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Bad Girl Ch. 01

By: jimcurt99



Punishment

I sat in the dark waiting, fuming, getting more and more angry. She had disobeyed me for the last time. I loved my daughter very much, and usually I was very kind and gentle with her, but tonight I was going to lay down the law. 

Click- the lock on the front door turned. She slipped quietly inside.

As usual she was a vision- tall and thin, with flawless tan skin, small pert breasts and a perfect firm ass. She was wearing a tiny black dress that clung suggestively to her perfect 18 year old body. Kimi set down her purse and removed the black high heels she had been wearing and started to sneak toward the stairs and the safety of her bedroom.

"When I said ten-o-clock- I meant TEN-O-CLOCK" I announced loudly.

She jumped when she heard me. "Jesus Daddy, you scared the shit out of me" she said breathlessly.

I set down my bourbon and got up. "Where have you been?"

"I was at Sara's- doing homework" She bent down gracefully and set her shoes on the floor.

"I've noticed when you go to Sara's you always dress up like some sort of a whore"

"Fuck you Daddy! I can do what I want!"

I quickly advanced toward her and with one quick motion I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her hard against the wall. "YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOUNG LADY!" I clamped down harder on her neck and pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the wall. Our faces where just inches apart. She smelled wonderful.

As I loosened my grip slightly, she took a quick breath, finally able to breath again. "I kind of like it when you dress like that though." I slowly moved my free hand up her body, stopping on her right breast and squeezing.

She gasped. 

"You know I've seen what you and Sara do in the afternoon while I'm at work" I whispered, "Don't you know that your new computer has a webcam?" "Why do you think I set it up facing your bed?" 

"You know that little tramp Sara is almost as hot as you are."

"Almost ..."

I grabbed the top of her her dress and pulled down as hard as I could, easily ripping the delicate fabric. Her perfect breasts sprung forth as the upper half of her dress fell away in tatters.

"Daddy STOP, your scaring me!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"I'll stop when I damn well please" I growled, "Now it's time for your punishment." SLAP!

"You need ..."

SLAP!

"To learn ..."

SLAP!

"DISCIPLINE!"

SLAP!

"Daddy PLEASE stop" she begged.

I grabbed her lucious breasts and began to pinch her nipples hard. "Ooh baby- I've been dreaming of this for years." I clamped my lips onto hers and forced my tongue between her exquisite lips. She tasted fantastic. I forced her back against the wall and continued to kiss her. My right hand moved down her body and found the bottom of her dress as my left hand continued to assault her now hardened nipples.

She was no longer crying but had begun to return my forceful kiss, I moved my right hand up and started to rub her crotch. She had begun to grind her crease against my hand, at this point her wetness betrayed her, she was beginning to really enjoy this.

As I continued to finger her slit I broke the liplock. "You're not to old for a good spanking you know, and that's just what you're getting." I grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and dragged her towards the couch.

"OWW" she screamed.

"Quite Kimberly!" I snapped back.

I flopped onto the couch and draped her over my knees. She began to tremble slightly as I pulled up her dress, exposing her perfect ass, which was barely covered by a skimpy black lace thong. I started to massage her ass, ahd then, without warning-

SMACK! A small yelp escaped her lips.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her cheeks where now a bright rosy red and she was squirming in my lap.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Kimi began to grind her crotch against my leg and was moaning loudly.

"OH Daadyy" SMACK!

"OH, OOHHH" I grabbed the waistband of her panties and ripped them off.

"OHHH" Quickly I inserted a finger into her cunt and started to pushing in and out, faster and faster. As I fucked her I brought my thumb around and started to rub her clit.

"OH, OH, OH, AHH" In and out faster and faster.

"OH DADDY I'M CUMMING. O O O OHHH" She began to spasm, shaking uncontrollably.

"OH, AH, AHH, AHHHH"

"OH, OH"

"OHH"

I continued to softly rub her crotch as her shaking finally subsided. Kimi looked up at me, her cheeks still stained with tears.

I raised my hand to her lips and offered her a finger. She eagerly licked it clean.

"Your going to be my good little girl from now on, aren't you Kimi?"

"Yes Daddy" She grabbed my hand and began to lick off the rest of her juices.

"You will do ANYTHING I say"

"Yes Daddy- ANYTHING" She smiled.

By now she sitting up in my lap, very slowly grinding her pussy against my now raging hard on. I grabbed what remained of her dress and ripped it off, raising it to her cheek to wipe off the tears. I tossed it aside.

"We'll have to get you a new one of those"

"I love you Daddy"

"I love you too, baby- now I think it's your turn to take care of Daddy"

"I thought you'd never ask" she cooed.

Slowly she sank off my lap and onto her knees before me. She leisurely began to work on my belt- unfastening it slowly and carefully.

"You know I've never done THIS before" she said.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine honey."

Kimi unsnapped my pants, and then very carefully, very deliberately lowered the zipper. She moved both hands up to my shirt and pulled it from pants. Quickly I unbuttoned it and tossed it aside.

Then her hands moved to my bulge and began to rub it through the silk of my boxers, lightly she kissed it. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, pulling her up into me. She continued massaging my cock, which felt as though it was about to burst. I broke the kiss, my hands roaming everywhere over her flawless body.

"You know you don't have to do this- If you don't want to"

"Don't want to? Are you crazy Daddy?- I've been waiting for this" she replied. "Me and Sara talk about it all the time."

"Oh really?" Now I was beginning to wonder who was the boss here.

"And as soon as I finish sucking your cock- You're going to FUCK ME."

"Whatever my little girl wants."

"This is what I want" she said as she jerked down my boxers, immediately plunging my cock into her waiting mouth. My little darling was bobbing up and down, taking me completely into her warm, wet mouth and out again with each stroke.

I was in heaven. My sweet, innocent baby was working my cock like pornstar.

As she bobbed up and down Kimi started rubbing my back and then down to my ass. I leaned forward to give her better access and began to rub her shoulders.

Then she did something I wasn't quite expecting. She removed her mouth from my cock and spit on her fingers, then quickly positioned her hand between the cheeks of my ass.

"Honey?"

As she lowered her mouth to my cock again she stuck a finger up my ass and began pumping.

"Oh Godd!"

I thrust my hips forward, jamming my dick as far down her throat as I could and began shooting cum into her mouth. She grasped the base of my shaft and milked it for all it was worth, greedily sucking me dry, then swallowed every last drop.

"Deeelicious" she giggled.

"Where did you learn THAT trick?"

"My God Daddy, Sara LOVES it when I stick my finger up her ass," she answered. "I was betting you would too!"

"Christ! I need a drink." I reached over to the table and grabbed my rather watery bourbon and downed what was left. I lifted my legs and Kimi removed my pants and boxers. Then she hopped up on the couch next me and began to nuzzle my chest.

"You are amazing baby- the best daughter in the world."

"Thank you Daddy" She started to rub my cock as she planted small, soft kisses all over my chest.

"So when are we going to fuck?"

"You are a little SLUT" I grabbed her hips and rolled her over, slapping her ass once more.

"Get on your hands and knees, you horny little bitch!"

"Oh Daddy! You're so forceful!" She started to giggle again.

She thrust her ass up into the air exposing her beautiful, moist pussy. I bent forward and licked the full length of her slit. She shuddered.

"Daddy fuck me- PLEASE!"

I grabbed her hips and positioned the tip of my cock in her pussy. Slowly I pushed forward- the resistance was amazing. I kept pushing until I was buried completely. 

"Daddy- OH my God it hurts Daddy!"

"Don't worry baby- that won't last long."

I began to push in and out, building my pace. She was so tight. I moved my hands from her hips to her tits, leaning closer to her. I pounded harder and harder, faster and faster.

"Daddy FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

"KIMI, OH, OH, KIMI" I grabbed a huge wad of her hair and jerked her head back.

"I"M ALMOST THERE DADDY, OH OH OH"

She started shaking.

"OH OH OH" I rammed into her as hard as I could, cumming deep inside her. I thrust again, as she continued shaking, in again, in again, then I collapsed on top of her.

"Jesus Christ" I kissed the back of her neck and began to massage her shoulders.

"Are you taking your birth control pills?"

"Of course Daddy, you're the one who took me to get them, remember?"

"Duhh, I didn't think I was the reason you would need them."

"Don't worry Daddy, all the boys my age are pigs, they aren't touching me.'

"What about Sara? Is she on the pill?"

"Sure daddy. Why?"

I lifted myself up and she rolled over, now we where face to face. She tilted her head up and kissed me. Soon we were making out like a couple of teenagers, groping, rubbing, feeling, exploring; but there was only one teenager on this couch.

"I think you need to ask Sara to spend the night this weekend baby."

Bad Girl Ch. 02



I want to thank lollipopslut Q for her help with this story, my writing skills leave a bit to be desired, it's nice to have some help! More parts will be coming. Hope you like it!

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Ding Dong!

"Can you get the door Daddy?" I heard my daughter ask from upstairs.

"Sure Honey." I took a quick swig from my beer and got up. As I opened the door my breath was taken away. It was Sara, and she was a marvel to behold. She was about the same height as Kimi but with much fairer skin, and sun streaked shoulder length blonde hair that framed her face perfectly. She was wearing a lacy pink half top and very short denim cut-offs.

"Hi Sara, come on in." I said as she stepped in and dropped her overnight bag on the floor.

"Hi Mr. C, Kimi told me all about last night." She said as she turned toward me, her smoldering blue eyes locked onto mine. She moved forward and pressed her trim 18 year old body into mine. Her arms encircled me, and she forced our lips together. We kissed for several seconds as her hands moved up and down my back. Sara shifted slightly and raised her knee into my crotch, gently grinding it against me.

"Can't wait for my turn." she purred as she broke the kiss.

"Hey! Plenty of time for that later!" Kimi called out as she bounded down the stairs.

"Hi there Lover!" Sara gushed as they rushed toward one another. They embraced immediately, locking into a deep passionate kiss. As they ground together Sara grabbed Kimi's firm ass and began kneading it aggressively, moving her own hips in a circular motion as they continued to make out.

Sara's hands moved upward, fondling Kimi's perfect tits, then they slipped down beneath her bikini bottom and went straight for her pussy.

"My God, you are in a hurry today, aren't you?" Kimi scolded, slapping Sara's hands away. I had seen them together on the webcam before, but in person this was much better.

"Don't stop on my account," I stammered.

"Oh Daddy." Kimi giggled as they pulled slightly apart.

"I love your new swimsuit!" Sara cooed, admiring Kimi's tiny yellow bikini.

"That's why you're trying to get me out of it so quick, isn't it? - So you can steal it!" Kimi laughed.

Sara giggled, "Let's hit the hot tub."

"Sounds good to me!" Kimi agreed. They turned and started up the stairs, hand in hand. "We're going up to change Daddy, be back in a sec." 

I adjusted my hard on in my boxers, almost cumming when I touched it. This was going to be a very good day.

