T-shirt for sale. Part 2

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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 36

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FunKelly wrote: Tue Mar 16, 2021 5:40 pm

Alice and Blanch slid their arms in mine. I wasn't sure if it was to keep me from covering my shame, or to help stiffen my spine, through the daunting challenge of keeping my composure, under such strain. One by one the guests greeted Alice and Blanch, while practically ignoring Kevin and Lance. Alice had positioned me perfectly, if exposing me to such a demeaning ordeal, was her intention.


I must admit, it was a bit reassuring that the two women wanted me to be completely exposed to their guest, while never leaving me vulnerable to ridicule.

I am a bit confused. It seems that the two statements above conflict with each other. On one hand Kelly was feeling that the girls were demeaning her on purpose and yet a short paragraph later she felt they were never leaving her vulnerable to ridicule? What did the hosts do to suddenly change Kelly's mind? On one hand, Alice and company seem to be trying to encourage Kelly to discover what she really wants in life while being protective of her; on the other hand they often appear to be just using Kelly for their own entertainment (what fun that is too for us, the readers.)

Which is correct? I can't wait to find out in the upcoming chapters.

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When the guests were arriving, Kelly wasn't sure of Blanch and Alice's intentions, as they held her arms in theirs. After the greeting went as well as can be expected, in such circumstances, Kelly felt the two women did not abandoned her. I hope this clears us the intended time-line for you. Thanks again for the comments.
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Re: T-shirt for sale. Part 37

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I kept wondering why I wasn't helping the others serve the guests, until Blanch asked me, "Kelly dear. Would you mind grabbing a tray of hors d'oeuvres from the kitchen, and offering them to our guests?" I knew going into the kitchen, with the three women, would be a bit intimidating, but felt I could handle it. Knowing this was the reason, I was here in the first place, I replied, "Sure" and headed for the kitchen.

I walked through the dining room, and into the kitchen. When inside, I saw the three women working tirelessly, preparing the different courses of the menu. I walked up to a table with several serving trays on it, and asked, "Are these the hors d'oeuvres I'm supposed to be serving?" The older woman's response would make me feel so dirty and cheap.

"Unless you expect them all to eat your pussy", she replied, giving me a look, while the other two women started laughing. I know Alice and Blanch stayed with me for a while, to keep me feeling protected from ridicule, but this woman's response undid any feeling of security, I might have had.

Afraid I might break out in tears, I desperately tried to summon any remaining shred of dignity, I may have had. I took a deep breath, then turned to face the woman. "Sorry. No one at this party could afford that", I replied, knowing there were mostly millionaires at the party. I picked up a tray, and returned to the party, where I felt more comfortable.

For the next hour and a half, I returned to the kitchen many times, picking up the next culinary treats to serve to the guests. Not another word of ridicule was directed at me. That's when Blanch took my hand and said, "Kelly. Take a break. Let's get some air", as she walked me out the kitchen door, to the rear of the house.

We sat on the concrete step outside the kitchen door. The rough surface against my bare ass, was yet another reminder of my nakedness. Blanch recognized I was a bit uncomfortable, being naked outside, and said. "Relax Kelly. Not even the chief of police, or the mayor of San Francisco, would approach you at this house". That's when she told me how she and Alice had met.

"Kelly. You remind Alice, and me, of her at your age. We met in our mid to late twenties, and we've been together since we were about thirty years old. Back in those days, I would attend a party, and there she would be. Stark naked! Handing out bottles of beer to the other party goers. For two or three years, I would run into her at different parties and events, and she would always be topless or completely naked".

Blanch continued her story. "I constantly wondered why Alice continued to behave in that manner. I finally asked her, "Alice. Why are you always taking off your clothes in public?" Her response was priceless. "Blanch! I wouldn't have to get naked, if someone else would! But nobody ever does!" That was the moment I fell in love with her, regardless of the crazy shit, she would pull", she said.

I was able to hold back my tears, when the older woman in the kitchen, insulted me, but not this time. I was so touched by Blanch's recollection of her early days with Alice, and their obvious love and affection toward each other now, I started getting teary eyed. She put her arm around me, and said, "I see that kind of longevity for you, and someone else I know".

