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Re: (Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy
 

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Re: (Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy
 

Elena, the young 25-year old fitness trainer who was manning the reception counter for the day, cast a dismissive eye at the slut coming through the door. It was these whores that gave their hair colour a bad rep. The walking wet dream was almost naked, clad in some sort of modified one-piece microkini that literally only covered her nipples and slit. The young lady could see that the big titted slut's pussy was completely shaved as the areas around her pubic area - "PUBLIC area", as Elena would think to herself with a smirk - were completely exposed. And the slit itself was barely covered! The slut had signed up for a membership a couple of months ago, and truth be told, the staff appreciated the added patronage from other people even if they came just to gawk at the nearly naked beauty. Yet, Elena deeply disliked the slutty look that the whore kept turning up in. Glaring at Jasmine's 6-inch silvery white heels, she wondered if the cheap slut was here to exercise, or to do a strip-tease. Well, it wouldn't be much of a tease, she mused. The dumb bitch was as good as naked.



Jasmine scanned her membership card, ignoring the irritated glances from the young woman.

"WELCOME BACK, JIZZMINE." the automated machine announced cheerfully.

Jasmine blushed, a fresh wave of humiliation rushing across her sextoy body. That was her new official and LEGAL name. Had been for the last couple of months, thanks to Nicolette. It was a wonder that Owen had not found out yet, because she still used her "real name" (as far as she was concerned, Jasmine was still her "real name") in everyday life. Except when Nicolette forced her to use her legal name, of course. Thankfully, the cruel woman had not yet forced her to reveal the humiliating fact to Owen. Yet.

Elena rolled her eyes at the busty Jasmine and pressed the buzzer attached to the glass entrance of the gym.

Jasmine immediately headed for the changing rooms. She changed from her 6-inch stripper heels to her comfortable sports shoes, feeling somewhat relieved, and locked her small gym bag in her locker. Tying her hair into a bun and reapplying a thin coat of FUCKME RED lipstick, Jasmine stared at her pathetic reflection in the mirror. Her tits were nearly bursting out of the stretchy strings, which was basically all the Slutdrops were. Clearly surgically enhanced due to their perfect symmetry, even though they bounced well, her new F cups were shouting at curious eyes to stare at them. The back of the thong had vanished into her ass crack, and she would have looked completely naked from the back, if not for the contrast between the silvery white Slutdrops and her now-completely even tan. The slit of her pussy seemed covered if casually viewed from the front, but if someone were to lie between her slightly parted legs, they could clearly see the outer portions of her groove. From the shaved area right above her clit to the tit-flesh directly around her nipples, the entirety of the rest of her body was literally exposed. She sighed and left the changing room, walking towards the workout area.



Jasmine had just begun on her stretches when she was propositioned by a young man. He seemed barely 20.

"You look like a good fuck." he confidently whispered in her ear, "Wanna come home with me?"

It was normal for Jasmine to be hit on at the gym, especially with her whorish attire. In any case, she mused, it would make her routine somewhat easier.

"Well.. If you hold it for an hour.. I'll let you see everything.. And USE everything.." she whispered back, lightly brushing against his rapidly-stiffening crotch through his thin exercise shorts.

Of course he agreed, and, with a naughty wink, the busty Jasmine pranced to her first exercise station.



Her first exercise was running on the treadmill. 6 miles/hour was not an exceptionally tough speed for a former cheerleader, but her bouncing tits and ass made things a little harder without proper support. In any case, she completed her 10-minute run and headed to the squat rack.

She was to spend the next 10 minutes doing extremely deep sumo-squats. Again, the weight was manageable but heavy enough to keep her sweating. As she was adjusting the weight plates, a muscular middle-aged man came over and actually inserted his hand into the gap between the tight thong strap and her ass. Jasmine got a shock at the sudden intrusion, feeling his coarse hand directly on her naked butt. Furthermore, the already extremely tight, albeit stretchy, Slutdrops were stretched out even more over her big tits and dug into her pussy from the front.

"Why don't you get naked and I show you how to squat on my cock?" he growled.

Jasmine rolled her eyes, but she knew what she was supposed to do. Nicolette seemed to have a plan for every single humiliating situation that the almost-naked big titted Jasmine would face at the gym. If someone were to physically touch her, she would not resist for 10 seconds. In fact, she was to turn towards them and press her curvy body against theirs, as though to emphasize how horny and available she was.



That was exactly what Jasmine did, inclining her ass upwards and allowing the bottom of her pussy to brush against the man's arm through the skimpy piece of cloth. It was as though she loved his touch on her naked ass and was now saying, "why don't you have a go at the front?" Of course, the man did have a go, inserting his entire hand into her Slutdrops and between her legs from the back, stroking her shaved slit for a few seconds. Jasmine spread her legs slightly to give him proper access and room to play with her once-private pussy. They took turns using the squat rack, with frequent molestation sessions in between each set.

Jasmine was bound for the thigh adductor-abductor machine next. It was a simple exercise, but Jasmine was under no illusions as to the image she would be creating for anyone who cared to see. With each, extremely wide, spread of her thighs, the thin pussy strap dug more and more into her moist cunt. Nicolette had told her that she was not allowed to adjust her Slutdrops until the end of the 10 minutes, and she was forced to endure almost the full workout with her hairless pussy as good as completely exposed when the strap curled inwards and dug deep into her slit. Of course, everyone else in the gym enjoyed the view.

Her fourth exercise was to be conducted in the female changing room. Jasmine was actually looking forward to it, and not just because she could escape from the prying male eyes all over the exercise area. The attention never failed to make her extremely horny, and she would be lying if she said that the extremely sexual flirtations with the men was completely non-consensual. When she entered the changing room, Jasmine immediately stripped off her shoes and Slutdrops, standing in front of one of the full-length mirrors near the entrance completely naked. She never failed to work up a good sweat in the gym by this time, and she could see a slight sheen and droplets of sweat all over her naked body. Then, the busty Jasmine proceeded to rub her clit and finger her soaking wet pussy. Jasmine was to masturbate for 10 minutes in that position, in full view of any woman who was in the changing room, and to smile at them if they saw her. The changing room was empty at the moment, but Jasmine had been seen by countless women so far. Once, Elena had seen the slut playing with her pussy and spanked her hard on her tanned ass, before proceeding to take pictures of Jasmine sextoy rubbing her clit.

"You'd better wash your slimy hands before using our equipment, you dirty whore!" Elena had shouted, sniggering, as she left the changing room.

Jasmine ALWAYS came at the end of the 10 minutes.

After getting dressed and leaving the changing room, the voluptuous slut's next workout consisted of 10 minutes of jumping jacks and burpees. Luckily, Nicolette had not imposed a "no adjustment" rule as she had for the leg-spreading exercise. The high intensity jumping jacks and burpees never failed to cause her big fake tits to pop out of their skimpy covering, or for the pussy strap to shift and expose a perfectly bald cunt. Jasmine knew full well that the salty scent of female cum followed her wherever she went, and the gym-goers who would wrinkle their noses up at her wanton figure (mostly female) was a slap to the face of the once-proud and beautiful Jasmine. Stopping frequently to adjust her sluttire was troublesome, but it gave Jasmine an opportunity to rest at least, still exhausted from her personal funtime in the female changing room just a few minutes ago.



The sweaty slut rounded off the hour by pulling the man who had propositioned her during her warm up into the male changing room. This was the "No-Hands Cowgirl Workout", as Nicolette referred to it. Jasmine was to fuck a lucky guy, of which 10 minutes had to be a slutty cockride. But it was not any normal cockride, Jasmine would have to straddle the man in the reverse cowgirl position, and ride him with her hands holding onto her bun. With both hands fixed to her tight bun, his cock would slide all the way into her moist pussy, before she had to use ONLY her legs to thrust upwards. This put a lot of stress on her thighs and her pussy, but ensured deep penetration and a solid, tiring workout for the naked blonde. She had to keep up a good rhythm for the 10 minutes without removing her hands from her bitchy bun. The rest of the fuck session was "free and easy".

Nicolette allowed Jasmine to fuck in the male changing room or in the man's car, whichever was more convenient for the cheap whore. Naturally, many male gym-goers had witnessed the beautiful sight of the adulterous blonde fucking the lucky guy right in the middle of the changing room. At the end of the "No-Hands Cowgirl Workout", when the man was about to cum, Jasmine was to wrap her succulent lips around his throbbing member in order for him to spurt his wet and sticky cum down her throat. Nicolette had ordered her to make sure that this "Protein Shake" happened. If she was given a "facial" or he came inside her whorish cunt, the fuck would not count and she would have to restart the workout with another man. Today, it was warm-up-guy's turn with the slutty bitch, and Jasmine had figured the male changing room would suffice.

After swallowing the entire load of cum without missing a drop, Jasmine was to get dressed and return to the exercise area. Panting, sweaty and well-fucked, Jasmine was to do various exercises focussing on her back and arms. Nothing too strenuous, and this 10 minutes was an opportunity for the slut to regain her breath.



Then, she was to return to the female changing room, reapply her lipstick, and complete an ENTIRE set of the workout session again.

Jasmine typically left the gym at 11pm after a warm shower and futile attempts to rinse out her well-used and very aroused pussy. Because she did not own a car anymore, Nicolette allowed her to catch a ride home from a good Samaritan. She would be in her tight spaghetti strap dresses and 6-inch stripper heels, which almost always meant more fucking. Most of the time, she would be fucked on the bonnet of the car in a quiet portion of a deserted highway by a sweaty man. It was times like this that she regretted spending her time in the shower trying to wash away her misdeeds, since she was going to be fucked and abused shortly after. When the kind person finally dropped her off at her home, which of course meant that he or she would be made aware of where the slutty Jasmine lived, Jasmine was to inform the person of her legal name and phone number in case they wanted to arrange for a good fuck in the future. Most of the time, she would hear back from them at least once.



Needless to say, by the time the busty Jasmine was completely naked on her front porch, posing in her favourite position with her wedding ring deep in her sore and very pink pussy, she was almost half-asleep.

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Re: (Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy
 

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Chapter 7: The Mistake

Xavier's jaw dropped when he answered the door of his high-end city apartment. From the flawless tanned skin to the big tits squeezed into a dress probably two sizes too small, to the long shapely legs accentuated by extremely high heels, the blonde beauty was a walking wet dream. He immediately recognized Jasmine. They had been really good friends throughout School days, but college had caused them to drift apart. Xavier had already made a good name for himself as a rising star within the legal community. Jasmine was aware of this even though she worked in a different industry (prior to becoming a cum bank), and was hopeful that Xavier could help.



"I see.." the lawyer said, frowning, "And this is Nicolette, right? That Nicolette that you were always hating on."

"Yes, that bitch!" Jasmine replied.

"I'll help, of course." Xavier said, "I just need to be sure of some of the details, so that I know how to approach this."

"Of course!!" Jasmine exclaimed, feeling joy for once instead of humiliation or horniness, "Anything."

"That gym attire you referred to.. Can you describe it to me?" Xavier asked.

"It's a slingshot bikini. But it's also a teardrop thong." Jasmine said, but Xavier still looked confused so she continued, "Um.. imagine a huge rubber band. Place one end around one shoulder, then wrap the bottom between my legs over the.. pussy.. and then put the other end around the other shoulder. That's practically it. The portion covering the nipples is slightly thicker, and the portion over the pussy is thicker as well."

"Ah," Xavier said, jotting something down, "And these sex machines that you were talking about, can you describe what you did with them?"



"There is the Sybian. It's kind of a soft triangular-ish shaped chair with a dildo on it. I sit on it, and it vibrates against my clit while the dildo fucks me. I play with the Sybian every morning before I leave the house. And the Monkey-Rocker is basically a rocking chair which fucks me as I rock back and forth, I ride it every Sunday after my naked tanning sessions in the backyard.." Jasmine tailed off, blushing.

"Right," Xavier continued, "And how many days have you spent as a prostitute?"

Jasmine winced at the word, and Xavier hurriedly added, "I'm sorry, Jasmine.. But I just have to be clear about the details."

"Twice a week. Today is a Thursday, so I'm supposed to be working the corner now.. I'm not sure if you count the gym sessions where I fuck too. And I fuck clients almost every week. I think, on average, I fuck at least two strangers every single day.." Jasmine answered, tearing up.

Xavier put his arm around the pitiful Jasmine, trying to avoid glancing down at her enhanced boobs and deep cleavage. "Just two more questions.. Then we can consider how to proceed with this, alright? What is your role in the company exactly?"

"I'm.. I'm.. A toilet cleaner.. But Nicolette mainly keeps me around her, to humiliate me more.." Jasmine replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper.



"So it's just a title? She hasn't really made you, well.. Clean toilets? Or anything related to the job?" Xavier frowned.

Jasmine nodded slowly.

"Alright, last question," Xavier squeezed her shoulder comfortingly, "What is your legal name and new breast size after the surgery?"

"Jizzmine.. 36F.."



Xavier arranged for his driver, Fred, to give the beautiful Jasmine a ride home. A couple of minutes after entering her house, she received a call from her knight in shining armour. "Ok so, I've got a plan in mind. I'll be at Nicolette's office tomorrow with everything that we need. I know you said you're supposed to get in at 6 and she normally arrives at 8. I think, in order not to make her suspicious, you should reach the office as per normal tomorrow. I'll try to intercept her before she gets in."



Jasmine happily agreed. Even Owen's refusal of sex that night - a frequent occurrence these days - was not enough to dampen her mood.



Taking Xavier's advice, Jasmine arrived at Nicolette's office at 6 as usual, then stripped naked and posed in her favourite position. She could not help smiling to herself at how she would be ruining the bitch, Nicolette, soon. Even the glow of the morning sun on her evenly-tanned naked body, which would have usually brought her a fresh wave of humiliation as she exhibited herself in front of the full-length windows, seemed to be hinting that it was a new dawn.

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Nicolette was late. Jasmine's nerve was wavering by the time she got in at 9, but the naked Jasmine was still posing proudly in her favourite position in the morning sun, hoping that Xavier would show up soon. Nicolette seemed rather preoccupied with her computer. After checking Jasmine's armpits, arms, legs, pussy and asshole for a complete and thorough shave, she shooed the slave away to make a cup of coffee from the nearby machine, apparently satisfied that Jasmine was cleanly shaved from the neck down.

Cindy knocked and entered, frowning slightly. "Nico, there's a lawyer here to see you. He says it's urgent and he wants to speak to you before he files.. Something." she said, ignoring the naked Jasmine. It was a common sight for the busty slut to be completely naked in Nicolette's office anyway.

Jasmine pipped up then pretended to be calm, hoping the two women had not realized.

"Yeah, alright Cin, send him in. I've also sent you the confidential documents, and I need two copies, asap." Nicolette replied. This was about as curt as Jasmine had seen her with Cindy, and inwardly she was feeling immense happiness about how thrown off Nicolette seemed today.

