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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 12 of 15
Summary: Alessia's initiation. The women eat and Alessia strips.
She goes to a bar gets stripped by the women and comes. She walks
naked from the barr to the hotel where the girls have fun with
her.
Keywords: FFF+F, FF, exhib, toys
Editor: Pee J with much gratitude
Revision: 1
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No kids! Prudes or religious clerical types should not read this
either but I ain't your conscious or your ethical guardian: you
are!  If you want to read this story do so but be warned it's
sexy - i.e., explicit sex.  No furry animals were harmed during
the writing of this story.

As an Australian I use Aussie English so if you don't understand
any little bits, strange words, whatever, ask me and I'll tell
you, okay.


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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 12

My female 'charms', such as they are, would challenge my
brassiere and my panties, my hard nipples and a dampness in my
groin. Ah, but I did get such a charge from feeling sensual and
my body's involuntary display of that fact. I also knew that I
would be challenged in ways I had never imagined: would I be up
to those challenges? My body had already started to respond. I
touched an
erect nipple and it brought a lovely electric prickling shooting
from it, over my breast to my "mistress' pussy; my flesh
awakening me further just as I had known it would.

I had told my parents that I would be staying over at my friend's
house Friday and Saturday night. I looked around my room and
sweet memories of Amy flooded my mind. My first love and my first
lover was now well ensconced back in Canada. I felt her presence
in that room where together we discovered the
joys of true friendship and sexual love: where we lost our
innocence together some four years previously.

No, it's not a preference, I thought, preference implies choice.
I had made no conscious choice to be as I am: lesbian. I wouldn't
have changed anything about myself, or the great times Amy and I
had had together. We had the joys of discovering sex together and
had been lovers for two-and-a-half-years. I was now discovering
that we had been very conservative in our lovemaking, but I still
wouldn't have changed it. I still think of her a lot and we still
write. Perhaps, one day, we may continue to be lovers, who knows
what life will bring, but that was loosely our plan.

Before I met Amy, I had two unsatisfactory experiences with boys,
but I had to know. My libido and curiosity urged my
experimentation and overcame my inhibitions. I liked, but had no
special feelings for the two boys with whom I had my first sexual
experiments. I wanted to know what the other girls got so excited
about but I felt nothing special. I had felt attracted to my girl
school friends, but not the boys, and this has not changed to
this day. I guess most other girls felt like Amy and I felt about
each other, only they preferred boys; with her it was very
special right from the time of our  first meeting. It was just
how I felt, how I was, first with Amy, and now with Angelina and
Ingrid. I also sensed that I would come back to this room after
the next two days, a changed person but how?

Well, enough of that nostalgia, I have documented it all in
"Beach Encounter" in my diary. I grabbed my bags and walked out
kissed my mum goodbye and headed towards my transport to school.

Somehow I got through my classes. After my studies I caught the
train to the city. I window shopped, checking out the boutiques
in Forest Chase - and the girls in them. My stomach churned, I
felt sick with fear but there was an undercurrent of thrill in m
mixed emotions. Eventually I found myself in a food hall in one
of the myriad arcades that run throughout the city's shopping
district. I bought a milk shake, sat and drank it slowly watching
the people go by. I felt lonely, scared. I couldn't even distract
myself by girl-watching and that nearly always worked for me. It
certainly is good for a girl like me: one with a high libido.

I bought a magazine from a news-stand, one of those cheap women's
rags that are so prolific. The publishers, the fucking idiots,
all think all we want are babies, to get skinny and sweep floors
at home for 'hubby'. Oh, shit, what am I doing here? Waiting. A
fucking painful exercise, I must say. The damn clock is slow, too
slow. My stomach is full of butterflies again. I feel bilious I
am so nervous. The hands on the wall clock gradually creep to six
thirty. I desperately want to masturbate to calm down a little,
but there is nowhere here to do it. I shake a little. My knees
wobble. Geez, what a mess I am in.

Part Two: Getting Dressed

I decided to walk the few hundred meters to the hotel. I stood
and my legs felt weak, butterflies churned my tummy like I
couldn't believe. Now, worse than before, yet my nipples throbbed
hard, my pussy dampened. It had really hit me now, the decision
to move, to go to wherever the next two days would take me.
Certainly into the unknown; again the excitement built rapidly
just as the terror did too. I could still go home and forget
everything. 'Go on,' my dark angel told me. It's all right for
her sitting on my shoulder, egging me to sexual abandonment. My
nipples and 'mistress' pussy egged me on. I urged myself on, went
forward with confidence in myself, walking with a purpose: or was
I more like a zombie being drawn by dark unseen forces within my
groin towards fulfilling my sexual  fantasies?

I entered the hotel's foyer and looked around. Nobody I knew was
there. I sat in a comfortable leather chair and waited again. The
wall clock told me it's six-fifty-five. Five long minutes more. I
felt ill, but my nipples were hot, tight and bursting with blood.
My pussy must have been puffy, as it too was hot and pounding
with each heartbeat. Both were driving me ever onwards. Dead on
six o'clock and dressed to kill, Angelina and Ingrid walked
through the front door into the lobby and straight to reception.

