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Mind Swapping Chapter 14 Carol and Barbara woke me early monday morning. It was the first day of classes after Spring Break Week, and we had a nine AM class. I quickly bathed, shaved my legs, underarms and pubic area, fixed my hair, applied my make up and put on the lingerie that Carol had laid out for me to wear: a pair of white lace bikini panties, a front hook white lace brassiere, white lace nylons with elastic lace tops that didn't need a garter belt and a pair of red high heel shoes. Next, Carol handed me an almost transparent white silk blouse and a short red skirt. My lace brassiere could be seen through the blouse and the skirt was very short and full cut. "The skirt is called a flip skirt," Carol told me. "Come over here and stand in front of the mirror. See how the hemline goes less than halfway down your thigh. Twirl around for me. See how the skirt flairs out to show the lace tops of your stockings?" I could indeed see my bare thigh as I turned a little faster. It was a good thing that the stockings almost reached my crotch or else everyone would see that I wasn't wearing pantyhose. "Spin around really fast a couple of times," I was told. The white lace of the crotch of my panties could be seen in the mirror. I asked if I could wear some other clothes that would be less revealing. Carol replied, "Since you enjoy acting like a slut, you may as well dress like one. Besides, I like seeing you dressed this way." I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to go to the university dressed as a slut. Carol and Barbara had taken the same classes so that they could study together, and, now that Barbara was living with us, we could also ride together. We rode in Barbara's red BMW. I looked down to see that the sunlight shone through my white silk blouse to reveal the lacy cups of my brassiere. I was embarrassed to know that I would be semi exposed to everyone. However, I decided to hold my head up and act proud of my very feminine body. We parked beside the gym and walked to the Humanities Building where all of our classes were today. We were just in time for our nine o'clock class on Human Sexuality. Dr. Lambert had written several books on the subject and was a nationally known expert. Barbara and I sat down in the front row as the professor entered the room. Dr. Lambert was distinguished looking, about fifty, with grey hair. I had seen him somewhere before, but, I couldn't remember where or when. Dr. Lambert walked to the front of the room and stood at the podium as he began his lecture. "Men and women are mentally as different as they are physically." He looked around the room and seemed to pick me out of the class as his eyes came to rest on me. "Today, it is politically incorrect to state the obvious if it offends any special interest group, but, the truth is the truth. Women are soft and pliable. Its the way their brains and bodies are configured. A woman will submit herself to all sorts of indignities in the name of love. Men will too, but, not to the same extent as a woman. And, most women enjoy the act of submittion!" Two women in the room got up and walked out. I stayed put. He had me mesmerized. What he was saying explained the change in personality that had taken place in me since the memory transfer experiment had swapped Carol and my minds into each others' bodies. Now that I was in Carol's body, I was also in her brain. That explained why it was so easy for them to seduce me into all the wild sexual situations that I had experienced in the last week and a half. As a man, I had earned a Master's Degree in Physics, but, I hadn't taken many psychology courses. What he said made perfect sense to me. I hadn't noticed that my skirt had ridden up my thighs and that my legs were parted slightly. I didn't realize that he could see the white lace crotchband of my panties every time he looked in my direction. As he continued his lecture, I finally noticed that he was staring at the view that I had unwittingly provided. I closed my legs and pulled my skirt down. When the interesting lecture was over, I stood up to leave with the other students. Professor Lambert said, "Ms Phelps, please stay after class." Barbara said she would wait on me and left with everyone else. When we were alone, he said, "Ms Phelps, you didn't turn in your midterm paper before spring break. You may receive an F for this course." I didn't know what to say. Carol had helped me with my experiment and had forgotten to bring her report in after we had swapped bodies. Her bad grade would be my fault! I pleaded, "Please, Dr. Lambert, can I bring you the report tomorrow?" He seemed to staring at my lace brassiere through my nearly transparent blouse as he said, "I never allow any papers