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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
CHAPTER 17 (MF,molest,forced orgasm)
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If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
** THREE DAYS LATER
Grace jumped as the rough fingers touched her labia lips. They massaged them gently, prising them open softly,
until a lone finger dipped into the honey pot, sliding up and down the slit which was slightly moist. The finger
probed deeper into the folds – before she was accustomed to it, it probed deeper, causing her to arch her back, lift
her calves and stand on her toes. Very soon the finger was fully sunk, all the way to the knuckle, buried in her
fuck hole.
Mr Scruffy pushed his finger in and out while his thumb made little circles on her clit, dancing lightly on the ultra
sensitive button of flesh, engorged and stimulated. Grace made involuntary gurgling noises as she realized she
was being slowly finger-fucked, on the crowded bus, full of people around her. As Mr Scruffy’s free arm sneaked
below her loose tee and grabbed her breast, the firm fingers grasping her teat, Grace could feel herself hitting the
edge. The fingers pulled on her teat, squeezing her taut nipple, releasing a jolt of intense pleasure that made her
other nipple rock hard. She hung on the edge, a precarious balance of abysmal guilt and heavenly ecstatic
pleasure.
She turned her head to look into Royston’s direction, her eyes pleading for help, but she got none. While Grace
stood on the most crowded part of the bus platform, he was standing a distance away, far enough that Grace
could not talk to him and nobody would guess they were together, but close enough for him to have a clear view
of what was happening.
--
This morning, Royston had her meet him at the park. While he wore a nice suit, like he was going to work, she
wore a loose tee with a pink bra, and a beach skirt. “Why are we here, Sir?” she asked.
“It’s your punishment for cumming without permission the other day,” he said with a broad smile.
They walked around the park for a little, like he was searching for something. Finally they stopped in front of a
park bench in front of a jogging path, shaded by a row of trees. “Here’s a good spot,” he said, “Sit down.”
Grace sat down without question. Standing in front of her, he said, “Alright, take off your panties and hand it to
me.”
Grace blinked for a second, then reached under her skirt, got her thumbs under the elastic band, and took off her
panties. She handed the pink thongs to Royston, just as a jogger went by on the path behind Royston.
“Good. Now for the first part of your punishment you’ll just gonna sit here. And every three minutes, you will lift
up your tee with both hands, and open your legs for five seconds. If the coast is clear, good for you, it shouldn’t
be a problem. If it’s not, tough luck, you just got to do it while you think they’re not watching. Lifting your tee
means lifting it high enough to bare your tits – I want that bottom edge of your tee to touch your chin, and while
you do so, you spread your legs wide. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” she said glumly.
“I’m going to be checking on you from a distance now. So don’t goof off. Five full seconds. If it’s not five full
seconds, you repeat it. Every three minutes on your watch, which is the same time as mine. If you do this well,
you will get to wear your panties for the second part of the punishment later. Now spread your legs like you will
be doing it later.”
Grace opened her thighs while seated on the bench.
“Wider. I want to see that pussy with my binocs later.”
She spread her legs wider.
“Yes, show your muff. That’s the way girl. Make sure your legs are this wide later.”
He started to walk away. Then he turned back. “Oops, forgot something. Take off your bra now and hand it to
me.”
Grace took off her pink bra under her tee, and reluctantly handed it over.
“Good, the time starts now,” he said, walking away.
--
Unknown to Grace, Royston was meeting with someone on the second floor of a nearby building while she was
sitting on the park bench, exhibiting herself periodically.
The man was wearing almost the same scruffy overalls as the previous time Royston saw him. It wasn’t difficult
for Royston to find Mr Scruffy again on the same peak hour bus, squeezing with young women taking the bus to
work, his hands busily roaming. What was more difficult was to get Mr Scruffy to meet him at the park –
naturally, the man was suspicious when Royston introduced himself as the boyfriend of the lady whom he was
enamored with on the bus last time.
“So what is this about?” the man said, squinting his eyes at Royston, who was standing beside the window on the
second floor. “It’d better be good,” he said.
“You won’t regret it, I promise you,” replied Royston.
“You mentioned your girlfriend. You said her name …Grace was it?” said Mr Scruffy.
“Yes. Do you remember her on the bus? I saw you looking at her several times,” said Royston.
“Dude, I look at so many chicks, I can’t recall which one is yours.”
“She’s actually sitting on the park bench nearby. You can see her from here,” Royston said, beckoning the man to
the window.