Ingrid spotted me and beckoned me over. Compared to them I looked
like a cabbage-patch doll. Hesitantly, I now gathered my bags and
joined them. Ingrid slipped her hand reassuringly into mine,
quite unconscious of the perception that people might well make.
See if I care! I grabbed it gratefully as we exchanged hellos and
a peck on the cheek. Shit, she felt great, I could have kissed
her long and strong. A porter arrived with two smallish suitcases
just as Angelina was handed the keys to a suite. I heard the
clerk say "Suite 501," as he took the keys.

We got into the lift in silence with the porter. Ingrid squeezed
my hand, we smiled at each other; I felt like a jellyfish, but
she was giving me some confidence. On getting out of the lift,
the porter, followed by Angelina and the two of us, went straight
to our suite. The suite was huge. We walked into a lounge-dinning
area then through into a bedroom. I could not fail to notice a
large round table beautifully set for a meal. Angelina tipped the
porter and he left.

They both kissed me then Angelina said, "All right girl, you look
nervous and a bit drab. Go and have a good shower while we unpack
and then we'll dress you. C'mon, we must be ready by eight
o'clock, it's then that the others will arrive."

"Okay, sounds cool," I said, feeling better now I wasn't alone.
Not only that, I was with Ingrid and Angelina but stillnervious.

I put on shower cap as provided by the hotel, and luxuriated
under the warm spray. I needed a pee, but I just stood there and
let my warm urine go, feeling the relief that that brings. It
felt so erotic, letting the warmth of my waste flow out and down
my legs and swirl down the drain hole. I watched it with a
satisfied feeling. I thoroughly washed myself till I was
queaky-clean. My nipples were throbbing, Ingrid's kiss still
affecting me.

I had done it before and on a whim I did I again: I pressed my
breasts and tummy against the freezing-wet shower wall. The shock
of the chill knotted my areolas and nipples, sending glorious
electric shudders to my pussy. I knew it would and as I jumped
back off the wall, my hands jumped onto the shower hose squirting
the spray hard, onto my now protruding clitoris. I teased myself
mercilessly not wanting to orgasm immediately, but to take myself
onto a high and stay here for awhile, until I was called - if I
could. I held myself in this euphoric state until I heard
Angelina through my hazy seventh heaven, when I jammed my hand
deep finding my G-spot quickly while playing the water on my
distended clitoris. It only took seconds before I so wonderfully
orgasmed several times in quick succession. I quickly warmed
myself with hot water leaning on the wall to steady myself. Oh,
god that was so good and I needed it more than I realised.

I got out and dried myself. There were several terry towel
dressing gowns in plastic wrappers hanging on hooks and I put one
on then tottered back into the bedroom. My clothes from my first
shopping trip were lain out on the king size bed, well, to be
precise a black chiffon camisole and matching skirt that I knew
to be sheer and short and classic in style: very chic, very sexy.
My black lacy bra and panties where there, accompanied by
lace-topped, stay-up stockings.

The two of them led me to the dressing table and sat me in front
of the mirrors. Actually, temporarily my legs simply gave up
holding me up. Although I had just come, being with these two
gorgeous women kept my fires smouldering. Angelina kissed me
softly on my lips and I fought to hungrily retaliate, but she
backed off quickly. Ingrid, however, was gentle in her kiss and
when I took her and held her to my body she compliantly obliged
with hot, long, passionate one, leaving me panting for more, but
Angelina insisted that time was short enough. Neither of them
spoke much after that, but both had on aprons.

Angelina then spoke with her authoritarian voice, "Alessia, just
sit there as still as you can. You are mine from now until your
initiation finishes. You will do whatever you are told to do.
Understand?"

"Yes Angelina."

They untied the robe, pushed it over my shoulders, and let it
fall. My breasts reacted to the slight chill in the bedroom and
the draft caused by the air conditioner. Ingrid took my fingers
and gave me a manicure and polished my nails. Then she did my
toes too. Angelina took control of my face. I watched as I was
transformed into an erotic goddess. The make-up was just that
little bit overdone, but I did look very sexy. The perfume was
heavy, almost musky, Vanilla Musk, I think.

Angelina told me to turn around. They each unrolled and  then
slid on my legs a black stocking and then spike heels - the ones
I had worn the Saturday before. I couldn't help it; really,
having those two silently stroking and running their hands up my
legs, made my 'mistress' quiver.

Sitting quite still, but totally nude before these two gorgeous
women for a half-an-hour, was quite a feat for me. I was aware of
my dampness betraying me by its aromatic muskiness mixing with my
perfume. My areolas and nipples had been pulsating now for a
half-an-hour or more. I mean, by now I was horny as hell sitting
there only dressed in shoes and stockings.

Angelina said to me, "I have chosen this outfit for you to wear
at dinner."

