He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E105

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He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E105

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Again I looked for a changing room but found none.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders letting me know that I’d have to strip right there and then.

As I took my skirt off I saw that the girl was watching me. When she saw my bikini bottoms she smiled at me.

As I tried to get the dress on it soon became obvious that the girl had misjudged my size; the dress was too small. As I struggled to get it on the girl came over and without asking she started helping me.

Now I’ve had strangers helping me get dressed when I worked in that clothes shop back in England but this somehow seemed different. The girl wasn’t like a parent looking for clothes for their kid; it was like being dressed by a girl who fancied me. I say that because of the way that she was looking at me and running her hands all over me. As she tried to get the dress on, then fastened, her hands were everywhere. She rubbed my nipples, pussy and squeezed my butt.

She said something in Spanish then pulled my bikini bottoms down and lifted my legs to get them completely off before trying with the dress again.

It was an impossible task and when she realised that she muttered something then started taking the dress off me, again groping me as she did so. As she rubbed my pussy she pressed a finger in between my lips and stopped dead when her finger found my clit ring.

She looked up at my face, smiled and licked her lips before continued taking the dress off. When she finally got it off she stood back and looked me up and down. Her eyes lingered on my crotch and for some stupid reason I slid my feet apart. I felt the air on my spread pussy and watched the girl smile then turn and go to the store room.

“She fancies you.” Ryan said.

“I know,” I said as I picked up my skirt and bikini bottoms. “Let’s get out of here.” I continued as I quickly walked to the door.

We were both outside waking down the street with me holding my skirt and bikini. I stopped round the corner and put my clothes on stood between 2 parked cars.

“Didn’t you fancy her then?” Ryan asked.

“No I did not.”

Ryan laughed, hugged me and said,

“I didn’t either.”

Ibiza town was a very interesting day. My feet hurt because of all the walking and I’m sure that dozens of people must have seen my butt and pussy. With my ultra-short skirt, all those hills in the old town with people following me up, and the warm breeze, I wouldn’t be surprised if that dozens was hundreds. It was a good job that I kept telling myself that it was what Ryan wanted; but it was a good day. It wouldn’t have been if Ryan had got his other request for the day – that I wear the remote vibe.

We tried to find the bar that Vanessa Evans described, ‘Groper’s Palace’ but couldn’t. I think that Ryan wanted to watch me getting groped by strangers. He got his wish a little bit; we stayed in Ibiza town until late and went to some of the bars down by the harbour. They were quite crowded and drinkers were over-flowing onto the streets. As we were squeezing through a crowd of young men I felt a couple of hands on my butt and between my legs for a few seconds. When I told Ryan he asked me if I wanted to go back for another go. Of course I said not; but after we’d finished our drinks Ryan led me out the same way.

The crowd closed in on us and I was stood there for ages getting groped. One cheeky bastard even managed to finger fuck me for a couple of seconds. I was shouting to Ryan for help but the music was too loud for him to hear me.

When I finally managed to get free my skirt was up round my waist showing everyone around that my bikini bottoms had no material in them.

Ryan hugged me and told me that I was fantastic. Then he let me pull my skirt back down.

Ibiza town at night is a different world. As we were walking around the bars we saw all sorts of ‘unusual’ people. The number of men dressed as women was amazing and the costumes that people were wearing was unbelievable. Some of them almost made me feel over-dressed in just my VERY skimpy skirt, bikini bottoms that covered nothing; and shoes.

In a way I wanted to stay there all night but we were both tired and about 1 o’clock we headed back to the villa.

Our evenings were usually spent at the villa or at the nearest café / bar. But a few times we went to San Antonio. That was VERY interesting; all those drunken noisy people out having fun.

One time that we were there we were walking down this street that was crowded with young people from all over Europe; all out having a noisy, good time, when Ryan suddenly stopped and said hello to 3 young men. It turned out that he went to school with them and they were on holiday in San Antonio. Of course Ryan had to go and have a drink with them and we ended up in a reasonably quiet bar with the 4 of them catching-up while I stood around like a spare part.

Ryan had talked me into wearing his string vest with a belt; and all my jewellery. Of course it’s see-through but that wasn’t a problem; it was quite dark and we didn’t intend to stay in one place for very long. That wouldn’t have been a problem before we met his old school mates.

Standing around while Ryan and his mates talked about old times meant that I got hit on a few times and some of the more sober guys realised that I wasn’t wearing anything under the vest. Of course that doubled their attention and I had to use all my persuasive powers to get rid of them.

Ryan’s old school buddies also realised what they could see and for a short while their conversation was all about my jewellery. It was so embarrassing.

We met those 3 guys the following day as well. I hadn’t heard them arranging it but they turned up on the beach that we were on the next afternoon.

Ryan had taken me to that beach with the steps down to a little landing stage that is used by boats from San Antonio and we’d set up on the clothed area again. I had the remote vibe inside me and it was gently and slowly pushing my AF up. The next thing that I knew Ryan’s school buddies were blocking the sun from me and staring down at my naked body. By that time my legs had opened a bit and they must have had a great view.

After a few minutes one of the guys decided that they needed to go to the café and have a drink. Ryan told me that they’d only be gone a couple of minutes and they all walked away.

That couple of minutes got longer and longer and the vibe was slowly getting my body close to losing control. When I realised that I was getting close I looked for the control. I didn’t want to cum if Ryan wasn’t there or his mates were there.

