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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER SIX
The usual: This story is for people over 18. If you're under 18, go
away. It is also complete and utter fiction. People behaving like the
characters herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere that is
free, and may not be posted anywhere that requires a fee.
The background: This is the fifth story in the saga of Tiffany
Daniels, and it will make more sense if you read the others first. The
first four are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text
Repository, under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and depends
on your donations to keep operating. I do not make a dime off it. I also
do not have the first four, so while I am happy to hear from (and
correspond) with fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier
stories.
Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the fucking, it's
about the mind-fucking.
CHAPTER SIX
THE ONE WITH THE HELTER SKELTER
Snake told the guys in no uncertain terms that the show was over, and
they left, grumbling and adjusting their crotches. He gave Tiffany the
dress, and she struggled into it, still in a post-orgasmic semi-daze. She
got it on, but could barely get it buttoned.
When she was done, Snake was glad there was no mirror in the store
room, so the proud girl could not see how trashy she looked. She was
disheveled from her climax, her hair mussed, her eyes a little wild. And
the sundress that had been a little snug on Lisa was absolutely obscene
on Tiffany, who was several inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than the
younger pixie. The hemline barely covered her ass and crotch, and the
buttons that went up the front were fastened, but straining, right on the
verge of popping. There were large gaps between the button holes where
stretches of bare flesh were visible. The incredibly thin, nearly
transparent fabric was pulled taut all over her body, stretched thinly
across her nipples, which poked straight out through the dress, across
her flat, smooth belly, and stretched nearly to the breaking point across
the rounded curves of her delicious young ass. The effect was actually
worse than being naked, Snake thought; it was like walking around with a
huge sign saying "I'm a cheap, worthless slut." He smiled.
"What do you think of our girl, Lisa?" he asked.
"Looks like the slut she is," Lisa offered.
"Hey!" Tiffany said. "When we get out of this store, aren't we going
back to me being the top and Lisa being the bottom? That was our deal,"
she whined.
"Yeah, I know it was, Tiff, but plans change," Snake said. "I'm making
this up as I go along. And to be honest, you're not much of a top. You
were letting me take the lead when we had Lisa in the collar, when you
should have had her jumping through hoops."
"Well, I was gonna," Tiffany pouted.
"Woulda shoulda coulda," Snake taunted. "I think in fairness I ought
to give Lisa a chance to be a top for a little bit, and see which one of
you girls is the more natural top and which is the natural bottom."
"That's not fair," Tiffany shot back, but she could feel that her will
was nowhere near as strong as Snake's. And anyway, she was still wearing
the collar.
Unexpectedly, Snake began singing softly.
"When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide/
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride/
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
"Helter Skelter, baby," he said to Tiffany. "An old Beatles tune.
Charlie Manson got his hands on it and fucked it all up, and I don't
really know what the hell they were singing about in the first place. But
it reminds me of you. You think you're on top, but you're really just
headin' down the slide for the bottom. And every time you think you're
gonna be on top, the bottom is your destiny."
Lisa walked over to Snake and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his face
down. She whispered into his ear. Tiffany started to step forward to
break it up, but snake held the remote out in front of him just pointed
at her, and she stopped. Snake listened to Lisa's whispered suggestion,
and as he listened, a smile broke out on his face.
"Damn, girl!" he said when she was done. "You got a fuckin' nasty
streak in you."
"What? What?" Tiffany demanded. She could feel the balance of power
shifting, sense how shaky her position was.
"Lisa has suggested a little, uh, test for you, Tiffany. If you pass
the test, she will go back to being your slave for the week, just like
the original plan. If you fail the test, then you will be HER slave for
the week, starting right now in the mall."
"What's the test?" Tiffany asked, her heart pounding with rising
anxiety. Lisa hated her, and had good reason to enact a terrible revenge.
"I'll tell you in a little bit. Wait here, and I'll be back in a
minute." He handed Lisa the remote. "You're not out of the woods yet,
Bullets. I can change my mind in a second, and put that collar back on
you, and call all those boys back here and rig up an impromptu game of
"Guess What's in Your Pussy." You want to play that, Doc?"
"I don't know what the fuck it is, but it sounds good!" Doc said
eagerly. He had been hoping that this time, with two foxy little sluts in
his store, he was going to bone one of them, but this Snake dude was
obviously the alpha male, and Doc was just going along.
Snake left, headed back into the mall, and Lisa, Tiffany and Doc stood
in the backroom, looking at one another.