I immediately thought of Becky. I knew this woman for barely twenty four hours, but she never left my thoughts. I felt comfortable and secure when I was with Becky. Not only because I had my first lesbian experience with her, but because of how I felt about our short time together. Not only was she not judging me, but she was supporting me, and my "Only One Naked" adventures.

Blanch said, "O.k. Kelly. Turn off the water works", as I saw her eyes were also welled up with tears. I knew she was thinking about her and Alice, and their years together. We both dried our eyes, stood up, then hugged, before walking back into the kitchen.

Being escorted by Blanch through the house, eliminated any possibility of contempt from those we would pass. Blanch said, as we made our way to the great room, "Kelly. Remember this. The only difference between you and Alice, is that Alice can be an asshole". We were both laughing, as we entered the great room.

By now it was after 10:30 pm, and I was almost feeling disappointed that my public nudity, had less than an hour and a half left. That was until Alice called me over to the grand piano. The guests were dancing to the band music, or enjoying their drinks, while conversing with those around them. "Kelly, dear", Alice said, while standing next to an old man in a wheel chair, (a new addition to the party), "Would you do me a favor?", she asked.

"My close friend Alfred here, is celebrating his 90th birthday. He was wondering if she could see the inside of your vagina?" Shocked! I asked, "WHAT!", as the sweet old man looked at me, with eagerness written all over his face. "It's his 90th birthday Kelly", Alice said, with a look of empathy, for the old man, on her face.

I looked at Alice with total trepidation, and said, "You're kidding. Right?" She responded, "What would it hurt, to let an old man feel young again, if only for a minute? I wouldn't ask, if Alfred wasn't such a close friend. The poor old soul hasn't seen the inside of a vagina, for over a quarter century". I hesitated, having no idea how to respond to the incredible request.

I looked at the old man's expression of anticipation, turned around, leaned over and placed my forearms on the piano. I then spread my legs, and buried my face into the wood of the piano, between my forearms, totally disgraced.

That's when I heard Alice say, "Becky. Can you give us a hand here?" Becky replied, "Sure", as she knelt next to my right leg, and proceeded to peel back my pussy lips, exposing my inner vaginal region to the old man, along with all those gathering around the public debacle. I kept my face buried into the piano, allowing Alfred to see inside my most private area.

When Becky opened my pussy lips even further, I flinched. "SMACK", came a slap on my ass from Alice. Before she could say, "Hold still", I made the egregious mistake, of letting out a moan, instead of a squeal or screech. The tone of the rest of the evening changed, as Alice, picked up on my faux pas.
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I was so ashamed, that while being bent over naked, with so many people looking into my vaginal cavity, a smack on my ass, would be the spark that led to my complete, and total public debauchery. Still burying my face, I heard Alice ask, "Does our little "SLUT", like to be spanked ?" I whimpered, "No", as the second "SLAP" across my ass, stimulated me even more. It made me realize, how much I was learning about my deepest, most inner desires. I was helpless, as I let out another moan.

"SLAP", came the third stroke across my bare ass, as I felt the unmistakable arousal, of an upcoming orgasm. Trying to focus on anything, but my humiliating public spanking, I was powerless against my inner urges. "SLAP" came the fourth stroke. I had lost total control of my body, as the fifth "SLAP", brought me to climax.

Compared to the orgasms, I had at the hands of Becky and Liz, the night before, this orgasm was more like the ones, I was used to having at home. All I could do was hope, no one noticed. "OMG!", Becky exclaimed. "Kelly! You just had a mini orgasm!", as I felt the gooey substance travel across my left pussy lip, and down my left inner thigh.

"Everyone! Come look!", Becky said, as I continued to bury my face in the piano, as if that might somehow reduce the indignity of the entire sorted affair. A woman from the party looked at the cum running down my leg, and asked, "That's a mini orgasm?" Becky replied, "Oh yeah. Trust me. Kelly can cum in buckets!

Becky continued talking, as I remained in the most degrading position possible. "You wouldn't believe the volume of cum that poured out of this tiny pussy, when I masturbated her, in the pool room of my pub last night", she said, to the attentive guests. Knowing Alfred had a eye level view, of my wide open pussy, made the depths of my abasement, that much deeper. There was no place to hide.

