Tale of Two Cities

[antyhowacc]

Episode 1

Sydney’s face glowed with delight as her phone lighted up with a slight tremble. It was something she had been looking forward to since class ended hours ago.

“4th floor last cubicle, now.” the text read.

“Always the gentleman” Sydney thought as she rolled her eyes sarcastically at the message. Well, hunger unfed is hunger left lingering and Sydney begin to plot her way into the men’s toilet, on the men’s floor of her dormitory without attracting any attention to herself from the residents. Yet before she could get there, another obstacle awaits right next to her.

Her roommate Chelsea.

Sitting at her desk barely 5 metres away, staring intently at her laptop like any other day. Hard at work as always, researching on the next haunt to visit, the next good food place that not many have yet discovered. Some days Sydney pitied the choice she had made, but each woman to her own right?

Sydney reached for her bra and begin to remove her dri-fit t-shirt as discreetly as she could.

“Going somewhere at this time of the night?” Chelsea enquired.
“Hehe, feel like getting some fresh air, maybe a short walk around campus?” Sydney replied timidly. “Class today was stressful man!”
“Well, at least you’re being decent and wearing a bra I guess. Don’t get raped k!”

Sydney heaved a sigh of relief as Chelsea went back to her tasks. Both of them knew that Sydney was clearly lying, but it seems like Chelsea was prepared to let her get away with it so long as Sydney updated Chelsea at some point. Chelsea probably suspected that Sydney was seeing someone she wanted to keep secret at this point. Well, she wasn’t exactly close.

To provide some context on the two roommates, Chelsea was the diva, the star of every class she had ever been in. She was gifted with a lean, tall and graceful body, with ample assets and the face of an angel. Over the years she has had many suitors but she has turned everyone single one of them down. To put it simply, she was every guy’s wet dream.

Sydney on the other hand was a much simpler girl. Not ugly by any means, but often placed side by side with her much more well-endowed roommate. Sydney was petite, barely past the 1.5 metre mark, which many men instantly categorizes as “cute”. Unlike Chelsea, Sydney utilizes her innocent and cute image, and has had much more dating experience than Chelsea. Experimenting with pleasures of the flesh was one of her favorite pastimes since she was in Secondary School, although Sydney’s appearance certainly suggest otherwise.

The roommates were both studying in a local university, and decided to become roommates after hitting it off in an orientation camp organised by the school.

Dressed in her bright yellow dri-fit t-shirt and black FBTs, Sydney begin to realize how hard it would be avoid attention if she was looking as bright as a bee as she stepped out of the room she shared with Chelsea. Well, that ship has kind of sailed, and it would just seem doubly weird for Sydney to turn back and change now. Arousing Chelsea’s attention was definitely not on Sydney’s agenda.

“One step at a time I guess” Sydney thought as she tried her best to walk as naturally as she could towards the stairs. She stayed on the 5th floor, a ladies’ floor, which was fortunate as it was just one floor away from her destination. It certainly helped that toilets were always located close to the staircases, although Sydney had never wondered why it was designed that way.

As Sydney approached the landing step, she saw a group of guys heading her way. Too late to turn back up, she was forced into an awkward conversation which lacked any substance. The only takeaway was disappointment as Sydney realised the guys were not heading her way, they were simply heading towards the same destination as herself. Her plans ruined, Sydney could only pretend to continue heading down the staircase after the awkward conversation.

Sydney’s phone buzzed with annoyance as she scrolled through the telegram texts. Patiently waiting in the female toilet another floor down, a painful 10 minutes passed before she heard the commotion from the same group of guys leaving the toilet.

Relieved, Sydney quickly stepped back upstairs with purpose, to a clear coast and darted right into the restroom. With basins and mirrors on her left and cubicles on her right, Sydney hurried to the last cubicle and knocked. The door opened inward in a hurry and a powerful hand grabbed her quickly inside before the lock was turned.

“You’ve kept me waiting”
“I came as soon as I could!”
“Well, not soon enough bitch”
“Well, how about I make it up to you?” Sydney whispered seductively and she pushed the man before her onto the covered bowl and got comfortable, resting her knees on the damp tiles.

Sliding the man’s shorts and briefs down, Sydney felt hands on both sides of her head as she revealed an unkempt bush that obviously was never groomed. Nudging her on, Sydney fumbled in the bush before finding her target. It reeked of urea and sweat but quickly rose to attention at her touch. It was nothing massive, but certainly a grower given how she had to search for it initially.

Soon, it was a thick and veiny member quivering with anticipation. Not the biggest Sydney has ever seen, but she wasn’t exactly looking for those given her petite size. Sydney lowered herself, maintaining eye contact every second of the way until she reached the bottom of the shaft. Extending her tongue without breaking the eye contact, Sydney was slow and relentless as she teased the man before her, slowly licking up along his shaft and feeling his every quiver, armed with the knowledge that he probably wished that she would just hurry. When she finally reached the top of the mushroom head, she engulfed him in one fell swoop and swirled her tongue rapidly around the centerpiece.

Sydney’s hands were not left ideal as she kept one tingling the scrotum of the man she was hoping to please. Impatient and mad with desire, the man Sydney was pleasing roughly pushed her down and Sydney found herself way deeper than she would liked ahead of schedule. Choking at the sudden intrusion, she gagged involuntarily and stared daggers at her adversary.

Shocked at her sudden outburst, the man apologized furiously and tried to explain how he lost control at her skillful skills. Not one bit placated, Sydney simply went back to her job. She hated to leave things undone and sought to finish this episode quickly. As Sydney felt the usual tensing that is commonly associated with the male orgasm, she heard how the man was telling her it was enough, and how he didn’t want to cum yet given that he hasn’t been in her yet.

Unsympathetic, Sydney finished what she set out to do, not slowing down one bit, leaving the man spent after he blew a load in just 3 minutes.

“Maybe you’ll get to fuck me next time if you learn how to respect women, asshole” Sydney spitted. Turning to leave, she felt strong hands grab her from behind across her waist and chest.

“Fuck you Sydney, you don’t get to go unless I let you. And trust me, you’re not leaving here unscathed bitch” the man replied as he tugged and pulled Sydney until she was sitting atop him.

“You have satisfied me quite well tonight so I am going to give you a choice. Either you leave me a physical souvenir or a digital one. Your choice.” The man elaborated as he continued groping Sydney, kneading her modest breasts from behind. Sensing Sydney’s puzzlement, he continued “Basically, a photo of you naked, or your underwear. Your choice”.

The thought of having nudes of herself being leaked onto the internet was all the persuasion Sydney needed. “Fine, you can have my underwear you sick bastard. Go jerk off on it all you want” Sydney replied snidely, getting up to strip. However, before Sydney could even fully take off her top to remove her bra, Sydney felt hands sneaking into her FBTs, rushing straight towards her clitoris, encircling and teasing it.

“I’m glad we reached a consensus Sydney, but it isn’t your underwear without you all over it.” the man whispered as he extended two of his fingers into Sydney and begin to finger fuck her. Overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, Sydney felt herself giving in to the pleasure, craning her neck for easier access.

Seizing the opening, the man begun to kiss, lick and suck on Sydney’s sensitive neck and nape while continuing the action down below. His other hand was not left idle as it attempted to unclasp Sydney’s bra. The attempt was clumsy and he fumbled many times, until Sydney grew impatient and took it off for him. Fully naked on top, Sydney was trying to suppress her moans although she knew that no one had walked into the toilet yet given how silent the whole place was.

Her attempts were easily proved futile when she felt pleasant sensations from multiple locations she was being touched in. Chasing her own peak, Sydney cradled her lover as she rubbed her own clitoris with her own hand, even though less than a few centimeters away, another hand was working tirelessly in and out of her.

Finally, as Sydney approached her crest, she covered her mouth and peaked it out, moaning uncontrollably into her own hand.

Needless to say, her panties were now fully doused and Sydney got up to strip fully, presenting the desired price to the deserving lover. Pinching Sydney’s nipple lightly before accepting the wet and sticky gift, the two quickly got dressed in the cubicle, with Sydney in the outfit that she came in, less the underwear. Apparently, she was not allowed to keep her bra either, although Sydney had no idea how the man was going to sneak it out of the toilet.

Heading out to check the coast first, Sydney waited anxiously before her lover came in to lead out her. As they hurried past the basins and mirrors, Sydney was puzzled when the man in front of her suddenly stopped and started washing his hands. Not willing to make any sound, Sydney waited impatiently, annoyed when she felt her breasts being groped, out here in the open. Unwilling to scream, she stared hard at the man before her and realized he was mouthing “your punishment for not fucking me”. Not comprehending what he meant, Sydney only realized the two wet clear handprints outline on her chests at exactly where her boobs are when they left the restroom.

Sydney had no idea how she was going to explain the lack of a bra, wet, fresh handprints on her breasts to Chelsea when she got back. Ugh, what a nightmare tonight was, especially since she didn’t even get to ride a dick (although the back part of her brain told her that was her own fault).

[SumoWrestler]

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Episode 2

Chelsea eyed Sydney suspiciously as she left the room. Well, her lackluster explanation fooled no one, but Chelsea didn’t want to expose Sydney there and then. After all, it doesn’t hurt to give your roomie some privacy if she so desired right? Furthermore, it could simply be someone that Sydney was dating that she wasn’t ready to tell yet. No one wants to jinx these things, especially at the budding stages right?

Going back to her task at hand, Chelsea began to grow frustrated at the limits of the internet. Despite her best efforts, it seemed as if there was nothing interesting left to do in Singapore. Most were either already covered by other influencers, or were invite-only events that her current popularity was insufficient to secure her an invite to.

Unlike many, Chelsea had always knew that being an influencer was no easy job, but even she was forced to admit it turned out harder than she thought. It all started out as an opportunity to supplement the limited income her family had. Many a times she wrecked her brains on how she could help ease the financial pressures her family was facing. Chelsea had taken part-time jobs as waitresses, as salegirls, as ice cream scoopers. Nothing wrong with those jobs, but they were both labour and time intensive. Now that she was going to enter college, Chelsea was no longer sure she could sustain working those jobs part-time. While it was true Chelsea had always had it easier than most with her looks, those jobs nevertheless had reporting times, minimum hours, jealous bosses and creepy customers. Not the most fun she had had, but she stuck with them.

Thus, it seemed like a god-send when she first discovered the world of influencers. Chelsea knew she was attractive. She knew guys lusted after her and if that’s all it took to become an influencer, Chelsea was confident she could do it as well as anybody. Or at least, that’s what she thought.

Researching deeper into the business model of how influencers work, she discovered that the work was not going to be easy as she thought. Constant updates was a must, so that your followers never lose interest in you. One has to consistently create content, be it travel, food, beauty, sports. Being an influencer basically means that you had to live a full life and be sharing every other moment of it with the world. Nevertheless, she was confident that she could do it, and when she finally did, it worked out better than she thought.

In a matter of months, her followers grew from her own circle of friends to thousands of people she had never met. Chelsea noticed sharply that revealing a little more skin was often effective in garnering eyeballs, which really, is the core of the business. It didn’t even have to be bikini shots, although those certainly helped. Simply be the smallest peek of her cleavage through a casual V-neck and a nice camera angle or the usual sports bra and tights and she would get significantly more likes and followers within minutes. Bless the internet!

While the initial gush was rapid, Chelsea quickly found the number of followers stagnating. Popular influencers in Singapore can easily hit 50k, 100k followers, but Chelsea was struggling to hit 10. Frustrated, Chelsea had attempted to be more sexy, throwing in more swimsuit and suggestive posts on both her stories and mainpage, but all she got back in return was more disgusting comments and unwanted DMs in her inbox.

Chelsea remembered the horror of opening the first dick pic she ever received and complained endlessly about it to Sydney. Except those never really seemed to stop completely.

Thus, despite her best efforts, Chelsea was not getting the return she so desired from this career choice. She needed the views, the followers, the numbers before she could begin to take on endorsements, received sponsorships or be the face or a shop or even just a line of products. It was just not happening, and she was beginning to get desperate.

Ironically, the very platform that Chelsea was trying so hard to garner followers on was the very same that seemed to offer her a solution. As she was scrolling through her own feed, Chelsea came across a budding photographer. One of her hallmates who lives just a few floors below.

Someone who she can trust.

Sure Vince may be a guy, but so were many other photographers. Perhaps what she really needed was more than just nice selfies, but carefully curated pictures to showcase her beauty. Best part of it? They could both work for free for each other to gain more exposure. Win-win situation right?

With her mood drastically improved at the epiphany, Chelsea headed to bed after leaving the aspiring Vince a DM. It occurred to her that Sydney was not back yet, although Sydney’s really a big girl already and there’s no need to wait up for her. Plus, Chelsea know for a fact that beauty sleep is mandatory if she wanted to maintain both her career and her grades.

Adios!

[Vermont]

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[madpig88]

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[curiousSG]

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[antyhowacc]

Episode 3

Sydney opened the door of the room as quietly as she could. She had fervently wished that she needn’t have to explain her current situation to Chelsea. The previous excuse was unconvincing enough, and Sydney had none better to explain how she came back without her underwear with two obscene palm prints on her chest in the middle of the night.

Thankfully, all was dark and Chelsea had already turned in for the night. Sydney heaved a sigh of relief, although she still felt somewhat unsatisfied. Sure, she had gotten to come, but that wasn’t what she was looking for when she put in so much effort in sneaking to the rendezvous.

While Sydney may not be as pretty as Chelsea, she does have her own charms. Living in a student dormitory also meant that she stays on campus most of the time, and had many opportunities to interact with members of the opposite sex in school. Frankly speaking, most of them are just as, if not even more horny than she is. After all, everyone else is so attractive right? Furthermore, since most of them are her hallmates due to the various camps she had been in, Sydney did her due diligence in flirting and leaving many opportunities open in those interactions. And it is precisely in these times that she should cash out on her investments.

A few flirty text messages were all it took and Sydney was all set. Well, it was wishful thinking to expect any further action tonight, but at least she had something to look forward to the next day...

The next day...

Sydney barely absorbed anything in her morning lecture. She was preoccupied with anticipation of what is to come. Chelsea on the other hand, was 100% focused. Chelsea knew that it required every ounce of her attention in pass to be able to pass her modules, given how she had barely made the cutoff in order to enter this university. She simply attributed Sydney’s lack of attentiveness to the lack of sleep and thought nothing of it. After all, she wasn’t back by the time Chelsea turned in.

As noon struck and the girls packed up, Sydney gave another half-hearted excuse to skip lunch, which struck Chelsea as unusual given how they had always had lunch together on weekdays when they had common lectures adjacent to lunch time.

Rushing back into an almost empty hall, Sydney discarded the cautiousness she had the night before and headed straight for her destination. She has requested that her counterpart ensured that his roommate will be absent for the duration of their session, to which he had readily agreed to. This was after all, a guy Sydney had slept with before and felt comfortable going back to.

A quick embrace after Sydney stepped in through, the two wasted no time in getting on with the action. They had exchanged no words as Sydney felt hands all over her, caressing, pinching, groping seemingly all at once as they made their way to his bed on the right. Sydney even wore matching, laced underwear to look her best for the occasion.

Sydney’s spaghetti top was quickly tugged above and over her head and her shorts unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled to her ankles. Stepping out of her shorts, Sydney was left in her underwear as she went in with a kiss, returning the favor until her lover was stark naked with an excited tool. Pushing him lightly away when she was done, Sydney stepped back in her black matching underwear and undressed the very last portions herself, making sure he was looking at her while she did it every second of the way.

Taking her time, Sydney executed a little striptease with the only two remaining pieces on her. Twisting and turning, Sydney removed them sequentially, dropping them off strategically on his nose as they came free. As her lover whiffed on the smell of her, Sydney capped him before finally climbing onto him, finally getting to fulfill her craving.

Lowering herself onto him, Sydney felt herself stretched to accommodate the entry. She has truly missed the feeling of a hot rod sliding into her. Sydney embraced her lover’s head in her bosom and she rode hard and fast, moaning loudly in the process. Sydney has always been loud, which is why she preferred the privacy to unleash her wanton desires. In comparison, most men she’d been with are relatively quiet during lovemaking. They do not moan, they do not talk dirty. The most seem to just grunt as they thrust repeatedly into her, making Sydney doubt her own skills in bed and worse, feel shy about her own moaning. It felt like she was the slut who couldn’t control herself, although she was well aware that moaning was perfectly normal. Whenever Sydney managed to meet those who do more than just grunt though, she would almost definitely enjoy the session, often craving for more later.

Which is exactly why she’s back.

As Sydney continued riding hard and fast, each time she lowered herself was met with a equally violent upward thrust, reaching into the depths of her. Sydney moaned in ecstasy, occasionally squeezing to elicit a similar response. Soon, she began to tire and slow, only to find her wrists grabbed and held behind her back by one hand. Restricted in movement, Sydney could only continue riding as the other hand took turns to caress and spank each of her butt cheeks harshly. Sydney arched her back subconsciously as pleasure coursed through her veins, thrusting her modest B cup breasts at the eye level of her lover.

Warmth and moisture soon enveloped her nipple as Sydney felt it being licked and flicked in his mouth. He had also stopped spanking her, instead caressing and grabbing each of her butt cheeks roughly, before making his way in between them. The next thing Sydney felt was both immense pain and pleasure as her nipple was bitten and her other opening penetrated with the first joint of a finger. Sydney came hard, buckling and instantly losing any strength in her legs, collapsing onto the chest of her current lover.

Sydney barely felt the withdrawal of the engorged member and her lover disentangled himself from her. Now lying face down in his pillow and panting on his mattress, Sydney felt her hips being lifted before she was once again being filled. Except this time, something felt different. The rod seemed warmer and slicker, and Sydney could feel the throbbing better as she was being plunged repeatedly into.

“Where should I come in? Your pussy or your mouth?” Her lover enquired without pausing a single bit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” was all that flashed in Sydney’s head as she came to the realization of what had happened.

“Fuck, mouth, mouth! Please don’t come in me.” Sydney pleaded.

“Better hurry and get there then” came the reply as Sydney scrambled to raise herself up and turn around. However, before she could even get close, her lover slid comfortably back onto his back on the bed, comfortably cushioning his head with the pillow that Sydney was just panting into less than a few seconds ago. Recognizing what this meant, Sydney crawled towards the end of the bed that faced the door and lifted her legs wide over the shoulders of the body beneath her. Her mouth encapsulated the now naked and sensitive head just as she felt a moist tongue slither onto her clitoris.

Fully in position, Sydney worked hard, popping up and down as she put her skills to work. At the same time, she felt the pleasure that emanated between her legs as her pussy and clitoris was licked and probed. Occasionally, Sydney even felt her now hanging melons groped and teased as she sped up, knowing that it was close.

Before she could finish her objective though, Sydney raised her head and looked up as she heard the door in front of her twist open. Sydney’s pupils dilated as she froze in place and stared in horror, making eye contact with her lover’s roommate, a hallmate that she was working with on some hall project as the roommate opened the door. As if the timing couldn’t be better, the loaded gun centimeters below her face fired, its contents gushing up at her face. Sydney cringed instinctively, shutting her eyes quickly and felt spunk land on both her face and in her hair.

All Sydney heard was the slam of the door and muttered apologies as she tried to regain vision, wiping her face hastily.

Horrified at what had just transpired, Sydney so wished to storm out of the room right there and then, but she knew she couldn’t. For one, Sydney was still stark naked and two, her face filled with cum with some spillovers on her hair. Her lover offered her tissues apologetically, but the damage was done. Sydney could only swallow her pride and pick up the clothes and lingerie she threw all over the room, hurriedly putting them on while apologies were offered non-stop.

To make matters worse, as she finally stepped out of the room, the very same guy who had just saw her nude, tits hanging out front sucking on a dick and getting creamied by the said same dick, was standing outside the room waiting. Sydney couldn’t even describe her embarrassment as her face flushed crimson. Running quickly past him without any further eye contact, Sydney was well aware that there was probably still some cum stuck in her hair somewhere. Sydney felt terribly exposed despite being fully clothed. It didn’t help that she would need to face him later in the evening for the hall project meeting.

“What a terrible end to an otherwise great afternoon” Sydney thought miserably.

[ilovepussies07]

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[BK4ever]

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Episode 4

Chelsea met up with Vince a few days later for a trial run. Neither of them knew exactly how this was going to work, but they were both willing to give this a try. For Chelsea, it was really a shot in the dark for her influencer career. For Vince, on top of being able to practice his skills, it was such a honor to be working with someone like Chelsea. Everyone he knew had the hots for her (including those attached), and now he is the one who gets to work with her.

Armed with approximately $2,200 worth of DSLR and peripheral equipment, the two set off on a hunt for possible spots around campus. Chelsea hadn’t brought many outfits, just 3 or 4 different sets given that this was a trial run. She also decided conservatively that this should be a fashionable shoot, with her showcasing her latest wardrobe.

The shoot was long and tiring, taking almost the whole day with the two exploring many corners on campus with varying backgrounds such as brick walls, grass patches, cafes, parks and gardens. Given how Vince was unable to afford lighting equipment yet, they had to utilize the natural sunlight, which at times may not be in their favor. Many a times they had to compromise and improvise on angles and poses to cater for sufficient illumination.

Nonetheless, Chelsea was pretty satisfied overall with the shoot, although the weather was Singapore-hot. All of her poses required her to pretend that the heat was not affecting her one bit, and sometimes they had to shoot certain poses again because perspiration was visible on her face. Other times Chelsea freaked out when insects came too close, such as flies or mosquitoes or even innocent ants going about their way. Chelsea was often uncomfortable during the outdoor shoot, but was glad at the progress they had made overall.

Two days later, Chelsea met Vince at his room to go over the photos taken. Vince has trimmed over a thousand out-takes to 6 or 7 sufficiently decent photographs for Chelsea’s purposes. However, one thing about influencers that Chelsea had painfully learned is that one does not simply publish those 6 or 7 photographs at one go. Especially not if you’re still a struggling influencer who simply isn’t attending that many events. Instead, they need to be carefully curated and spaced out, to create the image that you’re so fashionable all the time when really it was all done in one day. No harm no foul right?

A working partnership may have been established, but Chelsea wasn’t fully satisfied yet. After all, no matter how well the trial run had turned out, it was a trial run. Sure, the photos were fashionable and presentable on her profile, but they weren’t going to garner the likes and followers that she is getting so desperate for. Instead, it simply meant that Vince was a suitable photographer for the next steps that she had in mind.

One that involved significantly less clothes.

One that would attract people’s attention. One that would cause her current followers to share her work with their friends. She needed something irresistible and impactful like that.

And let’s be honest, Chelsea isn’t the first one and will never be the last. If that’s what it takes to compete, that’s what a girl gotta do.

Thanking Vince for all of his hard work (and free labour), the two begin to discuss Chelsea’s next idea. For Vince, it felt like he had struck the lottery. Spending the whole day with Chelsea felt like one of the best days of his life, being able to be so close to a goddess like her for a otaku like him. And now, Chelsea was suggesting a sexy photoshoot? Just thinking about it sent blood rushing south.

Fidgeting in his seat before his computer, Vince willed himself to concentrate. A sexy photoshoot sounds amazing, but the logistics involved were somewhat beyond his capabilities as a budding photographer. For example, there’s no way the model (in this case, Chelsea) is expected to strut around almost naked in public areas like the previous photoshoot right? They would need a private venue, which preferably isn’t any of their rooms. Indoor settings would also require sufficient lighting, which Vince had to admit, the previous shoot had compromised more than he would have preferred. Then there were the outfits, what was considered acceptable to Chelsea? Is she going to go fully nude? Where are the lines?

All of which were discussed in detail between Vince and Chelsea. They had scheduled it to take place on Saturday two weeks after, if possible. But for now, both of them had much research to do on how to make it happen.

