T-shirt for sale. Part 2

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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 41

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The auto mechanic, who asked where my skirt was, walked over to where I was standing. He looked me over, and said, "So. It was your skirt, that was in need of cleaning, Huh?", with a somewhat sinister grin on his face. I played coy, and responded, "Yeah. I can be clumsy at times. I must have gotten a stain on it, so it had to be sent to the cleaners", thinking he just wanted a closer look at my naked body.

He smiled again, then focused his attention on my breasts, or so I thought. Having been told twice that night, that my nipples resembled perfectly shaped gumdrops, I was feeling a bit proud of them, even if my breasts were small, and allowed him a good look. That's when he said, "Slut". I replied, "What?" He responded. "Slut. That's what your necklace says". I just replied, "Oh that. A friend of mine gave it to me as a joke. That's all".

He responded, "Well Kelly. It goes perfectly with your attire", then rejoined his buddies at the bar. "My attire?", I thought to myself. "I'm not wearing any clothes. What did he mean by that?" I shrugged it off, then noticed Becky had organized the customers in a line, so she could take the drink orders, collect the money, and prepare the drinks, for me to deliver.

Becky allowed only twenty people in the pub, before locking the front door, but leaving her key in the lock, in case of some unforeseen emergency. I was feeling pretty buzzed, but kept my wits about me, as I served the drinks, and mingled with customers. Perceiving my own self-importance, since I was the "Only One Naked", I pranced around the bar, forgetting the cum bath, Becky had given me earlier.

I received all sorts of looks, but attributed them to the fact that I was naked, and continued serving the drinks, to the small group of late night customers. I heard a tap on the front door, that would draw Becky from behind the bar. My heart melted, as I watched her walk to the door, covered only by her short, black and white referee skirt, and black shoes. Is there another word for "Adorable" ?

She opened the door, and Kim walked in, Fully dressed in her black leather halter top, short jean skirt, and black military boots, she looked as though she had fun at the fair. She made her way around the pub, then eventually made her way over to me. She took one look at me, and said, "Another cum bath, Kelly?' OMG! that's why everyone was looking at me. That's why the auto mechanic, said my "SLUT" necklace, went perfectly with my attire. "I MUST LOOK LIKE A TOTAL SLUT!"

I tried to keep my composure, then excused myself to visit the ladies' room. Before I could shut the door behind me, Becky made her way in, and joined me. I took one look at myself in the mirror, and nearly broke down in tears. Becky recognized my emotional torment, and said, "Relax Kelly. You look great".

Seeing my stiff hair, pointed in every direction, and the still visible coating of my own dried cum, that ran from between my thighs, right up to my face, I just pouted, turned to her, and said, "I look like a naked female "Edward Scissor Hands", but with no scissors". Becky started laughing, then replied, "Kelly! I own this pub. You'll probably get a little teasing, but if anyone gets down right rude, I'll throw them out. Meanwhile, you just have a good time, because I know that deep down, you love it".

We kissed, then made our way back out to the bar, where the clicking of cell phone cameras, was unmistakable. Becky kissed me again, then returned to making drinks, and serving them, happy to be seen wearing nothing but her tiny black and white skirt. Kim took me by the hand. and said, "I haven't seen Becky in that skirt, or looking so happy in years. What gives?"

Before Kim was able to ask me again, not to hurt Becky', I replied, "Kim. I don't know if I'm lesbian or not. All I know is that when I'm with Becky, I feel totally comfortable and secure, and I know, there's nowhere else I want to be". She just smiled, and said, as she put her arm around my shoulder, "Kelly. I'm truly happy for both of you. Now. Let's parade your trashy ass around the pub".

Unable to take my eyes off of Becky, her perfectly shaped breasts, with her tiny black and white skirt, I followed Kim to the bar, to help distribute the drinks. When I delivered two drinks to a couple of women in their thirties, one of them looked me over and asked, "So what have you been up to, that has left you in such a lascivious state?" I didn't know how to answer, when Becky walked up, then answered for me.

"Hi Gina", she said. "If you must know, I masturbated Kelly at one of Alice's parties tonight. I worked her clit to a massive orgasm, in front of forty clothed people. Then I smeared the incredible volume of sweet nectar, all over her. That's why she looks like she does. Any more questions?" The woman replied. I would liked to have seen that". Becky's reply would leave me feeling apprehensive and vulnerable.

