Chapter 4

SATURDAY

The day was nothing special, some of the clothes that I had ordered arrived and so did the jogging mask. I’d chosen a clown mask and yes I did look stupid in it but the point was that it would make the facial recognition software useless if some camera captured my image and the police got involved.

I tried my new clothes on and decided not to show daddy because all the skirts were longer at the back and at the front they barely, or didn’t at all cover my slit and clit, and I knew that daddy wouldn’t be happy about me going out like that.

True to his word, daddy did take me out for dinner. He took me to the same posh restaurant that we went to to celebrate my eighteenth birthday and I felt so different when I walked in. Gone was the girl wearing clothes that better suited a young teenage girl and in walked a young, confident woman wearing a black dress that wouldn’t look out of place on a top model, long with splits up the sides to my waist, backless with a front that barely covered my breasts; and it was see-through. At daddy’s request I’d worn makeup again but I’d told him that I wasn’t going to make a habit of wearing any, which he didn’t object to.

I spotted a few people looking at us as we walked in and I wondered if they thought that I was some sort of escort to the much older man whose arm I was holding on to. But I didn’t care, they were seeing me, more of me than the other women there were showing.

We had another excellent meal and I caught the waiters looking at my chest a couple of times, and when one of them didn’t look away when I caught him, I leaned back a little so that he could get a better view of my pointy little tits. I wanted to tweak my nipples for him but I didn’t, thinking that it would be just too obvious. Also, daddy might not have been too happy.

One of the topics of conversation was daddy’s summer party. This was usually held at the end of July but this year he was bringing it forward to the following weekend. He did explain why but I wasn’t really listening because I was thinking about the opportunities to show my naked body. What I did pick up on was that the arrangements were the same as previous years, marquee put up on the Friday and taken down on the Monday and the caterers arrive on the Saturday morning.

The big difference this year for me that is, was that I wasn’t going to hide away as soon as the guests started to arrive. This year I had decided that I was going to be seen. When I told daddy that I wasn’t going to hide away he was pleased but he also begged me not to cause him any embarrassment.

“Daddy,” I said, “I promise that I won’t go skinny dipping and I won’t go wandering around naked.”

“Good Isabella.”

“And I promise that I will wear a dress that is less see-through than this one is.”

“Thank you Isabella. A couple of my colleagues are, shall I say, traditionalists and may get a little upset if you display your best bits.”

“Daddy, are you saying that my ‘best bits’ are my breasts and my vulva?”

“No darling, that was a bad choice of words, not that those parts aren’t good parts, all of you, and your character are you best bits, you are an amazing package.”

“I’m not so sure that I like being compared to something that the mail man would deliver but I know what you mean, I’ll be on my best behaviour and if you point out the fuddy-duddies I’ll keep away from them.

The conversation changed topics to what I wanted to do with my life after college. I didn’t raise the possibility of me becoming a porn star.

I was reminded of how much I love my daddy that night, I knew that he wasn’t happy with me displaying my body like I was but he was being a brilliant father by supporting me doing what I wanted.

When we got home and I put some coffee on then went and hung up my dress. Back in the kitchen we sat at the table to drink our coffee. When I sat on my usual chair I looked at the seat and was disappointed that my dildo wasn’t stuck to the middle.

That night I slept the same as the previous night which has now become my norm.

SUNDAY

It was actually a very uneventful day but I did spend a few houses sunbathing and I was happy that my white bits were starting to get less obvious.

MONDAY

Daddy left very early whilst I was still asleep but I vaguely remember being half awake as he leant over me and kissed my forehead. When I did wake up and vaguely remembered that I wondered if he had a good look at my naked body.

I gave the delivery guy a nice surprise when he delivered the rest of the things that I’d ordered online then in the afternoon I walked to the beach then along it to the rocks wearing just a cover up where I did some nude sunbathing. Unfortunately no fisherman walked by and I had a quiet time.

TUESDAY 3 a.m.

Another nude jogging session but this time I wore my new clown mask and two hair bands, one to tie my hair into a ponytail and the other round my left wrist holding a five pound note firmly in place.

