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“You are enjoying it, aren’t you? “ she asked with genuine concern “Bob’s not making you do anything you’re not comfortable with?”

“Yes, I mean, no he’s not. I am enjoying it. I’m loving it” I answered “Bob’s been so nice telling me I can stop or say no at any time, that I only have to do what I want. He hasn’t made me do anything. And he is so protective, It's all turned me on so much. I want to do everything”

“Even in our room the other night” Sheila checked

“yes “ I blushed deeply as I admitted it, “I didn't know what was happening, I wasn't sure about being out in the corridor on my own but it had been a turn on.”

“And that's the only bit you were uncomfortable with?” she probed a bit deeper.

“Yes” I couldn't think of anything else I hadn’t liked

“Well I owe you a big think you” Shelia said “Doug’s not had too much to drink since. He was furious with himself for passing out and missing all the fun. He was even sober enough to make love to me properly last night.” We both laughed at each other.

“If you two fishwives have finished gossiping we’re here” Bob interrupted.

Shelia and I laughed again “what do you say Jo happy to have some fun?” Sheila asked.

“I don’t know, what do you think Bob” I needed his permission, his command

“If you like,” he shrugged, helping me out of the car. We both knew that phrase was beginning to mean ‘yes do something slutty’.

Bob gave us a quick overview of the layout of the village - he had nonchalantly glance at a map first thing and new the route here and the layout of the town by heart - we could walk past the old church stop for a coffee, then down to the market square and on to the main square where there would be restaurants for lunch. The church was lovely, the priest was impressed that I'd asked about the history in Spanish, he explained the heritage and the north african influences. I translated for Shelia. I was glad I’d dressed modestly and was allowed to see inside the church and talk to the priest. Leaving the church we stopped for a drink. Bob had a coffee, Shelia and I had vino tinto de verano. The town was buzzing with market day energy, a small smattering of tourists that could make their own way there and locals from the surrounding mountain villages. The waiter brought some free tapas so we ordered another drink.

The market was nice: A mix of things aimed at tourists, a few clothes stalls and plenty of local produce on sale. Shelia bought some souvenirs and I helped her ask the prices and negotiate them down. Bob wasn’t that interested, Sheila and I were busy chatting and looking at the items for sale. Bob was tagging along but doing his own thing really. I looked at a light weight summer dress but decided it was a bit too see through to be worn back home so probably wasn’t worth buying. There were lots of leather goods. Some belts and watch straps, allegedly crafted by locals but I wasn't too sure. But there were a few whips and riding crops as well. I was intrigued by these and tried to avoid being caught looking at them. I was thinking that I had told Bob to punish me with ’six of the best’. I was imagining what it might be like for him to use one of the whips or crops on my bum. The spanking had almost made me cum so what would that be like ? I thought. I looked around to see where Bob was - he was just across the aisle talking to some stall holder about local olives and ham (I could have guessed he’d become interested when food was around). If he caught looking he might whip me here in the market. That would be so thrilling.

“What you seen?“ The question startled me, it was Sheila peering over my shoulder and catching my hand resting on the riding crops “oh” she said "thinking of taking the spanking up a notch”.

I blushed furiously, she knew my sluttines straight away “yes” I answered “wondered what it might be like. It could be a nice surprise for Bob, I keep teasing that he should punish me” I told her more than I needed to.

“Get that one” she pointed to a slightly shorter one with some short pleated tails on the end. “I’ll keep Bob busy” so it will stay a surprise. I smiled at her and negotiated my purchase. I probably didn’t negotiate the best price. I just wanted to buy it before Bob spotted me. Smiling to myself I hid it inside my bag. The two glasses of wine had probably made me a bit more risky and randy than I otherwise would have been.

Satisfied with my purchase, and still thinking about how it would feel to be used on me, I went over to Bob and Shelia.

“Hi, what you found?” I asked them as they debated some packages laid out on the table in front of them.

“Bob wanted my advice on buying you a new bikini" Sheila answered

“Oh OK, thats nice” I said, moving over to see what they were looking at.