When they got to the top of the stairs Sara turned and looked at me then whispered something in Kimi's ear. They burst out laughing. 

"Good idea!" I heard Kimi say as they disappeared into her room. 

I picked up Sara's bag and carried it upstairs, depositing it at Kimi's doorway. All that could be heard from inside was muffled giggling.

Back downstairs I headed for the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. I grabbed my glass and went to my office, where I turned on the webcam to see what the girls were up to.

Kimi was still wearing the yellow bikini and Sara was completely nude, facing away from the camera and looking at herself in the full length mirror. Kimi handed her a tiny red swimsuit which she held up in front of her amazing body. As Sara turned and started to put on the bikini she looked right into the camera. A huge grin crossed Sara's face as she pointed at the camera, waved, and then said something to Kimi. Kimi leapt across the room and stuck her face in the camera, laughing and making funny faces. Then they both smiled and blew kisses in my direction.

I took a swig from my glass and softly rubbed my bulge.

Sara had finished donning the swimsuit by now and she approached Kimi from behind, grabbing her breasts and kissing her neck at the same time. Kimi pushed her ass back and ground it against Sara's crotch. Sara waved to the camera again and they both disappeared from view.

Quickly I went to the kitchen and grabbed three wine glasses and went outside. Pulling up a comfy lawn chair I set the glasses on the table and turned to face the hot tub. Both girls were laughing as they entered the yard and I called out, using my best snotty waiter voice, "Would the ladies like some wine?"

"All right Mr. C! You think of everything!" Sara answered enthusiastically as she stepped over to the table and promptly settled herself in my lap. Kimi moved a chair behind mine and seated herself, then reached forward and began massaging my shoulders. We sipped our wine, Sara slowly ground her supple body against me while Kimi rubbed and softly kissed my neck. 

Finishing off what was left of her wine Sara loudly announced, "More wine, Garcon!" She hopped off my lap and headed toward the tub, turning back to look at Kimi. "Come on Lover, time to soak!"

"Be right there!" Kimi chimed. She gave me one final kiss then got up and strolled toward the sauna. I couldn't help but admire her firm, round ass as she walked past me. Don't get me wrong, Sara was very hot, but nobody could compare to my little Kimi. After a moment I snapped out of my reverie and remembered Sara's request.

"Yes! More wine!" I proclaimed. Gathering up the glasses I headed toward the kitchen. I began pouring refills as I peeked out the window to see that the girls were already all over each other. They were kissing as though their very lives depended on it and I stared, hypnotized by the sight. Eventually I made my way back outside, next to the hot tub.

"More wine?" I managed to say. Slowly the intensity of their passion decreased until they were able to break the kiss. Breathing heavily they continued to casually fondle one another as they reached for the wine.

"Thanks Daddy!" Kimi took a deep gulp. "Yummy!"

"You know Mr. C, You don't have to get us drunk, you're gonna get lucky anyway" Sara snickered.

"Ooo Daddy, I think Sara likes you!" Kimi teased. Sara leaned forward and whispered into Kimi's ear again. They both looked at me, laughing.

"Oh, that's mean!" Kimi giggled. "Let's do it!"

"What are you two up to?" I asked, starting to worry just a little.

"Nothing Daddy!" they replied in unison.

"Hey, I'm her Daddy, not yours." I raised an eyebrow at Sara as I sat back down in my chair.

"Oh whatever Daddy" Sara answered back.

"Does this make us sisters?" Kimi blurted and they both burst out laughing. Apparently the wine was beginning to take effect. Still giggling, Sara got up and sat on the edge of the tub.

"Get over here, Lover" Sara commanded.

Kimi looked up at her and instantly the giggling stopped. They seemed to fuse together, their passion ignited once more. Kimi's lips slowly worked their way up Sara's body; the red bikini top was quickly removed. Kimi attacked Sara's rock hard nipples with her tongue, pulling herself from the water as they began to grind together.

Sara reached behind Kimi and untied her top, pulled it down then tossed it aside. They pressed their tits together. Kimi's dark, tan body contrasting beautifully with Sara's glowing porcelain complexion. Sara lounged back onto the deck while Kimi slowly worked her way down her body, planting tender kisses all the way. When she got to Sara's bikini, she grasped it in her teeth and pulled it down. Sara raised her ass slightly to make Kimi's job easier but by the time it got down to her knees, Kimi lost patience and quickly pulled it off.

Sara's legs were spread wide and Kimi dove in, licking and sucking for all she was worth. She plunged her tongue deep into Sara's hot, wet pussy, then out and up to her clit. Sara was gyrating wildly, as Kimi continued her assault on her clit. 

"Oh, ah ah ah, shit! I'm cumming!!" Sara screamed as she thrashed about on the deck. Kimi held on, her mouth still clamped on Sara's cunt while she rode out her orgasm. 

"Oohh yeah, that was amazing." Sara purred as Kimi moved back up her body, pausing to suck her hard nipples.

"You taste wonderful my dear." Kimi said.

"Lets see" Sara answered as they began to make out again. By now my shorts were around my ankles, and I was slowly stroking my cock. The girls broke apart and looked toward me.

"Hey Sara I think Daddy wants to play!" Kimi grinned.

"Let's get him!" Sara answered excitedly and they were on me in a heartbeat. Sara went straight for my cock while Kimi gave me a deep, passionate kiss on the lips before she moved down and began to suck and kiss my neck. I didn't think I could hold out much longer. Sara was alternating between licking and kissing the length of my cock and plunging the entire thing into her warm, inviting mouth.

"Oh god Sara, Kimi!, Almost! Almost!" I groaned.

And then they stopped. 

My cock was quivering, ready to explode, and they ... stopped.

The girls stepped back, giggling. 

"This is not funny!" I fumed. "What kind of game are you two playing?"

"Oh we'll take care of you, don't worry about that Daddy" Kimi stated with a sly grin.

"Right now we're going to take care of each other." Sara gave Kimi another deep wet kiss and the girls turned and sprinted into the house, laughing.

Shit. "At least I can spy on them with the webcam" I grumbled.

Removing my boxers from around my ankles, I limped into the house and headed straight for the office. I stared at the computer screen, unable to believe what I was seeing. Instead of two beautiful, sexy teenage girls making love to one another I saw a small handwritten sign blocking the camera:"NO BOYS ALLOWED." Damn! These two were mean.

I went back to the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine, determined to make the best of the situation. Two weeks ago I would have killed for problems like this. Plodding into the living room, I turned on the big screen and switched to the porn channel. I could hear moaning and screaming coming from upstairs as I drank my wine and tried to concentrate on the TV. 

"Here's your pizza miss Johnson."

"Ooo does it come with extra ... sausage?"

"Why yes, it does." Zzzzip.

"Great plot," I mumbled sarcastically. "At least the chick is hot."

I must have dozed off for a bit because as the fog lifted I felt hot breath on my neck, soft hands caressing my chest and someone blew in my ear.

"Wake up sunshine! Now it's your turn" Sara whispered. She stood up before me, completely nude, slowly stroking her clit.

"Where's Kimi?" I asked, expecting to see them both.

"We drew straws, I won." Sara answered. "She'll be down later."

Sara knelt down and began to suck my cock for the second time today. This time she moved much slower, more deliberately. She kissed my balls, and then licked the entire length up to the head, which she tenderly kissed. She continued to lick and suck, planting gentle kisses here and there until I was ready to burst.

As she rubbed my shaft up and down Sara looked up at me. "Let's go upstairs and fuck."

I wasn't really sure why we needed to go upstairs, but at this point I didn't really care.

"Whatever you say, Honey." I replied. Sara grabbed my cock and led me upstairs to Kimi's room, sprawling out on the bed as soon as we got there. I grabbed her hips and rolled her over, lifting her ass up in the air. "You girls were very bad today. Don't you know you shouldn't tease?"

"I'm ready for my punishment, Mr. C." Sara answered, her voice fluttering.

I brought my hands forward and gently massaged her ass, working my way up the small of her back and then down again to her cheeks. Her skin was so soft, so smooth; I bent forward and gave her a soft kiss on one cheek. 

Then I pulled back and let it rip.

Smack, smack, smack! I brought my hand down on her ass.

"Punish me Mr. C." Sara moaned.

Smack, Smack!

Sara's hand was rubbing up and down her slit, plunging in and out while I spanked her.

Smack!

She was beginning to shudder, spasms rocking her young, lithe body.

"Ahh, oh shit!" She yelled. I leaned in, planting my mouth on her pussy as she came. She jerked as I plunged my tongue deep into her delicious slit, devouring all of the precious juices that I could.

As I stood up, I let a long trail of saliva fall on Sara's asshole.

"No more teasing, right?"

Sara had stopped shaking, but was still out of breath, panting. 

"If that's the punishment," she took another deep breath, "I'm going to be bad all the time."

I grabbed her hips again, positioning the tip of my cock against her asshole and savagely thrust forward, burying myself as deeply as I could.

"Shit!" She screamed.

"Sorry Honeybunch, but this is the punishment." I violently plunged in and out, forcing my cock as deep as possible into her tight little asshole.

"Ahh, shit, shit, shit, fuck me!" she pleaded.

"Ohh Sara!!" I moaned.

"Fuck me harder! Please! Harder Mr. C!" she demanded as I continued to ram into her, fucking her as roughly as I could.

"Shit, shit, Shh-it!" she howled, her body beginning to spasm with pleasure.

Smack! Smack! Smack! I gave her ass a few more good, hard slaps.

"Ahh, ahh, ah, ah! Oh fuck my ass!" She groaned. I speared into her one last time as I finally came. We both shook uncontrollably. I feebly thrust forward several more times then collapsed in a heap on the bed. Sara rolled over and gave me a deep, hard kiss.

"That's the kind of discipline I need" Sara giggled. I looked up and saw Kimi standing in the doorway.

"Nice show!" she said, clapping enthusiastically. "Sorry Daddy, but I made a little mess on your office chair."

"That's okay, Babydoll. I'm sure we can clean it up."

"Daddy you need to get a microphone for the webcam. It's not nearly as hot without sound." She ran forward and hopped on the bed.

As I lay there, snuggling with two of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen, I couldn't help but wonder how I had gotten this lucky. All those years, nothing, and now this. It was as if someone somewhere had thrown a switch that had transported me into porno world.

"Mr. C," Sara pouted slightly, "my mom's a bitch. Can I move in here?"

I sure was glad they threw that switch.



Bad Girl Ch. 02



"Meridith, I want you to just stand up and bare your breasts." Doctor Tomlinson told me.

I looked up at him. We were in perhaps our 5th or 6th session, I wasn't really sure of that. This time he had hooked a simple heart monitor to me, then had me sit down. I could not see the screen from my seat, and he had the sound turned off.

Doctor Hajjari had made arrangements for the sessions, he had walked into my office one afternoon, there was a paperwork error and he simply wanted my handwritten notes so they could correct the billings.

I was sitting there quietly crying.

