I wake in the morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. The sun is coming in through the window and cascading softly against the bed. The weather report said it was going to be in the mid-eighties today and not a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect today to go for a run. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so Derek is still snoring softly beside me. I quietly get up, switch the alarm off and get ready in my running clothes. Since it was going to be so warm today, I decided to wear just a sports bra and running shorts. I put my hair in a long pony tail, brushed my teeth and I was about to walk out the door. Before I go, I give Derek a quick soft kiss on the cheek and leave a quick note that I’ll be home soon.

I get out the door and it’s still a little brisk this early in the morning. My nipples are poking through my sports bra like two little diamonds. I do a quick warm up, a few stretches and I’m off. On my run I see a few people out early as well. An elderly couple on their porch enjoying a cup of coffee, the mail man on his early route, and a construction worker getting ready for the day ahead. Of course, the construction worker whistled at me as I went by. I ignored him and just kept up my pace. My run wasn’t too long, just up the hill, around the park, a quick cut through the woods, down a hill and back to my house. I’m sweating like a beast when I get back though.

When I get in the door, I can hear Derek in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I call to him and tell him that I’m going up and taking a quick shower, that I would be right back down. He yells back that he would throw something on for me so it would be ready when I got out. While I was taking a shower, I thought fondly about our relationship. We’ve been together for about 6 years now. We were high school sweethearts. Typical, I know. But I’ve known since freshman year that we were going to get married, that he was the one for me. We didn’t start dating until our junior year of high school however. He took me to our junior prom and it’s been like a fairy tale ever since. We bought our house together last year and we’re still moving some things in. We’re very open in our relationship and there are no secrets between the two of us. We are the best of friends and best of lovers.

The shower is starting to run cold, so I hope out and wrap a towel around my body. I check my face in the and body in the mirror for any imperfections. Besides the birth mark over my right breast, everything appears to be in order. I opt to go eat breakfast in my towel as I’m not quite ready to get dressed yet. I walk into the kitchen to sight of Derek in just a pair of shorts and nothing else. He is standing at sink washing a pan and his back is to me. I take the time to notice the soft curve of the muscles on his back. He’s fit but not overtly so. He is just perfect for me.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist and chest. He goes stiff for a second because he didn’t hear me come up behind him, but he relaxes and leans back into me. He wraps his arms around my own. He brings my right hand up to his mouth and gives it a soft kiss.

He then lets me go, spins around while still in my arms to look at me. Derek is a tall 5’11 and I’m only a short 5’2. Because of the height difference, he has to lean down to give me a soft but deep kiss on the lips. This is what I can say about our relationship. Even after 6 years of dating, he still kisses me like it’s the first time and may be the last time, every time. He pulls away and notices for the first time that I’m still in my towel. I watch his eyes trail down my body all the way to my toes and back up slowly. I know he’s enjoying the sight, especially when he gets back to my breasts that are just sticking out of the top of my towel. I also notice for the first time that my nipples are hard again and are straining hard against the clothe. He gives me a knowing smile, licks his lips and gives me another quick kiss before letting me go all together and walking to the table with our food. He’s made grilled chicken with scrambled eggs and Italian toast. My absolute favorite breakfast.

“How was your run babe,” he asks. “Did anyone whistle again at you”?

“Yeah, it was that construction worker again over on Granite Ave. I didn’t think he’d be out this early, but I swear. He gets there earlier and earlier every day just waiting for me”.

Derek laughs a quick chuckle and asks if I want him to rough the guy up a little. Let him know that I’m taken. I chuckle back at him and tell him that it isn’t necessary. At least not yet, but give me another week and I might just change my mind.

“What are your plans for the day beautiful”, he asks me.

“I just have to run a quick few errands, but I have the day off from work. What about you? Any big plans for the day,” I ask him in return.

“Well, let me ask you a question. How would you feel about trying something new in bed tonight? Cause I have something new I would like to try, so my plans for the day depend on your answer”.

I tell him that I’m always willing to try something new with him.

“Well if that’s the case, get dressed really nice tonight. Make sure you wear a dress though. I’ll make reservations for dinner tonight somewhere cozy. I have to go out today and pick up a few things in preparation for tonight that I think you’ll like”.

“Okay, I can do that. Where are we going tonight?”