to be turned in late. However, I could consider making an exception in your case." His eyes shifted up to meet mine. "When is your next class?" I told him my next class was at eleven o'clock. "Good! Come to my office with me." I followed him out the door and down the hall to his office. He unlocked the door and motioned for me to enter. It was a cozy room with shelves full of books. He closed and locked the door. I spun around when I heard the lock click, causing my light weight skirt to flare outward. He caught a glimpse of bare thigh and licked his lips. I now realized that I was in the presence of a dirty old man. "Ordinarily, you would receive an automatic F. However, I need someone to help me with an experiment. Perhaps, you can redeem yourself and make a passing grade in this course after all." I asked what I had to do. "Oh, its a simple measurement of sexual response time. I'm sure that a young lady with your qualifications could be quite useful in my experiment." He had moved so close to me that we were almost touching. I backed away slowly until my buttocks encountered his desk. "Now, now, Ms Phelps, this won't hurt a bit. And, after what I saw you doing with that young man in that sports car in the shopping mall parking lot, I shouldn't think that you would object at all." Now I remembered where I had seen him. He was one of the two older men who had stood beside the car and watched as Tom had fingered my vagina and sucked my nipples the night that I had first met him at the restaurant. Dr. Lambert had obviously recognized me as his student, Caroline Phelps, but, since I am actually Steve Ramsey, and had never seen him before, I hadn't recognized him. "You do want to pass this course, don't you?" He was practically leering at me as he moved in closer. I couldn't let Carol down. I was responsible for her not turning in her midterm paper on time, therefore, I couldn't let her down now. I asked what it was that I had to do. As an answer he placed both hands on my breasts and gave them a squeeze. "My God!" he exclaimed, "They're real!" He started unbuttoning my blouse, unhooked my brassiere and pulled the cups free of my large cone shaped tits. "Your titties are absolutely gorgeous!" he said as he fondled them and pinched my nipples. He bent forward and took my nipples into his mouth and sucked each one until they were erect and wet. His hand dipped beneath my skirt and slid up my lace stocking covered thigh. The suction on my aroused nipples and the teasing way his hand played on the bare skin above my stocking top caused me to part my legs to give his fingers more room. He dropped to his knees and raised my skirt to get a close up view of my lace panties. "Beautiful, Ms Phelps. Simply beautiful." He planted kisses on the front of my panties. His fingers hooked the waist band on each side and pulled my panties down and off. I stepped out of them when he told me to and he put them in his coat pocket. He raised my skirt up again and was surprised to find that my pubic hair was shaven. "A bald beaver!" he exclaimed. "At least I won't get hair between my teeth." He began to plant kisses on my hairless vagina lips, kissing from one lip to the other, finally stopping in the middle to lick from bottom to top. I was becoming very hot. I leaned back against his desk and spread my legs as he continued to lick my slit. He rammed his tongue deep into my opened vagina and rubbed his nose on my erect clitoris. Within a minute and a half, I was cuming. Dr. Lambert stood up and looked at the stop watch in his hand, "Two minutes and twenty eight seconds. Congratulations, Ms Phelps! You have just set a new record." He walked around the desk and unzipped his pants, pushed them and his boxer shorts down before he sat down. His penis was about six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter, and, it was standing at attention. "Now, Ms Phelps, your turn to do me." He clicked the stop watch and I knew that I was being timed. I decided that I had to do it for Carol's grade point average. I dropped to my knees between his spread legs and wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock. He had a grin on his face as I bent forward and licked the swollen head of his cock. It didn't taste all that bad. I knew that he was timing how long it would take for me to make him cum. I decided to break that record, also. I used all of my knowledge of what feels good to a stiff cock. I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis twice, then, bobbed my head forward, taking it down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I was reminded of Lisa, the redheaded waitress, who had deep throated Tony's eight inch cock, and I remembered how envious I was of her ability to swallow so much cock without choking. This cock may