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Madison closed the door behind her, having just said goodbye to her parents. She let out a long sigh and shook her head in disbelief thinking of all the things she had done that day. She had walked across the stage at her college graduation with nothing under her gown except for a pair of nipple clamps, clothespins on her pussy, and the word “slut” written in marker on her stomach. She got up from the table where she was eating dinner with her parents at a restaurant and got throatfucked in the men’s room by classmate. And she had sat around the rest of the day in a moderately sexy outfit, including a skirt and no panties. This had all made Madison incredibly wet. Her pussy starved for attention.
“Hey Dan,” she texted. She had already sent him a picture to prove that she had taken her panties off.
“Parents leave?” He guessed.
“Yep.”
“So what are you doing now?”
“Not much. I was actually wondering if I could maybe come over?”
“After what I did to you this afternoon? I can’t believe you even want to be around me.”
“I liked it,” Madison wrote back. “I’m a slut.”
“And why do you want to come over?”
“I want you to fuck me. I’m so horny. I want your cock. I want you to degrade me and I want to be your slut.”
“Damn,” Dan thought as he read the message. “That girl – she really does like it. I can’t believe how filthy she is!”
“Okay,” Dan texted back. “Come over. I have a surprise for you.”
“Me too,” Madison texted back suggestively.
She went to her closet and pulled out a bag containing an item she had never previously worn. It wasn’t her usual outfit for going out and getting perved on, that was for sure. Usually she would just wear a pair of tight jeans, or short shorts, or skirt, with a top that revealed a little too much of her midriff or cleavage. Oh, sure, she sometimes wound up taking her clothes off, taking pictures, and posting them online, but she usually started off decently clothed, even if her outfits looked a little too slutty.
No, this was different. And Madison had been waiting for the right time to use it. She had been waiting for a time when she was quite literally too horny to give a shit, and now was that time.
Madison put the bag on the bed, then slowly pulled her sweater off, revealing the word still written on her stomach. “I’m glad I left that there,” she thought to herself. It really did make her feel instantly degraded. Even when she was just watching television with her parents, just thinking of the word she had secretly written, the one that described her so well – instantly humiliated her, which instantly made her wet.
Madison slowly slipped off her skirt after kicking off her ankle boots. She closed her bedroom door after turning on the light, and unfastened her bra and tossed it into the bottom of her closet with the skirt.
“Wow,” she said aloud as she emptied the contents of the bag onto the bed. There, right in front of her, were the clothes she couldn’t wait to put on – or, at least, the lingerie. Madison picked up the pieces – one red bra, one set of back stockings, and a garter set. The website she bought them from actually described it as a “garter skirt” but Madison knew just by looking at the pictures of them online that this wasn’t a skirt by anyone’s definition. When she stretched it out, it still didn’t quite cover her pussy in the front, coming up about a half inch too short, or her ass in the back, leaving an inch or so of cheek out. Instead, she needed the attached thong just to cover herself.
“Garter skirt my ass,” Madison said aloud to herself, then laughed at the humor she found in her unintended pun. “My slutty little ass,” she said. Just thinking of putting the clothes on was making her wet.
Not wanting to waste time, Madison started with the stockings. They were sheer black lace top thigh highs, and as she sat on the bed, rolled them up one at a time, and pulled each up her leg, she saw that they sat perfectly at her mid-thighs when she had pulled them on. “I still can’t believe I’m actually doing this!” Madison thought to herself.
Next, Madison pulled on the simple red sheer thong. The whole garment, if you could call it that without laughing at the implication that it was somehow more than an ultra-thin strip of see-through red material designed to only make a nominal attempt to disguise what lie beneath, was sheer except for the strings encircling the waist. It could best be described as a red low-rise micro g-string with breakaway clips.
Madison pulled the thong over her ass and positioned it, which took a moment to do properly, as the thin material was barely wide enough to cover her labia. She traced her finger over the thin material, and just feeling the sensation of touch in her pussy made her want to rip the thong back off, flip open her webcam, and do a show for whoever might want to watch at that moment. But she knew what she had planned would continue to heighten her excitement istanbul escort until she exploded, so she continued with her plan.
