(Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy

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Before Jasmine's eyes could adjust to the light when the lid of the trunk was popped open, she was greeted by loud, raucous laughter and instinctively shied away. Of course, still handcuffed and exposed, she could barely move her head away and was forced to remain staring upwards, fun bags thrust out and on display.

"Fuckslut for special delivery to the presidential suite." came Fred's voice.

Squinting, Jasmine saw Fred peering down at her pathetic form. To add to her humiliation, he was accompanied by two young men who looked amused, clearly enjoying the sight of her naked body. Worse still, they looked like they were barely 18!



Fred immediately reached over and hoisted her body up. This time, he used both hands, in between her back and her arms, lifting her up easily. Despite being naked, Jasmine felt somewhat relieved that he had not lifted her up from inside her bare and exposed pussy again.

She was placed on a small silver push-cart, her shaved pussy conveniently facing the front. Still forced to be in the reverse hogtie, her legs were extremely numb.

Her eyes now properly adjusted to the light, Jasmine was able to get a better look at the two young men. They were dressed in some sort of red and white uniform. She figured they were hotel staff, and was slightly surprised, having expected to be brought to Xavier's home. Then, Jasmine realized that their name tags both read 'Temp'. For some reason, this brought a strong wave of humiliation over her. It was as though some part of her, still proud, would be more comfortable being naked and exposed to permanent staff, rather than having her bare curvaceous naked body being casually observed by the two teenagers who were probably only working at the hotel part-time. She wondered what they must think of her, their eyes roaming freely all over her evenly tanned skin.

Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in some sort of freight deposit area.

More humiliation was due, as the relief at not having had her tight and still-juicy snatch impaled soon evaporated, when Fred nonchalantly dipped his index finger INTO her, using her natural female lubricant to separate his bunch of bills in order to hand the two teenagers their tips. When he was done, he again used her luscious blonde hair to clean off his fingers, which the two temps got a good laugh at. Jasmine felt terrible having her moist cunt penetrated so casually in front of the strangers, but all she could do was remain helpless and vulnerable in the erotic position.

Then, she was on the move again.

The two young men pushed the cart slowly, obviously enjoying the sight of the naked bombshell and the power they had over her.

It hit Jasmine somewhere along the "ride" that her dress and heels were not with her, and she hoped that some arrangements had been made for them. The thought of being completely naked in a strange hotel without access to any clothing at all was unsettling.

"Hey Bobby!" came a voice.

"What's up, Chad?" apparently, Bobby was one of her "deliverers".

"Where're you headed?" Chad replied.

Jasmine could hear his voice getting closer.

"Oh nice!!" and, it didn't take Chad long at all to catch sight of her beautiful naked body, stretched out and helpless.

"Yeah, another fuckslut for the suite." Bobby replied, absent-mindedly twiddling Jasmine's firm nipples.



Chad quickly whipped out his phone and snapped a few pictures, zooming in on Jasmine's parted thighs.

"Man, look at this slut. She obviously tans naked!" he commented.

"Hey fuckslut," Bobby said, slapping Jasmine's big tits lightly, "What's your name?"

"Uh.." Jasmine replied, extremely humiliated by the fact that she was being manhandled and molested so casually, "I am.. Dit.. Ditzy Tits.."

"Tits, do you tan naked?" Chad asked, laughing.

"Yes.. Yes.." Jasmine replied softly.

"See, I knew it," Chad continued, "Bet lots of people have seen you naked and tanning huh? Probably in public?"

"Uh.. Yes.. People have seen me tanning naked.." Jasmine said, mortified.

"Be a good slut and spread your legs wider, alright Tits? Let me get a good look at that shaved twat." Chad winked at her.

More pictures of Jasmine's most intimate area, now nicely exposed for the men's viewing between her splayed thighs, were soon added to Chad's collection. He dragged two fingers slowly over the sides of her sticky slit.

"Soft and smooth, just how I like it!" he said.

"Ah, we better be on our way. Can't be late." Bobby said, now flicking Jasmine's erect nipples using his middle finger. He sounded disappointed.

"Oh yeah, I got distracted by the dumb slut's body. Actually, I was about to ask you guys whether you could help me deliver a keg up to the kitchen. It's just a level up. And you'll be taking the service elevator up to the suite anyway." Chad said.

"Sure thing." Bobby replied.

Unfortunately, getting the keg onto the push-cart wasn't that straightforward. Fred had placed Jasmine's naked body parallel to the length of the push-cart, spread pussy facing the front. He had probably intended for anyone walking past to be greeted first by her shaved slit winking at them. But the silver cart was not particularly large, and this was proving to be an inefficient use of space now that they needed to load the cylindrical keg on as well.

The men pondered the situation for a couple of seconds, then the other teenager spoke.

"How about we put the fuckslut horizontal, with the keg resting against the handle? Like, keg behind, fuckslut in front." he said.

"Oh. Good idea, Mike!" Bobby replied.

Jasmine flushed red, half from embarrassment, half from annoyance. As soon as she had hit puberty, Jasmine knew full well that she was sexy, smart and beautiful. She was a cocktease; she loved the attention and having as much of the male population be desperate for her. She had always thought of herself as the epitome of desirability and she would make men work their hardest just to spend time with her, let alone have the "honour" of touching her. Now, she was completely naked and barefoot on a cheap push-cart and restrained in a reverse hogtie. Even more humiliating was the fact that they were discussing her naked body as though she was nothing but an OBJECT! It was as though she mattered as much to them as the beer keg, mere items that they had to organize on the cart.



It made things worse when Bobby and Mike began to pick her up and shift her around on the cart like a common household appliance.

Her fun bags bounced when Bobby lifted her up using her left forearm and left shin, Mike her right arm and leg. However, due to their failure to coordinate their grips, her legs were parted even wider, causing her smoothly shaven snatch to be spread obscenely wide.

After Chad had placed the keg against the handle of the car, the men eventually got her naked body into position, checking to make sure that her bare ass was safely within the boundary of the push-cart's platform.

Finally, Mike and Bobby pushed the cart towards the nearby service elevator.

"Right, what you got here?" a grizzly middle-aged man sitting at the counter beside the elevator asked, "Don't forget to log your deliverables."

"One beer keg for the kitchen, and.. One fuckslut for the presidential suite!" Bobby said.

The man chuckled and handed Bobby a small logbook.

However, instead of using the table, Bobby placed the book on her firm and thrust-out tits! The helpless Jasmine had the indignity of having her naked body used as a table as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. The group was obviously amused as Bobby scribbled some words on a page, patting her 36Fs melons affectionately when he was done.

A minute or so later, the naked Jasmine, along with the two teenagers, were finally in the service elevator. Shortly after, a 'ding' indicated that they had reached the kitchen level, and Bobby checked his watch.



"Ah, damn it. We might be late. Why don't you take the keg over to the kitchen while I grab the decorations from the storeroom?" he told Mike.

"Yeah, sure." Mike replied, "I was hoping to give the kitchen staff a tour of the skank. But we really are behind schedule."

Jasmine blushed, insulted. Mike had casually discussed people getting A TOUR OF HER NAKED BODY - it was as if she were a tourist attraction of some sort. She was glad, however, that time was on her side, and her big tits and shaved pussy would be kept private for now. At least, as private as being spread out completely naked on a push-cart was..

They exited the elevator, and Mike pulled the keg off from beside Jasmine, walking off quickly.

Bobby wheeled her over to a small door nearby, then entered the room. Jasmine was left in the corridor, naked and exposed.

"Fuck." she thought to herself, hoping that no one would walk by.

This time, the naked blonde was lucky. Mike came out of the room barely a minute later, holding onto a rectangular box.

Jasmine wondered what was in the box as she was pushed back towards the elevator. Mike rejoined them just in time for the 'ding' which indicated that the elevator had arrived.

It was a long way up to their next destination; Jasmine estimated it to be about 30 floors or so. She even managed to zone out for a moment, thoughts lingering on where her skimpy red dress and slut heels were, as Bobby and Mike began to talk about video games while attempting to balance the thin box between her deep cleavage.



