Exhibitionism (part two)

Sorry for the delay in getting back to this, I'm only doing so now cos the website is down where I chat. Oh well. So instead I'm typing this and as I do imagining the reaction (and actions) I might stir up in some of my readers. *shivers*

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I feel my head swimming slightly from the drink I just finished in one gulp as he looks into my eyes and tells me that he wants my underwear. I return his look with interest, with alot of interest as my hardening nipples encourage me to do exactly as he wants. I stand, turning my head to look for the ladies room where I can safely remove my bra and panties. He shakes his head and tells me that I should sit back down and I cannot leave the table until my undies are in his hands.


I smile, despite the small knot of fear in my gut, enjoying the blatant nature of this contest now. A battle between us, but a battle for what? Why to find my limits of course. What he doesn't know that how I'm feeling now means that my limits might be quite a way off yet.


I sit back and look him in the eye, not even caring to look around the room as I reach back to unclip my bra through my thin blouse. I shrug the shoulder straps down and pull one past my hand, then pull on the other to slide it out the short sleeve of my top.


I hand it to him and all he says is now its time for my panties. Just him saying that, in a voice loud enough that anyone passing can overhear, just that makes my panties just a lil bit damper and I can hardly wait til he gets to feel how wet they have gotten in so brief a time. Or maybe even smell... Oh my...


My eyes have still not left his face as I lean forwards slightly, my now braless breasts pushing to the table top, the nipples rubbing against the firm wood. Rubbing more than is strictly necessary I might add. My hands dip under my skirt as I slip the french knickers I have on down my thighs, the gusset held to my crotch a moment with its dampness. Then they're down over my knees as I slip out of my shoes and tug them free before handing them over the empty glasses on the table and into his waiting hand.


Only now do I look around the bar, so I can determine if anyone saw what I just did. I honestly can't work out if I want people to have seen or not. A few men from various tables are looking at me out of the corners of their eyes. An older guy in his late 50s, sat drinking alone, nods at me with a broad grin on my face and motions down with his eyes. I slip my gaze to below his table and in its shadow can barely make out the movement of his hand over his trousers. I bite my lip and resist the urge to mirror his motions and start touching myself right there and then.


Instead I smile politely at him and turn back to my new friend to find him looking over my black panties and touching the gusset lightly. He just has them laid out there on the table in the open.


So you're enjoying this he says, smirking a little, clearly enjoying the fact that I'm enjoying be so slutty for him. He continues, telling me that the previous 'dares' were easy. I gulp and tell him to bring it on and that I've never left a dare not done. I'm pushing him to make me wilder, to make me sluttier that I would ever be left to my own devices.


He finishes his drink in a long slow movement of his arm and tells me to get another one for him. I shrug and rise off my seat and step away from the table. I turn and return as he says my name. HE beckons me to him and I stand at his side facing into the room as he unbuttons my blouse fully. the sides of it only covering my nipples by the virtue of their friction. More than a few of the guys in here are staring now.


I stand there blushing before asking if i might go now, he nods and I can feel his grin on my back all the way to the bar, where I'm served immediately by a guy about my own age who has no concept of tact as he stares at the opening in my top through out our entire transaction.


He hands me my change, eyes still fixated at chest height when I feel strong hands on my hips, looking round, my new friend is there. He looks past me to the barman and asks him bluntly if he'd like to see my breasts. The barman nods a lil nervously, half expecting some kind of trick. But there is no trick as those strong hands twitch my blouse fully open, my bare breasts and hard aching nipples exposed to the barman and anyone else who happens to be looking.


The guy behind the bar stares like he's never seen breasts before as I stand on show for him. Then my friend gives him permission to touch if he likes. His hands are not gentle on my poor boobs as he squeezes them hard almost the instant the offer is made.


My cunt is on fire by this point. This strange man's hands all over me at the request of a man who I hardly know whilst other strangers look on. I moan quietly, so keen to ease the desperate need between my legs. So ready to do anything that's asked of me. I'd not refuse my friend if he offered my body to every guy in the place one by one. I want that, I long to be used and displayed, my slutty side on show for everyone to see.


That's enough now he tells the bar man and motions for me to pick up the drinks and leads me back to the table, my breasts on show still. Every one we pass looks at them, sees my arousal. What women are in there leave at this point, most quietly, one quickly demands her husband follows her and now I'm alone in a bar with over a dozen men and my tits out.