I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I tried to fight it but the inevitable happened and I started to cum, spasms hitting me and me failing to keep quiet.

One orgasm became two, then three, then four. By then I could vaguely see 3 or 4 people looking down at me. One woman was bent down touching my face.

“She’s so hot.” The woman said.

“Maybe it’s sun-stroke.” A man said.

“I don’t know what it is, but she’s burning up. We need to cool her down.” The woman said.

“I know,” a man said, “let’s get her into the water.”

“She’s too big for me to lift her.” The woman said.

“Here, let me.” The man said.

He picked me up and carried me down to the water with me still cumming in his arms.

I got lowered into the water with the woman holding my head out of the water and me still cumming.

I don’t know how long I was in the water or how many orgasms I had because I blacked-out.

When I came round I was still in the water but Ryan was holding me and the vibe had stopped. I was so relieved; but so knackered.

“I’m so sorry Tanya, I shouldn’t have left you.” Ryan said. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” I said as I tried to stand up; but I was too knackered.

“You’re going to have to carry me.”

“Let me;” one of his mates said, “it’s our fault for dragging him to the bar.”

This mate of Ryan’s is a big bloke and he easily scooped me up into his arms and we started walking back up the beach.

“So what caused that little ‘episode’” the big mate asked as we walked.

Ryan must have heard because he said,

“Tanya goes through phases of suffering from something called ’Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder’.”

“Ryan! Do you have to?” I pleaded.

Ryan ignored me and continued,

“It’s a rare problem that causes the sufferer to have orgasms for no apparent reason. The weird thing is that it just hits her at the strangest times; even at work or when we’re out shopping. The poor thing gets so embarrassed; having said that I sometimes think that she actually enjoys it. ”

We’d got back to our towels by then and Ryan’s mate lowered me down and Ryan straightened me out. The thing was, he opened my feet about 2 feet. I only realised that when I started to get some energy back and lifted myself up onto my elbows. I quickly closed my legs.

All that time Ryan was telling his mates about the times that I’d cum in public. It was so embarrassing listening to him talk about some of those humiliating experiences.

Ryan and his mates had sat around me, 2 on each side. If I’d had the energy I’d probably have got up and gone for a walk leaving them to get on with their talking.

After a while one of Ryan’s mates said,

“So Ryan; does that thing on her clit help with this Persistent Genital Cumming Disorder.”

“Oh that;” Ryan said, “One of the doctors said that amputating her clit might help. Of course we both refused to let that happen so he said that putting a little ring on it to restrict the circulation a little bit might help. Do you want to have a closer look at it?”

I glared at Ryan but I was too knackered to object as Ryan lifted my left foot and spread my legs even wider.

“Lay back Tanya so that they can get a better look.” Ryan instructed me and they all bent over, one by one, to have a better look.

I was too knackered to object and just dropped back and let them use my body for a female anatomy lesson.

“And does it?” The mate said

“Does it what?” Ryan said.

“Does it stop her cumming so often?”

“No, but she likes the look of it don’t you Tanya? So we got the doctor to leave it on her.”

As if by command the damn clit ring chose that moment to zap me and my lower half spasmed and pussy clenched for a second.

“Wow! Did that ring thing do that to her?” Another mate asked.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to stop the orgasms but I think that it just causes more.” Ryan replied.

“Wow, that must be fun for you Tanya.”

I didn’t reply.

Another of Ryan’s mates said,

“That isn’t what I saw you wearing last night, it’s a lot smaller.”

“No it isn’t,” Ryan relied; “that was her clit ring.”

“But you said that that (pointing to my pussy) was her clit ring.”

“Ah yes, it is. Right, you guys are probably making the same mistake that a lot of people make. What is commonly called a clit ring isn’t actually a clit ring it’s a clit hood ring. Here, I’ll show you.”

Ryan picked-up our backpack and got my bag out. He rummaged around in it and pulled out one of my barbells, stirrups and a chain. Holding it up he said,

This is what she was wearing last night.

“So where does that go?”

“Not in her clit, that’s for sure. If she had her actual clit pierced she risked the chance of destroying the nerves that give her so much pleasure; and we don’t want that do we love.” Ryan said as he squeezed my thigh. “This is where this goes.”

With that Ryan used one hand to spread my lips and thread one end of the barbell with a stirrup on it through the piercing, stretched my flesh, slipped the ring of the chain on then the other end of the stirrup then screwed the other end of the barbell on.

Ryan’s 3 mates just stared at me in amazement.

When it was correctly in place Ryan dropped the chain and let them have a good look. Then he picked up the chain and pulled it in all directions.

“It only hurts if the chain gets pulled too hard; and I’d never do that.”

“Ryan,” his big mate said; “you always were a lucky bastard and you’ve done it again. That’s one hell of an amazing woman you’ve got there.”

I nearly blushed.

“She certainly is.” Ryan said; “and I’ve taught her a nice little trick as well. If you guys could be bothered to go to a gym, what piece of equipment would you go running on?”

“A treadmill; why.”

“Treadmill.”

“Treadmill.”

“Nooooooo!” I said as the inevitable happened.

The 4 of them stared at me as I started to cum, my body shaking and my pussy muscles having spasms.

After I’d started to come down from my high one of Ryan’s mates said,

“Fucking hell, every time someone says ‘treadmill’ she cums.”