"Doc, I need a quick word with you in private," Lisa said, motioning
to the big guy. She kept her eyes on Tiffany and her finger on the
remote. "Sit. Stay," she ordered the older girl, just like a dog. Tiffany
found a storage box and sat down, realizing that the tiny dress rode up
all the way to her waist when she sat, completely exposing her pussy. The
egg, meanwhile, continued to buzz inside her, and the vibrations were
making it hard for her to think about anything except sex.
Lisa and Doc huddled, with Lisa doing all the talking. Doc nodded, and
Lisa walked over to Tiffany's purse, pulled out her wallet, and yanked
out all the cash.
"Hey!" said Tiffany.
"Shut up!" Lisa barked, and zapped Tiffany with the remote. The
electricity in the collar hit the girl like a ton of bricks, so hard she
toppled off the box and lay on the concrete floor. Lisa kept the button
mashed down as Tiffany's body convulsed with pain. It was so total and
overwhelming she couldn't even scream, just make little throttled noises
in her throat. Finally, smiling cruelly, little Lisa stopped the torture.
Tiffany gasped for breath as Lisa handed Doc $100 of Tiffany's money.
"Let me tell you what I just did, you worthless cunt," Lisa hissed.
"See that surveillance camera?" She pointed to the corner of the ceiling.
"My friend Doc is going to make a copy of that tape and give it to me for
$100. That's $100 of your money, but Doc doesn't care. No matter what
happens today with you and me and Snake, I'm gonna have a copy of that
video of you naked, surrounded by horny boys calling you a ho, and
cumming your fool head off. And if you don't do as you're told, I'll
start by giving the video to your dickhead boyfriend Hayden so he can see
what a cum-whore you really are. And then I'll distribute it to every boy
at Daniels."
Tiffany heard the words, so similar to what she had heard before.
Blackmail, threats, a video of her in a compromising position. Her
teachers had done this to her, and her cousin, and a sheriff, and each
time she had yielded because she had no choice. She wanted to fight back
against her nemesis, but how could she? Her old habits took over.
"Alright," she said simply, and bowed her head.
"Hey!" Doc spoke up. "Since Snake is gone for a few minutes, how about
if take a shot at the whore?" he asked Lisa.
The young cheerleader considered it. "Well, she's got that egg stuck
up her cunt, and Snake probably doesn't want it taken out. I suppose you
could use her mouth, but you better be quick about it. I don't want Snake
to come back and see you using his sex-toy without his permission."
"Hey, I'm so horny I'll probably shoot in about 10 seconds," Doc said,
unzipping his black jeans while he spoke and hauling out his erection.
"This is the second time I've had to watch this little cock-teaser prance
around the place naked, and I mean to get me some. C'mere, bitch!" He
reached out and grabbed Tiffany by the arm, and forced her to her knees.
She started to protest, but knew there was no point. Lisa had the
remote control to the dog collar and enjoyed using it. If she tried to
run, she'd be lying on the floor writhing in pain before she got 10 feet.
And if she screamed, there was always the surveillance video. She
shuddered at the prospect of what sweet Hayden would think if see it.
Obediently, she opened her mouth, and Doc rammed the full length of his
cock straight in, right past her lips, over her tongue and against the
back of her throat.
Tiff started to gag on the thick monster, but fought back the urge.
The best thing to do was to make the creep spew quickly and get it over
with. Her fellatio instincts, honed over so many involuntary blowjobs,
took over, and she reached out her right hand and began stroking the
small part of the base of his cock that was outside her lips. She started
sucking as hard as she could, running her tongue up and down the
underside of his thick, veiny shaft.
"Ohhh, yeah, you cheap little slut, that is so fuckin' great. Suck me
off, cheer-cunt, suck me off!" Doc moaned. He grabbed her wavy blonde
hair in each of his meaty hands and began seriously fucking his cock down
her throat. Lisa watched the scenario with a smile and an evil lust in
her eyes. What a trip, she thought. Starting out the day under Tiffany's
thumb, and now standing here watching the bitch suck off some sleazebag
clerk in a backroom at the mall. Life is good, Lisa thought.
"Swallow it all, bitch!" Doc ordered after just a couple minutes. Sure
enough, it hadn't taken him long to reach orgasm, and he knew, deep down,
that it was probably best if Snake didn't catch him using Tiffany this
way. Snake was obviously a guy who liked to run his own show, and not
have other people horning in.