Still hiding my face, from those who had assembled around my mortifying public exhibition, I was hoping some relief from this utter humiliation, would soon follow. That was not to be the case. Hearing all the comments from the onlookers, was both emotional torture, yet sexually indulging. It was then that I heard Alice ask Becky.

"Becky, is Kelly in need of some additional relief ?" Becky replied, "This much I know. This girl has much more inside her, than has been released". With that, Alice instructed Kevin and Lance to lift up, the round table in the center of the room, and place it in the open corner, near the grand piano.

I warily raised my head, and turned to my left. That's when I laid my eyes on the "Sybian saddle", positioned in the center of the room. I became overwhelmed with both trepidation and sensual curiosity. I had seen them on the internet, and privately fantasized about riding one, but never did I fantasize about riding one, in front of so many formally dressed people.

Still bent over the piano, with my legs spread wide open, with cum dripping down my inner left thigh, I knew I had to decline any invitation to ride the mechanical device. No matter how much my sexual urges were leaning towards riding the beast, I was unable to convince myself to experiment, amid so many clothed people. Especially so many people wearing masks.

Unable to see their faces, became a road block to me experiencing this most salacious of activities. I stood up. then turned to Alice, and said, "Alice. I can't do this". "Oh sure you can sweetie. Just ride the pony", she replied, as she led the guests in a chant. "Kelly ride the pony! Kelly ride the pony! Kelly ride the pony!"

As the volume of the chants increased, Alice and Becky, led me to the erotic apparatus. My eyes were pleading for an intermission, but none was to come. Becky eagerly took a position at the front of the saddle, then picked up the controls, as she winked at me. All through my mind, ran thoughts of how I was being used and degraded, for the entertainment of the audience.

As if knowing my thoughts, Blanch looked at me, and whispered, "It's for your entertainment, Kelly. Enjoy it". Every fiber of my being, said don't do it, but I was unable to resist. I straddled the Sybian saddle, as Becky looked up and me, and said, "Have a seat dirty girl". Not knowing why I was doing it, I lowered myself, and placed my pussy on the vibrating pad, of the Sybian saddle.
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You just HAVE to love Alice and Becky, What colorful characters you have masterfully created. Your use of the Sybian was wonderful as well. Such an intense chapter. I am SO loving this story.

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It doesn't take an Einstein to realize that nobody has a Sybian saddle, hidden under a table in their great room, by chance. Whether this degrading public event was orchestrated for my sake, or just preparation, in the event that Alice would be able to convince someone else, to demean themselves publically, was a mystery to me. All I know, is I was positioning myself, for my very first Sybian saddle experience, in front of dozens of clothed people, as Becky was holding the controls, unable to keep from smiling in anticipation.

I kept my focus on Becky, since many of the guests were still wearing their masks. I found that not being able to read their expressions, could be unsettling. "Are you ready Dirty Girl?", Becky asked. I simply nodded, "Yes". The sound of the motor was being drowned out by the voices of the guests, and the soft music coming from the band.

The stimulation was intense, as I watched Becky work the control knob. She started on low, allowing me to become familiar with the sensation. "You Go Kelly! Ride that thing!", came a call from someone in the crowd, as I felt Becky increase the vibration level. Unable to stop the urge to gyrate, many in the crowd started cheering, as I started actively ridding the saddle. I had passed the point of no return.

Becky had worked the control knob up to high, as I worked my clit back and forth, on the padded surface, desperately trying to achieve climax. Now covered in sweat and panting like a dog, as my public debauchery continued, Becky asked, "Kelly. Can you cum?" I replied, "I'm trying", as I feverishly pushed my pussy against vibrating saddle.

Still looking down, as I worked to have an orgasm, I heard Blanch say, "Becky. You need to give this poor girl some relief". Becky turned off the machine, walked behind me and lifted me up from under my arms, saying, "Come on Dirty Girl", as she gently laid me out of the floor. Before I knew what was happening, she had spread my legs wipe open and inserted two fingers into my slot.

Within seconds, her magic fingers had me on the edge of climax. She leaned over and asked, "Does my "Dirty Girl" want to cum?" I whispered, "Yes". "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!", was her reply. I yelled out, "YES!", as she kept me on edge. "Ask me nicely", she responded. "Becky. Please make me cum", I asked, while begging her with my eyes. "WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!", members of the crowd called out simultaneously, as Becky knew she was only seconds away from bringing me to another massive orgasm.

