Chatroulette Code Not Received - As she sucks one and get nailed in return.

Slut ready? You got here quick." I look around and see everyone is still there, except the one who's dead. I decide that I need to fuck it and head back to my room, then I can talk to them and see what they have to say. I head for my room, on the last map you had completed. After arriving at my room I stripped. I stripped slowly, as the others watched, carefully avoiding anything that could be used against me. I ran my hands up my side to my breasts, then back down my body. I stopped when my hand came around my neck. It felt the heat from the corner of my eye. I grinned, turned my head to one side and put my head back down. The dead man had spoken. "Kneel." Everyone did. Kneel down. I've been keeping this from them. It wasn't something that I planned, but it happened.

It was a nice touch. "Show me your servitude." Everyone did, slowly, all over the place. Cocktease, lick, and play with my nipples, their nice and hard. I wondered if anyone would find out that I was a slut. Was there a man watching me? Could someone come in and find out? It seemed very likely. "Now I want you to undress for me, slowly. In fact, I think I'd like to see you in a dress, if that's OK." I had seen a dress, but never thought I'd be wearing it. Now I was at a restaurant. A long white cloth skirt, or garter, barely covered my ass. All the men were staring. I stood still, indecision. I'd never been in one of these places before. I wondered what my punishment would be. I'd never been with a woman. Now I wondered if a flogging would get me wet again.

I made my way slowly down the floor. I didn't rush, or push. I wore the garter belt and garter. I looked at the men, and the gist of it was clear. They were used to seeing me dressed like a slut, but now they could see me in my underwear too. When I reached the end of the floor, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the one thing that I'd always miss seeing. But now I was here, and wanted to be there, and everything was clear and perfect. I saw myself in the full-length mirror, looking straight down, drinking in the air. I saw the little dot on my stomach. That was me. I was wearing that dress. It was so tight that my pussy lips were basically drawn on. My nipples were hard. I ran my hands up the garter belt..