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One Click Chicks Forum - Fiction https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/ Share your fantasy stories here. en Thu, 06 Aug 2026 23:37:46 GMT vBulletin 30 http://forum.oneclickchicks.com/images/misc/rss.jpg One Click Chicks Forum - Fiction https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/ Sue is Exposed https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275788&goto=newpost Sat, 01 Aug 2026 20:01:55 GMT My name is Gary, I live what was a pretty normal life, I met Sue at college, she was in the Drama club and I was in the Chess club. She really loved acting and had a great voice which often landed her the lead in many college productions. She played Maria in West Side story. She played Belle in... My name is Gary, I live what was a pretty normal life, I met Sue at college, she was in the Drama club and I was in the Chess club. She really loved acting and had a great voice which often landed her the lead in many college productions. She played Maria in West Side story. She played Belle in Beauty and the Beast. She even played Joan of Arc. She really loved college life and acting. I was both turned on and jealous, because she often had love scenes (no nudity at college), but she made out with several classmates who insisted on real kisses on stage and in practice.*

I guess I should describe us, I am 5'6" and on the skinny side. I wear glasses and have blondish red hair. Not that you asked but I am on the small side in the penis department too. I don't like public showers because when soft I am less than an inch. I grow to a solid 4 inches when fully hard and Sue says that I am a good lover. I sometimes don't make her cum before I do but she decided about 5 years ago that if this happens I would eat her until she came too. At first this was weird, but now I don't think twice before eating my own deposit to please my wife. Sue is very attractive blonde at 5'8" and a shapely body, she has large B cup breasts (they look bigger because she is slim) she has a perfect ass and keeps her pussy shaved clean with a blonde strip above it. Her lips have always been large and she has a clit that almost looks like a tiny penis. She won't do oral on me because she says I should save my "little man" for her pussy. I have begged for anal and this has always been a hard no. She is a virgin there.

After college we both went on to good careers, I was a Senior Analyst at an investment group and made great money. She worked as a receptionist at an event planning group. They did elaborate events and she loved her job. After we bought a second home about an hour outside of the city in the "burbs" she started spending more and more time there. She loved the estate with its total privacy, we often swam nude. Eventually she asked if I would mind if she quit her job and we moved there full-time. I work remote all but a couple days a month so it was fine with me. We had bought our NYC apartment 10 years earlier for $425,000. I thought it would be tough to ever get out clean, it sold at 1,375,000 and had no mortgage. This was a great nest egg. I paid off the country home and banked about $500,000.*

She started meeting friends and eventually got in with a local Theatre group. They did a few plays and she had some major (not the lead) roles. They did Grease and was asked to play a teacher. She knew it was because she was now 38 years old. She was sad, but happy to be back acting again. They did several plays and she was in an age appropriate role. Then a former Broadway producer moved next door to us. Dan was flamboyant and his husband Charlie was very proper. Charlie always wore a suit and tie, while Dan wore outrageous colors and was always the life of the party. Dan took on the dual role as producer and director for the local group. He started bringing in better scripts, His Broadway friends often had Sue's group try out new plays before deciding to take them to Broadway.*

Being good friends with Dan and Charlie helped her acting career. *She started getting better roles that were perfect for a 40 year old still sexy lady, Eventually they decided to do "The Graduate" *she was dying to play Mrs. Robinson. I reminded her that there was some nudity involved. She pointed out that Mrs Robinson was in the shadows when she drops her towel. I was very excited to see her in a Risqué Role. *I went to several rehearsals and she was always dressed under the towel. During the last week before opening Night of the play which would run for 3 performances, Dan was not happy with the scene. *He decided that the lighting was too dark and the audience should be able to see Sue as she drops the towel. She rationalized that it was only acting. and the lights go out after a few seconds. She talked to Dan and they came up with a compromise, she could wear a skin colored thong so she would only be exposing her boobs. I was elated at our new neighbors seeing her boobs. I hoped that someone would take a picture and post it online. *As the final dress rehearsal finally arrived it was the first "full" one for Sue. It seemed that more people were present than normal. When the time to drop the towel arrived she was fairly well illuminated. *She looked nervous and excited as she unhooked the towel and it dropped to the floor. Everyone saw her beautiful perky tits and her perfect ass, the thong barely covered her pussy and was just a clear invisible strip in the rear. I did see a few phones out.*

Opening night went great and on cue she dropped the towel and the whole town saw her in her glory. After the play was over she came out to do her Curtin call wearing the towel and got a standing ovation. When the rest of the cast joined her they all held hands and raised their arms up. As they did this the towel fell off. She had a lady who did not really like her holding one hand (Karen) and Karen's best friend who had wanted the role holding the other hand. They gripped tight leaving her fully lit and straight on at the front of the stage. They held her like this for about 5 minutes until Charlie and Dan rescued her. At this point she had been photographed 100's of times and even the local newspaper took a close up showing her tits and face.*

The rest of the week the 2 other performances went about the same except she put on a shirt and some leggings before taking a bow. She was each night briefly exposed as she dropped the towel, but she was getting used to it. *The paper blurred her tits in print but not on the online version that everyone now reads anyway. They did give her a great review and the Theatre got a lot of attention. Dan was able to get several big plays and Sue was the lead. The next 2 plays had no nudity and I think she may have been disappointed a little. *that was short lived as Dan secured the rights to a play that had not been to Broadway yet. it was about Rome and the lead was a wealthy woman named Lydia who owned male and female slaves. These slaves were kept nude and used at a brothel that she owned. Sue really wanted the role of Lydia. *She tried out for the role but in the end Dan chose Karen (the lady who didn't like Sue and held her hand tight when the towel fell off). *by this time the play had been cast except the supporting female role of Alexis, a woman sold into slavery when her husband died in debt. She really did not want this role but took it without reading the script.*

