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Lauren's Lesson Ch. 01

By: JackandJilldo



Lauren was one of those ruthless company execs who used every means possible to elevate herself through the rungs of the corporate ladder. If she felt there was a glass ceiling in her way, she went through life wearing a carbide-tipped helmet.

She wore tight dresses with ample cleavage bulging out the top, and no one ever seemed to spot any panty lines on her. She would flirt with visiting executives; occasionally dating them, but she never seemed to get asked out a second time. Rumor had it that she would invariably become sarcastic and act just as she did around the office. She just couldn't seem to stop acting like a bitch, even when she was on her own time.

The shame was that Lauren wasn't really bad-looking; she had post shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and a pretty face, but her inner ugliness just seemed to shine through. By the time it was announced that we would soon be merging with another firm, she had alienated practically everyone in the company, including myself. If there was one thing I hate, it's a sarcastic bitch.

We all knew that Lauren would seize the opportunity to try and finagle her way to a higher position with the new company, and I decided to confide in a few employees, a plan to put her in her place once and for all.

We all met in a local tavern one evening and held a brainstorming session; sharing any and all info we had on both the merger and Lauren.

"I overheard her talking to Mark (the CEO) yesterday about a wedding theme." Elaine, our marketing analyst stated. "She wants to emerge from the elevator wearing a wedding gown, to symbolize the merger."

"You're kidding right?" Charlie, our company videographer asked.

"No, I'm serious." Elaine replied. "She'll come out, dressed like a bride, veil and all, and make a speech about the 'marriage' of the two companies."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, and several others joined me as well.

"What a loony-toon." Brenda, the cleaning lady observed. "She really does have some issues."

I nodded in agreement.

"Here's the thing." I stated. "We need to share everything we have on her, and compile a database. We need to know what makes her mad, sad and happy. We all know she has a vanity streak a mile deep and we need to take advantage of that."

"Agreed." Charlie replied.

Brenda raised her hand.

"What is it, Brenda?" I inquired.

"Well," Brenda said slowly, "I don't know if it means anything, but I saw her changing in the restroom once, and she's nothing like what we think she is, under those dresses."

"What do you mean?" Elaine inquired.

Brenda took a deep breath. 

"She told me if I ever told anyone, she'd have me fired."

"She can't." I stated. "Let's hear it."

"Her dresses have hidden cups in them, to... you know... push her boobs up, what little there is of them."

"Little there is?" I echoed. "They're not round?"

"No, they're tiny." Brenda said with a giggle. "But not flat. They're little floppy things."

We all burst into laughter.

"What else?" I asked, trying not to seem too intrigued.

The thing was, I have a fetish for limp, saggy tits, and the description of Lauren's droopy boobs fascinated me.

"She doesn't wear underwear." Brenda continued.

"We suspected that." said Jenny, one of the secretaries. "We've never seen any panty lines."

"And no bra." Brenda reminded her. "That's how she gets those round jiggly things she calls tits."

I let out a gigglesnort that blew beer through my nose, and I reached for a napkin.

"Sorry," I apologized, as I wiped my face, "but you must really think her tits are comical; calling them jiggly things."

"They're ridiculous." Brenda snorted. "They look like oversized tea bags with nipples stuck on the ends."

Several people howled in laughter at Brenda's remark.

"Okay," I said, "Let's get back on track here. We know she's got cartoon titties. Anything else?"

"Well," Brenda whispered, looking around, "her clitoris is pierced. And, there's something else."

We all focused on that remark, like a cat on a mouse.

"Elaborate please." Frank, the head of security prodded.

"It's pierced. It's got a ring through it the size of a quarter."

"For hanging things." I muttered.

"What?" Frank asked.

"Oh nothing." I replied. "Nothing. 

"Okay," I continued, "so we know her tits are a joke; she wears nothing under her dresses, and her clit is pierced. This gives me an idea."

"What's that?" Charlie inquired.

"She's so goddamned vain about herself and her body. If everyone saw what really lies underneath her clothes, it would take her down a notch or two."

"Sure, but how do we do that?" Charlie asked in a puzzled tone.

"The wedding scene." I replied with a grin. Everybody lean in. Here's what we're going to do. Elaine, take her shopping for that wedding dress. Make sure it's strapless and has a long train. Frank, you monitor the security gates, and Brenda, I want you to tell me what the last thing was..."



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 02



Poor Lauren! As she sat there looking at me, it began to dawn on her that her troubles were only just beginning.

"What do you want from me?" Lauren asked tearfully.

"Humility." I replied casually. "I want you to understand that you can't go through life on your high horse, looking down at everyone else and treating them like shit, without consequences. You're about to learn what those consequences are, my dear little bitch."

"I'm not your bitch!" Lauren screamed defiantly.

A quick tug on the leash reminded her who was in charge now, and it wasn't her.

"Because of you, I've got to have an emergency meeting with the Board of Directors," I informed her, "and you keeping your job lies entirely in my hands, so you'd better start acting a little more respectfully. Do you understand me?"

Lauren waited tensely for another tug on the leash, but I did not pull on her clit this time. Relieved at my graciousness, she nodded.

"Yes." she replied.

"Yes what?" I inquired.

Lauren took a deep breath, and I could tell that it pained her tremendously to respond in this manner.

"Yes Sir." she said dejectedly, dropping her eyes and staring at the floor.

"Good." I replied with a smile. "Now, I will do everything that I can to help you out, so I hope that you remember that when I get back."

"Yes Sir." Lauren responded. "Thank you Sir."

"You know, Lauren," I added, "feeling those floppy little tits of yours, has given me a raging hard-on. They are just so cute! I was wondering if you could do something about it before I meet with the Board."

Lauren swallowed hard, with an audible gulp.

"How?" she asked huskily.

"How did you lose your teeth?" I questioned, ignoring her.

"What?!" Lauren burst out. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I said coolly. "Now answer me. How did you lose your teeth?"

"How do you know about that?" she demanded.

"Never mind." I replied with a smile. "Just tell me."

Lauren dropped her gaze again.

"They had to be pulled." she finally stated, with no further explanation.

I decided not to pursue the issue at this point, as it was not important. The important thing was that she was wearing dentures and could take them out.

"All of them?" I prodded.

"Yes Sir, all of them; top and bottom. Satisfied?"

"Oh yes, Lauren. Quite. Now take them out."

"For what?" she demanded. 

It suddenly dawned on her, what I wanted. 

"Oh no, please Sir! Please don't make me do that."

"Take them out!" I barked.

Lauren removed her dentures and set them on my desk. Tears began streaming down her cheeks once again.

I gazed at her toothless face and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor.

"You know what to do." I encouraged her. "Impress me, so that I can fight for you at that meeting."

Lauren's wonderful, toothless mouth engulfed my cock, and I could feel her gums sliding up and down my shaft, as she sucked my penis. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and wet, and her lips formed a seal around my cock, that vacuumed it like an Electrolux, as she cried and sucked at the same time. 

"Oh, that's nice!" I whispered. "Lick it too."

Her tongue danced across the underside of my penis and flicked around the frenulum, as she continued sucking and gumming me. It wasn't long before I felt a wonderful sensation building between my legs, and I cradled her head in my hands.

"That feels so fucking good, Lauren." I moaned. "Don't stop. Don't stop, Baby; Oh shit, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! I'm gonna cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all. Oh, swallow it Baby! Swallow my cum! Oh Lauren!"

I cupped her soft, dangling tits in my hands; squeezing them firmly, as I groaned loudly and ejaculated in her mouth. I spurted five or six times, and I could feel her throat muscles contracting, as she swallowed the entire load. 

"Oh God, Lauren!" I panted. "That felt so good."

Lauren continued sucking my cock, running her soft tongue along the underside of the shaft until I finished squirting sperm into her mouth.

"Holy shit." I murmured, as I pulled my softening cock from her mouth. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"I hope you're fatified." Lauren sniffed tearfully; her words warped by her missing teeth.

"Oh yes," I replied, "at least for now. I'll do everything I can for you, to keep your job. Just remember who helped you."

"Yef Fir."

"Good. Now put your teeth back in, you toothless crack whore."

*

Two hours later, I returned from my impromptu meeting with the Board of Directors, and gazed at Lauren disdainfully.

"Well, Miss Newell," I began, "It took everything I had, but I managed to convince them not to fire you."

"Okay." Lauren replied.

"What?" I exploded. "What did you just say to me, you ungrateful bitch?"

"Thank you, Sir!" Lauren corrected herself. "Thank you for letting me keep my job."

"That's better." I growled. "Don't forget who kept your job for you, and don't ever forget your place."

"My place Sir?" Lauren inquired with a tinge of trepidation in her voice.

"Yes, your place." I repeated. "You still have a job here, but you have been placed into my custody, so to speak.

"You are now under my supervision. You will report to me... and me only. You will maintain a respectful tone while employed here, and you will execute your new duties without question, or you're out the door. Do you understand?"

"What new duties?" Lauren inquired.

"A respectful tone, Bitch!" I roared. "Do you want to be fired this soon after I saved your ass?"

"No Sir!" Lauren hollered desperately. "I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't mean to be disrespectful, I swear! Please don't fire me, Sir!"

"Let's try this again." I responded. "You are now under my supervision. You will report to me... and me only. You will maintain a respectful tone while employed here, and you will execute your new duties without question, or you are out the door on your skinny little ass. Do you understand?"

Lauren nodded dejectedly.

"Yes Sir. What are my new duties, Sir?"

"Much better." I said with a smirk. "You are no longer the PR liaison with Nordic Dynamics, due to your exhibitionist tendencies."

Lauren flushed noticeably at this remark, and I continued.

"You are now the company go-fer." I continued. 

I could almost see the blood vessels bursting in Lauren's face as I spoke, but she somehow managed to keep her mouth shut.

"Go-fer, Sir?" she inquired.

"Yes Lauren. We need someone to take information and messages back and forth, and to run odd jobs for the employees. You will fit quite well, into the position, I'm sure."

"But Sir," Lauren said carefully, "I have a loft apartment and a Mercedes to make payments on."

"Yes Miss Newell." I replied brightly. "That's where your tips come in."

"My tips Sir?" she asked shakily.

"Yes. In order to remain employed here, your salary will be cut in half. We can't have a simple errand girl making executive pay, you understand."

"Errand girl, Sir?"

"Yes." I explained. "That is your new position with this company."

"I don't understand, Sir."

"Miss Newell, your new position with this company will be to take orders from everyone here at Nordic Dynamics. If you do a good job, they will tip you, just like the bellhop at the front door."

Lauren looked like she was ready to cry again, and it was now my responsibility to console her.

"You see," I continued, "your exhibitionist nudie show has greatly embarrassed this company. I think you understand that given the circumstances, anyone else would have fired you on the spot."

Lauren nodded.

"We- I... have given you the opportunity to keep your loft and your fancy car. All you have to do is be respectful, follow orders and adhere to your dress code."

Lauren swallowed hard.

"My dress code, Sir?"

"Yes, the outfit that you wore during the presentation this morning." 

"You mean the wedding dress?" she inquired hopefully.

"No, the white gloves and heels." I replied. "You may of course, wear whatever you want to work. You just need to check everything in with Security, except for the gloves and shoes, once you get here."

Lauren welled up in tears once again.

"Stop crying." I ordered. "It's extremely unprofessional. Do you want to keep your loft and car?"

"Yes Sir." she replied.

"Good. Then consider yourself our new errand girl. Put your gloves and heels back on, and get ready to go to work."

Lauren complied, and I marveled at the difference her elbow-length white kidskin gloves and white heels made. She looked absolutely beautiful. She wasn't just a nude whore, she was a professional nude whore, and the gloves and heels made all the difference.

I turned on the building's loudspeaker from my desk, and addressed the company.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I began, "it is my pleasure to announce our new errand girl, Miss Lauren Newell.

"As many of you are aware, Miss Newell put on quite a show this morning. In fact, because of Miss Newell, the company's new trademarked insignia will be two U's, side by side, in honor of Miss Newell's droopy jewels."

Applause could be heard throughout the entire building, and Lauren turned crimson.

"Since Miss Newell seems to like presenting herself devoid of clothing, our new company dress code for errand girls is white gloves and heels ONLY."

Another round of applause rocked the building.

"Miss Newell will be on hand to take your orders for mail, supplies and the like. We just ask that if you request her, you tip her a couple bucks as well. Agreed?"

A third - and thunderous - round of applause broke out, and I looked at Lauren with a grin.

"Looks like you're a hit." I observed.

Lauren looked absolutely crushed.

"Will... will they ask me to... you know?" she inquired.

"No." I replied. "I made certain that that was off base. You have me to thank for that, so don't forget it."

"No Sir." she said steadfastly. "You saved me from that, and I won't forget it."

"Good." I said with a smile. "Now, as I said earlier, you are under me."

"Yes," Lauren replied, "I know. Thank you for setting the rules."

"Oh, no problem." I assured her. "Just as long as you understand that you are under me, and I am on top of things."

"Yes Sir!" Lauren stated. "You are on top."

"I suppose you're ready to sign a contact as such?" I proposed.

"Yes Sir. I'll sign a contract that you are over me and I'll keep half my pay, plus tips." Lauren stated emphatically.

