Skinny dipping gone wrong

Yes, I know fantasizing about catching a girl skinny dipping is juvenile. So is stealing her cloth and making her do humiliating tasks to get them back. However, I also know the fantasy is rather hot.

Anywho, enjoy my first prompt here. I hope it goes without saying that this is just a fantasy and Mr. Green’s behavior is not acceptable in the real world.

**That time Tiffany went skinny dipping**

As a kid, Tiffany used to love summer vacation. However, now that she has been to college and tasted freedom, she hates the summer. She hates having a curfew. She hates that she has to stay sober for the next few months. And most of all she hates being so far away from her boyfriend, or anything remotely interesting for that matter, because her parents’ house is literally located at bumblefuck, nowhere, USA.

“Maybe that’s why I did something so reckless,” she thought to herself as she stood in front of Mr. Green’s lecherous gaze trying and failing to fully hide her young, dripping, naked body. “How did I get here?” she thought as she was frantically looking for her clothes.

Tiffany of course knew the answer. Twenty minutes ago, she was binge-watching New Girl on Netflix. Then she glanced out her window and saw Mr. Green’s new dimly lit inground pool.

She couldn’t help but admire the LED-lit water, the wicker pool chairs, the new faultless cement, and the white, freshly painted, diving board. As she stared out of her window, a wonderfully ridiculous and dirty idea popped into her head. “You never went skinny dipping before.” her inner devil whispered into her mind.

The sensible part of her mind replied “absolutely not”, but boredom made the devil’s voice much louder. Then, before she knew it, she was floating absolutely naked in Mr. Green’s pool. She felt so alive as she treaded water, and the water caresses every inch of her body. Then she heard a soft chuckle, followed by the words “Well isn’t this is a pleasant surprise.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and with cat-like reflexes, she covered her bosom and pussy. “Oh fuck, um, yeah, I can explain,” Tiffany said rapidly as she quickly shuffled out of the pool. “Where are my clothes?” she desperately thought to herself as her eyes darted around the pool area, from Mr. Green to the pool chair she swore she left them, and then to random spots in the surrounding area.

“Are you missing something?” Mr. Green asked with an obviously false curiosity, and suddenly it dawned on her why she what happened.

She could have just walked home. Tiffany’s parents knew her parents are very heavy sleepers. She could turn around, let that pervert catch a glimpse of her backside on the way back, and walk home. No one but them would ever know.

However, Tiffany was sick of watching Netflix and it’s not like her boyfriend was around to look at her that way. So her hands moved to her hips and with a scowl, she said “Ok, you got a good look. Now stop being an old perve and fucking give me back my damn clothes.”

Offended, Mr. Green said “Tiffany, I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing. I have half a mind to tell your parents that you were skinny dipping in my pool.”

“You wouldn’t” Tiffany replied confidently, “We both know my dad would kill you if he found out about this.”

“True, but he would also lock you away forever” He replied

“Also, true. So will you please help me find my clothing Mr. Green, and I will be on my way and we will never have to talk about his every again” Tiffany replied sweetly.

“I don’t know, you hurt my feelings,” replied Jeff with a mischievous smile. “I might if you put on a bit of a show for me.”

Tiffany’s short-lived confidence dissipated. Her mouth dropped and the burning sensation started to spread across her face. What the fuck is this pervert going to make do for my clothing, and why is this making me wet?

Mr. Green took a few steps forward, bent over, and retrieved a squeaky toy shaped like a bone, and then he said with an impossibly straight face, “would you like to play fetch, Tiffany?”

Her head slowly nodded. Then her beet-red face turned as she watched the bone fly through the air and softly land a few feet behind her. Fully exposed, she walked to the bone and quickly bent over, knowing full well that pervert was watching her bottom, and grabbed the bone. She then turned back around, quickly walked towards him, and gave it back.

“Well, while I am glad you are no longer ashamed of your deliciously young body, that’s not how puppies play fetch. How about we try again?”

She obeyed without question and got on all fours. Feeling the concrete on her hands and knees, she looked up and watched him dangle the squeaky toy above her head.

She didn’t know what part of this situation was more surprising. The fact that she was quietly barking and pretending to wag her tail. Or that despite how much blood that was rushing to her face, there was still enough left to make her tingle between her legs.

Mr. Green lightly threw the bone, and Tiffany turned around and crawled towards the squeaky toy. She felt his eyes move up and down her body, lingering on her hanging breasts, her eagerly shaking bottom, and agonizingly empty vagina. When she arrived at the bone, she dipped her head down and grabbed it with her mouth. Hearing the squeak ring across Mr. Green’s backyard and tasting his dog’s dried saliva on the squeaky toy, she couldn’t help but feel so wonderfully pathetic. She then returned to Mr. Green and waited.

Mr. Green reached towards the squeaky toy and sternly said “drop it.” Tiffany immediately let go and she was greeted with a beaming smile and soft rustle of her hair.

“Good girl, Tiffany. You are just a quick learner” Mr. Green said proudly.

“Bark, Bark” she quietly replied with a meek smile and an odd sense of pride.

“Ok, Tiffany now I want to climb up on the pool chair and sit with your legs wide open,” Jeff said eagerly.

Tiffany once again obeyed and before she even knew what she was doing, Mr. Green’s eyes began eagerly drinking in the view of a pussy that she felt had no business being so wet and swollen.

“Oh good, you are enjoying this as well, you dirty slut,” Jeff said quietly. “Now be a good girl, and touch yourself for me. I want to see what you do to yourself when your alone with your filthy fantasies”

“Yes, Mr. Green” Tiffany replied with a sigh of relief as her greedy pussy finally felt her hands. She used her right hand to run her fingers up and down her lips. Feeling them slide across her lips and her palm lightly graze her clitoris, she let out a moan. Using her other hand, she started caressing her breast.

