Literotic asexstories – Jenna Improvement Program Ch. 08 by Jennanymph,Jennanymph
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS DEPICTED ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
THE STORY SO FAR: Dr. Truce has sent teen redhead Jenna Trane to run errands at the mall in a compromising outfit in the hopes of improving her confidence and helping her lose her virginity to a boy. Instead, Jenna bumped into her friend, Maria, who humiliated her at Claire’s before forcing her into a threesome with an employee at the Bikini Hut.
Author’s Note: This chapter is on the shorter and lighter side after the last installment. If you like it and want more, you can check out the earlier chapters of Jenna’s exploits (if you haven’t already). This chapter focuses more on feet, humiliation, and public sex, among others. I’ve kept it in the BDSM category so it’s with the other chapters, though it’s admittedly a little lighter on that theme. As always, the story is fictional and fairly unrealistic. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 8
Jenna looked cautiously around as she followed her friend, Maria, out of the Bikini Hut. It wasn’t unusual for teenagers to skulk out of the store. The Bikini Hut was known for its more risqué fashion offerings, and many teens were worried their parents, friends, or even other mall-goers might judge them for shopping there. But the skinny redhead had more reason than most to be worried. Jenna was about to steal a swimsuit. Or depending how you thought about it, she had already stolen it. You see, Jenna Trade had a yellow, t-string microkini stuffed deep in her ass.
This was not the first time Jenna had had clothing inside of her. The last time had been a few days ago, when she hid a torn thong and bralette inside her vagina after gymnastics practice. When she had done it then, Jenna had felt naughty and aroused. Jenna had expected to feel the same thrill she had felt that day. But now, all she felt was terror. It wasn’t just the risk of getting caught stealing this time that had Jenna nervous. The skimpy outfit she wore had been carefully selected by Dr. Truce, her orthodontist, to maximize her humiliation. And thanks to an intense threesome in the Bikini Hut changing room, the girl was a now hot, sticky mess. Her “shirt” was a scrap of satin hanging from a steel collar around her neck, barely covering tiny size A tits. It was soaked in cum and piss and mostly see-through. Her pierced nipples, clipped to the bottom of the tit cover with carabiners to hold it in place, were visible through the translucent material. Her face was a mess too, covered in spit and semen that Maria had refused to let her wipe off. Thin strands of crusty cum had hardened in the crown of her fiery red hair. The giant glob on her left eye, however, was still partially wet and glistening. Jenna’s heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest as the two girls approached the store security gates. Through her obscured vision, Jenna could make out throngs of shoppers walking past the Bikini Hut.
Will they know what I’m covered in? The terrified teen thought to herself. She tongued the rubber bands of her green braces nervously.
Just before they crossed the security gates, Jenna froze. A terrible thought had just struck her. What if the swimsuit in my ass triggers the security gates?
If the girl’s outfit didn’t get the shoppers’ attention, a blaring alarm surely would. Jenna looked ruefully down at her bare legs, shiny in her own piss and cum. The only thing that covered her ass and pussy were two scraps of satin material, one in front and one in back, hanging on a small metal hula hoop suspended around her waist. The metal hoop in turn hung from a rod attached to the back of her steel collar. These scraps hid perhaps the most embarrassing part of Jenna’s predicament. Her shaven teen cunt was gaped open with clamps and chains that wrapped over her thighs and attached to a butt plug lodged deep in her ass. The plug helped keep the microkini inside of her. The base of the plug bore her new title, “DUMB SLUT”. To top the whole look off, a chain dangled from Jenna’s pierced belly button. It ran beneath her satin loincloth to clamp firmly on her clit. All of these elements, the plug, the chains, the clit clamp, the nipple piercings, made Jenna hyper aware of every part of her body. She had already orgasmed more times than she could count, but with the never ending stimulation, she was still hornier than she’d ever been in her life. At this point, even Jenna’s bare feet were wet from sex juice and piss dripping from her open pussy and down the inside of her legs. The chipped pink polish on her toes contrasted with the forest green of the Bikini Hut’s carpet. She felt like an idiot for losing her shoes in the changing room.
The thought of all the strangers in the mall seeing her in such a state was overwhelming. The teen girl’s eyes began to water as Jenna fought back tears. Dr. Truce had said this would be good for her, that she would be more confident if she could face the utmost humiliation head on. But this was too much. Her heart pounded as buzzing noise grew in her ears. Total panic set in. Frozen in place, like a terrified doe, Jenna couldn’t take another step. Dark spots on the carpet slowly spread out from her toes as it absorbed her wetness.
Through the blur of semen and tears in her eyes, Jenna watched Maria slowly turn around. She knew Maria wasn’t wearing anything under her button-up green cardigan, though the massive 34D cleavage was a pretty good hint anyways. Less obvious was that Maria had no panties under her plaid skirt. The intense fear and humiliation only served to heighten Jenna’s attraction to her blond tormentor.
Maria noticed Jenna’s red face and welling tears.