"You, slut. Your favourite position. Back against the glass, face the centre of the room." Nicolette ordered.

Jasmine half-groaned. She did not really want to be seen naked by Xavier. But, she thought to herself, after he was done saving her, she honestly would not mind milking his cock! In any case, she assumed the erotic position, chest heaving.

"What is she doing?" the lawyer said commandingly when he entered the room, staring at the beautiful naked Jasmine.

Jasmine blushed. Nicolette stayed silent, frowning at Xavier.

"What is she doing?" Xavier repeated.

"This is her favourite position." Nicolette replied.

The two burst out laughing.

Jasmine realized, to her horror, that she had been betrayed! She opened her mouth to speak, but was swiftly silenced by Nicolette. All she could do was continue standing there, naked and exposed for their casual viewing, while they continued speaking.

"I know, I know.. A little over the top. But the idea is that when she says 'MY favourite position', it really reemphasizes how much of a slut-slave she is. Like she's telling everyone that SHE likes to be in such an exhibitionistic position!" Nicolette joked.

"I do apologise for the short notice, calling you at an unearthly hour last night, Nicolette. But well, business is business and I thought it would be an opportunity that would benefit the both of us." Xavier said, chuckling.

"Yes, I think we should get down to it. I've taken the liberty of asking my legal department to draft up an agreement. I really look forward to your firm's assistance, and so does Sluts Corp. The higher-ups gave their go-ahead this morning, you'll represent us during the merger." Nicolette replied, before continuing, "My secretary is in the midst of getting the hard copies for us. In the meantime, and on the topic of benefits.. Would you like a little taste of JIZZMINE? She's always clean shaven, but I specifically checked this morning since you asked about it last night. The slut's body is completely hairless."

Xavier declined the sexual favours from the blonde for now, but he and Nicolette used Jasmine's naked body as a floormat while they discussed business. Xavier got the "tit-side" and enjoyed using her sizable melons to cushion his feet, while Nicolette got the "pussy-side" and absent-mindedly used her heel to try to extract Jasmine's wedding ring from the poor Jasmine's pussy. Apparently, aside from Xavier's team taking up the legal matters for the prospective Clean-Sluts merger, the business proposal would also be beneficial for his firm because they would be allowed to use one "horny and big titted exhibitionist", and so would their clientele. Of course, there were no prizes for guessing who the "horny and big titted exhibitionist" was. Somehow, the big breasted floormat felt worse about getting ignored than if they were actively humiliating her. It was as though her completely naked form, nicely spread-eagle on the floor like a star, was not worthy of their attention.

"Oh, yeah, how about a fun story? Perhaps that will get you in the mood." Nicolette suddenly said.

Xavier laughed, before replying, "Yeah, sure. What's this about?"

Jasmine groaned, staring up at Xavier's thighs as he rested his feet on her tits. She had a feeling that she knew which story Nicolette was referring to. She had become particularly fond of humiliating her slave by forcing her to recount "HER favourite story".

As predicted, Nicolette curtly gestured for the naked blonde to get to her feet. Jasmine hurried to obey, brushing the dirt from Xavier's shoes off her voluptuous chest.

"You know what to do. Tell Xavier your favourite story!" Nicolette ordered.



Jasmine blushed. She had performed this well-rehearsed routine countless times, but not in front of someone who actually knew her before she had become a subservient naked slave (except Nicolette, of course). Well, until now.

Trying to avoid the eyes of the man who had betrayed her, Jasmine began twiddling her nipples.

"This is my favourite story. I love telling it to people!" she pinched her stiffening teats as she spoke in a shrill, bimbo voice.

Xavier laughed loudly.

"Oh, and.. Like, I'm gonna rub my clitty and finger this slut pussy of mine. Just gets me so horny every time I tell the story! Sorry, not sorry." Jasmine stuck out her tongue, dragging her index and middle finger over it, before using the wetness to draw a slow circle around her clit that was beginning to emerge from its hood.

Nicolette got up to pour a drink for Xavier and herself, giggling.

"So, like, I got a pair of big fake titties at this nice place called Pamper Clinic. Look, they are SOOO fake!" Jasmine jiggled her surgically enhanced chest from side to side, winking.

"The doctor was this charming hottie called Repmap. I wanted to strip him naked and ride him using this slutty cunt the moment I saw him!" Jasmine continued, inserting two fingers deep into her moistening pussy.

"He took such good care of me before and after the surgery, massaging me all over my body, focussing a lot of attention on my sensitive areas.." Jasmine rubbed her clit.

"Then, like, after he helped me balloon up my fake titties, I rested in the hospital for a day. But then, on the night of the second day, that's when my favourite part happened!!" Jasmine giggled while she continued masturbating, the other hand now squeezing her big tits.

"So, the nurses led me to the second floor of the clinic. I didn't even know the clinic had a second floor, silly me. It was a huge room, but it was pitch darkness. Then, they left me there! I was hoping for a group of muscular men to come over and fuck me hard, but then nothing happened for a couple of minutes. My pussy was so wet from anticipation. There I was, wearing nothing but a flimsy gown and flipflops, and nobody was there to give me a good bang!" Jasmine pouted.

"Anyway, after a while, the lights came on and there was Dr. Repmap. I may be dumb, but I also looked around the room. And it was a wonderful sight. It was like, you know, a glory hole. But like, a pussy glory hole?" Jasmine licked her juice off her fingers, before continuing to play with her pussy.

"There were girls all around the room on raised platforms, waist-ish high. I think, maybe 4 or so on each side of the room. Like, I could only see their legs, and a little of their body. Bellybutton down, you know? The rest of their bodies were hidden behind the partitions, which was like this soft wall made of velvet or something. Their legs were secured in.. Stirrups. Almost like a gynae's stirrups, but made of leather? And, like, lifted up. And very wide apart, their legs were almost parallel to the wall. Which meant their hot pussies were spread wide!" Jasmine's breath was deepening as she continued the story. She had gotten the shock of her life when she saw the naked pussies all around the room. Of course, Nicolette wanted her to portray a horny and desperate slut when she recounted the humiliating story instead.

"So, then, Dr. Repmap told me to strip naked and greet my friends. Of course I dropped the gown immediately. Threw it, and the slippers, as far away as I could. I hate clothes, I wish I could walk around naked all the time.. Anyway, I knew immediately what to do, so I went around the room and gave all the pretty pussies a full lick from asshole to clit!" Jasmine giggled.

"They tasted so good, salty and a little tart. Some innies, some outies. But all freshly shaved, nice smelling, spick and span! I even gave them a good sniff while Dr. Repmap wasn't looking." Jasmine had, of course, been disgusted. The evil Repmap, noticing her hesitation, had then forced her to smell and lick every pussy a couple of times each. They stank and tasted of stale cum. It made things even worse when she noticed that all of the pussies twitched and clenched when she licked them. It was as though the cheap sluts whom the cunts belonged to were desperate for orgasm!

"Anyway, after greeting my friends, they opened up a sliding door-thingy on a platform for me on one side of the room and told me to crawl in. So, I realized that that was how the girls were positioned, half behind the velvet wall and half outside, in order for their legs and pussies to show! There was a nice nurse on the other side of the room, behind the sliding door, who helped me get into position. So I lay down on the platform. Legs sticking out through the velvet wall, like the other girls. Then, the nurse tied my hands with tight leather straps above my head. I love that, by the way.. I love being helpless and tied up tightly, imagining that anyone can come and do anything they want with my slutty body.." Jasmine winked.

"Then she put a set of headphones over my head and told me, 'Dumb Bitchy Bimbo, I am tying your hands up so that you won't go crazy and start playing with your clit.' Oh my, how could she know me so well! I mean, look.. Just telling this story got me so juiced." Jasmine inserted two fingers deep inside her slit again, before pushing her fingers towards Xavier, showing off her wetness while blushing profusely. The young nurse had not shied away from making fun of her pathetic naked form, poking and pinching her tanned skin all over as Jasmine lay there helplessly.

"So then, I could feel my legs being secured in front of the velvet wall. There I was, lying with my legs and pussy exposed. I knew what a lovely sight it must be, since I saw the other girls just now! But I couldn't see through the wall, so I really had no idea who was walking by and who could see my whorish cunt, spread wide and available. I also couldn't see the other girls, since there were walls in between us. My heart was thumping, I didn't know what was going to happen but I sure as fuck hoped that someone would come and give me a good hard pounding! My pussy was so wet, I just wanted to play with my clit but the smart lady had tied my hands up.." Jasmine continued. She had been terrified, enclosed in the small area that was barely larger than a closet.

"I don't know how long I lay there for, a couple of hours perhaps. But I knew that if I stayed quiet and waited, I would be rewarded with hard fucks! So, I waited like a good slut." Jasmine licked her lips.

"Then, suddenly, I felt gentle hands all over my legs. They were spreading some soft cream all over me from the bellybutton down. Then, they shaved me and cleaned me! God, I love how it felt. Like I was a toy and they were just beautifying me for their own amusement, you know?" Jasmine continued with a naughty smile, playing the role of a horny bimbo very well. She had felt worthless as countless fingers "accidentally" slipped into her extremely wet pussy during the shaving and cleaning. All she could do was lie there and wonder how many strangers were casually staring directly at the delights between her widely parted thighs, or worse, fingering her!

"Oh yes, and about that time, sound began coming through the headphones. Like, they would say nice things like, 'I AM A SLUT' or 'FUCK MY CUNT WHILE EVERYBODY WATCHES' or 'IMAGINE WHO IS USING YOU NOW, YOUR FATHER OR YOUR BROTHER?'. Basically, things that made me sooo horny!" despite being forced to repeat the degrading words, Jasmine was really getting very horny from playing with her pussy in front of Xavier and Nicolette.

"Then like, I was left alone. For an hour, I think. My pussy had just been shaved bald. It was sensitive and needed attention! But they left me.." Jasmine looked genuinely disappointed.

"But, luckily, I was to be rewarded for being an obedient slut." Jasmine giggled, "Suddenly, there were hands all over my legs again. Soon after, cocks after cocks were being thrust into me. YAYYY! My favourite part was when I was only used for a couple of seconds before the nice man moved on. It was as though my slutty cunt was not good enough, you know? Made me feel so cheap and whorish, which is my favourite feeling besides orgasm!"



"All I could hear was the words through the headphones, lovely true statements about me being a worthless, cheap slut. Most of the time, I would get hot spurts of cum deep into my cheap fuckhole. I would immediately always look forward to the next time a thick cock filled me! And, you know, the stimulation of my G-spot was so, soooo good. But I was really grateful that most of the nice men remembered to give my swollen clit good circular rubs.." Jasmine giggled like a cheap whore, demonstrating her favourite "good circular rubs" to the amused pair.

"And I loved the feeling of not knowing who was using my slutty cunt. I loved the mystery, to just be a faceless and nameless pussy, free for anyone's use, like I didn't matter except for their sexual pleasure!" Jasmine winked. Once a proud and successful woman, she had been reduced to nothing but a pussy that random men could fuck without so much as a "thank you". Her time in Repmap's pussy glory hole further accentuated her feelings of worthlessness and helplessness as she was used by countless strangers, only rewarded with them cumming deep inside her before they moved on and were replaced by another hard dick for her to satisfy. Occasionally, she would get slaps on her tummy or her ass if she was not clenching down hard enough on their cocks. But perhaps the worst part was that she had had so many rocking orgasms throughout the 3 days, and genuine sex-starved thoughts about breaking free from her restraints just so that she could rub her needy clit and finger her sopping wet cum-filled cunt, that she had begun to wonder if her true calling in life was to be a two-bit whore whose only use was to be fucked by strangers.

"Oh, I also loved it when the people would occasionally use my tummy to rest their icy cold drinks on! Or, like, you know, the area above my pussy. Sometimes, it was as though they were just standing around to see my shaved slit trembling while they were discussed what a cheap whore I was. I didn't know, of course, since I couldn't see, but without a cock inside my pussy and hands all over the lower half of my body, I really wasn't sure what they were doing.

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Maybe they were just relaxing and ignoring my naked cunt even though I was spread out and needy, which I really loved because it made me feel cheap and worthless! It was, like, you know, I was saying 'Come Fuck Me, my legs are spread soooo wide!' and they were like 'stuff your cheap hole with a beer bottle and leave us alone'. Maybe they had brought their girlfriends over to take a look at what a cock-hungry slut's pussy looked like." Jasmine giggled.

"So.. I spent the next 3 days there. Sometimes the nice nurses would feed me food, sometimes Repmap would give me his tasty cock to suck while I got fucked by total strangers on the other side of the velvet wall at the same time. I loved every second. All good things must come to an end.. Couldn't walk straight for a couple of days, but I think my dumb husband didn't realize that it was because I had been drilled by sooooo many hard cocks. Hopefully one day I'll get the chance to go back.. That's my favourite story, I hope you like it! Oh, I love sharing about it at parties!" Jasmine finished, licking her lips. She reluctantly wrenched her right hand - which had been rubbing her pussy furiously and was clearly covered in her juice - away from her groin, to blow kisses to Xavier and Nicolette as her two former schoolmates applauded the poor Jasmine's self-derogatory performance.



This time, Xavier couldn't resist and Nicolette was happy to oblige.

Jasmine was extremely horny, she always was by the end of the erotic storytelling. The naked masturbation in front of an audience always fed her arousal even more. However, Nicolette had given her clear orders that she was not allowed to climax during the storytelling, knowing full well that the orgasm denial would drive her slave crazy. It made Jasmine even more pliant and Nicolette enjoyed watching Jasmine squirm with obvious lust. Often, it only took Jasmine a few minutes before she was begging Nicolette to allow her to finish frigging her sopping wet pussy. Biting her lip, Jasmine placed her hands on her head and spread her trembling legs wide. Xavier and Nicolette laughed at the busty slut assuming her favourite position, Jasmine's surgically-enhanced chest heaving deeply from arousal and humiliation, her stomach clenched tight.

"I'll send her down in a bit. Maybe I'll get her to wait for you on the sidewalk, naked?" Nicolette joked. Jasmine blushed, knowing they were revelling in her humiliation. The air was thick with the salty smell of her leaking pussy.

"Take your time, Nicolette. I'll pick up the briefs from your secretary on my way down. Fred's waiting for me in the basement." Xavier laughed.



As soon as the lawyer left the office, the oversexed Jasmine immediately spoke. "Please ma'am, may I.. May I.. cum?" Jasmine asked, knowing full well how pathetic she sounded. But all she could care about at the moment was how much her dripping pussy needed her expert fingers.

However, Nicolette got up and gave the horny Jasmine a hard slap across her face.

Eyes welling up in tears and her left cheek stinging, Jasmine exclaimed, "Owwww!"

"You fucking bitch. How dare you?" Nicolette fumed. Of course, she had successfully outwitted her poor naked slave once again, but she was no less pissed about the fact that the busty slut had actually attempted to sabotage her.