"BECKY! PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!", I screamed, as my back arched, and a monumental flow of my pussy juice, started pouring out from between my legs, as I squealed, "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!", then became completely limp, and collapsed, right there on the floor. The crowd started roaring, as Becky had captured most of the sticky fluid, then spread it all over my torso, cheeks, and through my hair, as she had done the night before.

I just laid there, as everyone stared at me, not even having the energy to close my wide open legs. I was relieved that Alice had a strict rule for her parties. No phones and no photos. I guess this was intended to protect the identities of the wealthy guests in attendance. All I know, is that I was glad I didn't have to go through the indignity of knowing my public spectacle was recorded or photographed.

Becky leaned over me and whispered, "You know I'm falling for you Dirty Girl". She then kissed me. I kissed her back, and asked, "Can we go home now?", meaning to her apartment. She grinned and replied, "Not yet, honey. We have an hour left, and you have your many fans to attend to".

Still laying there, with my legs spread open, and my swollen pink pussy on display, I asked her, "Please don't leave me Becky". "Not on your life sweet thing", was her reply, as she helped me to my feet, to the applause of the Alice, Blanch and their guests.

Blanch asked, "Becky. Would you be a dear and get Kelly a drink? She looks like she could use something a little stronger than champagne". Becky replied, "I'll make her an extra strong, Long Island iced tea". As Becky went to make my drink, Alice and Blanch told me to relax and have a seat. I sat my bare ass in a chair, finally having the strength to close my legs. "Oh that won't do", Alice said, as she spread them open again.

I anxiously waited for Becky to return with my drink, as all eyes were on my swollen pink pussy. I could not have felt more trashy and cheap, when a woman approached, looked at my crotch, and said, "Your pussy looks very red and tender. Is it?" I just looked down, bit my lower lip, and nodded, "Yes". Thankfully, Becky arrived with my drink. I took a big gulp, as I was happy she took a place standing next to me.

When I felt I could no longer endure my public debasement, another woman walked up, and asked, "Do you girls do other parties?", as she looked and Becky and I. I took another big gulp of my drink, as I heard Becky reply, "I'm sure we could work something out". I was sitting in a room with almost forty finely dressed people, including the band, sweet old Alfred and creepy Earl, totally naked with my legs spread wide open, as a woman was asking Becky and I to repeat the degrading event.

I quickly finished the drink, then handed the empty glass to Becky, desperately needing a refill. Several other guests, both men and women, stepped up from their place in line, to ask me how I felt, what was it like, or to just gaze at my naked, sweaty, cum covered body. Becky arrived with my second drink, when a man in full regalia, including powdered wig, looked down on me.

The man suddenly turned to the crowd, raised his glass, and said, "Let's have another round of applause for "Buckets". As the others started calling out, "Three Cheers For Buckets!", I looked at Becky with daggers in my eyes. She just laughed, and said, "What? I was only describing your orgasm. I didn't know they would give you a nickname".
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FunKelly wrote: Sat Mar 20, 2021 10:42 pm The man suddenly turned to the crowd, raised his glass, and said, "Let's have another round of applause for "Buckets". As the others started calling out, "Three Cheers For Buckets!", I looked at Becky with daggers in my eyes. She just laughed, and said, "What? I was only describing your orgasm. I didn't know they would give you a nickname".
ROFLMAO! Hilarious nickname . . . and it is so appropriate too!
FunKelly wrote: Sat Mar 20, 2021 10:42 pm
When I felt I could no longer endure my public debasement, another woman walked up, and asked, "Do you girls do other parties?", as she looked and Becky and I. I took another big gulp of my drink, as I heard Becky reply, "I'm sure we could work something out". I was sitting in a room with almost forty finely dressed people, including the band, sweet old Alfred and creepy Earl, totally naked with my legs spread wide open, as a woman was asking Becky and I to repeat the degrading event.
Just the very thought of that possibly coming true is so arousing and very erotic. Nice touch.

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I took another big gulp of my second, extra strong, Long Island iced tea, determined not to recoil, from the chanting crowd. The alcohol helped stiffen my spine, as I remained in the chair, with my legs spread wide open, awaiting my next, one on one verbal exchange, with a party guest. Alice and Blanch, both winked at me. I returned the wink, and spread my legs open even more, ever so slightly, so only they would notice. Two thumbs up, was their joint response.