"Good." I replied rather sinisterly, as I offered her a pen, "put your signature right here, and it will all be official." 



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 03



Lauren reluctantly signed her name to the contract, then handed me the pen and looked completely dejected.

"You've won." she said. "I have a lot of bills to cover, and you've beaten me."

"Miss Newell," I replied, "it isn't my job to beat you; only to keep you in your place."

"I don't know if I can do this!" Lauren burst out.

"You must," I answered, "or else you'll lose your job; then your loft and your car."

"You did this, didn't you?" Lauren demanded. "You set this all up."

"Mind your manners!" I demanded.

I yanked firmly on the chain leash, and Lauren shrieked in response.

"Did you do this to me, Sir?" she screamed. "Did you set me up to be your pet?"

I waited for several seconds, before replying. 

"Someone did." I acknowledged. "The thing is, can you figure out who?"

"Was it you Sir?" Lauren pleaded. "Please answer me, if it was you. I deserve to know."

"Yes you do." I replied. "Yes, Miss Newell, it was me. 

"You fucked me over about seven years ago. You took that promotion that belonged to me. I deserved it; I was here three years before you, but somehow, you got the position. 

"Tell me, what did you do to Mrs. Caine?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Lauren said desperately.

"Oh yes you do." I sneered. "You ate her out, didn't you? You sucked that pussy and got promoted for it."

"No!"

"Oh yes." I pushed. "You see, Mrs. Caine had a few underlings herself. How do you think I got my position now?"

Lauren paled.

"For me, it's cool." I continued. "I fucked the rich widow and got on the Board. You, on the other hand, ate her cunt and got nothing; except a bunch of embarrassing stuff, should this come out..."

"You son of a bitch!" Lauren screamed at me.

"Tone it down!" I commanded, as I pulled on her clit leash. 

Lauren screamed in agony, as I tugged on the chain that hooked into her clitoris.

"Please Sir; please stop!" Lauren screamed.

I continued pulling on the leash; yanking the clit ring that kept her in line.

"Please Sir; I give up!" Lauren cried.

"Do you?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I promise." Lauren conceded. "I will do whatever you want. Please, just pay me and let me keep my loft and car."

"Okay." I acknowledged. "I think you understand how things will play out, from here on out."

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Then you understand that you are under me."

"Yes Sir."

"I mean that literally, Miss Newell."

"Yes Sir. I will submit to you. I promise."

Lauren looked around.

"What is my first assignment, Sir?" she inquired.

"It depends on who summons you first." I replied. "Remember, your talents went out all over this building."

As if on cue, a message came over the public address.

"Miss Lauren Newell, please report to the third floor media center."

"There you go." I responded. "It looks like you're already in demand. Let me give those floppies a squeeze for good luck."

I reached out and fondled her droopy titties one more time.

"You know, Miss Newell," I called out, "I can be in charge of these dangly little teabags you call tits, if you want."

Lauren looked puzzled, but she would figure it out soon enough.

*

An hour later, Lauren returned. Her face reeked of dejection, and she approached me with her eyes fixed on the floor.

"Hey Little Miss Dangles!" I called out. "Go ahead and put me in my place. You have another assignment, by the way, The groundskeeper needs an assistant for an hour or so."

"I can't do that, Sir!" she exclaimed.

"You can't?" I inquired.

"No. No Sir; I can't! I can't be seen outside like this. Please give me a different assignment."

"Well then, it looks like you're out of a job. Pack your shit and get the f-"

"No!" Lauren screamed. "I can't; I can't."

She burst out sobbing, and I dropped my guard temporarily. For some reason, I actually felt sorry for the bitch. If this continued, however, I would need some counseling myself.

"On your knees, Bitch!" I demanded.

Lauren dropped to her knees, and cradled her tiny, floppy titties in her hands; holding them up to me.

"Are you joking?" I demanded.

"No Sir!" Lauren responded. "This is all I have, I promise!"

I shook my head in mock disgust.

"You are a disgrace to the modeling industry." I berated her. "Your tiny little, floppy, dangling, titties have embarrassed me to no end."

"I'm sorry!" Lauren apologized. "Please let me make it up to you."

"Too late." I replied.

"No! Please!" Lauren burst out. "Please Sir; I will suck your penis anytime you want it and swallow your seed. Please let me keep my job! Please let me be your whore, just don't make me go outside."

There it was! 

Lauren could have asked for anything. What mattered in the end though, was her offer to be my whore.

"Miss Newell," I responded, "your actions have been anything but professional. Never in my career, have I seen someone so eager to fuck her boss to get out of a little yard work, which, by the way, you are excused from."

"But it wasn't my fault!" Lauren protested. "You know that."

"Miss Newell." I said strongly. "You are trying my patience. Now go home before I change my mind."

At that moment, it all dawned on her.

"Yes Sir." Lauren replied. "I will report for work tomorrow, wearing nothing but these shoes and gloves."

"Before you go," I said, "there is something else I want you to do for me."

"Would you like another blowjob?" she inquired.

"Not this time." I replied. "Although I loved that one you gave me earlier, so any time you are in my office, your teeth are to be removed, understand?" 

Lauren nodded.

"What is it, you wish me to do for you, Sir?" she asked.

"Those gloves look absolutely enthralling." I explained. "I want you to wrap your fist around my cock and give me a handjob."

"Yes Sir." Lauren said with a smile. "I'd love to jerk you off." 

Her fingers wrapped around my cock and tugged rhythmically, and it felt wonderful. Before long, I knew I was going to shoot my load all over her face. I played with her tits as my orgasm built.

"I want to cum on your face." I instructed.

Lauren leaned in, and my sperm exploded onto her face. She stopped jerking on my cock, and licked my cum from her lips as it ran down her face and into her mouth.

"Did that feel good, Sir?" she inquired.

I continued tugging on her soft, floppy tits for a minute and smiled.

"Yes, Lauren." I replied. "It felt wonderful. Now go home."

"Do you have a towel?" 

"Get out!" I roared.

Lauren backed out of the office, wiping her hands across her face and onto her legs as she headed for the elevator.

*

The next morning, everyone arrived early to witness Lauren's first official day as a nude helper. She exited her car wearing a long coat, and walked across the parking lot. As she neared the building, Lauren glanced up and was stunned to see every window crammed full of faces. She dropped her gaze dejectedly and entered the front door. In a few seconds, everyone abandoned the windows and crammed onto the balconies overlooking the atrium.

Lauren stopped at the security desk, and the guard held his hand out. She bit her lower lip, choking back tears, and opened her coat. Lauren then slid the coat off her shoulders and handed it to the guard, who nodded for her to proceed.

A thundering round of applause exploded, filling the atrium, and Lauren looked absolutely humiliated, as she walked completely nude to the elevator. I greeted her as the doors opened, and clipped the leash to her clit ring.

"Good morning, Miss Newell!" I said enthusiastically. "It certainly looks as though you're the most popular employee here today for some reason. Have you done something different with your hair?"

Lauren burst into tears, and I led her past dozens of employees who lined the hallway. They all cheered and clapped as she passed, making her cry even harder.

"Love those teabag titties!" someone hollered. "Give 'em a squeeze for me, Boss!"

I spun Lauren around, and cupped her tiny pancake tits in my hands, kneading them viciously, and pulling on them.

"Please stop!" Lauren begged. "Please Sir; please stop!"

I turned and pulled on the leash, causing Lauren to follow me, and we entered my office. I shut the door and addressed the little bitch.

"Well, Little Miss Dangles," I said, "welcome to your first day at your new job."

Lauren stared at me, unsure what to say or do.

"What is your first rule whenever you enter my office?" I demanded.

She removed her teeth and set them on my desk.

"You have an excellent memory!" I congratulated her. 

"Fank you, Fir." she responded, her speech impeded by her lack of teeth. 

"Put them back in for now." I instructed her. "I have a present for you."

"A present?" Lauren inquired.

"Yes, as in a gift." I replied in an irritated tone.

"I didn't mean it like that, Sir!" Lauren blurted. "I only meant that I was surprised."

"Well, you won't be surprised for long." I responded, handing her a wrapped package. "Go ahead and open it."

Lauren actually seemed eager, as she tore the paper from the colorfully-wrapped package. She opened the cardboard box and peered inside. Her look of hope suddenly turned to dismay, as she gazed at the contents inside.

"Go ahead." I encouraged. "Put it on."

Lauren removed the object, staring at it for several seconds, and then looked at me imploringly.

"You want me to wear this, don't you?" she asked softly.

"While you are here at work, yes." I replied. "Consider it part of your uniform. I had that made up especially for you."

Lauren held the present – a tiara – in her hands, and looked at it. It was an exact replica of the Miss Universe tiara; in fact it, it really wasn't even a replica at all. The company that made the tiaras for the contest was local, and I had commissioned them to make another with a custom title. 

Lauren slowly put the tiara on her head and looked at me. 

I nodded in approval and beamed. 

"It looks beautiful." I said with a smile. "It's totally you."

Lauren slowly turned her gaze toward the wall mirror positioned above a potted plant, and looked at her reflection. She closed her eyes in shame at the sight, and I put my arm around her reassuringly.

"Come now, Miss Newell." I admonished her. "I spent a lot of money on that crown. The least you can do is to be appreciative of your job here, and thank me for this beautiful gift. After all - until now - only the prettiest woman in the world was allowed to wear that headpiece."

"But the title!-" Lauren protested.

"Is totally you." I interrupted. "Now, you need to acknowledge your position with this company. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but it is you. You will wear it, along with your heels and gloves, as part of your new dress code. Do you understand?"

Lauren looked at me for several seconds, and swallowed hard.

"Yes Sir." she replied. "I understand."

"Good!" I replied. "This is exactly why I pushed so hard, to keep you on board."

Lauren looked at her reflection again, and I walked up behind her, cupping her ridiculously tiny and floppy tits in my hands. 

"Say it!" I snarled, as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Say it!"

"Miss Dangles!" Lauren burst out. 

"Say it again!" I demanded.

"Miss Dangles!" she cried. "Oh God; Miss Dangles, Miss Dangles, I'm Little Miss fucking Dangles!"

She burst into tears once again, and I felt a tinge of something upon my psyche, that I had never felt before. 

Some might call it remorse; others might call it guilt, but at the same time, I called it satisfaction.



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 04



"Oh Sir, why are you doing this to me?" Lauren begged.

I gazed at the little blonde bitch, with her pale skin and dangly boobs, and for the first time since this all began, I actually felt sorry for her.

"Because you deserve it." I replied. "You've treated everyone in this company like shit since you've been here, and it's time you find out what it's like to be degraded yourself."

Lauren looked at the floor, and I placed my index finger under her chin and lifted it up. I gazed into her pale blue eyes for a second and smiled.

"It's time for your first assignment today." I informed her.

She reached for her teeth, but I shook my head.

"That won't be necessary." I responded. "Go lock the door."

Lauren walked to the door and turned the bolt. When she returned, I squeezed her cute little titties and pulled her pudgy nipples until they hardened. This was the first time I had seen them erect, and they were huge. They were size of mini marshmallows, and on tits as small as hers, they looked like Tater Tots.

"Take your gloves and shoes off." I instructed. 

Lauren complied, pulling the gloves off and slipping out of her heels.

"The tiara too."

She set it on my desk, and I couldn't help but stare at her nude body. This was the first time I had seen her totally nude; devoid of everything except her clit ring, and I had to admit, she was pretty hot.

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" she inquired hoarsely.

"Yes, Miss Dangles," I replied, as I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, "I'm going to fuck you, so go ahead and get yourself wet for me."

Lauren rubbed her middle finger over her clit, occasionally tugging on the ring, and slowly slid it into her cunt as she began to loosen up. Soon, she was into a full-blown masturbation session, and I guided her to the sofa on the far side of my office.

"Lay down." I said gently, helping her onto her back.

I climbed on top of her, and slid my unprotected cock into her open cunt. In all honesty, it was one of the nicest feeling cunts I had ever had my dick in. It felt like one of her kidskin gloves; only wet. Lauren gasped as I slid my dick in and out; fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh Sir, that feels so good!" she burst out. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"

She was panting like an animal, and I slammed my cock in and out of her slippery cunt, causing her soft little titties to slide up and down violently on her chest.

"Oh shit, Sir, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum! Fuck me Sir! Fuck your little whore and make me fucking cum!"

Lauren shrieked like a banshee, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

"Here it comes!" I groaned. "Take this, you little bitch!"

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot from my cock; filling her hot, wet cunt and shooting deep into her womb.

"I felt it!" Lauren whispered. "I felt it hit my belly on the inside. It was so warm. Oh my god, I've never been fucked like that before."

It was hard to imagine her ever having been fucked at all, with her attitude and all, but it was still a terrific compliment to me.

"Did you like that?" I whispered in her ear.

Lauren nodded.

"Yes Sir." she replied. "I really enjoyed it; my situation or not."

I made a mental note not fuck her again for a while, if she was going to enjoy it that much. After all, my job was to make her life miserable, not pleasurable. I'd have to stick with her wonderful, toothless blowjobs for the next little bit, until I figured something else out. Stupid, horny bitch.

*

"Time for lunch, Miss Dangles." I informed her. "Looking at those floppy little boobs of yours has made me hungry for chicken nuggets, for some reason."