Chelsea beamed at the prospect of the photoshoot happening. All she needed to do was to decide on the outfits she was going to wear and Vince should take care of the technical stuff. Chelsea needed to do some lingerie shopping given how she isn’t sponsored by any underwear brands yet, but confident that she would be once the fruit of the photoshoot is borne.

Chelsea also needed to research how to pose sexily, which always sounds easy to the layman, but is incredibly hard when one attempts it. Well, into the world of sexy influencers and if required, pornography for inspiration! Last but not least, given that she would be wearing a little lesser than usual, it was perhaps time for a diet and more scheduled exercise to ensure she’ll look her best. Two weeks isn’t a lot of time after all...

[Enwstar]

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[boyangtang]

Interesting story, please continue TS

[basfreak]

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[KTVbuddy]

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[antyhowacc]

Writer's Note: I was under the impression that SBF used to have character limits for each post? But it seems like even with the long chapter about to come below, I am able to get everything out in one post. Can anyone care to explain to me why?

Episode 5

Sydney liked to give second chances.

She was of the view that doing so made men better lovers, made them more malleable and susceptible to her whims and manipulations. Which is why sitting opposite her in an upscale seafood restaurant right now was the same guy who Sydney had blown on in the cubicle of the toilet, the same one who didn’t get to fuck her and must be dying to do so for him to be this generous. After all, it’s not secret that lobsters and crabs aren’t cheap in Singapore.

Good expensive food and hints of possible action, Sydney was more than willing to grace the date and it went exactly the way her date thought it might, sincere apologies, great food (which may actually aid the libido) and finally, what he had missed out on the previous time. Except everything was actually what Sydney desired and allowed. After two glasses of white, they had decided to head back to their dormitory for further action. Sydney had low-key suggested her room, knowing that Chelsea was out for a photoshoot this Saturday and they could have the room to themselves.

Sydney was pleasantly surprised when they returned to her room after lunch. Her lover seemed to have learnt his previous lesson well, there were no brute, rough action. He treated her with respect, and was teasingly slow and tender from undressing her to easing himself within her in missionary. Each movement felt calculated and sent tingles up Sydney’s spine as she held the back of her lover as he slid in and out of her. He even capped himself on without Sydney asking before penetration, a big plus point in Sydney’s opinion. Soon, sensual moans rose deep from Sydney, and she had no reservations, knowing that it was a Saturday where most people in the dormitory returned to their own homes. It was slow and tender lovemaking, one that Sydney rarely experience given that most of her sexual history involved men who can’t wait to finish.

Sydney managed a minute orgasm, despite the slow and gentle strokes. It was something she had always fantasized, reaching an orgasm with tender lovemaking, but never experienced. Slumping back into the bed as it passed, Sydney was soon led away from her bed, standing in front of her wardrobe mirror as she was re-entered from behind.

Sydney gasped at the sudden change in pace. No more was there any slow and gentle, it was all strong, hard strokes as Sydney felt her pelvis being grabbed strongly and her chin being lifted to look into the mirror

“I want you to see your own slutty fuckface as I fuck you, Sydney” Her lover cooed.

The phrase seemed to work wonders, as Sydney felt herself getting more into it hearing that statement. It felt like the heat in the room turned way up as the two lovers went at each other in a wave of passion.

“Wanna make a kinky bet?” Sydney heard her lover ask, even as they thronged into each other.
“Whaaa... Ungh.. Wha.. what’s the bet?” Sydney asked between moans, panting hard.
“Let’s see who can last longer without coming, loser have to do a kinky forfeit” the man replied.

Totally in the mood for kinky, Sydney wanted to agree right there and then. After all, the guy blew his load in like 3 minutes in the cubicle right? What’s so hard about this? But it was hard to think properly when Sydney is this horny, her blood all around her nether regions instead of her head. Her last bit of effort went into asking for the details forfeit, which her lover happily shared.

“Let’s take a stroll together around hall tonight, just 1 round. If I lose (come first), then I can only wear my boxers and nothing else. Plus, I will have to have to lick you down below whenever, wherever you want it. But if you lose, you have to be bottomless during the stroll and give me a blowjob completely naked at the end of the stroll. How about that?”

Thinking about how she could tease him and force him to walk in public with a huge boner, Sydney was tempted to agree. Furthermore, she could have a one-time personal pussy licker, which she could easily turn into sex if she wanted. Sydney was sold. The downsides were barely considered, just some embarrassment that she think she could live with since the hall is so deserted anyway.

Readily agreeing, Sydney wanted to switch to a position where she could be in control, either in cowgirl or even just giving a blowjob. However, before she could even make her move, she was tossed unceremoniously back onto the bed. Hands quickly pinned above her head, and nipples protruding into the mattress, Sydney felt her legs being spread apart and her hole being plugged into again. Except this time it really felt like a plug. Her lover kept it in like a stopper and snaked his free hand in between her legs and tugged on her clitoris.

Realizing that it was clitoral play that he managed to coax an orgasm out of her in the cubicle previously, Sydney panicked as more moisture began to spread below. Completely pinned, she tried to struggle, tried to squeeze with her vaginal muscles, anything to reverse her situation.

Completely ineffectively, Sydney felt horror creeping in as pleasure begin to build, slowly but surely approaching an orgasm. Soon, she came while he remained plugged in, pouting at the unfairness of the bet. She had to admit the game was really kinky though, and despite losing, Sydney was enjoying it, rewarding her lover by mounting him and pleasuring him until he spluttered and signalled the end of the session.

The couple took a short nap in Sydney’s single bed, barely enough room for both of them, cuddling in post-sex bliss. Soon, it was time for the walk and Sydney begrudgingly rummaged her wardrobe for a top that was large enough to cover her womanhood. Thankfully, she had found one oversized jerseys that might just make the cut. When Sydney stood up straight, the jersey lingered teasingly just beyond, barely sufficient to cover her up. Any movement would naturally cause ripples through it, showing glimpses of Sydney baring herself this open.

“Wait.” the man in her bed commanded, “No bra or I get to choose the shirt you go out in. All in the spirit of the forfeit. And of course if I get to pick, you know I would go for the tiniest top you have in there”.

Strutting with pointies or with her pussy and unshaven bush out in the open? Sydney shuddered at the possibilities and quickly took the clear choice, stripping her bra off, sore that she had lost the bet. Finally satisfied at her attire, they left the privacy of Sydney and Chelsea’s room, stepping out into the unknown.

Despite knowing that they are unlikely to meet anyone, Sydney was worried and paranoid. She leaned clung onto the man’s chest hard for a sense of security and the two walked like a couple. Sydney felt a hand wrapping around her back, landing on the now fully uncovered right butt cheek of Sydney, periodically caressing and smothering it.

At times, Sydney even felt the shirt being lifted slightly from behind, exposing her butt cheeks, causing her to quickly pet away the annoying hand.

This is completely crazy, Sydney had to admit, yet it was so exhilarating and kinky that Sydney felt herself getting turned on again. It didn’t help that besides caressing her butt, the naughty hand snaked itself to the crack in the middle regularly, going so close to the part of Sydney in heat yet never exactly touching it. Sydney’s nipples stood at attention, pressing hard into the fabric of the only piece of clothing she is wearing.

Thankfully, other than making Sydney incredibly horny and kinky, the two did not meet any unexpected issues as they strolled the perimeter of the dormitory. They did not run into anyone at all, although they made out a few times in some darker corners when they were safe that there wasn’t anyone near. In one of those occasions, Sydney was engaging in a passionate tongue battle with her lover as he hugged her from behind. He groped her breast roughly, before proceeding to flash her tits. Given that there were no one else there, Sydney surprised herself when she realised not only was she not mad at the unapproved exposure, she actually wished that he would fuck her right there and then. Instead, Sydney was left high and dry as they made their way back into her dormitory..

At the staircase, Sydney was asked to go ahead first, feeling eyes on the exposed lower half of her body every single second as she climbed the stairs. She could clearly feel the moisture between her legs with every step. When they reached her floor, Sydney was requested to sit on the steps. Complying, Sydney felt her legs spread apart as foreign fingers zoomed onto their target, pleasuring her immensely given the deprivation she had just experienced.

Totally entranced, Sydney moaned repeatedly as fingers slid in and out of her, occasionally remembering her engorged clitoris. Just as she was about to reach her own peak, the action stopped, and Sydney’s sole coverage was taken away from her, thrown just slightly out of reach, leaving Sydney in her birthday suit.

Remembering the rest of the forfeit, Sydney quickly got to work. On one hand she was worried about them being seen by literally anyone. She was after all, butt naked and blowing a guy in the open in a place where everyone literally knew everyone else. Before she could even begin to consider how awkward getting caught in such a pinch will be, Sydney recalled that she did actually get caught in one of those situations before just not too long ago…

On the other hand, Sydney can’t wait for this to end so she could get fucked properly back in her own room. She was so stimulated by all the fingering and caressing that she just couldn’t wait to get off, and she had absolutely no intention to do it here on the staircase.

Now that Sydney was the one in control, she made sure to exact her own revenge. She begin to give one of the wettest, sloppiest blowjob she had ever given, making sure that the man who had just put her through all that kinky embarrassment and emotional turmoil will be the one thoroughly begging for his own orgasm. Sydney could tell it was working. Amidst the sloppy sounds and the hard tugs, she felt the man slowly but surely losing his self-control. He had wanted so much to mash the back of her own head into his own crotch, but somehow held onto his sanity.

The final straw was when Sydney stopped. Just completely stopped, turned away and started walking. Sydney was well aware of her sheer nudeness, but she had hoped that in turning away before he could sputter all over her, Sydney could provide enough incentive for her lover to follow her back to her room, where a deserving finish can be achieved for such a day.

Sydney was about half right.

She was indeed followed, except that she never managed to reach her room. Lost in lust, Sydney felt herself being grabbed harshly from behind and pushed mercilessly to the side of the corridor. Holding onto the cold metal railings, Sydney felt her waist being pulled from behind, until her hands were stretched straight before she was sunk into again and again, without any protection. Incapable of thought, Sydney moaned hard and loud, totally forgotten about where she was, or how exposed where they currently were.

The truth is, no matter how empty the dormitory is on a Saturday, there will be remnants of people left behind. It could be foreign students who didn’t have another place to go back to on weekends, or students who were too busy with school and hall projects that they had forgoed returning home. Bottom line is, the vulgar percussion from the flesh on flesh combined with Sydney’s incessant moaning begin to attract curious investigators to attend to the source.

There weren’t many who managed to catch the sight, but for the two or three that did, it made all the difference. Out there on the corridor was a petite chinese girl being rammed from behind repeatedly by an average chinese male. Both were fully naked and on the edge of ecstasy, seemingly ignorant of their surroundings. However, as much as they wanted to, they did not have time to pull out their phones and for a picture before it ended, seemingly as quickly as it had begun.

Sydney and her lover were oblivious to the audience they were attracting, lost in their carnal desires. In such an erotic situation, Sydney felt herself dashing towards her peak in record time. Just as she felt herself getting close, warm spurts of hot semen landed deep within her, something that she had so far never allowed to happen. Slightly upset, Sydney put it behind her as the couple regained their senses and hurried back into Sydney’s room. Sydney felt oddly satisfied, although she was clearly disappointed. Occupying most of her thoughts however, was the line of liquid trailing down her legs as she hurried into the privacy of her room. She also recalled that her piece of clothing was still out there somewhere near the staircase, but that can wait.

Now, her focus was to finish what she had started, her fingers creeping towards her sex, her mind immersed into her world in front of her sole audience as he laid back and watched, appreciating the show.

[i^Xi0n]

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Episode 6

Chelsea tugged on the heavy baggage that she slung over her shoulder as she knocked on the door of the hotel room, alone on a Saturday morning. She has yet to put on her makeup, looking her natural best, her makeup all in the baggage that she was finding impossible to carry.

A smiling Vince answered the door and welcomed Chelsea. Chelsea gave a perfunctory response, the hefty load made it such that she couldn’t wait to put it down, but was caught by surprise when she realised another person’s presence in the room. Seeing Chelsea’s unease, Vince hurried to explain how he had bought new lighting equipment for the shoot and needed another pair of hands to help him with the lighting while he took the pictures. Vince then introduced Jeremy, whom Chelsea was aware of but not familiar as all three of them stay in the same dormitory in school.

Chelsea was perturbed. Here was someone whom she didn’t exactly know, definitely do not trust that is going to see her with barely any clothes on without her permission or prior knowledge. Chelsea felt betrayed that Vince hadn’t bother to inform her of his new arrangement. Furthermore, thanks to all the spin, boxing, HIIT classes that Chelsea had been attending, she was rather confident that if Vince had meant anything untoward, she could easily take him down one on one. Now the tables have turned and Chelsea couldn’t help but feel vulnerable at the situation that was thrusted in her face.

It is exactly situations like this that reminds Chelsea of all the pains in becoming an influencer. It came to mind how Chelsea’s first few suggestive posts on her profile were met with what was considered horrifying comments then. There were spoof accounts who liked and commented unsightly and insulting things like “fap fap fap”, “hot bitch” which Chelsea flinched when she first saw them. She would always remember the first time she saw a dick pic someone sent via instagram’s direct messages. Chelsea was traumatised for days and complained non-stop to Sydney, who couldn’t really relate but still tried her best to console.

Now that Chelsea was physically in the hotel room, she had to make a decision. Either decide to turn back and walk out despite all of the investments that both Vince and her had made (e.g. money and effort spent on the hotel, equipment, outfits) or clench her teeth and endure the potential embarrassment and the uncomfortable situation of showing off most of her body to someone she barely knew. One would have thought it would be a simple decision, given how the end product was literally designed for the masses’ eyes. However, behind the protection of the screen, one often tends to feel invincible, untouchable. Not quite the same when the potential threat is real, living and breathing next to you.

Chelsea struggled, but the battle was lost before the fight begin.

Chelsea knew that if she walked away now, she would have to give up on potentially much more followers and would have to go through the painful process of finding another photographer she could trust again. All Chelsea could do is to hope for the best, steel her will and have faith that the shoot will go smoothly without any hiccups.

Firming up her decision, Chelsea stepped into the bathroom to prepare for the upcoming shoot...

The camera snapped away as Chelsea posed in her first outfit. She was in an incredible tight white blouse, matched with an equally tight black pencil skirt and laced push-up bra to create the effect she knew men loved. She had put on black garters and stocking that brought out her slim, long legs. Overall, the outfit featured Chelsea’s figure perfectly, it showcased her curves well, bringing out the S-line every girl envied.

As the shoot progressed, Chelsea became keenly aware of the effect her outfit had in the room. It wasn’t a big hotel room and in that cramped space, temperature rose quickly as the smell of hormones began to permeate in the air. It didn’t help that as Vince snapped away, he would request Chelsea to pose in certain ways that would make the pictures look better. Sometimes Chelsea would need to adjust her position by a few degrees, thrust out her chest more or even jutt out her butt more in order to create a better effect in the pictures. It was frankly, tough work to maintain those positions, which looked easy but look their toll on one’s muscles.

Unfortunately, given how she could not see herself from the lenses, many a times Chelsea is unable to adjust exactly the way Vince had wanted it, leading to some frustration that Chelsea could feel emanating. Soon, Vince decided that he needed to personally adjust Chelsea, touching her waist, her arms or even her legs in order to prod her into the positions she had in mind. Initially alarmed, Chelsea soon see how it improved the progress of the shoot and gradually but begrudgingly went along with it.

Finally done with the first outfit, Chelsea barely had time to rest when Jeremy brought forth her luggage. The trio began to deliberate which outfit to go with next, with Vince struggling to picture how the various outfits Chelsea brought would look on her and the pictures they would and could produce. Even as they browsed through her luggage, Chelsea couldn’t help but notice that Vince and especially Jeremy has been leafing through her clothes. Their hands came into contact with everything, including her bras and panties. Jeremy in particular, seemingly had his fingers lingering at portions that Chelsea knew was going to come into contact with the most intimate parts of her.

To aid the evaluation, Vince requested Chelsea to switch into the shortlisted outfits that they were considering. Except instead of allowing her to change in the tiny bathroom, Vince suggested that Chelsea change in the room instead. He claimed that this would help Chelsea become more confident and comfortable in her lingerie, which is on the program anyway.

Embarrassed but finding it hard to argue against that logic (Chelsea did indeed discuss and plan for a lingerie shoot as one of the last outfits), Chelsea began to disrobe in front of the men, her cheeks reddening with each button that she unfastened. She wasn’t sure which was better, facing them as she stripped so she could at least see where they were looking, or back face them as she changed and allow their eyes to explore freely. The indecision simply locked her to the ground, Chelsea trying to avoid eye contact as her garments came loose.

Finally leaving the comforts of her white blouse and black skirt, Chelsea hastily changed into the next outfit, keenly aware of the lustful eyes on her body every second as she was changing.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), this quickly became the standard procedure and Chelsea would simply try to change as fast as she could whenever the shoot progressed to the next outfit. However, her relief did not last long when they finally reached the last outfit.

The lingerie shoot that they had planned.

Only having to change her outerwear thus far, Chelsea hesitated as she stared hard into her luggage with three different matching set of lingerie that she specially brought for the occasion. Hours ago, they were just touched and tossed around by her two male companions. Chelsea was still in her matching set of black bra and panties, realising the conundrum she was in while Vince and Jeremy watched and waited out expectantly.

Clad in her only her inner wear, Chelsea was rooted to the spot as she looked dreamily at the outfits. She knew what she had to do, what was expected of her, yet she couldn’t bear to move a single muscle to do it. Thoughts raced through her mind, with each idea on how she could get out of this situation popping up and tossed aside in a matter of seconds.

Like a bubble pierced open by a needle, Chelsea’s train of thought scattered as the silence was broken by a short statement, “Need our help?” Vince uttered, grinning internally as he watched Chelsea struggle. The simple sentence worked perfectly. The thought of letting men who are not even her lovers see her naked is abhorring, allowing them to touch her while she was at it was exponentially worse as Chelsea quickly unclasped herself, holding onto her love pillows with her left hand while she’s at it.

Looking at Chelsea struggling her revealing more and more of her skin was simply a massive turn on for the two spectators. Chelsea hunched over and cowered in a corner, deciding that facing them was too much. It was incredibly frustrated that she couldn’t wear the next bra without letting go of her well-endowed boobs, which she tucked snuggly in her left arm. The truth was, attempting to hide them with her relatively thin part did next nothing. Apart from her areolas, Chelsea really wasn’t hiding much. Chelsea finally gave up and let go, giving the men a perfect view of her full C-cup breasts as she hurried to slip her arms into the next bra, leaving them exposed for less than just a few seconds.

Unfortunately, her womanhood was out for viewing for more than just a few seconds, revealing bright pink, untouched folds and a messy forest that Chelsea hasn’t tidied in some time before she finally got into her final outfit, a blue lacy lingerie set with bondage straps on her bra. It was a sight both Vince and Jeremy knew they were going to keep in mind for later use.

As enjoyable as it was, the nightmare finally ended for Chelsea when Vince was satisfied with all that had captured. They had taken especially long with the last outfit, requesting Chelsea to get in various postures and positions, helping her forcefully when she couldn’t get there by herself. Quickly getting dressed, Chelsea could no longer stand being in the same room and packed with haste, determined to leave as soon as she could. Chelsea noticed sharply that the black set of lingerie she had just changed out of was missing, yet all she could do was to grit her teeth, gather her things and pretend nothing was amiss as she left, her expression telling.

[Fivearms]

Love it, more please

[JillCrusoe]

Nice story TS, shall wait for more updates.

[Truthful]

enjoyed reading your story, look forward to more updates. :)

[Sxmnstr101]

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[crayb]

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[heyla123]

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[antyhowacc]

Episode 7

Sydney was concerned.

Rightly so when she began to feel guys in her dormitory look at her abnormally. Gone were the usual innocent greetings and friendly banter about her day, her projects or her studies. Instead, she begin to feel that the guys at looking at her just a little differently, and sliding in a little too many yellow jokes in their conversations with her than usual.

Worse, she didn’t know why this was happening. Could it be that there were people who actually saw her getting penetrated in public? Or was it something as innocent as someone spending some rumours about her as a joke (e.g. that she likes yellow jokes)?

As a result Sydney took the only action she suspect would help. Ceasing all hanky panky with the guys from her dormitory. She’d gone cold turkey for a week, relying only on her imagination and the internet to get the relief that she craved. But after one whole week, Sydney was done. It was too much.

She simply have to find another solution.

Thanks to today’s technology, with the abundance of the internet and phone applications, Sydney’s solution came easily. Away from her dorm, away from her faculty, Sydney found herself looking forward to her date as she paced towards the engineering campus.

Her date was decent looking and tall, which was always preferred in Sydney’s opinion. After quick introductions over a meal at the canteen, the two quickly proceeded into the deeper parts of the campus. They had discussed what many things online through the squarish machines they put in their pockets. Sydney had shared how she was uncomfortable without a condom, especially with a guy she’d never met, which the guy understandably agreed to. Sydney also casually mentioned how she suspects she may have a little bit of an exhibitionist fetish given her recent experiences while the guy responded that he loved being the dominating one during sex when they discussed things that turned them on. Sydney had given a fake name, and knew the guy probably did the same, although it really didn’t manner.

Hyped, Sydney’s date quickly snuck her deeper into the campus.

“I heard you liked some exhibitionist fun, so I thought I would let you choose. Handicap toilet without locking the door? Or a random unlocked classroom that we could find where people could easily peek in even after we lock it?”

Sydney wasn’t sure if she was daring enough to do it in a classroom where anyone could just look into or worse, walk in anytime. The decision was swiftly made and Sydney was quickly ushered into one of the less patronised handicap toilets where human traffic were few and far between. Her date had frankly shared that this was one of his go-to places and he had brought more than one of his “dates” here before.

Slightly amused at how often she gets drilled in toilets, Sydney was more than happy with the arrangement, especially it being with someone experienced who had tried this before. She was of course concerned about STIs, but her date had agreed to use a condom, which helped put some of her fears away, though of course not completely. But one can only get so conservative when one is out to play right?

Excited to finally break her cold turkey, Sydney leapt onto her date as soon as the door was closed behind them. Tongues were fighting and clothes strewed off as the two went at it with a twinge of awkwardness. After all, there were literally no chemistry prior. However, Sydney liked how he was gentle but urgent, clearly lustful but not forgetting to tease her every here and there. Clearly experienced, Sydney’s date nearly helped her reach her first orgasm by using only his fingers and tongue.

Teased until her patience wore thin, Sydney dismounted and quickly slid her date’s boxers down to reveal her hard and erect prize. A well shaved dick was something Sydney had never seen in her life and she had never realized how clean and sterile it made the tool look. It actually makes her want to pleasure it with her mouth, something that she does not usually enjoy doing but often do for the pleasure of her companion (and for reciprocal goodwill). Sydney’s sudden urge to swallow it whole was also because of another factor.

The length.

Sydney may have had some sexual encounters, but she was sure this is the shortest she’d ever seen. It barely looked like 4.5 inches in Sydney’s opinion and she started to wonder whether she would derive pleasure from it. No hurry, the more pressing question on her mind was whether she could and how comfortable it would be to deep-throat this petite figure.

Well, as it turns out, not very hard nor very uncomfortable.

Capping the meat stick and finally breaking her cold turkey, Sydney mounted her ride, excited that at any moment, someone could burst in and catch the two of them in a moment of passion. Her nipples were taken in and played with as she felt the rubber slid past her lips into her. Barely occupied, Sydney felt unfulfilled as she tried her very best to not let her disappointment show. Truly, it had felt better when her date was working with his fingers and tongue instead. Despite how hard Sydney was trying to elicit fake moans and imagine her wildest fantasies as she rode, Sydney was finding it hard to come. Worse, she begin to feel the tension that accompanies a guy when they are coming. Soon enough, after a shudder and a tremor or two, the warm machine beneath her ground to a halt, leaving poor Sydney disappointed and wanting.