The route that I chose went passed a few houses that had presence detector sensors linked to lights and maybe cameras but this time I didn’t run down the middle of the street. If my image got captured by any cameras the mask would have hidden my identity, but I still avoided the council cameras.

One drunk man got shocked by the mask and I wondered if he was one of the people who has a clown phobia because he genuinely looked shocked, but I kept running.

When I approached the petrol station I was pleased to see that there was a young man sat at the counter, and like the last time he had his head down and looked to be asleep. That was confirmed when I opened the door, a bell rung and the young man jumped up.

He wasn’t the only one that got a shock, I saw that it was Zack Turnbull who had been in my class at school. I looked at him and he looked at me in all my naked glory.

“Hi,” I finally said, “bottles of water?”

“What? Oh err, over there.” Zack replied as he pointed to a shelf.

“Just out jogging and I needed a drink.” I said as I went to the shelf which just happened to be a low one.

As I got to the shelf my naughty side kicked in and I bent at the waist with my feet well apart. For some reason I took ages to decide which of the identical small bottles of water I wanted but I finally picked one up and slowly walked back to the counter with Zack still staring at my naked front.

As I put the bottle on the counter and retrieved the five pound note Zack just stared for ages and I felt that all too nice tingling in my nipples and clit and I felt my pussy get wet.

It seemed like hours before Zack finally said,

“I know you don’t I?”

“Yes Zack.”

“Isabella Walker.”

“Yes Zack, how did you recognise me with this mask on.”

“Those tits and that clit, not many girls have tits like little traffic cones and a clit that sticks out like yours does, and I’ve seen you naked, or virtually naked twice before, remember?”

“Okay you got me Zack.”

“So what’s with all this naked stuff, and naked in public as well?”

“It is the middle of the night Zack.”

“But you came in here, did you know that I worked nights here?”

“No I didn’t know it was you Zack.”

“So why?”

“I just like being seen naked.”

“I sort of gathered that Isabella. Jeez, you’re so different from when you were at school.”

As my identity had been discovered I started to take the mask off.

“No, leave it on Isabella, there’s a camera behind me, no audio so the boss can’t hear what’s being said but if he reviews the files he’ll see you, but I guess that that’s what you want, you’re some sort of exhibitionist aren’t you?”

“I guess that I am.”

“You should come to the Bald Cat on a Sunday night, darts night in the back room, the guys there would love to have a naked girl playing, especially a girl with a hot body like yours.”

“I might just do that Zack, so do the cameras cover all the shop and the forecourt?”

“They do, but not round the back.”

“Hmm, I might just have to go round there one night. Can you write your mobile number on me so that I can phone you to warn you that I’ll be there?”

I stepped forward and Zack wrote his number on my left tit. When he was finished he tweaked my nipple causing me to moan.

Shortly after that I left and headed for home, satisfied that another man had had a good look at my naked body. As I ran I thought about the Bald Cat pub. The thought of being in a pub naked with lots of men looking at me appealed to me so I decided that I was going to go there one Sunday evening. On the way home I saw a builder’s van heading towards me and I decided to let the, presumably, men in it see me so I moved from the pavement to the road and I waved at them as they got close. I was rewarded by their horn beeping at me.

I woke up again just before 10 a.m. to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Then I ran downstairs and opened the door to the smiling postman who gave me a package. When I thanked him he replied saying that it was always a pleasure delivering things for me.

“You can take a selfie of you delivering it to me if you like.” I replied.

So he did, and as he thanked me he told me that if he showed it to his colleagues there would be a battle to see who delivered this round.

The package was the movement activated webcam that I had ordered and I rushed to get it setup so that I could go to sleep with it between my legs to see if I play with my pussy when I’m asleep. I also tested it by laying on my bed with the camera in place and my head propped up on pillows so that I could check that the recording light came one when my hand went to my pussy.