I cupped her tits in my hands and squeezed them firmly.

"Ah yes, I remember now... they look just like chicken nuggets! A little bigger maybe, but about the same thickness and shape. Damn, I'm hungry!"

I clipped the leash on Lauren and led her to the cafeteria, where we were deluged with looks from the other employees.

"Damn, I'd like a pet like that!" someone commented, as we stood in line.

Lauren blushed profusely at the remark, but managed to keep from crying this time. I ordered two portions of chicken nuggets, but Lauren declined any food, except some gelatin. I understood that it was still hard for her, this being her first full day and all.

I led her to an empty table and unclipped her leash. She sat across from me and tried to eat her gelatin, as the looks from dozens of employees upon her body made her more than a little uncomfortable.

Knowing that everyone was looking at us, I took two Maraschino cherries from Lauren's gelatin, and using a couple of toothpicks, fastened them to the ends of two of the round chicken nuggets. I then stood and held them against my chest, getting some grease stains on my shirt, but the thunderous round of applause made a future trip to the drycleaners worth it.

"Fuck yeah!" someone shouted. "That's them to a 'T!'"

Tears welled up in Lauren's eyes once again, and for the second time, I felt something in the pit of my stomach that was trying to counterfeit a pang of remorse.

*

Days rolled by, which turned into weeks, and then months. As the weather grew warmer, Lauren had traded her black trench coat for a white bathrobe; discarding it at the front desk as she arrived for work.

The novelty of watching her strip in the atrium every morning had faded for most, but a few loyal fans lined the balconies religiously, to watch her discard the bathrobe and expose her nude body.

I happened to be one of them, and I was there every morning to greet her and clip the leash to her clit ring.

One thing that several employees had noticed, however, was that Lauren's belly seemed to be developing a bump. I had only fucked her the one time, but it was enough. She had confessed to me after six weeks, that she was pregnant, hoping it would throw a scare into me, but it was part of my underlying plan.

With her obvious history of blatant public nudity, there was no way in Hell that a judge would find her fit to be a parent, and if she was dumb enough to try and take me to court in the first place, she'd probably end up under psychiatric observation. Lauren understood this, and accepted my child as part of her punishment. There was still much more that the little starlet still didn't understand, however. But soon enough, she would find out.

I was running out of ways to embarrass and humiliate my little pet, as she had grown almost comfortable walking around the building completely nude. The one thing that still bothered her though, were her tiny, teabag-like titties. I decided to seize upon that weakness and exploit it to the best of my ability.

"Good morning, Miss Dangles." I greeted her with a smile, as she exited the elevator. "I have a surprise for you, this morning."

Lauren's heart dropped, as the last time I had something for her, it was the tiara that she was still wearing on her head every day.

We entered my office, and Lauren was surprised to see a woman covered in tattoos, standing next to a reclining chair.

"What is this?" Lauren demanded.

"Teeth!" I barked.

Lauren looked demoralized and removed her teeth; setting them on my desk.

"What iv thif?" she inquired again.

"This is Angela," I explained, "and she is a tattoo artist."

Angela looked at Lauren's nude body hungrily, and licked her lips. Lauren sensed danger, and looked at me for support.

"Why iv fe here?" she asked fearfully.

"Oh for Christ's sake, put your fucking teeth back in your head." I ordered. "I can't understand a goddamned thing you're saying." 

Lauren put her dentures back in her mouth and repeated the question.

"Why is she here?"

"She's going to decorate you." I replied.

"What? Sir, no... I, I c-can't." Lauren stammered.

"You can, and you will." I stated calmly. "Otherwise, you're fired, and all the surveillance tapes hit the six o'clock news."

"What are you going to tattoo on me?" Lauren asked tensely. "I don't want to look all covered or sleeved out."

"Don't worry." I assured her. "Angela is going to enhance you, that's all."

"How?" Lauren inquired, her lower lip quivering in fear.

"Don't worry about it." I replied. "Just do it, or you're fired."

"No! Don't fire me, please!" Lauren begged. "I'll do it, whatever it is, I promise, Sir. I'll do whatever you want. You now that."

"Good girl." I said with a smile. "Now then, lay down in that chair and Angela will take good care of you."

Lauren reclined in the chair, and Angela took one of her saggy tits in her hand. She squeezed her boob several times, making facial expressions like she was testing some sort of rare element.

"I think I can ink it." she said to me, nodding in approval. 

She looked at Lauren and smiled.

"Hi Sweetie. Ever been inked before?"

"No." Lauren replied nervously. "Does it hurt?"

"Sort of." Angela answered. "It's kind of like being stung by a rubber band. It's not bad though. My titties are all tattooed; look."

Angela lifted her shirt and exposed her tits, which were covered in rose patterns. 

"Those are nice." I commented. "I love roses."

"Why don't you come over here and pick some?" she said mischievously.

"How about I wait until you're done with her, and then I just fertilize them?" I shot back.

Angela laughed heartily, as she pulled her top back down.

"Any time you want to fertilize these roses, Baby, you just let me know." she said lustfully. 

"Don't let it interfere with your work now." I cautioned. 

"It won't." she assured me. "Now, let me get to work."

Angela turned her needle on, and began engraving Lauren's tit. It took a few hours, but she finally finished.

Lauren sighed deeply.

"Thank God that's done!" she exclaimed.

"Yes." Angela replied. "Now, it's time for the other one."

Lauren paled.

"N-no..." she pleaded.

"Yup!" I said enthusiastically. "You're getting them both done. Oh, don't look so upset, Miss Dangles. This is getting you out of work all day."

Several hours later, Angela finished tattooing Lauren's tits and put her electric needle away.

"Here Sweetie." she said to Lauren. "You want to rub this stuff all over the ink until the scabs are gone, like this."

Angela took a glob of goo on her fingers and smeared it all over Lauren's left boob. She looked into Lauren's eyes, as her fingers kneaded her breast. 

"Feel good?" 

Lauren nodded.

"Soothing." she replied, ducking the subject.

"Well, if you ever want it to feel even better, you just ask your boss man how to reach me." Angela purred. 

"Let's put some gauze on those titties." I suggested. "I still want to water your roses."

Angela helped me cover Lauren's boobs with gauze.

"Now, keep them covered for at least two weeks." Angela instructed. "Smear this stuff on there once a day, and don't get them wet! No swimming, no baths; keep your shower off of them too."

"You're on call, Miss Dangles." I informed Lauren.

I put my arm around Angela and led her toward the door.

"Let me take you out to the country, where I can water your roses and whatever else you have on display." I suggested.

"Baby, you'd better fertilize more than just my roses." Angela responded. "I have a Tunnel of Love that is just begging for a good Roto-till."

After a few weeks, Lauren was finally allowed to remove the gauze from her tiny, little tits. 

I had arranged a special ceremony in the atrium, and it was a moment that would change her life forever. I had forbidden her to look at herself in the mirror while changing the gauze, so she had no idea what Angela had engraved into her floppy little tits.

The moment arrived, and I peeled the gauze and tape from her chest, exposing her droopy boobs to the zooming camera.

Cheers erupted from the live audience, and Lauren looked at me imploringly. I kindly handed her a small mirror, and she gazed at her reflection in the glass.

Lauren looked utterly defeated, as she stared at her boobs in the mirror. She turned to me and bowed her head.

"You've won." she said, with the crestfallen sound of a mortally-wounded ninja. "I give up."

Lauren continued to stare at her tattooed breasts, unable to accept what they had become, yet unable to stop staring at the same time.

Her tits had been tattooed a light brown, which in and of itself might not be that bad, except for the fact that a straight line had coursed across the tops. Above that, a string was etched into her chest, which led to a nickel-sized tab emblazoned with the word, "Nestea."

Yes, Laurens's droopy little tits had been tattooed to look like tea bags, and a round of applause filled the atrium.



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 05



"You've ruined my tits." Lauren wailed, as we returned to my office. "You've turned them into tiny little cartoon tits. Everyone is going to laugh at them now."

"Everyone's been laughing at them for several months, you stupid bitch." I said with a look of disgust. "Look, there were two options: teabags or chicken nuggets."

"You're mean!" Lauren screamed. "My tits are tiny, but I can't help it!"

"I suppose not," I acknowledged, "but right now I want you to put those tiny titties to work on my cock."

Lauren pushed her little saggers around my dick and began to stroke me with them. It wasn't long before I exploded all over her neck and face.

"Ah, a nice start to the day." I said with a smile. "Now, go wash up and get ready for work."





Lauren's Lesson Ch. 06



"You've completely humiliated me." Lauren said quietly.

"So, what else is new?" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"No, I mean it." she replied. "I came at least twenty times in front of the entire company, and you want me to do it every morning from here on out. I can't, Sir. I can't."

"You can and you will, or you're fired." I explained, rather bluntly.

"I can't."

"You can, and you will do it, or you will lose your car and your loft."

Lauren shook her head.

"No." she replied. "I don't know what I will do, but I can't do it this way any more." 

"So you quit?" I asked.

"I have to!" Lauren sobbed. "I can't go on like this anymore!"

"Good luck finding anyone else who will put up with your shit!" I observed. "Who wants your pathetic little titties either?"

Lauren remained silent.

"Your tits are pathetic!" I snarled. "They're fucking comical."

"I can't help that they are some ridiculously tiny things that no one wants to touch or suck except you!" Lauren cried.

I gazed at Lauren for a few moments; saying nothing, and letting her own words sink in.

"You said it." I finally replied. "No one else wants your pathetic little tits except me. When are you going to realize that you offer no one else but me, anything? 

"You can't cook. You're meaner than a black mamba, and your floppy little pancake tits have no place in our society."

Lauren stared at me for several minutes, but made no effort to challenge my accusation.

"I can't." she finally whispered, as she shook her head. "I can't. Oh Sir, you're the only one who's ever even groped me, let alone wanted to fuck me."

"Okay," I acknowledged, "I'll tell you what-"

"Please!" Lauren interrupted. "Please Sir, don't do this to me anymore! I can't take any more of this, I swear I can't!"

I gazed into Lauren's eyes for a few minutes before responding.

"On one condition." I finally answered.

"Whatever you want!" Lauren cried desperately. "Just tell me, please!"

"Okay," I replied, "I'll tell you what... I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."

"What?" Lauren inquired in desperation. "What is it that I need to do?"

I took a deep breath and cleared my mind of all previous hostilities, before I responded to her pleas.

"Miss Dangles," I began, "Several months ago, I would have nominated you for 'Cunt of the Year' and there would have been no objections. Do you disagree?"

"No Sir." Lauren replied. "I don't."

"Good girl." I congratulated her. "You understand that you were an absolute bitch; a fucking nasty cunt whose only job was to make everyone else's life miserable. You delighted in making everyone here feel like shit. Am I exaggerating?"

"No Sir." she replied.

I nodded in agreement.

"Miss Dangles," I said with a deep sigh, "It has been my job over the past few months, to humiliate you to the point of quitting. In fact, I was promised fifty thousand dollars, if I could get you to quit your job."

Lauren stared at me in utter disbelief.

"Is, is that why you've been so mean to me?" she inquired.

"Partly." I replied. 

Lauren stared at me for almost three minutes, waiting for an additional explanation; an explanation that I was not about to offer until she took the next step.

"What is the rest?" Lauren finally asked. "Please Sir; just tell me so that I can get on with the rest of my life."

"You're such a cunt!" I exclaimed.

"I don't mean to be." Lauren replied. "Really Sir; I don't mean to be. I just..."

Her words trailed off, and I waited for her to continue.

I waited impatiently for almost a full minute, before responding.

"You just what?" I demanded. 

Lauren dropped her head and stared at the floor. After a few minutes, I knew that this angle was not producing the results I desired. A sudden thought invaded my head, and I relayed its content in my next question.

"Were you molested?" I asked gently.

Lauren didn't answer, but instead, burst into tears. At this point, I began to understand the basis for her personality. I still hated her for what she had done to all of us, yet at the same time, I felt a deep sympathy for her.

"Were you?" I repeated.

For some reason I held my arms out, and Lauren responded by clutching my embrace. We hugged for several minutes, as Lauren sobbed profusely. I began to understand her situation, and I stroked her hair soothingly.

"It's okay." I whispered reassuringly. 

"It's not!" Lauren burst out. "It's not enough that he did that to me, but you have to humiliate me like this on top of it. I was just trying to be strong. I was just trying to be a strong woman and you have taken that from me. 

"You've made me feel like a piece of meat, Sir. I was only trying to regain some of my self esteem. I just wanted to be respected."

My heart fell, and I took a deep breath. All of this time, I was punishing her for being a bitch, when in reality, all she was doing was fighting back to regain her sense of sensibility in an otherwise insane world. 

Suddenly, I felt horrible; like I had been kicked in the stomach. I took another deep breath and placed my hands on either side of her face. Lauren closed her eyes and smiled almost imperceptibly.

At that moment, it was proven to me that all she wanted was genuine affection. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, and as she opened her eyes, I continued.

"I've tried." I whispered in her ear. "I've tried so hard to put you in your place. I didn't know, Lauren. I had no idea that your then was our now."

"I know." Lauren replied. "It's not your fault. I was such a bitch, I know that now."

