Anita
Copyright© 2023 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 89
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 89 - 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
Patricia let out a giggle and then looked at me while we were walking, “I can’t believe you had sex with those two boys just now! AND IN A PARK, OF ALL THINGS!”
“Well, it was not something I was planning to do today, but when I give others control over me, unexpected things can happen.”
“But still. You didn’t even hesitate. They asked, and you complied. What if other people had seen what you did there?”
I shrugged and answered, “Then they would have seen it.”
“Wouldn’t you have been embarrassed about it?”
“I ... don’t know. Maybe, maybe not. I didn’t feel embarrassed about you and Talia watching me while I had sex with those two boys.”
Patricia slightly started blushing and said, “You know. I found it hot! Watching you with those two boys. And Talia also let me have some fun with her body. It was so very exciting. I never knew she liked me like that. She sure never showed it at school. So yeah, that’s another surprise I liked a lot.”
“Well, how you talked about her earlier, when I first saw her, I had no clue about how you felt about her either. But I’m happy for you two. You two looked nice together.”
Patricia didn’t notice, but I saw an elderly man ahead of us walking his dog. At the moment, he wasn’t looking in our direction because his dog was pulling him to the side and barking at something in the forest. But I was sure he would eventually notice me, and I wondered how he would react.
“Thanks, I’m happy too,” Patricia said, almost sounding as if she was purring.
“Are you going to tell your parents about her?” I asked. It was probably none of my business, but I was curious nevertheless.
“Not straight away. When I’m sure Talia and I will click, I’ll tell them. But for now, I want to keep it to myself.”
“I understand,” I told Patricia. “I have done the same in the past when I had a boyfriend.”
The man’s dog suddenly started barking again, and we both looked in its direction. The dog had finally noticed us. And the elderly man for sure had his full attention on me.
“Good afternoon,” the man said with a smile when we were only a few feet away from him.
“Good afternoon,” Patricia responded.
“Hello,” I said.
The dog stopped barking but kept pulling on his leash to get to us. Not sure if the man did it on purpose, but the dog managed to pull the leash out of his hand, and he ran up to us. The dog jumped up against Patricia’s leg, who giggled, and quickly ruffled his pelt before he turned towards me and jumped up against me as well.
I could feel his nails scratch my skin when he went down again. While he didn’t hurt me, I did worry a little and looked to see if he had left scratch marks on my skin. I was glad I didn’t see any scratches on me. However, I did see something else that shocked me.
I had already noticed that some of my pussy juices had leaked out of me, but what I saw now embarrassed me. The inside of my legs was covered with what was now dried-up fluids, and the outside of my legs had dark smudge marks on them. It was probably from those boys’ hands that had been wet and had transferred some of the loose sand from the ground onto my legs.
However, my pussy was the worst. It looked dirty from all the sticky juices that had been smeared all over it by those boys when they had licked and kissed my pussy.
Because the dog kept jumping up against me, I decided to squat down and start petting him. The dog was happy about it and jumping around me while I tried to pet him as much as I could. Because I was moving around so much, my knees were apart a lot, and I’m sure that old man had a good view of my messy pussy. I knew I should feel embarrassed about it, but I didn’t. In fact, I hoped the man was enjoying the view I gave him.
But I have to say, the man did his best to hold a normal conversation with us, even though I noticed his eyes were often focused on parts much lower than my own. The man said, “I see you like dogs.”
“I love these little rascals,” I answered while ruffling with my hands through the fur of the dog. “And this one is a bunch of joy, it seems!”
The man chuckled and said, “Well, if I were being petted by a beauty like you, I would also be jumping around. If only I were fifty years younger!”
I looked up at him and smiled. The dog finally settled near my right foot so I could rub his belly.
“I hope you don’t mind me running around like this,” I asked the man, when I noticed he was staring at me.
“Oh dear, I don’t mind at all. I wish more girls would do it; it would make my days more interesting for sure.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
The dog jumped up again and went to Patricia. While she knelt down to start petting the dog, I got up. I could see that the man was really checking out my body.
“Did the girls back in your day also dress like this?”
He chuckled and said, “When I was your age, we had a hippy revival. So yeah, I saw plenty of naked women having fun at those festivals. I’m glad there are still some young women around who keep that alive. Although I don’t think I ever saw a woman who needed a shower as badly as you do.” When he said this, he was obviously looking at my pussy and down my legs.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I told him. “I had too much fun today.”
He laughed and said, “You never can have too much fun.”