"Well that's not possible, but we can re-enact it for you". I turned to her, and said, "Becky!" She took my hand and led me to the bar, while saying, "Oh come on Kelly. It'll be fun". Before I could utter and word of protest, She turned to the auto mechanic who had mentioned my "SLUT" necklace, and said, "Bobby. Will you help Kelly up onto the bar?" The young guy, picked me up by my waist, and sat my bare ass on the bar.

Within seconds, Becky had laid me out on the bar, putting some clean bar towels under my head. I was helpless to do anything, as she spread my legs wide open, so the bottom of me feet were touching each other. She then went on telling the story of my third public orgasm of the weekend, while gently rubbing my pussy with her left hand, and twirling my left nipple, with her right.

I could not understand how I could feel so humiliated, yet so aroused, at the same time. I kept my head turned to the left, taking in the view of Becky's bare breasts, as a distraction, while she went on explaining in detail, the events that occurred just two hours before, as the constant clicking of camera phones continued. Becky had no problem having her exposed tits, as part of everyone's permanent photo documentation of my debasement.


With everyone gathered around us, Becky told the story. "You see, Kelly was riding a Sybian saddle in front of the guests and staff, when she was unable to cum. That's when Blanch told me to provide her with some relief. I laid her out on the floor, pretty much like she is right now, then brought her to climax". Someone asked, "Are you going to make her cum now, Becky?", as if I was some sort of circus act. Her reply was reassuring. "No. I'm saving that for our little rendezvous, right after I throw you all out".

"When her body stopped twitching, and I felt she had the strength", Becky continued, "I helped her to her feet", as she assisted me up to a sitting position on the bar. "Bobby. Give our little trouper a hand down please", she said, as she made her way around the bar to meet me. She sat me in a chair, and spread my legs open again, as she finished telling the story, of how Alice had me take this exact position at the party, allowing the guests to ask me questions while I was on total display.

Becky leaned over and started kissing me. We kissed with our eyes open ,as I spread my legs even further apart, for the photo hungry group. I knew she was looking forward to eating my pussy again, as I was anxious to taste hers for the second time. Becky stood up and made an announcement. "The drinks are on the house for the next forty minutes. Please show your appreciation to"...she paused and looked at me, then continued,..."My Girlfriend, for being such a good sport".
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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 42

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For the next forty minutes, I took selfies with the Becky and the customers, posed for photos in the most revealing positions, and generally had a great time. I was actually having conversations with people about my nipples, while standing there naked. It was Awesome!. My inner urge to be seen naked, had me spending time close to the front windows, hoping people out on the sidewalk were looking in at me. I wouldn't have put my clothes on, if some one had paid me. It was once again, intoxicating!

As I looked around the pub, I had never stepped foot in, until about 9:00 last night, it felt like I had been here a hundred times. I realized that although I had fulfilled my self-known "Only One Naked", fantasy, and several others, I must have been secretly harboring, it was the people that made this the most memorable weekend of my life. Especially, Becky and Kim.

I felt as if Kim had been a long trusted friend, even though I had only met her the day before. As for Becky. Well our time together was just beginning. At least that's what I was hoping for. It was now close to 2:00 am, and the customers started making their way to the front door. Kim was the last one to reach the door.

She turned to Becky and I. She gave us both big hugs, then looked at me, and said. "Kelly. I know Becky doesn't open the pub until 2:00 pm on Sundays. So take your time checking out. The room's yours, as long as you need it". She looked at Becky, and said, "Let me know if you decide you need a chaperone", winked at her, gave me another hug, before walking down the street to her hotel.

Becky locked the door behind her, then turned to me. She kicked off her little black ankle high boots, pulled her thong down to her feet, stepped out of it, then put it on the bar with her boots. Knowing that her finely trimmed blonde pubic hair, was only covered by that short black and white striped skirt, made my mouth water.

She walked behind the bar, picked up a bottle of cognac, and said, "What do you say we have a nightcap in my courtyard?" I was so thrilled she had left herself so vulnerable and exposed, I instantly replied, "Sure".

I followed Becky out the back door, and we both took a seat in her courtyard chairs. The entire area was silent, except for the distant sounds of some people out in front of the pub. We sipped our cognac, while talking about our lives, and future ambitions. Becky owned her pub, achieving her financial goals. I was close to paying off my house and shop, almost achieving mine. We were much more alike, than I had realized. The hour we spent outside, oblivious to our surroundings, only served to bring us closer.

Now 3:00 am, we decided to make our way to Becky's apartment, above the pub. Becky stopped, turned around and kissed me. She barely pulled back two inches, when she asked, "Want to have one last naked adventure?" I was confused, as I looked at her in bewilderment. She went on to tell me about a plot she and Kim had arranged, if I was willing.

