Marianne made me sit on that hateful cock, stuffed, while we ate. The thing in my bottom made the cock seem so much larger than it ever had before. I was truly stuffed, both front and back. And of course I was naked. Naked as I always was for Marianne, it seemed. Clothes for me were an afterthought for Marianne.
It was hard to sit and eat as though there was nothing wrong with those two things up me. I did as well as I could. If I moved, it felt as though an electric current was shot into my abdomen. I was getting aroused again. No woman could sit with those things up her and not become aroused. I peeked down and saw that my nipples were hard and really sticking out. I was oozing around that fake cock. My bottom felt so full.
It was a relief to finally be done and have Marianne get up and tell me to get up also. I rose as carefully as I could but I blushed with the sucking wet sound I made as my body left the cock that was inside me. My inner thighs up high were wet with my arousal. I still had that thing in my ass.
She had me bend over the table and she spread my cheeks open. I sucked in air knowing what was coming. I felt her fingers at the base of the thing up my bottom and she pulled gently. I felt my anus widening and I gasped as it widened far enough to let the flange through. Suddenly I felt relief as it slid out of me, becoming narrower as each bit slid back. It didn’t pop as it left although I felt that it should have. I felt as though my anus was gaping. It probably was.
Marianne handed it to me and pulled the fake cock off the chair.
“Clean them and put them in my suitcase.”
I held each with distaste and walked into the bathroom to wash them off. I did as I was told and in short order they were in her suitcase. Then I showered. I felt my anus and it was gaping open. That thing was large for that part of me. I felt violated and ashamed. Violated because she hadn’t asked me if I wanted that thing up my butt. Ashamed because of how easily she had inserted it inside me. I was ashamed and humiliated again. I wanted to throw that thing out the window, but they didn’t open so I couldn’t.
I walked back out into the sitting room naked. Marianne looked at me. She smiled. She had seen me naked so often it didn’t bother me as much anymore. I still hadn’t seen her naked, not even a hint of nipple or pussy hair.
“Do you like being naked for me?”
“I don’t think I really have a choice, do I? If I came out dressed what would you say to me?”
She smiled broadly.
“Strip.”
“Exactly. So I would have to undress again just after getting dressed. So I figure, what’s the point. It isn’t like you have never seen my body.”
“Yes, you are right.”
“So, what are we going to do? When do we leave?”
“Well, the tickets back are for 8 o’clock so we could go sight seeing. Or we could just stay here and maybe I could arrange something for you. Or maybe we could play a game of dare. What do you think?”
“I think I would prefer the sight seeing.”
“That’s what I thought. We’ll do that, but first I think we’ll play a game of dare for you.”
“Marianne, that isn’t fair. I think we should both play the same game for once. Let you see how it feels. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so eager to show me off.”
“You think so? What kind of game do you think we could play together?”
“What were you going to do to me?”
“I thought about taking you to the stairway and having you undress there and walk back to the room.”
“Umhmm. Well, how about this. We both go to the stairwell. I’ll take off my clothes and lay them down. I’ll stand naked while you take yours off too. No dropping them on the stairs. They have to be folded nicely. When we are both naked, we dress in each other’s clothes and come back to the room.”
“That sounds interesting, girl. Let’s make it more interesting. We go to the stairwell and walk down three flights. You strip naked and fold your clothes nicely. I’ll strip naked and dress in your clothes. I put mine in my bag and we walk back up. You stay naked. You stay naked until we are back in the room.”
“It isn’t fair, Marianne.”
“I know, but I have those lovely pictures, don’t I?”
“I know. Whatever you want to do.”
“If it was whatever I want to do, you’d be naked in the stairwell and back up to the room. But I will be a good sport. I’ll take some risk too, just to show you I am not a frump. That’s as good as you will get.”
I nodded, realizing that I was finally going to see her naked. It excited me even with the nerves that I felt thinking how far I was going to be naked. And how much of it was going to be in a reasonably public place. Marianne was going to be naked in front of me!
