Some years ago, I dated a cute girl in her late teens
named Angie. She was of average height, with shoulder-
length dark hair. And although she was a little
heavier than some, she remained a very pretty girl.
Her best feature however was her big, saggy, breasts.
Angie grew up with very conservative values. I’m sure
that before we met, she would never have dreamed she
would one day end up baring her entire body naked for
strangers at my request.
There were a few incidents early in our relationship
where I ‘dared’ her to show off to strangers in
public. You know the kind of harmless flashing that
girls’ do. I would coax her into flashing her tits as
we drove in my car. All this was very exciting, but I
had never shown her off to anyone I knew personally.
I really got off on showing off Angie’s big tits. I
used to watch when my friends came over how many times
they stole a glance at my girlfriend’s big chest.
One time, my friend Jeff and I were watching TV at my
girlfriend’s apartment. Angie was in the kitchen. She
called out to us, “You guys want something to drink?”
“Sure, great!” we replied.
Jeff joked, “This is great service.” That gave me an
idea. I went into the kitchen where Angie was
preparing a couple of drinks for us. I came up behind
her and started kissing her neck. She got into it and
before she knew what was happening, I had her shirt
almost pulled off.
“What are you doing?” she said in protest. “Jeff’s
“Don’t worry,” I said. “He can’t see!” With that I
pulled her shirt over her head and completely off. I
dropped it on the floor and went back to kissing her.
This time she was quite aware that I was undoing the 3
bra clasps behind her back.
“He could walk in any second!” Angie protested.
“I know what I’m doing,” I assured her.
I undid her bra and slipped it off her, releasing her
tremendous soft D-cup tits to the cool air of the
kitchen. Her nipples immediately swelled. I played
with them with my fingers for a moment. Angie moaned
softly as I cupped her left breast in my hand and
stuffed her nipple into my mouth.
I pointed to the 2 glasses on the counter. Angie
turned and picked them up. She extended the glasses to
me to take them. I quickly moved behind her and pushed
her towards the living room door.
Angie jammed on the breaks. “What do you think you’re
doing?!” she demanded.
“You’re my slave girl today and you’re going to serve
us,” I replied, taking advantage of our roleplaying in
bed that we’ve done before.
“Not like this I’m not!” she said and frantically
searched the floor with her eyes for her shirt. She
lurched forward as I gave her another push. The jolt
made her big orbs jiggle. She crossed her arms as best
she could while still holding the drinks.
I took her head in my hands and planted a long kiss on
her lips and told her how Jeff had confessed that he
secretly longed to see her naked tits. I told her what
an amazing turn on it would be for me to see my
girlfriend topless in front of my friend. “And
besides,” I told her, “he’s my best friend! He
wouldn’t tell a soul.”
She stood motionless considering this. I took her
shoulders and turned her around to face the living
room entrance again. I heard her say ‘I can’t believe
I’m doing this’. It took only a little force this time
to push her up to the door and through it.
As we walked I watched over her shoulder as Jeff came
into view. His eyes bugged out of his head at the
sight of my girlfriend wearing only a pair of shorts.
“Angie has something for you,” I said. I quickly sat
down in on the couch and looked over my half-naked
girlfriend standing before us. Her face was turning a
lovely shade of red as she stood there holding 2
glasses. She was holding them so as to cover – or try
to cover her breasts.
Jeff got his first glance at her big, pink nipple as
she extended her arm to hand him a drink. She had to
lean forward to pass him his glass which had the extra
benefit of letting her big, round tit hang away from
her body. Jeff smiled approvingly. Angie’s face was SO
red. The humiliation must have been intense.
The moment Jeff had his drink, Angie slapped her free
hand over her chest and managed to cover most of her
bare tits with one arm while she handed me my drink.
“Now THIS is what I call service!” Jeff said.
“Basically Jeff,” I said, “Angie is my girlfriend and
her body is my property. If I want to show it off,
it’s my call.” The logic seemed appropriate at the
time. Angie bought it anyway.
After Angie handed me my drink she quickly covered her
big tits with both her arms. She turned to leave.
“Stop,” I said. Angie stopped. “Whose tits are those?”
I asked pointing to her pale white breasts.
Angie thought for a moment. All she wanted to do was
scurry back into the kitchen and end this humiliation.
But at the same time, I could tell she was getting
turned on by all this attention. “Yours,” she said
quietly. She was looking anywhere but at Jeff or me.
