Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 5 [MMMf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Aly had never been happier to be stressed out about exams. It meant she was finally getting back into the groove of being at school, and that her Spring Break drama was so far behind her that she actually had room in her thoughts to stress about things besides showing her tits to strangers and letting them cum all over her naked body.

“Aly, please. Let’s not pretend you didn’t ace that final,” teased Lena, Aly’s new friend from study group. To replace the sorority sisters who’d spurned her after her Spring Break sexcapade, Aly had returned to the type of people she was friends with in middle and high school – the smart kids who wore buttons downs, ballet flats and tight ponytails.

Even she had adopted the style this morning, donning a cute shift dress, cardigan and ballerina bun. Aly giggled.

“I mean, I think I did okay, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous still,” she said, sipping her iced latte. They were sitting at her favorite coffee shop just outside campus. They roasted the best espresso beans and, well, the barista/owner of the shop was absolutely gorgeous. His name was Ryan, and if Aly wasn’t mistaken, he gave her the eye every time she came in, but unfortunately, never spoke to her. *Just come and say hi already,* Aly groaned inwardly.

It wasn’t till two hours into her study session that she finally felt a tap on her shoulder. Aly bit her bottom lip with excitement, taking in her friends’ looks of giddy surprise before turning around.

But her smile dropped the second her eyes landed on the man standing behind her.

“Hi, Alison.”

Aly’s mouth trembled, and no words escaped her lips as she processed the sight of Tat and Blue in her favorite campus coffee shop.

“Hi there. Travis,” Tat said, shaking a flustered Lena’s hand.

“Nick,” Blue introduced himself before turning back to Aly. “Babe. Long time no see,” he grinned, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I know we’re being rude, but we’ve got a surprise for you outside. Do you mind taking a break from studying?”

Aly could hardly speak. “Do I have a choice?” she finally asked under her breath.

Nick smirked. “I think you know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

And just like that, Aly was up and walking out of the coffee shop, Travis in front of her, Nick behind. Her heart pounded as Travis led her into the alley between the shop and the bookstore. He finally settled on a spot behind the giant dumpster.

“What do you want?” Aly whispered her question.

“Lift your dress up.”

Aly knew better than to object. Rolling her eyes, angry and in disbelief, she unbuttoned her cardigan, reaching down for the hem of the dress and pulling it up till her naked tits and panties were out in broad daylight.

“Fuck. Still no bra,” Travis murmured. Nick smirked.

“You can take the girl out of Spring Break, but you can’t take the Spring Break out of the girl.”

“That works just fine for my purposes,” Travis murmured before bending over to suck Aly’s breast straight into his mouth. Aly cried out before slapping both hands over her lips, shutting herself up as Travis callously pushed her panties aside and slid his fingers inside her.

“Wet?” Nick asked.

“Soaking,” Travis confirmed, his words muffled as he sucked. “Christ,” he growled, almost angry. “I missed these fucking perfect nipples. Still taste sweeter than fucking candy.” Still circling his tongue around her, Travis reached into his pocket. Aly gasped when he pulled out a switchblade. Through her shock, she tried desperately to protest as he began cutting up the front of her dress. When he was done, he easily turned her thong into a handful of string.

“Oh my God,” Aly breathed when Travis finally yanked the dress and panties clean off her body, handing it over to Nick. He gave a last suck of her nipple before his lips let go with a *pop* sound. Then he stood back to grin at Aly, naked under a long cardigan.

“Fuck. I think I like how naked tits look with a cardigan and ballet flats,” Travis smirked, reaching out to give her right breast a hard slap. He groaned as it jiggled relentlessly. Nick shook his head.

“God, she looks like the definition of a good little slut like this.”

“True. All she needs is to get on her knees,” Travis observed. With a wicked look in his eye, he turned to Nick. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

Nick nodded and the second Travis was gone, he slammed his body against Aly’s, pinning her to the brick wall and absolutely mauling her bare skin with his mouth. She felt his warm tongue draw a wet, hot trail along her collarbone, down her breast and around her nipple. She closed her eyes, shaking her head as he molded her hand to his erection. It throbbed in her palm – so furiously that she wondered if he was about to cum in his pants.

“We thought about you for a long time, sweetheart,” Nick murmured as he groped her. “I can’t even tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about those pretty tits of yours. Soaked in cum. Bouncing just for us. You were such a good girl for us. You know that?” He withdrew from her to catch her jaw and force her eyes on him. “Do you remember what a good girl you were?”

“Yes,” Aly breathed, feeling her heavy breasts shake with her every breath in. Nick clucked as he reached out and cupped one, squeezing gently for once.