“I can’t tell you that, my love. It’s a surprise”

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We spend the rest of breakfast talking about our day. Where I am going for my errands. What we are doing tomorrow and such. We clean up from breakfast and we each go to get ready. We head upstairs to the bedroom and as I’m walking through the living room with the big bay window, Derek pulls my towel from me and leaves me butt naked for anyone and everyone to see. I quickly turn to him and try to get my towel back before anyone can see me naked. The curtains on this window aren’t drawn so anyone walking by can see me naked if they look in.

I’m fighting with him to get the towel back and my tits are bouncing around everywhere without a bra to hold them in place. I am regretting the decision to wear only a towel now. Since it’s now later in the morning, a lot more people are out walking the streets trying to get to their own destinations for the day. Derek tells me that I can have the towel back if I give him a good kiss. So, I stop fighting him and get close for a kiss. He bends down slightly so I can reach his face. He swings his arms around my back and grabs both butt cheeks in his hands and gives them each a nice tight squeeze. I moan softly against his lips. He brings one hand around and gently squeezes my right breast and pinches my yet again hardened nipple. I moan again. He pulls away and gives me my towel back. As I’m putting it on he turns me around to face the window.

As I look up, I see the mailman from earlier on my jog looking right in the window at my naked body. His eyes are drawn straight to my naked, shaved pussy. I’m frozen for a second as I see his eyes run up and down my body. As I’m staring at him and he’s staring at me, Derek reaches from behind me and grabs one breast with his left hand, and reaches between my legs to my pussy with his right hand. He sticks his hand between my lips and quickly plays with my clit and pinches my nipple all at the same time. I shut my eyes at the pleasure and quickly forget all about the man still staring in and watching the whole thing. My pussy quickly gets sopping wet from all the pleasure. Derek reaches his right hand a little lower and maneuvers a finger into my wet hole. I moan softly at the feeling. He moves it in and out at a good pace. Without my noticing, he lets go of my left breast and reaches into his pocket. He quickly pulls out a black bandana and manages to tie it around my eyes before I can get a word out to protest.

Because he needed two hands to tie it around my face, my pussy was now empty, and I could think clearly for a second. The bastard had planned this all along. He knew I was going to come down from my shower in nothing but a towel. I tried to turn around to yell at him, but he just kissed me again and slapped my ass. My brain was otherwise preoccupied again, and I couldn’t be bothered to think about the mailman that was watching all of this go down. I knew that he could see my wetness all over my thighs and that I was starting to cream.

Derek slowly backed me up to the couch that was pressed against the bay window all the while still kissing me and squeezing my cheeks. I was still blindfolded so I had to trust him where he was going. He turned me and bent me over to lean over the side of the couch. He pulled out another bandana and quickly tied my wrists in front of me, so I had no control over what happened next. He put my hands on the side of the couch and bent me over at a ninety-degree angle. He told me not to move my hands or there would be consequences.

I promised that I wouldn’t move. Derek softly presses against me and kisses along my spine. It sends shivers down my spine and makes me wetter. He gives both cheeks a good smack and kneels down behind me. His face quickly dives between my legs and starts licking my pussy from behind. He avoids dipping between my lips and just licks the outside for a minute. He circles around and around before deftly sticking his tongue into my hole really quick. As quick as it went in, it came back out again. He moves his tongue further up and spreads my pert ass cheeks, so he can quickly tongue fuck my other hole. I’m moaning open mouthed now.

While he is tongue fucking my ass, he moves his right hand down and starts finger fucking my pussy with 3 fingers. They slip in easily with how wet I am. Between the sensory overload and the sensory deprivation, it becomes too much. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remember that the mailman had been watching.

“Derek, is the mailman still there watching? We have to stop. I don’t want to come with him watching. Can we go upstairs? I need to come bad.”.

Derek pulls his tongue away from my ass just long enough to tell me not to worry. That the mailman had left and that I should come. He gives me a quick smack on my left cheek before diving his tongue back into my ass again. I didn’t really believe him, but the pressure was becoming too much. I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and I started coming violently. I was shaking like a leaf and my knees started to become weak. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. The only thing that held me up was his fingers in my pussy and his tongue buried deep in my ass. He never stopped moving inside me the whole time I was coming. Finally, when I was coming down, he pulled out of me.