Patricia stood up when the dog finally returned to his owner, and she said, “Well, it was nice meeting you, but we need to go on. I really need to get home. I’m almost late.”
“Oh, sorry for holding you up,” the man said apologetically. “Hurry up then, because I don’t want pretty girls like you two getting into trouble because of an old man that can’t stop gazing at them.”
We both giggled at what he had said.
“Well, see you next time,” the man said. Giving both of us a smile and a nod.
“Yeah, see ya!” Patricia said, took my hand, and started to pull me along.
“Bye,” I managed to say before I walked past him.
I didn’t check, but I was sure he was watching us, probably checking out my naked ass walking away from him.
“Do all people accept your nudity so easily?” Patricia wanted to know.
“Not always,” I told her. “But most people don’t seem to have a problem with it.”
“That’s so cool! It’s so stupid that it is against the law. That’s why I don’t get why you aren’t more afraid of being caught.”
I shrugged and said, “Who knows. Maybe even cops will let it pass if nobody complains about it. What’s the worst thing they can do, fine me maybe, and ask me to get dressed?”
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. I know that sometimes you read about it in the newspaper, how a man has been arrested for indecent exposure, even when he was just walking around without clothes, like you right now. But now that I think about it, you almost never read about a woman getting arrested. Sure, you sometimes read that a naked woman has been seen walking naked somewhere, but never that they have been arrested. So yeah, maybe you will be able to get away with it. Although in a city like this ... I don’t know.”
“I’ll probably know when they catch me, but I hope it won’t be for a long time to come. Hopefully, never.”
We had reached the forest’s exit, and I could already see the street ahead of us. While walking towards it, I noticed more cars on it than before, and more people using the sidewalk.
I had no clue what time it was, but it looked like it was near the end of the workday, which was probably why so many people were walking on the sidewalk and why there were so many cars in the street right now.
Thinking about it, it was maybe also why Patricia needed to hurry to get home. Maybe she and her family ate when her dad came home from work. I was just guessing at that point, but it sounded plausible.
Patricia had also noticed it, because she asked, “Shit! I didn’t think this through, but people are getting off work right now. Main Street will be very busy. Do you maybe want to wait until the rush is over?”
“Won’t you be late then? I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“Well, yeah. I really should keep going, or I’ll be late. I even think we will need to walk briskly from now on, maybe even start running in the end, for me to be on time.”
“Then let’s go,” I told her. “And just run if you need to, I will follow you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, let’s go!”
And so, we picked up the pace and started walking quickly. We weren’t running, but we moved so quickly that we looked like a pair of speed walkers, except that we weren’t following the rules, so our asses wouldn’t move that strangely as those guys did. Although me being naked, I’m sure my ass was still swinging, and my tits were bouncing right now.
Once we reached the park exit, we turned right and kept walking at the same pace. We walked past people on the sidewalk and even had to avoid colliding with some of them. There were really a lot of people walking here right now, even going in both directions. So, I made sure I sidestepped on time, so I wouldn’t bump into any of them.
The people walking towards us gave me a puzzled look when they noticed a naked girl approaching. They sometimes even stopped walking to stare at me. In return, I just smiled at them when I went past them.
While many of them just looked at me, there were a few who gave a wolf whistle at me, or even said something, like, “Looking fine!” or “Nice...” You can replace the ... with tits or ass, or even pussy. It was often the younger men who said something to me.
There was a guy in front of us, who was leaning against the building, who shouted at me, “Hey, baby! What’s cooking?”
I was walking too fast to come up with a funny return, so I tried to ignore him.
“Baby! Stop for a minute,” he said when I was almost at him.
“No time,” Patricia shouted. “Need to get home!”
We walked past him in a hurry.
“Come on, baby! Just a few minutes, that’s all,” he shouted after us.
Again, we ignored him and even started to walk a little faster.
When a car honked at me from the street, I almost jumped out of my skin, and it made me bump into a guy I had missed, who suddenly appeared from behind the person I was passing by. In reflex, he put up his hands to stop us from colliding into each other. For a couple of seconds, we just stood there, looking at each other, while he was holding my breasts in his hands. He suddenly looked shocked when he realized what he was doing and quickly pulled his hands away, while stuttering, “So ... sorry!”
“It’s okay,” I said, did a sidestep, and went after Patricia, who now had a lead on me.
I suddenly noticed that she started running, so I did the same. She was fast, and it didn’t help that I was running barefoot. While I was surprised that I never felt any pain from running like this on the sidewalk, even when I knew I had sometimes stepped on little pebbles lying on the ground, it did slow me down a little, so Patricia was getting further ahead of me.
