5 comments/ 35475 views/ 17 favorites A Shot in the Park By: MemoryHeap I was in the middle of a flower bed in the city park near my home, doing a little macrophotography. I had been shooting flowers and the occasional bumblebee for about a half-hour. The park is home to a soccer pitch, a baseball diamond, and various play structures, since it was mainly intended for the local children. The city had installed a couple of flower beds around the perimeter, surrounded by low stone walls, and the summer's weather had been good to the flowers, and the fat bees. I looked up at one point, and noticed her watching me from a corner of the flower bed. She was one of my neighbours, a cute little blonde who had obviously just dropped one of her kids off at the soccer practice that was underway across the park. She must have picked him up right after work, as she was still in a dress and heels, rather than jeans or shorts like most of the other soccer moms. I rocked back from my knees, and looked at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't let me disturb you. I saw you from across the park and was just wondering what you were doing in the middle of the flower bed. I'll leave you alone." She started to turn away, and something made me call out to her. "No, don't go. I was about to wrap up anyway, so you're not disturbing me at all." To prove it, I stood up and lifted my camera and tripod out of the dirt, and started navigating my way through the flowers to the edge of the stones, where I had left my gadget bag. She turned back, and slowly wandered over to where I was, sitting down on the stone wall, hands clasping her knees. As I started rummaging in my gadget bag, she looked at my equipment, and said, "You certainly seem to have some professional gear. Do you make money at this, or is it only a hobby?" "Well, it's mainly a hobby that I can't really afford, so I do some work that I get paid for, and that keeps me in equipment." As I picked up a second camera from my bag, I turned to look at her, and was caught by the way the sun was striking her face, glowing through her hair. She had let it down from the ponytail it was originally in, and it fanned around her face and over her shoulders, the light breeze moving wisps of it across her face. I immediately brought the camera to my eye and started shooting, framing her head and shoulders with the zoom lens, then moving in for the head shot. I leaned at different angles, and kept shooting as she moved her head to look at me. "What are you doing? Don't take my picture. I really don't like to be photographed." I ignored her complaints, as the camera loved this woman. I started directing her to turn her head, bring her chin down a little, put a hand to her face, and run her fingers through her hair. She actually stopped complaining with my first posing direction, so I kept shooting, and kept talking to her. I paused after a moment, and asked, "Why don't you like having your picture taken?" "Because I never look good in pictures. I'm not very photogenic." "You haven't been photographed correctly. Take a look, you look great in the photos." I showed her some of the shots I had taken, using the preview screen on the back of my camera. She got very quiet as she viewed them, then in a soft voice, said, "You're very good. Those are fantastic photos. I've never looked like that." "Would you like to do some more? You're quite a good portrait subject. Do you have time to pose?" "Well, my son will be at soccer practice for a while longer, so all right." "Okay, let's see what we've got." I moved to one side of her, and looked over her body. "Sit up straight. Look out toward the edge of the park. I took a few profile shots, noting her excellent facial features, and what appeared to be large breasts. "Lean over, wrap your arms around your knees then rest your head on your knees. Turn your face toward me. Don't smile; look wistful." I took a couple of more shots, moving from one side to directly in front of her, and then came back to the side. "Are you wearing pantyhose, or stockings?" "What? Why is that important?" "I want to see a bit more of your leg from the side, with your face on your knees the way you were. If you're wearing stockings, they probably have a pretty lace top. If there's part of that visible under the hem of your dress, it adds an element of sexiness and mystery to the photo. If you're wearing pantyhose, then they won't be pretty, and we'll keep that air of mystery out of things." "We-e-ell, okay. They're stockings." "Great." As I crouched to one side, I said, "Pull your dress back a little, so the top of your stockings start to show. You may need to lift a bit to pull it out from under you, and let it bunch a little at your waist, rather than lower down." She looked around, and seeing that there was no one anywhere near us, she lifted up a few inches, then pulled at the waist of her dress, and the tops of her stockings came into view. "Okay, that's enough for now. Let's try that." I coached her back into position, and took a few more shots. I liked the result, but thought I could get slightly more eroticism into the shot. "Can you pull your dress back a little further? I want to get a hint of thigh above the lace top." She looked at me for a second, debating, then lifted and once again pulled her dress up before sitting back down. I took a few more shots, and looked