Becky's reassuring hand on my shoulder, meant more to me, than she will ever know. Now well after 11:15, I had personally met, any and every guest, that wanted a semi-private audience, with the naked girl, with the swollen pink pussy. I finished my drink, then stood up from the chair, feeling euphoric, about the entire experience.

Deep down, I knew I must have appeared to those in attendance, to be the filthy little slut, I was now identifying with. But at that moment, with my skin still shiny and my hair all stiff, from the cum bath Becky had given me earlier, I didn't care. I felt empowered. I'm sure Becky's extra strong drinks, had something to do with my new found bravado.

Alice told me Alfred was leaving, and asked me to come over and say goodbye. The 90 year old man was unable to take his eyes off my pussy, as I told him it a pleasure to meet him. Alice then asked, "Kelly. Why don't you show my dear old friend your clitoris ?" "What?", I replied. "What would it hurt to give him one last thrill. before he leaves?" she said.

I let out a quiet sigh, opened my pussy lips, lifted up my shield, and exposed my clitoris for the old man, and all those in the vicinity. I even when as far as pointing it out with my middle finger, as I said, "There it is Alfred". You would think I would have ended the public humiliation, as soon as possible, but I held my position, allowing the old man to take a good long look, at the source of my sexual pleasure.

I noticed Becky was talking with the woman who has asked if we do other parties, when one of the male guests walked up beside me. The man was looking at my nipples, while I continued to hold my demeaning stance. "Kelly? It is Kelly, right?", he asked. I nodded, as he said, "I must tell you. You have the most fantastic nipples. They're like two perfectly formed reddish brown gum drops".

I looked down at my nipples, unable to ignore the sight of my fingers holding open my pussy lips and exposing my clit, just below. Not able to comprehend how I had allowed myself to be coerced into such a degrading posture, I looked him in the eye, and simply said, "Thank you".

He continued to stare at my erect nipples, when Blanch, once again stepped in. She said, O.k. Alfred. That's enough. Let the poor girl hold on to at least a tiny shred of her dignity", as her expression was permission for me to release my open pussy lips, once again, concealing my clitoris. Another round of applause ensued, as Becky brought me a much needed third drink.

After drinking two of Becky's Long Island iced teas, and now working on my third, a bit of audacity was starting to replenish my demoralized spirit. This roller coaster of emotions was exhausting. With only 30 minutes until midnight, I stayed close to Becky. The uneventful remaining half hour was a relief. After the events of the evening, being the "Only One Naked", was no big deal, and actually a bit relaxing.

I made sure my third drink lasted until midnight, afraid of what I might do next, if under the influence of too much alcohol. The guests started filing out, many of which thanked me for the entertainment. I guess that's what my public debauchery was, "Entertainment". I put on my best smile, as if that would out-shadow the sight of my cum soaked, naked body, and told them they were welcome.

When midnight arrived, everyone was cleaning up, and the band was packing their equipment. Alice and Blanch walked Becky and I to the kitchen door, and a waiting James, and his limo in the rear driveway. I put my sandals on, when Becky asked me if I wanted my sundress. Looking like I had just come from and orgy (as George had put it, the night before) I just gave her a look. She put the dress away, saying, "You're right. Why bother".

Alice and Blanch gave us both big hugs, then insisted I not be a stranger. Alice whispered in my ear, "Becky has your pay, since you have nowhere to put it", as she chuckled. I had forgotten all about the $1000.00, until she brought it up. I think I would have preferred not to have gotten paid, as it made me feel like I had prostituted myself, as Stacy had mentioned, at the fair earlier.

Either way, the drinks had fully kicked in, and I boldly walked across the driveway, totally naked, to the waiting limousine. James was holding the rear door of the limo open, as we walked up. He took one look at me and said, Did you have a nice time, Ms. Kelly ?" Becky jumped in and said, "James! Kelly rode the Sybian saddle, then I masturbated her to a massive orgasm, right there in the middle of the party! It was awesome!" I just stood there, covered in my shame.

