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Jill's Story [M/f, Public Humiliation]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Be advised that this is an erotic fantasy for the over-18 crowd. If that
doesn't include you, get lost.
I didn't write this short story. I downloaded it from some long
forgotten source at sometime in the past. It's really too short in a
way, but I think it's so sexy that it's always been one of my favorites.
Of course, I think the subject of public humiliation is powerfully erotic
and wish that more stories explored it more fully. sigh. If the author
recognizes her/his work and wants credit, I'd be happy to post an
addendum naming them. To the best of my knowledge and belief this is not
copyrighted, but I would make a strenuous effort to confirm that if you
intend to milk some profit out of it if I were you. Enjoy.
JILL'S STORY
By Silk Miniskirt
The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their
costumes. I didn't really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into
it just before the party. I didn't have a costume but she said she would
get me one if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I
got there. I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a
hooker outfit, complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even
had lingerie for underneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume
and I needed it to make the costume authentic. I'd never worn anything
like this before. I was so nervous about going out in public dressed this
way. Gina sat me down and did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my
make-up, putting it on very heavy.
I don't think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing
me. The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in
a deep v. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter
stockings. I didn't dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing
everything! The dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red
garter belt, panties and a silky bra that barely covered my nipples, let
alone hold anything up. The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap
sandals had 4 inch heels, making it very difficult to walk.
I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. It
seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my
nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the
sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.
A friend of Gina's, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to
beg my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice
and I began to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number
started as we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul's arms,
turning slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I
found out that it wasn't really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his
hands began to wander over me in the dim light.
I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I
didn't know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was
very insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my
tongue, kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me
very vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft
back of my dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-
balance and Paul used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would
fall.
Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete
advantage of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands
methodically stroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to
tell him to stop but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my
mouth except muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew
that everyone was looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could
hear quiet talking around me as we danced and caught a few words here and
there..."She's acting the part"...."What a little slut".
Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me
a little too. I didn't know what to think. All these strange feelings
inside me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands
now on my silk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers
really did feel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good!
One of his hands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts
through the thin material of my dress. Against my better judgement, my
nipple responded to his touch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations.
The voices kept drifting in and out as we danced...."I knew she was
hot"...."She never let me do that"...."She really is a slut".
I could feel the color rising in my cheeks as the embarrassment of my
situation increased. I couldn't help myself as I stole a peak through my
closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was standing around in a
circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton display of my private
things. I felt so exposed standing there, with all those strangers looking
at my lingerie, as Paul touched me and showed me off. Paul's finger slipped
slowly into my panties and eased them down around my things. His other
hand pulled the top of my dress off my shoulders, forcing my arms down to
my sides, trapped by the sleeves.
Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control
over anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally
exposed to everyone around me.
Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paul
whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyones face. I
could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to
do what he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn't have
run it I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high
heels. As I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands
pressed tight to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I
realized that this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The
costume, the scene, and Paul!
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