From the window facing the park, they could spot Grace easily a distance away through the trees, but it was
impossible for Grace to see if there was anyone at the window. Royston handed Mr Scruffy the pair of binoculars
in his hands, who took it without hesitation.
“Oh yes, I remember her now,” said Mr Scruffy with a grin. “So what? God she looks hot in that outfit… Hope
you don’t mind my words buddy, but you said you weren’t the jealous type.” He continued peering through the
binoculars.
“No, I don’t mind. In fact, the reason why I asked you here is to request your help with a little problem we have,”
he said.
“Problem? Hey dude, you look like a nice man, but I don’t know if you’re thinking straight. Do I look like a
relationship counselor or sumthing ?” said Mr Scruffy, putting down the binoculars, and pointing to his overalls.
“Just hear me out, okay,” said Royston, “you see, asking you down here was actually her idea.”
“Her idea?”
“Yes, you see, my girlfriend Grace…. I love her and all, but she’s into… exhibitionism.”
Mr Scruffy couldn’t talk for a second, then he spluttered out ,”Cool, dude!”. He had a grin and puzzled look on
his face. “You mean she likes to flash?” he scratched his head. “What’s the problem again?”
“She can’t get sexually aroused, without flashing,” continued Royston in a serious tone. “As you can imagine,
that is a delicate problem that I don’t really want to make it known..”
“Get outta here!” said Mr Scruffy. The look on his face told Royston that he was half believing and half not. He
wanted to believe the hottie he saw on the bus got off on displaying her body.
“Look, if you don’t believe me, just keep looking thru the binocs,” he said.
“Shit,” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “Your chick just bared her tits and pussy while sitting on
that bench. Fuck me.”
“Yes as you can see, my girlfriend is an exhibitionist slut, “ Royston said, with a sigh. “I am finding it harder and
harder to satisfy her exhibitionist urges. Grace likes to have sex in public places. Leaves her bathroom window
open when she showers, wears cocktail dresses without any underwear, you know. To make things worse, this
does not excite her enough anymore recently.”
Mr Scruffy was now looking at and listening to Royston very intently.
“It was her idea for me to approach you because she noticed you staring at her in the bus. I am supportive of this
idea, because like I said, I don’t want anybody that we know, to know about this. We don’t know you, and you
don’t know us, and it can stay this way.”
“Exactly what do you have in mind?” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes bulging.
“Grace would like you to get her off on the bus,” Royston replied. From his pants pocket, he pulled out a pair of
pink panties balled up in his palm. “She wants to get off on you rubbing her pussy on the bus.”
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Royston returned to the park bench where he had left Grace. He told her what he thought of her performance of
the punishment given to her.
“There was an elderly couple who was walking past right in front of me!” she protested.
She had lifted her tee to bare her tits and spread her legs every three minutes dutifully like he instructed. That
was ten times over the last half an hour, each time an agonizing ordeal for her as she worried about the cyclist or
jogger that may come down that path while she exhibited herself for all to see. She was lucky that seven times out
of the ten, nobody was around. Twice there were joggers who appeared around the corner of the path while she
was displaying her tits and muff, causing her to double-up in embarrassment, quickly pulling her tee down. No
sooner than they ran past her, still in her line of sight, that she quickly flipped up her tee again and spread her
thighs. Then that was that one time, when her watch indicated it was time for her to do her five second display.
Before she could do so, she noticed the elderly couple approaching on the path. They even smiled at her, and she
smiled back. As soon as they walked by, she bared her private parts again shamelessly, hoping the eight seconds
she counted would compensate for the lateness for that time.
Evidently Royston didn’t think so.
When she found out they were boarding a bus for the second part of the punishment, she could not bear the
thought of wearing such a short skirt on the bus, without panties.
Royston remarked, “That’s not my problem kiddo. I’m not saying you did bad. You did quite well surprisingly.
But still not good enough that I would give you back your panties for the second part of the punishment.”
“That’s not fair!” she insisted, “please, Sir.”
He glared at her, saying, “You know I don’t like bargaining. Since you like to wear panties so much, tell you what,
I will let you wear panties on the bus. In return, you have to put this in your cunt, while you are on the bus.”
He produced a dildo. Unlike the dildo’s Grace has seen before, this was made of a jelly-like translucent substance.
“Grip it with your vaginal muscles,” he told her.