I am a sexual surrogate, I had just finished a successful two hours with a client. The client was a nice man, in his forties. He had managed very well, my notes would show that he had solid improvements and could perform normally in the right situations.

All that was left for him in his life was to find the correct situations, and Jeanie, the other therapist on staff had been working with his wife to help her improve.

It had been an easy one, most are not.

"What's wrong, Meridith?" Doctor Hajjari asked me.

"Nothing." I answered, although I could see in his eyes that he didn't believe that.

The truth is that I always sit and cry quietly after a session. There had been perhaps a dozen or so successful completions to this point, not a lot really.

That is what we call it in my profession.

Completions.

"I want you to start going to see Doctor Tomlinson, Meridith. I had thought you could turn off the emotions, but it seems you can't completely." He came over and reached out to me, his hand gently brushing my shoulder.

Doctor Hajarri was one of the very few men I knew that I trusted completely. He was a small middle eastern man, not one time had he ever done or said anything at all untowards.

I gathered myself back up, turning in seconds into the smiling, relaxed and together woman I pretend to be. I saw him blink at the sudden transformation.

"Yes, I think it is important, Meridith."

I just nodded.

That is how I found myself in Doctor Tomlinson's office. He had a mannerism that is difficult to explain, somehow by the end of the first session he had me at ease. By the end of the second one he had cracked my facade, and we began to talk.

I mean, really talk.

I told him truthfully about my life, what had happened to me. I explained to him how I had become a surrogate, I spoke at length of all of the situations of exhibitionism I had done.

My training made me very good at reading the language that a person's body speaks, there was no sign at all in him to cause me pause. He spoke to me and listened, completely accepting.

When he asked two of the other male staff members to come into the office and just observe, I was not sure what he intended.

He looked at me and simply asked me to stand up and bare my breasts for him and two total strangers. The one man I had never seen before, the other I knew was an orderly but I did not know his name.

I stood up, reached up for the zipper on the light sweater I wore. In one quick motion, I pulled it all the way to the bottom, opened it and turned towards the men.

They both stood there and looked at me, surprise in their expressions. It was obvious that they were unaware of what Doctor Tomlinson intended.

"So, tell me, Meridith, what are you feeling at this exact moment?" He asked.

"Nothing." I just stood there, holding the front of my sweater open. That was the truth, I felt nothing at all. The two men gazed at me, both of their faces had turned slightly red.

"Thank you, you may go now." He dismissed them, they turned and left the room with some reluctance.

"Oh, fasten that back up please." He said, turning back to me. He glanced over at the monitor, I knew it remained unchanged. I hooked the zipper, slid it back up and sat down.

"So tell me about your most recent experience, when was it and what did you do?" Doctor Tomlinson asked me in that same unfathomable manner.

"It was last night. I went to the mall, I do almost every evening to shop. I saw a man and a woman coming up the escalator so I started down."

"What were you wearing?" He asked, glancing over at the monitor.

"A skirt, with a light blouse."

"Was it short?"

"Yes, very short."

"Was there anything beneath it?"

"No, I never wear underwear."

"Did they see you?"

"Yes." I thought about that, the woman had glanced up first, surprise at seeing a flash of my bare pussy as I stepped onto the stairs.  The escalator only came upwards in this mall, it had stairs to go back down.

A perfect scenario for my evening escapades. I had pretended to not notice as the woman nudged her man and whispered, her eyes turned to me as I looked out over the room, then I saw them drop down out of the corner of my eye.

The man looked up at me, his expression changed to one of pleasure. I did my best to improve his view without being obvious about it. I really am quite extreme about that, I use a soft pink lipstick and color my pussy lips to make them stand out clearly. 

I like that one particular mall very much, the huge windows face the afternoon sunlight, so there are few shadows. Also anyone walking behind me can see my upper body, my nice firm C cup breasts clearly through the thin material.

I have been followed around quite a bit, I know just where to stand to offer up the best views of my nakedness.

The familiar sensations began to waft over me, I knew they could both see clearly up between my legs to my carefully waxed loins.

I was by them quickly, my right arm supporting me with each step as my heart raced, then a solid orgasm flowed through me, making my head spin.

It was enough, it was perfect. So often I tried and no one saw, or they looked away quickly, spoiling the magic intensity I craved.

I glanced back at the two of them, they were standing at the top of the escalator, surprise still in their expression. I turned and walked out the front doors and went home.

"Interesting!" Doctor Tomlinson said, invading my vision. I had very nearly orgasmed again at the thought of the night before.

"What?" I asked.

"Your pulse, it jumped from a steady 56 to almost 90 while you were speaking. Tell me, what were you feeling?"

"An orgasm, I very nearly did."

"When do you feel the most intense climaxes, Meridith?"

"When someone sees me."

"But only like that, when it seems accidental?"

"Yes."

"During sex, do you climax?"

"I don't have sex."

"When you are with one of your clients, do you then? During or before intercourse?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Every time, usually when I am masturbating them. Only sometimes when they are inside me. When they are inside me, I am usually concentrating on using my inner muscles to try and keep them erect. It is like I am just too busy to actually let myself go." 

"Do you masturbate yourself?"

"No."

He was busy scribbling notes. He seemed deep in thought. I noticed a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Perhaps the doctor was male after all? I grinned to myself at that thought.

I liked him. I was wondering when and if he would ask, or try to fuck me. I decided that if he did, I would let him.

"I have to admit that I have never met anyone like you, with your reactions, Meridith."

I didn't say anything, he closed his notebook and asked me to return the next week. I nodded and went back to my office.

My next client was a man named Mark. I had seen his charts, he erected normally right up to the moment of attempting entry, then it would fail.

I changed into a simple white smock, I had just returned to my desk when he arrived. He was tall, well built and quite a bit younger than my usual client. He had progressed nicely, now he was to be placed in the situation of being with a woman, but one he didn't know.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him pointedly.

"Yes, a little." He blushed slightly.

"You can relax, we have no intention of attempting intercourse today. I am just going to check your responses, talk a little, things like that."

"Oh. OK." Matt visibly relaxed. I asked him if he minded undressing for me, he nodded and reached for the buttons on his shirt.

By the time clients get to me they are used to being naked, Jeanie is famous for sitting there completely nude with her clients also naked, and then just talking. They often think there will be attempts at sex but then it doesn't happen, quite often she will not even touch them.

Sometimes she will use her hands on them. I have heard that she really likes to do that, I understood that since I also really liked to.

There was a brief moment of surprise when Mark slid his slacks down and off, his penis was enormous. Even hanging there limp it was as large as any I had ever seen, at least 8 inches just in it's relaxed state. 

The notes had mentioned that of course but it still was a surprise. He was circumcised, his penis was perfectly formed. I actually felt a small tingle at the thought of being able to touch it.

I led Mark back to the bed in the side room of my office, explaining to him that today all we were going to do was touch and get him erect but nothing more.

He nodded, I began to massage his chest and upper body. In short order he was relaxed and enjoying it. Just a few touches had him fully erect, another surprise. I felt a flash of pleasure as I touched his erection for the first time. Then I began to use both hands, getting a moan from him.

I slid up onto the bed, straddling his thighs. I began to lean forward to reach his shoulders, then I used my knees to scoot forward until I was over his abdomen. I could feel his stomach with my bare fanny, then I moved and felt the coarseness of his pubic hair against me.

He lay there with his eyes closed, I reached down and grasped his penis from behind me with one hand. He was quite hard, his hips began an involuntary thrusting.

I stroked upwards, feeling the lube I had previously coated myself with transfer to him, the skin on his cock began to feel slick.

"That feels..amazing!" He muttered, just before I sat down on him, taking all of it inside me with one stroke.

His eyes flashed open, I just clamped down and pressed firmly against him. His erection held, I lifted up and dropped back down, tugging my smock up and over my head at the same time. His hands came up to my breasts almost in reflex.

I suddenly felt heat inside my loins, a flood of my own moisture released, overpowering the lube I always coat myself with prior to a session, just in case.

A minute or so later he rolled me over on my back, pushed my knees back and was pounding at me. I felt the gush as he climaxed, his upper body mashing down on me. I exploded right with him, I had no control at all over that.

"I didn't expect...." He muttered, still pressing into me. Then I felt him begin to fade, as he slipped out of me I had another small orgasm.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He grinned at me.

"Oh, God yes! It just felt so right. Usually I don't..." I managed to not complete what I was about to say.

Something about this man, it set me off. It had been quite a long time since I had felt that.

"Just a client, just a client." I thought to myself.

Mark left shortly after, but not before asking me to dinner. I explained that I could never date clients, but wished that I had met him elsewhere, giving him a soft smile.

He grinned at me at that, I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. Then I went back to my office and finished my notes.

Two successes in one week, it was my record.

That evening I went to the mall, wandering around for over an hour. There was nothing eventful, I finally went home. I slept fitfully that night, waking once in the middle of an orgasm caused by a dream of mens penises, my hands on them. They were coming at me from all directions, all of them huge.

The next day was Saturday, I was poaching an egg when the phone rang. It was Doctor Tomlinson.

"I would like to see you, I read another case study I want to talk to you about."

"OK, when?"

"Sometime today, perhaps?"

"I suppose you will charge me overtime, right?" I teased.

"No. My, you sound chipper today."

"I was going to go to the gym today, it always makes me feel good."

"I can just imagine!" He laughed. He normally was rather reserved, it was interesting to hear him like that.

"One O'clock?"

"OK." I hung up. I was feeling really naughty, so after breakfast I dug in my closet, found my cut off Levi skirt and a T-shirt that came to just above my belly button.

Dr. Tomlinson was sitting in his chair, he looked me up and down when I walked in, but other than that he didn't react. I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs.

"Meridith, I came across a case study with reactions that I find similar to yours." He began.

"Oh, really?" I leaned back on the couch.

"Yes, it is a woman about your age, in her case she suffered abuse by an uncle."

"I don't have an uncle."

"I know, but you had a husband." He looked at me pointedly.

I hadn't really thought about my former husband for quite a long time, just the mention of him caused fear in me.

"That upset you, didn't it?" Doctor Tomlinson was as good at reading reactions as I was it seemed.

"Yes, a little."

"Is it anger, or fear?"

"Both."

"Meridith, I believe that you tease men, exhibit yourself because you are angry at what happened to you. It is a way of getting revenge. By teasing men but then not allowing them to have you, you feel like you are hitting back."

I thought about that.

"But I was this way..before?"

"No, not really. Your husband was controlling you, he was making you do all of that, then when you resisted fulfilling his own fantasies, he tried to force you."

"Even if that is true, what do I do about it?"

"We can try medication, perhaps help with the depression, and keep talking until we get you to realize why you react the way you do to...sex."

"Maybe. I am not sure about drugs."

"Just think about it, what did you plan for today?"

"I was just..." I looked at him, then smiled.

"OK. I was thinking..I planned to tease you today."

"Why?"

"I am in the mood."

"But I am your Doctor."

