Anita
Copyright© 2023 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 87
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 87 - Anita has had fantasies about public nudity since she was sixteen. She is now twenty-three and finally going to act them out. While doing this, she discovers something about herself that will alter her life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction School DomSub Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Body Modification Public Sex Transformation
And then the game started. I was sure Daniel would win the tip-off, but the guy on our team jumped higher and pushed the ball to one of our players.
We started moving to the other team’s hoop, and I noticed the players on the other team gave me some room to move; they definitely didn’t cover me like my friends had in the past. It seemed my breasts intimidated them. Although I did notice a few glances in my direction when I ran, my twins jiggled freely on my chest and seemed to attract the attention of the boys ... and the girls watching us. I had never played like this before, but I have to say I liked the freedom I felt while doing it.
Of course, because the boys kept some distance from me, it was unavoidable, and I received the ball because I was standing free. The boy closest to me hesitated for a moment, probably not sure how to interact with this half-naked girl on the court. I took advantage of it and started my dribble towards the hoop. But then, my drive towards it was stopped by that blonde girl on the other team. I tried a jab step, but she saw right through it, so I had to stop my forward move and do a step back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a skinny cutting into open space, and I fired a bounce pass his way. I managed to surprise the blonde with this, and my teammate got the ball, moved towards the hoop, and scored our first two points.
While the other team started their advancement towards our hoop, the blonde girl came running next to me and said, “Nice move tits! I won’t underestimate you next time.”
I smiled at her and responded. “Then I need to do something else to fool you.”
She appreciated my comeback and said, “The game is on, tits!”
At that moment, she stopped running, accepted the ball from a teammate, took a fade-away so I couldn’t reach her, and made a three-pointer.
“That’s how we do it!” she said in my face, brushing her t-shirt-covered tits against my bare tits. Well, she was not only a blonde, but had sweet blue eyes, and lovely, firm nipples, I could feel.
I smiled at her and said, “I like your gusto; this is going to be fun.”
She surprised me when she pushed herself off of me with her hands just underneath my breasts. I had a feeling she would have liked to put her hands a little higher, but given how we had been standing, it would have been somewhat awkward to do so.
And so, my first interaction on the court had been surprisingly enjoyable, I have to say. I think I was starting to like Brenda’s friends.
We had a few other runs up and down the court, and I had missed a shot at the hoop, which I was bumped about. Because of this, we were now 5 points behind.
I’d noticed some of my teammates had already subbed out, but for now, they kept me running on the court. Probably because they all figured I enjoyed bouncing my tits around — or, more likely, they just loved watching a half-naked girl play.
While the game went on, I slowly noticed the boys were less intimidated by me, because they started to guard me and even touch my back with their hands, or sometimes my tummy, when they tried to hold me back for just a second.
At the end of the first quarter, I substituted with the other girl on the team. Which was a good thing because I really had been running a lot. Although I had to see, I didn’t tire myself out much; my body wasn’t even covered in sweat.
I noticed that Patricia motioned me to sit next to her, and when I reached her, she even gave me a bottle of water.
“How are you holding up?” she asked me.
“I’m feeling fine,” I told her. “I only wish I didn’t miss so many shots. Because of that, we are 12 points behind.”
“You only missed those shots at the start when they gave you the chance to go for the hoop. But once you started passing the ball around, things went much better and you began keeping up with them.”
“Hmm, okay. So you’re saying I need to stop trying to score and just be the go-between?”
“Yep, and you can dribble very well. I think your size helps you to keep the ball lower, which makes it more difficult for the larger players to stop you.”
“BREAK!” one of the boys at the side shouted.
The rest of the team joined me, and they all took a bottle of water out of a nearby cooler. Then we all sat together.
“Guys, we are only 9 behind,” the guy who acted as our captain said. “We can still do it.”
“Yeah, we only had a bad start, that was all, but ... Slave ... is finding her way around now,” Frieda said, giggling. “She is fantastic at getting free and passing the ball. I think we need to take advantage of that and let those who can score do so. If we can intercept the ball a few times, I’m sure we will be able to get back by halftime.”
It seemed they all agreed, and our captain even said. “And I think you should sometimes even drive the ball forward. You can dribble very well.”
“Thank you,” I responded, feeling a little better by what they were saying.
When we were getting back up on the field, I noticed that Frieda was checking me out.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m just checking your skin. I was expecting you to get red by now, given how the sun is shining today. But your skin still looks the same.”
“Yeah, I have never had sunburn,” I lied. Well, it seemed my skin now really could stand the sun. So, I had to say this to make sure she wouldn’t think there was something strange going on with me.
When the second quarter started, we managed to steal the ball from the other team, and Frieda hit a 3-pointer. We had managed to get back to only 6 points behind.
Playing with these guys was fun. They were very respectful with me, but at the same time, they were now guarding me like any other player. Because of this, their hands, and even their bodies, often touched me. Well, they sometimes just plainly blocked me with their bodies, which made me run into them a few times.
This time, I was also substituted more, which gave me time to see how everyone moved from the side. Thanks to those few moments, I noticed a gap in the other team’s defense. When someone on our team started moving to the left, one of their players always went to defend the player in the left corner, which often left an opening straight to the hoop. It was so obvious, but none of my teammates took advantage of it. I found this strange because one of the better jumpers could easily score if they ran into this opening. I was about to say something about it to the player sitting next to me when Frieda asked me to replace her on the field.
Once I was back on the field, I couldn’t tell anyone what I had seen, because we needed to defend. Our captain intercepted the ball, and we all dashed towards the other side. Because of a little fumble with the ball, the other team managed to get back on defense on time.
We started to play the ball around, trying to find an opening. I was about in the middle of the field when I got the ball. I noticed one of our players was standing in the left corner, and I decided to try something. While I wasn’t the best thrower, I think even I would manage to score close to the hoop.