To make matters worse, Sydney’s date begin to dress up, suggesting that the session was over, yet stopping her from doing the same. Still fully nude, Sydney was helped to her feet and positioned in front of the mirror, with her disappointing date hugging her waist from behind and pulling out his phone.

“What the bonkers!” Sydney thought.

He actually dared to suggest posing for a photo for memory’s sake. Furthermore, it was so casual, as if that’s something he does, without the need to ask for permission. As if Sydney was just another conquest, another trophy that he conquered. Ugh! Men!

It didn’t help that he was fully clothed and Sydney in the exact opposite attire. Objecting vehemently, Sydney quickly struggled out of his embrace, reaching for her own clothes that were still scattered near the sink. Unfortunately, it was at this moment the door of the handicap toilet slid open.

“Oh my god, sorry sorry” was all Sydney heard, turning around but failing to catch who the person was before the door was quickly slammed back into position.

“Just my luck again”, Sydney thought as she once again, inadvertently flashed another stranger. “At least it wasn’t from hall”. Sydney consoled herself.

With a sigh, Sydney quickly dressed up to leave. Face flushed, she hurried away in shame from the handicap toilet, head lowered and leaving her companion behind as she went by the girl who had just caught them.

A long walk back to the hall it is then.

[JJMagic]

nice story TS, sure hoping there will be much more.

[Swollew]

Good story Ts

[uizo]

Very well written, thanks bro :)

[NastyThaiboy]

this is a nice story! 

setting up my tent here to wait for more of it. :)

[Nomaninohani]

Thanks for nice story TS

[lark69]

Good stuff, camping for more!

[Informer]

this is a nice story, do keep the updates coming. :)

[Russia2018]

So very nice story. Thanks and hope to read more.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 8

Chelsea couldn’t believe it.

After the disturbingly uncomfortable experience with Vince and Jeremy, she was ready to seriously reconsider her options in life and give up once and for all on this influencer thing. At least she knew, on her conscience that other than literally getting naked, she had really tried her best to make it work.

Yet a week later, Vince sent her the photos from their shoot and Chelsea had to admit, it was good. With some slight photoshop edits, adjustments in lighting that she couldn’t do through instagram or her other mobile apps, the pictures turned out to be much better than what Chelsea expected and she hurried began to plan a schedule to publish them.

It was an instant hit.

Likes and comments quickly flooded her instagram. Notifications came in so often Chelsea had to switch from silent with vibration mode to complete silent mode. Chelsea had also quickly hit her milestone of 10,000 followers by the time the second photo of the set was put up. Even better, she finally received her very first offer of sponsorship, from a small blogshop selling earrings. Delighted, she had put all that had happened behind her and texted Vince the good news, who of course was monitoring his own work just as closely and watched as Chelsea’s popularity soared.

By the time three quarters of the set had been published on her page, Chelsea had received multiple job offers, with them sending her samples in exchange for publicity on her page. Vince had also surprisingly attracted some attention when people in the circle found out he was the photographer (Vince was credited in the posts).

Leveraging on their successful collaboration, Chelsea decided to pursue the matter, quickly scheduling more sessions with Vince. She had to put what had happened behind her, the means an uncomfortable but necessary balance to the ends.

Chelsea and Vince decided that a celebration was required for their initial success. The celebration was chosen to be a karaoke session, and both Chelsea and Vince were welcome to invite their hall friends along since everyone probably knows one another through one way or the other. Naturally, Chelsea invited Sydney, whom she shared her joy with quickly, while Vince invited some of his closer guy friends, not forgetting Jeremy.

When Trae, one of Vince’s friends heard of their plans. He generously offered the VIP room in the KTV that his family owns Free-of-Charge. It was a small KTV lounge in the outskirts of Orchard Road, but the room was FOC, so Vince agreed, even though it was slightly inaccessible.

Fast forward to the day itself, Chelsea dressed in a black, cleavage-revealing, bodycon dress, fully prepared to ride the momentum that her instagram page is garnering to cover most, if not all of the celebrations at the KTV on her insta-story. In comparison, Sydney was dressed rather plainly, in a white spaghetti top and jean shorts.

As they made their way to the destination, Chelsea and Sydney walked past several skimpily dressed foreign women. Sydney was puzzled as to why they were hanging out near the KTV in groups on various floors, touching up their heavy make-up or waving and calling out to strangers every now and then. Chelsea, on the other hand, was simply too focused managing her insta stories and page, replying comments (even rude ones) and taking more photos, stories and the like.

Finally entering the VIP room, Sydney was surprised to see Kent and his roommate Alex there. The memory of Alex catching her fully naked working on Kent-junior in their room fresh on her mind. Sydney flushed, quickly disregarding the memory and pretending everything was alright. After the incident, she had stopped all contact with Kent, and given the recent issues stopped frequenting any of her emotional companions in hall completely.

The two leads Vince and Chelsea, treated the first ten jugs of beer and the party quickly progressed, with everyone getting acquainted with each other (which wasn’t hard since everyone was familiar faces). After an hour and a half of singing and drinking games, Trae offered the next five jugs on the house and asked if everyone present were on for some games he had in mind.

The catch however, is that once you have agreed to play the game, you can’t back out and have to follow the rules.

Chelsea, all drunk on success, high on alcohol, quickly agreed. And so did everyone else.

“The rules are simple” explained Trae, “if you can guess a non-obvious truth about a person, that person has to strip one piece of clothing. Any piece that they choose. You lose if you’re only left with your underwear. We can all decide if the guess it considered ‘obvious’. BUT! If you guess wrongly, you have to strip too!”

To demonstrate, Trae pointed at Vince and said “You are wearing black briefs.” to which Vince checked and applauded, before taking off his shoes. Unfortunately, no one wanted to see Vince stripping, which resulted in many questions being thrown at Chelsea and Sydney instead.

“Sydney is a 34B”
“Wrong”
“My turn! 32B”
“Hey! Not fair!”
“Chelsea is wearing G-string!”
“Omg, how did you know?”
“Sydney is not a virgin!”
“Hey!”
“Chelsea is a 32C”
“Wow, good eyes!”
“Nah I saw your bra before during the shoot remember?”
“Sydney has fucked one of us here before!”
“What? Omg who?”
“Chelsea doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

Some of the guesses may have been wrong, and the girls fought hard to counter-attack, but they were quickly overwhelmed and left only in their undergarments. Chelsea was indeed wearing a black G-string that matches her black bra, given that she had been wearing a black bodycon dress and she didn’t want to have a panty-line. Sydney was wearing a beige-coloured bra and white panties, not expecting any action for the party. The two were tasked with a forfeit and the guys had to choose between themselves who were the lucky ones.

In the end, after a series of finger guessing games, Jeremy and Vince were the winners and all awaited Trae’s next instruction.

“Okay, losers will have to give our lucky stars a handjob and compete to see who can make our lucky stars come first!” announced Trae. “Ladies, please give it your best shot… Because if you lose this too, there’s an even worse forfeit waiting for you! Cheering, Jeremy and Vince pulled down their pants and sat like kings, waiting on the couches while their members stuck out like flagpoles on the parade square.

Chelsea panicked. She knows what a handjob is, staying in a hall full of young and horny people making lewd remarks all the time, but she had never given one. She had never even touched a dick before in her life. Yet now she is clad only in her underwear, in front of mostly half-naked by now men trying to figure out how to compete in the forfeit.

3… 2… 1…

Sydney begun expertly and focused, feeling a little aroused herself with how exposed she was in front of so many men. She gave plenty of eye contact, maintaining her come-fuck-me look as she caressed Vince’s member. Gently with no rush, Sydney stroked as it hardened in her small hands.

Meanwhile, Chelsea revolted at the sight of Jeremy’s erected, veiny dick. She recalled how Jeremy had wolfishly taken advantage of her at the slightest opportunity during the shoot, how she was forced to strip in front of him and felt disgusted at how she needed to service him now. Upset, Chelsea took a quick glance Sydney’s progress and was shocked to see how expertly Sydney was handling her task. Chelsea had never knew Sydney to be dating anyone or even talked about boys. To her, Sydney had always dressed shyly and conservatively, yet there she was, in her element, seemingly routine with her task. Vince’s eyes were half closed, mouth agape in pleasure as Sydney gripped and tugged harder, as her other hand caressed Vince’s low hanging fruits.

Chelsea was snapped out of her trance as she felt a cold hand grip and lead her own hand to the hot and pulsating organ. Realizing her situation, Chelsea tossed away her reservations and quickly followed Sydney’s example, jerking up and down as hard as she could with her right hand. Inexperienced, all Chelsea achieved was causing a great deal of pain to Jeremy, her own boobs floundering and getting in her way. Panicking even harder at the lack of success, Chelsea floundered as she knew the inevitable approached…

[AK47Rifle]

Enjoyed the update TS

[heehua]

Nice story, support for more!

[W4lk3r]

Interesting story, continue

[eoisun]

Awesome story TS, camping for more

[krutz]

Good update, waiting here for more :)

[AK47Rifle]

Still waiting for update from TS, hopefully soon

[antyhowacc]

Episode 9

The rest of the party, including Trae, were busy filming the “intense” competition and announced, to no one’s surprise, Sydney’s victory when Vince came with a groan, shooting his load high into the air, with some landing on Sydney’s hair, arms and face. Cheers erupted and Hi-5s went around as Sydney came up from her task victorious. It had felt good to beat Chelsea at one thing as she walked away, receiving pats and hi-5s from the others and leaving Vince spent on the couch.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Sydney heard amidst the commotion. Holding her hand, Alex gently led Sydney out of the room. Slightly brighter but still dimmed, faint music can be heard travelling from one or two of the rooms the pair strolled along the corridor towards the restroom. It was, apparently a rather quiet evening for this particular KTV.

As they approached the toilet, the pair came across one of the uniformed waiting staff, who did not seemed one bit surprised at the state of undress the two were in and continue going about his task. It was so natural that Sydney did not register the half-naked, cum left on face state that she was in until Alex subconsciously shrunk at his own state of undress beside her.

Rudely reminded, Sydney turned towards the ladies, anxious to clean up.

“Wrong side Sydney, it’s more efficient this way” Alex whispered as he held Sydney’s shoulders gently but firmly and guided her towards the gents. “Cleaning up once is better than having to do so twice right? Besides, I’ve already seen you naked.”

“And I’m sure you aren’t satisfied from just that.” Alex continued seductively as he hooked his finger into the waistband of Sydney and pulled it down, revealing her glossy, darkish pink slit that is already coated with a sheen layer of her juices. “You were ready to gobble up Vince’s dick in there”.

“Bingo” Alex muttered, cutting off Sydney’s protest as his fingers reached for the moist cave and extended tentatively.

Sydney let out a soft moan, her panties at her ankles as she stood in the middle of the now empty guys’ toilet while Alex toyed with her. She worried that any stranger could just walk in on them, yet it felt some good to feel some relief and attention on herself after her performance just now. Sydney leaned into Alex, exposing more of her neck for access as she looked glazily into the mirror at what Alex is doing to her. They made eye contact in the mirror for a second before a snap loosened her bra, causing it to sag and droop slightly, revealing her nipples while her bra straps hung on to her shoulders.

“Here or in the cubicle?” Alex enquired as he helped a squirming Sydney off her bra, his curious fingers never ceasing their exploration.

“In… In… In the cubicle please.” Sydney replied in between moans.

Leading the way, Alex ushered Sydney into the confined space before hanging her arms atop the hook on the inside of the cubicle door, a hard task considering Sydney’s petite frame.

“By the way, I don’t have a condom” Alex stated as he slide his full length into Sydney from behind. The sudden entry was too much for Sydney as she squeaked in pleasure, being filled in less than a second.

Alex pistoned hard and fast, with sounds of flesh on flesh mixed with Sydney’s moans radiating from their cubicle. Sydney didn’t stand a chance, her insides ravaged by a hungry Alex as she lost her restraint, fully immersed in the action and moaning hard.

Soon, Sydney heard another set of moans joining her choir as the moans of two women filled the entire gents. She had no idea who it was, only that it was seemingly emanating from the stall beside her. Sydney hadn’t even considered the possibility that there was someone outside, let alone realised or heard another couple come in beside them. Unintentionally, it became a competition as the men tried to pleasure their women as hard as possible to elicit as loud the moans as possible.

A few minutes of rough fucking later, Alex came hard inside Sydney, ceasing their fight. Sydney had lost count of the times she came, when one orgasm seemingly transitioned into the next, a peak followed by a crest with another peak soon after.The pair regained their senses and began to wipe the cum left from the previous activity using the tissues in the toilet, not forgetting the now leaking tap in between Sydney’s legs. The couple in the next cubicle carried on in their absence, as if proud to have outlasted Sydney and Alex (although they came in later).

Feeling a little sore, Alex helped Sydney into her beige bra and tossed Sydney’s white, sticky panties over the top of the cubicle before hurrying out with a bottomless Sydney, chuckling with Sydney when they heard the shocked screams of the couple as Sydney’s panties landed on them while they fucked.

“You really live up to your reputation of a closet moaner, you know?” Alex commented as he strolled with the naked waist-down Sydney back to their room. Basking in the afterglow, Alex had his hands around Sydney’s waist, which he conveniently lowered to her ass cheek as he kept her at his side, exposing her other uncovered butt cheek and her wet and unkempt bush as they walked.

“What reputation?” Sydney asked, a little shy at how exposed she was down below and silently hoping no waiting staff walk by.

“You didn’t know?” Alex replied, somewhat shocked. “The whole hall knows you always pretend to be shy and demure but moans like a bitch when you fuck. I’ve always wanted to know for myself if you were really such a horny bitch when I caught you sucking Kent off.”

“Well, Kent said there was nothing serious going on between you two and I was free to try if I wanted to, so guess where I am now. Haha” Alex chuckled as horror spread across Sydney’s face.

“What the fuck?! You mean everyone in hall knows?!?!?!” Sydney gasped, exasperated. “Yeah of course, there were even rumours of you fucking some dude butt-naked in the corridor on a weekend, moaning loud enough for the next hall to hear. That’s why they named you the ‘closet moaner’. Wait, you really didn’t know?” Alex answered nonchalantly. “So… Yeah, everyone inside there knows too, so let me help you out of this...”

Despair rooted Sydney to the floor in front of the door as Alex unclasped her bra for the second time that night. She did not even resist as Alex peeled it off her, hooking it over the door handle as he pushed it open, nudging in a dazed Sydney who made no attempt to conceal her nakedness into the room, leaving her bra on the door handle as a makeshift do-not-disturb sign...

[antyhowacc]

Episode 10

Cheers erupted all around Chelsea as she struggled with her task, her concentration interrupted as she turned to see Vince’s bodily fluids streaking onto various body parts of Sydney.

“That slut!” Chelsea thought viciously as Sydney sashayed away, embracing her victory at Chelsea's expense. Sore in more ways than one, Chelsea sulked as she saw Sydney, still only in her non-matching underwear, being congratulated by the men, some giving her hi-5s or a pat on her back, others lower than that.

Not long after, the attention turned back to her as Trae announced her forfeit for losing the battle. Given how she was unable to finish Jeremy off with her hands, she will now be given three minutes to finish what she had started with her mouth, without which an even worse fate awaits her.

Completely new, Chelsea was at a loss when the unfortunate countdown began once again despite her protests. Resigned to her fate, Chelsea kneeled in between the wide open legs of Jeremy and reached out for the cause of her loss with her hands, ready to give her best with her mouth, whatever that may mean. After all, from the 18+ videos she had once watched, it can’t be that hard to provide oral pleasure right?

However, before she could steady herself and fully lower her face onto the task, Chelsea felt her wrists strongly flung away and pinned behind her back. Confused, all Chelsea heard was Trae announcing loudly, to cheers and jeers, that the time for the usage of hands was over before a hand strongly pushed the back of her hand onto Jeremy’s groin. In no time, Chelsea found her mouth painfully and entirely occupied, her nose mashed right into the sweaty swathes of Jeremy. The pain felt worse than the humiliation as Chelsea was finding it difficult to breath, let alone suck or use her tongue. Her attempts at trying to lift her head up to breathe was simply denied repeatedly as a seemingly different hand forced it down, albeit more gently than the previous one.

“Gugh. Ough.. Ugh.. UMRGH!” Chelsea struggled to speak as the hands began to spank her much exposed ass cheeks while Chelsea remained bent over, her head periodically guided down onto her tormentor. Needless to say, the whole process was photographed and filmed by the other members, as they took turns taking pictures of the scene, posing for the pictures with Chelsea in the background sucking Jeremy off or participate in the spanking of her now rosy-red cheeks.

Again, to no one’s surprise, Chelsea failed her task as the alarm for the 3 minute mark rang in the room.

Peeling Chelsea’s face off Jeremy’s dick by her hair, Trae held and tilted Chelsea’s face upwards while she kneeled less than 30 centimeters away from Jeremy. In a perverse twist of events, Jeremy pumped himself furiously off, finishing all over Chelsea’s face and front as she tried desperately tried to shun the incoming jets, closing her eyes and tilting her face away.

“Oops, that’s soiled now.” Trae stated, referring to Chelsea’s bra. “Let us help help you remove it. Might as well remove your thong also la right.” In mere seconds Chelsea’s remaining garments were taken from her, tossed into the darker recesses of the room. Fully nude, Chelsea was made to pose with her cum-stained face, with her tits on display “like the model she is” as the group surrounded her and took a welfie, all of the remaining guys in wide grins as the flash blinded them momentarily.

Chelsea was never left alone throughout the whole process, hands constantly harassing her as she was made to do every task, including taking the photo. Traumatised and silently glad that Jeremy finally came (on her), Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief, comforted that the torment has finally come to an end.

Except it hadn't.

In fact, Chelsea had failed to pleasure even one person successfully, a fact Trae announced to to everyone. Given her repeated failure, it seems that she needs more practice and that her next task will be to get every guy present in the room to come, giving her ample practice.

“WHAT?! No way I'm going to do that you fuckers!” Chelsea protested.

“Hey hey, remember, no backing out once you agreed right?” Trae responded unsympathetically. “Fuck you. HELL NO! I'm getting out of here.” Chelsea yelled, turning to search for her scattered garments.

“Well Chelsea, you could do it, or we could make you… seems like you have made your choice.”

Chelsea felt strong arms grab her from nowhere and everywhere seemingly all at the same time. The next thing Chelsea knew, she was horizontal on the couch. Her hands were straightened and pinned above her head while her legs were tossed apart, displaying her womanhood and the recently tidied patch. Chelsea could not tell who was pinning her hands down, but it was strong and any attempts to break free seemed to be futile.

Trae appeared before Chelsea, positioning himself between her spread legs which Chelsea struggled to close. Chelsea felt her protective folds being peeled away, before her sensitive nup was directly but gently caressed. She had never felt more humiliated and violated in her life than right now, pinned and spread for men to use. Words blurred as Chelsea began to wept, vaguely making out how Trae is providing a commentary on her womanhood, judging how nicely she was trimmed, how nubile and pinkish she was down below.

Noting the lack of moisture, Chelsea felt disgusted as Trae spit on his fingers, before using that to lubricate her. Seemingly ready, she felt Trae adjust himself before a hot, hard rod came into contact with her still unsullied opening. The pause lasted for less than a second before a strong push was initiated and efforts to penetrate her defenses ensued.

“Wah! Fucking tight ah, Chelsea you virgin ah?” Chelsea heard as she sobbed, her very first time torn away from her in this manner.

It had hurt so very much, and it seemed like there was nothing to stop the pain as her insides were stretched and abused. Resigned, Chelsea stopped struggling, but had felt no pleasure throughout the whole process. Only disgust filled her, especially when she felt the hot seeds of her violator swarm into her. All she felt was relief that one was finally done, already escaping from reality by facing away, refusing to give her violators the satisfaction of seeing her cry and whimper at their harshness.

As Trae finished up and moved away, Chelsea felt a glimmer of hope when she saw from the corner of her vision the door room opening. “This is my chance” Chelsea thought, for fully ready to scream and shout for help and rescue from this misery…

[slyhypo]

Excellent story!

Camping for more.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 11

What Chelsea saw deflated all of what’s left of her remaining hope.

Instead of a stranger, or a waiter or simply anyone that could appear to vaguely help, Chelsea stared speechless as Sydney stepped in. The irony of the situation amused Chelsea. Given her circumstances, Chelsea would have thought that Sydney will be the best person to help, yet when she saw how Sydney walked in with her mammaries out in the open, Chelsea knew instantly and instinctively that the fleeting flame of hope that Sydney would have represented was extinguished.

Resigned, Chelsea slumped back into her seat, feeling the pressure pinning her hands ease a little. Seconds later, a guy who seemed to be Kent appeared in her peripheral vision, approaching the newcomers Sydney and Alex.

Still shocked, Sydney wandered into the room listlessly. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings, but one thing certainly caught her eye.

Chelsea. Naked.

Held down by Kent as Trae pulled out from Chelsea, who was seemingly just done, Sydney’s brain has yet to work out what exactly happened, although her intuition gave her a pretty good idea. Jeremy and Vince were still busy looking at their phones and taking pictures when Kent released Chelsea and approached.

“Hey, how was it?” Kent asked as he moved towards Sydney, completely blocking her view of Chelsea and pulled her into a small hug. “Alex must have taken good care of you right?” he asked, as if nothing was amiss with the situation and it was perfectly normal for Sydney to be there without a single garment on.

“Huh?” was the only reply Sydney could garner.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my turn now, I’m sure you’re still game for more right?” Kent placated. Leading Sydney back to the couch, he begin to strip off his remaining bottoms and reached out for Sydney.

“I know you love this Sydney, you were squeezing me exceptionally hard that day when Alex chanced upon us.” Kent said, his hands busy roaming Sydney’s body at the spots he knew she loved. “I’m sure you would love this, fucking in the open for everyone to see, especially in front of Chelsea.”

Sydney could feel herself getting wetter from just hearing Kent’s suggestion. It didn’t help that Kent’s hands were twirling her nipple and her clitoris, or that she was already naked anyway or that she kind of missed fucking Kent. Whatever it is, Sydney found herself mounting Kent in reverse cowgirl as Kent sat back on the couch. Facing Chelsea and the guys surrounding her, Sydney felt herself slowly stretched as she lowered herself onto Kent.

Nothing made sense to Sydney anymore as lust slowly but surely took over. The way she was brought up, there was no way she should be revealing her naked body to anyone until she’s married. Yet Sydney felt so right being filled by Kent’s thick, hot rod and moaning in front of everyone, her breasts constantly kneaded and her clitoris constantly massaged. Most of the guys’ attention was still mostly on Chelsea except for Alex, who began taking photos and videos of her gleefully, whistling as Sydney bounced on Kent, her boobs bobbing in a similar fashion.

Over on the opposite couch, Sydney saw Chelsea being helped up from the couch that she was lying on or rather pinned down on a few seconds ago. As if mirroring Sydney own posture, Vince and Jeremy quickly arranged Chelsea into a reverse cowgirl position as well, sitting on Vince while facing Sydney. The difference being how Chelsea looked like she was clearly in pain, tearing and struggling as she was forced to fuck Vince whereas Sydney looked like she was clearly in sensual pleasure, happily bouncing as she rode towards her orgasm. Sydney found that Kent was right, somehow, getting fucked in front of Chelsea aroused her even more as she came in less than 30 seconds of Chelsea’s new position, squeezing Kent so tightly that he quickly came in Sydney as well.

On the other end, the repeated intrusions have finally awakened Chelsea’s senses. She began to feel herself getting wetter below and in better control and she rode Vince, finally deriving some pleasure from the carnal act.