have been shorter, but I was deep throating it! I pulled my head up until just the head was in my mouth, swirled my tongue around it twice, then, took it down my throat again. Over and over, my mouth went up and down on his hard cock until he shot his cum down my throat. He had gripped my head and held me down on his cock until it had finished shooting. I quickly came up for air, but, went right back down on it to make sure that I had gotten all his cum. He clicked his stop watch. "One minute, fifty six seconds. I don't think that I have ever cum that quickly. Not even when I was a teenager." I stood up, licked a drop of cum from my lips, brushed my hair back out of my face and looked down to see my d cup sized tits hanging out of the front of my open blouse. I fitted the brassiere cups over my boobs, hooked it and buttoned up my blouse. "May I have my panties back, please?" I asked. "No, I think I'll keep them as a memento of our first session together." He had taken my panties out of his pocket and was holding them under his nose. "I love it when a girl perfumes her panties. By the way, you can submit your late report Wednesday morning after class. Wear a wrap dress, shelf brassiere, no panties and high heels if you want to improve your grade." He grinned a lascivious smile and added, "We'll do some more research." I left Dr. Lambert's office minus my panties. Barbara was waiting for me in the hallway. "Come with me," she commanded and led me down a flight of stairs to the basement ladies room. She checked under the stall doors and saw that the place was empty andstated, "Nobody ever comes down here." She pushed me up against the tile wall, kissed my lips and inserted her tongue into my mouth. "I knew it! Your mouth tastes of sperm! I had heard that the old goat likes to get young coeds to suck his cock. When you came out of his office, your lipstick was smeared." Her hand went under my skirt and made the discovery that I was pantyless. "You slut! You're walking around with your hairless pussy and ass ready to be seen by anyone anytime a strong wind whips up your skirt!" Then, she passionatly kissed me again. "Tell me what the old goat did to you!" I told her what had happened in Dr. Lambert's office. Barbara became turned on and she told me to get down on my knees and eat her pussy to calm her down. I was glad that no one came into the ladies' room while my head was under Barbara's skirt. Afterwards, I wiped my mouth, brushed my hair and freshened my lipstick. We were a few minutes late for our next class. I was careful when I sat down, I didn't want everyone to know that I didn't have any panties on. After our twelve o'clock class was over, I thought that we would go home, Barbara had other ideas. As we neared the parking lot where her car was parked, she turned to enter the Gymnasium. I asked where we were going. "We have someone in here we need to see before we go home," was all she said as she led me down a flight of stairs. We ended up beneath the basketball court. "They're in here," she said as she pushed open a door marked Men's Locker Room. I made the mistake of following her into the room. Our high heels made clicking sounds on the tile floor as we passed two rows of lockers. The room had appeared to be empty until we had rounded the last row and turned toward where two tall black males in basketball uniforms were standing beside a padded massage table. I hesitated and stopped, but, Barbara took my arm and pulled me to where they were. One of them was Roger Jones, the star basketball player, who I had met in the restaurant. The other one was even taller than Roger and had very dark skin. Roger said, "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Little Miss Stuck Up." I tried to turn and leave, but Barbara wouldn't let go of my arm. Roger and his friend each took one of my arms and escorted me to the massage table. When I said that if they didn't let me go immediately that I would scream, Roger warned, "Listen, bitch, open your mouth to scream and you'll regret it!" I was quiet. Carol spoke to me as she took her pocket sized camcorder from her purse, "This is for your own good, Carol. You and Roger have been lovers, and you acted as if you didn't even know him at the restaurant. You've been acting as if you were prejudiced lately." She had pointed the camera at us as she concluded, "Just relax and enjoy it. Roger and Mugobe will be good for you." Roger was six foot seven inches and his friend was six foot ten inches tall. Where Roger had a muscular build, whereas Mugobe was very thin. Even with my high heels on, they both towered over me. Roger put his arms around me and spoke, "Baby, don't you remember the first time we were together? You took on half the basketball team. You sucked me off, then, we fucked until your cunt was full of cum. You came four or five times while I was screwing that tight little box of your's." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine and pushed his thick tongue into my mouth. When he pulled his mouth away from mine he added, "Now, you act as if you're afraid of black snake. Just because you found yourself a rich white boyfriend is no reason to ignore old friends." Roger pulled me tighter against him as he kissed my lips again. His tongue probed into the back of my mouth as I felt a movement between our bodies. He was getting an erection! I attempted to pull away, but was firmly held in position as his large hands reached around and squeezed my buttocks through my skirt. This time, when our lips parted, I realized that my breathing was becoming more rapid. Roger grinned at me as he noticed my automatic reaction to the fondling and kisses. I tried to make a break for the door. I hadn't taken one step when Roger and Mugobe grabbed me. As they lifted me up in the air and lay me on the massage table, Roger said, "Look, Barbara says that you have gotten to stuck up since you met that Ramsey dude. She said that you needed us to do you a favor and fuck you." Before I had time to protest, Roger was kissing me again. His tongue was stroking in and out of my mouth as his hands squeezed my large breasts. Mugobe's large coal black hands were running up and down my white nylon lace covered legs. My body began to betray me. I could feel the nipples of my massaged breasts stiffening and my vagina was beginning to tingle. I began to realize that if this continued for another couple of minutes, that I wouldn't be able to control myself. Roger had stopped fondling my breasts in order to unbutton my white silk blouse. He had just started to unhook my white lace brassiere when Mugobe discovered that I wasn't wearing panties. Mugobe exclaimed, in a foreign accent, "Man, look here! This girl wears no underpants. And, her pussy has no hair on it!" Roger raised his head and broke our kiss, let go of my brassiere and flipped the front of my short red skirt up over my waist. "Damn! When did you start shaving your pussy?" Mugobe held my legs apart as Roger's long black fingers massaged the smooth hairless lips of my vagina. He dipped one of his fingers into my moist slit and rubbed my clitoris. My thoughts of getting away vanished from my mind as his finger slid deep into my wet vagina. Two minutes later, I wouldn't have left if the building were on fire! Roger told Mugobe to open my bra and suck my nipples while he played with my pussy. I voluntarily opened my legs for Roger's fingers to have more room to maneuver. Mugobe was having difficulty unhooking my brassiere clasp. Just as I was about to unhook my bra for him, he took the two sides in his hands and ripped it open. My breasts wobbled from side to side after being so violently set free. His thick lips wrapped around my left nipple and he applied a tremendous suction. Between Roger's fingers stroking in my wet vagina and Mugobe's lips moving to my right nipple to make it as big and wet as my left nipple, I was beginning to enjoy my first interracial sexual experience. They stood on opposite sides of the massage table as they continued to excite my aroused body. Roger took my hand and guided it to the front of his basketball shorts. He had a very large erect cock for me to feel. My fingers automatically gripped Roger's hard on through his pants. Without thinking, my other hand reached the front of Mugobe's pants and found an even larger penis. Roger's long finger was buried in my vagina as his thumb rubbed my clit. I realized that I was theirs to screw as much as they wanted. Roger said, "Now, this is the Carol that I used to know. Are you ready for us to fuck you?" I still couldn't say yes. I just nodded my head. "Mugobe, lets get the rest of her clothes off." They helped me to my feet and while Mugobe slid my blouse and ruined brassiere off, Roger unzipped my skirt and let it fall down around my legs to land around my feet. I stood before them in nothing more than my white lace stockings and red high heel shoes. Roger picked me up and sat me on the padded table. His hands parted my legs as he moved in between them and bent to kiss my lips again. This time I tilted my head up to meet his lips and eagerly opened my mouth to receive his probing tongue. His hands played with my breasts as I returned his kisses. It was as if I was a prisoner in this female body, unable to control its sexual appetite. Roger pinched both of my nipples and I made a gasping sound as the sensations electrified my body. Roger backed away a few inches and I watched as his fingers reached the waist band of his basketball shorts and began to push them down. The front of his jock