After the thong was in place, Madison pulled the sultry red “skirt” on over her feet and up, past the stockings, past the thong, and adjusted this as well. It was really a thick garter belt, measuring perhaps eight inches from top to bottom, with alternating half-inch bands of opaque silk and bands of sheer thin spandex in between. The effect was similar to cheap horizontal window blinds, covering up rows and leaving rows completely exposed in between. And, of course, nothing aroused Madison quite like exposure.
Madison looked in the mirror. The garment was on the verge of being high-waisted, rising to about two inches below her bellybutton. Her sheer thong just barely peeked out of the bottom of the “skirt,” or belt or what have you. Madison hooked the garters into the stockings and turned around to look at the back. Her ass cheeks were clearly visible in the half inch bands of spandex, and farther down, about an inch and a half of her ass was completely uncovered below the lower hem of the garter belt.
The last piece of her ensemble was the bra. Madison picked it up and put it on, adjusted it, and looked at herself in the mirror. The bra was red, and its basic shape mirrored a basic underwire bra with several notable exceptions.
First, a piece of fabric about a half inch thick – similar to a strap but slightly thicker – encircled the bottom of the bra and comprised its bottom hem. It connected to only the very bottom of each cup, the cups having a more or less circular design, and it was also sewn to a strap that connected it to the main strap in the back. All in all, there was about a half inch gap in between this bottom strap and the “main” strap in the back.
The cups were really only circular on the bottom and, however. On the top end, the “circles” were rounded off, the rounded off portions aimed at the bottom of Madison’s neck. The effect was that the cups barely covered her nipples. An unnecessary yet certainly pleasing strap, the same thickness as the shoulder straps, encircled the top of each cup in a quarter circle, connecting to the shoulder strap about an inch above where the cup connected to it, and encircling the upper portion of each breast and connecting to each other in between the breasts, where the two cups were already connected by a thin piece of spandex. It almost looked as if there was a cutout about an inch wide in each of the bra cups, but perhaps a better way to describe it would be that the cups didn’t cover much and they were encircled by a strap.
“Damn,” Madison said as she looked at herself. “Dan is going to have some fun with this tonight!” She raised her arms in the air, stretching out her body, striking an inviting pose. To a mostly closeted bisexual like Madison, the sight of her own body very much aroused her. She looked in the mirror at the slut she was. The word “slut” was in plain sight just a couple of inches below the bottom strap of her bra. Farther down, her sparkly navel piercing dangled from her bellybutton, falling about two or three inches from where it was seated snugly in the hole under her skin, it’s bottom grazing the top of the garter skirt.
“You filthy little slut,” Madison said, as if she were looking at someone else. “I want to see you get fucked. Used. Exposed. I have a soft spot for girls like you. Will you go out and be a total slut for me?”
“Of course. I am the filthiest little slut! I’m going to get this body all used up! But first, I’m going to put on some makeup so I really look like a whore, and then I’m going to take some pictures. Maybe Dan will see them once they make the rounds on the internet and he’ll realize what I am and ruin me. That is what I really want, you know?” Madison said in response to her own query. “I mean, look at me! The only way I could look like more of a whore right now is if I put on a trashy amount of makeup!”
Of course, the way Madison felt at this moment, there was no way she could have a realization like that and not follow through on it. She sat down at the desk in her bedroom, which doubled as a makeup station, and opened a drawer as she looked in the mirror.
Madison started with liquid foundation, spreading it across her forehead, cheeks, chin and nose to even out her complexion without really altering it. Then, she dug around her drawer for a pinkish-purple eye shadow. Madison didn’t go easy on it like she normally did; she instead layered it on thick, preferring to look more like a cheap, trashy prom date overdoing her makeup as opposed to a classy teacher-to-be wanting to add a subtle layer of color to her eyelids.
Next, Madison added a layer of blush to her cheeks, to the point that they almost looked like she had been slapped repeatedly, and finally, she chose a sultry red 24-hour lip stain, the kind that is supposed to stay on basically no matter istanbul escort bayan what, and applied a thick layer, careful to paint her lips to the edges and no more, wiping up where she had colored outside the proverbial lines.
