Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
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My mind wanders as I sit in the front row of my Psychology class listening to Professor Smalls drone on and on. He stands directly in front of me but he isn't looking at the class. He's looking directly at me and I know exactly what he wants. Without conscious thought I allow my legs to part exposing my pussy with its light dusting of blond hair. I'm wearing a short tight skirt and no panties as usual.
I smile as he stutters momentarily losing his train of thought. His eyes are riveted on the widening gap between my thighs. As my legs part farther my skirt slides up my thighs making it easier for me to reward him with an even better view. I repress a small chuckle realizing that I just secured an "A" for today at least.
For as long as I can remember I have felt an uncontrollable urge to expose my body to men. Mostly strangers that I do not know and will probably never see again. Sometimes, like today, I desire the excitement and thrill that I feel when I expose myself to men that I know and will, most certainly, see again. I've even exposed myself to some of my male family members.
I suppose it all started with my dad. I wanted his approval so much but it never seemed forthcoming. Yet my brother seemed to receive dad's approval almost effortlessly. Maybe it was a male thing. My dad was in the military and my brother wanted to follow in his footsteps. They seemed to have a bond that I would forever be denied.
Then my dad was killed while on a mission in Afghanistan. My whole world was disrupted and I was devastated. My mother was stressed to the limit and seemed unable to cope. My brother's solution was to join the military himself as soon as he graduated from high school. I began to act out by wearing clothing that allowed me to easily expose my ripening body in public.
I cannot explain the rationale. It simply felt good to be desired. I guess I just needed male approval. At the time I was much too young to be interested in getting fucked but knowing that I was desirable made me feel good about myself. I was comfortable and satisfied with the situation until I began dating Trevor.
I found Trevor easy to talk to and before too long I had revealed to him my need to expose myself in public. Rather than being appalled, as I had expected, Trevor embraced the situation and began to suggest additional ways that I could find gratification. After trying a few of his suggestions solo I finally invited him to watch and even take photos of my encounters.
It was only a short time before I realized that I felt more comfortable knowing that Trevor was nearby as my escapades became more and more risqué. That's when things began to go wrong or so I thought.
One time, rather than go out, Trevor had asked me to pose naked for him and to let him take some photos. By this time I had known him for a few weeks and had grown to trust him so I did not hesitate to agree. It would be the ultimate rush to allow myself to be photographed totally nude. I knew that there was a risk when I agreed to let him take photos but I trusted him.
There wasn't any sex involved but he took all the common photos that you would expect. After I was undressed he took several head shots that included my tits. Then there was the full body shot with me standing with one hip shot out and a seductive look on my face.
After that he had me lay down on the bed with my legs spread exposing my pussy. While there he had me pull my pussy lips wide apart which was actually the most humiliating of all the photos. Trevor also took photos of me with my knees pulled up, legs spread and feet flat on the edge of the bed. For the final shots I pulled my knees up to my chest, spread my thighs wide and, once again, pulled the lips of my pussy wide open. This was the most erotic shot since it showed my ass hole, pussy, tits and my smiling face.
Over the next few weeks I thought no more about the photos. That is until the letter arrived. It was in my mail box yesterday when I came home from school. I had no idea what it could be and assumed that it was just another of the advertisements that I always get.
Imagine my surprise when I opened it and found a glossy computer printed copy of the last photo Trevor had taken of me with my pussy lips pulled wide apart. The photo was sharp and my face was clearly recognizable. At the top of the photo just above my head someone had added "Free Pussy" in bold white letters. A white space had been added at the bottom and my full name, address and phone number had been added in black text.
I found a slip of paper in the envelope with a cell phone number and the words "Call me!" To be honest, I was frantic but rather than call the unknown number I called Trevor immediately instead. I only had one question. "How the hell did this person get a copy of my photo?" Well, maybe two questions. "Who the hell is it?"
Then Trevor dropped the bomb. His phone had been stolen and contained not only all of my photos but my contact information as well. Whoever had the phone must be someone that knew one of us or had seen us together and made the connection. It really would not have been too hard. We made arrangements to get together this afternoon before I make the call.
As soon as Trevor came in I jumped on him. "What the hell is going on? I didn't want to let you take those pictures but, like a dummy, I let you talk me into it."
"I never shared them with anyone. Damn it Gwen! It's not my fault that someone stole my phone."