“And why did you serve us drinks topless?” I asked.
Angie shifted one arm to cover both breasts and
covered her face with her other hand. Even though she
was facing us, she couldn’t bear to look at us. The
embarrassment was killing her. “Because you told me
to,” she said.
“That’s right. Now take your arm down,” I said.
Angie took her hand off her face and covered her chest
with it again. She looked away.
“Did you hear me, Angie? Take your hands away from
your chest completely. In fact put them behind your
Reluctantly, Angie put one hand behind her back
leaving her arm across her boobs. She knew what was
“Whose tits are those?” I asked her again.
“Yours,” she said. She closed her eyes. Her cheeks
were almost bright red.
I looked over at Jeff. His eyes were locked on Angie’s
“Take your arm and put it behind your back,” I said
calmly. A moment passed. This was the moment of truth.
She froze deciding what to do.
“You wanna see ’em?” Angie asked. “Here!” And with
that, she dropped her arm and placed both hands on her
hips. For the first time in her life, Angie was
exposing herself to two men at the same time.
Jeff and I gazed at Angie’s fully exposed, over-sized
tits. Not a detail of her jugs could be missed in the
harsh light of the living room. Her shoulder-length
dark hair contrasted the pale-white of her fleshy
boobs. Her pink nipples were like rocks.
After a moment had passed, I said, “See, now that
wasn’t so bad! How do you feel?”
“How the fuck do you think I feel?” she said in mock-
sarcasm. “I’m standing here half-naked in front of
I decided to push my luck. “Put your hands behind your
head so Jeff can see you in all your glory,” I told
She rolled her eyes but raised her arms and placed
them behind her head. This had the effect of
tightening her tits a little and making her feel even
more like she was on display.
“Can I go now?” she asked.
I could tell she was secretly loving it, but I decided
I had had enough fun for the moment and I let her go.
Jeff and I talked for a while. We talked about Angie,
and her body. We talked about his girlfriend, and how
she had much smaller tits. I asked him if his
girlfriend ever shaved her pussy. He said that she did
a bit, but only in the summer to wear bikinis.
I called Angie back into the room. When she returned,
I noticed she had put her t-shirt back on.
“Did I say you could put that back on?” I said.
This time, with only a loud sigh as protest, Angie
pulled the shirt up and over her head, re-exposing her
breasts to us.
“Give me the shirt, ’cause you won’t be needing it
anytime soon,” I said.
Angie handed me the shirt and this time, she put her
hands in her pockets, not bothering to try to cover
herself. I could tell she had more confidence now. I
suspected she had been listening to our conversation,
and was a little more eager now to do my bidding.
“Tell Jeff what we did last night,” I said.
Angie looked at Jeff and said, “We took a bath
“And what did I shave?” I asked.
Angie’s eyes grew big. She shot me a look. “What do
you mean?” she asked.
“You can tell him, or showing him would even be
better,” I said.
Angie thought for a moment. “He shaved me,” she said
“Pardon?” said Jeff, getting in on the act.
Angie looked away. The redness returned to her face.
“He shaved my pussy!” she said shouted.
“Come here,” I told her.
Angie slowly walked over to me. She stood in front of
me, between the couch and the coffee table. I reached
up to unfasten her white shorts. She immediately
grabbed at my hands. I looked up at her with a blank
expression. She looked back at me and slowly… very
slowly, dropped her hands.
“Fine,” she said, “You want to see me panties? Go
ahead!” She knew damn well what I had in mind. But she
tried to save some face by pretending I wasn’t about
to show off her naked cunt.
I continued to unzip the fly on her shorts and let
them drop to the floor. Angie was now standing before
me wearing nothing but a pair of white panties with a
little embroidered pink flower as they’re only
“These are nice,” I said snapping the elastic
waistband, “Are these new?”
Angie didn’t answer.
I took her hips and turned her to face Jeff who was
sitting at the other end of the couch, eyes wide.
Then, I took Angie’s hands and placed them on the
waistband of her panties and sat back.
“Take them off,” I said. “Show Jeff what a nice job I
did shaving your bush and how sweet it looks!”
Angie didn’t move. I moved my legs so they rested on
the coffee table with Angie between them, preventing
her from leaving.
“No way,” she said. “I am NOT going to stand here
naked in front of you two!”
But she didn’t move. We waited.
