Stripped and Sold: An Exhibitionist Bondage Erotic Short Story

Returning to my roots a little here, taking a break from long works to bring you a scorching little short!

STRIPPED AND SOLD:

Tina, a beautiful, curvy young college student, was never one to turn down a job, and when she gets an offer to perform for the strangest hurricane-relief charity drive she’s ever heard of, she accepts the role in a heartbeat!

She’s not going to be singing or dancing, though… she’s going to be taking requests, playing to the audience’s most deviant sexual desires, satisfying the deepest of voyeuristic and exhibitionist fantasies.  She’s going to be bound, stripped bare, toyed with, tormented, fucked on stage for the cameras…

…and at the end of the show, the top bidder for the night gets to take her home.

Sexy Tina, performer extraordinaire, is going to be stripped and sold to the highest bidder, and she’s looking forward to every last second of it.

This 6,200-word short story contains light bondage, exhibitionist and voyeuristic fantasies, cameras, a cheering crowd, a sexy young woman and her favorite man of the night, one very lucky folding table, and steaming-hot sex like nothing you’ve read before.  Mature audiences only!

EXCERPT:

Another envelope made its way up onto stage—thrown, this time—and Peter quickly scooped it up as well. It was another $200.  One of the telephone operators shouted out donations from off-stage, three more $200 donations from a group of callers in Russia.

Just like that, we’d hit another milestone for rebuilding the school.  More important to the audience, though, they’d earned three more rips and another request!

With a sharp tug, my top came down entirely and hung limply around my waist, exposing my strapless white bra to a cheering audience of men and women and the silent, countless masses watching me through the camera.  How many were watching me?  Where were they watching me?  I imagined the Russian audience staring intently at my breasts as the cameraman zoomed in again, lusting after the gentle curves of my body, wanting to see that last, skimpy piece of cloth fall away and bare me to them.

How many people were longing for me right now, possibly pleasuring themselves at the sight of me?  Thousands?  Tens of thousands?  The idea of being that popular—more poplar right this second than CSPAN on its best of days—was simply enthralling.  I loved the attention, the power over the crowd, almost as much as the sex itself.  Maybe more than the sex, even!  It’s why I was in this line of business in the first place.

I was starting to get wet.  Oh God I loved being in the spotlight, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as Pete yanked that ruined dress down and over my hips, exposing my white, lacy underwear and my long, fantastic legs to the crowd.  A woman in the audience off to my right whistled appreciatively, and I flashed her an excited, flustered smile.

I lifted my legs and stepped out of the dress as it pooled on the floor around my ankles, and one of Pete’s assistants ran up and dragged it out of my way.

I felt stunningly sexy as I stood in the spotlight wearing only the barest of necessities and with my wrists shackled high above my head.  Anyone who wanted to could take me right now, could toy with me, drive me wild, even fuck me… and I was powerless to do a thing about it.  They could fuck me over and over, take me for themselves in front of the cameras, make me scream with pleasure… oh God, I was just driving myself nuts at the mere possibility of what could happen!