Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Great story so far. Can't wait to see next chapter

great chapter

Michelle jolted upright to find Hunter standing in his open doorway with look of shock on his face. His eyes bulged when he saw the anatomically correct scrotum pressed against her chin and figured out what was filling her mouth. Watching the realization dawn on his face that she was currently engaged in pretend cocksucking caused a blush to appear on her cheeks and quickly spread down her neck and onto her bare chest.

"What's going on," he asked, leaning out his door to look up and down the third story walkway. Though she appeared to be alone, she was clearly also in some kind of predicament. He added, "Are you ok? What do you need?", prompting her to consider his question.

What do I need? I need you to stop staring and help me. Actually, I just need my spare keys. No, I need to stretch out my jaw, and my calves...and my pussy. The truth is, I need to be filled like I've never been filled before. I need...you. Can't you see it, Hunter?! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!

Michelle's wide, scared eyes looked back at her closest childhood friend. He stared right back at her, both having forgotten how to blink. Even if she could make up her mind how to respond to his question and found the courage to say what she really wanted to, she literally could not speak. That didn't mean she was completely silent. The side effect of having teased her body far beyond its normal peak of ecstasy was that she couldn't stop her vocal cords from making little, embarrassing, but incredibly sexy whimpers of need.

Powerful, raw desire drained her last remaining reserves of composure and modesty, and Michelle felt her body make up her mind for her. Hunter always cared about her and would give her anything in the world she needed. And right now, she only needed one thing...sex. She just didn't know how she was going to tell him that without words. Luckily, her spectacular, naked body was there to do most of the talking.

Standing up straighter, she stopped trying to diminish her glorious chest endowment and instead pulled her shoulders back. Standing on her toes with her long, sculpted legs and curvaceous, fat-free body on full display, she looked like a naked Barbie doll. Only, no Barbie was ever this anatomically correct! Her bright areolas, which were normally baby-smooth and colored just the slightest shade of pink, were now several shades darker and engorged to a painful degree along with her stiff, angry nipples. Looking every bit like they were about to burst, her nipples bounced up and down with every panting breath.

She had noticed after a workout a few months earlier, that she could make her breasts jiggle slightly. Watching her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she had been awed to see such heavy, massive things as her breasts move with just a flex of her pectoral muscles. And while she knew it would excite any man who saw it, she never intended to do it outside the privacy of her own bathroom. But now, standing naked outside Hunter’s apartment, she performed the trick - anything to entice him to touch them and relieve the pinpricks.



When she saw him look down at her narrow waist and flat tummy, she straightened her posture even more and flexed the muscles of her little six-pack to make her abs ripple. She didn't need to tilt her pelvis to show off her emto also be filled with a cock. Yet to her growing frustration, Hunter continued to stand uncommitted in his doorway and do nothing to help her.

Impatiently, she lifted a tired, heavy foot and took a wobbly step forward. In response to her groaning, naked form ambling toward him, Hunter's eyes went wide, then he cut them left and right as he took a nervous step backward. He continued to give ground, backing all the way inside his apartment and against the wall behind him - strangely, like he wanted nothing to do with her.

Pushed through his doorway and into the small hallway of his apartment, she could hear his tv playing something from the living room nearby but paid it no attention. Everything she needed right now was standing right in front of her. Closing the gap between them, she pressed her body against his - crying out in a loud, lusty moan at finally being able to give her breasts more stimulation than just light caresses.

While he usually stood taller than her, her steep heels leveled the playing field somewhat. Seeing that she could easily reach his lips, she leaned forward to communicate her feelings through a deep, intimate kiss. But she had forgotten about her penis gag, and only succeeded in bumping its back side against his surprised mouth.

"Michelle, stop!" said Hunter, looking for some way to separate them without grabbing onto anything inappropriate. Grasping her firmly by her bare hips, he forced her to take a step back and listen to him.

Michelle couldn't understand why he was resisting. “I’m seducing you, you idiot! Can’t you tell?” she wanted to scream. She was literally throwing her naked body at him and offering to be his sex . How could anyone resist such an offer?

Glancing down between them and seeing a massive tent in his shorts emboldened her while also driving her wild with animalistic lust. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. She only wanted one thing from him, and it was sticking up from between his legs just a few inches away from where it belonged. Twisting her hips and fighting to break free of his grasp, she tried to strip him. Surely, that would convince him to stop fighting her! Unfortunately, because her hands were still locked behind her back, her plan to rip his clothes off him immediately fell flat.

But the image of freeing his erection from his shorts and impaling herself on it to the hilt had already taken hold in Michelle's brain. Her overcharged body reacted with something she didn't even know was possible. Even without direct stimulation of any kind she started to feel an orgasm coming on between her legs!