“Oh, poor Dumb Slut, are you scared?” She asked. Jenna stared at her bare feet, too embarrassed to look up, and nodded silently. From Maria’s mouth, the “Dumb Slut” sounded endearing. She seemed genuinely concerned for her crying friend. It made Jenna’s tears fall harder. She let out a pitiful sob.
“As long as you’re with me, nothing bad will happen. I promise. Do you trust me?” Despite being shorter than Jenna, Maria reached out a hand and turned the wretched girl’s chin up. Jenna stared past Maria’s librarian glasses into her blue eyes, struggling to blink the cum and tears out of her own. She nodded slowly. She trusted Maria.
“Then let’s take you on a cumwalk.” Maria whispered. She took hold of the chain dangling from Jenna’s pierced belly button and gently pulled the poor girl forward. Jenna closed her eyes and held her breath as she let Maria lead her by the clit through the security gates. No alarm sounded.
Of course there isn’t an alarm. There’s no security tag on the swimsuit! God, I really am Dumb Slut, aren’t I? Jenna chastised herself.
Unlike the soft carpet of the Bikini Hot, the ground of the mall was hard and cold. With her bare feet wet with sex, Jenna felt like she was walking on ice. Her body began to shiver uncontrollable. It was even harder now to place each foot carefully in front of the next. Her efforts failed. After just four steps, Jenna’s foot slid out from under her on a trail of piss and pussy juice. She clutched out pathetically for Maria, struggling to catch her balance. The chain wrenched on her clamped clitoris. Heaving from arousal and embarrassment, Jenna leaned on Maria and looked around frantically, praying no one noticed her or the long wet mark she had left on the ground.
“Maybe try walking on your tiptoes?” Maria suggested. “That might reduce your chance of slipping. At the very least, it will leave smaller wet spots on the ground.”
Jenna pulled herself unsteadily upright. It seemed like a silly suggestion, but she didn’t have any better ideas. Jenna carefully raised herself up on her small toes and allowed Maria to lead her by her clit chain out into the river of shoppers passing by. Jenna’s heart continued to pound in her chest. She felt light headed. On tiptoe, she looked like she was walking in invisible high heels. The skinny teen took each dainty footstep with care. One misplaced step and she could slip again. With so many people around, she was likely to fall into a stranger’s arms this time instead of Maria’s. The thought of some lecherous creep catching her scantily clad body dripping with sex made Jenna quiver in fear. She kept her eyes down and tried to shrink her shoulders down to make herself as small as possible. Despite her efforts, she continued to brush against people walking in the opposite direction. She could feel their eyes on her as they walked past. Sizing her up. Judging her. Jenna prayed that her loincloth stayed in its place, prayed that it kept her modesty out of view of their prying eyes. She nervously tongued the rubber bands on her braces again.
How many strangers have seen my pussy today? Jenna thought to herself. Her freckled cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment as she tried to count them all. There was the gaggle of teens at the fountain who had seen down her loincloth from the second floor, as well as the old man who had caught a glimpse when she bent over. Then of course there were the two women in the restroom when she inserted her “Dumb Slut” ass plug, Then there were the two teens, Tartan Girl and Goth Girl, who had watched Maria finger her inside of Claire’s earlier that morning. They had definitely seen her pussy. And finally Jorge, the Bikini Hut employee, who had joined in on the threesome and had most definitely seen her pussy. Luckily for Jenna, Jorge hadn’t fucked her pussy. One of her summer goals was to lose her virginity to a cute boy, and that dream technically lived on. All told, Jenna estimated that probably about 10 people had actually gotten a look at her goods. Still, that was a surprisingly low number, all things considered. Jenna tugged down futilely on the front of her loincloth, desperate to keep the number at 10.
10 strangers who know I’m a….Dumb Slut. She thought to herself. The more she thought of herself that way, the more the name seemed appropriate.
10 strangers. She thought again. The recognition that they were *strangers* suddenly seemed very important. None of those 10 knew who she was. In fact, none of the people passing her now would ever see her again. Some of the shoppers watching her turned their heads as she brushed pass them. An old man here, a cute teen boy there. A few women looked closely at her face, trying to make out whether they had actually seen a wet smudge there or only imagined it. But all of them kept walking. Even if they noticed her skimpy outfit, even if they recognized the smell of piss on her body, even if they realized her face was covered in cum, it would soon just be a memory for them. “Remember that one girl we saw at the mall…that was odd,” they might say years later. But why should that bother Jenna? The realization helped to quell some of her anxiety.
But only a little. There was still the possibility that someone would confront her and ask her to leave, or arrest her… or worse. Jenna shuddered at the thought. She doubted Maria and herself, as athletic as they were, would be able to put up much resistance against a lustful man. Still, one benefit of the large crowd is that it would be awfully hard to rape her in front of that many witnesses.
By this point, Maria had released her grip on the clit chain. Nevertheless, Jenna found herself continuing to walk a step behind her friend, following obediently on her tiptoes. While Jenna walked timidly and subserviently, Maria walked proud with her head up. The Claire’s bag swung loosely in her hand. She looked like she was on the verge of skipping. As embarrassed and miserable as Jenna was, Maria was having a grand time with her girl toy.
