A Living Room Finale With An Encore

With my eyes cast down all I could see was my naked body. My bare feet on the carpet. My thighs, slick with my juices. My bare breasts hanging low, my nipples hard as ever, pointing straight out toward Jim. My hands were physically trembling, I saw. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. For this day of naked adventures to come to an end and be forgotten by all.

Instead, all that happened was that I stood there baring my body to all. Although I couldn’t see them, I could feel everybody’s eyes upon my nude form, all around me. Liz’s two friends were still whispering amongst themselves. Liz moved around to my front; her phone still pointed at me. She was still grinning I saw.

“Head up, Jasmin,” my mother said.

Despite my humiliation I responded instantly. Holding my head up high, my face burning, Liz capturing it all in HD video.

“What do you think, Jim?” my mother asked.

“I-I think they’re lovely,” Jim replied. I saw that his face was flushed as well. His eyes darted everywhere, like he wanted to look, but he didn’t want to further my embarrassment. If that were even possible.

“See Jasmin, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Isn’t that right Liz?”

Her phone never dropped from my form once. “Not a thing. You’re perfect for this kind of thing,” she responded, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Then I felt it. The start of my orgasm. I was on the precipice of it. I **** myself to look at Jim, pleading with my eyes.

He quickly placed his cup of tea on the table beside him, making sure to use the coaster provided, and began to stand from his chair. “I think we should-” he began but stopped as he knocked into Liz who was coming in for a closeup of my bright red face.

Instinctively, I reached out with a hand to stop him falling back, causing my breasts to flap around my chest wildly. No doubt much to the enjoyment of Liz and her damn phone that she had quickly readjusted on me. My breasts slapped against both myself and Jim, my nipples grazing the surface of a multitude of fabrics and sensations, and I felt myself topple over the edge of my orgasm.

I closed my eyes, lost to the glorious release that was upon me. Despite the audience that watched me I didn’t care, not for that moment, though I knew that would soon enough. But for that moment I was lost in bliss. I had never cum so hard in all of my life. I nearly passed out again as I dropped to my knees, my pelvis bucking uncontrollably, my eyes still scrunched tight as I fought against the moans trying desperately to escape from between my lips. I was vaguely aware that I was drooling, I could feel it as it dripped from the corners of my mouth and spattered against my breasts that slapped hard against me as my butt hit the cool, rough feeling of the carpet and my senses started to return. I did not want to open my eyes once I became aware of what had just happened, and just how public it had been, but I knew that I would have to eventually. I had to get away from those eyes. I had to seek the shelter and comfort and privacy of my room at long last. I was exhausted, and far beyond humiliated.

How would my life ever be the same after all of this?

Could I ever truly be _normal _again?

I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Jim staring down at me. He was struggling to keep his eyes above my neck as he desperately tried to help me to my feet. Then I noticed how widely spread open my legs were. I was giving him, Liz, and of course her phone, a completely unobstructed view of my dripping wet vagina.

Let alone the incredibly private thing I had just done in front of them all. As soon as Jim helped me to my feet I turned to leave. Liz’s friends were actually quiet for once. I turned and saw them barely unable to look at me themselves. Even they seemed embarrassed by what had just happened in front of them. Thankfully, my mother was gone. I could hear her doing something in the back garden.

As I went to leave though, with Jim at my side, Liz piped up. “Wait until everybody gets a load of this on My Story.”

I rounded on her, no longer bothering to cover up. I could barely stand, let alone attempt to save myself from further embarrassment. “You cannot post that, Liz!”

“Why not?” she replied with a pout.

“You damn well know why not.”

“Please,” she asked, turning her pout into a sad face.

“No,” I said firmly, my breasts shaking along with my hands.

“Fine,” she said.

“Thank you.” Why was I even thanking her? What had my life become?

“On one condition.”

I should have seen this coming.

“I take one photo, and I get to post that on My Story.”

“One photo of what exactly? I don’t want anymore photos of me out there.”

“It won’t include your face,” she said. “Just your butthole.”

“How is that any better?”

“So, I can post the video of you cumming.”

I flinched. I couldn’t even bare to look at Jim who suddenly tugged on my arm. Desperately trying to get me to leave. Trying to preserve any shred of modesty that I might still have left.

“Fine,” I said, defeated again. “How do you want me?”

“Just turn around, spread your legs about shoulder width apart then bend over with your legs straight, hands on the ground. Simple.”

She almost sounded like a prison guard ordering an inmate around during their body inspection.

Despite myself. Despite my audience. Despite poor Jim watching, probably mortified for me. I did as she said. My breasts drooped obscenely, covering my face completely. Stopping me from seeing anything and anyone behind me. I could feel my pussy, still soaked with my juices as it opened itself during my transition from standing position to bent over and presenting. I felt my butt cheeks as they spread apart and my once most private of places was once again opened up to the world, this time completely unobstructed for their viewing pleasure.

And for some reason the first thought that came to me once I was in position was that I hoped it was clean. I had changed so much in such little time. My life was something else entirely now. What must other people think of me?

“Done,” Liz stated. She said it so simply.

I stood back up. I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone. A few quick clicks on her phone and then she was bounding over to me. She clicked on Her Story, and I was greeted by the most obscene photo of myself that I had yet seen. You could see everything but my face, just as she had promised. Below the posted photo were the words, ‘My sister is something else’. I myself had never seen my once private parts in such clear and vivid detail. I had seen porn that had showed less, and they had at least gotten paid, probably extremely well, for it.

I couldn’t even muster up anything to say. I silently walked away from her and her friends, grabbing Jim’s hand as I did so and saw him to the front door. I opened it without even checking if the coast was clear and gave yet another complete stranger a shock by showing him my completely naked body as I gently pushed Jim through the door.

Jim quickly turned back toward me. “Jasmin, I-”

I cut him off by leaning forward and planting a kiss on his lips, my nipples grazing against his t-shirt. It was electric, and after the day I’ve had, I fucking deserved it. I slipped him a little tongue, heard the stranger wolf whistle as he continued to watch me, then pulled back and smiled. I still didn’t bother to cover up, I couldn’t wait to finally rest after a shower.

“See you on Monday,” I said, shutting the door as he stood there wide eyed and speechless.