"Nicolette, don't you think this has gone far enough? You've got your revenge, and I know you've won.. I did everything you asked. Don't you think we should bury the hatchet?" Jasmine said softly.

"Fuck no, I'm just getting started. And, I've realized that I've been too kind to you. Don't forget what I told you in the beginning. I said it wouldn't be 'just us girls'. But I still gave you too much leeway, protected you too much." Nicolette raised her voice.

"When will this end? You've ruined my life, Nic.. Ma'am.." Jasmine pleaded.

"No, not yet. Get your slave cunt over here now. Over my lap." Nicolette ordered.

Rubbing her cheek and sobbing, Jasmine obediently draped her naked body over the brunette's lap. Her firm tits were squashed against the sofa as Nicolette positioned Jasmine's curvy ass on the edge of her right thigh. Jasmine felt small and vulnerable, like a child about to be disciplined.



"Can I at least.. Play with my pussy.. Ma'am?" Jasmine asked. The feeling of powerlessness and the humiliation at the hands of her former rival only fed the raging fire between her legs.

"No. Put your hands straight, over your head." Nicolette said, trying to hide a smile.

Jasmine's corporal punishment swiftly began.

WHACK. "Every time you get spanked, whether by me or anyone else, I want you to say, 'Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut', followed by a 'ma'am' or 'sir', depending on who spanks you. Are we clear?" Nicolette ordered.

WHACK. Nicolette barely gave Jasmine any time to respond before spanking her tanned ass again.

"What did I say?" Nicolette said loudly.

WHACK. "Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut, ma'am!!" Jasmine said in a shrill voice, tears rolling down her face. It was so derogatory, to lie naked over the lap of a woman who was the same age as she was and be punished like a child - Jasmine had never been spanked before, not even by her parents.

WHACK. "Next time, everyone will find out about EVERYTHING. The prostitution, your breach of confidence, and let's not forget.." Nicolette tailed off, murmuring something inaudible.

Slightly confused, Jasmine asked quietly, "Sorry, ma'am?".

WHACK. "Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut, ma'am!" the poor Jasmine yelped as Nicolette ignored her question.

"Spread your legs." Nicolette said simply.

Jasmine shifted her thighs apart slightly. It was an extremely uncomfortable position. She could feel the cold air on her red ass which was thrust high up due to her natural curves, and now directly on her exposed and extremely aroused pussy which was still very moist from her masturbation earlier.



WHACK. "OWW!" Jasmine exclaimed as Nicolette's cruel hand landed squarely between her legs, on her sensitive pussy lips.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. "Thank youuu for disciplining this hornyyyy and naughty slutttt, ma'aaaaam!" Jasmine shrieked in pain as her slick pussy was spanked. It humiliated her more to hear the soft squelch when Nicolette lifted her hand off her pussy, it was barely audible but clear evidence of how turned on she was.

Then, there was a knock on the door. Alarmed, Jasmine turned her head to face Nicolette, but the latter had already spoken. "Come in!" she called out cheerfully.

Jasmine couldn't crane her head too far upwards in the position she was in, but saw that the tall black man was dressed in the grey janitorial uniform. He got a good look at the back of Jasmine's toned and evenly-tanned naked body before she recognized him as Tom from her "job interview".

Tom began to laugh at her pathetic form, then.. WHACK. Nicolette spanked her slave's bubble butt again.

Jasmine was stunned for a few moments, before saying softly, "Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut, ma'am.." She hoped Tom would not hear.

But, of course he did, and only laughed harder at the poor Jasmine's expense.

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?" Tom asked Nicolette respectfully.

"Yes," Nicolette said, "First things first. I know you've already met this slut, but I just want to give you a heads up that she'll be reporting to you tomorrow morning. I trust you'll put her to good use. If the toilets are not cleaned to mint condition, feel free to discipline her. If she does a good job, feel free to discipline her too. And, if she doesn't listen to instructions - she is a really naughty one - you can always tell me."

Tom seemed delighted. "Of course, ma'am. To tell you the truth, I was really hoping for her to join us earlier. I thought, you know, after the interview with Mr. Hong.." he said, clearly excited.

"Yeah.. Well. There were some things that I needed her for. But it's time for her to get to her real job. Except when I need her, of course. Some clients really need convincing. And I'm pretty sure I'll call her to my office now and then, throughout the day. You know, just to check up on how she's performing.." Nicolette stroked Jasmine's bare ass.

WHACK. Then, to the amusement of Tom, Nicolette proceeded to spank Jasmine's bald pussy, clearly visible between Jasmine's parted thighs.

"Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut, ma'am!" the mortified slave said. She felt extremely ashamed, perhaps even horrified, at the impending prospect of cleaning toilets under Tom, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Her pussy throbbed, the rough contact of Nicolette's cruel hand and the reminder that her pathetic naked body was being spanked in front of the watching cleaner only served to heighten Jasmine's obvious arousal.



"Would that be all, ma'am?" Tom was obviously hoping to stay and watch the show.

"Oh yes, one more thing. The letter that Cindy told you about, I was hoping you could drop it off with our courier." Nicolette said.

"Sure, ma'am. Where is it?" Tom replied.

Nicolette gestured to her desk and Tom went over to retrieve the letter from the tray.

"Don't you just love being naked in front of strangers? Letting them see everything.. Your entire cheap whorish body.." Nicolette whispered in Jasmine's ear, enjoying her humiliation.

"Please, ma'am.. It's so embarrassing.. My body.. Is private.." Jasmine said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Nah. And you clearly enjoy being naked in front of people, judging from this leaking hole.." Nicolette chuckled, absent-mindedly flicking Jasmine's engorged clit with her index finger.

"It's not sealed, ma'am." Tom came over, holding the envelope.

"Oh, how could I forget!" Nicolette seemed amused.

WHACK. "You know what to do, slut." Nicolette said, spanking Jasmine's ass.

Jasmine got to her feet, her ass covered in red handprints, not forgetting to whisper, "Thank you for disciplining this horny and naughty slut, ma'am!"

She couldn't look the cleaner in the eye as she walked slowly towards him. Tom wasn't sure what was going on, but he was enjoying the sight of the busty naked slut approaching him, her red ass jiggling. His eyes alternated between her voluptuous chest and clean shaven pussy. The humiliated Jasmine stood near the cleaner, then raised her right leg almost vertically up, holding it against the side of her right tit. It was as though she was trying to do a split while standing, balancing herself only on her left leg while lifting her right leg up in the air. Naturally, her bald cunt was spread wide and exposed to anyone who cared to look.

Tom, for one, certainly got a good look. "Wow, her cunt is so pink. The slut is obviously turned on by this!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, you can smell it too, can't you.." Nicolette egged him on, clearly enjoying humiliating Jasmine in front of the cleaner, as Tom laughed at the naked Jasmine exhibiting her curvy body.

"Does she squirt? She's fucking dripping!" Tom continued, before adding, ".. Ma'am."

"The whore is just wet all the time I guess.." Nicolette tailed off, before asking, loudly, "Dog peeing or standing fuck?"

"Erm.." Tom wasn't sure what Nicolette meant.

"Do you think she looks more like a dog peeing, or like she's in the standing position for a hard fuck?" Nicolette repeated, laughing.

Jasmine blushed almost as red as her stinging ass. Her naked body was being discussed as though she was a worthless toy!

"Uh.." Tom said, bursting out in laughter, "I think.. Standing fuck?"

"Typical," Nicolette smirked at the cleaner, "My plan was 'dog peeing'. Anyway, I'm just messing with you. The slut knows what to do."

"I can seal that for you," Jasmine cooed, as prompted, "Plenty of juice between my legs."

Tom finally realized what Jasmine's performance was for, and proceeded to slide the flap of the envelope over Jasmine's shaved pussy. The humiliated naked woman's pussy was sopping wet and everyone could see. She felt terrible, cursing herself for how far she had fallen. Not only was she completely naked in front of the cleaner, he was casually using her well-lubricated pussy to wet the glue on the envelope as though she was nothing but stationery! The worst part was that Tom was taking his time, gently dragging the flap across her sensitive slit multiple times as Jasmine obediently spread herself open for use. The smooth envelope rubbing against her throbbing clit again and again was too much for the horny blonde to handle.



"Rub me, pleaseeeee.." Jasmine whispered, eyes glinting with lust.

She kept herself spread wide, her right leg lifted high, squashing her right tit. Jasmine took deep breaths as she licked her lips. In her oversexed mind, she was hoping that putting on a good slutty show would encourage Tom to satisfy her burning horniness.

Unfortunately, Tom raised his eyebrows with a laugh, and spoke to Nicolette instead, "Ma'am, did you hear that?"

Nicolette hadn't, and Tom didn't seem to be in the mood for secrets. "She just asked me to rub her dripping cunt.." he answered.

"Oh, wow. I told you she was a disobedient one. Thanks anyway, and I think that will be all!" Nicolette replied, trying to hide the grin that was spreading over her face. Her once-proud rival had just wantonly begged a cleaner to play with her "high class" pussy. Nicolette always enjoyed how Jasmine inevitably humiliated herself when she began "thinking with her clit" (as Nicolette called it, and she loved rubbing it in her naked slave's face). All she had to do was get the blonde horny, and then sit back and enjoy the lust-filled Jasmine's amusingly desperate performances.

With one last backward glance at the beautiful busty slut standing with her right leg lifted up high, her shaved pussy spread wide and proudly on display, Tom thanked Nicolette and left with the envelope - now sealed shut thanks to copious amounts of her pussyjuice, the naked Jasmine remembered, blushing.

"Get dressed, whore. Xavier is waiting." Nicolette said.

Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees. "Please, ma'am. Can I cum? I need to cum, I am so fucking hornyyyyy.." she asked, a perfect picture of a slut in heat.



"No." Nicolette replied with a laugh, "Oh, but hey.. If you want, while you wait for him in the basement, you can hike up that pathetic excuse for a dress and rub that needy cunt of yours.. What a sight that would be, don't you think?"

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Chapter 8: The Scenic Route

Jasmine looked around the brightly-lit underground carpark nervously. After Nicolette had refused her pathetic requests to rub her sopping wet pussy to orgasm, her tormentor had flung the skimpy bright red spaghetti-strapped dress and matching 6-inch high heels at her, ordering her to get dressed. Nicolette obviously enjoyed the sight of the naked blonde floundering to catch her clothes, big tits flopping.



She couldn't see Fred's car, and the parking lot was quiet in the middle of the workday. Fiddling with the edge of her body-constricting dress, Jasmine attempted to tug the stretchy cloth over the bottom of her curvy butt. She knew full well that at least half an inch of the tip of her asscheeks would still show - thanks to her firm augmented rack, and not to mention the fact that the dress was 2 sizes too small. The only other option the barely-clothed bombshell had was to pull the entire dress downwards, but this would expose her fake 36Fs completely and probably snap the thin spaghetti straps that were all that covered her toned back. So, hardly an option.

At least, Jasmine's futile attempts to cover up her voluptuous body distracted her slightly from her horniness. Her self-deprecating performance for the benefit of Nicolette and Xavier had juiced her up good. The continued nudity and humiliation in front of Tom the cleaner only made things worse, and her pussy was still begging for her own expert fingers. Jasmine could feel a trickle of her wetness slowly inching down the inside of her left thigh, and the poor Jasmine blushed at the thought of someone walking by and seeing the evidence of her whorishness, adding to the horny flush on her beautiful face. Jasmine's pussy clenched tight, almost involuntarily. The more Nicolette humiliated her, the more she was used by strangers for their pleasure, the more her sexed-up mind seemed to crave the debauchery and degradation.



A few seconds passed, and Jasmine resorted to twisting and rubbing her wedding ring, now safely back on her right hand instead of deep inside her pink cunt. That usually worked - the memory of Owen putting the ring on her finger would typically put a pause on the slutty thoughts that crossed her mind after every humiliation session.

"Oh!" Jasmine yelped as someone cupped and roughly squeezed her tight ass from behind.

Turning around, she found herself staring at Fred's huge chest. Xavier's hulking driver was sneering at her.

"Xavier told me to get you in the car." his demeanour was completely different from the night before, when he had been respectful and professional.

"Oh.." Jasmine replied softly.

"Where should I go?" she continued, trying to assume some poise. She walked ahead of Fred towards the cars parked nearby.

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!"

Jasmine actually jumped slightly, getting a shock at Fred's crude and loud voice from just a foot or two behind her.

"I just.. I just.." she stuttered, "I thought we were getting in.. In the car?"

"I SAID, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" Fred bellowed.

Jasmine's eyes welled up in tears as she tottered back on her high heels obediently. It was humiliating enough being a naked slave to her former friend in Xavier, but somehow the prospect of getting ordered around by his driver felt even worse for the once invariably arrogant Jasmine.

"Please don't shout.." Jasmine looked around nervously, hoping that the carpark was still empty.

"Then you better be a good whore and listen to me. I handle the transport of Xavier's fucksluts." Fred said with a glare.

"I'm not a fuckslut.." Jasmine murmured, grimacing at Fred's reference to herself as though she was some form of animal.

Fred immediately raised his coarse hand. Shocked, Jasmine instinctively ducked, bringing her hands up in an attempt to shield her face. He stopped, probably just an inch from her cheek. Then, he abruptly raised his huge hand again and slapped her hard on her right tit.

"Ow!!" Jasmine shrieked, then quickly cupped one hand over her mouth, hoping that no one had heard. She used the other hand to massage her sensitive bust. The slap stung not just because of Fred's sheer size, but also because her horniness all morning meant that her nipples were perky and extremely sensitive.

"I said, you better be a good whore and listen to me. Or I will MAKE you listen." he said menacingly.

"Ok, I.. I will.." Jasmine said, barely audible. A tear rolled down her cheek from the pain, but even more so from her shame.

"What. Are. You?" Fred asked in a drawl, obviously enjoying the moment.

"A fuck.. Fuckslut.." Jasmine replied softly.

"Good. Now.." Fred continued, "FUCKSLUTS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES." He raised his voice again and Jasmine looked around, alarmed.



"Wha.. What?" Jasmine asked. She was hoping that Fred was joking. But, as was a common occurrence these days, the hapless Jasmine would be disappointed.

"Give me your dress now." Fred said simply.

"Please.. Can we do this in the car?" Jasmine pleaded. She had been naked in Nicolette's office a lot, but never in the company's parking lot, not least in the middle of a workday!

"Hey fuckslut, if I have to ask again, I will rip that dress off of you. And then you will have nothing to wear after Xavier is done with your fuckslut body. So give me your dress. NOW." Fred replied fiercely.

"I can.. I can.. Suck your cock.." Jasmine was desperate now, and she walked up to Fred, jiggling her fun bags in his direction.