"But why?" I implored. "Why did you have to be such a cunt all the time?"

"I don't know!" Lauren burst out. "I just hated everyone! I hated you and I hated myself!"

"Do you still?" I asked gently.

Lauren shook her head.

"No Sir; no I don't. I can't. I was so mean and hateful to you, yet you still treat me like a person. No one has ever treated me like a person before."

"I treated you like a whore," I replied, "because you acted like one. Now that you have shown me respect and gratitude, I am willing to show you how to behave in a civilized society."

"I want to learn." Lauren said desperately. "I want to know what it will take, to be with someone."

"What about me?" I inquired.

"Oh Sir, I have already been with you!" Lauren cried. "My belly is so big."

My face softened. I knew at this point, that Lauren's baby was mine, and that the time for fun was over.

"You have two options." I said sternly. "You can either bear this baby as a single mother, or you can be my wife."

Lauren looked at me like a deer in headlights for several seconds.

"What?" she finally blurted out.

"You heard me." I replied. "This is my final offer, so you'd better listen up."

Lauren nodded.

"I accept." she stated. "This is your baby and I am yours as well."

I stared at Lauren for a few minutes before continuing.

"You hate this, don't you?" I inquired.

"You know I do!" Lauren burst out.

"Then help me to help you." I offered. 

"How?" Lauren ventured.

"Marry me." I replied.

"What?!" Lauren screamed. "No! No way! You're mean!"

I paused for a few seconds, and then placed my hands on Lauren's shoulders.

"No." I responded. "No Miss Newell, I am not mean. I'm no meaner than you are."

"You are!" Lauren cried desperately. "You want to make me a whore."

Lauren began to cry once again, and I intervened.

"I'm not mean," I continued. "I love you Miss Newell, and I hate what I have to do to you all the time."

"What?" Lauren exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face.

"I love you!" I replied.

There was a slight pause, and then Lauren spoke up.

"I love you too."

We stared at one another for almost ten minutes, before I finally spoke.

"I can offer you something else, too." I ventured.

"What?" Lauren inquired.

"Your belly." I replied. "I love your pregnant belly. I want to fuck your pregnant belly and cum in your cunt."

"Really?" Lauren inquired. "You're not just saying that?"

"I mean it." I admitted. "You are so fucking hot. I can't wait until you start milking."

Lauren blushed, but this time it was in pride, not humiliation.

"Take your clothes off, Sir, so that I can ride you."

I gladly stripped, and Lauren mounted me; guiding my cock into her slippery cunt. I sighed as she lowered herself onto my dick and began to slowly move up and down. As the minutes passed, I played with her floppy little tits and ran my hands over her pregnant belly. 

"Lauren..." I gasped.

"Yes Sir?"

"I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum in your hot little cunt, Lauren."

"Oh yes Sir! Fuck me! Fuck me and cum in my cunt Sir!"

"Lauren!" I panted. "I'm going to cum! Oh God, Baby... I'm cumming in your cunt! I'm cumming in your pregnant belly, you fucking whore..."

My voice trailed off, as I squirted spurt after spurt of sperm into her cunt.

"Oh my god, you little fucking whore!" I gasped. "Holy shit! You are such a fucking little whore!"

Lauren moaned as her own orgasm crested, and I could feel her hot juices spraying all over my cock as she came in response to my ejaculation. 

"Oh Sir!" she cried. "Yes! Yes, I will marry you! I don't even care about being nude anymore."

"You don't?" I inquired.

"No! Just fuck me like this all the time, and I promise I will be a good little whore."

I smiled at the news. Everything I had wanted and more had just fallen into place. Not only was Lauren going to be my whore, she was gladly going to be my whore, and be the mother of my children as well. On top of that, she would do it all out of gratitude.

"Will you marry me then?" I inquired.

"Yes Sir! Oh, yes Sir! I will marry you and have your children, and I will be grateful to you for allowing me to be your whore."

Lauren and I embraced; kissing passionately, as my cum ran out from between her legs.

"I love you." I whispered in her ear.

"I love you too." she whispered back.

"We'll have the ceremony here, okay?" I suggested.

"Yes Sir." she replied. "And I will marry you in the nude. That's what you want, isn't it, to have me on the altar totally nude?"

I nodded in reply.

"Yes, I want you stripped completely nude; except for the veil. I want my little whore fully nude in front of everyone. 

"I want the world to see your bare body, and I want you to give yourself to me in that ceremony."

Lauren looked at me for a few seconds, before replying.

"And this will end my employment here?" she implored.

"As long as you are my wife." I replied. "If that ever ends, your contract will be reinstated immediately."

Lauren swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes Sir." she said quietly. "I understand. I will marry you and I will be a good little whore to you. I promise."

"Good girl." I replied with a smile. "Now, you know what I want, don't you?"

"Yes Sir." Lauren answered respectfully, as she removed her teeth. 

I sighed blissfully, as her mouth engulfed my cock and her gums slid up and down the length of my shaft.

"Oh Baby," I moaned, as I ejaculated in her mouth, "You are the best. I love you so much."



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 07



The big day finally arrived, and everyone in the company was just as anxious as I was; perhaps even more.

This was the day, after all, when Lauren would expose herself in public for the last time. Everyone expected something spectacular, and despite my love for the bitch, I didn't want to let everyone else down.

It was in that context, that I decided that everyone in the wedding party would be nude, and all attendees would have the option to remove their clothes if they so wished. It was also announced, for that very reason, that this was to be 21+ only ceremony.

The wedding would be held in the vestibule, minus the cameras, while the reception would take place outside; among the many acres of maples and grass. Angela - as it turned out - was legally ordained, and had eagerly accepted the opportunity to hold our wedding ceremony in the nude.

So there I stood, naked as a jaybird myself; staring at Angela's tattooed body. It was all I could do, to keep myself from sporting a woody as my gaze focused on her fabulously tattooed tits and cunt.

Slowly, one by one, the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle and lined up opposite me; their attractive bushes beckoning my cock to rise to the occasion. This was the last straw, and I could feel my cock hardening, as Lauren began her nude walk down the aisle. By the time she arrived on-stage, my dick was hopelessly erect and sticking straight out.

Lauren was wearing nothing but her veil, not even her gloves or heels this time. She was totally nude and barefoot, and had even removed her clit ring for the special occasion. 

At eight months pregnant, her belly really stood out; round and beautiful. Her once tiny tits had even enlarged a bit, but in a unique way. It was obvious that Lauren suffered from two breast maladies: tuberous tits and ptosis, or sagging of the breasts. This unique combination was what had created her small, constricted and dangling teabag-like tits. 

Those same tits were now filling with milk and swelling in size, but due to the constriction of tissue around the sides, had no other option than to simply round out and grow longer. They were still two inches across, but were cylindrical in shape and almost six inches long, making them resemble a pair of Italian sausages that hung on either side of her swollen belly. 

In addition, her areolas had puffed out and darkened slightly, and her two pudgy nipples looked more like breakfast sausages. They had become what many people refer to as banana boobs, due to their shape and length, as well as the nipples resembling the stalk at the at of the banana.

Angela involuntarily sucked in her breath at sight of my gorgeous bride and licked her lips slightly.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to witness the holy matrimony between Jack and Lauren." she began. "And I can see why Lauren loves Jack so much!"

A burst of laughter broke out, and Angela continued.

"And I can also see why Jack loves Lauren so much. Lauren has the absolute softest titties I have ever had the pleasure of squeezing." she explained.

Angela reached out and cupped Lauren's tits in her hands, and then fondled them vigorously. 

"It has long been my dream, to be nude in public, and Jack allowed that fantasy to come true a few months back. For that I am forever grateful, and it is therefore, not only my dream - but my debt - to conduct this wedding completely nude myself, and to attend the reception, also in the nude.

"I hope that you will all join us in this special ceremony, by removing your clothing and feeling the freedom of a clothes-free lifestyle yourselves. For most of you, this will be the only opportunity you will ever have to be nude in public, so I urge you to take advantage of it."

There were a few murmurs of agreement, and several employees began removing their clothes as well, casting them aside and focusing their gaze upon us. This caused more and more of the guests to join in, and finally all of those in attendance - except for two prudish biddies in their mid fifties - were undressed. Even the president of the corporation who had paid me to get Lauren to quit, the widowed Mrs. Caine, was nude.

Angela pointed to the Sybian that was positioned in front of me. Lauren nodded, and obediently dropped herself onto it. At that point, I moved forward and clipped a set of wires to Angela's labia rings. We were about to proceed with the most unusual wedding in history.

Angela had begged me to hook her up to the same vaginal electrocution that Lauren had experienced, and I was only too happy to oblige her request. As Angela resumed speaking, electrical current was sent to both her labia and the Sybian.

"Lauren, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Lauren smiled and sighed blissfully through her nose, at the sensation of the Sybian coursing through her loins.

"Mmm, oh yes I do." she replied dreamily.

Charlie turned up the voltage to Angela's cunt, and she responded immediately.

"And do you Jack, take this incredibly sexy, knocked-up bitch to be your lawfully wedded whore?"

I nodded in reply.

"I do."

"Oh shit yesssss... God, this feels good. No wonder you came from it. Then Lauren, show everyone here why Jack really loves you so much."

Lauren was moaning in ecstasy from the Sybian and nodded as well. To everyone's shock, she removed her teeth and handed them to Angela. I stepped in front of her and caressed her head as she began to fellate me in front of everyone. 

A chorus of "ohh's" went up from the crowd as Lauren gummed me. I was vaguely aware of many couples in the audience engaging in their own sexual escapades, while my two favorite whores managed my own needs.

Angela moved behind Lauren and squeezed her tits, as my little bride sucked my cock. Soon, the three of us were moaning in pleasure from our separate stimulations, and Lauren began to shriek through her nose as she erupted into orgasm from the Sybian. I fondled one of her dangling boobs and Angela the other, as her own cunt shocks sent her into a frenzied orgasm. As both women shrieked in ecstasy, I ejaculated into Lauren's toothless mouth with a loud groan of pleasure.

The three of us collapsed onto the floor, and Angela weakly muttered into the mic: "I now pronounce you, 'Man and Whore.'"

A thundering round of applause echoed throughout the cavernous foyer as I slowly dragged myself to the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I panted, "We will now exit outside and into the grounds, for our reception. I hope you enjoyed the vows."

*

The reception was being held outside, on the extensive grounds of the company, and several games had been set up; including horseshoes, badminton and tetherball, although recent rains had turned the tetherball area into a soupy sea of mud.

Lauren and I stood by the gift table, as the guests streamed by. The two old biddies had departed in embarrassment, leaving the remaining guests devoid of clothing. Mrs. Caine paused as she passed us, and smiled.

"You two are made for each other." she said with a sly smile. "You really pulled one over on me, Jack."

"Huh?" I inquired.

"You get her to quit and then marry you on top of it? You get your bonus from me, and then a boner from her. 

"Congratulations, you have managed to get your cake and eat it too. I've got to hand it to you, Jack; you have succeeded in taking this company to new heights, while retaining an air of professionalism. 

"No one else could have sported a company whore – let alone exhibited her in the nude – and increased our revenues by 150%. The only problem is that you fell in love with her. Where are we going to get a replacement?"

"Well," I replied carefully, "You asked me to get my dangly little whore to quit, despite the fact that she was adding business that had never before been tapped into."

"I didn't know what she was worth!" Mrs. Caine burst out. "I wanted her out for being such an exhibitionist, but now it seems that she actually added to our value!"

"Indeed she has," I responded coolly, "but we both agreed to your terms, and she really doesn't want to be on display anymore."

"But what will we do?" Mrs. Caine cried out. "We've gotten new clients based on our whole company whore image."

"I have an idea," I replied, "what if I gave you someone even sluttier than Lauren; that actually enjoyed being nude and humiliated in public?"

"I'd give you another 50 grand!" she burst out.

I nodded in agreement.

"Good." I replied. "Please keep your eye on the cake table. I suspect that very soon, you will see your new toy displayed as the actual wedding cake."

"What?" Mrs. Caine inquired.

"Very soon, the tattooed slut that married us will be splayed out on the cake table, and the wedding cake itself, will be mashed all over her nude body. The guests will be encouraged to lick it off of her, and one special guest of honor will be allowed to lick the frosting from her cunt. Would you like to be that special guest, Mrs. Caine?"

The old lady stared at me for several seconds, and my gaze traveled down to her saggy tits. She had to be close to 80, and her tits were little more than skinny, shriveled sacs that dangled to her navel. 

Her nipples seemed to be hardening, and she caught me looking at them. She reached out and grabbed my cock firmly, and whispered in my ear.

"Not in public Jack," she whispered, "but yes, I want to do that sometime, and I want you there, okay?"

I nodded in reply and fondled one of her saggy tits, then winked at her.

"Come on, let's make the most of this wonderful day."

Mrs. Caine rolled her eyes dramatically and responded, "Won't you be my neighbor?"

I laughed, and put my arm around her waist as I escorted her to the hors d'oeuvres table. Lauren was waiting patiently for us, and had since discarded her veil, leaving her completely nude. She was smiling, and totally enjoying herself. 

"Hello, Mrs. Caine." she greeted our boss. "Thank you for coming."

