This story is about the first time I went commando in a skirt and ended up begging for cock.
I must admit, the reason I do it is because I’m a shameless slut who gets turned on by flirting with men and teasing them. My ankle bracelet says Hot Wife, and it doesn’t lie.
I enjoy giving men hard-ons by dressing provocatively and flashing them glimpses of my well-turned cheeks and pretty blonde kitty. It stokes my ego, knowing it’s me they’re fantasizing about.
I turned eighteen the summer before my senior year. I was a good girl, keeping up with my studies and having a 4.0 GPA. I was just killing time before uni began and feeling adventurous.
One day, my friend dared me to go without panties, and I dared her back, so we both did it. The next day, I wore a short sundress, and she wore a tank top and miniskirt.
We met at school and lifted our skirts, showing each other our naked kitties. She was clean-shaven, and I had my blonde hair trimmed short. It was such a thrill to be naked under my skirt, knowing I was just a wardrobe malfunction away from exposing myself. The light breeze kept my hot kitty cool and sometimes blew my skirt up unexpectedly.
I felt so naughty, with nothing to prevent roving eyes from checking me out. I loved the attention I received from the guys after they got a glimpse under my tiny skirt. I could see their bulges and knew they were because of me. It turned me on so much that I started doing it all the time.
It worked great on the guys, but I was after a bigger game. I realized I could attract my hunky teachers, too. I would sit so they could almost see up my skirt, but not quite. When I went to write on the board and stood on my tippy toes, my skirt rode up enough to show the turn of my cheeks. They could see my kitty from behind if I bent over just right.
I loved the idea that eighteen-year-old me was the fantasy of older men. I found myself in the ladies’ room a couple of times a day, locked in a stall, fingering my kitty to orgasm.
One Saturday night was the senior dance. I dressed nicely in a white blouse with a shelf bra to show off my big boobs and a dressy miniskirt but no panties.
Mr. Tate, my hunky math teacher, was a chaperone, and I was out to get him. I heard his slut wife, the art teacher, was cheating on him, so I figured he was fair game.
I made sure he saw me dancing with other girls, so he knew I was there without a date. The top three buttons of my blouse were open, and my big teen boobs showed a lot of cleavage.
My miniskirt was long enough that he couldn’t see anything unless I twirled around, which I did several times.
When I wasn’t dancing, I chatted with him, giving him a look down my blouse. He asked me to walk outside with him for a breath of fresh air, so I did.
He took me out behind the gym, and we started making out. He had my blouse open, and my bra was pushed up around my neck. He squeezed my boobs and sucked my thick nipples, but I wanted more. I reached down to feel his bulging cock through his slacks. It felt so big!
Mr. Tate said, “I want you, Catherine.”
When I said, “Take me, Mr. Tate,” I put my arms around his neck and gave him a warm, wet French kiss.
He pushed my back against the wall and put his hand down the front of my panties. He rubbed my clit for a minute, then sunk three fingers into my soaking wet kitty and fucked me with them.
“Oh, Mr. Tate. Fuck me!”
Mr. Tate growled, “Catherine, you little minx. You’ll get what you’ve been after, my dear; all you have to do is beg. Beg me, Catherine, tell me what you want.”
“Please don’t make me beg, sir, “ I said, his hand still between my legs. He was edging me, and he was good at it.
“Catherine? We can go back inside,” he scolded.
“No. Mr. Tate. Take me, fuck me,” I whimpered.
Oh my God, I was such a slut. My kitty was dripping like someone had left the faucet on. Mr. Tate’s hand wouldn’t stop teasing me.
I couldn’t believe I was saying, “Please, fuck me, sir. Please, please fuck me. Take me, use me, do whatever you want, Mr. Tate. I’m begging you, sir. Please fuck me.”
He spun me around and pushed my face up against the wall. He pulled my panties down to my knees, put his hand in the center of my back, and held me there.
He gave my cheeks a few playful slaps with his free hand. The slaps turned me on even more.
“Ooooo, Mr. Tate.”
I heard his belt buckle as he opened his pants and rubbed his head against my wet snatch. He put the head in and pushed his cock in me until his balls were pressed against my bottom.
“Ohhh, God, Mr. Tate! Yes, yes!” I moaned as he began thrusting in and out of my aching kitty, his balls slapping my bottom obscenely. I had been teasing him for weeks, and now I was getting what I needed, a good hard fucking.
He groaned as he railed me, fucking me hard and fast. I was close to orgasm when I felt his cock swell and throb as pulses of his sticky sperm shot inside me, triggering my climax. I shuddered and moaned as my orgasm rocked me.
We dressed quickly, and Mr. Tate took me to a motel where we spent the night making sweet love together.
Since then, I’ve loved going commando, flashing, and miniskirts.