"We are dinning here, like just out there?" I inquired as I had
imagined we would have gone to a restaurant.

"Yes we are."

"Er... I get to wear those clothes?" I gestured towards the bed.
They were obviously for me, but I was horny and edgy as hell.

"Oh, yes of course - you my be asked to take some off, but yes,
of course!"

Take some off, I thought. Shit, there isn't much there. Angelina
and Ingrid smiled sweetly at me. My panties, my bra, my chiffon
camisole and skirt were all put on me by Angelina and Ingrid. It
was torture; I wanted to make wild passionate love with both of
them.


Part Three: The Meal.


As they finished a knock on the door heralded Ava's arrival. She
looked fabulous in a fitted red dress with very daring cleavage
and a centre split in the front of the skirt. Audrey quickly
followed her. Then Jessica and Abby followed. I recognised them
immediately. I was shocked, but glad to see them. They greeted
Angelina and then came to me apologising for deceiving me. We
laughed about it.

Abby asked, "Do you remember Audrey?"

"She's familiar, but no, I don't. Should I?"

"Maybe. You have seen her before."

"Oh, my god, yes. She's the one who tweaked my boob in the
library isn't she."

"You've picked her!" grinned Jessica, as she spoke.

"You bitches, you set up the whole thing didn't you?"

"Well Angelina did, we just helped you out. Didn't we Abby?"

"Yep, it was fun too."

Two more young women were let in. They seemed to know each other
as they kissed and chatted in animated voices. They said hello to
their host, Angelina. Angelina introduced them to me as Adriana
and Anne.

Hors d'oeuves were served with the cocktails. I had Cointreau and
ice, and pepperoni with sweet gherkin and Brie. I had tried to
socialise with Ingrid, Abby and Jessica in particular. I found it
very difficult to speak normally to them, as hard as I tried. I
felt almost naked in the fine chiffon when everyone else was
fully clothed, dressed in fine eveningwear. I found it, quite
exhilarating, but it was very arousing. My damn nipples would not
stay flaccid, but insisted on being hard and erect the whole
time. The girls were of little help either; they were provoking
me by looking at me while running their tongues around their lips
and stuff like that. They were happy to see me ready, willing,
and they were sure, able to see out the next two nights. The
girls were famished and made short work of the temping titbits
that were served.

Angelina called for order and said as a matter-of-fact to me,
"Alessia, it is time for our entre, so you must take off your
brassiere: it's absolutely inappropriate apparel for an initiate
when eating and I do hope you will eat with us."

"Of course I will," I replied, as my spine tingled in
anticipation of being virtually nude, while my new-found friends
were staring at me. I was now very much the centre of attention.
The act of getting dressed had already stimulated my nipples into
proud erectness. I unclipped the bra through the camisole,
slipping the straps over my shoulders and down each arm and off.
I let it drop down to my waist then pulled it out from under my
camisole and dropping it to the floor.

Of course, they all made a point of staring at me, at my breasts,
at my erect nipples. I felt the hot blush of my skin crawl red
all over me. Taking my bra off was no big deal really, but more
of a symbolic, submissive act, meant to humiliate and/or excite.
A number of the women were clearly not wearing brassieres under
their tops or dresses. It excited me and my nipples were now
throbbing hard and blood red. This effect only made them laugh.
We all sat as the entre was brought in.

There were two staff assigned to look after us. A young bloke and
a thirties-something woman who was in charge. The woman inspected
us all, you know, that snobby type seem to go for appropriate
hair, make up, dress, and so on, all done seemingly politely. She
certainly noticed my see-through camisole and bared breasts. But
at that that time I might have been wearing a daring designer
outfit. My skirt was covered by a napkin and would not have been
visible except from behind anyway. The young bloke was about
twenty-two or three and was doing well not to stare at some of
the flesh he could undoubtedly see around the table. I thought he
might have been gay for awhile, but he was just being careful I
decided as his trousers bulged. I inwardly grinned and I noticed
some of the other girls had noticed too.

The entre was a delightful grilled maron, a local Western
Australian freshwater lobster Angelina explained to Ava, served
with a fruity, dry, white Capel Vale Chardonnay.

After we had finished and the plates had been cleared away,
Angelina said, "All right everyone, Alessia must remove another
part of her outfit, but not her top or skirt, not yet, but only
because of the hotel staff. Okay, Alessia, stand up."

"Oh boy, yes Angelina, "

I went to slip on my shoes again, but Angelina stopped me in my
tracks, "Just stand Alessia, face your betters. Helping us, are
you? That's okay, but now you can't put those shoes back on
again."

Looking around at all the members she declared, "What say you? I
vote for her stockings," she recommended.

There was a short discussion and they all agreed, looking at me.

"We are agreed, you will remove the offending items Alessia,"
chirped Angelina.