"I trusted you and you let me down. What am I going to do now? Someone has nude photos of me and I'm afraid that they plan to use them against me. Look at what they sent me" I said as I thrust the photo at him.
I almost hit Trevor when he said "I don't know what you're complaining about. You look great in the picture. Besides, I thought you got off showing yourself to strangers."
"Clearly this isn't the same. He has my name, address and phone number and he is clearly threatening to give out these photos. What I don't know is what the cost will be to keep him from doing so. What does he expect? Meanwhile all you can say is that I look great?"
"Calm down Gwen. Let's do as he asks and give him a call. We could both go crazy trying to figure out what it is that he wants. Go ahead and call him. Put the phone on speaker so that I can hear too."
I picked up my phone and keyed in the number that came with the picture. After three rings a pleasant male voice said "Hello Gwen. I'm glad that you decided to call. I really didn't want to send out that picture before we had time to expand our relationship."
I hardly heard what he said. "Who is this?" I demanded.
His chuckle was maddening as he said "We'll get into that later Gwen. Is Trevor there with you?"
"Yes I am. How did you get my phone?"
"You were very careless Trevor. Do you remember having lunch at that little café on Center Street? I think the name was Lucy's Luncheonette wasn't it? Anyway you walked off and left your phone on the table. I just took advantage of your carelessness.
"The first thing I did was to look at the pictures. Wow! What a surprise to see the lovely Gwen laid out for my enjoyment in all her naked glory. Of course I did not know what her name was then but it really wasn't hard to find out. I knew your name and by asking around I found out who you hung out with. When I saw you with Gwen I only had to follow her home and once I had her address it was easy from there. People are really stupid about what they keep on their phones."
Gwen said "I've had enough of this useless chit chat. What is it you want from me? Haven't you already got enough? You have photos of me naked. Embarrassing as that is I can't imagine what else you could want."
"Gwen I'm sure that your imagination can do better than that. I've read a number of the texts that you and Trevor have shared. I know that you get it off exposing yourself. Well we are going to work together. The three of us are going to have a lot of fun. I'm going to make the rules and set the agenda and you and Trevor are going to do as you're told. You know what will happen if you don't cooperate."
"You've got my pictures. If I do anything else you'll only have more ammunition to use against me. That seems stupid to me. Why would I want to make things worse?"
"I'm not going to respond to that and try to insult your intelligence. You are absolutely correct but you are overlooking one thing."
"And what the hell might that be?" I said in the most sarcastic tone possible.
"It's simple. You like showing off that lovely body. Let's be honest. You are the complete package. You are a natural blonde with long blond hair and a light dusting of blond curls highlighting your lovely pussy. Your tits aren't huge but they are full and those puffy nipples of yours are to die for. You're not glamorous but you have a girl next door appeal and that light dusting of freckles across your cheeks and nose are adorable. There's just one problem."
"And what might that be?"
"You're not aggressive enough."
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"You enjoy exposing yourself but you are too conservative. Maybe you just aren't creative enough or possibly you're concerned about your safety. Well I can assure you that I will not be conservative with you. And you should feel safe because both Trevor and I will always be there to insure your safety. I really hope that you will enjoy yourself but you are going to do what I say or else I'll have men knocking on your door constantly. I hope you understand that it's nothing personal. You are just a tool that will allow me to enjoy myself. I hope that you will enjoy yourself at the same time but that is just incidental. Do you understand?"
"Yeah I understand. I can't say that I like it but I understand. So what's next? Do you fuck me or what?"
"My goodness are you that anxious to get laid?"
"No! I just don't like not knowing what you've got in mind."
"Well you're going to have to wait for a while longer. I've really got to give this some thought. Humiliation is the name of the game. There are a lot of tried and true things that I could force you to do but I want to try to come up with something that is a little more unusual. I'll have to give this some thought. I'll give you a call tomorrow or the next day and give you your instructions. Sleep well."
Trevor wanted to stay and discuss things further but I was too upset to think straight so I sent him home.
"Sleep well?" he says. "Was he out of his mind?" I hardly slept at all as my mind churned with the possibilities. I certainly did not want a reputation around school as some sort of easy mark or slut. If he spread those photos around school that is exactly what would happen. Still my inner exhibitionist was all aflutter with the possibilities. Isn't this exactly the kind of thing that I had been doing on my own for the past few years? Of course it was but I really doubted that I was going to feel comfortable with this stranger in charge.