Soon, they were in front of a posh-looking wooden door. It seemed to be the only door on the entire floor. Jasmine was relieved, realizing that there was hardly any chance of someone coming by and seeing her naked in the corridor.

Mike knocked and they waited for a few seconds.

"Phew. Ok. He's not here yet." Bobby said.

They slid their masterkey into the door. The lights immediately came on, and they pushed Jasmine into the room.

"Alright, gotta make it quick." Bobby continued, as the door shut behind them.

"Usual arrangement, then?" Mike said.

Bobby nodded.

"I'll get the controller for the Rack." Mike walked away hurriedly as Jasmine was wheeled towards the wall directly opposite the main door.

Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in the living room of the grand suite. It was huge. In fact, from the angle she was in, it seemed to be the size of the entire ground floor of her home.

Bobby stopped the cart in front of the wall, where a strange contraption occupied the fairly sizable space between two large paintings.

Jasmine craned her head to the side to get a better look at the Rack. At first, she thought it was a golden triangle. However, the base of the triangle was missing; instead, there was a foot-and-a-half gap between the two ends pointing towards the ground. The weird structure was more like an inverted 'V', made of a shiny golden cylindrical tube that was about as thick as a tuboid fluorescent lamp. The tip of the inverted 'V' seemed to be the only part attached to the ceiling.



"Ok, got it." Mike said as he came over.

"Can you lower it a little?" Bobby said.

Jasmine was actually rather intrigued. Mike pressed a button on a small and sleek black controller, and the inverted 'V' actually started MOVING downwards. Jasmine realized that the tip of the 'V' was not actually attached to the ceiling, but rather to an extendable vertical pole made of the same material and shade of gold. Mike's controller could adjust the length of the vertical pole!

"Ok, that's good." Bobby said when the tip of the 'V' was about a foot above his head. This meant that the base of the 'V' was about as high as his stomach.

"Extend the Holders just a litte?" Bobby continued.

Apparently, the Holders were retractable horizontal bars that pointed outwards from the tips of the base of the 'V', protruding to the right and left respectively. Jasmine watched, somewhat enthralled, as Mike used the controller to extend the bars out, parallel to the wall. When they were approximately six inches long on each side, Bobby told him to stop. 

"Ok great job. Help me get her up, will you?" Bobby said.

To Jasmine's horror, she was quickly lifted up from the cart. This time, Bobby held on to both her knees, inserting his hands in between her calves and hamstrings. Mike, on the other hand, supported her head and shoulders.



"No, please, what the fuck is going on?" Jasmine tried to ask.

The two young men ignored her.

[YaohanBest]

Fantastic story with great photos, thanks TS

[Ntspannar]

After two pages, felt it’s just another copy paste erotic photo and it’s really boring. Just another degrading story. Nothing new. Could be copy pasted from anywhere and just insert random big boobs photo. That’s my opinion anyway.

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Very nice, please share more

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Jasmine's worst fears were realized when she felt Bobby hooking her right knee over the right Holder, then adjusting the angle of her body so that her left knee could be hooked over the left Holder. It was almost as though she was a dress being hung up on a hanger.

"Ok, up." Mike said.

Bobby quickly picked up the controller for the Rack again.



First, he extended the Holders so that they were almost two feet long on either side. Then, he began to raise the Rack. Mike was kind enough to support Jasmine's shoulders and neck until the Rack was high enough, then he gently let her go.

Bobby and Mike stepped back to admire their work. Jasmine was UPSIDE-DOWN, eyes at crotch-level. She could see the glee in their eyes.

The naked Jasmine was completely trapped, facing outwards and towards the main door of the room. Her legs were parted wide since she could not close them, due to the wide gap between the ends of the 'V'. Since her wrists were still handcuffed to her ankles, she was actually very much like a dress hanging from a hanger, each arm-leg combination forming "straps" as she hung there, helpless.

Furthermore, due to the sheer length that the Holders had been extended to, Jasmine's legs, albeit spread wide for easy inspection of her cunt, could never slip off the Holders from the side if she wanted to get down. Of course, that would mean that she would plunge face first onto the ground, but she figured the length of the Holders were more for greater exposure and humiliation, her safety just being an ancillary benefit.

"Oh, shit. I forgot the welcome decorations." Bobby suddenly remembered.

He walked over to the hapless Jasmine, carrying the thin box from the storeroom on the kitchen level.

There were a few stalks of purple roses in the box. Jasmine was utterly humiliated when Bobby proceeded to insert them deep into her bald pussy, along with a thin stick with a small card at its tip. She could smell the musk of Bobby's crotch as he leaned against her, his dick hard as a rock.

"Fuck. What am I, a flowerpot?" Jasmine thought to herself, visualizing the roses whose stalks she could feel inside her moist cunt. She could see the flowers from in between her tits if she craned her head upwards, but that caused her wrists and knees to hurt because she would have to arch her shoulders inwards slightly.

"Ok, spotlights. Then we better get out of here!" Bobby said, backing away to get a better look at his floral arrangement.

Mike fiddled with the controller, and Jasmine winced as two yellow spotlights began to shine directly at her naked body from above her. The beams were concentrated somewhere between her midriff and groin, and were not extremely bright, but it was still harsh on her eyes especially if she attempted to crane her neck up. This forced her to maintain her eyes at crotch-level or lower.

The two teenagers got a few pictures of Jasmine's helpless naked form before shutting the door, leaving Jasmine in the dark room. All the lights went off except her spotlights, but it was still in the middle of the day and some sunlight could still be seen from behind the curtains.

Forgetting about the gap between the ends of the 'V' for a moment, Jasmine tried to force her legs shut in an attempt to regain some modesty. Of course, she could not, her shaved slit remaining spread wide and exposed, at eye-level, for the convenient viewing pleasure of whoever entered the room. She was directly in front of the main door, and anyone entering could not possibly miss her naked body.



Jasmine felt a tear roll down her face as she caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror that was next to the door. Her once-private and posh pussy was used as a FLOWERPOT, the purple flowers sticking out amusingly. She squinted her eyes to see what was written on the card, managing to make out "hope" and "compliments". Another wave of deep and fresh humiliation came when she saw the reflection of the two paintings on either side of her. It was as though her naked body was just decoration for the room, her hairless cunt used as a receptacle for the hotel's gimmicky welcome!

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Jasmine's heart jumped when she heard the door click, wondering for a moment whether more humiliation at the hands of lowly service staff was coming her way.

It felt almost as bad when she saw Xavier standing there, looking dapper in a three-piece suit. She knew full well that her shaved pussy would be the first thing that he saw when he entered, not only comfortably at eye level and illuminated by the spotlights, but also spread wide invitingly.

"Nice." the lawyer said, grinning at her pathetic form, "I take it you took the scenic route here?"

"Xavier, what the fuck. Please let me down, please. This is so humiliating. I can't even close my legs." Jasmine begged.

Xavier walked slowly over to the naked and helpless Jasmine.

When he was standing right in front of her bare pussy, Jasmine felt him twirling a couple of the rose stalks inside her extremely slowly.

"Ah," he said, reading the words on the card, almost as though he was talking to himself, "So nice."

He was obviously enjoying the moment at Jasmine's expense.

"Can you remove them please, it's so embarrassing.." Jasmine whispered.

Predictably, Xavier opted not to. He took a seat on the leather sofa nearby.

"How are you feeling, Jasmine? Or should I say.. Jizzmine?" he said.

"What the fuck, Xavier! Please, why are you doing this? I've been seen naked, touched by your driver, strangers. Now I'm handcuffed and hanging here like some stupid ornament. Please, you said you'd help me. Why would you do this.." Jasmine tailed off, tearing up.

"Do you like roses?" Xavier asked, before bursting out laughing.

Jasmine sniffed.

"Xavier, the roses.. In me.." she said awkwardly.

"It really is a nice touch. I like it." he replied, "They've always been very hospitable."