Oh, my god, I thought, as I started taking off my stockings. I
was counting what I would have left to take off if I were to
'loose' a garment after each course. Shit, three, only three. A
main course and desert and I'd only have on one thing. Which one,
oh god? My mind boggled. I was getting pussy tingles thinking
about it. My make-up couldn't possibly cover my flushed-pink
cheeks or body as I went hot and goosey. What's after that? I
then threw my stockings under the table and, I'm certain, sat
there red faced. A second or two after I parked my butt the main
course arrived. Chicken Cacciatoria and vegetables, a favourite
dish of mine. It smelt wonderful as I covered my bare legs with
my napkin again. All eyes went from me towards the food.

For this course we had a drier white wine, a local Western
Australian Houghton's White Burgundy, recommended by the chef, so
Angelina ordered several bottles for us. The food and wine tasted
as good as it smelt and the chicken was as tender as it ought to
be. The conversation tended towards fashion, music, art and the
like, but skewed towards the sexy side of them. The sensual side
of these things simmered on the surface all the time. I am sure
Angelina didn't want the staff to be embarrassed, but she did
want to keep my mind on things sexual. She had cleverly
researched the local scene, looking for topics that had a high
sensual, even sexual context.

Nothing was rushed but everyone was directing their opinions and
questions to me, in order to keep my attention focused on my
'mistress' pussy and why we were all there. I knew they had not
finished with me yet and had many things in store for me. Sure
enough, after the torts of the meal were clearded away with the
used plates Angelina called for me to stand where they all could
see me and a vote taken for what I must take off.

It really boiled down to skirt or panties. Again the staff was
considered and so it was my skirt that 'offended' the girls. They
left me guessing until the staff was almost due and voted for my
skirt. I removed it and sat pulling my napkin over my now very
bare legs and butt, covered only by lacy bikini briefs. The
camisole was short so my back was clearly visible down to my
panties now.

The desert was typically Australian: a Pavlova covered with
whipped cream and fresh fruit. For me I guess it was lucky that
the wine steward didn't seem to notice as he poured my wine,
maybe he was just not letting on, but I was getting odd looks
from the woman staff member.

I wasn't sure if they were looks of approval or disapproval until
she winked and purred in my ear, "Is everything alright?"

I felt my skin tighten and spine tingle as her breath washed over
my face and neck. My nipples had been poking proudly into my
camisole for most of the meal and her breath on me had them
knotting again. The moisture in my 'mistress' was becoming
evident now, and the pit of my tummy was feeling more than good
from the food and wine I had just had.

However, the desert was soon eaten and Angelina called for me to
stand as soon as the door closed following the removal of the
desert plates. This was starting to get really humiliating yet it
excited me tremendously. The girls now discussed which I should
take off: my camisole or my panties, knowing that cheeses and
biscuits were coming. And then perhaps, a port or liqueur. Shit,
if that happened I would be naked. My mind went out of control
with thoughts of exposing myself, not just to the girls, that
would be exciting, but the in front of the hotel personnel,
especially the steward, would be so unnerving.

I wondered how he would feel. I had no real idea, but I guessed
he would be embarrassed, especially as he had been very shy so
far. Well, it wouldn't kill him, I grinned inwardly, and I had
now prepared myself for this. Would Angelina not see that I would
enjoy the exhibitionism? Of course she would. What had she
planned for me, surely nothing that simple? My thoughts sped
round and round, but came up with a blank. I started trembling in
excitement. I thought that I must learn to enjoy exhibiting
myself to men if that's possible; I still worry about that, but
why? Or why should I? I didn't know; it was a contradiction
unresolved. I loved exposing myself, but I was still concerned
about men, but it was women who were more likely to be aghast.

The women discussed the dilemma while I stood outwardly passive,
excluded from the decision. They voted for my panties. I wasn't
prepared, in particular, for either item. My mind whirled in
apprehension: my 'mistress' on view for the steward and the women
while we ate. That would not be too bad, I could cover up with
the napkin until the table was cleared, but what then?

I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slowly, teasingly pulled
them down. I kept my legs as close together as I could, I wanted
to prolong obscuring their full view of me, to tease them. I
watched their eyes' in anticipation. Many had seen me naked
before, but I was feeling hot. I liked it, that is, stripping for
them. I made a big play of obscuring my pussy by turning my back
as I moved them down over my butt squirming and swaying my hips
about. I knew that my rounded smooth cheeks would leave most of
then squirming too. Of course I had to turn but I did so as I
flicked my panties up by my foot to catch them and then threw
them under the table. This act without doubt gave them a gash
flash then I slipped back under the table pulling my napkin over
me again.

I then only had to avoid the steward somehow. I just hoped my
butt was not obviously exposed to him. I sat forward so it would
be harder for him to see. The steward and waitress came with
cheese, fruit and a white port. He came up behind me. I watched
the eyes of the women across the table; they told me he had seen
me. I nearly died of humiliation. I could feel myself flushing
red.

They were grinning like they were enjoying my discomfort. I
thought, of course they were. That was the whole point, well part
of it anyway.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when he asked if I wanted a port.
Fuck, he could see my boobs from where he was, no problem, now he
could see my butt.