Wordlessly, Fred reached over with both hands, and in one smooth motion, slid the spaghetti straps off the busty Jasmine's shoulders. For once, Jasmine was glad that her huge tits stretched the dress out to its maximum capacity, because her fake mammaries were firm enough to hold the tight dress up even without the support of the straps.

However, her relief was short-lived.

"The next thing I do will be to rip it to shreds." Fred said.

Defeated, the voluptuous sextoy slipped off the skimpy dress slowly. Jasmine was now butt naked in the carpark. She dropped the dress on the floor between them, then hunched over slightly, one hand trying to cover her nipples with her slender fingers, the other pressed tightly between her legs.

"I said, give it to me." Fred grinned, hand outstretched. He clearly had no intention of picking the dress up himself.

Jasmine resisted the urge to glare at the driver, and bent over, knees clenched together. She paused, knowing she had a choice between revealing her ample chest or bare pussy. She could feel the obvious wetness on the hand that was between her legs, and she blushed slightly, before removing her hand from her jugs and picking up the dress.

The naked Jasmine thrust the sad excuse for a dress towards Fred. Unfortunately, he continued grinning at her, withdrawing his hand.



"Come on, where's your manners? A fuckslut will offer her clothes to a good Samaritan happily, because it allows her to be naked in public!" he said with a snigger, eyeing her huge fake tits.

"Take it!!" Jasmine said desperately. She was worried that someone would turn the corner anytime now and see her beautiful naked form.

"Ah, you really are dumb. Ok, let me lay it out for you. Say you are a fuckslut, offer me your dress and thank me for allowing you to be naked in public!" Fred said gleefully.

"Oh my god, please, Fred. Just take it. Please, someone might see me!" Jasmine begged.

Fred smiled. Then, to Jasmine's horror, he began CLAPPING extremely loudly.

"Ok, ok!" the poor Jasmine said, "I am a.. Fuckslut.. Please take my dress so that I can be naked.. Naked in public.. Thank you.. Please take it!!"

"Well.. Since you asked so nicely.." Fred said, bursting out in laughter at Jasmine's hilarious performance. He slowly took the dress from her, savouring every second of her shame.

"Now.. Your favourite position!" he continued.

Jasmine groaned.

"Even HE knows about my favourite position?" she thought to herself, "What the fuck, did I really just call it 'MY favourite'?"

Fred enjoyed the sight of the blonde slipping off her wedding ring and pushing it deep into her pussy. Feeling stupid for actually bothering to decide which hand to remove off her curvy body just a few seconds ago, Jasmine put her hands behind her head and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her naked bombshell body for the driver's viewing pleasure.

Fred paused, drinking in the sight of the blonde, butt naked but for her shiny red heels, exhibiting herself.

He was about to speak when the nearby door, leading to the elevator lobby, suddenly bounced open.

"Oh my god!" the door was diagonally behind the poor Jasmine and hence out of her line of sight, so Jasmine had no idea who had come through it. But she knew that she had no intention of being spotted naked in the parking lot! Mortified, Jasmine hurriedly assumed her classic embarrassed-while-naked position again, one hand attempting, albeit futilely, to cover her fake melons and the other snugly between her legs.

Unfortunately, it was too late for modesty.



"What the fuck? What's going on?" came a loud and uncouth female voice that Jasmine did not recognize.

Realizing that the woman must have already gotten a good eyeful of her all-over tan and bare ass from the back, the very embarrassed Jasmine turned her head slightly to see who it was.

A plump black woman, clad in a similar grey janitorial outfit to Tom, stood there open-mouthed, staring directly at her naked form. Jasmine could only make out an 'M' on her name tag, before she instinctively lowered her head with a red face, too humiliated to look at the cleaner who had just been introduced to the company slut in her full naked glory.

Fred seemed stunned too, but he spoke, stammering, "This.. Ah.. Is a special delivery. From Stuls' to my boss. I was told to handle this.. Delivery to my boss.."

"Uh. Naked??" 'M' asked incredulously.

"Yes.. Ah.. This is.." out of the corner of her eye, Jasmine could see Fred pulling out his mobile phone, apparently taking a look at something that was on the screen.

Whatever it was on his phone, it helped calm him down. Fred continued in a steady voice, "This is Bimbo Jizz or Ditzy Tits. Either works. It's a new arrangement between National Sales and our law firm. For the upcoming merger!"

"Oh.. Yeah ok. The merger. Man, they were talking about staff cuts.." the cleaner 'M' seemed distracted.

Jasmine certainly hoped they were not going to have an ostensibly ordinary conversation while she stood there completely naked! And, realizing that Fred was aware of her 'Chinatown names', as Nicolette termed them, made things even worse. They were 'Chinatown names' because Jasmine had to call herself Bimbo Jizz or Ditzy Tits when she whored herself out, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

"Hey, let me get a proper look at you!" 'M' suddenly said, pointing at Jasmine, who was still trying and failing to shield her curvy body with her small hands.

"You don't mind, do you?" the black woman asked Fred.

"Of course not!" Fred seemed relieved.

Jasmine blushed. To have the cleaner ask for FRED's permission to take a peek at her once-private parts made her feel degraded and small. Clearly, she had lost the right to decide for herself who was allowed to see her naked body.

Hoping that 'M' would soon leave them be, she figured that it would not be in her best interests to attempt any sort of rebellion. In fact, at this juncture, all she wanted was to get into Fred's car for whatever humiliations the driver and her evil ex-friend Xavier had planned for her. At least she would be naked in the car instead of in the parking lot!

Jasmine removed her hands from her tits and pussy, placing them by her side. She could now see the cleaner's name tag clearly - Maurica.

After a few seconds of admiring her big tits and shaved pussy, just as one would eyeball a nice dress or a steak, Maurica spoke, smirking, "Hmm. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Um," Jasmine replied softly, "I don't think so.."

"Well, maybe from one of those porn advertisements that keep popping up." Maurica said with a laugh, "Just a standard pornstar barbie blonde, eh?"

Jasmine wasn't sure how to respond so she remained silent, but the rude comments about her body made her blush even more.

"Yeah, the slut most certainly is.. Fake hooters, bald cunt." Fred said.

"So.. What are you?" he continued, turning to Jasmine.

Jasmine was distracted by the crude descriptions of her, and she had not really caught Fred's question.

"I'm Bimbo Jizz. You can also call me Ditzy Tits.." she whispered.

"Yes, she is a Bimbo and a Dumb one too. Overdeveloped curves, underdeveloped mind. I didn't ask you who you were. I asked you, WHAT are you?" Fred said, exchanging smiles with Maurica.

"Standard.. Porn.. Pornstar.. Barbie.. Bimbo.." Jasmine replied, wishing she could sink into the ground.

"And earlier, when you begged me to take your dress?" Fred prompted her, to coarse laughter from Maurica.

"A fuckslut.."

Thankfully, after another good look at Jasmine's naked charms, Jasmine remaining completely exposed and on display for the benefit of easy viewing, Maurica walked away, sniggering.

"Come." Fred ordered.

Jasmine hoped they were finally getting into the car, relieved that no one else would get to see her naked in the parking lot.

Fred's car was parked nearby, and Jasmine thought she caught a glimpse of a silhouette in the back row through the tinted glass.

"Maybe it was that asshole's plan to exhibit me in the parking lot after all.." Jasmine thought to herself, wondering if it was Xavier. But, preoccupied with casting furtive glances around the carpark to see if there was anyone else walking around, she wasn't sure if there really was someone in the car.

Under the impression that she was supposed to get in the back seat as well, Jasmine walked towards the door but Fred prodded her shoulder lightly, gesturing to the trunk.

Realizing what was going to happen, Jasmine sighed but obeyed.

"Ok, stop." Fred said when they were standing in front of the trunk. He popped it open and reached inside, searching for something.

Jasmine was about to peer over his shoulders to see what he was doing, but Fred continued speaking.

"Heels." he said simply.

Somewhat relieved to get out of her stripper heels, Jasmine slipped them off, holding them up for him in her outstretched hand this time. Fred took them, and along with her red dress, dumped them in a messy heap in the trunk. Jasmine could now see that the trunk was spacious and empty aside from her clothing and footwear.

"Get on your knees, fuckslut." Fred said.

"He.. Here? Or inside?" Jasmine asked, half-hoping to be allowed to climb into the trunk and be away from the possibility of being seen naked and barefoot in the parking lot again.

"You're not ready for transport yet!" Fred said with a laugh, pointing at the hard concrete.

Sighing, Jasmine knelt down, wondering if she was going to have to suck his cock.

"I want you to reach behind you and hold your ankles. No, NOT from the side. Arms behind you, then down. So, you'll have to lie back on your thighs. Yes, that's it."

It proved to be a rather uncomfortable position, especially given that her shins and knees were resting on the rough concrete. In any case, even though Jasmine was busty and had a tight and firm ass, she was flexible and had no problems getting "into position".

First, she laid back, feeling the weight on her heels, knees parted slightly so that she could hold on to her ankles from behind her. It was almost as though she was in a self-induced reverse hogtie, resting on her lower legs. Fred had ordered her to place her arms in between her legs from the back rather than on the outside, and she was supposed to grasp onto her ankles from in between her legs as well. In order to avoid twisting her wrists too much, and not being particularly interested in spreading her tanned legs too much, Jasmine had to arch her shoulders backwards, towards the ground. This, in turn, caused her big fake tits to be thrust up and out obscenely.

"Looks like someone is already in the mood!" Fred commented with a laugh.

In the position that she was, Jasmine's neck was inclined backwards and she could not see past her huge enhanced rack without removing her hands from her ankles. But, it was obvious what Fred was talking about. Her bald twat was glistening, her feminine juice coating the area between her slightly parted legs with a sheen. Her even golden-brown tan made the shine between her smooth groin all the more apparent.

Things were only going to get worse, as Fred promptly snapped two handcuffs shut on her.

It definitely was a reverse hogtie now - her right wrist was locked to her right ankle and her left wrist to her left ankle.

The handcuffs were slightly cushioned with leather, but Fred cautioned her, "Oh fuckslut, you should keep holding on to your ankles with your hands if you don't want cuts or friction burns.."

Trapped in the vulnerable position, the naked Jasmine could not move much. Fred sneered at her, before crudely shoving his left arm between her back and forearms. To Jasmine's extreme humiliation, the driver then proceeded to insert two fingers on his right hand deep INSIDE her moist snatch. She could hear the soft "slupp" as his digits slid easily into her needy and extremely wet hole.

Fred easily hoisted the beautiful naked woman up, taking care to curl the digits of his right hand upwards. The pressure on her sweet G-spot elicited a soft but audible moan from Jasmine. She felt like soft putty in his arms, which only served to keep her juices flowing.

Jasmine was dumped unceremoniously into the trunk. She was still resting on her thighs in the reverse hogtie, legs spread with her arms still locked in position between her legs from the back. Fred pulled his left arm, that had been supporting most of her weight, away.

Then, he slowly withdrew his fingers, and Jasmine could feel her pussy clenching down involuntarily. She knew he could feel it too, turning red at how slutty she knew she seemed - naked in the trunk, her love tunnel clearly begging him not to leave her unfilled. There was another "slupp" as his fingers slid out easily.

Jasmine's shaved cunt pulsed, evidently disappointed.

Grinning, Fred wiped his fingers, covered, very visibly, in her pussyjuice, on her silky black hair.



Then, he shut the lid of the trunk. For a moment, Jasmine had been worried that the lid would hit her face or her huge fake jugs, considering that she was as good as immobile in the reverse hogtie with her face and tits pointing up proudly. However, the lid shut fine, inches from her face and only grazing her very erect nipples slightly.

A few minutes later, the horny, naked and humiliated Jasmine, fit snugly in the very dark trunk, felt the car moving off.

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Nice story bro, thanks!

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Before Jasmine's eyes could adjust to the light when the lid of the trunk was popped open, she was greeted by loud, raucous laughter and instinctively shied away. Of course, still handcuffed and exposed, she could barely move her head away and was forced to remain staring upwards, fun bags thrust out and on display.

"Fuckslut for special delivery to the presidential suite." came Fred's voice.

Squinting, Jasmine saw Fred peering down at her pathetic form. To add to her humiliation, he was accompanied by two young men who looked amused, clearly enjoying the sight of her naked body. Worse still, they looked like they were barely 18!



Fred immediately reached over and hoisted her body up. This time, he used both hands, in between her back and her arms, lifting her up easily. Despite being naked, Jasmine felt somewhat relieved that he had not lifted her up from inside her bare and exposed pussy again.

She was placed on a small silver push-cart, her shaved pussy conveniently facing the front. Still forced to be in the reverse hogtie, her legs were extremely numb.

Her eyes now properly adjusted to the light, Jasmine was able to get a better look at the two young men. They were dressed in some sort of red and white uniform. She figured they were hotel staff, and was slightly surprised, having expected to be brought to Xavier's home. Then, Jasmine realized that their name tags both read 'Temp'. For some reason, this brought a strong wave of humiliation over her. It was as though some part of her, still proud, would be more comfortable being naked and exposed to permanent staff, rather than having her bare curvaceous naked body being casually observed by the two teenagers who were probably only working at the hotel part-time. She wondered what they must think of her, their eyes roaming freely all over her evenly tanned skin.

Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in some sort of freight deposit area.

More humiliation was due, as the relief at not having had her tight and still-juicy snatch impaled soon evaporated, when Fred nonchalantly dipped his index finger INTO her, using her natural female lubricant to separate his bunch of bills in order to hand the two teenagers their tips. When he was done, he again used her luscious blonde hair to clean off his fingers, which the two temps got a good laugh at. Jasmine felt terrible having her moist cunt penetrated so casually in front of the strangers, but all she could do was remain helpless and vulnerable in the erotic position.

Then, she was on the move again.

The two young men pushed the cart slowly, obviously enjoying the sight of the naked bombshell and the power they had over her.

It hit Jasmine somewhere along the "ride" that her dress and heels were not with her, and she hoped that some arrangements had been made for them. The thought of being completely naked in a strange hotel without access to any clothing at all was unsettling.

"Hey Bobby!" came a voice.

"What's up, Chad?" apparently, Bobby was one of her "deliverers".

"Where're you headed?" Chad replied.

Jasmine could hear his voice getting closer.

"Oh nice!!" and, it didn't take Chad long at all to catch sight of her beautiful naked body, stretched out and helpless.

"Yeah, another fuckslut for the suite." Bobby replied, absent-mindedly twiddling Jasmine's firm nipples.



Chad quickly whipped out his phone and snapped a few pictures, zooming in on Jasmine's parted thighs.

"Man, look at this slut. She obviously tans naked!" he commented.

"Hey fuckslut," Bobby said, slapping Jasmine's big tits lightly, "What's your name?"

"Uh.." Jasmine replied, extremely humiliated by the fact that she was being manhandled and molested so casually, "I am.. Dit.. Ditzy Tits.."

"Tits, do you tan naked?" Chad asked, laughing.

"Yes.. Yes.." Jasmine replied softly.