The girls walked past one of the main entrances to the mall. Customers flooded in and out through the massive doors, sending gusts of wind into the mall. One particularly strong gust caught the front of Jenna’s “skirt” and flipped it up over the metal ring. A chill wind blew directly across her gaped hole. Jenna was unable to control the chill of pleasure that ran up her spine as she grabbed at the loincloth, futilely trying to hold it down. Her body gave a shiver of cold and delight. Clutching the material in her hands, Jenna looked around to see if anyone had noticed. A single man, probably in his mid-40s, stopped with his mouth agape. The last thing he had expected this afternoon when his wife drove to the mall was to see a shaved 18-year old pussy. His necked craned to follow the nubile redhead as she awkwardly shuffled past him, covering her face from him in pure humiliation. Jenna felt like she was blushing all the way down to her bare toes. The man continued to stare at the tight teen butt cheeks poking beyond the edges of the satin loincloth, even as his wife scolded him and struggled to pull him away to a nearby American Girl store. For her part, Jenna pulled closer to Maria, as if she were a cowering dog. Well that makes 11, she thought to herself miserably.
The girls had reached the food court. Jenna’s heart sank. Seemingly everyone in the mall was taking a break to grab a bite to eat right now. It was going to be tough keeping her number at 11. Maria, however, clapped her hands in delight.
“I’ll grab us a table, you go get the food.” Maria instructed. “I want Panera. I’ll have a garden salad with chicken on it. You’ll have the Caesar salad, tell them to put the dressing on the side. And get one large water.”
Maria walked off to grab a table, leaving Jenna alone. The Dumb Slut was surprised by how much more exposed she felt without Maria to guide her. Like a lost puppy, she hesitatingly padded over to the Panera, shivering the whole way. Despite her gymnast training, her calves were starting to hurt from walking around on her tiptoes. Leaning against the line railing provided a moment’s respite for her sore legs. She realized how silly that she was still walking like that. Her feet had mostly dried by this point, thanks to the walk across the mall. With a shock, Jenna realized the only reason she was still doing it was because Jenna had *told* her to do it. Had she really lost so much self-respect that she’d put her feet and legs through torture just because Jenna told her to? She slowly let her heels touch the ground, exhaling at the instant relief. Doubts began to creep in.
Is it too late to back out? Jenna asked herself. She curled her toes, pressing the tops of them on the floor to stretch her sore joints. It felt wonderful. It felt like the first action she had taken that Haden’t been dictated to her by Maria or Dr. Truce all day. Jenna’s head was swimming. How had she gotten to this point, acting as a sex toy for her orthodontist and her best friend? Jenna knew she didn’t have to do what Dr. Truce, or Maria, told her to do. She could just walk away right now and bail on the whole “Summer Improvement Program.” But for some odd reason, the thought scared Jenna. A pit formed in her stomach. Would walking away mean she was retaking control… or was it just wimping out?
Out of habit, Jenna did what she always did when she was anxious: she glanced down at her phone. But the phone in her hands wasn’t hers. It was the phone Dr. Truce had given her to receive instructions. The pit in Jenna’s stomach grew as she noticed several missed texts.
IT LOOKS LIKE THE DUMB SLUT IS HAVING TROUBLE FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS.
I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THE THONG IN YOUR MOUTH. DUMB SLUTS SHOULD BE SEEN, NOT HEARD
Jenna had completely forgotten about the underwear she was supposed to keep in her mouth for the rest of the day. In fact, she didn’t even know where it was at this point. Last time she had seen it was in Maria’s hands as they entered the Bikini Hut. Maybe it was in Maria’s shopping bag?
RETURN TO MY OFFICE TOMORROW AT NOON. WE HAVE TO PREPARE YOU FOR YOUR DATE.
Jenna’s heart jumped at the thought of her date with Sean. Sean had worked at the jewelry store where she had picked up the butt plug earlier that day. She didn’t like the idea that he only knew her as “Dumb Slut”, but she was excited to be going on her first date tomorrow. Maybe after lunch, she and Maria could pick out an outfit for her to wear. Maria knew what guys would find sexy. She wanted to look good for Sean.
At that moment, Jenna realized she couldn’t back out of her arrangement with Dr. Truce. The program was working. Two days ago, Jenna had resolved to grow more confident and get laid. Despite her embarrassment, it took an odd kind of courage to be seen in public as she was right now. And although Jenna had always imagined she would have semen on her face after she slept with a boy for the first time, she was well on her way to losing her virginity to Sean tomorrow.
Jenna paused at the second thought. It wasn’t clear to her anymore why having a real penis inside her mattered at all. I mean, how could she call herself a virgin when she’d had something shoved in every hole today? Her mouth. Her pussy. Her asshole. Even her peehole!
I’m not a virgin anymore, I’m a Dumb Slut. She thought. Jenna was surprised that she was once again thinking of herself by the label on her assplug. She shook the thought away. There were religious girls at her school that did anal (they were “saving themselves”) and used tampons. If they could put things inside themselves and still be virgins, then the same was true of her! The thought made Jenna feel better. She struggled to pushed her doubts away.
Then the phone buzzed.
THEN YOU’LL BE PUNISHED.