Chelsea couldn’t believe it when Sydney came into the room and began voluntarily touching and fucking the guys. She had always thought that Sydney was a goody-two-shoes, although the handjob exercise earlier clearly proved otherwise. Nonetheless, it was quite a leap for Sydney to be having casual, unprotected sex without restraint, unlike Chelsea’s current circumstances, where she’s forced pleasure the men at her own expense.

Chelsea’s train of thought was snapped short when Sydney let out a ear-splitting screech.


Chelsea had no idea what happened, except that it had followed by a loud groan from Alex behind Sydney. The two then collapsed as if all the energy had gone out of them. Before Chelsea could study the phenomenon more, she felt Vince lifting her up. Chelsea was then asked to get on her four on the glass coffee table in the middle of the room, where she was swiftly plugged up from behind once again.

Experiencing some pleasure mixed with the pain now, Chelsea saw from the corner of her eyes how Sydney is now moving on to licking and playing with Alex and Kent’s manhoods before she vision was rudely stuffed with a man-bush, the second male reproductive organ she had taken in her mouth that night. Once again reliving her nightmare of being unable to breath properly, Chelsea was well used and roughed up, with both Jeremy and Vince taking turns at her mouth and her pussy, spanking her voluptuous ass and breasts as they went at it.

Chelsea and Sydney were both dead beat when the men were done with them. They were completely disheveled, with their own perspiration mixed in with those of the multiple men they had and their associated bodily fluids. Pointing at their phones, the men sent a clear message: cooperate with us because we have a lot of material on you. It was as simple as that, yet Chelsea and Sydney knew they had to comply.

By this time, Sydney had lost her panties, having had them thrown at the other unknown couple earlier and made to go retrieve her bra still hanging outside the door naked. Thankfully no one saw her and she could quickly dress up, missing just one panties as she got back into her white tank top and shorts.

Chelsea wasn’t so lucky, she could not find her thong nor her bra, suspecting that one of the guy had pocketed it. Instead, she was forced into her figure-hugging black bodycon dress, the shape of her curves and her tits showing clearly, especially since her perspiration and other bodily fluids seeped into the dress, making it cling tighter to her than ever before.

Heading back to the dorm, Sydney was made to share a taxi with Alex and Kent, who squeezed into the backseat with her in between them. Each occupying one side of her, Sydney found herself bottomless and spread, with each guy holding each of her knees. Embarrassed yet aroused at providing a free show to the driver, Sydney attempted to hold in her moans as her clitoris, vagina and inner thighs were ravaged mercilessly by her companions. The taxi driver also had a few too many near misses from staring too hard at the action in the backseat rather than at the road. He didn’t even accept payment when they had arrived, seemingly satisfied with the performance granted.

Chelsea on the other hand, was accompanied by Trae, Vince and Jeremy in a separate taxi. Chelsea was made to practice her handjob skills in the backseat, having to handle both Trae and Vince adjacent to her while her boobs were fondled with from outside the dress, to within the dress. They even made Chelsea flash her boobs at the taxi driver, allowing the stranger to touch, knead and kiss Chelsea’s boobs in exchange for the cab fare.

Back at the dorm, the men confiscated the ladies’ room transponders (basically electronic keys) so that they could access them whenever they liked. Chelsea and Sydney were also made to sleep in the nude every night, something that will be audited and punished if any breaches were to be found.

And they weren't allowed to go home on weekends. Unless they had applied for and granted permission.

Finally left alone (naked of course), the two girls hugged and cried themselves to sleep, wondering what kind of trouble they had just gotten themselves into.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 12

A few nights had passed without drama, though Chelsea and Sydney both clutched tightly to their blankets, their only protection, as they slept, constantly worrying in the way only women can if tonight was the one any of the guys were going to visit.

Yet all was quiet.

The duo had attended classes, completed assignments and participated in projects as if nothing amiss had ever happened. Their life slowly returning to normalcy, except they now appreciated the carefreeness and comfort of sleeping in the nude. And of course, the knowledge that a bunch of people out there had access to their private photos, their room and them any time they wanted to.

What’s to come, has to come, eventually.

The fateful night came inevitably, as a short beep signified that their door was unlocked at 3:00am in the morning. In stepped two men in sleeveless t-shirts and shorts. Duty-first, they first flipped both ladies’ covers, pleased that they were compliant. They could not resist the temptation to touch the places they weren’t supposed to, earning shrieks as the ladies were jolted into consciousness.

“Here, put this on. We're going for a walk” Alex said to an alarmed Sydney, handing her his L-sized black cotton hoodie.

Resigned at the intrusion, Sydney got up unwillingly, her heart skipping a beat wondering what the men had in plan for her. Sydney reached for her wardrobe, only to be stopped by Kent, who clarified that all Sydney will be wearing was the black hoodie provided. Chelsea on the other hand, is free to go back to sleep.

Relieved but concerned, Chelsea protested meekly but stuck to her covers as she watched the trio move out.

Sydney found that for a petite girl like herself, Alex's hoodie was more than enough to conceal her vital parts. It reached about halfway down her thigh, about as long as a miniskirt would go, a lot more modest than she'd expected.

The model this time (instead of Chelsea), Sydney was made to pose and flash herself for the photos that Alex and Kent had in mind.

They had made her stand atop the stairs, fingers touching her toes as Sydney bent over, leaving nothing between her legs left to imagination. They made her unzip the black hoodie all the way to her belly button, first taking photos of her revealed cleavage before the next set where Sydney had to hold the material apart, clearly showing her modest chest, while the zip remained entwined at the bottom at the gate to their dormitory.

Leading her out further, Sydney was made to lift up the hem on the backside of the hoodie at various points along the walk, letting the men photograph her bare ass cheeks. Sydney had to admit, the tasks weren't as unacceptable as she might have thought. The thrill of exposing herself and the threat of having a stranger or anyone she knew catch her in the act was surprisingly stimulating. As far as the pictures went, one could easily tell that the model was progressively getting more aroused with each shot.

Fortunately through of all her tasks, the trio had not encountered any one else, which is not surprising given the time.

However, the 24/7 starbucks in the middle of campus was still open and bustling with life. Thankfully, Sydney wasn't made to do anything embarrassing in its vicinity but was quickly nudged to the next building.

It was a short ride in the lift, where Sydney was made to disrobe, discarding her only garment for the night. She stepped out apprehensively, an eye at a time, when the lift halted with a ding. It was dark, with the only sources of light being the green exit signs strategically located through the floor as Sydney was led towards the turnstile in her birthday suit.

A simple leap was all it takes for the trio to overcome their metal obstacle. The smell of chlorine hit their senses quickly, exciting in the silence of the night. Sydney waddled into the water, feeling the cool liquid slide onto every single part of her body. She felt relaxed, lapping water onto her shoulders under the night sky.

Soon, Sydney was joined by her two male companions, who had by this time put on the same attire as her. Together, they frolicked in the water, careful not to be too noisy lest it aroused suspicions.

In the clear blue water, Sydney could see her male companions’ erections growing as clear as they could see all of her supple skin. The anticipation of what was to come excited Sydney, yet their inaction made Sydney wonder if they had really just come to skinny dip. Because if not, why haven’t they touched her yet? They had made her pose and expose herself. They had made her feel so slutty, exhibiting herself in public where anyone could walk in on them anytime but yet they have not laid their hands on her.

The pool wasn’t deep, only a medium pool about 1 metres in depth. But it was an infinity pool and Sydney was soon led to the edge where she could see the ever bustling starbucks in the first floor of the opposite building. It is here where to Sydney’s secret delight, the men had started to make their moves.

It started when Sydney was turned away from the scenery to face Alex, their tongues quickly battling as Alex finally got to enjoy the prize. Leaning in and wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck, Sydney kissed with a passion, her eyes closed under the moonlight in such a romantic setting. Alex reciprocated with a similar fervor, holding the back of Sydney’s head while his other hand roamed her exposed chest, kneading and groping away.

Focused on Alex, Sydney found her hips dragged backwards and her pussy penetrated by Kent from behind as she struggled to cling to onto Alex. They continued to kiss as Kent began pumping away underwater, much slower than usual due to the water resistance.

That wasn’t an issue given how the slow, deep strokes only served to intensify Sydney’s experience. She felt like a willing partner, voluntarily allowing her body to be used by the men. She was trying to cling onto Alex’s neck with one hand while her other attempted to reach behind her to find Kent. Answering Sydney’s summons, Kent moved in closer, sandwiching her tightly between the two men.

Sydney then felt her hands being pulled from behind by Kent, pulling her backwards so her whole body leaned onto Kent even as he continued sliding in and out of her. Her head was tilted back as well, allowing Kent to pepper kisses and licks along one side of her neck as Kent found the edge of swimming pool for support. Sydney’s back arched along Kent, her front was open to assault as Alex attacked her breasts, kneading them hard while playing with her nipples with his tongue. Alex intentionally teethed her nipples once or twice, causing Sydney some pain, which only serve to make her moan louder than she had planned. Alex also caressed Sydney’s clitoris with his other hand, driving Sydney crazy with the amount of stimulation her body was receiving all at the same time. She couldn’t help but start to moan louder, more frequently, with each moan more sensual and urgent than the previous one.

Sydney climaxed into the night when both Alex and Kent sucked hard on her nipples and neck simultaneously. Warm spurts also filled her insides as she felt Kent coming just after her.

Limp and satisfied, Kent got out of the water as Alex continued his time with Sydney. Sydney was made to face the edge of pool looking out towards the grass patch, where the starbucks was just a bit further out. Lifting Sydney up, Alex freed Sydney’s breasts from the water level, leaving it in the cool night sky as he began to plummet Sydney from behind. Barely recovering from her first orgasm, Sydney was quickly approaching her second with how roughly Alex was pistoning in and out of her.

If anyone ever looked up from below, all they would see would be the silhouette of a naked lady, with her modest peaks out, being repeatedly slammed from behind by an unseen body.

Alex also quickly finished inside Sydney, turning her around after he was done to a smiling Kent, who was capturing more material of them on his phone.

Satisfied, the trio proceeded back, with Sydney only having the black hoodie as both her cover and her towel, freezing in the cold night’s walk back to her room.

[1KnightinBKK]

Finally, a writer who didn't massacre the english language. You got my +7.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 13

Chelsea tried her best to maintain her lifestyle.

Tried her best to continue living as if nothing has changed, except of course, it just did like never before.

Now used to sleeping completely naked under her covers, Chelsea felt herself strung tight every night as she headed for bed, not knowing whether tonight was the night there would be visitors. Jeremy has been appointed, against her will, as her manager, while Vince is now her exclusive photographer. So far nothing has gone wrong and Chelsea was really glad that she had extra help for all the sponsorships and endorsements that had come in after her popularity seemingly burst through the roof the past few weeks.

Facial products, fitness endorsements, even lingerie and bikinis to name some of the offers that she’d gotten. They weren’t from the most famous shops or blogshops who can afford better influencers, but it was a start, and one Chelsea was more than happy with.

Filling her schedule with unboxing videos, recommendation videos and scantily-clad wardrobe selfies for her endorsements, Chelsea was dead beat the night she was finally visited. It was almost 2am when their room door was discreetly opened, stepping in Jeremy.

Chelsea was startled awake when she felt a forceful hand gather and grip her left breast. She barely overcame her inclination to scream when she realised it was Jeremy manhandling her.

“Suck me” was all that was said as Chelsea obeyed, transitioning from lying on her bed to kneeling on her knees, quickly beginning the sickening task.

Sydney had woken by this time, silently watching while protectively hunkering behind her own sheets, roles reversed from previously.

“Mm, yeah, looks like your skills have improved a little. Look at me while you please me” Jeremy commanded, thoroughly enjoying the eye contact. “Yeah, that’s the way. Come on, work harder, I want to come on your face.” Jeremy spurred her on, feeling close to release himself as he played with Chelsea’s exposed mounds.

Chelsea felt ashamed as she felt herself getting wetter from the stimulation of her areolas while she was forced to give a blowjob. She had no idea she could get aroused despite being an unwilling partner. Strings of fluids interrupted her thoughts as they landed across her face, Chelsea squealing and squinting in response to the sudden assault. Unfortunately, this just led to some of them landing in her mouth, nothing new, but not something Chelsea enjoyed either.

“By the way, I accepted a job for you tomorrow morning, meet me at #03-05 at 9.30am” Jeremy snided as he pulled up his pants. “Oh and you’re not allowed to wash that away in the toilet, unless you walk completely naked there. Your choice.”

Sulking, Chelsea was left tainted and slightly horny when Jeremy left. Sydney could only give her a look of pity, both of them clearly knowing that this is more likely than not going to be their norm. Fortunately, Chelsea had wet tissues in her room, cleaning herself up quickly and snuggling back into her bed. Quick play with her fingers, her clitoris and her imagination allowed Chelsea to sink back into a restful sleep, apprehensive of the adventures awaiting her the next morning.

Chelsea had no idea who she was meeting or what she was supposed to wear. Since it was in one of the rooms in hall, she thought it probably couldn’t be anything too grand and pulled on a V-neck figure hugging beige top that showcased a hint of her generous cleavage and high waisted jean shorts that showed a little too much of her butt cheeks. Anticipation and dread each took half of her mind as she ran through her routine, from skincare to makeup before Chelsea finally appeared in person at #03-05, exactly on the dot, afraid of the consequences (if any) of being late.

Well the hype was overstated, since there was no one there.

It took a good 10 minutes before Jeremy arrived with Vince, who was armed with his camera. Puzzled, Chelsea asked if the appointment this morning was for a meeting with Vince, who by now literally had access to her (and her pictures) anytime he wanted and hence by extension required no prior appointment.

“No no, of course not. We’re a little early, the thing starts at 10am, so I thought we could chill here first.” Jeremy stated plainly.

The definition of “Chill” definitely differed in interpretation between them as Chelsea quickly found herself hot and bothered, caressed and kissed as tongues and hands roamed on and in her. Cheeks flushed, her clothes were slowly peeled away until Chelsea was left in the state she was born in.

“Hmmz, we’re gonna have to do something about that” Jeremy noted, eyeing the lower half of Chelsea, “perhaps something more permanent for the future. Let me go grab something since we still have some time”.

Aware that she was in a classroom, with what felt like minutes before the clock struck 10, Chelsea was beginning to feel anxious being this exposed in such a public place. Her worries never got answered, as Vince resumed his smooching and tongue fight, facing minimal hesitance and resistance from a concerned Chelsea.

Soon, Jeremy came back with a shaver, a bottle of water and a towel and the men got to work. They pried open Chelsea’s legs while she sat on one of the tables, clearly exposing her womanhood. It was a little moist from the action earlier and the men snickered to themselves at the effect they had on her.

Chelsea did have the practice of trimming her forest given that she had to wear swimwear and bikinis from time to time for her instagram, but she had always done it herself. And it was minimal, just sufficient so that strays will not peek out of her garments. Now two men are inspecting her womanhood closely, wielding what was a sharp weapon and mercilessly stripping them all away. Where the blade went, hair was replaced with bothered, tender red flesh.

The raw feeling of skin just shaved and how it was exposed in the open air was a new sensation to Chelsea, but she had to admit it did look kind of nice being barren down there.

Besides, the men loved it.

Finishing their haphazard job, Chelsea was quickly wrapped in the towel and ushered by Jeremy to the classroom next door. Unlike the previous room, this one was not empty. Rows and rows of male students were seated behind rows and rows of easels. Paintings and sculptures half done and fully embellished were littered at the edges of the room, leaving people to wonder if they were on display, or on standby for further, future work.

Chelsea took a quick peek and realised she recognised most of attendees present, given that they all lived in the same dormitory. Unfortunately, it also implies that most of them recognised her. Chelsea was ushered to the makeshift stage, a small rectangle about 6 inches in height, still in her towel (and nothing else) before Jeremy announced with great honor that they had the chance to invite Ms. Chelsea to be their model today. In typical showman style, Jeremy pulled the curtain to reveal the main highlight, except that it was Chelsea’s towel he pulled, to thunderous applause from the audience while Vince snapped away from a distance.

Caught in a bind, Chelsea had no idea how to respond, awkwardly drawing a curtsey and posed. Chelsea’s perfectly toned body was now on full display, the focus of more than 20 male hallmates’ attention as they sought to bring her from reality to brush strokes on each of their canvases. Chelsea couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, being this exposed in front of strangers and mere acquaintances. In fact, the knowledge of how some of the audience are actually her friends just made her feel even worse. It did not help that Jeremy and Vince were clearly trying to arouse her less than 15 minutes ago, leaving her just shaved womanhood glistening with a coat of her own juices.

And what was perhaps the worst, was the fact that Chelsea had no idea how long she needed to pose for, nor when this “event” was going to end!

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Episode 14

The curtains parted further and the lights dimmed as the advertisements came to an end. From bright colours vying for attention, the huge screen in front transitioned into hazy infographics of media companies and lists of famous people.

Sydney couldn’t care less.

Huddled in the corner for a morning show on a weekday, there were barely anyone else in the theatre. What drew Sydney’s attention away from the screen however, was a cold hand clasping her own, leading it until Sydney’s fingers dipped below the backrests of the seats in front and touched something warm, the whole region available for adventurous fingers to explore.

Tinkering under limited lumination, Sydney continued to stare at the screen ahead while she felt the familiar texture and strands of coarse keratin. Finally orientated, Sydney took her time, getting a good grasp to coax the rough and lukewarm being into a tough cylinder, before stroking it at a leisurely pace.

Sydney felt the patience of her companion snap as he went from sitting back comfortably to forcefully tugging her towards him in less than a second. With the wall on her right, the left of Sydney’s body was quickly flushed against her companion as a cold hand began undoing the button on her daisy dukes. The zip was next lowered and cold fingers dipped beneath the only remaining thin fabric.

Needless to say, Sydney and her companion quickly brought each other up to speed, until both of them were hot and panting in the cold corner of the cinema, oblivious to what was happening on screen and their surroundings.

“Blow me.” Sydney’s companion whispered in her ear.

The command only made Sydney wetter as she left the torso that she was leaning on and proceeded to descend towards what’s between the legs of her companion.

Strong hands stopped Sydney from going further. Instead, Sydney heard a command that turned her legs jelly.

“On your knees Sydney. I want that guy over there to see you sucking on my dick.”

Despite herself, Sydney couldn’t help but darted her eyes towards where her companion indicated. Seated in the same row as them on the other end was a lone male hurrying to turn away in response. It left no doubt in Sydney’s mind that this stranger is not only aware of what is going on, but actively observing.

Rather than shy away, Sydney felt emboldened.

Abandoning careful, discrete movements, Sydney instead chose to boldly get up from her seat, an outstanding presence, before kneeling comfortable on both her kneecaps in front of her companion. As if goading the shy stranger to look, Sydney gave the solid meatstick in front of her face a good cat bath, alternating between looking at her partner and the stranger as she lapped, teased and sucked.

It was tough work, but Sydney had to admit it was immensely arousing when she saw that the poor stranger was trying his hardest not to look, but couldn’t help but turn his head every once in a while before darting the other direction immediately. Sydney’s satisfaction is plainly displayed across her face as her companion relieved her from her work.

Stretching her sore leg muscles, Sydney stood up straight in front her companion. The flagpole Sydney was working on was still out in the open, erect in the cold air. Sydney also could tell that the stranger was now looking at them intently, curious about what is to happen next.

Hands at her hips, Sydney was swiftly turned around, allowing her to face the big screen once again. There seem to be some violence shown on screen as the character which Sydney assumed was the protagonist was engaged in a desperate fight against larger numbers. Sydney felt icy thumbs slither underneath her panties. A curt yank was all it took for her bottom to be displaced, as they slid their way down and rested upon Sydney’s ankles.

Naked from the waist down, Sydney was keenly aware of the stranger’s shy gaze, as she begins to feel for the first time, embarrassment at her situation. Sturdy hands guided Sydney on her descend as she shied away from both her audience and the big screen, choosing instead to stare at the carpeted walls on her right as she was filled.

An involuntary gasp escaped Sydney’s lips as the sensation of her sex being stretched taut sent all sorts of pulses up her spine. The familiar shape and sensation filled Sydney’s senses and she quickly worked up a rhythm, slamming herself again and again onto her impaler as Sydney grabbed the cushioned seats ahead tightly. It was her turn to be shy, as she intermittently tried to check if the stranger was still watching them.

And every time Sydney looked, her eyes would meet the stranger’s and she’d be the one who was forced to turn away, the tables having now been turned. Unfortunately, this did not stop Sydney from moaning in pleasure.

To make things worse, Sydney’s shoulders straps were now tugged to the side as her companion urged her to free her hands. Free from obstacles, Sydney’s top was yanked down in a similar fashion (as her bottoms previously), leaving bunched around her waist before her black bra was swiftly unclasped and tossed aside after.

Sydney’s body now left nothing to the imagination as hands groped her love pillows roughly. Sydney could tell that her only spectator is now clawing in between his own legs, albeit desperately trying to be discrete, unlike the blatant show Sydney was now putting on.

Having already came once by now, Sydney knew from experience that her companion was far from done. In fact, Sydney was next bent over the seats in front, her modest breasts resting on the soft, comfortable backrest while her companion plummeted her from behind. That did the trick as intense drilling soon led to another orgasm for the couple as Sydney’s companion pulled out and released all over her butt and back.

Finally done, Sydney remained slumped over the front seat, her top still bunched around her waist, while her companion slumped back into his own chair.

They did not move for at least a good minute before Sydney recovered. As she begin scavenging her clothes, her companion reached for her soaked panties on the carpet floor and tossed it towards the stranger. Incapable of stopping him, Sydney silently bemoaned the loss of another good panty before dressing up and getting ushered out of the theatre, the show barely halfway through.

“Well, that was fun right Sydney?” Kent commented as they exited the complex. “I could tell that you certainly enjoyed it”.

“You’ll need to buy me a lot more panties” came the only reply.

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Episode 15

For the audience, it was a miracle being able to see Chelsea completely naked. Most of them have heard of her, seen her around, followed her on instagram or even relieved themselves to pictures and fantasies of her. Yet now they get to meet the fantasy in flesh, in fact, in nothing but her flesh. If Chelsea was attractive in clothes, she was simply stunning without, and every single man in the audience was captivated.

Credit where credit is due, Chelsea quickly adapted to the role she was thrust into. To retain any form of dignity, all she could do was to turn professional in a snap of a finger, posing as if she had been a nude model her whole life.

Chelsea felt like she could hear a pin drop in the room.

That is, if there was a pin, and if it was dropped.

Instead, all she heard was the occasional shutter clicking from Vince, the constant strokes of brushes on canvas. Chelsea had begun to perspire, despite not having a single layer of garment on. It was also awkward exchanging eye contact with any of the painters, whose eyes alternated every now and then from the canvas to Chelsea and back. Incessant worries constantly nagged in Chelsea’s mind as all her flaws were on full display.

Did she shave her pits properly? Was her hair all weird? Were there any bruises in places where there shouldn’t be? Does she have an awkward tan line nobody told her about?

Instead, an hour swiftly passed by as Jeremy announced the end of the session, to Chelsea’s immense relief. The same towel was quickly thrown onto her and Chelsea embraced what little cover it provided, the fabric a well-missed delight on her skin.

The trio waited until all the participants left before they retreated back the adjacent classroom they had came from.

Jeremy noted that it was now lunch time and how Chelsea certainly deserved some nutrition for her hard work out there when he was rudely interrupted by Chelsea, “What the fuck was that? Why did you sign up me for this shit? How much are we even being paid?!” Chelsea spat at him.

The interjection wiped the smile off Jeremy’s face as he turned solemn. Taking a step towards the blazing Chelsea, he simply uttered “Nothing. I volunteered you for this assignment.”

Devastation struck Chelsea from within as she registered the words.

Anger surged and Chelsea found herself poised and ready to strike, her palm flat, her arm drawn back to deliver what she hoped was a nasty slap.