"I'm gonna shoot! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Doc's dick erupted in Tiffany's 17-
year-old mouth, spewing a massive load of cum straight into the back of
her throat. Of all the blowjobs she had been forced to give, Tiffany had
never known anyone to cum so much; it felt like a bucket full. She
swallowed, and again, and again, gulping frantically. The swallowing
motion of her beautiful throat, where Doc's pulsing dick was lodged,
milked the bulbous head of his cock, sending him into paroxysms of
pleasure.
Finally, he pulled his dick slowly from his mouth. Tiffany licked her
lips, making sure none of his greasy semen remained in sight. Suddenly,
she was aware again of the egg in her pussy, buzzing, buzzing, making her
hornier by the minute. It was if sucking the cock had triggered something
in her, and now some primal part of her being felt it was her turn to
cum.
Snake sauntered into the back room holding two huge "Big Gulp" size
cups of Coke. He took one look at Tiffany, still on her knees licking her
lips, and Doc, red-faced and panting, and knew what had happened.
"Tiffany, did you blow Doc?" he asked.
"Yeah, but he made me!" Tiffany whined.
"Whatever," Doc shrugged. "Jeez, I'm gone five fuckin' minutes and
you've got a dick in your mouth. You're the biggest fuckin' whore I've
seen in my life, and believe me, at my bar, I've seen some crack-whores
come in and do a whole room full of guys for $5 each."
"But he made me!" Tiffany repeated. "I didn't want to."
"Here, wash the taste out of your mouth, babe," Doc said, handing her
one of the giant Cokes. Tiffany realized she was terribly thirsty after
the long, degrading spectacle she had been put through. She slurped at
the straw, greedily drinking the soft drink, while Lisa drank hers.
"We gotta roll, ladies," Snake announced. He shooks hands with Doc,
and whispered something to him; Doc smiled and nodded and gave Snake a
thumbs up. Snake got between the two high school girls, put an arm around
the waist of each, and walked them out of the store and into the mall.
Tiffany had forgotten how she was dressed, but she remembered the
second she was in the crowded mall. The transparent dress, way too tight
for her voluptuous frame, caused a sensation, as virtually every guy in
eyesight ogled her, whistled at her, or came over to check her out. It
was soon hard to walk, as a crowd of about 20 young men surrounded the
trio.
"Hey, ho, you lookin' like you want some dick!" called a black
teenager, and his buddies all laughed. She felt something behind her,
realized it was a hand on the hem of her dress, lifting it up, exposing
her naked ass to however many boys were back there. She heard laughter
and whistled, and felt the cold of the air-conditioned air on her butt as
the hem was lifted all the way to her waist.
"Man, we gotta get you better dressed," Snake said. "Let's duck in
here." It was a huge sporting goods mega-store, one that stretched as
wide as several stores and went back as far as the eye could see. Tiffany
could only see the racks of athletic shoes near the front and lining the
walls, and wasn't sure how this would help. But she was grateful when
Snake pulled himself up to his full height and addressed the throng of
grabby boys with authority. "Boys, we'll catch you later. Move on. Now."
They grumbled, but did as they were told.
"Finish your Coke, Tiff," Snake said as they walked through the
sporting goods store. "I'll buy you a present."
He went to a display rack that held exercise clothes and picked up a
pair of white spandex bicycle shorts. "Would you like these?"
God, yes, Tiffany thought. Then at least her pussy and ass wouldn't be
on display to everyone in the mall. It would be a huge improvement in
modesty!
"Yes, sir!" she gushed, wanting Snake to buy them for her.
"Here, why don't you try these on?" he said, holding out a pair.
"Well, these are a size small," Tiffany said, "and I hate to admit it,
but for something like bike shorts, I need a Large. I'm, uh, not real
tiny, in case you hadn't noticed."
Snake ogled her voluptuous curves, her well-rounded ass and 36C
breasts. Tiffany knew he had noticed.
"I would like to see you in a Small," Snake said simply, and looked
straight into Tiffany's eyes. "So why don't you shut the fuck up about
what you want, and do what I want."
Tiffany shuddered. "Where's the dressing room?" she asked.
"Put 'em on right here," Snake growled, clearly growing impatient with
her stalling and questioning.
The teenager looked around, and saw a couple of male clerks several
yards away helping other customers. Despite her provocative outfit, they
had not seen her come in. She stepped behind the carousel rack of bike
shorts, bit her lip with anxiety, and stepped into the white shorts.
