3 comments/ 20389 views/ 13 favorites Fashion Show By: la_suppleante The thump of my heart in my ears almost drowns out the slow, seductive music that is snaking its way through your apartment. I stand up straight, as I was told to, stark naked with my hands by my sides. I feel excruciatingly self-conscious, standing to attention in the middle of the room as you and your friend sip wine and converse in a low whisper. I stand facing you, separated from the soft, velour-upholstered sofa that you both sit in by a low table. In the middle of the table is a shopping bag from what looks like an expensive boutique, but not one that I'm familiar with. This is all there has been so far: I arrived at your place about an hour ago, and was surprised to find your friend here, an attractive, stylish, composed woman with short blonde hair. You never introduced her, but simply led me to the living room where we are now and instructed me to strip for her. After a moment's hesitation and a sharp look from you, I obeyed, as she looked me up and down with a slight smirk. And that was it. You got wine and the pair of you chatted on the sofa while I stood, my cock still soft but my whole body trembling. "Well," you say, suddenly raising your voice so I can hear, "let's get started." You lean forwards, putting your wine on the table and pick up the shopping bag. Reaching inside you bring out a handful of what looks like fabric. In the low light of the apartment I can make out a mixture of colours - pink, black, blue, yellow and more. I don't know what I'm looking at until you start separating the bundle out and laying them carefully on the table. Panties. You lay out in neat rows what must be about a dozen pairs of women's panties. My heart starts to pump faster as I look at them. There are all manner of styles there, from super-plain white cotton panties, to lurid thongs. Your friend leans forward for a closer look as you finish laying them out and put the bag on the floor. "So," you smile at her, "which ones first?" "Oh, I think we should get started with something simple. The white ones." She indicates the simple white cotton briefs, and you look up at me with a commanding smile. "You heard the lady, put the white panties on." I knew it was coming of course, but still I shudder with the confirmation of what's going on. I'm to put on a little fashion show for you, I'm the entertainment for your friend tonight. I bite my lip, take control of myself and reach down for the white panties. They're soft, and the largest underwear on the table. Even so, just as I thought these aren't designed for men - they're women's panties and they're tight as I pull them up my thighs. They're extremely plain, not even a trim, and the cotton elastic bites into me a little. You must have gotten the largest size for them to fit me at all, but they're still a little small for my frame. And of course, the biggest problem arrives when I pull them up to my waist and into position. There's no space in this design for the extra package that I'm carrying, my (still soft) cock and balls have to be carefully squeezed into the white cotton panties, and bulge at the front obscenely. Stretching the front of the panties of course means that the back cuts into my ass cheeks even tighter. The curls of my pubic hair aren't covered at all, but I manage to hide my genitals. "Very good," you purr, "That's the idea. No matter what I want that cock of yours covered up by the panties. And if it gets uncomfortable, well then that's your own fault for being such a slut." Your friend giggles. "You're such a slut that you deserve to wear sexy lingerie, and that cock you're carrying around is just a problem you're going to have to deal with." I feel my skin start to prickle, my body getting hotter. My prick is still soft though, and still fits into the white cotton panties - just. "What do you think?" you ask your friend. "He looks so pure and innocent in those," she muses, "that doesn't seem like a good fit at all. How about the blue ones?" She points to a powder blue pair, still simple but a little more sexily cut, and with a thin floral lace trim around the thighs. "Put those on," you order, and of course I obey. This time the lace trim makes the panties cut into my thighs more, and the front dips down a little more too. It means I have to tuck and squeeze more to cover my member, but again I just about get it covered. "Turn around," you order, and when I do your friend laughs. "I love how it bites into his ass like that, it's so hot." When I face you again she catches my eye. "Hey," she runs a finger around the rim of her wine glass idly, "you're a pretty sexy slut." I feel my face flush with humiliation and look down at the table, only to see rows of further humiliation to come. The fashion show continues, and somehow I stay in control even though my heart seems fit to beat right out of my chest. There are ruffle-butt boy shorts, some side-tie blue and yellow bikini briefs for the beach, and I somehow manage to stay unaroused as you make me twirl and peruse me. I somehow manage to hide my manhood each time. But when you bring out the second bottle of wine, the tide turns against me. "Ok, no more messing around," you say, and pick up a neon pink mesh thong. You throw it to me and I catch it, heart in my throat. "Time to get slutty." These panties really are scandalous - just neon pink and virtually transparent - the mesh is almost see-through. I pull them up and the back of the thong slips between my ass cheeks. At the front my prick is barely contained. I have to turn it to the side, pressing it along my body so it can stay within the bright pink mesh. And as I'm doing that I get a sinking feeling as