Madison stood up and looked at herself. She wondered how much her body would fetch on a street corner at that given moment. Truthfully, Madison was about to go into another one of her states of complete and total self-degradation fueled by her own hyper-arousal, like the ones she had been so fond of lately, beating her face and calling herself the nastiest names out loud and filming it, but she stopped when she got a text from Dan.
“Are you coming or not?” He asked.
“Shit,” Madison thought. She had taken far too long to get ready already, preferring to stand in front of the mirror and fantasize about her own destruction, building up her sexual tension, than to actually walk over to Dan’s place and revel in it at his hands.
“Just getting ready. Be there in a few!” Madison texted back.
“Now, what should a slut like me wear over this outfit?” Madison said to herself, turning back to her closet. She pulled out a black blazer and shook her head. “No, this will look weird,” she thought. “Maybe some kind of jacket and skirt?”
As she turned back to the closet, Madison pulled out the same denim skirt that she had been wearing earlier. “No, too long,” she thought, and instead reached for the shortest denim mini skirt she owned. She also pulled out a black leather jacket, not too short but not too long, one that was just barely big enough to cover her tits if she pulled it tight and fastened the buttons.
Madison placed the garments on the bed and turned back to the mirror. “But – then I’ll be wearing two skirts at the same time!” She protested to herself as she pondered her selections. “No, I can’t – damn, you slut – could you?” Madison said at once. She wondered if she could really follow through with the idea that had just entered her head. “As crazy as it sounds, what if I just wore the one skirt, with nothing over top of it – the garter skirt!”
Madison’s mouth was wide open as she looked at herself in astonishment. Could she, Madison Holt, possibly, even slightly, be considering the idea of wearing a skimpy piece of lingerie, going out in public, walking down the street, accepting the honking horns and catcalls and disapproving glares from other girls – and potentially even the shame and embarrassment if one of her classmates happened to be out? Of course she was. Madison was so turned on that she didn’t even have to slap herself in the face, pretend to force herself, or make herself submit.
“I’m a nasty little slut,” she admitted to the mirror. “This is what I am, and this is what I deserve. I made myself a total slut, and now I have to live with the consequences.” Madison picked up the jacket and put it on. It was smallish, especially in terms of getting it buttoned, but it wasn’t cropped and buttoning it was manageable. It was tight, and when Madison had fastened the black leather material, she saw that it barely covered the bra, as it was somewhat low cut, and it barely covered the bottom hem of the garter skirt in the back.
In the front was somewhat of a different story. Madison noticed that, since the bottom button of two was about a foot from the bottom of the jacket, and each side of it was tapered toward her hips and away from her navel as it fell, it did not entirely cover the garter skirt in the front, leaving a triangular strip of the skirt visible, about eight inches high and four inches wide. And of course, since the skirt rode up a little too high to cover her thong, the red sheer thong was visible at the very bottom of this section, giving any potential viewer a glimpse of what Madison’s true intentions were.
“Oh. My. God. Fuck. Yes!” Madison exclaimed as she eyed her own body. She turned around and bent over, and only had to bend a few degrees before the jacket rode up and revealed the red garter skirt underneath. She turned around and looked at the front again, indescribably aroused by the fact that, for all the layers she was wearing, the only thing standing between her cunt lips and the cool night air was a too-short garter skirt which didn’t really cover her pussy anyway, and a thin sheer thong which, if Madison were honest with herself, wasn’t much better.
“Damn,” she said out loud as she placed her hands on her inner thighs. At this point she would do just about anything to feel any sort of sensation on her body anywhere remotely approaching her sex. She looked at the garter straps, emerging from beneath the bottom hem of her jacket, their full length nearly visible as they stretched their way south, connecting with her lace top thigh-highs at a point at least six inches below the jacket hem. “So much skin,” she muttered. “And these garters, out, sticking out for everyone to stare at, mmmm,” she moaned lustfully.
