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Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were…

Part 1 – An Acquired Taste “So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?” Smiling, my…

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END

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She pulled on her favorite tight satiny white panty, see through in the front so she could see her little v shaped bush, and high cut in the back, god how she loved the feel of them clinging to her young sexy hips and ass. She then strapped her white satin bra with black highlights on, rubbing her nipples through the satin, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth in her pussy she stopped, oh!She didn’t want to get wet to soon her Mistress might get mad if she was all sticky with juice when she smelled her and tasted her tonight. She wrapped her skirt around her hips and zipped it up, pulled on her shirt and put on some knee high white stockings and shiny black heels.As Ambyr stood in front of her full length mirror she had a quiver of excitement because she looked so naughty and tempting, thinking of the guys that would drool over her and how she would hold her Mistress’s arm lovingly clinging to her like she was taught.Mistress Rain bow owned her completely and totally, she wouldn’t think of doing anything with anyone else unless her Mistress instructed to do so, oh how she loved being her naughty little Slut (I use the term with so much love it hurts).Well she better stop looking at herself or she is going to cum thinking of tonight and she wanted to try to be fresh for her Mistress, she walked downstairs and said goodbye to her mom telling her she is probably going to be staying at Alexia’s house. Her mother said fine, be careful sweetie, laughing softly, how silly, if only her mom knew how bad she was going to be tonight she would never let her go out again.She got in her car and drove to Mistress Alexia’s house, it was just getting dark as she got out of her car and knocked at the door, she waited breathless, hoping her Mistress will approve of her choice of clothes. The door opened and there she stood clad in such a sexy outfit, it made Ambyr get wet from the sight, Ambyr saw the surprise and sexy, approving look from her Mistress as she eyed her body and outfit up and down.Ambyr went in and got on her knees and hugged her Mistress’s legs, looking up at Alexia she felt her panty start getting a wet spot but couldn’t help it at all, Her Mistress was all she ever wanted! Alexia told Ambyr how lovely she looked and how she was going to have a surprise for her little slut tonight, Ambyr quivered with excitement wondering what that could be. She would do anything at all for her Mistress.Alexia led here to her bedroom and turned to her and hugged her telling Ambyr how glad she was here and how she wanted to just start right now but she would wait. Alexia whispered in Ambyr’s ear that she hoped she was getting wet because when she went down to taste and smell she wanted to feel slick hot yummy wetness, Ambyr nearly fainted right there from hearing that. Her panty experienced another rush of wetness, now Ambyr didn’t stop it she was happy that her Mistress will find her so ready for her skillful tongue when she bestowed that privilege upon her.So before either of them could lose anymore control they got into Ambyr’s car and drove into the night.As they drove into the city, Alexia put her hand on Ambyr’s thigh telling her how turned on she was about tonight, Ambyr’s wet spot grew wider as her Mistress’s hand rubbed across the top and to the inside of her thigh, close to her heated crotch. Ambyr put her head back and savored the lusty feeling filling her body, Alexia told her they were going to a club and were going to seduce some sexy guy and take him home with them, Ambyr said she couldn’t wait to get there!Alexia’s hand continued its slow rubbing of Ambyr’s thigh and slid deeper underneath her vinyl skirt brushing Ambyr’s soaked panty, Alexia smiled and said, oh yes little Ambyr, you are definitely my favorite little Slut. Ambyr just gave herself over to the overwhelming feelings of sexiness as they drove to the club.They pulled up to a club called “The Dark Ages” a gothic styled place with huge gargoyles mounted on the roof, as they approached the huge door into the club they felt the throbbing beat of the techno music playing inside. Ambyr clung to her Mistress’s arm like a lost little girl; her head was spinning from the excitement.They walked inside and the doorman let them pass without a cover charge or word.Alexia found a table in a dark corner where they could see the whole of the club and ordered drinks, she then leaned over and told Ambyr how incredibly wet she was and that she wanted Ambyr to get down and lick her now. Ambyr gladly went under the thick black table cloth as her Mistress spread her sexy legs and lifted her tiny skirt some, as Ambyr got between her legs she smelled her Mistress’s sexy musky scent that she loved of so much and noticed that she had no panties on. Ambyr