A Day @ the Fair

Kari went to work with CUNT and FUCK ME.

They were written on her body in permanent marker as ordered she was not allowed knickers. I had to do several things that Dan ordered including facetime myself masturbating while he encouraged me. I worked with Kari also without knickers on several shifts.

I had better explain: Dan is my partner, lover and master. He has been working away for five days. My job is a staff nurse where I normally work on the same ward as Kari, who is also a staff nurse.

Kari and I are complete opposites in many ways, not least I am a natural blond. Blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Kari is black, her parents from Jamaica, she like me was born in Manchester. The darkest eyes, the fullest lips and the wildest hair. She has become part of what has now become a menage a trois and a submissive.

Dan was due back on Saturday morning so Kari stayed with me overnight on Friday. We were 'forced' into doing a 69 together while he watched on his phone. We passed my phone around to give Dan pictures from all angles.

I love the taste of Kari's cunt and the pink inside against the black skin. I had her swollen clit between my lips, tormenting it with my tongue. She was doing similar to me. I had a wonderful climax but still managed to bring her to a loud orgasm. She screamed into my cunt. He allowed us to sleep after that

First thing in the morning my phone pinged with a message 'In my bag are some clothes for you to wear, without bras. Drive to the station and pick me up at nine.'

We looked in the bag which contained two skirts, two tee shirts, skimpy knickers and heels. The skirts were kilt-like and very short and flared out over our hips. More over Kari's hips, she had a wonderful, shapely large arse.

The tee shirts were not quite children's size but definitely small. We put them on with some difficulty and had to rearrange our tits. Once we were satisfied we looked in the mirror. They were scandalous and our nipples even when not erect were plainly visible.

Our tee shirts were the same size, our tits were not; mine are perfect B cup, Kari's a C. We should not be going out like this. He surely won't make us go out in public.,,, Of course he will!

We sat in the car at the station, parked in a corner trying to look inconspicuous. Dan came out of the station wearing casual clothes not his usual business suit. "I'll drive," he said and I got out and into the back.

He drove down the coast and parked at the Pleasure Beach, a group of fairground attractions and a rollercoaster. It was a beautiful summer day but as soon as we climbed out of the car the light cooling sea breeze hit our nipples. Boing, four nipples sprung into action like rocket nose cones.

Dan paid for three wristbands which entitled us to go on any of the attractions. Of course the man in the kiosk had to put them on our wrists, so we could no longer hide behind Dan.

The kiosk man was shaking as he put my wristband on, not looking at my wrist at all. His eyes were popping out as much as my nipples and from the way he was wriggling I think something else was trying to pop out. You ain't seen nothing yet, I thought as Kari took my place.

Dan and I were giggling at the man's reaction and Kari in true Kari fashion started shaking her tits. I thought he was going to have a heart attack and as she walked away she flicked the back of her skirt up giving him a flash of her apparently bare arse. Strangely enough he seems to have given his post in the kiosk to someone else as we saw him quite a lot around the park.

We sat and had a coffee and Dan gave us our instructions, we were to go on all the major rides and when we sat down we were not to sit on our skirts, they were that short sitting on them was just about impossible. Our almost bare arses were to be in contact with the seat.

The first ride he took us to was the Waltzers and as anybody knows when a group of girls or in our case two girls in tiny skirts and braless, go on the Waltzers then the guy that pushes the car round will pick on you. And so round and round we went, with Chris in the middle holding on to us.

It is surprising how mobile your tits can be when you are being thrown about like that which irritates the nipples to protrude even more. Next was the Fun House although the fun element escapes me. We had to walk through various 'fun' things, wobbly mirrors that distort the body, I liked my massive tits in one. There were shaky floors and we went out onto an open platform. I could see the kiosk man looking up at us.

A blast of air shot up my skirt, lifting it before I could push it down. I managed to cover my front but my arse was on display, so I rushed over to safety. That is why the kiosk man was down there. Kari had to cross next, Dan was standing behind her laughing.

With one hand at the front and one at the back she sauntered onto the platform and did a pirouette, her skirt lifting at both sides. Before leaving she gave a bow to the not inconsiderable audience that had gathered. Dan ambled across.

Next he took us to the water chute, the one I dreaded. Sitting in a car you slowly went up one side across the top and at great speed down the other. It was a ride I had always done last because you ended up wet.

We squeezed the three of us into a car, Dan in the middle. Coming down when the car hits the water it decelerates rapidly so holding on to the rail is important. Also important in our case is covering our tits or we will look like wet tee shirt competitors.

We started accelerating towards the water. I decided to put one arm over my tits and hold on with the other. A plan that almost worked but I chickened out at the last second and grabbed the hand rail with my tit covering hand.

Poor Kari seemed to get the worst of it as she got out of the car. I could see a lot. Her tee shirt had gone completely see through, her tits and jet black nipples were plainly visible. They were much more exposed than mine and I could see that kiosk man thought so too.

We were gathering quite a following and I'm not surprised. Dan took us to the Ghost Train. Once inside he produced two extra large tee shirts, which we put on, covering our wet tits.

The waiting crowd were disappointed when we reappeared and they dispersed. With a giggle Kari and I turned our backs and flashed our bums.

"When we get home I'm going to put you in the garden in your little shirts and hose you down before I fuck you. You both looked so sexy." He led us to a bar where we had a drink and a snack.

