’s face, neck or hair.

Worse, it appears to Sydney that the number of people she had to service had been increasing as more were attracted to their location thanks to Tyler’s live stream.

The situation quickly spun out of control when one of the men Sydney was servicing commented on how pretty her face looked with cum all over it. He then proceeded to, without permission, lift Sydney’s mask, causing panic all around when others realised what was going on.

Sydney’s first reaction was to hide her face, curling into a prone position with her head firmly on the ground. No one should know she was, especially if she was being shown online!

Some shuffled the man away for breaking the rules of the game, while others bemoaned that they have yet to take their turn. All these while Tyler zoomed in on Sydney’s exposed features in those few precious seconds.

Sydney adamantly refused to lift her head, leading attention to be redirected elsewhere. Her vibrator replaced with organic tools, Sydney instead found herself penetrated repeatedly, even as she tried her best to keep her face covered, moaning at the warm hard ground.

Unbeknownst to Sydney, Kent had been at the rooftop, watching Sydney getting jizzed on repeatedly as some of his male friends circulated the link for the snapchat profile that was livestreaming the whole event. Realising how close the venue was, they scooted over, abandoning their own class to join in the fun.

In fact, Kent was himself thinking that this might be something Sydney would be interested in, cogs turning in his head on how he could adapt such an idea for some fun with Sydney.

When Kent instead realised it was Sydney herself in the flesh being pounded on again and again by different men, his heart sank as his rod rose. He never would have expected Sydney to be actually cheating on him, the tryst with Tyler nothing more than a game. Yet he was so freaking aroused thinking about how horny Sydney was to have been seeking more sexual stimulation behind his back.

As Sydney came once again at the never-ending drilling she was receiving, she felt her hair being grabbed and scrunched by a fist, before a hard tug forced her head backwards, her face facing the blinding sun before it streams of hot jazz landed. Her mouth once again open for business.

Kent quickly snapped a photo of the sight, one of many taken that day, before retreating back into his own abode, determined to serve punishment where punishment was due.

The very same night, Kent insisted on using each and every of Sydney’s openings, despite her protests due to how sore she was. Kent almost had to force himself on a screaming Sydney, the sensitive skin near her womanhood bruised and bleeding.

Confronting Sydney with the pictures Kent snapped when Sydney demanded an explanation for his roughness, Sydney was left dumbfounded as Kent announced their break-up, tossing her out of his room completely naked, a state of dress deserving for a slut like her.

Episode 30

It was a simple straightforward plan, Chelsea was told, hours later.

But it didn’t feel that way to her as she went through it. Chelsea may have been a little rash in her reaction, but who knew things would turn out this way right?

Chelsea was scheduled to meet her friends from the YouTube channel that she frequently worked with, they being the crew that produces most of the channel’s content. They had requested that Chelsea attend alone given that they intended to bring Chelsea along to a shoot venue, where they will be working on a collaboration with another crew from another YouTube channel.

It will be a good opportunity for Chelsea to network and meet new people, or so she was told.

Chelsea dressed dandily for the occasion, a safe and demure blogshop one-piece dress that showed a good amount of her legs, while keeping her assets up top hidden.

After pleasantries were exchanged, the two crew got to work while Chelsea observed from a distance. The scenes were comedic and talents from both channels had their fair share of NGs when they forgot their lines or laughed at the ridiculous situations they were tasked to act.

Chelsea was beginning to seriously consider adding comedy to her repertoire as she observed when she was approached by one of the crew members of the host YouTube channel.

“Hi, Chelsea right? Nice to meet you.” the lady said. “Do you have some time now? Our producer would like to meet you for a short chat, just directly upstairs”

Chelsea readily agreed, climbing up the stairs that the kind lady has directed her to.

Reaching the second floor, she noticed that the area was similar to a loft, where the stairs led straight into a cozy open-room, with sofas and a coffee table in the middle.

Sitting right on the sofa was a man in his forties, whom given the fact that no one else was around, is assumed to be the producer mentioned earlier.

“Come, make yourself comfortable” the Producer said, directing Chelsea to sit at one of the sofas.

After some friendly banter, the Producer cut to the chase and asked if Chelsea was interested to be part of their productions. Chelsea naturally responded affirmatively, somewhat pleased that they were so accepting.

Yet things didn’t appear so simple as the Producer requested for Chelsea to “show that she is suitable for the job”.

Having experienced what she had so far, Chelsea immediately grew suspicious. Is the Producer hinting at sexual favors in exchange for her being casted? She would expect this from someone Jeremy introduced her to, but not the friends from the YouTube channel that she had worked with! They had, in her mind, always been rather professional.

“Erm… I’m not sure I get what you mean sir” Chelsea replied meekly, attempting to test the waters further.

