Naughty by Nature

We’d practiced little by little, with things like them sharing some risqué photos of me with trusted, consenting friends. Or taking me out on dates in tiny, revealing outfits. Most recently, I’d asked for permission to “practice” one night by flashing them my tits on a sequestered patio in a small, quiet mountain town. They’d allowed it, then instructed me to take off my dress, knowing full well I wore nothing underneath. With flushed cheeks I’d obeyed, and stood naked before them on the patio. 

Without missing a beat, they’d egged me on further by sending me down the walkway to the car to “fetch them something.” I’d whimpered, wide-eyed, but did as I was told. No one saw me—that I knew of—but the risk was such a rush, and I’d loved every second of it.

Ever since, I've been craving more. I wanted to try exposing myself in some public place during the day. Let some strangers see me being a lascivious little show off, flaunting my body with abandon. One day I hoped to be daring enough for them to fuck me in public, and maybe even in front of their friends who already knew so much about me and my insatiable, slutty behavior. 

But on this bright, crisp morning, I was determined to take the one bold baby step of being photographed naked on a balcony.

“Yes, daddy,” I admitted through lowered lashes. “Flash my naked body for you and anyone else who might… see me.”

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