When she got home she threw the script down without reading it she knew that in the first scene that they took Alexis' tongue. She had a non speaking part. How could this be the supporting actress. *At the first rehearsal Dan took her aside and asked if she could play the role, letting her know that he was getting his hands on a sequel to Grease 20 years later and she would play Sandy if she did well here. She assured him that she would and he brought her into his office and had her sign a "waiver". *She signed without even reading it. It was a guarantee that she would not back out and she signed that if she did not finish the play and ALL rehearsals that she would sign over her home and both cars. He had Marsha, the makeup girl come in to witness and notarize the signatures. *When he put it in the safe he explained what she signed. She felt sick he explained that even a tiny breach of the contract would cause her to lose everything. *She asked why he was doing this to her. *He explained that he had invested his life savings into this project and she was not going to cause him to lose it. He went on about how he could fill the seats with her as the main slave. He even sent flyers to both her former and Gary's current jobs. Sue said how could he have done this as she was just cast today. He smiled and said that from the minute he read the script he knew that she would be playing this part.*

Dan called Karen to his office and told her to treat Sue like she was really her slave for the run of the play. Karen told Sue to get her ass to costume and get a slave dress, this turned out to be no more than a rather sheer nightshirt looking dress. It was white and threadbare. *she put it on as Lucy the costume girl made her remove it to remove her bra and her underwear. When she finally went to the stage Karen ordered her to stage at center stage. She than said lets see what you have slave. Sue said she was not going to remove the dress. Karen said that Dan had told her about the contract and she was going to buy her home from him at pennies on the dollar, so either strip or be in breach. As tears welled up she pulled the light dress over her head. She stood there naked in front of people she thought were her friends. The male guards grabbed her and tied her spread on a cot. Karen said she needed to be shaved bare, She was shaved and photographed by everyone. What would she tell Gary when she got home and he saw her newly shaved c*nt? She guessed it should be called a c*nt now. When she thought it could not get worse. Karen put a collar on her neck that had a lock. Karen kept the key and with an evil smile told Sue that until the end of the play she was forbidden from wearing any clothing. Sue asked her why she was so mean. Karen said "you probably don't remember this, but we went to college together" Sue suddenly realized that she had as a Senior Prank let the boys from the Drama club into the girls locker room as several girls were in the shower. Many of the girls had been made famous on campus from the pictures that were posted on local chat boards at the college. Karen was one of the girls.*

Sue parked in her driveway (Karen said she could not use the garage) and walked up to the front door and rang her own bell. Karen had also removed her house key. *Gary answered and his jaw dropped. Sue pushed past him crying. She ran to the bedroom and slammed and locked the door. He could hear her crying for hours. When she finally came out, she told him everything and also told him that Karen wanted him to be her slave as well. He said no way, he would no do it. Sue reminded him that Karen could take away everything that they owned and had worked so hard for all of their lives. *Gary was starting to get hard thinking about Sue being exposed, but if he were naked than everyone would know how tiny his penis was.* ]]> Fiction carbilz https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275788 <![CDATA[[Fictional Stories - Voyeur] Japanese Roomate EP-1]]> https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275755&goto=newpost Thu, 30 Jul 2026 10:23:26 GMT In the quiet suburban neighborhood, nestled between the trees and the sidewalk, stood a quaint little house. This house was home to two roommates: Alex and his new Japanese roommate, Kaori. Alex had been excited to have a new roommate, especially one from such a fascinating culture. Kaori was a... In the quiet suburban neighborhood, nestled between the trees and the sidewalk, stood a quaint little house. This house was home to two roommates: Alex and his new Japanese roommate, Kaori. Alex had been excited to have a new roommate, especially one from such a fascinating culture. Kaori was a student, studying abroad to improve her English and gain new experiences. She was a sweet and kind girl, always polite and considerate, but she was also quite private.

Every morning, Kaori would wake up early, her room filled with the soft glow of her bedside lamp. She would stretch, her body moving with a grace that seemed almost ethereal. Alex, who had a habit of waking up early as well, would often find himself watching from the hallway, hidden from view by the door's slight clearance from the floor. He had placed a small mirror at just the right angle to catch a glimpse of her morning routine.

One day, Alex decided to take a closer look. He had always been curious about Japanese customs and wondered if there was something unique about her morning routine. He knelt down, his eye pressed against the mirror, and watched as Kaori began her day. She would bow slightly, a gesture of respect and gratitude, before starting her daily meditation. Her hands moved in slow, deliberate motions, her eyes closed in concentration. It was a sight of tranquility and beauty, a moment of peace that seemed to encompass the entire room.

As the days passed, Alex found himself drawn to this daily ritual. There was something mesmerizing about watching Kaori, her movements fluid and her expression serene. He felt a strange sense of connection, as if he were part of her morning ritual, even though he was just an observer. He never felt guilty or intrusive; it was a private moment, but one that he couldn't help but be a part of.

One day, Kaori noticed the mirror. She had been tidying up her room and, as she lifted a book from the floor, she saw the reflection. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked up, her gaze meeting Alex's through the mirror. There was a moment of silence, a pause in time, and then she smiled softly. It was a smile of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of his presence and his curiosity. Alex felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of gratitude and connection.

From that day forward, the dynamic between them changed. They shared more, talked more, and Alex learned about the beauty of Japanese customs and traditions. He found himself not just watching from the hallway, but also participating in conversations and shared experiences. Their friendship deepened, and Alex realized that his curiosity had led him to something far more valuable than a mere glimpse through a mirror.

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]]> Fiction eddspam https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275755 <![CDATA[[Fictional Stories - Interracial] Volcano in Silk]]> https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275493&goto=newpost Sun, 12 Jul 2026 14:19:27 GMT The yacht sways gently beneath my feet, the deck warm from the afternoon sun. I set down my phone, Sean's message still glowing on the screen—See you at the usual place, 8PM—and smooth my blazer over the torn silk camisole beneath. The bite mark on my collarbone pulses faintly, a secret beneath the fabric.