I said, "Yes please," as nonchalantly as I could.

I cringed in humiliation as he fussed around me. My damn nipples
would not stay flaccid, but insisted on throbbing hard in my
camisole. In a thin lacy camisole I couldn't hide my boobs with
raging hard nipples, from him or anyone else for that mater.
Knowing he could see me made me feel hornier than ever, even
though I was embarrassed as hell.

I love cheese, but I didn't eat much that night. I started to
feel like stripping for them all, including the bloke. But I knew
Angelina didn't want the hotel staff embarrassed, so I restrained
myself. That was difficult as I had become so aroused at the idea
of a big show. It's not like I've not done a big flash before for
men. I had done on several occasions. I wondered why this one was
a problem for me. There didn't seem to be a reason. Maybe it was
because of his close proximity. I sill don't know. But I could
thrust my boobs forward and I did by straightening my back and
shoulders. It felt fabulous.

My pussy tingled like mad. I started to get damp once again. They
were all looking at my boobs, the steward too. I flushed wildly.
I was not over my embarrassment with him there: not completely.
Then we had finished eating and the steward left us.



Part Four: A Ceremonial Part.

Angelina said rather sternly to me, "You nearly blew it. We can't
get thrown out of here, especially you."

I thought, oh, terrific, I get to really put on a show for them.
I was ready.

Then Angelina said, "Get it off girl and show us what you've
got!"

Wow, yes! For the girls I would strp.

This would like being nude in an illuminated fish-tank. Angelina
said, "All right girls, we must inspect our prospective member
for flaws."

Starting with Angelina, each one of them ran their hands over me
- all over. By the time they'd finished I was a quivering jelly
of highly aroused feminine flesh, lusting after each of them in
turn.

Angelina announced, "Okay then, stand up on the table. Help her
up girls." Angelina continued, "Put you spikes on Alessia, they
will make your legs look even better and easier to twirl in. And
Alessia you may not come until I say you can, all right? This is
important, it's about control over yourself and reaching your
higher levels of arousal once again; you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Angelina."

My shoes were passed up to me and I slipped them on facing
Ingrid, hoping if my pussy showed she would see. She did. I did
the model-pouting walk and vamp round the table then held my arms
up above my head pulling the camisole up by its spaghetti string
straps, hoping my boobs could be seen from underneath. I thought
I'd then reach to the top of the straps and slowly lift it up as
I teased my audience.

They were all looking intensely at me now. I could feel the
camisole's lacy bottom tickling my boobs just near my throbbing
nipples. The girls would get good flashes of me. I moved to the
centre of the table and twirled around on one foot, lifting the
other leg and bending it. After slowing to a stop again, facing
Ingrid, I leaned way over raising my arms letting the camisole
slide off slowly. Ingrid caught it and smiled at me. Cupping my
breasts, I pulled and pinched my nipples to accentuate their
colour and hardness. Then I slithered my hands down over my
torso, eventually to cup my labial lips and lewdly pinched them
to puff them up with blood too. I was now high on a sexual
plateau not very far from coming. I refrained from going further.
I slowed to gently rubbing my puffy labia, sensitising them more
but slowly more, standing as still as I could, soaking in the
ambience, the sensations

sweeping through me and the aura surrounding me. I felt
fantastic, horny, abandoned in lust, and I hoped sexy.

Angelina quietly broke the silence saying, "Lie down,
spread-eagled, Alessia."

I sat then lay over the table. My arms and legs were cuffed and
secured firmly. This was not a surprise, I had expected something
like this, but I had no idea what was to follow. My heart pounded
as I looked for clues: nothing! The tension was building up in
me. I noticed Ava had gone, but I gave this no significance.
Angelina leaned over and kissed me. This seemed to be a signal,
as all the other girls then started kissing, sucking or licking
me, anywhere, everywhere - all seven of them. My arms, neck,
face, breasts, belly, legs and thighs all were covered with soft
lips, tongues or fingers.

The pleasure was exquisite, but it was taking me so high I could
have easily come in multiple orgasms. But I had to hold back, Oh,
god, that was so hard, my mind spun out in a frenzy of desire. I
could feel my damp labia getting wetter and wetter. With my legs
spread, my juices would be plainly obvious. As they continued my
body ached, throbbed, pounded with the effort of control, but it
was a glorious myriad of sensations sweeping and swirling through
me. My clitoris throbbed almost painfully and I knew it had grown
huge and was thrust fully out of it's sheath. Any touch on it
would surely trigger an unstoppable climax. Then Ava returned
carrying a small bowl steaming with vapour, a shaving brush, a
blade shaver and shaving cream.

Was I to lose my pride and joy, my strip of pubic hair so neatly
trimmed only yesterday, and god knows what else? The answer was
painfully obvious as the bowl was passed to Angelina who tested
what I assumed was hot water. Angelina satisfied herself that the
fluid was a reasonable temperature and passed the can of foam to
her right, to Anne whom I hardly knew. I had come down a little
by now and I watched Anne move to a position between my legs. She
pointed the nozzle at - you guessed it -  hot pussy.