Also, running like this, in a busy street, was difficult. I often had to jump to the right or left to avoid running into someone. And yes, those damn wolf whistles kept on following me, with even more car horns honking as well.
Luckily, I managed to catch up with Patricia at certain corners when the lights were red, and we needed to wait to start running again. At one such stop, a guy standing next to me even had the audacity to touch my ass. But I probably surprised him, because I just let him touch my ass. It was weird, but I didn’t mind him doing this to me; in fact, it made me feel good about it. But when the lights turned green again, I started running again, and the hand was gone.
At the next corner, I noticed that Patricia ran to the left and started crossing the street. I followed her, and to my surprise, many cars waiting there let their horns speak to me. They had probably already seen me on the sidewalk, and now that I was passing in front of them, they wanted to make sure I knew they appreciated my dress code. If I had had the time, I would have bowed for them to acknowledge their appreciation.
On the other side of the street, we had to wait again because we needed to cross to the next block. This time, a woman standing next to me asked in a nasty tone, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Waiting for the lights to turn green,” I just answered cheekily.
“You know what I mean, why are you NAKED!” she shouted in my ear.
I looked at her and said, “Because I’m not wearing clothes, DUH!”
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” I noticed her head turning red.
“A slave that needs to get home!” I told her, hoping my response would shock her.
It did shock her, and at first she only managed to say, “Slave?!”
Then the lights turned green, and when I tried to start running again, she grabbed my arm. “You’re staying here, I’m calling the police!”
I pulled my arm free and shouted, “Sorry, I need to go.” And started running again, I hadn’t noticed it, but Patricia had stayed standing beside me, so now I was ahead of her. By the time we had crossed the road, she was back in front, so I could follow her.
At this point, we were just a little past halfway down the block when she turned left and ran into a building. I just followed her, and we ended up in the front lobby of the building, where all the mailboxes were and the buzzers for all the people living there.
“Oh man, that was wild,” Patricia said, inhaling a few times deeply.
I was also panting, but it wasn’t too bad. Luckily, I often jogged in the forest at college, so my shape wasn’t too bad.
Patricia then looked at me, smiled, and said, “I’m glad we ran. If we had walked, I think you would have been stopped by many people who would have asked what you were doing. And all those men, even some women, whistling at you when they saw you. That was wild!”
“Yeah, that was weird,” I responded. “And those cars honking at me. It felt so ... surreal. But, flattering at the same time.”
“Yeah, you would say that,” Patricia said with a giggle. But then got serious and looked me in the eye. “So, do you want to come up with me. So you can refresh yourself a little. Sorry for saying this, but you look a little abused with all that gunk on your thighs and pussy.”
I looked down at myself, and it did look nasty now. Probably all that running hadn’t helped it at all.
“That would be nice,” I told her. “But, umm. What about your parents?”
Patricia smiled and said, “Mum has already seen you, and Dad won’t be home until very late. The only one who could maybe bother you a little is my older brother.”
“Would your mother have a problem with me showing up like this?”
“Nah, she won’t care,” she then smiled and said, “I have seen her leaving the bathroom naked before, and she doesn’t care if my brother or I do the same. As long as Dad isn’t home, there is no problem. He, on the other hand, acts a little weird when he catches us naked, but he’s never mad about it. I just think he isn’t comfortable seeing his grown-up kids without their clothes.”
“Okay, then, I would like to come up. I think I can’t show up in the mall looking like this. I still need to go to a shop there and want to buy something in the shoe store we were in earlier.”
“Oh! Are you going to do it naked again?” Patricia asked as she got a key card out of her pocket.
“No, not this time,” I said, smiling. “I’m going to put on my t-shirt the moment I’m there.”
“Only a t-shirt?”
“That’s all I have with me today.”
Patricia giggled while holding the key card against a pad, “You didn’t wear anything else, not even shoes or sneakers.”
The door buzzed, and Patricia pushed it open.
“Nope, nothing else.”
“You’re crazy!”
“I know.”
We both giggled.
Behind the door was another lobby with two elevators on the right side of the hallway. We walked up to them, and Patricia was about to press the button there, when the left elevator showed a down arrow. Nevertheless, she pressed the button, but nothing else happened.
“There is someone coming down, probably to our floor,” she told me. “I don’t know who, but let’s hope it’s someone who can appreciate all of you.” Patricia didn’t smile, but I could see in her eyes that she was having fun. I think she wanted it to be someone she knew so she could show me off to them.