What does that mean…? Before Jenna could think longer, the Panera line lurched forward. Jenna took a (flatfooted) step. Her gaze passed over the the couple standing in front of her. It was the girls that had watched her earlier at Claire’s! Jenna quickly spun around, desperate to avoid their eyes. Instead of avoiding prying eyes, she came face to face with the man in line behind her. He was an Asian man, on the shorter side, probably in his late 60s, wearing a blue polo shirt and simple khakis. He jumped back in surprise at Jenna’s sudden movement. His hand swiftly pulled back from below the teen’s loincloth skirt, clutching a cell phone.
He was taking a panty shot! Jenna thought angrily. Well, it would have been a panty shot, if the teen had been wearing any. Jenna’s faced illuminated a deep red in mortified embarrassment. Seeing her face, the man grinned.
That’s 12. Jenna sighed to herself. She clutched at the hem of her skirt, trying to block the man’s view. For a brief moment, the man just stared at her. He licked his lips hungrily.
Jenna took a slow breath, fighting a scream. In her current state, the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. Mustering as much of her shattered dignity as she could, she turned back around as if nothing had happened. Then, she released her skirt. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the hand slide back down below her skirt for more pictures. This time, resigned to her defeat, she let it happen.
In front of her, the girl in the yellow tartan skirt and her goth friend had moved down to pick up their food. Jenna moved forward as well. To Jenna’s shock, Goth Girl had slid her hand secretly up the back of Tartan Girl’s dress. Jenna recognized the look of embarrassment on Tartan Girl’s face as she briefly reached back to prevent the intrusion, then relented with a sigh. It reminded Jenna of being humiliated by Maria in Claire’s.
Oh god, now they’re copying me! Jenna thought with horrified realization. And yet, despite herself, Jenna kept watching the girls. They stood side by side, leaning against the line railing as they waited for their food. Goth Girl had given up on moving in from behind. Instead, her hand lifted the front of Tartan Girl’s yellow overall dress and slid beneath a modest pair of pink panties, decorated with adorable brown bunnies. Tartan Girl held her bags in front of her, trying to block the view of anyone who might want to see what the two were up to. Goth Girl’s hand massaged inside her friend’s panties. Jenna recognized the mix of ecstasy, embarrassment, and fear on Tartan Girl’s face. Goth Girl, on the other hand, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Jenna fought the urge to reach her hand down under her own skirt as she watched the two young girls explore each other. When their food arrived, Goth Girl reluctantly removed her hand to grab the tray. Her middle finger glistened.
Jenna was snapped out of her lustful gaze by a tap on the shoulder from the perv behind her. She had been so absorbed in watching the girls that she hadn’t noticed that the line had moved again. Now up, Jenna ordered the food as Maria had requested. She tried to ignore the cashier staring at her face. Jenna moved down and grabbed the tray with the salads. The garden salad looked delicious. By comparison, her Caesar salad looked dry and boring. Jenna stole one of the cherry tomatoes off the top of Maria’s meal and popped it in her mouth. Tray in hand, she scanned the crowd for Maria. Tartan Girl and Goth Girl had disappeared into the far corner, feeding each other pieces of bread. At the opposite end, Jenna was relieved to see Maria had picked a comparatively discreet booth in the corner of the fenced in seating area.
“Over here hot stuff!” Maria called, holding her hand up. Jenna beelined to the booth as quickly as possible, flattered and furious at Maria. Jenna’s skirt was too short to go under her ass as she sat. Her bare cheeks touched the cold naugahyde bench, sending a shiver up her spine. The ass plug ground into the fake leather.
Maria grabbed her salad and immediately started picking the tomatoes off, placing them in a small pile next to her salad.
“You have got to tell me your secret. Where did this ‘New Jenna’ come from? Where did you get that outfit?” Maria asked as she removed the tomatoes. She took a giant swig of her water and dove into the salad.
Jenna explained the arrangement with Dr. Truce. Maria remained largely silent, munching her salad and drinking her water. She only interrupted to ask for more details about Jenna’s sexual exploits with her orthodontist. Jenna had just gotten to the part where Dr. Truce attached the clamp to her clit when there was a clatter on the ground next to her. Jenna jumped. She had been so absorbed in explaining her sexual exploits (and exploitation) that she had forgotten she was sitting in a crowded food court. She looked down at the source of the noise.
The Perv from the Panera line was on a knee picking up the fork he had dropped next to the girls’ table. Once again, he grinned at Jenna, staring under the table at her bare legs. Jenna tightened them together and tried to turn away from his leering. There was no way she was giving this sicko another free show! The man picked up his fork and sat down at the table next to Jenna and Maria. Maria looked un-perturbed by the Perv’s interruption.
“Don’t do that again.” Maria scolded gently. She didn’t look at Jenna as she spoke. The fork carefully lifted another bite of salad into her mouth.
“What do you mean?” Jenna asked, puzzled.
“If someone wants to see you, let them. In fact, spread your legs right now.” Maria took another big swig on her water as she stared Jenna down. Slowly, Jenna parted her legs slightly.