"Busy until noon," I reply, which was true. Now it's past three, and I have documents waiting for me in a tower block downtown. Papers I leave behind after a meeting two days ago, before the Faena, before the night that stretches into morning with a man who thinks he could trap me.

I step off the yacht into the waiting car, the leather seat swallowing me with its familiar coolness. The driver knows the address without my saying. We glide through Miami traffic, the city golden and lazy in the late afternoon heat, my thighs still trembling with the memory of exertion, the satisfied hum of a body well-used thrumming beneath my skin.

The tower block rises before us, all glass and ambition, the kind of building that houses shell companies and backroom deals. I take the elevator to the fourteenth floor, my heels clicking a rhythm against the marble, my bag swinging heavy with the recording device inside—insurance, always insurance.

My office sits at the end of the hallway, corner windows, panoramic view of the water. I reach for the handle, and the door swings open before I touch it.

Marcus Vance sits in my chair.

He's smaller than I remember, diminished somehow by the daylight streaming through the windows, the audacity of his presence already cracking at the edges. Behind him stands a man I don't recognize—tall, broad, dark skin gleaming with the sheen of someone who spends hours in a gym, someone built for intimidation.

"Marcus," I say, my voice carrying that particular lilt of amusement I reserve for men who overreach. "You've made yourself comfortable."

He doesn't stand. The gun on the desk gleams dully, a prop more than a threat. I've faced worse. The camcorder beside it, small and red-eyed, blinks with its recording light.

"You thought you were clever," Marcus says, and his voice has that quality of a man who has rehearsed this moment, who has played it in his head until the real thing feels like a disappointment. "Humiliating my associate. Walking away like you owned the world."

I laugh. The sound fills the room, genuine and warm, the kind of laugh that makes men uncertain. "Is this revenge, Marcus? Really?" I step inside, letting the door close behind me with a soft click. "You brought a gun and a camera. Did you bring a script too?"

The man behind him—Dwayne, I assume—shifts his weight. His hands hang heavy at his sides, fingers thick with rings. I can see the outline of him through his clothes, the bulk of muscle that means nothing if you don't know how to use it.

"No man could handle me, Marcus." I spread my hands, a gesture of invitation and dismissal. "You should know that by now. They all get what they are coming for. This—" I gesture at the gun, at Dwayne, at the absurdity of it all "—this is a joke. A bad one."

Marcus picks up the gun. The movement is theatrical, slow, designed to impress. He points it at my chest, and I feel nothing. I've had worse pointed at me. I've had worse done to me and walked away smiling.

"It's no joke," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word, betraying him.

The camcorder's red eye blinks. Dwayne steps forward, and I smell him—clean sweat, expensive cologne, the particular musk of a man who has been waiting. His hands move to his belt, and I understand the shape of this now. The recording. The gun. The attempt to break what cannot be broken.

I have no choice. The gun ensures that. But I have never been a woman who accepts terms without negotiation.

"My pussy is that good," I say, and the vulgarity lands precisely, a coin dropped in a slot. "If I break him in first—" I nod at Dwayne, who has frozen mid-motion "—I get paid double. Triple, if you want to record it."

Marcus blinks. The gun wavers. This is not how he imagined this proceeding, the power slipping from his grasp like water through fingers.

"Double," he says, because he needs to say something, needs to reclaim the moment.

"Double," I agree, and smile. "Shall we begin?"

Dwayne looks to Marcus, who nods, the gun still pointing, still unnecessary. The big man steps forward again, and this time I look at him properly. The thickness of his neck, the strain of his shoulders against his shirt, the unmistakable bulge already pressing against his zipper. He is large. They always are. They think size is enough.

He frees himself, and I see that he is huge, truly—thick and dark and heavy in his hand, a weapon more credible than the gun on the desk. He steps closer, and I smell the heat of him, the anticipation making him tremble.

I step out of my heels. The carpet is soft beneath my bare feet. I peel down my trousers, the silk sliding away, leaving me in the torn camisole and nothing else. I could keep the stockings, but I don't—I want him to feel all of me, every inch of conditioned muscle, every degree of control.

"Slow," I say, because this is my stage now, my terms. "I want to feel every inch."

He approaches like a man approaching something sacred and dangerous, which is exactly right. His hands find my hips, thick fingers pressing into the muscle there, and I feel his surprise at the density of me, the way my body resists even as it yields.

He guides himself to me, the head of him thick and hot against my entrance. I am ready. I am always ready. The first stretch is substantial, a flood of sensation that makes my breath catch, not in discomfort but in the pleasure of being filled completely. He pushes forward, slow as I demanded, and I feel every vein, every pulse of blood, every tremor of his restraint.

"Jesus," he whispers, and his voice is already breaking. "You're so—"

"Muscular," I finish for him, and laugh, the sound rippling through my core, making me contract around him. He gasps, his hips jerking involuntarily, and I feel him twitch inside me, the first warning of a control already fraying.

"Tight," he tries again, and I squeeze deliberately, the trained muscles of my pelvic floor gripping him like a fist, and he moans, a sound torn from somewhere deep, animal and desperate.

I lean close to his ear, my lips brushing the shell of it, my breath warm and steady where his comes in ragged bursts. "You're so screwed," I whisper, and giggle, the sound light and cruel and absolutely true.

He pulls back, almost all the way out, and I feel the loss of him like a promise. Then he pushes forward again, finding a rhythm, missionary, basic, the position of beginners. I lie back on the desk—my desk—and let him work, my hips tilted to take him deeper, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders where the muscle bunches with effort.