It did and I couldn’t resist rubbing my clit to make me cum so that I captured my first orgasm on camera. Then I checked my laptop to make sure that the video had been stored. It had and I watched myself, well my pussy, as my fingers rubbed my clit then my orgasm. I was surprised to see that my pussy was doing Kegel exercises all the time that I was cumming.

I then switched everything off and had some breakfast before getting ready to go to see this Ben guy. I’d watched a few of these ‘casting’ videos so I was expecting Ben to ask me lots of questions then get me to take my clothes off before he fucked me. I was looking forward to that but I wanted to do a bit of a strip when I took my dress off so I decided to wear the bra and G-string set of underwear that has no fabric between the frilly, elastic strings. With a see-through dress over them at first glance it would look like I had normal underwear on under the dress and I wondered how long it would take this Ben to realise that my tits and pussy weren’t actually covered by my underwear.

It took me going on for an hour to get to Ben’s house which was nearly as big as daddy’s house but it was overlooked by a couple of houses at the back.

I’ll admit that I was nervous when I got out of my car and walked to the front door, but I was also very excited which was evident by my rock hard nipples and leaking pussy.

Ben led me through to his conservatory where he introduced me to Tom, his cameraman. I was a little surprised by a third person being there as I’d never seen a cameraman on the videos that I’d watched. My surprise must have shown and Ben asked me if it was a problem.

“No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.”

The next fifteen or twenty minutes was spent exactly as I had expected with me sitting on a sofa opposite Ben with Tom moving around videoing me from all angles. At one point I realised that Tom had the camera pointing at my uncrossed legs so I spread them wide for a couple of seconds whilst I was answering one of Ben’s questions.

“That’s an interesting pair of knickers that you’ve got on Isabella.” Ben said when I stopped answering his last question.

“Like them do you Ben?”

“I do, and I guess that now would be a good time to ask you to take that dress off. Slowly please Isabella.”

I stood up and did as requested, then I did a slow 360 to let Ben and the camera get a good look at me.

“Very nice,” Ben said, “I like the underwear Isabella, all girls should wear underwear like that.”

“Yes. I like it too, I’ve got some bikinis like this as well.”

“I bet that you’re a hit on the beach.”

“I haven’t really had the chance to wear then on a beach yet, but it’s definitely a ‘yet’.”

“I love the tits and clit. I could see them through the dress but seeing them in the flesh I can see that they are amazing. Not many girls are lucky enough to have conical tits at your age, they’ve usually got much bigger and more like balloons filled with water.”

“Yes, I like them too, I hope that they stay like this forever.”

“And that clit, that’s a beauty, you say that it’s very sensitive, that must cause you problems.”

“Not at all. I like it when all someone has to do is touch it to make me cum, do you want a demonstration?”

“Take the underwear off Isabella and come over here.”

I did, making the cameraman have to move to get my clit in the picture. I stood in front of Ben with my legs spread slightly more than shoulder width apart and one very wet pussy that was tingling like hell. Then Ben reached out and touched my clit.

My arousal level had been so high before he touched me, and the anticipation of him more than likely going to touch me, was easily enough to to send me right up there and to go over the edge when he did touch it. I gasped, swore then tried to say that I was cumming but it all happened so quick that I never finished saying the word cumming. I felt my legs turn to jelly as I trembled, shook and jerked but somehow I managed to stay on my feet.

When I started to return to something like normal I could see that Ben had a huge grin on his face and he said,

“Well Isabella, I can see that you will go down well with the studs that I employ.”

“Does that mean that you will have some work for me?”

“Slow down Isabella, we haven’t finished the interview.”

“You want me to give you a blowjob then fuck me don’t you Ben?”

“Yes, I need to make sure that you don’t freeze when you get to the money shots.”

“I won’t, but I have to say that I haven’t got much experience at either of those things, as I said earlier, I only started having any sort of sex a couple of weeks age.”

“You look the type of girl that sex comes very naturally.”

Ben started unzipping his jeans and I went down on my knees and took over from him whilst he said,

Well Isabella, if Mia will let you, I’m sure that Jack will be able to give you a lot of practice until something else comes along.”