I felt so empty compared to how full I had felt. I didn’t have to feel that way for very long, however. As soon as I felt empty, I felt Derek’s cock pressing against my pussy. He was moving it up and down getting it wet. I soon felt his cock pressing at the entrance of my hole. He was slowly pushing it in, pulling it out, pushing it in again, when all of a sudden, he slammed the whole thing into me in one thrust. All seven inches of him. He was the hardest I’ve ever felt him. Apparently, the act of exhibitionism gets him excited, even if we aren’t actually outside. In between hard thrusts, he alternates smacking my ass cheeks. He’s really excited about what he’s done to me. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm. I’m really enjoying what he’s done to me as well. He leans over and pinches both nipples hard while still thrusting in and out of me. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

“I’m going to come again babe. It… feels… so… good,” I say. I can barely get the words out between moans of pure ecstasy.

“Come for me babe. Come hard,” he coaxes me between grunts and thrusts.

That was all I needed. I start coming and I start coming hard. I’m coming so hard it barely registered to me that Derek had taken off my blindfold. He can feel my pussy milking him and he starts coming as well. He’s grunting loud and saying, ‘oh fuck’ under his breath over and over again.

When he finally stops thrusting into me and pulls out, I open my eyes. The first thing I do is lean back and kiss him hard, tongue and all. I don’t even care that his tongue had just been deep in my ass. I kiss him hard and deep like my life depends on it. We finally release and for the first time I look at the window where the mailman had been. To my utter shock and dismay, not only was he still there gripping his own cock and stroking, but so was one of the neighbors. They were both staring at my pussy that was dripping Derek’s cum. They were both licking their lips with a look in their eyes that screamed how much they wished they could come in and take a turn as well. I tried to jump away but Derek was blocking my path.

He lifted my still tied arms above my head and around his neck. I was literally stuck where I was with nowhere to go. The two voyeurs were openly staring at my body and paying special attention to my bald pussy still dripping. Not only did Derek pin me where I was, but he also grabbed my legs and lifted me from my ass. He spun me to face them and spread my legs wide, so my pussy was spread wide open. He then walked me right up to the window, so they could both get a really good look at my spread open pussy. With both hands as best as he could, he spread my lips open even further so his cum was dripping out of me. Some of it fell on the floor.

I tried squirming out of his arms. I was so embarrassed and red in the face. Derek paid me no mind though. He just held me there spread open for the two guys looking in until they both came themselves into the bushes.

“Derek, please let me go”, I cried. I wasn’t having fun anymore and I just wanted to go upstairs and take another shower.

“One more minute babe. They’re loving this and so am I. I’m getting hard again”, he told me. “Please let me fuck you again. Please, I’m begging you”.

“No! Let me go! This isn’t fun for me. I see these people every day. I am so embarrassed”.

“Fine,” he said. Derek finally let me down and untied my hands. He tried to kiss me again, but I ran away from him and ran upstairs to take another shower.

I can’t believe what just happened, I thought to myself. He has never done anything remotely close to that before in our lives. What in the hell has gotten into him? Has he been wanting to do something like that? Has he been keeping it a secret from, or was it just a heat of the moment kind of thing? I took my time in the shower this time and cried a little. I couldn’t believe the events that had just transpired. I finally turned off the water and heard a soft knock at the door.

“What do you want? Do you want to embarrass me again in front of our neighbor and mailman?” I yelled out to him through the door.

He came in slowly with his head hanging down.

“I’m so sorry babe, I don’t know what got into me. I saw the mailman and I thought it would be fun. I didn’t mean for it to get that far. I heard you moaning and I thought you were enjoying yourself. That it was okay. Can you please forgive me?”.

“I don’t know babe. You really embarrassed me holding me open like that for them to see everything. I just need you to leave me alone for a little bit, okay? I need to get my thoughts together”.

Derek didn’t say anything, he just kept looking down and away from me. I walked up to him, stretched up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking past him and out of the bathroom. He shut the bathroom door behind me. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and stood there for just a minute. A few seconds later I heard the shower turn on again. I took a deep, shaky breath, walked to the bedroom down the hall and got ready to go run my errands. I was gone before Derek got out of the bathroom.