"Oh, I wouldn't have missed this for the world, Lauren." Mrs. Caine replied. "I haven't felt this carefree since I was a teenager.

"How in the world I let things go this far escapes me at the moment, but I'm glad that I did. You two have spiced this company's business up in ways I could have never envisioned."

I glanced at the cake table and smiled at Mrs. Caine.

"It looks like things are about to spice up a wee bit more." I replied.

Angela was lying on the table; a pillow under her head, and had literally become the wedding cake. The caterer had left one small tier of the cake on the platter, but the rest was placed on Angela's belly, and she had been slathered from head to toe in delicious creams. 

I was ready to add cream of my own, but kept my libido in check. There was plenty of time for Angela in the future, but at the moment I had someone else in mind for my next orgasm.

I stepped up to the mic and addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I began, "I want to thank you all for attending our wedding. 

"As you can see, this is a very relaxed event, so please help yourselves to food and cake. Speaking of cake, please meet our human wedding cake and priestess, Angela."

A round of applause went up, and Angela smiled wickedly.

"Angela will be taking Lauren's place, now that she's gotten herself knocked up and married, so please take a few minutes to introduce yourselves to her, as you have some of her cake and eat her too.

"This is of course, an adult event, and we encourage all of you to take this opportunity to indulge yourselves; literally. If you've ever wanted to fuck someone in the office, today is the day to let them know.

"Mrs. Caine has a few words that she would like to address you on, as well."

The old lady somehow managed to avoid tripping on her own tits as she stepped up to the mic, and smiled at the crowd.

"Hello everyone!" she addressed the guests enthusiastically. "I want to take the opportunity to let you all know that Casual Fridays will now take on an entirely new - or should I say, nude - meaning."

Excited murmurs stirred through the crowd, and Mrs. Caine continued.

"From here on out, Fridays will be clothing optional for all employees."

Everyone began clapping, and Mrs. Caine continued: "I think everyone will agree that Jack has taken this company in a direction unlike any other."

More applause ensued and Mrs. Caine nodded encouragingly.

"As the times progress, we need to stay ahead of the curve. More and more people in America are looking at the European views on nudity as a positive thing, and I want us to be the first company in this country – if not the world – to offer this option to its employees.

"I assure you, I will be a charter member of that club. Next Friday, I will attend work exactly as I am dressed now. It is my hope, that all of you here today will do the same. If not, that is completely understandable, but I want you all to know that as the proponent of this bold new step, I will also be part of it myself."

A thunderous round of applause followed, and Mrs. Caine actually bowed to the crowd. I smiled and took the mic back.

"I have one final order for Lauren." I stated.

The crowd fell silent and looked at me expectantly, as Lauren looked at me imploringly. She honestly thought that when we exchanged vows she was off the hook, but I had one final lesson for my little whore.

"Walk over to the tetherball." I instructed.

Lauren nodded, and began walking toward the muddy mess. As she stepped into the gooey mud, she sank into the ooze up to her knees. Lauren floundered and fell forward into the sticky mud.

"Roll around!" I hollered. "Wallow around, like the pregnant sow you are!"

Lauren began rolling around in the mud, coating her entire body with thick, red clay. When she emerged, her nude body was completely covered in sticky clay mud; even her hair was caked in the gooey mess.

"Here, Piggy-Piggy!" I called.

Lauren approached me, and looked at me for her next set of instructions.

"On your knees!" I growled.

Lauren dropped to her knees, expecting me to thrust my cock in her face, but this time I had a surprise for her.

"Take your teeth out."

Lauren complied, and handed them to me. I looked the crowd over, and what I said next, chilled her to the bone.

"Anyone who wants a gum job, line up here!" I hollered.

Lauren looked at me in horror, as no less than twenty guys lined up to get their cocks sucked by my toothless whore of a wife. 

I motioned to Brenda, the cleaning lady who had been part of the original plan, to come over to me. She was about twenty-seven years old, with long, dark brown hair and heavily-muscled thighs. In addition, her tits were still very firm and torpedo-like, sticking out from her chest like twin headlights.

I laid Brenda onto one of the tables and slid my cock into her cunt in complete view of Lauren, as Frank - the head of security - thrust his dick in my wife's face. Brenda moaned in pleasure as I fucked her in front of my wife, and I looked Lauren straight in the eye as Frank shot a load of sperm down her throat.

"Oh Miss Dangles." I moaned, as I came in Brenda's tight, young cunt. "Did you really think it was going to be over?"





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I had never before, felt so proud of someone else in my entire life, until the moment I placed my arm around my wife's bare waist and escorted her to our dinner table. I could feel the eyes of the other passengers upon us, but I no longer cared. 

She was beautiful, she was pregnant, she was fully nude except for her heels, and most importantly of all, she was my wife.

My wife! This woman was the mother of my unborn child, and at this moment, I realized how much she meant to me. I loved her dearly, and there was nothing that would ever stand in the way of that again.

The camera crew was trailing behind us, and I realized something was up. This wasn't for a video diary or even a travel promotion. They wouldn't keep the cameras rolling for that. My thoughts were interrupted, however, by our host.

"Your table, Monsieur et Madame." the maître d' stated with a wave of his hand.

"Merci beaucoup." I replied.

I pulled a chair out, and Lauren sat down. I then pushed it into place under the table and waited patiently, for our server to arrive.

Within minutes, the captain - not our server - arrived at the table.

"Good evening." he said pleasantly. "I'm Captain Yärrells. I understand that there may have been a misunderstanding in our rules regarding dinner etiquette."

"Perhaps." I replied. "My wife lost all of her clothes, thanks to the airline. Everything that is, except for her sundress, a pair of tennies and her very formal Gucci heels, which she is of course, still wearing, due to your insipid dress code."

"I am very sorry for this most embarrassing inconvenience." Captain Yärrells apologized. "I would be most honored if you two would please join me at my table for dinner."

"Are her heels acceptable?" I inquired. "We don't want to be underdressed or anything."

"They are," the captain acknowledged, "as are every other part of her. Please feel free to explore the ship however you wish. We are now beyond the three mile limit, so any previous technicalities no longer apply. 

"Please accept my most sincere apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Horner. I have spoken with the crew, and ironed out some potential problems for future situations, should this ever happen again."

"They weren't very potential when they affected us." I snapped. "My wife has been through hell today with strip searches and lost clothes, and then, just when she feels human again, your boy tells her that her dress – the only clothing that she has left, mind you – isn't fit for her to eat dinner in."

"I'm very sorry" the captain stated. "Please let me try and make up for this inconvenience. Please join me at my table for dinner."

I nodded, and Lauren and I followed the captain back to his table. It was of course an honor, to be invited to the Captain's Table for dinner; an honor typically reserved for actors, dignitaries and the like, so we were rather flattered at the invitation.

Captain Yärrells motioned for Lauren to be seated, and he pushed her chair up to the table. I seated myself and glanced around the dining area. 

What seemed like a thousand faces, but were probably closer to 250, were staring at us, as well as the camera crew that followed us and another that was already set up at the other end of the restaurant. I was a little annoyed at all the attention we were receiving; especially the cameras.

"Is there any way that I can make up for this situation?" Captain Yärrells inquired, as the server placed napkins in our laps. 

"Well," I replied, "we have a steward named Raj-"

"What has he done?" the captain asked, throwing his hands in the air. "I will fix this. Is it Raj Patel or Raj Kamat?"

"I'm not certain." I replied. "But I don't have a complaint against him."

"No?" 

The captain seemed relieved.

"No. This Raj, whichever one he is, was very helpful and I'd like to help him out. You see, he likes bread pudding, but he says that there's never any left after meals. I'd like to see to it that he can get some. Would it be a problem to set aside for him each morning?"

"Not at all!" Captain Yärrells exclaimed. "Raj Patel is the one who likes bread pudding, and I will make certain that he gets a dish of it every morning from now on."

"Thank you." I said with a smile.

"Oh not at all!" the captain replied enthusiastically. "Not at all!"

I was beginning to wonder why we were getting the royal treatment for an issue that was really more of a technicality than anything else, when the captain continued.

"It's not every day that we get celebrities like you and Miss Dangles here, on our boat-"

"Miss Dangles?!" I exploded.

"Umm, yes... well that's what you call her is it not?" Captain Yärrells stammered. "I mean... the videos-"

"Videos?!" I burst out. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You and your wife, especially your wife, are veritable Internet sensations, at least here in the Caribbean." the captain explained. "You didn't know?"

Lauren and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

"No." I replied with a slightly annoyed tone to my voice. "Suppose you clue us both in?"

The captain seemed very uncomfortable as he continued.

"The 'Miss Dangles' series is quite the rage here in the Islands." he responded nervously. "They-"

"Series?" I echoed. "What the hell are you talking about now?" 

"Apparently, the videos that were taken of her public speaking seminars have gone viral." he explained. 

"Public speaking seminars?" Lauren repeated. "Oh my god!"

"Yes." the captain said politely. "Very cleverly done. It was quite an original idea for porn. The whole concept has really taken off. They even hold Little Miss Dangles orgasm contests on some of the islands now. It's the newest tourist attraction; especially at the nude resorts."

I slapped my palm against my forehead in shock and dismay.

"You are so in trouble, Sir!" Lauren said to me sternly. "I am very angry with you right now."

"No wonder that woman gave you her card!" I exclaimed. "She must have recognized..."

My voice trailed off and Lauren looked at me quizzically.

"...your ink." I finished.

"Oh, that's another big thing now." Captain Yärrells offered. "They do tea bag airbrushing. Most women don't have the tits for it though. See, that's the key to winning those contests. Only the women with the tiniest, floppiest..."

He paused for a moment and looked at me.

"I'm not helping am I?"

I shook my head in reply.

"No, you're not." 

There was an uncomfortable silence as I tried to figure a way out of this. Right now, the odds of me receiving any further gum jobs on this trip weren't looking so good.

"What would happen if she made cameo appearances at some of those resorts?" I inquired. "Autograph sessions, photo ops; that sort of thing?"

Captain Yärrells reflected for a few moments and shrugged his shoulders. 

"I dunno," he replied, "but I'll bet you could make a lot of money, I suppose. She's a golden goose in these parts right now, and you have the perfect opportunity to take advantage of it."

"How so?" I inquired.

"Perhaps you noticed the cameras?"

"Yes." I responded. "They were in the mezzanine when we boarded, by the entrance to the restaurant and they seem to be following us. What's all this about?"

"They're shooting a movie." Captain Yärrells explained. "It's called, 'Love Boat, the Motion Picture.' Different cast than the TV show of course, but it's hitting the Big Screen now."

He motioned down the length of the table, and Lauren and I were stunned to see several faces that we recognized from television and movies.

"Oh, this just gets better and better." I retorted. "You do know that they can't use any of this footage unless we sign a waiver, right?"

"You already did."

"What?" Lauren burst out. "When?"

"When you bought the tickets." the captain responded. "You didn't see it?"

"No." I replied. "It was 3:00 AM and I'd been up for 22 hours. I didn't notice much of anything except the pricing and destinations."

"So you really had no idea the camera crews were onboard?" Captain Yärrells asked in a shocked voice. "You mean this isn't part of a publicity stunt? Holy shit!"

"No," I said slowly, "but I'm beginning to think that it could be."

I turned to Lauren.

"It seems that we – well, mostly you – are already quite the item online." I began. "This can put you on the Silver Screen, and if I can get in touch with that Kitty Cutler chick that gave you her card on the plane, maybe she can set some appearances up while we're in the Islands."

"Yoo-hoo!" a female voice called from the end of the table.

I turned to my left, and was surprised to see that very same publicist sitting at the far end of the table, waving at us.

"I also represent about half of the actors on this set." Kitty said with a smile. "I'd love to add you two, especially your talented and unabashed wife."

"What do you think?" I asked Lauren. 

"If you think it's the right thing to do, then we'll do it Sir. I'm still your whore. You can always tell me what to do. You don't need my permission."

"You've got it." I said to Kitty. "Start setting things up. Just remember, you may be her agent, but I'm still her manager. Run everything past me first."

"You've got it too, Sweetie." Kitty cooed. "Stop by my cabin sometime, so that we can discuss the details, okay?"

I turned back to Captain Yärrells.

"Can you make some sort of an 'official' proclamation?" I inquired.

"I don't see why not." the captain replied. "I can perform marriages, I have the power of arrest and I can conduct funeral services. For all intents and purposes, I am the law of this vessel."

"Well," I replied, "my wife boarded this ship wearing what can only be described as an illegal dress. It was discovered while she attempted to enter this dining hall. I want you to seize that dress and destroy it. Furthermore, I want you to ban her from wearing clothing of any sort while she is onboard this ship."

Captain Yärrells nodded. 

"Miss Dangles, I formally and officially, forbid you to wear clothing of any sort, while onboard this ship or while disembarking or embarking." he stated. "You are to remain completely nude at all times, whenever you are on this boat, with the exception of your shoes. If you wish to visit ports of call, you will do so in the nude. Once this cruise is over, you will also leave this ship devoid of clothing of any sort. Do you understand your sentence?"

Lauren looked him directly in the eye and nodded.

"Yes."

"I then declare this proclamation to official and enforceable by the law of the Seas; sentence to be carried out immediately."