Madison escort istanbul needed no further encouragement. She quickly put on a pair of her highest heels. They were black, with five-inch heels, but they were not platform shoes. After all, she did have to walk, and although she liked looking like a whore or a stripper, she knew six-inch platforms were a bit extreme for a potentially uneven sidewalk. The shoes had a thin ankle strap and a thin sandal strap going over from left to right, and a rhinestone-embellished strap connecting the two.
She stood up, realizing that it was now just a bit harder to conceal what lie beneath her jacket after adding the heels. She would have to keep adjusting the jacket just to keep her garter skirt from becoming exposed in the back, now that her ass was pert and flexed tight, compliments of the tall heels.
Madison was pleased with herself. All in all, she knew what she was about to do was wrong. She knew it was perhaps dangerous, potentially humiliating, definitely risky, and above all, slutty as hell to even set foot outside in that outfit. But all his excited Madison. She could not control herself any more, and did not want to. Without a second thought, she bent over and gave herself five hard slaps to each ass cheek for good measure, whimpered, stood up, and adjusted her jacket. She picked up her phone and her apartment key, needing nothing else, and opened her bedroom door, and then her apartment door, locking the latter behind her. She took a deep breath, and knew that there would be no going back now.
Madison quickly walked down the stairs leading from her apartment. Hers was on the second floor, so she did not have far to go, and soon she was in the alleyway leading to the main road. Looking around, she saw that nobody was near, which was both a relief and a disappointment to her. Her pussy continued to drip as she thought about how she would look to a passerby – clothed in a jacket, garter skirt, garters, stockings, and heels – with the very bottom of her ass exposed and a thin thong covering her pussy.
“I wonder which way I should go?” Thought Madison as she reached the main road. She could go up the main road to the next intersection, and then down a usually busy street a couple of blocks to Dan’s apartment, or she could stroll straight across the first street and through campus before cutting across the busy street.
“Hmmm,” Madison thought. She didn’t really notice, but she had stopped on the sidewalk as she thought about her dilemma, which could only increase the odds that someone might see her. “If I go the first way,” she thought, referring to walking up the main toad and then down the street, “Cars will see me. Probably not as many people. But I don’t know if I want to walk down the street dressed like a hooker.”
“If I go that way,” Madison thought, “no cars, but maybe people.” A sultry smile crossed her face as she thought about the second option a little more. “Maybe I could even have a little fun on the way – sort of like when I was walking to class the other day,” she thought. Madison reached down, feeling her swollen pussy lips through the sheer fabric. She hiked up her skirt and jacket in the back and gave herself two hard slaps to each ass cheek. “I think I’ll take the second way,” she said. “That’s what a real slut would do.”
Madison turned to cross the street after a car passed. She wasn’t really sure if anyone inside saw her, but she made sure she was completely across the street before she would allow herself to adjust the garter skirt or jacket and cover her ass up. Madison then walked towed the middle of campus, wondering what sort of mischief she might get into on her way to Dan’s apartment.
The night was quiet. Madison only saw two her people walking anywhere on campus, and neither of them realized what she was up to. They were far enough away that she could barely decipher whether they were male or female. “Everyone must be either staying in or already out,” she thought, “or maybe some of them packed up and left.”
She continued along the path, looking around her, occasionally touching her throbbing clit or pulling up her garter skirt to show her ass, although it seemed that nobody was around. Soon she found herself in an open area, near where she had flashed her tits a few days before, and she found a bench and sat down.
Truthfully, Madison wasn’t sure why she sat there at first. She didn’t really think about it much, she just sat. But if she had dug a little deeper, she would have realized that she had begun to feel the urge to do something outrageously slutty again. Madison spread her legs, caressing her puffy cunt, meaning softly, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to be taken, abused, and made into her sluttiest self yet.
“How about a rule?” She thought to herself. “No – damn, Madison, that’s too much – you have a hard cock waiting on you, just go take it!” She continued. In the meantime, her hand left her pussy and was tracing up her jacket, past her midriff, past her tits, until all of the sudden, WHOOSH! Madison’s right hand pounded her right cheek, near her mouth, like a meat tenderizer pounding a steak. It was the hardest Madison had ever slapped herself.
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