“Wider.” Maria commanded. Jenna felt Maria’s foot slide up between her legs and tap out on her knees. Jenna obediently spread her legs shoulder width apart.
“Lift the front of your skirt.” Maria commanded next. Jenna reluctantly lifted the front flap of her skirt and hung it on the metal ring around her waist. Without the satin barrier, her spread pussy was completely exposed to the elements. Another shiver shot up her spine. Anyone looking under the table could easily see her exposed pussy. Jenna looked around nervously. Under the table, Maria slipped her shoe off and slowly ran her stockinged foot up and down Jenna’s calf. The gentle touch felt good. Jenna shivered, enjoying the feeling of her friend’s toe on her bare leg. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, allowing herself to relish in Maria’s attention, trying not to care that someone might seem them. The stockinged toe drift up to her knee, then to her inner thigh. It slowly moved towards her soaking wet slit. Jenna licked her lips, desperate to feel it penetrate her gaping hole. She could feel it getting closer…. closer….
“Jenna?” Jenna snapped back to reality. She looked around to find the source of the voice. In horror, she realized it had come from just beyond the low retaining wall surrounding the food court.
“Dad!” Jenna shouted in surprise. Ronald Trane leaned on the wall, looking confusedly at his daughter.
What the hell is he doing here?! Jenna thought to herself furiously. Her anger quickly shifted to mortification. She quickly turned away from her father, shielding her cum covered face.
From Ronald’s perspective, it wasn’t surprising that his daughter would shy away from him. It wouldn’t be the first time Jenna was embarrassed to be seen in public with him. Truth be told, their father/daughter dynamic had been a little icy lately. Ronald was concerned that his little girl was growing up. And yet, she still didn’t seem to have many friends and had never had a boyfriend. His advice for pursuing love, however, had been largely shunned. Ronald’s friends had assured him that this was just the way of teenaged girls. They advised Ronald should to be as supportive as possible and let Jenna figure things out for herself. High school is hard for all girls, they had reminded him. So when he had seen Jenna from across the mall in what he assumed must be some kind of hip new halter top, he had told himself that he wasn’t going to be preachy or judge. Admittedly, he had been a little shocked to see so much of his teenaged daughter’s side-boob as he got closer. Still, it was clear she had put some thought into her outfit. And it was also clear she was trying to impress someone. Perhaps Jenna was finally trying to court a young man. The thought cheered Ronald up. He resisted the urge to chastise her and once again tried to be as supportive as possible.
“I didn’t expect to see you here. I was just looking to pick up a welcome home gift for your brother,” Ronald explained. “He’s going to be back from deployment soon.” There was an awkward pause as Jenna continued to hid her face from her father. “It’s been a long morning though. Mind if I join you for lunch?”
Jenna remained silent, still too ashamed to turn to her father.
“Please do!” Maria chimed in. Jenna looked up at her friend with a horrified face.
“So kind! Let me grab a plate and I’ll be right with you.” Ronald walked off to grab a burger, leaving the two girls alone.
Jenna stared daggers at her friend.
“What the fuck are you thinking! Dad can’t seem me like this!” She hissed angrily. Maria casually munched on her salad.
“I don’t see what the big deal is…” she responded in feigned naïveté.
“Well I’m certainly not going to let him see this!” Jenna responded, pointing to semen covering her face.
“You’re cute when you think you’re in control.” Maria smirked. She had resumed running her foot up and down Jenna’s bare leg. “Fine. Go ahead and get rid of it.”
Jena scraped at her face, scooping up the globs of semen and spit. She knew she couldn’t just hold the handful of juices, but anywhere she might try to wipe it would be easily noticeable by her dad. In desperation, she scraped her fingers off into the cup of Caesar dressing beside the salad. The juices easily mixed with the white of the dressing. Jenna sighed in relief. Her dad would be none the wiser.
Maria smiled. “Scared to disappoint daddy?” Her foot was running up to Jenna’s knee now. Jenna noticed that Maria’s hand had slid under the table. The redhead’s fear and desperation was turning the blond on.
“Won’t you join me?” She cajoled Jenna. Jenna had to admit, the thought of Maria masturbating right in front of her, surrounding by so many people, was pretty hot. She shot a quick glance over to the line where her father was waiting. She guessed it would be at least five minutes before he got back. Hesitantly, she slid her own hand down to her gaping pussy. It was still dripping with arousal, intensified by Maria’s rubbing. The clamps holding her open had allowed her juices to puddle under her butt on the booth’s bench. Jenna slipped two fingers in and massaged herself. She gave Maria a nervous smile. Maria smiled back. It was like a game of chicken. Who would be the first to break eye contact and check to see if anyone knew they were secretly masturbating together under the table?
Jenna broker first. She skittishly scanned the food court praying no one had noticed them. Tartan Girl and Goth Girl sat at a far off table, giggling and feeding each other bites from their plates. Tartan Girl took extra long, sucking on Goth Girl’s finger. Jenna realized it was the same hand Goth Girl had slipped under her friends dress. Was Tartan Girl enjoying a taste of herself? Jenna’s masturbation intensified as she watched the young girls play with each other.