I held my breath then the cold foam hit me where I was the
hottest. My back involuntarily arched as the goosebumps flashed
over my skin. But that was nothing compared to Jess who brushed
the soft foam over my sensitised outer labia and then I had the
fine bristles flicking over my painfully throbbing bean. My legs,
bound as they were, flew apart as my back involuntarily arched
once again. My hips thrust against the restraints and I was on
the knife's edge, like a cat walking along a picket fence. The
bliss was so intense as my mind and body absorbed the
breathtaking sensations.

Abby now had the shaver and I watched in horror as I felt and
heard the carefully cultivated strip being removed by the blades.
I closed my eyes and lay back, my head lolling about as the
slight vibrations stimulated my hardened bean. My legs were being
held apart as the blade was drawn over my charged  labia, taking
off any vestige of hair. I still managed to control myself as
instructed. I was actually finding the plateau of ecstasy a true
delight, although my body ached with the need to orgasm.

I heard Angelina's voice instructing, "Sit up Alessia, get off
the table and stand still."

"Yes," I heard myself say, in a trance like state.

I vaguely remember shuffling off the table and standing on my
jelly legs. I was in Nirvana and wanted to stay there, but the
real world slowly returned. I found all the women dressing me in
my stay-up, black, lace-topped stockings, my spikes, a short,
chiffon like skirt, really lacy panties and an extremely sheer
blouse. I recognised the outfit as one from the shopping trip
with Angelina a week ago. I might have been able to control
myself in not going orgasmic, but my pussy was juiced up and
wetting the panties within moments. I was guided to the dressing
table where I sat and had my hair and makeup restored from its
dishevelled state.

I was now coherent and asked, "What now?" in a soft almost
breathless voice.


Part Five: Outside.

I noticed that I was tremling in excitement, or was it horror?
Clearly I was being prepared to go outside the sanctuary of the
hotel suite. My poor heart was still pounding in my chest, my
whole being highly sensitised from the treatment it had had over
the past few hours. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised
that the blouse, with its voluminous sleeves, did nothing for my
modesty. My arms and trunk were visible and of course so were my
breasts, knotted nipples, areolae. I thought I looked just great,
but to go in public like this was a fantasy. A fantasy soon to be
fulfilled and apparently very soon. But where and how? I had no
real idea.

Angelina spoke saying to me, "You will walk from here to the bar
at the junction with William Street and stand or sit near the
corner of the bar. Order a drink and wait for all of us to come
to you. When we've all been there, you will walk back here. You
will show no emotion whatever happens, and you must not come or
look at us. Is all that clear?"

"Oh shit, yes it's clear, but what will happen to me?"

"Don't worry about that. We'll protect you from harm. Otherwise I
won't tell you. But you'll find out and I can tell you it does
not involve pain. I expect a lot of people will look at you and
maybe even at us. You will perhaps fulfil one of yourfantasies."

My mind jumped through hoops wondering what they would do to me
in a bar. I'd seen some wild exhibitionist pictures on the web.
Oh god, I'd be scarred shitless, but I would come in seconds if
they had in mind some of the more extreme ones. I didn't think I
could control myself. I felt my bean once again easing out of its
sheath, stimulated by my panties. I was excited, quaking and
soaking my panties. Angelina motioned for me to stand. I did so,
moving a few paces then stopped. Ingrid knelt in front of me and
put a silver anklet on my left leg. It was pretty with bells on
it. Angelina led me past the other girls who were now a bit of a
blur. My mind was concentrated on what I'd been asked to do.
Angelina wished me good luck which was chorused by the others. I
was suddenly alone in the hotel corridor feeling so horny and so
vulnerable.

I walked to the lift and pushed the button. The doors opened
straight away, startling me. My heart pounded more. I pressed the
ground floor button. The lift started taking me to my destiny. It
stopped at the third floor. The doors opened and a couple got in
and really stared at me, but not in the face; the doors closed
and the lift continued down. I drew back my shoulders and stood
up straight. Proudly I stood there while they inspected me. I
found it very exciting. The lift doors opened and they let me go
first. Not looking to either side, I walked through the lobby out
into Murray Street and headed towards William Street. There were
not many people in that part of town, but I got some great looks
as I strode ahead.

It's only a few minutes walk so I was soon there. The lighting
was soft, most of it coming from lights in the back of the bar
shining off the backing mirrors. I decided not to sit in my
soaked panties and ordered a drink standing by the corner of the
bar. Several couples were on barstools, but I hadn't attracted
overly many looks as yet. I saw why Angelina wanted me there by
the corner. I was visible from both lengths of the bar and the
tables beside and behind me. I noticed a couple of men deep in
conversation close by start to notice they could see through my
top. Soon others noticed me including some women in business
suits. I was building an audience.

