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Some years ago, I dated a cute girl in her late teens named Angie. She was
of average height, with shoulder-length dark hair. And although she was a
little heavier than some, she remained a very pretty girl. Her best feature
however was her big, saggy, breasts.
Angie grew up with very conservative values. I'm sure that before we met,
she would never have dreamed she would one day end up baring her entire body
naked for strangers at my request.
There were a few incidents early in our relationship where I 'dared' her to
show off to strangers in public. You know the kind of harmless flashing that
girls do. I would coax her into flashing her tits as we drove in my car.
All this was very exciting, but I had never shown her off to anyone I knew
personally. I really got off on showing off Angie's big tits. I used to
watch when my friends came over how many times they stole a glance at my
gf's big chest.
One time, my friend Jeff and I were watching TV at my gf's apartment. Angie
was in the kitchen. She called out to us, "You guys want a drink?"
"Sure, great!" we replied.
Jeff said to me "This is great service." This gave me an idea. I went into
the kitchen where Angie was preparing a couple of drinks for us. I came up
behind her and started kissing her neck. She got into it and before she
knew what has happening, I had her shirt almost pulled off.
"What are you doing," she said in protest, "Jeff is here!"
"Don't worry," I said, "He can't see!" With that I pulled her shirt over
her head and completely off. I dropped it on the floor and went back to
kissing her. This time she was quite aware that I was undoing the 3 bra
clasps behind her back.
"He could walk in any second!" Angie protested.
"I know what I'm doing," I said.
I undid her bra and slipped it off her, releasing her tremendous soft D-cup
tits to the cool air of the kitchen. Her nipples immediately swelled. I
played with them with my fingers for a moment. Angie moaned softly as I
cupped her left breast in my hand and stuffed her nipple into my mouth.
I pointed to the 2 glasses on the counter. Angie turned and picked them up.
She extended the glasses to me to take them. I quickly moved behind her and
pushed her towards the living room door. Angie jammed on the breaks.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded.
"You're my slave girl today and you're going to serve us," I replied.
"Not like this I'm not!" she said and frantically searched the floor with
her eyes for her shirt. She lurched forward as I gave her another push. The
jolt made her big orbs jiggle. She crossed her arms as best she could while
still holding the drinks.
I took her head in my hands and planted a long kiss on her lips. I told her
how Jeff had confessed that he secretly longed to see her naked tits. I told
her what an amazing turn on it would be for me to see my gf topless in front
of my friend. And besides, I told her, he was my best friend! He wouldn't
tell a soul!
She stood motionless considering this. I took her shoulders and
turned her around to face the living room entrance again. I heard her
say 'I can't believe I'm doing this'. It took only a little force this time
to push her up to the door and through it.
As we walked I watched over her shoulder as Jeff came into view. His eyes
bugged out of his head at the sight of my gf wearing only a pair of shorts.
"Angie has something for you," I said. I quickly sat down in on the
couch and looked over my half-naked gf standing before us. Her face
was turning a lovely shade of red as she stood there holding 2 glasses.
She was holding them so as to cover - or try to cover her breasts. Jeff got
his first glance at her big, pink nipple as she extended her arm to hand him
a drink. She had to lean forward to pass him his glass which had the extra
benefit of letting her big, round tit hang away from her body. Jeff smiled
approvingly. Angie's face was SO red. The humiliation must have been
intense. The moment Jeff had his drink, Angie slapped her free hand over her
chest and managed to cover most
of her bare tits with one arm while she handed me my drink.
"Now THIS is what I call service!" Jeff said.
"Basicly Jeff," I said, "Angie is my girlfriend, and her body is my
property. If I want to show it off, it's my call."
The logic seemed appropriate at the time. Angie bought it anyway.
After Angie handed me my drink she quickly covered her big tits with
both her arms. She turned to leave.
"Stop," I said. Angie stopped. "Who's tits are those?" I asked pointing to
her pale white breasts.
Angie thought for a moment. All she wanted to do was scurry back into the
kitchen and end this humiliation. But at the same time, I could tell she
was getting turned on by all this attention.
"Yours," she said quietly. She was looking anywhere but at Jeff or me.
