Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 3 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 3

... addiction. For starters, as I went down the stairs I twisted the scarf round so that the knot was over my pubis, the 2 short ends tucked away so that my slit was clearly visible.

I got something to eat at the McDonald’s, the one that has high stools on the inside of the huge windows with a shelf to put your food on. I sat on a stool looking out at all the young people walking by and with my knees wide apart. Anyone who cared to look would have been able to see all of my pussy but I only saw one drunk guy staring at me.

Moving on, I went for a walk along the main drag, memorising where the bars were that had wet T-shirt competitions and the mechanical bull. I also got a good idea of the level of music that was needed to get the Lush to burst into life and I was pleased that the level wasn’t too high.

Talking of the Lush, I was disappointed that the antenna and my visible slit and nipples weren’t attracting very much attention. So far I’d only spotted 2 guys and 1 girl doing a double take.

I went into the bar with the mechanical bull, got myself a drink and watched the people either making a fool of themselves, or, the girls in particular, exposing their tits, butts and pussies as the bull’s controller managed to control it just right so that the girl exposed as much and he could get her clothes to, and for as long as he dared. As I was watching, in between getting hit upon a couple of times, I tried to work out which of my clothes would be best to wear so that ...

... I’d end up totally naked on the bull.

The music in that bar was quite loud and my Lush was going crazy inside me and it made me cum as I stood watching one girl come flying off the bull quite close to me and revealing to the people near me that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

“Definitely going to have a go at that.” I thought as I regretted, and didn’t regret, wearing the Lush and not having a bag that was big enough to take the Lush.

Moving on, I came across a bar advertising wet T-shirt competitions so I decided to go in and watch one, see if I could learn anything.

After getting myself a drink I went and stood where I thought that I could get a reasonable view and it wasn’t long before a guy was trying to hit on me. Brushing him off, I was soon approached by a middle-aged man who asked me if I was there to enter the competition, but I brushed him off as well, for some unknown reason I didn’t fancy it at that time.

When the competition finally started I looked around and saw an audience of dozens of guys with the odd girl there as well. What’s more, the cheers were already loud enough to trigger my Lush.

This wet T-shirt competition was definitely more professional. For starters there was a proper shower cubicle connected to a tap, and as each girl came on she spent probably 15 seconds in the shower then was ‘interviewed’ by the MC who wanted to know what her name was, where she was from and what she did for a living. That made me think about what lies I ...