Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... any part of her from the audience's eyes. Cyndi reached between her legs, grabbed the end of the cotton hanging there, and, with a quick jerk pulled the remains of the panties away from Leila's body. A tremendous cheer rose from the room, followed by tumultuous applause. Leila blushed even redder than before. This must be even more humiliating than dancing naked. At least the dancer can feel that she is a performer wearing her costume, even if the costume is nothing at all; but she was just naked where she should be clothed, just another patron playing darts in a bar, nude and open to all these strange eyes. She shivered, then as the applause started to die down, gave a little curtsey, and walked down to her table.

Leila's Love Story, Part 7

Cyndi knelt down for a couple of minutes with her back to the rest of the room, then stood up and walked over to Leila. "I'll be back in five minutes for the pool game," she murmured as she placed a pile of white cloth scraps on the table, then headed over to the bar to pick up her tray. Leila shivered as she fumbled through the pile of scraps. She had forgotten the pool game. She had been so sure she would win that she had just put it out of her mind. Leila needed to quiet her mind, so she studied the scraps of cloth she was playing with. Cyndi had sliced the bra into seven separate pieces, and had cut the panties into tiny pieces, most about one inch square. There was no way any sort of covering could be pinned together from ...

... these tiny scraps. She looked around the floor. The scraps of cloth from her pants and shirt had disappeared. Obviously Cyndi had cleared them away so she would have to stay totally naked. Or David had. She looked at David. He was wearing a sport shirt that might cover her totally, but she knew with an absolute certainty that she would not be given that shirt.

David looked her up and down, especially noting the bullet nipples and the moisture dripping from her vagina. He squeezed her shoulder. "I see you've decided to wear my favourite outfit," he murmured, his other hand sliding between her thighs and caressing her lips, "and from what I can feel it must be one of your favourites too."

Leila's body quaked at his gentle touch, and his joking banter increased her humiliation, deepening her blush. "Stop teasing me. I didn't want to be naked. Cyndi just had a very lucky game."

"Your body is telling a different story from your mouth." David's hand continued to fondle her private area, and she could feel it become a positive swamp, as she gasped for breath. "You love this exposure, my sweet slut," he whispered as he kissed her earlobe.

Leila knew she had been acting slutty. Playing darts topless with five strangers. Letting Cyndi remove the remainder of her clothing in full view of the entire room. So aroused by her nudity that her juices were covering the chair she was sitting on, making her thighs and buttocks wet. But she couldn't admit that to David; she couldn't even ...