licked her Mistress’s thighs and felt Alexia’s hands pushing her head to her wet pussy, she started gratefully licking deeply and lovingly around her lips and pushed her tongue deep inside.Licking in time with the humping beat of the music, her Mistress’s hips grinding slowly on her face, she was gulping juice and licking faster. So after about 10 minutes of licking she felt Alexia’s orgasm coming, she put her mouth tightly over her hot hole and sucked thirstily. Alexia’s cum squirted out thickly as Ambyr gulped and swallowed it all so there would be nothing to clean up after; she would never let her Mistress be wet or sticky after she ate her. She finished swallowing the creamy cum down and licked everywhere between her legs before coming to sit back at the table, burning with happiness that she was allowed to pleasure her Mistress, wanting nothing more than that.They sat and watched the crowd dance and move about in the strobe lights and smoke in the club while drinking their drinks.Her Mistress got up and took Ambyr to the dance floor and held her close as they started dancing close and sexually. Alexia kissed Ambyr’s lips and licked inside her mouth tasting her cum on Ambyr’s tongue and mouth, she slid her hands down the small of her back to her tight ass, squeezing and rubbing as she ground her hips into Ambyr’s. Ambyr’s panty was completely drenched when suddenly she felt her cum squirt through the satiny material, she held her Mistress tightly and moaned into her ear as she came.Alexia smiled sensually and said what a good little Slut Ambyr was when she reached down and felt the juice running down her legs and on her stockings. After dancing together for awhile Alexia told Ambyr to go back to the table and wait for her, Ambyr went obediently and waited. Alexia then went out among the dancers and searched out a sexy looking guy to dance with; finding one she started grinding with him. All the while whispering and telling him about her and Ambyr and what she wanted him for, he was completely in control and wanted nothing more but to do anything for Alexia. Together they went back to the table and introduced James to Ambyr, sitting between them both James couldn’t believe his luck.After a few more drinks Alexia told Ambyr to go and suck James’s thick cock and gave her permission to swallow his cum this time, Ambyr gratefully got back under the table again and unzipped his black khaki pants reaching inside his silk boxers she found his cock. It was huge, almost 8 inches long and 2 inches wide; Ambyr smiled and licked his shaft and his balls as she felt his hands holding her head tightly fingers wrapping in her hair.She took the thick head in her mouth tasting his salty pre cum; she sucked up and down getting it sloppy and wet her saliva was dripping down to his balls as she sucked harder and faster, milking his lovely cock. Slurping and gulping, taking him down her throat as much as she could she felt his hips start moving knowing he was getting close to giving Ambyr her reward. Ambyr sucked harder while stroking with her hand, slurping sounds reaching her Mistress’s ears as Alexia licked and whispered naughtily into his ear holding him. Soon she felt his cock start pulsing, felt his hand on the back of her head push harder forcing his cock down her throat as his thick hot cum squirted out, filling her mouth with a salty taste.She swallowed and swallowed, milking his cock skillfully, loving the taste and thickness of his cum, she licked and sucked the last bit out while squeezing his cock then got back up and sat down at the table. Alexia leaned over and told her how good she was and that she was going to get to pleasure her Mistress more when they got home, Ambyr shivered thinking of how wonderful her Mistress was and how good it felt to be hers. They went back out to the dance floor when Nine-Inch Nails, Closer, played they both humped on his legs getting wetter by the second.Alexia put her hand in Ambyr’s panty and got her fingers wet and put them in James mouth, letting him taste her Sluts pussy, he savored it. While Ambyr was allowed to do the same to her Mistress, she was more excited than ever from tonight, knowing her panty was dripping with her juice and creamy cum her Mistress loved. After the song ended they all got in the car and drove home to Alexia’s house, and went straight to the bedroom, with Alexia’s huge double king size bed. Alexia told James to sit in the recliner next to bed while she played with Ambyr for awhile, as was the norm, he stripped down to his silken boxers and watched intensely.Ambyr was on her knees until her mistress told her to stand and take off her top, she did and Alexia undid her bra running her hands over her sweet tits and pinching her nipples till they were standing straight out. Then she had Ambyr unzip her skirt and get on the bed with her legs spread; Ambyr quickly got in position, knowing what was to come.Alexia crawled between her legs and smelled her sticky, juicy, cum drenched panty and smiled lovingly at Ambyr and sucked on them for awhile, then took them off and