"You know, I really did want to help you. At first. I spoke to Nicolette straight after." Xavier continued speaking as he got up to get a drink from the minibar.

Humiliated, Jasmine could do nothing but attempt to squeeze her legs shut again. She only succeeded in clenching her pussy tight around the rose stalks, the flowers twitching from the slight movement.

"But Nicolette was right. The fact is, you only came to me because you needed me. You're only nice to people when you need them. When you don't, they don't matter to you at all. You're a user and a manipulator, Jasmine. You've always been. Actually, all I had to ask myself was - what would YOU have done if the roles were reversed?" Xavier continued.

"Fuck you!" Jasmine retorted.

"When I was younger, I had always fantasized about arrogant, bitchy sluts being turned into cheap subservient skanks, available for use all the time.." the beautiful Jasmine watched as Xavier's eyes roved to her hairless mound, a faint smile on his lips.

Jasmine blushed. She felt even more naked now, realizing that she must seem ridiculous, attempting to argue with him when she was spread and exposed - upside-down like a strange museum exhibit, with a pussy full of roses and a card welcoming him to the hotel.

"You, Jasmine, are as fake as your rack. The difference between you and me, however, is that it was me who was presented with a great opportunity that I could exploit. You!" Xavier said, "And so I chose to do what would benefit me most. See, what was the best that could happen if I did help you? You give me a kiss? Suck my dick? You'll use your body to get what you want, you always have. Like I said, you're a user. You don't have any respect for the people around you, and I'm sure it was nice to have the service staff get familiar with your body today. I'm sure being a toilet cleaner will be fun!"

Xavier removed his coat and vest.

"You're nothing now, Jizzmine. You have no control over anything and anyone. In fact, you're just a slave, your only purpose in life is to bring amusement to other people! If someone wants a fuck, you fuck. If someone wants to watch you run around naked in public, you run. I'm really look forward to seeing how this plays out with Nicolette. In fact, I just got off the phone with her, and.."

He began to walk over to the helpless naked Jasmine.

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"I'll have your body any time I want, any way I want, anyway."

Xavier unzipped his trousers.

"It won't just be Owen, if you dare to be disobedient. It'll be your parents, your siblings, your grandparents.. I wonder how they would feel knowing what the fake-titted adulterous whore named Jizzmine has been up to. Your friends too.. Well, if you do have any actual ones. You'll be meeting Nicolette tonight, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. We had a long, long discussion about you. I think our brainstorming was productive. But I have you for the afternoon, so.."

Xavier pulled down his trousers and boxers, thrusting his semi-erect dick towards Jasmine's face, her succulent lips conveniently at crotch-level.

"Suck."

The defeated naked Jasmine began to lick her former friend's balls. Xavier grabbed on to the busty bombshell's tanned thighs, the purple roses smiling at him. It was a good day.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was utterly humiliated as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again - hung completely naked and upside-down with flowers in her pussy, she was a mere decoration, a worthless sextoy with huge fake tits giving a blowjob. Her bobbing movements caused the roses to jiggle from side to side happily.



Hanging upside down with her hands handcuffed and secured to her ankles behind her, Jasmine could do nothing but obediently suck on her former friend's stiff cock. It felt even more humiliating because she was extremely horny, having been denied orgasm by her tormentors for the entire day so far. Now, being exhibited lewdly like a cheap ornament meant that her smooth snatch was practically leaking sticky juice.

Xavier could see how obviously turned on the tanned slut was, her pink slit glistening and her swollen clit begging for attention. However, Jasmine's pussy was still stuffed amusingly full with the purple roses, so he resolved to squeezing her huge fake tits for further entertainment as his cock was treated to an expert blowjob. Those firm 36Fs were conveniently within reach in the position that the whore was hung, as though they were shouting "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME".



"Uhh. Remind me to compliment the hotel for the placement of the room décor.." Xavier groaned.

Jasmine's neck hurt badly from sucking on Xavier's cock like an enthusiastic slut in heat, but felt a hot flush at his words.

"It's like I'm just a part of the furniture.." she thought.

As though reading her mind, Xavier continued with a, "Perfect height for squeezing these fuckbags, yeah?"

"MMMPH!" Jasmine mumbled as Xavier pinched her nipples painfully.

It made things worse that she needed to pee badly, having not been allowed to do anything the entire day except to go along with the "viewings" planned out for her naked body - the raunchy slut shuddered slightly at her own characterisation of how her once-private parts were now as good as public property - and obey whatever degrading orders she was given.

Finally, Jasmine felt his balls stiffen up and his hard shaft swell a little at the base. As the experienced tart that she was, Jasmine knew what was coming and braced her throat for the impact of the slimy goo.

However, Xavier unceremoniously pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his load all over her huge melons.

There was nothing better than a warm cum bath on her tits to remind Jasmine of her utter nakedness, and of course, her worthlessness.



"Please, can you let me down now..?" Jasmine mumbled, "I.. I need to pee."

"So.. You want to water the flowers?" Xavier chuckled, panting. But at least he reached for the remote control.

He fumbled with it for a few minutes. However, after pressing a couple of buttons, he still seemed confused.

Xavier enjoyed the look of distress spreading over Jasmine's beautiful features as he walked towards the hotel phone. The poor Jasmine certainly didn't want to be seen naked by more strangers, hanging upside down with her bald cunt spread wide and used as a flowerpot.

"Please, please! I'm completely nude. Please, don't let more people see me. It's so embarrassing.." Jasmine begged, "I can show you how to do it, I saw the two boys operating this stupid machine earlier!"



Of course, Xavier ignored her pleas, grinning, and swiftly summoned a room attendant.

"Could you please.. At least.. Remove the.. Roses.." Jasmine said softly, beginning to tear.

Xavier smirked at her pathetic form as he got dressed. Naturally, there was no such luxury for the salacious slut, who remained naked and exposed, her pussy at eye-level so that anyone who cared to look directly at it did not have to strain their neck at all.

When the bell rang softly from the main door, the lawyer cruelly increased the brightness of the spotlights shining directly on Jasmine's body, making the shine on her wet pussy and cum-covered tits even more obvious. He winked at busty Jasmine and got to his feet.

And then things got even worse for Jasmine.

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Xavier happily opened the door wide, obviously not giving any thought to the fact that the randy slut's naked body was on display, pussy filled with purple roses.

Jasmine immediately recognized the young man standing in the doorway.

To her horror, the room attendant was her neighbour's son, Jim!

Jasmine used to have weekly yoga sessions with his mother, Tammy, who was a yoga instructor. Of course, this was before the servile bimbo's Sundays had been replaced with naked backyard tanning and Monkey-Rocker masturbation sessions. Jim was 20 this year, and Jasmine had seen him casting furtive glances at her firm ass squeezed into even tighter yoga pants on many occasions as the small group did their exercises beside Tammy's pool.

In fact, Jasmine would occasionally angle her bubble butt towards him whenever she could, enjoying the attention and being able to tease the young man through her form-fitting clothing.

But it was very different now. She was completely naked, helpless and handcuffed, and hanging upside-down. Her pussy was freshly shaved, puffy pink lips spread wide.



Jim's mouth fell wide open when he caught sight of the evenly tanned bare skin of the sexy young wife who lived just a few houses down from him.

Noticing his eyes roving, as expected, to her hairless mound, Jasmine instinctively tried to shut her legs. However, her thighs were still blocked by the poles attached to the ceiling, which meant that all her movements did was to cause the roses, still sticking amusingly out of her once-private area, to jiggle. She blushed, realizing that it would seem as though she was intentionally trying to draw his attention to her wet and needy cunt!

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. He could not take his eyes off of the shiny snatch right in front of him as he walked towards the exposed Jasmine.



Xavier was not stupid, and he quickly caught on to the realization passing between the naked bimbo and the room attendant. However, he was extremely interested to see how the situation would play out, so he pretended not to notice anything.

"So.. you want to get her down, sir?" Jim asked Xavier.