strap was straining to hold his big hard black cock. I watched with bated breath as he pushed his jock strap off over his erect penis. It sprang free and stood out over ten and a half inches. I had only seen a few black penises in the locker room at high school and college, and they were never hard. Since I was now in a woman's body, I began to appreciate just how exciting a black cock could be. Roger pushed me back until I was laying across the massage table. He lifted both of my nylon covered legs and moved into position so that his long hard cock was poised at the entrance to my wet vagina. I was looking into his eyes as the broad head of his penis pushed between my hairless vagina lips. He moved the head up and down in my juicing slit to moisten it, then he began to feed it into my lubricated channel. I could feel my vagina being spread open as his penis pushed deeper and deeper in to my belly. When his course pubic hair finally made contact with my smooth vagina lips, I wrapped my white lace covered legs around his hips and pulled him all the way inside me. His kinky pubic hair rubbing on my clitoris as I rocked my hips up and down, made me cum in about a minute. I came back down to earth and looked up at Roger to see him grinning at me. I smiled back as he said, "I'm glad that you're through acting like a bitch." Before I could think of anything to say, he began rocking his hips in and out, driving his cock in and out of my pussy. I lost eye contact as I felt another big orgasm building. The orgasms washed over me in endless secession. I don't know how many I had, but, they felt as if atomic explosions were detonating in my vagina. I passed out. I came to just as Mugobe had taken Roger's place between my legs. I felt a cock head that seemed to be bigger than my fist begin to stretch my vaginal opening. I hadn't seen it, but I was certain that it was wider than either the expansion dildos and Linda's husband's penis. My vagina stretched and opened up enough for it to enter, but, just barely. My elastic vagina was at the breaking point as Mugobe began to force his gigantic black cock deeper into my poor little pussy. Roger's sperm and my vaginal secretions managed to supply enough lubrication for the monstrously oversized black cock to push deeper, a quarter inch at a time. I felt pain as the huge cock reached bottom in my pussy before it was in all the way. I cried out and he stopped pushing. I lay across the massage table with my vagina nearly split open by what was surely one of the largest cocks on earth. As my labored breathing caused my massive tits to rise and fall, Mugobe slowly withdrew his penis until only the apple sized head was in my vagina. Then, he slowly pushed it back into my belly until he hit bottom again. He set up a rhythm of in and out strokes. Each time, pushing against the back of my stretched vagina. The masochistic tendencies that I had developed since I had been in this female body actually seemed to love the pain of being stretched open by this huge black cock. Mugobe raised me up and lifted me high into the air while I was still skewered on his massive column of flesh. I placed my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he stood up straight. His large black hands held my buttocks as he began to raise and lower me onto his stiff black penis. I began to understand what some women had meant when they said that something hurt so good. He would raise me up in the air until only the head of his cock was still in me, then, he would drop me, allowing me to slide down his lubricated cock shaft until it bottomed out in my abused vagina. Each time it hit bottom, it seemed to penetrate a little deeper. When I finally felt Mugobe's course pubic hair on my shaved vagina lips, I started to cum again. I passed out again after several more orgasms. This time when I regained consciousness, I found that I was laying face down across the table and something was wiggling around in my anus. I became awake instantly. I heard Roger's voice behind me, "Your backdoor vagina sure isn't cherry anymore. You never would let me stick my black snake in your ass, you said it would hurt to much. Today, it goes in your ass." He removed his greased finger and I felt the head of his hard cock touching the entrance of my bowels. I realized that he wasn't any bigger than Linda's husband, John, and he had screwed me in the anus. I lay still as Roger's black cock slowly penetrated into my butt. I could feel it going deep into my bowels, stretching the opening as it went. It felt uncomfortable, but, didn't actually hurt much. When Roger began to stroke in and out, my hips were moving back to meet his thrusts. He moved his hands around to my vagina and began to rub my clitoris as his cock stroked in and out of my widened