He lasts perhaps thirty seconds before I feel him swell, feel the tell-tale tension in his thighs, the way his breath hitches and stops. He pulls out with a cry, his cock jumping in the air between us, and I watch a single bead of pre-cum pearl at the tip, watch him fight himself back from the edge.

"Almost," I say, and my voice is gentle, mocking, the tone a trainer uses with a failing student. "Try again."

He enters me again, slower this time, learning his own limits. I feel him counting breaths, trying to distance himself from the sensation, but I am not a woman who allows distance. I roll my hips, a subtle movement that drags him against my front wall, and he chokes, his rhythm faltering.

"Your pussy," he manages, the words broken by gasps. "It's—"

"The best you've had," I supply, and contract around him again, rhythmic pulses that make his eyes roll back, make his hands scrabble for purchase on the desk's edge. "It's a volcano. I know. They all say that."

He finds a rhythm again, pumping with more confidence now, longer strokes that fill me completely and withdraw to the brink of emptiness. I let him, tracking his progress in the tension of his jaw, the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his cock swells and subsides with each near-miss.

I could end this now. A few more pulses of muscle, a few more words in his ear, and he would be finished, spent and shaking. But I want more. I always want more.

"Stand up," I say, and push myself off the desk, dislodging him with a wet sound that makes him whimper. "Turn around."

He obeys, dazed, his cock bobbing heavy and wet between his thighs. I position myself facing away from him, my hands on the desk, one leg bent and braced on the chair Marcus still occupies, the gun now forgotten in his lap. I am open to him, exposed, and I hear his breath catch at the sight.

"From behind," I instruct. "Standing."

He enters me with a groan that seems to come from his entire body, the angle different, deeper, hitting places that make my own breath stutter despite my control. I grip the desk's edge and push back against him, meeting his thrusts with counter-pressure, my glutes flexing with each movement.

He tries to set a pace, but I am setting it, my body dictating the rhythm, the depth, the force. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into the muscle there, and I feel him trying to hold on, trying to anchor himself in something solid as the sensation threatens to sweep him away.

"Can't—" he starts, and I know what he means. I feel him swelling, feel the vibration in his thighs where they press against mine.

"Pull out," I say, and he does, too grateful for the reprieve to question. I hear him breathing behind me, harsh and ragged, feel the heat of him radiating against my back.

I turn, smooth and unhurried, and lean back against the desk. My camisole has ridden up, torn silk framing my breasts, my nipples hard from exertion and amusement. I am slightly sweaty now, a sheen on my chest and stomach, the glow of effort making my skin luminous.

"Again," I say, and spread my legs.

He comes to me, desperate, and I guide him in with one hand, feeling him slide home with a wetness that is half him, half me, the evidence of our prolonged collision. He settles into me, missionary again, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back.

He tries to increase his speed, to find the friction that will end this, and I let him, tracking his desperation in the wildness of his eyes. Then I squeeze, a long, slow contraction of muscle that grips him from base to tip, and he cries out, pulling out with a violence that makes me laugh, the sound bright and cutting.

More cum dribbles onto my stomach, onto my breasts, warm and thin from the earlier near-releases. He is leaking constantly now, his control in tatters, his huge cock bobbing helplessly as he fights for composure.

"Fire," he breathes, looking down at me, at the mess he's making, at the woman who is untouched beneath him. "You're fucking fire."

I smile, slow and knowing, and reach for him, pulling him back into me. He enters with a sob of relief, and I settle him deep, my muscles fluttering around him in a rhythm I control absolutely.

"Sit," I say, and push against his chest.

He stumbles back, finds the chair Marcus has vacated—Marcus who watches now with the gun forgotten, with the camcorder still recording, with the dawning understanding that he has made a terrible mistake. Dwayne collapses into the leather, his cock standing upright, glistening and desperate.

I follow him, straddling his lap, guiding him into me as I settle my weight. The fullness is exquisite, the angle perfect, his face level with my breasts where his earlier emissions still gleam. I place my hands on his shoulders and begin to move.

Not slowly. I have been patient, but patience has its limits. I bounce, hard, my thighs—conditioned by thousands of hours on the track—driving me up and down with piston precision. He groans, his head falling back, his hands coming to my waist and then falling away, unable to guide what he cannot control.

I grind against him on each descent, circling my hips to drag him against my walls, then rising to drop again, the impact making my breasts bounce, making the torn silk of my camisole flutter. I squeeze with each upward movement, creating suction that makes him gasp, makes his hands spasm against the chair's arms.

"Best," I breathe, the word punctuating my rhythm. "Pussy. You've. Had."

He nods, frantic, unable to speak, his face contorted with the effort of holding back. I increase my pace, the muscles of my calves and thighs burning with the exertion, the good burn of work well-done. My hair has come loose, falling around my shoulders in waves that brush his face as I move.

I bounce for minutes, truly, counting them in the thud of my heart, the strain in his expression, the wet sounds of our collision filling the room. He tries to thrust up to meet me, but I press down with my weight, pinning him, controlling the depth and angle absolutely.

His hands find my hips again, trying to still me, and I laugh, the sound breathless now with my own exertion, and squeeze harder, a sustained contraction that makes him cry out, makes his hips buck helplessly beneath me.

"Can't—" he manages, and I know this is the end, know it in the way his cock swells impossibly larger, the way his thighs tense to stone beneath me.

I rise up, dislodging him with a wet pop, and drop to my knees between his spread thighs. His cock jumps in my hand, huge and purple and desperate, and I aim it at my chest, at my breasts still framed by torn silk, at the skin that has driven him to madness.

He cums with a sound like breaking, a ragged cry that tears from his throat as he spends himself across my tits, warm and thick and copious, the product of an hour's denial. I watch it spatter, feel it land, continue working him with my hand until he is dry, until he is shaking, until his head falls back against the chair and he goes limp, utterly spent.