I notice the older guy from before and he's given up any pretence and I can see his hand wrapped round his cock under the table jerking hard as he stares at my tits. I smile wickedly at him and his face contorts and I assume he;s just cum inside his tight fist. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.


We reach our table eventually and I go to re button my top, though why, I'm not really sure. This is met with disapproval and a dare to remove it, which I do, instantly. Someone from behind me calls out that I should lose the skirt too, which is followed by a few shouts of agreement and encouragement.


My eyes seek out permission, which is given and I stand and turn and unzip slowly before letting it fall to the floor. My bare pussy is on show to so many strangers as they are all staring at me stood in my shoes and stockings as I feel something cold and hard sllide over my shoulder.


My friend is sliding an empty beer bottle down my chest, til its base is torturing my nipple with its chill. He leans in and whispers in my ear.


Well you're just a nasty little slut aren't you? You wanna give them a real show? Fuck yourself with this bottle. I dare you.


All I want right now is to rise in orgasm, to feel it fill me, I have no care for how I get it or where I am, I just need to cum. More than anything. I grab the bottle and with the first stroke the whole neck of it is filling me, my cunt so tight it stretches me a little, but Im so wt I take it easily. I watch my cunt take it for a moment as I perch on the table and spread my legs.


Looking up I see guys watching, some filming it on phones, some jerking off slyly, a few openly. One even walks right up and goes to touch between my thighs before my friend warns him off, no touching, only looking.


I moan, possibly with disappointment, possibly at the sensations flooding me as now most of the guys are openly jerking over the sight of my cunt being fucked with a used beer bottle, my fingers on my clit as a loose semi circle forms around me of guys jerking.


I start to cum for the first time, bucking hard, making the glasses on the table shake as I hit the high and I'm moaning loudly, gabbling away, talking dirty, telling them all to jerk over me that I want them to cum for me, that I want them to cum on me.


I flop back a little as I start to ease down off my high. But this isn't finished as string arms lift me under the shoulders and lay me on an empty larger table, flat on my back, everywhere I look theres a jerking cock making me instantly aroused again. 


I stare up and spy the older guy from earlier by the side of my head. He looks like he;s about to have a heart attack and his hands are pumping so hard, honestly all I want is to suck on it until it cums in my mouth, filling me with his warm thick runny juice.


I'm denied this tho, firstly by the no touching rule, which I'm starting to disagree with whole heartedly, and secondly because the old guy is cumming and cumming hard. his first spurt hits the floor as my fingers find my throbbing clit. The old guy brings his hips forwards and the second load lands down my cheek and I'm already feeling my second cum building. The third lands on the table by my side and I consider this a waste as I use my free hand to scoop a little onto my fingers and suck them clean.


This, alongside the 3 fingers now filling my literally dripping and dribbling cunt seems to set off a chain reaction and one by one guys step to me and cum. I lay back, my mouth open as every inch of my face slowly gets covered. With the feel of each splatter onto my flesh I cum a little, building up to what I'm sure will be an orgasm large enough to knock me out.


There's cum all over me, in my hair, dribbling down my chin onto my neck, over my forehead, on my cheeks. Some in my eyes as it keeps on coming. Finally it stops and I wipe my eyes, my other hand still feverishly busy at my groin. Every single guy in here has just come on me, except presumably my friend who is just watching with a smug look on his face as he picks his phone up from where its been sat recording the whole incident.


I redouble my efforts on myself and feel the orgasm building as some of the men, now they've cum, now they've used me for their cheep quick orgasm, are leaving, only a few sticking around to watch me orgasm.


I start to shake, my tongue snaking out of my mouth to taste the buffet of semen on me. My wrist flicks quicker and quicker....
...until...
a hand clamps down over it and drags it free from me. I whine, i almost cry as my friend tells me to sit up. But I do, now fully under his spell, willing to do anything who can make me feel this alive, even if I feel like I'm about to burst from desperate need.


He tells me to dress, throwing me my blouse and skirt. I put both on, the blouse clinging wetly to patches of cum on my chest. I look questioningly at him. He says...


"Walk with me to my house as you are, cum all over your face and then fuck me all night... I dare you."




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I hope you enjoyed the concluding part to that tale. It wasn't how I had intended it to go, but I seem to be feeling exceptionally slutty tonight and I really enjoyed taking such a wild path with it.


You'll have to excuse any typos or punctuation issues with it because I really was typing most of it one handed, whilst the other busied itself below the desk...


Red.