girl, you have just been mistaken for a prostitute, - there was a giggle in the pipe, and Elena blushed considerably when the meaning of the words reached her. “A tall jeep is ahead, go behind it,” the girl did not have time to take five steps, as Benedict gave a new order.

Lena found the car with her eyes and quickly approached him. Out of the corner of her eye she glanced into the cabin, making sure that there was no one inside and turned right after him.

- Go to the roadway. Another half step, the Master calmly demanded, forcing Lena to come to the very edge of the road. As if she was going to move her. - Raise your skirt.

“I ...” Elena wanted to protest, but Benedict cut her off right away.

“Count to three,” he snapped. - One. Two.

As soon as the girl realized that the guy did not think too slowly, she immediately, pretty pink with shame, lifted the hem, exposing her bare crotch for everyone to see.

On the other side of the road was a company of guys. One of them suddenly pointed at Elena. She felt a wild shame, realizing that she had been noticed in less than five seconds.

“Take the vibrator with your second hand and stick it in yourself,” said the Master in the same calm voice as if he were fishing.

Lena, seeing the guys on the other side of the street, obviously intending to cross the road, decided that it was better to hurry. Because she poorly imagined how she would try to wriggle out of this obviously serious mood.

She was shaking all over with shame and embarrassment. But at the same time, Elena felt the moisture inside herself. Pleasant languor in the lower abdomen, turning into a slight itch a little lower. Excitation. Pretty skewed by the unusualness of this game, which she herself, in general, had started. She herself came up with the rules and followed them herself, giving the wheel to a person she did not even see in the photo.

Lena put her hand in her purse, holding her skirt up. A car passing by stunned her with a horn, making her flinch and rosy with shame. The vibrator quickly fell into her hand. The girl glanced across the road, the company of guys was still there. However, it was simply impossible to cross the road at this place - the stream of cars was continuous.

The girl, trying not to show the world what she had in her hand, sat down slightly, legs apart a little to the side, and after a few seconds of tormenting, drove the vibrator all the way into her wet bosom.

“Great, go down the street,” Benedict said immediately.

Lena went through a couple of cars and looked at the other side of the street - the guys were relentlessly following them, not taking their eyes off and talking about something.

“There’s a tail for me,” she said, realizing that these just wouldn't be left behind. Not after what they saw.

- Do not worry, they will look and leave, - grinned the Master. - I will not hurt you. Stretch your hips more when walking.

Elena obediently followed the instructions, immediately feeling like a small phallus slightly went up and down between her lips. There was a feeling that in her wet hole was a gentle lover finger. The girl was thrown into a slight shiver of sexual pleasure.

It was so strange to walk down the street. To see the interested views of men on themselves and at the same time to experience the intimate pleasure that Lena used to receive only behind closed doors. It was this forbiddenness that inflamed Elena. Not a toy between the legs, not a Benedict’s look, but exactly what the whole world said: “That’s impossible!” And the girl went against him.

Lena launched her hand under the hem and stuck the vibrator that started to slip deeper. Reached the roundabout. I realized with horror that the guys were already at the traffic lights and were just waiting for the green. Only now she understood why the last forty meters, Benedict forced her to go quickly.

Obeying his team, Lena went further, hiding from the sight of the guys behind the counters of dealers with all sorts of trinkets. And after going another twenty meters turned into the gateway. Walked around the house from the back.

Benedict made her freeze at the exit to the street, not far from that very traffic light. He kept Lena in the shadow of a building for about five minutes, forcing her to caress his neck. And only then gave a new order.

- Don't worry about them anymore. They are gone, ”he said dryly, and continued more interestedly. - Turn on the vibrator.

Lena blushed, but, having already managed to understand that it was useless to argue, she climbed under her skirt. Her body pierced keen pleasure. Eyes rolled from surging feelings. Between the legs, everything flamed from vibration, for a few seconds making the girl come to an end.

Elena barely managed to pick up a vibrator that had almost fallen out of the abundance of moisture, feeling her chest rise convulsively. The girl caught on a couple of interested looks of passers-by, who finally made her blush with shame.

But the girl also experienced wild lust. The orgasm blew the roof off her, made her look at the world through the scarlet prism of reckless enjoyment. And a considerable part of her pleasure was precisely the feeling that she received it from everyone in sight. Where it is impossible.

- Bring the microphone to the vibrator, let me hear the sound, - Elena was even grateful to the guy for a minute of silence, which he presented to her.

But it was necessary to carry out his commands again. (Porn stories) However, now the girl was much easier. The feeling of shame has become dull. In the end, it is on the other side of the city, here it is unlikely anyone will know it. And a couple of bystanders no longer seemed to be quite scary.

