I can't help myself, I just have to be seen naked.
I can't help myself, I just have to be seen naked.
by Vanessa Evans
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Part 1
It all started when I hit puberty, whilst other girls started getting all shy, I went the other way.
Okay, a few basics for you. I’m Maria, I’m 22, an average height girl, but I’m slim, curvy and skinny (washboard ribs). I’m told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I really hate the idea of getting fat so I eat little but healthy.
I’m blonde with blue eyes and hair half way down my back that I usually wear in a ponytail, and ‘A’ cup tits on my front. I’d hate to have big tits as I’m sure that they would spoil my fun.
I do have big nipples that sit proudly on small, darker areolae making them stand out on my bronzed skin.
My pussy is one of my best features, well it is now, I’ll explain later, that I am proud of and I love showing it to people.
I was still at school when puberty hit me long after most of the other girls had reached their puberty. I’d realised that the other girls were getting all shy about their bodies and I just couldn’t understand it.
Before and after PE lessons the other girls would go to great lengths to cover their bodies as they changed, and some of them often skipped what were supposed to be compulsory showers.
Me, I just didn’t care and usually walked to and from the showers totally naked without a care in the world.
It was the same at home and mum often scolded me for walking from my bedroom to the bathroom and back, without any clothes on.
My mum had always told me to cross my legs when I sat down but that felt uncomfortable to me so I didn’t bother and my mum got quite annoyed with me at times.
It wasn’t until I was at university in London that I started to make some sense of my feelings, how I appeared to be different to other girls, and how I appeared to have what was rapidly becoming an addiction.
Our old dorm block was split into apartments with 8 bedrooms in each apartment but only one, large bathroom. Fortunately, I was allocated to an apartment with 5 boys and 2 other girls.
Once I realised that I had no one telling me to get dressed, or at least wrap a towel round me, I decided to experiment with my addiction, and I went out and bought some new clothes, skimpy ones that I could accidentally expose myself in.
I also started going to the bathroom in just my bra and knickers, then, after all the guys had seen me like that, the bras stayed in the drawer and I flaunted my little tits to the guys.
That soon became not enough and the knickers stayed in the drawer as well.
All my knickers and bras never came out of that drawer again as I decided that I’d never wear underwear again.
With my new, very short skirts and thin tops I was attracting a fair amount of male attention, and going underwearless seemed to attract even more which implied that I had been flashing people without realising it. That both pleased me and annoyed me as I had not know I’d been flashing.
It didn’t take long for me to realise that I could have lots of deliberate ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunctions to feed my addiction.
Guys often saw down my tops or up my skirts in the common room, but them seeing me totally naked took me to another level and they just loved having a naked girl wandering around the place, and often after I’d been seen naked I would go to my room and masturbate to 2 or 3 orgasms.
I started showering with the cubicle door open and at around the same time each day. The guys quickly realised and I often wasn’t the only person in the bathroom, and I often had conversations whilst showering and drying with a guy or 2 watching.
But even that wasn’t enough and I decided that while I was shaving my armpits and legs in the shower, sometimes with a guy watching, I would shave all around my pussy.
The first time that I did that and one of the guys saw me, my jilling session in my room extended to 4 orgasms. It was heaven.
Being bald down there under my really short skirts got me even more attention as I went about my business at the university.
My addiction was getting stronger, and I found myself sitting in class and at the cafe with my knees well apart.
*****
My parents had always warned me about boys and other than a bit of groping and sucking in any quiet place we could find, I was still a virgin when I went to university and I was happy that I was now free to discover the other parts of sex.
I’d gone to the university medical centre during my first week there, and gone back to my room with a little bulge in my arm and knowing that there was very little chance of me getting pregnant for quite some time.
This being the case, I was free to experiment with boys and, possibly because of the way I dressed and had lots of ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction, there was not shortage of guys wanting to date me.
*****
Like most students, I quickly became broke and looked for a job. I wanted one that could feed my addiction and when I saw a card on one of the notice boards stating that a strip club was looking for girls, I just knew that that was what I needed to do.
I went along early one Friday evening and got interviewed by the manager. I hadn’t really expected him to get me to strip naked for him, but that was a bonus for me, and I got another bigger bonus as he fucked me just before he told me that I could start straight away.