“It’s easy really, just prove to me that you are the sexy influencer everyone makes you out to be, and the job is yours. How HARD can it be right?” the Producer continued.

The lines bright as day, Chelsea knew what she had to do.

And so she did.

A quick shrug and Chelsea shedded her dress, apparently the only piece of clothing she had on other than some nipple stickers. Pouncing on her target, she worked quickly, her mouth zeroed in tightly on his as her hand worked his zip.

Her target was shocked to say the least, at Chelsea’s candid response. Stunned, the Producer could barely react before he felt Chelsea all over him, her hands tunneling beneath his pants to search for his increasingly rigid member.

Well, this was not in the script he was given.

He had no idea what the appropriate response is. All he was tasked to do was to suggest that Chelsea required sexual favours to get a casting opportunity at the YouTube channel, and to choose a suitable moment to execute the agreed signal for the surprise to continue.

The planners had envisioned Chelsea to get sad and depressed at the request, before the Producer (who really was just an actor asked to play the role of the producer) is to slam the table hard enough for those downstairs to hear and demand loudly whether “she was going to do it or not” as the signal.

The Producer could only frantically try and reach forward with his available hand to slam down on the coffee table hard, even as Chelsea’s fingers secured themselves around his smaller, harder member.

Chelsea could barely hear the enthusiastic steps trodding up the same stairs that she herself had trodden on minutes ago as she aligned the sword with the sheath. Lowering herself to encompass the sword with the sheath, Chelsea heard a commotion behind her, some voices on seemingly what was the start of the birthday song before shocked silence took over.

Turning around, Chelsea saw the horrified expressions of many on the steps, staring straight at her. They had just witnessed Chelsea in her birthday suit, guiding a man into herself.

Their vanguard, her friend, was holding onto a cake with candles lit while many others were pointing at her with their phones, intending to capture the moment of shock on Chelsea’s face as they surprised her.

Needless to say, they were the one who were in for a big surprise.

Understanding the situation, Chelsea quickly leapt off the Producer, grabbing and putting on her dress without bothering with the nipple stickers that had fallen off.

Her audience meanwhile were in a frenzy putting away their phones, especially the one who was live-streaming on the YouTube’s page.

The atmosphere was strained to say the least as everyone returned downstairs and continued with the candle blowing, cake cutting and presentation of gifts.

The elephant in the room was the fact that everyone now knew Chelsea was willing to do whatever it takes. The question was only on how to broach the subject.

As the birthday celebration came to an end, many from both crews left the shoot. Leaving behind minorities who seemed to have an agenda. Amongst those remaining were Chelsea’s friend, the same one who suggested bringing her here.

He would later explain to Chelsea, as they returned to the crime scene on the second floor, that there were actually hidden cameras mounted, pointing right at the couch that the Producer and Chelsea was to be seated on.

Removing them one by one, he noted that the whole thing was meant to be a prank and a surprise, building on the #MeToo phenomenon and to be uploaded onto their YouTube channels subsequently, which was why one of the crew members were live-streaming it as a sneak preview.

All the hidden cameras taken down, Chelsea’s friend leaned forward towards her and noted that since she was such a willing partner, he would very much like to finish what was started just now.

Thus, Chelsea was once again disrobed on the same very furniture of her own accord.

It was also when Chelsea found out, while adequately filled, that the Producer was no more than an actor who was tasked to play the part. Facing the stairs this time, Chelsea no longer leapt away in surprise as a couple of crew members who finally finished cleaning up came up the stairs.

Soon, Chelsea was bobbing up and down in bliss while hand-holding another in each of her hands as the men she pleasured sat side-by-side on the couch. Her mouth remain free to moan in wanton lust, before she was passed around until the men were satisfied.

The Producer had the last laugh, finishing inside the sweet, young university beauty while getting paid both in monetary remuneration as well as sexual services for his participation.

Lost in their wanton lust, all of them had forgotten about the potential ramifications of the short stream on the channel and most importantly, Chelsea…

Episode 31

For the first time in her life, Sydney did the walk of shame. It wasn’t her first time naked in public, but this time she didn’t have the protection, the safety, the assurance of her mask.

Instead, out in the open, without a single belonging was Sydney, her arms attempting to cover her most important body parts as she tried to complete the short journey back into her room. She didn’t even have her transponder on her and hoped sincerely that Chelsea would be back inside.

For the acquaintances that she had met on the way, all if not most recognised her immediately, yet all they and Sydney could do was to avert gazes as they passed each other by, no explanations demanded, no explanations given.

Well, tongues were bound to wag.

Thankfully, her room door opened when Sydney prayed hard and knocked, led into the embrace of her roommate, who seemed to understand immediately upon seeing her completely in the buff.