"You still want to see my pussy, don't you?" I gave him a knowing grin.

"Yes." That surprised me, I expected him to say no, deny it.

I started laughing, men! Such visual creatures.

"Meridith, you are a beautiful woman. I am a normal male. But I am also your Doctor, what I want for you is to see you normal, see you enjoy life and sex and have the ability to trust again."

I suddenly felt irritated, I leaned forward. He had tripped something inside of me and I was just not sure what. I wanted men to react, to lust after me, I wanted to completely control them. Somehow that was getting away from me, out of my control.

"I came here today with the intention of teasing you."

"I know."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I opened my legs slightly, his eyes darted down and right back up.

"Yes, I do."

"Well, go ahead then." I leaned back, opened my legs even more. I knew he could see me now.

"No."

"Why not? It's all yours if you want to. That's what I do, I fuck men!"

"I think you should try the prescription, Meridith."

I sat back, closed my legs. Then I burst out crying. Doctor Tomlinson just sat there calmly and waited. Finally I managed to get myself under control.

"All right, I will try."

Within two weeks of starting on the medication I noticed that I felt better, the urge to go out and expose myself just seemed to fade. I went to work, during that entire period all I had were the chat sessions. But I knew what was coming, and suddenly, somehow, I just didn't want to.

"Come in!" Dr. Hajjari called out when I knocked on the door.

"Have a seat, Meridith." He told me. I sat down.

"I know why you are here."

"Yes. I need to give my notice."

"I thought so. I was wondering, though. How would you like to be my secretary, receptionist? It is less pay, but..."

"I don't type very fast." I told him.

"Neither do I." He grinned.

"I have a client scheduled for this afternoon." I looked at him.

"Jeanie can deal with it."

"Thank you." I told him, standing up.

"No, thank you! You will be an asset to us."

Secretary. Me? Why not, I knew the work, I knew what to do. I knew I would learn to type fast, too.

Medicine, a simple series of pills. I had depression, I was into self abuse. The days seemed brighter, I felt better. Seven very long bad years became a memory, then something that had happened to someone else.

Sometimes healing is easy. It's not always that way.

Two months later I had settled in. Gone was the constant need for flashing, gone was my fear that I always kept deep inside me. I had come to understand, somehow knowing the why of it out in the open instead of shoving the why of it deep inside was the answer.

I thought back to my husband, the man I had loved so deeply. I felt no fear of him at all.

I still went in to see Doctor Tomlinson once each week. He cut my medications in half, at first I worried but it seemed to be just fine. By the time he had cut them to just 25%, I knew for sure.

Then came the day it was cut to nothing.

I was in the grocery store, getting a few things when I came around the corner and banged right into another cart.

"Oh, I am sorry!" I said, looking up.

It was Mark. I felt myself blush.

"Hello, Meridith." He said.

"How are you? How are you doing?" I asked. I felt a little flutter inside. He had been, well, surprising.

"I am fine." He answered. How could we just stand there, talk like this? He had been inside me.

"Have you met anyone?" I asked him.

"No, I am just looking for the right person, I have dated some but so far I haven't settled on anyone."

"Well, that's good. You will find someone." I started to push by him, then I stopped.

"I am no longer a therapist." I told him.

"Really? What are you doing now?"

"I am a secretary." I gave him a nice smile.

"Oh, that's nice."  He had a mildly confused look on his face.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to ask me for my phone number?"

"I was, but I thought...Really? Sure! I would love to, this is wonderful!" He acted excited.

I gave him my number, grinning. My phone was ringing when I walked in my door, a glance at the caller ID showed he had called six times.

We talked for over two hours, he asked me out to dinner and it was wonderful. He held my hand for awhile when he brought me back home. I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. He did not ask to come in, he did not ask to sleep with me.

I was grateful for that, I wanted to start over.

"I have never forgotten that kiss from the last time." Mark smiled at me.

Fast forward three years. Mark and I are married. He lets me be me, I am just a nice normal housewife.

I am also four months pregnant. I was very glad I had quit taking the medication completely once we knew about that. I had been mildly fearful,worried, but nothing happened.

I am just Meridith. Mark knows all about me, and he is unconcerned. He know I belong to him completely, and he belongs to me completely. He doesn't want me to show off to anyone, but he also does not mind one bit if I wear a skimpy bikini or short skirt. I still do not own any underwear, that is just me and the way I am.

Sometimes I let someone have a little peek just for fun.

Mark accepts me completely, exactly the way I am. 

Nudity does not bother me one bit, but I no longer have that insane need to have someone see me. Once we were at a pool party and one of the guests kept staring, he even tried to move into position to get a better peek. Finally I just tugged my bikini top up, grinning as his face flushed. He left me alone after that.




Bad Girl Ch. 02



Mark just laughed, he thought it was hilarious. So did everyone else. Some things are not that much different, the real difference is I have control. I thought I did before but I did not.

Mark sometimes struggles a little bit with his erections, I just happen to know exactly what to do. Sometimes, not always, my own orgasms with him are extremely intense.

I never really healed him, not really. It makes me wonder if I ever did heal anyone.

That is all just fine, too. I get to be his naughty therapist, Mark likes it when I do that. I get him to pretend that he cannot get it up, I pretend to be his surrogate, and do everything I can to make him respond while he tries his level best to not react.

I usually win.

I was a bad girl. Now I am just a happy housewife again. I am still bad, though.

It's all I ever really wanted in the first place. To be happy.

That is all of my story, there is nothing more to tell.



Bad Girl Ch. 03



Once again I want to thank lollipopslut Q for her help with this story.

*

"I'm telling you Steve, it's weird. It's like every woman I meet who I want to fuck, wants to fuck me too!" I exclaimed into the phone.

"And that's a bad thing?" Steve shot back.

"No, no I'm not complaining, it's just weird. When was the last time an 18 year old babe tried to jump your bones?" I asked.

"Good Point. So you getting some hotties then?"

"Steve, have you seen my daughter's friends? Hottie is an insult to these girls" I bragged.

"So how is Kimberly handling Dad's sudden popularity?" Steve asked.

"Oh, pretty well." I replied with a bit of a smirk. There was no way I was going to tell him the whole story. 

Kimi sauntered into the room, hanging up her cell phone as she entered. She was completely nude, as usual. The girls didn't seem to have much use for clothing around the house any more. I admired her amazing, tall slender body. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she gracefully moved into the office. 

"Gotta go Steve." I quickly hung up. "What's up Babydoll?"

"That was Sara, she's on her way home. I think she's bringing someone over because she said to be sure I had clothes on."

"Hmm, you better get moving then, Sweetie" I lightly slapped her on the butt.

"OK Daddy, I'm going!" she scurried out of the office, rubbing her ass as she left.

In the last few weeks I had spent a good deal of time and money having the entire house wired with cameras and microphones. The girls really seemed to like it when I spied on them, and I was getting quite a collection of clips thanks to those two.

I clicked the switch for Kimi's room and peered into the large monitor. She was bent over in front of the camera, wiggling her firm 18 year old ass as she pulled on a pair of skimpy black shorts. Kimi turned, seeing the little light on the camera, she knew I was watching. She waved, smiling. 

"Hi Daddy!" a sly look crossed her face. She moved toward the camera and began to gently caress her breasts, her nipples grew hard as she rubbed and pinched them. She blew me a kiss, her hands moving slowly down her body, over her tight, flat stomach then into her shorts. Kimi stared straight into the camera and started slowly rubbing her pussy. I could see Kimi's finger moving back and forth under her shorts, then she raised it seductively to her lips. She ran her tongue down her finger then began sucking it, just like a tiny cock.

I heard the front door open and Sara bellowed, "I'm home!"

Kimi jerked her head sideways, the spell broken. She grabbed a white cut off t-shirt and quickly put it on as she scampered out of her bedroom.

Entering the living room I saw Sara standing at the front door, talking to a beautiful young brunette. She was small, 7 or 8 inches shorter than Sara, with dark smooth skin and a very curvy figure. And tits! My god they were spectacular! She was wearing a light blue mesh top with a lacy dark blue push up bra and a tiny denim mini skirt. It was lust at first sight.

"Hey Mr. C! This is Jamie" Sara announced.

"Glad to meet you, Jamie" I extended my hand.

"Glad to meet you too, ah, Mr. C." she raised her hand and grabbed mine, shaking vigorously. She lifted her stunning dark green eyes and gazed into mine. I was transfixed, unable to move. She slowly removed her hand from mine, lingering as our fingers separated.

"Hello! Earth to Daddy!" Kimi bellowed out from the top of the stairs.

"Hey Lover!" Sara called up to Kimi.

"Lover?!" Jamie blurted out, sounding very surprised.

"Oh yeah, didn't I tell you?" Sara asked.

"No, you didn't!" Jamie snapped back, still clearly flustered.

"I'll just be leaving now" I said, not particularly wanting to be involved in this.

"No, don't go!" Jamie pleaded, quickly grabbing my hand again.

"I'll let you ladies work this out." I said, as I raised Jamie's hand to my lips and softly kissed her supple skin. "Ta ta, ladies." I said as I hastily exited the room.

I entered my office and switched the camera to the living room. The angle was set to take in the couch and recliner, so I couldn't see any of the girls, but I could hear them.

"Hi, I'm Kimi"

"Hi, I'm Jamie"

"Nice outfit, you look amazing." Kimi gushed.

"Uh, thank you" Jamie replied.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence before Sara broke in, "I guess we should go study."

"Yeah, okay," Jamie said.

I switched back to the bedroom camera as Kimi stormed into the office. "She's a little bitch Daddy! I don't like her!" she wailed.

"A little jealous ehh?" I shot back.

"Jealous? Jealous! Daddy, did you see that slutty outfit she's wearing?"

"Now honey, calm down! Maybe Sara can convince her to behave."

"Jesus Daddy! You just want to fuck her!" she pouted.

"Oh now, come here Babydoll." She stomped across the room and roughly plopped herself down in my lap. Brushing Kimi's hair aside, I kissed her on the neck, gently massaging her shoulders, hoping she would relax. My hands roamed from her shoulders, down her sides, then up under her shirt. Kimi let out a soft moan, then grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. She ground her crotch against my growing hard on as I rubbed her firm tits. "You know you'll always be Daddy's special girl." I whispered in her ear.

"Daddy look!" Kimi exclaimed. I looked up at the computer to see that Sara had Jamie on her back, pinned to the bed. I quickly turned the sound up.

"What are you doing?" Jamie shrieked. She struggled, trying to break Sara's grip, but the petite brunette was no match for her.

"You little slut, you want it and you know it. I saw the way you looked at Mr. C; you were ready to rip your clothes off right there!" Sara growled then clamped her mouth onto Jamie's and forcefully kissed her. Jamie thrashed her head from side to side, trying to break the kiss. Sara pulled back and slapped Jamie hard across the face. 

Smack! 

Suddenly Jamie stopped struggling, her eyes opened wide and she reached up and pulled Sara closer.