“Oh, and we’re not done. There is still an afternoon session.” Jeremy declared, daring Chelsea to resist, to disobey, to strike as he looked straight into her eyes as he delivered his line.

Helplessness replaced fury and Chelsea slumped, the fight knocked out of her. She was instructed to swallow two doses of protein as an appetizer before her true meal arrived. A quick 10 minutes was all she had before Chelsea was once again pleasuring the two men for the rest of the lunch break.

“All right, thank you everyone for coming back on time.” Jeremy greeted delightedly. The congregation had left the comforts of the classroom and were now in the vegetation nearby. “The theme for the afternoon session will be “one in nature”, where our model Ms. Chelsea will represent a kind of rustic beauty not found in the bustling city that we are used to. All the best”.

The Singapore sun was at full blast, hugging each and every person there with its warmth. With the vegetation replacing the classroom as her backdrop, Chelsea was once again stark naked. She squirmed despite herself when her towel was once again taken from her. She still isn’t used to displaying herself in this way and couldn’t help but fidget in response.

Worse, Chelsea could see that her audience’s attention and eyeballs were drawn to her sex the instant the towel was dropped. Compared to the state it was in barely an hour ago, her pubic region looked clearly different. Her nubble was full and engorged, saliently displayed in front of her white skin. Slightly south, her folds were also moist and swollen, indicative of recent activity. Worse, as if to remind Chelsea of the hold they had on her, the men had spanked her ass hard during the lunch session, intentionally focusing on only one side. As a result, Chelsea was more than happy to front her audience, lest they see the contrast of one bright red cheek against the other creamy white one.

Yet, all Chelsea could do was to pose as if nothing was amiss. Although she could hear the audience’s thoughts as loud and clear as they judged her. Chelsea felt like meat to be apprised, vulnerable, yet she had to keep her head high, professional. Every look, every whisper seemed like a solid verdict on her. Chelsea silently wondered how many of them will be masturbating to her tonight and shuddered at the thought.

Leaves swayed in the distance as a gentle breeze passed. Coming quickly and leaving just as fast was Chelsea’s towel, put on when the session came to an end and flung away as soon as the participants had dissipated. Chelsea knew she ought to be surprised, but instead she sat stoic, simply awaiting the instructions that she knew was to come.

Shutters clicked away as Chelsea’s knees came into contact with the grass. Spread slightly, Chelsea formed an isosceles triangle with her thighs and the grass. The undergrowth was buzzing with movement, causing fine, barely visible hair on Chelsea’s legs to sprout upright as she felt tingles all along her calves that was firmly planted parallel to the field. Certainly disturbing, Chelsea quickly put all thoughts of any creature crawling beneath the undergrowth away as her fingers dipped within her own honeypot.

Slowing coaxing her own mentality, Chelsea thought of happy images and happier days as her biological tap came slowly to life. Seducing the camera has become second nature to her by now after all the hard work she had put into her instagram page and the training provided. Rubbing, caressing and stuffing herself with increasing vigour, Chelsea finally erupted, surprising herself at the satisfaction she received, momentarily forgetting where she was.

Truly one in nature, one with nature.

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Episode 16

Chelsea’s hair was in clingy strands, her breath was rasp and short and her chest heaved hard as Chelsea labored. It had been some time since Chelsea pushed herself this hard, but she had to admit it felt good.

It feels really good.

Chelsea’s muscles ached and her chest felt heavier with each movement before the music in her ears paused to announced that she had a new message on her phone. Trying hard to maintain her pace on the treadmill, Chelsea stole a glance and saw that it was from Vince, her exclusive photographer. Rolling her eyes, Chelsea ignored the message and willed herself to push for another mile, hard.

Whichever station Chelsea went, she attracted accompanying gallons of testerone. In a place like this, the gender ratio was already skewed enough, yet guys would try to be discreet as stood close by, pretending on work on their individual machines as they coped as many looks at Chelsea as they liked.

Except none of them were as discreet as they thought.

Well, nothing new Chelsea thought. She’s kind of a public figure and Chelsea knew she was hot. Didn’t work hard on for this figure for nothing right?

Grabbing her towel, Chelsea stepped off the treadmill after a brutal jog. The floor still felt bouncy and her knees felt weak. Eyes followed her every move as she wiped the sweat off her face and neck. Geared in a neon green sports bra from nike and grey lululemon workout tights, Chelsea’s figure was nicely displayed for her audience as she headed to the showers, various eyes pinned onto her rhythmic swaying motion of her butt cheeks.

Not forgetting a bathroom selfie for the gram, Chelsea finally turned to her messages:

V: Heyyy
C: I think we’re quite past “heyyy”, don’t you think? What do you want?
V: Nothing but the best for you. My birthday’s coming, care to celebrate together?
C: Do I have a choice?
V: Yes, you can choose to bring a friend! Jeremy and I are heading to a club this weekend.
C: Hah, why would I do that?
V: You might want to when you see the dress code~

Chelsea brought a friend.

The only possible one that she could. And Chelsea thought the dress code was for herself only. Turns out there was one for her friend too, albeit a less exaggerating one, but still…

Chelsea was genuinely surprised that there weren’t more people. After the nude modelling episode, Chelsea had half expected Vince and Jeremy to be parading her around half naked (or worse) among their friends by now, showing her off as their prized possession. Even more so since it was Vince’s birthday. Instead, there were just four of them, still fully dressed, lining up in the queue to enter the club on a friday evening. What a pleasant surprise.

Other than remarkably high heels four inches tall, the quartet didn’t seem look outstanding in any other way, blending nicely into the crowd.

Once they paid their dues in terms of waiting time and stepped inside, it was a different story…

-6 hours ago-

“Go to the club with you for Vince’s birthday?” Sydney asked, bemused. “Why would they want me there? Or rather, why don’t they just command me to be there?”

“I don’t really know, but it’s going to be a club and they said I could bring a friend if I wanted to, so I thought you were the only one I could possibly bring. I really need someone to look out for me out there.” came Chelsea’s honest answer. “Besides, there’s a dress code.”

“A dress code? What? Parade naked?” replied Sydney sarcastically.

“Well, no. In fact, for you, you get to choose. Sideboobs or underboobs. That’s all”.

“Whaaaat? Doesn’t sound thaaaat bad? I don’t have the clothes for it though?”

“Well, mine’s much worse, here, take a look.” Chelsea stated, showing Sydney her phone for the text messages from Vince. “Anyways, let’s go get you a dress, my treat. So… sideboob or underboob? Hahaha…”

-6 hours later-

As per instructions, Sydney removed her jacket while Chelsea unzipped hers the moment they stepped inside. Sydney was sporting a short one-piece ponte dress that ended sufficiently far away from her knees, even despite her petite height. While the material is different from a school girls’ uniform, the hem of the dress flares up if one spins with enough gusto, allowing the wearer to tease or the predator to inspect. From the front the dress looks conservative, having no neckline and patched straight up to the neck. Yet from the side it was generous enough to make wearing a bra literally impossible. It fact, Sydney often felt that if she swayed in any particular direction too hard, her mammaries might just wander out. Instead, all she had for protection was two nipples stickers and a lot of double-sided tape.

Chelsea on the other hand was wearing a stylish black leather jacket and a short navy-blue flare mini-skirt that barely covered the essentials. According to the detailed instructions, Chelsea was to wear a lacy g-string underneath and pretty much nothing else. She was also to leave the leather jacket unzipped the whole night the moment they stepped in, having only two criss-crossing black PVC tape more commonly used in the SAF for each nipple. Chelsea’s neckline thus extended all the way past her belly button to the top of her mini-skirt, and how much she exhibited depended solely on how big her movements were.

Vince and Jeremy’s eyes glimmered as the ladies got into their respective attire. Thankfully, due to the loud music, the crowd and the limited lumination, the ladies have yet to attract a lot of attention for their provocative outfits.

The party started proper as the birthday boy treated everyone to a three rounds of shots, effectively blunting everyone’s inhibitions. With more concoctions and drinking games, shouting was soon the only possible way to communicate. Everyone also started to become bolder, a strategy the guys were surprised had worked so well.

It had started with one having to share an embarrassing fact if one lost, but the questions and answers quickly turned sexual. Soon, knowledge dares turned to action dares and the ladies were asked to identify men on the dance floor they found attractive.

From daring them to do shoulder bumps, it evolved into discreetly touching their waist, their backsides and even their groins. At one point, the suave, well-built indian guy that Sydney had chosen had even grabbed her in for a kiss after she “accidentally” brushed the front of his pants with her hand. The other three quickly went to the rescue and soon all four of the quartet were all there dancing and grinding each other to the beat of the music.

In Chelsea’s various shenanigans, she had unknowingly garnered the focus of many present upon herself. Her slightly intoxicated demeanour, her provocative actions and her teasing attire had made her one of the more memorable damsels that night and many were trying to get closer. As a result, Vince and Jeremy had to “fight off” many attempts and instead surrounded Chelsea for protection.

Sydney on the other hand, was unfortunately squeezed aside in the throng of the crowd. Before she had even realised how far apart she had drifted away from Chelsea and the guys, she felt a firm palm on her buttocks, first encompassing and surrounding it firmly before giving it a light squeeze. Tantalized, Sydney turned around playfully, fully expecting it to be either Vince or Jeremy, who did not pay much attention to her usually. Instead, it was the handsome Indian that she had teased before, who seemingly was back for more...

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More please...

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nice story, keep on sharing TS.

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So very nice story, thanks and hope to read more! :)

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Writer's Note: I broke this episode up into bits.


Chapter 16.2

Sydney hadn’t realised that she had been grinding him for the last two minutes, as he slithered his way across the crowd until he was behind her. The Indian man had also mistook Sydney’s receptiveness for consent, taking it up a notch. Sydney’s shock barely registered as the guy before her continued to hold the initiative, quickly engaging her in an intense tongue fight while his hands continued to circle Sydney’s hips.

Indecision and uncertainty flashed across Sydney’s mind. She tried to consider whether she should bother to resist. But thinking took too much effort, and she was already feeling it. Besides, the guy was indeed kind of cute and whatever he was doing felt really good.

The petting intensified. Back-facing him now, kisses were trailed up and down the side of Sydney’s neck, which she quickly adjusted to give more access to. Her boobs were taken hold of and squeezed while her bottom repeatedly came into contact with an increasingly stiff rod.

Sydney moaned freely, happy to toss her thoughts and reservations away, but it was only heard by her tormentor under the loud music. Further encouraged by Sydney’s reactions, the Indian slid his hands underneath Sydney’s dress from the sides, where her sideboobs were already showing. Tracing the bare flesh, his fingers explored until it came into contact with something of a different texture. Realizing that they were nipples stickers, he brazenly ripped them off, crushing it into a ball in his palm and tossed them aside, continuing his vicious groping.

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” came the blunt question.
“Thought you would never ask” came the reply that sealed the deal.

Chelsea was having the time of her life as well. It felt nice to be coaxed and courted into doing the kinky instead of being commanded. She was by now, a little drunk and freely hugging and kissing her two male companions.

Her male companions reciprocated, keeping her tightly sandwiched between the two of them. Jeremy, who was in front of Chelsea, reached into her open jacket to fondle her voluptuous peaks while Vince, who was behind Chelsea snaked his hand under her skirt. Chelsea was then dared to reach into Jeremy’s pants, which she gamely did, although movement was rather restricted.

Chelsea felt her thong being glided smoothly down to her knees by Vince. Vince dared her to remove it completely with a twitch of his eyebrow, which Chelsea felt more than willing to take on. However, between her heels and the alcohol she had already ingested, it was wobbly at best and she had to hold on to Jeremy for support, who quickly capitalized on the opportunity to reach in between Chelsea’s legs, making her task even harder. In another dare, Chelsea’s thong was used to tie up her hair into a ponytail, signalling that she was commando for anyone that could recognise it.

The acts got more and more extreme, until the trio was thrown out when Chelsea went as far as kneeling down to provide oral pleasure.

Undiscouraged and still feeling extremely frisky, they chose a less prominent back alley nearby and took turns entering Chelsea from behind while she held the wall for support. They may be fully clothed but Chelsea was barely covered, having both palms out on the wall for support while her hips were pulled taut for access. Chelsea’s tiny skirt rose halfway up her ass cheeks in this position, leaving her sex peeking halfway out. Her colossal heels simply boosted the height of her lower body, allowing easy access for her male companions. Chelsea still had her black leather jacket on, but it remained unzipped and in this position they opened up even more, leaving her spectacular melons dangling, complete with the criss-cross black tapes on.

Chelsea was barely conscious but extremely horny when Vince, who was the birthday boy got the honours to enter her first. Chelsea didn’t know exactly where they were, but she knew she had to hang on to the wall in front of her for dear life or she was gonna fall real bad with the guy gripping her hips hard and pounding her fast and furious from behind.

“Fuck fuck fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!!!” Chelsea moaned, close to her own orgasm as Vince unloaded into her after a quick tryst. Disappointment barely reached Chelsea’s consciousness when Jeremy’s barrel filled Chelsea’s well oiled tube up once again.

“AHHH, ahh, ahhh…” was all Chelsea could utter as strong hands manhandled her tits while the rifle in her got ready to fire. Her fulfilling orgasm came even before the firing of the second round signified the end of the night programme.

All this while, Chelsea had no idea that they were giving a free show to the occasional passerby or the smoking bystander, mostly who thought that she was a pretty, paid whore with an excellent figure who was willing to do extra for higher remuneration. Unintentionally but fortunately, the onlookers paid no further heed, although they certainly enjoyed the free show.

Sydney on the other hand, was not mistaken as prostitute, but was treated like one...

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Camping faithfully for more...

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love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

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Episode 16.3

The moment they checked into a 2-hour hotel 81 room, Sydney’s new dress was roughly taken away and her mouth aggressively used. Sydney’s lover was big and it took her real effort to keep her jaws wide enough to accommodate him. The rough mouth fucking quickly took away any sense of horniness Sydney might have had a while ago.

To make things worse, her male companion wasn’t satisfied. He laid Sydney face down with her knees on the bed and using his shirt as a makeshift rope, tied Sydney’s hands behind her back and lifted her hips high in the air. Taking a perfunctory swipe at Sydney’s sex and determining that she was moist, he entered her viciously and smashed away, not forgetting to spank her exposed buttocks hard periodically as he thrusted.

Sydney screamed at the pain and the rough treatment, although it came out muffled and was practically speaking, indistinguishable from moans. Sydney felt herself fully and uncomfortably filled by this stranger, pain overwhelming any pleasure. This must have been one of the biggest that Sydney has ever had, a fact that her lover seems to know as well. Fortunately, her body quickly reacted, producing lubricants to partially ease the friction and hurt. As pain subsided in one area, it quickly came in others, as Sydney had her ass cheeks slapped forcefully.

Sydney felt the devastating action pause when the meatstick was withdrawn temporarily from within her. Sydney was then flipped around, coming face to face with her lover for the first time since they entered the room tonight. Sydney felt fear looking at the deranged expression on her lover’s face as he spread her legs wide apart and once again penetrated her. Just as unkindly, if not worse, the pounding resumed to moans and cries of Sydney as she strangled the bedsheets underneath her mercilessly at the intensity of how she was being used.

With fingers tightening upon Sydney’s neck as he drilled on, Sydney began to find it hard to breathe, quickly finding the light in her going out. Bewilderingly, Sydney also began to build towards one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced as she choked and her lover sped up. As soon as it arrived however, Sydney’s mind exploded, her body collapsed and blacked out, body disconnecting with mind.

When Sydney came to, she was disoriented. Still naked, she looked around the room until events of the past hours came back to her. There was no one left in the room except her and her clothes was still by the door, taken from her the moment she stepped through. Sydney felt sore below, a light headache throbbing at her temples and had bruises on various parts of her body when she checked the mirror.

“Hey Girl, I realised I haven’t even gotten your name (nor you mine). That was great though. Let’s do this again sometime. Call me. 901xxxxx” scribbled on a random piece of paper.

Sydney crushed the paper into a ball the instant she finished reading. In the bin it belonged and Sydney considered whether she should bother showering, finally deciding against it. It was after all, close to 2:00am. She felt dirtier and dirtier each additional second she remained in the room and left as soon as she gathered her belongings (and of course, her clothes).

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Episode 17

Sydney checked herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly showing. There’s nothing she can do about that, except maybe stuff some toilet paper in there.

Sydney decided against it.

On the journey back she wondered how things turned out this way. One moment she was partying with Chelsea and friends, having a real high time, the next she was banging some dude whose name she didn’t even get. And this is when life seemed to approach equilibrium, with Kent becoming one of her constants in life, even if he exhibited her once in a while.

At least Sydney knew that was something they both enjoyed.

Now, she was just a pathetic slut some dude at the club banged. Sydney didn’t even know where Chelsea were, as none of her messages received a response. Like dripping water, guilt accumulated in the empty vessel in her as she walked, seemingly in a daze. Before Sydney realised it, she was now face to face in front of a dormitory door. The number familiar yet not her (and Chelsea’s) own.

Knock knock.

Sydney could barely hear anything, but after what sounded like slow shuffling of feet, the door winked open to a dazed Alex, eyes squinting to see who the midnight visitor was.

“Sydney?” Alex muttered, clearly confused at the situation. Kent appeared shortly behind him, just as curious as to who the midnight visitor was.

“Oh hey, what are you doing here at this time?” Kent asked, concerned at the appearance of Sydney, who clearly looked roughed up. “Are… are you okay? Come in and have a seat” guiding Sydney in.

Kent tried to evaluate the situation. Something was most definitely amiss. Sydney was in a dress too revealing for her usual style, her makeup appears to be smudged, hair seemed to be in a mess and her nipples were clearing showing through, not even mentioning the amount of skin spilling out from her sides.

“You… You wanna tell me what… what happened?” Kent stammered, unsure of the approach.

All he got as answers was pitiful sobbing punctured by intermittent apologies that were hard to make out. “I… I… let another guy fuck me” Sydney finally uttered, before starting to cry and apologise profusely once again.

It was a touchy situation. To be fair, neither Kent or Sydney had ever come forward to expressly state that they were dating or that they were exclusive. After all, they started out as friends with benefits and seemingly were aware of each other seeing other people concurrently. However, ever since the incident back in the ktv, two of them began seeing each other more and more often with or without Alex. Partially for more escapades, partially because they were part of the exclusive group that really knew what went down that night. From everyone else’s perspective, it appears as if they two were dating and rumours spread had spread like wildfire accordingly.

But they had never bothered to clarify.

For Sydney, she was getting all the sex that she ever wanted or needed. It was of the consistent quality that she enjoyed, rather than risk dubious and dodgy dudes whom she just met. For Kent, it was like a dream come true. Sure he could find one-night stands here and there, but again they were few and far between and none of them were as accommodating, adventurous or wild under the sheets as Sydney.

It was, to say the least, a win-win situation for the both of them.

Until now, when a spanner is thrown into the works.

The pair had never officially “dated”, yet Sydney couldn’t help but feel like she had just cheated on him, her guilt and remorse overwhelming. Sydney was determined to make it back up to Kent, but she only knew one way, and that, she determined on the spot, was the only way forward.

Kent was still trying to process the implication of the simple sentence Sydney just made. Was it wrong? Does it constitute cheating? What exactly happened? Were some of the questions spiraling in his head. There was definitely a logic gap in there somewhere, but it was what, 3am or 4am in the morning? He can’t exactly think straight.

A human touch shattered his train of thought.

Sydney had reached for Kent’s crotch and began a sensual massage. Before he could react and protest she had managed to loosened his shorts, swallowing his member to Kent’s delight. By this time, Alex had returned to his bed, his curiosity ebbed.

Alex’s eyes lit up like floodlights in the forest at the sudden turn of events.

“Oh, oh...” Kent groaned, his mind tossing away his irrelevant questions. Except one.

“Uhh.. Tell me everything.” Kent demanded, his voice urgent and needy while his hand held firm on the back of Sydney’s head. “I want to know everything.”

So Sydney told him.

They re-enacted everything that Sydney could remember. From going back outside, to Sydney getting roughly taken out of her clothes they stepped past the door, followed by choking blowjobs, they replicated every detail with vigour despite the presence of Alex in the room.

When they finally got to tying Sydney’s hands up and getting ready for intercourse, Sydney found herself soaked with arousal this time round, the rough discomfort from the earlier session replaced by genuine desire.

Sydney could tell that Kent was enjoying himself as well. Every time she told him how roughly the Indian guy treated her, Kent would endeavour to replicate it, himself getting harder in her as she described exactly what she went through. Of course, no matter how she tried describing the sense of being filled, Kent could not replicate the same with his own, but efforts on all the other fronts were excellent.

Similar to the last time, albeit much more enjoyably, Sydney passed out by the end of it. Except this time she was awakened up by a spent Kent, who whispered that he had more surprises for her.

“Well, I actually bought this for you, but since you were such a bad girl, i’m going to use this as a punishment for what you did.” Kent explained. Sydney tried to see what Kent was referring to, but her hands were, to her dismay, still tied behind her back. She could sense the tension in the room as Kent spanked her ass lightly, before bringing it high up in the air.

Sydney felt a finger tracing her soaked and sore vagina, and begin to get a little excited. However, the finger didn’t linger but instead headed up north, towards her unsoiled territory. Spreading the juices garnered from below, Sydney felt moisture saturate her uncharted domain. Realization sparked within Sydney and all she could think of is “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck my ass.”

Instead, all Sydney felt against her unsullied flower was a rubber texture seemed sharp on the end touching her but was gently sloped. It had felt slippery on the skin near her sensitive opening. Basically, nothing organic.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, Sydney felt Kent driving the thing into her. Once the tip was within her, the tool seemed to expand outwards rapidly, opening Sydney’s rear painfully as she bit onto the pillow in front of her to deal with the pain. Sydney wanted to scream, yet needed to bite onto something as the pain rung all her senses.

Thankfully, the forceful expansion did not last long before it felt like a good portion of the object was plopped within her. It was an excruciating process, but Sydney felt herself slowly adjusting to it, much like many other things in life she had to. When Sydney finally calmed down and resumed breathing regularly, Kent gave her a light pat on her butt cheeks.

“That was the first part of the punishment. How do you like the butt plug?” Kent asked, before supporting Sydney, who still had her hands tied behind her back, up from the bed.

“We’ve never clarified, but I just want you to know that I don’t mind you having sex with other guys, so long as it’s in front of me. Now, the second part of your punishment is to help my poor roommate here who was blue-balled by our action earlier. In front of our open door, with your hands tied up and buttplug showing. Now let’s go”.

Sydney felt heat emanating from in between her legs at the anticipation when the room door was wrung wide open. Led into position, Sydney found herself on her knees once again, so many times the same night she lost count, her moist and plugged holes readily available for viewing by any passerby as she took Alex in her mouth.

Sydney had no idea what time it was, only that it was still dark outside. Instead, she was really curious how the butt plug looks in her as Kent watched on while she entertained Alex. Although any witness would only be able to see her exposed plugged up anus, moist pussy, tied-up hands and Alex such that they technically wouldn’t know it was her giving the service, the exposure and excitement still resulted in Sydney getting hornier and hornier by the minute. It was as if all the intense sex she had earlier counted for nothing, her internal desire building up once again.

Engrossed, Sydney almost came on the spot when she felt an unfamiliar hand slap her ass hard. She instinctively tried to look behind to investigate, forgetting that doing so would expose her identity. Luckily, Alex only pressed her down harder as his eyes met the mysterious straggler, a mischievous look passing between the two. Nonetheless, the realization that Sydney was almost caught red-handed sent all sorts of shudders across her body, although the men in front of her had none of such concerns. Fortunately, whoever it was did not bother to investigate further and Sydney was allowed to finish her task, allowing Alex to come all over her face before her own appetite was sated with another round of sex, all the while having the new toy was firmly lodged next to the action within her.