the bulk of me starts to grow, my prick starting to plump up. "Oh, now that's fucking slutty," your friend giggles. "I like how you can just see his cock so clearly through the fabric." "Yeah, and the bright pink is really him, right?" "Oh yeah, this is totally club whore style." "Oh my God! That's exactly what it is! You can just see him in these dancing like a real cock-tease can't you? And then sucking..." "Oh," she interrupts you, raising her glass, "Uh, is he getting bigger?" Your eyes open wide in delight. "Oh my God he is. You know," you look up at me, "if that thing gets bigger, it's going to be harder to try on panties." "I can't..." I gasp, maybe the first thing I've said in an hour. And it's true. I can't control it now. The situation, the panties, you two sitting there and being so powerful, so sexy. I can't turn my brain off now and I can't slow down the speed at which my prick is getting hard in these neon mesh panties. My cock is past plump and on its way to hard and is starting to press at the pink mesh cage, trying to get straight. "We're not finished," you whisper, and I focus just in time to catch the next pair of panties you toss to me. As I slide the pink mesh thong down, my cock, hardening all the time, springs up. Your friend gasps. This is going to be impossible. The next pair are the essence of stereotypical femininity. A pale pink thong made of lace and satin, little ruffles of lace at the hips attached to the thin bands of the thighs, and some pearls stitched into the front as decoration. My cock is hard, pointing up, you're both leaning forward eagerly. It seems impossible but I have to obey. I pull the hyper-feminine thong up my legs, realising just how tiny the front panel of satin and lace is, and when it's in position - the now familiar feeling of a thong back slipping between my ass cheeks and the hip straps cutting into me - it's clear that it's impossible. The panties cup my balls perfectly, leaving my shaft jutting up out of them. A thick cock rising perfectly from the girly pink of the panties. "Ok, that's not good enough," you say. "You have to admit it's hot as hell though," your friend sighs, her fingers tracing idly around the side of her neck. "He's such a girly little cock-slave." "If you can't keep that slutty cock under control, at least you can cover the head," you order. I look down at myself, almost completely hard, my cock jutting up far above the panties - how? How can I stretch these panties up to cover the head of my cock? There's little give in the elastic. "Hurry up." I do my best, I reach back and slip the back of the panties down so they're not so much on my waist as cutting into my ass now, and that lets me pull the girly pink satin and lace forwards and up. I bend my cock, stretch the panties and somehow manage to cover my bulging cock head with the front of the thong. I look ridiculous though, the thong now pressed between my balls, which are totally exposed, and most of the fabric stretching up my throbbing shaft to where I can barely hook it over the tip of my rigid prick. And the feeling, the roughness of the lace parts of the panties against my cock head is turning me on even more. I shudder. You laugh. "Well, done! I can't believe you did it." You get up from the sofa and move around to one side of me to get a profile view of how my rock hard prick is being bent slightly and forced into the panties. Your friend goes around to the other side. "I think," you whisper, leaning a little closer, "That the girlier the panties, the harder you get. Is that right?" I don't answer, just swallow. "Next time we'll get more pink ones, okay?" You pick up another pair and hand them to me. "These next." I gasp as I slip the pink satin thong down, and my cock bucks and jumps free. My cock head is shining with precum now, and pleasure is starting to creep through my brain. These ones are black, and made of some kind of finer synthetic material - not unlike a sheer, smooth mesh. The back is not a thong but it would barely cover a pert female ass, let alone mine. The front is just as small, a little patch of semi-transparent black synthetic fabric with a design embroidered on it. A small pair of red cherries is stitched into the front. I swallow, feeling you watch me and feeling your friend's eyes on my cock. Then I step into them. They're too small. Again my balls are cupped by the smooth cool material, but I can't stretch them up high enough. The fabric is stretchier though, but it just doesn't reach, even if I slip the back down a bit. "I can't," I gasp again. "We bought you all these beautiful panties, and you can't even wear them properly?" You arch an eyebrow. I try to demonstrate. "These ones are just too small." "I think he's just not trying hard enough," your friend suddenly speaks up. "Perhaps we should show him this one time?" There are a few seconds silence while you seem to think this over. "Well, okay then, just this once." My heart seems to skip a beat. "Put your hands down." I obey and stand there, cock jutting up, sexy little black panties cradling my balls as the two of you approach me from either side. I feel you tug the back of the panties down even more, so that they're under my ass cheeks, and I look down to see her fingers take the waist band of the panties, and pull it up my cock. I see the cherry embroidery, and realise that with the way you've pulled the panties down even further, she will actually be able to cover my gleaming cock head in the sheer black fabric. Without even touching my prick she pulls the panties so that they're cutting almost painfully into the top of my thighs at the back, and then hooks the elasticated waistband over the head of my throbbing manhood. And