My wife smiled at me warmly. 

"Sir, I love you so much." She gushed.

Dinner arrived shortly afterwards, and we had an amazingly enjoyable time, considering all that had occurred over the past twelve hours. We were introduced to the actors and actresses, as well as the director, producers and several other members of the production company. To my astonishment, many of those present already knew who we were, and a couple of them were actually fans of Lauren's.

The other passengers slowly went back to their own routines and by the time we had finished dessert, most were paying little attention to Lauren at all. We decided to stroll along the upper deck and watch the sun set over the open ocean, and several other members of the production decided to tag along, as well as an entire film crew, of course.

The last part would be part of our every waking moment, except for what went on in our cabin. We would have to learn to treat this cruise like a reality show, until the screenwriter could hastily write us into the script. If that became too difficult, then Lauren and I would become the focus of the "celebrity guest" roles playing ourselves; just like old times from the series. In that event, our daily routine would indeed become reality; woven into the script that was already in place.

We gazed over the railing at the ocean zipping by at 23 knots, and then into the setting sun. It was very romantic, and the wind blowing over Lauren's nude body was really turning her on.

"Sir," she gasped, "I think it's going to happen."

I snapped my fingers at the production assistant, since neither the director nor assistant director were present, and he immediately sprang into action.

"Line her up as a silhouette against the sun!" he barked. "Get as far back as you can, and get a full-frame telephoto shot. And run the cameras on high speed too. I want this as a slow motion action scene!"

Lauren began groaning in pleasure as the wind danced across her clit, causing the ring to vibrate.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "Here it comes! Here it comes!"

Her head wobbled in circles, and she gripped the railing tightly. 

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, as her orgasm crested, sending jets of liquid spurting from her cunt.

The high velocity of her orgasm collided with the stiff wind, and turned each spurt into a misty cloud of cum that enveloped her body. Lauren collapsed into my arms, and I helped her over to one of the deck chairs to sit down and collect her wits. Her entire body was covered in tiny droplets of moisture and she was panting heavily.

"Dude, c'mere and look at this!" the PA hollered at me several minutes later.

He was reviewing the footage and gave me a thumbs-up as I approached him. He turned the camera so that I could see the screen and nodded.

"Check this shit out!" 

I watched the built-in monitor intently, as the scene unfolded in slow motion. Lauren's nude, pregnant body was completely silhouetted against the large orangey sun, and both her body and the huge sun filled the screen completely. Jets of cum, also silhouetted, erupted from her cunt and atomized in slow motion; turning into a gray fog that completely engulfed her and slowly drifted off camera.

"That's a fucking money shot there!" the PA exclaimed excitedly. 

I nodded. There were also a few extra squirts that I had picked up on, but had somehow been missed by everyone else. I decided to keep quiet for now.

"You did well." I complimented him. "That was a hell of a shot. Too bad this movie is rated PG."

"Shit!" the PA burst out. "They did change the rating to R once we started filming your wife, but this still won't pass the MPAA, even as a hard R. That shot was X all the way!"

"Maybe you can have two releases." I suggested. "One R and one X. Call the X rated version 'The Lust Boat.'"

"Dude, you're a fucking genius! I'll run it past Mr. Silverstein tonight. When he sees that shot, I think he'll agree with me-"

"With us." I corrected.

The PA took a deep breath and nodded.

"With us." he agreed. "Partners then?"

He stuck his hand out and I shook it.

"I'm Clyde, by the way." he introduced himself. 

"Nice to meet you, Clyde." I replied. "Partners."

"There's a lot of stuff on the Net that we'll have to compete with." Clyde observed. "You've done so much to her already. Can you come up with enough new ideas to sell a DVD?"

As if on cue, my wife's voice called out.

"Sir," Lauren wailed, "I'm all sticky."

Clyde and I looked at each other and spoke simultaneously:

"Pool!"



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"I guess this puts a crimp in our plans, now?" I inquired of Kitty, as Lauren was admitted to the ship's infirmary.

"Not at all!" she exclaimed. 

As if on cue, two camera crews arrived, and Kitty pointed.

"Get in there and film it." she instructed. "I want multiple angles, and I want one right up her cunt when that kid pops out, got it?"

"Are you serious?" I demanded.

"Jack," Kitty said soothingly, "try and relax. This scene could be worth millions in royalties."

"Millions?" I echoed doubtfully.

"Have you ever heard of orgasmic childbirth?" Kitty asked.

"No." I admitted. "What is it?"

"It's when a woman cums during the birthing process." Kitty explained. "It was discovered accidentally as an occasional natural occurrence, and then someone got the bright idea to induce it on purpose. It replaces pain with pleasure, and makes the whole ordeal gratifying.

"Imagine the joy of bringing a child into this world while experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm at the same time. We want that look on her face, Jack. We want that look, we want that sound, and we want that money shot. Yes or no?"

"Go for it." I responded.

"Then get in there with a vibrator." Kitty instructed. "She's liable to drop that thing at any minute."

One of the nurses returned with a monster vibrator with a huge head on it. Kitty nodded her approval.

"Put that on her clit and make her cum!"

The nurse moved in and pressed the vibrator against Lauren's clit. My wife sighed blissfully, as the nurse continued the pressure.

"Does that feel good?" the nurse inquired.

Lauren nodded and smiled.

"Yes." she replied. "Pleasure with the pain. I love it."

Kitty motioned for the cameraman to move in.

"Get that look on her face." Kitty instructed. "I want screams of joy along with the pain."

The nurse continued her vibrating masturbation on my wife's clit, and Lauren moaned in pleasure. Droplets of white liquid appeared on her nipples, and slowly dripped off. 

"Oh, it feels so good!" Lauren gushed. "I never knew that having a baby could feel so good."

The droplets of milk on her nipples began dripping faster and faster, until they turned into solid streams that arced high into the air. The nurse pressed the vibrator even tighter on Lauren's clit, and she began squirming in sheer ecstasy. 

"I'm going to cum!" Lauren shrieked. 

"The baby's coming too!" the nurse called out.

Milk streamed from Lauren's nipples, shooting jets of creamy white liquid all over the bed, as her body convulsed in multiple orgasms.

"Oh God, it hurts so good!" she screamed, as the baby's head emerged from her enlarged cunt.

"Are you getting this?! Kitty hollered, as the nurse backed away.

A steady stream of white liquid shot out of Lauren's cunt as the baby popped out.

"Oh God!" Lauren screamed again. "Oh God, this hurts so fucking good!"

The doctor took the baby, and the nurse moved back in, placing the vibrator against my whore of a wife's cunt. Lauren continued to climax time and again, spraying her cum all over the bed, as jets of milk continued to erupt from her nipples like twin geysers. 

After several minutes, Lauren's orgasms subsided; as did the milk showers from her nipples, which left her breathless and panting.

"Oh Sir," she gasped, "it felt so good. My cunt is so sore, but it still felt so good! I never though childbirth could feel so good!"

I looked at Kitty.

"You got all of this?" I asked.

"Hell fucking yeah!" Kitty shouted enthusiastically. "We got it all on cam! Once this goes out, every woman in the civilized world is going to want to give birth like this. Son of a bitch Lauren, you soaked the fucking sheets with milk and cum!"

I smiled, as I looked directly into the camera.

"That's my whore!"

"Congratulations, Jack!" the doctor said with a grin, as he approached me with a bundled up newborn. "You've got a junior on your hands."

"Jack Jr.!" I repeated enthusiastically. 

"Don't even think about it!" Lauren moaned. "We are not calling our son, JJ!"

"How about, 'Lucky' then?" I inquired.

"Huh?"

"Have you forgotten about what we were discussing when this whole thing started? He's two minutes old and he's already on his way to becoming a millionaire."

Lauren sighed.

"Junior's fine. Where's Kitty?"

"Right here. We got the whole thing on video. It was incredible, Lauren. The look on your face, and that squirting orgasm that fogged the camera just as the baby came out. It was priceless."

"Not priceless." Lauren responded. 

Kitty paled.

"What do you mean?"

Lauren took a deep breath and replied.

"I mean, Kitty, that there is nothing in this world that can come close to equaling the value of bringing a child into this world."

Kitty gulped, and my heart raced as my wife continued.

"How can you put a price on a new life?"

There was an uncomfortable silence and Kitty finally answered.

"You can't."

"Exactly." Lauren replied. "Which is why I have decided to..."

My heart sank and Kitty looked dejected, as we waited for the rest of Lauren's answer.

"...let you know that you'd better have an audience ready in two weeks. Psych! This was fucking incredible. To induce an orgasm while birthing my son was brilliant."

Lauren looked at me intently.

"You'd better be glad my cunt is sore right now." she informed me. "Because when it feels better, you are going to fuck me until I bleed or you do; whichever 'comes' first."

She looked directly into one of the cameras.

"And I want it all on film!" she burst out. "Oh yeah, you've got yourselves a fuck star now!"

There was a knock at the door, and Captain Yärrells stuck his head in as Kitty excused herself and left.

"Congratulations!" he exclaimed. "I just want you to know that your stateroom has been reserved for you again for the next voyage. There is no way I'm going to let you off of this ship, and this one is on the house."

"Why thank you." I replied. "That is very kind of you."

"Oh, think nothing of it." Captain Yärrells said with a wave of his hand. "All I ask is a small favor in return."

With that, Lauren removed her teeth, as if on cue. 

"Um, that um, that's not what I meant." the captain stammered. "I'm sure that would be wonderful, but I just wanted a picture of me standing next to you and holding the Little One."

"Aw crap!" Lauren burst out, looking at me in exasperation, as I erupted into a fit of hilarious laughter. "I did it again, Sir!"

"You seem to have a knack for that lately." I replied. "Get some rest. I'm going to go unwind. When you wake up, you can introduce me to our son."

I left the captain with my wife and headed for Kitty's cabin to seek some relief myself. As I raised my hand to knock on her door, I was aware of multiple grunts and groans from within. I lowered my hand and headed for the Crow's Nest instead; the bar on the top level all the way forward.

It was after midnight, and I was the only patron in the entire establishment. I ordered vodka and Coke, and settled into a comfortable seat facing forward. It was dark, so there was nothing to see, but it somehow reminded me of an Alaskan cruise I had taken years earlier, where the midnight sun kept the waters illuminated with a ghostly purple hue from midnight to 3:00 AM. 

"Hey there." a female voice said quietly from behind.

I turned to see the actress who was portraying Julie, smiling at me.

"I heard." she said with a smile. "Congratulations."

I giggle-snorted in reply and took several swallows of my drink.

"You're upset, aren't you?" Julie inquired. "This isn't like you."

I took another gulp before answering her.

"Two days ago, I made fifteen thousand dollars in one afternoon." I finally offered. "Yesterday, I made another fifty. My wife did the same. Together, we cleared 130 grand in two days. Not bad, huh?"

"Not at all." 'Julie' replied. "So, what's the problem?"

"I don't know." I said with a shrug. "I really don't know. I just had a son and I'm ecstatic about that, yet at the same time, I'm bummed. I don't get it."

"It's called postpartum depression." 'Julie' explained. "And it's a malady of the mother, not the father."

She started to laugh, and at first I was annoyed, but as I looked at all the facts, I realized just how stupid I'd been.

"May I sit?" she inquired.

I waved my hand in reply and she sat next to me at the table.

"Sorry Julie." I apologized. "Hell, that's not even your name. I don't even know your real name."

"Bonnie." she replied. "And don't worry about it. People call me that so much now that I respond to it. From what I hear, it's pretty common for TV actors and actresses to get called by their character names, so I'd better get used to it.

"You're lucky. Everyone knows your real name; at least your first name, anyway. You're 'Jack;' like 'Cher' or 'Madonna.' There's only one of you."

"I suppose." I acknowledged. "I never thought of it that way, I guess."

"What's really bothering you?" she inquired. "Are your balls turning blue already?"

"A little," I replied honestly, "but it's more than that. I guess I'm kind of scared of being a father.

"That's not uncommon." Bonnie responded. "It's a huge step forward. Now as to that other thing, wanna go for a walk with me?"

I finished my drink and nodded.

"Sure, why not. The air might do me some good."

I followed Bonnie onto the deck and placed my arm around her slim waist. She smiled, and we proceeded along in the moonlight. The air was pleasantly cool for the Caribbean summer, and the breeze created by the moving ship increased it.

"Would you like to go for a swim?" Bonnie asked.

I was a little surprised as she was wearing a dress, but I suspected she planned on taking it off, and I was still aroused from Lauren's screaming orgasms.

"Sure." I replied.

Bonnie pulled her dress off and laid it on one of the deck chairs. This was quickly followed by her bra and panties. He breasts were larger than I had imagined, and I began to stiffen as I undressed as well.

We both slipped into the cool, clear water of the pool and began treading water. Bonnie's tits were actually floating, and I became very aroused at the sight of her nude body. I moved in and embraced her, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

"Fuck me." Bonnie moaned. "Please?"

I needed no further encouragement. I moved in between her legs and slid my cock into her cunt.

"That's it." Bonnie sighed. "Give me some of what you've been giving her. I want to know what it's like."