[Nomaninohani]

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Episode 18

“Alright, the time is ripe, let’s do this” announced Vince.

Chelsea looked at all the well set up equipment on the beach and readied her emotions for the shoot. As her instagram page got more and more popular, Chelsea has been receiving even more sponsorships and in particular, one from a swimwear blogshop who decided that her daringness in choice of outfits was an excellent attention catcher that they would like to hire.

While the sponsor had no qualms about the display of their swimsuits and bikinis in a swimming pool setting, Vince and Jeremy had insisted on shooting on the sandy coastline, noting that it was something that was lacking in Chelsea’s repertoire. Chelsea couldn’t help but agree, although she worried incessantly about the many more potential issues that are likely to arise without the safety, comfort and privacy of the pool.

Nonetheless, with the good grace of weather, here the trio are, everything set-up and waiting as they waited for the sun to descend into the golden hour for pictures, where the golden tinge of sunset appears to improve any pictures taken tremendously.

The only issue is that it doesn’t last long, and Chelsea had quite a handful of monokinis and bikinis from their employer to cover. The same employer who happen to be on scene as well.

Chelsea felt like a novice teacher on probation, with a senior supervisor sitting at the back of the class, judging her every move. She tried her best to ignore his presence, yet her eyes couldn’t help but dart in that direction every few seconds.

Nonetheless, as the golden hue took over the horizon, Chelsea got into the mood and posed professionally the moment Vince begin snapping away. Chelsea was in a simple, no frills two-piece bikini, the color of light, baby blue. Chelsea was feeling good and confident, posing comfortably with the skills honed over this short period of time to show her very best side.

The beach was relatively sparse, something Chelsea was happy about, although she has become very comfortable with longing gazes on her as long as her most private regions are covered. Bikinis and monokinis? Definitely fits the bill.

It took close to 10 minutes before Vince was satisfied with the first outfit.

Something that Chelsea was well aware of every step of the way. Perspiration dribbled down the contours of her face as Chelsea mentally estimated what this delay would mean. There were certainly more outfits to go, and the golden hour was as literal as it gets. Jeremy was also constantly looking at his watch as she posed, which only served to add on to her anxiety..

Thankfully, the first was done.

The plan was for Chelsea to change into the next outfit in a makeshift tent that was miserably put up, but at least does the job of shielding her while she changed.

Unfortunately, regardless of how many times or how many lingerie Chelsea has tried on in her life, it was difficult to wear one by oneself while ensuring that it was properly worn and that all the parts that should remain covered, were so. It quickly became apparent that Chelsea needed help after 2 minutes when she barely finished tying up the knots of the bikini top, struggling to deal with the knots of the bottoms. Jeremy quickly proceeded to help, leaving the task of supporting the makeshift tent to a disgruntled Vince. Chelsea felt slightly intruded upon as Jeremy took it upon himself to come in, although she knew, just as well as the other two, that her body belonged to them as much as to herself.

By the time they had finished with the third suit, the trio knew clearly that time was not on their side.

Drastic times called for drastic measures, and Vince snapped, requesting Chelsea to change faster or simply do away with the tent if that is what it takes. At least out in the open, Jeremy could quickly help her. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time Chelsea was completely barren in public right?

Chelsea’s face flushed as she heard Vince’s instructions. She looked around the beach and noted that there was indeed not many people around. A family or two interspersed amongst couples, groups scattered across the vast coast and of course, the representative from her employer seated right there in the same chair. Chelsea knew Vince had a point, although the fact that being completely naked in public without others in sight is quite very different from her current case.

With a sigh of resignation, Chelsea began undoing the knot at the top of her nape while Jeremy slid her bottoms to her ankles. It was a funny feeling, Chelsea thought, to be completely bare below while her top was still somewhat covered. The thought didn’t last long, as Chelsea peeled off her baby blue bikini top as well, fully nude this time while tossing the top at the side of the open luggage while reaching for the next one.

Her actions quickly drew murmurs. And the curious stare from her employer, whose eyes seemed fixated at her womanhood.

The same womanhood that remained available for anyone’s attention as Jeremy helped Chelsea with the knots of her next top. Even after she was “dressed”, Chelsea felt like any eyeballs she may have attracted while changing never left her body ever since. Yet all she could do, similar to her experience with the modelling, was to distance her emotions and act nonchalant, as if it was simply the job being done. Completely natural.

Soon, more and more attention began to focus on Chelsea as the disperse crowd subtly converged. They waited in anticipation for each set to be done for a glimpse at Chelsea’s naked glory in between outfits. Jeremy, even took the opportunity to advertise her instagram page, as if ensuring that the crowd knew exactly who this stripping girl was would make it all worth it.

If anything, it just made Chelsea feel worse, her privacy invaded in this way.

Progress was indeed faster in this manner, as Vince could continue to snap away even while Chelsea changed (even if she wasn’t done changing). It also helped that Vince was being less particular, moving on so long as he knew he had one of two pictures that he could work with.

Before long, Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief when Vince announced that the last set was done. Looking behind herself, Chelsea saw that the sun have yet to connect with the horizon, suggesting that the light was sufficient for more. A sense of dread crept up within her as she stared at Vince, fully aware that the very same thoughts were going through Vince’s head.

And just as Chelsea expected, there was more to come.

Whispers passed between Jeremy and Vince. The next moment Jeremy was beside Chelsea, whispering instructions that Vince has just passed. His hands however, never paused as it began to untie Chelsea’s bikini top, just like he did for the previous sets. Except this time, Chelsea knew there was no next set.

She was to pose fully nude. In front of this small crowd.

Even as Chelsea contemplated, she felt the drawstrings of her garments loosening. They had in their haste, only tied a simple, single butterfly knot (instead of the usual, secure double knots) and they were unravelling. Chelsea clutched at her modesty as the camera began snapping once again.

Following Vince’s instructions once again, Chelsea posed expertly, thankful that at all times she was told to either cover herself up with her hands in one way or another, or to position herself such that her poses were graceful, yet showcasing her assets and under no circumstances exposed her bare sexuality to the camera. In between poses on the other hand, Chelsea had left nothing to the imagination for her audience, who had become a silent, staring mob.

It felt as if the proportion of time Chelsea had spent naked were much more than necessary, as they continued even when half the sun hid behind the sea. Without a word, Jeremy and Vince began packing up, leaving Chelsea to fend for herself when Vince stopped snapping.

Chelsea was at a loss of what to do, awkwardly smiling at her audience while the guys packed. Finally done, Jeremy threw her one of her bright orange bikini bottoms, a pair of cotton shorts the length of FBTs and a small, white towel as he began heading towards the toilet to clean up with Vince.

Sorely inadequate, but better than being completely naked, Chelsea quickly put on her shorts, wrapping her towel around her chest as she half-heartedly waved goodbye to her audience and her employer before catching up with Vince and Jeremy.

Fortunately, none of the crowd decided to follow her, which was Chelsea’s biggest concern and a pleasant surprise.

But the next wasn’t...

Reaching the changing rooms, Jeremy took Chelsea’s protective towel forcefully from her and ushered her in front of them as the trio stepped into the male toilet. There was no door, but rather an angled, tiled wall that hid the space toilet behind the direct gaze of the masses. Chelsea turned the corner and quickly came face to face with the showering area, which had eight shower heads and accompanying soap stands. More importantly, Chelsea knew exactly how many of these showering facilities there were because the whole space was without partitions.

Meaning to say the two guys currently showering in “cubicles” about three shower heads apart could turn and see the topless newcomer walking in.

Chelsea wanted to scream, yet she somehow she knew she shouldn’t. She made eye contact with the two men showering and stopped them dead in their tracks as they stared dumbfounded, their individual rods coming to attention at the sight of a topless Chelsea being escorted by the two men.

Ignoring them, Vince and Jeremy ushered Chelsea into the shower head on one end, furthest away from the two strangers, who had by now lost all interest in showering. Vince promptly took off Chelsea’s shorts, leaving her in the bright orange bottoms while Jeremy dug for Chelsea’s matching bright orange bikini top.

Pulling out his camera, Chelsea was relieved that Vince was simply going to continue their shoot here, although she objected to the way that they just had manhandled her. However, instead of helping Chelsea into her matching orange bikini top, Jeremy actually looped them around Chelsea’s hands, which Jeremy stretched over the shower head while securing it.

Effectively, Chelsea now has both her hands tied to the steel pipe portion of the shower head above her with her orange bikini top while she only wore her orange bikini bottoms, her love pillows out for display and feeling vulnerable.

Vince did not even ask her to pose as he begun snapping away, capturing the helpless expression of Chelsea in this state.

Panic enveloped Chelsea, unsure of her situation and how she should respond. “What’s this?! Let me go!!!” Chelsea pleaded, her eyes beginning to soak with tears.

Vince continued snapping away as Chelsea moaned when Jeremy went behind her, kissing her ear and her nape while his finger came into contact with the external surface of Chelsea’s orange bottoms, resting lightly on her clitoris with the swimwear material acting as the only barrier. Jeremy’s fingers begun to rouse rougher in circular motions on Chelsea’s clitoris while Jeremy’s other hand seized one of Chelsea’s soft, full breast in his grasp. Tracing along Chelsea’s neck with rough kisses and occasional bites, Jeremy elicited sensual moans from Chelsea as he toyed with her body.

Chelsea could only attempt to twist and turn, her futile attempts at showing her resistance and unwillingness as the stimulation turned on her immensely. Jeremy and Vince had known very well by now where her soft spots and erogenous zones are and Chelsea could hardly resist, moaning uncontrollably while being pervertedly aware of the two strangers who were showering giving her uninterrupted attention.

Chelsea quickly averted their gazes, but not before realizing that they were touching themselves at the erotic scene playing out before them. Soon, Chelsea felt the drawstrings of her bottoms being tugged away one by one as her orange bikini bottoms followed the rules of gravity with nothing to hold them. The barrier now gone, Chelsea moaned out ever louder as her fortress was invaded by Jeremy’s forces. It was so slick that it catalyzed the repeated invasions, causing Chelsea immense pleasure.

Chelsea on the verge of begging Jeremy to fuck her right there and then when Jeremy stopped, instead positioning her lurid state in various lewd positions for the camera.

When Vince was satisfied, Jeremy came face to face with Chelsea and positioned his flagpole perpendicularly just underneath the folds of Chelsea’s kitty such that even if he thrusted forward, it would slide along the exterior folds of Chelsea and not penetrate her. Utilizing Chelsea”s perfect asscheeks as handholds, Jeremy thrusted and swung Chelsea’s lower body back and forth hard while engaging in a tongue battle with her. Chelsea felt pleasure rush up her senses, being tied up, manhandled, exposed and helpless in this manner, yet never feeling the satisfaction of penetration as Jeremy came onto the walls behind her, seemingly alongside with her two unacquainted audience.

Leaving Chelsea yearning for more, Jeremy hi-fived the two strangers, who were more than happy to enjoy the free show before he went to Chelsea and released her. This time, Chelsea was given the same small, white towel but instead of her bikini bottoms and cotton FBTs, Chelsea was asked to wear her just used orange bikini top as they marched back to the beachside hotel they had rented for one night for the purposes of the shoot.

In her orange bikini top and white towel, Chelsea could feel the stickiness of the perspiration evaporating on her skin and her thick, viscous womanly essence flowing down the sides of her legs as her desire remained unsated, her thirst unquenched.

In confines of the hotel lift that was surprisingly filled, Chelsea felt herself intentionally pinned into the corner by Jeremy and Vince, before her lady parts were teased discreetly, causing an unintentional soft moan to escape her lips. Chelsea could also feel the knots of her orange bikini top and the white towel being silently loosened.

When it arrived at their floor, Chelsea could clearly feel each of her garments slipping away as she had to squeeze through the crowd to get out of the lift, with no help whatsoever from Jeremy and Vince, who were ahead of her. Seconds felt like minutes to Chelsea, who felt her garments unravel second by second as the elevator door shuttered behind her. Fortunately, it barely closed before things went “out of hand”. Chelsea sprinted towards their room, praying that no other tenants in their floor would happen to be at the corridor at this time while her garments dangled loosely by, providing zero coverage.

“Fuck me” was the only thing Chelsea said once the door slammed behind them in the room, Chelsea peeling off the remnants of the dangling material and strode dangerously towards Vince, her expression dark and fiercely sexy. The duo were barely two steps away from the door. Reacting instinctively, Vince grabbed and fucked Chelsea hurriedly from behind, while Chelsea was plastered on the room door, slamming her once and again into the membrane segregating private from public areas, their copulating loud enough to be clearly heard by the adjacent room or anyone walking by their room outside.

Jeremy patiently waited his turn, choosing to fuck Chelsea in front of the hotel mirror as he stared at her satisfied face while he plummeted her from behind. Chelsea’s eyes were rolled back in pleasure, her initial cravings sated by Vince and now a delicious second round before her.

Chelsea willed Jeremy to go faster, harder, as rough as Vince had just been with her, but Jeremy seemed to refuse, instead focusing on having each stroke agonizingly slow even as he reached around and toyed with her clitoris.

*Ding Dong, “Room service!” a polite greeting sounded from the direction of the door.

Engrossed, Chelsea could barely process the situation before the sound of the door being unlocked and cracked open registered on Chelsea’s mind.

“What the fuck?” was all Chelsea could say as she felt her hands being forcefully dragged behind her back. Chelsea tried to hide her face away in the opposite direction while Jeremy exponentially increased the intensity, causing Chelsea to groan in pleasure without restraint and came right as the waiters walked in with the food Jeremy had ordered, witnessing and heightening her moment uncensored.

At least the serving staff had some decency, Chelsea thought afterwards as she munched on the much needed calories, as the waiter had left as soon as he saw the scene and did not linger, unlike many others earlier in the day. Chelsea found out later that the waiter only entered the room because Vince had requested he put the food down inside the room. Yet somehow Chelsea no longer felt as bothered or disturbed.

Needless to say, they trio thoroughly “enjoyed and utilized” the various amenities in the room, such as the bathtub and balcony. Not wasting a single cent of their money.

[Informer]

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[otoyceking]

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[i^Xi0n]

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[Enwstar]

Keep it coming TS, really exciting to read this steamy story!

[antyhowacc]

Writer's note: I sincerely apologise, for I must admit that I have lost the motivation to continue this piece, although I have quite a few more episodes planned. Nonetheless, I believe readers would be looking for closure and if I am unable to push through with the whole episodes, I would attempt to at least write summaries of the plot of how this story ends.

But it's going to take some time.

Episode 19

*Buzz Buzz (handphone)

K: You ready?
S: Where are we going? I need to know what to wear!
K: Doesn’t matter, just wear whatever. And the plug. Coming to get you in 5!

“Ugh! Whatever, I’m just gonna make myself comfortable then” Sydney uttered, to no one in particular.

When Kent got to her door, Sydney was in one of the hall’s dry-fit sleeveless t-shirts and FBTs, her ass stuffed with the present Kent gave her. Sydney had never told Kent, but she had secretly been using it herself, deriving more and more pleasure from it and getting used to its size. With her current outfit, Sydney was half-expecting Kent to stop her and request for a change given how casual she looked.

Instead, Kent was in something similar, a dry-fit t-shirt of his own and simple shorts.

“Wheree aree weee goinggg~ tell me tell me tell me!” Sydney asked playfully.
“It’s a surprise! You’ll find out soon enough” Kent responded calmly.

After a journey that involves getting out of campus, onto the MRT, another bus before Kent led Sydney towards a HDB block numbered 851. Puzzled, as nothing about the block rings a bell, Sydney was led up to the 10th floor, before staring down a metal gate with the wooden door tightly shut.

Kent pulled out a key and announced, seemingly at the void ahead, “I’m home!”. Causing Sydney to lift one eyebrow in response.

“Kent brought me home? What for? Oh no is his parents home? Oh dear i’m in FBTs and a butt plug!” Sydney thought.

“回来了啊！怎么没跟我说今天有回来？” a tender feminine voice called out in response, interrupting Sydney’s thoughts.
[You’re home?! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today!]

Soon the person behind the voice appeared and brief introductions were made, where Kent conveniently described Sydney as a “friend” and ushered her into what Sydney assumed was Kent’s room.

Before Sydney could even get to nosing around his possessions, she heard Kent shut and locked the door behind himself, embracing her from behind and showering her with kisses.

Hands and lips explored without constraint as the couple quickly found themselves hot in passion, Sydney’s clothes getting peeled off one at a time. It was certainly unexpected and Sydney could feel Kent’s desire for her emanating, which was a huge turn-on.

“Fuck me” Sydney whispered, softly enough in Kent’s ears to drive him crazy. It took almost all of his willpower to stop himself from plunging into her right there and then.

“We’ll get to that” Kent answered as he pulled himself away, staring into Sydney’s eyes.

Reaching for his sling bag, Kent extracted two masquerade masks, passing one to Sydney.

“What are you up to you sly fox” Sydney hissed, eyeing him suspiciously. Whatever it was, Sydney knew she was game. In fact, she can already feel herself getting wet with anticipation of what’s to come, although she frankly had no idea.

Soon, a mask was all they wore as they resumed their foreplay. It seemed exceptionally erotic to Sydney, their naked bodies entangling with each other while their faces remained partially obscured. She even caught a glance of how the butt plug looked in her in the mirror as they continued their delicate dance.

“Remember, my family is outside” Kent said lustfully as his palm landed hard on the skin around Sydney’s delicate asscheeks. It’s Sydney’s turn to resist moaning out loud in response, needing no reminder that the only thing separating them and the rest of his family is the thin door that probably doesn’t do very well in sound proofing.

Slowly but surely, Sydney felt herself being nudged towards the window with each grasp and stroke that Kent placed on her. Realizing Kent’s intentions, Sydney found herself struggling against his efforts. Unlike in hall or a random public place, there is a real chance people could identify, enquire and trace the identity of the couple here and Sydney was not comfortable with what Kent was intending.

Sensing Sydney’s concerns, Kent assured her that with the mask, no one would be able to identify them and he would turn off the lights such that only the shape of their bodies could be seen clearly from the outside.

Reluctant but willing to please, Sydney agreed, feeling infinitely better with the lights off. Back in Kent’s embrace, Sydney was led face forward one step at a time until she was flushed with the protective railings of the window, her modest breasts protruding slightly outside. Sydney could pockets of lights in the flats of the opposite block, some watching TV, others doing their dishes, none of them have looking this way yet.

In fact, people generally do not seem too interested in what’s outside their houses, unless what’s within bored them so much they sought attention without.

Pleading to be entered by now, Kent continued to deny Sydney her satisfaction, instead tying each of Sydney’s hands high up above her head onto the milk-coloured, horizontal metal protective railings. Sydney was rendered immobile, helplessly stuck and gazing across nervously for any frantic eyes that might look this way. Sydney can no longer tell what Kent was doing behind her, as even turning her head was difficult.

Fortunately, Sydney doesn’t need to see to know what Kent is doing when a moist tongue landed just above her folds and fingers began tugging on her butt plug simultaneously.

“Ugh, Ahh, Ahh” Sydney moaned softly as both her love holes were pleased at the same time. Sydney tried her best to keep it down, cognizant of Kent’s family but the stimulation proved intense and impossible.

“AHHHHH” Sydney wailed when two fingers prodded into her love hole, even while her love nub was being sucked upon and repeatedly licked and the butt plug dislodged and relodged.

Sydney could hardly pay attention to anything else, closing her eyes as wanton lust took over. “Take me, take me now, please” Sydney begged even as Kent continued.

“May I on the lights now?” Kent asked playfully, continuing to tease and please.

“Yes, yes whatever just fuck me now”

The next thing Sydney knew, the room lights were back on and Kent slid himself gracefully inside her, starting at a comfortable, sensual rhythm as he continued to kiss and lick the sides of Sydney’s neck. The familiar feeling of Kent being back in her was too much to bear as Sydney started moaning uncontrollably again.

Trying to meet him with every stroke, Sydney began to be aware of the eyeballs they were attracting. Half naked uncles, some smoking, were now staring intently at the sensual coupling the two were at. Every slow stroke obvious as Sydney was pressed hard against the railing, recoiling from it momentarily as Kent loaded the next one. As if aware of the same fact, Sydney felt her hair being tugged roughly backwards while Kent’s hand groped her exposed breast roughly, seemingly to declare and announce through body language that the meat was taken, himself speeding up significantly.

All Sydney could do was to clench up her leg muscles, bracing for each hit as Kent took her again and again. Sydney found herself building fast towards her own orgasm when her thoughts were interrupted by two rapt knocks on the room door.

“Are you guys okay?” rang a muted voice from outside

Sydney was at a loss of what to do but Kent was not perturbed, continuing to finish what he had set out to do, until he pulled out at the last second and came on Sydney’s butt and back. Sydney barely came herself seconds before as semen pooled on the small of her back and traced down her legs.

Instead of wiping her down, Sydney felt Kent dipping his fingers into his own product, smearing them across Sydney’s sweat sheened skin and even applying onto a helpless Sydney’s face and boobs who couldn’t resist.

“Nutritious facial” Kent declared, despite Sydney’s verbal protests. Even dipping some into her mouth for a taste.

When Sydney was finally released (to the disappointment of her audience), she kissed Kent fervently, telling him how great it was and also to pass some of his sick semen taste over.

Kent was none the wiser, kissing Sydney passionately back before announcing that their itinerary was not yet complete...

With a click sound, Kent’s room door lock came undone as the couple stepped out into the living room. Kent was back in the clothes he came in with, but Sydney wasn’t. Instead, Sydney was in Kent’s clothes, specifically his white button-down, collared, business shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows while the top three buttons were left unbuttoned. Sydney was also only allowed the panties she was wearing a little while ago, showing a good amount of skin.

Kent’s dad could only stare wordlessly as the couple left the apartment.

The couple held hands as their strolled towards their next destination. There weren’t many people around at this time, although for the few that they’ve encountered, their eyes went wide with disbelief when they realised Sydney was not wearing bottoms nor a bra. The couple paid no heed.

“Alright, here we are” Kent announced.

On an elevated platform, a light breeze - albeit with a little heat here in SIngapore - blows in onto them. In the middle they stand elevated, atop the divider, sea of red lights rushing in one direction on one side, dulled yellow rushing in the opposing direction on the other.

“Here?” Sydney asked quizzically.

Kent answered wordlessly, frenching Sydney as they looked out at the scene before them. Pulling his own zipper down, Kent quickly urged aside Sydney’s panties and slid into her, earning a short gasp from Sydney, oblivious to all the cars that zoom pass below them. Barely moving below, he took off one more of Sydney’s buttons, sliding the sides of the shirt sideways until it revealed Sydney’s beautiful shoulders and collarbones, her tantalizing mounts just underneath.

To any passerby walking behind them, it looked just like any other couple smooching atop a roofed overhead bridge. There was no haste in the lovemaking, their movements slow and deliberate, until Kent finished for the second time that day, inside her. Sydney felt full, both physically and emotionally when they were done and decided, on her own initiative, to leave her soaked panties behind for the next lucky person who finds it.

[crayb]

thanks bro for the story update!

always looking forwards to your continuation!

[DBSTrust]

Excellent stuff, do keep your story coming!

[VRossi1980]

this is a nice story ts, waiting for more juicy updates.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 20

“Alright, it’s a wrap!” announced the director vehemently.

Handshakes and thank yous began sprouting in soft murmurs, seemingly from everywhere at once as Chelsea did her rounds too. She had just finished filming an advertisement for one of the biggerer blogshops, which is considering putting it up on youtube, TV or even the big screen.

