Slut Exposes Herself in Public

This story is based on true events with a few embellished details. I'll let you decide what was real and what was not. The names of people and places have been changed to protect privacy. Enjoy xx

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This weekend, Jack and I have been doing more of a full on scene where I am a submissive slut for multiple days in a row. We started when he arrived late on Thursday evening from his work trip so I suppose today is technically only day 2.

Yesterday, I picked Jack up wearing a tight, thin, short, black skirt. It is actually a halter neck dress but I tucked the front inside with my legs through the neck tie pulling the tie up so that it lifted my plump ass checks. The excess chords dangled out under the skirt drawing attention towards my ass. I wore a black long-sleeved top that was open up the middle and tied with only a bit of string. This revealed the middle of my chest allowing my inner side boob to show. I had heels on, my blonde hair up in pig tails, and my make-up done, including some pretty pink lips. Oh and some nice big whore hoops.

When I arrived at the airport to pick Jack up, it was raining, but I was still a good girl. I opened the car door for him. I bent down to pick up his bags with my ass facing the mirror to give him a sneak peak (bending at the hips! Not at the knees, just like all good sluts) and put the bags in the boot. I then walked down to the other end of the pick-up zone, past all the other people waiting to be picked up. It was a busy little spot that night.

Part of the rule was that I couldn't pull my skirt down during the walk. I don't remember it being too much of an issue (maybe that's just because of what came later, though). I wonder, perhaps if I were to do it again, I would walk more proudly and as if I WANT people to look at me. Head held high, shoulders back with a bounce in my step. Commanding the attention around me. I think for that to work, I need to be able to adjust my skirt should I need to. I don't reeeeeeally want my cunt out on full display. At least not in this situation. But I think I could have drawn more attention to my hot little body.

After I got back in the car (Jack drove down to the other end to pick me up), I had to sit with my bare bum on the seat. We pulled into a supermarket to buy a few things. I had to wait till I was out of the car and standing to be able to pull my skirt back down. While in the supermarket, Jack stayed a few meters behind, texting me instructions so he could control me like a little doll. He had me reaching up, reaching across, dropping things, and picking them up (bending at the waist, of course, not the knees!). Again, I wasn't allowed to pull my skirt down.

After I had paid, I walked towards the exit and Jack told me to sniff the flowers on the bottom shelf (hips, not the knees), by this point my skirt had risen so high that if I bent over I was sure to flash my cunt to anyone looking. Sure enough, my cunt was on full display. Jack says he could quite clearly make out my pussy lips and that there had been no doubt as to what he was looking at. As I stood up and turned back towards Jack to walk out of the shop, I noticed a man who appeared to have been looking in my direction, nudging his mate. I can only assume he had a good eyeful of my pretty cunt and was trying to get his friend a good view too. As I walked past them, I felt my cheeks flush hot red. I just hope they enjoyed seeing my cunt and weren't whispering because they were judging how slutty I was.

As we left the building, the rain was coming down even harder now, which meant I was much more eager to walk fast in the rain. I had in my hand the bag of our shopping. I think, because I had just bent over so well, and because I was now walking so quickly, the skirt raised up even more. At first it was just the smile of my ass cheeks on show, but as we turned toward the car, the skirt slid up so much that my full ass cheeks and even the entirety of my cunt were all on display as I rushed across the carpark. I was NOT allowed to touch my skirt. It was very stressful, and probably just made me walk faster still. Thankfully, I had the shopping bag in one hand, which shielded me slightly as a car with headlights beaming right at me started to drive off. I'm hoping that the heavy rain and the darkness meant it was a little blurry and hard to see. I opened the car door for Jack, then raced round to my side, stumbling on my way (well done to me for catching my footing, despite the heels), eager to get into the safety of the car where passers by would no longer be able to enjoy the view of my cunt. Off home we went.

Today was yet another successful day of putting my body on display. Although in a slightly different way. Jack and I went to a local mall to have brunch together. I wore a very similar outfit to yesterday - short black skirt, skimpy red crop. First we went to the cafe. We found a spot tucked around the corner, out of the way of the rest of the cafe, looking out big glass windows over the main street. At one point Jack came behind me and pulled my tits out of my top. Of course the older gentleman at a table or 2 in front of us chose that exact moment to turn his head. He didn't look at me, he was instead looking to the side, but there is a good chance he could see my huge tits in his peripheral. Ofc it is hard to say and it could all be in my head, but I swear he glanced in a similar direction a few more times, and it even appeared like he was trying to do a quick final glance in my direction as he left. I wonder if he enjoyed getting an unexpected glance of my huge udders. Unfortunately, I was too embarrassed to catch his eye as he left. That would likely have been the confirmation I needed to know if he had indeed seen my tits. One day I'd like to be bold enough to catch his eye.