at the results. "Okay, that's a problem." "What is?" "Well, I guess it's because you're not very tall, but to get enough leg to show above the top of your stockings, I can see your panties in the shot. They're not very high-cut. It's too bad, because I keep seeing this flash of white. If you'd been wearing high-cut ones, or a thong, we wouldn't have this problem." "Or if I were four inches taller." I laughed and agreed with her. She paused for a moment, and then offered, "I could take them off. Would that help?" "Well, we certainly wouldn't have to worry about a flash of white in the shot if you did. It's up to you." She looked around again, then reached under the dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down over the stockings, and off her feet. She looked around for a place to put them, when I said, "Hold them in one hand, and let them dangle from your fingers. I took another series of shots with her panties conspicuously visible in her hand, including a couple making her appear to be sniffing at the crotch. I took more shots from the side, this time with her dress positioned to show not only all of her thigh above the stockings, but also a part of her ass. From some angles, the lower part of her vulva was visible, and I could tell that she had a full bush of pubic hair. I moved in front of her, and had her move one leg lower, and a little to the side, exposing her triangle of hair, and some of her cleft. I could detect moisture through the longer lens I was using. I moved a little closer to her as she asked, "Do you do this kind of photography often?" "Do you mean the flowers, or shooting people?" "Oh, I meant the people, especially women. Do you always get them to take their underwear off?" "Well, taking your underwear off was your idea, but it seems to have agreed with you. You're getting wet. Does the thought of getting naked for some photos turn you on?" "Hmmm, I think it does." "Spread your knees, let me see." Amazingly, she opened her legs about two feet. I sat back and had a clear view of her wet labia, even through the forest of hair. "Okay, I'm going to tell you what kind of photos I quite often take. We'll see if you're interested. You'll have to imagine yourself as the model, and if that interests you, then maybe you should spend some time in my studio. Okay?" She looked at me for a second, then nodded slowly, an undercurrent of fear visible on her face, but not strong enough to move her off the course I was setting. "Okay. To start, put your fingers in the waistband of your panties, and stretch them out straight. Now, roll them from the waist to the crotch, just like you'd roll a cigar. When you're done, hold the two ends of the roll, and tie a knot in the middle." She followed the instructions, looking at me a little puzzled. When she was done, I took the knotted panties, then held them to her mouth, and told her to open up. Another flash of fear crossed her face, but her lips opened, and I put the knot behind them and her teeth, turning the panties into a gag. "I'm afraid you might make some noise, and we wouldn't want the little kids to come running, now would we?" She shook her head, and I thought I could hear a little moan, whether of fear or arousal I wasn't sure. "Now, put your hands behind your head, and lace your fingers together. Spread your knees wider." Her dress moved up her thighs a little more, and her entire mound was now on display, with her separated labia on view. I thought that she could probably feel the breeze across her wet lips. I moved up beside her, so I could speak in a low voice but still be able to look directly into her eyes. There was definitely a mixture of fear and arousal showing, but she wasn't trying to get up and run away. "Imagine yourself in my studio. You're mostly naked. There is a big white ball gag in your mouth, and your red lips show in stark contrast to the white of the ball. There is a leather collar around your neck. It's not so tight that you can't breathe, but it forces you to keep your head up. You can't look down at yourself. You're on your knees; they are widely spread, but your ankles are crossed. Your wrists have leather cuffs on them. They are fastened behind your head, to the collar around your neck. Your ankles are also cuffed, and fastened together. "You are on display. Anyone who comes into the room can see you, and you can't stop them from touching you." I ran my right hand down the side of her face, and over the front of her dress, pausing to squeeze each of her prominent breasts. "Your breasts bear the marks of a recent flogging; they are flushed a light red, and some stripes are visible across them." I felt a sharp intake of breath from her at this comment. I moved my hand to her crotch, and pressed on her mound through the front of her dress. This time her moan sounded like complete arousal, with no fear. "Someone whom you don't know walks into the room, and looks at you. They reach out and touch you all over, rubbing, squeezing, poking, and pinching. They look into your eyes, and say 'Now, slut, you are going to come for us, and we are going to photograph you while you do.' They hold up two fingers, and a thumb, and they say that they are going to make you come with just those." As I said this, I held my right hand up in front of her face, and folded the fingers down, until only my first two fingers and my thumb were left. Her