I hurried into the bedroom to pick out clothes for each of us. I picked out blouses, bras, panties, and skirts, stockings and garter belts. I had Marianne watch me as I dressed. I put the stockings and garter belt on first, then the panties.
“This is how you will wear this, Marianne.”
“I see. So I have to take off my underpants before the garter belt can come off. Very cute, girl, very cute.”
I didn’t think she would figure it out so fast. I wanted her to have to take off her underpants before she could get the garter belt off, making her bare her pussy for a longer time. It was a good idea and she didn’t seem to mind.
She made me leave before she dressed, so I wouldn’t see her naked before the stairwell. I was wondering if she would strip or if she would just let me strip and refuse to herself. It wouldn’t take long to find out. She came out and smirked at me and walked to the door. I followed, nervously. I was going to be naked for much longer than she is, if she actually followed through and did it.
We walked to the door to the stairs and Marianne showed me that she was pretty smart. She partially blocked the door on our floor open, since we really didn’t know if we could open it from inside once we got there. I certainly didn’t think of it. Marianne smiled at me. We walked down two flights of stairs. She stopped and so did I.
“Well?”
I began to undress. The blouse and skirt off, then the bra. I blushed as I pulled down the panties. Nudity still got to me. I bent and unhooked the garter belt and took it off. Then I toed off the heels and rolled down each stocking and removed them. As I took off each item, I folded it carefully and laid it on the landing. Marianne watched me with a tiny smile on her face. I wondered what she was thinking. When I was totally bare assed naked, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, making me blush even more.
“I know that you think I am a bitch and that I don’t have the guts you do, girl. Come with me and see my guts.”
She took my hand and led me down two more flights of stairs. Our room was on the ninth floor. We were now on the fifth floor landing. Marianne looked at me and set her bag on the landing. She unbuttoned her blouse. I was probably open-mouthed. I didn’t think she would do this. I really thought that when I was naked she would say April Fool or something like that.
I watched her hands as she undid the blouse, pulled it out of her skirt and removed it. She folded it and put it in her bag. Then she undid and unzipped her skirt. It slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. She bent, picked it up, folded it and stowed it in the bag. The bra was next. She unclasped it and removed it without comment. It went in the bag, neatly folded. Her breasts, no tits, were bigger than mine were with large aureoles and nipples. Her nipples were as erect as mine were. Marianne was excited also.
I just stood and stared at her. She smiled back at me. Her thumbs went to the waistband of her underpants and they were pushed down. I watched as her luxuriant bush came into view. It was a bush, but the hair was trimmed short, just not shaved like mine was. I knew she was hairy from having licked her the last two nights, but seeing it was a thrill. The hair was dark, almost black. I could see her lips peeking out. It was hot. I hardly realized that I was bare ass naked, I was watching her so hard.
The panties went in the bag. She unhooked the garter belt and removed it. It went in the bag too. Her heels came off and she rolled down each stocking, removing them and placing them in the bag. Then she slipped on her heels just as I had two flights up.
Marianne smiled at me. She was lovely. She was naked. I was naked. We were both naked in a hotel stairwell. My clothes were two flights up. Her clothes were in a bag at our feet. Marianne picked up the bag. She looked at it, then at me, at my naked body.
“We really don’t need this do we?”
I must have goggled at her. I know my mouth fell open as I watched her toss the bag down the stairs towards the fourth floor. To me, the sound of her bag bouncing sounded like a cannon. She stepped up beside me and took my hand. Then we both started climbing the stairs, climbing the stairs naked.
Marianne held my hand and we walked up, heels clicking on each stair, naked together. I kept glancing at her. Watching her tits bounce as she climbed the stairs. I wanted to be behind her too, so I could see her ass and what it looked like as she climbed. I was almost dizzy. My pussy was oozing and my nipples so hard they almost hurt. Our legs brushed together as we climbed the stairs and I felt tingling as we touched. This was so much more bearable than me being the only one naked.
When we reached my clothes, Marianne bent and picked up the key card for our room that she had laid on top of my folded stockings. She straightened up and looked at me.