"Kim will call her brother Matt, and send him over here. When he discovers your public nudity, he'll handcuff you, then walk you down to the hotel, on the premise that you need to show him your I.D. Of course we'll have to stop on the way, to explain why this police officer, is escorting this naked delinquent down the street. I of course, will be pleading your case to the officer, as we make our way down to the hotel. What do you think?"

I couldn't believe I was even considering it, when I kissed Becky, then asked, "Are you sure I won't get into any real trouble?' She replied, "Kelly. Kim had Alice make a call down town. Trust me. You will not get in any real trouble. Matt will see to that. So the question remains. Are we going to show your clean shaven pussy, fabulous ass and those enormous nipples, to some more un-expecting viewers?" I became almost catatonic, as I forced out a whisper. "O.k."

Becky went back into the pub, then emerged wearing her boots and her black bra. She had her purse, and had put my much smaller purse in hers. My purse held my wallet, phone and I.D. The same I.D. we were going to walk a few blocks, to retrieve. Becky made a call and within three minutes, Matt pulled into the rear parking area with his police cruiser. I started to have second thoughts.

Matt got out of his car, locked it, then walked over to us. I was so intimidated, I again became speechless. Becky handed me my sandals, and said, "O.k. Dirty Girl. Get dressed", as she handed me the only thing I would be wearing, other than my "SLUT" necklace.

Matt smiled, the asked, "Well ladies. Are you ready for your little excursion?" I looked at Matt, then forced myself to ask him, "Matt. Are you sure I won't get in any real trouble?" His reply would instantly put me at ease. Or at least as much at ease, as someone can be, while being escorted several city blocks, while naked and handcuffed.

"Kelly. I haven't seen my sister have so much fun in a long time. And Becky here, is back to being her old self. I promise, the girl than made this possible, will be completely safe". I put on my sandals, then put my hands behind my back, so Matt could handcuff me. He was very careful not to cause me any discomfort.

With that, Becky said, "Well Matt. It's time to take my Dirty Girl back to her hotel". We walked through the side pathway, and out to the front of the pub, where the street lights felt as if they were aimed directly at my naked, handcuffed body. I again started having second thoughts, but it was to late. Matt gently held onto the handcuffs, as he walked me down the street, toward the hotel.

The street seemed crowded for 3:00 am, as several people walked passed us, with the most disapproving expressions on their faces. I couldn't cover my shame, even if I wanted to. Matt continued to walk me towards the hotel, as Becky pleaded for my release, for the amusement of those watching us. I felt so ashamed as the onlookers were laughing at me, while Matt said, "Nothing to see here folks. Be on your way".
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Half way to the hotel, we arrived in front of an all night diner, with an older woman smoking a cigarette out front. She was dressed in a waitress uniform, so it was easy to see she worked there. As we got closer, she asked. "Officer Matt. What do we have here?", as she surveyed my naked form. "Just a case of indecent exposure, Beth. I'm taking her to the hotel, before she gets into any more trouble". My heart sank, as she asked, "Why not come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Becky protested, saying, "Officer! You can't just parade my naked friend around in front of everyone!" Matt grinned, then replied, "She should have thought about that, before deciding to run naked through the neighborhood". He then turn to Beth, and said, "You know what, Beth? I think I will take you up on that cup of coffee", as he escorted me into the diner, full of people.

All eyes immediately fell on me, as the bell on the door was an announcement of my arrival. Beth went behind the counter to get Matt his coffee, as the comments and ridicule started flying. "What do you got there officer?" asked one man. "What's wrong with these young people today?", came a question from an older woman at the counter, who followed up with, "And why do they all shave their pubic hair?", bringing everyone's attention to my cleanly shaved pussy.

Another smart ass at the counter, asked, "Is she being arrested for J-walking?', as he laughed, then lifted his coffee to his lips. Matt took the glass coffee mug from Beth, indicating he was going to keep me on display, while he drank it, right there in the diner. My utter humiliation was only surpassed by my complete and total arousal.

Becky continued her protest by saying, "Officer! This isn't fair! You are completely humiliating my friend. The only thing that could make it worse, is if everyone started taking pictures of her!", as she turned to me and winked. Click! Click! Click! Click! was all that was heard throughout the packed diner, as Becky had succeeded in increasing my public debasement, to an all new level. My pussy was becoming saturated, as I wanted to melt away into the red and white tile floor.

Matt put his coffee mug on the counter, then said, "Beth. How about a 1/2 cup more? Please", while Becky whispered in my ear, "I love you Dirty Girl". While Matt took his sweet time drinking the coffee, another man, sitting in a nearby booth, said, "Be careful officer. This girl has two pointy objects in her possession", referring to my totally erect nipples. Everyone in the diner started laughing at me, as I has helpless to cover them up.