"And why did you serve us drinks topless?" I asked.
Angie shifted one arm to cover both breasts and covered her face with her
other hand. Even though she was facing us, she couldn't bare to look at us.
The embarrassment was killing her. "Because you told me to," she said.
"That's right. Now take your arm down," I said. Angie took her hand off her
face and covered her chest with it again. She looked away.
"Did you hear me, Angie? Take your hands away from your chest completely. In
fact put them behind your back," I told her.
Reluctantly, Angie put one hand behind her back leaving her arm across her
boobs. She knew what was next.
"Who's tits are those?" I asked her again.
"Yours," she said. She closed her eyes. Her cheeks were almost bright red.
I looked over at Jeff. His eyes were locked on Angie's chest.
"Take your arm and put it behind your back," I said calmly.
A moment passed. This was the moment of truth. She froze deciding what to
do.
"You wanna see 'em?" Angie asked, "Here." And with that, she dropped her
arm and placed both hands on her hips. For the first time in her life,
Angie was exposing herself to two men at the same time. Jeff and I gazed at
Angie's fully exposed, over-sized tits. Not a detail of her jugs could be
missed in the harsh light of the living room. Her shoulder-length dark hair
contrasted the pale-white of her fleshy boobs. Her pink nipples were like
rocks.
After a moment had passed. I said to Angie, "See, now that wasn't so
bad! How do you feel?"
"How the fuck do you think I feel?" she said in mock-sarcasm. "I'm standing
here half-naked in front of your friend!"
I decided to push my luck. "Put your hands behind your head," I told
her.
She rolled her eyes but raised her arms and placed them behind her head.
This had the effect of tightening her tits a little and making her feel even
more like she was on display.
"Can I go now?" she asked. I could tell she was secretly loving it.
I decided I had had enough fun for the moment and I let her go. Jeff and I
talked for a while. We talked about Angie, and her body. We talked about his
gf, and how she had much smaller tits. I asked him if his gf ever shaved
her pussy. He said that she did a bit. She trimmed it. And only in the
summer.
I called Angie back into the room. When she returned, I noticed she had put
her t-shirt back on.
"Did I say you could put that back on?" I asked.
This time, with only a loud sigh as protest, Angie pulled the shirt up and
over her head, re-exposing herself to us.
"Give me the shirt, 'cause you won't be needing it anytime soon," I said.
Angie handed me the shirt and this time, she put her hands in her pockets,
not bothering to try to cover herself. I could tell she had more confidence
now. I suspected she had been listening to our conversation, and was a
little more eager now to do my bidding.
"Tell Jeff what we did last night," I said.
Angie looked at Jeff and said, "We took a bath together. So?"
"And what did I shave?" I asked.
Angie's eyes grew big. She shot me a look. "What do you mean?" she said.
"You can tell him, or show him," I said. Angie thought for a moment. "He
shaved me," she said quietly.
"Pardon?" said Jeff, getting in on the act.
Angie looked away. The redness returned to her face. "He shaved my pussy!"
she said.
"Come here," I told her. Angie slowly walked over to me. She stood in front
of me, between the couch and the coffee table. I reached up to unfasten her
shorts. She immediately grabbed my hands. I looked up at her with a blank
expression. She looked back at me and slowly - very slowly, dropped her
hands.
"Fine," she said, "You want to see me panities? Go ahead!" She knew
damn well what I had in mind. But she tried to save some face by
pretending I wasn't about to show off her cunt.
I continued to unzip the fly on her shorts and let them drop to the floor.
Angie was now standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of
white-flowered panties.
"These are nice," I said snapping the elastic waistband, "Are these new?"
Angie did not answer.
I took her hips and turned her to face Jeff who was sitting at the other end
of the couch. Then, I took her hands and placed them on the waistband of
her panties and sat back.
"Take them off," I said. "Show Jeff what a good job I did shaving your
bush!"
Angie didn't move. I moved my legs so they rested on the coffee table with
Angie between them, preventing her from leaving.
"No way," she said, "I am NOT going to stand here naked in front of you
two!"