I sit back on my heels, looking down at myself, at the mess of him across my chest, at the evidence of his complete submission. I laugh, the sound light and satisfied, the laugh of a woman who has proven what she already knew.

"I told you," I say, and rise, finding my trousers, my heels, the bag with the recording device that has captured all of this, that will ensure Marcus never tries such foolishness again.

The money is on the desk, double what was agreed, placed there by Marcus while I was busy breaking his weapon. I count it without interest, stuff it into my bag, and dress with the efficiency of someone who has done this a hundred times, who will do it a hundred more.

An hour since I entered. The sun has shifted in the windows, the afternoon aging into evening. I walk to the door, pause with my hand on the handle, and look back at the two men—one broken in a chair, one broken standing beside him with a useless gun.

"Nice try, boys," I say, and the door closes behind me with a click that sounds like finality, like the end of a game they were destined to lose.

The elevator takes me down. The car waits. I settle into the leather seat and direct the driver to the yacht, to Sean, to the evening that stretches before me like a promise. The cum on my chest has dried to a film beneath my clothes, a secret weight, a reminder of what I can do, what I am.

I pull out my phone, text Sean: On my way. Save me a drink.

The city passes in golden light, the day ending, the night beginning, everything exactly as I arranged it. ]]> Fiction barnstorm15 https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275493 <![CDATA[[Fictional Stories - ENF] Bianca's News Splash]]> https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275430&goto=newpost Sat, 11 Jul 2026 14:16:04 GMT This is a little story request I got on my DA page, bor2, that I wanted to share here as well. Let me know if you enjoyed or any other thoughts. “Mic is checked, Camera is fully charged and at the right settings, and we’re here a few minutes early. Are you all good to go Bianca?” a man asked,... This is a little story request I got on my DA page, bor2, that I wanted to share here as well. Let me know if you enjoyed or any other thoughts.

“Mic is checked, Camera is fully charged and at the right settings, and we’re here a few minutes early. Are you all good to go Bianca?” a man asked, carrying a professional camera from his van in casual summer clothes. He walked over to his co-worker and friend who was impatiently pacing the parking lot. Her red shoulder length hair bounced with her every step as she reviewed her notes again before they went on the air.

“Well, just about Alan. You said everything was checked right? We need to make sure this goes off without a hitch, I don’t think the news station will take another screw up from us at this rate,” she worriedly expressed. The natural beauty of light brown skin patted down her white ensemble of blouse and skirt before bending over into the van’s door to grab lipstick that matched her hair. Alan’s gaze wavered for a moment at her hourglass figure before turning away and clearing his throat.

“Y-yes, everything’s all ready. I know you’re worried about today but hey, I got a better handle on this thing now and you’re a knockout! We’ll do just fine, and a brand new water park is a pretty fun place to report on. It’s summer so tons of people will be wanting to see it I’m sure.”

“Tons sure, but probably not enough compared to something big and interesting to cover. That’s why they sent us here, quick finish for those on the chopping block,” she said with a stomp to the ground. “Phew, Sorry. I’ll stop complaining, I just really want to keep this job. Remember, try to keep me in shot as much as possible in the highest quality, gotta keep people’s attention as best I can so we can stay on the air.”

“Right, of course. Just focus on what needs to be said and leave everything else to me. It’ll be like you're in a movie!” He said, getting a smile out of her. It was a short broadcast that likely wouldn’t last more than 15 minutes, but even so they were committed to making it the highlight of the channel that day. Aqua Splash Park was starting to become a semblance of busy as they headed towards the park’s center to start, avoiding the running kids and crowds along the way.

Bianca brought out her reporter notes one more time for review as she crossed a bridge to the center, not noticing the puddles of water along it. Her eyes widened as her foot glided across it and she lost her balance, Alan unable to catch her with the delicate camera occupying his hands.

“WAAH-” she yelled as she fell into a pool under the bridge. Alan quickly set the camera down safely and went to pull her out of the water, losing strength halfway due to her new appearance. She spat the water out of her mouth and gasped as she looked down to see her white clothes soaked and revealing what she wore underneath.

Any other day’s choice of undergarments would have been bad, but today may have been the worst as her light-pink lingerie was made startlingly apparent through the now sheer clothing. She managed to hold back a scream as she covered what she could of her lacy wear against the bleeding cloth, doing little to help thanks to her rather big proportions.

“Nononono, damn it! I can’t get on the news like this!” she complained while hiding herself from those nearby. “Alan, do we have time to leave for the station and get replacements? I’ll even take a nearby thrift store.”

“I’m sorry but no, we got here early but we’re meant to be live in just a few minutes! Uhh, shoot, maybe we should just cancel it today?”

“What? No! That’s not an option, if we don’t even appear then we’re finished for sure!”

“Well, well I don’t know. Do you think anyone here has a spare outfit we can borrow? Maybe one of the employees?”

“Gosh I sure hope they do. Come on, we don’t have time to waste!” without a second thought, she dashed away as her friend went back for the camera and tried to keep up.

Bianca cupped one of her breasts and held her arm over the other to hide it as much as possible, second hand down at her back to hide not even a cheek of her lingerieclad ass. Her body was certainly quivering from more than the cool water as she hurried to the nearest employee office and got plenty of stares in the meanwhile. Alan chasing behind gave people the wrong idea as they seemed like a typical duo to record a sexy woman for her online page.

She soon found a small office and ran in to escape the unwanted attention. “Hey, this is the manager’s office, you’re not meant to-” a guard stopped, surprised to see the woman panting in see-through clothing with a cameraman just behind her. “What the hell is the meaning of this?” she shouted.

“H-hi, listen. My name is Bianca and this is Alan, we’re here to broadcast a news report on the water park but I had a mishap as you can see. Please, do you have any spare clothes I can wear? I can’t go on the news like this!” she explained with open arms, revealing her curves in the light-pink ensemble to the woman.