bottom hole. He hoisted my hips up off the table to push the last inch of his long cock into me. My feet were up off the floor and were trying to wrap around Roger's waist from our unnatural position. The front of my body was supported by my arms as he pushed my body off his cock and pulled it back onto it to cram every inch into my ass. I began to cum again, lost contact with reality and passed out once more. When I came to, Roger and Mugobe were gone. I was laying on my back on the massage table as Barbara wiped my forehead with a cool damp wash cloth. "I'm sorry for tricking you," she said, "but you were supposed to try everything that Carol had done and having sex with part of the basket ball team was one of the things." I looked at her concerned expression as she smiled, "Besides, I think you came really good with them." She took the damp cloth and gently wiped the sperm from my sore vagina lips and thighs for a moment before she said, "Roger said they have basketball practice tonight, so, unless you feel like you want to screw the entire team, we'd better leave." My brassiere was ruined. I buttoned my almost transparent white silk blouse over my bare tits and slid my little red skirt up over my hips and zipped up the zipper. My plainly visible erect nipples stood out over an inch. Barbara left my torn brassiere laying on the massage table, "The white lace bra will turn on some of the players. Maybe, some of them will fight over it to see who gets to keep it!" Her eyes sparkled as she said, "lets go before they get here." I held my text books in front of my almost naked breasts as we walked out of the building and across the parking lot to Barbara's car. We had passed several people who had seemed to notice my state of semi exposure, which caused me to blush a deep shade of red. I was certainly glad when I had reached the relative safety of the passenger seat. Barbara started the car and we drove straight home. My whole body felt as if it were vibrating from the intensive orgasms that I had experienced with Roger and Mugobe. I hadn't noticed where Barbara was going until she pulled into a parking lot. We stopped in front of an adult bookstore. I told Barbara that I felt as if I was almost naked and couldn't wait in the car while she went inside to buy something. She said, "You won't have to wait in the car. You are going in with me." I panicked! I pleaded! I begged! I offered to eat her pussy anytime she asked! "You are going in. Leave your books in the car." She got out of the car and came around a to open my door. She took my hand and pulled me out of the car. I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts as I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Luckily, the area was almost deserted. I reluctantly followed Barbara into the X rated shop. She insisted that we look at all the display shelves full of porno magazines, paper back books, video tapes, rubber dildos and various other items, some of which, I had no idea what they were. There were only a couple of men in the shop, but, they seemed to move closer to get a better look at the two young women in the adult bookstore. Each took an interest in me when they realized that I wore no brassiere under my see through blouse. I kept my arms folded over my breasts to block their view until Barbara asked me to reach up to the top shelf and take down a magazine showing a young girl whose mouth was stuffed full of a big hard cock. I looked at her to see if she was serious. She was. At five foot five, even with high heels, I had to stretch to reach the top shelf. I had to hold onto a shelf with one hand as I reached for the magazine with the other. My large tits swayed inside the thin silk blouse as I retrieved the magazine for Barbara. Both men were pleased with the free show. Barbara held up the magazine and told me, just loud enough for both men to hear, "Just look at the size of that cock in that girl's mouth. Carol, I bet you wish that were you. You love to suck cock so much, all any man has to do is ask you to suck his cock and you drop to your knees and suck his cock until it shoots cum down your throat." I was so embarrassed. My whole body blushed as Barbara continued, "Look at that man standing beside us, I bet he has a big cock and would just love it if you offered to give him a blow job. Carol, look at him. Try to imagine what his cock would taste like." I glanced at the man she had spoken of. He had overheard her comments and was smiling at me. I blushed again. "Carol, look at the other guy. The front of his pants is sticking out. He's got a hard on for you." I glanced in his direction and the front of his pants were tented by his erect penis. "Stop being such a prude and uncross your arms. Come on, put your arms down at your sides." I glanced