Dan ordered himself another drink and sent us to the ladies toilet. "When you come out you will not be wearing the big tee shirt."

Have you ever stood in front of a hot air hand dryer trying to dry your tits? It is not easy. Dabbing with toilet paper and burning your tits are worth it to be a little less exposed.

We returned to Dan with our nipples sticking out but nothing as bad as when they were wet. "Well done girls, let us move on," he said smiling. He took us to an old type of round-a-bout I called the chair-o-planes which was a seat on the end of a chain. This went round gradually going higher as it went faster, centrifugal or something.

The faster it went the more my stupid tiny fucking skirt blew up. I wasn't brave enough to let go of the chains so I was almost totally exposed, thank you Dan for the microscopic fucking knickers, twat! Kari who was in the chair outside me was in a similar situation, the white knickers against her black skin were plain to see. I wondered if hers were a bit damp, like mine. The bastard does know the way to turn me on.

When we returned to earth, the kiosk man was there to greet us with his usual smirk. "Hi," he said, "my dad owns the park and I would like to invite you for a complimentary meal."

Before Dan or I could counter, Kari, queen of repartee responded: "Fuck off." which echoed my thoughts. He just smiled back in a 'you win some you lose some way.'

The big wheel was next, quiet, calm and pleasant. Slowly going up with Dan sitting between us with a hand on our thighs, it went higher up our thighs as we went higher up the wheel. He did not only notice that I had a damp patch but by pushing my knickers further into my cunt increasing the wetness.

Dan took us to the rollercoaster, it was known to be very fast with a couple of sharp descents. It was policy to raise your arms and scream as the car sped down. Screaming was not a problem. I would probably do that anyway. Letting go of the rail was the issue.

Kari and I were sitting together in the front seats. Dan was on the viewing platform, smiling. We set off, while we slowly ascended I pulled my tee shirt down, it was short, exposing my belly button but could be more with my arms up. I advised Kari to do the same. Her bigger tits made the top even shorter.

We dropped down, arms up and screaming, our tits enclosed in our tee shirts I'm pleased to say. As we climbed the next bit we had a conversation deciding what to do next.

The next descent went through a tunnel where a photograph was taken. As soon as we entered the tunnel we lifted our shirts and flashed our tits as the flash flashed. This sounds a lot easier than it was and getting our tits back in was even more difficult.

We collected our photo and Dan appeared pleased with them. "You are very naughty and will have to be punished. You realise that the creep from the kiosk is probably wanking over it now."

Back in the car Kari was driving with Dan and me in the back. The journey back about twenty five miles along the coast road has some spectacular views, all of which I missed as I was kneeling on the backseat with my arse in the air.

My view was of pubic hair, denim, a zip and the letters NSD on his underpants. Yes I was giving him a blowjob. He had pulled my micro skirt over my back and my knickers aside. His finger goes up to the first knuckle in my arsehole and sometimes fingers in my cunt.

I needed to cum! The day of embarrassment, flashing and stimulation had me so worked up. I edged forward, well sideways, anyway towards Dan which gave me a crick in the neck but gave him better access to my cunt and especially my clit.

He took the hint and things were going as planned when we hit a pothole. His cock went into my throat making me gag, almost throw up. By the time I had recovered we arrived home.

As soon as we were inside Dan ordered; "Skirts and knickers off and outside." We obeyed immediately, leaving us with our tight tee shirts and shoes. Outside instead of the smell of summer flowers the smell of barbecues cooking and smoke pervaded the air.

Birdsong had been replaced by laughter and the clinking of glasses. It sounded like all the neighbours were out in the garden partying. He had us standing next to each other with our hands behind our back.

My nipples were standing out before the expected cold water hit me, Kari's were the same. Dan set his hosepipe to spray and started on me, it was wonderfully warm! The hose had been sitting in the sun all day. He soaked both of us with the desired effect, our tits and nipples were almost visible. Kari's were amazing.

When he turned the hose off we both ran to him and hugged him, rubbing our tits all over his chest and back. He was almost as wet as us. "Yowww," he smacked my arse hard, almost making me orgasm.

A louder 'yow' from Kari as he smacked her. "In the kitchen, now," he commanded. Dan removed his pants and shirt, sat on a chair, pulled Kari over his knee and spanked her.

"Yaaarrrrrggghhh," she yelled, in her usual extra loud way. We should have closed the back door. I hope the partying neighbours don't go phoning the police thinking she was being murdered.

My turn now, I was over his knee and ready in no time. I screamed with each smack. I need to cum, I managed to get my finger to my clit, but I want fucking. I want his cock inside me. Amongst my yells I managed to shout "Fuck me, please fuck me."

He pulled me up and bent us both over the table. His cock went into my warm, wet and mainly welcoming cunt. My yells changed in tone and volume as the long awaited orgasm hit me. I challenged Kari's decibels, it was the most wonderful feeling.

He pulled out and was soon fucking Kari, leaving me feeling empty he did fill me with his fingers. Kari was soon wailing and yes she outdid me in the decibel count. Yes he's back in me, fucking me senseless, I have never been so worked up in my life and yet another climax hit me.

Out again, fingers in, Kari's screams followed by grunts from Dan as he climaxed. I quickly got on my knees and alternated between Kari's cunt and Dan's cock, collecting his spunk which I exchanged with Kari when we kissed.