tops exhibitionism

The Toad needed a day off. His loins weren't fit to fuck a different woman every day much as he would like to. This didn't stop his rapacious appetite for humiliating women at every turn though and Aleksandra was the lucky lady tonight.

Aleksandra would pose for him in her smart flight uniform. She had always liked dressing up and enjoyed it during foreplay. She had even been known to enjoy exhibitionism and get turned on by it, but the way the Toad leered at her thoroughly creeped her out. However, she felt compelled to comply with his demands. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.

This was Aleksandra's first visit to his place, so his tried and trusted plan of pushing the **** to just as much as the victim would cope with and no more meant that he probably wouldn't be having sex with her today anyway. He still intended to enjoy the show though.

Aleksandra ran her white-gloved hands across her uniformed breasts then turned round to face away from the Toad (she was thankful to not see him for a little while at least), then she moved her hands down as she pushed her ass out towards him and pulled her skirt taught against it. She had never been able to twerk, but she shook her ass in his direction a bit which seemed to please him, or at least satisfy him, then she turned around once more and began unbuttoning her uniform jacket slowly and with a **** smile, ironically a perfect smile for the profession she pretended to have just now.

He seemed eager, she thought as she swayed now in just her bra and panties. He reached out his chubby little hands in her direction. She backed off to keep just out of harm's reach. His request had said nothing about touching and she planned to keep it that way, although she had no idea what she would do if he had. She was in deep shit and she knew it and so did he. Her thoughts ran back to the email.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Watching you

Good morning Aleksandra

I understand you recently couriered a certain amount of Bolivian into JFK. I have the parcel in your bag with your fingerprints all over it, photographs of you with it at the airport along with other means of incriminating you. I also have the Bolivian and I am sure you have contacts who are looking for this. Turn up at my place on Thursday at Noon. Wear your Aeroflot uniform. I want to watch you strip naked and masturbate for me or I will turn over my files to the authorities.

your Captain,

x

She could remember it word for word. She had to read it over a dozen times to believe it was real, before realizing that her only course of action was to do exactly as he said. How the fuck did he know about her uniform? She wasn't actually a flight attendant. The uniform was a gift from a friend and it made her feel sexy to wear it. Only a couple of guys she had sex with had ever seen her in it, and, oh shit, the people who rented the next apartment that had seen her through the little voyeur hole in the wall. Fuck. He must have been there, seen her dressing as the flight attendant that she always got a kick out of, and having sex while getting a thrill from displaying herself to the unseen neighbor!

Aleksandra pulled her skirt down her thighs and off before continuing to dance what she hoped was a seductive manner then reluctantly unsnapped her bra behind her, reached around, and pulled it off her to toss on top of the skirt. She made an attempt for a little while at keeping her breasts covered with her hands, but there was no point really. The fishnets and panties were coming off next.

The slimy little bastard was actually applauding, perspiration all over his forehead and top lip. Swallowing her bile, Aleksandra sat down, open-legged on the floor and brought her gloved right hand to her sex, then started to rub it and moan, closing her eyes. That too was a blessing, she could no longer see his pallid skinned face, his sunken eyes, and his leering almost mocking gaze.

"Here, Use this", he said and handed her a pink dildo.

Aleksandra's eyes blinked open and before she knew what it was, she held onto the dildo. It was bigger than any real cock she had seen and appeared to be a little knobbly. She just stared at it for a few seconds then reluctantly, she placed it at the entrance of her vagina and started to insert it. She hoped he wouldn't want it all the way in.

"Turn it on!" he squealed excitedly.

A moment later a low vibration ripped through her "Whu", she said pulling it out.

"Put it back in! Put it back in!" he enthused.

Aleksandra gritted her teeth and re-inserted the dildo, buzzing angrily deep inside her. She closed her eyes this time as she felt the vibrations from her pussy all the way to her ear lobes.

She panted for a while, sliding it back and forth with her eyes shut, wondering how long she would need to do this for.

<Flash>,... <Flash>

"What the fuck - did you take a picture?" she jerked upright, the dildo still buzzing inside her as she sat there in nothing but her Aeroflot uniform hat and her white gloves.

"Yes, for personal gratification only." said the Toad with a grotesque parody of an attempt at a winning smile. Drool leaked from his mouth and ran down his chin.

"Fuck!" said Aleksandra, and considered grabbing the phone from him, but she knew it would be pointless - he would have it backed up automatically to a cloud.

Eventually, she made an effort at portraying an orgasm that seemed to satisfy him. Afterward, she began to dress and pulled her panties and skirt back on. She reached for her bra, but he snatched it from her hands. "I'll keep this, thank you!", he said in his high-pitched sneering voice. Aleksandra was about to argue until he stuffed the bra down the front of his pants. She then decided she didn't want it back so much after all.

Looking presentable once more, she was ready to leave, thankful that it was over, and was escorted to the door by the Toad. He was going to show her out. Before it was too late and she was out on the street, she asked fearfully "Where is the Bolivian?"

"It is safe dear, don't worry. We can discuss it next time you're here".

"Next time? I need it now! They'll kill me".

"Don't worry", the authorities are onto your clients now, and it will take them a while to come out of hiding. Be here next month and we can discuss this further, hee hee". He slapped her ass pushing her out the door. His touch made her skin crawl. "I'll send you an email! Hee hee" she heard through the door as she made her way numbly away, swearing that there was no way she would come back "next time", and knowing with certainty that she would.

A/N - chapter "borrowed" from the story "Fear the Toad".