"See, I knew it," Chad continued, "Bet lots of people have seen you naked and tanning huh? Probably in public?"

"Uh.. Yes.. People have seen me tanning naked.." Jasmine said, mortified.

"Be a good slut and spread your legs wider, alright Tits? Let me get a good look at that shaved twat." Chad winked at her.

More pictures of Jasmine's most intimate area, now nicely exposed for the men's viewing between her splayed thighs, were soon added to Chad's collection. He dragged two fingers slowly over the sides of her sticky slit.

"Soft and smooth, just how I like it!" he said.

"Ah, we better be on our way. Can't be late." Bobby said, now flicking Jasmine's erect nipples using his middle finger. He sounded disappointed.

"Oh yeah, I got distracted by the dumb slut's body. Actually, I was about to ask you guys whether you could help me deliver a keg up to the kitchen. It's just a level up. And you'll be taking the service elevator up to the suite anyway." Chad said.

"Sure thing." Bobby replied.

Unfortunately, getting the keg onto the push-cart wasn't that straightforward. Fred had placed Jasmine's naked body parallel to the length of the push-cart, spread pussy facing the front. He had probably intended for anyone walking past to be greeted first by her shaved slit winking at them. But the silver cart was not particularly large, and this was proving to be an inefficient use of space now that they needed to load the cylindrical keg on as well.

The men pondered the situation for a couple of seconds, then the other teenager spoke.

"How about we put the fuckslut horizontal, with the keg resting against the handle? Like, keg behind, fuckslut in front." he said.

"Oh. Good idea, Mike!" Bobby replied.

Jasmine flushed red, half from embarrassment, half from annoyance. As soon as she had hit puberty, Jasmine knew full well that she was sexy, smart and beautiful. She was a cocktease; she loved the attention and having as much of the male population be desperate for her. She had always thought of herself as the epitome of desirability and she would make men work their hardest just to spend time with her, let alone have the "honour" of touching her. Now, she was completely naked and barefoot on a cheap push-cart and restrained in a reverse hogtie. Even more humiliating was the fact that they were discussing her naked body as though she was nothing but an OBJECT! It was as though she mattered as much to them as the beer keg, mere items that they had to organize on the cart.



It made things worse when Bobby and Mike began to pick her up and shift her around on the cart like a common household appliance.

Her fun bags bounced when Bobby lifted her up using her left forearm and left shin, Mike her right arm and leg. However, due to their failure to coordinate their grips, her legs were parted even wider, causing her smoothly shaven snatch to be spread obscenely wide.

After Chad had placed the keg against the handle of the car, the men eventually got her naked body into position, checking to make sure that her bare ass was safely within the boundary of the push-cart's platform.

Finally, Mike and Bobby pushed the cart towards the nearby service elevator.

"Right, what you got here?" a grizzly middle-aged man sitting at the counter beside the elevator asked, "Don't forget to log your deliverables."

"One beer keg for the kitchen, and.. One fuckslut for the presidential suite!" Bobby said.

The man chuckled and handed Bobby a small logbook.

However, instead of using the table, Bobby placed the book on her firm and thrust-out tits! The helpless Jasmine had the indignity of having her naked body used as a table as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. The group was obviously amused as Bobby scribbled some words on a page, patting her 36Fs melons affectionately when he was done.

A minute or so later, the naked Jasmine, along with the two teenagers, were finally in the service elevator. Shortly after, a 'ding' indicated that they had reached the kitchen level, and Bobby checked his watch.



"Ah, damn it. We might be late. Why don't you take the keg over to the kitchen while I grab the decorations from the storeroom?" he told Mike.

"Yeah, sure." Mike replied, "I was hoping to give the kitchen staff a tour of the skank. But we really are behind schedule."

Jasmine blushed, insulted. Mike had casually discussed people getting A TOUR OF HER NAKED BODY - it was as if she were a tourist attraction of some sort. She was glad, however, that time was on her side, and her big tits and shaved pussy would be kept private for now. At least, as private as being spread out completely naked on a push-cart was..

They exited the elevator, and Mike pulled the keg off from beside Jasmine, walking off quickly.

Bobby wheeled her over to a small door nearby, then entered the room. Jasmine was left in the corridor, naked and exposed.

"Fuck." she thought to herself, hoping that no one would walk by.

This time, the naked blonde was lucky. Mike came out of the room barely a minute later, holding onto a rectangular box.

Jasmine wondered what was in the box as she was pushed back towards the elevator. Mike rejoined them just in time for the 'ding' which indicated that the elevator had arrived.

It was a long way up to their next destination; Jasmine estimated it to be about 30 floors or so. She even managed to zone out for a moment, thoughts lingering on where her skimpy red dress and slut heels were, as Bobby and Mike began to talk about video games while attempting to balance the thin box between her deep cleavage.



Soon, they were in front of a posh-looking wooden door. It seemed to be the only door on the entire floor. Jasmine was relieved, realizing that there was hardly any chance of someone coming by and seeing her naked in the corridor.

Mike knocked and they waited for a few seconds.

"Phew. Ok. He's not here yet." Bobby said.

They slid their masterkey into the door. The lights immediately came on, and they pushed Jasmine into the room.

"Alright, gotta make it quick." Bobby continued, as the door shut behind them.

"Usual arrangement, then?" Mike said.

Bobby nodded.

"I'll get the controller for the Rack." Mike walked away hurriedly as Jasmine was wheeled towards the wall directly opposite the main door.

Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in the living room of the grand suite. It was huge. In fact, from the angle she was in, it seemed to be the size of the entire ground floor of her home.

Bobby stopped the cart in front of the wall, where a strange contraption occupied the fairly sizable space between two large paintings.

Jasmine craned her head to the side to get a better look at the Rack. At first, she thought it was a golden triangle. However, the base of the triangle was missing; instead, there was a foot-and-a-half gap between the two ends pointing towards the ground. The weird structure was more like an inverted 'V', made of a shiny golden cylindrical tube that was about as thick as a tuboid fluorescent lamp. The tip of the inverted 'V' seemed to be the only part attached to the ceiling.



"Ok, got it." Mike said as he came over.

"Can you lower it a little?" Bobby said.

Jasmine was actually rather intrigued. Mike pressed a button on a small and sleek black controller, and the inverted 'V' actually started MOVING downwards. Jasmine realized that the tip of the 'V' was not actually attached to the ceiling, but rather to an extendable vertical pole made of the same material and shade of gold. Mike's controller could adjust the length of the vertical pole!

"Ok, that's good." Bobby said when the tip of the 'V' was about a foot above his head. This meant that the base of the 'V' was about as high as his stomach.

"Extend the Holders just a litte?" Bobby continued.

Apparently, the Holders were retractable horizontal bars that pointed outwards from the tips of the base of the 'V', protruding to the right and left respectively. Jasmine watched, somewhat enthralled, as Mike used the controller to extend the bars out, parallel to the wall. When they were approximately six inches long on each side, Bobby told him to stop.

"Ok great job. Help me get her up, will you?" Bobby said.

To Jasmine's horror, she was quickly lifted up from the cart. This time, Bobby held on to both her knees, inserting his hands in between her calves and hamstrings. Mike, on the other hand, supported her head and shoulders.



"No, please, what the fuck is going on?" Jasmine tried to ask.

The two young men ignored her.

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Fantastic story with great photos, thanks TS :D

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After two pages, felt it’s just another copy paste erotic photo and it’s really boring. Just another degrading story. Nothing new. Could be copy pasted from anywhere and just insert random big boobs photo. That’s my opinion anyway.

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Jasmine's worst fears were realized when she felt Bobby hooking her right knee over the right Holder, then adjusting the angle of her body so that her left knee could be hooked over the left Holder. It was almost as though she was a dress being hung up on a hanger.

"Ok, up." Mike said.

Bobby quickly picked up the controller for the Rack again.



First, he extended the Holders so that they were almost two feet long on either side. Then, he began to raise the Rack. Mike was kind enough to support Jasmine's shoulders and neck until the Rack was high enough, then he gently let her go.

Bobby and Mike stepped back to admire their work. Jasmine was UPSIDE-DOWN, eyes at crotch-level. She could see the glee in their eyes.

The naked Jasmine was completely trapped, facing outwards and towards the main door of the room. Her legs were parted wide since she could not close them, due to the wide gap between the ends of the 'V'. Since her wrists were still handcuffed to her ankles, she was actually very much like a dress hanging from a hanger, each arm-leg combination forming "straps" as she hung there, helpless.

Furthermore, due to the sheer length that the Holders had been extended to, Jasmine's legs, albeit spread wide for easy inspection of her cunt, could never slip off the Holders from the side if she wanted to get down. Of course, that would mean that she would plunge face first onto the ground, but she figured the length of the Holders were more for greater exposure and humiliation, her safety just being an ancillary benefit.

"Oh, shit. I forgot the welcome decorations." Bobby suddenly remembered.

He walked over to the hapless Jasmine, carrying the thin box from the storeroom on the kitchen level.

There were a few stalks of purple roses in the box. Jasmine was utterly humiliated when Bobby proceeded to insert them deep into her bald pussy, along with a thin stick with a small card at its tip. She could smell the musk of Bobby's crotch as he leaned against her, his dick hard as a rock.

"Fuck. What am I, a flowerpot?" Jasmine thought to herself, visualizing the roses whose stalks she could feel inside her moist cunt. She could see the flowers from in between her tits if she craned her head upwards, but that caused her wrists and knees to hurt because she would have to arch her shoulders inwards slightly.

"Ok, spotlights. Then we better get out of here!" Bobby said, backing away to get a better look at his floral arrangement.

Mike fiddled with the controller, and Jasmine winced as two yellow spotlights began to shine directly at her naked body from above her. The beams were concentrated somewhere between her midriff and groin, and were not extremely bright, but it was still harsh on her eyes especially if she attempted to crane her neck up. This forced her to maintain her eyes at crotch-level or lower.

The two teenagers got a few pictures of Jasmine's helpless naked form before shutting the door, leaving Jasmine in the dark room. All the lights went off except her spotlights, but it was still in the middle of the day and some sunlight could still be seen from behind the curtains.

Forgetting about the gap between the ends of the 'V' for a moment, Jasmine tried to force her legs shut in an attempt to regain some modesty. Of course, she could not, her shaved slit remaining spread wide and exposed, at eye-level, for the convenient viewing pleasure of whoever entered the room. She was directly in front of the main door, and anyone entering could not possibly miss her naked body.



Jasmine felt a tear roll down her face as she caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror that was next to the door. Her once-private and posh pussy was used as a FLOWERPOT, the purple flowers sticking out amusingly. She squinted her eyes to see what was written on the card, managing to make out "hope" and "compliments". Another wave of deep and fresh humiliation came when she saw the reflection of the two paintings on either side of her. It was as though her naked body was just decoration for the room, her hairless cunt used as a receptacle for the hotel's gimmicky welcome!

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Jasmine's heart jumped when she heard the door click, wondering for a moment whether more humiliation at the hands of lowly service staff was coming her way.

It felt almost as bad when she saw Xavier standing there, looking dapper in a three-piece suit. She knew full well that her shaved pussy would be the first thing that he saw when he entered, not only comfortably at eye level and illuminated by the spotlights, but also spread wide invitingly.

"Nice." the lawyer said, grinning at her pathetic form, "I take it you took the scenic route here?"

"Xavier, what the fuck. Please let me down, please. This is so humiliating. I can't even close my legs." Jasmine begged.

Xavier walked slowly over to the naked and helpless Jasmine.

When he was standing right in front of her bare pussy, Jasmine felt him twirling a couple of the rose stalks inside her extremely slowly.

"Ah," he said, reading the words on the card, almost as though he was talking to himself, "So nice."

He was obviously enjoying the moment at Jasmine's expense.

"Can you remove them please, it's so embarrassing.." Jasmine whispered.

Predictably, Xavier opted not to. He took a seat on the leather sofa nearby.

"How are you feeling, Jasmine? Or should I say.. Jizzmine?" he said.

"What the fuck, Xavier! Please, why are you doing this? I've been seen naked, touched by your driver, strangers. Now I'm handcuffed and hanging here like some stupid ornament. Please, you said you'd help me. Why would you do this.." Jasmine tailed off, tearing up.

"Do you like roses?" Xavier asked, before bursting out laughing.

Jasmine sniffed.

"Xavier, the roses.. In me.." she said awkwardly.

"It really is a nice touch. I like it." he replied, "They've always been very hospitable."

"You know, I really did want to help you. At first. I spoke to Nicolette straight after." Xavier continued speaking as he got up to get a drink from the minibar.

Humiliated, Jasmine could do nothing but attempt to squeeze her legs shut again. She only succeeded in clenching her pussy tight around the rose stalks, the flowers twitching from the slight movement.

"But Nicolette was right. The fact is, you only came to me because you needed me. You're only nice to people when you need them. When you don't, they don't matter to you at all. You're a user and a manipulator, Jasmine. You've always been. Actually, all I had to ask myself was - what would YOU have done if the roles were reversed?" Xavier continued.

"Fuck you!" Jasmine retorted.

"When I was younger, I had always fantasized about arrogant, bitchy sluts being turned into cheap subservient skanks, available for use all the time.." the beautiful Jasmine watched as Xavier's eyes roved to her hairless mound, a faint smile on his lips.

Jasmine blushed. She felt even more naked now, realizing that she must seem ridiculous, attempting to argue with him when she was spread and exposed - upside-down like a strange museum exhibit, with a pussy full of roses and a card welcoming him to the hotel.

"You, Jasmine, are as fake as your rack. The difference between you and me, however, is that it was me who was presented with a great opportunity that I could exploit. You!" Xavier said, "And so I chose to do what would benefit me most. See, what was the best that could happen if I did help you? You give me a kiss? Suck my dick? You'll use your body to get what you want, you always have. Like I said, you're a user. You don't have any respect for the people around you, and I'm sure it was nice to have the service staff get familiar with your body today. I'm sure being a toilet cleaner will be fun!"

Xavier removed his coat and vest.

"You're nothing now, Jizzmine. You have no control over anything and anyone. In fact, you're just a slave, your only purpose in life is to bring amusement to other people! If someone wants a fuck, you fuck. If someone wants to watch you run around naked in public, you run. I'm really look forward to seeing how this plays out with Nicolette. In fact, I just got off the phone with her, and.."

He began to walk over to the helpless naked Jasmine.

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"I'll have your body any time I want, any way I want, anyway."

Xavier unzipped his trousers.

"It won't just be Owen, if you dare to be disobedient. It'll be your parents, your siblings, your grandparents.. I wonder how they would feel knowing what the fake-titted adulterous whore named Jizzmine has been up to. Your friends too.. Well, if you do have any actual ones. You'll be meeting Nicolette tonight, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. We had a long, long discussion about you. I think our brainstorming was productive. But I have you for the afternoon, so.."

