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Authors: K.C. Silkwood

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“Here’s your question,” Greta said. “Would
you rather pay a delivery man in your underwear, or have Rosa pay a
delivery man in the nude?”

“Wait,” Rosa said. “She gets to put her
underwear back on? I thought—”

“Forget it,” Lacy said. “You’re doing it
instead.”

“Come on, Lacy!”

“I’m not going to be the only one who gets
humiliated! Greta, I choose for Rosa to do it.”

“You bitch!”

“Come now, dear. Those are the rules of the
game,” Greta said as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
“Yes, good evening. I need one large pizza with everything.” She
read out the address then hung up. “They’re always very prompt,”
she told Rosa. “So you might as well undress while we wait.”

Grumbling and shaking her head, Rosa stood up
and took off her blouse then stepped out of her skirt. She wore a
red bra to match her thong, and she cursed under her breath as she
took those off as well. Her breasts were larger than any of the
other girls, and her pussy was completely shaved. She handed the
clothes to Greta in a messy wad then sat down hard on the couch
with her arms crossed over her chest.

The doorbell rang 15 minutes later. As the
three other girls watched from a doorway on the other side of the
room, Greta and Rosa walked to the front door and opened it. The
delivery man looked like a college kid, 20 or 21 at the most. He
nearly dropped the pizza when he saw Rosa standing there naked with
a $20 bill in one hand.

“Good evening!” Greta said. “Rosa, please pay
the man.” The boy took the money with a blank look on his face, his
eyes crawling up and down the naked Latin beauty. “She’s lovely,
isn’t she?” Greta continued. “You may touch her if you like.
Consider that your tip.”

The boy looked at Greta. “Really?” He handed
her the pizza then reached for Rosa, who tried to back away, but
Greta placed her free hand against Rosa’s spine to keep her in
place. “Your ring was the most expensive of them all,” she mumbled
into the other woman’s ear. “It would be a shame if I got to keep
it.”

Rosa bit her lip and stood still as the
delivery man fondled her big, soft tits. Then his hand trailed down
her stomach to her bald pussy, and he slid a finger between her
legs. Rosa blushed furiously, but she also found herself growing
wet down there. The boy slid his index finger inside her, moving it
in and out. Rosa breathed harder, her eyes on the floor.

“I believe that’s enough!” Greta announced.
“Thank you so much, young man.”

The boy turned and left with a glazed look on
his face, wondering if he had just dreamed the encounter.

Greta took the pizza to the kitchen then led
the group back to the living room. “Perhaps we’ll eat that later,”
she told them. “But I hate to interrupt the game, so let’s
continue, shall we?”

Rosa was still flushed and breathing hard as
she flicked the spinner. It landed on 2 for Jan.

“Oh, this is a fun one,” Greta commented as
she read the pink card. “Rosa, would you rather send a nude photo
of yourself to one of your friends, or have Jan post a nude photo
of herself on Facebook?”

Rosa chuckled. “Looks like we’ll
all
be buck naked now, girlfriend.” She waved a hand at Jan. “Come on,
get ‘em off. Time for a little social networking.”

Jan was too stunned to move. Her eyes were
wide as saucers and her mouth hung open. “No. I can’t. Do you know
how many friends I have on there? Over a thousand!”

“Rosa, please,” Jennifer begged. “Don’t make
her do this.”

“Don’t be such a sissy. They don’t allow nude
pics anyway, so they’ll take it down a soon as somebody complains
about it.”

“And how long will that take?” cried Jan.
“And how many people will see it before then? A hundred? Two
hundred? More?”

Greta smiled. “Again, chance and fate both
play a major role. Will hundreds of people see the photo, or only a
few? There’s no way to predict. Now please undress, dear. We’ll use
my cell phone.”

Trembling, Jan stood up and slid her denim
skirt to the ground. Then she took off her bra and panties,
glancing nervously at the other women the entire time. Her breasts
were small and firm, her hips narrow. She kept both hands clamped
over her full brown bush as she stood there waiting.

“Now, now,” Greta chided as she held up her
phone. “Let’s move those hands, shall we? In fact, put them behind
your back. We don’t want to cheat the audience. Yes, that’s
perfect. Now smile.”

There was no way Jan could pretend to look
happy, but she did stand motionless while Greta took her picture.
“Oh, that’s nice! You look very pretty, dear.” She handed the phone
to Jan. “Now, please sign in to your account. I would ask for your
password, but I hate to violate a woman’s privacy.”

