It was kind of strange using a dildo on myself. It's more my husband Al's toy than mine, he just loves to use it on me. So here I was laid on the bed, with my legs open and driving it in. It wasn't too difficult as my cunt was drenched anyway. As the cock substitute filled me I could feel my orgasm increase in intensity. I tried to make it last as long as I could without cumming. But it was no use I came quickly and loud, having to hold the sheet to my mouth to stifle my moans of pleasure.
Why was I fucking myself with a dildo as quietly as I could? Well, Al was watching the game on TV downstairs and I didn't want him to know I was desperate for a fuck, any fuck. Now for those of you new to my story let me explain.
I've gotten myself into a mess of trouble with our neighbor Stan Gladstone. Stan's a quiet sort of guy, a retired high school teacher. We've chatted over the fence some and he's played pool with Al. I work part-time at night in a nursing home so my days are free. Since Stan's been retired we've talked nearly every day. He's been a widower for years and whilst not handsome isn't ugly either. Since he's been about during the day, I've started leaving my bra off whenever possible. I have huge tits, 40dd, which I'm proud of and I've been giving him teasing glimpses of them for a while.
I don't usually wear panties in the yard either during the day. But I've always worn them outside the home, well how do you explain your missing panties if you have an accident? It was this minor form of exhibitionism that got me caught up with Stan. He's got a video of me being fucked by a security guard and he's threatened to tell Al if I don't go along with his plans.
So here I am, fucking myself with a dildo remembering about how good the other afternoon was especially Stan encouraging me to expose my tits at the coffee shop. He's told me he's taking me out somewhere tomorrow afternoon and I can't wait.
The next day...
The "art gallery" wasn't in the best part of town but Stan seemed to know all about it. He'd picked me up earlier and checked I had followed his instructions by lifting my dress u and looking me over. He had been insistent on me not wearing any underwear but I could put some panties in my bag for the journey home. For a sexual blackmailer, Stan could be quite considerate! I had on the dress I'd been wearing at the Mall.
On the journey to the gallery Stan had demanded I unbutton my dress and have my breasts uncovered. I had been reticent to do this at first but Stan had told me if I didn't do it voluntarily he would do it for me. Although I liked the idea of that very much I really didn't want him ruining my favourite dress by ripping it open.
He parked the car and made me get out with my dress still open although my breasts were covered up. The building was long and low and quite squalid looking. He pushed me in front of him giving me no chance to escape. "I'm quite looking forward to this Tina," he commented as a sour looking guy admitted us into the building.
The room was dark and it was difficult to see it clearly. There were a couple of guys standing by the door. Stan returned their greeting then said, "Here she is. Do you want her to take a look at her?"
"Yeah, come into the office." This was the younger guy he looked me over. "Can't see if she's right if she's dressed."
I had no intention of getting undressed. The second guy leered, "If her tits are as big as they look, she'll be OK."
Stan smirked, "40dd big enough?"
The younger guy also leered at me and made sucking noises. "Wow, Mama! Lead me to those udders!"
"Tina, get your dress off." I debated whether to resist but knew Stan would do it for me if I did. I slipped my dress off and let it pool around my feet.
"Wow, look at that fucking hairy cunt, man! Those tits are fucking something else" the first guy snickered, flicking one of my nipples. This made me wince but I liked what he was saying, he was making me feel like a slut. "She's certainly well stacked, the crowd are going to love her."
Stan laughed, "Tina has no idea why she's here."
"Well, better get her in place then."
I looked at Stan in puzzlement. "You going to love this afternoon, Tina. You're going to be so horny, you'll be begging for anything to fuck you."
There was a sullen looking young girl, about eighteen or nineteen reading a magazine. She hadn't looked up as we walked in. she was young enough to be my daughter. Stan called over to her, "Hi Megan, got the paint?" She gestured to a small pot on the desk and a brush.
"Stan, tell me what's going on!" I was a little panicky by now at what was going to happen.
"Tina, nothing to worry about. You are going to spend a couple of hours as a living statue."
"Living statue? I don't know what that it."
He picked up the paint. "You will. Now I need to paint a couple of triangles and a circle on you so that your attributes can be highlighted." Before I knew what was happening he had painted a triangle around each of my tits and a circle around my hairy cunt in black paint. "Oh, don't worry, it'll come off in the shower."
As he waited for the paint to dry I became aware of the young girl staring at my tits. "Wish mine were as big as those," She heaved a sigh lifting her cropped top to display her own small perky breasts. Her nipples and areola were dark as opposed my own pink.
Stan casually leaned over and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. She didn't bat an eyelid at his actions and seemed very comfortable with him doing it. It obviously wasn't the first time and it made me feel resentful that he hadn't done it to me. "Don't you worry about these, Megan they are quite satisfying as they are."
She gave him an anxious look, "You're sure?"
He nodded, "Absolutely". He gave her tits a final squeeze and walked over to me. "Showtime."
Naked and painted, I meekly followed him out into the room. There were some boxes scattered about the room and I was told to stand in one. A soft rope attached to a hook hanging down from a beam then secured my hands. This meant I was standing straight with no slouching.