I couldn’t really reply to that because my mouth was full of his cock. I tried to go down enough to get his cock into my throat but I started gagging.

“Jack and Mia will help you with that as well Isabella.”

Ben settled for me licking and sucking his cock. I also started feeling his balls with my hands, I hadn’t really done that with Jack and, although they felt nice, I couldn’t help feeling that it would be more fun if Ben shaved that whole region and was as bald as I was. Ben didn’t let me do that for too long before he told me to go and sit on the sofa.

I knew what was coming and I happily did as I was told, sitting on the front edge, laying back and spreading my legs wide.

“You have a beautiful pussy Isabella, nice and compact with no lots of flaps, although I’m told that a girl’s flaps are very sensitive, but that clit of yours more than makes up for you not having any flaps. Are you normally as wet as that Isabella, apart from that one touch of you clit earlier your pussy hasn’t had that much attention but it’s dripping, you’ll never need any lube before the studs start fucking you.”

That was twice that Ben had implied that he was going to give me some work but I still wanted him to fuck me, I wanted more experience of fucking.

Ben lifted my legs up and easily pushed them back to my head so I put my arms round them to stop then falling back down. My pussy and even my butt hole were as exposed to him as was possible and I wondered if he would ram his cock into my butt hole but his cock went straight into my vagina like a guided missile.

I gasped then moaned, maybe because Ben’s cock is bigger than Jacks, as the tip of Ben’s cock hit my cervix then slid some where deeper inside me. He had only thrust into me twice when he touched my clit and off I went. I don’t know how long I was up there, but when I started to come down something was different, then I realised that Ben’s cock was no longer in my vagina, it was thrusting in and out of my butt, but Ben had realised that my orgasm was fading and he touched my clit again and up I went again.

This time when I started to come down I realised that his cock was back in my vagina.

Two more times Ben touched my clit and when I came down from my high his cock had changed holes. Thankfully he didn’t do that any more times and he kept thrusting into my vagina until I felt his cock twitch then his warm seed filling me up.

After just laying on top of me for a minute or so he pulled his softening cock out of me and sat beside me. I was still holding my legs up by my head and I took another minute or so to get my breath back before lowering my legs and saying,

“That was amazing Ben, I’ve never been fucked like that before, was I good enough for me to be in your movies?”

“Do you know that your eyes roll back in their sockets when you cum Isabella?”

“No I didn’t, my mind is in an indescribable place when I’m cumming.”

“Yes I suppose it is but that too will go down well on the videos that you will be making.”

“So you’re going to give me some work then?”

“Yes Isabella I am.” Ben replied as he stood up and sorted out his clothes.

Then after a minute or so he continued,

“I have a contract that you need to read and sign, it’s all standard stuff but please read it and I need to know the sort of things that you are happy to do and what red lines you have. I’ll the get paperwork and some drinks and we can go outside and sit in the sun and talk. Tom, we’re done with the videoing, so you can go and start editing it, you know what to take out.”

“Just a soft drink for me please Ben, I’m driving.”

“That’s a nice little car that you’ve got Isabella.”

“Yes it is, daddy bought it for me for my eighteenth birthday present.”

“Lucky you, but if your career goes as well as I’m hoping you will soon be able to afford to upgrade to a more powerful one.”

Ben went off and came back with the drinks. I hadn’t bothered to put my underwear or my dress back on as as we walked towards the back door Ben asked me if I was okay going outside like I was. We kept on walking as I told him about my night time runs and my nude sunbathing.

We sat out in the sun talking about my red lines, mainly no permanent damage, no horrendous pain, no shitting and no pissing. I added that I really wanted to be seen by lots of people dressed like I was right then, and to be seen having all sorts of sex.

In our earlier conversation I told Ben that I was starting college in September and that I didn’t intend to miss many lessons and he told me that he could work around that.

I doubted that Ben was as happy as I was as we concluded our business and I put my dress on ready to leave. I hadn’t even brought a little bag with me so I carried my underwear and a copy of my signed contract in my hand and picked up my car keys and left after giving Ben a kiss and a big thank you. His final words to me were,

“I’ll call you Isabella, soon.”

