Brooke’s boyfriend dressed her in the transparent mesh top and stockings, and told her to walk around the block.
“I can’t!” she wailed. “Everyone can see my tits through this! And my cunt and ass are totally exposed!”
He laughed. “This will teach you a lesson, Brooke.”
“What lesson?” she moaned.
“You’d better work that out,” he told her, “because I’m not letting you back in the house until you can tell me.”
He pushed her out the front door, and locked it behind her, and Brooke began to obediently walk around the block in the slutty outfit. After all, her boyfriend knew best, and if she disobeyed, he would slap her, and not allow her to cum the next time he fucked her.
As she walked, people stared at her in a mix of lust and disgust. Brooke blushed bright red. She felt like a whore. She *was* a whore, dressed like this. Nice girls didn’t go around with their tits and cunts showing, only disgusting sluts. Was she a disgusting slut?
And as she thought this, she suddenly realised that her cunt was wet – wetter than it had been in days – and when she realised that she was getting *aroused* by this, by the humiliation, by the knowledge of how disgusting she was, she knew that she had learned her lesson. She had learned exactly what kind of slut she was.
The knowledge put a spring in her step, and she began to walk faster, eager to get home and tell her boyfriend what she had learned. But then her cunt pulsed hungrily, wetly, and she slowed down again. No need to make this end *too* soon…
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