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It wasn’t until later when I was alone in the grocery store, that I really had a chance to think about the events of this morning. At first, I was really angry. I felt like Derek had betrayed me by exposing me to the neighbors the way he did. The more I thought about it though, the more I kind of thought it was hot. Someone besides my boyfriend had seen my bald pussy for the first time in 6 years. The more I thought about it, the hotter it seemed. I started having fantasies of doing it again, of what I would do differently next time.

As I was thinking about it, I started getting wet again and my face was going flush. Thank god I was in the dairy section and could cool myself down a little. I could feel my panties start to get soaked. As I was imaging all the things Derek could do to me later, my phone started beeping. It was like he knew I knew thinking about him. Derek was texting me.

Derek:

Hey babe, I just wanted to let you know

how sorry I am again. I wanted to know

if you still wanted to get dinner tonight and maybe

still try the new stuff I was talking about?

I still need to make the reservations for dinner.

If you still want to get dinner but not try anything

tonight, that’s fine. I understand. Love you.

Ashley:

I was thinking about it. I do still want to get dinner

and I do still want to try whatever new thing you

had in mind for tonight. Let me know what time

reservations are and ill see you tonight. Love you too.

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I got home later and started getting ready for our date. I did my hair and make up nice, threw on a slimming little black dress, a black lace thong, and black booties. Derek got home a few minutes after I finished getting ready. He whistled at me when he saw me. I giggled and gave him a huge kiss.

“You’re in a better mood I see” he said to me.

“I am. I got to thinking while I was at the grocery store and that actually was pretty hot what happened earlier. I wouldn’t mind doing something like that again if the opportunity presented itself”.

“Well I’m really happy to hear that, because I actually have something for you. I think you might actually enjoy it”.

“What is it,” I asked him.

“Turn around and pull down your panties,” he told me.

I did as he asked, and he came up behind me. He bent me over at the waist and kneeled down behind me. As quick as he kneeled, his tongue was at my pussy again. I let out a little moan of excitement. No matter what had happened earlier, Derek was and will always be really great at eating pussy. It was over all too soon though as he pulled away from me just a tiny bit. I let out a little sigh of disappointment. He gave me a quick smack on the ass and told me not to whine.

I giggled at him but did what he said. I wasn’t giggling for long though because all of a sudden, I felt something pressing against my hole wanting to be let in. I didn’t know what it was, but I let him stick it in anyways. I moaned slightly at surprise intruder. Just as fast as it went in though, Derek was done. He pulled up my panties and gave me another swat on the butt. Whatever it was, it felt small inside me. I stood back up and asked him what it was. He told me not to worry about it.

“Okay babe, are you ready for dinner?” he asked.

“I am, are you going to tell me where we are going?”.

“We are going to La Cucina Italiana. Now go get in the car”.

In all actuality it was a very short drive to the restaurant and bar, but it felt like forever. I very quickly found out what it was that Derek stuck in my pussy. It was a small but very powerful vibrator that he controlled with a tiny little remote. He would periodically turn it on and off on me every few minutes during the ride and for different lengths of time each time. He would never turn it on long enough for me to get close to coming, but he would keep it on long enough that I was begging him to leave it on, so I could come. By the time we finally got to the restaurant, I was panting, and my panties were dripping wet. Of course, Derek had himself a grand time laughing the whole way every time I would gasp.

We get inside the restaurant and they sit us in a corner booth. I went to go sit in the corner facing the wall, but Derek has other plans. He has me sit facing out toward all the people and he sits near me, so he can see out too. The hostess tells us that our waiter will be right with us. We start to get comfortable in the booth and take off our coats. Shortly after, our waiter comes by to get our drink orders going. As soon as I open my mouth to tell him what I would like, Derek hits the button on the remote that controls the vibrator in my pussy. I stutter for a second and try to get the words out. I very quickly go bright red in the face. I can’t even get the words out. The waiter asks me if I’m okay and that’s when Derek turns off the vibrator. He chuckles and looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

I clear my throat and tell the waiter that I am okay. As I open my mouth again to tell him what I would like to drink, Derek turns it back on again. I gasp slightly and stutter out that I would like a red sangria and a water. As soon as I’m done, Derek turns it back off again and orders his drink. I can feel the waiter looking at me funny the whole time. I know its irrational, but I feel like he just knows what’s going on. I’m almost positive that he can at least hear how loud the vibrator is. But the waiter takes the drink orders and moves along.

