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Chapter 5 by yundme yundme

What does Bernice enact?

Always An Audience

'HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO ENACT YOUR **** BERNICE?' The app asked.

'WHAT SHOULD I CHANGE ABOUT YOUR EXHIBITIONIST HOUSEMATE?'

Still stood on the windowsill, nude body exposed to the dark world outside like some slutty decoration, she had to think and act quickly so she could end this humiliating pose as soon as possible.

'If she likes watching people undress so much,' the redhead began, 'then make it so she can only take off clothes, or put them on, if she's being watched.'

'OH, I LIKE THAT IDEA VERY MUCH.' The app said in a pink text window, upon reading it, a pulse of arousal shot through Bernice's body, making her legs buckle a little.

'Can I get down now please?' she pleaded to the app.

'OH, OF COURSE YOU CAN,' the app read, 'HOW FORGETTFUL OF ME, YOUR BODY IS NOW BACK IN YOUR CONTROL.'

Sudden alertness overtook Bernice as she could move her body again. The sensation of control was so jarring that she lost her balance and fell off her windowsill, thankfully, the bed was close enough to break her fall. As soon as her senses had adjusted, her mind snapped into reality and she lunged for the window, forcing the curtains to close with such **** and panic, that the seams tore in the left curtain a little.

Stood, leaning against the curtain, the pulse of arousal given by the app was still in her system. Like a knot twisting inside her pussy, demanding to be untied.

This entire night had been completely crazy. First, she is tricked into stripping naked in front of strangers, then some magical virus on her phone exposes herself to the entire neightborhood, she still didn't know if anyone saw her, and didn't want to know.

Just now, as she thought about what if someone was watching her in her window, she normally would have felt shame, regret and ****. She still felt all of those things, but she was also insatiably. More horny than she had ever felt before.

The knot in her pussy tightened more, and demanded harder to be untied. Steadily, all of the thoughts in Bernice's mind began to go mute, leaving only the notion to answer the call from inside her.

Still leaning against that curtain, feeling the cold slippery glass behind it, her left hand trailed towards her wet slit and upon feeling how wet she was, she gasped in aroused surrprise.

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In deep her middle finger ventured, slowly feeling the warm wetness wading within. The knot in her pussy was too complex for a single finger, and so her index join in the efforts.

Holding both fingers deep insdie, her nails grazing the bubble of her g-spot, twisted them each into a small hook, and moved them up and down counter to each other. Like a pair of metronomes working as opposites. Shivers rapt up her spine and towards the base of her skull as a low moan escaped her lips, and she upped the speed of her fingers.

Fasted they now worked, she began to nod her wrist up and down, add an in-and-out motion to the hooked metronomes, allowing them to brust past and stumilate all of the raw nerves screaming out for attention in her sopping cunt.

Feeling an orgasm approaching, much faster than she ever has before, Bernice's hand moved even faster. Her thumb now reached out to rub her clit, pressing down on it and grinding into it from side-to-side. Another contriputor to her arousal. Another tool used to untie the knot and send her into bliss.

Faster the orgasm approached, and faster her hand worked, unitl the crashing wave of pleasure overtook her, and her legs lost the strength needed to stand. Right hand gripping the curtain, she fell and brought the fabric with her, ripping it off the rings above and leaving half of her window uncovered. It was a blessing to Bernice however, as she took the torn fabric and shoved it in her mouth to muffle her screams as she came hard. She had already humiliated herself twice tonight, she didn't need the whole house to hear her cum too.

Collapsed onto the floor, naked body draped in the torn curtain, she couldn't stop. The knot was still tied, just loosened, and she needed to untie it before she could do anthing else. So her hand began to work her to another orgasm.

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