at the two men standing only three or four feet away, then, slowly uncrossed and lowered my arms. I saw that my nipples were standing at attention. The two men noticed, as well. "If one of these men wanted you to give them head, all they would have to do is to take you to one of the video booths in back and you could go down on them while they watch the movie." She looked at one of the men and motioned for him to come closer. The older man moved to within a few inches of me and said, "Would you like to suck my cock?" I was so embarrassed by his question that I looked down. I saw that his cock looked as though it was trying to tear free of its confinement. My vagina was tingling as I looked up at him with my big blue eyes and nodded my head. He took my hand and led me towards the back of the store and through an opened doorway. There was a hallway with open doors on either side. We went into the first door and he turned to close and lock it. He pulled several quarters from his pocket and dropped them into the coin slot. Next, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed them below his knees. His penis was about seven inches long and reasonably thick. He sat down and stroked his cock with his hand a couple of times. My mouth watered. I dropped to my knees and pushed his hand away from his erect member so that I could play with it. It seemed as if I was playing with a cock more now than when I was a man and had one of my own. I bent over and took his stiff cock in my mouth. I had lost count of how many cocks had been in my mouth since I had been a female. I hoped that this was something that would stop if and when I got back in my male body. I worked my mouth up and down on the stiff cock, giving him deep throat in the process. I amazed myself by swallowing the entire seven inch thick cock down my throat. I managed to hold his cock all the way down as he came. I worked my throat muscles and he jumped, wiggled and made yelping noises as his cum pumped down my throat. I believe I sucked every drop of cum from his body. When he was finally able to stand up and put his pants back on, we started to leave the room. The other man was waiting for me outside. He asked, "Would you please suck my cock, too?" Something in the way he asked compelled me to say yes. We went back inside where he locked the door and I gave him the best blow job he had ever had. When I walked back out to the bookstore, I automatically crossed my arms across my almost naked tits. Barbara was waiting for me. "Carol, look what I bought for you." She held up a pair of handcuffs. "Let's try them out. Turn around." I hesitated. "Turn around or I'll leave you here until after midnight." I turned around. She pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed my wrists. With my hands behind my back, my breasts were plainly displayed under the sheer blouse. The man behind the counter, the two men I had sucked off and two more customers gathered closer to see my practically bare tits. "The handcuffs aren't the only thing I bought you." Barbara picked up a small whip from the counter and showed it to me. "Since we are all friends here, bend over the counter and let me try it out. I refused. She used her free hand to raise the front of my skirt. Everyone in front of me saw my pantyless hairless vagina. I spun around to pull my skirt out of her hand and the skirt flared out, letting everyone get a glimpse of my hairless pussy. There were several whistles and comments made about me. "Now bend over the counter, or, I'll leave you here with your hands behind your back for the rest of the day." I reluctantly bent over the counter. Barbara flipped my skirt up over my waist in back, exposing my naked buttocks to everyone there. She gave me several half hearted strokes with her small whip and said, "Beg me for a hard stroke and I'll let your skirt down and we'll go home where you can eat my pussy." Everyone was waiting for my reply. I stood there, bent over the counter with my skirt up around my waist for several minutes before I worked up enough nerve to ask, "Hit me hard." "That's not begging! You have to say please hit my ass hard with your whip so we can go home and I can eat your pussy. Say it just like that!" Barbara was showing off for the men at the porno shop. "Please hit my ass hard with your whip so we can go home and I can eat your pussy." She gave me three hard stinging blows with the small whip. Dropped my skirt, said good bye to the men in the adult bookstore and escorted me to the parking lot and opened the passenger door for me. "Aren't you going to take off these handcuffs?" I asked. She told me that she thought that Carol would like me this way, closed the door when I sat down and drove us home. I had never come home in handcuffs when I was a man.