Wiggling sexily, she got them up over her knees, but began to slow down
as she pulled them up her thighs. When the waist band was just at the
bottom of her blond pussy, she began tugging harder, then harder still,
but couldn't budge them upward more than a fraction of an inch.
"They won't go up any more."
"Sure they will, whore," Snake said. "You're just not trying hard
enough. Here, take a really deep breath and suck your stomach in and hold
it."
She did as she was told, and the dark bar-owner grabbed the elastic
top of the shorts at each side, bunching the material in his fists. Then
he yanked up with all his strength. The shorts moved upward. He yanked
again, and again, and they slid up over the gorgeous globes of her ass,
until they the crotch of the shorts was firmly pressed up against her
labia.
"Ohmigod, these things are so tight I can't even breathe," Tiffany
complained. She was still sucking her little tummy in as hard as she
could.
Snake lifted the hem of the sundress and pointed at Tiffany's pussy,
for Lisa's benefit. "Check it out, Lisa. See how you can see the outline
of her lips pressing right through the fabric. That's called a Cameltoe.
There's guys on the Internet who devote whole web pages to girls in
really tights panties and exercise clothes that you can see the outline
of their pussy lips."
"Do I have to wear these?" Tiffany asked.
"You bet you do, whore. You wanted to get covered up, and now you're
covered up. But I got a plan on how to release a little of the pressure.
Trust me, I won't hurt you if you hold very, very still."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out small knife. Kneeling down
in front of her, he touched the knife to the front of the bike shorts,
right over her clit.
Tiffany, suddenly seized with fear, couldn't help herself. She
flinched, took a step back, and crossed her hands over her pussy. My God,
he had a knife right there!
"Let me do this, Tiff-whore, or I'll call those clerks over here and
have them hold your arms behind your back while I do it anyway. Now if
you'd just stop and think for a minute with that pretty blonde head of
yours, you'd know that the last thing I want to do is cut you and have
you bleeding all over the floor in a fucking mall. That brings mall
security, and cops, which is the last thing I want. Now drop those hands
and hold still."
Trembling, Tiffany did as she was told. She realized this horror was
never going to end, that Snake was worse than any of the dominant males,
the tops, who had put her through various paces. She felt the point of
the knife pierce the thin white Spandex of the bike shorts, and for an
instant, felt the cold steel blade brush ever so lightly against her
pink, puffy labia. But Snake was true to her word, and she was not cut.
Instead, he began gently sawing downward, cutting the bike shorts open in
a thin vertical slash that ran exactly over her own gash, then continuing
between her legs until he reached her asshole.
Instantly Tiffany felt the most amazing thing. Her labia popped right
through the thin tear in the fabric! It was so weird to be covered up
down there, except for the lips of her pussy, which were now poking out,
exposing all her inner charms. She knew it must look horrible and
obscene, like the girls in one of those nasty magazines her cousins read
like "Hustler."
"Jeez, that is so nasty lookin'!" Lisa exclaimed. "She's all poofin'
out!"
"I don't know, I kinda like it," Snake said, examining his handiwork.
"It sure draws the eye. Look at it this way, Tiff. Nobody's gonna be
starin' at your tits when you walk around like that."
"I gotta go pee!" Tiffany announced.
"Oh, hey, Lisa, we forgot to tell the whore what her little challenge
was," Snake said, winking at Lisa. "You know that Coke I gave you? I
stopped at the drugstore on the way back to the clothing store and bought
a diuretic, and dumped the whole thing into the Coke. A diuretic is a
drug that people with high blood pressure take to help them urinate more.
It won't hurt you, but on a healthy youngster like yourself with a
bladder full of Coke, it's gonna make you want to pee so bad you'll feel
like you're about to explode."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Tiffany whined. Here she was in a see-
through dress and white bike shorts with the crotch cut out, her poor
little pussy exposed to any man who wanted to see, being tormented with
bladder control torture by some guy she'd only met this morning! Was
Snake right? Was Helter Skelter her destiny?
"Cause we love ya, babe!" Snake said sarcastically, and he and Lisa
both burst into laughter. "And don't blame me. This was this little slut-
doggie's idea, back in the clothing store." Lisa smiled coldly at
Tiffany.
"So all you gotta do is win this challenge is go for one hour without
going to the bathroom. And since you're such a whiner, you can't even
ask, or mention it, or nothing. If you go the whole hour without a peep,
then Lisa goes back to being your bitch, and you can think up something
for her to do. But if you can't hold it or if you say anything at all
about finding a bathroom, then Lisa owns your sleazy ass. And I wouldn't
want to be Lisa's slave if I were you!"