With time running short, and non-verbal methods failing her, she blurted out an insistent, "hulk ee, HLEASH!". Her shame burned at the thought of Pastor Tarverly's grandson hearing her speak so crudely about sex. But he didn't hear her anyway, because with her mouth wrapped around the fake penis, nothing intelligible came out. She just sounded like a gurgling baby. Whining pitifully around her gag, she squirmed within his grasp, shaking her healthy tits back and forth in a degrading, but uncontrollable response to her approaching orgasm.

Sensing she only had a few seconds left before the crest overwhelmed her, and though it humiliated her to do so, she strained her neck so she that her face was only inches from his, and looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes. Concentrating on the movements of her tongue around the veiny intruder in her mouth, she tried to speak again - as clearly and earnestly as she could.



Hunter opened his mouth to respond. But before he could say anything, another sound interrupted him.

“HOLY SHIT!” said a surprised voice from off to their left.

Michelle's heart stopped as Hunter let go of her waist. Turning to face them, she saw four young men she didn’t know sitting in his living room. They were arranged around the tv, but all straining to look down the hall at her. She had been so focused on Hunter that she hadn’t even bothered to look around when she came inside to see if anyone else was home.

Suddenly finding herself the center of attention, Michelle's only objective immediately shifted to finding some way to halt her approaching

When she saw his mouth fall open in shock, Michelle wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Stomping her foot in defiance of the humiliating, but unbelievably powerful sensation that just kept building, she squeezed her legs together and tried to hide what was happening inside her body. But no matter how much she squeezed, her high heels kept her pelvis tilted to make sure every dripping spasm was prominently and lewdly observed, and the obviously orgasmic movements of her shaved pussy were clearly visible within the lovely gap of her beautifully toned thighs.
“Dude, Hunter, you ordered a stripper for Xbox night?”

"Knock it off," Hunter shot back, coming to Michelle's defense, "she's not a stripper. This is my friend Michelle, and she's here because..."

But he didn't know how to finish that sentence.


Every single guest was young and attractive, and would have made a good, physical match for Michelle. The second boy over on the couch had curly, blonde hair, an easy smile, and a surfer's physique. When he figured it out, his mouth formed into a half-smile, half-gape.

With her humiliating orgasm seeming to go on forever, one by one, each guest recognized that she was unintentionally demonstrating her body's incredible, sexual response capabilities. And all Michelle could do about it was utter even more degrading, guttural noises as her plump, ruby lips sagged open around the base of her gag. Her continual shuddering caused drool to pour from the corners of her mouth and drip lewdly onto her massive, jiggling rack.

Every second felt like a minute as she grew increasingly concerned about her suffocating gag and fought for control of her own misbehaving body. Her eyes rolled back into her head, temporarily plunging her into darkness. But that only drew more of her attention to the intense sensations between her legs. With no mate down there to fill the void and keep her satisfied, all her sex muscles seized at once, and her pussy clamped down painfully on nothing at all.

Michelle's eyes shot open, and she looked around helplessly while the painful sensation wracked her poor, empty pussy. By now, each man was staring at her in disbelief, with his mouth hanging wide open. They were all also sporting obvious erections. But they were too stunned to move a muscle to help her.

As her orgasm just kept going with no end in sight, her whole face turned red. She was ashamed to be sharing her body's most intimate function with five pairs of unblinking eyes. But critically, if she didn't get some oxygen soon, she was going to pass out. Much like her pussy, her throat had locked up and refused to respond to her commands until she had finished cumming.

Pummeled by spasm after endless spasm her mind went blank, and her head started to swim. And with her vision fading and her legs about to collapse, she finally, mercifully, felt her sexual peak start to diminish. But it still took several anxious, wobbling seconds before she could get her tongue and throat to relax enough for air to flow again. As her incredibly powerful orgasm gradually faded, she had to spread her stance to brace herself while she sucked in loud, slurping breaths around her gag. Her performance had stunned her audience into silence. It took several more seconds before surfer boy, the first to recover, said something.



Another guest leaned over and whispered to his neighbor, "he must be telling the truth. I've never seen a stripper do that before! Besides, Hunter could never afford one this hot!"

His strong, deep voice caused the whisper to be heard by everyone, including the utterly ashamed, still recovering girl. Even though it was over, she was alarmed to feel none of the relief she usually did after an orgasm. Though her muscles were spent, and her brain felt sluggish, her body was still wound up just as tightly as before. Her simmering arousal had barely budged, and her nipples still burned with need. If anything, her clenched pussy ached more now. She was in a miserable state and, though she hated to admit it, already desperately needing to cum again. And to her dismay, as soon as her breathing stabilized, her throat went back to making those sexy, uncontrollable whimpers.