But it wasn’t a bikini. Well not what I would call a bikini. It was some sort of string thing. The picture on the bag showing a buxom woman wearing it: two small triangles that barely covered her nipples were attached to another smaller triangle over her pussy all held together with criss-crossing strings and bows. I blushed just looking at the packaging. I blushed even more when I realised they had been talking about me wearing it. It was so revealing, I doubted it would even stay in place. I was humiliated just looking at it.

“I think red would suit you Jo “ Sheila said moving the white and black ones aside “ask if they have your size” Sheila placed the small bag in my hand to show to the market stall holder. Bob could have asked, his Spanish was good enough for that.

Asking made me feel humiliated, showing the stall holder what I was interested in and asking if he had it in my size, openly implying it was something I wanted to wear. I explained the answer to Shelia, I could tell by how Bob was smiling he had already understood. “They’re one size, you have to adjust the bows to pull it to the right size so it holds in place”

“That sounds complicated” Shelia suggested and I thought that might be an end to it, “Does he know how to do it? Will he show you? Ask him”

He said he did know how it would work and could show me

I looked at Bob who agreed it might be better to be shown how it works.

The man took it out of the bag - it looked even more flimsy, there were no linings to the triangles, nothing to give it structure or hold it in shape. The man looked at Bob for approval. He held it against me and explained that the ties needed to be wrapped around, positioned just right and the straps crossed over correctly. He laughed as he said if it wasn’t right it would fall right off. Bob explained that to Sheila and they laughed too.

But he went further “ask him if there is somewhere you can try it on”

Bob could have asked but he wanted me to do it, knew it would embarrass and excite me. I wasn’t going to refuse and was a little excited that Bob was instructing me to do something slutty. I’d been teasing him that he should make me tell people, let them watch my slutty behaviour and now he was testing me. I was buoyed by the earlier conversation with Shelia - what's the worst that could happen I thought.

The market stall man explained it was a market and there weren't any changing rooms, but I could go behind the van if I needed somewhere a little quieter. Bob insisted that would be fine so all three of us headed through the small opening at the side of the stall and behind the van it was a bit quieter. No customers were allowed back here, but here were some traders milling around, changing stock and such. The man came round and opened the rear doors of the van to provide a bit more privacy.

“Take off all your clothes and try this on for me” Bob instructed.

I looked around nervously and then started undressing. I paused momentarily to check this is what Bob wanted. I could tell by his smile he did so I teased him. “You want your dirty slutty girlfriend to undress out here and try on that bikini?”

“Yes,” he smirked back, “let me see how slutty you are.”

I slid my dress off and handed it to Shelia. I paused for another moment and then took off my bra. Checking around again I slid my panties down and off. I could hear the hum of the market a few feet away, dozens of people walking around and I was totally naked. And totally turned on. I stood there naked, as Sheila and I tried to work out how the bikini worked. Bob tried to help but just got us more confused trying to compare the packaging picture to what was on me. We finally got the pieces draped around my body with a bit of laughing that might have drawn attention to us. The boob bit had two strings at the top that tied behind my neck: that was easy. Between the boob triangles were two more strings that tied to hold it together. That wasn’t too bad. At the sides of the boob triangles were four strings two on each side: two of these wrapped around my back and the sides tying to two strings that came out of the triangle of the bit that was meant to cover my pussy - only it wasn’t two pieces it was one threaded through the pussy triangle so it slid along it. The bottom of the pussy triangle had two strings which came up between my bum, round over my hips and criss-crossed my tummy and tied to the other two strings that came from the boob triangles criss-crossing behind my back. It was very complicated. We hadn’t got it right. Nothing was covered up. We were all giggling every time I moved and something else was revealed. I’d almost forgotten I was naked apart from the string thing and anyone could see me. It didn’t help that I had to keep my legs open to position the strings.

“Thats not right” Sheila pointed out the obvious

“No” Agreed Bob “the man said he knew how it worked - Jo ask him to come and help”

That snapped me back to reality. Bob was making sure the man knew I was slutty, he would see me naked - not on the way back from a club, not by mistake as I ran through the hallway. But deliberately right here in public, in broad daylight.

I asked the man if he could come round and help. He popped his head around the van doors to where we were trying to shield from sight and was surprised to see me almost fully naked.

I explained we couldn’t get it right and asked for help again. He looked at Bob for reassurance and then moved in to help me. He started by untying the pieces we had tired to get on and letting them hang loosely from me. Exposing my nipples and pussy to his gaze. He then tied them back loosely into position with the strings crossing at different points. I could feel his hands nudging my body as he did so, he then explained once it was roughly in position it had to be tensioned. He started tying each bow and little tighter going around part by part. When he was content that it was about right he pulled the bits covering my nipples - that was just about the only part of my boobs it did cover, and the red material against the whiteness of my tits emphasised that - I felt the back of his fingers rub over my hard nipples and looked at Bob and Shelia. He adjusted the tension a little bit more before locking the bow with a double knot. He explained to Bob you had to check to make sure or it would slip off the nipples and expose them. The two smiled at each other. The man then turned his attention to the small piece pretending to cover my pussy. Bob and Sheila giggled at me as he adjusted the piece, pulling it into a triangle shape the back of his fingers running along my slit. Even with the back of his fingers I knew he could tell I was wet, could tell how slutty I was. Satisfied it was right he double knotted the final four bows and said it was done. He stood back admiring the work. Bob told me to twirl so we could see the back. I obliged, letting the stranger look at my young body and getting turned on by how slutty I was being. I knew I was as good as naked but I didn’t care.

Bob spoke to the man in Spanish for the first time telling him he liked it. He told the man it made his girlfriend look slutty and he liked that. The man agreed. I flushed bright red with the humiliation and I could feel my nipples stiffen. The man noticed and laughed telling Bob that if he kept my nipples hard it would help keep the material in place. Bob agreed and reached over to pinch my nipples causing them to stiffen and point through the thin fabric even more. I explained what had been said to Sheila who laughed as well agreeing it did look very very slutty and hardly covered anything. Bob paid for the purchase, Sheila asked if we could buy some shoes as well, picking up a pair of clear plastic high heel sandals, which Bob added to the purchase.

I asked Bob if I could take it off but he said it was so hard to put on I ‘d better leave it on. I liked that answer. I asked Shelia for my dress so we could leave. Bob and Sheila looked at each other, and then Bob Said “I think if you try to put that dress back on it will dislodge everything, so I’m not sure”

I was horrified and thrilled at the same time. He was going to make me walk back like that. Everyone would see everything. I wouldn’t be able to keep everything in place without constantly adjusting it. It was thrilling and terrifying. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to ask again or just go and let the whole town see me.

“It is so nice of you to bring me here“ Sheila interrupted, “why don’t I buy you that sun dress you liked Jo to say thank you for driving here. I think we can get that on and leave the bikini in tack.”

“That might work” Bob agreed.

“Ok agreed then” said Sheila and pushed the van doors closed allowing the market customers to see me “come on then the stalls only just back up here” as she started walking off. “Come on” she called looking over her shoulder and seeing I hadn't moved yet. I thought she was protecting my modesty and going to fetch the dress for me. But I was wrong, she was just encouraging me into the open, into the crowds for them to see me. People had already started to notice me glancing over the stall and seeing my near naked body.

Bob gave me a kiss and, smiling at me, said “you wanted everyone to see that you were my dirty slutty girlfriend so let’s go”. He popped my sun hat back on my head - which made the outfit look even sluttier - and taking my hand he led me back into the crowds.

It was only about 50 yards to where we had seen the dress I liked but each step was excruciating. I could see everyone looking, some boys followed me, my bum completely naked apart from the tiny strings thread between the cheeks, I could feel them whispering and pointing. People moved out of the way to get a better look. I was getting so turned on. I was so glad Bob was holding my hand - parading me through the market street as his girlfriend, his trophy, his slut. I squeezed his hand tight. I could feel the strings tight against my skin, I could feel my hard nipples poking through the flimsy material, I could feel the piece between my legs pulling tight against me giving up its triangle shape. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, concentrating on squeezing Bob’s hand. I was losing that struggle. I knew very soon my pussy would unfurl with desire, the wetness already soaking the material making it cling to me would soon be able to slip inside revealing my obscene sluttines.

We finally reached Sheila at the dress stall. The respite from walking was a welcome relief from the humiliation. She asked me to negotiate with the stall holder to buy the dress. Bob smiled as I tried to get the price down but the man on the stall said it looked like I needed it so couldn’t take much off the price. Unless I was going to strip and try it on. I was so humiliated, did they all know? Had the word spread that is what I was doing with the bikini stripping naked to try it on not caring who might want to watch. Had everyone walked down to have a peak at my naked body whilst I was trying to make it fit. I hoped they had. I wanted to cum, I wanted Bob to finger me, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to wank myself. I could feel my wetness spreading into the material.

Bob interjected and said the price was OK. Bob finished the negotiations and Sheila paid. I wrapped the dress around myself and fastened most of the buttons up the front thinking it might give me some modesty. It did, a little, you could see the red of the bikini and its strings through the material but it was quite opaque. I was temporarily glad, exposed for any longer and my cunt would have betrayed my wantonness.

“Well I think we deserve some lunch” Sheila said, lightening the mood as we made our way out of the market. The crowd that had been watching me didn't follow and dispersed now I was covered. I still clung on to Bob’s hand.

A short while later we had navigated through the narrow streets and found a restaurant. The walk hadn’t attracted any attention but the string bikini had kept me aroused. I had to adjust the triangle between my legs twice as it kept bunching up and disappearing between my pussy lips. We sat at a nice table under a parasol overlooking the town square. Bob ordered drinks whilst we looked at the menu. Sheila and I had another glass of wine whilst Bob had a coke. At Sheila's suggestion I also had a brandy to calm my nerves. I was shaking so much from the experience I almost dropped it. We all laughed as I swallowed it in one and then coughed uncontrollably as it burned my throat. Bob and Sheila made small talk whilst I composed myself. It took a plate of food and another glass of wine. I finally said “that was amazing”.

“The food was nice wasn’t it” Bob teased, leading me to spell it out.

I glanced at him and took hold of his hand again “not the food” I corrected him “you two making strip and put on this obscene bikini. Letting the man adjust it on me, marching me through the crowds, everyone seeing me, dozens of people seeing me practically naked. It would have been less humiliating if I had been naked. I was so close to cumming. It was amazing.” I spelled out how the event had made me feel. I felt so tuned on again. Processing what an exhibition I had put on.

“Hundreds” Bob said.

“What” I questioned.

“Hundreds” Bob repeated "whilst you were getting changed over 30 people walked passed the back of the van and stopped to look, I overheard the stall holder telling one of the others what was happening. I guess word went round and they all came to see. Not sure they could see much with me and Sheila standing there. And then walking through the market and standing at the stall whilst we got your dress. I reckon over 200 people saw how slutty my girlfriend is” he squeezed my hand back as he leant over and kissed me.

The waiter came and cleared the table. Bob and Sheila ordered a coffee but I asked if I could have another brandy. ‘Dutch courage’ they teased me and Bob reminded me that I don’t really like brandy.

“You haven’t tried the shoes on” Sheila pointed out, getting the plastic high heels out of the bag “I got them for you to complete your outfit” She handed them to me “put them on”. I tried them on whilst the post lunch drink arrived. They fitted OK but were quite high. Bob encouraged me to stand up and do a twirl in them. Which I obliged. I could feel my posture change with the heels, by boobs and bum being accentuated.

“Maybe you should have a little walk in them, make sure they don’t rub” Bob suggested. I knew he just wanted a little show. “Why don’t you walk around the square whilst I finish my coffee and pay the bill” he instructed me. “oh, and the shoes were for the Bikini outfit so you can leave the dress with me,” he added. Sheila nodded in agreement. I looked around the square, it wasn't that big I thought, a few restaurants and bars down two sides, shops down the other and a municipal looking building at the end. If hundreds of market goers had already seen me, what was another hundred having their lunch. The tingle between my legs started to return. I would let them see how slutty I was, I would do what my wonderful Bob had commanded.

“If you like,” I said, knocking back the brandy and taking off the dress. I was a little unsteady on the heels for a moment. And I had to walk a bit slower and more deliberately but the first step sent tingles of excitement through my body. I passed very close to a few people sitting at tables as I cleared the restaurant and they stopped talking to look at me. I put on my sun hat and sun glasses and started my task. The arousal from earlier came back almost immediately. I glanced behind me to make sure Bob was watching, he was, and looked to be beaming with pride at my behaviour. Feeling a bit more confident I put a little swing into my hips as I walked. I could have chosen a short route - up and down the middle of the square putting at least 20 yards between me and the people sitting at the bars and restaurants lining the square. But I didn’t. I chose to walk the perimeter my subconscious desire took me on a path that would be just a couple of yards away from the majority of people, giving them an excellent view of my dirty outfit and slutty body.

After only a few yards I could feel my nipples throbbing against the material, I could sense the eyes on me. A few more yards and I could feel myself getting moist. A few more yards and I was wet, my pussy swollen and engorged with lust. I continued my sexy sashay. Thinking to myself how slutty I must look, how much I would be pleasing Bob, turning him on. I could hear people start to notice me, I was close enough to the perimeter to hear the voices as they saw my outfit and drew their friends' attention to it as I walked past. Knowing that as I passed they would see my naked bum. My pussy was getting wetter, I kept thinking about all the people watching, knowing I was Bob's slutty girlfriend, knowing my boyfriend had dressed me like this and made me walk past them, knowing I was slutty enough to do it.

The material between my legs was clinging to my wet pussy lips. Pulled tight by the taut strings the thin material showed the contours of my cunt for everyone to see. Another 20 yards, I could feel my tits bouncing with each step, threatening to release my nipples. Another 10 yards I could feel the material between my legs start to gather and get drawn inwards. I risked adjusting it, slipping my fingers behind the material and pulling it back into the triangle shape. The material was soaked. My cunt was so wet the juices were flowing from me and being absorbed by the tiny triangle. It made me even more conscious of how slutty I was being, I could feel the stickiness between my legs. Another 15 yards, my hips still swinging, my tits still bouncing, my cunt throbbing, the strings beginning to feel a little looser. I felt like the dirtiest slutty girlfriend there could be. I allowed myself a little smile.

Another 10 yards I had to adjust the material between my legs again. My fingers stroke my cunt as I hooked them behind the material. I wanted to leave them there, let them find my clit, let them invade me and bring the orgasm I wanted. But I just pulled the material back into shape and dropped my arms back to my side. The material had absorbed as much of my juices as it could and I could feel my wetness starting to spread.

Another 15 yards and I had passed all the restaurants with just a couple of bars left until I could turn the corner to cross the square. I approached the first bar to a chorus of cat calls and whistles. A group of men had been watching my approach, had seen me adjust the material, had watched my tits bounce and now close enough they let me know what they thought. At first telling me I was pretty and sexy. I kept walking. Then asking if I wanted them to buy me a drink. I kept walking. Then getting cruder, asking if I wanted to fuck. I kept walking. Telling me they had big hard cocks and could give me a good shag. I kept walking. Telling me there were plenty of them to satisfy me. I kept walking. Telling me I could suck their cocks. I kept walking. Telling me I was a slut as I passed. I was so turned on. I knew my pussy was ready to be invaded, the lips had unfurled, the labia engorged with lust, swollen and more prominent, the gentle breeze letting me know the material wasn’t hiding my throbbing pussy.

Another 20 yards to the corner, one more bar to pass. My legs felt weak. I needed Bob to fuck me right there. I glanced behind me to see if I could still see him. I couldn’t. I could hear the men in the bar calling me over so they could have a better look. Calling me to come over so they could touch me. I stopped. The men cheered thinking I had stopped for them, shouting that they were going to take me into the bar to use me.

I felt strong hands come up behind me and grab my hips. I spun around to be confronted by Bob. He had been walking not far from me and I hadn't noticed. I threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Bob grabbed my bum openly mauling my arse cheeks in front of the rowdy audience bringing more cat calls. They were telling Bob to share and leave some for them. Bob said there wouldn’t be much left for sloppy seconds after he’d finished with me. They recognised his poor dialect and said ‘ahh English’ as if that explained everything.

