Sarah and the Gypsie's Curse

My story is true, but it played out like a very absurd cautionary tale as to why you shouldn't just blow up in someone's face in the middle of the street.

My name is Sarah and I'm a 36 year old office worker that I'm perfectly happy working in, I have a boyfriend named Gary who I love quite a lot, I've got a good deal of friends who enjoy my company (and vice versa), basically, life was good, and if I may brag a bit, my hourglass figure, fit body, luscious ass and bouncing breasts are pretty stellar.

Now, like many if not most people, I have my own kinks, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I love reading stories on websites and message boards and whatnot, I'm not brave enough to ever do any of that in public, at least, not until one fateful day.

I was on my way to get some coffee during a break at work, when I accidentally bumped into what I could only describe at the time as a homeless old lady, who wasted no time beginning to yell at me.

"Watch where you're going you hussy!" she said in a thick, eastern european accent, now this was New-York so I wasn't really fazed all that much by getting bumped into nor getting yelled at as a result, and of course, I did what any good old New-Yorker would do, I shot back:

"Oh, put a sock in it, you old bag!" Not the most cutting of insults nor the most creative, but that didn't dampen the old lady's spirit.

"Oh yeah!? Well, a curse on you, you whore, may your humiliation never end, and may no one ever come to your aid!" That bit took me off guard, insults I was used to, but actual curses? That was pretty rare, and it took me off guard even further since the old lady had such an intimidating accent, and in hindsight, if you described that lady as a gypsy to me, I would not find fault in your description.

I just walked away, intent on pushing the incident out of my mind, but it did kind of stick in there.

Over the next few days I'd forget the whole thing for the most part but my mind would always wander back to it, all until one weekend where I was out jogging before I went back to Gary's apartment; I had some clothes over at his place so I didn't think much of it.

Back at the apartment, I gave Gary a kiss "Need anything before I take a shower, Sweetey?"

"Nah, I'm good, enjoy your shower." I hopped into the shower, and since I'd done this many times before, I didn't notice Gary sneaking in and stealing all the clothes and towels from the bathroom.

When I got out, I searched around and couldn't find anything, I was puzzled and decided to go out in search of some of my clothes that I had left there, I wasn't bothered being naked in Gary's apartment, since I had been in this state before, so I wasn't really surprised by anything.

"Honey, did you take my clothes?" I called out, seeing how Gary was nowhere to be found, however, his reply came from outside the apartment's door.

"Hey Sweety, I have them with me, but can you help me out a little here?" I was flustered, I wanted to tell him that I was naked, but I didn't want to shout it out in case anyone heard.

I tiptoed over to the door where he was, and before I knew what was going on, the door blew open, and in one swift motion, Gary grabbed me, shoved me outside and latched the door, and so I was stuck outside in the hallway naked.

"Gary! What the hell!?" I nearly shouted, but I didn't want to alert the neighbors to any disturbance, the only thing worse than being out here naked was the neighbors watching it as it happened.

My hands had flown up quite naturally to cover myself in classic ENF fashion, but it was too late, Gary had snapped a picture of me in the hallway fully nude, he told me to put my arms down, maybe it was the little exhibitionist in me, maybe it was shock, heck, nowadays, I might think it was the curse, but I did as I was told without much thought, my compliance prompted a few more pics.

"Okay, you had your fun, Can I get back in now?" I had no idea what was happening, Gary had never done anything like this before, but for some reason the thought of that old lady's curse shot right back into my head.

"Sure, as soon as you lay down and masturbate." Gary gave the command, I was shocked, but I can't lie, I was turned on by those words, it was like one of those nonsensical stories I'd read online, but I reminded myself, those are just stories, not matter how vehemently the characters in the stories proper argued otherwise.

"You can't be serious!" I hissed at Gary, my arms remembering to return to their proper position, where they can shield my privates.

"You won't get in unless you do." Gary threatened, cementing the fact that I was not in a position to argue.

"Can I at least come back in and do it inside?" I tried to bargain, though that was probably futile on my part, considering my position and the cause of it.

"Nope, do it right where you are, I don't want you dirtying up the inside of the apartment." Gary laughed, okay, that was kinda mean, he was referring to my tendency to squirt when orgasming, and a part of me wanted to refuse him, but another part knew he had won completely and had total control over me, and then common sense just went out the door when yet another part argued that I would love it (probably the same part that pushed my arms down), all while that niggling thought about the curse kept intruding at the back of my head.

What, you think you're gonna break the curse by asking?

I laid down on the ground and spread my legs open, I let my hands do their work as one latched onto my breasts and the other started flicking my clit, I was pretty horny as it was, so the orgasm was coming quick, I looked back at Gary and saw the phone still recording.

"Those are just for you, right?" I managed to get out as two of my fingers slipped into my pussy.

"Nope, I'll be sharing these with all our friends." and that set me off, it hit me that I was laying down stark butt naked in the middle of the hallway and masturbating after being locked out by my boyfriend, and I was now having the most amazing orgasm, my juices squirted out on the hallway floor, my voice barely kept in.

I was breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasm when I heard a voice:

"Hi Sarah, good to see you." It was Mike, Gary's brother, looking at me lying there with the biggest grin on his face.