"Ooo, you like that, don't you? You kinky bitch!"

Smack!

Jamie forced their lips together, her hands exploring Sara's tight young body. They rolled on the bed, making out passionately. Sara sat up so that she was straddling Jamie. She pulled off her pink t-shirt and lacy bra, exposing her fantastic, pert breasts. Jamie reached up and roughly pinched Sara's nipples. "Let's get you out of those clothes" Sara purred, climbing off of Jamie. Sara stood up and started to peel off her jeans. Jamie began to remove her black fishnet thigh high stockings. "Oh no! Leave those, I like those." Sara cooed.

Jamie moved closer to Sara and began to sway slowly. Her hands moved up, under her sexy shirt, and she started kneading her large, proud breasts. With a swift motion she stripped off her top and tossed it at Sara. Jamie moved forward, grasping Sara's head, which she forced into her ample cleavage. Sara reached behind Jamie and expertly unfastened her bra, unleashing her amazing breasts.

"Wow Daddy! She's got really nice tits." Kimi proclaimed, sounding slightly awed. We were both nude by now, Kimi was still in my lap, casually grinding as we watched the show. Kimi raised her body, positioning the tip of my cock at the entrance of her hot, wet pussy, and then slowly lowered herself until the entire length was inside her. The feeling was breathtaking, my baby girl riding my cock up and down, slowly increasing the pace, as I sucked her beautiful young breasts.

Stepping back, Jamie began to slowly unbuckle her belt as she swayed from side to side, dancing to imaginary music. She started a leisurely strip tease, pulling her belt free then tossing it aside. Sara moved closer and attacked Jamie's breasts, roughly pinching her nipples. Jamie urgently removed her skirt and panties then pushed Sara back onto the bed.

"Come and get me Lover" Sara purred.

"LOVER! She just called her Lover! I'm gonna kick her ass!" Kimi shrieked. My cock was throbbing, ready to explode as Kimi rudely pulled herself off of me, and then ran from the office screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs. 

Oh shit. I ran after her as she stormed up the stairs and burst into the bedroom.

"I'm your Lover, not this fucking skank!" Kimi yelled.

Sara jumped off the bed. "Jesus Kimi! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Skank? I'm not a skank!" Jamie wailed. 

Kimi lunged forward, tackling Jamie on the bed. She grabbed Jamie's hair, pulling hard as the two of them rolled on the bed, slapping and kicking at each other. Kimi eventually managed to pin Jamie on her back.

"You people are all crazy!" Jamie screamed, a touch of fear in her voice.

"You little bitch!" Kimi answered, as she slapped Jamie hard across the face. Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I'm not a bitch!" Jamie yelled. She forcefully rolled to one side, upsetting Kimi's balance, and swiftly Jamie had Kimi pinned to the bed.

Smack! Smack! Jamie slapped Kimi, then leaned in and kissed her hard, her hands moving up and down Kimi's tight body. They rolled on the bed lustfully groping each other. When Jamie finally broke the kiss she whispered, "I think you owe me an apology."

"I'm sorry, you're probably not a skank or a bitch, we'll see." Kimi giggled as she continued fondling Jamie's spectacular breasts, the war apparently over.

"Why is everyone naked?" Jamie asked as she looked in my direction.

"Come here, Lover." Sara said to Kimi. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you cared so much."

"Don't you ever call anyone else Lover," Kimi commanded, planting a passionate kiss on Sara's lips.

As I moved to the bed and sat down next to Jamie, she stared at my cock with a lustful look. 

"So! You come here often?" I quipped. She leaned into me, grasping my cock in her soft little hands. We kissed tenderly as she forced herself against me. I explored every curve of her young body with my hands as she continued to slowly stroke my cock. Jamie began to move down my chest, kissing and licking wherever she went. She pushed her breasts against my skin. I could feel her hard nipples against me as her mouth made its way down to my cock.

"I knew you wanted to fuck him!" Sara laughed. She positioned herself on the floor beneath Jamie and began to devour her sweet young pussy. Jamie squirmed as she took my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth. Kimi was licking from her pussy to her tight little asshole, occasionally giving her a good firm smack on the butt. I was quickly approaching the point of no return when Jamie began to shake, overcome by Sara's oral attacks.

"Oh, oh, oh, oooh!" Jamie screamed as her orgasm wracked her curvy young body. I began shooting my cum on her chest as she jacked me off. Jamie's shaking subsided and she looked down at her cum covered breasts.

"Oh my," she cooed as she ran a finger through the mess and brought it to her lips then licked it clean. "Delicious!" she declared. Sara and Kimi quickly helped themselves, licking the cum from Jamie's tits as she leaned back, savoring the attention.

Jamie got up and climbed onto my lap, as Sara and Kimi began gently kissing, whispering sweet nothings to one another. Jamie cuddled up against me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. She looked up at me with those dazzling green eyes, "Is it always like this around here?" she asked quietly.

"Just another day in paradise, sweetie" I answered, kissing her forehead. "Just another day in paradise." 



Bad Girl Ch. 03



I really am not sure why I am writing all of this down. After all, I don't think I am bored or anything like that.

Lately I have gone to see Doctor Tomlinson less and less, he is a therapist and a pretty good one. We had sessions that were interesting, he dug around inside of me somehow, made me tell him everything.

The way I was back then I would have thought that it could not be done. Somehow sitting here at a keyboard and jotting down memories as they pop into my mind helps, just like visiting with Doctor Tomlinson helped me.

What he got me to say, combined with some medication was like sliding back a blanket, the only thing between me and the world.

I was safe underneath the blanket that covered me, so close to reality yet so very far away.

I jotted all that went before down in my first stories, but briefly what happened to me was a man I loved and trusted, the man that held me, told me he loved me, hurt me beyond belief.

Until that very moment I would have said that nothing like that could ever happen. He was like the only light in a room, he was my entire world.

I would have done anything he wanted, anything he asked of me.

Almost.

Good Doctors with hands I describe as magic rebuilt my face, they created me. Other Doctors corrected the hollow spot where my ribs were smashed from when my husband kicked me as I lay there helpless. How, I am not completely sure, they left no marks or scars, just the thin line low down under my jawline.

There are odd sensations, I cannot feel my hands touch my face, half of my tongue lacks feeling, also. That is a problem it took me awhile to get used to, I often bit myself at first but now I don't. My nose itches, I take care to not let rubbing it become a habit. It itches yet I cannot feel my fingers rub the itch.

October the 24th of 2004 Meridith walked out into her new world. I held my head high, for all the world I was a strong and confident woman. The fear was hidden deep inside.

Michelle, the naive and soft young woman I was before, I let her die. That was deliberate, intentional. Michelle just could not have ever managed life again.

Meridith Anders could. It was like I was born again, no one who ever knew me before would recognize me now.

The doctors had a canvas, they got to experiment, create whatever they wanted. They built a face that could bless any magazine cover in the world.

That is not a statement of vanity, it is a simple fact. I see myself in the mirror, I see what still appears to be a total stranger. Perhaps one day I will get used to that, as yet it is always a small surprise when I see who I am now.

The good doctors also used the opportunity to adjust my body, my crushed side required repairs. My bust enhancements were just something they did, sometimes I think of those years and wonder if the good doctors were simply having fun.

A few of you emailed to ask how much is truth? I changed the names that are real, I changed the locations. The rest is as close as I can come to explaining. I am writing it down as I remember, my purpose is to try and explain how easy it is to destroy a life, how perversions can lead to something terrible.

Some of you men are to be feared, I read your writings, see your fantasies, I know about you.

My name? It is really Meridith.

I walked out into the world that cool October day, there was no family, and any friends I knew before were long gone. I had no desire at all to renew any of those friendships.

Becoming a sexual surrogate was not really my intent, the idea of that never crossed my mind. In fact, I was done with men, with relationships, I was done with sexuality with a male.

I had decided that no man would ever touch me, not and live. That thought was in my mind.

I had my own ways to satisfaction. Merciless teasing, hate and lust. It is very close to exactly the same thing. Some of that was for revenge, I actually do know now that I blamed all men. No matter what they said, or how nice they acted, I knew for a fact what any of them could do.

I was just looking for some kind of work and I had no skills at all. Then I saw that advertisement, I applied.

I knew what was involved, I would say I did not care but that would be a lie. I thought that in a safe setting, impersonal, that would be a completely different thing.

Not one time did I ever fuck one of my clients, until I met Mark. Rather, they fucked me, it is a completely different thing. In my mind, I was withholding myself from them, untouched.

It was like a revenge. Like the Masseuse that masturbates a client, thinking only of the tip? Thus a penis, pressed inside me?

No different than when I wash myself. Emotionless, nothing. Withheld completely, that was a vengeance to me.

I know now that this was really messed up.

I also knew why I was hired, it was because of the rebuilt face, my rebuilt body. Like I mentioned, the doctors were very good. I knew that by the standards of men I was beautiful, far more so than before.

You would need to look very closely to see the faint scar where my new face joins the old under my jawline, and even that I can hide with a trace of makeup.

I will always remember my very first time with a client. I was extremely nervous, although I never let that show. I most certainly was not excited. 

I did know what to do and did it very well.

That was allowing intercourse, plain and simple. To me, it might as well have been a pedicure. There were the sensations of the flesh but there were none of the mind.

That is something that is worth a comment, that "sensations of the mind" part. It is as close as I can come to what it is like. 

My joy before was in pleasing my husband, I had no need for personal orgasm to reach a state of pure bliss with him. Just knowing, just feeling him, was enough for me. Dragging his seed from him, taking it deep within made me a total part of him.

Does that make sense? 

The orgasm, the blinding need for that satisfaction came from elsewhere, that had nothing to do with my husband. That had only to do with me. Orgasms during intercourse were a completely different thing, almost a side effect of the act itself.

Meridith had that blanket you see, hidden from the world, none could see, reach me, harm me. It was how it was explained to me. 

The things I did and the way I acted was to protect myself, yet at the same time I was punishing myself for the actions of others.

Doctor Tomlinson took that blanket off of me somehow, exposed me. He made me think, realize. 

Somehow the realization made me happy.

I had been a very long time since I felt happy.

My very next client the same day that I somehow felt happy for the first time in a very long time, was Mark. He was lucky, or perhaps I was? I just cannot be sure.

Impotent, performance anxiety was his concern. Mark actually did erect quite normally, but that failed when he attempted any joining. This is not rare, it is common.

I took away all of his thoughts about needing to perform, I distracted him. Part of that was my training, part of that somehow became real.

I believe that some things are meant to be.

I thought about him often over the next few months, but I never saw him again until that day in the store. Like I mentioned, some things are just meant to be.

So think of this? I ended up married to a man that the very first time I ever saw him in my life was in my office. That meeting ended with us having sex, my own surprise was I enjoyed it very much.

It was the first full orgasm I had with a man in nearly a decade. It was not the blinding type of orgasm I can get, untouched but viewed by "accident" in public places. Those cause me to momentarily become helpless as they waft over me.