Then Angelina came in and stood close behind me. I felt the
trepiidation and excitement  building in me as hot as I was. The
next thing I felt my blouse being pulled out of my skirt.

I froze.

She slid her hands over my bare tummy. God, she felt fabulous. My
nipples knotted again as the goosebumps crawled over my skin. My
back arched thrusting my nipples against the sheer blouse as I
felt her mound on my butt. Her hands crossed over and she grabbed
my boobs, caressing my areolae and pulling on my nipples and
rolling them tightly between her thumbs and fingers. I stared
into the mirror, but my legs nearly gave up on me. Oh, my god, I
wanted so much to sigh and lie back into her caress and just come
all down my legs.

Then she was gone.

Oh, hell, everybody was looking at me in amazement. Some just
gaped, others giggled. Nobody said anything to me. My panties
were now squuelching and I felt like I needed to pee so I visited
the "ladies", stuffing my panties into my clutch bag. I returned
to my spot at the bar only long enough to pick up my drink, as a
pair of hands encircled me under my blouse. I didn't see who it
was, but I was sent to heaven once again as soft female hands
expertly fondled my boobs, kneading them delectably. I rode the
waves of wonderful sensations for thirty or forty seconds and
then she too left me. I desperately wanted to gasp, but somehow I
managed to breathe normally throughout that bout of pleasure.

Before I could gather my wits, another girl, Anne, I think, was
pressing herself against me, her hands slithering up my skirt,
straight to my boobs once again. She grasped my nipples rolling
them between her thumb and fingers and simultaneously squeezing
me, areolae included. She then cupped me, thumbing my nipples. I
nearly went over the edge into orgasm. My delight was extreme and
she stayed longer, letting me luxuriate in her warmth against me.
I cushioned myself against her soft, pillowy breasts. In
hindsight I cannot see how I controlled myself, my labia were so
puffed and sensitised. My honeyed juices were threatening to
drip. I managed to cross my legs, coating my upper inner thighs
with it. Then abruptly she was gone.

I gulped down a groan and looked around me as nonchalantly as I
could, though I knew I was flushed hot pink. A few were looking,
but all the patrons seemed to be avoiding my gaze. I looked down
seeing two of my blouse's buttons undone. Through my erotically
glazed mind I did a count. Three more buttons, but five more
girls, oh shit! My mind reeled at the thought of the progression
and its obvious consequences. My groin twitched, in terror and
anticipation at the same time, threatening to drip again. I was
high, like a high-wire walker, but I could only fall one way. I
ached in tantalising desire.

Jess came next, just as I started to stop wobbling on the high
wire. She held my butt cheeks before snaking her hands to my now
tender breasts. She took no mercy on me and had me inwardly
grovelling within seconds. She was rough and I heard some of the
people nearby gasp in shock. When she left I noticed that she had
undone another button. My tummy could easily be seen, at least I
could see it. I became even more aroused by that stimulation. I
didn't believe I could hold on to my self-control as I felt
outrageously horny. I could almost have masturbated there and
then with everybody looking at me. I blushed and felt flustered
but loved the attention.

Abby arrived before Jess's bruising kneading had calmed down. She
slipped her hands up through the side slits in my skirt, running
her fingers up my legs. She moved her hands to feel my freshly
shaved mound pressing down hard upon it. Then, very carefully
avoiding my clitoris, she ran her thumbs over my outer labia. I
nearly screamed in the sheer audacity and sensuousness from the
electrical charge that whizzed through me. Her honeyed, wet
fingers slid up my tummy and brushed lightly over my boobs. She
leaned over to my drink and poked a finger in it offering it to
me to suck. I did and tasted myself in it. She undid a button and
slunk away. I was now finding I couldn't keep my emotions down. I
let out a sort of groaning sigh. I was becoming acutely aware
that everybody was watching the proceedings with increasing
interest. I was seriously close to coming, ready or not, my
control was weakening badly.

I managed to get a sip of my drink down my dry throat before Ava
put her arms around me, giving me a comforting hug. I got little
respite from her hug as she manoeuvred her hands up my back and
finished grasping my sensitised nipples, sending me spinning into
an ecstatic storm of bliss yet again. But I hung on to my
self-control for dear life. She left me with my blouse hanging
open but still on my shoulders: I was standing there with my
breasts barely covered.

I looked at myself with the wide gaping top, revealing my boobs,
and I felt my whole groin throbbing with need for release. My
breasts ached from the bruising attention, but mostly from the
blood pounding from my fluttering heart. As frighteening as this
was I was determined to see this through, although my
half-conscious mind was telling me to cover-up and run.
Strangely, I not only felt acutely aroused by this, but I was
wishing I had the gall to jump up onto the bar top, strip and
dance much like I had at the night club.

