Andrea parked in the far corner of the sporting goods store parking lot, as instructed, and waited. As the minutes passed, her nervousness increased, but she had been told to wait, so she did.
Ten minutes later, another SUV pulled up next to her, and her colleague, Dr. Bill Berman, leaned out the window. "Ready?" he asked with a big smile on his face. She grabbed the backpack on the passenger seat, got out, and walked around to the other side of Bill's car.
When she got in, she handed him her car key and backpack, which he put in the back seat.
"Thanks for letting me borrow the camera overnight," he said as he backed out of his parking space. "It helped me get familiar with it."
"Where are we going?" she asked when he turned out of the lot and away from the main road.
"Farm country," was all he said as they drove along. Andrea was too nervous to say anything further.
IT HAD BEEN HER IDEA to have a member join them on an out-of-town dare. When that did not work out, she and Sterling kept toying with the idea. One night, as they were lying in bed, she impulsively said, "What about Bill Berman?"
Sterling was gently rubbing her pussy at the time. "Do you think he would do it?" He pressed just a little harder, and Andrea sighed.
"I think so," she said, writhing just a little. "I mean, he's already seen me naked, and I've seen his . . . " She was going to mention having seen him masturbate, but Sterling's touch broke her concentration.
"And what about you? Do you want him filming you naked?" She moaned as he kept drawing circles over her pussy, pressing more firmly with each stroke. She twisted against him as he brought her to the edge of orgasm, then relented. "Well?" He asked again when she had relaxed. She moaned in reply and took his cock in her hand. Soon they were both distracted from further conversation, completely focused on making each other cum.
In the morning, she said she would bring up the idea with Bill. It took her more than a week to finally get over her fear and ask him, and it took a few more days for him to agree, after asking her several times whether she was sure about this. When he finally agreed to do it, she asked him to write up a scenario that she could follow. "I want you to challenge me," she said, "push me past my boundaries, my comfort zone." She leaned forward and whispered. "I want you to make me your whore."
Bill sat back in his chair with that somewhat opaque look he got when he was considering a question. Then he gave her a half-smile and said, "Okay."
That night, after Sterling had fallen asleep, Andrea lay in the dark, thinking, "What the fuck have I just got myself into?"
AS BILL DROVE ALONG, she pulled the scenario out of her backpack to read it over one more time, even though she could probably recite it from memory. She looked at it, but could not concentrate, so she tossed it onto the floor. Finally, after riding in silence for a while longer, she asked the question that had been puzzling her for a while.
"Why won't you tell me the screen name you used to sign up for my site?" Bill gave a small chuckle and kept driving. "I offered you a discount," she added, "but you'd have to tell me what name to give it to."
"Does it bother you that you don't know? After all, no other member knows who you are, so far as I know. And you don't really know who any of them are."
"I thought we might be different."
"We are different." He laughed again. "You know more about me . .. and have seen more of me than you have any of your other members. Or our co-workers, for that matter. Do you begrudge me one little secret corner where I can play out my own fantasies?"
She smiled. "Just like you're playing out these fantasies today?"
"You opened the door, and I walked in."
She sat back, not quite sure that conversation had soothed her nerves. She rode the rest of the way in silence.
AFTER ANOTHER HALF-HOUR, Bill turned onto a small, half-paved road running between two fields, then onto a dirt road. He soon pulled off to the side to park, and they got out. He got the backpack out of the back seat and pulled a shirt out of it before slipping it onto his shoulders. He got the camera from its own bag in the back and turned it on. "Ready?"
She nodded. He focused the camera on her and said, "Go."
She pulled off the shirt she was wearing and tossed it into the back seat. She cupped her little tits in her hands and turned toward the camera. She had a temporary tattoos of the word WHORE posted over her left tit and SLUT over her right. Over her navel were the words DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT. These were part of the package he had prepared for the scenario, aimed at turning this dignified, married doctor colleague into his own little whore.
She was about to reach into the back seat to pick up the shirt he had tossed there when he said, "Put this on first." He handed her a leather collar with the word WHORE in silver block letters. He kept the camera on her as she reached behind her neck to secure it. He scanned the collar and her tits and stomach, then said, "Okay." She reached into the back seat and pulled out a black tank top with DADDY'S FUCKTOY written in white script. She pulled it on and ran her hands down the front to smooth the material over her tits, pinching the nipples as she did so.
At his signal, she turned and headed down the path. After a couple minutes, he said, "Shorts." Without breaking stride, she unbuttoned the white jeans shorts, pushed them down her legs, and kicked them to the side. She was wearing a tiny thong that allowed him to focus on her tight little ass as it twitched its way along with every step. He had not had much chance to check out her ass when she stripped in his office so many months ago. He appreciated it on the videos she posted on the site. Now he was glad to have his own private live view.
"Turn around," he called out. She did a quick turn and kept walking backwards as she played with the waistband of the pink thong announcing DADDY'S LITTLE CUM SLUT. She lowered it once or twice, just enough to give a hint of her pussy, then laughed and turned around to continue back down the path, now getting narrower and overgrown.
After a turn, Bill called out, "Top." He saw a slight stiffening in her back and hesitation in her step, then she lifted off her tank top and tossed it onto a tree branch. She danced around a little, turning to face the camera and squeezing her tits. She took a few steps back, turned, and rocked her ass back and forth while Bill filmed. She pulled the waistband of her thong out to the sides, lowering it left and right to tempt him with glimpses of her pussy. She laughed and danced further down the trail.
Even though she came across as happy and carefree, she was trembling inside as she got closer to the ultimate objective of this escapade. She wanted to do it, to get naked and play with herself in front of her colleague, but the thought continued to make her stomach tighten and her pussy quiver. She was biting her lip when Bill called out her next instruction.