She got an unconvinced look back when the door behind her opened, the park manager hearing the commotion and coming to see it for himself. “Sorry, what’s this about a mish–oh my!” he stopped, taking in the woman’s hourglass figure from her large breasts to her thick thighs and wide hips, each even more attractive in the wet cloth heaving from her heavy breaths.

“H-hey, you’re Mr. Buzel right? I need your help, please! You want me to promote your new waterpark don’t you?”

He looked between her supple body and desperate brown eyes for a moment as an idea came to mind, his big mustache hiding a slight smile. “Why yes, of course! The news promotion will be a great help and you’re perfect for the job. Let me see if I have anything around for you to wear, miss,” he said hurrying off back behind the door. Just a minute later he returned with a Blue two-piece swimsuit and laid it on the table before her.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, noticing her unsatisfied gaze to the bikini. “It's um, are you sure you don’t have anything else? I wasn’t expecting a bikini…” she said, feeling one of the top’s triangles, just as big as her palm.

“Well we just opened and don’t have much to offer in spares yet, I was surprised to find this at all! Besides, don’t you start soon?”

“In 5 minutes, yes,” Alan chipped in to Bianca’s worry. “While we’re at it, don’t think about casting in that lingerie of yours. It’s well against the law, I can and will arrest you for it,” the guard added with a stern look. The curvy woman was surrounded between the three of them as she came to terms with what little choice she had, giving a defeated sigh.

“May I have a bit of privacy then?”

Alan and Mr. Buzel left the office and waited for Bianca to appear in time for the broadcast, just 2 minutes remaining until they were meant to start. The guard didn’t leave the room but looked away as she took off her wet clothes and lingerie and put them on the table for the swimsuit, even including her socks and shoes. The woman’s damp, brown skinned body hurried to tie the bikini on and quickly found it not up to standard.

Bianca was well aware that people looked at her body with allure and envy, and she was quite proud of it, but moments like this made her wish for something less so. The swimsuit itself was small by normal standards but her thick body from hips to tits made its coverage even smaller. She rushed the ties at her hips as the small triangle to cover her crotch hung low at her navel, the fabric at her back already slipping between her cheeks as it couldn’t hope to cover them. She was glad to have shaved recently, any hair at her mound would’ve been painfully visible like this.

“Hey, you got one minute left,” the guard said with a glance back, appalled at the indecent swimsuit in play. Bianca corralled her tits together as she put the small blue triangles over them and went to tie the knot at her back, presenting her large and squished cleavage to the envious woman. She glowered at the sight and loudly repeated herself for anyone outside the building to hear, making the reporter flinch.

“But I’m not, oh crap!” she said as she left the building with her top still untied. People around her immediately took notice of the woman’s less than form fitting bikini as she hurried to where Alan waited. Her attempt to multitask speed and coverage was poorly executed as her charms kept shaking out of the bikini’s string ties and flashing those around. With Alan in sight she finally got the bikini tied at her back and ran over while trying to pull it over her bust.

“Hey! Start Rolling!!” she shouted for his attention, the man startled at the lewd show but doing as she told.

“Aaand…we’re live!” he announced as the camera’s high quality lens focused with a red light atop it. The still unprepared woman was making the finishing touches to her top when her gaze matched the camera’s, quickly putting on a smile and a hand over her left tit.

“H-hello Everyone! My name is Bianca Amister and today I’m here to share with you all the newest water park on the block, Aqua Splash Park!” She shyly stared down the lens, the knowledge of countless people seeing her like this causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. “Um, I’m sure some of you may have noticed that I’m in a different outfit than usual today. Well, what better way to highlight a water park than in a swimsuit! It's the best way to beat this brutal heat so let’s see what fun can be had doing it!” she continued with feigned confidence.

Her blushing smile remained as she slipped the bikini top over her nipple finally and led Alan around the water park. The cameraman did his best to be respectful but couldn’t believe just how much ass she was leaving on display, it may have been worse than the lingerie! His promise to keep her in frame as much as possible was kept as every inch of her was broadcasted for those unable to see it in person.

Bianca was embarrassed to feel it but she knew it was coming, inevitable, the shakes and quakes that went from her thighs to her big butt with every step she took with her bare feet against the floor. Even her ample rack was swaying, rising and falling thanks to the skimpy top’s weak coverage. She delighted in the sensation while alone in her apartment, happily dancing and throwing her statuesque figure around the room, but now there were people watching. Tons of people, and many, many more able to record this at home. Suddenly, she wished that today was a usual low viewership day, but even those days reached thousands on the news channel.

Her fingers fiddled with her swimsuit as she walked and talked about the park’s attractions and people. There was little to the imagination between virtually all of her cleavage being highlighted by the sun, all of her stomach and back being exposed, and over half of each cheek flexing out of the bottoms. Whatever size the swimwear was meant to be, her body made it seem akin to a micro bikini. The heat and nerves were getting to her so she took a quick diversion to a shaded wall rack to cool off and maybe even get some cover.

“Now even if you can’t swim, Aqua Splash can still be fun thanks to their pool tubes and life vests available for everyone. They even have a few leftovers despite the popular opening!” she said, disheartened at the vest being out and settling on a pool tube for herself. The ones on the ground were out which left her to a clear pink one on a raised hook, slightly out of her comfortable reach. She began to jump with her palm under it to bounce it out and made the mundane wall an attraction worth seeing all on her own.

Her light grunts were met with the slaps of her cheeks and breasts against one another until she finally got it down, stepping into it and beginning to raise it up. Her lean towards the camera presented her cleavage in a sight that rivaled the grand canyon in spectacle, tits held together tightly by the blue strings. “And here we go,” she said, hoping to wear the tube as a form of cover for the report’s remainder but finding it stuck at her upper thigh.