“You don’t know how bad I want this sweet pussy,” Nick groaned, palming the length of her sex. “Trav and I were the ones who found you. Fuck that bastard for making us save you for all for him,” he cursed just as the coffee shop began emptying. Aly’s eyes fluttered.

“Who?” she asked just as Travis returned.

“Coffee shop’s clear. Let’s go back inside,” he smirked.

Before Aly knew it, she was being marched back inside. Pulling her cardigan shut over her naked body, she shook her head, trying to anticipate what was even about to happen.

When she got inside, her knees went weak. She had hoped the place would be fully empty, but inside was Ryan — smack dab in the center of the room, eyes wide and confused as he leaned against a table. The second she came in, he looked at her with a mixture of awe, confusion and arousal. Travis smirked.

“Alison. Don’t fucking hide your tits from this kind gentleman here. Ryan, right? He just let me buy out his entire place for the afternoon and stay around for the show,” he said, pulling Aly close to him by the cardigan. It stretched open to flash her naked breasts for a second before she yanked it shut again. But it was too late. Ryan had seen and he was frozen now, his eyes unblinking. Travis laughed. “See, I’ve always wanted to perform in a coffee shop. There’s something so fucking charming about that. Shame is I’m not a great singer. *Or* dancer. Luckily, Aly, I’ve got you to live vicariously through.”

Travis positioned himself behind Aly, chuckling into the crook of her neck as he faced her to Ryan.

“I even paid this audience to stay for you. Aren’t I nice?” he asked, firmly removing her hands from her cardigan so that it could fall slightly open. Breathing jaggedly, Aly looked down at the strip of naked skin that was exposed. It was only three inches or so, but it showed Ryan and Lena her cleavage, her belly button and her shaved pussy. “Look at that,” Travis murmured, reaching around to gently tease with her clit. “I might as well be playing an instrument, right? Just wait, guys. She’s about to make a beautiful sound.”

Travis pressed his middle finger hard against Aly’s clit. Her knees buckled as she cried out.

“There it is,” Travis whispered, yanking her cardigan off her shoulders as he continued rubbing her swollen pearl. “Now, I’ve been watching you every time you come here, Aly, and I see the way you look at Ryan. Why don’t you look him in the eye right now and tell him what a crush you have on him, sweetheart?”

Aly squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, but Travis pinched her sensitive spot just enough to make her oblige.

“Since I came back from Spring Break!” she blurted, breasts shaking. When she tried to cover them, Travis grabbed her wrists and yanked them down to her sides.

“Now, now. Don’t be rude, Aly. Let him look at your breasts while you tell him. Why kind of show would you be putting on here if you tried to hide them?” Travis snarled. “Matter fact.” He ripped her cardigan off till all that remained of her good girl outfit was her ballerina bun and ballet flats. The rest of her was pure slut, from the swollen tits to that wet pussy shaved perfectly bare. “Go up to Ryan. Go sit on his lap and tell him about the first time you finally talked to him. What did you do right after he gave you that coffee, sweetheart? You left and went to masturbate in your dorm.”

Aly’s eyes flashed wide and she stopped shaking, stunned stiff by the knowledge Travis couldn’t possibly have. “How do you…” She trailed off, realizing it was stupid to ask her question.

Travis and Nick had been watching her. The entire time she was relaxing back into her routine at school, they had been tracking her.

“Hacked your phone, babe. Your laptop, too. Any device of yours with a camera, sweetheart. It’s been our eyes since Spring Break,” Nick grinned, stroking his cock shamelessly as he soaked in the pure shock in Aly’s reaction. She actually looked… what was it? Angry? God, who would’ve thought an angry, naked girl in a perfect bun and ballet flats would get him so fucking hard?

“Why don’t you tell Ryan what kind of porn you searched on your phone the day you finally talked to him?” Travis asked, stroking the curve of Aly’s ass. He gave it a hard slap and laughed when she yelped. “Look at that jiggle,” he muttered under his breath before turning to Ryan. “She searched ‘public sex in a coffee shop.'”

Aly covered her face, going quickly from humiliated to irate. “What the fuck is it that you guys want, huh? Why are you after me? If you’re just going for a repeat of last time, then I don’t *care*, okay? Fucking watch!”

With Ryan seated at the edge of a table, she stormed to him. “I have a crush on you and you’re attracted to me. We could have been cute and romantic about this but that can’t happen anymore, because these guys showed up,” Aly breathed out, hot and frustrated. “I’m sorry I can’t explain what’s going on. I barely know myself. All I can tell you is that if you… suck my tits or like… jerk off on me, it’ll be over soon, and they’ll leave.” Aly registered poor Ryan’s look of pure bewilderment before turning over her shoulder to look at Travis. “Right? That’s what you want, isn’t it, Travis?”