eyes were locked onto my hand and then my fingers the entire time. I slowly moved the hand down between her legs, then toward her pussy, and I inserted the fingers into her soaking entrance in a single move, sinking them into her depths. She moaned loudly through the gag, and closed her eyes at the intensity of the feelings that were going through her mind and her body. She thought of herself as being in bondage based on my description, even though there was no impediment preventing her from simply walking away. As the fingers bottomed out, I brought my thumb to rest on her clit, and started slowly rubbing it back and forth. "Open your eyes and look at me." She straightened her head, focusing on my eyes. "Do you scream when you come? Do you make a lot of noise and thrash around?" After a moment, she slowly nodded. "Well, I can imagine that you're going to want to be very quiet when you come this time. After all, we don't want your kid's soccer coach to wonder what's happening over here, do we?" She shook her head, and I could see the slight tinge of fear returning to her expression. "Oh, and keep your eyes open when you come. I want you to be looking into my eyes the whole time that your cute little body is thrashing around." My fingers had been moving throughout the conversation, and my thumb had been firmly rubbing her clitoris. Her hips were moving in time with my fingers and she moaned again as I wiggled my fingers inside her. I curled the tips of my fingers toward the front wall of her channel, and located the rough patch of her G-spot. I squeezed the front of her vulva between the thumb on her clit and the fingers in her hole, and rubbed both of them quickly and firmly. Her breath started whistling through her nose, and her moans began to rise in volume, then clipped off as she remembered where she was. Her entire body tensed, and then started shaking as the spasms overtook her. I kept massaging her two hot spots, stretching the orgasm for her, and enjoying the crash of emotions across her face. Her hips were bucking into my hand, helping me drive my fingers into her depths, and I marveled at the strength of the orgasm, thinking that she might be a lot of fun to play with in other circumstances. I could picture her in leather straps, in my studio, welts crisscrossing her body from a flogger, and knew that she would look beautiful in the photographs. I also knew that she would look wonderful in the photographs that I had been taking over the past few minutes. My other camera had been focused on her the entire time, and I had been triggering the remote with my left hand. She had not noticed the sound of the shutter firing; I couldn't wait to get these shots onto my computer. I was sure that a couple of them would look good displayed in my studio. As she calmed down, I reached up to take the gag out of her mouth, and she swallowed hard, then asked, "Can I take my arms down now?" My fingers were still embedded in her, and I moved them around, rubbing her clit a few times, lightly. "That depends. Would you like to come again?" I stepped up the pace of my thumb and she groaned. "Please...please stop. I can't take anymore. I'm too sensitive. It's starting to hurt." "Okay, take your hands down. You looked like you enjoyed it. Was it hard not being able to scream?" "C-c-can you please take your fingers out, and stop that?" Reluctantly, I slid my fingers out of her wet pussy, and then brought them to my mouth for a taste. "Hmmm, you taste quite good. Here, clean them off." I shoved the fingers forcefully between her lips, and felt her tongue go to work, removing her juices. The feel of her tongue woke up a few nerve endings of my own, between my legs, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it at the moment. "So, did you want to scream?" "Yes. You made me come very hard, but the things you said scared me. Would you really put cuffs on me, and whip my breasts?" "I think you'd really enjoy the whipping. The way you came here, just thinking about it, tells me that to experience it would make you come like there was no tomorrow. The whip sensitizes all of your skin. It wakes up every nerve ending you have, so you feel everything. Even the breeze out here, moving across your tits when they've been whipped, might make you come all by itself. "I really enjoy whipping little girls like you, and photographing them when they've been whipped, or when they're coming so hard they're screaming their lungs out. And just after you've come, when you've got that 'fresh fucked' look, there's a glow about you that can't be captured any other time." Her eyes were getting a little glazed, and I could tell that thinking about what I was saying was raising her level of arousal again. I moved in close and spoke directly into her ear, putting a hand on her thigh and squeezing firmly. "You want to do this again, I can tell. You want to be completely naked, and bound, and you want to come until you scream, then come again until your screaming makes you hoarse." I slid the hand on her thigh up to her mound, and rubbed it firmly over her engorged labia. She moaned deep in her throat, her eyes closed, and her head flung back. I moved a finger to her clit, and started rubbing it very lightly, wanting to ramp up her arousal, but not make her come—that was for another time. "Hmmmm...yes-s-s. I want to co-o-ome...please." "No, no, no