when she does it, the sensation - the sheer fabric with just a little texture to it dragging over the slick, sensitive tip of my dick - is almost unbearable. I can't stop the groan of pleasure that escapes my lips. "Oh my," you whisper in my ear, closer than I had expected, "Are you that turned on?" "I just want to make these are nice and neat," your friend is saying, a teasing playfulness in her voice. "He's kind of making a mess already..." "Did you just get super, super hard just from wearing panties?" you continue to taunt me as I feel your friend tug the fabric of the panties, pulling it slowly, the friction making my knees shake as I fight for control. "I think I can get it so these cute little cherries are right on the tip of his cock." "Does it feel good wearing panties? Oh my God, could you cum just from wearing panties?" I can feel her tugging at the waistband, working that sheer fabric back and forth against my twitching, aching prick, I feel the slightly rougher stitches of the cherry design as they pass back and forth over my bulging head. I'm helpless, and it's obvious that she has no intention of setting the panties in place. I know what she's doing but I can't do a damn thing to stop her, and all the while your seductive whisper is fucking with my mind. "You're not such a whore that just wearing panties would turn you on so much that you'd cum, are you? That would make you such a fucking nympho, you know that?" "I want to get these just right, but he keeps twitching and moving." I feel the pleasure start to build, my legs are tingling and for a moment I forget where I am. "You're going to cum aren't you? You're going to cum in your panties because you've got no self control at all." "Ah!" I cry out, but manage to hold on somehow, as your friend just keeps sliding the tight front of the panties, stretched over my head, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Still, neither of you have touched my cock. I feel like I might collapse. "It's okay, in a way I'm just so happy you like them so much. So why don't you let go?" you whisper, and I feel your lips brush my earlobe as you say the final sentence. "Cum in your panties..." There's a pause, a moment, a hearbeat, and then, "Bitch." And I cry out again, my hips shaking and jerking as my cock jumps and bucks and spurt after spurt of my thick cum erupts into the sheer black fabric of the panties. It oozes through, but I look down to see the white cum has mostly been contained, just a creamy wet mess staining the panties and the cherry design. Your friend let go of the panties as soon as I came, and she steps back now, a broad smile on her lips. "Oh. My. God." She looks at you. "What a fucking nympho." "I know, right?" "He just came while trying on panties, that is too funny." My cheeks are scarlet as I fight to catch my breath. My cock still hard, my sticky cum oozing a little more through the sheer fabric of the panties. Not just from trying on panties, from that fucking teasing panty-job she gave me, I think, but I don't say anything. "Well," you turn to me, "even if that did end with you making a mess, it was fun. Thanks for... coming. You can get dressed now, and go home. Oh, but... keep those fucking dirty panties on until you get home like a good girl, okay?" I nod, mutely. As I dress, you confer with your friend, and seem to be writing something down. When I'm ready you step towards me, holding out the shopping bag that all the panties came out of. I look inside as you start speaking. I can see the satin and lace girly pink panties, the electric pink mesh thong, some red lace panties that I hadn't looked at properly, something that looks like black silk and something white with pink and blue embroidery and ribbons. "Here you go, it's your underwear for next week!" You grin, innocence personified. "There's a list on a piece of paper which panties to wear on which day, and we want you to wear them all day at work." My heart skips again, shocked at the thought of wearing some of this lingerie all day long at work. "And of course we'll be checking! I want you to come to my desk in the morning and in the afternoon every day, pull down that zipper and show me that you're wearing these lovely sexy panties that we spent so long picking out for you. And then after work, you can go and show her." Your friend hands me a business card. She works for a company a few streets away, it looks like. "I work late most days, so just come to my office after you finish, ask for me at reception and they'll send you up. I have my own office too, so it'll be much easier to show me." I stare at you both dumbfounded. I think about the trip home tonight with my cock still wrapped in sheer, cum-stained fabric and about what you might make me do next week. This is going to be torture. Exquisite torture. Fashion Show Backstage I dated this knockout gal for about 6 months when I was in college. She lived with her parents in my hometown, and I lived in the other end of the state where I went to college. I've written several stories about her already here—"Feeling Kind Of Lucky," about meeting her at an outdoor jazz concert, she having her first group sex with me and my roommate on Halloween, and "Two Or Three Hours," the time they tried to prematurely kick us out of the pay-by-the-hour motel. I've dated some knockout gals, but if I had to pick just one, Zoe was probably the best looking chick I ever dated. Six feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes on her cover-girl face, she had legs a mile long and bright red, rigid nips on the firmest, baseball-size boobs I've ever had the pleasure to suckle. She was modeling in a fashion show when I was home from college Christmas