Maybe I’ve got a voyeuristic side, as well as an exhibitionist side… Jenna thought to herself. But the naughty thought was dashed when her eyes fell to the table next to them: the Perv. He had continued to stare fixedly at Jenna. And from his angle, he could definitely see what was going on under the table.
Jenna immediately pulled her fingers out of her hungry pussy and sat up straight. With her other hand, she tried to push Maria’s probing foot away from her pussy. “That Perv is still watching us!” She whispered in panic to Maria. She held her soiled hand awkwardly in the air. She wished she had grabbed napkins with lunch.
Maria smiled and continued touching herself. “So what? He’s not going to tell anyone. He wants the show to keep going. And I’ve already told you, if someone wants to see the Dumb Slut, it lets them.”
Jenna paused for a moment. I guess it is a little flattering that he’s turned on by me. Jenna tried to convince herself. Maybe I should give him a show…
Taking a lead from Tartan Girl, Jenna hesitatingly lifted her fingers to her mouth. They glistened with her wetness. They smelled of sex and arousal. Jenna took a quick tentative taste, then a longer suck. When she was satisfied she had gotten everything off, she looked over directly at the Perv and ran her tongue along her braces seductively. The Perv’s mouth dropped open at the debauchery in front of him. He dropped his camera on the ground. Jenna giggled.
Well, that’s one way to get him to stop taking photos. She thought. Jenna went to return her fingers to her pussy but stopped when she saw her father walking back towards her with a full tray.
Shit! Jenna thought, snapping back to reality. There wasn’t much time to prepare herself for her father’s return. She sat up straight and quickly flipped flipped the front of her little skirt back down over the metal ring to cover her hungry, gaping cunt. She could feel it pulsing with blood, longing to get off again. Looking down at her chest, Jenna was relieved to see the that the satin tit cover still covered her nipples. She pulled down at the bottom, just to make sure. The little carabiners attaching the cover to her nipple rings tugged on her sore buds. The satin cover was still a little damp from urine, but had dried considerably. The outline of her pierced nipples was still visible, but at least the shirt wasn’t completely see-through anymore.
Maria noticed the change in her friend. “You’re not done yet, are you?” She teased. She slid her foot up along Jenna’s inner thigh. The stockings soaked up the fluid on the bench as Maria pressed her foot up towards Jenna’s exposed slit. With a flick of her toe, Maria pushed the skimpy skirt aside, then pressed forward to Jenna’s clamped clit. Jenna shivered in delight and grabbed hold of the sides of the table to steady herself.
“Maria!” She hissed. Jenna had to admit, though, Maria was surprisingly nimble with her feet. Must be all of that gymnastics training. Unphased, Maria worked her toe into Jenna’s open cunt. Jenna reached down in a panic to grab the girl’s leg, but Maria had begun to pump in and out of Jenna’s pussy. It felt incredible. Ronald looked inquisitively as he approached wondering why his daughter was fidgeting so much under the table. Jenna realized she couldn’t fight it. She released Maria’s leg, took up her fork, and took a bite of lettuce. She tried to act like everything was normal. But despite herself, she slouched down slightly to give Maria’s foot greater access. It made a quiet squelching sound as it pistoned in and out.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Just over Maria’s shoulder, Jenna’s father had finally made it to the booth. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Jenna could feel the blood rushing to her face. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. She gave one final exhale to try to compose herself, then looked up casually at her father. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
“Hey dad,” she greeted nonchalantly. Ronald was pleased that Jenna was finally able to look at him in the face. He smiled down at his little girl, doing his best to ignore her revealing shirt.
“Hey Jenna, can you scooch over so I can sit?” He asked. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
“Er.. umm…maybe you should…” Jenna stammered. Between the arousal and the adrenaline, Jenna was having trouble thinking straight.
Squelch. Squelch. SQUIRCH. Maria had turned her foot and curled her big toe slightly. The intense new feeling caught Jenna completely by surprise. “Ahh…” she gave a short moan as she inhaled sharply, trying to keep her composure in front of her father.
“Here Mr. Trane. You can sit next to me.” Maria said sweetly. Jenna appreciated the brief respite as Maria slid over. Her friend patted the seat where she had just been sitting, inviting Ronald to grab the seat.
“Thanks Maria!” Jenna’s dad slid into the spot across from his daughter. Maria resumed her toe assault on Jenna’s pussy. The redhead doubled over as a fresh wave of pleasure ran through her.
If Jenna’s dad knew what was going on beneath the table, he was doing a good job of playing ignorant. He dipped a French fry in ketchup and popped it into his mouth. “So what’s new with you two?” Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Well, we’ve started fucking each other, for starters! Jenna thought to herself sarcastically. I’ve even let Maria piss on me, and I’m getting off on her foot right now. You know, the usual!