Her face showed her confusion as she couldn’t pull it up any further, beginning to struggle and lean forward again as her tits shook for the camera. Alan cleared his throat and hinted for her to stop, Bianca noticing and holding a finger up as she turned around to hide her face. He would’ve facepalmed if he had a free hand as she showed everyone the source of the issue.

The transparent tube was caught just under the curve of her round and buxom cheeks, bunching them up together for even more of it to be visible. An impulsive thought from Alan to bend down below her and capture the struggle even closer came to mind, but he resisted and decided to save her the modesty she wasn’t giving herself. The mic pointed at her waist picked up every stretch and squeak of the tube’s refusal to slide over her wide hips, leaving viewers excited to see if it would just burst from the strain. She gave up on her humiliating display after another minute of trying to jump into the tube to no avail, turning back to the camera.

“I um, hehe. Well it’s still a nice tube and I thankfully don’t need one! I’m sure they have larger sizes that were all taken by those already here, let’s resume finding out what they could be up to,” she said, dropping the item and tossing it back to the XL hook it was from with none after it. She started to walk past Alan as she caught herself in the mirror beside her and saw her body exposed further after her stunt, areolas flashing the world. She shyly hid the hue shifts before her nipples could pop out and embarrass her further. She felt a bit of a wedgie coming on as she walked too but couldn’t bear undoing it with the camera behind her, she’d just have to pick it out later.

They covered a handful of brightly colored spots at a rapid pace yet each visit felt like an hour as she remembered her descriptions for them and did her job as best she could. Each attraction they visited seemed to be busier than the last as she and the camera garnered no small amount of attention. The lens caught people around her playing in the water, happily waving and plenty of looks of surprise to the amount of skin she showed, only rarely outclassed by a handful of visitors that didn’t stay in view long.

They approached their final location of a rotating ship ride carrying small canals, held in the air by a contraption that swirled and tilted them around while splashing water every which way. “The rocking ships are always a fun one! Perfect to get a bit of thrill and spin in your diet without overdoing it, great for kids! They’ve even included some water to ensure it fits the theme, just be sure to avoid the Splash Zone!”

Right as she finished her sentence, a wave of water crashed onto the woman’s back and nearly knocked her off her feet. She stumbled and shivered from the cool water as it flowed down the arch of her back and liberated her vagina the wedgie she made, thankful she could avoid touching herself again on camera.

“Ahem, well what an appropriately eventful way to finish today’s report!” she continued on, oblivious to her changed state of dress and Alan’s warnings. “Today we were able to show you just a handful of the fun that can be had at Aqua Splash Park, a perfect spot to visit during the summer! I’ve been Bianca Amister and tha-”

“AH, wait wait Bianca!” a familiar voice interrupted as Mr. Buzel stumbled into frame. “I almost forgot to tell you but I was hoping for you to be the first on our new water slide, the Jetstream! We were saving it just for a special visitor like yourself and hope to debut it to the world like so.”

Bianca looked between the manager and Alan for a moment, silently asking if they had time, to which Alan confirmed from his earpiece from the news station. They’d never been on the air this long, nor asked to continue as opposed to wrapping up early, giving the woman a sense of joy as she jumped at the chance.

“Oh how could I forget, I’d be delighted to! Don’t leave just yet folks, you’re about to see something special for the first time today!” she announced with a beaming smile.

The three went off towards the yet to be ridden on attraction as the manager described it as it came into the camera’s view. It was surprisingly tall at 50meters with a winding staircase leading into the sky and a colorful pink and blue pipe twisting and turning down into a large pool at its end. It was their grandest attraction and rivaled formerly established parks in anticipation, a growing crowd at the ground excited to see it first hand.

Along the way she noticed some looks of recognition and plenty of gawking coming her way, focused on her lower half specifically. Parents were covering their children’s eyes and wolf whistles were coming in droves until she looked down with startled eyes. The splash at her back brought her small bikini bottom not just out of her crack but descending across the round curve of her cheeks!

The smooth brown skin of her navel was well exposed as the bottoms hung dangerously low, inches away from revealing the lips of her pussy. She threw her hands at her front to cover it and realized where the bigger danger of her malfunction came from as she looked back to the camera with a disappointed face. It captured not only the tease of her mound but also the small blue piece bunched up at the middle of her buns, bouncing seductively from every step as they slid lower from the moment she turned around and sported the cleavage of her ass.

She cursed her daftness as she sent her other hand with the mic to her rear, blushing madly to match the camera’s red glow. At first she grabbed it to try and hide it from the gawkers but realized it was futile as her small hands only put into perspective how big it was, and in a lewd manner at that. Finally she realized how silly she was being and pulled them back up over herself, much harder than she intended from frightened nerves as she left her hands and mic at her back to cover what they could of her bouncing booty. The spark of excitement she gained from staying on the air was cut in half, and almost went away completely as she looked at the erected structure before her.

Bianca gulped as she realized how high a walk she’d be heading on, her fear of heights resurfacing but not stopping her now. “Well, here we go everyone…” she nervously smiled between the manager and Alan. Her hands soon became occupied on holding the railing as they ascended which left only her bikini bottoms to cover the expanse of her ass, doing a poor and worsening job with every step.

Her smooth brown legs and apple bottom of an ass wobbled with every labored step she took, Alan holding his breath as he captured each ripple and movement from a dangerously erotic angle, moving slower himself for a different reason. The rising steps allowed her parted legs to swallow the bikini bottom further and further as she ended up in a natural wedgie sending naughty pulses within her ass and at her crotch. She was well aware of where the camera was and how much her bottoms were riding up, but couldn’t bother to hide or fix it out of fear and embarrassment. Minutes passed and her slow pace got her only three-fifths of the way up as she sighed and braced herself.