Xavier pulled down his trousers and boxers, thrusting his semi-erect dick towards Jasmine's face, her succulent lips conveniently at crotch-level.

"Suck."

The defeated naked Jasmine began to lick her former friend's balls. Xavier grabbed on to the busty bombshell's tanned thighs, the purple roses smiling at him. It was a good day.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was utterly humiliated as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again - hung completely naked and upside-down with flowers in her pussy, she was a mere decoration, a worthless sextoy with huge fake tits giving a blowjob. Her bobbing movements caused the roses to jiggle from side to side happily.



Hanging upside down with her hands handcuffed and secured to her ankles behind her, Jasmine could do nothing but obediently suck on her former friend's stiff cock. It felt even more humiliating because she was extremely horny, having been denied orgasm by her tormentors for the entire day so far. Now, being exhibited lewdly like a cheap ornament meant that her smooth snatch was practically leaking sticky juice.

Xavier could see how obviously turned on the tanned slut was, her pink slit glistening and her swollen clit begging for attention. However, Jasmine's pussy was still stuffed amusingly full with the purple roses, so he resolved to squeezing her huge fake tits for further entertainment as his cock was treated to an expert blowjob. Those firm 36Fs were conveniently within reach in the position that the whore was hung, as though they were shouting "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME".



"Uhh. Remind me to compliment the hotel for the placement of the room décor.." Xavier groaned.

Jasmine's neck hurt badly from sucking on Xavier's cock like an enthusiastic slut in heat, but felt a hot flush at his words.

"It's like I'm just a part of the furniture.." she thought.

As though reading her mind, Xavier continued with a, "Perfect height for squeezing these fuckbags, yeah?"

"MMMPH!" Jasmine mumbled as Xavier pinched her nipples painfully.

It made things worse that she needed to pee badly, having not been allowed to do anything the entire day except to go along with the "viewings" planned out for her naked body - the raunchy slut shuddered slightly at her own characterisation of how her once-private parts were now as good as public property - and obey whatever degrading orders she was given.

Finally, Jasmine felt his balls stiffen up and his hard shaft swell a little at the base. As the experienced tart that she was, Jasmine knew what was coming and braced her throat for the impact of the slimy goo.

However, Xavier unceremoniously pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his load all over her huge melons.

There was nothing better than a warm cum bath on her tits to remind Jasmine of her utter nakedness, and of course, her worthlessness.



"Please, can you let me down now..?" Jasmine mumbled, "I.. I need to pee."

"So.. You want to water the flowers?" Xavier chuckled, panting. But at least he reached for the remote control.

He fumbled with it for a few minutes. However, after pressing a couple of buttons, he still seemed confused.

Xavier enjoyed the look of distress spreading over Jasmine's beautiful features as he walked towards the hotel phone. The poor Jasmine certainly didn't want to be seen naked by more strangers, hanging upside down with her bald cunt spread wide and used as a flowerpot.

"Please, please! I'm completely nude. Please, don't let more people see me. It's so embarrassing.." Jasmine begged, "I can show you how to do it, I saw the two boys operating this stupid machine earlier!"



Of course, Xavier ignored her pleas, grinning, and swiftly summoned a room attendant.

"Could you please.. At least.. Remove the.. Roses.." Jasmine said softly, beginning to tear.

Xavier smirked at her pathetic form as he got dressed. Naturally, there was no such luxury for the salacious slut, who remained naked and exposed, her pussy at eye-level so that anyone who cared to look directly at it did not have to strain their neck at all.

When the bell rang softly from the main door, the lawyer cruelly increased the brightness of the spotlights shining directly on Jasmine's body, making the shine on her wet pussy and cum-covered tits even more obvious. He winked at busty Jasmine and got to his feet.

And then things got even worse for Jasmine.

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Xavier happily opened the door wide, obviously not giving any thought to the fact that the randy slut's naked body was on display, pussy filled with purple roses.

Jasmine immediately recognized the young man standing in the doorway.

To her horror, the room attendant was her neighbour's son, Jim!

Jasmine used to have weekly yoga sessions with his mother, Tammy, who was a yoga instructor. Of course, this was before the servile bimbo's Sundays had been replaced with naked backyard tanning and Monkey-Rocker masturbation sessions. Jim was 20 this year, and Jasmine had seen him casting furtive glances at her firm ass squeezed into even tighter yoga pants on many occasions as the small group did their exercises beside Tammy's pool.

In fact, Jasmine would occasionally angle her bubble butt towards him whenever she could, enjoying the attention and being able to tease the young man through her form-fitting clothing.

But it was very different now. She was completely naked, helpless and handcuffed, and hanging upside-down. Her pussy was freshly shaved, puffy pink lips spread wide.



Jim's mouth fell wide open when he caught sight of the evenly tanned bare skin of the sexy young wife who lived just a few houses down from him.

Noticing his eyes roving, as expected, to her hairless mound, Jasmine instinctively tried to shut her legs. However, her thighs were still blocked by the poles attached to the ceiling, which meant that all her movements did was to cause the roses, still sticking amusingly out of her once-private area, to jiggle. She blushed, realizing that it would seem as though she was intentionally trying to draw his attention to her wet and needy cunt!

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. He could not take his eyes off of the shiny snatch right in front of him as he walked towards the exposed Jasmine.



Xavier was not stupid, and he quickly caught on to the realization passing between the naked bimbo and the room attendant. However, he was extremely interested to see how the situation would play out, so he pretended not to notice anything.

"So.. you want to get her down, sir?" Jim asked Xavier.

Xavier nodded, trying to hide his grin, as he enjoyed the hapless Jasmine's embarrassment at being completely naked in front of someone she obviously recognized.

"And sir, the vase that you requested for.. would that be for the flowers?" Jim continued, chuckling.

"Ah yes," Xavier said, "The old pot is dirty, so I need a new one. The skank wants to keep them as a souvenir of her time in this hotel!"

As though emphasizing how open and available Jasmine's naked body was, Xavier walked over and calmly stroked the hairless area above her slit slowly.

Jasmine blushed, lost for words.

"Fuck.. What must he think of me? Hanging here like this.. And getting touched as though I'm just a toy.." she thought.



As requested, Jim walked over. Noticing that he was trying not to get his body too close to her cum-stained tits despite the obvious bulge in his pants made Jasmine feel extremely dirty.

Jim began removing the rose stalks from her pussy while the naked woman hung there helplessly, and the poor Jasmine could feel the first stalk dragging slowly against the insides of her soft and tight folds as he extricated it from her moist snatch.

"WAIT!" Xavier said.

Jasmine's sopping wet cunt pulsed involuntarily as the stalk paused in the middle of her love tunnel.

"Looks like the old flowerpot doesn't want to be replaced, sir." Obviously, Jim had noticed, and he laughed loudly.

"Useless slut. Thank the nice man for cleaning your wet fuckhole!" Xavier ordered, nodding his head in Jasmine's direction.

Mortified, Jasmine could do nothing but mumble, "Thank.. Thank you.. Sir.."

She felt completely worthless. Her young neighbour's fingers were holding on to the head of the rose stalk which was still half inside her pussy, while she had no choice but to have the added indignity of thanking and addressing him as a servant would.

"Stop being a dumb bitch. Thinking with your cunt again, huh? I said, thank him for cleaning your WET FUCKHOLE!" Xavier repeated, raising his voice.

As though being naked and exposed wasn't bad enough for the hapless Jasmine, being scolded like a naughty sex slave in front of her neighbour reinforced how far she had fallen.

"Thank you.. For cleaning.. My wet.. Wet.. Fuck.. Fuckhole.." Jasmine's eyes welled up in tears as she repeated the derogatory words.



Xavier made some gestures to Jim, and the room attendant gleefully but gently pushed the rose stalk back deep into the young wife's pussy. The two exchanged a smile at Jasmine's luscious red lips forming a round 'O' when the end of the stalk rubbed against her g-spot.

"Practice makes perfect for a stupid slut." Xavier said.

Jim caught on quick and pulled the stalk out of Jasmine's needy cunt slowly, pausing when Xavier indicated he should. The tip was still inside her moist snatch.

It was as though her lovejuice was being used as dipping sauce for French fries! Jasmine felt a fresh pang of humiliation at being in such a lewd position.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole.. Sir.." Jasmine forced herself to repeat. The poor tanned Jasmine couldn't believe that she was actually uttering those horrible words in front of her friend's son.

Worse still, the continuous motion and rubbing against the insides of her dripping wet love tunnel was making her even more aware of her full bladder. She had needed to pee badly when she was done sucking cock, and now, she was almost at the point of bursting.

Xavier let Jasmine slave repeat the performance with the first rose a few times, before he smiled and told Jim to continue with the rest.

As Jim was still standing at an angle and trying to avoid the fresh cum splattered over the dirty whore's busty melons, he inadvertently dragged the end of the stalk against her engorged clit as it slid out of her slick tunnel, eliciting a soft moan from the poor naked woman.

Jasmine immediately cursed herself but both Jim and Xavier had heard it loud and clear.

"Wow. I would never have guessed that she was such a horny skank.. But then again, she's always been a pricktease." Jim said with a smirk.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir.." Jasmine sobbed as the first rose finally ended up in the new vase.

She watched, helpless and defeated, as Xavier gestured to Jim and led the room attendant over to the couch. Jasmine was under no illusions as they conversed in hushed voices; she knew that the neighbour would be telling her tormentor all about their "relationship" and she dreaded the fresh humiliations that were planned for her naked and exposed body as she hung there with her bald snatch still full of roses.

The tanned Jasmine was thus somewhat surprised when Jim came over a few minutes later and continued clearing the flowers from her cheap cunt.

Jasmine tried her best to stop her inner pussy muscles from moving because her full bladder and the slow rubbing of the stalks against the insides of her love tunnel and against her clit was making her more and more aroused. However, her thighs were still blocked as she hung upside-down like a dress and she only succeeded in clenching tight around the rose stalks, making it appear even more as though she did not want the offending flowers to be removed from her lovebox!

Naturally, Xavier and Jim had a good laugh at her pathetic form.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir!" Jasmine chirped obediently as each stalk was removed, hoping that a more subservient performance would be rewarded with less humiliation.

"You know, sir, I bet the roses could have continued growing for a couple of weeks in the old pot. Look at how much moisture there is!" Jim pointed at Jasmine's obviously slick and pink pussy when a single rose was left.

Xavier chuckled in agreement.

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Nice update, keep going TS :)

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"Do you think I could get some pictures? You know, for posterity.." Jim asked.

"Sure!" Xavier replied gleefully.

"Of course he doesn't mind. I'm the one who is nude and covered in cum. And all my private parts are going to be on this young bastard's phone!" the naked bimbo thought angrily.



Xavier got himself a drink from the minibar and took a seat, obviously enjoying Jasmine's discomfort as her neighbour snapped pictures of her fully nude body and shaved pussy, still with a single purple rose sticking amusingly out of.



When Jim had his fill of pictures of the naked young wife, he proceeded to extricate the last rose from her moist cunt.

"Thank you for cleaning my wet fuckhole, sir.." Jasmine said worriedly, before continuing, "Uh, Jim.. could you keep this between us, please?"



It was a mistake, as Jim immediately shoved the stalk back deep into her slit. Jasmine's mouth opened in a beautiful 'O' again, at the sudden penetration.

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Jim said with an evil smile, sliding the rose in and out of the tanned Jasmine's love passage, gently this time.

"Um.." it was hard for Jasmine to continue the extremely awkward conversation when she could hear the soft squelches of her lovejuice as she got fucked by the rose stalk, but she swallowed and tried, "Like.. Don't tell Tammy.."

"Oh, you mean Mom?" Jim smirked.

"Um.." the poor Jasmine tried to ignore the indignity of the continued invasion deep into her moist pussy, "Yeah.."

Xavier let out a loud laugh, "Ok, I gotta give it to you, Jim. You were right."

Jasmine wasn't sure what her former friend meant, but she had a feeling that it had something to do with their discussions earlier, and Jim continued, "Well.. I'll give you a choice, you slutty pricktease."



"Of course, I'll do anything.. I'll.. Suck.. Fuck.." Jasmine tailed off.

She realized how worthless and whorish she sounded. It was as though she was a low-class streetwalker whose first thought was always to use her body and holes to get what she needed.

"Either I show Mom all these pictures, and tell her all about you being naked in this hotel room and covered in cum.. And she'll probably tell your nice husband all about it.." Jim paused for effect.

"NO, PLEASE.. I'll do anything. What's the other option?" Jasmine pleaded.

"Or.. Well.. Because I miss your curvy slut body so much.. You have to join the yoga classes every Sunday again.." Jim said.

"Oh wow, what a pathetic boy. So that's all he wants?" Jasmine thought.



"YES. I'll come for yoga. Every Sunday. I promise!" she said quickly, eager to jump at any opportunity not to be exposed as the adulterous slut she was to Tammy.

"I'm not done yet, whore." Jim said.

Jasmine's heart sank.

"You will be completely naked and barefoot for the whole lesson. Nothing on at all. And no covering with a towel or whatever stupid ideas your skanky brain may come up with. You will be completely exposed to the whole class. And, of course, Mom.." Jim continued with a smile.

"No, please.." Jasmine begged.

"Well, then I guess it's option one!" Jim said with a laugh, "Either's fine by me, honestly. Let me.. Just select the best pictures to send to Mom, or maybe.. All of them?"

"No, wait. Please. No.." Jasmine whispered, deflated.

"Hey, make up your mind, you dumb bitch." Xavier hollered at the naked Jasmine from the sofa.



Jasmine didn't like the idea of being naked in front of her friends from the neighbourhood. And throughout the yoga lesson, no less! She would have to come up with a good excuse to make them understand. But it would be much better than Tammy, and probably the entire neighbourhood, including Owen, seeing the close-up pictures of her being restrained and hanging upside-down with a rose stalk deep in her pussy, as though she was a cheap ornament. Most of all, she could not let them see Xavier's cum splattered all over her magnificent tits!

"Ok, since you're taking so long to make up your mind.. Let me add a bit more spice to option two. I know yoga normally lasts for an hour or so. But I want you to stay naked around my home for two hours! So our good neighbours can have a good look at your whorish slut body.." Jim continued.



This reminded Jasmine of another issue that she would face. "Um.. I can't stay for two hours on Sunday.. I need to.. Tan.." she said, remembering Nicolette's arrangements for her silky smooth skin.

"Well, that's not my problem." Jim said, "Make up your mind, or I'll do it for you. And that will be option one, just so we're clear."

"OK. OK! I'll do it. I'll be naked.. Naked.. during yoga.. Every Sunday.." Jasmine said, defeated.

The hapless Jasmine knew that she would have a lot of explaining to do to her yoga group, and she prayed that the added humiliation her Sundays would bring would make Nicolette happy enough to allow her to "reorganize" her naked tanning and Monkey-Rocker self-fucking sessions.