licked between her small lips spreading them with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around her hard little clit and sucked it inside her hot mouth, sucking and licking, tonguing deep inside her juicy tight hole. Pushing her tongue forcefully deeper gulping Ambyr’s sweet juice out, she licked down to her tight ass hole and pushed her tongue inside, licking and sucking on her hole.Ambyr was going crazy trying not to hump her Mistress to hard though, she started to cum and Alexia sucked it out of her squirting pussy, swallowing it thirstily, Ambyr held her Mistress head tight and pushed more of her creamy cum into her mouth. Alexia licked the last of her cum up and got up, kissing James and letting him taste Ambyr’s cum on her lips and face.He licked it clean and got on the bed with Ambyr, Alexia told Ambyr to get doggie style so James could fuck her tight little pussy. Ambyr quickly got in position and felt James’s huge cock push into her tight hole, she humped back against it and it sank in.He then grabbed her hips tightly and thrust quickly until it was balls deep inside, stretching her wide, Ambyr screamed out as he fucked her hard and fast pounding inside her tight wet hole. Her pussy was making slurping sounds as he fucked her, she felt the head pounding against the bottom of her pussy, it hurt but she took it because her Mistress told her to. Alexia brushed the hair out of Ambyr’s eyes and held her head while James rode her roughly, telling her she was doing so good and that she was making James happy also. Ambyr started moaning as she came squirting out around his thick cock, soaking his hips as they slapped against her sexy ass.James was about to cum when Alexia told him to pull out, he did with a pop and Alexia quickly sucked his cum soaked cock into her mouth while Ambyr watched. Ambyr watched her Mistress suck and slurp James’s cock hungrily as he held her head and came in her mouth. Ambyr watched as she swallowed it all, wishing she could taste it too but knowing that her Mistress wanted his thick cum.Alexia licked and squeezed the last drop out and kissed Ambyr’s lips telling her to start sucking his cock again, Ambyr quickly went down and sucked it in her mouth stroking and milking it for her Mistress. James was in heaven having just fucked Ambyr’s incredibly tight pussy and having the oh so sexy Alexia swallow his load and now Ambyr’s hungry mouth sucked him hard again. He relaxed as Ambyr sucked and slurped noisily on his throbbing cock, Ambyr sucked him down her throat till her face was buried in his soft pubic hair, then back up to the head and down again, over and over, gulping. He loved it and so did Alexia watching her little Slut suck his cock so good, her eyes burning with lust for Ambyr.Ambyr sucked him harder for about 10 more minutes, her jaw and throat were getting sore but she hoped her Mistress would let her swallow his cum again, it tasted so good. He moaned that he was going to cum and Alexia pulled Ambyr’s head off his cock and sucked him in her mouth, milking his cum again. Ambyr watched again and wished but knew her Mistress should have his cum anyway she should be happy that she got to swallow it once, she watched her Mistress’s throat swallowing and slurping his cum down till it was gone. Alexia lay back down on the bed and held Ambyr while James relaxed, his cock spent from all the sucking.Alexia told Ambyr that she was a good Slut tonight and not to be sad at all about not getting his cum. Ambyr just spun with love for her Mistress knowing that she would do anything for her anyway and never be mad at her for anything. Alexia felt a little sorry for taking all James’s cum so she told Ambyr that she could eat her pussy. Ambyr was thrilled she truly wanted Mistress Alexia’s cum more than anything, Alexia climbed over her face and rubbed her juicy pussy all over Ambyr’s face getting it all slick.She told Ambyr to stick her tongue out so she could hump it like a little cock, she did gladly, and Alexia humped Ambyr’s mouth harder moaning with pleasure. Ambyr loved the having her Mistress hump hard on her face, licking her sweet pussy deeply; Alexia’s little bush grinding on her nose. She humped harder and grabbed Ambyr’s hair tightly pulling her head deeper into her crotch, riding her Sluts mouth was so good, knowing that Ambyr loved every second of it. Oh yes Alexia felt her orgasm starting and ground her pussy into Ambyr’s sweet mouth, biting her lip, her thick creamy cum flowed into Ambyr’s mouth. She felt Ambyr swallowing and gulping under her as she humped roughly on her face, filling her mouth with her hot cum again and again. Alexia got off her and curled up with Ambyr lovingly licked her glistening face clean and whispered how much she loved her little Ambyr. Ambyr was overjoyed to be in her Mistress’s arms their bodies twining together in Alexia’s huge bed as sleep overcame them and they both dreamed sweet lovely dreams.THE ENDComments are very welcome. So please feel free to email me at..Thanks for reading.

It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy