Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... right now.

Kissy took a deep, shaky breath and nodded, face turning a deeper red as her hands loosened on Renee's, as Renee pulled the tight fabric up, bulging up over the massive, pale breasts, scraping across the puffy, soft-pink nipples. Pulling up swiftly right at the end so that the titties flopped obscenely into view in all their sweaty, bovine glory. The rest of the girls tittered on cue, leaving Kissy twisting her skirt in her hands, not knowing where to look.

It was perfect. Sure, Kissy had gotten her boobies bare in front of the team dozens of times in the locker room, but this was different. She was alone, nude tits out in the open gym, while the rest of her team was comfortably clothed. In a lot of ways, this is what the stripper uniform had been preparing her for.

Renee stepped back, letting Kissy bask a little in her own humiliation. After a beat, she let the second blow fall.

"Now the skirt, Kissy. I assume you don't need help with that."

Even after going this far, the little slut still looked like she might refuse. Finally however, as Renee knew she would, Kissy slowly shimmied the tiny skirt off of her hips, making her tits jiggle hilariously. She kept her legs demurely together, only revealing her neatly trimmed dark bush at the junction of her thick thighs. Unfortunately for her, she was too turned on to hide the shiny juices running down the inside of her legs. Melissa skipped forward and snatched the skirt from Kissy's limp, unresisting ...

... hand, leaving her in only her thigh high socks and tennis shoes, twisting nervously on one leg like a little girl.

"Now." Said Rene.

"Again."

The clap began again, rhythmic and insistent. Kissy began to dance, slowly, and even worse than before, painfully self conscious of how her udders swayed and jiggled with every movement.

Renee didn't stop her. Not when the bend and shimmy made her look like a dairy cow and caused the girls to laugh, not when spreading her knees to kneel exposed her sloppy, blushing pussy to the team. Something was happening as Kissy worked through the routine, as Renee had hoped it would. Even if Kissy was fighting against it, her subconscious mind was realizing the routine for what it was. A submission, offering herself up to the team as a whole and Renee in specific. A humiliating acknowledgement of her sexual debasement at their feet.

By the time Kissy raised her ass up and squished her sweaty breasts into the gym floor, revealing her drooling, inviting pussy for the whole team to see, there was no more awkwardness or stiffness. Her plump ass jumped and bounced invitingly as if she had been dancing in filthy strip clubs for years. And when she bounced on her knees, making jerk off motions with both hands, big tits jolting and flopping (the flimsy "zero sign" pretense forgotten), her face was fixed in a lustful daze. Kissy was lost in the slutty thrill of dancing naked for her peers, and she was loving it. A conspicuous puddle had formed ...