“What do you mean? My panties are digging in and hurting me!” Eddie reached up and started to trace a finger over my panty covered pussy. I gave a little squeal and closed my legs. Almost in unison Bill and one of his friends each grabbed one of my ankles and spread my legs straight out going past spread eagled towards a splits. Eddie reached back up and traced his finger back down my crotch over my little sensitive button and across my vagina. “Does your pussy hurt.” I thought it was impossible but now I was even more exposed with my legs spread and only a thin scrap of cloth protecting my final modesty. I really am flexible and can do a full splits and more so spreading my legs didn’t really cause my legs any pain but somehow in seemed to intensify the pain by causing my panties to pull harder into my vagina and over my clit. This new helpless exposure spurred a new round of clicks from the amateur paparazzi surrounding me. I twitched as Eddie’s finger retraced over my sensitive spots and shouted “yes damnit my pussy hurts. Please let me down.” “No” he said with finality. “You have a job to do, get use to your new position.” He winked evilly and walked away. Eddie looked across the floor to where Tina hung by the door. The day had gone better than he could have hoped. A steady stream of patrons were making their way over to Tina to taunt, fondle, take pictures, and even, it appeared, to tuck a couple of singles inside her tightly stretched panties. Eddie knew that tonight’s activities and word of mouth would keep his club filled and the money flowing into his pocket. That is if he could maintain his control of the hot little teen that fate had dropped into his lap. My time hanging from the pole was terrible. I have never felt so helpless. Patrons came up to leer and make fun of me. Every time the pussy front door opened the cool night air washed over my naked breasts keeping my nipples pointy. I dutifully greeted each guest with a “welcome to the Stuffed Pussy,” not wanting to be taught any additional lessons. As the night went on, the patrons became bolder; taking turns fondling my breasts or running their hands up my thighs and over my panties. One guy took a single and roughly worked it under the crotch of my panties which spurred a couple more patrons to work dollar bills into my waistband and anywhere else they could reach. Shortly after I was hung up on the hook, my panties started to cut off tightpussy the circulation in my legs. I tried to wiggle and stretch my legs to restore circulation. Phil girlfriend noticed this from behind the bar and yelled out “look boys, she’s started dancing on that pole!” Bill looked up from his table off to my left and shouted, “Thatta girl! Give us a amateur show.” Not wanting the renewed attention, I tried to hold still but it was too late. Bill got up and stumbled shaved over to me. I could smell the beer coming off his breath as he reached up, cupping and squeezing both of my breasts together. “You stick with Bill and he’ll show you how to be a proper slut and keep earning the cash.” I closed my eyes and whimpered “I don’t masturbation want to be a slut, please leave me alone.” Then I heard Eddie speak up from somewhere behind me. He removed one from her bra and leant in to tease her nipple with his huge tongue. They would meet us back at the hotel in the morning for breakfast at 9:00am. Feeling her finger fuck was quite a life-affirming, to say the least, but when the giggles escaped her mouth, I felt tingles surge throughout my body. Kaylie reached down and touched his head. Release to charity for furniture "Now?" There's no twisting this into her favor. So, why couldn't scientist find it, especially when some of them had examined thousands of women? I said I couldn’t skate. I think often about how much my life has changed for the better becoming the chauffeur. Soft, airheaded VeeVee. My thrust my fingers deep into my cunt. So, first of all, I am not a stud or in shape. “I hear you're just a submissive thing,” purred Melody. “It’s not easy when your heart gets stomped on, but maybe writing about it was... therapeutic.” It felt masturbation fantastic. “A little,” Seth said, “but who cares. She started to move her tightpussy face toward his. The things we had been doing gave me an almost perpetual erection. “You know, I think I’ll get a pair myself.” To add to our slutty appearance I adjusted my bikini top so that both my areolas were exposed with my nipples threatening to pop out. I learned from him, adored him as a mentor and a man, and took his ill-begotten son girlfriend into my womb, but he’d been right about me all those years ago: power was my true love, and he had no more to give me. I heard him shuffle away, and I detested him for it. Most of it resembled camping gear, which he soon used to set up a tent. He kissed his way between her legs and pulled her to the edge of the counter. He undressed and jumped into bed. “Laura, I think shaved you did, even if you never knew it, let’s face it, you didn’t come here pussy to make a friend, you wanted to be near me, am I right, or not?” My fingers traced up her arm. For several awkward seconds, Lucy was paralyzed by indecision. Kara expected it was the end. She looked up at him towering over her and down at his still erect cock standing proud and glazed with her juices. Watching my excited face Dee began to slowly turn around and I looked amateur down at her shapely and smooth legs. Jacob groans as I tighten my asshole around him and start backing up.