Becky then asked, "James. Will you leave the separation window open and keep Kelly company on the way to my pub?" James and I both looked alarmed, as he asked, "You're not coming with us, Ms. Becky?" "Of course I am silly. But I'll be on the floor giving Kelly oral sex on the way home. I can't wait until we get home to taste that sweet pussy again". "Whatever you wish, Ms. Becky", he replied, as she pushed me into the back seat of the limo.

I made no attempt to stave off Becky's onslaught on my pussy, as the separation window was powered down, while she removed my sandals, spread my legs open, then gently worked her tongue into my still tender pussy. James pulled the limo out onto the street, and asked, "So did you enjoy your evening, Ms. Kelly?' I don't know what came over me, but I started to re-cap the entire sorted affair.

"You wouldn't believe it James. Before the night even got started, Alice had me lean on the kitchen prep table and spread my legs open, while one of the male servers laid on the floor to inspect my bald pussy. She wanted to make sure I hadn't missed any area, when I shaved off my public hair. Then she positioned me right in the center of the greeting party, so my naked ass, was the first thing the guests would see, when they entered". James started laughing, as he said, "Yup. That sounds like Alice, all right".

"After I served hors d' oeuvres in the nude, for a while, she had me bend over on the grand piano, while she spanked me in front of everyone. That's when I had my first orgasm. After that, she unveiled the Sybian saddle. I rode that for a short time, while Becky manned the controls", I continued. Becky maintained her delicate tongue massage of my clit, while I told James, the rest of the story.

"I couldn't cum on the saddle, so Becky masturbated me to climax, then smeared my own juices all over me, while everyone applauded. You talk about humiliating". James and Becky both started laughing. I looked down at Becky, and said, "Stop laughing Becky. That tickles". I then resumed, telling my story to James.

After that, Alice had me sit, spread eagle, while some of the guests asked me questions. I can't imagine what they thought of me, sitting there naked, and all sticky from my own cum. Then she asked me to show my clitoris to an old man in a wheel chair". "Alfred?", James asked. "You know Alfred?", I asked. "Sure I do Ms. Kelly. And I'm positive he appreciated the gesture, at his age".

"Maybe he did", I continued, "But standing there exposing my clitoris in front of everyone, while some other guy was comparing my nipples to gum drops, was a whole new level of humiliation" James just laughed, and said, "Well Ms. Kelly. It sounds like an interesting evening", as Becky finally came up for some air.
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Becky slid me her tongue, so I could taste my own pussy. I returned the French kiss, then she slipped back down, and resumed her precise targeting of my sensitive areas, being sure not to get me so aroused, I would be unable to carry on a conversation with James.

I know it was the alcohol talking, but for some reason, I was totally comfortable telling James about my evening of debauchery. If fact, I went on to tell him about the entire weekend. "Interesting evening? James! It's been nothing less that riveting, since I first went to Becky's pub to meet Kim!" "Are you staying at Ms. Kim's hotel, Ms. Kelly?", he asked. "You know Kim, too?", I asked. "Sure do", he replied.

"Kim was the first friend I met here", I said. "She gave me an excellent suggestion on where to have dinner last night, then invited me to meet her at Brian's Pub, afterwards. That's when I met Becky for the first time. I was serving drinks at Becky's pub, totally nude, except for my sneakers and ankle socks, within 45 minutes of meeting her". I felt Becky's tongue slide further into me. It would happen every time I mentioned her name. Needless to say, I mentioned her name a lot.

"I was the "Only One Naked", as I served drinks with Andre for almost four hours", I continued. "After the pub closed at 2:00 am, Becky masturbated me to the largest orgasm of my life, right there in the pool room of her pub. Andre, Kim, Ashley and Kayla all watched, but I didn't mind", I said. "Well that was very hospitable of you, Ms. Kelly", James replied, with a touch of sarcasm.

"Only an hour later, while playing, "Locked Out Naked", at Kim's hotel, two lesbian women, I didn't know, masturbated me to another orgasm in the hotel lounge at 3:30 in the morning. Their names are Liz and Stephanie, but I didn't know that at the time".

"Then today, I went to the fair with Kim and Becky. That's when I saw Becky's amazing tits for the first time. Becky has perfectly shaped tits, James. Have you ever seen them?", I asked". James replied, "No Ms. Kelly. I haven't had the pleasure". Again, I felt Becky's tongue, slide further into me, yet not bringing me close to orgasm. "I spent two hours naked there too", I said.