Grace agreed to board the bus with the jelly dildo in her pussy, not realizing that it was also a high tech sex toy
that doubled as a vibrator. And like many of the other vibrators that Royston used on her, this one also came with
a wireless remote control, something which she would find out very soon.
--
The bus was getting crowded. Royston was glad to get a seat, while Grace stood a short distance away where he
could watch her unobstructed. With his hand on the remote control in his pocket earlier, he religiously delivered
a barrage of vibrations to her cunt every thirty seconds, watching her squirm. Whenever a man brushed past the
standing Grace or squeezed through behind her, he was also sure to soup up the vibrator to maximum, causing
her knees to nearly buckle.
It was at the eighth bus-stop after they got onto the bus outside the park when Royston gave up his seat, grabbed
her arm, and moved them to the back of the bus, which was jammed pack with commuters who liked to stay
close to the exit. He had also extracted the jelly dildo-vibrator from her lubricating cunt and dropped it into her
designer handbag. The extraction caused a tiny dribble of juices to run down her inner thigh – she could feel it,
inching down her skin of her bare leg, toward her anklet of shameful beads.
Grace’s pink panties were rolled up around her wrist. Royston kept his end of his bargain by letting her wear her
panties on the bus – not on her pussy, but on her wrist.
At some point, Grace felt someone pressing into her. First she assumed the person was getting off the bus, so she
moved her body forward, but the man behind stayed close, pressing his body even closer to her. She turned her
head but could not see him because she was sandwiched in between two other passengers. It was a matter of time
before she felt her skirt being lifted behind, and her bare butt being fondled. She was tempted to scream, but she
saw Royston put a finger on his lips, instructing her to be quiet.
Now the finger of an unknown man was knuckle deep in her cunt, wriggling like some animal, burrowing into
her deepest darkest desires, lighting a spark of guilty pleasure as it brushed past her sensitive clit. Simultaneously,
two more fingers joined the first, plunging deep into the squishy velvety walls of her pussy, causing another
intense burst of pleasure in her loins as the rough palm pressed into her engorged little sex organ packed with a
thousand nerves. She kept her mouth shut, enduring the violation as her eyes made contact with Royston
standing a short distance away. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he did nothing, as if he was there to watch her
being sexually violated.
Grace was surprised that the stranger’s hand had groped her bare ass and touched her labia lips so soon after the
jelly dildo was slickly extracted by Royston – just when she was already heady with the vaginal and clitoral
stimulations. Then again, she practically asked for it, so she shouldn’t be surprised. A slut dressed like she was,
without bra or panties in a congested public place with hardly any elbow room. She was already hanging near the
edge, and then the hand found its way to her needy cunt – like it had somehow known this slut was close to
getting off on the public bus.
Since she did not have the luxury of having panties to cover her private parts, Grace had to grip the phallus-
shaped jelly dildo with her vaginal muscles to hold it inside of her earlier on. There was a protrusion from the
main jelly shaft that lightly pressed against her clitoral hood. When the vibrations turned on, the protrusion
transferred the vibrations from the core shaft buried deep in her pussy also to the sensitive bud of her clit. It was
thanks to this contraption that Grace’s first orgasm in a crowded public place was already imminent before Mr
Scruffy lent a hand. But for Grace, it was the dirty, shamefully raw and intensely degrading sensation of having
someone’s fingers in her unprotected cunt, finger-banging her against her will on a crowded bus full of people
that brought it crashing down like a bolt of electricity through her spine.
She arched her back in a silent scream that froze time for a split second. Then the forbidden orgasm arrived in a
crescendo of waves that crashed repeatedly against the shores of wanton release, breaking all her social notions of
grace and civilized behavior. Grace’s body shook as she spent herself in the presence of people around, a
stranger’s fingers deep-fucking her pussy relentlessly to her shameful climax. Her body slumped back against the
man who just assaulted her, all her muscles going soft. She felt her legs giving way.
“Hey, did you see that?” someone whispered to a fellow commuter. Grace nearly came again as she felt the
fingers sliding out of her juiced-up pussy. For a split second, she wondered if someone’s cock might take their
place.
“Yes I think she just had an orgasm.. unbelievable,” the whispered response came back. Grace slowly came to,
finding herself sitting on the floor of the bus. She was vaguely aware of Royston’s imposing figure over her,
pulling her up with his strong hands from her underarms. She blushed deep crimson as she realized that many
eyes were on her – eyes who witnessed an exhibitionist slut cumming on the bus. A shameless whore who spent
herself on a stranger’s fingers.
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