Matt finally finished his coffee, and said, "Thanks Beth. You all have a good night", then escorted me back out onto the street. The hotel was in sight, as I became distraught about what might happen next. Having my hands cuffed behind me, was a completely new experience, and added an increased level of trepidation to the escapade. I felt more exposed that ever. We walked about another block, within a couple hundred feet of the Hotel entrance, hearing the catcalls and whistles from those driving by.

We made it the hotel, as Matt escorted me through the automatic front doors. I became disheartened, as I saw what must have been a dozen people, leaving the hotel lounge and headed for the elevators in the lobby. Right where I was standing, naked and handcuffed.

"Check this out!", I heard one of them say, as it felt like a stampede was running to see my public degradation. Kim was in full hotel uniform when we walked in. After the crowd positioned themselves in a half circle around Matt, Becky and I, Kim decided to put on a show for them. At my expense of course.

"You again!", she sternly said, looking at me like a disapproving parent. Matt inquired, "Again?" Kim continued, "Yes Officer. Again! I went up the Brian's pub for a drink after work last night, and there she was. Naked as a Jay bird, serving drinks to the customers. Then last night, she conveniently locked herself out of her room, once again, Naked!" I was too mortified to even think about looking at the expressions of the late night crowd. I just hung my head in shame, as she continued her rant.

"Then this afternoon I was walking downtown, and there she was. Walking around the Fair, wearing nothing but those sandals. She arrived yesterday, and with the exception of a flimsy yellow sundress, I haven't seen her with any clothes on, at all". The crowd was silent, most likely because they were afraid to interrupt, my new and trusted friend, Kim.

She walked up to me and said, Listen here missy. We San Franciscans, may be a liberal bunch, but you should find yourself a nudists colony or something. Unless you have some sick fetish about being the "Only One Naked in Public". She then did the unthinkable. She slid her finger into my slit, and said, "Just as I thought. Soaking wet!". All you could hear was the moans from the crowd. Just when I was about to pass out from embarrassment, she turned to the crowd, and said, "O.k. people! Show's over!", then turned to Matt, and said, "Officer, I'll take it from here".

The crowd quickly dispersed. Most making their way to the elevators, while some left through the front doors. Matt removed his handcuffs, Smiled, and said, "Have a nice evening ladies", as he walked out the door. I was trembling, when Becky held my cheeks, and planted another French kiss on me, asking, "How was that my Dirty Girl?"

Still shaking, I threw my arms around her neck, as we passionately kissed, right there in the now empty hotel lobby. She slid her two fingers into my pussy, then pulled them out, and turned to Kim, saying, "You're right Kim. She is soaking wet", as she slid the two fingers into her mouth, and licked my juices from them. She then said, "I think I'll be spending the night here, Kim". Kim just giggled, and replied, "Have fun you two", as we made our way to the elevator.

Once on the elevator, Becky removed her bra and put it in her purse. She then slid down her little black and white skirt, and put that in her purse as well, revealing she never put her thong back on for our little journey. Unable to keep our hands off each other, we started kissing again, until the elevator stopped on the third floor. The door opened, and two of the guys who had just witnessed my public debasement, looked in. Becky turned towards them, as their eyes were wide open.

Next came the line of all lines. "What? We just came from a costume party. We went as twin newborn sisters". One of the wise guys looked at Becky's pubic hair, and responded, "I don't think newborns have hair on their pussies". She replied, "Well I'm the older sister, I came out first. Now scram!", as she pushed the 'door close' button on the elevator panel. We reached the forth floor, and made a B-line for my hotel room door.

I was so nervous, I started fumbling with my purse, looking for the door pass. Becky told me to relax, and rubbed my back, as I found the pass and let us in. We dropped everything right there inside the door and ran to the bed. It was the most passionate and satisfying sex of both our lives. The morning would come too soon for both of us.
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The idea of having Matt, The Police Officer, escort a naked Kelly through town in handcuffs forcing her to show herself in a variety of venues was not only a brilliant idea but you told the scenarios very well.

I am very glad that you still have ideas for this story.

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Becky and I didn't get out of bed until 11:00. We took a shower together, then I started packing my things, as she laid on the bed, naked. I was going through my suitcase, looking for something appropriate to wear for the trip home, when she asked, "Why not wear this ?", as she held up the wrinkled pink sundress, I had on the night before.