break, so, of course, I went. The theme of the show was "New Wave" fashion, clothes that reflected the "in" musical style of the early 1980s. I drove us, and we went in the back entrance as directed. Since it was a fashion show, I intentionally dressed extremely fashion forward, and the swishy, obviously gay guy monitoring the back entrance just waived me through with her, patting my butt and giving me that wouldn't-I-just-love-his-cock-in-my-ass look. Well, I soon realized that both of the "fashionista" men there with all these beautiful women were flamers, and, because of the way I was dressed, they--as well as all the women except my girlfriend--thought I was gay, too. I chose to see this as an opportunity, for as long as everyone thought I was sweet, I'd be welcome and able to view the half dozen or so hot chicks in various states of undress. I don't know if y'all know how a fashion show works backstage, but the models are in a huge hurry to get out of one outfit and into another. As such, they are practically or completely nude for some of the time at every quick-change between walks out onto the runway. At first, I hung back and just observed. New Wave music blared and the very effeminate MC would describe the clothes and accessories on the model as she strutted down and back the catwalk. Upon her exit, another model would strut out. As soon as the model came backstage through the curtains, a flamer and/or a couple other half-naked hot-bodied models would strip her clothes off and help her get into the next outfit. The show was very fast-paced, and there weren't many models, so they had to change even more quickly than is usual. Being a supremely helpful person, I wanted to assist these dynamite babes, but how could I pull it off, so to speak? I decided my best tactic would be to act as gay as possible, so I played it up to the max with a slight lisp, waved my arms about wildly, and just generally strutted about like a flaming fag--not that there's anything wrong with that--to quote Jerry Seinfeld. When my girlfriend returned from her first runway walk, I immediately intercepted her and proceeded to undress her, assisted by a slim A-cup brunette wearing nothing but a pair of sheer panties. Doing my best gay guy imitation, I said, "Isn't she just gorgeous; I would just DIE to have her breasts!" tweaking both nipples of my girlfriend' boobs. The slim brunette agreed she had perfect tits, and stared at them admiringly as she helped her peel off the tight leather skirt. I boldly reached around the slim brunette and cupped her little boobs, encountering absolutely no resistance, as I said reassureadly, "You are a lovely slender tender thing with nice little ta-tas of your own, darlin'." "Gee, you're sweet," she said over her shoulder, arching her back and swaying her buns against my already half-hard cock. "But I wish you weren't quite SO sweet." Little did she know! My girlfriend was laughing out loud at my ridiculous antics and knew exactly what I was up to. Being utterly sexually decadent, she supported my act 100%, and it worked like a dream. The rest of the evening went similarly. Doing my best flaming gay guy, I'd step up and strip off the clothes of the next gorgeous babe coming off the cat walk, fondling her boobs and ass and just about every other part of their bodies. Emboldened, when I saw one with a little wet spot in the crotch of her panties a few moments before she was to go down the cat walk, I placed my finger on the spot and just said, "Oh, honey, I can't let you embarrass yourself," snatched them off, wiped her nice, bare pussy with the silk hanky from my blazer pocket, and pulled off my girlfriend's panties and up onto her hips. This shenanigan had a double benefit, as my girlfriend made her next catwalk in a short skirt without panties. Since I was backstage, I could not see anything, but from the sound of the crowd reaction, more than a few got an up-skirt view. I was certainly pushing it, and my girlfriend was having a helluva time suppressing her laughter, but she was having nearly as good a time as I was. I fondled the bodies of every girl in the show many times as I "helped" them get dressed and undressed over and over. Of course, the other models were touching each other all the while, too, which was particularly exciting. The only other model I knew, and I really only knew who she was, was a fabulous, big breasted brunette my age (all the others were a few years younger) who used to date a friend of a friend back when I was in high school. Bisexual, she had a reputation as extremely wild and kinky, and there was a rumor that she even did a porno flick that had a graphic FMF group sex scene. The height of the evening was when that girl was facing my girlfriend helping with her hair, and their boobs were jiggling against each other. They were the two best-looking girls in that group models, all of whom were hot. Suffice it to say that I had something on the order of a major erection. Months later, when my girlfriend was visiting me at college, I had managed with enormous effort to get a not-so-good-but-still-viewable copy of that porno in Beta format (the original was on 16 mm film), and my girlfriend and I watched it together. Talk about steamin'! Zoe kept rewinding to watch the two-girls-and-a-guy scene over and over and over, which featured plenty of girl-on-girl action, something I knew she'd never done but was now quite obviously interested in. I reminded her of the boob-jostling moment back at the fashion show, and, wet of pussy and hard of nip, Zoe, almost angry, said she would have loved to do an orgy with her that night, and why had I not just arranged it like I had the MFM with me, her, and my roommate