Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 2)

... effectively down four to two, and that’s a defeat in anyone’s books. This also seems to be as good a place as any to pay the final price, and perhaps you’d even welcome this more than some of the destinations that you could have ended up at later.” Sasha closed her eyes, unable to respond, waiting for the inevitable, searching for any viable way out of this. She was in the middle of the city, no other clothes than what have been provided by Decider Enterprises, no places to hide, and with just a bra, tight and ludicrously short pants, and a couple of useless wrist bands for company. She realised after a few moments of desperate thinking that the voice had stopped. She held her eyes shut, waiting for it to inevitable continue, but it seemed to have died away for the time being. What did that mean? The voice wasn’t the only thing to stop though. Her bra had also stopped it’s low, constant vibrations as well. She opened one eye and looked down. Still on. Still providing some nominal cover of her ample breasts. Nothing was dissolving, nothing was shrinking. Was this it? Was this the total humiliation that the game offered? Sasha let herself be overwhelmed by a wild hope, and then just as suddenly felt a small itch. A tiny, almost insignificant itch. It came from her bra, just between her breasts. She looked up at a clearly amused Tara, and then cursed her as she quickly reached into her bra and scratched the itch. Then the itch began to spread. Just a little at first, and Sasha ...

... desperately tried to keep up with it. Then the itch began to spread in multiple directions, up the straps, around her breasts, to the back where the bra crossed her shoulder blades. In short time, the itch was everywhere. The itching ramped up from minor irritation to persistent problem, and then swiftly passed through to being an insufferable issue as Sasha tried to soothe it with increasing desperation. The itch wasn’t going away though, and Sasha realised in complete defeat that the bra was the sole cause of the unbearable sensation. Sasha stood up straight, stared at Tara with a venomous glare, gave up scratching, and decided that she’d make one last stand in front of her arch-nemesis. Whether Tara had been told what would happen next, or whether she’d ably guessed from Sasha’s performance, Tara returned Sasha’s glare with a viciously amused smile. Sasha gritted her teeth and closed her eyes again as the situation reached its inevitable finale. Eyes tightly closed, trying to ignore her immediate surroundings - and the sure-fire fact that Tara was undoubtedly smirking at her with unrestrained glee - Sasha let out an involuntary cry as the itching finally overwhelmed her ability to resist. Sasha grabbed the sports bra in both hands, and, without any further hesitation, ripped the offending item of her body and threw it on the floor. Her breasts now completely free, Sasha practically panted in relief as the itching instantly died away. The wonderful sensation of itch-free ...