Xavier nodded, trying to hide his grin, as he enjoyed the hapless Jasmine's embarrassment at being completely naked in front of someone she obviously recognized.

"And sir, the vase that you requested for.. would that be for the flowers?" Jim continued, chuckling.

"Ah yes," Xavier said, "The old pot is dirty, so I need a new one. The skank wants to keep them as a souvenir of her time in this hotel!"

As though emphasizing how open and available Jasmine's naked body was, Xavier walked over and calmly stroked the hairless area above her slit slowly.

Jasmine blushed, lost for words.

"Fuck.. What must he think of me? Hanging here like this.. And getting touched as though I'm just a toy.." she thought.



As requested, Jim walked over. Noticing that he was trying not to get his body too close to her cum-stained tits despite the obvious bulge in his pants made Jasmine feel extremely dirty.

Jim began removing the rose stalks from her pussy while the naked woman hung there helplessly, and the poor Jasmine could feel the first stalk dragging slowly against the insides of her soft and tight folds as he extricated it from her moist snatch.

"WAIT!" Xavier said.

Jasmine's sopping wet cunt pulsed involuntarily as the stalk paused in the middle of her love tunnel.

"Looks like the old flowerpot doesn't want to be replaced, sir." Obviously, Jim had noticed, and he laughed loudly.

"Useless slut. Thank the nice man for cleaning your wet fuckhole!" Xavier ordered, nodding his head in Jasmine's direction.

Mortified, Jasmine could do nothing but mumble, "Thank.. Thank you.. Sir.."

She felt completely worthless. Her young neighbour's fingers were holding on to the head of the rose stalk which was still half inside her pussy, while she had no choice but to have the added indignity of thanking and addressing him as a servant would.

"Stop being a dumb bitch. Thinking with your cunt again, huh? I said, thank him for cleaning your WET FUCKHOLE!" Xavier repeated, raising his voice.

As though being naked and exposed wasn't bad enough for the hapless Jasmine, being scolded like a naughty sex slave in front of her neighbour reinforced how far she had fallen.

"Thank you.. For cleaning.. My wet.. Wet.. Fuck.. Fuckhole.." Jasmine's eyes welled up in tears as she repeated the derogatory words.



Xavier made some gestures to Jim, and the room attendant gleefully but gently pushed the rose stalk back deep into the young wife's pussy. The two exchanged a smile at Jasmine's luscious red lips forming a round 'O' when the end of the stalk rubbed against her g-spot.

"Practice makes perfect for a stupid slut." Xavier said.

Jim caught on quick and pulled the stalk out of Jasmine's needy cunt slowly, pausing when Xavier indicated he should. The tip was still inside her moist snatch.

It was as though her lovejuice was being used as dipping sauce for French fries! Jasmine felt a fresh pang of humiliation at being in such a lewd position.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole.. Sir.." Jasmine forced herself to repeat. The poor tanned Jasmine couldn't believe that she was actually uttering those horrible words in front of her friend's son.

Worse still, the continuous motion and rubbing against the insides of her dripping wet love tunnel was making her even more aware of her full bladder. She had needed to pee badly when she was done sucking cock, and now, she was almost at the point of bursting.

Xavier let Jasmine slave repeat the performance with the first rose a few times, before he smiled and told Jim to continue with the rest.

As Jim was still standing at an angle and trying to avoid the fresh cum splattered over the dirty whore's busty melons, he inadvertently dragged the end of the stalk against her engorged clit as it slid out of her slick tunnel, eliciting a soft moan from the poor naked woman.

Jasmine immediately cursed herself but both Jim and Xavier had heard it loud and clear.

"Wow. I would never have guessed that she was such a horny skank.. But then again, she's always been a pricktease." Jim said with a smirk.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir.." Jasmine sobbed as the first rose finally ended up in the new vase.

She watched, helpless and defeated, as Xavier gestured to Jim and led the room attendant over to the couch. Jasmine was under no illusions as they conversed in hushed voices; she knew that the neighbour would be telling her tormentor all about their "relationship" and she dreaded the fresh humiliations that were planned for her naked and exposed body as she hung there with her bald snatch still full of roses.

The tanned Jasmine was thus somewhat surprised when Jim came over a few minutes later and continued clearing the flowers from her cheap cunt.

Jasmine tried her best to stop her inner pussy muscles from moving because her full bladder and the slow rubbing of the stalks against the insides of her love tunnel and against her clit was making her more and more aroused. However, her thighs were still blocked as she hung upside-down like a dress and she only succeeded in clenching tight around the rose stalks, making it appear even more as though she did not want the offending flowers to be removed from her lovebox!

Naturally, Xavier and Jim had a good laugh at her pathetic form.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir!" Jasmine chirped obediently as each stalk was removed, hoping that a more subservient performance would be rewarded with less humiliation.

"You know, sir, I bet the roses could have continued growing for a couple of weeks in the old pot. Look at how much moisture there is!" Jim pointed at Jasmine's obviously slick and pink pussy when a single rose was left.

Xavier chuckled in agreement.

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Nice update, keep going TS

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"Do you think I could get some pictures? You know, for posterity.." Jim asked.

"Sure!" Xavier replied gleefully.

"Of course he doesn't mind. I'm the one who is nude and covered in cum. And all my private parts are going to be on this young bastard's phone!" the naked bimbo thought angrily.



Xavier got himself a drink from the minibar and took a seat, obviously enjoying Jasmine's discomfort as her neighbour snapped pictures of her fully nude body and shaved pussy, still with a single purple rose sticking amusingly out of.



When Jim had his fill of pictures of the naked young wife, he proceeded to extricate the last rose from her moist cunt.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir.." Jasmine said worriedly, before continuing, "Uh, Jim.. could you keep this between us, please?"



It was a mistake, as Jim immediately shoved the stalk back deep into her slit. Jasmine's mouth opened in a beautiful 'O' again, at the sudden penetration.

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Jim said with an evil smile, sliding the rose in and out of the tanned Jasmine's love passage, gently this time.

"Um.." it was hard for Jasmine to continue the extremely awkward conversation when she could hear the soft squelches of her lovejuice as she got fucked by the rose stalk, but she swallowed and tried, "Like.. Don't tell Tammy.."

"Oh, you mean Mom?" Jim smirked.

"Um.." the poor Jasmine tried to ignore the indignity of the continued invasion deep into her moist pussy, "Yeah.."

Xavier let out a loud laugh, "Ok, I gotta give it to you, Jim. You were right."

Jasmine wasn't sure what her former friend meant, but she had a feeling that it had something to do with their discussions earlier, and Jim continued, "Well.. I'll give you a choice, you slutty pricktease."



"Of course, I'll do anything.. I'll.. Suck.. Fuck.." Jasmine tailed off.

She realized how worthless and whorish she sounded. It was as though she was a low-class streetwalker whose first thought was always to use her body and holes to get what she needed.

"Either I show Mom all these pictures, and tell her all about you being naked in this hotel room and covered in cum.. And she'll probably tell your nice husband all about it.." Jim paused for effect.

"NO, PLEASE.. I'll do anything. What's the other option?" Jasmine pleaded.

"Or.. Well.. Because I miss your curvy slut body so much.. You have to join the yoga classes every Sunday again.." Jim said.

"Oh wow, what a pathetic boy. So that's all he wants?" Jasmine thought.



"YES. I'll come for yoga. Every Sunday. I promise!" she said quickly, eager to jump at any opportunity not to be exposed as the adulterous slut she was to Tammy.

"I'm not done yet, whore." Jim said.

Jasmine's heart sank.

"You will be completely naked and barefoot for the whole lesson. Nothing on at all. And no covering with a towel or whatever stupid ideas your skanky brain may come up with. You will be completely exposed to the whole class. And, of course, Mom.." Jim continued with a smile.

"No, please.." Jasmine begged.

"Well, then I guess it's option one!" Jim said with a laugh, "Either's fine by me, honestly. Let me.. Just select the best pictures to send to Mom, or maybe.. All of them?"