the previous Halloween. Unfortunately, at that moment, she was in our home town in the other end of the state, and the only bi women I knew in my college town were ugly fat bitches. So, setting up menage a trois with Zoe and me and that gal instantly assumed first-priority status. I mean, having sex with my tall, leggy, blonde girlfriend at the same time as the short, super-boobed, brunet became nothing short of an obsession. With the determination of a bulldog, though it took a month because she had a very common name, was 400 miles away, and was no longer connected with anyone I knew, I was actually able to track her down and speak with her on the phone. Now, what do you say to a woman you only met once months before and are trying to set up a three-way with? The first challenge, of course, was her recalling just who we were. Astonishingly, she remembered Zoe and me—Zoe because of her ravishing tall beauty, and me due to my way-over-the-top dress and silly gay act at the fashion show. She was really surprised, as she'd bought my homo act hook, line and sinker, but, most importantly, pleasantly surprised, saying, "Geez, if I'd known that then, we coulda all piled into my bed together after the show!" I was on for what portended to be a menage a trois with two of the best-looking, sexiest women ever to walk the planet. I immediately tried to contact Zoe, but, being university bound, her brother said she was away with her parents on a multi-college trip and gone for two weeks. By the time I finally got an answer at her home, I was only able to talk with her mom, who said she was back out on an equestrian competition trip. So, at that point, I was shooting for Spring Break, but by then, our relationship had gone south, and the orgy was, consequently, not in the cards. Chalk up another one in the lost opportunity column. Fashion Show Leads To More Now all of you know how much of an exhibitionist I am. I love showing off my body and James loves it too. For about 6 months now we've been slowly teasing James's best friend, Dean. We've been sending him sexy pictures of me over snapchat. They went from me in a bikini or a singlet with no bra to naked but with my nipples or pussy covered. We finally decided to take it up a notch and meet him in person and have me model some of my outfits for him. The plan was to be to get down to a micro bikini we recently purchased, possibly topless. If I let him, he could touch my ass but that was it, I didn't want to get naked or play with James. That was to be saved for another day. But knowing me and how horny I get when I drink, coupled with the fact I was showing myself off, things went much further than I thought. We arrived at Dean's house around 8pm. James poured myself and Dean a few shots and I downed them like juice, not due to nerves (I was more excited than anything), I just love the taste! I sat on James's lap as he fondled me chatting away and laughing with Dean. I was wearing a low cut singlet with my bra showing and a lot of cleavage. I had on tights which showed off my bubble butt. I've been working out a lot since our last few stories and have gotten a lot fitter. My stomach is flatter, I'm skinnier which means my chest looks bigger in proportion to my waist but my ass has gotten bigger due to all the squats. It's also gotten a much rounder and firmer shape. After the drinks started to hit Dean and I, I went up to start the fashion show. The first outfit was a backless top with my tights. It was white, thin and had one button at the neck. It was a very loose top, totally backless and showed off a lot of side boob. Obviously I removed my bra. I walked down the stairs nervous. I had showed Dean this top via snapchat but not in person. My nipples were rock hard from my excitement. I knew from experience that the top did very little at covering my hard nipples and I got the reaction I wanted when I walked down and Dean immediately commented on my nipples. I stood there with my pussy tingling as my nipples poked out very prominently from underneath the thing white material. James got up and came up behind me and started massaging my boobs, much to my delight. It was very clear I wasn't wearing a bra and shook them to the appreciation of James and Dean. I started to tease James and Dean by pulling the top down. This has the effect of pressing it tight against my boobs and showing off the curves of my perky boobs and rock hard nipples. Dean could do nothing but stare at my nipples. "Turn around babe and show us the back", James instructed. I did as I was told and moved my hair to the side to show that the top was totally backless. Then I turned to the side and bent over. The loose shirt moved away from my body and my bare breasts were visible from through the arm holes of the top. After a quick flash I was up and walking up the stairs for outfit number two. Next was a tight short red mini skirt and black swimsuit top. I had modified it so it was a halter neck top. The front was very low and came down to my stomach in a deep V shape. I moved the V apart till it just covered my nipples and walked down excited. I did a quick twirl and stood facing James and Dean. James immediately got up and was massaging my boobs again. The black fabric of the top was very thin (being a swimsuit) and my nipples were jutting out quite prominently. I reached back and felt James's semi-hard cock. I could tell he was enjoying himself and Dean was openly starring at James groping my tits. I felt very comfortable and horny. Here I was being openly fondled in front of James's best friend. Next was the same skirt (but this time without panties) and a very loose halter neck top. Now when I say loose, I mean if I danced for about 