A night of sobbing and muffled talking was what pulled Sydney through, when she decided the next morning that something had to change.

And it had to start with Tyler.

Confronting him about all the nonsense he had made Sydney go through the next day, Sydney stood firm and stated that she will not participate in any more of his wicked plans, regardless of how he plans to threaten or blackmail her.

Taken aback at the sudden change in attitude, Tyler knew he was not going to risk putting online all the clips he had of Sydney for fear of reprisal. After all, he had a bright future in front of himself and had pretty much taken more than he should have ever gotten. Why risk getting into trouble with the police right?

Nonetheless, he had one last ploy in mind, which is to demand one last session with Sydney before he would let her free once and for all.

Which was why despite Sydney’s best efforts, she once again found herself at Tyler’s mercy, again, reluctantly.

This time she was in her JC uniform, thankfully one that allowed her to remove her name tag. With her ballroom mask on, it was barely seconds before she was once again defiled by Tyler, who recorded the entire process and live streamed it on snapchat.

Sydney hated how much it aroused her to be used this way, moaning non-stop despite herself.

Tyler never fully stripped her either, leaving her school crest visible to the camera even though none of her buttons were fastened, her blouse wide apart leaving nothing for the imagination. Her school skirt was also on throughout, with nothing underneath as Sydney rode on Tyler.

T: “BITCH, CALL ME DADDY”

S: “DA.. UHH UHH… DADDY FUCK ME…”

T: “ASK ME TO CUM IN YOU”

S: “DADDY CUM.. CUM INSIDE ME, CUM INSIDE ME, QUICKLY QUICKLYY UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! UAHHHHHHH!!!”

Every second of Sydney’s degradation and her ascension captured perfectly.

Sydney was next made to kneel and maintain eye contact with the camera as she licked and sucked Tyler clean. All the while with her own fingers deep within herself, rubbing and coaxing another orgasm, her screams as she came coinciding with pathetic amounts of semen landing on her face.

“Now show the whole world your slutty pussy” Tyler commanded, shifting the camera into position.

Still on her knees, Sydney spaced her thighs wide apart as her hands went below to pry open her just fucked opening, still trembling from the orgasm and slick with viscous nectar. The camera Tyler was holding went out of sight, presumably to position itself behind her to investigate her lovehole. Sydney had just voluntarily showed god-knows-who was watching a sight she herself could never see, her love nub visibly erect from the knowledge of that…

Freed from Tyler, Sydney knew she was never going to see him again with her impending graduation. Although Sydney once again, had to admit that she enjoyed it more than she should have as she walked away.

Episode 32

Sometimes, all it takes is one mistake for things to completely haywire.

At least that was what happened for Chelsea.

It had begun with a simple and straightforward prank by her friends in the YouTube scene, something frankly speaking, not that uncommon anyway.

But it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

A few seconds of live footage, with no way to censor was all it took, for a swarm of related videos and pictures to flood the internet.

Chelsea quickly became the talk of the town, with threads and videos of her posted all over the internet. In some of these Chelsea was getting done in by men while in others it looked like she was clearly enjoying it. Even the ones taken at the mall where invited to cosplay for the client were posted, herself often at the mercy of a different man in the various material available.

All in all, life took a big turn for Chelsea, forcing her to seriously consider giving up continuing her internet career once and for all.

To make matters worse, YouTube - the platform on which she was about to become a rising star - revised their community guidelines yet again.

Instead of being able to attract views and attention with click-baity thumbnails and barely appropriate content, YouTube forced content creators to seriously think twice about what they were putting up on their channel. For videos that were overly sexuailised (which in short was all of the videos Chelsea participates in), the same amount of views only earned its content creators a fraction of profits, heavily hampering incentives of content creators to introduce such work.

Naturally, these meant that the market value of Chelsea plummeted through the roof, with producers less interested in engaging her services because of the niche area she serves in and also to steer clear from being associated with the scandal.

Just like water, the platform that can support and feed one also possesses the ability to sink one.

All these meant that despite approaching graduation, Chelsea, Vince and Jeremy were facing unemployment. All the time and resources invested into Chelsea’s internet career meant de-prioritising their academic work and their results clearly reflected the reality. Even Chelsea’s tryst with the Professor, who would still occasionally call on her from time to time, could only help that much.

It was going to be a matter of time before they were going to run out of the buffer that they had built for themselves in Chelsea’s good days. At least Vince’s skills could still be applicable elsewhere, less the exclusive arrangement with Chelsea. But options were limited to say the least.

One upside of the situation however, was that Chelsea’s instagram page exploded. The number of followers rose rapidly, many discovering her after the scandal. As compared to trying so hard daily to improve her numbers, it appeared that a little illicit affair was all it took for growth that would have, under normal circumstances, taken years.