No, instead my body released with Mark in a way I had all but forgotten. It was warm, right.

It was...safe?

When we met again, we dated, learned about each other, started over. For both of us, it was like that office visit did not exist, to this day we have not discussed it.

It would be so wonderful to say that everything is perfection now, that would be a lie.

Mark still has periods when he has trouble performing. I am still very good at overcoming that.

Usually, yet not always. Mark knows that he need not complete the act to please me, and I know the same about him.

That often is the simple key to success, the total lack of pressure to perform.

I am still a raging exhibitionist, that part of me never went away. It never will so I allowed myself to come to terms with that. Mark knows all about it and is not concerned. It doesn't even excite him, he simply accepts me completely the way I am.

Our little Julia is a wonder, she is the most beautiful thing in the world. I chose to nurse her, Mark never said a word about that.

He does love to sit and watch me do that.

A few times I have nursed Mark. That is fun and I can see he really likes that.

We often have close friends over, mostly it is one couple that lives a few blocks away, they come over quite a bit. Walt is older, close to fifty, his wife Marty is younger, barely in her thirties. Walt is mildly balding, and has a bit of a pot belly on him. He is one of those quiet and mild types of men that it is impossible to dislike, and I doubt you could make him mad.

Marty on the other hand is bubbly, outgoing, and always cracking jokes. She has a tiny little pot belly on her, a medium bust. 

They dropped by one afternoon and we were sitting around outside, Mark was trying hard to get a fire going in the outdoor grill and we were teasing him about leaving him there while we all went to get Chinese. At that point we had only just met, we had seen them perhaps 2 or 3 times.

Julia was sleeping in a shady area, everybody always peeks in at her when they get near her, of course she woke up and started to yell, it was a series of little yips combined with half crying. I knew that sound very well, it was her way of letting me know she wanted food. I was also beginning to leak some through my blouse which tells me it's close to feeding time.

Marty picked her up and held her, Julia instantly began to search around for a nipple.

"No luck here, honey, let's take you over to Mommy." She said to Julia in that silly sing song baby talk.

Marty handed her to me, I opened my blouse and leaned her to me. Instantly Julia settled down and began to nurse.

They both knew that I nursed Julia of course, that was rather obvious from the two damp spots in my blouse. But they had never actually seen it. I just leaned back, it is such a pleasurable experience.

Marty's eyes opened slightly in surprise, probably since her husband Walt was sitting right there watching. He just grinned and went back to teasing Mark who now actually had smoke coming out of the grill.

"I never nursed either one of my boys, I was always afraid I would get caught somewhere with people around." She told me.

"I just nurse her whenever she tells me she wants to." I smiled up at Marti.

"Don't people look at you?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Honey, that is beautiful to watch." Walt said.

"You wouldn't have minded if I did that in public?" Marty asked Walt, a surprised look on her face.

"Not at all, I think I would have enjoyed that." He grinned at her. Marty blinked a couple of times, then she smiled.

Just then Julia kicked her feet which told me she had enough, I set her in my lap and reached down to button my blouse. Satiated, Julia often nibbles at my blouse, even in her sleep.

"So what would you really do if I had nursed the boys right out in public?" Marty grinned at Walt.

He just shrugged and grinned.

"Can I?" Marty asked, looking over at me. I knew instantly what she meant.

I laughed and handed Julia over to her, Marty opened her blouse and peeled down one bra cup, held Julia to herself. She kept her back towards Walt and Mark. Julia poked around a little bit, realizing this was something new. Then she found Marty's very large black nipple and latched on, settling down into what I knew was pacifier mode.

"Well, it looks like we will have some help keeping Julia quiet." I told Mark.

He looked over and grinned, then went back to trying to get his fire hot enough to cook on.

"Pay attention, Walt. You could learn a few things here, this feels good!" She giggled at him.

We all roared at that, the way Marty said it was hilarious. Then she sat down in one of the lawn chairs, one breast pressed to Julia and the other one hanging bare.

After that, no one really paid any attention, Marty took to letting Julia nuzzle her when I was busy with something. She seemed to really enjoy it.

Then one day just a couple of weeks later we were sitting around in the lawn chairs, it was one of those late Summer days with no wind, in the low 80's, perfect.

Julia started to fuss, Marty went over and picked her up. She slipped the straps off of her halter top and pressed Julia to her. Marti now showed no shyness at all in baring her breasts with the rest of us around. Julia makes a quiet murmur when she nurses, it changes when she stops or I run out of milk and need to switch breasts.

I looked over, surprised, Julia sounded like she was feeding. Mark knew it also, he turned his head towards Marty in surprise.

Marty looked up at me, grinning.

"I am starting to make milk." She said. Then she switched Julia over to the other breast. There was a spot of milk on her nipple.

"See?" She grinned up at me. She reached down with her free hand and squeezed, another droplet of milk appeared.

"That is amazing!" I said.

"Looks like you will save a fortune in groceries!" Walt wisecracked.

We all laughed some more at that. I did notice that Mark paid almost no attention to the fact that Marty was baring her breasts, just like he never really reacted to me doing that. Walt on the other hand always looked, and he seemed to enjoy it.

I know I did, it gave me a small familiar tingle knowing he was looking at me so I usually bared both of my breasts when feeding Julia.

Over a period of just a few of our visits back and forth Marty began to spend more time topless than she did with her top on. I did the same, although we both did stay covered when other neighbors came around. I nursed Julia in front of others though, I used a small soft blanket but that didn't really help much. I know everyone saw me at one time or another.

No one ever really said anything.

Then one afternoon Marty and I were in the kitchen, we were ganging up on a potato salad.

"Meridith, would you get upset if I sunbathed nude this afternoon?"

"Why would I get upset?" I asked her.

"Oh, I just wondered. Are you and Mark going to be comfortable with that?"

"I like being looked at." I admitted.

"You do? So do I." She grinned at me.

"Want to surprise our guys?" 

"Sure, that sounds like fun!" I knew what she meant.

Marty peeled off her shorts, She was completely hairless. I grinned at that and peeled off my own.

The look on Walt and Mark's faces was priceless when we walked out carrying the big bowl of salad and some plates.

"I see our ladies have decided to be completely comfortable." Walt said, looking over at Mark.

"Well, when in Rome!" Mark stood up, reached for his belt. Walt did the same.

Walt was about normal size, he was showing signs of erecting. Mark of course is very large as men I have known go, he looked to be in his perfectly normal state.

I felt an almost overwhelming urge to go over to him, make him hard.

"I see why you are so happy!" Marty nudged with a whisper.

From that day on we were all usually naked or nearly naked whenever we got together. 

Marty and I became close to inseparable after that. We shopped together, played together, we went to the gym once each week together. The gym was fun, Marty worked like a dog trying to get rid of her tiny little pot belly, but she was also addicted to ice cream cones so that was a losing battle.

I didn't have any pot belly at all.

When we were at the gym we teased the men there with no mercy, each of us tried to outdo the other by seeing just how skimpy we could get away with with our outfits.

We always seemed to have lots of help. I loved the bench press, I could lie on my back with my feet on the floor, I either wore one of my tiny little bikini bottoms or a pair of loose shorts sometimes.

I was at 120 pounds fairly easily on the bench press because I spent a lot of time on it. My goal was 150 pounds but I still haven't gotten there.

It did look like as soon as I got to the machine, nearly every man in the place would suddenly need to go past to the locker room or change machines.

Several times I went into one of those crashing orgasms, knowing that some of the people there could see me. A couple of times I almost lost control of the weight bar, but I always used a spotter.

Marty noticed that and pointedly asked me about it. I was honest and explained that I could climax that way without being touched. She acted very interested in that.

One day Marty and I were working out, she decided to use the bench press. I was sitting nearby on a bow machine, Marty lay back and there was nothing underneath the shorts she had on.

Her face flushed when Tim, one of the other clients walked up and stood at her feet, asking her if she wanted him to spot for her. She grinned and nodded.

I watched all of that with interest, getting a small tingle myself. That was the first time I ever saw Marty fully expose herself in the gym.

On the way home that afternoon, Marty looked over at me and grinned.

"I never really did anything like that before, I see why you like it. Now I am so horny I could screw the gearshift lever!"

We both laughed, I dropped her off at her house and watched as she actually ran inside.

Poor Walt, I knew he was going to get it for sure.

I thought about that all the way home. Marty was a little bit like me.

Mark was sitting in his recliner when I walked in the door.

"How was the gym, honey?" He asked me, looking up. Then he grinned at the expression on my face.

"Good day, huh?" He stood up. The halter top I was wearing was damp, my breasts were nice and full. Very often I leak a little when working out at the gym, that always gets me watched, but Marty's display topped mine this day.

I didn't really mind, watching her do that had me as horny as I can get. Mark stepped up to me, his big hands brushing up my sides to cup my breasts. He slid one strap off my shoulder, leaned down to suckle me as I stood there.

That makes my knees tremble, it feels so good and safe. It feels so good to please my man. I let the vision of that day Doctor Tomlinson had me blatantly expose my breasts to two men in his office fill my mind.

That only lasts for seconds, then other visions flood in. Fantasy blended in with reality, memories. Mark switched to my other breast, still suckling in pleasure. My first small orgasm flooded through me, it always does at moments like this.

As Mark pressed me back towards our couch, I thought of what tomorrow would be like. My appointment, Doctor Tomlinson. He likes to keep in touch, to see how I am doing. He hopes to cure me of the need to exhibit myself, at least that is what he tells me.

I know he likes to look at me, even though he has never suggested anything at all. He gets red faced and breaks a sweat sometimes.

I will wear a very short little dress, I will let the good Doctor look right up between my legs as he sits in his chair and I lie back on the couch. I will relax as we talk, then open my legs so he can see me as I reach a climax. The expression he always has on his face is wonderful. I know he likes that.

I like that myself, I am still a very bad girl. I also understand that to some I am insane.

Meridith is just fine with that.




Bad Girl Ch. 03



Visions. Fantasy, mixed with reality.

I felt Mark grow, my hands busy in encouragement. It was one of the very good times, my mind whirled again as he entered me.

My vision flashed to Marty, lying there, her legs blatantly open as she worked the weights. Several men, and me, openly staring at her display, the trickle of moisture forming, then sliding down her bare lips.

I felt so full, I just let go completely as Mark became a part of me, my mind blank with the sensation.

I am safe.

So there you have it, the rest of my story to now.



Bad Girl Ch. 04



I post this in the this category because I suppose I now am one of those kind of females. Perhaps it actually is a fetish? I don't know. I also do not know why I am writing this, I just am.

I also want to offer a special thanks to one of the finest writers here, he asked me to not name him and I do not know the why of that, either.

I suspect the change in the writing style might be a giveaway? Take your best guess on that.

The nice man did email to tell me he loved the photos I sent him. I had my husband Mark take those, that was fun.

