The humiliation continues

“And then there was that selfie session in the locker room…,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with shame and lust. “I was completely naked in there, Peter. Naked as a jaybird. My tits were hanging out, my pussy was dripping wet again, and I imagined someone suddenly walking in and seeing me like that—exposed, horny, ready. I wanted so badly to get caught… but nothing happened. Too bad, really.” Peter swallowed hard. In his head, the real photos he knew from her OnlyFans flashed by—the sexy, kinky shots she’d taken especially for Lukas: how she sat on the bench with her legs spread, two fingers deep in her dripping pussy, how she stuck her ass out at the camera and pulled her labia apart until you could see the wet, red inside. Why was she leaving Lukas out of the picture again? Why was she only telling him the harmless version?

Lisa didn’t notice any of this. She just grinned cheekily and continued, while her hand slowly wandered downward and brushed right over the huge, throbbing bulge in Peter’s shiny nylon tights.

“After that came judo practice. Just me in a tiny bikini, 20 toned guys around me. Oh God, Peter… I was in seventh heaven. Half-naked among all those hard, sweaty bodies. My tits jiggled with every movement, the thong was wedged deep between my ass cheeks, and my pussy was so wet I could feel the juices running down my thighs. Later, I watched the guys in the shower—all those thick, hard cocks, the water running over their muscles… and then I fucked myself. With a really thick dildo. I rammed it deep inside me and imagined it was them.”

She looked down, straight at his cock, which was now pressing rock-hard against the thin nylon fabric. The head was dark red, glistening with precum; the wet spot at the tip was getting bigger and bigger. Lisa stroked it slowly through the pantyhose, her knuckles sliding along its plump length, pressing the thin fabric into the moist crevice of his glans.

“Mmm… almost as big as yours,” she purred with an innocent smile, squeezing tighter so his cock twitched inside the nylon. “Yours is much better, of course, baby.”

(Lie. It wasn’t even close to being that big. Peter knew it. She knew it. But she said it anyway, while her own dripping pussy squeezed out even more juice with every word.)

Then she changed the subject, her voice growing even hornier. “And then the car show… fuck, that was hot.”

Peter held his breath. Finally. Here he was mentioned for the first time. His heart was racing.

“I was posing there, wearing just that tiny outfit. And suddenly my panties were gone—when I tried to get into a car. I was standing there half-naked in front of all those people, my pussy almost exposed. Then I climbed onto that motorcycle that vibrated so weirdly and sat down on it… and I came. Hard.

My pussy twitched and squirted while everyone watched.”

She laughed softly, her hand still on his nylon-clad cock, which was now throbbing wildly.

“And then two other models worked on me while washing the car. They soaped me up, touched me everywhere, massaged my tits, worked my pussy with the sponge and water jet… I was covered in foam and riding something hard, and that’s when I had the strongest orgasm ever. I screamed, trembled, my juices ran everywhere. It was insane.”

Peter was secretly thrilled like an idiot. That had been his cock. He was the one she’d been riding, the one who’d made her squirt. But she apparently didn’t remember him. She told the story as if it were just some hot coincidence.

And of course, she didn’t mention Lukas again. Not how he licked her and deflowered her ass while Peter himself stood outside watching. Not how Lukas pumped Lukas’s cum lotion into Lisa’s pussy and ass. Nor how Lukas came after just two thrusts. Peter knew the whole story. Every single dirty second.

“And then… then I really blossomed sexually, Peter,” she whispered in that hot, breathless voice, while her hand slowly stroked the huge, throbbing bulge in his shiny nylon pantyhose again. “That was the first time I saw a glory hole from the inside. I was kneeling there, mask on, and suddenly these thick, hard cocks came through the holes… one after the other. I sucked them all, baby. For the very first time, multiple cocks in a row. It was so hot… but unfortunately, I can’t remember much else. Too bad, really.”

She sighed dramatically, her pussy visibly tightening.

Peter knew everything. He knew the full story; he was there: how she’d taken at least ten thick, strange cocks deep into her throat (one was his), how Susi and Silke had filled her up, how they’d put on a full shower show with her —Lisa naked under the hot water while the two sluts worked her over with dildos and fingers—and how they’d finally pumped her full of over 750 loads of cum for total humiliation. Her belly had bulged out, her ass and pussy had overflowed, and she’d been left lying there as a drooling, cum-smeared cumdump. But he said nothing. He let her tell her harmless version.

“I woke up and made up a story,” she continued, her fingers now clenched tighter around his nylon-clad cock, the tip of his glans dark and dripping through the thin fabric. “Sex with three men and two women… and then a live show right in my bedroom. I’ve been in debt ever since, which is why I wear this stupid green mask. Without the mask, I’d never have met you, baby.” She grinned cheekily and squeezed his hard cock through the pantyhose. “Our amazing sex in bed… you were my very first real lover in my ass. Nothing else counts. And ever since then, you’ve always been there for me. Even if you’re constantly getting me into trouble with your stupid vibrating egg.”

She pretended to be angry, pushed out her lower lip, and lightly punched him in the chest, while her dripping pussy squeezed out even more juice with the movement.

“Actually, this is all your fault, you know? Because of you, I lost the bet against that stupid Susi. No idea why she hates me so much… I don’t even know her. But whatever.” She laughed softly, then her voice grew deep and horny again. “Do you actually know what she did to me today while you were getting your dick sucked by that old, fat hooker?” She looked him straight in the eye, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah, don’t look at me like that—I know. She sent me a video in the middle of it all, just to humiliate me. Man, you looked so stupid when you came… such a dumb face while you were cumming in her mouth.”

Peter stood there in his ridiculous, see-through nylon pantyhose, his cock rock-hard and throbbing, the wet spot on the head of his cock growing bigger and bigger as he breathed a sigh of relief inside. She was joking again. She was laughing. The humiliation hadn’t broken her—it just made her hornier, kinkier, even more of his dripping, publicly branded slut.

He grinned back, pulled her close, felt her bare, wet tits pressing against his chest and her hot, dripping pussy rubbing against his nylon-covered thigh.