Because I’d never been a stripper before he told me that I’d be working the floor, taking drinks orders etc. for a few days, then he’d see about me doing some stripping. I told him that I didn’t have any clothes suitable for a barmaid he told me not to worry, I wondered and hoped that I’d be working naked and I told him so.
He, Justin, smiled and told me that he’d love that, but the law wouldn’t allow that and that I’d have to wear a G-string.
“As you saw Justin, I wasn’t wearing any underwear when I arrived, I could go out and buy one.”
“Not necessary Maria, there’s a box of paper ones in the changing room, I’ll take you there and show you where they are, and introduce you to any staff that are already here.”
Justin led the way, through the main part of the club to a room on the other side of the stage.
My nipples and pussy were already tingling after having to strip and get fucked by Justin, the tingling got even stronger as I walked naked through the main part of the club carrying my clothes. There was only a handful of customers there, but that was enough to increase the tingling.
The G-strings were all one size, and a very lose fit on me. When Justin saw me he said,
“Just pull it up, you’ll be fine.”
I pulled the sides up, the triangle moved up above my slit and my labia engulfed the string going from the triangle up between my butt cheeks. Justin smiled and said,
“Well technically you’re legal so no problem.”
Justin took me to the bar and introduced me to the barmen and asked them to keep an eye on me. I smiled and hoped that they literally would.
The barmen, Felix and Branston, partnered me with Candy, not her real name, and after seeing what the G-string wasn’t covering, she suggested that I use the name Pussy Galore.
Both Felix and Branston laughed and I saw their eyes go down to my exposed pussy, making it get even wetter and tingling more.
Candy has much bigger tits and they bounced quite a bit, even more so when she changed her walking style as we approached the customers.
She did that as we approached a table with 4 guys sitting at it and Candy stood between 2 of them as she asked what she could get them.
I was a little surprised at 2 things, firstly the conversation, Candy was obviously teasing them with innuendos and other things with double meaning; and secondly, one of the guys hand was moving around on the inside top of her thighs. Her paper G-string would be no defence against his fingers.
When Candy managed to get their drinks order out of them, she turned and we walked back to the bar.
“Are all the customers like that?” I asked.
“Unfortunately not, some are actually very polite. But I prefer the guys with the sexy banter and wandering fingers, they usually tip more as well as making me happy.”
“Doesn’t you G-string get all wet, do you have to go and change it quite often Candy?”
“That’s another reason why I like guys like that. The paper in the G-strings disintegrates quite quickly and the guys get much better access to me. Are you going to be able to cope with that Pussy Galore?”
“Looking forward to it.” I replied.
“I thought you might, I saw the way that you were dressed when you arrived here. Oh, did Justin bend you over his desk and fuck you when he interviewed you?”
“Yes he did Candy, does he do that with all the girls that he takes on?”
“He’s done it with all the girls that I’ve spoken to. Right Pussy, do you want to take these drinks over to those guys?”
“Okay.”
“Remember Pussy, be friendly to them and the tips will be bigger.”
I went and stood between a different 2 of the guys and said,
“Hi gents, I’m Pussy Galore and I’ve got your drinks, who wanted the whiskey?”
I watched all their eyes as they went up and down my body, the feelings in my brain, my nipples and my pussy were amazing. That was just the food that my addiction needed.
“Well hello there Pussy, I haven’t seen you before.” One of the guys said.
“Bloody hell Pussy, you look amazing.” Another guy said,
“I can see that you are a pretty Pussy – Galore.” The third guy said.
“Fucking hell.” The fourth guy said.
By then, one hand was sliding up the inside of my thighs and I shuffled my feet apart thinking that I must remember to stand with my feet apart all the time.
I took my time passing the drinks to whoever, and by the time I turned to go back to the bar, I’d been well and truly fingered, so much so that I felt the start of an orgasm building.
“You did good Pussy,” Candy said as I met her at the bar, “You’re going to fit in quite well here.”
And so it went on in a similar fashion throughout the evening. I’d lost count of the number of fingers that had been inside me, but I was happy. What’s more, the tips that I got would keep me in food for a month.
As the end of the Saturday evening approached, Justin called me into his office and asked me how things were going.
“Good,” I replied, “I’ve got the hang it, but it can get a little frustrating at times.”