We were weightless in the water, so I decided to try something new. I clamped my hands around Bonnie's lovely tits, and used them for handles as I pulled myself back and forth, slamming my cock into her cunt. Bonnie grunted in pleasure, as I continued to fuck her.

"Oh Jack, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me! I love the way you're pulling on my tits like that. It's so hot!"

I continued humping her, and I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Oh yes!" she panted. "It's so long! I can feel it pushing past my cervix. Oh Jack, cum in my cunt and knock me up like a little whore!"

"You want to be my little whore?" I gasped.

"Yes! I want to be your little whore and your personal fuck toy! Fuck me! Fuck me and squirt your cum inside my hot cunt!" she screamed. "Cum in my cunt and knock me up!"

I was past the point of no return, and I groaned in ecstasy as I shot spurt after spurt of thick cum deep inside Bonnie's belly. I released her tits and slid backward through the water, finally gaining a foothold on the bottom of the pool.

"Oh my god." Bonnie gasped. "That felt so fucking good. I know why she married you now. Holy shit, I felt it hit the back of my uterus."

"Thank you." I replied. 

"No!" Bonnie retorted. "Thank YOU! If you ever get divorced, you call me, you understand? You call me!"

*

The following morning, I checked in on Lauren. She was busy feeding the baby and she smiled as I entered the room.

"Did you get some rest?" she inquired.

I nodded.

"Yes," I replied, "and you?"

"Not much." she replied. "I was so excited. I just kept looking at him; at our son."

I looked at the baby, who busily suckling on one of my wife's nipples, then at her other tit. They had already begun swelling with milk, and had only gotten longer. They were no longer flat and tiny, but now round and elongated, like soft, fleshy tubes. Her tits now resembled puffy bratwursts, rather than the teabags she was so famous for. 

"Damn, your titties are hot!" I exclaimed softly. 

"Wishing you could nurse on me too?" Lauren inquired with a smile. 

I nodded in reply, as I felt my cock stiffening.

"You're making colostrum now," I responded, "but as soon as they start producing real milk, I want to suck them dry."

Lauren smiled.

"Ooh, I'd love that!" she exclaimed. "Speaking of sucking things dry, why don't you let me do that to you?"

"You bet!" I said with a smile. "Take your teeth out."

Lauren nodded, and removed her dentures as I unzipped my pants. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself in front of her as she set the baby down.

"Mmm, I lub vat big dick of yourv." she mumbled, as her warm wet mouth engulfed my penis. "Pfoot that big load down my froat."

I smiled as Lauren's smooth gums slid up and down the shaft of my dick, sucking it exquisitely.

"Mmm, that's it." I said softly. "I love the way you suck my penis, Baby."

Lauren continued sucking my penis, and gently played with my balls.

"That's it, Lauren." I moaned. "Don't stop. That's it! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming in your mouth! Oh god, Baby; swallow it! Oh fuck, swallow my cum!"

I groaned in ecstasy as I ejaculated in my wife's toothless mouth. 

"Oh shit!" I panted. "God damn it, I'll never get tired of that."

"Did vat feel good, Fir?" Lauren inquired, as she reached for her teeth.

"You know it did!" I exclaimed breathlessly. "You are the best!"

Lauren popped her teeth back in and smiled. 

"Good."

She yawned and stretched, and then looked around the room.

"Doctor Bricker says I should be able to have sex in three days or so." she informed me. "You'd better be ready."

"I will." I replied. "Is it all stretched out?"

"Why don't you look for yourself?" Lauren retorted, as she pulled the covers back.

She spread her legs, and I got a good look at her gaping cunt. I reached out and gingerly touched her clit.

"Does that hurt?" 

"No, it feels good. Rub it for me, please." Lauren begged.

I began rubbing my index finger over her love button, and Lauren sighed blissfully. 

"That feels so good, Sir." she said dreamily. "Put your fingers in me, please."

"Are you sure?" I inquired dubiously. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Lauren promised. "If it hurts, I'll let you know."

"Okay." I replied, as I slid my middle and ring fingers into her loose cunt.

I finger fucked her for a minute or so, before I requested feedback.

"How is that?" I asked.

"More." she responded. "Put as much in me as you can."

I withdrew my fingers and bunched them together, and then slowly inserted them into my wife's cunt.

"That's it!" Lauren exclaimed. "More! I want more!"

I slid my fingers all the way to my knuckles, and then slowly pushed my hand into her cunt.

"That feels good!" my wife burst out. "Push it in. I can take it!"

I slid my entire hand into Lauren's cunt, and felt it gripping me as I pushed further in. I could feel her pelvis on either side of my hand as I thrust it deep inside of her cunt. I continued sliding my hand in, and before I knew it, my forearm was engulfed by her cunt. I wiggled my fingers, and I was surprised to feel what seemed to be the walls of her uterus.

"Make a fist!" Lauren demanded. "You know what to do!"

I clenched my fingers into a fist and slid my hand all the way in, until my elbow touched my wife's thighs. I then retracted my fist until it was almost about to pop out, and repeated the process, sliding my fist in and out of her cunt.

"Is that what you want, Bitch?" I snarled. "You want me to fist fuck you?"

"Yes Sir!" Lauren cried. "Your fist is filling my cunt so full. Don't stop Sir! Fist fuck me and make me cum! Oh shit! I'm going to cum!"

Milk was streaming from my whore of a wife's nipples, and she began writhing in sheer ecstasy as her orgasm crested, showering me with mother's milk and warm cunt ejaculate. 

"Oh Sir..." Lauren squeaked, "oh Sir... I love you so much."

I pulled my fist from my wife's gaping cunt and smiled.

"How was it?"

"Oh my god, how do you think it was?" Lauren cried. "It was wonderful! I've never had a fist up inside of me before; it was too tight. I want to keep it loose, Sir. May I? Do I have to do those exercises to tighten back up?"

"Not if you don't want to." I said with a smile. "If having a loose cunt to fist you is what you want, I'm all up for it."

"Oh thank you Sir!"

Lauren threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug.

"I love you so much!" she exclaimed.

"I love you too, Dangles." I replied.

Lauren smiled. 

"You haven't called me that in a while." she said wistfully. "I've missed it."

"I'll be sure to call you that more often." I promised. "By the way, since you just took my fist and half of my arm, I think you're ready for sex again."

"You're right!" Lauren beamed. "It didn't hurt that bad and the pain was definitely worth the pleasure."

We were interrupted by a knock on the door, and the same nurse who had applied the vibrator to Lauren's clit during the birth entered. 

"Is everything okay?" she inquired. "I heard screaming and- oh my god! What the hell happened in here?"

"Umm, my wife made a bit of a mess." I explained.

"I can see that!" the nurse burst out. "My god, how many gallons do you squirt when you cum? Get out of that bed so I can get it cleaned up. It's a darn good thing we use plastic sheets on these beds for patients who can't control their bladders."

"Or their udders." I giggled.

The nurse glared at me, as Lauren got out of the bed and stood in front of us completely nude; milk and cum running down her body and dripping onto the floor.

"Out!" she ordered. "This is all your fault."

"Only partially." I replied. "My wife is the one who made the mess, not me."

"I'm fairly certain you're the one who caused her to make the mess." the nurse retorted. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"Stop by Suite 270 when you're finished in here and I'll be glad to show you." I said with a smile.

The nurse's gaze softened and she looked at Lauren.

"Is he being serious?"

My wife nodded and grinned broadly, as she squeezed her tits and pulled on her engorged nipples, causing them to squirt again.

"Why don't you drop in and find out?" she responded. "Damn this feels good!"

"And you're okay with that?" the nurse asked incredulously.

"I love my husband very much." Lauren explained, as she continued squirting streams of milk from her long, skinny tits. "He makes me feel wonderful and he loves me very much. I don't mind sharing his talents as long as he is good to me, which he is. You made my cunt feel wonderful when I was having the baby and I think you liked it too. Let Jack make you feel the same way. Maybe later on, we can share him together. I think you'll really like that."

The nurse nodded.

"I think you're right." she agreed, turning to face me. "My name is Grace. I'll be there in an hour, if that's okay."

"That's fine. I'll be looking forward to it." I replied. "Bring that vibrator you used on my wife during childbirth too. I'll put it to good use on you. By the way, make sure you're on the Pill."

Grace looked puzzled.

"Why?"

"Because he has a habit of knocking women up on the first fuck." Lauren giggled. "So unless you want a nice round pregnant belly, I'd suggest you get the morning after pill if you aren't already on birth control."




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"I'll be sure to take it." Grace responded.

"Good." I said, as I reached out and gave her tits a good squeeze.

I could feel my penis stiffening as I fondled Grace's boobs, and I grinned.

"I can't wait to see what they look like. I may just want to cum all over them instead."

"I think I'll be ready to leave with her." Lauren chimed in. "I just want to watch, but if you do, I'll be there to lick them clean."



Lauren's Lesson Ch. 14



I smiled, as I heard the expected knock on the cabin door. I opened it and to my delight found not only my gorgeous, unclothed wife, but Nurse Grace standing next to her as well.

"Surprise Sir!" Lauren exclaimed as they entered the cabin. "I brought you a present."

"I see that." I responded with a smile, as Lauren closed the door and locked it. "My very own Florence Nightingale. I'm glad you decided to drop by, Grace."

Grace smiled nervously and nodded.

"Me too." she replied. "Are we ready to play doctor?"

"You bet." I said with a smile, as I reached out and squeezed her tits firmly through her uniform. "And the doctor gets to undress the nurse."

I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, revealing her snow white belly and the lacy white bra covering her firm, round boobs. Lauren approached Grace from behind and pulled her top back and slid it off her body. She then unfastened the nurse's bra and let it fall to the floor.

Lauren began feeling Grace's tits from behind, squeezing and kneading them in her hands as I pulled her skirt down. Grace stepped out of her skirt, and then her matching white lace panties as I slid them off her hips as well. I stood and took over the tit squeezing from my wife for a few minutes, before leading her to the bed.

"Sit on the bed with your back against the wall." I instructed. 

Grace did as she was told, and Lauren and I sat on either side of her. We each took one of the nurse's nipples into our mouths and began sucking her gorgeous young tits. Grace smiled and sighed blissfully, as my bisexual wife and I suckled her for several minutes.

"Now lay down with your head on the pillow and get comfortable." I said gently. "Lauren has a surprise for you."

Grace nodded and slid down on the bed as my wife moved in between her legs and buried her face between the woman's thighs.

"I've never been with another woman before." she said nervously.

"This is her way of thanking you for making her cunt feel so good while she was giving birth." I explained as Lauren began licking first her clit, and then burying her tongue deeply into the nurse's vagina. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh yes!" the young woman cried. "Lick my cunt, Lauren! Make me cum!"

She placed the back of her index finger in her mouth and bit down gently on it as she began moaning in pleasure. My wife continued licking Grace's wet cunt; lapping up her vaginal juices with gusto.

"Oh my god, it feels so good! I, I think I'm g-going to c-c-cummmm."

Her voice trailed off, as her nude body shook in orgasm convulsions; her bare feet twisting and kicking about violently. I could no longer control the blood flow to my penis and my heart began to race as my cock swelled. 

Grace was writhing about on the bed, moaning in sheer ecstasy as she came. I pressed my mouth against hers and we kissed passionately. Grace pulled her mouth away and gasped for breath. Her chest was heaving violently as she tried to speak.

"Oh my god, that felt so good!" she finally burst out. "Holy shit, I didn't know a woman's tongue could do that!"

"Wait until you feel my cock in there." I responded, as I motioned for Lauren to move out of the way.

My wife sat up and smiled, her face soaking wet with Grace's cum. She wiped the vaginal juices from face and rolled off the bed.

"Fuck her now, Sir!" Lauren demanded, as she stood and faced us. "I want to watch you fuck another woman."

I needed no further encouragement and moved in between Grace's legs. My cock slid easily into her soaking wet cunt and I began to fuck her in earnest. The nurse began grunting in pleasure at the sensation of my penis sliding in and out of her hot, young cunt.

"Oh yes, Jack!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

"You like that, don't you, Bitch?" I snarled, as I began pounding her as hard and fast as I could.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "I love it! It feels so good! I think I'm going to cum again, but it feels so weird in my belly! Oh my god; I've never felt anything like this before! My whole belly and my hips feel like my cunt when I cum!"

Grace began shrieking like a banshee, and pounded her palms against the mattress. I knew she was having the orgasm of a lifetime and I let myself go; cumming with her in unison. Her wet cunt was making sucking noises as my penis squirted inside of her like a cannon. The added liquid of my semen in her cunt lubed her up even more, and felt absolutely exquisite.

"Oh fuck!" I panted, as I continued squirting inside of her cunt. "Holy shit, that felt so good!"

"I've never felt anything like that before!" Grace burst out. "My whole insides felt like they were cumming!"

"You ovulated during sex." Lauren cut in with a grin. "I told you he'd knock you up."

"Is that what that was?" Grace responded in astonished tone. "I had no idea."

"Don't worry." Lauren said reassuringly. "I'll clean you up. Move over Sir."

I gladly rolled over and watched intently as my wife moved back in between Grace's legs and began to felch both of our cum from the young woman's dripping cunt. She greedily lapped up the sexual soup of my sperm and Grace's own cum, savoring and swallowing every drop she could lick or suck out of her cunt. When she was finished, Lauren sat up and wiped her face on the bed sheet.