"No, wait. Please. No.." Jasmine whispered, deflated.

"Hey, make up your mind, you dumb bitch." Xavier hollered at the naked Jasmine from the sofa.



Jasmine didn't like the idea of being naked in front of her friends from the neighbourhood. And throughout the yoga lesson, no less! She would have to come up with a good excuse to make them understand. But it would be much better than Tammy, and probably the entire neighbourhood, including Owen, seeing the close-up pictures of her being restrained and hanging upside-down with a rose stalk deep in her pussy, as though she was a cheap ornament. Most of all, she could not let them see Xavier's cum splattered all over her magnificent tits!

"Ok, since you're taking so long to make up your mind.. Let me add a bit more spice to option two. I know yoga normally lasts for an hour or so. But I want you to stay naked around my home for two hours! So our good neighbours can have a good look at your whorish slut body.." Jim continued.



This reminded Jasmine of another issue that she would face. "Um.. I can't stay for two hours on Sunday.. I need to.. Tan.." she said, remembering Nicolette's arrangements for her silky smooth skin.

"Well, that's not my problem." Jim said, "Make up your mind, or I'll do it for you. And that will be option one, just so we're clear."

"OK. OK! I'll do it. I'll be naked.. Naked.. during yoga.. Every Sunday.." Jasmine said, defeated.

The hapless Jasmine knew that she would have a lot of explaining to do to her yoga group, and she prayed that the added humiliation her Sundays would bring would make Nicolette happy enough to allow her to "reorganize" her naked tanning and Monkey-Rocker self-fucking sessions.

"Good slut." Jim winked at her, grinning, "I look forward to seeing you.. All of you.. on Sunday."

He proceeded to remove the last stalk from Jasmine's pussy.

Jasmine gasped as the end of the stalk left her needy fuckhole and dragged against her red-hot clit.

Even though she knew what was coming and tried her best to stop herself, the humiliations of the day were just too much for the oversexed whore.

"URRGH.." the wanton Jasmine moaned as she came.

And then, suddenly, she was PISSING.

"Oh!" Jim backed away from the half-cumming, half-pissing whore.

Jasmine's golden shower continuously spurted out of her pink slit like an amusing fountain.

Somewhere in her tart's overly-aroused mind, Jasmine knew her "performance" made her seem completely worthless and depraved. Her piss squirted out as she writhed in orgasm; it was as though her sextoy body had a mind of its own!

After what felt like five full minutes for the panting blonde, Jasmine felt the orgasm subside and some blood return to her horny brain.

Fresh piss trickling down her fake tits and all over her beautiful features, Jasmine began to sob as she watched the two men appraising her pathetic exploits. Her all-over tan was glistening as she hung there, embarrassed and lost for words.

"Fucking PISS-SLUT.." Xavier said.

Jim actually looked concerned. "Sir, I think I should get her down. The carpet probably needs cleaning.." he said with a frown.

Xavier nodded, and handed the keys for the handcuffs to Jim. The room attendant set the vase of purple roses down on a side table, glaring at Jasmine's shiny piss-covered body with obvious contempt.

Jasmine had enjoyed the opportunity to take a warm shower after Xavier allowed Jim to let her down from the cruel contraption. Xavier had seemed mildly sympathetic about her "accident", eyeing her piss-covered body, and had told the naked Jasmine to take her time getting herself washed up clean. 



Having been denied relief since the morning by Nicolette, the hapless slave was still panting from the explosive public orgasm after all her pent-up sexual frustration from the day's humiliations. Jasmine had thus hurried into the lush bathroom, eager to get some semblance of privacy for her nude form.

Xavier had even allowed her to shut the bathroom door. Jasmine actually felt grateful, then chastised herself.

"Closing the door is something that any one should be allowed to do! But now it's a rare privilege for me.. What have I become.." she thought.

Jasmine took extra care to cleanse her smooth pussy, both inside and outside, feeling dirty and disgusted at the idea of not only having had random strangers' fingers inside her but also roses deep inside her. It made her feel even more like a tramp realizing that reflecting on the humiliations of the day promptly caused her arousal to build up again despite her powerful orgasm just minutes earlier.



However, when Jasmine was done with her slow and thorough shower, she found out, to her disappointment, that the bathroom had no towels or bathrobes. Or perhaps they had been removed, she realized. Having been too desperate to get cleansed, she had not noticed when she had first stepped into the bathroom.

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Sighing, Jasmine exited the bathroom completely naked. Water was dripping seductively off her shapely curves and platinum black hair as the slave's big tits and shaved pussy were casually exposed for the viewing pleasure of whoever was in the room.

The first thing she noticed was that Xavier was fully dressed. Jasmine was somewhat surprised as she had expected him to want to treat himself to her fuckable body and the delights of her holes, and she continued looking around the common area of the suite.



"Yelp!" the dripping wet Jasmine shrieked, realizing that there was no less than four men crouching around the area where she had been hung like a dress earlier. And they were all staring, open-mouthed, at her nude body!

"No, no. Favourite position." Xavier said, smiling, as though reading Jasmine's mind.

Resigned, the blushing Jasmine put her arms behind her head and spread her legs wide, thrusting out her fake melons so that the group could get a good eyeful. She could see their eyes gravitating towards her bare and smooth snatch.

Jasmine received another pang of humiliation when she realized that they were cleaning the area where she had soiled the carpet with her piss.

"At least Jim's gone.." she thought, as the "carpet people" drank in the sight of the busty Jasmine exhibitionist.

Xavier glanced at his watch, frowning.

"Ah, I have to go.. I would have liked to show them around your body. Another time, perhaps.. But, you should at least thank them for cleaning up after you, slut." he ordered.

Jasmine had no choice but to obey.

The naked Jasmine pranced over, jiggling her huge 36Fs towards the group. As ordered, she made a show of slowly slipping off her wedding ring with a wink, before dropping it into the nearby vase with the purple roses that had just been deep inside her moist pussy.



Then, blushing, Jasmine squatted down with her legs spread almost horizontally wide, toes pointing in opposite directions. She was directly in front of the four men, so that they could each get an equal and unobstructed view of her shaved slit splayed obscenely wide between her tanned thighs.

"This naughty slut is so so sorry that she pissed all over! Thank you so much for cleaning up after this useless cunt!" she said in a high-pitched voice, before licking her lips and blowing kisses to each of them.

Blushing profusely, the busty slut catwalked her way back for more orders from her former friend.

"ONE!" Jasmine shouted loudly, her arms by her side.

She couldn't see anything, thanks to the black sleep blindfold that Xavier had placed over her eyes. He had intentionally tightened its straps so that it would stay in place during her workout.

"Who knows who else would be watching you now, huh? You definitely wouldn't.." he had said.

Jasmine knew where she was standing, of course, since he had ordered her to get into position before giving her her orders. She was right smack in front of the full-length windows. There were no curtains to shield her naked body, and she was facing out into the city with the mid-day sun warming up her bare tanned skin.

Worse still, the cruel lawyer had stuffed her ears with earplugs, so the hapless Jasmine would be unable to tell if anyone else was in the room.



"JASMINE!" the humiliated bitch forced herself to continue. She raised her arms over her head, clapping her hands loudly and spreading her legs more than 3 feet wide as she shouted her name.

For some reason, it felt even more demeaning to use her own - "No, old," she corrected herself miserably - name.

She knew for sure that the men cleaning the carpet were watching her naked form bouncing up and down like a cheap whore, but at least it was now her evenly-tanned and toned back that was facing them this time rather than a widely-spread close-up of her bald cunt and big fake tits.

"IS!" Jasmine finished the jumping jack by slapping her hands hard against her outer thighs.

"A!" Again, clapping her hands loudly over her head.

"CHEATING!" Slapping her outer thighs as hard as she could.

It hurt her to refer to herself as an unfaithful wife, and even more so to shout it at the top of her lungs. But Xavier had given her her orders, and she had no choice but to obey.

