From davewl@indy.net Mon Mar 17 09:58:30 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.indy.net!not-for-mail From: davewl Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Stripped In Public, Part I, Dave Wallace Date: 17 Mar 1997 14:58:30 GMT Organization: IndyNet - Indys Internet Gateway (info@indy.net) Lines: 260 Message-ID: <5gjm6m$4u0$1@news.indy.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip75-118.ts.indy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.22 (Windows; I; 32bit) If you are under eighteen (18) years of age, you shouldnāt be at this web site, let alone reading this naughty story. This story is intended for the reading enjoyment of adults only - hence, if you are not an adult, do not read this story! If you are accessing this site from a geographical location that proscribes the receipt, electronically or otherwise, of such adult materials, then, please, do not proceed any further. Finally, if you are offended or even disinterested in adult (e.g., erotic, prurient, sexual) writing, (again, confusing, given that you are at this www location and viewing this Īdisclaimerā), then you should exit, escape, leave, cease and desist - go somewhere else. Otherwise, I hope that the following entertainment will bring you enjoyment. Stripped In Public - I A Short Story by Dave Wallace I When the doorbell rang, I knew that it was Karen. Iād talked to her on the Īphone earlier and made arrangements for her visit. All Iād told her was that I worked with her husband, Bob (true), that she mustnāt tell him that Iād contacted her (true), that he was in very serious trouble at work (not true), and that I needed her help to get his ass out of trouble (not true). Iād noticed Bob looking at me hungrily any number of times. Like most men, he seemed to think with his dick most of the time. I liked Bob. He was intelligent, seemingly devoted to his wife, Karen, for the most part, but nevertheless perpetually horny with that Īhoneymoonās overā vibe that most young married men have. The few times that Iād been around his wife, she seemed a bit conservative. She struck me as the type of woman who didnāt even trim her bush, let alone shave it bare as I did mine. I looked forward to her seduction - and ultimate degradation. But, Iām getting ahead of myself. Putting a somber look on my face, I opened the door to Karen, stepping aside to invite her in. Her puzzled look notwithstanding, she looked eatable as she strode purposefully past me and into the foyer. Sheād dressed conservatively, as Iād expected, but that was OK. Before long, if things went according to my plan, sheād be out of her clothes anyway. "Hi, Karen. Iām glad you came. Can I get you a drink?" "Some ice water would be fine, thanks." "Have a seat in the living room, Iāll get your water and, if you donāt mind, Iād like something a bit stronger. "I realize that I was a bit cryptic over the telephone, but I didnāt want to discuss things without being face to face. Excuse me, Iāll be right back." As Iād left Karen in the living room and gone to the kitchen to fix our drinks, I was pleased with the mystified look on her face. I wanted to keep her off balance, susceptible to my suggestion, to my control. "Hereās your water, Karen. If you smoke, Iād appreciate it if you didnāt here. I donāt like the smell." (This wasnāt true, but I wanted to establish control. How better, than to deny a smoker the right to light up?) "Karen, I wish that what I have to tell you were easier but, when I told you that Bob was in trouble, if anything, I was understating it. Bobās really stepped in it. "I discovered yesterday that heās embezzled equipment and money from the company. From what I can tell, it is possible to cover his tracks, he was simply sloppy, but Iāll have too move quickly. "Iāve thought of a plan and I know that I can do what is necessary at work tomorrow to make things right. "Basically, itās up to you. Bobās committed a felony. By my actions, I will be aiding and abetting a felon. I will be guilty of complicity in his actions and could be prosecuted as a felon myself for my involvement. "Understandably, for me to take this kind of risk, I want to be compensated. Do you understand?" "Iām sorry, Janet. I donāt think that I do understand. Are you asking me to pay you money?" "No, Karen, Iām not. "But, Iām not willing to dig Bob out of the hole that heās dug himself into for nothing. I donāt want your money. Iāll explain myself. But first, I want to make sure where youāre at on this. "Let me ask you. If I do nothing and Bob goes to jail, would this make you happy?" "Of course not, Janet. Iād be devastated. I love Bob. Iād do anything to help him get out of this. But, I still donāt understand what youāre asking of me." "Karen, itās been my experience that most people are loose with words. They say one thing and they mean another. I remember a cowboy movie that I saw once where, I think it was the actor, Sam Elliott, that said, ĪIf a man canāt say what he means, how can he mean what he says?