"I can't wear that dirty thing", I responded. She got out of the bed, shook the thin garment in front of me, and said, "It's not dirty, Kelly. It's just a little wrinkled. After all, you only had it on for about thirty minutes last night". I replied, "I'll find something else, Becky", as I pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

She put my sundress in front of me, and said, "It will be easier to get to your "Happy Spot", wearing this. I have an iron at my apartment". "I have a small travel iron with me, Becky, but I don't think I'll need to find my "Happy Spot", on my way home". She grinned, then said, "I've got $20.00, that says your panties will be in your purse by the first rest stop".

I was bug eyed when I looked at her, knowing deep down, she was right. I snatched the dress, took out my travel iron, then started ironing the dress, as she laid naked on the bed, watching my naked ass, iron my pink summer sundress, for the five hour ride home. Becky jumped out of the bed as I pulled out another pair of my white cotton panties. "Girl. We've got to get you some more stylish underwear", as she looked for some colorful thong, that wasn't there.

"I like my white panties!", I said, as I snatched them from her hands. She grinned and said, "Well Kelly. Nothing will show a wet spot like a pair of white cotton panties", as she giggled, then laid back on the bed. I finished ironing my pink sundress, then picked up a pair of my white cotton panties, and slid them on. I put on a white bra, as Becky continued to watch me, from her place on the bed.

I slid my pink cotton dress on, feeling a bit restricted from the bra and panties, but wouldn't give Becky the satisfaction of knowing she was right. I finished with my packing, as I watched Becky put on her tiny black and white striped skirt, then her black bra. She put her boots back on, looked at me, and said, "Well Kelly. I guess it's time to get your happy ass back to Oregon".

We were both sad, yet knew this moment would come, sooner or later. As we walked to the door, exiting room 403, I turned and looked back. I spent little time in this room, but felt it was the home base, that launched my weekend of constant exposure, utter humiliation and total sexual satisfaction. My eyes welled up with tears, as I pulled the door shut for the last time.

Becky and I took the elevator to the lobby floor. When the doors opened and we stepped out, I gasped, as I saw Kim, Ashley, Kayla, Liz, Stephanie, Sue and even Stacy, holding a long banner that read, "We'll miss you Dirty Girl. Hurry back". I was overwhelmed with emotion, as I hugged each and everyone of them. We said our goodbyes, then I turned to Becky. I could see she was as choked up as I was, about our parting ways.

I walked over to Becky, and said, "My jumpsuit is still at your apartment. I guess I'll have to drive you home to get it". She replied, "I guess you will", as we left the hotel and headed for my car. I knew Becky wanted a private goodbye, because I wanted a private goodbye. We pulled into the rear parking area, and went up the fire escape to Becky's apartment.

I looked around the apartment, as Becky got my jumpsuit. Once it was packed into my travel bag, we both just looked at each other. We sat on Becky's bed, and reminded each other to continue our quests for financial independence, if only to give ourselves a mission, to relieve the sadness of our separation.

Becky walked me down to my car, We kissed and hugged for one last time. She looked into my eyes and said, "I'll miss you Dirty Girl". I replied, I love being your Dirty Girl", before I got in my car and drove away. I made my way to the freeway, then headed north to Oregon. When I was out of San Francisco traffic, I found myself experimenting with my power windows, to see what combination of window height would blow my dress up, exposing my white cotton panties. Once I had the perfect settings, I drove up the freeway, feeling totally unfettered.

I was two hours from San Francisco, when I pulled into a rest stop. It was mid-afternoon, when I walked inside the rest area, to take a pee break. Knowing I had three hours left to drive, I made my way to the ladies room. Once inside the stall, I felt like had lost all control of my faculties. Unable to restrain myself, I removed my bra and panties, then put them in my purse, next to the envelope containing $3000.00 of Alice's wage and bonus money.

I exited the ladies room, then took my sweet old time walking to my car. My nipples were practically working their way through the thin material of my dress, as I enjoyed the glances of an older couple, walking into the rest area. "These young girls have no shame. She's probably from San Francisco", the old woman said. I just smiled, and made my way back to my car.
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FunKelly wrote: Sat Apr 03, 2021 8:53 pm "These young girls have no shame. She's probably from San Francisco", the old woman said.
HILARIOUS. What a great line. It made me laugh out loud.

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Now covered by only the thin fabric of my sundress, I sent Becky a text message. "Down to just my sundress and sandals. I guess I owe you $20.00. Just leaving my first rest stop. Thanks for the advice. Your Dirty Girl, Kelly". She instantly responded, "Call me when you get home, so I know you're safe. Love You". I drove the rest of the way without stopping, massaging my clit along the way.

