Fast forward a few weeks

Carrie, and the world for that matter, had adjusted remarkably well to her situation. Sure, the first few days of shocked expressions, hateful glares, and cat calls she received as she went about her day, totally exposed, were extremely difficult; but the burning heat of embarrassment she felt as she was **** to explain her situation, dozens of times, to random strangers also set her mind on fire with arousal. She was horny all the time and sometimes had to duck into a restroom and get herself off just so she could get through her day without visibly leaking down her legs.

She had been arrested, once, and spent an uncomfortable few hours being questioned by the police and refusing the demands of the officers to put on the jumpsuit they'd given her. Fortunately they hadn't **** her, which was almost certainly because they'd never really wanted to cover her up anyway. She went though the same dialog over and over.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes miss?"

"Because I told my boyfriend I wouldn't ever wear clothes again. I already told you that."

"Are you sure you're okay, miss? You aren't in any danger? You don't have to be afraid of your boyfriend, we can protect..."

"God, no. I love him, and he's not dangerous, he just doesn't want me to ever wear clothes again and I want to make him happy."

"But miss, you can't just go around naked! There are laws..."

But actually, it had turned out there weren't. In fact once you had arrived at the station you had pointed out to them that not only did the local laws not have any provisions for public indecency, they also explicitly protected a person's right to dress how they wished and, you'd argued, that's exactly what Carrie was doing. They'd made some grumblings about pressing charges anyway, but she'd been allowed to leave with you, still naked, and they hadn't bothered her again. You doubted anyone was in a big hurry to correct this oversight.

Her friends and family had been surprisingly supportive after their initial shock. Her sister had told her privately that she thought it was really hot and asked no end of embarrassing questions.

"The worst part about it isn't the attention and embarrassment, or having to explain it all the time, it's going barefoot.", she'd explained. "You don't really realize how often you step on little rocks, pieces of gum, and trash. My feet get really dirty and I end up washing them off in bathrooms a lot".

"Isn't it hard not having pockets or a purse or anything?"

you had forbidden her from using a purse or backpack, or really anything that remotely would be described as "worn".

"Not as much as you'd think. Usually I just need to carry my wallet, but I can use a tote bag if I have to."

"Don't people stare? Doesn't that creep you out?"

"Of course people stare! But I have to let them, what else can I do?", she smiled and her face went flush. "It is creepy, but honestly once I got used to it I started to like it. I don't even close my legs when I'm sitting anymore, let them look."

She gestured between her legs. Her sister had taken it as invitation and stared at her sex. Carrie spread her legs further even as her skin tingled from the awkwardness of it all.

"You do have a pretty pussy, why not show it off right?"

"Um... right...", she'd replied, feeling incredibly awkward about the way her sister had complemented her cunt and closing her legs a bit.

"What's the best thing about not ever wearing clothes?", he sister inquired.

Carrie thought about it for a second.

"Well, my yoga class is incredibly popular, and there's a lot less laundry to do!"

They both laughed.

Some business still bothered her. "No shirt, no shoes, etc." and all that, but most of them had come to realize that having a pretty girl with no clothes on walking around your store or eating at your cafe was a pretty good way to draw more patrons. You rather enjoyed taking her to new places and making her explain her situation to the staff. Some times you'd spend 20 minutes toying with her before you went out just so she'd reek of **** cunt when you got there.

All things considered, her life had settled into back into a routine. Something would have to be done about that.

Carrie returned home from work bouncing with energy, no doubt **** to ask you to fuck her silly. You grab her even before she can say anything and spin her around, pulling her hair as you nibble on her neck.

"Yes... Please fuck me", she bleated, "I need it sooo bad.... Make it hurt!"

You throw her over the side of the arm chair. The overhead light sparkles on her wetness. As usual you can see dried pussy juice caking the inside of her legs.

"Another long day, my little nudist?", you ask as you run your hand through her cunt lips and shove your fingers in her mouth. "You certainly are a depraved little slut, getting off on being exposed to everyone all the time!"

"Hmmm!", she moaned in response, hungrily sucking her grool from your fingers.

You pull your hand out of her mouth and use it to guide your dick quickly through her pussy lips and into her tight asshole.

"Ahhhhhhooow!!", she yelps as you begin pounding her shit pipe without mercy. You adjust your grip on her hair closer to her skull and pull back harder, causing her to yelp.

"You know, I've been thinking lately that maybe we should change things up a little.", you say with your lips just brushing her ear, "Honestly I didn't think making you go nude everywhere would end up being so easy and comfortable for you."

"Not... easy... Ggggmmmmuhh...", she protested through gritted teeth. Then, when she caught her breath, "uhhhmmm.... anything for you... please... I'm yours..."