As a first-timer, Chelsea certainly had her share of hiccups, but thanks to the patience of the director and crew, filming seemed to take place rather smoothly, easing the Chelsea’s worries. Now that it was all done and dusted, Chelsea felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. All the research, preparations, memorizing of lines, actual acting - overwhelming for someone new no less - had not been in naught and for the first time, Chelsea appreciated what the chinese proverb meant by ten years of hard work for ten minutes on stage.

Furthermore, Jeremy had promised a sumptuous dinner after knowing all the stress and preparation work Chelsea had to endure. It was certainly something Chelsea was looking forward to, both about having a big meal and wondering about what the big meal was going to be.

Returning to hall for a shower and a change. Chelsea received the odd request to doll up for the post-filming celebration, although she was more than happy to comply. In a way, her interactions with Vince and Jeremy had made her a more confident woman. The thing is, being a hot girl, Chelsea knows she’s hot, but insecurities plague one’s mind nevertheless. If anything, the past few months had just resulted in her discarding them and learning more about her own body, her strengths and ways to flaunt them.

Which was why Chelsea selected a classy black one-piece that provided a decent neckline for the occasion, the dress wrapping along her curves tightly, with large swathes being intentionally thin such that anything beneath can be clearly seen. It matches well with her black maximiser bra, ensuring that while the bra and its outline can be appreciated without much effort, the career line it creates also draws attention like moths to a fire. It also ends modestly around mid-thigh, allowing different parts of the wearer to be enjoyed at the same time.

Chelsea can’t help but smirk when she saw how smitten the private-hire driver was when Chelsea and Jeremy were picked up from hall.
Approaching their destination, the restaurant certainly seemed classy. Quiet with black and brown colours, decorated with sake bottles along its walls and dark blue japanese tiles, the mood seem solemn and hushed. The lighting was also slightly dimmed, Chelsea observed when Jeremy and Chelsea were led into their seats, a compact but private tatami room that seem to be able to sit up to 6.

Instead of taking the seat opposite Chelsea, Jeremy instead sat by her side, prompting Chelsea to ask if they were expecting anyone else.

“Ah, Sir, you’re right on time” Jeremy greeted politely with a slight bow when the door slid open to allow the entry of their guest, a familiar face.

“Oh? Hi Director, sorry I wasn’t aware that you’ll be joining us this evening” Chelsea quickly appended her own greeting in response.

“I certainly hope the restaurant we have chosen and the offerings they have is to your liking. Please please, let’s have a look at the menu…”

Minutes later, the small, dark brown wooden table barely knee-high was filled with various Japanese delicacies, from sashimi slices of common fishes such as salmon, yellowtail and tuna, to tuna belly, fresh lobsters, raw scallops and sea urchin. Foie gras, Kobe beef and sake was also served for the small patrons of three.

The mood was jovial as they dug into their food, ordering more and more sake as it went down in an excellent manner with the seafood.

For Chelsea, history had proved that she was never the best drinker and if any, beer or gin was more of her thing. For strong alcohol like sake, it had only felt great when sliding down her throat but did not do wonders for her head, which began a low throb soon after.

As the eating slowed down and the drinking picking up, Jeremy thanked the Director once again for the opportunity given to Chelsea for her to gain some mainstream exposure. The Director humbly replied that Chelsea has done very well for herself, being a first-timer and all, the partnership most definitely mutually beneficial.

The pleasantries thus exchanged, Jeremy reminded the Director to remember Chelsea if similar roles ever come up and to look out for future opportunities for Chelsea. In response, the Director was about to utilise one of his many well prepared and rehearsed replies to such abundant requests when he realised this was no conventional, polite speech...

Specifically, Jeremy was stretching his arms over slightly light-headed Chelsea, pulling her closer into his embrace as he gave his pitch about more future opportunities for Chelsea. Like a well-practised surgeon, Jeremy slid a portion of Chelsea’s dress off her shoulder, slowly and deliberately, earning confused looks from Chelsea.

Chelsea was taken aback at the sudden gesture, desperately trying to establish eye contact with Jeremy even as he continued. Chelsea whispered urgently to get Jeremy’s attention, not daring to outrightly reject his advances yet wondering whether Jeremy was drunk, given how he appears to be sexually motivated despite the audience. It may have been a little kinky, Chelsea admits, to engage in coitus with a chance of exposure. To do her in front of someone respectable and known is a completely different ball game altogether.

However, Jeremy simply ignored her and locked gazes with the Director as he proceeded to work on the other shoulder, sliding the dress off with equal lack of haste and precision.

Seeing that his counterpart was still unmoved, Jeremy slid his palm underneath Chelsea’s dress, to her utter horror, and hooked his forefinger over the waistband of her matching black lace panties and tugged. Freeing her privates, Jeremy openly stroked Chelsea’s slit with equal purpose while Chelsea was paralyzed with indecision at the situation on hand.

Chelsea didn’t quite know how to react, frozen in place as each stroke brought more blood to her already flushed cheeks. Chelsea could barely form the words of resistance in her mouth before she felt her nether regions flushed with arousal, the urge to moan overcoming the urge to resist. As if sensing her reluctance, Jeremy simply tipped Chelsea’s head back, letting her lean back on Jeremy’s chest as the strokes moved like clockwork while the gazes return to the stalemate.

The impasse was finally broken when Jeremy progressed as far as peeling back one of Chelsea’s bra cups to manipulate her light brown nipple even as the action below continued, drawing a smile from the Director whose demeanor had been solemn throughout. The transaction concluded, Jeremy patted Chelsea’s ass twice, requesting that she now provide some pleasure to the expectantly awaiting Director.

Going around the table with wobbly knees, Chelsea found herself moving without hesitation, reaching in for the zip and belt before her oral cavity engulfed the rigid member that had been kept waiting. Conversation between the men progressed, but Chelsea hardly registered anything, her mind preoccupied by the modest erectile tissue in her mouth while palms atop her head and wrapped about one of her breasts distracted her.

“I’m glad our offering delights you, I have prepared this for your enjoyment, no less. Give me a call if you need me again good sir...” Chelsea heard Jeremy drone on from the other side, before a gentle hand lifted her chin up and the Director began to get dressed.

Confused and disconnected, Chelsea was helped back into her clothes, her undies still with Jeremy, before she was paraded to the posh elevator, her head resting on the Director’s shoulder, his open palm firmly on her butt.

A few cups of tea later, Jeremy found his phone ringing.

“Hello?” Jeremy answered apprehensively. It was the Director.

“Hey Jeremy, uh, I’m almost done here. Come up now.” the Director replied.

“Sure thing” Jeremy answered, unsure what to make of the phone call. To start, Jeremy swore he could hear Chelsea screaming and moaning in the background. It was nothing like how she was when she was with Vince and him. It sounded... different. To add, it certainly didn’t sound like they were done, so why did the Director call him now? Why not wait until he was done?

And perhaps most importantly, what was the Director doing to Chelsea?!

Stashing his burning questions aside, Jeremy made his way to the room he had booked earlier. Tapping firmly on the door twice, he could hear muffled commotion and sounds of shuffled feet within before the door swung open.

Jeremy swore he could have heard the sound of his jaw hitting the floor.

Before him was Chelsea, still connected at the hip with the Director, who had just opened the door. Both were completely naked. Chelsea’s makeup was smudged, her hair a mess and Chelsea looked like she had just been crying. Her eyes were red, her face was red and light bruises were beginning to appear at random places in Chelsea’s body. At places where it wasn’t already covered by crude words scrawled by black permanent marker ink that is.

In the narrow doorway, the Director behind Chelsea, still putting in the occasional pump, greeted Jeremy and instructed him to hold Chelsea down, securing her hands to the wall.

For whatever it was that the Director had planned, Chelsea resisted wholeheartedly. Even a smack or two to the head was apparently not enough to convince her.

Jeremy was wrought with indecision at the request. He could clearly see Chelsea’s pleading eyes, see her shaking her head discreetly, silently mouthing for him not to do it, begging with her life. Yet given how much they have already committed, it did not make any sense for them to stop now. Looking away, Jeremy steeled his will and grabbed onto the wrist of Chelsea, firmly pressing them into the wall, kicking the door close behind himself with a backswing of his feet.

Two things happened at once.

For Chelsea, the fight went completely out of her. She knew she could try her best against one man, but it was an inconceivable task against two. Chelsea could only close her eyes and grit her teeth for what is to come, her experiences with even Vince and Jeremy insufficient to prepare her for something like this.

For the Director, he sniggered triumphantly, muttering “yes yes…” as he pulled out of Chelsea. Re-adjusting his aim, he aligned his tool with his objective and thrusted hard, earning loud wails from Chelsea at the pain produced. However, without any preparation or help, the Director did not succeed, having to repeat the process two times before he found himself firmly lodged within Chelsea’s chrysanthemum, earning angry protests from her, floodgates in her tear ducts opening right up once again.

When it was all said and done, the Director put on his clothes, sated for the evening. Chelsea lay slumped on the queen-sized bed, one hand clutching her throbbing butt. The Director took out wads of blue currency and unceremoniously dumped them on Chelsea’s unmoving body, seemingly to humiliate her further before exiting the room.

“I don’t ever want to have anything to do with that guy again” Chelsea stated resolutely into the silence, five minutes after the Director left. Jeremy sighed in despair, understanding that after all of the efforts tonight, including Chelsea’s sacrifice, has just done the drain in lieu of Chelsea’s decision. Yet even Jeremy couldn’t bring himself to force Chelsea given what he had just witnessed, Chelsea’s body still fresh with the bruises and words like “Slut”, “Bitch” and “Whore” in black permanent marker ink.

[Cash8877]

nice story, keep on sharing the updates TS.

[rawboy83]

please share more updates ts, it's a really nice story.

[evoralliart]

Developmemt of the story getting nice :)
Looking forward to the next updates

[hellybonk]

Enjoying this nice story, do continue bro :)

[JJMagic]

love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

[Mervon]

Awesome stuff, hope to read more

[antyhowacc]

As per usual, episode turned out too long, so i split them up

Episode 21.1

The best thing about Kent, Sydney thought to herself, is how he never fails to surprise her with some kinky fun.

And with that thought Sydney headed towards his room for “date night” after her dinner, her face peppered with some light makeup she had just learnt from Chelsea. Brimming with anticipation, she wonders once again, what Kent has in plan for her.

Where is Kent going to exhibit her this time? Are they going to involve other sexual partners? How many orgasms is Sydney will get?

Distracted, Sydney caught herself staring at the Kent’s room door awkwardly, her mind unaware of the journey taken.

Two short knocks later, Sydney was led into the room and noticed that Alex was also in. More glaringly, on Kent’s bed lies an inconspicuous army green towel, with neatly arranged objects of various sizes in a row. Unknownst to Sydney, it was laid out exactly like how serviceman in the armed forces would lay out the various components of their rifle, the sequence important but subtle.

Upon closer inspection, Sydney realised that the objects are sex toys and caught Alex’s smirk from the corner of her eyes even her own widened.

“Well, that butt plug certainly looked bigger than the one I had been using.” Sydney thought.

Kent leaned in for a kiss, lingering a little after the smooch and nonchalantly signalled for Sydney to strip.

Sydney stripped herself off quickly, not hesitating one bit, which surprised herself despite being fully aware of Alex’s presence. After all, Alex had pretty much seen all of her anyway right? Besides, he was also kind of cute. Likewise, Alex seem to have completely taken for granted the sight of Sydney nude. In fact, he even started to lower his shorts...

With all of her clothes in a heap in the corner, Sydney noticed from the edges of her vision that Alex was openly wanking himself at the sight of her. It only helped to excite Alex further as Sydney stood in position while Kent’s task begun. Inserting the remote bullet first, Sydney didn’t feel much except slightly intruded. A low hum signalled the start of the vibrations and Sydney could feel her body coming alive. Every part of her seemed to gradually tune in and be ready for action, moisture secreting from within.

The stimulation and lubrication was useful, as Kent lubed up the butt plug and assisted Sydney with it. The difference in girth was apparent to Sydney, who could feel it stretching her backdoor wider than it had ever been. Taking deeper breaths intuitively, Sydney braced as it inched into her, her face convoluting in weird ways, struggling to take all of it.

Alex whistled when it was firmly lodged in Sydney, reminding her of his presence and her achievement. Fully plugged in below, desire rose within Sydney, her sexuality unleashed.

Sydney turned to face Alex, who was still tugging on himself.

Taking slow, deliberate steps which allowed her hips to sway in an exaggerated manner, Sydney approached Alex. “Need some help?” she whispered seductively beside Alex’s ear, her hair lightly brushing Alex as Sydney offers her breast while Kent looked on from the bleachers.

Wasting no time, Alex’s mouth latched onto Sydney’s nipple, licking and sucking while Sydney replaced his hands with her own.

“Got so hard looking at me huh?” Sydney continued suggestively as she slid down to her knees and took him between her lips. Not forgetting to use twirl her tongue and look after the hanging fruits, Alex could barely form thoughts to reply Sydney, instead groaning at her efforts…

[blackknight49]

Very nice story TS, thanks! :)

[madpig88]

Thanks for sharing this nice story TS, look forward to your next updates.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 21.2

A few minutes of tiring but skillful work later, Sydney swallowed and returned to Kent, kissing him while the taste of Alex lingered.

Kent returned her kiss just as passionately.

“How about these, do you want them” Kent asked, pointing to the last object laid out.
“Oh what the hell” Sydney thought, with everything already on her and how crazy tonight is likely to go… “Yeah, we might as well right?”.

“Ow, ow, ow” cried Sydney internally when the nipple clamps came on.

She wondered if she should have considered the matter a little deeper when the clamps were placed onto her. Squeezing her nipples tight, pain pierced through the top of both of her peaks, a screaming constant that hardly ebbs away. Worse, every step Sydney took she could feel the weights acting as a pendulum, pulling onto the clamps side to side and re-introducing the sharp pains moments just after they had become dull. Thankfully, Kent had momentarily turned off the vibrator so Sydney could focus on getting used to the pain the clamps were bringing.

It felt like the pain became a constant and never went away.

Which was why Sydney could hardly concentrate on anything else, even though Kent and her were walking around in a mall. Even at the times when she could handle it enough to think of something else, Sydney’s attention would be drawn to worrying whether the clamps could be seen by others. After all, it was not possible to wear a bra with clamps on and despite her petite size and moderate assets, it felt like her tits were protruding the thick cotton hoodie she has on.
Not the first time Sydney went braless, but definitely the first time being paraded this way in a mall full of people. Didn’t help that she realize many men were staring at her chest as they walked past.

Pain and embarrassment constantly occupied Sydney. But pleasure came and when too. Usually at the most inopportune times, making Sydney’s knees weak as the little device becomes an energetic devil in her.

Once, Sydney was on the escalator when it went off, causing her to gasp loudly and almost drop to her knees if Kent hadn’t caught her in time.

Sadly, staring daggers didn’t work as Kent would just smirk and grant her temporary relief, knowing fully that it will only return.

The couple went browsing in a Japanese franchise famous for its white and neat arrangements, value for money clothes when Kent scooped up a few bra tops, panties and wireless bras that supposedly have fabric that can breathe amazingly, ensuring coolness and fast drying for perspiration.

Well, not sure about the acclaimed properties, but one thing was true.

They were really thin.

With a bunch of them, the couple queued for the waiting room, Kent turning on the pea in the pod to maximum intensity. Sydney could only cling onto him hard, knowing that her knees will disappear before her if she lets go. The intense vibration also caused her clamps to move sporadically, rendering her incapable of thought.

Which was why unbeknownst to Sydney, the vibration was actually audible to the people queuing directly behind her. However, they did not suspect a thing, thinking that it was just someone’s phone ringing in silent mode.

When it was finally Sydney’s turn, Kent granted her mercy and turned it off, requesting instead that Sydney try on the clothes and show him how she looked like in them.

Alone in the changing room, Sydney quickly pulled off her clamps, blood rushing to the summits immediately, restoring sensation in them. Unfortunately, she felt more soreness than anything else, although Sydney was certainly glad to be able to feel them once again. She also took out the bullet, unwilling to be tortured any longer, but decided to keep the plug in.

Hurrying along her task, Sydney wore the matching baby blue wireless bra and panties that Kent picked out for her, snapping away in the room against the mirror, purposefully posturing in a more raunchy manner before she hit send. She even took one of her ass, with the outline of the plug’s tip clearly showing in the middle of her cheeks.

Quickly read, the reply message stunned her momentarily.

Kent: Nice
Kent: Now I want you to come out and grab me in with you in this current exact attire.
Kent: I’m standing just outside the changing room queue.

Sydney found herself rooted the ground in hesitation as blood rushed to her cheeks. Yet Sydney found herself even wetter at the thought than when the bullet was going on inside her. The thought of walking out, in only your underwear to a whole crowd of people as they stared at you.

So fucking kinky!!!

Calming herself down, Sydney forced herself to pretend that this was just like a swimming pool and she was just wearing a bikini, nothing out of the norm right. With her heart knocking all over the place, she unlocked the door and took her first step out, trying her best to pretend that everything was normal.

The staff in the corner in charge of handing out tags to people in the queue happened to be a male worker, who stared with wide jaws as Sydney walked out in nothing but her underwear towards him at the start of the queue. His jaw reached the floor when Sydney went beyond that, walking out towards the store, drawing stares from every single person in the queue.

Grabbing Kent and tugging him hard behind her, Sydney quickly led him back to her cubicle. She was more than aware of the eyes following her every step. Her audience was also more than aware of the plug in her, the outline clearly visible in the thin panties Sydney was wearing. Sydney could only sincerely wish that no one took a photo of her (or them) less she appeared on a notorious website who paid contributors $50 for each photo they submitted.

Finally locking the door behind herself and Kent, Sydney let loose her held breath, a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“You liked it didn’t you” Kent whispered.

“You’re such a slut” Kent continued as he reached in and tugged playfully on Sydney’s plug.

“Ughhh, nooo” Sydney moaned, the sensation of the plug being shifting too much for her to bear.

Tugging on her plug repeatedly, Sydney tried her best not to moan. But they both knew it was an impossible task, especially now that Kent had reactivated the bullet and placed in adjacent to Sydney’s sensitive nub between her legs. Louder and louder moans started escaping Sydney’s mouth at an increasing frequency, drawing the attention of the male staff who happened to be on shift at that particular time by himself.

The male staff had never met such a situation before and being a part-timer, he had completely no idea what to do. It’s not like he could go off running to find his supervisor either since the changing room queue had to be manned all the time.

Fortunately, the moans weren’t loud enough for the queue to hear, but he had no doubt the adjacent cubicles were getting an earful.

In the midst of his hesitation, he saw a bra fly out over the top from the couple’s cubicle. It seemed to be the baby blue wireless bra that the girl just now was wearing! The next second, the cubicle door swung open (fortunately on the other side) and the girl came running after it, completely topless but clutching her chest, as she hurried to collect it and lock the doors behind her. The whole thing took less than five seconds, but ample time for the staff to see everything he had wanted to.

Sydney slammed the door hard behind her and locked it quickly. That was crazy, going out topless like that. She was 100% sure the staff in the corner folding clothes saw her although she tried her best to avoid eye contact.

“Well done. I’m sure you loved that too. Now suck me like how you sucked Alex” Kent commanded, turning the bullet to the max again while Sydney dropped to her knees for the second time that day.

Without warning, Sydney felt Kent exploding in her mouth, pulling out and continuing to spill over her boobs and the floor. Not panicking one bit, Sydney watched as Kent took the clothes meant for her to try to wipe her and the floor down. Bunching them together in a ball before the couple dressed and walked out, tossing the ball of clothes (with his cum) to the male staff in the corner.

Later that night…

[fowlmouth]

Nice update bro, pls continue..

[improbable]

Very juicy story, please continue bro!!

[MichaelCarLick]

Camping for more updates.

[babelia]

So very nice, hoping for more updates

[GreenWitch]

Fantastic story bro, please keep going ;)

[antyhowacc]

Writer's Note: A little anti-climatic because 21.1 - 21.3 was supposed to be one episode.

Episode 21.3

It was five past midnight when Kent finally decided to lead Sydney back towards the mrt station heading back to their residence. Train frequencies were now low, each with train taking 7 to 10 minutes apart. The last train was about 2 or 3 trains away and Sydney was getting pretty worried that they may miss it.

Kent however seemed to be unconcerned, strolling to the platform with Sydney hand in hand. Upon reaching the platform though, he seemed to be leading Sydney somewhere as he constantly looked overhead as if searching for something elevated.

Finally in the corner behind a square pillar, Kent seem to be satisfied as he begin kissing Sydney, trapping her with her back against the pillar and engaging her in a fierce tongue battle. Sydney had no idea what was going on, but she wasn’t going to miss a make-out session with Kent, although she very much would not want to miss the train back.

The worry grew real as a barely empty train stopped and left the station, leaving Sydney to wonder if it was the last train. Pausing, Kent extended his neck out for a moment, returning with a smile and a face with incredible purpose as he begin unzipping Sydney’s hoodie.

“We have 9 minutes” was all Kent said as Sydney’s slider reached the bottom stop, the zipper came splitting apart and her hoodie was slipped off her shoulders, leaving her completely topless again. Returning to the tongue fight, Sydney hooked her arms around her lover’s neck while Kent dropped Sydney’s FBTs around her ankles, thumbing her sex and openly penetrated her love cave with his fingers, occasionally coming into contact with the plug that was still in Sydney.

Sydney moaned hard, but thankfully Kent kept his mouth on her the whole time so it was muffled as Sydney clutched at Kent urgently, her nails digging into the skin of Kent’s nape. Kent reciprocated the intensity down below, fast, efficient strokes plummeting into Sydney brought her quickly to the brink of an orgasm.

And then she did.

The orgasm hit Sydney like the crescendo of a song, pulling taut all the muscles in her body in an instant, keeping them there if only Kent would keep going. But he didn’t, and it collapsed. Like a bear pulling a paw out of the honeypot, Kent pulled out his hand, strands stretched as he brought it to his lips and tasted Sydney. With the stopper removed, the contents of the pot spilled outwards in a glob, wetting the floor around Sydney.

And just in time they were, for the couple first felt then heard the rumble of a train pulling into the station.

Pulling up her FBTs, the train halted to a stop as Sydney put on her hoodie and struggled with the zipper.

When the train doors opened, Sydney had only barely gotten the zippers aligned, half panicking while pushing the insert pin into the box pin with the slider still all the way at the bottom, leaving a generous cleavage available for view.

Thankfully, the only person who was in view when the train doors opened was too engrossed in his mobile game to notice.

The couple returned to Kent’s room and finally copulated for the first time that night, Sydney riding herself to another satisfactory orgasm while Alex looked on from his side of the room, reaching his own.

[VRossi1980]

love this story, waiting here for more juicy updates.

[fartonyrface]

Nice share TS, please keep going :)

[antyhowacc]

Episode 22.1

The night with the Director haunted Chelsea, as vivid and tangible when her mind raced while her body rested. For Chelsea, these traumatic events turned like earthquakes, plausibly dormant for long periods of time, yet able to occur quickly, one next to the other. Analogous to the Richter magnitude scale, moving a point up (say from a 6.0 to 7.0) represents a tenfold increase and occurrences are inversely proportional to the trauma.

Or in simpler words, trauma experiences are felt exponentially and one continues to grip Chelsea tightly.

Which explains why Chelsea freaked out the moment she was informed that the Director was asking after her. As if to pay back the favour for allowing the heinous acts performed, the Director was asking to cast Chelsea as the female lead for one of the lesser known series that he was to start filming for. Nothing big like your prime-time hour dramas on television, but nothing to scoff at either.

Jeremy and Vince were naturally happy for her, their investment seemingly paying off, encouraging her and repeatedly convincing Chelsea what a great opportunity this was. Their warm, joyful mood rolled over like the enthusiastic wave that crashed into the stoic rock face of the cliff and dissipated into foam when Chelsea resolutely refused.

