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Catwalk Object

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Catwalk ObjectTags: closet exhibitionism,   fully exposed pussy, audience participation, submissive, sucking, humiliation, emotion, being filmed, intense excitement, teasing, craving for cockA group of us had just graduated from Modelling and deportment school and this was our big night out to celebrate….As the ringleader of our group, I suggested to everyone on the day of our graduation ceremony that we hit the town that night, it was a Friday and I knew there were a group of clubs not far away from our modeling school where we could just hang out, talk a bit and admire the local talent.  The others agreed and nearly all of set out about 9 pm to the Trio in Ascot about 5 kilometres east on Westwood Street.  The Trio complex was made up of The Music Club, The Coffee Club and The Adult Club all housed in the same building and although I’d never been there before I’d heard from friends at UQ, that the atmosphere was great, it was reasonably priced (this was important to budget minded students) and the surroundings were tasteful.  There were 8 of us, it was late November, nearly summer and we were all in the mood for action. I didn’t realize just how much.A bit about me. I’m Sonja, long black curly hair (it reached my bum), green eyes, Size 36 D cup, 176 cm tall 5’10, voluptuous, happy and smiling.  Average looks.  Sex drive over active.  Average everything else.Boyfriends in my life were divided into 2 categories.  Social Boyfriend and Bedroom Boyfriend and I had 2.  My best friend once said:  Why have only one man, when you can have so many?  I dutifully followed this piece of advice.A social boyfriend gave me, love, tenderness, commitment and acceptability.  The bedroom boyfriend fed my desire to follow the darker side, wild, passionate, irrational and craving for volume sex without question.  I was always been told I was a woman of contrast.  Some people listened to hip hop, rock, classical or country.  My CD player was tuning out opera and heavy metal in foreign languages I couldn’t understand.  Having left the country of my birth across the Tasman after Year 12, I started my Bachelors majoring in Linguistics.  Playing 5 instruments, being bi-lingual and speaking 3 other foreign languages you could say I had a very good sense of hearing and the sound of the human voice had the biggest influence in my life, academically, socially and sexually.Adjusting to life in Queensland is no easy feat.  The climate, the culture and the campus were all wonderful experiences except I felt very alone for a long time.  Other girls were jealous of me.  The better ankara travesti my grades got, the less friends I had so with a bit of manipulation to get my grades to go from A’s to B’s I found at least 1 good friend and it was worth it.  As for the weather I found it hard to get used to wearing mini skirts, low cut tops with thin straps and g-string knickers (these were all the rage when I first came over here!).  Finding boyfriends was the easy part and I had a steady stream of them.  It was like a pattern.  The social boyfriends were usually tradesmen and the Bedroom Boyfriends were usually Engineering Students (I must have been attracted to their Maths ability as it wasn’t a strong subject of mine!)As you probably tell I suffer from low esteem and self confidence.  So an acquaintance of mine came up with the idea of enrolling in a modeling an deportment school course in order to help.  Maybe I could make some new friends.  One thing I must point out here is.  I don’t spend hours looking in the mirror, putting on cosmetics or fussing about by body or figure.  Any spare time I have is spent in the bedroom sucking cock (my second favourite pastime after being licked out!) or in a book studying for mid terms.  So against my better judgement I paid the course fee and started 2 weeks later.I had poor expectations of the course content but found I was pleasantly surprised and within a week I found a whole new set of friends.  Not competitors like at Uni, not fair weather friends, but down to earth girls I could share a joke with, laugh about men, talk politics to and play clothes games with.  It wasn’t long before I felt like an accepted part of the crowd and I knew I wasn’t being judged on my academic ability, I didn’t need to live up to anybody’s expectations and I could just relax and have fun. My circle of friends made me feel good about myself and I was taken seriously.  Their opinion mattered.  We started going out on a regular basis and I became the leader of the “brain gang”as the non  members called us.  So when I suggested going to the Trio for our graduation present to ourselves it was a unanimous decision.  “Did you see this sign?” Nicki says to all of us as we were waiting in line to show our ID to get into the Music Club.  “Yeah great idea.  They want contestants for the Catwalk Object for tonight. Bad news.  Been there.  Done that.  Ticked off the list.   Let’s find ourselves some randoms for the night.  What do you think?” I replied.“Oh come on Sonja we all think it would be fun to get you up on the stage to parade around those big tits ankara travestileri of yours.  Give the guys an eyeful.  