“You mean all the fingering Maria?”
“Well yes.”
“You can always come and see me. I’ll take care of it for you.”
“That would be nice,” I replied looking down at the bulge in the front of Justin’s trousers.
After a good few seconds of silence, my right hand reached out and stroked the bulge. That was enough acknowledgement of what we both knew we wanted and I undid Justin’s belt then bent over his desk.
In one quick move, my useless G-string was ripped off me and Justin started fucking me.
Once Justin had unloaded into me he pulled out leaving me wanting more, but I knew that there was no chance of him finishing me.
“Can you come back here around 4 p.m. tomorrow Maria, Kiki will be here and she can show you how to strip.”
“Sure.” I replied,
I’d watched the strippers take their turns and reckoned that I could do it, but I was naive enough to think that what I saw was everything. I also guessed that I’d have to go and buys some stripper clothes, but I figured that it would be a good investment.
I walked back through the not quite empty main room to the changing room, totally naked, not caring if anyone realised that I wasn’t wearing a G-string.
I went to the club the next afternoon and Kiki was waiting for me. We had a good hour of so of her training me but there was one bit of advice that she gave me that really pleased me.
“Try to finish your set by showing the punters you having an orgasm. It doesn’t matter if it’s real or fake just so long as they believe that it’s real.”
I smiled and replied that there was every chance that it would be real.
And so I became a stripper feeding my addiction and making good money. What’s more, I managed to have an orgasm at the end of each set letting the punters see me making myself cum.
*****
I started looking for a boyfriend, deliberately having wardrobe malfunctions in front of any guy that I fancied and it quickly paid off.
For 2 whole years I went from one short relationship to another. I’d quickly discovered that most guys love a girl who shows a lot of flesh right up until they get comfortable in the relationship, then they start getting possessive and try to stop me from showing my flesh, stopping me from stripping and trying to control me. That’s when I dumped them.
A couple of months after I started my second year at university I struck gold. I was at a party wearing my usual, a really short skirt and a top that left little to the imagination, sat on a sofa nursing my fourth drink and trying to decide who to go and talk to next when this guy walked over me.
I looked up at him and my first thought was that he looked cute. Looking at his eyes, I saw that he was looking down at my legs, My knees were slightly open and he would have been able to see my bare pubes and slit.
I smiled and said,
“Hi, I’m Maria, I haven’t seen you around here before.”
The guy’s eyes moved up, stopping at my chest for a couple of seconds, then up to my face.
“Hi, I’m Leroy, I’ve been keeping my head down studying hard.”
Leroy and I hit it off. He’s sat beside me and we talked and drank and talked. After an hour or so, Leroy asked,
“So how come a girl as beautiful as you hasn’t got a boyfriend, there must be dozens of guys queueing up to take you out, especially if you dress like that all the time?”
“There’s been a few these last couple of years but …… “
I paused there thinking about how much to tell him about why I dressed like I do. I guess that the alcohol had loosened me up a bit because I continued,
“You see, I like showing a lot of skin,”
“I can see that Maria,”
“No, not just what you can see, all of it, and as often as I can, I’ve got this sort of addiction, I’ve just got to show all of me as often as I can.”
“So what’s wrong with that Maria, just about every guy would love to be dating a girl like that.”
“Yeah, but 99.9% of them quickly want to change me, want me to be a lot more modest. That’s when I’ve dumped all my previous boyfriends.”
“That’s stupid, those idiots don’t know when they are on to a good thing. Maria, can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve had girlfriend but they have all dumped me because they can’t handle me.”
“What do you mean Leroy.”
“Well I’ve got this rather big, err, appendage.”
“You mean your cock, you’ve got a big cock Leroy​. I can’t see that being a problem, most girls would love to have a boyfriend with a big cock.”
“No, I mean a big cock, a really big cock.”
I looked down to the front of Leroy’s jeans, saw a big bulge then replied.
“You do look big Leroy but that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“It’s soft right now Maria,”
My brain moved up a gear and I replied,
“That’s soft, jeez, what’s it like when it get’s hard?”
“Big.”
“Can I see it?”
“Let’s go somewhere private Maria.”
“My room isn’t far away.” I replied.
Ten minutes later we entered my room and I was standing in front of Leroy.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I said.