Some you have asked if these stories are true? You decide. Certainly not believable, yet the truth seldom is when dealing with sexuality and relationships. That is something I happen to know about very well. 

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Fuck!

Think of that word, we all know what it can mean. 

Sexual activity, intercourse between two people, of course.

For breeding, or simply for pleasure.

Yet the very word, the way it is formed is not pleasant. The lips roll inward to form that sound, to capture the small burst of air that then blasts outward in almost the same fashion as a release of spittle?

The word is also used to describe dislike, sometimes even as hatred, the meaning completely lost in the context of those surrounding.

It can mean something is broken, something is wrong, someone is angry, someone is happy, or even someone feels or desires pleasure.

"Fuck you!" most certainly does not mean a person wants to.

Yet, "I want to fuck you." whispered gently does. 

Then add the word "up." and it suggests anger, even a threat.

Usually it does not mean love but performing the act that it describes can mean that.

Such an odd word.

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My name is Meridith, you would need to read my earlier stories to find out how I came to be this person.

For new readers, assuming any bother, I will tell some of it.

I was born as Michelle. A soft, naive, quiet and vulnerable young woman, who lived her life mostly uneventful until marriage.

But Michelle died.

So I was not born with my current name, and nothing today of the girl and then young woman I was even exists. 

What happened to Michelle is something that happened to someone else entirely in my own mind.

Michelle was beaten to the point of near death by the man she loved completely. So badly that not a single shred of the life before remained.

Life. What is that exactly? A heartbeat, the flow of blood? Thought? It's more than that, inside there can be something stubborn, a refusal to just give in.

"Not going to make it." I remember those exact words, aware only barely of activity surrounding as I fought for that life.

Someone, I have no idea of who.

So easy, so much easier to just give up and let go and the pain would then be over.

I just refused to give in.

Modern medicine is magic, Meridith will always be about 30, and very close to perfection. 

Even today, years later, I think of Michelle as someone else and Meridith as myself only after a moment of thought.

The reflection I see in a mirror is not anyone I know, that always comes as a start.

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The team of Doctors looked at her and saw opportunity, a canvas nearly blank to begin again, demonstrate their artistry.

I did see the photograph they took of me the day I first stepped from the wheelchair. I looked at that just one time, I never looked at it again, or even in a mirror for a very long time.

There was an insurance policy they called an umbrella, a million dollars. All of that was spent and more, but they never bothered to give me a bill.

There is no point in repeating the why of that, I am sure most of you know.

Let's just say the physician in charge liked the results of his team's efforts very much.

I am not proud of that, but I also do not care about that.

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Now I am married with a young daughter, my husband is Mark. Even that would seem to be extremely unlikely, considering all I have done, all that has been done to me.

How did I meet the man who became my husband?

If I do mention that truthfully to someone who asks, I get a blank look in return without fail.

So when someone does ask, I instead explain that we met at a shopping mall.

Uneventful, boring even, and somehow partially truth. Our real first meeting was not something I can tell to a person I do not know intimately, in fact our friends Walt and Marty are the only other people who do know that truth, other than my physicians, and those who employed me for a time.

Plus my clients.

You see, Mark was there that day for just one reason.

To see if he could fuck me.

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I was serving as a sexual surrogate at the time, Mark was simply one of a long string of clients that I did exactly the same thing with, not always with success but as often as not.

It takes a certain kind of female to do the job that I was doing, and do it well.

I can demonstrate an innocent sexuality convincingly with no more emotion than if I were heating water on my stove.

There is no way for anyone to see that, though.

Instead they see a woman with the same air brushed perfection of any that grace a magazine cover.

My clients never had any idea at all that I was nothing more than a tool. Inside, somewhere in those depths they knew, of course. But the vision, the words, the actions belied the facts.

Every single movement, every single act, each touch is designed and intended to stimulate while at the very same time creating a feeling of no pressures, no real need to perform on the part of the client.

I become naive, vulnerable, the patient is allowed the power between us.

When there is success, we fuck.

All while deep inside, in that portion of me that is separate from the flesh I am feeling nothing. 

I do feel pleasure, sensation.

Pleasure without love is nothing. 

Nothing at all.

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Mark was, is different. What is it? I have no answer to that, I do know that as I allowed him to service me that day, or rather, fuck me?

I climaxed very strongly, something that I simply had not done easily during the act of sex with anyone since way back when I was married to my first husband.

I will say that confused me. It was every bit as powerful as the other method I use to reach my own peak, perhaps even more so.

I do not, or I should say did not like males at all at that stage of my life.

In fact, I feared men but none could ever tell.

Yet I did not fear Mark?

I knew very well after that I could never again do what I was doing for a living, I just could not, so I quit.

Meeting Mark again much later caused a strange feeling inside of me, a "longing" is almost the word that fits.

It was far more than the need of sex, to do what the word I just described indicated.

Then I was lucky in that he felt the very same way.

Marriage followed, and Julia, our daughter.

Friends, a life, something...normal? Things that for a very long time I had given up on as being out of my grasp.

I quit the job of course right after that day with Mark, much to the chagrin of the people I worked for. They offered me more money, a lot more money. I cared absolutely not one whit about that.

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That word I spoke of. It actually is not one I use myself although I can and do swear mildly from time to time.

"Crap!" Might pop out of me when I draw a deuce to my kings over queens, "Shit!" Covers my having burnt the mashed potatoes.

I only very rarely say that other word.

My friend Marty and her husband Walt are Mark and my closest companions, we see each other almost daily.

Walt is older, around 50 and Marty is about a decade younger. Odd also that I do not know for sure, I never asked.

The age of 40 is not that far in my own future, but it will not matter. I will never appear old.

We all became relaxed with each other, so many things became normal. Nudity in front of our friends over time became nothing, we all enjoyed the freedom on those warm and balmy days.

There was nothing deliberate about that, it began with me nursing Julia and I have no inhibitions about my body. Opening my blouse to bare my breasts so my child could nurse was a natural act, the fact that someone could see caused me no shame.

Rather the opposite.

Walt watched me do that with an obvious look of pleasure on his face, Marty noticed. I did not mind Walt seeing me like that, in fact I enjoyed it.

One day as I was busy Marty pressed my fussing child to her own bare breast, right in front of our men. 

I had done the same so many times.

I saw that Walt enjoyed that also, even Mark looked. Marty was a bit careful the first few times, she sat on a lawn chair as Julia cooed with pleasure enjoying a new breast to suckle.

Then that became more frequent and Marty lost her initial shyness.

One day she asked me if Mark would mind if she sunbathed nude, we were lying on blankets in the grass in our yard and it was very warm that day.

"Of course not." I told her, reaching down to slip my own bottoms off. Walt's eyes opened widely and he grinned as I lay back. Marty smiled and followed suit quickly.

That must have been quite a contrast, my completely hairless body right next to Marty's full and unkempt bush.

One thing leads to another I suppose. I discovered that Marty had certain tendencies just like I do, we both simply accepted that.

In short order all four of us were nude. Mark did not hesitate, something that caused me to smile inwardly. He showed no obvious signs of excitement at all.

Walt on the other hand was hesitant, since he was completely erect. I grinned as Marty stifled a giggle.

"Is he always like that?" I whispered to Marty.

"No, not really but I don't mind one bit!" She whispered back.

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Marty and I still often delight in teasing the big men working out at our gym with no mercy, she quickly understood that things like that made her hot and Walt appeared to enjoy the hell out of her coming home excited.

Marty was a mildly dumpy housewife type when we met, so being around me was an influence on her.

There is nothing dumpy about me at all, I was and am a regular at our nearby gym.

Was that a good thing? I don't know, I do know she changed, became a much more sexual person, working out with me at the gym toned her body.

It is amazing how losing about 5 pounds and toning up can transform a woman.

Marty colored her hair to cover the few strands of gray, began to use makeup. In short order she discovered the freedom of going without a bra, began to delight in the looks of others.

One day she went with me to the salon and have her genitals waxed.

"I swear to God I almost can't walk without getting off!" She told me with a giggle.

Often Marty and I went out shopping, it didn't take her long to get very good at letting someone have a peek up her skirt or down her blouse.

She learned all that from me, I am a blatant exhibitionist and completely comfortable with being that way.

When a male clerk's eyes drop to my barely covered breasts, and I see their face first surprised and then flushed?

That starts the tingling of pleasure in me without fail.

I love shopping malls with stairs or escalators, I can stand innocently and appear completely unaware. Small cafes with tables at the balcony edge?

Perfect for the little escapades, now often shared with Marty.

My husband Mark knows all about that and is not concerned at all. Walt also knows of course and to him it is exciting.

Easy to tell when we are all sitting around naked in the back yard sipping wine. 

Mark does not erect at the teasing displays Marty and I do, Walt on the other hand nearly always does.

One day Marty and I were headed to the gym, both of us laughing and chatting. Those are fun times, sometimes I wear a skirt and top with an extremely skimpy thong, sometimes I wear my big baggy shorts and nothing at all beneath. Marty always checks with me and dresses similar, we girls love to tease the guys.

They all love it too, and by now most have learned to not hit on us because they get nowhere.

So everything was completely normal until it wasn't.

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"Walt told me last night when we were in bed that he wants to fuck you." Marty said, glancing at me for a reaction as we drove.

I pulled the car off at the next wide spot, stopped.

It was something I already knew but it had never been put into words. It was easy to tell, Walt would often be looking at me and have an erection.

Not something I minded, in fact, I liked it.

"I suppose, I see how Walt looks at us but it never crossed my mind, not really." I told her, using the word "us" deliberately.

"Sometimes I wish Mark would look at me like that." Marty blurted out.

"Mark likes the way you look." I told her.

"He is more interested in looking at you, I can tell. You are so much more beautiful than I am."

"Mark is...he is different I guess, but you are very pretty and I happen to know he likes you too."

"Really? What does he say?" Marty's voice sounded different, this conversation was out of character for her.

"He has told me he likes the way you keep yourself shaved, and he really got off when you let Julia nurse when she was a baby. He told me that was hot, the way you just pulled them out and let her." I laughed.

Marty laughed also but it was a nervous laugh.

Nothing more was said about that, but that word was now out into the open. 

Our workout was normal, after we showered we got into my SUV and headed back home.

"How many men have you made love with?" Marty asked me out of the clear blue sky.

"Just two." I answered after a moment, and that was the truth. Lovemaking to me is a sharing, so it is just my first husband and now my husband Mark.

The second penis to invade me was not love, it was something I allowed to please my husband at the time.

"Fucking", that is called. I remembered that although I do not remember the man. My husband stood and watched, his hand inside a woman's blouse, fondling her breast.

I remember that, acting energetic with the man while feeling little at all except anger at what my husband was doing.

"You know what I mean." Marty said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Intercourse? I don't know, when I was..working? Maybe 200, or more, I am not sure." The truth there is that I really did not know and paid no attention to that.

None of that was love, it was all just fucking.