"I didn't spend much time at the center of activity. That seemed a bit to raunchy for me. I spent most of my time, at the far ends, where everyone else had clothes on". "To each his own", James said. Still buzzed, I continued my 'Five Minute' recollection of the weekend's events. "James. I had my very first lesbian experience with Becky, just before the party tonight. It was wonderful"

I saw James' eyes in the rear view mirror, then asked, "James. How much of me can you see from up there?" His reply was perfect. "Ms. Kelly. I can see your sticky hair, your shiny face, right down to just below your gum drop nipples. I must say, Ms. Kelly. The man at the party was correct. They are perfectly shaped". Making no attempt to cover up my tits, I just sat there, continuing to babble on.

"Now, here I am James", I went on. "Talking with you from the back seat of your limousine, completely naked, while my new girl friend is eating my pussy!" I was startled when Becky jumped up and looked at me. "Girl Friend?", she asked. I smiled and replied, "Well aren't you?" Becky looked at me and said, "Kelly. Please tell me this isn't the alcohol talking".

I leaned up, looked into her eyes, and replied, "Becky. I knew you were my girlfriend, when you stayed by me, when Alice had me sit with my legs spread wipe open, so everyone could see inside my pussy. You never abandoned me. I hadn't had a drop of alcohol, at that time. I might be rambling on a bit now, because of the drinks I've had since, but I was completely sober, when I realized what you mean to me".

We both looked at each other, then started making out like teenagers, in the back of James' limousine. As we approached Becky's pub, She asked James to drop us off behind the building, seeing the many people still on the streets, at !2;20 in the morning. James pulled around into the ally, at the rear of the pub, got out of the limousine, then opened the rear door for us.

We exited the limo, about 40 feet from the rear door of the pub. James looked at Becky first, then to me, and said, "I'm happy for you both. Stay true to each other". We both gave him a hug, then holding hands, made our way through the parking area, to the rear door of the pub. The automatic spot light came on, and a silhouette of my naked form, was cast across the surface, of parking area.

Becky opened the door, turned on the lights to the pool room, then made her way to behind the bar. She made herself one of her special extra strong, Long Island iced teas, then gulped it down. To my surprise, she started to disrobe behind the bar. Once completely naked, she opened a drawer behind the bar and pulled out a tiny black thong, and a little black and white, vertical striped mini skirt. Like something a female referee would wear, but much shorter, and revealing.

She put on the thong and short skirt, then stepped back into her black shoes. She looked at me, and said, "Kelly. I served drinks in this pub, when Brian owned it, dressed like this, for years. She was absolutely adorable. Just then, someone knocked on the front window of the pub. Becky ignored them, and pulled out an envelope, then handed it to me. While she was playing catch up, and slurping down her second drink, I opened the envelope.

There was a note, along with thirty $100.00 bills. The note said, "Kelly. Alice and I can not thank you enough for making our party so memorable for our guests. Enclosed is the agreed upon wage, along with a small bonus, as a show of our appreciation. Please don't be a stranger. Your friends, Alice and Blanch". I looked at Becky, and said, "Becky! There's $3000.00 dollars here!"

Becky took another gulp of her drink, when a meticulously timed knock on the front window, became impossible to ignore. She took the envelope, placed it in the cash register, and asked me, "Should we open up for and hour and a half ?" I hesitated,then replied, "Sure. Why not?" She quickly poured two fireball shots for us, and placed them on the bar.

We downed the shots. I then watched Becky unlock the front door, wearing nothing but her thong, referee skirt and black shoes. Again! I can't describe how adorable she looked! I heard a familiar voice say, "Hey Girl! Seems like old times!" To my great relief, the four auto mechanics, were at the door. They filed in, greeting a now topless Becky, as they made their way to the bar stools, they usually occupied.

"Hey Kelly!" one of them said to me. "Where's your referee skirt? So happy they were here, I smiled, and said, "It's at the cleaners". More people made their way into the bar, but I felt safe, knowing the four guys had our backs. Becky would later tell me that she knew it was them, from the knock on the window. Otherwise she would have not opened the pub for business.
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