The poor Jasmine wondered what the carpet men would think of her, then sighed inwardly. Even if appearing completely naked after the shower was not enough to highlight her indecency, slipping off her wedding ring and spreading her smooth inner pink lips for their casual viewing earlier would surely have been enough to notify them that she was nothing but a raunchy skank.



"WHORE!" As Jasmine clapped her hands in what would have been the middle of a jumping jack, she could already feel her palms stinging.

Her first "repetition" wasn't even over.

Leaving her legs spread extremely wide, her shaved pussy plainly visible for anyone caring to look in from any of the other buildings outside the window, Jasmine began waving her arms wildly over her head as though she were a manic fan girl at a concert.

"THANK YOU.. THANK YOU FOR... WATCHING ME!" Jasmine struggled to utter the words, but she tried her best to shout as loud as she could, as she waved towards god-knows who was watching from outside the window.

Jasmine ended "repetition one" by blowing a kiss at the window.

Xavier had ordered her to continue repeating the same amusing (for everyone but the poor blonde slave) performance over and over again - counting loudly before doing her 3 jumping jacks and shouting the humiliating words at the top of her voice.

"TWO!"

Jasmine blushed, wondering if anyone was looking at her doing the naked exercises from outside the window. It was bad enough that the carpet men could hear her screaming the derogatory words about herself!

Jasmine's big fake tits were heavy and flopped painfully as she hopped up and down. She assumed that Xavier would have left soon after watching her do a few reps and admiring her humiliating exercises. But it wasn't as though she could stop once he was gone anyway, since he had told her that he AND NICOLETTE would be watching.



By the time the obedient slave reached twenty, she could already feel droplets of sweat beginning to form on the nape of her neck. 

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"ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE!"

"JASMINE!" Clap and spread.

"IS!" Slap and shut.

"A!" Clap.

"CHEATING!" Slap.

"WHORE!" Clap.

"THANK YOU FOR WATCHING ME!" the naked big-titted slut shouted at the window in the empty room, the blindfold still preventing her from seeing whether anyone was actually watching her.



Jasmine was drenched in sweat by now. She could feel strands of her luscious curls sticking to her face and the back of her neck even though she had tied her hair into a tight bun earlier on Xavier's orders.

She had no idea when Xavier would come back. All he had said was that she was to start her humiliating exercises when her firm ass was spanked, then he had slipped on the blindfold and stuffed her ears full. Unable to hear or see, she had felt the spank come soon after.

The problem was that she could only stop, per his orders, when she was spanked again.

It had been more than 30 minutes, Jasmine estimated, but the poor bitch had no choice but to continue doing the amusing exercises.

For the once-proud woman, being kept in the lurch was always a blow to her deflated ego. It made Jasmine feel as though her time and feelings were not worth anything, and, worse still, being naked and fuckable-on-demand was not enough to make herself anyone's priority. With wobbly legs, the blonde bimbo gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep going, wondering if the carpet men were still in the room.

She certainly hoped that the second spank would be coming soon.

"THREE HUNDRED.." Jasmine panted, "AND SIXTY-NINE!"

"JASMINE!" Clap.

"IS!" Slap.

She had to pause because her calves were aching so badly.

"A!" Clap.

"CHEATING!" Slap.

"WHORE!" Clap.

It was torture. To stand there with her legs spread wide made things worse because she was off-balance and exhausted. Jasmine hated her big silicone tits, which inevitably gave her additional weight to handle, even more at this moment than during tiring cockrides.

"THANK YOU.. FOR WATCHING ME!"

And then - "PIAK" - Jasmine felt a hard spank on her tight and sore ass.

"OH!" she exclaimed, hurriedly removing the sleep mask and earplugs.

As her eyes got adjusted to the light, Jasmine was relieved to finally be able to stop her stupid exercises, but she was also a little worried, wondering who it could be.

Her relief turned to slight irritation when she realized that it was Jim who had spanked her as though she was a naughty child.

"You're welcome, you cheap slut. I certainly enjoyed the view." Jim laughed. He wasn't in his hotel room attendant uniform any longer, and was instead casually dressed.

"Oh.. Jim.. I thought.." Jasmine began, panting.

Jasmine hunched over, exhausted. Sweat dripped off her succulent curves, emphasizing her nice all-over tan.



"Yeah, your master.. Or boss.. Or whatever.. He's busy so he told me to tell you what you have to do, after I fuck you.." Jim said.

"Wow," Jasmine thought, "Fucking me is just as normal as having a meal, apparently.."

But the naked Jasmine was too tired and humiliated to respond.

"First things first. Favourite position!" Jim said happily, "Oh yeah, he told me about that too."

Sighing, Jasmine slowly forced herself upright. Her arms and legs were still trembling from the exhaustion, but she tried her best to assume the erotic and exposed position.



Suddenly, Jim leaned over and licked the side of her face.

"Urrgh!" disgusted, Jasmine instinctively backed away.

"You get the fuck back here now, whore!" Jim ordered.

"Please, it's disgusting. What are you doing? Just.. Just.. Fuck.. Fuck me?" Jasmine said with a frown, but walked slowly back towards him.

"You know what I always fantasized about, seeing you in those tight yoga pants.. I always wanted to strip you naked after your session, lick you all over, then have you ride my cock like the sweaty whore you are.." Jim said.

Jasmine winced as he knelt down and gave her a full lick on her sweat-covered pussy. But then her young neighbour suddenly stood up again.



"Ah, fucking tasty.. But before I get too distracted by your dumb slut body.." he reached into his back pocket and handed her a small card with an address stated on it, "Mr Xavier says that, after I fuck you, you are to get to this address."

"And because I'm nice, I googled it for you. It's a tattoo parlour in Chi-town. You can probably get there on foot in about an hour and a half, maybe an hour if you hurry. Do have fun walking there after we're done fucking!" Jim continued, barely able to contain his excitement.

"But.. I have no clothes.. I can't walk there.. Naked?" Jasmine whispered, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious of her nudity, and it took all of her willpower to remain in her favourite position.



"Well, not my problem. Ok, get your slut cunt on the bed!" Jim was obviously enjoying toying with the young woman.

"Jim, please help me. I can't walk there naked. So many people will be getting off work. It's an hour and a half in broad daylight! Please, my body.." Jasmine begged.

"Oh yes, he also told me that you have to bring the vase. The one with the flowers; your souvenir." Jim continued, "And that's all you're allowed to bring. So.. You can use the water to block your body, I guess?"

The butt-naked Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees. "Please, Jim. I'll suck your cock. I'll fuck.. Fuck you like a slut in heat. I'll ride you and get all sweaty. And.. And.. I'll let you lick me all over. Please, I don't want to walk naked through the city all the way to Chinatown.. It's too far.."



"Hmm.." Jim pretended to mull over what the hapless slave was saying, "I'll be fucking you regardless. And you have to fuck me the way I want anyway. Which means.. There's nothing much in it for me.."

Jasmine began sobbing.

Jim chuckled as his eyes roamed over the Jasmine's evenly tanned smooth skin.

"Well, there is something, I guess. How about.. I give you two choices?" he said.

Jasmine's ears perked up. "YES. PLEASE. ANYTHING!" she replied.

"So you can either walk naked to the shop.. Honestly, I think you should be able to get there in slightly less than an hour if you run all the way. What a sight that would be, huh? A bare-assed slut in public with huge tits and firm ass, sprinting as she normally does for a hard cock.." Jim said with a wink.

"No.. Please.." Jasmine begged.

"Or.. every single time you come over for yoga, you will come over completely naked! All you will have with you is the key to your house, which you will store in that moist flowerpot cunt. But no clothes, no shoes, nothing. You will leave your house naked and walk to ours." Jim almost couldn't control his laughter.

"Jim, please.. No.." Jasmine was horrified.

"Come on, why so down? I mean, you could walk over from the back, I guess." he sniggered, "It'll be a nice walk, plenty of natural breeze, maybe you'll bump into some of our neighbours.. You could say hi.. Make small talk.."