A few minutes later, the waiter comes back with our drinks and takes our dinner orders. Again, as I was trying to order my meal, Derek turned on the vibrator and made me stutter out my order. Again, the waiter looked at me funny because of it. My pussy was starting to get so wet. It was a good thing I had panties on because the vibrator would probably just slip right out. The waiter finally leaves, and we get to talking. Every once and a while, Derek would turn on the vibrator mid-conversation and I would jump. I can see Derek scanning the room randomly almost like he was looking for someone, but I didn’t pay attention to that. I finished my drink pretty quickly and the waiter asked if I would like another. I told him yes and this time Derek left my pussy alone to do it.

The waiter brings this one back and I drink half of it pretty quickly too. My head is starting to swim a little bit and I think Derek notices this. He suggests that maybe I go to the bathroom and take a breather for a second while we wait for our food. I tell him that’s a good idea. As I go to get up, Derek stops me by grabbing my wrist.

“Do you see that guy over there with the navy-blue blazer and salt and pepper hair?” he asks me intensely.

“Yeah…?”.

“When you go to the bathroom, take off your panties, come out and give them to him,” he tells me.

“But babe, I’m so wet, the vibrator will just fall right out. And why am I giving him my panties?”.

“Well, you better clench that pussy tight so it doesn’t fall out. I’ll be very disappointed in you if it does. And you’re giving him your panties because I said so. Now go.”.

I go to grab my purse so I can carry my panties in it, but Derek tells me to leave it. I’m very unsure of this, but I do what he asks regardless. I get to the bathroom and take off my sopping wet panties. He was right. I literally have to clench as hard as possible to keep it from falling out. I decide to dry the panties under the hand dryer a little so I don’t have to hand that poor guy a puddle of cream. I slowly walk out of the bathroom with my panties in my hand. I feel like everyone is staring at me, even though they probably really aren’t.

I make my way slowly over to the guy Derek had pointed out. I can feel Derek’s eyes on me the whole way, watching, smiling. I walk up behind the guy and tap him on the shoulder. As he turns around, I see that he is talking to four other beautiful girls and they are now all staring at me. Goodness, I look like a desperate harlot. The guy is staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I can’t believe I’m about to hand him my panties. I go completely red in the face and stammer “H-hh-hh-here” and put my panties in his hand and walk away with no further explanation. I make my way slowly back to the table and sit back down.

“God, you knew he was sitting talking to four beautiful other ladies, didn’t you? That’s why you wanted me to give it to him, isn’t it?” I say to Derek.

“Well that was part of the reason. I did see him with the other girls, and I knew you would be embarrassed. I also wanted you to give it to him so you couldn’t refuse what I ask you to do next,” he tells me. “I want you to get as close to the edge of the seat as you can and hike up your dress a little. Not enough so your whole ass is hanging out, but just enough that I could get my hand under to play with your clit without drawing suspicion. After you do that, I want you to spread your legs as far apart as possible without the vibrator falling out.”

“Derek, no. I can’t do that. There’s no table cloth on this table. If anyone happens to look, my pussy will be completely showing to the entire restaurant.”

“Did I ask you if I care? No. So do it. I want everyone to see your wet pussy just like our neighbors did this morning. You said you liked that, so you should be able to do this.”

“But, that was only two people. This is an entire restaurant crowded with people walking back and forth in front of us. It’s so different.”

“I really don’t care. Either do it, or I’ll do it for you and I’ll make it much more noticeable by making sure your whole ass is on display for the restaurant. Do it. Now.”

I’m so nervous to do this, but I don’t want Derek to follow through with his side of the plan. I slowly hike my dress up and slide to the end of the booth. I then slowly spread my legs a little bit at a time. Apparently this wasn’t fast enough to Derek’s liking because he simply grabs my right leg and yanks it as far away from my other leg as possible and hold its there. As punishment for moving so slow, Derek lifts the front of my dress up a little bit further so even more of my pussy is on display.

I can actually feel my wet pussy dripping down onto the booth seat underneath me. Just then I see the waiter walking towards us with our food, accompanied by one of his other male coworkers. He doesn’t notice at first, but after a second I see his eyes drop right down to my exposed pussy. Derek sees this too and pushes the button to turn on the vibrator. I close my eyes for a second and let out a little moan. I quickly reopen them and look up to see both waiters now stopped and staring at my pussy. They both smile big at me and lick their lips.