“Oh not much. I was just telling Jenna here that I needed to get PEDIcure soon.” Maria pushed forward hard with her foot in emphasize. Jenna yelped. Her slick sex hole strained to accommodate more than just Maria’s big toe. Maria had a slender foot, and Jenna had put more in her pussy today than ever before. But even so, a whole foot was too much at this early stage. Jenna felt like she was going to be split in two! If Maria wanted a pussy pedicure, she was going to have to wait. Jenna discretely reached down and grabbed her friend’s ankle, briefly slowing the advance into her cunt. Jenna was a little disappointed to realize that, despite the discomfort, Maria had barely more of her foot in Jenna’s pussy than had been inside before. Had they been somewhere more private, without her father around, Jenna was shocked to realize she wanted to try to take more. To see how far she could be pushed. She made a mental note to mention it to Maria later.
“Ooo… a pedicure is a good idea! Take Jenna with you. She’s had the same cracked nail polish on her toes for weeks!”
“Dad!” Jenna reprimanded her father. It was true she needed a pedicure. But she refused to take personal grooming advice from her father. Plus, it creeped her out a little to think about her dad looking at her feet long enough to notice.
Ronald wasn’t afraid to admit that his daughter was good looking. Sure, she wasn’t a classic beauty. But she had a girlish charm all her own. Not every guy was into giant boobs and big hips. If Jenna just put a little more thought into her appearance, Ronald knew few boys would be able to resist her. He looked over at his daughter. The skimpy, backless shirt she was wearing wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. But he had to admit it was pretty sexy. Maybe she was just over-correcting for years of modest gym clothes. With luck, he thought, she’ll settle on something in between. Maybe a cute halter top with a skort. His gaze finally reached his daughter’s nipples. He was shocked to realize that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And were those piercings he could see outlined through the fabric of her shirt?
Jenna shifted uncomfortably under her father’s watchful eye. She felt more exposed than ever as he stared at her chest. Maria playfully struggled to pull her leg free from Jenna’s grip. She wasn’t really trying, but she liked being able to see Jenna’s arm bouncing above the table as she struggled to keep the foot out of her twat. Ronald provided the opening Maria needed to resume foot fucking Jenna.
“I’m sorry, Jenna, but it’s true. You could use a pedicure. In fact, you could stand to put a little more care into your appearance generally. For example, you’ve got some salad dressing on your face.” Ronald leaned over the table with an outstretched hand to wipe at Jenna’s face. Jenna released Maria’s ankle and shot her hand up to deflect her father’s. With her other hand, she frantically wiped at the side of her lip. A gob of “salad dressing” clung to her finger. Jenna shrugged and popped the finger into her mouth. It was salty and a little sweet, but Jenna swallowed affably, trying to maintain the illusion that it was just dressing.
Maria’s foot resumed its efforts. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
“Ah. Much better.” Ronald smiled at his little girl, then resumed picking at his fries. Jenna sighed in relief.
“You know, the thing about you Jenna is that you could be really pretty if you tried a little. I don’t necessarily mean something like… this,” he gestured with a fry at Jenna’s tit cover. “But something classy. You know your mother…” He droned on. If Ronald’s goal was to be more supportive and less preachy, he was failing spectacularly. Jenna rolled her eyes. She’d heard this song and dance a million times before. How her mother was a beautiful and classy lady, about the dress she’d been wearing when Ronald first met her, how Jenna had it in her to be that beautiful. Jenna didn’t want to be her mom. She wanted to be her own girl! She felt her anger at her dad rising. THIS was one of the many reasons she didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Jenna’s father continued to lecture on in the background, lost in his own pontifications. Right next to him, Maria had decided to push the envelope. Based on her arm movement, Jenna could tell she had starting masturbating again. Maria reached up with her free hand and pulled down on her cardigan. Without a blouse on under the sweater, her nipples peaked out into the open, just above the v-neck. Jenna couldn’t help herself. She pretended to absentmindedly play with her belly-button ring, given the clit chain tiny little tugs. Maria’s foot continued to probe in and out of her pussy. Jenna gave herself over to the feelings.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. SNAP. The Perv had replaced his phone with an actual camera. He licked his lips and took another picture of the horny teens pleasuring themselves at the table next to him. Jenna wanted to yell at the Perv to look away, but it was too late to back out now. Jenna had to listen to the call of her body. She was going to come right here in front of the Perv, her father, Tartan and Goth girl, and the entire food court. With Maria’s help. She gave another tug on the clit clamp, relishing the pain and pleasure it delivered. Maria’s thrusting foot was getting her closer and closer and closer to orgasm…
Suddenly, it stopped. Maria pulled her foot away, wiping her soiled toes along the inside of Jenna’s leg. She gave Jenna a wicked smile and silently wagged a finger. Not yet Dumb Slut, you’ll have to earn it, she seemed to say. Jenna took a bite of her salad and pouted. She had been so close to finishing! How could Maria torture her like this?!
“And another thing…” Ronald was on a roll now, still oblivious to the games going on right next to him. Instead of continuing to pleasure Jenna, Maria pinched her exposed nipples. Craning her neck, she bent down and sucked on her left nipple. When she raised her head, a thin strand of spit connected her mouth to the now glistening, erect nub. Jenna couldn’t believe how hot Maria was right now. She intensified the tugs on her clit clamp. At the same time, she ground her ass into the bench, moving the “DUMB SLUT” plug around inside her anus. But it wasn’t enough. She briefly thought about bring her other hand under the table, but feared Ronald would get suspicious if she stopped eating her salad to Jill herself. Desperate and frustrated, Jenna readjusted her sitting position. From Ronald’s perspective, it looked like his daughter had lifted to sit on top of her own foot. But beneath table, Jenna had pressed her own heel against her gaping pussy hole.