slut. You said you were too sensitive, so I don't want to hurt you. Here's what you're going to do...you're going to come to my house, and I'm going to put you in all kinds of restraints, and I'm going to whip you, and I'm going to make you come, and you're going to make me come, and we're going to have all kinds of fun." My finger kept sliding over her clit through the entire statement; I wanted her thinking with her clit and not her mind, or else she would never come into my bondage lair. "Is that what you're going to do, slut?" "Hmmm...yes-s-s, I'll come to your house...please...I need to come." "No, slut. You get to come when I say you can come, and not before. You keep this little clittie hot for me until I get to play with it again. You keep your fingers off of it. If you come before I see you at my house, I'll know, and you'll get whipped for real. I'll give you a whipping that will hurt, not just one that will turn you on. Understood?" "Yes-s-s." "Oh, and by the way, slut..." I moved my finger off her clit, and took hold of some of her pubic hair with a few fingers, then tugged on it. "If you aren't shaved when you come to my house, then you will be when you leave." I let go of her, and stood up, then packed up the rest of my gear. She looked up at her panties, still in my left hand, and I held them out. "These are a souvenir for me. You might want to be careful how you sit at the rest of the soccer practice." I put the panties in my gadget bag. "See you soon, slut." I walked home, leaving her in the park, pondering her next step. I was fairly certain that she would soon be screaming in my studio. A Shot in the Park Ch. 02 My doorbell rang three days later, in the middle of the morning. I wasn't expecting anyone, and was prepared to tell off some proselytizing evangelist or sales type when I threw the door open. Amazingly, she was standing there wearing a blouse and a short denim skirt, with sandals. I looked her up and down; she was obviously nervous, not sure where to put her hands, running them through her hair, and over her skirt. She looked at me somewhat expectantly, but also obviously at least a little scared. I stared back for a moment, taking in her lack of makeup, and noting that she wasn't wearing stockings. I wondered if she had left her panties at home, and whether she was even wearing a bra. I figured that I'd find out one way or another before long. "I have to say, I'm a little surprised to see you. Why are you here?" I figured 'what the hell?' I had nothing to lose by getting under her skin right from the start. If I pushed her buttons and she still came in, then the rest of the day would definitely be interesting. She was obviously put off-balance by my question. "I...I...uh...you said to come to your house." "Yes, I did. What else did I say?" She looked around frantically, obviously embarrassed by what I was making her admit, especially here on my front porch, not even inside the house yet. "You...you said you would make me come." "I think I said a lot more than that didn't I?" "P-Please...do I have to say it all?" "Well, if you're here, then you must want to do the things I said I was going to do, so you should be able to tell me what you want." For a moment I thought she was going to turn and run away. It was obvious that it had taken her the three days to work up the courage to even ring my doorbell. And now, I was forcing her to describe the things she thought I was going to do to her before I even let her in the house. I wanted her off-balance, and scared, because I wanted to make sure that she really did want this. Even as submissive as I thought she was, she could cause me a lot of trouble if she decided that this really wasn't for her. "Y-Y-You...uh..." She paused for a moment, and I could see her swallow hard, and then take a deep breath. Finally, she looked me in the eye, and pushed out a single rush of words. "You said you would put me in restraints, and whip me, and make me come, and make me make you come." I looked at her closely for a minute, studying her like a bug on a pin. Her gaze never wavered from mine. "And you want me to do these things to you?" "Y-yes." "You realize that some of those things might hurt." "Y-yes." "I told you a few other things, didn't I? What else did I tell you?" Another deep breath. "You told me that I wasn't allowed to come until I came over here. You told me to...to keep my clittie hot for you until you got to play with me again." "And is it hot for me?" "Y-yes." "And have you come since the other day in the park?" "No." "Are you wearing panties?" "Y-yes." "Give them to me." Her eyebrows went straight up, and her mouth opened wide. She started to say something, then closed her mouth and swallowed again, and looked around frantically again. She finally looked at me again, and noticed that I hadn't changed my expression, or my gaze; it was still firmly fixed on her. She finally decided that she couldn't get any sympathy. Her eyes closed, and her hands reached under her skirt, doing her best to avoid lifting it too high. A moment later she gave a little shimmy, and her panties fell to her ankles. She bent over to get them past her sandals, then straightened up with them in one hand, and held it out to me. "Come here." She stepped up to me with her hand still out, her panties dangling from her fingers. I slipped a hand under her skirt, and found her soaking