5 seconds my nipples would pop out. If I bent over, my nipples would pop out. "Now this was what I wanted Haley to wear to your 25th Dean". "No way, that's way too scandalous", was his reply. And it was. I might have just been naked. I picked up Dean's drink and bent over in front of him, giving him a good look down my top. Someone my nipples stayed in place but he saw most of my boobs. Deciding to tease him further, I started dancing and within seconds my nipples were out. "Oops, they just don't stay in place", I said as I adjusted the top to cover my rock hard nipples. "No need to cover up, your nipples are amazing", Dean commented. "They are aren't they", James replied as he walked over behind me and cupped both breasts and started massaging them again. Here I was with my boobs just covered by James's hand, nothing more. James slowly moved his hands away and I replaced them and started to tease Dean. "Do you want to see my boobs Dean?" I seductively started massaging and groping my tits. I moved just one finger to cover my nipples and teased my nipples. Dean was getting drunk and his jaw was open wide as he was watching me. His hand was down gently massaging his ever growing cock through his pants. I needed some attention and straddled James and started kissing him passionately. The mini skirt, being so tight, started riding up my thighs and half way over my ass. James loves my butt and his hands were quickly groping them expertly. He has very strong hands and knows just how to massage my ass. I was moaning into his mouth as I kissed him, feeling my skirt ride up further and further. I tried in vain to pull it down knowing I was naked under there (oh by the way, I had gotten a brazillian that day so was very smooth) but James wasn't having any of that. He pulled me in close and started gently sucking my nipples as his hands pulled up my skirt fully exposing my ass and freshly waxed pussy. I was soaked! The thought of being exposed in front of Dean had me on fire. James was groping me and spreading my cheeks. Eventually I pulled my skirt down and got up only to notice Dean on the ground with an innocent cheeky look on his face. He had been on the ground looking up my skirt at my ass and pussy. He looked adorable, like a child caught opening presents a day early. I stood up, adjusted the skirt to cover my pussy and ass, pulled the top over my nipples and stumbled up the stairs (by this time I was very tipsy). The next outfit was a smaller pink flowy mini skirt and singlet. I put on a black thong and made my way down the stairs. Now the singlet does very little to cover my nipples and as soon as I was down the stairs I was adjusting it to cover them. I turned around and got on all fours on the couch, crawling, sticking my ass out towards James and Dean. "Oh my God!" I smiled to myself. Both James and Dean couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Babe, your ass has never looked that good in a thong, I can't believe how hot you are!" James said. That was all the encouragement I needed and I stuck my ass out as much as possible and started to shake it for them. "I think that skirt needs to come off babe, don't you Dean?" Dean could only nod in agreement. I slowly undid the zip at the back of the skirt and slid it down to the ground. I was standing giving them a look at my profile and so decided to turn around and get back on the couch. James came over and started massaging my ass again, then spanking it gently. "Do you think Dean should get a feel?" "Ummmmm, does he want to?" He nodded once again. My heart was racing at the thought of another man touching me. I was so turned on. I knew this was where tonight would go but it was actually getting to that point. I watched as James took Dean's hand and put it on my right ass cheek. He immediately started groping me, not too rough, but just the right amount to make me know he was enjoying himself. "I can't believe this is happening, my mind can't process this right now", Dean said as he continued gently touching my ass. "Spank it Dean", I said. I couldn't believe I wanted him to spank my ass. The fact James's best friend was touching me had me so worked up I wanted more! He didn't waste any time and immediately I felt him spank me gently. He was so nervous his hand was shaking. Deciding they'd had enough, I stood up, picked up my skirt and walked up to change into my next outfit. The next costume was a school girl outfit. The skirt was tiny, there's no other way to put it. It covered less than half my ass. On the picture on ebay it didn't cover the girl's ass so there was no way it was going to cover my big ass. It had a wrap around top with a bow at the front and two suspenders that I tied at the back. "Offft", was all Dean could say when I walked down the stairs. "Do you think this skirt is long enough?" Both James and Dean shook their heads. They were speechless. They were sitting on the couch, elbows on knees, face in their hands like little kids just starring. I came closer to their faces and turned around and bent over, bending my knees and sticking my ass out as much as possible. I heard them both draw a sharp breath at the view. I decided to up the ante and walked back up, took off the top and used the suspenders to cover my nipples. The suspenders couldn't cover my boobs and did little to cover my nipples. They kept popping out but that's exactly what I wanted. Once again Dean and James were speechless. James got up, came up to me and kissed me passionately as his hands fell to my hands. "I have to touch myself", Dean said. I smiled at the thought of him touching himself looking at me. James turned me around so my ass was facing Dean and he started groping, shaking and