"That tasted so good, Sir!" she exclaimed happily. "I could taste the creaminess of your cum and the sweetness of hers. It was delicious!"

"I'm glad you approve." I said with a smile.

I turned to Grace, who was still panting heavily.

"So how was it?" I inquired. "Did we meet your expectations?"

Grace nodded vigorously.

"Good." I replied. "You and I both came. Now it's Lauren's turn. Any objections?"

Grace shook her head as my wife lay down on the bed next to her.

"Let's start by sucking her tits like we did to you, okay?"

"Okay," Grace said with a nod, "but like I said, I've never done this with another woman before."

"It's instinctive." I responded. "Don't worry, we'll coach you through it."

Grace and I began to nurse my wife's swollen tits, and Lauren sighed blissfully.

"That's nice." she whispered. "Adults suck so much harder."

We continued sucking on Lauren's tits for several minutes, swallowing her warm, sweet, creamy milk. She had stopped producing colostrum already, and now, genuine mommy's milk was streaming from her nipples into our mouths.

"Let's suck her dry." I suggested, taking a moment to speak. "It'll be one less mess to contend with after she cums."

Grace nodded in reply, never taking her mouth from Lauren's engorged nipple. 

"Mm-hmm." she replied through her nose.

After several more minutes of sucking, we succeeded in emptying my wife's tits of breast milk, leaving them completely deflated and saggy beyond description. I lifted one of Lauren's tits by the nipple and let it flop back down. It almost seemed liquid, flowing out across her chest into flatness. Lauren giggled at the sight and played with her empty breasts, pushing them together and jigging them like blobs of jello.

"Okay," I said to Grace, "it's time for you to repay my wife for what she did to you."

Grace nodded and moved in between Lauren's skinny legs. She gingerly began licking my wife's cunt as she explored lesbianism for the first time. She was apparently doing a pretty good job at it too, because my wife was soon moaning in pleasure, although it didn't take much to get her off. 

Small white droplets appeared at the end of Lauren's pudgy nipples as the pleasure increased, but since we had sucked her titties dry, they didn't erupt into milk fountains as was typical of my little whore of a wife's orgasms.

Lauren began to squirm in pleasure as Grace continued licking her cunt, plunging her tongue deep into my wife's cunt and bringing her to climax.

"I'm going to cum!" Lauren exclaimed. "I'm going to cum all over your pretty little face!"

Grace grunted in response and instead of licking, she clamped her mouth over my wife's cunt and began sucking instead. Lauren erupted into her mouth and Grace managed to swallow several gushes before she was overloaded. She coughed, and cum dribbled out of her nose. Unable to continue, Grace backed out, and I slid my fist into my wife's gaping cunt as Grace continued coughing on the edge of the bed. 

The majority of Lauren's orgasm had been taken by the young nurse's mouth, and only a few dribbles leaked out as I fisted her for the remainder of her pleasure. Lauren stopped writhing in ecstasy and smiled at Grace.

"You did a fantastic job, Sweetie." she cooed. "You licked me to orgasm and swallowed most of it. Thank you."

Grace had finally stopped coughing and nodded. 

"You're welcome. I'm sorry I inhaled it."

"That's okay." I said soothingly, as I wrapped my arms around her and fondled her firm tits. "You were awesome!"

"Thanks." she replied. "So were the two of you. This was my first lesbian experience, but I really enjoyed it. I'm glad I learned with the pros.

"Jack, you really blasted a load inside of me. I can't begin to describe how that felt."

"I can!" Lauren said with a smile. "He does it to me all the time. Speaking of that, you'd better shower and douche, and then take a morning after pill, or else you're going to be a mommy at 27 years old."

"Can we shower together?" Grace inquired wistfully.

Lauren and I looked at each other and nodded.

"Of course, Sweetie." Lauren replied. "If that's what you want."

"I wish I could leave with you." Grace lamented. 

"Don't worry." Lauren said soothingly. "Now that we've taught you what to do, you'll be able to read the signs and get all the pussy you want."

*

The weeks passed rather quickly for the remainder of the trip, and I was able to convince the camera crew to contact their producer about doing a reality show about Lauren and myself. She had agreed, and said she would meet us at the docks to discuss it. Kitty Cutler had also agreed to forego booking any more events for us, while the show was being filmed. All in all, things were really looking up for us and we were all very enthusiastic about the entire affair. 

The filming of the Love Boat movie was over, and Lauren and I were already cast as guest stars, with opening credits. Since the filming was complete, the producer - Ms. Snelling - had requested the same crew do the reality show for us. 

We stood in line to disembark, and Lauren was standing with her dress in her hand. She wasn't allowed to put it back on until we left the ship, and she was feeling a little dejected about having wear clothes again.

"I sure am going miss being nude all the time." she said sadly.

"Don't worry Honey." I said with a smile. "Remember, you can always do a 'nudie' at the airport if you want."

"That's right!" she exclaimed. "I can walk through the airport totally nude and fly nude too! Thanks for reminding me. You're so awesome Sir."

"Hey there!" a voice called out from behind us. "Jack and Lauren, hold up. Don't get off the boat yet."

We turned to see the entire cast of the movie, along with Captain Yärrells, approaching us. 

"We all pitched in got you a present!" the captain exclaimed. "You'll be needing something to carry the Little One around in, so we got you a stroller in Barbados."

"Hey Guys, that's great!" I burst out. "Thank you all so much. He is getting a little heavy."

Everyone burst out laughing and then applauded, as I dropped my little son into the stroller. 

"Hello everyone!" a female voice called out. "How did the movie go?"

"Hello, Ms. Snelling." everyone else but us, called out. 

The woman approached us and gazed at Lauren. 

"You two must be Jack and Lauren." she observed. "I'd recognize those titties anywhere. I'm Corrie Snelling."

I smiled and extended my hand. 

"I'm Jack, and this is my beautiful wife, Lauren. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Snelling."

"The pleasure is all mine, and call me Corrie. Ms. Snelling sounds so prudish. So, you two are going to be my next big stars, I hear. A reality show that follows the most famous nudist in the world, and all of the escapades she manages to get herself into. This is going to have to be a cable show."

I nodded, and suddenly realized that the cameras were still rolling and that they were pointed at us. The show had already begun!

Corrie glanced around.

"Think of this as behind the scenes footage." she announced calmly. "Now, why don't we head to the airport and get some lunch? I have to fly back to L.A. this afternoon, so we can chat while we're waiting on our respective flights."

"Sounds good to me!" I said enthusiastically. "What about you, Dangles?"

"I'm hungry." Lauren replied. "Maybe I can eat my dress and then I won't have to put it back on."

Everyone laughed, and Lauren and I headed for the bulkhead. As we started up the gangplank, the deep horn on the ship blared three times, something never heard. 

"That's your farewell!" Captain Yärrells called out. "We will all miss you on this ship. Any time you want to sail with us, you will always be welcome."

We reached the top of the gangplank, and Lauren reluctantly put her dress back on.

"This feels so weird." she remarked. "I feel like I'm naked."

"That's a switch!" I responded. "Putting your clothes on makes you feel naked!"

"I have a limo waiting to take us to the airport." Corrie explained. "The camera crew will take a shuttle and meet us there, okay?"

"Fine with me." I replied.

We arrived at the airport, and got out of the limousine. A skycap was waiting to take our bags and seemed perplexed that Lauren didn't have any.

"No bags, Ma'am?" he inquired.

"Hey, that reminds me!" Lauren burst out. "They still have my bag downstairs."

"Forget it." I said with a wave of my hand. "All it had was clothes in it anyway."

"Hmm, good point." Lauren responded. "They can auction it off for all I care."

The camera crew rejoined us as we checked our bags in and lined up for the screening. Lauren looked the TSA agent dead in the eye, as she removed her dress.

"I want to do a 'nudie'." she declared, dropping her dress and high heels into the tray. 

"Very well." the agent replied. "Please walk through the metal detector."

"You know what?" I cut in. "I want to do one too."

"Very well." the agent responded in the same dull tone. "Please remove your clothes and place them in the tray."

I was shaking with excitement as I began undressing in front of everyone and dumped my clothes into the bin. I walked through the metal detector without any problems, and took the red stamp on my chest with pride.

Lauren, as usual, wasn't as lucky. The metal detector beeped and the agent waved her to the side. 

"What are you hiding?" he inquired.

"Nothing." Lauren replied. "That's why I want to fly nude; to show I have nothing to hide."

"Something is setting it off." the agent said sternly. "We're going to have to do a full body cavity search on you."

"Fine!" Lauren replied. "Stick your hands wherever you want. I have nothing to hide."

A female agent approached my wife and motioned for her to sit on a chair off to one side. She donned a pair of latex gloves and proceeded to slide her hand into Lauren's loose cunt. 

"Umm, that might not be a very good idea." I suggested.

"Mind your own business before we do the same thing to you!" the agent snapped.

I shrugged my shoulders and stuffed my clothes into my carry on bag, and proceeded to push the stroller to the side. I watched in amusement as the female screener slid her gloved hand into my wife's vagina in plain view of the entire airport, and began feeling around.

Almost immediately, milk began to drip from the end of my wife's engorged nipples, and I offered once again, a cautious word of advice.

"I'm telling you, that's not a good idea."

"And I'm telling YOU, one more word out of your mouth and you're going to get a hand up your ass!" the bitch snarled.

I shrugged again and kept my mouth shut as the bitch continued feeling around inside of Lauren's cunt. Milk was beginning to spray from her tits, but the agent was oblivious of this as she continued groping inside of my wife's uterus. 

Lauren began to shudder, and I bit back a smile as a cloud of cum erupted from her cunt and sprayed all over the TSA agent's face.

"You bitch!" the woman shouted, as she tried to wipe the cum from her face. "You fucking cunt! You just assaulted me with bodily fluids. That's a felony."

"I tried to warn you," I cut in, "but you wouldn't listen to me. This entire incident is on film, by the way, so unless you want a fucking lawsuit over sticking your hand up my wife's cunt in plain view of everyone here, I'd suggest you wipe the cum off of your ugly fucking face and let us go."

The agent looked around and realized that not only was our own camera crew filming the entire episode, but at least forty people had their cell phones trained on the situation as well.

"I got it up on YouTube already!" someone shouted exuberantly. "Fuck the Feds!"

About this time, the cavalry showed up. Corrie passed through the scanner and joined us.

"My name is Corrie Snelling." she informed the agent. "Do you know who I am?"

The agent nodded. 

"Yes. You were on 06472."

"Good!" Corrie retorted. "Then let me explain to you, that I am a witness to this entire atrocity, and I am going to have my attorneys sue the living shit out of you if you don't let my star actress out of here."

A round of cheers went up and people began chanting, "Fuck the Feds. Fuck the Feds."

The agent looked dejected and waved Lauren on. She proudly took the nudist stamp on her chest and joined me.

"TSA!" I snarled. "Total Shithead Assholes!"

Applause broke out as we left the screening area and entered the main terminal.

"Jack and Lauren, we love you!" someone hollered, as we left the entire scene behind.

"That worked out well." Corrie observed. "Fucking assholes. Is that what you put up with all the time?"

"Yep." Lauren replied. "So do a lot of other people. We got lucky."

"This is all going on the show." Corrie retorted. "Let's see who loses their job over this!"

We ambled into the main concourse and checked the schedules. 

"Looks like we both have an hour or so before our flights depart." I observed. "Lunch?"

"I'm famished!" Lauren exclaimed. "Can I eat my dress now?"

Corrie laughed.

"How about some spicy chicken?" she suggested.

"Sounds good to me." I replied, as Lauren nodded in agreement.

"We don't have this on the west coast." Corrie explained. "I love it. Anytime I hit the east coast I just have to have this."

We entered the fast food chicken chain and ordered our food. To my astonishment, no one really seemed to notice that both my wife and I were nude. We got glances,, sure, but not the stares I would have expected. This must have been more commonplace that I realized. 

We sat down and began eating our lunch.

"You know Lauren," Corrie offered, "you really need a stage name to go along with the show."

"Like what?" Lauren inquired.

"I don't really know." Corrie replied. "It needs to be uniquely you though."

I stared at the yellow and orange boxes of chicken in front of us and it suddenly dawned on me. I began to chuckle, and Lauren glared at me.

"What is it, Sir?" she demanded. "I'm sure this has something to do with me!"

"It does." I said, pointing to the box of chicken in front of me. "I have your perfect stage name, and this just gave me the idea."

Lauren sighed. 

"And what would that be, Sir?"

"Bo Dangles!" I burst out. 

Lauren waved her drumstick around and pointed it at me.

"You know what, Sir? Of all the crazy ideas you've had about me, this one has to be absolute best one yet! I love it!"

"Me too!" Corrie chimed in. "Bo Dangles! Hell yeah!"

"Maybe it'll sell some chicken too." I offered. 




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"It just might." Corrie replied. "I'll have my attorneys contact their Corporate about that. In the meantime, I think a new star has just been born with the very clever name of 'Bo Dangles'."

The three of us raised our sweet teas and clunked them together in a toast.

"Bo Dangles." Lauren purred. "I love it!"