After brunch, I put my earbud in (an improved version to the texting for Jack to control his toy doll). We went into Walmart. First I had a browse for a platter but couldn't find what I was after. So then we went up to the men's wear. As we were walking there, Jack was reminding me in my ear what I would be expected to do when we got there. I was SO nervous and uncertain about it. I was horrified and possibly very close to turning and refusing. But, as Jack reminded me last night my fear, is really just excitement. Because deep down, I know I love putting my body on display and having it used for other men's pleasure.

Even as I type this now, my cunt is beginning to burn with heat. I can't believe I did this. After a lap or two around the men's wear to scope out the location (and the people), we found a spot for me to pretend to be trying to get something down from up high. I pretended to struggle for a while, and then heard in my ear, "NOW". I followed the signal, turned and asked the man behind me if he could help me, "I'm trying to get a medium down", I said. Sure enough, without even a second thought, he came to my assistance. He was clearly already liking what he saw because he proceeded to ask me friendly questions. Little did he know, there was more to come. After looking at the jacket for a while he asked if that was the one I wanted. (Let's be real, I barely had a look, I just pulled out the tag 'in search' of the price tag). I told him I didn't think it was quite what I was looking for. He asked if I was looking for my partner (silly me, I should have said it was for someone else instead of admitting to having a partner. Then again, maybe it might have added to the attraction for him. You never know).

So anyway, I pretended to try hang it up (I was barely on my tippy-toes), when I said that I thought I might need help to hang it back up. Now I am somewhat uncertain of the actual order of events here but I am fairly sure before hanging it back up, and possibly before he started to talk to me again, Jack instructed me to put my coffee down on the ground behind me (Always at the hips, never at the knees, ass turned towards the man).

At some point, a moment or two later he asked me if I had any plans for the weekend. I'm pretty sure I made something up about just having a browse through the shops. It wasn't until I heard Jack prompt me that I returned the question. (Again, silly me). He said something about hanging out with some friends. He followed up by asking if I had anything else on. I said I didn't know, I was just waiting to see what happened. I think it was at this point I walked away (not too far away).

He came behind not long after and very politely told me that my skirt was a little high at the back and it was showing my ass a little - just incase I didn't know. I pretended to be slightly embarrassed, as if I didn't know, (HAH), thanked him, and tugged it down a little (not too much) and carried on. He came over yet again (after some more bending over - knees not hips!), and told me that it was still up a little high. After a moment or two, I was given the instruction to go over, and ask him if he thought it was alright after I 'fixed' it. Like the obedient little slut I am, I walked over whispered to him if my skirt was okay, and then turned my back to him so he could see. He started to tell me something along the lines of 'not really', when I was directed to tell him that he could help me fix it if he wants.

I wish I could remember this next part in more detail. Here comes that burning cunt again. He was very gentle. I'm wondering if he was almost trying to test the waters as if it was too good to be true. Maybe had I given him enough time he may have become more firm and direct. It didn't take him long after my offering for his hands to land on my fat ass. And it did feel very plump with him grabbing it. It was clear he was eager. He started at the sides closer to my hips, and then gently grazed his hands round to my ass and up and down a few times. After a moment, his hand slid under my skirt. Dear god! I can only imagine his surprise (and hopefully excitement) to discover my lack of underwear. His hand slid further toward my cunt. Now I'm not certain, I think I was too in shock, and amusement and excitement, but I'm not sure if his hand did actually get to my cunt. I'd like to think it did, and I'd like to think he was able to feel how wet I know I would have been. It would have been the icing on the cake had he slid a finger inside of me. Not necessarily to finger me, but just to claim me. To feel the tight, wetness of my insides. It was hard to tell, but I know he was certainly close to my ass hole for a while. I was pretty nervous and know that I was keeping my legs closer than I should have. I'm sure at one point Jack told me to open my legs wider, and I think I did spread them slightly wider, but still not quite as wide as I could have. After a moment or two, likely as I started to pull away (again, why so soon!), his hands came back to my ass, and pulled my skirt down for me. I whispered thank you and walked away. Not before I saw the big grin on his face.

My final instruction from Jack, was to go back over, put my hand on his cock and tell him "thank you, I was worried I looked like a silly slut". I had misheard Jack so instead I said "thank you, I like looking like a silly slut" as my hand briefly brushed his cock. With the smile still on his face, he looked at me and said don't worry, you look really good. I turned and walked away, this time for real.