“God, we’ve trained her well,” Nick muttered to Travis who nodded and grinned.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Now take Ryan’s cock out of his pants and then get on your knees.”

Aly did as she was told, looking up at Ryan. “C-can I? Is it okay if I suck on your dick?” she asked in a whisper.

“Uh… fuck. Yeah. I… definitely,” Ryan muttered, his green eyes fluttering and barely processing the moment. He pushed his glasses up onto his head and stood up, staring down at Aly’s manicured fingers as they expertly undid his button and zipper, pulling his jeans down just enough to whip his cock out.

“See what a seasoned slut you are, Aly? You were born for this, babe,” Travis grinned, coming up behind her. “Go on now,” he lilted. “Suck.” With that, he pushed her head onto Ryan’s cock. She gasped and gagged immediately, barely getting a chance to gaze at his size and girth before feeling it like steel down her throat.

A ragged, muffled moan escaped her lips as she sucked and felt Nick kneel behind her, slamming three fingers in and out of her pussy without mercy. All the while, Travis stood at her side, palming her ballerina bun, stroking it tenderly as he murmured his leering encouragement.

“That’s right, baby. Look at how beautiful you are with a hard cock in your mouth. Look at those pretty lips stretched just right for him. I know you like this, Alison. I saw the way you were joking with Lena the other day. When you bought those popsicles? She wasn’t too great at working it but you deep-throated that strawberry lemonade like such a perfect little slut. So why are you being so shy right now?” He squeezed her bun hard, pulling her hair tighter against her scalp. Tortured pleasure escaped Aly’s mouth as Travis undid his own jeans and let his hot erection spring free. “Aly, I want you to take Ryan’s entire cock like the filthy slut I know you are. And I want you to jerk me off and bounce on Nick’s fingers till you come. Can you do that for me? I know your mouth is full, but I’m going to assume your answer is yes, because that’s the only answer you should ever have with me, sweetheart.”

Aly did exactly as she was told, every inch of her naked body filled to the brim with sensation as she bounced, sucked and pulled.

“Eyes open. Look at Ryan when you taste his cock. Thank him for giving you this opportunity,” Travis demanded, rumbling in approval when Aly moaned something wet and full of gratitude. “Good girl. Tell her, Ryan.”

“*Fuck,* you’re such a good girl!” Ryan groaned the second before he pitched forward, ready to cum.

“On her tits,” Travis growled.

Ryan withdrew from Aly’s mouth just in time to squirt a single, thick ribbon of creamy white onto Aly’s right breast. Aly gasped as she felt the weight of his seed hit her then drip fast down the curve of her breast. But just as Aly reached up to rub the cum all over herself like Travis liked, he stopped her.

“Ah, ah, ah. Did I say that was what I wanted?” he asked. “Don’t you touch that cum, sweetheart. Wear it while you suck off me and Nick.”

Aly peered at them, wondering why they hadn’t fucked her yet. She thought again about what Nick said — that they were saving her for someone. She wanted desperately to know who.

But she knew she wouldn’t get her answer till she first finished her task. Wetting her lips, she prepared to wrap them around Travis’s cock first, then Nick’s. But to her confusion, both men tucked themselves back into their jeans.

“Oh, sweetheart. You thought you were going to suck us off here? No, babe. We did that already,” Nick laughed, tossing Ryan a wad of cash as Travis lifted Aly to her feet and ushered her toward the door.

“W-where am I going to suck you off then?”

“On campus.”

Aly’s heart dropped, and humiliation preemptively prickled her skin. “No, please…” she exhaled desperately as Travis gathered her hands behind her back. Holding them still there, he marched her naked, cum-streaked body out onto the sidewalk where everyone at the auto shop across the street could have a look.

Aly could see every one of the guys there stop in their tracks at the same exact time. They stared for several seconds before any dared rip their eyes away and turn to each other for confirmation that this was real — was that *really* a gorgeous and completely fucking naked college girl across the street? And why the fuck weren’t they going over there ASAP to cop a feel of those perfect tits?

“Okay, take me to campus,” Aly said hurriedly, her nervous gaze watching the auto guys devour her like a meal. “Just… tell me where on campus you want me to suck you off.”

“What do you mean where, babe?” Travis smirked. “Right. On. Campus. As in the lawn in front of the main building. I even made sure to invite your old friends *and* new. So get ready to put on a show, baby. And don’t you lose one drop of cum on those tits while we’re driving there.”

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To Be Continued

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