"Good slut." Jim winked at her, grinning, "I look forward to seeing you.. All of you.. on Sunday."

He proceeded to remove the last stalk from Jasmine's pussy.

Jasmine gasped as the end of the stalk left her needy fuckhole and dragged against her red-hot clit.

Even though she knew what was coming and tried her best to stop herself, the humiliations of the day were just too much for the oversexed whore.

"URRGH.." the wanton Jasmine moaned as she came.

And then, suddenly, she was PISSING.

"Oh!" Jim backed away from the half-cumming, half-pissing whore.

Jasmine's golden shower continuously spurted out of her pink slit like an amusing fountain.

Somewhere in her tart's overly-aroused mind, Jasmine knew her "performance" made her seem completely worthless and depraved. Her piss squirted out as she writhed in orgasm; it was as though her sextoy body had a mind of its own!

After what felt like five full minutes for the panting blonde, Jasmine felt the orgasm subside and some blood return to her horny brain.

Fresh piss trickling down her fake tits and all over her beautiful features, Jasmine began to sob as she watched the two men appraising her pathetic exploits. Her all-over tan was glistening as she hung there, embarrassed and lost for words.

"Fucking PISS-SLUT.." Xavier said.

Jim actually looked concerned. "Sir, I think I should get her down. The carpet probably needs cleaning.." he said with a frown.

Xavier nodded, and handed the keys for the handcuffs to Jim. The room attendant set the vase of purple roses down on a side table, glaring at Jasmine's shiny piss-covered body with obvious contempt.

Jasmine had enjoyed the opportunity to take a warm shower after Xavier allowed Jim to let her down from the cruel contraption. Xavier had seemed mildly sympathetic about her "accident", eyeing her piss-covered body, and had told the naked Jasmine to take her time getting herself washed up clean.



Having been denied relief since the morning by Nicolette, the hapless slave was still panting from the explosive public orgasm after all her pent-up sexual frustration from the day's humiliations. Jasmine had thus hurried into the lush bathroom, eager to get some semblance of privacy for her nude form.

Xavier had even allowed her to shut the bathroom door. Jasmine actually felt grateful, then chastised herself.

"Closing the door is something that any one should be allowed to do! But now it's a rare privilege for me.. What have I become.." she thought.

Jasmine took extra care to cleanse her smooth pussy, both inside and outside, feeling dirty and disgusted at the idea of not only having had random strangers' fingers inside her but also roses deep inside her. It made her feel even more like a tramp realizing that reflecting on the humiliations of the day promptly caused her arousal to build up again despite her powerful orgasm just minutes earlier.



However, when Jasmine was done with her slow and thorough shower, she found out, to her disappointment, that the bathroom had no towels or bathrobes. Or perhaps they had been removed, she realized. Having been too desperate to get cleansed, she had not noticed when she had first stepped into the bathroom.

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Sighing, Jasmine exited the bathroom completely naked. Water was dripping seductively off her shapely curves and platinum black hair as the slave's big tits and shaved pussy were casually exposed for the viewing pleasure of whoever was in the room.

The first thing she noticed was that Xavier was fully dressed. Jasmine was somewhat surprised as she had expected him to want to treat himself to her fuckable body and the delights of her holes, and she continued looking around the common area of the suite.



"Yelp!" the dripping wet Jasmine shrieked, realizing that there was no less than four men crouching around the area where she had been hung like a dress earlier. And they were all staring, open-mouthed, at her nude body!

"No, no. Favourite position." Xavier said, smiling, as though reading Jasmine's mind.

Resigned, the blushing Jasmine put her arms behind her head and spread her legs wide, thrusting out her fake melons so that the group could get a good eyeful. She could see their eyes gravitating towards her bare and smooth snatch.

Jasmine received another pang of humiliation when she realized that they were cleaning the area where she had soiled the carpet with her piss.

"At least Jim's gone.." she thought, as the "carpet people" drank in the sight of the busty Jasmine exhibitionist.

Xavier glanced at his watch, frowning.

"Ah, I have to go.. I would have liked to show them around your body. Another time, perhaps.. But, you should at least thank them for cleaning up after you, slut." he ordered.

Jasmine had no choice but to obey.

The naked Jasmine pranced over, jiggling her huge 36Fs towards the group. As ordered, she made a show of slowly slipping off her wedding ring with a wink, before dropping it into the nearby vase with the purple roses that had just been deep inside her moist pussy.



Then, blushing, Jasmine squatted down with her legs spread almost horizontally wide, toes pointing in opposite directions. She was directly in front of the four men, so that they could each get an equal and unobstructed view of her shaved slit splayed obscenely wide between her tanned thighs.

"This naughty slut is so so sorry that she pissed all over! Thank you so much for cleaning up after this useless cunt!" she said in a high-pitched voice, before licking her lips and blowing kisses to each of them.

Blushing profusely, the busty slut catwalked her way back for more orders from her former friend.

"ONE!" Jasmine shouted loudly, her arms by her side.

She couldn't see anything, thanks to the black sleep blindfold that Xavier had placed over her eyes. He had intentionally tightened its straps so that it would stay in place during her workout.

"Who knows who else would be watching you now, huh? You definitely wouldn't.." he had said.

Jasmine knew where she was standing, of course, since he had ordered her to get into position before giving her her orders. She was right smack in front of the full-length windows. There were no curtains to shield her naked body, and she was facing out into the city with the mid-day sun warming up her bare tanned skin.

Worse still, the cruel lawyer had stuffed her ears with earplugs, so the hapless Jasmine would be unable to tell if anyone else was in the room.



"JASMINE!" the humiliated bitch forced herself to continue. She raised her arms over her head, clapping her hands loudly and spreading her legs more than 3 feet wide as she shouted her name.

For some reason, it felt even more demeaning to use her own - "No, old," she corrected herself miserably - name.

She knew for sure that the men cleaning the carpet were watching her naked form bouncing up and down like a cheap whore, but at least it was now her evenly-tanned and toned back that was facing them this time rather than a widely-spread close-up of her bald cunt and big fake tits.

"IS!" Jasmine finished the jumping jack by slapping her hands hard against her outer thighs.

"A!" Again, clapping her hands loudly over her head.

"CHEATING!" Slapping her outer thighs as hard as she could.

It hurt her to refer to herself as an unfaithful wife, and even more so to shout it at the top of her lungs. But Xavier had given her her orders, and she had no choice but to obey.

The poor Jasmine wondered what the carpet men would think of her, then sighed inwardly. Even if appearing completely naked after the shower was not enough to highlight her indecency, slipping off her wedding ring and spreading her smooth inner pink lips for their casual viewing earlier would surely have been enough to notify them that she was nothing but a raunchy skank.



"WHORE!" As Jasmine clapped her hands in what would have been the middle of a jumping jack, she could already feel her palms stinging.

Her first "repetition" wasn't even over.

Leaving her legs spread extremely wide, her shaved pussy plainly visible for anyone caring to look in from any of the other buildings outside the window, Jasmine began waving her arms wildly over her head as though she were a manic fan girl at a concert.

"THANK YOU.. THANK YOU FOR... WATCHING ME!" Jasmine struggled to utter the words, but she tried her best to shout as loud as she could, as she waved towards god-knows who was watching from outside the window.

Jasmine ended "repetition one" by blowing a kiss at the window.

Xavier had ordered her to continue repeating the same amusing (for everyone but the poor blonde slave) performance over and over again - counting loudly before doing her 3 jumping jacks and shouting the humiliating words at the top of her voice.

"TWO!"

Jasmine blushed, wondering if anyone was looking at her doing the naked exercises from outside the window. It was bad enough that the carpet men could hear her screaming the derogatory words about herself!

Jasmine's big fake tits were heavy and flopped painfully as she hopped up and down. She assumed that Xavier would have left soon after watching her do a few reps and admiring her humiliating exercises. But it wasn't as though she could stop once he was gone anyway, since he had told her that he AND NICOLETTE would be watching.



By the time the obedient slave reached twenty, she could already feel droplets of sweat beginning to form on the nape of her neck.

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"ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE!"

"JASMINE!" Clap and spread.

"IS!" Slap and shut.

"A!" Clap.

"CHEATING!" Slap.

"WHORE!" Clap.

"THANK YOU FOR WATCHING ME!" the naked big-titted slut shouted at the window in the empty room, the blindfold still preventing her from seeing whether anyone was actually watching her.



Jasmine was drenched in sweat by now. She could feel strands of her luscious curls sticking to her face and the back of her neck even though she had tied her hair into a tight bun earlier on Xavier's orders.

She had no idea when Xavier would come back. All he had said was that she was to start her humiliating exercises when her firm ass was spanked, then he had slipped on the blindfold and stuffed her ears full. Unable to hear or see, she had felt the spank come soon after.

The problem was that she could only stop, per his orders, when she was spanked again.

It had been more than 30 minutes, Jasmine estimated, but the poor bitch had no choice but to continue doing the amusing exercises.

For the once-proud woman, being kept in the lurch was always a blow to her deflated ego. It made Jasmine feel as though her time and feelings were not worth anything, and, worse still, being naked and fuckable-on-demand was not enough to make herself anyone's priority. With wobbly legs, the blonde bimbo gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep going, wondering if the carpet men were still in the room.

She certainly hoped that the second spank would be coming soon.

"THREE HUNDRED.." Jasmine panted, "AND SIXTY-NINE!"

"JASMINE!" Clap.

"IS!" Slap.

She had to pause because her calves were aching so badly.

"A!" Clap.

"CHEATING!" Slap.

"WHORE!" Clap.

It was torture. To stand there with her legs spread wide made things worse because she was off-balance and exhausted. Jasmine hated her big silicone tits, which inevitably gave her additional weight to handle, even more at this moment than during tiring cockrides.

"THANK YOU.. FOR WATCHING ME!"

And then - "PIAK" - Jasmine felt a hard spank on her tight and sore ass.

"OH!" she exclaimed, hurriedly removing the sleep mask and earplugs.

As her eyes got adjusted to the light, Jasmine was relieved to finally be able to stop her stupid exercises, but she was also a little worried, wondering who it could be.

Her relief turned to slight irritation when she realized that it was Jim who had spanked her as though she was a naughty child.

"You're welcome, you cheap slut. I certainly enjoyed the view." Jim laughed. He wasn't in his hotel room attendant uniform any longer, and was instead casually dressed.

"Oh.. Jim.. I thought.." Jasmine began, panting.

Jasmine hunched over, exhausted. Sweat dripped off her succulent curves, emphasizing her nice all-over tan.



"Yeah, your master.. Or boss.. Or whatever.. He's busy so he told me to tell you what you have to do, after I fuck you.." Jim said.

"Wow," Jasmine thought, "Fucking me is just as normal as having a meal, apparently.."

But the naked Jasmine was too tired and humiliated to respond.

"First things first. Favourite position!" Jim said happily, "Oh yeah, he told me about that too."

Sighing, Jasmine slowly forced herself upright. Her arms and legs were still trembling from the exhaustion, but she tried her best to assume the erotic and exposed position.



Suddenly, Jim leaned over and licked the side of her face.

"Urrgh!" disgusted, Jasmine instinctively backed away.

"You get the fuck back here now, whore!" Jim ordered.

"Please, it's disgusting. What are you doing? Just.. Just.. Fuck.. Fuck me?" Jasmine said with a frown, but walked slowly back towards him.

"You know what I always fantasized about, seeing you in those tight yoga pants.. I always wanted to strip you naked after your session, lick you all over, then have you ride my cock like the sweaty whore you are.." Jim said.

Jasmine winced as he knelt down and gave her a full lick on her sweat-covered pussy. But then her young neighbour suddenly stood up again.



"Ah, fucking tasty.. But before I get too distracted by your dumb slut body.." he reached into his back pocket and handed her a small card with an address stated on it, "Mr Xavier says that, after I fuck you, you are to get to this address."

"And because I'm nice, I googled it for you. It's a tattoo parlour in Chi-town. You can probably get there on foot in about an hour and a half, maybe an hour if you hurry. Do have fun walking there after we're done fucking!" Jim continued, barely able to contain his excitement.

"But.. I have no clothes.. I can't walk there.. Naked?" Jasmine whispered, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious of her nudity, and it took all of her willpower to remain in her favourite position.



"Well, not my problem. Ok, get your slut cunt on the bed!" Jim was obviously enjoying toying with the young woman.

"Jim, please help me. I can't walk there naked. So many people will be getting off work. It's an hour and a half in broad daylight! Please, my body.." Jasmine begged.

"Oh yes, he also told me that you have to bring the vase. The one with the flowers; your souvenir." Jim continued, "And that's all you're allowed to bring. So.. You can use the water to block your body, I guess?"

The butt-naked Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees. "Please, Jim. I'll suck your cock. I'll fuck.. Fuck you like a slut in heat. I'll ride you and get all sweaty. And.. And.. I'll let you lick me all over. Please, I don't want to walk naked through the city all the way to Chinatown.. It's too far.."



"Hmm.." Jim pretended to mull over what the hapless slave was saying, "I'll be fucking you regardless. And you have to fuck me the way I want anyway. Which means.. There's nothing much in it for me.."

Jasmine began sobbing.

Jim chuckled as his eyes roamed over the Jasmine's evenly tanned smooth skin.

"Well, there is something, I guess. How about.. I give you two choices?" he said.

Jasmine's ears perked up. "YES. PLEASE. ANYTHING!" she replied.

"So you can either walk naked to the shop.. Honestly, I think you should be able to get there in slightly less than an hour if you run all the way. What a sight that would be, huh? A bare-assed slut in public with huge tits and firm ass, sprinting as she normally does for a hard cock.." Jim said with a wink.

"No.. Please.." Jasmine begged.

"Or.. every single time you come over for yoga, you will come over completely naked! All you will have with you is the key to your house, which you will store in that moist flowerpot cunt. But no clothes, no shoes, nothing. You will leave your house naked and walk to ours." Jim almost couldn't control his laughter.

"Jim, please.. No.." Jasmine was horrified.

"Come on, why so down? I mean, you could walk over from the back, I guess." he sniggered, "It'll be a nice walk, plenty of natural breeze, maybe you'll bump into some of our neighbours.. You could say hi.. Make small talk.."

"Oh no.." Jasmine was lost for words.

"So go on, whore. Choose! I'm hard and I want to get inside that tight wet pussy. Either I'll fuck you and then when I'm done, you'll walk naked to the tattoo parlour. Or, I'll fuck you and then drive you over but you gotta leave your house naked when you come for yoga every week!" Jim was clearly enjoying himself.



Jasmine would have never in a million years have considered the idea of walking naked to Tammy's home, but she was doing so now. The other option was more than an hour of public nudity, and she had to get from the hotel, which was right in the downtown core, all the way to Chinatown! She could not possibly walk through town naked in the midday.

Jim was already stripping off his clothes. "If you've not chosen by the time I've got my clothes off, we're fucking, and then you're walking naked to Chi-town." he said.

