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Amelia's a slut for a friend

My name is Amelia, and I am a first-year medical student. I am pretty shy, which is not the case with my friend and classmate Angela. Angela is quite open and self-confident. She is pretty, has a great figure, and has never had problems with attention from the opposite sex.

With breasts of almost C-size, a gorgeous elastic ass, flat tummy, Angela had outstanding physical data, unlike me. No, I was not a freak; I was also told I was pretty but a grey mouse.

I have a small chest — one and a half, the same not outstanding size butt, and in general I am pretty skinny. But I was always told I just needed to be more confident.

It was the end of my freshman year, spring. The weather was already warm, and there was one month left until the end of the course. Once again, Angela started talking about how shy I was and that I would have found a handsome guy long ago if it weren't for my shyness.

No, I had boyfriends and even had sex with them, but I had never tried sucking or anything like that. I always refused and said I didn't want to; again, my shyness was to blame.

To tell the truth, I wanted to try a lot of things, and my fantasies were quite extensive on all kinds of perversions, but I never thought I would realize it.

I often masturbated imagining all sorts of embarrassing situations where I would find myself naked in public or at a party, losing my clothes at cards and having to bet my holes to win them back. Still, I would lose again and again, giving myself to one guy after another until all the guys at the party had used every one of my holes.

We had a few drinks that day, and without even knowing why, I decided to tell one of my not-so-hardcore fantasies to Angela.

"You are such a coward that you won't even go out without underwear, " Angela said mockingly.

The alcohol hit me in the head, and I started to argue with her that I could go out without underwear, but she didn't believe me.

"Ler, you're drunk, but if you think so, I want to see it. Let's make a bet, if you go out completely without underwear and only in the clothes I tell you to wear, not in your baggy hoodies and boy's sweatpants, then I'll accept the fact that you're not a coward and fulfil your wish, but if you can't, then I'll make a wish, and believe me, you won't like it."

"I agree!" declared my drunken head.

At that moment, I really thought I could do it, but when I came to my senses the next day, I had doubts, and there was nowhere to retreat.

I hoped that the outfit would be transparent. Knowing Angela, I think she still needs to learn about closed clothes.

We gathered at her house in the evening, and Angela proudly showed me her choice.

"Well, take off your clothes and put this on," Angela said, handing me a small white top with thin straps and a tiny pleated skirt.

I undressed and started to try on my new outfit. The top fit well and was opaque, I was afraid that Angela would give me a very revealing outfit to win, but she didn't overdo it. The top was very tight.

"These are my old clothes I don't fit into anymore," Angela commented, pointing at her breasts.

Yes, the top would have been too small for her, but it fit me just right. Then I pulled on the skirt, it was short, but again, the ass from under it did not stick out and even had a reserve in the length of about 6-7 centimetres. Of course, if the wind picked up, this light skirt would fly immediately, but in general, everything was civilized enough, and I could hold the skirt with my hands.

I got dressed and twirled around in front of my friend. "You look great; now you can go wherever you want," laughed Angela.

When I went to the mirror, I saw a pretty and sexy girl.

The clothes looked good on me and fit perfectly. Yeah, it was too much for me. I have neat nipples, but even when they are in a calm state, the areolas protrude a little, and now it became very noticeable what would happen if they stood up... I was afraid, but something inside me wouldn't let me turn back. And if before it was fear of Wall Desire, now it was something else.

"So, how are you?" Angela asked.

"I don't know; I'm a little scared."

"Don't worry, a lot of people walk like that nowadays. And you should have shown your feminine side a long time ago. So that's it, let's go." With these words, Angela headed for the front door.

We went outside. The weather was perfect; it was sunny, there was a little breeze, and it was not a problem for my skirt. I looked around me; everything seemed fine except for my nipples. I happen to have very sensitive nipples, and even a little friction makes them pop and harden, which was noticeable through the tight top. Another problem was that the top was a bit see-through in the sunlight, so you could see my dark pink swollen nipples.

Angela stopped and stood in front of me. She looked at me, and I could tell from her sly smile that she wanted to start here.

"Oh, and one more thing, I want to get this on camera. You don't mind, do you?" Angela declared.

At first, I wanted to say no, but something inside me wouldn't let me, so after a bit of hesitation, I agreed. She's my friend, after all, so it's okay if she has a couple of candid pictures of me.

But I didn't expect what happened next.

Angela quickly pulled up my top right in the middle of the street and took pictures. I didn't expect her to start right here and now; at any moment, someone could come around the corner and see my bare breasts, but Angela didn't seem to care. She continued to explore my body as I stood there, sorting out my sensations.

At that moment, I was uncomfortable with my surroundings. Still, something inside of me kept me from pulling off my top and stopping this exercise. Maybe because I was getting turned on by it? I don't know.

At that time, Angela had already had enough of my breasts and moved to my legs. She squatted down and stroked my thighs while videotaping them.

"Lift my skirt," Angela commanded, and I obediently obeyed.

I grabbed the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up. Angela put her hand on my crotch and felt how wet my panties were at that moment.

"Are you sweating slut?" Angela said wryly.

"Yes, Mistress."

I don't know why I called Angela Mistress, but she liked it.

We stood like that for a couple more minutes until she played with my body and let me clean myself up.

I was still frightened by Angela's fantasy. What might she come up with next time? At the same time, I was terribly turned on by this submissiveness and lack of opportunity to do anything. I belonged to Angela, I was her thing, and if she ordered me to suck the first man I met right now, I would probably do it.

We strolled down the street and chatted about nothing, amused by the fact that half an hour ago, I was standing half naked in an alley, calling my best friend Mistress. I tried to keep the conversation going but still had that picture. I really wanted to jerk off now; my pussy was just aching with desire.