I pulled into my driveway about 6:30 pm, then went inside my house. First I sent Becky a text, letting her know I was home. I put my travel bag on the bed, then started unpacking. When I separated the clean clothes from the dirty ones, I realized how little of the clothes I had packed, I had actually worn. It wasn't even enough for a small load of laundry. Immediately I sat at my computer and started posting photos from my excursion, on my favorite websites.

By 8:00 pm, I was sound asleep, exhausted from my 2 days in San Francisco. I woke about !:00 am, and decided to go to my shop. As I made my way to the building behind my house, I saw an unmarked box, placed at the door. Assuming it was my order of plain, navy blue T-shirts, for a local plumbing companies employee summer uniforms, I unlocked the door, picked up the box and placed it on a table.

I opened the box and saw a letter, attached to a DVD or CD. Perplexed, I opened the letter first. "Dear Kelly. Again, we can't thank you enough, for not only entertaining our guests, but for allowing Alice and I, to relive our past. Alice insisted we send this token of our appreciation. Hope you enjoy it. Your friends forever, Blanch and Alice. PS. You have my word. This is the only copy of movie in existence".

Completely stunned that they managed to get the gift to my house before I got home, I frantically pulled out the Styrofoam peanuts, and to my complete surprise, I laid my eyes on a Sybian saddle, equipped with an attached phallus. I pulled off the pink cotton sundress, I was wearing, and continued to unpack the gift. I placed the saddle on the floor, locked the door of the shop, then put the DVD into my shop computer.

I had taken film making as a minor in college, so I knew after watching the DVD for ten minutes, that Alice and Blanch had hidden cameras that showed every possible angle, in every room of the house. There I was. From the time I exited James' limo, until the time I re-entered it later that night, every moment of my public debauchery was caught on film.

Every clip of the film was focused on me. From my personal grooming inspection in the kitchen, to the degradation of the public orgasm, all five hours of my preeminent depravity was on the DVD. I lowered myself on my new gift, turned it on low, and watched, as I recollected the events, working my way up to another orgasm.

The events I was watching, could only have been edited by an in-house cinematographer, who produced the film in real time. All I know, is that watching myself among all of the clothed people, performing such degrading acts, left yours truly, feeling even more humiliated, yet more stimulated, than I had been while I was actually going through it. I started working my clit feverishly on the phallus of the Sabian saddle, when I heard the ring of my cell phone.

It was Becky calling, at 1:45 am. Still fifteen minutes before she closed her pub, I made the dreadful mistake of assuming she closed a bit early, and opened up a face-time, so we could see each other on screen. Still trying to work myself to climax, my computer screen showed a topless Becky, wearing her short black and white striped referee skirt. Behind her was a fully packed pub. I was horrified when I said to Becky, "I thought you were alone!?", knowing I was in full view of those in the pub at the time. They were all laughing at me, and cheering me on, to achieve my ultimate goal, Another intense orgasm.

I called to Becky to turn off the face time, since I was preoccupied with trying to achieve climax. She replied, "No way Dirty Girl! I have you up on the computer screen behind the bar, so we can all watch. RIDE THAT THING!" To far past the point of stopping, I worked my clit to an orgasm, and practically collapsed with the phallus still deep inside my pussy.

Becky then said, "O.k. Dirty Girl. You know the drill. Wipe that sweet nectar on your tits, and run it through your hair". Amazingly, I followed her instructions, and degraded myself even further, in front of a cheering crowd that was five hours away, from the privacy of my little printing shop in Oregon.

Propping myself up by the horn of the saddle, I heard Becky call out, "O.k. Drink up and head out people! I need some private time with my Dirty Girl". One by one, they stepped up to the camera in the computer screen, thanked me for the show and said goodnight. I just sat there, once again covered in my own cum, and said goodbye the customers, as they made their way out the front door of the pub.
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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 46

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I had my first full view of Becky's body, as she locked the pub door. She was wearing black hi-top Converse All Stars, with her ultra short, black and white striped, referee skirt. She turned to head back to the bar, when I yelled, "Wait!" Becky looked confused, when she asked, "Wait for what?" I replied, "Becky. You look so adorable in that skirt with those sneakers. I just want a minute to take it all in". She pulled up her skirt, and said "Look Kelly! No thong! See how you inspire me, Dirty Girl?"