“On 3.” Leroy said, “1 ….. 2 ….. 3”
My top and skirt were off before Leroy had even unfastened his trousers and I stood there watching, waiting and hoping that it was a nice big cock.
By then, Leroy’s cock was fully erect and when it sprung free my jaw dropped and I gasped.
“Bloody hell Leroy, you weren’t joking, that’s bigger than a donkeys that I saw at the zoo.”
“You see my problem Maria.”
“No, what problem, can I touch it?”
“Sure.”
I put my right hand round it but my fingers couldn’t reach my thumb.
“It’s so hard, so warm.” I said as my left hand joined my right hand.”
“You must have big hands to wank that thing.” I said.
“I have, shall we compare hands?”
“No, later, can I wank you?”
“Please do.”
I dropped to my knees putting my face right in front of the monster as my hands went up and down.
“It’s amazing.” I said, “I’m not sure that you could get that inside me but I’d really like to try?”
“Yes please, but don’t be surprised if you can’t stretch enough, I won’t be mad with you.”
“Bed, 69,” I said, “but you’re going to have to really eat me out and get me close to cumming before we try.”
Leroy dropped onto my bed then I climbed on top of him. He pulled me back so that he could get his mouth to my pussy and I just stared at his cock. I supported myself on one arm and used the other to slowly wank him as I wondered if I could even get the tip of that monster into my mouth.
As my arousal rose I started to lick the huge, purple bell end and Leroy was doing a great job on my pussy which helped.
After a few seconds I stretched my mouth as wide open as I could and was impressed that I got the whole bell end into my mouth. I licked it, running my tongue round as as much of it as I could. Then I pulled away.
“Bloody hell,” I said, “that’s big,” then put the end back inside my mouth, licked it again, then tried to go further down on it. I instantly gagged and backed off.
“You don’t have to do that Maria.” Leroy said.
“Oh yes I do, and I’m going to get it right inside my pussy as well.”
“You’re not going to choke Maria, you’re not going to choke.” I said to myself, “a few deep breaths then went for it.”
I did, well I got about a third of it into my throat before I just had to pull off,
As I did so, I realised that while I was concentrating on swallowing that monster, the rest of my body was building to an orgasm.
“Oh Leroy,” I said, “that’s wonderful, you’re an expert. Give it a minute and I’m going to try to mount you.”
“Are you sure Maria, you’ve got a small pussy and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s why I’m going to mount you Leroy, so that I can control it, but I’m determined that my bald pubis is going to get tickled by your pubes.”
Leroy started easing more and more fingers into me, and when I thought that I going to cum soon, I jumped up, turned around, straddled his hips and started to squat.
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t get far down before I felt that bell end touching my entrance.
“Are you ready Leroy?” I asked.
“It’s you that needs to be ready Maria.” Leroy replied.
“Oh my gawd, argh, oh my gawd, oh that hurts.”
“You can stop Maria.”
“No I can’t,” I replied as I persevered, “aaaargh, aaaargh.”
“Go up then try again Maria, that worked with one girl.”
I did, and yes, my second descent wasn’t as painful, but I was determined to feel Leroy’s pubic hair on my bald pubic bone.
I raised up then went further down about 6 times. Each time less painful, until I finally felt Leroy’s pubic hair. When I finally bottomed-out I just sat there.
“Are you okay Maria, you’ve done amazingly well, I’ve had girls who never got further than a couple of centimetres before they climbed off and refused to try again.”
“Can I just sit here for a while please?”
“Of course you can, can I play with your tits please?”
“Please do. I like men playing with them. Where do you think that monster has gone to inside me, my stomach feels full, you can’t see the tip in my mouth can you?”
“No, your vagina has been stretched and some of your insides have been pushed out of the way, but that’s all.”
I sat there, impaled on that monster, until my heart rate returned to normal and my pussy stopped hurting, then I slowly pushed up with my legs un-impaling myself a little then going down again.
I really wanted to fuck Leroy almost normally, but getting there in stages. Each time I bottomed out I then rose up a little more until I actually managed to come right off that monster then went down again.
As my pussy got used to that monster going in and out of me, my arousal started to increase and just when I told Leroy that I was about to cum he replied.
“So am I.”