We walked into the park and sat down on a bench.

"Shall we continue?"

"Yes," I answered, and only then did I look around to ensure no bystanders were around.

Angela took out her camera and started recording. "Does it have to be?" I asked.

"Yeah, slut."

I realized we're not friends as long as the tape is on. I was her property. And I loved it.

Angela took my face and started running her thumb over my lips.

"Open your mouth, slut."

I obediently opened my mouth and started sucking her thumb. Angela looked at me mesmerized through her phone's camera, and I tried to look straight into the lens.

I was again covered with a wave of incomprehensible excitement; I got up from the bench and, without letting Angela's finger out of my mouth, sat on my knees in front of her with my hands behind my back and tried to swallow her finger as deep as possible.

Angela pulled her finger out of my mouth and gave me a light slap.

"Thank you, ma'am." I continued to play my part. Angela enjoyed it. And so did I.

"Take off your clothes."

It was evening, but there were hardly any people in the park. Overcoming myself, I began to execute the command.

Grabbing the bottom of my top, I quickly pulled it down over my head, unzipped my skirt, and it fell to my ankles, where my panties also fell. I kneeled down again in my sneakers.

Angela gathered all my clothes and put them in her backpack. I couldn't do it quickly, even if I wanted to get dressed.

I can only imagine the sight of a random passerby. A completely naked young girl kneeling in the park in front of her friend, who was filming her, and waiting for instructions. My pussy was just oozing with these thoughts.

After admiring it, Angela continued.

"Okay, now, take off my sneakers."

I obediently started to fulfil the order. Angela was already exploring my face with her feet when both sneakers were next to me.

Her feet, half-moistened with sweat, drove them over my lips, cheeks, and forehead, sometimes going down to my chest and up again.

I liked the smell of Wall Feet. Liked the way she stroked my lips with her thumb, too. It seemed like I was about to suck on those gorgeous fingers. Still, Angela teased me repeatedly, running her fingers up to my chin and tucking my bottom lip away. I was just enjoying the moment, breathing in the smell of my Mistress's feet.

A light tap on my chin brought me to my senses.

"Get on all fours and open your mouth."

I obeyed, and Angela immediately pushed her foot into my hospitable open mouth. I was crazy with happiness. I had been longing to feel her toes on my tongue for so long that I immediately started sucking them greedily. I sucked her foot, took it out of my mouth and started licking between her toes, trying to give my Mistress maximum pleasure. Licking her feet and moaning to let her know how much I liked it.

I didn't care how it looked from the outside. That we were in a deserted but still public park, that I was standing absolutely naked and on all fours, that I was greedily working my friend's feet with my tongue while moaning like a whore, that right now this friend was filming everything on her phone. None of that mattered now.

I could feel the lubrication running down my thighs and my swollen clit throbbing. I really wanted to put my hand between my legs and jerk off right there, but I didn't know how my Mistress would feel about it.

I don't know how long since I started licking her legs. Still, apparently, Angela was already very horny and wanted to cum. I looked at her every once in a while to make sure she was enjoying herself. And then she took me by the hair and ordered me to stand up.

"Okay, let's find a more private place."

Without waiting for me, Angela reached into her bag and pulled out a leash.

"Is she going to drive naked on a leash?" I thought to myself.

Angela put a collar on me, attached the leash to it, put me on her lap and took a picture.

"Okay, let's go," Angela commanded.

I got down on all fours and followed my Mistress. Walking on all fours on the narrow ground was not very pleasant, and it would probably leave marks on my knees, but she didn't care. And I didn't care either; all I had in my mind was the desire to cum.

We were not far from our first place, and I was lucky that no random passersby were on our way.

Angela led me into a small bush, pulled down her panties, lifted her skirt and put one foot on a small stump, giving me access to her pussy. She was already wet, too.

I decided not to take too long, and after wiping my hands with wet wipes, I immediately leaned my face against that oozing bud. I gently ran my tongue from her hole to her clit, opening her swollen labia to the limit, and then I reached down again and ran my tongue inside. After playing a little with her hole, I took turns sucking on her labia while playing with her clit with my fingers. Angela moaned. She was enjoying the game. I ran my tongue completely over her pussy again and stopped on her clit, and began to suck it gently. With my other hand, I inserted two fingers into Angela. I started to run them along the top of her pussy, gradually increasing the pace. It didn't take long, as Angela was already on the verge. After a couple minutes, I felt Angela squeezing my head with her thighs as she prepared to cum.

She was breathing hard and pressing my head harder and harder against her cumming pussy. I could feel her shrinking, her legs twitching, and her legs gradually softening.

"Good bitch, isn't that the first time you've done that?"

"It's the first time," I replied. I was flattered by Angela's compliment.

"Not bad for a first time."

"Thank you, ma'am. Can I come too?" I asked.

"You can, you deserve it."

I put my hand between my legs and inserted two fingers into my already very wet pussy, and started rubbing my clit with the other one. I knew I was very moist, but I couldn't even imagine HOW wet. The fingers slipped inside very quickly, and after a few frictions, I realized that I was not enough and added a third one.

I moaned and wriggled, furiously fucking my squelching cunt. I didn't care if anyone heard me. I might even have wanted them to. I wanted people to look at me. To look at the whore I'd become. I imagined a few guys walking into the bushes who heard my loud moans and decided to fuck me right there. I would suck their cocks one at a time and then let them fuck me in all my slits at the same time. I wanted to be filmed and put the video on the internet. Video on that, I was being fucked in all my holes in the street and had cum all over my face. With that in mind, I came.

"Did you like it?" Angela asked. Her tone changed from orderly to friendly.

"Yes... shall we do it again sometime?"