I was hoping now that Audrey would be next so that a quick plan I
conceived would, I hoped, embarrass her, but it was Adriana and
felt I couldn't grab and kiss her passionately. A few people had
started coming in from the street to see the show. I played up to
the small gathering that was now watching with wide-eyed
interest. Adriana I saw as excitable and seemed to be enjoying
the notoriety as much as I was. So I did grab her and kissed her
as passionately as I felt. And I most certainly felt passionate.
She returned the kiss and we held each other in a tight embrace
for a minute or more. Just as we broke apart she pulled down the
zipper of my skirt. They wouldn't go that far, surely, I remember
thinking getting scared.

Ingrid came while Adriana was still clutching me. I was steaming
hot. The crowd had blurred into virtual obscurity as I became
less conscious of them, rather concentrating on controlling my
natural instinct to just let go and orgasm as my body frantically
wanted. I couldn't believe Ingrid would do it, but she pushed
aside my blouse, and to the delight of the noisy crowd, greedily
sucked on my left breast. The shock had frozen me rigid, but her
skilled mouth and tongue on me had me groaning and gasping madly.
I held her beautiful head to me and revelled in the sensation of
pure delight at having her with me. But while she held me with
one hand behind me, she undid my skirt letting Adriana catch it
as it fell.

I was left standing in my shoes and stockings bared for everyone
to see. Terror  almost overwhelmed me but I had really achieved
my original fantasy. Ingrid switched to my right breast kissing
it as I closed my eyes briefly. Oh my god I wanted her to give me
a long awaited release. I would have bent backwards over the bar
stool for her; crowd or no crowd. Adriana picked my skirt up off
the floor then my blouse slid off to my wrists. I felt so
outrageously horny the crowd could have ravished me just as long
as Angelina gave me permission.  Still scared shitless I became
fully aware of my predicament; my stomach churned in excitement.
The fact that they were cheering us on became totally irrelevant.
I knew I had to wait for Angelina; I had to. Adriana and Ingrid
broke away from me letting the mob see me naked, naked pussy and
all. Then taking an arm each rushed me out into the street.

I was aware of hoots from inside then the cool night air
enveloping me. Goosebumps sprung up all over me and I heard
whistles and shouts from cars and from across the street. I felt
every eye burning into my smoldering hot flesh. I had never
experienced such excitement, such fear-provoking but lustful
emotions. I knew then that I wanted to fulfil my ultimate fantasy
soon. And that I could actually contemplate really doing it.

Making out all the way in full public view. For now I took it
upon myself just like a streaker to jog the few 100 metres back
to the hotel. I was conscious of the stares of delight of the
people in the street and passing cars. I felt the sway and weight
of my breasts as I jogged. The cool breeze I created for myself
chilled my wet groin and stiffened even more my erect nipples.
The exhilaration was extraordinarily stimulating and when I
slowed to a walk outside the hotel I so desperately needed
Angelina's permission to let go but she wasn't there.

Before I realised it, all the girls had surrounded me in the
street and were escorting me back into the hotel. They were very
protective and covered me with a light coat. We were all soon
back in the suite.

Angelina said, "Sit on the edge of the table."

I did and then she said, "Lie back, but watch."

I was up on my elbows looking at my aching naked body, with my
heart thumping madly in my chest, feeling so exposed and
vulnerable, but so flushed in sexual arousal I thought I would
die if Angelina didn't let me climax away the built up tension.

Finally Angelina handed me my vibrator and said, "Alessia, you've
only one thing left to do for tonight, but first, on behalf of
all of us, we think you behaved magnificently. Watching you was
so very exciting for all of us. Now you must use your toy and
masturbate while we all watch."

"Oh my god, yes Angelina, may I ask Ingrid to slowly push it in
and turn it on for me. And make love to me?"

Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise, Angelina asked, "Ingrid,
would you do that?"

"Sure, I would love to," she said as a huge grin filled herface.

I handed it to my sweet Ingrid, and as they all watched she
undressed herself vamping like a professional stripper, wet my
toy on her own labia, and inserted it quite deeply into herself.
With her eyes shut and only wearing her make up she was clearly
closing in on an orgasm herself. Slowly, and if my guess was
right, she reluctantly removed it from herself. Geez, I found her
little show awesomely sexy and it confirmed my love for her. I
was a little jealous. She stepped to me and teased my labia with
her wetness on my toy. I moaned in bliss as she turned it on and
pressed the gratification machine slowly into me. I felt my walls
expand as it filled me: Oh, shit, so bloody good. Then she turned
it on and attached the clit' teaser.

My stomach churned as the extreme stimulus sent me into a frenzy
of passion. Grabbing my responsive swollen labia with both hands
I massaged my lips running my thumbs along their slippery
lubricated sides then deeply following the toy. I groped for it;
caught it, and pushed it further in. In no more than twenty
seconds I started to orgasm; the release was unbelievable and
continued for minutes, assisted by my toy, Ingrid and the others
kissing, licking and sucking me all over.

I vaguely remember throwing myself about as my orgasm took me out
but I remained aware of the absolute gratification I received
during that time. I sensed being carried and laid out on a bed
next to the warm soft skin of Ingrid; her soft mouth caressing
me. I thanked her with a weak but adoring kiss.


To be continued...
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