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Body painting

... me bend forward. His brush began coating my butt cheeks with paint, and then all the way to my asshole. The artist even asked me to pull my butt cheeks apart so he could more thoroughly paint between them. This was quite humiliating. I was subjecting myself to this public degradation, and I hated it and loved it at the same time. I don’t know what it is about my personality that I get so turned on by doing things that debase me. I love to be forced to submit to others.

As I was bent over, I looked around at the spectators and spotted a group of friends in the crowd. There were members from the Hunting Club and their wives. There were several of our neighbors. But worst of all there were the teenagers from our neighborhood that had come to see the “art exhibit”. I also saw that many of them had their phones out. They were taking photos and videos of me. Now my nakedness will be out there on the internet forever. I did not even think of that. Oh my god. I could imagine those young men jacking off while watching the videos they took of me.

Thinking of those teenage boys reminded me that many others have seen me naked. I have been exposed several other times, courtesy of my husband. He loves to share me with his Hunting Club buddies and a few other *********** men. As I stood there on the platform my mind wandered back to the night where I first experienced two men at the same time. It was glorious to be the center of attention. As my thoughts took me back to that weekend, ...

... my pussy started to get even more tingly and wet. My female lube started to build up inside me. I suddenly realized my pussy juices might run down my thigh, taking the paint with it. It would have been very obvious that my cunt was leaking. The more I fretted about the situation the worse it got. My brain was overloaded. There was the crowd, taking my pictures, there were the strangers seeing my nakedness for the first time, and there was the artist, seeing my body from just inches away. My pussy was on fire, dying to be touched and relieved of the tension.

As I stood on the platform, I tried to rid my mind of the desire to have an orgasm. I was so hot and bothered that any erotic thought popping into my brain might push me over the edge. I was concentrating so hard on not having a climax that did not realize the artist was kneeling in front of me, examining me very closely. He was checking his work and realized there was touchup needed on my vagina. This was because a tiny glob of my natural juices was about to drip out from between my pussy lips. He had a napkin that he thought he should dab me with but decided to just use the brush. I was not aware that he was about to touch the brush to my pussy lips. I could only feel a delicate stroking of my lady parts when the brush contacted me. That was all it took. I had an explosive, and unexpected orgasm. My hips went into a spasm. My pelvis suddenly hunched forward as it reacted to the touch of the brush. I released a blast ...