I was very happy during my drive home with Ben’s cum still leaking out of my pussy. When I saw that it was getting my car seat wet I decided that I would keep a towel on my seat from then on.

The rest of my day was quite quiet and after daddy’s phone call I went and setup the movement activated webcam on my bed again. I considered tying my ankles to the corners of my bed but decided to try without doing that first. Leaving the light on, and a spotlight that I’d borrowed from daddy’s study pointed at my pussy, I went to sleep.

WEDNESDAY 3 a.m.

My alarm woke me up and I was pleased to see that I was still on my back with my legs spread wide and the camera undisturbed. I didn’t check my laptop, thinking that I’d do it when I woke up later that morning.

My run was uneventful although I did run through the forecourt of the petrol station but Zack appeared to be asleep. I wondered if he could and would review the footage to see if he’d missed me. Apart from a couple of cars that I saw in the distance that was it and all too soon I was back on my bed with my legs spread wide.

When I woke up again I went straight to my laptop and was pleased to see that two videos had been created during the night. Quickly opening the first one I had mixed feelings as I watched a girl masturbating. I knew that it was me but somehow I felt detached from it. I decided that when I set the camera up again I would prop my head up with pillows and make sure that my face was in the viewfinder.

Then I smiled as I wondered if Ben would like the videos and maybe sell them.

The girl in the video was soon cumming and the camera also recorded the audio with me loudly letting the whole world know that I was cumming. I wondered if I’d done it when daddy was at home and he’d heard me.

The second video was very much the same as the first with me being just as loud.

I decided that my second night of recording, with my face visible, would be that night.

Later that day I walked to see Jack and Mia wearing only a see-through cover up. Only Mia was in the shop wearing, as usual, only a thong bikini and she greeted me with a big hug then demanded that I tell her how my casting interview with Ben had gone. We spent ages talking before I broached the subject that Ben had suggested and I was slightly surprised when Mia said that she was happy for me to give Jack as many blowjobs as I wanted. She also told me that they would both help me to suppress my gag reflex but unfortunately for me, Jack wouldn’t be coming in that day, nor for a few days because he was away at a sales conference. Obviously I was disappointed but there was nothing that I could do about it and I left to walk home. It was only when I was nearly home that I realised that I hadn’t spent any time in the shop window.

The rest of the day was uneventful and after making sure that the webcam was setup correctly, and that my face was in the video. I went to bed.

THURSDAY 3 a.m.

An uneventful run with Zack being asleep again.

When I finally got out of bed again it was raining outside so I spent most of the day doing housework, watching videos and reading stories. I also watched the videos that I had made of myself whilst I slept. I picked what I thought was the best one and emailed it to Ben with an explanation of what it was and why I had made it. Later that day he replied, thanking me for it and telling me that he was going to upload it to his website with a short clip of it in the free section and the full video in the paid for section. If anyone paid and downloaded it I would get my cut.

Ben also told me that he often wondered if girls orgasmed in their sleep and that he was grateful to me for confirming that they did.

After my usual phone call from daddy I went to bed for some more story reading and some fun with my dildos and vibrators.

FRIDAY 3 a.m.

When my alarm woke me I had a quick look outside and was pleased to see that it had stopped raining so it was on with my trainers and clown mask ready to go running. I still had my Lush in me from from the previous nights fun so I decided to switch it on to frequent, random blasts of vibrations then off I went, remembering to strap a five pound note to my wrist with two hair bands.

I had a couple of narrow misses with cars nearly seeing me and I was pleased to see that Zack was in the little shop at the petrol station. I woke him with the doorbell and a grin immediately appeared on his face.

“Bloody hell Isabella, what’s that hanging between your legs? Is that flashing red light to warn people to stay clear of you or to tell them that you are a mobile red light area?”

“I might act like a slut but I’m very selective about who I let fuck me Zack.”

“Well you look great to me Isabella, those tits and that clit are just awesome.”