We both waited at the elevator door, standing right in front of it. Well, Patricia had pulled me along so we would be standing there like that.
The elevator announced its arrival with a ping, then opened its doors.
We saw a lady, in her forties, standing there, looking at us. She looked surprised and then started smiling.
“Patricia, who is this lovely creature with you?” the woman asked.
“Hello, Ma’am. This is Anita ... my slave.” Patricia said cheekily.
“Your slave? You mean submissive?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The woman started smiling and said, “Good for you. We all need a good submissive to entertain ourselves with.” The woman then looked me up and down, got an even bigger smile, and said, “I can see you already had a lot of fun with her today.”
“Yeah, I did,” Patricia said, giggling.
When the elevator was about to close, the woman held it open and then stepped out.
“So, are you taking her home now?”
“Yes.”
“What is your mum going to say?”
“I don’t know. We will see.”
“Oh, I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you tell her. Well, get in before the doors close again.”
She had only said it when the doors were going to close again; however, the woman stopped them from closing.
We both got into the elevator, and then the woman said, “Have fun, ladies!” in a singsong voice.
“We will,” Patricia responded.
The elevator doors closed, and she pressed the second-to-last button at the top.
“Who was that?” I asked Patricia.
“She’s the owner of the building. She lives in the penthouse on the roof of the building. She’s really cool and gives the best parties. Always with a theme, but always fun! And sometimes, to the point that parents get uncomfortable when their kids are around.” This made Patricia giggle. “But she is really cool. We all love her.”
“Well, she sure didn’t seem flustered when you told her I’m your slave.”
“She didn’t even blink an eyelash. I tell you, she is very cool.”
“What if she finds out I’m only your slave for today?”
Patricia gave me a naughty smile and said, “As you know, I already have another one ready to be my slave.”
“Talia, of course!” I said.
“I bet she will be well accepted by her as well.”
The elevator made that pinging sound again, and the doors opened. When we got out, we were standing in another lobby. There were doors to the left and right, and a large landscape painting hung on the wall in front of us.
“I’m to the right,” Patricia said and walked towards the door.
Again, she only needed to hold her key card against the door, and it clicked open. Patricia let me go in first.
I had expected to walk into a hallway, but we entered a very large room instead. I think the room was even bigger than my parents’ house.
Immediately to the left was the living room, with a large L-shaped sofa that could seat 9 to 10 people. It was facing the wall, which had a large TV attached to it. I can’t say the size, but it was large, really large. It had a cabinet underneath it with many different consoles and stuff standing on it.
Behind this sofa, to the left, was a large dining table made from wood. Ten wooden chairs stood around it. One on each end of the table, and four on each long side. To its right, in front of us, was a sitting area. Probably so people could be entertained by something other than the TV.
And in the back was the kitchen, large and with a kitchen table in the middle, surrounded by eight chairs. From where we were standing, I could see Patricia’s mum; she seemed to be preparing dinner.
Patricia started walking towards her, and I followed.
“Hi, Mum! I’m home.”
“That was taking it...” she started to say, but she stopped talking when she turned around and saw me. “I should have known!”
“What?” Patricia said all innocently.
“That you would bring her home with you,” she answered, and then said towards me, “No offense!”
“Non taken,” I responded.
“Did she lose her clothes again?” the woman asked Patricia.
“Yeah, she did,” Patricia answered. “And Brenda gave her to me for the rest of the day.”
“Gave her to you?”
“Yeah, she’s my slave of the day,” Patricia said with a giggle.
“My god! Young people these days!” She acted upset, but it was obvious she thought it was funny. “So, what are you going to do with her?”
“If we have time, could we take a quick shower?” Patricia asked. “She ... well ... is a little messy.”
“As if I hadn’t noticed,” the woman said. “Sure, go ahead. Your brother called, and he is half an hour late. So you still have some time to get her cleaned up.”
“Thanks, mum,” Patricia said and took my hand. I let her pull along, and while I looked at her mum, I noticed I was starting to blush a little. Probably because I was being led around by someone much younger while this girl’s mother was watching us. And yeah, also because I was being dragged along while naked.
“Patricia?”
“Yes, mum.”
“If she is your slave, is she going to stay naked?”
“Umm.”
“If so, I need to warn your brother when he comes home. I don’t want him to blow a gasket when he sees her for the first time.”
Patricia giggled and said, “Sure, warn him.”