I have the instant urge to try and close my legs. I start to do just that but Derek feels me try. He instantly puts his left hand between my legs on my pussy and keeps my right leg open with his right hand. Both waiters laugh at this. I look down and they are both visibly hard. They realize that they can’t just keep standing there, so they finally stop staring at my wet pussy and bring our food over. They make no comment about it, but I see them visibly trying not to laugh as they look down under the table at my still exposed pussy. Derek laughs with them and asks if they would like to touch it.

I instantly shoot him a disbelieving look. I couldn’t believe that he would really just ask them that. But as I stare and search his face, I realize that he’s not kidding at all. The two waiters come to that realization as well, that he wasn’t kidding. They both look at each other, then at me, then at Derek again and nod that, yes, they very much would like to touch my wet pussy. Derek gives them the nod of approval.

I instantly try to protest and close my legs, but Derek audibly slaps my right leg back open while one of the waiters keeps the other one open with his leg. I know that smack drew attention to our table. The waiters huddle in on me. The first one reaches down under the table and briskly rubs my clit. Despite how much I really don’t want to, I let out a soft moan. This makes all three guys laugh again. The two waiters quickly switch places and the second guy reaches under the table. Not only does he play with my clit for a few seconds as well, but he also slips two fingers easily into my hole and fingers me for a good, solid minute.

I really can’t help it this time. Between the vibrator still going inside me, the guys fingers moving inside me, Derek pinching one of my nipples and all of them staring intently at me, I can’t help but to cum right there at the table. I don’t mean to, but I slump back in the booth and shake open mouthed, moaning for a good 45 seconds. During that time however, apparently both waiters had walked away from me laughing and now half the restaurant was staring right at me and my quivering pussy.

I was so red in the face now. Derek leaned over and kissed me on the mouth . As he was doing so, he took one of my hands and placed it on his hard cock. Oh man, was he hard. Harder than he was this morning when the neighbors had been watching. I didn’t dare look up at any of the people staring at me. I tried to close my legs again, but Derek still wasn’t having it. I resigned myself to just keeping my legs open for the rest of dinner. I kept my eyes down and ate my dinner. Eventually everyone stopped looking at my pussy and went back to what they were doing. When we finished eating, he finally let me close my legs.

We were getting up to leave the restaurant, but the torture didn’t end there. He walks behind me and lifts my dress above my ass in the back. My ass is completely exposed. I tried to run away from him, but that only made things worse. Because the dress is already short, all it did was make the dress come up over my pussy so it was exposed again. I instantly stopped and the dress fell back down again, save for the part covering over my ass. That was still very much on display. All I could do was to walk slow enough that he covered most of me, but fast enough that hopefully no one else saw what was happening.

My worst suspicion was confirmed however, when I heard a loud cat call next to me. Clearly someone had seen my naked ass. I didn’t dare look up to see where it came from. That didn’t seem to matter much though, because after the first whistle, other heads must have looked up. All of a sudden, I heard another four whistles from all sides of the restaurant. Those four turned into six, which turned into ten. All around me, people were looking at my naked ass as I walked out of the restaurant with my head held low.

The worst part of it all, was that even though I was embarrassed thoroughly, I was still incredibly turned on. My worst mistake of the night was that I had decided not to wear a bra tonight because my dress was very low cut and strapless. Derek could see just how turned on I was because of how hard my nipples were. He decided to take advantage of that situation as well. Just as we were about to walk out of the door, he turned me around at the last minute and pulled my dress off over my head. I was now standing in the doorway to this restaurant with nothing covering my naked body except my shoes. He slapped both of my tits and pinched both nipples as the entire male portion of the restaurant erupted in cheer while the females just looked on in disgust. Derek picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he carried me out.

Just as he was putting me down next to the door of the car, he slapped both cheeks. I asked for my dress back, but he told me to just get in the car. He made me sit in the car butt naked the entire way home. At one point, he asked me for a blow job. Because of how turned on I was, I obliged willingly. What I didn’t know, was that because of the position I got into, my ass was pointed high out the window and everyone who drove by saw. He made a point to turn me on more by sticking two of his fingers into my pussy as I did so. Everyone got to see my asshole and him fingering my pussy.

And this wasn’t even the end of my night. I still had much more embarrassing fun to come. This is just the beginning of my story

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