The world vanished around them, and the only thing that Tiffany cared about was that growing wonderful tingling tension building between her legs and that Mr. Green was getting the show of his life. Her fingers then circled and brushed against her clitoris with a slowly increasing tempo as her other hand abandoned her breast and slid in her vagina.

“Oh fuck” she moaned as they started making a come-hither motion. She slid her finger in and out, her vaginal walls wrap around them and accept more and more, until she could fit in a second finger, and then a third. Her hand that was rubbing her clitoris finally reached the perfect speed, causing her legs tense and her hips to involuntarily thrust.

“Stop” Mr. Green sternly demanded.

She obeyed and felt her face twist with a desperate longing. “Why?” she whined.

“You get to cum when I say you can” Mr. Green replied sternly. “Now, calm down and remove your hands from between your legs.

Tiffany removed them, her vagina feeling more agonizingly empty than it’s ever felt in her life. Not knowing exactly why she found herself covering her face. She was quickly greeted with the taunting smell of the pleasure that she just let Mr. Green snatch away from her.

“Please. Please I need to cum,” she whined, hips still thrusting as if they were trying to will a pair of hands into existence.

“Soon,” Mr. Green said gently “I just need to make you a little more desperate. Now I want you to go back to playing with yourself. But this time, do it slowly.”

Tiffany returned her hands to between her legs. Her now full vagina and appreciated clitoris immediately rejoiced, only to realize that her hands were moving too agonizingly slow to make herself cum. After a few moments, she tried to go a bit faster, only to hear Mr. Green say “I said slowly.”

She whimpered and obeyed. Her eyes started to burn from the sweat rolling down her face, but with a determination that she couldn’t quite understand, she kept slowly playing with herself. Finally, she heard Mr. Green say “Good girl, go as quickly as you want.”

Well, they say history repeats itself. First as a tragedy, then as a farce. Her fingers moved at just the right rhythm. Her legs tensed and her hips began to involuntarily thrust. Then Mr. Green said, “stop.”

“You are such a fucking dick,” Tiffany said voice shaking, hands obediently still as she glared daggers.

“I’m sorry. I assumed you wanted me to eat that dirty little cunt of yours. You are welcome to leave if you’re not interested.” Mr. Green asked, surprised.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please eat my dirty little cunt. I want you to make me cum like the filthy slut I am” she said eagerly.

“Hmmm. You’re coming along nicely. Ok remove your hands and make room for me.” Mr. Green instructed as he got on his knees in front of her. Tiffany obeyed as he firmly grabbed her buttocks and his face moved between her legs.

She immediately felt some amount of regret for listening. “Why didn’t I just make myself cum?” she thought as his breath increased the temperature of her already overheated, so-called, “dirty little cunt.”

“Please,” she said desperately as her hips tried to thrust forward restrained by the tight grip he had on her ass. “I need you to make me cum. Please.”

Finally, she felt him kiss her inner thighs, then her lips, and finally her clit. His tongue circle around her clitoris at just the right speed as his fingers slide in and out her vagina. She moaned as she used her now free hands to play with her sweaty breasts. The intensity between her legs grew and grew. She felt her legs wrap around Mr. Green’s head while her hips began to gyrate. Then, the pleasureful longing between her legs was moments away from reaching a crescendo, only to feel Mr. Greens mouth pull away.

“No. No. No. No. No. No.” Tiffany frantically whispered as she refused to unwrap her legs and tried using her hand to push his head back into her throbbing pussy. Mr. Green responded by first prying open her legs and then prying her hands off his head. Next, He pinned her to the wicker chair and kissed her hard. As he forced her to taste her denied pussy, her legs wrapped tightly around his back and she began rubbing her greedy cunt against his bulge.

“Ok” He whispered in her ears. “Now you are desperate enough to cum.”

“About time!” Tiffany’s pussy screamed as he returned to her greedy pussy. This time Mr. Green wasted no time. His fingers slid back in and made that wonderful come hither motion and his tongue returned to circling her clitoris at the perfect tempo. Tiffany squeezed his head tighter with her legs as the intensity in her pussy continued to grow.

And then, it was just too much. She grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and used the other to cover her mouth. She let out a stifled moan as her whole body began to tense. Next, she stopped breathing as a wave of bliss washed over her brain and then her whole body. The pleasure grew and grew until it was just too much. Her legs flew open, dripping with sweat, she tried and failed to push him away. He just kept going until her brain completely melted and she no longer could fight this pleasurable torture

Then it stopped. The world spun and she felt herself start to hyperventilate. Mr. Green played with her damp hair and whispered “Easy. Easy. Calm down. You did such a good job. Now I need you to take deep breaths.” She obeyed and the spinning began to slow down.

“Ok. Hang on a second, Let’s see if I can find your clothes.” and Mr. Green shuffled off and moments later, laid them beside her. “God knows you earn them, you beautifully filthy slut.”

At that moment, reality came crashing back into existence. “Um, well, I think I should get going,” she said as the blood returned to her face and she picked up her cloth. Without bothering to get dressed, she immediately rushed home. As she scurried off, she heard Mr. Green call after her “Feel free to come back and swim any time.”

The words kept echoing in her head as she returned to her room. If she was sensible, she wouldn’t. She should just go to bed and forget this ever happened. However, Tiffany knew she could sometimes be a bit reckless. Maybe she should just accept that about herself.

**Any Feedback?**

I would love to hear what you thought of this and/or any constructive criticism. Have some ideas for a part 2 if people like this. Also open to requests, especially if I find your request to exciting and/or you are willing to proofread.

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