Ugh, my feet are probably dirty. Jenna thought to herself. A quick glance down confirmed her fears: the bottoms of her feet were black from walking around barefoot. But the horny redhead had passed the point of no return. She desperately pressed her cunt forward. She rocked her hips, careful to keep her upper body as still as possible, grinding her clit on her filthy foot. The possibility that her dad might catch her only intensified Jenna’s arousal now. Maria nodded her approval. To the rest of the food court, including Ronald, Jenna was simply a girl in an unusual outfit, enjoying a meal. Only Maria and the Perv knew what a pitiful, disgusting slut she had become below the table. Maria’s validation of Jenna’s self-degrading behavior proved the turning point.
When the orgasm came, it came hard.
“Oh my god!!” Jenna shouted. Her head flew back, sending her soiled red braids flying in a high arc over her. Her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. As had become her custom, she squirt too, each convulsion squeezing out another round of girl cum. Her petite, blackened foot glistened in a pool of squirt. Luckily, Maria’s stockings worked as a kind of cum towel. The girl ran her foot along Jenna’s legs and pussy, absorbing the majority of the liquid.
For the first time, Ronald stopped talking. He stared in confusion at his daughter. Jenna rolled her head forward. She realized she had to say something.
“Oh my god dad, you’re so right!” Releasing the clit clamp from her hand, Jenna brought the heel of her palm to her forehead and closed her eyes in feigned realization. “I don’t know how I’ve been so blind this whole time.”
The silence was interminable. Jenna prayed that her father bought her performance. She grit her teeth as Maria silently withdrew her foot and tucked her breasts back into her sweater. Jenna was sad to see them go. But she held firm as her father looked on.
Finally, Ronald broke the silence. “Really? I mean… that’s wonderful! I can’t believe I finally got through to you.”
Jenna sighed in relief. She’d gotten away with it for now, it seemed. The rest of the lunch went off mostly without a hitch. Jenna’s mind was foggy after the intense orgasm, so she mostly listened as Maria told her dad about the new floor routine she’d been working on for gymnastics. So foggy, in fact, that she dipped her salad bite into the cup of Caesar dressing. She gagged as her mouth flooded with the taste of semen and spit she had hidden in there. Maria laughed.
“Something wrong with the dressing, sweetie?” Jenna’s dad asked. He reached out a finger to try a bite.
“Uh, no, it’s fine!” Jenna said. As if to prove it, she stuck her finger into the cum filled cup and licked it up. “See?” She resumed eating, intentionally sticking each bite of salad into her dressing until it was all gone. Maria covered her mouth, fighting back tears of laughter as she watched her friend wolf down mouthfuls of semen in front of her dad.
Ronald left first, excusing himself saying he had, “Preparations to make for your brother’s return.” To Jenna’s surprise, Maria left soon after as well. She bent over and gave Jenna a little peck on the cheek. “See you, slut, I’ve got to go work on my floor routine. I’ll pick up my swimsuit later. Let’s do this again soon!” She whispered in Jenna’s ear. Bent over the table, Jenna enjoyed one last ample view of Maria’s tits under the cardigan. She was shocked to find her friend still got her sex drive going, even after all the orgasms of the day. Maria gave Jenna’s ear a tiny lick, then flitted away. Jenna sat alone at the table, horny again, and wondering what to do. Maybe Dr. Truce would have more degrading plans for her? She looked down at her phone. As if in response to her question, the phone buzzed with a new text message.
YOU’VE HAD A LONG DAY. GO HOME, AND DON’T FORGET TO BRING YOUR PLUG TOMORROW.
Jenna sighed. Despite her relief, she was also a little…sad to be done for the day? The thought surprised her. Maria and Dr. Truce had unlocked something new in her today. That part of her wanted to keep going, to see what new perverted mischief she could be subjected to. It was the same part of her that wanted to see how far she could get Maria’s foot into her pussy. While the possibilities frightened her, Jenna realized now that she was going to follow this rabbit hole all the way down. There was no backing out now. She stood, straightened her skimpy skirt as much as possible, then walked carefully towards the mall exit. Jenna could feel the Perv watching and snapping pictures as she went by. Tartan Girl and Goth Girl took a break from their kissing to watch her go as well. The stares should have mortified Jenna. Maria’s words in the Bikini Hut rang in her head. “Your ravaged state is a badge of honor. Wear it proudly!” She thought of the texts she had received from Dr. Truce. “DUMB SLUTS DON’T NEED SHOES.” And she started to believe them. She was a Dumb Slut, and she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Even the onlookers noticed there was something different about Jenna now. Before, she had cowered and shivered when she walked, a miserable creature on the edge of a full meltdown. Now, she walked confidently. Confident, but not arrogant. Only time would tell how long the feeling would last.
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