I felt spent, but still not satisfied at the same time. I was starting to worry that my mind wanted more than my body could handle. I could still feel Benjamin's cum leaking out of me and down my thighs. As I stood back up, my legs were a little weak, but slowly started getting their strength back. Once up, I felt John's hand reach down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers around and through my lips as he inserted a finger into me, curling it and holding me in place. I could feel a pressure building inside of me again with his fat finger using me like a...well, finger puppet.
"Oh god, what are you doing?"
As soon as it started, it ended as he pulled his finger out of me, leaving me very confused and distraught.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue" he looked at me sternly.
I did as I was told like a good little girl, opening my mouth.
"Clean," was the only word that came out of his mouth and I knew exactly what to do.
He slowly put his finger into my mouth and I sucked it from tip to knuckle, licking at it like a dog who hadn't eaten for days. Tasting cum along with my juices and sweat on John's hand, I didn't know what degraded and turned me on more, the cum, my own or his disgusting sweat. My pussy clenching, the more turned on I got, truly showing myself, how much humiliation turned me on and even worse, I was starting to like the taste.
"Enough, enough, we're all kind of hungry now," John said pulling his finger out of my mouth with an embarrassingly loud pop, "and guess who is picking up the food."
"I can't, I'm, well, naked."
People all around seemed a bit confused as well, being naked here was one thing, but I couldn't go parading around and walking into a restaurant naked.
"Well you know the rules, and yet, you took everything off anyway."
That was true, I knew perfectly well that anything that came off, could not be put back on and I stupidly stripped, thinking with my vagina instead of my brain. I had no idea I was going outside again though. I was getting worried and had no idea what to do, my arousal now turning into panic.
"Don't worry, we'll work something out, come with me."
John took my hand and pulled me in the back, he brought me to a cardboard box and started digging through it. Some shirts, old dirty clothes and then he pulled out what looked like an old-fashioned trench coat and handed it to me.
"Here you go, let's see how it looks," John said handing me the coat.
The coat was a little long, it went down past my knees and smelled like cigarette smoke, I felt pretty well covered, except for the fact that unbuttoned it kept sliding off of my shoulder.
"Might need a few alterations."
John got a pair of scissors from a toolbox on the floor and had me take off the coat, I was once again naked, but it didn't feel unnatural at all, which kind of made me giggle at the thought. A few snips, some buttons fell, a bit of fabric as well and I was handed back what was left of the once long coat. I started blushing even before I put it on.
"Come on, we don't have all day, I'm hungry, so it's either this or nothing at all."
I quickly put on the coat the best I could before getting shuffled back through the lobby and out the front door. Not even having time to properly assess what I had just put on.
"The payment has already been taken care of, the restaurant is the deli across the street and as a punishment, you have to leave the mask here."
My heart nearly dropped, it was one thing to be naked, but at least no one would know it was me, this felt like I was truly being exposed. I took off the mask and handed it over almost feeling like a tear was welling up in my eye, I felt like the little girl that walked in here when this all began, scared and overwhelmed. I watched as John walked back into the store putting the mask into his back pocket.
"Make sure to be nice and do everything they tell you!" were the last words I heard before the door shut.
I looked down at myself, the bottom of the coat was only an inch below my butt and felt very flimsy with all the material taken off and with two of the top buttons gone, I tied the belt around the coat the best I could to keep it straight, but could barely make a knot with it since the belt had also been cut shorter. I was also showing a lot of cleavage and having a tough time keeping the bulky shoulders of the coat on mine. Any wrong move and I would be exposed, whether top, bottom or both. To my dismay, the idea was starting to turn me on and I could feel my hungry pussy start to leak its juices down my inner thighs. I had to make this quick before I got in trouble from either being exposed, making the people wait too long for their food or my arousal getting the best of me.
I was about to walk across the street when a cop car passed by and not wanting to draw unwanted attention or possible awkward questions, I decided to walk down to the corner to take the crosswalk and nearly forgot how awkward these 4-inch heels were making my journey. Every sway sending panic that I was exposing something, the air running through the sleeves and up my legs made me feel like I wasn't wearing anything at all.