You can rake them in.  We’ll benefit from the guys you draw in and jump on the ones we like.  If anyone is gonna win, it’ll be you.  Let’s all vote” said Nicki.“SONJA IN.  SONJA IN.  SONJA IN” the gang shouted.“Girls calm down.  This is embarrassing.  I’m not going on stage again tonight in a strange club.  Beside I don’t have anything to wear” I whispered in a low undertone.  At the back of my mind I was starting to get turned on by the thought of being on stage with a predominantly male audience watching me.  I had always been a closet exhibitionist, shy and scared about being the centre of attention but at the same time loving every damned minute.  It was a recurring dream.Pushing dirty thoughts aside, I was jolted back to reality as the girls all wanted an answer from me.  Yes or no.  As if I had much of a choice.“Ok I’ll do it but I’ll need a bit of beauty assistance first” I pleaded with them.It took 30 minutes waiting time before we reached the top of the line, showed our ID’s and got inside the very dark building.  In the meantime Rita had left the line, gone back to the car to fetch the “tools of the trade” as I needed a change of clothes, shoes, hair accessories and camera equipment for my appearance.In a last minute rush I went to the organizers to fill out the application form, got a chance to look around the room, it seemed huge with an estimated 10 metre long runaway in the centre, seating on each side and a long pole at the front.  In a semi circle an elongated bar serving drinks could be seen and my first impressions of the surroundings were favourable.  It was cosy and it looked as though it could seat about 150 people tops.  Some very danceable numbers could be heard on the loud speaker system, the lighting was subdued and I got the distinct impression, it would be a night to remember.  In more ways than one.I had 1 hour ‘make up’ time before I was due to go on and the girls said I was to strip down naked.  My clothes were taken off and I lay down on the long wooden table.  At this time of the month I feel very horny and any removal of my clothes sends shivers down my spine.  My body was on high alert and I hadn’t seen either boyfriend for 5 days.  No sex.  I was feeling very horny and I was getting desperate almost willing to try anything.  When Linda started touching my pubic hair my sex fantasies came to life. Cock to pussy.  Sucking endless cocks.  Mutual masturbation. Erotic showers.  I couldn’t help travesti ankara myself.  My nipples became erect, pussy juices started flowing and I was getting turned on.  I felt ashamed in front of everyone so I shut my eyes and prayed they would prime my body quickly for the show I was about to put on before being discovered.  I needed my strength to get through this one in my horny condition.At long last.  Finished and ready to go.  I stood up, I was dressed and Sharon led me away covered in a gown to the wings of the stage while the MC spoke a few words to the audience about me.  I started being nervous but not overly so as I was a practiced at catwalking and knew the ropes.Dressed in Linda’s white Billabong lycra bikini, Nickki’s black Diana Ferrari shoes and my diamond imitation jewellery I drew the red curtains away from me, stuck my shoulders back, tits out and with a strong swaying movement I walked out on stage to a faceless audience with a wide smile and open body language.  I was going to enjoy and want all eyes to be on my body.I walked down the catwalk the first time stopping, slowly turning around trying to make eye contact with as many faces as I could, turned around to saunter back.  This was really a lot of fun.  Every body was watching at me, I was the centre of attention, the talking stopped and the staring begun at my tits, arse and long hair.  To the sound of an old disco song “Tainted Love” at loud volumes I started dreaming and fantasizing about blow jobs.  The song was good to move to.  We had learned to take dramatic pauses on the catwalk at various times which is what I did.  A man down below was staring wide eyed at me.  He looked good.  So I tried something.I bent over and showed him my arse.  With a G-string bikini bottom my arse cheeks were on full display but to emphasise them even more I repeated the gesture.  I then stuck out my chest so he could get a better view of my tits, shaking and moving my hips in suggestive movements.With my index finger I motioned for him to join me on stage.  Without hesitating, he jumped on stage and came behind me.  Both hands lifted my arms up into the air, his hands touched my sides all the way down to my knees and he stopped.  I felt incredibly sexy and my resolve was weakening.“Do you want more” his foreign accent whispered into my ear.I closed my eyes and strong hands turned my body around to face him.  He stuck his hand over my bikini bottom and rubbed and he looked at the pussy juices going down my leg.  I felt ashamed at being caught like this.  He massaged my skin lightly up and down very quickly and stopped.  Then I felt my tits being teased, massaged and my body was beginning to respond.  I was wet.  He kissed me and I felt a big erect cock bring pushed up against me and I moaned.“OHHHHH  God.  Please don’t….

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