Sheila arrived and said “come on love birds, think we’ve caused enough commotion”.

Bob led me towards the corner of the square where a narrow street led away from the square and the voyeurs and rowdy men. It was a quiet residential street with not many people on it. I couldn’t walk that quickly with the heels on. Once out of sight Sheila passed my flat shoes and offered me the light sun dress. I swapped shoes holding on to Bob for stability.

“Are we going now” I asked, booth Bob and Sheila nodded “how far back to the car?” my breathing was heavy, I was so turned on, the humiliation had left me breathless and on the verge of cumming.

“It’s only a couple of streets away” Bob said - the village map imprinted in his mind.

“Can I walk there like this, please? I don’t want to put the dress on, I don’t want youto cover up your slutty girlfriend, I want more people to see I’m your dirty slutty girlfriend” I paused for breath. “When we get to the car” I continued holding Bob’s hand tight "can I wank myself? Can your dirty slutty wanker girlfriend make herself cum for you?” I begged. Bob kissed me hard and squeezed my tit. “If you like” he smiled at me.

Sheila reminded us we ought not hang around too long. Bob led the way to the car. I held his hand tighter than I had held it before. The heat in my nipples and cunt burned lust into my body. I could feel the juices flowing from me, the stickiness now obvious. We walked past several people who all stopped and stared, each look driving my wild with lust. I felt the material between my legs had lost its shape and was working its way between my pussy lips. As we walked on my pussy responded unfurling and opening.

“Look at my cunt, look how slutty it is” I told Bob and Shelia. Bob stopped, pressed me against the wall and took a step back to look at me. I must have looked like so dirty. I knew my shaven cunt was puffy and soaked with my juices. But that wasn’t enough for me, I opened my legs, bringing my hands up behind my head and thrusting my tits out. I could feel the strings stretching the triangles struggling to remain in place.

“You look like a very dirty slutty girlfriend," Sheila announced. That was what I wanted to hear.

Bob put his hand on my pussy and guided two fingers either side of the material and into me. I almost screamed. He took his fingers and wiped them over my lips. I tried to suck them into my mouth before he pulled them away. I didn’t adjust the material as we walked.

“Is that the car” asked as we rounded a corner. It was only about 10 yards away and it didn’t look like anyone was around. I wanted to reach it so much so I could wank. But I paused waiting until Bob confirmed that was our destination. Then I pulled the material covering on my boobs to the sides exposing my hard nipples to the air.”look at me” I asked them “look how slutty I am, I’m showing my tits and cunt for anyone. Make me do this all the time”

Bob unlocked the car and I jumped in the back seat, laying back and spreading my legs as wide as the space allowed. I pressed my fingers to my clit, rubbing hard through the flimsy material and came with an excretion orgasm. I screamed so loud I thought the whole town had heard.

Leaving me slumped on the back seat Bob put all the bags in the boot. Sheila positioned me more securely on the back seat, but made no attempts to cover me up, and closed the door. They both got in the front and we started driving. I was still sprawled in the back. Even though I had just cum I was still playing with my cunt. Still trembling with excitement. We only drove for around 10 minutes, I could hear Bob and Sheila talking but it wasn't focused enough to make out what they were saying.

I felt the car stop. Bob got out and opened the back door where I was laying. He helped me out and walked me to the front. He laid me across the bonnet. He took hold of my hair and releasing his cock shoved it into my mouth. “Suck my cock my slutty girlfriend” he commanded. He didn’t need to. I had already reached my hand up to hold his balls and suck his manhood into my mouth. I sucked and slurped whilst he held my head still by my hair and started to rock his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face.

I felt my legs being pushed apart and two fingers slide easily into my soaked pussy. It was Sheila fingering my wanton hole. Pushing two and then three fingers into me, my pussy squelched as the digit pistoned into me. Bob was pinching my nipples one then the other, each pinch getting harder I kept sucking the hard, delicious cock in my mouth. Shelia fingers withdrew from cunt, leaving an empty feeling for a monument until it was replaced with her tongue lapping up the juice and finding my clit.