"I'm not kidding, Tom," warned Hunter. Then, addressing Michelle, he asked, "But, um, why are you here?" Leaning closer, he practically whispered his next question. "Did..did somebody give you drugs, or something?"

Michelle shook her head insistently. She didn't want her friend to think she was a junkie and wanted to explain herself - to offer some other excuse, no matter how flimsy, for her unusual appearance and inappropriate behavior. But because of her gag, she could only look on helplessly and keep whimpering.

Hunter crossed his arms. "Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to help you if you won't tell me what's really going on-"

Just then, as if her night couldn't get any worse, Michelle sensed an old, but familiar dread descend from all around and envelop her, and she stopped listening. Even though she had known it all along, she had deceived herself into believing it couldn't be. But as the creeping dread slowly settled over her like ten, heavy blankets, she could not deny the truth. Her curse had returned.

No, it was even worse than that. It had never left her! It had just been silently and undetectably arranging every setback she had encountered that evening - every fateful step she took. Being forced to cum, naked and quivering, in front of five, appreciative young men was her punishment for giving it the silent treatment and trying to wrest back control over her life.

As her curse had so often forced her to do over the years, she turned to face her childhood friend and hoped he would bring her the salvation she needed. And sure enough, she found the glimmer of hope she needed just over his shoulder. For on the wall behind him was the original reason she had come over in the first place. Her spare car keys had been hanging right there beside his front door all along!

Straining an excited hand to point as best she could, she exclaimed, "gleash!". Hunter's brow scrunched. But by following where she was pointing, he figured it out. She still hadn't explained her lack of clothes, her penis gag, or her handcuffs - not to mention her explosive, unassisted orgasm. But unlike her former, indecent proposal of sex, this was a task he could perform in the company of his guests.

"Your spare keys?" he asked, pulling hers off the hook and handing it to her, "I also have your apartment key around here somewhere if you need it.”

Finally able to perform a useful service for her, he took off across the apartment to retrieve her other key from the kitchen. While he rummaged around in a drawer full of junk making little progress, one of the guests - the deep-voiced one - spoke.

"So, Michelle, if you're here for Xbox night, you can be on my team," he offered, "any friend of Hunter's is a friend of mine!"

Michelle couldn’t bring herself to turn back and face the group. Because of her suggestive posture, the firm muscles of her bottom were permanently flexed. The boys in the room were quite happy to be shown this new angle of her body. She could feel their eyes roaming all over her heavenly, naked ass.

Surfer boy jumped into the conversation, "Hey, no fair calling 'dibs'. I think we should take turns with her. I'll flip you to go first!"

Under different circumstances, Michelle might have been flattered by their offer. But because she was wearing a penis gag instead of clothes, and with salvation now literally in her grasp, and another orgasm slowly building inside her still horny body, she was desperate to end this uncomfortable encounter and get out of there. Deciding it wasn't even worth waiting around for Hunter to possibly find her other key, she shouldered the front door open and hurried away.

When he saw she had suddenly left, Hunter scrambled to put on his shoes and chase after her, calling out her name. But Michelle had a decent head start and was too embarrassed to respond to his calls by slowing down. Assuming she had come from her apartment, he ran after her in that direction. He never even thought to look toward the forest.

When she reached the trailhead, Michelle hesitated to enter it because of the trying ordeal that awaited her. Though wasn't looking forward to those leaves, she knew this was the only way back to her car. If not for her spare key, she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Not about to drop it this time, she squeezed her hand firmly around the key and proceeded.

Though they still ached from the exertion, her calves were much happier to be going downhill than up. But they were joined by the muscles in her jaw which had been held open too long by the fully inserted, penis gag. Even if she could put both of those out of her mind, the ache in her still seized pussy was harder to ignore.

As the forest closed in around her, every branch she passed stretched out its curious leaves to caress her naked body once again. Within minutes, she was a quivering mess. Like a specter haunting the forest, she moaned and groaned down the hill as the constant stimulation on her tender breasts remained just strong enough to tease her while being too gentle to bring her to her peak.

Hounded all the way down by the memory of her humiliating performance, only the feeling of the spare key in her palm gave her the strength to keep going. And when she did finally emerge from the forest, she practically screamed with elation and did a jiggling, happy dance in the clearing.

Rushing over to her car, she pressed the button and squealed with delight when the doors unlocked as commanded. Her heart pounding, she opened the door and saw her spare handcuff key sitting in the passenger's seat. Forcing herself to slow down and concentrate to avoid making any more mistakes, she sat down and blindly stretched out her hand behind her back. Pinching the small, stubby key with trembling fingers, she stood up beside her car and carefully inserted it into the lock. And with an anticlimactic click, the cuffs simply released her wrists.