“Gimme um, just a second,” she said finally. She just couldn’t take the wedgie anymore and how it touched her sensitive sex. She dug her fingers into her lower back until they could well pinch the folds of her swimsuit, feeling a long needed release of tension as she brought it out. She let out a cute ‘oh!’ as she let go and the bottoms snapped against her cheeks with a resulting wave, the sound being picked up on the mic as she unintentionally held it right to her rear.

She almost looked down to the ground but snapped her head around before her eyes could see it, instead finding the camera's lens and glowing light focusing on her oh so keenly. “H-HEY?!” she wanted to yell, but stopped realizing that she told him to keep her in frame as much as possible. The flash of anger was replaced with a shame as she continued back upwards with a faster pace, slowly reforming her wedgie and making her ass shake even more as it stayed uncovered.

Finally at the top, Mr. Buzel greeted them and presented the high point of the attraction to the camera, the pipe’s big opening actively rushing with water. “Well now Ms. Amister, your cameraman and I will head back down and signal to you when it’s good to go. Give us just a moment,” he said while Bianca tried to shake off her nerves. He pressed a button as an elevator lift to their side began to come up to the two’s surprise.

“Wait, why didn’t we just take the elevator up??”

“Oh the walk up here is part of the experience! But I made sure to include an elevator for emergencies or if anyone called it quits at the last second. Anyways have fun and thanks for doing all this!” he said as Alan took her mic and they left her alone at the top. She felt peace and quiet for a moment before she tuned into the rushing water again and realized how high up she was. It wasn’t long before she spotted Alan on the ground floor giving a signal to go down, sitting just before the dip as the streams of water flowed around her waist.

Taking one last deep breath, she scooted further in as the water and gravity took her down the colorful slide. She began to zoom through the pipe’s translucent covering as she was covered in darkness and then light like a constantly flipping lightswitch while she brushed the walls amidst the rushing water. It was scary at first but quickly became thrilling as her screams matched her tone along the way down.

Her senses overwhelmed and filled with excitement and fear, she crashed into the pool like a torpedo and quickly swam up for air. Voices called out to her from all sides as she parted her matted red hair from her eyes, top half above the water reflecting her deep breaths of adjustment. She found Alan and the camera’s familiar glow and waved to him happily, feeling a surprising bounce at her chest and noticing how loose her top became. She flashed her whole right boob to them! She quickly ducked down and kept the buoyant torpedoes out of sight as best she could while fixing them back into her top and swimming towards her friend.

Her heart was practically beating out of her chest from all the excitement as her body felt lighter than air, but she was feeling pretty great admittedly. Embarrassed sure, the whole day was, but she could laugh it off at least. What bombshell reporter didn’t have a little incident every now and then? She vigorously climbed the metal ladder out of the pool with the camera capturing her return in full a safe distance away. She jogged over and happily greeted the crowd and camera with a smile as they broke out in incomprehensible chatter.

Alan stood frozen at the sight of her drenched beautiful self as she leaned in close to take back her mic, flashing a fun wink to him and the camera in renewed vigor.

“Whew, now THAT was a Rush! I admittedly haven’t been on too many water slides but that was by far the most thrilling one! I almost want to go for seconds, but I’m afraid that’s where today’s broadcast will have to end!”

Alan’s eyes behind the camera darted across the woman’s body as he tried to find his words to inform her, to stop her, but her speech left no room for rebuttal. “Thank you to every person at home or away watching today’s report, it truly means a lot to me that I can showcase how beautiful the world can be from its places to its people for a living. Make sure to visit Aqua Splash Park whenever you’re in town! I’ve been Bianca Amister and I’ll be sure to see you all Nex-”

Bianca stopped, Alan’s shaky movements finally catching her attention. She curiously looked at his head nudging to the pool and turned around to spot something inside it. A blue item floated atop the water from the pool’s downward exit, beckoning her curiosity as she walked towards it and bent forward for a better look.

“Huh, that’s odd, something just came out of the tube,” she said, mic still to her mouth, “it kinda looks like…!” she sharply gasped. It was then she understood why Alan seemed so nervous and pointed out to the bland view, its placement being far more interesting than she liked. A pent up shriek was finally released for the whole park to hear as she looked down to her bottomless sex, dripping wet and fully exposed as her legs remained parted to show her fully shaven form.

Every word and laugh of commentary became so much louder as she sent both hands down to cover her vagina, realizing what position she left herself in. Her eyes darted behind her in a dangerous, horrified look as the camera’s lens and red glow eyed her every feature down in the highest possible quality. Her dumptruck of an ass quaked as her hands slapped over her sex and kept her cameraman frozen yet.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? STOP ROLLING!!” She blurted out finally as Alan flinched from the command. Before he could find the buttons for the quick power down, she barreled toward him in a mad dash that left her tits to jump more than the top could handle. Already loose from the slide down, it could stay on her no longer as she bounced out of them and took the camera from Alan’s hands.

“Cmon cmon, how do you turn this thing- AAHH!” she yelled once again as she noticed her fat tits out in the open and swaying in the camera’s lens. Her reflexes went overtime as she dropped it to cover her chest, quickly returning them back to the camera before it could hit the ground. She let the expensive item down lightly and hung over it as her inexperienced hands frisked over the device, lens zooming in and out again and again.

As her panicked hands fumbled with the buttons, her viewership broke record after record as millions across the world were left with her blushed face. Though not many took notice of it as the rest of her sexy body took the bulk of the frame, an unseen wonder of the world until that moment. It peered perfectly up from below her wide waist to display every tantalizing pink fold between her thick thighs, the dangerous curves of her ass as she bent enough for it to be spread, and the way her large breasts jut out with their maddening expanse of underboob and light pink capped nipples.

She finally clicked it off and carried it against her as cover until she reached her news van, leaving both her lingerie and dignity back at the park. Despite everything that happened, Bianca could take solace in one lone fact: She would certainly never have to worry about a lack of viewership or continuation after today. ]]> Fiction bor2 https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=275430