"Oh no.." Jasmine was lost for words.

"So go on, whore. Choose! I'm hard and I want to get inside that tight wet pussy. Either I'll fuck you and then when I'm done, you'll walk naked to the tattoo parlour. Or, I'll fuck you and then drive you over but you gotta leave your house naked when you come for yoga every week!" Jim was clearly enjoying himself.



Jasmine would have never in a million years have considered the idea of walking naked to Tammy's home, but she was doing so now. The other option was more than an hour of public nudity, and she had to get from the hotel, which was right in the downtown core, all the way to Chinatown! She could not possibly walk through town naked in the midday.

Jim was already stripping off his clothes. "If you've not chosen by the time I've got my clothes off, we're fucking, and then you're walking naked to Chi-town." he said.

"Ok.. ok.." Jasmine said, tearing, "I'll walk over naked every Sunday.. And then.. I'll do yoga with no clothes.. Please drive me to Chinatown, Jim.. It's all the way across the city.. "

"Alright then, a wise choice, my dear whore." Jim was already lying on the bed, his stiff and erect cock pointing proudly towards the ceiling.

Of course, this meant that Jasmine was given no time to get herself mentally prepared for the fact that she would have to walk completely nude through her neighbourhood every Sunday from now on. It only served to further reinforce how unimportant and worthless the naked Jasmine's feelings were and how far she had fallen.



"Now, your master tells me you're an expert at reverse cowgirl cockriding? Apparently, it's a crucial part of your workout to keep you in fuckable condition - I think those were his exact words?" he said with a grin, "But I want you cowgirl. I want to pinch those hard nipples and squeeze those huge tits as you ride me."

Naturally, there was no rest for a cheap slut. The fact that her calves were aching was irrelevant, as Jim required her expert services.



Jim signalled to her casually, with a "Chop-chop! Get your fucking cunt on me, you cheap whore."

Sighing, Jasmine jiggled her busty and sweaty curves as she walked over like a slut in heat.

Her gym sessions had taught her well as far as being a salacious cockrider was concerned. Jasmine straddled her young neighbour as she had countless strangers in the gym - but since he had demanded the cowgirl position, she faced him rather than away from him as she would have normally done for her "No-Hands Cowgirl Workout" - sliding his rock hard dick all the way deep inside her sopping wet cunt.

Nicolette had given her a few orders in order to tweak her technique, so that the lucky guy would get the most out of the "full Jasmine experience" - as the evil witch had called it. Jasmine always hated it when Nicolette described her as though she was a mere object, and her tormentor knew it.

Jasmine grasped tightly on to her platinum black bun and raised herself off Jim's cock slowly. A soft moan escaped her lips unintentionally.



Still holding on to her bun, as she would during the entirety of the cockride, Jasmine parted her legs wide. Her heels would be the closest to Jim's body, and her toes were to be angled away from and almost perpendicular to his hips.

Jasmine always cursed the witch's inventiveness. Placing her feet beside her partner's thighs with her toes angled along the same line would allow the slut to cockride in a more "conservative" manner because she would not have to spread her inner pink lips that wide.

But Nicolette did not allow such luxury for her, and Jasmine's shaved pussy was to be spread wide invitingly for whoever cared to look. She wanted Jasmine to be completely exposed to the watching crowd in the changing room of the gym whenever her Jasmine slave engaged in her rambunctious adultery. And, complete exposure naturally included as much of the hapless slut's pussy!

As the whorish Jasmine was to keep her hands on her bun at all times, this caused her huge fake 36Fs to be thrust out for ease of pinching or kneading - it was as though they were begging the owner of the hard cock that the slut was riding to squeeze them. 

Jasmine began to slide her smooth and well-lubricated slit up and down Jim's dick.

The other "tip" - also mandatory, of course - that Nicolette had given her slave was that she was not to bump her hairless cunt too hard against her partner's groin. Nicolette had snidely shared her reasons for this with her slut one day. First, she did not want Jasmine's clit to receive too much direct stimulation as she wanted the blonde to stay horny and needy. Jasmine's slutty cunt was still aroused, as it always was, but Nicolette did not want her to enjoy the cockriding experience too much. Secondly, she wanted Jasmine to do all the work, so the poor sextoy was not to rely on any sort of momentum to thrust herself up. That job was only for the tanned Jasmine's toned calves. 

This meant that Jasmine had to slow down towards the end of each of her "downward slides", causing her inner muscles to squeeze softly around her partner's hard shaft, as though she was egging his seed out of his balls.

This, more importantly, also meant that the cockride was extremely tiring for the poor Jasmine, as she could not simply fall back onto the lucky guy and pretend to rest by sitting on his cock or sluttily grinding her clit against his groin. The moment her sopping wet pussylips touched the end of his shaft, she was to push herself off using only her legs, since her hands were still to be gripping onto her bun, and continue her energetic movements as though the only thing her wetdream of a body was good for was obscene cockriding.

A wave of shame washed over the completely debased and naked slave as she remembered that she wasn't in control of her life anymore - even the way that she was to ride cocks was for her tormentors to decide, according to what amused or pleased them most.



The room was soon filled with the evenly tanned busty slut's moaning and Jim's satisfied grunts as Jasmine's juicy bald cunt continuously made quick and erotic "Schlupp" noises. It was as though the slave bimbo was rewarding him with the expert cockride for participating in her humiliation.

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Chapter 10: Decorated! 

Jasmine sobbed as her eyes roamed over the pathetic reflection staring miserably back at her in the full body mirror. 

It was past one in the morning, and she certainly hoped Owen was already asleep upstairs. She would have had a lot of explaining to do, and the completely naked slut was at a loss as to what excuse she could come up with this time. 





A FEW HOURS EARLIER.. 

After enjoying the "full Jasmine experience" and spurting his warm seed deep into her well-fucked cunt, Jim began to get dressed, laughing at the sight of the panting young wife. Unfortunately, for that particular sweaty and sticky slut, Jim then ordered her not to clean her juicy slit. 

"I want you to feel my cum inside you all the way there, you dirty whore!" he chuckled. 

The tanned Jasmine lay down on the bed, exhausted from the afternoon's jumping jacks but especially due to her most recent energetic cockride. 



Jasmine was relieved that her naked and barefoot form would not be exposed to the busy city for a full hour and a half since Jim had "kindly" agreed to give her a lift to the tattoo parlour. She absent-mindedly dragged her fingers over her hairless pussy, frowning slightly when they made contact with the sticky mixture of fresh male and female cum leaking out from her adulterous cunt. 

"Oh, come on, stop being a fucking horny bitch. I just fucked you and you're already playing with yourself?" Jim laughed. 

Blushing, Jasmine wiped her fingers on the insides of her smooth thighs, still shiny with sweat from the variety of strenuous exercises she had just endured - not least the one involving her deliciously pink inner pussy muscles. 

"Get me a cup of coffee!" Jim ordered. 

Jasmine sighed. She didn't want to upset Jim, lest he change his mind and left her to walk naked through town! 

So, even though she was extremely tired from the day's exertions, the naked slave got herself to her feet, subserviently replying, "Yes, sir." 

Jim admired the sight of the tight curvy ass jiggling, as Jasmine obediently fixed him a warm cup of coffee from the machine at the minibar. He would never have imagined that he would have seen his beautiful young neighbour naked, let alone get to perform a thorough examination of her slutty body using his hands and cock! But that was exactly what had happened today. Jim thanked his lucky stars that he had been working today, and had been summoned to the suite at just the right time to witness Jasmine's humiliation. 

He could barely wait for her very first yoga session, a smile inevitably crossing his face at the thought of the busty Jasmine introducing their neighbours to her naked delights. 

After finishing his coffee, Jim turned to the adulterous whore, "I'll pick you up from the service entrance. Do you know where that is?" 

Jasmine blushed, remembering that, that was where Bobby and Mike first had the pleasure of seeing her completely nude and exposed - big tits, bald twat and all. 

She nodded and replied, "Yes, sir.." 