"Shit!" I yelled, nearly falling forward and one of the bottom buttons popping off, the only thing now really keeping together the coat from my waist down was left of the belt and it was having its work cut out for it.
I tightened and lowered the belt a little hoping it would help, but felt a bit more restrained in my movements at the same time. I felt every move of my thighs was loosening the belt.
"Left, right, left, right," I kept mumbling to myself hoping if I was extra careful, I wouldn't trip again.
I finally made it to the corner, halfway to my destination and pressed the cross-walk button.
"Excuse me" a voice came from behind me and nearly made me jump out of my skin.
I smoothed and fixed the coat and turned around facing a guy who kind of reminded me of Rick Astley. Nerdy but cute, short hair, thin, and around the age of someone going to college.
He looked down at me and grinned, "I'm looking for the Marriott, on 5th, maybe you could help me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm kind of a tourist as well and don't know the area," I said very apologetically.
"How rude of me, I'm Daniel, by the way, my friends call me Danny for short." He reached out his hand to me to shake mine.
"Hi, my name is," as I reached out my hand the coat started slipping down my shoulder and I was just in time catching it before exposing anything, "Maggie."
He took my hand and brought it to his face kissing it instead, "sorry I couldn't resist," with our height difference I nearly tripped forward as he pulled my hand towards him.
"Sorry the light just changed," I said, but before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled/escorted across the crosswalk. It was a little faster than I would have liked with Danny holding my hand.
I focused as hard as I could on my walking, hoping not to trip, constantly holding my top, stopping it from slipping down and at the same time feeling the belt starting to loosen. I didn't know what to do and was so confused, but as the belt knot came undone, I instinctively reached down to hold the bottom of the coat together and shrugged my shoulders hoping to keep my breasts from showing as we finally made it to the other side. I quickly went to retying the belt back when we got to the other corner.
"That was a close...," Danny's sentence stopped mid as I realized what he was staring at, the top of my breasts clearly in view as one of the coat arms had slipped down almost to my left elbow.
I quickly fixed the top and blushed only thinking what this guy could have been thinking about me. Only hoping he was thinking that I was wearing some kind of sleeveless low-cut top rather than being completely naked under this coat, that I wasn't some kind of exhibitionist freak looking for a kick.
"Hey, I don't have to check into my hotel for a bit, how about I join you, where are you heading?"
"Oh, um, just to pick up lunch for the people at the store."
"Are you some kind of secretary or something?"
"Something like that..."
I didn't want to lie, but what else could I say, I'm a horny little slut, that is having a day in a glory hole store all about my utter humiliation and exposure that turns me on so much because I enjoy being used. Instead I put on a fake smile while hoping the awkward silence would end and he would just say something.
"Where are you picking up the food?"
"The deli over there," I pointed to the deli across from the store.
We finally started walking again and as we did Danny had his hand on my back guiding me to the restaurant, while I used one hand to keep the top as closed as I could and the other to keep the bottom together.
"Are you cold?" Danny was stroking my back, eyeing me as we walked to the deli, making me feel very self-conscious of my attire, "not much of a coat to keep you warm if you are."
"Didn't have much else to wear...today...you know?" I was a horrible liar and the hornier I was getting, the harder it was to come up with something to hide my predicament.
Every car that passed by felt like a tease to my body, the wind they were giving off driving pass was a tease to remind me just how naked I was underneath. I could feel the wind circling my ankles, up to my calves, over my exposed pussy and ass, it almost felt, sensual. With all the teasing I could feel myself getting wetter, leaking down my legs and worrying that my arousal could be seen and smelled a mile away. At the same time, the feeling of Danny stroking my back started to feel good and a bit calming, almost to the point that my grip on my coat starts to loosen up a little. His hand was making soft, circular, stroking motions from the top of my back to my lower back that felt almost hypnotic and without even realizing I was no longer holding the top of the coat together.
Ding!
