Take Emma to meet some new friends.

Your noon alarm goes off and wakes you up. Emma is still blacked out from exhaustion, and you're too groggy to quite wake up yet, so instead you do some web surfing. Twitter confirms that everyone is still buzzed over the Slut Tent. There's even an announcement from the official Coachella account warning people to be smart about 'casual encounters'. They have no idea what you and Emma are about to do to this place. You're suddenly aware there's a bit of a crowd milling about around your tent. Only 7 or 8 people, but they clearly remember what happened yesterday and want their turn. Thankfully your tent is almost indistinguishable from the others, so you're not being totally mobbed. Not yet, anyway.

After sharing Emma with so many people yesterday, you think it's time she gets a bit closer to her adoring public.You wake her up with a soft kiss, which makes her stir and wriggle in an adorable way. She gets more lively as you plant more kisses down her body, between her breasts, heading down to her soft cunt. She starts to sit up, resting on her elbows as you get closer, wanting to see you work your magic on her. Instead, just before hitting the sweet spot, you pull away. She frowns playfully at your teasing.

"So, John, who are we seeing today?" You think it over for a minute. There's a couple of bands you've really wanted to see all your life, and you can make time for them. But right now, the real once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is seeing what sort of naughty undertakings you and Emma can get into as you prowl the festival grounds.

"As many people as we can, of course." You retrieve the permanent marker from your bag and cradle Emma in your lap, so that she stares up at you with her gorgeous breasts exposed. On each one of them you draw in big block letters "SQUEEZE THESE", so that they'll be easily covered by a bra. She shuts her eyes and suppresses a giggle as the cold felt tip darts over her sensitive areolae. She always was a bit ticklish. Once finished, you admire your handiwork for a moment. Not just the writing, but the woman it's written on. Emma is a beautiful work of art and you feel like you should be proud of how she's turning out. If more people were like Emma the world might be a better place.

"Emma, I just want you to know how perfect I think you are." You're not even sure where this is coming from. "I think you're immaculate, flawless. You don't care about dignity or society or anything like that. You just want to give yourself as much as you can to anyone who wants you, and I think you're right to do that."

"Oh, John, that's so romantic. I have to thank you for giving me all your support. I could never be this much of a slut if you hadn't given me some nudges here and there." You smile back at her, knowing more than she ever will just how much of a nudge she's had, thanks to Slave4U. Alright, enough of the lovey-dovey mush, you think. You're still here on a mission.

"Let's go fuck some strangers, shall we?" She bites her lip and kisses you before getting up off of your lap. She quickly dons her bikini top and you figure you'll just rock swim trunks and no shirt. As you unzip the flap and step into the light, you get some applause from the people waiting outside. It feels like a red carpet debut for both of you, and Emma is soaking it in. She spins around and smacks her own ass a few times, to really get them going. The edges of the words "SPANK ME" can still be read, just peeking out from under her bikini bottom. Good to see they're still excited, you think, as you get ready to show them the surprise. You lead Emma into the middle of the small gathering. You stand yourself behind her and as you kiss her neck and hear her moan, you roll up her bra to show them all the directions written on her tits.

Emma starts to grind on your dick as hands grab her perfect rack, squeezing and groping and pulling. With one hand on her shoulder, you slowly walk her forward through the crowd, leaving her free to close her eyes and focus on the pleasure. Strangers continue to feel up your girlfriend as you make your way through the crowds. She's like a Greek oracle, worshiped by the commoners on her way to the Temple of Athena. The only difference is that Emma worships right back, stroking between the legs and breasts of anyone who catches her fancy. Curt breaths escape her mouth as you reach the edge of the tent village and roll her bra back down over her chest. For her, even a blatantly erotic display like this is just foreplay, light teasing. She's really starting to get revved up now.