She didn't move. We waited. She knew that if she did this - if she stripped
nude for us she could never undo it. Jeff could would always know exactly
what she looked like naked. Angie's fingers figited in the elastic of her
panties. Slowly, very slowly, Angie pulled the elastic waistband down
exposing her ass to me. Then she pulled them back up.
"I'm not doing this," she said. I said nothing. a few moments passed. Angie
agonized over the decision. Finally, she slowly peeled her white panties
down over her ass, over her hips, and continued to bend over, slowly pulling
them down until they reached her knees. Her big nude tits hung away from her
body in an almost pornographic pose. She released her panties and let them
drop to the floor. She stood up covering her box with her
hands. Her eyes were shut tight. I reached out and gently pulled her hands
away from her pussy.
Jeff's jaw dropped. His eyes danced all over my now-naked gf standing before
us. I dropped my legs so Jeff could get a full view of my naked gf. Her
pussy was indeed shaved. There was only a small strip about 2 inches wide of
dark-brown pubic hair above her smooth pussy-lips.
No one spoke. I could hear Angie's breathing. It was very hard. I noticed
her hand was shaking - ever so slightly. Her head was turned away. She
wasn't smiling. She was completely humiliated.
"Nice." Jeff said, breaking the silence. Angie didn't smile. I began to
touch Angie's naked body. I told Jeff how I decided how much hair to trim.
As I spoke, I traced my finger over her pussy, showing where her pubic
triangle had previously ended. I took my time.
"Feel how smooth this is," I said to Jeff running my fingers gently over the
shaved area beside her small tuft of curly pubic hair.
Jeff hesitated, and then reached out and stroked his fingers over the shaved
area. "Smooth," he said.
Finally, I looked up at my nervous gf. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Ya," she replied. Something had changed. She was more relaxed now. She even
smiled. "Are you guys done?" she asked. It was as if something had snapped
inside her. Like all of a sudden, she decided it didn't matter that she was
standing there naked. "Should I bother getting dressed?" she asked in a
sarcastic tone. She looked at Jeff.
"Uh..Hey, whatever," stammered Jeff.
And then she surprised the hell out of us both. She lifted her leg and put
her foot on the coffee table, spreading her legs.
"You never answered, Jeff. What do you think of my pussy?" she asked. I was
completely floored! Angie was now playing the game. She reached up and
cupped her big white tits with her hands squeezing them together. "And my
big tits? Do you like them?" she asked.
"Uh.. ya! They're great!" Jeff said nervously. He had no idea what was
happening or about the change in Angie's personality.
"I see you looking at them all the time," she said looking him straight in
the eye. "I'm glad you finally got a chance to see them."
I was dumbfounded. For the first time, I had nothing to say. Suddenly my
sweet gf whom I had enjoyed manipulating was turning into a slut!
Instead of grabbing her cloths and running from the room as I expected, she
sat down between us on the couch and watched TV for a while. She left the
room eventually, but when she returned, she was still completely naked!
From then on, things were different. It wasn't uncommon for instance, when I
had Jeff over for Angie to walk through the living room after a shower
wearing nothing but a towel on her head. One sunny afternoon, the 3 of us
suntanned nude in my backyard.
That night I remember giving Angie the fucking of a lifetime. It was wild.
We were both so turned on. I can still recall her whispers in my ear as I
pounded her pussy: "Did you like when I showed my big tits to your friend?
Do you like it that I spread my legs and showed him my pussy? Do you think
Jeff liked my cunt? Do you want me to fuck him next time? Or maybe strip
for him and suck your best friend's cock? Would you like to see that? Would
you like to see me sucking Jeff's dick while you fuck me from behind? I
will you know. You can make me do anything. You can strip me in public if
you want. Show off my big fat tits. Or suck off every on of your friend's
dicks and swallow their cum! Maybe you want them to cum on my face instead?
Ten guys shooting their loads on my face while I kneel before them,
absolutly naked. Mmmmmm... I love getting fucked... I love knowing Jeff has
seen me completely, absolutely, bare-ass naked. I bet he jerks-off thinking
about my cunt. The cunt you're fucking right now..."
Angie had taken the first step into becoming the slut I wanted her to be.
Anyone with comments or similar stories of training your gf, feel free to
email me:
pizzalord@hotmail.com
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