Seeing her little tuft of blonde pubic hair, made me horny again. I turned the saddle back on low, then resumed working my clit on the phallus, as I watched her looking down at her own, well trimmed pussy. She looked back to the camera, and said, "Can I close up the pub now?", still holding up her skirt. I replied, "Yes, but please send me a full body selfie". She lowered her skirt, retuned to the back of the bar, then finished washing the bar glasses, as I enjoyed the light stimulation of my clitoris.

"Oh! By the way Kelly! The woman at Blanch and Alice's party offered us $5,000 each if we'll perform pretty much the same way we did at Alice's party. What do your think?" "$5,000 each ?", I replied, in astonishment. Becky smiled and said, "Yup. $5,000 each". I should have thought better of it, but asked, "When is her party?" Becky looked at the camera, and said, "That's why you're my Dirty Girl. It's in two months. You in?" Still being stimulated by the Sabian saddle, I replied, "Sure. Why not?"

Becky said she would confirm the date, then let me know. We chatted for almost an hour, said our goodnights, then signed off. It was now after 3:00 am. I cleaned the residue of my public climax off the Sybian saddle, then put it back in the box, placing it in a far away corner of my shop. I was tempted to walk the short distance to the house in the nude, but decided my naked adventures should remain far from home. I put on my sundress, went back inside my house, took a long hot shower and went to bed.

I woke on Monday morning feeling happy I was home, but yearning for the company of my new friends in San Francisco, especially Becky. I took another shower, not knowing if I needed to be refreshed, or needed to wash off some left over residue from my weekend of debauchery. Either way, I dried off, brushed my hair, then my teeth and picked out my clothing for the day. White cotton panties, a bra, khaki shorts, ankle socks and sneakers, and of course my "Kelly's Prints and T's" T-shirt.

I made my morning coffee, then headed out to my printing shop. I had two orders to deliver, and one that was going to be picked up. I set my press for the plumbing company's T-shirts, knowing the blank navy blue T-shirts would be delivered soon. Knowing Becky and I had talked about buckling down, and focusing on our businesses, while we waited for an opportunity to see each other again, I poured myself into my T-shirt printing business.

For the next few weeks I took many school orders, including monogramed polo uniform shirts for most of the school grades, and T-shirts for fall flag football teams. Business was good, but I was yearning for the excitement of my San Francisco weekend. Becky and I met on line often. Sometimes just to chat, but mostly to have cyber sex. I so looked forward to our early morning rendezvous.

It had been a month since my San Francisco trip, yet my outrageous nude in public adventures, were never far from my thoughts. That's when I received not one, but two invitations, that would allow me the chance to be completely humiliated, while naked among clothed people. The desire was too great, so I jumped at both opportunities.

I received a call from Becky one day at noon, when she said, "Hey Dirty Girl. I need a favor. Well, actually my gay brother Eric, needs one. He's opening massage parlor on the Oregon coast, that will focus on fully nude erotic massages for women. He wants to have a someone to practice on, who will give him a true evaluation of his skills, and feedback suggestions to help him satisfy his clients. I immediately thought of you. What do you say?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing when she continued, "His parlor is only a little more that two hours from you. You could leave in the morning, spend a few hours being massaged to orgasm, while being the only one naked. It's perfect for you! You'd be home before dinner. Before you answer, take a look at your schedule, and let me know what day this week works for you". "This week? It's already Tuesday, Becky", leaving little doubt that I would do it.

"I was just helping out a friend", I kept telling myself, relieved to see my Thursday schedule was open. I had no appointments and could print my T-shirt orders when I got home. It was as if someone else was putting the words in my mouth, as I replied, "Thursday works for me". Becky excitedly replied, "I knew I could count on my Dirty Girl", as she told me she would set it up and get back to me that night.

The second invitation was even more preposterous than the first, and came in the form of a hand written letter from Blanch. It read as follows.

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"Dear Kelly,

"Alice and I are hoping this letter finds you well. The place isn't the same without you. I'll get right to the point. We have young female friend, who will be holding a "Sex Toy" party at our house in three weeks. Her name is Barbara, and she is looking for someone who would be willing to allow her to demonstrate her products, for a gathering of ten straight women. We immediately thought of you, hoping for an occasion to see you again.
We realize that asking you to be stripped down completely naked, while Barbara demonstrates the usefulness of each of her pleasure products, is a tall order, yet we are optimistic that you may agree to attend. Our motives are selfish, as we both would greatly like to see you again. We will both be waiting in anticipation for your response".

Your friends forever,
Blanch and Alice.

