Fun run

Back in her apartment Tammy closed the laptop and leaned back in her chair, nerves still fried from the day. Her body buzzed with the phantom ache of arousal she hadn’t been able to shake, but when Graham’s face appeared on the video call, she **** a smile.

“Hey, babe.” His tone was casual, probing. “How was work?”

She hesitated, chewing her lip, then shrugged. “Boring. Same as always.”

The words hit him like a slap. Boring. After everything she’d done? After fingering herself under her desk, blouse gaping open, nipples hard while she pretended to type? He clenched his jaw, cock stirring as irritation and lust twisted together.

“Boring, huh?” he repeated, voice flat.

She nodded, trying to play it safe, not daring to mention the truth.

Inside, Graham’s grin turned sharp. If she wanted to pretend, fine. He’d remind her just how far she’d already fallen.

While keeping his face neutral on the call, he opened the burner account.

Her phone chimed.

She glanced down. Heart thumped.

“Strip. Everything off. Trainers only. Run outside to the first lamp post, tap it, and come back. Record it. Now.”

Tammy’s stomach dropped. Her hands trembled. Outside? Naked? Her eyes flicked back to the call, Graham was smiling blandly, sipping his drink, looking like nothing was wrong. She swallowed hard.

The photo. The commands. The control. Her body heated, pulse racing as shame and excitement tangled like barbed wire, she quickly ended the call with Graham and stood, peeled her blouse off, then her skirt, panties damp and sticking to her slit as she tugged them down. Her bra hit the floor. She laced on her trainers, heart hammering, her body bare and flushed in the glow of the apartment lights.

Her phone trembled in her grip as she hit record.

The door clicked open, and the night air slapped her naked skin.

She gasped, shivering, nipples stiff, pussy glistening under the glow of the street lamps. Then she bolted.

Feet slapped against the pavement, tits bouncing hard against her chest, ass cheeks jiggling with every stride. Her breath came ragged, half panic, half lust. She reached the lamp post, slammed her palm against the cold metal, spun, and sprinted back, thighs slick with her own wetness.

Voices exploded.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Run, baby, run!”

Wolf whistles cut the night, followed by laughter, men shouting crude encouragement.

Tammy’s face burned hotter than fire, humiliation clawing at her throat. But between her legs, her cunt clenched, wetter than it had ever been. She tore up the steps, flung the door closed behind her, and collapsed against it, gasping into the phone’s camera.

Recording stopped.

Her whole body shook. Her skin gleamed with sweat, her tits heaving, nipples dark and swollen. Between her thighs her slit glistened, a messy smear of arousal proof of just how much the stunt had lit her up.

She sent the video, hands shaking.

Back at his desk, Graham opened the file and froze.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered.

The footage was better than he could have dreamed, his wife naked, body swinging with raw, shameless exposure, strangers hooting and hollering in the background. She’d obeyed without hesitation. She’d done it for him.

His cock throbbed, his hand wrapped tight around it. He couldn’t stop watching. Every jiggle of her tits, the way her ass bounced as she ran, the shine between her legs catching the light.

He fired back a reply.

“Good slut. Didn’t even hesitate. They all saw your tits and that wet cunt, didn’t they? Bet you’re dripping right now. Don’t lie.”

On the other end, Tammy read the words, thighs pressed tight, her pussy clenching so hard it hurt. She was still gasping, still trembling, her body begging for release.

She wanted to deny it, type no, pretend she wasn’t so far gone. But her hand slid down instead, spreading herself open, fingers slicking instantly against the flood waiting for them.

She was humiliated. Exposed. Shaking.

And she was the wettest she’d ever been.

Graham leaned back, watching the video again and again, already plotting the next order.

If she thought the lamp post was the limit, she had no idea what was coming.