Greta giggled at her own joke as Jan took the
phone and logged in. Then she handed it back to the older woman,
who fiddled with it for a moment than declared, “Done! Now let’s
see how many of your friends get an unexpected surprise before the
photo is removed. Isn’t this exciting?”

Jan sat down again. All four women were now
completely nude and humiliated, their faces blank as they stared at
the floor.

“I believe you could all use a refill,” Greta
remarked, reaching for the wine bottle. “The final round is far
more challenging than the first two. It helps to be as relaxed as
possible.”

 

* * *

 

Once again, Jennifer went first. She spun a
2, meaning her sister Jan was her co-player. Greta took a pink card
from the stack, read it, then reached into her sample bag of sex
toys. “Now you’ll get to see some of my products in action,” she
said, holding up a small whip with a dozen foot-long leather
tassels on the end. “Tell me, Jennifer; would you rather receive 10
lashes with this, or have Jan receive 20 lashes?”

Jennifer’s eyes opened wide. She looked at
Jan, then turned to Greta again. “Where? I mean, on what part of
me?”

“I’ve found the bare bottom to be the perfect
spot.”

Jennifer swallowed hard. “Do it to me,
then.”

Jan put a hand on her sister’s knee. “It’s
okay, you don’t have to.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Jennifer—”

“I
said
I’ll be fine.” The yoga
instructor stood up, turned around, then bent over so her naked ass
was facing the group. She grabbed the back of the sofa with both
hands, her tits hanging down from her body. “I’m ready. Just get it
over with.”

“Of course,” Greta said, then held the whip
out to Rosa. “My dear, would you do the honors?”

Rosa grinned. “My pleasure!” She took the
whip and smacked Jennifer hard across the ass. The other girl cried
out as the tough lashes stung her naked backside, but she gritted
her teeth and stood as still as a statue. Rosa brought the whip
down again and again, ten times in all, and by the time she was
finished, Jennifer’s ass was bright red. Rosa handed the whip back
to Greta as Jennifer sat down again. The yoga instructor winced in
pain when her sore ass touched the sofa, but she managed to fight
back the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“You didn’t have to hit her so hard,” Jan
spat at Rosa.

“It’s all part of the game,” the other girl
said with a smirk.

Jan spun next, and she nearly jumped for joy
when the spinner landed on 4. Her co-player would be Rosa.

“Wonderful!” Greta declared after she read
the pink card. “You’ll get to test another item from our
catalogue.” She reached into one of the duffle bags and pulled out
two floppy rubber dildos. One was six inches long and bright blue.
The other was nine inches long and bright yellow. “Now Jan, would
you rather take this one in your ass,”—she held up the blue
dildo—“or have Rosa take
this
one in
her
ass?” She
held up the longer yellow one and wiggled it.

The expression on sweet, young Jan’s face was
as close to wicked as her sister had ever seen. “Rosa gets the
yellow one,” she declared.

The Latin beauty held up both hands. “That’s
it. You bitches are
crazy!
All of you!”

“This will probably be easier if you get down
on all fours,” Greta advised as she squirted the yellow dildo with
lubricant.

“Didn’t you hear me? You’re all crazy!”

“What’s wrong, Rosa?” Jennifer asked. “When
you were flirting with my husband, you told him you
like
to
take it up the ass.”

Rosa glared at the yoga instructor. “Maybe I
did. Maybe I
do
. But not like this…not with one of
those,
” she said, pointing at the yellow dildo.

“Hands and knees, dear,” Greta said. “I
simply
hate
to delay the game.”

Rosa stared at the floor, biting her lip and
fidgeting.

“Or get dressed and leave, but without your
wedding ring,” Greta continued. “The choice is yours.”

Rosa let out a ragged sigh. “Fine,” she
muttered. She moved away from the sofas and got down on all fours
beside the glass coffee table. “Just go easy with that thing,
okay?” she told Greta.

“Oh, it won’t be me,” Greta said. “Jennifer,
do you mind?”