"Good. And don't forget to take your vase. It's got your ring inside too, isn't it?" Jim continued. 

"Yes, sir." Jasmine chirped. 

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her as she glanced at the purple roses that had, just a few hours ago, been snugly inside her once-private snatch. 

"When you wait for me, hold the vase behind you! Oh, and I want you to do a creampie. You should know what that is, don't you?" Jim winked at her. 

"Yes.. Yes, sir.." the mortified Jasmine replied. 

So, a few minutes later, the middle-aged man sitting near the counter of the service elevator in the basement (who had earlier in the day instructed Bobby to log his deliverables in the small notebook - including one extremely embarrassed and bare-assed big titted wanton slut) was treated to a majestic but amusing sight. 



The completely naked Jasmine had first sat her curvy butt on the ground and held on tightly to the vase of roses behind her. 

She was unsure if Jim had wanted her to do the creampie standing, but the immoral slut figured that he would be happier if she was more exposed. And, the subservient bimbo was aware that the best way to ensure complete exposure of her needy cunt - while she used her inner fuckhole muscles to squeeze out the evidence of her most recent act of adultery - was to be seated and spread wide like a horny skank. Thus, Jasmine had then spread her legs extremely wide in the air, directing her shaved pussy towards the main entrance of the service carpark. 

Of course, the busty bombshell was extremely humiliated. She didn't know what the man must think of her, but it couldn't be anything good. After all, only the cheapest of whores would sit down in the middle of the carpark and show off their completely naked body and bald cunt in that wanton manner, practically begging for the attention of whoever cared to look! 

Jim's loud announcement to the carpark a few minutes later had brought an even redder blush to her beautiful features. 

"FUCKING DIRTY SLUT, GET IN THE TRUNK. I DON'T WANT YOUR JUICES ON MY LEATHER!" he had shouted gleefully. 

The embarrassed naked Jasmine, fully aware of the mixture of spunk visibly oozing out of her juicy slit like a tasty lava cake, had hurriedly stopped posing in the lewd position. 



She had actually felt somewhat thankful as she squeezed her worthless naked body into the trunk obediently, as she was aware that Jim would not be able to humiliate her further along the way. 

Then, about ten uneventful minutes later, Jasmine, who was already breaking out in fresh sweat from being in the extremely uncomfortable and musty trunk, felt the lid pop open. 

"Ok, get out. I'm in a bit of a hurry." Jim grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the trunk. 

He handed her her "favourite vase". 

Jasmine took a quick look around. 

She was in the back alley, and she could see two homeless-looking men in ragged clothing slightly more than 10 feet away. They had already noticed her naked body and were craning their necks to take a good at her! 

Feeling conscious, Jasmine tried to use the vase to cover as much of her shaved pussy as possible, gripping it with both hands and resorting to using her elbows to shield her evenly tanned fun bags at the same time. 



Of course, she failed comically, and the naked Jasmine's young neighbour and most recent fuck buddy chuckled at her pathetic attempts at modesty. 

"Ah, I forgot. There was another card from earlier. From Mr Xavier. Ok, got to go. I'll see you.. And maybe use you, on Sunday!" Jim tossed the small card unceremoniously at the hapless nude woman. 

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'Tap-tap-tap' 

Robbie glanced up from the 3-D render that he had been working on for a long-time friend. There was someone knocking on the back door of his shop. 

"It's open!" he said. 

There was silence for a few seconds. 

Then, 'tap-tap-tap' - the soft knocking on the door continued. 

Frowning, Robbie looked at his watch. 

"It's open! Just come on in!" he hollered. 

'Tap-tap-tap'. For some reason, the person outside continued knocking instead of simply entering. 

Slightly irritated, Robbie got up and walked over to the back door. 

"Who's this dumb wanker.." he muttered to himself under his breath. 

The first thing that Robbie noticed when he opened the back door, a faint tinge of annoyance still on his face, were the two beautiful firm tits and perky nipples thrust proudly out towards him. 



"Wha.." the tattoo artist began, before trailing off. 

His eyes roamed over the smooth skin of the sexy naked woman. 

"Wow, there are no tanlines on her at all." he thought, eyes zooming in on the shaved pussy exposed between her widely parted thighs. 

Illuminated under the glow of his neon signboard, Robbie admired the sight of Jasmine's taut and hairless body. 

Her luscious platinum hair was tied into a bun and she stood upright, thrusting her huge melons out at him and emphasizing her nudity even more. It was as though the big titted slut standing in front of his shop did not have a single care about having her naked body seen - she was standing with her arms behind her head and her legs spread very wide! 

"What.. Is going on?" Robbie found his voice again. 

Even though the curvy bombshell was standing tall and proud like an experienced nudist who had no qualms about showing off her nude form to the public eye, he noticed a hot blush spreading over her beautiful features as she began speaking. 

"Hi, sir.." Jasmine said, trying her best to put on a naughty girl smile despite her obvious embarrassment. 

"Delivery for Mistress.. Mistress Nicolette, sir.." impotent anger welled up inside the poor Jasmine as she was forced to refer to her chief tormentor respectfully, as if the cruel woman was her OWNER. 

"One completely naked exhibitionist.. Slut.. With big fake.. Fake.. Fake tits and.. A.. Wet.. Wet bald.. Cunt.." Jasmine choked as she uttered the self-deprecating words. 

"For.. Mistress Nicolette, sir.." Jasmine continued. 



But the worst part was still to come, Jasmine knew. She was merely carrying out the orders that had been written on the small card that Jim had thrown at her, after all. 

The mortified skank wasn't sure whose idea it had been - Xavier and Nicolette seemed equally devious; but if she had had to guess, her money would have been on the latter. Nicolette never seemed to run out of ways to humiliate her naked slave, not least by making her behave like a wanton adulterous slut in front of random strangers. 

"Please.. Please.. Accept receipt by touching.. Touching.. This worthless.. Marr.. Married.. Whore's.. Clit.. Sir.." Jasmine's voice was barely audible now. 

Robbie watched open-mouthed at Jasmine's amusing performance, his eyes fixated on her pink nether lips, visibly parted between her toned thighs. 

"Uh.. Yes." he said after what seemed like a minute, "Yes, Nicolette told me you would be coming. Jizzmine.. Right?" 

Robbie chuckled as he caught sight of a dirty homeless man in the background, craning his neck to get a good look at the saucy exhibitionist's tanned back and tight ass. He wondered if the naked woman knew that her bare body was being gawked at (by someone other than himself, of course). 

"Come on in, unless you like showing off your body to the public so much." Robbie smiled at Jasmine. 

He noticed a small vase with purple flowers in them placed beside the naked woman's feet. Robbie noted that the vase was placed far away enough; it was as though the experienced tart wanted to ensure that her sexy legs, parted almost two feet wide, would be fully visible for his viewing pleasure! 

But Jasmine did not move. 

"Please accept receipt.. by touching.. This worthless married.. Married whore's clit.. Sir.." the extremely degraded Jasmine repeated. 

"Oh!" Robbie caught on, and grinned wide. 

Jasmine felt truly worthless now. Not only was she brazenly exhibiting her naked body in public, but she was also begging a stranger to touch her on the most intimate area of her bald pussy like a brainless subservient sextoy. And all because one or more of her tormentors felt it would be amusing! 

It was certainly hilarious, except for the naked and barefoot woman. 

"Hmm. And if I don't?" the tattoo artist asked snidely, observing the homeless man in the background moving towards the poor Jasmine's naked body. 

"Please, sir.. If you don't.. Then I have to stand here.. For.. Forever.." Jasmine wasn't sure what to say. 

She could hear footsteps from behind her and she wanted to get into the shop as soon as she could. 

"Ok then. Bye!" Laughing, Robbie began to shut the door. 

Jasmine's eyes widened in horror. 

"Ok, ok, I'm just messing with you. Nicolette did say you're a dumb one.." Robbie winked. 



He reached towards the sexy Jasmine's obscenely parted thighs and flicked her engorged clit hard. 

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