In a flash, her finally freed, right hand, plunged into her womanhood. Collapsing to her knees, and mashing her face into the wet grass, she was cumming around her fingers within seconds. While she pistoned her fingers in and out of her aching pussy, her other hand stayed busy alternating between each of her breasts and finally massaging the extreme pain out of her nipples.

The woman in the forum had been right. Although her naked, bound hike had taken her places she didn't intend to go, she was now cumming ten times harder than she had ever cum in her life. But it wasn't just the power of her orgasm that surprised her. Her euphoria also went on for several minutes. Every time she thought she was finished, another wave would start building and she would cry out again.

Even when she did stand back up on wobbly legs, it wasn't because she was necessarily finished masturbating. She just felt like her arousal had finally been tempered to a level where she could function again, and she fully intended to finish the job once she got home. It wasn't until she went to brush the grass out of her hair and face that she realized she was still wearing her cocksucking trainer. Reaching behind her ear, she easily loosened the cinch. As the well-lubricated gag slid out of her mouth and she worked the aching muscles of her jaw back and forth, she felt another rush of relief.

After getting dressed and using the headlights to collect her keychain from the storm grate, Michelle took off her shoes and drove home barefoot. As she trudged up to her apartment, she berated herself for believing she could get rid of her curse so easily. It had tricked her, using her hubris to strip her naked and lead her straight into Hunter's arms just to prove who was really in control.

She entered her apartment intending to take a quick shower and change into something comfy. But as she was removing her dress, she saw her bed. Suddenly feeling exhausted, she collapsed into it, wearing just her panties, and was asleep within seconds.

All through the night, despite her exhaustion and discouragement, her body's needs repeatedly roused her from slumber. She would groan awake in response to a powerful spasm between her legs and resume pleasuring herself. Once she had satisfied her demanding body with another orgasm, she would immediately fall back into a deep sleep. She awoke late the next morning, curled up into a ball in the middle of her bed. And while she had aches and pains all over her body, and no clue how many orgasms she had given herself in the night, she was relieved that, at least the painful spasms in her pussy had finally ended.

Stretching the stiffness out of her legs by extending them straight caused her to groan. They had been called upon to perform far beyond their usual duties, and now she was paying the price for hiking up and down Lake Hill in heels. The groan itself caused her jaw to ache which led to another groan. Entering the bathroom and seeing herself in the mirror prompted her third groan of the morning.

Her makeup was smeared and her hair a tangled mess. At some point in the night, she had wrestled her panties off. She looked every bit like someone who had just engaged in a night of vigorous lovemaking, even though it had just been with herself.

Carefully washing the makeup off her face and lips, she stepped into the shower and let the hot water soothe her aching muscles. She wanted nothing more than to put on some comfy pajamas and sleep off the rest of the day. But there was still one mess she had to clean up.

Drying her hair and putting it into a sensible ponytail, she dressed in a casual, Saturday outfit. The tennis shoes she had originally picked out for her naked hike were still waiting for her beside the door. Slipping them on, and tying them into place, she headed outside.

In a traditional walk of shame, after a night of debauchery, a girl will walk home still dressed in the same outfit she had been wearing the night before. Michelle was doing her walk of shame in reverse. She was walking to Hunter's apartment, the scene of her sexual misdeeds, having already changed out of her sexy date clothes.

All the way there, she tried to figure out what she was going to say to him. What excuse could she give to explain herself? She could never admit that the whole thing, doing her hair and makeup to look as sexy as possible, wearing fuck-me heels and nothing else, cuffing her hands behind her back, and inserting a thick penis gag into her mouth - that it had all been her idea, and hers alone. She had already denied being under the influence of drugs. But perhaps she could lie and say her friends had put her up to it, that she had lost a bet or something. Or maybe her predicament had been the result of a bad date gone wrong. Or she had done it on a dare...

Reaching his door, she still hadn't decided what she was going to say. Seeing the doorbell camera made her blush all over again. Had Hunter watched the recording yet of her arriving last night, extremely aroused and dressed in nothing? Had he watched her bend over, buck naked with her gorgeous, heavy boobs hanging down to frame her shaved pussy and curse straight into the camera? Had he saved it for future entertainment? Had he shown it to his guests? As she was pondering those embarrassing questions, the door opened.

"I guess you got home safely," said Hunter casually, noting her change of attire and glancing down her body. Michelle had intentionally worn shapeless, baggy clothes that covered as much skin as possible for this encounter. Even a bra and shirt had not been enough to hide her still, concerningly stiff, nipples that morning. She had added a sweatshirt just to keep them from poking through.

But no matter how many layers she put on, she felt like he could still see right through her shapeless outfit and recall every, sensual curve she had exhibited for him and his friends last night. Still unsure what excuse she was going to use, she stood at attention with her chin up, held out her

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