“Thank you Zack. I’ll just get a bottle of water then be on my way.”

I went over to the bottom shelf and bent over giving Zack a great view of my pussy. Again it took ages for me to decide which of the identical bottles I would buy, then I went to over to Zack to pay for it.

“Will you be at the Bald Cat on Sunday Zack?” I asked.

“Probably, will you be going? They have a back room that has a pool table and a darts board. It’s usually only men that go in there.”

“I won’t get raped if I come will I?”

“No, they’re all good guys that know each other, if any one of them tried anything inappropriate I’m sure that the others would stop him.”

“In that case there’s a good chance that I will go. The landlord won’t get pissed if I get naked will he?”

“I doubt that. It was one of the guy’s birthday a month or so ago and some of the others got a stripper for him so you won’t be the first naked girl in that room.”

“Probably see you on Sunday then Zack.”

I left and on my way home I decided that I was going to the Bald Cat on Sunday, I wondered when daddy would be leaving for his week’s work.

I had another quiet day, the highlights being giving the supermarket delivery driver and the postman a pleasant sight. I’ve noticed that the postman now knocks even if he’s just got a letter for one of us, but I’m not complaining.

I only just managed to remove my suction pad dildo from the chair in the kitchen before daddy arrived home at around teatime and I gave him a big, long naked hug to welcome him home.

“You haven’t forgotten that I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate the end of your exams and your excellent results have you Isabella.”

“No daddy, but I don’t get my results for another month or so.”

“You’ll get get good results Isabella, you always do. Now, are you going to embarrass me tomorrow night?”

“I’m not going to go looking like this daddy, I’ll put a dress on.”

“Good, one that covers you lady parts I hope.”

“Of course daddy, I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Pain isn’t what I worry about, it’s the embarrassment of me being seen with a gorgeous, naked young woman, what will people think?”

“Who cares? I love you daddy, now can I order in for tonight please?”

“Of course you can sweetie. Thank you, and oh, sorry but I have a long flight on Sunday night so I’ll be leaving at teatime.”

“Okay, no problem daddy.” I replied as I thought that that would fit in with my plans nicely.”

The delivery guy from the Chinese got a pleasant surprise before we ate then I snuggled up to daddy to watch a couple of movies before we both went to bed where I didn’t close my door, nor got under the covers. I have no idea if daddy came and stared at my naked body and as I went to sleep I also wondered if my noisy orgasms whilst I slept disturbed him and if he came and saw me masturbating.

I was still smiling as I went to sleep wondering if that was any better than me sleepwalking and going and climbing into his bed alongside him and playing with his cock or even fucking him.

SATURDAY

No early morning run.

I have to say that it was quite a lazy day. I spent most of it sunbathing whilst listening to my laptop text to voice some erotic stories to my headphones. I managed to avoid playing with myself whilst daddy was outside pottering in the garden although I did see him looking over to me laying there with my legs spread wide. I’m pleased to say that mpst of my white bits are now just about the same colour as the rest of my body.

The evening wasn’t so lazy. I spend ages getting ready, including putting on a bit of makeup. This time when I went to a restaurant with daddy I wanted to feel, and look, like a proper young woman.

I put on another of my ‘nearly naked’ long dresses and looked at myself in the mirror. I could clearly see my nipples, areolae, clit and the front part of my slit and I assumed that anyone behind me would be able to see my butt crack. With my heels on I looked, and felt very grown-up.

When I met daddy to leave I asked him if I looked very grown-up.

“You certainly do Isabella, you wouldn’t look out of place walking down the red carpet at the BAFTAS.”

That gave me a moral boost, and together with the fact that he didn’t mention being able to see my ‘lady parts’ made me very happy.

As we walked into the restaurant I linked arms with daddy and I did feel very grown up as a few people turned to look at us. Daddy’s face was beaming and I wondered if he was as proud of me as I was of myself. As I looked around I wondered if any of the voyeurs thought that I was daddy’s ‘escort’ for the night and if they thought that daddy would be fucking me later.