Adamant, Chelsea was not to be swayed in spite of Jeremy and Vince’s best efforts and they disappointing conceded.

The ramifications were much more severe than they thought however. Almost instantly Chelsea stopped receiving any casting offers, barely even registering on people in the entertainment industry’s minds for casting interviews. Like a star, she burned brightly in the scene, for barely a while before it descended into the darkness, silently.

Frustrated at the turn of events, it appears that the strategy of leveraging their online popularity into something more formal like showbiz was no longer possible. And like the chinese saying - woes don’t come alone - school problems were beginning to catch up with the trio who had invested much effort into exploring this path, only to have it shut tightly in their faces.

They were enrolled into the same module in their residence, it being compulsory for them to continue staying at their current dormitory and had project work portions embedded in the curriculum. Fighting hard to be in the same group due to their common interest, luck was running out as the deadline drew closer, as inevitable as the sun’s ascend each morning. The trio were not only clueless as to what to do about it, they were completely oblivious as to the concepts taught in class.

Akin to what many undergraduates would have done, the trio agreed to schedule an appointment with the Professor in charge of the module (who happens to stay on campus as he wasn’t local) to at least beg for an extension.

The moment finally arrived, when the trio stepped through and came face to face with a professor they barely knew, having skipped most, if not all of his lectures thus far. It was a familiar sight for the Professor however, and students tend to have the usual requests.

Just as the Professor envisioned, talks about dreams and tight schedules, heavy workloads and best efforts they were unable to finish. Pleas of how their case is really special, why they really deserve the extension plays out in front of him.

All in a day’s work.

And just like many others, a curt dismissal was the response he gave. The Professor pointed to the many reminders he had given along the way, if only they had attended his classes. He pointed to the tips and tricks he had imparted, the strict deadline he had insisted, the no-excuse allowed rules he had implemented. No exceptions.

Usually at this point, the Professor would see his poor students’ soul leave their bodies, their passion replaced by depression as the fight went out of them. Hushed whispers of emergency plans would usually take place after they have left, his office door firmly shut, or occasionally slammed.

But it wasn’t happening here.

Instead, hushed discussions between the two gentlemen were taking place right in front of him, the contents barely audible, instead of beyond the Professor’s office door. Perhaps even more salient was the fact that the demure lady dressed in a tight T-shirt and modest shorts with nerdy black-rimmed spectacles was not part of the deliberations, nor was she exactly trying to be.

Now that was surprising.

The Professor knew how important his module was. Compulsory for the resident’s stay in the residence, compulsory for the students’ graduation. Based on what little information the Professor looked through on the students’ profile prior to the appointment, he minimally knew that graduation was soon to be on the cards, and their grades were not exactly excellent.

“No matter, the ball is in their court” the Professor thought, and waited patiently.

“Prof, we really just need a one-week extension” the guy named Jeremy stated.

“I’m sorry, I cannot do that, that would be immensely unfair to your classmates who abided by the rules.” the Professor calmly replied.

“Even if we offer this...?” Jeremy answered, stepping forward and placing his hands around Chelsea’s waist…

[duyan]

Good update TS, camping here for more:)

[antyhowacc]

Episode 22.2

Before the Professor could even clarify, Jeremy tugged Chelsea’s shorts down, leaving her only in her panties, while she stood across the desk from the Professor. Chelsea could only hide her face in her palms now that things have cascaded to this point, ashamed that things had to turn out this way, although she knew right from the get-go such a possibility existed.

The Professor was stunned in his seat. Sure, it wasn’t the first time a female student suggested using their sexuality for academic purposes, but it has usually been in the form of suggestions, hints and discrete innuendos. Not this blatant behaviour.

Especially not with so many people around.

It was surreal as the scene unfolded before the Professor’s eyes, the girl named Chelsea completely naked from the waist down now. Her figure is excellent one had to admit and the forbidden fruit of young flesh sparked a jolt in him. The professor could feel his own erection coming as the lady spread apart her legs ever so slightly after a whisper from her partner-in-crime, before being plunged into by two expert fingers.

When they finally withdrew, the fingers were coated with sweet nectar from the flower. She was irresistible.

After a nudge, the girl named Chelsea approached, her eyes still shy and her front clean like no others the Professor had seen before. Crossing the invisible boundary that the Professor’s desk had served, she knelt before him and reached for his zipper.

A desperate call to arms sounded in the Professor’s head when her soft palms came into contact with his pants. Truly the last line of defence, the Professor held her hands and stopped her advance.

“You really don’t have to do this you know.”

A moment of hesitation gripped the girl named Chelsea. It was a brief pause, yet clear as day to anyone who was watching. It was as if the choice was seriously considered, and seriously tossed away.

“I need to pass this module” came the soft reply, the only time the girl named Chelsea spoke the entire time. And the rest was history.

“We’ll get to work right away. Thank you Prof” announced Jeremy, excusing himself and Vince when he saw that the Professor was re-positioning Chelsea on his desk.

Bent over on the Professor’s desk, Chelsea stared straight ahead at the door that Vince had just closed behind him. She felt herself occupied gently as she wondered about choices. When it was the Director asking her to do unspeakable stuff, Chelsea knew she didn’t have a choice. Yet the Professor gave her a clear one, one that could potentially represent salvation. The Professor was most definitely in a position to help her get out of whatever mess she had with Jeremy and Vince. He witnessed first-hand how they had just treated her, and would likely be able to corroborate her statements if Chelsea had chosen to go to the authorities.

So why didn’t she agree, Chelsea pondered.

But her thoughts evaporated as the action between her legs intensified, seemingly the answer to life’s deepest questions. The Professor was kind enough to put on a condom before penetration and seemed to refuse to come before Chelsea did, working and edging Chelsea until she howled towards the ceiling in a crescendo that prompted the Professor’s own release.

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Episode 23

The ramifications of rejecting the Director was never fully appreciated.

Work became hard to come by, despite the same efforts. Understanding how limited her areas of development has become has also ironically led to Chelsea taking away all limits when it comes to obtaining fame.

Rather than mainstream media, showbiz, Chelsea now instead had to leverage on her online career and stretch into other platforms such as YouTube, TikTok and SnapChat for growth opportunities. Chelsea made understood the need to make full use of her sexuality, often raising hard rods in the 15 seconds one was afforded in TikTok.

In the YouTube scene, Chelsea agreed with Jeremy and Vince not to open her own channel, instead to join in on the productions and videos of the spiciest, seediest channels in the region. They were trying to mold Chelsea’s image to become the go-to girl if the video/production required anything too spicy, too sexual that others would hesitate at, give pause for. A good bit would stop at bikinis, while a few cream of the crop accepted lingerie. For Chelsea, it didn’t matter exactly what it was, Chelsea understood her disadvantaged position and was only game for more.

Literally stripping or being stripped in front of the camera? Chelsea would take it.
Appear braless on a talk show for views? Chelsea is your girl.
Someone who is willing to be fully nude from the back? Who else?
To not only be in a bikini but also being tied-up? No questions from Chelsea.
Something that involves the girl actually being touched and roughed up? Chelsea’s second nature.

Even being fully nude on set wouldn’t drive her away.

The first YouTube video Chelsea participated though, only featured her in a low-cut, U-neck white top, with her chest heavily padded and jean shorts that showed off half her butt cheeks, making traditional panties impossible and a thong the only possible undergarment. It was to taste and guess the mixtures of drinks and Chelsea was to bend forward whenever she had to take a sip from the straws, showcasing her generous cleavage. To justify the shorts, they even scripted “accidents” where things fell off the table and she had to bend over to pick them up, the lenses focusing on her buttcheeks all the while.

It was most definitely a hit judging by the jump in the number of followers on her instagram account the day the video was posted.

Chelsea would participate in similar videos designed to leverage on her sexuality, such as acting as a slutty girlfriend at the gym seducing other guys, or a bimbo at the beach who had to strip from normal clothes into her bikini. She would sometimes end up having to do forfeits like peel open bananas with only her mouth, remove her bra with clothes on and flash it at the camera, or even read passages from sexual books with a vibrator in her. There was even one case where she had to compete to jerk off guys. A real throwback to how she started on this path, an irony in itself that Chelsea didn’t miss.

There were also seemingly more innocuous videos where they discussed about Chelsea’s experiences, such as what age Chelsea was when she lost her virginity, whether she was shaved below, her favourite sex position, which she truthfully answered. Yet even those required her to be visually appealing.

Perhaps most importantly, was how cooperative Chelsea was, always giving in to the demands the producers may have and the views that these daring acts generated.

The sky's the limit for producers looking to collaborate with Chelsea, although in truth the more practical limit is the youtube community guidelines, where channels practically can’t go overboard or their videos and/or channels will be banned. All these and Chelsea took it in stride, her job scope for her career. Chelsea didn’t even complain if producers used the chance to crop a feel of her, understanding now that this is part and parcel of the industry.

What Chelsea was about to do next however, was not in her job scope.

She pressed the doorbell of the apartment, a place undergraduates like her are often not allowed. Chelsea was in office attire, white, straight blouse with a black knee length pencil skirt. She felt both slutty and not slutty at the same time, which was weird. Perhaps it had something to do with how professional she looked, compared to what she was about to do. Nonetheless, it was an outfit she doesn’t appear in often and she was not going to miss the opportunity to put it up on her page, and let more horny boys imagine what they can do to her.

The person who opened the door doesn’t need to imagine though.

A brief greeting was exchanged and Chelsea stepped through. She had never been here before, but she knew exactly what she was here for.

Chelsea needed no further prompt as she heard the wooden door close behind her and a simple command, “Strip”.

And so Chelsea did. Folding her clothes neatly at the side just behind the door, completely nude in someone else’s apartment.

The Professor smiled.

Hands behind his back, his eyes appraised her, causing Chelsea to blush. He touched her once, a brief contact on the small of her back, nudging her to begin her task.

And so Chelsea did.

The Professor retreated to his study, working on the next item on his to-do list and Chelsea went around doing his chores. From vacuuming to ironing his shirts, Chelsea buzzed around, at ease with the chores since she’d been doing her own all this while.

Chelsea would catch the Professor looking at her occasionally, but instead of him shying his gaze away for someone who was caught red-handed, Chelsea was the one who averted his gaze, shy at the circumstances.

Tidying up each of his rooms, sorting the trash, washing and cleaning cutlery, Chelsea was intending to report her completion, heading towards the study where the Professor was situated when she heard the Professor’s voice, engaged in a heated conversation, him emphasizing with clear enunciation words that wasn’t directed at her.

As Chelsea stepped through the doors of the study, the Professor paused, caught halfway in his sentence and losing his train of thought. Catching himself, he quickly resumed the conversation, determined to prove his point, although his eyes continued to trace Chelsea as she came closer, silently.

He just couldn’t keep his eyes off his nubile, young body. Firm and smooth. Slightly tanned with a visible bikini tan line, yet alluring in every way possible. The Professor began to slip up, losing touch with what his correspondent was saying as Chelsea knelt before him, for the second time in his life and gobbled him up.

The Professor’s drive to win the argument dissipated, his will lost in the sensations his body was transmitting. He quickly dismissed the correspondent on the other end of the telephone, knowing that the battle was for another day. Grabbing a tuft of Chelsea’s hair when he finally put down the phone, the Professor forced himself deeper than he had ever gone before, and shocked himself when Chelsea simply took it in stride.

Guilty at losing himself, the Professor pulled out, and signalled for Chelsea to rise before lifting her in a bridal carry into his bedroom, where he returned the favour and ate her out as Chelsea laid face-up, her legs apart.

Grabbing a condom from the bedside drawer, the Professor buried himself in Chelsea, missionary style so he could stare at her young, pretty face as he moved in her and drew her towards her peak.

The pace was agonizingly slow to Chelsea, who was so used to hard and fast fucking she got from the guys. Chelsea wrapped her arms behind the nape of the Professor, trying to move in tandem to get him to speed up. His gaze was intense as usual, and it was beginning to have an effect on Chelsea.

Unbearable, Chelsea twisted sideways hard, flipping the professor onto the bed as she mounted him, too fast for him to react. In control, Chelsea rode hard, chasing her own high again and again as the Professor played with her sensitive nub and nipples.

Chelsea had lost count of how many times she came this way when the Professor was finally done, his stamina impressive for someone his age.

Finally done with her task, Chelsea wiped herself dry with a spare towel and returned to the door where her garments lay, resuming her office wear. The Professor was still horizontal in his bedroom when Chelsea was done, so Chelsea went in to bid goodbye.

Mannered, the Professor walked to his door, mesmerized at the way Chelsea’s hips moved in her tight, black pencil skirt. The shape of her butt fully filling the skirt, her panty-line hard pressed into the fabric.

Despite himself, the Professor lunged.

Trapping Chelsea in between himself and the door, his hands reached into her skirt and pulled, his rod coming back to life. Tugging Chelsea’s pelvis back, for a better angle, the Professor skewered Chelsea lustfully, drawing a sensual moan from her. He had forgotten to put on a condom, but the Professor couldn’t care less, fully primal.

Chelsea was shocked at the sudden change of events, but even her appreciated the kinkiness of the gesture and was soon moaning hard herself. Her chest hurt from repeatedly being slammed into the wooden door but she was too horny to care. It was fast, it was quick and Chelsea screamed for the Professor to cum inside her.

And he did.

He also kept the panties that he forcefully stripped. Chelsea sent him a photo of her leaking womanhood when she returned to her room minutes later, commemorating their session and driving the Professor crazy again on the other end of the mobile phone.

[madpig88]

Thanks for sharing this nice story TS, look forward to your next updates.

[slyhypo]

Thank you for the exciting updates.

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[PurpleFace]

Enjoying the story, please continue TS :)

[grimsby]

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[CrybabyRonado7]

TS is a fantastic story writer.

[Mexico1970]

So very nice story. Thanks and hope to read more...;)

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Writer's note: Been a while since I've seen so many comments to an update of the story. Thank you all for your kind words, you're the reason I endeavor to finish this story.

Episode 24.1

Sydney stabbed the cylindrical, wrapped ground meat with her fork, oblivious to the din of conversations, sounds of laughter, pace of life going on around her.

She was almost done with her dinner, and as usual, liked to leave the food she loved best for the last. Yet instead of biting right into it, Sydney wrapped her lips around it, the grease lightly applying a coating of gloss, pretending to pull it in further while her eyes remained locked on her meal companion.

“Haha, cut it out.” Kent replied, before staring dead serious at Sydney and winked, signalling the start of her mission.

A few nights ago...

Sydney and Kent were studying together in Kent’s room for their upcoming papers when they began to get bored at the slow and monotonous pace that they were going. With his devil’s horns growing, Kent began to get touchy, mildly irritating Sydney who had quite a few chapters to complete.

Sydney knew sex was on the menu on some part of the night, but she had genuinely hoped for a little more progress. Pain before pleasure right?

Firmly rejected, Kent’s mind did not focus back on his books, but instead sought the edges of his imagination for what could be concocted for the latter part of the evening. The unofficial terms in exchange for waiting while Sydney completed her to-do chapters…

“I’m done, I’m done, I’m done!” Sydney cheerfully announced, pulling Kent’s attention away from his phone.

“Thank you sooo much for waiting! What would you like to do to me now…?” Sydney stated seductively, slipping off her shorts as she approached.

“Heh, something a little more fun. Let me help you with that.” Kent replied, ensuring that Sydney was left with nothing on.

Pulling out an apron, Kent instructed Sydney to put in on and make instant noodles for him in the shared kitchen down the corridor wearing nothing else. If Sydney could successfully complete it, she would win the bet. But if she gave up halfway, or met anyone during her task, it would be considered that she lost and Kent gets to pick another task for her.

Sydney rolled her eyes at the task. Typical male lizard brain. She checked herself in the mirror. The apron covered everything important from the front, and even her nipples weren’t showing through the fabric, a little unexpected delight.

From the back however, nothing was left to the imagination. Apart from her butt that was clearly in view, her full back was exposed, leaving no doubt that she had nothing on elsewhere either. Furthermore, if she was to be cooking at the stove, that would mean that her back would be exposed to whoever popped by. Passer-bys won’t even have to enter the kitchen to know that she had nothing else on since the kitchen did not have a door. Worse, Sydney may not even realise that people have passed her by.

Yet, Sydney knew there was no way she would back down from the challenge. After all, they had done much worse by now right?

It is therefore with timid steps that Sydney took, peering outside the room door to ensure the coast was clear, before trying to be as quiet and discreet as possible as she walked towards the kitchen. It was an impossible task given how fast her heart was racing. Sydney also now realised she need not even reach the kitchen for people to see her exposed back.

“It is what is is” she thought, her mind focused on the task.

Fortunately enough, there was no one in the kitchen when Sydney entered. She bent down to the drawers for a pot, her heart still thumping loudly against her chest, her slit without a doubt exposed high up in the night air. Scavenging amongst the shared fridge for an egg or something she could use while the water boils, Sydney’s heart skipped a beat when she felt a hand on her the small of her back.

Almost screaming out, Sydney looked behind to see a grinning Kent smirking at her.

Relieved, she continued with her task, made impossibly slow as Kent distracted her with brushes and strokes all over her skin. Sydney felt herself tickled, aroused and craving and cut the exercise short once she thought the noodles were decently cooked.

Thinking the adventure to be over, the couple proceeded back to Kent’s room, but was waylaid by a hallmate in the corridor. Exchanging the default greetings, Sydney sulked at how she was that close to winning, rather than worrying about her current state of wear.

Kent didn’t, and palmed her butt cheek as a kind reminder, instantly making Sydney alert and aware. Praying that the hallmate would not turn and look back after the conversation was done, Sydney rushed back into the room without looking back herself, resigning herself to never knowing.

Sydney’s apron was kept on the whole remaining time, although it certainly did not prevent her from reaching her orgasms, nor making Kent reach his.

[Orange22]

Very nice story bro, please continue!

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Episode 24.2

Sydney’s mind returned to the night with the apron, her loins warming a little at the thought. Now for the task ahead that she had to do for losing that bet. Sydney constantly wondered how it was a fair bet to begin with, but she had to admit she did agree to the terms of it.

Scanning across the hall, Sydney’s eyes freewheeled across neat rows of tables and benches. She quickly realised she was only catching half the people in the dining hall, for the other half had their backs to her.

Changing strategy, Sydney rose from her seat and prowled, a hunter in search of prey while Kent observed from their place. Clearly, people whom she knew or recognized were not in the appropriate category, but in such a small circle where interactions with many were often, it is not hard to find people who fulfilled her category, unless their nationality was debatable.
Minutes after sticking out like a sore thumb in a buzzling space of activity, Sydney spotted her target, a chinese male who prima facie appears to be a junior, although it does not necessarily mean that Sydney is older in terms of age. Short neat hair, black-framed spectacles and a decent height, it was a perfect choice for Sydney and her plans. One which she quickly seized upon and executed.

Sydney pounced when she saw her prey getting up to return his tray. Isolated, she approached, intentions ablaze to any curious observer.

“Hello!” Sydney squeaked as she pretended to trip and fall just in range of her prey. Crashing directly into him, Sydney clung onto him and she sought her balance, coping a feel of her prey.

“Mmm, he smells nice” Sydney thought as she recovered from her “mishap”. Thanking him for the help, Sydney introduced herself and stared starry-eyed at him while he introduced himself as Tyler. Chatting Tyler up, Sydney hooked her forearms around Tyler’s biceps such that her own boobs were in contact with him as she continued nonchalantly about how strong he is and how safe Sydney felt around her.

Sydney couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of Tyler blushing a crimson red, his ears the colour of ripe tomatoes. He couldn’t even form a proper, coherent sentence to respond and Sydney knew she had him, hook line and sinker.

Pushing his buttons further, Sydney leaned in close, tiptoeing a fair bit until her breath lands onto his neck and whispered for him to meet her back here in the canteen at 2.30am for a surprise. As if to make the salient point even more obvious, Sydney lightly patted Tyler’s ass after her command, before strolling away casually as if nothing had happened in the direction of the restroom.

Tyler was rooted to the spot, speechless, as he saw Sydney’s shadow retreat. He had encountered nothing like the sort ever in his life. It appears that the signal was clear and of a sexual nature, yet Tyler wasn’t sure what to make of it. What he knew was that he remained rock solid below ever since his forearm rubbed against what he knew instinctively was soft breasts. Tyler wanted so much to discuss what had just happened with his friends, yet a part of him knew they would never believe him, or persuade him that it was nothing more than a prank.

But Tyler knew nothing was going to stop him from showing up, if only to see where this ends, regardless of the consequences...

[queeheng]

Jolly good story TS, enjoy reading it :D

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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…

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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.

[Ergocomics]

Cheers to TS, please write more

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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.

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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?

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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...

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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.

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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.

[antyhowacc]

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.

[lobangkingz]

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[antyhowacc]

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…

[antyhowacc]

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.

[KTVbuddy]

setting up my tent here for more of this story.

[JJMagic]

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[JustSlapIT49]

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[meijipcc]

great story, enjoy reading it. look forward to your next update TS.

[antyhowacc]

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.

[antyhowacc]

Episode 33

For Sydney, life after graduation was very different. She had found a boring 9 to 5 job in a SME, and her only solace was the secret hobby she had, her adventures after work.

She was glad to be away from all the drama in school. Kent, Tyler and the boys, instead finding herself proud of her sexuality and understanding what truly satisfies her, her preferences on bed and how to utilise her charms.

School has indeed equipped her well.

It was also precisely her experiences in school that led her into the brilliant idea of generating two personas.

With “Sydney”, she dressed like her normal self, generally conservative, her tinder bio barely deviating from her university days, the occasional hook-ups a sweet serving of consensual sex. Generally not as popular, and definitely less used.

With “Swansea”, the name inspired by Tyler, Sydney was a different person. With her ballroom mask on, her profiles on social media, Tinder and the like had nothing else on, her preferences bold and daring. The persona in search of the adventurous and audacious.

As “Sydney”, she may find herself a nice dinner date, maybe even a movie before a quiet night of passionate activity, usually within the privacy of a certain budget hotel chain in Singapore. Fortunate partners may even get a second date with the sweet and average looking girl who was an above average moaner in bed.

With “Swansea”, she was a beast. Frequently equipped with nothing more than just her favorite ballroom mask, Sydney partook in the best that the world could offer, in a personality opposite to her usual self, her inner demons released under the slim cover that barely hides half her face.

“Swansea” could be found in hotel rooms not uncommon to “Sydney”, but they were rarely with just one male, although “Swansea” was frequently the only female. “Swansea” rarely rejected a request, acceding, accepting and enjoying whatever her partners may offer, although the partners “Swansea” engaged in hardly repeated. “Swansea” had no qualms about letting all of her orifices be used, even simultaneously, learning instead how best to enjoy herself in such scenarios.

It was “Swansea” who had found herself confidently walking out of the ladies at the beach with only her favorite mask, a sun hat and a nipple chain hanging between her tits. Her mouth occupied minutes later while men lathered her with sunblock.

The same “Swansea” who walked into a club with her ballroom mask, a black tube bra and a miniskirt to meet her date, who soon encouraged her legs to be coaxed wide apart on the sofa while some fed her alcohol and tongues of many others lapped at the free flowing alcohol down her womanhood.

She even found that she was not opposed to cosplaying, since otakus were some of the most creative people sexually due to the depressing number of pornographic material they had gone through. Roleplaying as anime characters while other anime characters fucked themselves silly using “Swansea” often generated an intense session, where fantasy attempted to breach reality.

Even extremities like hot wax and BDSM were within her comfort zones, only stopping when “Swansea” tried women and decided that she didn’t like that as much.

A night of “Swansea” usually perked Sydney up well enough to enjoy her next day back at work, sore and hurting so that the quiet, demure average looking office lady have to sit delicately in her nice little corner of the office.

=End of Whole story=

[JustANewbie]

Thanks so much for sharing this nice story.