I’ve never had a load of cum dumped that deep in me before and it felt a bit strange, but my own orgasm was controlling my body so I couldn’t think about it much.
Once our post orgasm euphoria faded, Leroy’s cock started to soften, but it was still a monster and still inside me. I realised that it was way too big to just soften and flop out of me, so I raised myself up, sat on my bed and checked both Leroy’s cock and my pussy for any sign of blood to see if I’d been damaged,
Thankfully there was none so I beside Leroy and we talked.
“Thank you Maria, that’s the best fuck that I’ve ever had.”
“Me too.” I replied.
“Can we do it again sometime please Maria?”
“Is every day often enough for you Leroy?”
“Does that mean that you want us to become an item Maria?”
“That depends Leroy, you saw what I was and wasn’t wearing at the party and I’ve told you that I’m sort of addicted to showing my naked body. I also told you that I’ve had boyfriend who said that they loved me flashing my body. then a few week later they started wanting me to wear more modest clothes. dress like a Nun. So I ….. “
“Stop, stop Maria, I loved your outfit and the fact that everyone there could see your slit and your pokey nipples. I’ve always dreamt about finding a girl who loves to flash and the last thing that I would ever want you to do is stop you doing it. If you did it would be me finishing with you,
In fact, if you want me to, I will help you flash your goods. I like seeing the reactions on men’s faces. I am proud of you for wanting to do it.”
“So you’d rip my dress off in public leaving me naked with lots of people staring at me would you Leroy?”
“I would, then I’d buy you a more revealing dress to replace the one that I ripped.”
“You sound too good to be true Leroy, yes, I would really like us to be an item, and if my pussy wasn’t a bit sore I’d ask you to fuck me.”
I told Leroy about my about my stripper job and instead of wanting me to stop he encouraged me, telling me that he’s come and watch me and bring lots of his mates as well. He also told me that he’d pay for me to give him and his mates lots of lap dances.
I also told Leroy that I wasn’t totally happy with my pussy, that I didn’t like my inner labia and the fact that I had to be quite aroused for it to make an appearance. Leroy had another good look at my pussy, pulled my lips and hood around a bit, then he told me that he loved it just as it was.
We ended up falling asleep and became an item.
We tried fucking again the next morning, and although there was some discomfort. Leroy managed to properly fuck me doggy style. I told Leroy that I could live with the discomfort and that I was sure that it would wear off over time. It turned out that I was right.
Leroy started encouraging me to wear skimpy outfits that show off my pussy, butt and tits all the time, and for me to continue to wander around my apartment naked. He’s got me doing the same at the shared house where he lives and I love it.
Leroy is different to most guys. Rather than trying to get me to be modest, he actually helps me to expose myself. Often sharking me at parties, in shops or on the street. Of course, whenever he does it I take ages to pull my skirt up giving all the people around the chance to see what the screaming girl is displaying. Leroy just loves my fake, shocked reactions.
As the happy weeks went by I started to realise that Leroy’s family is well-off and that his father gives him a generous allowance to live off some of which he spends on me.
Our relationship grew stronger and stronger and he invited me to his parents house for Christmas.
I was a quite nervous and asked him if I should dress more modestly for the stay.
“Hell no, my father is a cosmetic surgeon who sees tits and pussies every day, and I’m sure that my mother won’t complain, she’s forever wandering around in her underwear. As for my 2 brother, well, what do you think an 18 and a 19 year-old guy would say if they saw you naked.
I smiled and juiced-up a little at the thought.
The 8 days there were great, the whole family welcomed me like a long lost daughter. Leroy was right about the reaction to the way that I dress and even on my first day there I caught the 2 brothers staring up my short skirt. Leroy had noticed as well, and later, after the parents had gone to bed, Leroy told me to stand then he proceeded to strip me naked in front of his brothers.
Then Leroy told them about my addiction to which both brothers said that I could flash them anytime that I wanted.
After that I did deliberately flash them, always resulting in them smiling at me, and my pussy juicing up.
One evening, whilst we were all sat around the dining table eating a delicious meal, me wearing a nice dress, when Fred, Leroy’s father said,
“Maria, I hear that you are not happy with your inner labia and clitoral hood.”
By then everyone had stopped eating and my eyes and mouth had opened wide.