And so, I started moving to the left and noticed this guy running to our player at the left corner, and the opening was there again. So, I changed direction and ran straight to the hoop. I was getting closer and closer. The hoop wasn’t that far anymore, and if I jumped and then threw the ball, I was sure I couldn’t miss.
So, I did my last step forward, pushed off, and soared towards the hoop. And then, something swift and tall moved in front of me, and I bumped into it. Because of both our speeds, I was knocked backwards. I landed partly on my heels but couldn’t stop myself and fell back onto the ground.
Luckily, I fell on my ass, which took most of the brunt. Although I did roll backwards onto my back. For a moment, I just lay there and looked up at the sky. I could feel I had hurt myself slightly, but it was only my ass.
I pushed myself up and looked at Daniel, who was looking down at me. His mouth was open and he was looking down ... at my crotch.
I looked down at myself and noticed that my skirt was up and my pussy was in the open. Instead of closing my legs or trying to hide my pussy, I just looked up at Daniel and said. “Oops!”
He started smiling and looked me in the eyes, then he said, “Really, not even panties!”
“Sorry, hope you don’t mind.”
Then I thought about something and looked at my pussy again. ‘Huh!’ I thought. ‘Where is the string?’
I noticed Daniel had come closer and offered me his hand. I grabbed it and let him pull me up.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I fell on my ass,” I said jokingly. I then turned around, lifted my skirt, and asked, “Any scratches there?”
He laughed, and some of the other boys joined in.
“No, you like fine!” he said.
I lowered my skirt and turned around.
“That’s two free throws!” my captain suddenly said, standing next to me.
Daniel was about to object when Brenda said, “Okay, but only if my slave does the throwing!”
“Okay,” Daniel agreed, but I could hear a slight disappointment in his voice.
And so, they gave the ball, and it was up to me to finally equalize our points.
Standing there, looking at the hoop, I felt nervous. Even when I knew a couple of years ago that I could do these, with all the throws I had missed today, I felt less confident this time.
I took a few deep breaths, looked at the hoop, bounced the ball a few times, aimed, and threw the ball.
“YES!” I let out when the ball bounced off the backboard into the basket.
I can’t tell how relieved I was that I had made the shot. Well, the first shot. Still one to go.
Daniel gave me the ball and whispered, “That was just a lucky shot.”
It seemed he wanted to break my confidence and concentration. The only thing he had managed was getting me even more determined to throw it in again.
Again, I took a few deep breaths, looked at the hoop, and this time didn’t bounce the ball but just threw it.
“Yes!” Without even touching the rim of the hoop, it went in.
We were tied, and the second quarter has ended.
My team congratulated me, and while we walked to our bench, Frieda was walking beside me.
“Nicely done!” she said while rubbing my back. “Damn, you’re almost not sweating at all! I’m sweating like a pig!”
Well, she didn’t need to say that, because it was evident from how dark her sports bra was from all the moisture it had collected. But yes, she also had a point, because I for sure wasn’t sweating ... much. Given how much running I had done, my skin should be damp by now, but it wasn’t.
“I do a lot of running in my free time,” I told her. “I never sweat much.”
“Your skin sure is something else,” Frieda said. She rubbed my back again and added, “It feels so good. I wish my skin were like yours!”
This time, I didn’t even bother to say something about it; I just accepted it as it was. My skin is different, and it was very obvious to anyone who touched it. And yes, I don’t seem to sweat anymore. All thanks to Nicole’s concoction.
This break was a little longer because some of the guys needed to take a leak. But it seemed to happen every time they played, so nobody said anything about it.
The blonde girl from the other team surprised me by asking me to join her at a nearby bench.
“Hi, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Rachel.”
“I’m Anita,” I told her, then smiled and added, “Or Slave, as my mistress wants you to call me.”
She smiled and said, “Slave sounds good. So, whose idea was it to make you play basketball without panties and only wearing a skirt?”
I looked at Brenda and said, “Who do you think?”
“Thought so. And you just do everything Brenda says?”
“Almost anything, yes.”
“And running around like this, without panties and topless, it doesn’t feel weird or embarrassing?”
I couldn’t help but smile while I answered, “If she orders me to play naked, I would do that as well.”
“Really? Hmm ... wouldn’t that be something else?” She looked straight at my tits. When she looked back at my eyes, she asked, “So, are you always shaved, or is this also something Brenda told you to do?”
“No, I’m always shaved ... now,” I told her.
“Now?” she asked.
“I shaved myself this summer and have kept it like this,” I told her with a lie. Well, I did shave myself this summer, but I don’t shave anymore. I will be without pubic hair for the near future, maybe forever.
“Interesting. Any special reason for it?”
“It’s a long story. But the short version is, I wanted to do something special this summer, while naked, and if I would get caught, I wanted it to be more embarrassing when people would notice I had a hairless pussy.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow and then said, “So, you like to be humiliated, maybe? Is that why you are Brenda’s Slave? You want her to embarrass you in public?”
“That’s maybe part of it,” I confessed. “But I just like to be submissive and let people boss me around.” Well, that was the closest I ever came to telling anyone I was a true submissive.
“I like your attitude,” Rachel said.
“Thank you! I think?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to boss you around. But I like your style. Not many girls go for it and do what they really want.”
“Are you one of those girls?” I asked before I understood she could get offended by this question.
Luckily, she just smiled and said, “No, but I know a few girls who don’t do things they would like to do, just because of what others would think about them. You at least don’t seem to care about that.”
“What could others think about me that could be hurtful?” I asked her.
“Well, society is very open-minded today, but there are still some people who would call you a floozie or even worse.”
I shrugged and said, “They can say what they want, I don’t care. I feel happy like this, and that’s what counts.”
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