Bob was still telling me I was his slut, how parading me around had made his cock hard, telling me that from the moment I stripped naked in the market square he’d wanted to fuck me, telling me hundreds of people had seen me walk around like his slut. Another orgasm hit me. Sheila felt my spasming climax and stopped her oral assault on my clit. She didn’t leave me alone to recover, she started gently spanking my cunt her open flat hand slapping against it, prolonging the duration of my orgasm. I felt a hot shot of Bob cum release into my mouth. As the first squirt of delicious cum entered my mouth Bob started to withdraw from my mouth. I tried to crane my neck to keep him in my mouth. But he held my hair, keeping my head in place. His cock free from my mouth he shot two hot ropes of cum across my face. A third was directed at my nipples and landed across my tits, two more shots over my tits. Sheila stopped her assault on my pussy. Bob let go of my hair and released the final spurts of cum over my body. I felt filthy and excited and pleased.

Bob helped me stand up right. Leaning against the bonnet of the car for stability. I still felt euphoric. Bob pushed my legs wide apart letting me rest against the car for support as he held my hand and gave me a gentle kiss. “Put your hands behind your head” he said as he moved away. They both stood a couple of yards away from me looking at me. I looked like a mess. I was covered in cum, my pussy and legs were wet with my own juice. My tits were blotchy and swollen where Bob had pinched them. The material of the bikini pushed away from my nipples and to the side of my pussy. I stood there displaying my wantonness, displaying my sluttyness.

A car drove past its horn sounding out loud as the occupants spotted me. It was only then I realised we hadn’t pulled far off the road just into a layby at the side of the road. I just stood there, still on display.

“Your showing them, your showing me off, you showing everyone how slutty I am for you, displaying me covered in you cum” My words spilling out of me “I love you. I love you doing this with me”. It was the first time Bob had cum on me; all the other times we’d made love he had cum deep inside me, deep in my pussy, deep in my arse or deep in my mouth. Now he had cum over me, his hot cum felt delicious on my body.

“I love you my sweet slutty girlfriend" Bob answered back.

Another car went past. This time a young lad learned out of the passenger window and shouted in Spanish that I was slut. I didn’t move. I stayed leant against the front of the car, my legs open, hands behind my head, covered in cum, displaying how slutty I was.

“Do you want to stay like that for an hour for everyone to drive past and see” Bob teased me

“I think she does” Sheila answered before I had a chance to “I think she’d like everyone seeing you’ve just used her, she wants them to see she’s your slutty girlfriend.”

I just stood there.

“Perhaps I should write it on you again so it is obvious” Shelai said “Jo, would you tell me how to spell slutty in Spanish so I can write it on you?” She teased me with memories of the other evening.

“P. U. T E. A R” I spelled out for her. She did not move to write it, the humiliation of me spelling it made Bob smile at me. The humiliation of implying I would stay there labelled and displayed. I wasn’t sure it was the right word. It was the only one I knew that might describe me: puta was just a slut, this meant the act of being a slut being slutty. I think. Dirty words don’t come up on school Spanish exams.

Bob came and stood between my legs and hugged me. I lowered my arms and hugged him back “Serás mi mujerzuela por siempre” he whispered to me, he can’t describe a church but he can call me his little whore I thought and answered “si”.

I was still so turned on so excited by the acts of the day.

“Are you too going to fuck her here or shall we go back” Sheila asked We both laughed. I leant around Bob and smiled at her “why are you going to watch” I teased her.

We all laughed and got back in the car. Sheila and I got in the back and she helped me straighten the bikini, checking the strings were still tight enough. I smeared the drying cum across my body, sucking traces of it from my fingers. Shelia chided me like a naughty child for not being able to leave the cum alone and helped put the sundress on. Once she was happy I was covered up, she gave me a kiss, a soft gentle kiss. “Are you Ok” she asked “that was full on”

“I think I’m fine” I said “I was so turned on. I was so excited by all that. Being naked, dressed in this” I pinged one of the the strings “the looks people gave me, I felt completely slutty, the look on Bob’s face spurred me on”.

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Qaz Writer writes Sun 22 Feb 2026 05:57:

Enjoyed the story. It would be wild to display my wife like that in a vacation town. So what's going to happen with the whip back at the hotel? Thanks for the story.

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