"Ok.. ok.." Jasmine said, tearing, "I'll walk over naked every Sunday.. And then.. I'll do yoga with no clothes.. Please drive me to Chinatown, Jim.. It's all the way across the city.. "

"Alright then, a wise choice, my dear whore." Jim was already lying on the bed, his stiff and erect cock pointing proudly towards the ceiling.

Of course, this meant that Jasmine was given no time to get herself mentally prepared for the fact that she would have to walk completely nude through her neighbourhood every Sunday from now on. It only served to further reinforce how unimportant and worthless the naked Jasmine's feelings were and how far she had fallen.



"Now, your master tells me you're an expert at reverse cowgirl cockriding? Apparently, it's a crucial part of your workout to keep you in fuckable condition - I think those were his exact words?" he said with a grin, "But I want you cowgirl. I want to pinch those hard nipples and squeeze those huge tits as you ride me."

Naturally, there was no rest for a cheap slut. The fact that her calves were aching was irrelevant, as Jim required her expert services.



Jim signalled to her casually, with a "Chop-chop! Get your fucking cunt on me, you cheap whore."

Sighing, Jasmine jiggled her busty and sweaty curves as she walked over like a slut in heat.

Her gym sessions had taught her well as far as being a salacious cockrider was concerned. Jasmine straddled her young neighbour as she had countless strangers in the gym - but since he had demanded the cowgirl position, she faced him rather than away from him as she would have normally done for her "No-Hands Cowgirl Workout" - sliding his rock hard dick all the way deep inside her sopping wet cunt.

Nicolette had given her a few orders in order to tweak her technique, so that the lucky guy would get the most out of the "full Jasmine experience" - as the evil witch had called it. Jasmine always hated it when Nicolette described her as though she was a mere object, and her tormentor knew it.

Jasmine grasped tightly on to her platinum black bun and raised herself off Jim's cock slowly. A soft moan escaped her lips unintentionally.



Still holding on to her bun, as she would during the entirety of the cockride, Jasmine parted her legs wide. Her heels would be the closest to Jim's body, and her toes were to be angled away from and almost perpendicular to his hips.

Jasmine always cursed the witch's inventiveness. Placing her feet beside her partner's thighs with her toes angled along the same line would allow the slut to cockride in a more "conservative" manner because she would not have to spread her inner pink lips that wide.

But Nicolette did not allow such luxury for her, and Jasmine's shaved pussy was to be spread wide invitingly for whoever cared to look. She wanted Jasmine to be completely exposed to the watching crowd in the changing room of the gym whenever her Jasmine slave engaged in her rambunctious adultery. And, complete exposure naturally included as much of the hapless slut's pussy!

As the whorish Jasmine was to keep her hands on her bun at all times, this caused her huge fake 36Fs to be thrust out for ease of pinching or kneading - it was as though they were begging the owner of the hard cock that the slut was riding to squeeze them.

Jasmine began to slide her smooth and well-lubricated slit up and down Jim's dick.

The other "tip" - also mandatory, of course - that Nicolette had given her slave was that she was not to bump her hairless cunt too hard against her partner's groin. Nicolette had snidely shared her reasons for this with her slut one day. First, she did not want Jasmine's clit to receive too much direct stimulation as she wanted the blonde to stay horny and needy. Jasmine's slutty cunt was still aroused, as it always was, but Nicolette did not want her to enjoy the cockriding experience too much. Secondly, she wanted Jasmine to do all the work, so the poor sextoy was not to rely on any sort of momentum to thrust herself up. That job was only for the tanned Jasmine's toned calves.

This meant that Jasmine had to slow down towards the end of each of her "downward slides", causing her inner muscles to squeeze softly around her partner's hard shaft, as though she was egging his seed out of his balls.

This, more importantly, also meant that the cockride was extremely tiring for the poor Jasmine, as she could not simply fall back onto the lucky guy and pretend to rest by sitting on his cock or sluttily grinding her clit against his groin. The moment her sopping wet pussylips touched the end of his shaft, she was to push herself off using only her legs, since her hands were still to be gripping onto her bun, and continue her energetic movements as though the only thing her wetdream of a body was good for was obscene cockriding.

A wave of shame washed over the completely debased and naked slave as she remembered that she wasn't in control of her life anymore - even the way that she was to ride cocks was for her tormentors to decide, according to what amused or pleased them most.



The room was soon filled with the evenly tanned busty slut's moaning and Jim's satisfied grunts as Jasmine's juicy bald cunt continuously made quick and erotic "Schlupp" noises. It was as though the slave bimbo was rewarding him with the expert cockride for participating in her humiliation.

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Chapter 10: Decorated!

Jasmine sobbed as her eyes roamed over the pathetic reflection staring miserably back at her in the full body mirror.

It was past one in the morning, and she certainly hoped Owen was already asleep upstairs. She would have had a lot of explaining to do, and the completely naked slut was at a loss as to what excuse she could come up with this time.





A FEW HOURS EARLIER..

After enjoying the "full Jasmine experience" and spurting his warm seed deep into her well-fucked cunt, Jim began to get dressed, laughing at the sight of the panting young wife. Unfortunately, for that particular sweaty and sticky slut, Jim then ordered her not to clean her juicy slit.

"I want you to feel my cum inside you all the way there, you dirty whore!" he chuckled.

The tanned Jasmine lay down on the bed, exhausted from the afternoon's jumping jacks but especially due to her most recent energetic cockride.



Jasmine was relieved that her naked and barefoot form would not be exposed to the busy city for a full hour and a half since Jim had "kindly" agreed to give her a lift to the tattoo parlour. She absent-mindedly dragged her fingers over her hairless pussy, frowning slightly when they made contact with the sticky mixture of fresh male and female cum leaking out from her adulterous cunt.

"Oh, come on, stop being a fucking horny bitch. I just fucked you and you're already playing with yourself?" Jim laughed.

Blushing, Jasmine wiped her fingers on the insides of her smooth thighs, still shiny with sweat from the variety of strenuous exercises she had just endured - not least the one involving her deliciously pink inner pussy muscles.

"Get me a cup of coffee!" Jim ordered.

Jasmine sighed. She didn't want to upset Jim, lest he change his mind and left her to walk naked through town!

So, even though she was extremely tired from the day's exertions, the naked slave got herself to her feet, subserviently replying, "Yes, sir."

Jim admired the sight of the tight curvy ass jiggling, as Jasmine obediently fixed him a warm cup of coffee from the machine at the minibar. He would never have imagined that he would have seen his beautiful young neighbour naked, let alone get to perform a thorough examination of her slutty body using his hands and cock! But that was exactly what had happened today. Jim thanked his lucky stars that he had been working today, and had been summoned to the suite at just the right time to witness Jasmine's humiliation.

He could barely wait for her very first yoga session, a smile inevitably crossing his face at the thought of the busty Jasmine introducing their neighbours to her naked delights.

After finishing his coffee, Jim turned to the adulterous whore, "I'll pick you up from the service entrance. Do you know where that is?"

Jasmine blushed, remembering that, that was where Bobby and Mike first had the pleasure of seeing her completely nude and exposed - big tits, bald twat and all.

She nodded and replied, "Yes, sir.."

"Good. And don't forget to take your vase. It's got your ring inside too, isn't it?" Jim continued.

"Yes, sir." Jasmine chirped.

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her as she glanced at the purple roses that had, just a few hours ago, been snugly inside her once-private snatch.

"When you wait for me, hold the vase behind you! Oh, and I want you to do a creampie. You should know what that is, don't you?" Jim winked at her.

"Yes.. Yes, sir.." the mortified Jasmine replied.

So, a few minutes later, the middle-aged man sitting near the counter of the service elevator in the basement (who had earlier in the day instructed Bobby to log his deliverables in the small notebook - including one extremely embarrassed and bare-assed big titted wanton slut) was treated to a majestic but amusing sight.



The completely naked Jasmine had first sat her curvy butt on the ground and held on tightly to the vase of roses behind her.

She was unsure if Jim had wanted her to do the creampie standing, but the immoral slut figured that he would be happier if she was more exposed. And, the subservient bimbo was aware that the best way to ensure complete exposure of her needy cunt - while she used her inner fuckhole muscles to squeeze out the evidence of her most recent act of adultery - was to be seated and spread wide like a horny skank. Thus, Jasmine had then spread her legs extremely wide in the air, directing her shaved pussy towards the main entrance of the service carpark.

Of course, the busty bombshell was extremely humiliated. She didn't know what the man must think of her, but it couldn't be anything good. After all, only the cheapest of whores would sit down in the middle of the carpark and show off their completely naked body and bald cunt in that wanton manner, practically begging for the attention of whoever cared to look!

Jim's loud announcement to the carpark a few minutes later had brought an even redder blush to her beautiful features.

"FUCKING DIRTY SLUT, GET IN THE TRUNK. I DON'T WANT YOUR JUICES ON MY LEATHER!" he had shouted gleefully.

The embarrassed naked Jasmine, fully aware of the mixture of spunk visibly oozing out of her juicy slit like a tasty lava cake, had hurriedly stopped posing in the lewd position.



She had actually felt somewhat thankful as she squeezed her worthless naked body into the trunk obediently, as she was aware that Jim would not be able to humiliate her further along the way.

Then, about ten uneventful minutes later, Jasmine, who was already breaking out in fresh sweat from being in the extremely uncomfortable and musty trunk, felt the lid pop open.

"Ok, get out. I'm in a bit of a hurry." Jim grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the trunk.

He handed her her "favourite vase".

Jasmine took a quick look around.

She was in the back alley, and she could see two homeless-looking men in ragged clothing slightly more than 10 feet away. They had already noticed her naked body and were craning their necks to take a good at her!

Feeling conscious, Jasmine tried to use the vase to cover as much of her shaved pussy as possible, gripping it with both hands and resorting to using her elbows to shield her evenly tanned fun bags at the same time.



Of course, she failed comically, and the naked Jasmine's young neighbour and most recent fuck buddy chuckled at her pathetic attempts at modesty.

"Ah, I forgot. There was another card from earlier. From Mr Xavier. Ok, got to go. I'll see you.. And maybe use you, on Sunday!" Jim tossed the small card unceremoniously at the hapless nude woman.

Re: (Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy
 

'Tap-tap-tap'

Robbie glanced up from the 3-D render that he had been working on for a long-time friend. There was someone knocking on the back door of his shop.

"It's open!" he said.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then, 'tap-tap-tap' - the soft knocking on the door continued.

Frowning, Robbie looked at his watch.

"It's open! Just come on in!" he hollered.

'Tap-tap-tap'. For some reason, the person outside continued knocking instead of simply entering.

Slightly irritated, Robbie got up and walked over to the back door.

"Who's this dumb wanker.." he muttered to himself under his breath.

The first thing that Robbie noticed when he opened the back door, a faint tinge of annoyance still on his face, were the two beautiful firm tits and perky nipples thrust proudly out towards him.



"Wha.." the tattoo artist began, before trailing off.

His eyes roamed over the smooth skin of the sexy naked woman.

"Wow, there are no tanlines on her at all." he thought, eyes zooming in on the shaved pussy exposed between her widely parted thighs.

Illuminated under the glow of his neon signboard, Robbie admired the sight of Jasmine's taut and hairless body.

Her luscious platinum hair was tied into a bun and she stood upright, thrusting her huge melons out at him and emphasizing her nudity even more. It was as though the big titted slut standing in front of his shop did not have a single care about having her naked body seen - she was standing with her arms behind her head and her legs spread very wide!

"What.. Is going on?" Robbie found his voice again.

Even though the curvy bombshell was standing tall and proud like an experienced nudist who had no qualms about showing off her nude form to the public eye, he noticed a hot blush spreading over her beautiful features as she began speaking.

"Hi, sir.." Jasmine said, trying her best to put on a naughty girl smile despite her obvious embarrassment.

"Delivery for Mistress.. Mistress Nicolette, sir.." impotent anger welled up inside the poor Jasmine as she was forced to refer to her chief tormentor respectfully, as if the cruel woman was her OWNER.

"One completely naked exhibitionist.. Slut.. With big fake.. Fake.. Fake tits and.. A.. Wet.. Wet bald.. Cunt.." Jasmine choked as she uttered the self-deprecating words.

"For.. Mistress Nicolette, sir.." Jasmine continued.



But the worst part was still to come, Jasmine knew. She was merely carrying out the orders that had been written on the small card that Jim had thrown at her, after all.

The mortified skank wasn't sure whose idea it had been - Xavier and Nicolette seemed equally devious; but if she had had to guess, her money would have been on the latter. Nicolette never seemed to run out of ways to humiliate her naked slave, not least by making her behave like a wanton adulterous slut in front of random strangers.

"Please.. Please.. Accept receipt by touching.. Touching.. This worthless.. Marr.. Married.. Whore's.. Clit.. Sir.." Jasmine's voice was barely audible now.

Robbie watched open-mouthed at Jasmine's amusing performance, his eyes fixated on her pink nether lips, visibly parted between her toned thighs.

"Uh.. Yes." he said after what seemed like a minute, "Yes, Nicolette told me you would be coming. Jizzmine.. Right?"

Robbie chuckled as he caught sight of a dirty homeless man in the background, craning his neck to get a good look at the saucy exhibitionist's tanned back and tight ass. He wondered if the naked woman knew that her bare body was being gawked at (by someone other than himself, of course).

"Come on in, unless you like showing off your body to the public so much." Robbie smiled at Jasmine.

He noticed a small vase with purple flowers in them placed beside the naked woman's feet. Robbie noted that the vase was placed far away enough; it was as though the experienced tart wanted to ensure that her sexy legs, parted almost two feet wide, would be fully visible for his viewing pleasure!

But Jasmine did not move.

"Please accept receipt.. by touching.. This worthless married.. Married whore's clit.. Sir.." the extremely degraded Jasmine repeated.

"Oh!" Robbie caught on, and grinned wide.

Jasmine felt truly worthless now. Not only was she brazenly exhibiting her naked body in public, but she was also begging a stranger to touch her on the most intimate area of her bald pussy like a brainless subservient sextoy. And all because one or more of her tormentors felt it would be amusing!

It was certainly hilarious, except for the naked and barefoot woman.

"Hmm. And if I don't?" the tattoo artist asked snidely, observing the homeless man in the background moving towards the poor Jasmine's naked body.

"Please, sir.. If you don't.. Then I have to stand here.. For.. Forever.." Jasmine wasn't sure what to say.

She could hear footsteps from behind her and she wanted to get into the shop as soon as she could.

"Ok then. Bye!" Laughing, Robbie began to shut the door.

Jasmine's eyes widened in horror.

"Ok, ok, I'm just messing with you. Nicolette did say you're a dumb one.." Robbie winked.



He reached towards the sexy Jasmine's obscenely parted thighs and flicked her engorged clit hard.

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