"Walt was serious, I guess doing it with you has become a fantasy since he asked me right out if I would get mad about it."

"Would you?" I asked her.

"No, not if it was with you." She said with a smile.

"I like Walt, in fact I love Walt just as I love you, Marty. But it could cause problems. Maybe it might be best if we cool it a little bit around the guys?"

"No, I like things the way they are, it's just that...I want Walt to be happy."

"This is really a strange conversation, honey." I said.

"Yea, it is, isn't it? God, the things we do together, I would never have dreamed I would ever do anything like it." She let out a nervous giggle.

I didn't say any more, my thoughts drifted to some of our girlish antics.

It really is amazing the things that women can do, like bend over enough to allow a large expanse of flesh show out of our tops, the nipple barely hidden.

Every male eye will look, without fail. The expressions are endless, everything from delight to incredible shyness.

The surprise is how many will look, then glance away embarrassed. Then the eyes come right back to the display while we pretend to have no idea at all.

But of course we do, always. There is a reason so many females dress the way they do, it is intended to get men to look.

It is a feeling, a sensation of power mixed with the pleasure of the moment.

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Mark and I are probably unique in that we share everything, we keep no secrets from each other.

Perhaps that has something partially to do with that first time, he came to my office as something of a test after months of therapy.

Yes, to...fuck me. He did, also, and actually quite well. Not just once but twice, an extremely rare event.

I liked it, and it cost me that job. I could not do that kind of work liking it.

Silly of course, but there really is a difference. Unemotional, with the goal of helping a patient recover themselves, their own sexuality was one thing.

Liking it made me feel like a...whore?

My man does still have those issues sometimes with performance, it is something that even my talents cannot completely cure.

I wonder sometimes if I ever really did heal anyone?

In any event, I told Mark that evening in bed what Marty had said about our friend Walt wanting to fuck me.

Mark laughed.

"There isn't a hell of a lot of doubt about that." He said.

"I suppose we should perhaps do less nudity around them? I really don't want to cause any issues between the four of us, we are all such close friends."

"Maybe you should just let him?" Mark said, surprising me.

"I can't imagine it causing any issues, Walt is a good friend and it's not like you have never been with anyone." Mark added before I could respond.

Then Mark reached out to touch me, and he was fully erect. Of course I use words, teasing, I tell him details of the things that happen at the gym and sometimes in public, combined with touching him to stimulate him.

Thus no surprise at his reaction to the thought, so many men do. 

Yes, even some of you who proclaim quite loudly that you do not.

"Does the idea of me having sex with Walt excite you?" I asked Mark frankly.

"I am not sure, talking about it seems to a little bit." Mark admitted with a grin.

"More than a little bit!" I laughed, turning to him.

That was a wonderful session, I admit that. The cause does not matter to me, not really. I am very well aware that sexuality is more of a mental thing than a physical reaction and I spent years seeking the mental trigger in the males I worked with.

The next day while Mark was gone to work, Marty dropped by. I made some tea and we sat around and talked like we do nearly every day.

"I told Mark what you said about Walt." I told her.

"About Walt? Oh, lord! What did he say?" She asked, her face flushing.

"He acted interested." I said, then I explained how Mark had gotten excited at the idea and how we had a wonderful lovemaking session.

"Lucky girl." Marty giggled. I just laughed.

"So do you like Walt enough to....?" She asked me after several moments of quiet.

"You mean could I? Yes, I could, but I think it might be more like when I was...?"

"I understand, like you have told me, lovemaking is a two way street and sex is just...?"

"Fucking?" I answered.

"Walt told me I could sleep with Mark if I wanted to." Marty looked right at me.

"But then Mark doesn't like me, not like that. He never...." She added quickly as a flush again crossed her face.

It seemed that Marty had not lost all of her inhibitions.

"Mark likes you just fine, it isn't that. He just takes some effort to get going is all."

"Do you think he would?"

"Why don't you just ask him?" I said.

"This is a pretty silly conversation, Meridith." Marty said with a grin.

Almost exactly what I had told her earlier.

"Yes, it is." I grinned.

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Words. It is strange how words once spoken are followed by changes.

"Walt wants to fuck you." Is what Marty told me. I knew that of course but somehow the words said aloud caused me to think about that rather than it being there in the back of my mind.

Could I?

Of course I could.

Did I want to?

Not really, the correct word to use here is that it would not matter. I knew I loved both Marty and Walt, I just did not LOVE Walt.

So allowing Walt to be intimate with me would be nothing.

I have had my fill of nothing.




Bad Girl Ch. 04



I found myself becoming a bit more reserved when we were around Walt and Marty. No one said anything but I am sure they could tell.

I had let the word, once out in the open, affect me.

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It was at one of my sessions with Doctor Tomlinson, my therapist, that I mentioned the short conversation with Marty. He appeared quite interested.

"So you feel a certain shyness, inhibition now when around your friends?" He asked.

"Yes." I admitted.

"That makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"I notice the way you are sitting today, usually you sit so that you are more...exposed." He glanced down at my skirt.

I knew he was right.

"So tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He asked when I did not answer.

"Confused, I guess." I told him.

"Most women have a natural inhibition about their bodies but you have never demonstrated any of that."

"Usually the opposite." I let out a nervous laugh.

"I know. But now the idea of you taking the relationship that you like the extra step, with the friends that you treasure bothers you?"

"It does."

"I want you to try and understand, entering into an intimate relationship with your friends is a big step. You are afraid it will change things, right?"

"Yes."

"But your friend never really asked you to have intercourse....fuck....with her husband, did she?"

"No, not really. She just mentioned that Walt wanted to."

"I see. But every man who sees you very likely thinks of that." His eyes scanned me up and down for a moment.

"Do you want to?" That was a question I had bluntly asked him before. I grinned and allowed my legs to slightly part.

"I see Meridith is still in there." Doctor Tomlinson laughed. Our relationship is priceless, Doctor Tomlinson has his ethics and I often tease him with no mercy.

I think I am interesting to him, and I think I often send him home to his wife quite eager.

We finished that day's session without any real resolutions, there never is. Doctor Tomlinson always lets me be me, somehow there is a small feeling of inner peace after every visit.

Deep inside I knew there was turmoil, all caused by one word. I decided to just get things out in the open, talk about it bluntly.

I can be very blunt when I choose to be.

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Saturday was another of those warm days, Walt and Marty came over like they nearly always do.

In short order Walt was tilted back in a lawn chair while Mark was preparing to barbecue some Rabbit. Marty came out of the house with a big pitcher of iced Tea.

Julia was spending the day with Mark's mother, so it was just the four of us.

Mark had bought one of those small above ground pools, it was the first weekend we used it.

In short order Walt, Marty and I were in the small thing, being careful to not cave in the side of it and flood our patio. It was fairly snug in there, Marty and I were almost touching.

Had Mark climbed in we all would be touching.

Mark had on an apron so he wouldn't burn himself while he tended the cooker.

"Marty tells me you want to fuck me." I said to Walt right out of the clear blue sky.

"Meridith!" Marty scolded me.

I just laughed, Walt turned bright red.

"I..err..it's just that...you are interesting." Walt admitted.

"That would change us from being good friends to being swingers, wouldn't it?" I asked him.

"I guess it would." He admitted, looking me right in the eyes.

"Then I suppose Marty would be with Mark, right?" I asked.

Walt looked at Marty nervously, she just grinned at him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark's ears perk up, he was barely a dozen feet away.

"You sure are right to the point, aren't you, Meridith? But then I should be used to that by now." Walt laughed.

"Well, I want you to know that both Mark and I love you guys, but we don't love you that way?"

Walt nodded. I looked over at Marty, she gave me a shy smile. Then she nodded.

"What I want is for us all to be good friends." I told him. I saw Mark also nod slightly out of the corner of his eye.

"It is going to be just Mark and I forever, that is what I want."

"That's fine, honey. I have my own little hottie right here." He held out his arm and Marty slid around next to him with a smile.

We all understood, things were going to stay the way they were.

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So there it all was, out in the open. Some people might keep a subject like that bottled up inside, I did not want to.

That is just me.

We all are often nude when sitting around relaxing. Sometimes all of us, sometimes just one or two of us.

Walt still looks at me with interest and I do not mind that one bit, in fact I like it. I have noticed he now seldom erects though.

We got that word out in the open. 

"Fuck!" 

The one I seldom use.

When I make love now, I do it with my husband Mark, I do not think we ever just...fuck.

I still do the silly flashing things, often Marty and I delight in our antics down at the gym and sometimes over at the shopping malls.

Our men know, I think they like their two very bad girls.

I did not fuck with our friend Walt and Mark did not fuck with Marty.

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Why did I write this? Like I said, I don't know.

The nice man who helped me with it told me it was incomplete, and that for a sex story site it needed something more to happen.

We are just four people, good friends. We have been naked together, I have seen Walt with a full erection, he has seen the most intimate portions of me.

Marty has seen my Mark, he has seen her also.

Naked.

All of that is silly, yet the four of us like it.

Anyone who saw us would think we are swingers, silly sex with each other all the time. In fact, we have never even had sex with our own mates in front of each other.

There isn't any of that, no need.

If you are ever at the mall or around town and see us, you will know.

I am a bad girl, so is my friend Marty.

+++

As Doctor Tomlinson told me at the last session, I am healing.

I asked him what he would do once I was healed to some semblance of normal.

"That will make me very happy." He told me.

"But then you wouldn't get to look at me any more." I grinned as his face reddened slightly.

We are at that point in our sessions, we both know what is next.

I do not always do what I am about to, but here in this safe place I get to be myself.

Doctor Tomlinson can usually see up my skirt, I make sure of that. He is now more comfortable with looking at my vagina, my prominent pussy lips.

My skirt is very short, it always is.

I lightly color my outer lips sometimes, it makes them more visible. I feel the sensations of an orgasm building, I open my legs more widely, blatantly.

Doctor Tomlinson leans forward slightly, reaching up to press his glasses back on his nose. His eyes look directly between my open legs.

This is almost like a ritual, something we have done many times before.

I can feel my damp lips part, the coolness of the air in the room. My instinct is to reach down, use my fingers to open myself even more, expose my inner flesh.

But I do not, I just sit there, allowing him to view me.

I want him to see me, see everything. With an brush of my hand, my loose top slips downward easily, baring one nipple. The orgasm slips gently over me, my body spasms.

It is just a small one, but fills the need of the moment.

We are both very quiet, Doctor Tomlinson's breathing comes faster, just like my own.

"Let's just say my wife thinks you are wonderful!" He laughed, finally leaning back.

The mention of his wife is Doctor Tomlinson's own method of self defense. He knows very well he can never touch me.

Yet he wants to, we are both completely aware of that.

I laugh myself, close my legs and stand up. I knew I needed to get home, to my husband Mark.

He knows, and he will be excited as I tease, then love him.

Am I insane?

Sometimes I think so.

Sometimes I don't think so.

I am Meridith, and I am perfectly all right.