spanking me for his friend. He must have motioned Dean to come over because I soon had Dean's hands on my ass and James's hands caressing my back as he kissed me. I was moaning and my thong was soaked. I was so horny that I needed to cum bad! Wanting to showcase my final outfit, I somehow managed to pull away from James and walked up the stairs. "Wait, we need to watch you walk up those stairs", James said. I slowed down and deliberately stuck out my ass as I wiggled it and walked up the stairs. "Oh my God, her ass is out of this world!" Dean complimented. My final outfit was a micro bikini. The bikini was basically a string back with an inch over each nipple and my pussy. It did not cover much at all. I could see my left areola peeking out from under the black fabric. "Do you think I could wear this out to Bondi beach Dean?" He just nodded. I laughed. I knew it was too crazy for a non-nude beach, especially in Sydney, but obviously Dean wasn't thinking rationally. "Bend over babe" James instructed. I bent over knowing full well the string at the back wasn't going to cover much. I was wet and the micro thong had slipped into my pussy lips and my lips were poking out from either side engulfing the bikini bottom (James told me afterwards). Next thing I knew two sets of hands were on my ass groping me and I was loving it. I stood up and James got down on his knees and gently rubbed my pussy through the bikini bottom. I closed my eyes and moaned hoping for more but it his fingers were gone. "You've never felt the effects of a brazillian wax have you, feel Haley", James told Dean. He looked at me and I nodded my approval. He tentatively reached over and felt my bikini bottoms and could feel how smooth I was under it. He didn't touch my pussy but just above my clit. This was incredible. I'd never been touched by someone else and here I was standing in this tiny bikini with Dean's hands on me. What a turn on! "I need to cum", I said as I sat on the edge of the couch and spread my legs wide. James came up next to me and kissed me passionately as his hands expertly teased my clit. I moaned out loud and closed my eyes and enjoyed his fingers on my clit. I couldn't believe I was sitting with my legs in front of another man as James was pleasing me. I needed to really kiss James and I also wanted to tease Dean further. I pushed James onto the couch and straddled him. "Ok Dean, you can't move, you have to sit there". I started kissing James and undid my bikini top. My heart was pounding in my chest from the excitement of being topless in front of Dean. "Oh my God, what's happening", James said, clearly enjoying himself and wanting to tease Dean further. I could hear Dean breathing heavily as he was beating his cock furiously. I threw the bikini top to the ground and grabbed James's hands and put them on my boobs. He didn't need any further encouragement and started massaging my tits as we kissed passionately. It felt wonderfully erotic to be topless but so in control. Hearing Dean breathing heavily and knowing he was jerking himself off because of me was turning me on. "This is too cruel babe, I think Dean wants you to turn around", James said in between sucking each nipple. I wanted to turn around, but I hadn't planned to do that. Then again, I was so horny I didn't care. I knew what I wanted to do and I knew I was going to do it no matter what. The question was whether I drag it out. I was too horny to drag it out and I stood up and covered my tits and turned towards Dean. "Do you want to see my boobs Dean?" "Yes!" I wanted him to see them. He was so eager, so horny for me. I felt incredible being in control. Having James and Dean so horny, feeling so wanted, so needed, having them lusting after my body. I was in a heightened state of arousal. I readied myself and dropped my hands to my sides, finally unveiling my boobs to Dean. "Oh my God, those nipples, they're amazing". Dean was furiously working his cock and it was making me hotter. "I think you should really tease him babe", James said as he motioned me closer to Dean. "Straddle him and put your boobs right in front of his face, but tell him he can't touch", James whispered in my ear. My mind was reeling. Topless is one thing, but straddling him topless? Did James really want me to? He did! Did I? I think I did. I felt unsure but I knew it would be hot. I knew Dean would go crazy, and that's what we were here for, to tease him. I slowly straddled him. All I was wearing was this tiny micro bikini bottom, nothing else. "You can't touch ok?" Dean nodded. I moved my boobs closer to his face. His eyes were almost glazed, his breathing very heavy. His hands were on his cock massaging them as my boobs were inches from his face. To his credit he did as he was told and didn't move, though I'm sure it was a struggle. "Ok go sit on the other couch", I instructed James and Dean. I sat on the edge of the couch and spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. "I need to cum James, make me cum!" "Come here", he instructed. He stood up and started kissing me passionately. I was now standing topless in front of Dean as James's right hand slowly worked its way to my aching pussy. He slipped his middle finger inside the bottoms and into my pussy. I was so wet it easily slipped in. He started slowly pumping his finger in and out of my pussy. I couldn't hold it and started moaning out loud as he fingered me. The bikini bottom was restricting his access and it wasn't covering my pussy anyway. Dean was once again on his hands and knees right in front of my pussy watching intently. With one swift motion James slipped the thong off and now I was left standing naked. "I can't believe this is happening", Dean exclaimed. Neither could I! I was naked in front of Dean but I didn't care. James was fingering me hard and I was screaming out in pleasure. "Haley looks so hot, her orgasm face is amazing!" I had never thought I looked attractive when I was being fingered or cumming but this gave me some much needed confidence. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I begged James to keep going. "Don't stop, make me cum, make me squirt", I pleaded. James continued fingering me hard and soon I was shaking as my pussy juices being gushing covering his whole hand. I pushed his hand away shaking as Dean used his finger to scoop some of my cum and licked it. The whole scene was very erotic. I pushed James on the couch and took out his cock and went straight to work. I licked his shaft up and down, licked the head and engulfed his cock down to the base, gagging slightly. "Haley looks like she gives such a good blowjob", Dean said as he worked his cock hard. He was jerking away as I bobbed up and down on James's rock hard cock. This was the first time James had his cock out in front of his friend but the whole scene was so erotic he was rock hard. Dean as starring at me encouraging me to make James cum. "Get up babe, I need to lick you". I started to protest as I was sensitive from being fingered and didn't think I'd come but I also wanted his expert tongue on my clit. I lay down and spread my legs. Dean finally got a good close up look at my pussy lips as James spread them and went to work pleasing me. I just moaned out loud as he gently kissed my clit, then licked and started sucking on it. I didn't think I would cum but it felt amazing. James started sucking me harder and Dean's face was right next to my nipple. "Please let me suck your nipple", he pleaded. "No, you have to wait". "Please..." "Ok, suck me", I moaned. Without missing a beat Dean's mouth wrapped around my left nipple and started sucking and sucking for all it was worth. It hurt a little but it was so erotic. I couldn't believe another man was sucking my nipple as James was licking out my wet pussy. I knew I wasn't going to cum as I was very sensitive after the intense fingering but the whole scene was so erotic. James's tongue on my clit felt amazing and I lay there moaning as Dean continued sucking my tits. "Suck the other one", I moaned but he was too immersed in my right nipple that he didn't hear. My nipple was getting too sensitive so I pushed him away but he didn't seem to care as he continued beating off his cock while staring intently at me as I moaned. James licked his middle finger on his right hand and slowly inserted it into my wet pussy. I didn't think I could take more but i wanted it! James started fingering me, slowly at first but soon was slamming into me as I screamed and screamed in pleasure. I could hear Dean breathing heavily as he continued jerking off his cock. I couldn't take it anymore and my body shook in another orgasm. I pushed James's hand away and knelt to the ground in front of him. i pulled out his cock, moaning at how hard he was and went to work on his magnificent cock. My body was still spasming from my orgasm but I continued as best I could to suck him. Dean sat next to James watching me and continued jerking off. I made sure I gave James a sloppy, very vocal blowjob as I wanted to put on the best show possible (the exhibitionist in me of course). I moaned as I bobbed up and down on his cock, taking it all the way to the base to make sure it was nice and wet. I pulled up, gasping for breath and started jerking off his cock. "See how amazing her tits look when she jerks me off, see how they jiggle", James said to Dean. Dean could only nod as he watched me jerking off his best friend. Now James always comments how sexy I look when I jerk him off. My perky round full boobs jiggle as I jerk him off and it usually makes him cum quite quick looking at them. I made sure to squeeze give my boobs an extra little shake as I worked on James's cock ensuring they jiggled more than usual. "Ok babe, go stand over there and show us your sexy body", James instructed. On a sexual high, I stood up and modelled for them again. I turned around and shook my ass, then bent over and started playing with my pussy. It felt amazing! I could feel their eyes burning into me and my fingers worked on my clit. Oh how I wished James would have plunged his rock hard cock into my aching pussy and pounded me for all I was worth. Fashion Show Leads To More I felt like a dirty slut, like a whore, James's whore. I loved it. I loved the control I felt as I teased both James and Dean. I could hear them both furiously jerking themselves off watching me. I turned around, sat on the edge of the couch, spread my legs and started rubbing my clit. "Mhmmmmm", I moaned. My fingers were doing their job and I was very worked up. I needed a cock! I walked back to James, knelt on the ground and started sucking his cock once more. "I don't think I can cum babe", he said. I didn't care, this was for me as much as for him. I continued enjoying his cock, taking my time, sucking his cock slowly, bobbing up and down. I was savouring his cock and savouring being watched. Finally I got up and stood in front of them both. I let them have one last look at me naked before i turned around and walked towards the stairs (naked of course). I turned around before I walked up the stairs to see Dean, his elbows on his knees, hands cupping either side of his face, jaw open, completely astonished at what had just happened. I smiled to myself. That's the exact kind of expression I wanted. It felt amazing knowing how much I had turned him on. All I could think of was what would I let him do next time. To be continued...