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Enclosed with the letter, was an RSVP card, along with post paid, self addressed return envelope. The two crazy old women sent the request, as if it was an invitation to a wedding or baby shower. It was becoming clear to me that Blanch was to Alice, what Becky was to me. The one pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

The way Blanch artfully followed up the audacious solicitation, with a heartfelt plea for my company, had me feeling very much needed. I decided to wait for Becky's return call, with instructions for my erotic, naked massage, at the hands of her homosexual brother, Eric, before responding to Blanch and Alice's invitation.
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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 47

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Becky called me back at 2:00 pm. My heart was racing, as I realized what I had agreed to do for her brother Eric, rather what I had agreed to let Eric do to me. It was so surreal, as she gave me the address, then sent me a photo of him, standing with her. I will say this, he was both handsome and fit.

Still, the thought of this handsome gay man, massaging my naked body to climax, made me feel both anxious and aroused, at the same time. The idea that this business he was starting may be taboo in some places, had me a bit concerned about possibly breaking some local town ordinances. Can you imagine the humiliation of being caught by the authorities, stark naked, while a handsome, fit young gay man was massaging my clitoris, as my legs laid spread wide open. The concept alone, frightened me, yet I could not ignore how it excited me also . My new hobby was a constant roller coaster of emotions.

I heard only half of what Becky was saying, as my khaki shorts and panties, were now on a table in my locked printing shop, and my fingers were buried deep inside my soaking wet pussy. My mind was telling me to back out, but my pussy was speaking for me, as I assured her I would be at the parlor, no later than 10:00 Thursday morning.

Once the details of my trip to "Eric's Oregon Coast Massage Parlor" were confirmed, I asked Becky what she thought about Blanch and Alice's invitation to the "Sex Toy Party" they were hosting. Continuing to pleasure myself, I heard Becky reply in excitement, "Damn right you should do it Dirty Girl! You'll stay with me of course. Kelly! We'll get to make love, while talking dirty about your latest experience. It will be awesome!"

After I hung up with Becky, I immediately pulled out my Sybian saddle, lowered my wet pussy on the phallus and turned it on medium. I then tore off my shirt and bra, threw them to the side, then road my new gift to another climax, imagining some of my customers were watching. After my orgasm, I cleaned the saddle, put it away and got dressed. I kept telling myself that this was getting out of control, but the level of climax was like nothing I had experienced before.

I opened my shop windows and door, allowing in some fresh air, then returned to my work. I worked until after midnight to keep up with the orders, and have Thursday available for my trip to the Oregon coast, and Eric's Erotic Massage Parlor.

All day on Wednesday, I buried myself in my work and was caught up by 7:00 pm. I had a small meal, then made my way to bed, where I fell asleep by 9:00, while the T.V. was still on. I woke at 6:00 am, feeling anxious about the upcoming day. While drinking my morning coffee, I finished my necessary on-line correspondences with my customer and suppliers. I took a shower, had a bowl of cereal, then went back to my room to get dressed.

Undecided as to what was the appropriate attire for the day's events, I chose my pastel blue sundress, with my white panties and bra of course. Sandals instead of sneakers and ankle socks, finished off the day's outfit. After setting my GPS to Eric's address, I pulled out of my driveway, not knowing what was possessing me to go through with Becky's request.

Once in the small seacoast town, I found a local bake shop, thinking another coffee and a muffin might help take the edge off. It was 9:20 am, as I walked in the quaint shop, leaving me with 40 minutes to get the 1/2 mile to Eric's massage parlor. I ordered my coffee and one of their blueberry muffins, then took a seat by the front window. Looking out over the charming little street, I found it difficult to believe an erotic massage parlor would fit in here, even though I figured that's not how Eric planned on promoting his new establishment.

After finishing my coffee and muffin, I returned to my car and headed the few blocks to Eric's, following the instructions of my GPS. As I made my way down the main street, that had a nostalgic 1950's feel, other shops and businesses made it obvious that this was a gay-bi friendly town. I started to feel a bit more relaxed about my upcoming endeavor.

I pulled into an available parking space right in front of the old, but well maintained, white stucco, one story building. With it's bright blue awnings, along with white print that read, "The Total Relaxation Studio", I felt relieved. The clean, bright appearance of the building, fit right into it's surroundings. I summoned my inner courage, got out of my car, then walked to the front door, unaware of what might be waiting for me inside.
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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 2

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I wonder what special celebration is going to happen once this series finally hits 50 parts! That's a big ol' number and it's right around the corner. And to think, the title has been stuck at "Part 2" the entire time.

I'm intrigued by the many possibilities involving an erotic massage from a gay man and the likely intensity of the one-sided sexual tension that will come from it. I don't think I've ever seen that entire dynamic attempted before, much less that specific situation. Should be fun.
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