“Did Leroy tell you that I am cosmetic surgeon in Harley Street who specialises in breasts and vulvas?” Fred continued.
Before I could answer, he continued,
“Well if you want, I could examine you and explain what is possible.”
“Err,” I slowly replied, “yes, that would be nice, but I there’s no way that I could even afford to talk to a Harley Street surgeon.”
“Well I am a Harley Street Cosmetic surgeon and I am happy to not only talk to you about the issue, examine you, and carry out any procedures that you would like to have.”
“But I have no money.”
“Well, I could do the examination here, and if you decide on any procedures, and can make yourself available at any time, I would be happy to charge at better than mates rate.”
I didn’t know what to say, and didn’t know what ‘better than mates rate’ was, but Leroy put me straight so I quickly said that that would be wonderful.
What I wasn’t expecting, was what happened after all the clearing up had been done. I was called back to the dining room and told to get on the dining table as Fred said,
“Janice, (mother), you’ve often asked me what my job involves, so now you will be able to see an examination take place, and Tony, Mick, (the brothers), since you are thinking of following in my footsteps, this would be a good opportunity for you as well. Maria, please disrobe and lay back.”
I was still getting over the shock of what was happening, I wasn’t embarrassed as I’d got over being seen naked many years ago, but the situation was just so strange.
When Fred asked me to spread my legs I did so without even thinking.
I was totally naked on Leroy’s family’s dining table with the whole family looking down on me. The shock was fading and the arousal was taking over.
“Right,” said Fred, “let’s see what we’ve got. Tony, Mick, come closer so that you can see.”
They did, and Fred started prodding, poking and pulling my delicate skin all over the place.
“Leroy, get your phone out at take some photos so that I you can show Maria what her vulva will look like after a clitoral hoodectomy.”
Leroy did, and took a couple of photos. Then Fred put a fingers either side of clit and pulled my hood forwards, totally exposing my clit that was excited because of the situation.
“Take some more photos Leroy so that Maria can see what she will look like with her hood missing.” Fred said.
“Good, now show them to Maria and your brothers Leroy.”
If course I’d taken photos of my pussy before, and Leroy had as well, but it seemed a bit weird for my boyfriend to be showing those photos to all his family with me still totally naked on their dining room table.
It may have been a bit weird but it was enough for the building orgasm to peak and explode out of me.
When it started to fade I looked around to see the whole family looking down on me.
I started to say that I was sorry, but Fred interrupted saying,
“Don’t worry about it my dear, it’s quite understandable and it happens in front of me at least 3 times a week, perfectly normal.”
It may have been normal for him, but I was actually embarrassed, in front of my boyfriend’s whole family. I was more that embarrassed, I was ashamed. Even though Fred had said that it was normal for him, it was nothing like me cumming on the stage at the strip club.
Fred continued as if nothing had happened and he started to explain to me what was possible and what the pros and cons were. To me the pros sounded just what I wanted, and the cons weren’t even worth talking about, easy to live with, so I said that it sounded good and that I would seriously consider it.
Then Fred surprised me as his hands moved up my body and he started mauling my little tits, pulling and twisting my nipples. After a good few seconds he asked,
Have you considered breast augmentation Maria, yours are perfect for having the procedure, I could easily augment them to a ‘D’ cup if you want.
Again I was a little surprised at the offer, but I replied,
“Thank you for the offer Fred, but I’m very happy with them as they are.”
Satisfied that he wasn’t going to carve up my tits, Fred started telling me about the actual procedure, apparently there were 2, Labiaplasty and Clitoral Hoodectomy. what was involved, how long they would take and how long they would take to heal.
As he was doing that I was thinking about Leroy, how I could apologise to him for cumming in front of his whole family, and what the healing time would mean for him.
“Can I think about it overnight please Fred? Obviously I’ve thought about it before but not in depth because it wasn’t feasible because I didn’t have the money. Can I give you an answer in the morning?”
“Sure, no problem.”
Then, turning to Tony and Mick he continued,
“So boys, has that put you off being a surgeon?”
I could have laughed. I looked at the boys trousers and guessed that surgery was the last thing on their minds.
Then Janice said,
“Would you like to get dressed honey, and I’ll make us all a nice cup of tea.”