wet slit. She may have been scared to death, but she was also highly aroused. I started rubbing her clit firmly with a couple of fingers, and she rose on her toes either to escape, or in response to the sensation. Her next breath came out in a moan, and her head started to tip back. She really was very turned on. "You really want it bad, don't you slut? You're ready to come right now, aren't you? Are you ready to scream it out to the neighbourhood?" "N-N-No-o. Please...please." My fingers kept moving, and she was getting wetter by the second. "Well, if you don't want the neighbours to hear you when you come, I'd suggest doing something with those panties." My eyebrows shot up as she crumpled the panties in her hands and pushed them into her mouth, gagging herself. "That's it baby, now you can get a little louder. We'll save the screams for later when you're inside." I changed my tactic to grab her clit between my thumb and index finger, and started rubbing its sides very firmly. I knew this would send her over the edge very quickly. "Before you get to come, I want to see your tits. Open your blouse. Show them to me." Her hands flew to her buttons, nearly ripping them off the blouse in her haste. Her bra latched in front, and was undone in a flash. Her breasts were truly magnificent; I knew from the park that they were large, but these looked like full D-cups, and were firm enough to barely sag without the bra. "Hold them up. Squeeze them hard. I want to see finger marks." She complied, working them very hard, offering them out to me. I knew that we could have lots of fun with them; well, fun for me, but maybe not for her. "Grab your nipples; pinch them hard. I want to hear you squeal." As her fingers clamped on the nipples, the flash of pain was enough to send her into her first orgasm, which was what I had expected. She screamed, muted by her mouthful of panties, and shook on my hand as I squeezed her little bud to add a spark of pain from her clit. I thought for a moment that she might lose her balance, and I was prepared to grab her, but she settled back down to her feet even as the spasms continued. I kept rubbing her clit forcefully, and her hips started moving in and out in a pantomime of fucking. I wondered if she would go into a second orgasm, but decided that I wouldn't give her the chance. I kept up my massage of her clit for a minute more, then pulled my hand back. Her reaction indicated that she was expecting another orgasm, and her motions continued for a moment or two more before her eyes opened in confusion. I waited until she had calmed a bit. "There's something else I told you, wasn't there, slut?" She looked confused for a moment, then the light dawned. Taking her wet panties out of her mouth she swallowed, and nodded, then looked down and quietly said, "Yes." "And...?" "Y-you said that you would shave me if I hadn't done it myself." Still looking down. "So, I guess we're going to start by getting rid of that forest between your legs." "Y-Yes." "Okay. Well, since you're most of the way there already, leave your clothes on the chair over there. Get down on your knees when you're done." She gave me another one of those panicked looks, and her head swung as her eyes frantically scanned the neighbourhood. I gazed at her steadily, waiting to see her reaction. When she finally came to the conclusion that no one seemed to be watching her, and that I wasn't going to back down from my request, she shrugged her blouse and bra off her shoulders and down her arms, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair that I had indicated. She dropped her sodden panties on top of them, then reached for the button and zipper at the side of her skirt. She stepped out of it, and placed it neatly on top of her other clothes. Naked, she looked up at me and swallowed, then moved over a couple of feet and gracefully dropped to her knees. Her face was doing its best not to show the fear that was running through her, and she kept her eyes pointed straight ahead, staring at the front of the house. I walked over to stand in front of her, and reached out with one foot to tap the inside of each of her thighs. She got my message, and spread her knees further apart; I gave her another tap to get them opened up to my satisfaction. I stepped back enough to let her see my face when I spoke. "Put your hands behind your head, and lace your fingers together, elbows out to the side." After she had complied, and was looking at me, I continued. "Every time you come here, this is the pose you will assume while you wait to be granted entry. You will strip, put your clothes on that chair, ring the doorbell, then position yourself the way you are now. Understood?" "Y-yes sir." "You might be here a while...if I'm busy, I won't always answer the door right away. Once you have rung the bell, you are not permitted to leave, or to change your pose; you will be punished if you don't follow instructions. You are not allowed to stand up until given permission—I might even decide to just leave you out here for a few hours, or to bring a flogger out and work you over in the fresh air. Got it?" "Y-yes sir." "All right, now let's get a little more information about you...tell me about yourself...describe your body, your current life, what your sexual experience has been so far...what turns you on...anything else you might think is relevant." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I'm thirty-one years old. I was married for five years, but I've been divorced for five years. I have one son who's eight years old...he's with my ex for the next couple of weeks. I'm not dating anyone right now, but I am on birth control; I have no diseases or physical problems. I'm in reasonably good shape...I run several times a week, I go to the gym, and I swim when I can. My body...I wear a D-cup bra, but my breasts are firm, and my rear is quite firm as well. I don't have a lot of experience with sex...I was a virgin when I got married, so I've only ever slept with my ex-husband, and a couple of other men. I haven't dated much, because men don't want anything to do with a woman with a kid." Her lack of sexual experience surprised me, and actually scared me a little. I already knew that she seemed very submissive, and because of that I had expected to find out that she was also quite experienced. The submissives I had previously known had all had a lot of experience, mainly because their condition had been recognized and exploited by others, just as I had been planning on exploiting her. "If you're such a virgin, why are you here? This won't be romantic. I'm not going to be your lover; if you stay here, I'm going to use you. I'm going to let other people use you. You won't be making love, you'll be getting fucked. Sometimes you'll get fucked hard, hard enough that it will feel like rape. You'll be tied up, you'll be whipped, and you'll be humiliated. You'll be shown off like a piece of meat. You could get hurt; I'll try to avoid anything that will leave permanent marks, but I can't watch everyone all the time. Are you sure this is what you want?" There were tears rolling down her cheeks, and I could see her shaking a little, flinching at some of the things I was saying. I hadn't pulled any punches; in fact, I had embellished a little, as I had no intention of actually hurting her physically. I definitely would fuck her hard, and let other people do it, but any beatings or tortures would be completely controlled. My objective was to see how far I could push her sexually, using humiliation as necessary, but I had no interest in seeing her bleeding or with broken bones. My main weapon would be her imagination, since I could make her afraid of things that I knew would never actually happen. I waited for her to respond, thinking that her next move would be to stand up and put her clothes back on. She wasn't restrained; she was here of her own free will, but so far she had acted as if I had chained her to the deck of my porch. A minute or two went by, then she seemed to stiffen, and her head lifted, her eyes coming to rest with mine. With a surprising amount of resolve, she said, "The other day in the park you made me do things that I had never imagined I would let anyone do to me. The things you said about tying me up and whipping me scared me to death, but for some reason the whole scene turned me on like never before. When you left me, all I wanted to do was come, regardless of whether I did it myself, or you did it, or some stranger just bent me over and fucked me. "You said you would hurt me if I came here, but even the thought of that didn't scare me as much as it should; so help me, thinking about it made me horny. I don't know what's wrong with me. The thought of being hurt scares me, but the thought of that orgasm in the park makes the possibility of pain seem less. Thinking about someone else playing with my body and forcing me to come makes every nerve in my body wake up. I've been dripping ever since you left me in the park. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I have to find out." I thought for a minute about whether I wanted to take on this project. Admittedly, she was gorgeous, and I had a hell of an erection from looking at her and imagining the possibilities. She certainly seemed to be as submissive as they come, short of needing to be told when to breathe, or how to walk. I had to admit to a powerful attraction, and that worried me, because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to treat her as dispassionately as I should. If I started to feel anything toward her, it would complicate matters. "Tell me what happened after I left you in the park. What was it like to be at your son's soccer practice with a wet pussy and no panties?" She blushed fiercely red, which really surprised me. I hadn't expected a naked woman kneeling on my front porch to be any more embarrassed than she already was. "Oh God, at first I couldn't believe that you would just walk away like that. I was so sure that you were going to make me scream and come, and I was even afraid that you would drag me to your house and fuck me. I was so horny, and so humiliated when you just got up and walked away with my panties. "I just sat there for a few minutes, then finally realized that I had to go and watch the practice or my son would come looking for me. When I got there, there was no room left on the bleachers, so I had to sit on the grass beside the field. When I sat down I know I flashed at least one of the other mothers, because I saw her give me a dirty look, and say something to the woman beside her. Then it started getting windy, and my dress nearly blew up to my waist. I'm sure I flashed a few more people when that happened, and I could feel the breeze on