Feeling the waves of pleasure rolling over the body, forcing the nipples on her chest to harden, Lena pulled the headset out of her ear and bent almost in half - the wire length was not enough - she put the earpiece between her legs, almost bringing it to a barely audible toy.

Straightened up. Put the microphone back. Again intercepted drop-down vibrator, shoving it all the way. Lena's eyes gleamed with mild lust, her nipples barely noticeably looked through even through her bra, and her chest heaved unevenly.

“Go down the street, go around the ring on the left,” came the new order.

Lena, hardly dragging her legs, struggling to squeeze a toy with her vagina, trying to keep it from falling out, went to the indicated direction.

The street was very crowded. Elena, feeling her cheeks glow with paint from pleasure, slowly dragged along the sidewalk. Every twenty steps she paused and, not knowing where to go from shame, ran her hand under her skirt, stuffing the toy deeper.

She walked fifty meters when she was covered by a new orgasm. Still only anticipating him, she leaned her back against a tree and, making a barely audible groan, plunged into her own feelings.

- I'm finishing ... - she whispered in a whisper, biting her lip in pleasure.

Benedict did not even answer. Probably just watched her through his telescope.

The most important thing in the world for Lena was one single thought, pulsing with blood in her ears — not to make a sound. By all means be silent. So that none of the people passing by would guess anything.

What was not so easy. Judging by the views that Lena caught - and so everything was written on her face. The men watched with undisguised lust and adoration. The girls either shyly averted their eyes, blushing slightly, or their faces lit up with a sly smile.

Shame and pleasure mixed up. And all that was needed for Lena for this was a hundred meters in total, covered with a vibrator turned on.

“There is a kiosk with ice cream in front, stand next to me, in sight,” Benedict commanded.

Elena, hardly thinking, stumbled over the remaining fifteen meters and, leaning on the kiosk, began to wait for orders, once again adjusting the buzzing toy.

“Turn it off, take it out and hide it,” a voice in the headset rang out the words.

Lena, completely oblivious to the flow of cars rushing by, launched her hand under her skirt and pulled out a sex toy, belatedly realizing that now she will look at her completely differently than before for the rest of her days. Recollecting this walk. Reliving all this mad pleasure and shame.

“Hold your hand between your legs,” the Master ordered. Lena executed the order exactly, feeling her fingers wrapped in a warm viscous liquid. - Namazh on the upper lip.

The girl, flushing with a slight shame, hesitated a little, but still ran her hand over her face. A spicy scent immediately hit the nose, whipping up excitement.

“Buy ice cream,” said Benedict in the meantime. - Something long, casting a form of thought about a juicy cock.

Lena obediently went to the window. She guessed what would happen next, and therefore approached the choice responsibly. I ran my eyes through the list, looking not at the price, but at the shape. In addition, now that the sex toy has stopped its buzzing, the girl has again managed to think more or less calmly.

The wind flew under the skirt and cool wet sponge swept over it. A few drops of juice flowed down the legs to the middle of the thighs. Gusts of air without effort cooled the legs, regularly reminding the girl of how depraved she had just been doing.

And Lena definitely liked this feeling! To do something shameful, to obey someone else's will. And feel a pleasant languor in the chest, clearly realizing that she will have a long time to remember something!

Soon, she had a thick ice cream stick in her hands, about the size of a vibrator resting in her purse.

“Stand aside and show me what you can do with your lips,” came Benedict's voice, a little hoarse with excitement.

Finally! And then Lena had already begun to think that the guy was not at all interested in what she was doing here! The girl turned in the right direction, found with her eyes three houses under construction. And, sticking out the tongue, walked through the cold ice cream tongue.

The girl got out as best she could. She gently sucked the very tip, took a little deeper in her mouth, tightly clasping the cold phallic symbol with her lips.

And she noticed. Several guys whistled as they walked past, and one even tried to get to know each other, but quickly fell behind, stumbling upon the standard "back off, I'm waiting for my husband." Lena felt her crack and did not think to cool down, still blissfully nov from anticipation.

The girl felt her excitement and she was completely not ashamed of the fact that she was in such a state with everyone.

However, the ice cream did not long resist assertive caresses and soon turned out to be completely absorbed by Lena's greedy mouth.

“White lips go to you,” there was laughter in Benedict’s voice.

“Thank you,” the girl nodded, slightly rosy with rakish praise.

- Are you swallowing? - immediately asked the Master.

“Yes,” Lena replied slowly after a second. - Sometimes.

- Well. All free. I'll call you later, ”said Benedict, and hung up, leaving Lena, with a hole languishing in affection, right in the middle of the street. With lips that still had a thin layer of white ice cream on it.

Author's word: This story is my attempt to "play" with readers.

Send your "orders" for Elena - I will try to implement as many of them as possible (I will give preference to unusual "orders" sent by e-mail).

sear21

Novosibirsk, 2013