Again I could have laughed because tea was the last think on my mind, but I did get up, put my clothes back on and follow Janice to the kitchen.
Later, when Leroy and I were alone in bed, I started to apologise for cumming in front of his whole family, but Leroy just laughed and said that he was sure that his mum and dad understood, and that his brothers would have loved every second of it.
We talked about the recovery time and Leroy was happy, well not really, but he would accept that he would have to keep away from my pussy for a few weeks if I really wanted it done.
We looked at the photos of his dad pulling my hood forwards and talked about how exposed my clit would be all the time and the idea really grew on me, so I told Leroy that I wanted to go ahead. Then we fucked, Leroy covering my mouth to muffle my almost screams and grunts as I went balls deep on the monster.
The next morning I gave Fred the good news and he told us that he’d look at his work schedule. An hour later he came to Leroy and I and told us that there were some vacant slots on 02 January and could we stay there for another couple of days.
Every day from then until, and including, the morning of 02 January, Leroy and I fucked a lot, even taking a ‘nap’ during the day.
*****
I will confess that I was nervous as Fred drove Leroy and I to Harley Street, but I soon had only one of those silly paper gowns and was counting backwards from 99.
The next thing that I knew I was on a bed in the recovery room and Leroy was sat on a chair next to me and holding one of my hands.
“How are you feeling Maria?” Leroy asked when I opened my eyes.
“Fine, can we go back to your place, we can go on the underground.”
“No Maria, I’m guessing that the anaesthetic hasn’t worn off yet. Just lay there for a while.”
“Can you take a photograph please, I want to see what it’s like.”
“Already done that, once the nurse left you in here I lifted the covers, spread your legs and toke some photos. It looks good and bad. Good because it’s what we expected and what you wanted, but bad because of the blood and stitches.
Dad also covered the wounds with vaseline and he told me that I’d have to cover them 3 times a day, Apparently he normally tells women to do it only twice a day and to wear a panty-liner, but since you don’t wear knickers he said that I should do it 3 times a day.”
“He said that you should do it, not me?”
“Yes, he said that it would be easier for me to do it, is that a problem?”
“Of course not. I would have probably asked you to do it anyway, just don’t get too playful while your down there. Can you show me the photos please?”
Leroy did, and I had to agree with him. My clit didn’t look very big, but I guessed that that was because I was quite the opposite of aroused. I smiled as I thought that I wouldn’t miss my flaps.
Smiling, I relaxed knowing that I’d survived the surgery and was on my way to having a perfect pussy. I thought back to my stripper’s name, Pussy Galore, and thought that i couldn’t wait to show the customers my Galorious new pussy.
An hour or so later, Fred came into the room to check on me. When I told him that I was starting to ache a little he said that he’d send a nurse with some paracetamol. He then told us that I could get dressed and that we could either make our own way home, or wait for him to finish his other patients, but that could be a few hours.
Against Leroy’s wishes I opted to go by underground, one of the few underground journeys that I wouldn’t be trying to show my pussy or get groped.
Thirty minutes or so later we were slowly walking down the street to the underground station.
*****
Back at the house I got scolded by Leroy’s mum for not waiting to come home with Fred, and Leroy got scolded for letting me decide. Then she put the kettle on and told me to go and lay on the sofa.
Cup of tea finished, Janice left us while she went to do some housework upstairs, and Tony and Mick appeared and asked me how I was.
“Do you want to have a look, see what you might have to do to a woman sometime in the future?” I asked.
They did want so I slowly spread my legs a bit and lifted my skirt up.
“See,” I said, “it’s going to look great when it’s healed.”
They both agreed then Leroy told them to get lost so that I could rest, and Leroy left to make sure that there was enough paracetamol in the house for later.
Three days later we went back to Leroy’s shared house, him insisting that I stayed there until my course started again.
My throat got a lot of exercise on those days, and until I felt ready to start impaling myself on that monster which wasn’t for about 8 weeks.
I’d knocked sick at the strip club but I was really missing it, I couldn’t wait to show my new pussy to Justin and the customers.
However, being unable to fuck didn’t stop me flashing my vaseline covered pussy to Leroy’s housemates, nor me having accidental and not so accidental wardrobe malfunction at the university. I was quickly back to normal apart from not being able to abuse my pussy by Leroy fucking it.