“Not at all,” the yoga instructor replied.
She took the device from Greta’s hand then knelt down beside Rosa,
wincing because her ass still burned from her whipping. Without a
pause, she crammed the tip of the dildo against Rosa’s asshole and
started pushing. “Ow!” Rosa yelled. “Not so rough!” But Jennifer
ignored the Latin beauty, who shuddered and shook as the yoga
instructor forced another inch of the dildo up her rectum. Rosa’s
teeth were gritted, and her big tits jiggled as they hung down from
her body. Jennifer kept pushing and pushing, the slippery object
disappearing up Rosa’s ass a little at a time. When over half of it
was inside her, the dildo seemed to get stuck. Jennifer pushed with
all her might—which caused Rosa to yell at the top of her lungs—but
no more would go in.

“Stop it!” Rosa grunted. “It won’t go any
further!”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jennifer agreed. She
grabbed the dildo and gave it a hard twist, causing Rosa to holler
again.

“I believe that’s enough. Would you be so
kind?” Greta asked. She held a black cloth in both hands. “I’ll
need to clean that up before it’s used again.”

“No problem.” Jennifer gripped the end of the
dildo tightly and yanked it out of Rosa’s ass. The Latin beauty
gasped in shock and fell flat on her face, breathing hard. She
reached back to rub her sore ass, moaning, then finally sat up
again. She was still panting, her eyes glazed from both the wine
and the adrenaline. “You’re dead meat,” she told Jennifer. “I will
never
forget this.”

“Me, neither,” Jennifer said with a grin. “I
wish I could’ve taken pictures.”

“Let’s dispense with the melodrama, girls,”
Greta said as she wrapped the dildo inside the black cloth then
returned it to the duffle bag. “Temper tantrums are so
unseemly.”

Rosa stood on shaky legs and walked back to
the couch, one hand clamped to her ass. Now both she and Jennifer
had a hard time sitting down as they waited for Lacy to take her
turn. Lacy spun a 2, for Jan. Greta smiled as she read the card.
“It looks like we’ll be using this little darling after all,” she
said, holding up the bright blue dildo. “Lacy, would you rather
masturbate in front of another woman, or have Jan masturbate in
front of the entire group?”

Lacy, still mad at Jan for making her walk
all the way to the mailbox naked, grabbed the blue dildo from Greta
and tossed it into Jan’s lap, where it landed with a fleshy
smack
. “There you go, Jan. Have a blast.” Jan picked the
wobbly object up with two fingers. “But…here? Now? In front of
everyone?

“That’s the idea,” Rosa said snidely.

Jan’s cheeks went bright red. “But how…I
don’t even…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never used one before,”
Lacy remarked.

“Just spread your legs and stick the damn
thing in,” Rosa said. “Or let me do it for you. I’d be happy
to.”

“No! Just…” Jan looked at her sister, but
Jennifer only shrugged then stared at the floor. With one last
nervous glance around the room, Jan slowly spread her legs. She
gripped the blue dildo by one end and lightly rubbed the head
against her pussy lips, surprised to find them already damp.

“Would you like a squirt of this, dear? Greta
asked, holding up the bottle of lubricant.

“Um…no,” Jan answered quietly. “I…I’m okay.”
The young girl looked down into her lap because she couldn’t bear
the pressure of the four other women staring at her. She eased the
dildo inside herself, slowly, slowly, until it was halfway buried
between her slick lips. Then she eased it back out, her movements
stiff and mechanical.
Maybe if I just pretend to have an orgasm,
I can get this over with quicker.

But as Jan manipulated the dildo, she
couldn’t fight the feelings of pleasure building up in her groin.
Maybe it was just the dire need to get rid of her stress, but the
rubber device actually felt fantastic as it slid in and out. Even
better than the one she kept at home, hidden in the bottom drawer
of her nightstand. Jan closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was
alone in her bedroom, tucked under the covers with all the lights
off. She worked the dildo faster and faster. The warm tingling
sensation grew stronger. She heard the sounds of bare flesh
shifting on the couch, then one of the girls snickered.
Probably
that bitch Rosa
. Jan ignored those sounds and concentrated on
the soft weight of the device in her hand.
In and out, in and
out
.

The young girl clenched her teeth. Her groin
was throbbing now, a divine pulse of pleasure, like a second
heartbeat. The tingle spread upward from her stomach to her
nipples. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Jan arched her back and
cried out as she pushed the dildo all the way inside herself. A
flood of ecstasy coursed through her body, soaring from her crotch
to the tips of her fingers and toes. She shuddered, gasping, as the
feelings of warm pleasure slowly ebbed away.

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