Tiffany realized now what was up with the bicycle shorts. Snake had
deliberately tricked her into putting on the smallest pair, knowing that
they would exert a constant pressure on her bladder, almost like a
tightly-laced corset. She could feel the Spandex pressing on her tummy
already, and her bladder hurt. She didn't even know what kind of drug
she'd been tricked into taking, but she knew her own body, and there was
no way a Coke, even a big one, could make her want to pee this fast. How
could she last an hour like this? But she had to, she told herself, she
would just force herself, so that she could re-establish her dominance
over Lisa Boulet.
"Hey, look!" said Lisa, pointing toward the rear of the storm. "A
rock-climbing wall."
They turned and saw it, set back in an alcove at the rear of the
store, where the ceiling extended two stories high. It had fake stone
handholds jutting out, and a complicated contraption of harnesses and
pulleys dangled down from the ceiling. "I think Tiffany needs to go rock-
climbing," Lisa said. Snake smiled. Tiffany shook her head no, over and
over, but already a clerk was coming over, drawn by the noise they were
making, and catching sight of Tiffany's slut attire and dog collar.
"May I help you?" the young man said, very friendly, and with his eyes
nearly popping out of his head.
"My friend Tiffany wants to go rock-climbing," she said sweetly.
"Don't you, Tiffany?"
She didn't. Oh God she did not want to do it, because she knew she
wouldn't just be climbing that wall, she'd be strapped into that harness,
with her pussy hanging out for all the world to see, and pretty much
helpless. And Oh God she needed to pee so bad!
She looked at Lisa, then at Snake, trying to plead with her eyes.
Don't make me do this, don't make me do this, she was thinking. They both
laughed. "Yeah, she's kinda shy about talking," he told the clerk,
"although she's not shy in other ways, as you can see! Come on, babe,
let's get you up on that wall!"
Everything was happening so fast for Tiffany. The clerk had lowered
the harness to her level, and soon the other clerk was there, and the two
of them had her strapped in. A big wide belt went around her ribs, just
under her boobs, and she saw the two young men smiling and making faces
at each other as they brushed against her erect nipples in the thin
dress. That strap was attached to two smaller ones, which went around
each thigh, midway between the crotch and the knee. The guys - Pete and
Mike, their nametags read - were so close to her protruding labia she
could feel their breath on her tender skin, but neither said a word, as
if commenting on the incredible scene would somehow make it vanish.
She couldn't even speak. She just stood there, mutely, while they
quickly adjusted the straps. She looked straight ahead, as if this wasn't
happening to her.
Finally the one named Pete, a boy about her age, spoke up. "Uh, I
don't want to be rude," he said tentatively, "but are we like on Candid
Camera or something?"
"No, this is more like a game of Truth or Dare," Snake said. "And
Tiffany here is in the Dare portion, which means she has to climb the
rock wall, even though she isn't dressed very modestly."
"No shit!" Mike blurted, and the two boys laughed. "But our manager is
on break, so I guess it's cool. That's outfit is fuckin' awesome!" he
said to Tiffany.
The cheerleader didn't know how to answer. "Uh, thanks," she said.
"Could we just get this over with?" She knew she was going to have to
climb the damn rock wall no matter what, and she just wanted to get out
of the store, and figure out a way to sneak to the girls bathroom and
relieve herself. As if the tight bike shorts weren't bad enough, the
little egg-shaped sex toy that was inside her pussy was continuing to
vibrate, and the vibrations were rattling through her entire pelvic
region, jostling her pull, full bladder.
"Sure thing," Mike said, and he showed Tiffany how to place her feet
on the fake outcroppings that were low to the ground, and how to hold on
to the hand-holds that were placed above them. "Now don't worry if you
lose your grip, that's what the harness is for," Mike said. We'll catch
you." He and Pete each held onto the ropes that dangled down, ropes which
went up to the high ceiling, wrapped over pulleys, and came back down to
the harnesses wrapped around Tiffany's ribcage and thighs.
"Up you go!" Snake said with a grin, and Tiffany began to climb. She
forced her mind to focus on the rock wall, on keeping her grip. She
blotted out all thoughts of her aching bladder, her buzzing twat, her
obscene dress, and the view that everyone must have of her. Get up the
wall and back down, she told herself. Up, then back down.
She was halfway up to 20-foot-wall, and her arms and legs were
beginning to ache slightly from the exertion, when she became aware of
more noise than she had heard before. She looked down, and saw about 20
boys and men gathered on the ground under her, all of them looking
straight up. And she knew exactly what they were looking at, the
perverts!