However, the new followers were hardly the desirable kind. To start, some of Chelsea’s followers were already sexually harassing her, sending her pictures of their genitalia or expressing lewd thoughts at her posts and stories.

The situation simply exacerbated by multiple degrees. It was as if every new follower now possess the right to insult her modesty, calling her a slut, requesting that she strip and fuck herself on camera for them for being the slut she was. She also received short videos of people ejaculating on screens where her videos were being played and soon after she had completely stopped looking at all of the Direct Messages, although they never stopped coming in.

Exceptionally rude to say the least.

It is also this newfound demand that prompted Chelsea into the next logical choice that the group arrived at after discussion.

Adult cam.

Chelsea had the popularity to begin with, and with her reputation in ruins anyway, no one was going to judge her for transitioning into adult content, given that so much of it was already available online.

She first began with subscription-based snapchats and live streaming on a particular adult platform, directing all of her followers and enticing them with snippets of her work.

Researching and learning from the Koreans, Chelsea would live stream herself teasing and stripping herself to whoever was online on her channel. Often posing teasers on her insta-stories to boost volume.

While clips of her naked and done were easily found online, there was nevertheless a steady following within weeks.

Many even donated generously, which Chelsea and Jeremy decided that such a group could be financially exploited further.

It first started with auctioning of Chelsea’s belongings that appeared on cam. T-shirts that she’d worn and stripped on stream, stockings that she wore while dancing sluttily, bras that Chelsea had tossed at the camera after pulling it off herself, panties that Chelsea creamed herself on as she wanked in full view of her audience. Just to top it off, bathwater that she’d been in.

With Jeremy’s insight, they also established a hidden rule for subscribers or followers who had donated a generously past a certain quantum, Chelsea would privately message them for solo sessions or private requests.

It could be something as innocuous as calling out their names as Chelsea masturbated on camera in a one-on-one stream, or pretending to be servicing a dildo orally or otherwise that belonged to the client, moaning their IDs.

As long as demand was there, as long as they were willing to pay the price, Chelsea would supply it.

Naturally, many others had many different ideas and quickly adapting Chelsea would cater to them all for an appropriate fee. In fact some of them even involved requiring real penises, which Jeremy quickly fall into the role for, although his face would always be hidden or masked.

For example, when clients request to see Chelsea getting face-fucked before getting cummed all over her face, or when clients want her to be cuffed and fucked hard, she would use Jeremy.

Once, a client even requested Chelsea to seduce a food delivery guy and fuck the guy on camera, which of course happened to be Jeremy in disguise.

There was also an instance where Chelsea was requested to be raped on camera, in the midst of her usual live-stream.

It was particularly exciting content for all of her viewers and Chelsea’s donations that day raked in especially high when halfway in the midst of strip-teasing the audience and playing with herself on camera, the room door in her background burst open and a masked man grabbed her and flinged her away from desk (and the webcam) onto the bed, before mercilessly “raping” her.

The masked man, who after the action started, “noticed” that the webcam was on and proceeded to position Chelsea right on her gamer chair before pounding her hard to the pleasure of her audience.

In a way, Chelsea had become a content creator herself, even though they were all undoubtedly not safe for work.

When reflecting upon how she ended up in such a situation, she barely complained, understanding that this is unfortunately how market competition works. Had she not been the one to step into the niche of being overly sexual, had she not been the one who would willingly rely on her knees for jobs, Chelsea knew someone else would, eventually.

She had simply seized the opportunity and profited from it while she could. While it eventually cast her out from society, she could at least know from the bottom of her heart that she tried and things simply backfired.

After all, creating adult content was just as, if not even more profitable. As long as she maintained her bottom line of not engaging with clients sexually directly. For that would truly, in Chelsea’s opinion, be a prostitute that Chelsea had no intention of becoming.

Chelsea had to admit however, that the temptation was hard to resist.

Which was why despite raking it in, Chelsea eventually succumbed to the multiple requests for her to star in her first action-packed romantic movie. Many had thought it was perfect for her given her enviable figure and expert skills that were no longer in secret.

When the filming began, it had felt familiar to Chelsea. Being in front of a camera that she wasn’t supposed to look at and well, getting done while the camera rolls once again.

She discovered that for all the prowess these films showed, actual filming was much different, with a lot more safety precautions and breaks in between, the male leads barely lasting as long as the footage suggests.

Instead, Chelsea found herself on her knees much more often, servicing men of different positions, who were more than happy to let her practice her on-set skills. Chelsea was also found asked to strip naked during casting, for the casters to “inspect the goods”, which involved them poking and prodding her to ascertain the qualities that they were looking for. This also frequently happened to be where being on her knees helped to encourage some of these decisions.