my pussy because it was so wet. "When the practice ended, I saw several of the fathers watching me. I could tell that at least a couple of them wanted to talk to me, but they couldn't with their kids or their wives there. I think they wanted to see if I was naked under my dress, or maybe something more. The whole idea that everyone there knew that I wasn't wearing panties made me feel humiliated, but it also made me feel horny. I think I must be weird..." "No, you're not weird, but you have given me a good idea...I think we should invite all the neighbourhood soccer parents to a cookout, and we'll put you on display. We'll tie you spread-eagled between a couple of trees in the backyard, and let everyone have a really good look at you. Of course, since you'd be naked, they'd also get a chance to feel the goods, and stick a few fingers into whatever takes their fancy...what do you think? A good idea, right?" Her eyes got very wide while she looked at me, trying to see if I was kidding, or serious. At the same time, I could see her breathing get deeper, and a shudder moved over her body. "W-w-would you really do that to me? Let all of those people look at me, and touch me?" "I can see that the thought turns you on, so don't try to convince me that you wouldn't enjoy it. I already told you that I'd let people see you naked, and play with you, and fuck you. If you don't want it to happen, then this is your chance to leave...you're not tied up, there's nothing keeping you here. Put your clothes back on and walk away." Her eyes closed, and she started taking long slow breaths in an effort to calm herself. I was once again sure that she was about to get up and leave, but she stayed on her knees. I decided to force the issue. I unzipped my pants, and reached in to free my dick, which was still erect and leaking a little. I pulled back the foreskin, baring the head, and stepped up closer to her so that my prick was swaying an inch in front of her face. "It's time to make up your mind. Get dressed and leave, or start showing me what you can do." Her eyes snapped open, and she nearly went cross-eyed as she focused on the head of my dick. She looked at me through her lashes, then lowered her eyes back to the object in front of her. She licked her lips, and started to bring her hands down. "Put your hands back where they were. No hands, just your mouth. Show me how good you are at this." Her hands went back behind her head, and she leaned forward. Her full lips opened a little, and she softly made contact with the head of my dick, then paused. I felt the tip of her tongue swipe over the opening, tasting the drop of pre-cum that was there. I felt a moan start in her throat and move to her lips as she slowly engulfed the head of my cock, and started moving toward my crotch. She kept moving her head forward in one slow continuous thrust, and I hissed air through my teeth as I felt her tongue washing over the head and along the ridge under my cock. The softness of her lips and tongue was unbelievable, as the wet furnace that was her mouth devoured me. She finally paused when her nose was pressed into the cloth of my pants, sucking hard and massaging the entire length of my cock with her lips and tongue and cheeks. She stayed there so long that I thought she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, but she didn't seem to be in any distress. I finally realized that I had entered her throat when she suddenly swallowed. Her throat muscles clenched on the head of my cock and the sensation nearly made me come. I am not overly large, but I do boast a good thick eight inches, and she had all of it buried in her face. It had been a long time since anyone had come near to deep-throating me, and I was thoroughly enjoying this surprise. She began an equally slow withdrawal, and I felt the walls of her mouth close in on me as she sucked very hard. Her tongue never stopped moving, and sped up as she reached the tip. When she had just the head in her mouth, she gently closed her teeth behind the rim, and pulled a little bit, then beat the entire head with her tongue, lashing it furiously. The sensation pulled a deep groan from my throat, and I started thinking about baseball scores in order to forestall the orgasm that was already building behind my balls. The next stroke inward was a little faster, but went just as deep, and I started to marvel at how experienced she seemed to be at this. I made a mental note to have her do me sometime at just the initial slow speed; I wanted to experience a long, slow, soft deep-throating until I couldn't take it anymore. Right now, I wanted to come in the worst way, but I also wanted to see what tactics she would use. As soon as she bottomed out, her head started moving backward again, then rapidly forward as soon as she reached the head of my cock. She quickly set a pile-driving pace, yet I could still feel her throat muscles on each stroke, and her tongue over every surface of my dick. My hips started moving like I was fucking her face, and I finally put a hand on the top of head, more to steady myself than to guide her; she certainly needed no direction. Her face was practically bouncing off my abdomen because of the speed she was moving at, and I started grunting with the force of the strokes. I knew my orgasm was about to burst forth, and I tightened my grip on her head a little in preparation.