You know,” she said, “when you call me that word it makes me feel gooey inside, l know l should be offended but it just adds to the excitement.”
Right we’ll it’s time for you to be a slut,” he said, “l want you to put these clothes on for Frank.” He indicated a pile of clothes on a chair. “I bought them at the sex shop in town, Frank remembers you from school so l thought you could be his fantasy schoolgirl.”
Really,” she giggled, picking up a bra and blouse from the chair. “But these are far too small for me.”
Yes well l want you to be bursting out of them, and be ready because l’m going to tell him he can do what he likes with you, l’m sure he’s had fantasies over the years, l want you to make it special for him, be the fantasy slut he has thought about in his dreams.”
First she put on the garter belt and fishnet stockings, followed by the frilly panties with a split crotch. Susan giggled uncontrollably as Paul helped her stuff her breasts into the bra which was several sizes too small, they overflowed out of it. The blouse would only just do up, the buttons threatening to burst off as she did them up over her tits. Lastly came the school tie and a microscopically short, flared skirt which barely covered her cunt.