She knew that if she did this – if she stripped nude
for us she could never undo it. Jeff would always know
exactly what she looked like naked. Angie’s fingers
fidgeted in the elastic of her panties. Slowly, very
slowly, Angie pulled the elastic waistband down
exposing her ass to me. Then she pulled them back up.
“I’m not doing this,” she said.
I said nothing. A few moments passed.
Angie agonized over the decision, then finally, peeled
her white panties down over her ass, over her hips,
and continued to bend over, slowly pulling them down
until they reached her knees. Her big nude tits hung
away from her body in an almost pornographic pose. She
released her panties and let them drop to the floor.
She stood up covering her box with her hands. Her eyes
were shut tight. I reached out and gently pulled her
hands away from her pussy.
Jeff’s jaw dropped. His eyes danced all over my now-
naked girlfriend standing before us. I dropped my legs
so Jeff could get a full view of my naked girlfriend.
Her pussy was indeed shaved. There was only a small
strip about 2 inches wide of dark-brown pubic hair
above her smooth pussy-lips.
No one spoke. I could hear Angie’s breathing. It was
very hard. I noticed her hand was shaking – ever so
slightly. Her head was turned away. She wasn’t
smiling. She was completely humiliated.
“Nice!” Jeff said, breaking the silence. Angie didn’t
smile. I began to touch Angie’s naked body. I told
Jeff how I decided how much hair to trim. As I spoke,
I traced my finger over her pussy, showing where her
pubic triangle had previously ended. I took my time.
“Feel how smooth this is,” I said to Jeff running my
fingers gently over the shaved area beside her small
tuft of curly pubic hair.
Jeff hesitated, and then reached out and stroked his
fingers over the shaved area. “Ya, smooth,” he said.
Finally, I looked up at my nervous girlfriend. “Are
you okay?” I asked.
“Ya,” she replied. Something had changed. She was more
relaxed now. She even smiled. “Are you guys done?” she
asked. It was as if something had snapped inside her.
Like all of a sudden, she’d decided it didn’t matter
that she was standing there naked us. “Should I bother
getting dressed?” she asked in a sarcastic tone. She
looked at Jeff.
“Uh, hey, whatever,” stammered Jeff.
And then she surprised the hell out of us both. She
lifted her leg and put her foot on the coffee table,
spreading her legs for us.
“You never answered, Jeff. What do you think of my
pussy?” she asked.
I was completely floored! Angie was now playing the
game. She reached up and cupped her big beautiful tits
squeezing them together. “And my big tits? Do you like
them Jeff?” she asked.
“Uh, ya! They’re great!” Jeff said nervously. He had
no idea what was happening or why Angie’s personality
“I see you looking at them all the time,” she teased,
looking him straight in the eye. “I’m glad you finally
got a chance to see them.”
I was dumbfounded. For the first time, I had nothing
to say. Suddenly my sweet girlfriend whom I had
enjoyed manipulating was turning into a slut before my
Instead of grabbing her cloths and running from the
room as I expected, she sat down between us on the
couch and watched TV for a while. Eventually she left
the room, but when she returned, she was still
From then on, things were different. It wasn’t
uncommon for instance, when I had Jeff over, for Angie
to walk through the living room after a shower wearing
nothing but a towel on her head. One sunny afternoon,
the 3 of us suntanned nude in my backyard.
That night I remember giving Angie the fucking of a
lifetime. It was wild. We were both so turned on. I
can still recall her whispers in my ear as I pounded
“Did you like it when I showed my big tits to your
friend? Do you like it that I spread my legs and
showed him my pussy? Do you think Jeff liked my cunt?
Do you want me to fuck him next time? Or maybe strip
for him and suck your best friend’s cock? Would you
like to see that? Would you like to see me sucking
Jeff’s dick while you fuck me from behind? I will you
know. You can make me do anything.
“You can strip me in public if you want. Show off my
big fat tits. Or suck off every one of your friend’s
dicks and swallow their cum! Maybe you want them to
cum on my face instead? Ten guys shooting their loads
on my face while I kneel before them, absolutely
naked. Mmmmmm… I love getting fucked… I love
knowing Jeff has seen me completely, absolutely, bare-
ass naked. I bet he jerks-off thinking about my cunt.
The cunt you’re fucking right now…”
Angie had taken the first step into becoming the slut
I had always wanted her to be…
THE END, or the beginning?