"Hey, Tiff!" Snake called to her. "Lisa went out into the mall and
invited some guys to come in and see the show. Hope you don't mind!"
"Nice shorts!" a middle-aged man called out, and the crowd laughed.
"You need any help?" called another male. Soon the men were calling out,
jeering, making obscene suggestions about what they would like to do to
Tiffany when she got back down. Oh God, she told herself, just get up the
wall and back down. Just keep climbing!
The vibrating egg inside her pussy continued to buzz, and it felt to
the poor girl as if it was pressing right against her bladder. She forced
herself to squeeze all the muscles in her pelvis region as tightly as she
could, to keep her pee from accidentally leaking out. But this had the
unforeseen effect of clamping down on the egg, which seemed even bigger
and more powerful when she squeeze her cunt around it! No matter what she
did, it seemed as if her situation got worse and worse.
"Hey!" she heard a voice from below. "The cunt dripped on me! There's
something drippin' out of her!"
"Oh, gross!" someone else hooted.
"Listen up," Snake interrupted, "this is important." He turned to the
guy who had a big wet drop on his forehead. "Was that pee or pussy
juice?"
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" asked the guy.
"I need to know. Pee or pussy juice?" Snake repeated.
"Well, I wasn't fuckin' eatin' her out, so I got no idea!" The men all
laughed uproariously. Tiffany, perched above them and feeling as open and
vulnerable as she ever had in her life, burned with shame.
"Hey slut!" Snake yelled at her. "Was that piss or pussy juice? Cause
if it was piss, even a drop, you know what that means! But if it was
pussy juice, well, we understand you must be pretty turned on, showin'
your money-maker to all the guys, so we can forgive that."
Tiffany paused, but decided she could not bear answering him out loud.
She'd talk when she got down, and now she was almost to the top.
"Get me a step stool, quick!" Snake snapped at Pete, who dragged a
stool over immediately. Snake fished around in his cup of Coke, then
climbed on the step stool. With his arm extended, he could just reach the
teenager's exposed crotch. He reached out a finger and swiped it along
her exposed labia.
"EEEEEEE!" Tiffany shrieked. She had been concentrating solely on
climbing, and looking at her handholds, and the touch of the icy cold
finger on her distended pussy lips caught her completely by surprise. And
then came an even bigger surprise. Snake took the ice cube he had fished
out of the Coke, reached up and jammed it straight into Tiffany's tight
little asshole!
"AHHHHHH! Shit!" Tiffany yelled. The sudden intrusion of the freezing-
cold cube startled her so badly that she pulled her hands away from the
rock-climbing wall, and scrambled to pull the icy plug from her butthole.
And the second she did that, she fell away from the wall.
But because she was in harness, she only fell a couple of inches. But
the harness strap that was around her ribs was jerked upward as she fell,
and it slammed into the bottoms of her magnificent tits. The buttons on
the dress were fastened so precariously that two of them popped off
immediately, and the 17-year-old's beautiful breasts were exposed, in the
blink of an eye, popping right out of the top of the thin dress!
"Alriiiiight!" the guys gathered below Tiffany yelled, but she was so
disoriented by the horrible and sudden turn of events that she was barely
aware of what was happening. Then she realized she was suspended in
midair, her butt about 15 feet off the floor, her legs dangling, her
pussy open and exposed to the prying eyes of the perverts below, her tits
equally exposed.
"Fuck! Get me down!" Tiffany screeched, starting to panic.
"I don't know," Snake called, having climbed down from the step stool.
"Guys, should we let her down, or keep her up there and enjoy the view?"
"Keep her up there!" the men yelled in unison. "Damn, look at those
titties! They're humongous. Think those babies are implants or real?"
As bad as her position had been a moment ago, gravity was making it
even worse, Tiffany quickly realized. The two harnesses that wrapped
around her thighs had been pulled apart by the impact, and she was now
gaping open completely. The rip that Snake had made in her bike shorts
had torn even more, and now her poor vagina was spread wide by the angle
of her thighs. She knew that from the right angle, the men below could
look straight up into her most private spot.
"Please get me down! Please!" the trapped girl begged. She hung
helplessly, suspended in midair.
"Tell you what, slut!" Snake called out. "If you can do a perfect
splits, we'll let you down. You're a cheerleader, that shouldn't be
hard!" More laughter rebounded through the store.
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