First of all, I have to apologize! I mean you know I am not the writer, exactly, of this story. Mr. Spunk, as I like to call him is who actually is putting our memories down here for all of you to read. I should have said that in the first part, but I was so excited to see our life on the pages he put together from my notes that I just fell in love with the story and well, I've now said it. It was my fault, or Sam and my fault about those few typos in the first part. That was my deal with Mr. Spunk. So if you are upset, if that made it hard for you to understand our story, I am sorry.
Second I have to tell you that seeing our story on line had me orgasming as I read it. I read it a few times and each time I came harder. I played with my nipple piercings as I read it and thought also of what more I wanted you to see and know about Sam and I and let's just say my pussy has not been dry, my nipples have remained erect and Sam's cock has been ready and willing whenever we have the time.
I guess you can see that the act of being seen masturbating for Diane and Stacey, excited both Sam and I and for a few weeks that event remained in full focus for both of us. Just mentioning either of their names or seeing my wonderful nipple bars would send Sam and I into mutual ecstasy. It would eventually become obvious that we would need to find another means of exposing me, or both of us soon. A few weeks later, with my nipples fully healed I was once again on line, looking for something that would please both Sam and I. By this time I'd found a bunch of different sites with lots of stuff made for submissive types, but given that I wasn't a true submissive, a lot of it did not appeal to me.
While I did enjoy some pain, I was not in constant need of it, so no whips or other devices of torture appealed to either of us. My need and from what I learned of Sam's needs were all centered on exposure and or humiliation. So I purchased a couple of things I thought would meet at least one if not both of those desires. First I bought a lacy white thong, but the strap of the thong that would cut through my slit was made of a string of sterling balls. Not large balls, but large enough to rub against my clit pussy lips and asshole when I walked in them. When Sam opened the package he smiled and handed me the thong and said.
"Wear these tonight. We'll go out to dinner and maybe a little dancing. I'll select the rest of your outfit while you shower."
"Thank you Sam."
I did not know at that time how effective the thong would be but I was dripping on the way to the shower just imaging the possibilities. When I put on the thong I felt a jolt of excitement and when I slipped into my stockings and garter belt I looked in the mirror and loved the look. Next I put on a sheer light blue silk blouse that only had buttons half way up, leaving a good deal of cleavage exposed and of course the softness of the silk showed off my hard nipples and the bars that pierced them. A short white skirt completed my outfit and we left for dinner.
Initially, all I could think about was the thong. I could feel the balls as they relentlessly rolled over my clit, pushed open my dampening pussy lips and rubbed up against my asshole. All in all it was an OK night, the thong took my mind off the display my tits made and by the time we were dancing I had grown used to the agitation of the thong. Sex that night was pretty good, we both came pretty hard but in some ways I was disappointed with the overall effect.
The other item I purchased came a few days later and Sam was again delighted with my selection. I only hoped this one would achieve a better result. This was a set of panties that had a vibrator that fit up against my clit and a small, maybe the size of Sam's pinky finger, dildo that slipped into my ass. The purpose of the dildo was two fold, first, like the vibrator against my clit, it too would piston a bit in and out of my ass and all of it was controlled by a wireless remote that Sam would control. The anal dildo also proved adept at keeping the vibrator snug against my clit. Once again I dressed in what was becoming my regular type of outfit, a sheer or thin blouse and skirt, exposed cleavage and nipples easily seen pressed against the soft fabric.
That night was immensely better as Sam would use the vibrator on me whenever someone came to our table. I had difficulty controlling my speech when ordering dinner or dessert. I could not sit still long if some friend came to our table to chat as Sam would push the level of vibration up to the max and have the dildo pulsing in and out of my ass at the same time. Sam had us linger at the restaurant with after dinner drinks to keep me in a place where my now obvious erotic state was becoming more and more apparent to those around us. I pleaded with Sam with my eyes but he continually shook his head and then would stop and then start the motions with no regularity. I was doing everything in my power to keep from orgasming at that table. First I knew I was not to cum without permission and second I knew this coming orgasm would not be a quiet one.
Sam stopped the device and rested the remote on the table then leaned over to me.
"Alexis! Do you recall when Stacey was cleaning you up and Diane and I were talking?"
I could barely nod I was so shaken by my ordeal and the memory of Stacy's tongue.
"Diane told that she could see how your exposure and the humiliation that would accompany it was what you loved and would love to do. She said that the larger the crowd, the hotter you'd get. The more humiliated you'd become the more you'd orgasm."
I again attempted to nod but could not speak. What Sam said, what Diane had intimated was true.
"She suggested that you might enjoy trying to be an exotic dancer in a club."
Still unable to speak, but feeling the effect of Sam's comment bolstering the turmoil inside me, I did my best to nod.
"So, tomorrow night I'd like to know if you would like to come with me to a Gentleman's club down in Florida. Tomorrow is Friday and on Saturday night there is a club that hosts an amateur night. Would it fit in your desire to be naked and exposed to a room full of men and women?"
I could barely nod this time.
"Well why don't we go home and make some plans?
Sam stood and came over and pulled my chair out, but when I stood I saw that my seat was soaked with my juices and that my skirt was sticking to the cheeks of my ass. I felt tremendous humiliation as heads turned and watched as I passed. I could even hear a few comments.