ā. I always thought that was an incredibly cool quote. "You say that youād do anything to help him. Do you mean that, Karen?" "Absolutely, Janet. I feel like youāre toying with me, though. Is there something specific that you want from me?" "Karen, to make a long story short, if you want me to get Bob out of this sticky situation, quite simply, I am demanding that you obey me implicitly for the next twenty four hours. "Let me spell this out. Iām bisexual. The people that I work with would shit if they knew this. My family and friends would die if they realized the truth of this. At any rate, though, Iāve always enjoyed both men and women. Once upon a time, when I was younger, both boys and girls. "The times that Iāve seen you, Iāve wondered what it would be like to share your body. To make love to you. To use you. "Donāt be shocked. As they say, you shouldnāt knock it if you havenāt tried it. Have you ever had sex with a female? "No." "If you want to back out of this, Iād suggest that you leave now. Tomorrow, I promise you, Iāll simply report what Iāve found at work and Bob will be, Iād imagine, going to jail. Whatāll it be?" "I said that Iād do anything. I meant it." "Very well then, Karen. You understand that, once we start, thereās no going back? That once I take possession of you, the bargain continues for twenty four hours?" "OK." "Iād prefer, ĪYes, maāamā, Karen." "Yes, maāam." I could tell that Karen was embarrassed about addressing me in this submissive way but was also turned on by it. This was going to be fun! "Stand up and take off your clothes, Karen. Now." "Yes, maāam." I leaned back in my chair and watched as Karen began unbuttoning the small buttons of her blouse, a blush evident on her face, lust barely discernible in her eyes. "Just put your clothes on the couch, Karen." "Yes, maāam." Her blouse was off, sheād stepped out of her shoes, and the skirt soon followed. Her underwear was even conservative. I suspected that this conservative, straight laced woman was going to be hell on wheels if I could get her to come out of her shell and face the hot slut that was her potential. I knew that I was just the person to help her realize this goal. Her breasts were lush, probably a 38B, capped with pencil erasure nipples, hardened by the moment or by a chill, I didnāt know. Her practical, white cotton panties were all that remained and I couldnāt resist. "Karen. Before you take off your panties, one last chance. Get dressed and get out. Or, obey me totally." "Yes, maāam." She hadnāt hesitated in her response and her fingers grasped the panties from each side, sliding them over her hips, down her legs, and stepping out of them, to place them with the rest of her clothes on the sofa. "Come over here and stand in front of me, Karen." "Yes, maāam." "Put your hands behind your neck with your fingers interlaced, Karen. Do not remove your hands from your neck or you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, maāam." I leaned forward in my chair, setting my glass on the table, and suddenly reached between Karenās thighs. My fingers traveled through her, as expected, full bush and softly stroked her labia. "I donāt like this hair, Karen. In a moment, you will go into the bathroom and shave it off for me. Do you understand, Karen? "Yes, maāam." "I mean all of it, Karen. When you have finished shaving, I expect you to be as bare as a child. Spread you legs for me, Karen." "Yes, maāam." As I stroked her pussy, her arousal was evident in her wetness. I couldnāt resist pointing this out to her. "Youāre wet, Karen. You must be enjoying my touch." "Yes, maāam." I continued with my ministrations as I spoke. "When youāre freshly shaven, Karen, instead of my fingers, Iāll use my tongue. Would you like that?" "Yes, maāam." "Has a woman ever licked your pussy, Karen?" "No, maāam." "Do you want me to lick you, Karen?" "Yes, maāam." "Go to the bathroom now, Karen. Be careful with the razor. I donāt want you to cut yourself. Iāll be waiting for you here when youāre done. Help yourself to the shower also while youāre in there." "Yes, maāam." And, she was striding towards the bathroom, her trim bottom switching as she walked away from me. I decided to get me another drink and went to the kitchen to fix it. Feedback is always appreciated. Dave Wallace Indianapolis, Indiana